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Someone was knocking on my door. No one knocks on my door at nine o’clock at night. This was my first surprise of the evening. I live alone, and have just a few close friends, all of whom keep pretty similar hours to mine – up too damn early, bed early to compensate. My building manager is a very nice woman who’d never dream of interrupting anyone’s evening unless it was an emergency, and I hadn’t heard sirens. But, someone was knocking, so I opened the door. And got my second and third surprises all in one.

“Emily?!?” My voice was at least an octave higher on the last syllable than it had been on the first, I was that surprised at her appearance. And that, too, has a double meaning. The simpler of the two meanings is that I was shocked at her appearance at my door because Emily lives a little over three thousand miles away from me, and, on top of that, I had figured she’d written me off. She and I had carried on a pretty hot internet affair for a few months, but that had ended (with, at the time, relief for me) when my ISP shut down, cutting us off. At the time, Emily had been fun, but a complication I didn’t need, and couldn’t manage to get out of. Emily, on the other hand, had claimed she couldn’t live without me, and that her life would be a meaningless void if we didn’t spend at least 3 hours a night fucking via instant messaging. I hadn’t really heard anything from her since the ISP shut down, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing her leaning against the wall in the corridor outside my apartment.

The other part of my surprise at her appearance was her appearance. Her long, dark hair framed her face, partially hiding it in shadow. Her eyes, however, snapped out of that shadow like two burning coals. Her lips were as full as I remembered. Emily has lips you immediately want applied to as much of your body as possible – full, soft, wet. Her hands were thrust into the pockets of a leather coat that extended about a third of the way down her thighs. It was pulled tight at the waist with a knotted belt. Below the coat was a brief glimpse of her legs sheathed in black stockings, and then the rest of her legs in a pair of very black, very shiny boots with very high, very pointed heels. The collar of her coat was turned up, further shadowing her face.

“No,” she snapped, “Eva. Emily isn’t here. She sent me.”

“Eva” was an alter-ego Emily had dreamed up for our fantasies. She represented the purely erotic, somewhat depraved side of Emily. I’d created “Lee” as my alter-ego. Those two had some very hot exchanges since they were able to toss aside the inhibitions Emily and I had. This “Eva” leaning challengingly against the wall looked every inch the personification of hot slut that Emily had created. A hot slut with brains – the hottest kind. No qualms about dressing to fuck. In fact, totally into it, totally into the idea of dressing in a way that would turn a man’s brain to guacamole, and his dick to iron. Just what she was looking for, really – a hard cock, a willing tongue, hers to command.

“I see,” I replied. My head was, as you might imagine, in a bit of a spin.

“So,” she said with a smirk, “Glad to see me?”

“Sure. Of course,” I managed to say.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she sneered.

“No, really, I am,” I said, “You just took me totally by surprise. Of course I’m glad to see you. I always wondered what you were like in person.”

“Well,” she answered, “You’re about to find out, then, aren’t you? Are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh, gee, sorry – of course, come in.”

She straightened up from her lean against the wall, and walked past me. She was wearing some sort of scent, and it did absolutely nothing for my clarity of mind. It did, on the other hand, do a lot for my cock. What was Emily/Eva doing here? Dressed like this? And, all things considered (insofar as I could consider anything at that point), did I care?

I closed the door, and followed the sound of her high heels into my living room. She stood, nisantasiescort.com legs parted, hands still in her pockets, facing me.

“So, where’s Lee?” she asked, “He and I need to have a little talk.”

“Um, just a sec, and I’ll get him,” I answered, not sure just what was going on. I figured I’d step into my bedroom, and then come back claiming to be “Lee”, and see what happened next.

“Tell him to make sure he’s wearing white,” Eva commanded.

I recalled from our exchanges that Emily favoured white underwear on men. She liked the notion that it made her seem like an older seductress leading a young boy into carnal sin.

“I will,” I answered. In my bedroom I quickly peeled off my jeans and black underpants, hunted up a pair of white ones, yanked them on, and then my jeans, and returned to the living room. Eva was looking at my bookcases.

“You read a lot,” she said.

“I do.”

“No sex, though.”

“Not really,” I said.

“Too bad,” she answered. “You think about it a lot, though, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do,” I replied.

“What do you like to think about, Lee? Do you think about wet pussies sliding over your hard dick? Or eager mouths with flicking tongues wrapped around it? Do you think about my hot cunt, Lee? Are you thinking about it now? Is that why the front of your jeans is bulging?”

“You always had that effect on me, Eva. And you still do.”

“Show me,” she said, “Show me how hard your dick is. Just like in those pictures you sent me. Show me how much you want me.”

I wasn’t lying about the effect Eva had on me. Somehow she could just erase everything but the thought of her – licking her, sucking her, fucking her, being sucked, fucked, and had by her – from my brain, and that was my state now. How had she gotten here? I didn’t care. Why was she here? I didn’t care. All I cared about was her standing in front of me right now, in thigh-high, spike-heeled boots and a leather coat, and who-knew-what underneath. And I wanted to find out. My brain was full of her dripping wet pussy, my tongue plunging deeply into it. So, I undid the button at the top of my jeans, and unzipped the front, and slid them down, leaving my underpants on for the moment.

“Mmmm, you remembered I like white – how sweet,” she said wryly. “Take your shirt off, too.”

When I was standing in front of her in only my underwear she slowly walked toward me.

“Want me to suck your cock?” she asked, standing only a hair’s breadth from me.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I said, reaching for her. She slapped my hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, angrily, “You abandoned us. You don’t deserve to touch me. Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise.”

Wondering where all this was going, I nevertheless did as she told me. She reached out, and ran a finger nail along the length of my hard dick, making it jump.

“Want me to jerk you off, Lee?” she asked, “Or maybe you’d like to jerk yourself off? Would you like that? Would you like to jerk yourself off for me?”

“Would you like me to?” I asked.

She looked at me, her lips pressed together, considering. “Mmmm, not just yet, I don’t think. Maybe later. Right now, I’d like you to undo my belt.”

She stood in front of me, shoulders back, hips thrust forward, and I reached for the knot at her waist. My hands were shaking.

“Excited, Lee?” she asked.

“I am, Eva.”

“Good,” she said, “That’s what I want to hear. I like men who are eager and willing. I’ve got so many demands, after all.”

“Just name it, Eva,” I answered, “I’m ready.”

“I know you are, lover,” she said, “You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

I had her belt undone, and she spun quickly around, commanding over her shoulder, “Remove my coat.”

I did, and almost came then and there. She was wearing a black satin corset, with a matching thong. She took two steps away from me, and turned escortcapa.com again. Her breasts were bare, riding high and firm above the top of the corset. The thong had a spider’s web embroidered in silver thread in the front. And, oh, was I ever trapped in that web. Not merely trapped, but eager to be consumed.

“Now, Lee, where do we begin,” she said, considering. “I know – pull down that underwear, slowly.”

I slowly pulled the front of my underpants down, revealing the swollen pink head of my cock.

“Squeeze your cock, Lee. I want to see a drop of semen.”

I squeezed the tip, and a glistening clear drop of fluid welled up from within.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” she said with a smile, “Now catch it on your finger and lick it off.”

I did as she said.

“Again, but this time, take your time. Suck your finger like you’d suck a cock.”

So I caught another drop on my finger, slowly inserted it into my mouth, and then began moving my finger in and out.

“Very good, Lee,” she said, “Anyone would think you’d been sucking cock all your life. Have you ever sucked cock before, Lee?”

“No,” I answered, “I’m too fond of eating pussy.”

“I’m sure you are,” she said. Then, “Reach into the right hand pocket of my coat, Lee. There’s something there we need.”

I again did as she said. Inside was a soft length of black satin.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Turn around.”

When I had turned around, she wrapped the cloth over my eyes, blindfolding me.

“There,” she said, “That will be perfect.”

I could hear her moving behind me, hear something sliding. Then she was in front of me, and something warm and wet was brushing over my lips – her panties!

“Do you like that, Lee? Do you like the smell of my wet panties? Would you like to taste them? Taste my pussy juices on them?” And she thrust them into my mouth, wrapped around two of her fingers.

“Suck them, Lee, suck my panties,” she said, pumping her satin-covered fingers in and out of my mouth. “It’s just like sucking cock, isn’t it, Lee? You do it so well, and it’s getting you so excited, isn’t it? Are you sure you’ve never sucked cock in your life?”

I shook my head.

“Hmmm, well…”

She was moving around again. I heard the gentle clink of metal. What was going on?

“Kneel, Lee,” she commanded. And so I did. “Now, take off the blindfold.”

Eva stood in front of me, her hand wrapped around a big black silicon strap-on dildo, looking for all the world like she was jerking off.

“Suck my cock, Lee,” she demanded, “I’ve seen you in action. I know you can do it. Suck me.”

And I did. And fuck me did it get me hot. She held the dildo in one hand, and put her other hand behind my head as she pumped the thing in and out of my mouth.

“That’s it, cocksucker,” she said, “Suck my big hard dick. Oh, you look so good with a cock in your mouth, I think I’m going to come.”

And she began pumping faster and faster, the half of the dildo buried in her cunt working her up, and up, and up to a massive orgasm. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” she moaned, “Suck me, make me come, Lee. You fucking cocksucker….suck me, suck me, suck me!”

And she came, bucking, yanking my hair, rivulets of her juices trickling down her thighs. My dick was throbbing, and I wanted to come like I’d never wanted to come in my life. I’d never been hotter. I wanted to get on top of her, and fuck her senseless. Fuck me senseless! I wanted her tits, her ass, her pussy – all of them in my mouth, or my cock between, or deep inside, spewing hot come.

Eva sank to the floor in front of me.

“You hurt Emily and I, Lee. You should apologize.”

“I do, Eva, I do apologize. I’m very sorry. I was confused, conflicted.”

“Sure you were, baby. Confused, conflicted. Well, maybe we’ll accept that. Maybe.”

“What would you like me to do to prove I’m sorry, Eva? Name it.”

Eva smiled a very wicked escortfindikzade.com smile. “Yes?,” she said, “Anything?”

“Anything, Eva. I owe that to you.”

“Good boy,” she said, patting my cheek, “Keep that attitude, and I may just let you come. First, a little gesture of partial forgiveness.” She leaned toward me and kissed me, hard, sliding her tongue into my mouth, then sucking mine into hers.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked, breaking the kiss, still panting, “Are you ready for the fuck of a lifetime?”

“Oh, Eva, you know it,” I replied, “Fuck am I ready.”

“Good,” she smiled, and slid her hands around my hips, sliding her thumbs into the leg holes of my underwear as she did so. She pulled the material tight, and up, pulling it in between the cheeks of my ass, pulling it tight around my cock. She held the underpants that way in one hand, while she took my cock and balls in the other and squeezed.

“Oh, fuck, Eva…oh, baby….oh, fuck that feels good.”

“Does it? Does it make you want to come?” she asked, squeezing, and pumping my cock while she pulled up on my underwear. “Does your ass feel good? Is your cock ready to burst?”

“Eeeyessss,” I moaned.

“Well, let’s see if we can make it feel even better,” she said, and moved around behind me. She pulled my underpants down, and off, then reached from behind for my cock. She began stroking it, pumping it.

“Give me some juice, baby,” she said, “Come on, give me some of your hot come. Just a little, just enough.”

My cock began to ooze slippery clear fluid.

“Ahh, that’s right, baby, that’s what we need. Now, bend over, baby. Bend over for the fuck of a lifetime.”

It took a second for what she was about to do to register. When it did, unbelievably I got even hotter, harder. She was going to fuck my ass with her dildo! She used my come, and the juices of her own pussy to lubricate the dildo and my asshole. She brought the dildo to my ass, and I felt it slide between my ass cheeks, pressing against my asshole. I was gone. I was about to get my ass fucked by a woman who never failed to turn me into a pussy-slave, a totally-focused cunt-craving idiot. Nobody had ever had this effect on me. The thought of Eva shoving that dildo deep inside me had me practically drooling with desire.

“Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes…fuck my ass, Eva. Shove your cock deep inside me. Fuck me, Eva, fuck me.”

“That’s my intention, lover, to fuck your ass and make you come with my dick deep inside you. To make you want it again and again. Emily and I want you begging for it.”

The head of the cock slowly pushed past the external sphincter, hurting at first, but then up into me, filling me. My cock had never been so hard in my life!

“Fuck me, Eva, oh, baby, fuck me. Oh, fuck, I’ve never felt so hot. Oh, Eva, god damn it, fuck me.” I was bucking back against her thrusts, helping her ram her dildo home, to fuck me deeply.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, baby,” she said, “Just waiting for some hot bitch to come along and make you her bitch. Tell me that, Lee, tell me you’re my bitch. Tell me your ass is mine.”

“Fuck yes, my ass is yours,” I cried, “Fuck this bitch, Eva, fuck this bitch deep and hard!”

I’d never, ever, been so hot in my life. Eva was everything I’d fantasized about – a domineering slut with brains. Why had I even thought to hesitate?

“Are you going to come for me, bitch?” she asked, “Are you going to spew that hot creamy come for me?”

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes – I’m going to explode! Fuck me, fuck me Eva!”

And it really was the fuck of a lifetime, just as she’d promised. Her cock deep inside me, her hand pumping my cock, her breath hot on my neck. I came and came and came, like I’d never come before. If this was revenge, it was incredibly sweet.

“You’re mine, now, aren’t you, Lee?” she said, licking my come from her fingers, “You’re mine to fuck whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Eva, you can fuck me anytime you want to,” I said.

“Good boy,” she said, “Now, one last thing.”

“Anything, Eva.”

“Eat me,” she said, “I want your tongue in my pussy, and I want you to make me come.”

“With pleasure,” I said, smiling. I knew there’d soon be two willing sluts in the room.

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I sniffed the scented envelope, my anticipation rose, I just received another love letter from my sweet girlfriend back home. I opened the envelope and the scent of her perfume became stronger. Her perfectly folded stationary and perfect hand writing teased my senses. What new words of love would wraps for me?

As I read her letter, it became abundantly clear her letter was a Dear John; I was crushed. She wrote of discovering an independence from what contemporary society thinks. “That includes being exclusive property of one man,” her letter stated. She closed by telling me that when I get back, she would not be around.

I moped through the rest of the day waiting to hit the ‘club’ to drown myself in booze. The club is nothing more than a canvass tent top over simple 2×4 studs and plywood walls. The music is loud and booze flows faster than river rapids. This evening would become my crowning moment for drunken debauchery and surely net me a reprimand. Mostly, I just did not care.

When I reached the club and found a seat, I scanned the area for anyone I knew from my office. Across the room I spied Mary Alice. Mary Alice is in my department although our tasks have us working on different projects. We don’t have too much interaction except at morning meetings. She sat alone just as I was.

I guess Mary Alice’s age about the same as mine, almost 28. She is attractive in a cute sort of way. She isn’t one of those size zero girls who look anorexic. Compared to me ex-girlfriend, Mary Alice is probably a size eight or nine and it is all distributed nicely over her five feet five inch frame.

From where I sat, it looked like she was feeling down just as I. Initiative took over, I picked up my drink and wedged my way through the happy hour crowd toward Mary Alice.

“Hi, Mary Alice. Don’t see you here often. How’s your project coming along?” I must have startled her from the way she jerked hearing her name called.

“Oh, shit, John. You startled me, surprised me really. Yeah, I don’t come here often. Today just happens to be a day when I want a little alcoholic encouragement.” It took her a moment before offering a smile. “What brings you here tonight?”

I wanted to answer with one of my wise cracks, yet Mary Alice mood wasn’t one for a crack and neither was mine. “Like you, I guess. I want some alcoholic encouragement also. Do you mind if I sit for a moment?” Mary Alice’s response was a nonchalant wave of a hand at the chair next to her; I calmly sat.

“So, Mary Alice, how is your project coming, any advancements?” A work conversation was better than no conversation.

“I’ll tell you about my project! I don’t have a fucking project. Fucking Anderson decided to take it over and get all the glory for himself. I’m sure it is because I don’t put out for him. All you guys think about is dipping your cocks in any woman’s pussy and claim some bragging rights.”

I began to stand and leave, Mary Alice was in the foulest mood I had ever encountered. “I’m sorry about your project. I’ll leave you to your misery.”

“Except you, Martin. You are always fair with everyone and you don’t chase skirts. I wish I worked with your project team.” Her voice was still hard and cold although some of the cutting edge of her tongue had dulled. “Come on, sit down. I’m just being a bitchy woman today.”

I had reservations, “Are you sure? I don’t want interfere with a good sulk.”

Another brief smile and Mary Alice retorted, “I’m not having a sulk. I’m getting drunk. Now tell me, why are you here.”

I sat back in my chair, “I’m planning a night of drunkenness and whatever trouble I can get into. You’re pissed at men and I’m pissed at women.” I waved for more drinks.

“How can you be pissed at women? Women around here drool over you. You are always polite with everyone. Besides, ass hole, you came over to me.”

Finally, a laugh escaped her and her mood changed a little more. “Mary Alice, truce. We are pissed but not with each other. Short story, my girlfriend decided to write me the proverbial Dear John. I wanted to give her a good life. I came here to earn some big bucks and provide us with a home and comforts. So much for that idea.”

Mary Alice giggled again. “Wait until the ladies find out you are available. You will be their star bachelor. I know your star is rising over me.”

“Please, don’t go baiting any hooks just yet. I am not on the rebound and definitely not rebounding with a workmate.” I did not want the world in on my plight. “Just keep it under wraps, between you and I.”

In these last few minutes, my desire to get drunk and foolish abated. Mary Alice lightened my load with her revelation about the women on site. She made an obvious hint to my star rising over her. “Mary Alice, lets go over to the other side and have a bite of dinner together. I’ll even let you pay.”

“You’re right, Martin, getting drunk just isn’t what its cracked to be. I’ll pay but you have to walk me home.”

Several eyes followed us as we tried to bagcilaronline.com cross the crowded room over to what was supposed to be the dining room. By tomorrow tongues will have Mary Alice and I in some kind of perverted romance.

**********

We ate what the club called a steak. Frozen in liquid nitrogen, vacuum sealed, thawed a couple day ago, fried on a hot grill, and served with french fries packed the same way made for a dinner tender enough to be mistaken for shoe leather. With Mary Alice at the table with me, dinner almost tasted good.

We left the club after eating and began the long walk across the compound to our rooms. It was a clear night and the sky glowed with millions of pin-pricks of star light. In a quick gesture, Mary Alice laced her arm with mine as we walked. I felt at ease with Mary Alice and actually forgot for the moment my lost love at home.

“Martin, we don’t have to let the night end now,” Mary Alice smiled. “We can listen to music and dance in my room if you would like.”

Her voice was friendly, not seductive, and having a good time with a cute available woman sounded like a good diversion. “I’m a painful dancer, Mary Alice. You better wrap pillows around your feet if you want to walk tomorrow.”

“Then the challenge is on. I bet you dance well enough, and if not, there are other things besides dancing.” Mary Alice snuggled more tightly as we walked.

This time there was denying the seduction in her voice. I placed my free hand over her hand wrapped through my arm. We walked on.

Our rooms were little more than conex boxes, shipping containers about seven feet wide and 18 feet long. They were insulated and air conditioned for comfort but the furnishings were surplus military barracks furniture. One small corner was walled to separate a minimalist bathroom of small shower, toilet, and sink. The only difference between male rooms and female rooms was color. Women had more pastel colors on walls and men had gray walls.

We arrived at Mary Alice’s room and slipped in quietly. Others were out and about though no one seemed to give notice of us. Mary Alice’s room was comfortably cool compared to the warm humid evening outside.

Mary Alice had a few personal items on a dresser and a few more on one of the corner tables. She had pictures from home and small decorations on her walls. There were two side chairs turned toward the other marking something similar to a living room space.

“I see you used the same designer I had.” It would be silly to complement her room décor as each box had exactly the same furnishings.

“Yes, vintage conex boxes are his specialty. You will have to invite me to your little box one evening. Can I give you a drink, Martin, whiskey?”

“Ah, I hear a song bird playing my favorite tune. Yes, a short whiskey would be nice.” I settled in one of the chairs as Mary Alice fixed a couple drinks. I watched her move about the room with grace and purpose. I noticed her form, full breasts, tapering to her waist before flaring out over her hips. Maybe I am wrong, she is probably a size six or seven not eight or nine. I kept my gaze on her as she moved about.

“Martin, are you checking me out? I feel your eyes burning on me.” Mary Alice smiled in an I caught you looking giggle. “Size six, 36B, 27, 37, 124 pounds, and I work out in what we try calling the gym. I want to tone up more and drop 12 to 15 pounds.”

“Sorry, Mary Alice. Yes, I was checking you out. You have many attractive qualities and you move about the room with grace, no movement wasted.” I am smart enough to say nothing about weight. I rose to meet her as she crossed with our drinks.

Mary Alice handed me a glass and I noticed her hand quivering. I took the glass with one hand using the other to touch her out stretched arm. “Mary Alice, are you okay? Your hand is shaking a bit.”

“Of course it is shaking a little. I am alone with a man and I don’t know where I am going with this.”

“Mary Alice, let me finish this drink and leave. I don’t want to make any unreasonable advances.”

“Martin, do you make reasonable advances?” Mary Alice looked apprehensive but not frightened, overtly sexual but not aggressive. If I labeled it, I would call Mary Alice’s demeanor coy. I enjoyed her shyness and imagined her reaction to advances I make.

“There is a fine line between reasonable and unreasonable, Mary Alice.” I tossed back my drink and continued, “Tonight I am hurting because of a letter and you are hurting because your work got taken away from you. Don’t make a mistake you or we will regret.”

I could see Mary Alice process what I said. When she finished digesting everything, she asked a simple question. “Is this weekend open for you?”

“Yes, I think I can clear a couple things this weekend. We can get a car and drive off the compound to a little spot I know that is secluded and very private.”

“Will you make advanced, reasonable or unreasonable?”

“Mary Alice, atakoymarka.com I’ll make reasonable and unreasonable advances if you want.”

We set a date for Saturday and although the sexual tension remained high, neither of us acted on the urge. We parted with a hug and a little peck of a kiss. Saturday is just two days away.

**********

I set out to get drunk, get in trouble, and get reprimanded. Instead, Mary Alice and I made a connection I would never have expected and I was happy with the outcome.

As I walked to my room, Mary Alice was on my mind. Why does she want to loose weight when all she needs is a little toning? I thought to myself how cute she is and how desirable she is. Thoughts of her as a workmate, a formidable woman who is intelligent and educated were not thoughts on my mind. By the time I reached my room, I had mentally undressed her. I realized I was walking around the compound with a hard on. I reached the privacy of my room, there to relieve the pressure that built inside me.

An after thought occurred, write a letter to my ex. I spilled my guts onto paper, my work, my desire for us, all the plans we shared, all the love we shared. I was sure she would read the letter as some attempt to change her mind.

“So, as I conclude this letter, as I reminisce about our memories, I realize they are only fading memories of what could have been. Now, I can find another with whom to make new memories and her name is Mary Alice.”

I crossed the compound to my work center making a brief stop at the mail room to post my letter. It cost more than I usually spend on express mail because I wanted my ex reading it before Mary Alice and I enjoyed our date.

**********

My first check in of the day was with my team and our project. I made an excuse to see Mary Alice’s team leader and learn why he took over Mary Alice’s part of the project. He gave some limp excuse that senior members of the project bla, bla, bla. He is not my team leader so I went over his head.

“What! I need her on that project. She is the one keeping that part of the program up to speed with your part. I’ll talk to Anderson.” He assured me that my name will not come up.

The work day ended and I stayed behind to work out some figures and make some progress updates. About 45 minutes later, Mary Alice stopped at my desk. “If I find out that you had anything to do with my full reinstatement, I may forget where we are and show you just how many thanks I can heap on you.”

“Come on, Mary Alice, lets leave.” Last night we were arm in arm, today I took her hand and entwined my fingers in hers. “The project needs you on it. That is all I have to say.” I continued to hold her hand as we walked from the work center across the compound.

We reached the housing area of the compound and my shipping container of a room came into view. “Step in with me Mary Alice. I want your opinion on decorators choices.” With a laugh we entered my room with its sparse furnishings.

“Chic, Martin. I like your minimalism. Hey! How did you get a double bed?” Mary Alice went straight to the bed and stretched out. “This is a luxury, you should share,” she sighed as I heard her shoes hit the floor.

Seeing Mary Alice luxuriating on my bed was a simple turn on. Her body, her curves, seeing her pleasure drew me to her. Mary Alice extended her arm to me, took my hand. With a gentle pull of her hand, I sat on the mattress next to her. What was the next move?

The next move was Mary Alice’s. She sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around my chest pulling us into a hug that she followed with a deep kiss. Her action took me by surprise at first and she reacted by pulling away. I quickly pulled her back into the hug and returned her kiss with one of my own.

This time we were ready. I felt her body molding into mine and heard her breathing change to sharp raspy inhales followed by sighs as she exhaled. Mary Alice and I, locked in this pose, felt our urges build. We fell back sideways across the bed, laid side by side, and continued kissing and hugging.

When our kiss broke, we looked into the other’s eyes. Mary Alice had passion in her eyes, lust and desire. I felt her breasts against my chest, her stomach and hips pressed against me. There was no doubt in my mind that she also felt my cock reacting.

“Mary Alice, is this what you want? We are moving fast to the point of no return. I will not be offended if you leave before we cross any more lines.”

“Martin, I feel your arousal,” Mary Alice whispered. “Touch my nipples, you’ll feel my arousal. I want to cross some more lines.”

I returned to the kiss and moved my hand up to cup her breast. Mary Alice sighed her approval. Her breast felt wonderful in my palm and my finger tips felt her hard nipple through the fabric of her clothes and bra. I gave her nipple a little pinch and received a moan in reward. I felt her hand rubbing my cock through my clothes.

Call it a primal instinct bakirkoymarka.com or any label you like, my fingers went for the buttons of Mary Alice’s blouse. Each button exposed a bit more of her flesh and as one button opened, Mary Alice sighed then sharply inhaled.

My breath also came in pants as Mary Alice massaged my cock through my clothes. Her fingers making me more excited with each squeeze. The next button of her blouse exposed the mounds of her breasts and a very fashionable lace bra. I sighed, “You are a lovely woman, Mary Alice.”

Her blouse was fully open and my hand found the front clasp of her bra. In a motion like the snapping of fingers, the clasp opened and beautiful 36B breasts greeted me my eyes. Mary Alice stopped massaging my cock using her hand to pull my knit shirt from the confines of my pants. I helped her pull my shirt off. When we returned to our kisses, her lovely breasts touched my skin. We both sighed at the feel of this new sensation.

My belt buckle popped loose as Mary Alice groped with greater determination. The waistband and zipper of my pants opened by her touch. Fingers snaked into the elastic of my undershorts; Mary Alice grasped my cock. Her body reacted as she moaned through our deep passionate kisses

My hand skimmed down her body to her waistband. Mary Alice wore pants with a zipper on the side; I was lucky that the zipper was easy to reach. “Martin,” Mary Alice panted, “is this when we get naked and hope performance meets expectation?”

“I hope my performance satisfies you, Mary Alice.” I tugged gently at her pants and with a couple well executed hip wiggles, her pants slid past her hips. I took my turn slipping fingers into the waist of her panty. Only a little tuft of hair greeted my finger tips as my hand dipped further toward the sweet honey pot hidden in her panty.

“Uhm, very satisfying, Martin.”

“Mary Alice,” my lust filled voice moaned, “I want to make love with you.” My fingers found her pussy wet with her nectar. I pushed against her opening. Mary Alice responded pushing her hips against my hand. My palm was against her pubic bone giving her clit a little stimulation. Mary Alice responded again, this time a loud moan escaped her mouth and fresh juice escaped her pussy.

Her panty slid easily over her hips and down her leg. We had our pants around our knees and worked to kick them off. Mary Alice moved to the center of my bed and waited for me to join her. We lay on our sides facing each other. Mary Alice hoisted a leg over my hips giving my cock a feel of her wet pussy.

“Your body feels nice, Mary Alice. I could lose myself trying to kiss every square inch of you.”

“I’m feeling something nice too, Martin.” With a couple wiggles, Mary Alice had my cock positioned where she wanted it. She used the leg over my hips to encourage me and encouragement was not necessary. I pushed past her outer pussy lips into her waiting vagina.

Mary Alice took several fast breaths, cried in pleasure, and pushed against me. I buried my cock to the hilt. Mary Alice rolled us over so I was on my back, she sat down hard on my lap giving her clit a good rubbing against crotch. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock.

Mary Alice stared into my face. I stared back just as intently. She had her weight centered pushing hard against my cock and keeping me firmly pinned to the mattress. The only movement was Mary Alice grinding her clit against me as her pussy squeezed my cock.

A minute passed, two minutes, three minutes, time was no longer important. All that mattered was centered on my bed. With no warning, Mary Alice orgasmed in loud cries. She tried to reach a pillow to muffle her cries but was too far gone. Anyone outside heard her.

“Oh god! Me too Mary Alice, I’m cumming. Get off or I’ll cum in you.” She pressed harder making escape futile. I pressed back as hard as I could unleashing millions of little sperm cells into her pussy.

When it was all over, Mary Alice fell against my chest in complete satisfaction. We both panted from excitement and slowly our breathing became normal again.

“Martin, you’re still hard!” I was still hard, turned on by the sexual minx on top of me.

“We just started Mary Alice. Your body deserves as much loving as you can handle. I hope I can handle you.” I began making slow movements in her.

We turned on the bed rolling into missionary. Mary Alice lifted her legs high and I linked my arms behind her knees. A couple pillows under her hips lifted her butt higher allowing me better depth in her pussy.

“Fuck me, Martin,” panted Mary Alice.

I wanted this one to last as long as I could make it last or until Mary Alice begged me to stop. I started sawing out and in but not hard and aggressively. The wetness of Mary Alice from her cum and mine made for little friction.

Mary Alice wrapped her arms around my back drawing me tightly against her. She babbled words that made no sense to me, “…pussy …my …me …fuck …Martin.” I lowered my head planting little kisses on her neck and giving her ear little bites. I must have found a sweet spot because Mary Alice bucked hard against me, clamped my cock with her pussy muscles and detonated in another orgasmic roar. This time I smothered her screams with kisses. My head echoed with her orgasm.

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Further to my previous two recollections about my fun with Jim, the retired policeman who rented Mike and me our first apartment when married, I wanted to add another of the times he ‘had me’ for rent money.

It was few weeks after our last session and in truth I was missing his big cock.

He had flirted with me a few times when we had bumped into each other, giving me compliments on my legs, tits, and arse, having sneaky gropes of me in passing too and then once whilst he was with a couple of his friends after coming out a local pub.

I had been shopping, it was a warm spring day late in May, and I was walking home when Jim and two of his ex policemen friends came out of one of the two the local bars on the high street.

We literally bumped into each other and it was obvious they had been having a few drinks, as they were all rather red around the face and quite boisterous.

He immediately began flirting.

“Och it’s my favourite tenant! Hiya gorgeous how are you?”

I replied that I was well and put my two shopping bags down to speak to him a bit longer.

it was blatant on my part. Mike had been struggling for overtime at work, so I sensed an opportunity to help out, and I was also hot to trot for his prick again.

“I’m very well Jim,” I replied smiling at the three of them. “I hope you are well you certainly look it!” I laughed.

“We’re fine lassie,” he said to me. “Just been having a wee catch up with my pals here and you look damn fine as ever lassie,” he said smirking. “You’re looking as sexy as ever!” he said to me as all three of them lasciviously looked me up and down.

I was wearing a skirt that finished at just above my knees, black in colour, with bare legs and a pair of two inch, high heeled white shoes. I had a white blouse on, with the top one button undone. Nothing too overtly sexy, but I guess to three horny guys coming out of a bar quite merry I was game enough!

“Oh you are a flatterer” I said in reply, kicking my heels a bit to draw their attention back to my bare legs. “You are such a tease Jim!” I said in a coy and playful manner.

“It’s not flattery at all lassie,” he said back to me. “You have the best arse and legs in town and if another button was undone we could be looking at those lovely tits too.”

His forthright nature should have shocked me but he was always such a dirty sod whenever he saw me alone. He always grabbed my arse in the stairwell and always made me feel so fucking turned on by his filthy comments.

The fact that he was being so blatantly sexual with me in front of his pals gave me more than the hint that he had boasted of his conquest of me.

I could almost hear him bragging to them in my mind of how he regularly ‘serviced the wee married tart from upstairs.’

Now at this point I had a decision to make: leave and be affronted or play along. To my shame, or rather because I enjoy being a flirt, a cock tease and then putting out, I was always going to play along!

“Jim really!” I said in mock- shock at his lewd comments. “What will your pals think!”

“Och they can see for themselves lassie. They have eyes to see with, and besides they know everything love, no secrets between us eh lads!” he said as they all laughed and ogled me some more.

So there it was!

He had obliviously told them all. I was stood in front of his two pals, being eyed up and down. My legs being assessed, my tits being looked at, and they knew we had fucked, sucked, licked and he had spunked in every hole I had and on every part of me!

“Dinnae worry love, your secret is safe with us love,” the taller one of them said to escortkagithane.org me (I would later know him as Barry, or Baz as he liked to be called.)

I genuinely blushed at this point. God this was such a turn on.

I blurted back in a distant daze almost, “I’m a married woman you lot you know,” gesturing to my wedding ring.

“Aye but one who likes the cock and isn’t afraid to get that wedding ring hand wrapped around some strange meat, eh lads!” Jim brazenly said to me.

I was in a daze, a sexually lust driven daze. I could sense my cunny moistening and my nipples aching as they tightened.

“And you are so cock sure of yourself as well Jim,” I laughed back at them.

“You know I am love!” he said to me, “And you know why as well eh?” He actually patted his trouser front at this point.

“He’s a big lad right enough!” the short fat one standing at my side said to us. His name was Vince and I would find out what floated his boat sexually in good time!

I was now in no mans land. it was either fight or flight!

“I’ve had bigger!” I wantonly said, dropping my gaze to Jim’s crotch area and playfully licking my red lipstick patted lips.

This took them by surprise and they all smirked and laughed. As we stood awaiting their response I knew they were moving in for the kill.

I tried to spread my legs a bit, bending my right knee slightly, pushing my arse out and in turn pulling my skirt tighter to my bare, long sleek legs. It had the desired effect, my skirt rode up ever so slightly. I heaved my tits out the best I could. In all honesty I wanted to undo more buttons right there in the street for them to ogle me even more!

“Ha!” Jim laughed back, “but have you had better love?”

“Maybe!” I said teasing again. “I can’t deny you’re a randy old sod Jim but it’s not always about the size you know.”

As I spoke the three of them were circling around me like lions stalking prey.

“Well you have never complained and you have been running back for more,” Jim said very assuredly.

“Yes, and you haven’t turned me down either have you!” I retorted back to him.

Baz was now openly staring at my arse.

“You enjoying the view there?” I laughed.

“Too fucking right,” he said to me practically slavering as he spoke.

“Fancy a quick drink?” Vince suddenly asked. “We could buy you a nice wee glass of something and chat a bit more.”

“Oh aye so you can get a better look as well is it?” I brazenly asked.

“Guilty as charged,” Baz laughed. “What about it love?”

I readily agreed, and Baz picked up my two shopping bags and we walked quickly to the next bar along the highs street. Me click-clacking in my heels as I was escorted by my three older admirers.

Once inside I was seated in a booth next to an alcove and Baz and Vince sat beside me on the long bar seat. Jim went to get a round in, myself having my usual gin and tonic.

Immediately as I sat down the compliments began to flow. How sexy I was, how nice my legs were, how pretty and all manner of kind words. all built to win me over but flattering none the less.

Jim returned with the drinks and we began to chat about all sorts.

After a few minutes of course the chat drifted back to sex and the talk became more explicit.

This turned me on no end and by now my pussy was beginning to moisten up nicely, I could feel my knicks getting wetter by the minute.

“So Jim says you are a game lass,” Baz said.

“Does he now!” I replied whilst sipping my drink.

“Aye, he says you are fun and always up for a wee bit of a laugh.”

“Maybe escortortakoy.com that is the case. No law against it is there officers!” I said back to them.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Jim said back. “Cock hungry and one amazing fuck is another.”

I smiled and made light of it.

By now my skirt was up slightly and my knees were exposed, my legs crossed as I was sat in between Baz and Vince.

“So you say you randy old sod!” I retorted back.

“No so I know!” Jim said firmly back.

“You have stunning legs,” Baz complimented gazing at my bare, exposed legs.

“Thanks very much,” I said back, moving my legs and crossing them over, exposing more of my bare flesh in doing so.

“Great tits by the looks of it as well,” Vince added.

“You bet they are,” Jim said. “Nipples get all stiff once you have sucked ’em for a while eh love!” he laughed at me.

“Oh yes they certainly do, they get do hard Jim,” I mockingly said back to him. My legs were quite exposed now and I decided to up the anti a bit.

I quickly unbuttoned another two of my blouse buttons, exposing a bit of cleavage and my white bra was now visible.

“You wee tease,” Baz said to me as they noticed my more exposed cleavage.

“What? You guys are saying such naughty things about me. Do you want me to stop or play along?”

This was past the point of no return now, for all of us.

I could see wedding rings on the other two guys hands. I was unsure of how far they would go or want to push it.

“Told you she was a fun one didn’t I,” Jim said taking a sip of his pint.

“Oh so he’s been bragging to you has he. Mister cock sure of himself here!” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I suppose I have been swooning over him have I?”

“Well creaming over his cock was his exact phrase Anna!” Vince blurted out.

I laughed at this point. I was there’s and they knew it.

“Guilty as charged!” I said back in mock reply to the retort earlier made to me.

“She fucking cums and cums lads!” Jim proudly boasted. “Once I was up her young married cunt with my big meat package she was creaming like mad eh love?”

By now Vince had bravely slid his right hand onto my knee. I didn’t make any move to stop him. I slowly uncrossed my legs, his hand staying in the same position as I did so. My skirt was a wee bit higher now and a good part of my thighs were on show. Vince slid his hand slowly up a bit further: still no reaction from me.

“Okay you got me I!” said as I stared intently into Vince’s eyes. “Yes! Jim and I have been having fun. Yes he has fucked me, yes I have sucked him off till he has spunked right down my throat and even on my face… and yes I have been creaming all over his big , hard fucking cock for a few weeks now. Does that satisfy you guys, is that what you wanted to hear me say??”

I had put the ball back into their court.

“Holy shit!” Baz exclaimed, almost spitting his pint everywhere at my honest and forthright confession

Vince’s hand was now rubbing slowly up my thigh. I simply parted my legs even further.

Digging my heels into the pub carpet like a true slutwife.

Baz took the hint and placed his hand on my other leg and reciprocated his mates actions.

I moaned ever so slightly.

“Well I guess seeing is believing,” Vince said to me.

Both hands were now feeling my bare legs. My fanny was leaking onto my white knickers and I was fucking aching for cock.

“What? You want to watch your mates big, hard cock fucking me?” I teasingly said. I licked my lips after taking a drink of my gin. “You beyogluweb.com wanna watch me get fucked by Jim and his nine inches do you, you dirty buggers?”

“Oh and so much more!” Baz said lasciviously.

“Oh you think you are up to the task eh do you!” I laughed back.

My skirt was now at miniskirt length under the table and both hands were high up on my thighs, my knickers clearly now visible.

“Given the chance I think we can rise to the challenge,” Vince said.

I looked at their crotches. Two obvious hard cocks were tenting and visible in their trousers.

“Looks like you are already risen!” I joked.

“No fucking wonder!” Baz said back to me.

“What’s it worth then?” I asked. “What is the deal for me here?”

Jim jumped in quickly.

“Listen Anna if you are honestly game for this then I will sort you out don’t worry.”

“Ok then!” I simply replied. “One full months rent and get Mike some work on a couple of your other houses and it’s a deal.”

I felt like a tart selling my goods but after all I was a newly wed and money was tight.

“Absolutely,” Jim replied.

“Now that sounds like a promise,” I said back.

Vince as now moving his hand higher and higher.

“Hoy, mister what are you doing!” I said jokingly. “It’s a bit public in here for that,” I said looking down at my skirt which was now rucked right up and his hand and moved completely to my knicker encased cunt.

“Sorry!” he said but didn’t withdraw his hand.

“I don’t mind,” I laughed, spreading my legs quite a bit wider to show how keen I was for the cocking I was about to get.

With that encouragement he gave my fanny a bit of a rub.

“Christ your panties are sodden at the front!” he said to me.

“What the fuck do you expect” I said.” I’ve been sat teasing you, looking at your hard cocks growing in your trousers, with you all eyeing up my tits and legs for the past half an hour!”

“Lets get back to mine!” Jim quickly said. “Elsie is out for the day and wont be back till late evening.”

“What time is your fucking husband due back?” he bluntly asked me.

“He’s out till about five,” I said. “But I will ring him at work and get him delayed more!”

I felt so fucking dirty in saying that.

Delaying my husband who was out trying his best at work so I could have an extra couple of hours to get thoroughly fucked by these dirty old men.

“Good lass!” he said in reply to me. “Use the phone in here and get him told to meet you alter. My balls are full for you and we will fuck you long and good sweetheart .While we finish these pints off you get over there and get us more time with you, you sexy fucker.”

“OK,” I said, “You better not be all talk you lot!” I laughed as I straightened myself up and went to use the public pay phone in the hall.

I rang Mike giving him an excuse of me wanting to meet him later at his parents house across town and he readily agreed to meet me there. I said I would be there for about seven and he told me that worked out well as he had a chance of a five a side football match after work over that side of town anyway.

I was being a complete slut and I knew it.

I was going to be fucked in lieu of rent, by not just Jim but his two mates, and i was loving it. But each month money was saved meant a month closer to our own first home and if the price was me spreading my legs then I was more than happy to do it. I was cock hungry by this point and my lust had overtaken me again.

I walked back in and the three of them watched me intently as I made my way through the bar to them. I could feel three sets of eyes devouring me as I walked towards these dirty old men and I loved the sensation.

We all hurriedly walked back to the house which was about five minutes away, but the anticipation was amazing on the walk there.

Once inside it was obvious these three dirty fuckers had seen plenty action together…

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I’m looking up at the star-filled sky, noticing how absolutely beautiful it is above all of the buildings. The breeze hits me and makes me realize that I’m going to be late picking you up if I don’t pick up the pace some. Finally, I manage to make it to the club. I come in and sit down at the bar in such a way that you don’t realize that it’s me who’s actually there. “What can I get for you tonight, sir?”

“Can I get a Heineken and a really big kiss?” I turn to face you, and you reach over the bar to fill my order. “I’ll be just a few more minutes, hun. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. There’s no rush. We have the whole night ahead of us…” I watch you run around behind the bar making sure everything is in order for your replacement. I just can’t seem to take my eyes off of you. The way you walk, the way you’re dressed tonight… You look absolutely gorgeous in your tight blue jeans and t-shirt. All of your assets are quite exaggerated, and I’m surprised that I haven’t seen anyone trying to pick you up in the time that I’m here.

After about five minutes, you sneak up behind me and kiss me on the cheek. “Are ya ready?”

“Yep. Off we go…” I take your hand in mine, and we walk out of the club to the beautiful star-filled night. “I had to park a few blocks away. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s such a perfect night, why would I mind?” You put your arm around my waist and pull me to you while we’re walking down the street. “So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon enough Laura, don’t worry.”

We finally reach the car, and I open the door to let you in, placing a kiss on your forehead just before you duck inside. I then walk around to my side and get in. “Now, close your eyes…” You give me a really big smile, and close your eyes. You hear me rummaging through the back of the car and then hear it get quiet. “Lean up just a bit please?” You oblige. I place a black blindfold around your head, and tie it (not too tight though, don’t worry J). Your smile turns into bewilderment. “What’s going on Paul?!”

“Relax hun, it’s all part of the surprise.”

“Ummm, ok…” I place a soft kiss on your lips, teasing you a little, and then I start the car and begin towards our destination.

“Don’t I even get a hint where we’re going?”

“Nope, sorry. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” After about 20 minutes of driving, we finally reach our destination. “Ok, we’re here now.”

“Great! Now I can…” I quickly stop you from reaching for the blindfold; “Not quite yet. We have to walk for a minute or so yet…”

“You’re such a tease, damn it!”

“Thank you!” I get out of the car and walk over to your side and help you out of the car. The breeze is just as calm and relaxing as when we left the club. It feels…perfect. nisantasiescort.com I take your arm, and escort you to our final destination.

“Ok, now we’re here.”

“Good, now I can get this thing off me!”

“Allow me, my dear…” I remove your blindfold and, as your eyes adjust, you see your surroundings. We’re at the river’s edge just on the outskirts of the city, behind a lot of trees and totally hidden from any passersby or public viewing. I have a blanket, a picnic basket, and two candles set down. The stars reflect on the river, causing a lot of natural star and moonlight to illuminate our area. I kneel down and light the two candles, and start unpacking the picnic basket. I set out all of the food, and I start to walk back to the car. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go away.” You just flash me one of your sensuous smiles, and I blow a kiss in your direction.

When you see me coming back, I have a small cooler in hand. When I get to the blanket, I unpack a bottle of champagne, a small bag of ice, and one of those fancy ice buckets they put the bottles in (forgive me, I really don’t know what they’re called… L). You kneel down next to me on the blanket, and give me one of the best kisses I have ever received in my life! “I can’t believe all of this! Nobody has ever done this for me before. I don’t even know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything Laura. I wanted to do this for you.” We both just smile at each other. “Go on now, eat up. I know you’re hungry.”

“Starving!!”

We spend about 20 or 30 minutes just eating our meal and enjoying each other’s company, and the view of the trees and stars. “You’ve given me so much today. Now I want to give you something in return…”

“No, you don’t have to. I did this because I wanted to, not because I wanted something out of it.”

“It’s ok. Please…I want to do this…” You gently push me onto my back and straddle me. You then lean down to kiss me, first on my lips. A sweet, tender kiss that lasts for a few minutes, and then you move away from my lips to my left cheek, then to my neck. You begin to kiss and nuzzle my neck for what seems like an eternity. I love how your lips, your tongue, and your teeth feel on my skin; so passionate, so erotic. You start to unbutton my black, short sleeve button-down, kissing my chest a little more as you undo each button. When you reach my nipples, you suck on each of them for a little while, exciting me more and more as each moment passes. When you get to my waist, you tug at the shirt, pulling it away from my black dress slacks, leaving my chest open for you to do as you wish.

You kiss every inch of my chest, making sure you take your time, accentuating every touch of your lips by escortcapa.com touching my skin with the tip of your tongue. You slide down my legs slightly to undo my belt, and the button to my pants exposing my boxer shorts to your gaze. You then undo the button on them and reach your hand in and pull out my growing cock. You begin to gently stroke me as I begin to moan slightly from only your soft touch, and I quickly begin to grow in your hand.

I lean my head back slightly and close my eyes, savoring the immense pleasure of your touch. I feel you rise a little and slide down my legs more. A few seconds later, I feel your lips kissing the head of my cock, and it twitches slightly. You place your right hand at the base of my shaft, holding it still while you begin to use your tongue on me. You swirl it around the head, pausing momentarily to take only the head into your warm, sweet mouth and suck on it with increasing pressure, and then take it out to slide your tongue sexily up and down my shaft. I begin moaning a little louder now, managing to utter out words of encouragement to you between moans and heavy breaths…”

This feels incredible Laura!! Just incredible!” Just at that moment, you dive down on me, taking my entire 7½ inches into your mouth, surprising me and nearly making me scream! “Oh my god, don’t stop!!! This is amazing!!!” I can feel my head softly hitting the back of your throat as you begin the most amazing and incredible blowjob (I would assume) any guy has ever received in the history of the earth! I lean up a little and open my eyes, only to see your eyes locked in on me, watching my every expression as you take me into your mouth. Our eyes meet and you smirk a little while sliding expertly up and down my cock, making sure to use your tongue on the bottom of my shaft as you come back up. You are sending electricity up and down every part of my body! What I am feeling is just beyond description!

You notice that I am beginning to throb in your mouth and decide to stop. You slowly take me out of your mouth and giggle a little as I catch my breath and try to control my heart from beating out of my chest! While I am attempting (futilely I might add) to calm myself, you climb to your feet; our eyes never losing contact. You pull your t-shirt out of your jeans, and then off over your head, bearing your white, lace bra to me. You reach behind, unhook your bra, and very sexily, you let it slide off of your arms and onto my chest, leaving only your soft 36C breasts covered by your crossed arms. You then unbutton your jeans and very slowly pull them down and then off, one long, sexy leg at a time. Silently, I admire the incredible body standing over me, now wearing only white, lacey panties. You turn escortfindikzade.com around, letting me admire you once more while you take those sexy, lacey panties of yours down, bending over while you go. As you let them fall to my body and step out of them, you kneel down, centering your moist pussy over my mouth. I start licking your slit up and down, tasting your moistness on the tip of my tongue and absorbing your sweet scent. I rub my middle finger up and down your slit while I use my tongue to tease your wanting pussy. I rub your clit very playfully, watching you squirm over me. I slowly push my finger inside you, feeling your walls try and milk my finger. What an incredible feeling…

I flick my tongue against your lips while I slide my finger in and out of your now very wet pussy. I lick your lips and my finger as you drip onto my finger and hand. I can hear you moaning getting louder as I now slide a second finger inside you. You feel so tight around my fingers. I start moving faster and faster, using my tongue to tease you just a little more. All of a sudden, I feel your walls give my fingers a vice-like grip. You scream in orgasm, shaking and dripping your juices all over my hand and face. I slow down, letting you come down from your orgasm.

When you come down from your orgasm, you rise up, turn around, and pull off my pants, letting my now semi-erect cock slide up your stomach, in between your breasts, gently sliding up your chin and then across your lips. You remove my shoes & socks, and then my slacks and boxers.

After you remove them, you slide back up my body, coming to a stop with your pussy hovering over my now hard cock. You take me in your hand and point me towards the entrance of your sweet tasting palace. You slowly begin to take my cock inside you, inch by inch. After a minute, you manage to take me inside you entirely. As I feel the breeze hit our naked bodies, I take your hands in mine and you begin to ride me slowly, savoring every texture and feeling of my cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the end, but I managed to calm myself just enough. I rose gently to meet your gentle, downward thrust. Both of our moans begin to grow into screams. Ignoring the now constant breeze, we begin to move our bodies faster and faster. I now feel the boil in my balls. You ride me faster and harder, our screams becoming but echoes in the night. Soon, it is time. I feel the cum rising. Our screams becoming even louder. All of a sudden, your pussy clamps around my cock. You have yet another shuddering orgasm. The sensations of your orgasm make me pump load after load of my hot cum deep into your pussy; our thrusts causing our skin to slap together, echoing through the cool, breezy night like rifle shots. We slow down as we come down from our joint orgasm…

You lean down and kiss me passionately on my lips. “Laura, that was incredible!!”

“You’re the one who’s incredible Paul!” We catch our breath, holding each other in the cool night, falling asleep in each other’s arms…

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Two vodka-tonics and a scotch and soda. Finally some adult drinks. Maybe I’ll make more than a quarter tip on this round. How many stupid sodas and juices can you pour in one shift? C’mon folks, you’re on vacation here, live a little. All these first-timers are taking seats away from our regulars. A few more days, and our seasonal nightmare will be over for another year.

My name is Rick. I work in a run-down hotel bar in a small rural community in the South Eastern corner of Pennsylvania. We are nestled in the Allegheny Plateau, just over the Appalachians. On an average summer night, the place gets forty to fifty reservations. Mostly tourists visiting Amish country or Gettysburg. The bar gets a regular happy-hour crowd of salesmen and truckers. In the evenings we have Karaoke or “oldies” sing-alongs.

There is no actual “young crowd.” But we have enough dart teams and pool shooters to keep us serving until midnight on most days. No need for bouncers and no reason to card anyone.

Then comes August.

Every year thirty-thousand people from all over the world descend on our quaint little farm town to watch kids play baseball. In the old days the circus rolled into town with elephants and a calliope. Now it’s satellite trucks and video games.

Trailer-parks spring up from the earth where the corn was just harvested. Hot-dog carts and ice-ball vendors appear on every corner. Mobile arcades, paint-ball venues and water-slides blossom overnight. Twelve-year olds from twenty countries get their first taste of American excess. And they are all in bed by eight thirty.

Then the bar fills with lonely moms, often on their first trip to the States. And the hucksters have something to sell them, too. There are phony Chanel bags and knock-off Rolexes, Gucci and Lauren. And for the adventurous moms, there is always a troupe of second-rate Chippendales who can communicate in the Universal Language.

Our hotel caters to the bargain hunters. The room-rates only double at this time of year. At about nine o’clock, the moms drift down in pairs or groups and grab tables in the back. Those who speak English do the ordering and they all congregate around the jukebox. They brag and worry over their sons and then bad-mouth the husbands they left behind.

Most of the visiting guys are father/coaches, chaperones, or officials from the four-letter cable station that televises the tournament. These guys manage to find the same entertainment that’s available in any town around the world. So the ladies are on their own.

Tonight, the dull and dreary was just settling in and I was preparing to break down my section and close the bar. At least, I thought, I’ll be able to catch the sports on t.v., change clothes and still find a place to get myself a cocktail.

“Is this the best it gets,” I heard her say. I looked around the taps and saw a smiling face. She had dark blonde hair worn in a ponytail and bright blue eyes that stood out sharply from the white skin, the only light circles on her otherwise sun-scorched face. Her sunglasses must have been on all day, and her light-blue tank top clearly showed the outline of the tee-shirt she must have worn to today’s game. For whatever reason, people forget that ninety degrees and blazing sun is just as hot, here in the sticks, as anywhere else.

At the end of the night this place smells like suntan lotion, cold cream, and sweat.

She slid a fiver across the bar and said she had a joke to tell me. So I listened to her as I cleaned, and I told her that her comedy-act must have knocked ’em dead in Iowa. She dead-panned, “Nebraska.” It only took a moment to freshen her drink and make her one of my special flaming-shots for last call (on the house, of course.)

I tallied the register and turned up the lights as the last guests were leaving. Her face lit up as I placed a paper rose in front of her. Then I said, “now it’s time for me to find a friendly little pub.”

She honestly surprised me when she asked if she could join me. I said that there was a dive-bar about a five minute walk from here, but that I still had twenty minutes of work to do. She asked for the bar’s name and said that she would meet me there in half an hour.

I had nothing better to do so “The first round is on me, see ya there…hey wait- what’s your name?”

“Just call me Debbie, and the sislident.com first two are on you!” She smiled with a twinkle in her eye and slipped out.

She made me laugh. Okay, so an older broad wants to drink and tell farm stories to her bartender before she tucks in her son and watches some late-night television. I did not get a real good look at her, but I have certainly walked into bars with worse. I can always cut out early or make-up some bullshit about a girlfriend. I don’t want to be too nasty, if her kid’s team keeps winning, I may have to see her all week.

The door was locked and I had just killed the lights when this hot blonde tapped on the window. I yelled out that we already gave last call. But as I got a closer look, I was stunned. I thought, “now here’s a chick I would like to go out with. What are my chances of ditching Miss Cornhusker and hooking-up with this hottie?”

She tapped once again and yelled, “It’s me, Debbie. I saw you inside still, and thought I could walk to the bar with you.”

“Wow!” What a difference ten minutes can make. Her blonde hair was now brushed to a golden shine and spilled softly on to her bare shoulders. The street lamps reflected off of it like a halo. Her pink lips had some sort of gloss to them and highlighted her big smile. Especially when she saw that I had trouble recognizing her. Whatever she had done with her make-up, softened her skin tone while seeming to make her eyes glow. And those eyes! I don’t know how to describe them. Icy blue, maybe? But dazzling, with more than a bit of mischief in them. And as she jumped and waved to me it became rather obvious that that she had left her bra in the room.

“How did I miss those tits?” I’m a guy who appreciates a nice rack. And whether they are on a teenager, a nun or my grandmother, I appraise them thoroughly and ponder the possibilities. These knockers were spectacular. They bounced freely under her frilly, pink , peasant-blouse. These babies had to be nearly forty double-d’s. And the combination of her sun-warmed body and the cooling night air, had her nipples perking up as if she had a couple of thimbles poking through her sheer top. Her silver-dollar sized areolas were clearly outlined as she pressed against the big plate-glass front window. She left an imprint that resembled two big fried eggs on the glass. I almost crashed through it as I tried to get a better look down the front of her shirt. The neon beer signs shook and I cracked my noggin so hard, my knees about buckled.

Fortunately she laughed and I avoided making a complete fool of myself. She tried to assume a stern, motherly reproach but then her girlish giggle made her boobs bounce all the more. She made a playful motion to cover her chest with her hands, but even if she had been serious, her small hands could not have accomplished the feat. She smiled again and chuckled, “You better come out here before you hurt yourself.”

I did not need a second invitation.

“Thanks for noticing the difference,” she bubbled as she planted a quick wet kiss on my cheek. “I was hoping to not look like a typical soccer mom, tonight.” My imagination warped into overdrive.

“Mission accomplished,” I babbled. I placed my arms on her waist and held her steady at arm’s length for a moment while I gave her a full body-scan. Beautiful smiling face, Pretty blonde hair, A+ tits. She wore a loose, billowy print skirt that hugged her full hips. Gazing down, I saw the tattoo of a kitten or something above her left ankle and then a pair of those stupid pink flip-flops. I hate to see women in cheap rubber flip-flops unless they are at the beach. And believe me, we are closer to Three-Mile Island than to any seashore! But I’ll give her a Mulligan on the footwear, I don’t think I’ll be looking at her feet anymore, tonight.

“Well, you gave me a pretty thorough exam, doctor. What do you think?” she asked with a very flirtatious smile.

“I like every inch I see, and hope to be given a more complete view.” My leer was only too obvious. But dishing-out compliments with just the right amount of sexual innuendo is a bartender’s forte.

Debbie played along perfectly. “Get me to the bar and who-knows what else may happen? Tequila has been known to dissolve my clothing.”

I returned her kiss and took her hand in mine like a high-school escorttaksim.com kid. We made our way around the corner and to a small, red-neck bar down by the river. It seemed a bit childish but oddly romantic to walk hand-in-hand with a woman twenty years my senior. Now I was able to steal a few furtive glances. Her blonde locks swayed gently as she walked and her butt had a very seductive jiggle. She wore some perfume, the scent of which, made me think of wild flowers. As we strolled along she snuggled up to me and bounced her hips against mine when she wanted me to look into her eyes. I truly enjoyed the short walk and looked forward to our evening.

On arrival, I opened the pub doors and followed her in. All eyes turned instantly and the conversations muted as the good ‘ol boys took in Deb’s features. I quickly felt proud and more mature as we settled into a table by the window instead of my usual perch at the bar. I even held her chair as she sat down.

The waitress, a girl I know well, gave me a sneer. She took our order and soon reappeared with beers and shots,(tequila, what else?) We had a pleasant conversation while sipping our beers out of glass. Deb would often grab my upper thigh to emphasize her stories or at the punchline of her corny jokes. I assumed it was just her mannerism, though I casually as possible draped my arm nonchalantly over her soft shoulders. She caught me more than once peeking down the front of her shirt but only rolled her eyes with a sort of exasperated expression. I was mesmerized by the way her blouse caressed the top of her jugs and then dropped-off suddenly to her lap. Those boobs seemed to jut out a foot, like the proud figurehead of a ship.

She must have been used to creeps like me ogling her chest and she could dish-out some good natured ribbing. “If you drool any longer, you’re going to need a lobster bib.”

She made drinking tequila an adventure. Debbie took a wedge of lemon and moistened an area just above her left breast, then sprinkled some salt on the sticky spot. She invited me to lick the salt off, and pulled her top down as far as decorum permitted in these circumstances. I moved to squeeze her breast in the moment, but she captured my hand and guided it to a warm place between her thighs. I was amazed, aroused and mighty confused. As I licked her breast she applied a slight pressure to my hand and allowed me to stroke her mound over the flimsy material of her skirt. We both let out sighs at the same time.

I eased back with a salty smile to sip my beer and she abruptly rose from her chair and moseyed towards the jukebox. She peered back over her shoulder and with a sultry look she cooed, “That should hold your interest for awhile.”

I was beginning to suspect that she had slipped some invisible leash on me. When she returned, I heard some slow, country ballad playing. “C’mon, whirl me around the floor a little, and I’ll try to impress your friends.

There was only a tiny dance floor and the fellas all know I don’t dance, but there I was twirling Debbie around and smiling from ear to ear. All the guys stared and I heard a few comments, but to hell with them. And I couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at our waitress as she marveled at my newfound slow moves. My cock was stiff and the small head has often done the thinking for me. Besides I may never get a chance at a MILF like this again. My fantasies began to override my rational thought.

I nestled into her neck, sniffing her flowery perfume and gently rubbed and patted her pear-shaped rear end. My left hand slowly snaked its way up to her tits and she did not stop its progress. In fact she seemed lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were closed and she softly hummed as her own two hands settled on to my butt. The crowd had a great view as she kneaded my jeans and gripped me tight. I cupped her right breast and trailed sloppy kisses down her neck and in to her deep cleavage.

The lights dimmed appreciatively and her left leg worked its way in between mine. We were now just swaying together and contentedly slow-groping each other. “Is this foreplay?” I thought. Did she fly two thousand miles to cheat on her former husband and pick me for her one-night stand?

Deb continued to sway to the beat and I saw her blue eyes smiling. She knew I liked holding her, I could see escortbesiktas.com it. Deb grinded slowly against me until our bodies were mashed together. I thought she had only been flirting at first, but no woman does this by accident. We were having sex. Dancing, standing, fully-clothed, but a sex act no matter what you call it.

I know a woman can reach orgasm without actual intercourse, in fact I’ve heard that they can orgasm just by dreaming up some sexy images in their minds. Right now, Deb’s breathing slowed. Her eyes had a far-away mist. She rubbed languidly against me at every turn. She appeared to be more in a trance than aroused and I’m not certain if she was even aware that I was still hanging on to her. I may not even have been necessary for what she was experiencing.

Then I noticed it. A sudden heat wave enveloped her, breaking out in sweat and coloring her flesh. She looked through me and for about thirty seconds I felt a quiet throbbing sensation as I held her tight. Deb shook as if convulsing and then just as suddenly went completely limp.

It took a moment for us both to recover from this phenomenon. Her body glistened and her blonde hair was damp. Her mouth opened with a sigh and a soft, trilling purr escaped her. Those blue eyes sparkled once again and her beautiful tits heaved once and shuttered. Debbie burst out with a wonderful, throaty, laugh and whispered a “thank you” in my ear. I needed a beer and she wanted a smoke.

Our dance was over. I followed her back to our table and she sat down demurely as if we had just walked in. Our waitress, who had also been watching and admiring Deb’s routine came over to get us another round. “No thanks, I’ve had all I can handle.” Debbie offered, and asked me to escort her back to the hotel.

Had she just been unfaithful and I missed it? Did I give her a tremendous orgasm and a lasting memory while standing in a crowded room, fully dressed? And what about me? I started with a raging hard-on, now I have blue balls and a bar tab!

I walked her back to the hotel lobby where she chastely pecked my cheek and thanked me for a lovely evening. When she saw my disappointed and surprised expression, she replied, “I have to get back to my son before all the chaperones and busy-bodies notice. We’re from a small community and everyone is either related or knows each other. I have never cheated on my husband even though the love left our marriage years ago. I’m sorry that I let you down, I was really tempted. Then she vanished up the stairs.

When I finally made it back to my lousy apartment, I cracked another “cold one” and rewound the previous hour in my head. As I recalled her lovely face and sexy figure the night seemed pleasantly memorable. Then I replayed that seductive turn on the dance floor and my cock sprang to attention.

I yanked my swollen cock and slid my hand roughly along it’s entire length. The pressure building inside me was astronomical. I pictured Deb bent over our hi-top table with me now, firmly in control. Her shaved pussy would be my prize. And infront of a cheering audience I would force her to succumb to my wishes and, after her begging me to fuck her to orgasm, I would demand that she suck my huge cock until I filled her with my seed. I could feel her shudder beneath me as I ravaged her wanton cunt.

I found myself tugging at my rod as I tried to analyze each minute of the night. I’ve had enough shitty dates end-up with me drinking alone and squirting a lake of jizm on my belly. I was accustomed to the routine, unfortunately. But this was something entirely different. Instead of frustration, I was intrigued. What had she done, and how did she do it? I actually enjoyed the experience and felt as if I received an education. When I came this time, it was like a bomb exploded!

As the spasms subsided, I managed to convince myself that I was better-off “whacking-it” than embarrassing myself infront of this clearly more experienced, older woman. I came twice more as I played out scenarios where I wasn’t totally in over my head. The sex was great, even if I was alone all along.

That night I dreamed that I escorted a princess to a royal ball and charmed her with my debonair ways. It was the first wet dream I have had in years. I was appropriately ashamed and dejected as the morning dawned.

At work that following night I learned that the little munchkins from the corn-hole state, had lost badly and were eliminated. Their plane left about an hour ago.

The group in tonight was from Puerto Rico. We stocked for rum drinks and salsa music. I practiced my paper roses.

The end, I hope you enjoyed it.

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So, I guess a little about myself would be in order. I am a pretty average guy. About 6′ even, 160 lbs., average build – not overweight or anything, but not a toothpick. Like I said – average. At the time this takes place, I was about 19. I worked at a local restaurant chain as a night shift manager to help get me by while I finished college. The job wasn’t great, the pay wasn’t great, but it got me by. And as any young college-goer knows, free food is always a plus. And to top it off, there were always plenty of just out of high school girls working the counter at the place.

This brings me to one of the other advantages to working here… The store owner was very particular about how the place should be staffed. Guys were always hired to work in the kitchen, cooking and washing dishes and such. Females were always hired to run the front of the store – taking orders, working the cash registers, etc. And the best part(for us single, young guys working there at the time) was that he had a kind of dirty old man complex going, and it was almost guaranteed that the girls hired to work there were at least 9’s, if you know what I mean.

So anyway, the night started just as any other. A little slow when I got there and clocked in, had an unusally bad day and was in a worse mood at this point, and just started drowning myself in my work. As the night went on we got busier and busier, people made mistakes and I blew up on a few of them, wrong I admit, but I figured if I was having a crappy day they might as well too. Coming towards the end of the night, there was a small lull in the business and a few of us wandered away to the break room for a little bit to get out of the always hot kitchen area and get off our feet for a bit. While hanging out, Jenn asked why I was being such a jerk this evening.

“Just a bad day, I guess.” I responded, staring back a little to let her know I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it much. My eyes scanned her quickly. Taking in her cute, well-tanned face, with those shiny light-green eyes and full lips, looking back at me, obviously not happy with that answer, and probably still a little upset for yelling at her over a mistake she made earlier in the evening.

My eyes continued glancing as she turned slightly away to glance over the schedule posted on the wall behind her. I watched her light brown hair twirl around with her head, barely reaching down to graze across the top of her shoulders as her head turned. With her now looking away from me, and the rest of the crew returning to their areas to start working on cleaning duties and leaving the two of us alone, I decided to look a little better now. I followed her soft, subtle curves up and down her body. She was a very good-looking girl, and even managed to be one of the few that could pull off looking hot no matter what she wore, even in the uniform required by the restaurant. The smaller, tight-fitting shirt pulled tighly against her more than ample, perky breasts. Trailing down over her flat, tone stomach to where it was tucked into her shorts. And the shorts had to be the smallest, tightest pair she could find. Wrapped around her firm, tone thighs as if they were painted on, and just barely covering one of her finer features, her tight little ass.

Feeling that familiar twitch in my own shorts, I decided to focus back on the security monitor in front of me, happy that there were still no customers coming in and making me work. Just in time too, as she turned around very shortly after to complain about her schedule again.

“I just can’t believe they put me on Saturday night. I asked for that day off almost a month ago to make sure it wasn’t a problem…”

“Yeah, I know. That kinda sucks.” I reply shortly, getting slightly tired of hearing about it. “But I told you that if the week goes okay, I will talk to the owner and see what we can work out.”

“You are so sweet!” she says excitedly, leaning in to give me a quick hug, and I can feel her soft breasts press against my arm as she kneels over me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I just hop you can. And I’m really sorry about messing that order up earlier. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, I would be happy to. I really need that day off for my family’s summer camping trip.”

“We will see what we can do. And define anything…” I tell her, a sly grin reaching across my face.

“Oh, you are so silly.” she says, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder, smiling, then walking back out front to work on her own cleaning duties.

The rest of the night went fairly slowly. Not very busy, nothing to out of the ordinary. As the night came to a close and the cooks went to cleaning up the kitchen, I made my way up front to start counting the registers and working on the nightly paperwork. The counter holding the two registers also housed a display case where the pies, cakes, and other desserts were out to mecidiyekoymarka.com see. As I stood at one register, next to the glass doors under the counter to access the back of the display case, Jenn came up behind me and poked me in the side.

“Move over grumpy!” she exclaimed, wanting me to be out of her way.

I moved to the side slightly, as out of the way as I could be while doing my work up here. She bent down and began wiping down the case, all but the glass doors she was holding open to clean the inside. Occasionally as she cleaned the case from side to side, her arm would bump against my thigh or side. She would giggle and politely excuse herself as she went back to her work. A few of the jabs seemed more purposeful, and I would try my best to jump to the side and quickly dodge her swings towards me. This quickly became a game that lasted for a few minutes, with her smacking her arm against me a few times before I would catch one on it’s way and move over. She laughed each time her arm would meet my leg or side, and on more than one attempt came a little closer to my inner thigh than was safe. Especially considering this little game, and more importantly glancing down to her on her knees – with her tits softly bouncing around as she moved – was causing that twitching to stir up again, and I could feel myself getting slightly aroused.

She stood up eventually (with a silent sigh of relief in my head, before my excitement was noticed, although there were a couple times it was questionable whether she had pulled away quick enough not to notice) and told me she would need to get some more glass cleaner from the storage closet before she could finish the doors, but would finish her other duties first. I watched as she walked out from behind the counter and began sweeping the floor in the dining area, a little slower than usual. In fact, most all of her closing work lacked the normal rush she often displayed, making it apparent she was not in a big hurry to get out of here tonight as she normally was.

Things calmed back down and went into the normal end-of-the-night lull as everyone finished their work. Some of the mistakes made earlier in the evening were really screwing with the paperwork I was working on, and I was still up at the counter as the other employees finished their work, clocked out, and left for the evening. After some time, there was just Jenn and myself in the store. She finished what she was doing and went to retrieve the cleaner she needed earlier, telling me that was all she had left.

I tried to concentrate on my work as she came back and knelt down on the floor next to me again. This time she seemed to be making it a point to sit as far away from the refrigerated case as possible, complaining that it was cold. Not that I had a problem with that, as this position required her to lean forward quite a bit, and with her now untucked shirt sliding up her back, gave me a pretty good view of her lower back. Glancing down frequently at her soft, lightly tanned lower back…my eyes following it down to the top of her shorts, which seemed to tauntingly start just above the curve of that tight little ass.

I again tried to focus on my work as she slid closer to me, coming to this end of the case. Again her arm seemed to slightly rub against my leg every so often, with another quick giggle or apology. I smiled down to her and told her I should be out of her way in a couple minutes. Her arm slid into me again. But this time something was different. It wasn’t quite the same playful jabs I felt hitting me earlier. These last few times seemed to last a little longer. Yes, her arm was most certainly pressing into my leg now, not just slapping against it. The rubbing against my leg became more frequent, and her arm would hold in place a just slightly longer each time. Her arm again coming closer and closer to the inside of my thigh, and my again hardening cock.

I knew if this kept up there was no way she would not notice what would soon be bulging from my shorts. But it still seemed strange that she would now be holding her arm against me. As I debated this in my head, it happened. Her arm brushed against me again, this time her upper arm rolling over my thigh and pushing into my crotch slightly. I heard a small gasp escape her lips as I quickly tried to back away, hoping she didn’t notice.

She looks up at me and catches my eyes with her own. “And just what is this all about?” she asks, grinning herself now.

“I…uh, I just…I don’t..” I stammered, trying to quickly think of a response that wouldn’t get me in trouble here.

“Awww…don’t get shy on me now. It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” she asks coyly, still grinning up at me, her hand now sliding up my thigh. Her hand pushes slowly up against me as it rises up my leg. Her fingertips just start to run across the tip of my shaft as plusescort.com she continues. “I was kinda hoping to talk about that ‘anything’ that was thrown out earlier, and I figured this would be a good way to.”

“I was just joking about that…really. I didn’t mean anything by it.” I say nervously, trying to edge my back, but being stopped by the door leading into the kitchen. A small moan manages to escape my lips as her fingers run completely across the hardening bulge in my shorts.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I just laughed it off. But I started thinking and figured it was as good a way as any to do something I have been wanting to for quite some time now.” she tells me seductively, her fingers now sliding back and forth across my crotch, feeling my cock twitch against her fingers.

“But..but..here? And now? I mean, this is our workplace and all.” I tell her, still a little nervous about the whole situation.

“Why not? I want you. And it’s pretty obvious you want me.” She smiles with this last part, her fingers squeezing gently around my cock. She looks down at it and pleasingly eyes the outline my 7.5″ rod makes against my shorts, before looking back up at me with the smile still on her face.

“Well, I’m not saying I would have a problem with it at all. You are beautiful. But it just doesn’t seem like doing this here at work would be a good idea is all.”

“And I can’t think of a better place to. You are here. I am here. And as I said before, we both seem pretty willing at the moment.” Another quick giggle passes as she pushes her hand firmly against me and starts stroking my length from over my shorts.

My judgement very quickly begins losing the battle with my lower body, and it isn’t long before I am slumped back against the door, staring intently down as Jenn watches her hand rubbing across my now rock-hard dick. Her hand slides down to the very tip, then further to the bottom of my shorts. Her warm hand presses against the skin on my leg briefly before she begins pushing her hand back up. Her fingers fumble through the bottom of my boxers, and it isn’t long before her fingers are back on my cock, unrestricted by the clothes now. She leans in and places a soft kiss on my cock through my shorts, her eyes looking back up at me now, and her fingers running across the length of it under my shorts.

Another brief moan falls from my lips as her fingers move up further and begin to wrap around my shaft. Her lips press against it through my shorts more and more as she slowly strokes me. It isn’t long before she decides the clothes are still in the way, and she looks back up to me as her hand falls from my shorts. Her smile still making me putty in her hands as hers slide up to pull my belt loose, then unsnap the jean shorts. She slowly tugs the zipper down and the shorts fall around my ankles. My cock springs free and she fights my boxers around it to let them fall into my shorts on the ground as well.

Her eyes widen as she now sees the full length, which somehow surprises her even after rubbing her fingers across it moments before. I try and take all of it in as I watch her face push closer, feeling her warm breath washing over my rod. Her lips part slighlty, and her soft, wet tongue slips out between them to press lightly against the tip of my cock. It takes almost everything I have not to explode right that second. Her tongue slowly starts swirling around the tip, pushing slightly farther down slowly, running her tongue around more and more of the head. She giggles again as it starts twitching and jerking at her soft touch. Her hand slides back up to wrap around the shaft and hold it in place as she continues her assault with her tongue. Slowly twirling around, slipping it farther and farther down the shaft. Licking all the way down one side until her face is pressed against my stomach. Licking her way back to the very tip, then trailing down again.

Once her warm saliva has thoroughly covered my shaft, she traces her tongue back to the tip, slips it back inside her lips, then leans forward a bit more to press her tightly sealed lips against the head. She pushes herself forward again and I feel my cockhead push her lips open and start sliding inside her mouth. I find myself close to the edge yet again, and try to focus on not ending this too soon… Her lips push further down my rod, her tongue inside her mouth swirling around the head, then pulling her lips back up to the tip, just barely keeping it inside her mouth. Each push forward forces her lips a little farther down my length, her tight mouth sucking my cock in, her tongue still working frantically around the head. Then she pulls herself back away, almost letting it slip from her lips again. This continues on for what seems like forever, happening in slow motion as I watch her slowly and skillfully take more and more of my cock inside her mouth.

She topkapiescortbul.com pushes forward again, and this time I can feel my cock pushing against the back of her throat. She pauses for a moment, moans gently, and backs off slightly. I expect her to work back to the tip again. She surprises me by slipping her tongue down underneath my shaft, taking a deep breath through her nose, then pushing her lips back down towards me. I feel my cock push into her throat and slide down the tight opening as her lips glide down toward my crotch, her tongue dancing back and forth across the underside of my cock. I gasp and arch my back slighlty in surprise as I watch her swallow the entire length of my dick. Her eyes open back up and she looks back at me, again smiling. She holds her head against me, her throat pulsing around my cock, her tongue sliding out to gently tease my balls. The vibration around my shaft as she moans onto my cock keeps me right at the edge. After a moment, she pulls her head back again and releases my cock from her lips. She catches her breath and wraps her hand around my cock again, stroking it slowly as she continues to smile up at me.

“I was a little worried, I’ve never had one that big before and didn’t think I could take it all like that. I’ll bet you really stretch me out when we get to the fucking.” Her grin reaches across her face again before she pushes her face back down on my cock, catching me by surprise. Her hand slides over and wraps around mine. She slowly raises our hands and guides mine to the back of her head. Taking her hint, I pull my hand against her head and run my fingers through her soft, silky hair. She brings her hands to my thighs and pushes me back against the door as my hand presses against the back of her head, guiding her down my shaft. Her moans start increasing in volume and intensity as I pull her head towards me quicker and deeper. I push firmly on the back of her head, pulling her down against me again, feeling my cock pushing down her throat again. My eyes drift from the top of her head, down her back, then to that beautiful ass – watching it shake gently as she squeezes her legs together. She pulls her head back against my hand, sliding back up about halfway to catch her breath, then dives back down the entire length, swallowing my cock again just as she pushes herself over the edge. She screams onto my cock as she starts to cum, and I watch her body tremble while she holds my cock in her throat and finishes her first orgasm.

As it subsides, she slides back up to the tip of my cock, gasping for air. She catches her breath again as I watch her chest rise and fall quickly, noticing a bit more bounce to her tits and thinking to myself that she must have removed her bra at some point before she came back up. This is confirmed as I look closer and see her rock-hard nipples poking out against her shirt. She pushes back down onto my cock, her head sliding faster and faster up and down my shaft. She slips off for a moment, her hand taking my cock and stroking me quickly.

“God that felt good…now it’s your turn. Please cum for me. I want to taste your sweet load. I want to feel it shooting down my throat…mmmm…”

This last part comes out muffled as she again wraps her lips around me. Her tight, warm mouth slides faster and faster along my shaft, every so often slowing as she pushes all the way down, then pulls her lips back up to go back to work on my shaft. Her moans continue, and it seems she is almost ready to cum again. My hand slides up to rest on the back of her head again, and I start firmly guiding her up and down the full length of my cock. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and starting down at her tight, young body is certainly helping. My eyes then dart back to the top of her head, watching it glide up and down…I know I can’t take any more.

“Damn…I’m gonna…cum…Oh!…Yessss…” I trail off as I firmly grab her head and pull her down against my body. I hold her head against my crotch as my cock twitches and spasms, the first of many shots erupting from the tip and blasting down her throat. I peel my eyes open to look down at Jenn, seeing her other hand has found it’s way between her legs, as she furiously rubs her pussy into another trembling orgasm. She screams out and moans along my cock, the vibrations begging a few more shots of my warm, thick cum to shoot down her throat.

Shot after shot empties from my balls, and her mouth pulses around my member as she pulls every bit she can from me, swallowing it all. I finally remember to release my grip and her head slips back up to the tip of my dick. Her hand slows its work between her legs and then slides up to start stroking my cock, milking the last few drops from deep inside me. Her lips stay wrapped tightly around the head, making sure not to waste a drop, as she swallows the last few. Her lips pull back and my cock falls from her mouth. She looks back up at me still smiling, and obviously happy with what has begun.

“Now we can have some real fun!” she exclaims, pushing herself up and grabbing my hand. She pulls me behind her into the hallway and begins leading me back to the break room….

To be continued?

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Tale

5 – If you’re not with the one you love, love the one you’re with

It has been a long week, it has been a week I had not been looking forward too, it has been a week I dreaded to see arrive, Jules was going out of town on a romantic trip to Florida with her husband David. How could she say no? He has stood by her side throughout some lonely, trying, and difficult times. He has watched his normally active wife sleep sixteen hours in a row, drained her ports after surgery, arranged to have food in the house for her children. He asked for nothing. She could not possibly say no.

So they went.

She left on Wednesday and stayed in a rented home not far from Epcot Center. That would be the last I saw of her for six days. We texted off and on, she sent me a couple photos, but we lacked constant communication for the entire time.

You probably already know this about me, but I have an overactive imagination. If I am going to Florida for a romantic getaway with a pretty and seductive lady, I will take full advantage of the alone time with her. So, Jules being alone for all that time with David, in a home with bedrooms, her away from the demands of her family, him being deserving of gratitude, things were going to happen.

The days dragged on, and finally, Tuesday has arrived. She arrived back home on Monday, but it was late and she wanted to spend time with her family.

We agreed to meet at Manner Hall, the building on our church’s property at about 7:00pm that evening. Both of our spouses had meetings, so we had about 90 minutes to spend together. Needless to say, I was excited.

When my wife left I quickly climbed into the car and texted “in transit” to Jules. She was already in her car, so we called each other. I was nice to hear her voice, and I could tell she was anxious to see me. In the back of my mind, the lingering question remained with me – did she or didn’t she? However, we had so much other stuff to talk about, that topic did not come up.

We arrived at Manner Hall about the same time and went into the dark building. Quietly we ascended the steps, just the sound of our breath and probably the sound of my heart pounding was heard. At the top of the steps, I pulled her to me. She was so receptive to my embracing and kissing – I acted like an 18 year old about to get layed for the first time. We held hands as we walked back to our room. The making of our mattress was a well-rehearsed routine, as was our disrobing. I would like it to be a little more romantic, but time was not on our side. Therefore, we have to make every minute count.

As I’m sitting on the nearby sofa removing my shoes, I look up and view Jules. I love to watch her move, particularly undressing – it seems so perfect. She looks up and sees me looking, our eyes lock. Most of our clothes are off, so we climb onto the mattress.

Being conscious of parts of her body that were not working at 100%, I laid on my back and pulled her on top. Our eyes never parted. We kiss again as she reached under and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

I whisper, “are you sure about this?” She nodded and the tip slipped in. Jules’ face winced in pain.

“I can’t, Levi.” Tears welled up in her soft brown eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, lover,” I responded. “Another day perhaps. But then I want to attempt to please you without penetration.” I smile a devilish smile.

“How about the lazy 69?”

“Sure! bakırköy eskort It’s been a while, but maybe I’ll remember how it goes,” I said as we both laughed.

Facing each other, we both lay on our sides and rested our heads on the inner thigh of the other. My tongue investigates the region that has been ignored for a long time, as her lips and tongue find my prick. In synchronization, we both sigh as if we just found a mutual comfort zone.

My hand reaches around to her butt to draw it closer. The smells are heavenly, as were the sights. I have watched lots of porn in my life, but her pussy was by far the prettiest I’ve ever seen. I do not think that is an exaggeration. The color, the folds, everything…

Jules licked around the head of my wanting penis for a minute then stopped. There was no touching on my dick from her mouth or hand. This was kind of odd. I felt her breath – there is something different.

“Levi,” she said with some reservations in her voice.

“Yes?” I replied.

“I gave David two blowjobs in Florida.”

There was silence.

“Are you okay, Levi?” I felt my once throbbing cock slowly deflate. I did not know what to say. The woman I love and cherish had her mouth around another man’s penis, even though it was her husband. But it is what I expected, and I did ask her to tell me if it happened or not.

“You ask me to tell you if it happened. Matter of fact, you asked for details. I did not want to hurt you, and still don’t, but we have a very frank and open relationship. He is my husband.”

From between her legs comes a tepid voice saying, “I know.”

“Do you still want details? Or should we talk this out?”

My mind was racing. I did not like the feelings that I was experiencing, but yet I did. I cannot explain it.

At this point, both of us just had our heads resting on the other’s inner thighs, and there was a pregnant silence.

Finally, I made up my mind. “Okay, details.” With those two words, the floodgates opened. I believe she was waiting for those words. So she started her story. Or should I say, stories?

We did the wine and beer tour of Epcot Center on Thursday. It was a lot of fun, and we had plenty to drink. At the end of the evening we got into the car to take the short ride back to the house. David was very cautious while driving, and he wasn’t very drunk.

As we were driving I placed my hand in his lap. I felt his organ through his light shorts. Of course he didn’t respond, he couldn’t. I think I told you about his ED problem.

I muttered an inaudible sound saying yes. She understood.

We got back to the house, and got undressed. David went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I had already prepared for this event. In my suitcase were his expired bottle of Viagra and a baby blue linen handkerchief. I folded it nicely, set it on his nightstand, and placed a glass of water next to it. In the middle of the handkerchief I positioned two of his pills and got into the cotton sheets.

My deflated organ started filling with blood. Jules saw this and consumed the entire awakening organ with one swoop. She came up for air, then repeated. I gasped.

David came out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. It took a second, then saw the gift and looked at me.

“You don’t have to do this, Jules” he said quietly.

“I want to do it for you. I spoke to the doctor about escort fulya intercourse, and she advised against it. So, I want to give you a blowjob. It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

Actually, I lied a little and wanted to save the intercourse part for you, Levi, so that part was NOT going to happen.

David nodded, reached out and slowly placed the pills in his hand.

“Two?” he asked.

“They are expired. So, I figured that they lost half of their potency. Therefore, two.”

He put the pills on his tongue, took a gulp of water and swallowed the pills.

I knew it took about thirty minutes for the drug to take effect, so we laid side by side watching TV. He never touched me. It was weird. It is as though he was nervous.

After about twenty minutes, I reached out and started playing with his still flaccid dick. In about a minute, it started coming to life. He was sitting up with his back against the headboard and pillows.

“Are you comfortable?” I asked. He stammered that he was.

I sunk down between his legs and held his rising penis. It is not as pretty as yours, Levi, and I was thinking about you the whole time.

With that statement, Jules again swallowed my dick. I placed my heel on the back of her head rendering her incapacitated. My dick stayed in her throat for a minute, she gagged, then I let her go. Without missing a beat, she continued the story.

I opened my mouth and took him in. He still was not fully erect, so I did that thing I do to you when you aren’t hard yet. David and his cock seemed to enjoy it. David gasped and his erection increased – a lot.

“Okay, you knew I was going to ask this – is David’s bigger?” I interrupted.

“Yours is prettier and size doesn’t matter.” She retorted.

“By that response, I gather it is. I don’t care, it is what it is.”

“Yes, his is larger. But I enjoy and want yours a lot more.”

With that she licked around the head of my dick, then pointed her tongue, and penetrated the tiny hole a little. I gasped again. Is she ever finished showing me her skills?

She continued the story.

I knew from experience that David doesn’t take too long. So I got into a rhythm, just bobbing my head up and down. He is a no frills kind of guy. I didn’t try any of the techniques I do with you, just a plain vanilla blowjob.

In about four to five minutes David let out a soft moan, and my mouth was full of three years’ worth of cum. God, what a load. It leaked out the sides of my mouth, or should I say poured out the sides of my mouth. He was nowhere near as animated as you, and he finished cumming quickly.

I got up and went to the bathroom to remove the deposit. I grabbed a warm washcloth and went back into the bedroom. There was cum all over the bed between David’s legs. I cleaned him up first, moving his now flaccid cock and balls back and forth to get every crevice. Then I asked him to move and I cleaned up the sheets as best as I could.

You were on my mind the entire time, and I wanted to remember all the details to make you happy, Levi. What I wanted more than anything at that moment was to return to that bed and see you, to feel your touch, to kiss you, to snuggle with you. But what I got was David, on his side, facing away from me, snoring. I had no expectations, and received none.

After watching some TV, I slowly went to sleep…

Again, my penis disappeared ataköy eskort into Jules’ talented mouth. I gingerly licked the pretty pussy that remained in front of me. I felt her breathing increasing, and her attention to my cock decreasing. I intensified the pressure and speed my mouth and tongue was delivering on her. Her hand came down and held the back of my head. I started to insert a finger or thumb into her, but decided against it. Let this be soft and loving.

In about two minutes her fingers intertwined themselves in my hair, she emitted a guttural noise from her throat, then came. My nose was smashed into her, and her legs were on both sides of my head. Her body stiffened, then relaxed. There were beads of sweat on her body. That was a magical moment for me. I love this woman!

When her breathing returned to normal, she took a broad tongue and ran it from my balls to my tip. I was ready!

“Blowjob number two?” I said excitedly. My dick was throbbing.

“Okay”, Jules responded. “But this time I did not arrange it”.

David and I decided to go to church on Sunday morning. It was a nice service in a small church near the rental home. After we got back we were getting undressed to get into our swimsuits to hang out at the pool for the afternoon. Both of us were naked and just about to get our suits on when David turns to me and says “Jules, can you do me a favor?”

I didn’t think much of the question figuring it was him about ask to get him a sandwich or help with his insulin kit.

“Sure, David. What can I do?”

He wouldn’t look at me and became a little fidgety.

“Can you give a blowjob like you did the other night? It felt good, and I forgot what I was missing”

This was a shock. It has been many years since he has initiated sex (if you call asking for a blowjob as initiating). I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know want to do it. If I did do it, it would be strictly mechanical – just get him off. I was paralyzed. But then I thought of you, Levi. Another story. It seems so wrong to do this, but it is a win/win for all the guys that mean something to me.

“Okay”, I said. “Take a couple pills and let me go poop. By time I’m finished, the drug should be kicking in.”

“I believe I texted you during that poop. Of course, I did not tell you what was about to happen. I will never tell you about something like that via texting.”

“I do remember that text. Didn’t you send me a photo of your legs at that time?”

“Yep,” she flippantly responded.

I finished up and left the bathroom. David was sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

“Are you ready?” I asked him.

“I don’t know,” he responded. “It doesn’t seem to be working.”

“David, it is not a magic pill. It doesn’t force an erection. You still need to be stimulated. Let me help.”

I got on my knees in front of him and took his flaccid organ into my mouth.

Again my throbbing organ got lost in Jules’ mouth. She took me about halfway in, then started making circular motions on the bottom of my dick with her tongue. I don’t know what I wanted more – the conclusion of the story or to unleash into her throat.

She withdrew, sucking hard on the head on the way out.

At this point the story becomes kind of boring. I sucked his dick for a couple minutes, it became hard, I sucked longer, he came, I spit it out, and we went swimming. The End.

I needed to cum, but I wanted a connection with Jules. So, I asked her to replace her mouth with her hand. We both sat up, backs against the sofa, and I gazed at her face. Her hand performed their magic, so I came while looking at her and kissing her. I have never had a more intense orgasm – and yes, I was immaturely animated!

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Barely a day after the fuck fest with Sly, Jolene was home in bed fantasizing about their next encounter. As much as she played with her pussy you would think it would be used to the pounding she had gotten but it still throbbed. Sly’s cock was so big and round it had stretched her till it hurt but it was a delicious hurt. This morning she had awakened after a very good nights sleep. After leaving the school and her double encounter with Sly and Tom, a long hot shower relaxed her and she had fallen into a deep sleep. Now she was dreamily reviewing the encounter in her head as her fingers drifted to her moistening pussy lips. She was lightly running the tips of her fingers over her lips causing them to part. A familiar hum began in her clit, which was already beginning to harden. Here I go again she thought. Good thing you can’t wear this out but I love trying she thought.

Her thoughts drifted to the previous night’s double pleasure in Sly’s office. When Tom came out from the shadows with his cock in his hand Jolene had a huge thrill go through her. Since she was a teenager she was curious about how it would feel to have all her holes filled by big strong men. At first the fantasy was a cock in her pussy and another in her mouth having them cum at the same time. Then as she grew more adventurous and discovered her need for stimulation in her ass the fantasy changed to double penetration. A look through a sex toy catalog satisfied that idea one day. She had found a double dildo as well as numerous butt plugs that looked stimulating. Working her way up from a butt plug and a dildo to a double dildo proved to be a delicious feeling but the urge was still there to have two real cocks in both her holes. A third cock to suck on would be heaven but possibly a distraction. It was worth the distraction she thought.

It didn’t take long before her fingers found her favorite spot and began to stimulate her clit. A creamy drip of pussy juice was working its way out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. In the mirror she could see the shine on her lips as her fingers worked their magic. She could do this all day but she wanted to feel Sly’s tongue in her pussy and Tom’s cock in her mouth again. The thought of Tom shooting cum in her face and on her tits excited her to the point she began to cum. She didn’t know why she felt this way but it was possible it had to do with the power she had over Tom at that moment. Jolene had the power to control men with out trying. Once a man had sampled her charms she could get anything she wanted from them. A gasp escaped her lips as a pang went though her from her engorged clit to her brain. bakırköy escort bayan Briefly she went blind and couldn’t breathe as the orgasm surged through her loins. The sound of a ringing phone brought her back to reality.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Good morning Sweetness, whatcha doin?” asked Sly.

“Playing with myself and thinking of your fat cock, of course,” she quipped.

“Nice. Why aren’t you over here sucking my cock?” he said with a chuckle.

“You haven’t told me to get my ass over there yet obviously,” she snapped back.

“Well, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?”

“I’ll be there shortly,” she said with a giggle and hung up.

Jolene had not actually been to Sly’s house before now but she had driven by it a few times. Arriving in twenty minutes after his call, dressed in her short shorts and a crop top he appeared stunned at her arrival.

“Wow, aren’t you sexy,” Sly observed.

Placing her hands on his chest and pushing him inside and to the floor she straddled him and locked her mouth to his. Winding his hands in her thick hair he forced his tongue into her mouth and sucked her tongue to him. Pulling away and standing up over him she began to remove her top.

“I’ve got you where I want you,” she giggled.

Sitting up he reached for her shorts and unsnapping them, she was relieved of them in one motion. His tongue went straight into her already moist pussy and his fingers followed. In this position he had easy access to her in order to stuff both her holes at once and lick her at the same time. She gasped and bent her knees outward slightly in order to get the best effect. He knew what buttons to push and he was pushing them hard. Not to be out done she had some thoughts of how to get even with him but for now she was going to enjoy herself. A knock at the door brought them both to a standstill. He pulled back and looked up and she looked down at him,

“Don’t answer it,” she said pleading.

“It is probably Tom. He said he might come over.”

“Oooh, you devil. When were you going to tell me that?”

Laughing he got up from the floor to answer the door as she ran for cover. Sure enough it was Tom.

Opening the door, he said, “Nice timing buddy Jolene is here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’ll go….,” said Tom.

“Nope, too late she knows you’re here. Maybe we can have some fun with her together. I think she is game,” said Sly with a grin.

Moving to the living room Tom noticed Jolene’s top on the carpet.

Tom said, “I see you have already been warming escort esenyurt her up?”

At that point Jolene came out of hiding and said suspiciously, “Are you two conspiring against me?”

Sly looked at Tom and said, “Why of course not Sweetie”, with a grin.

Jolene looked at both men’s pants and saw the unmistakable outline of two hard cocks straining to get out. That was all she needed to see.

Pulling down her shorts and turning around so her ass was to them she said, “Ok boys. Let’s see what you can do.”

Then bending over, she spread hers legs wider and getting up on the balls of her feet to show off her tanned legs she said, “Let’s do this.”

Not needing any more invitation than that both men moved toward her and picked her up from under her arms and whisked her off to a bedroom. They deposited her face down on the bed. Arching her back like she was trying to get to her knees brought her ass up in the air invitingly. Tom was quickest on the draw and dove under her sinking his tongue in her sopping pussy. Putting his hands on her ass he drew her down to his lips. Alternating between his tongue and lips he began to lick and suck her rock hard clit and inserted his fingers in her sucking hole. She bucked and writhed in delicious agony as an orgasm began to build. Lifting her head slightly and pushing herself up on her hands to get a better fit her mouth was confronted with Sly’s big cock at her lips. Opening her mouth wide she enveloped his cock with her lips letting her tongue slide down the underside as she took him in down to his balls. A moan escaped his lips as her tongue tickled his balls. A long sucking pull on his cock brought a taste of his pre-cum to her taste buds. This was definitely becoming a dream come true.

Tom was getting more than a mouthful as her honey dripped onto his chin. A shudder going through her gave away her first orgasm from him eating at her pussy. Pulling away slightly to break the buzz, gave Tom time to make his next move. He jumped off the bed and shed his clothes in about 5 seconds, and then he was behind her. Sly had two handfuls of hair and pulling her head up and down enjoying a long deep blowjob. As his cock came out of her hot wet mouth to the tip the cool air relieved the heat from his cock. Holding it firmly by the base Jolene continued to tease him with her tongue in the slit occasionally and swirling her way back to about halfway down his shaft. The suction was incredible. The cum was definitely rising from his balls and about to be deposited in her mouth. Knowing this was not a good use of his juice Sly began ataköy escort bayan to slow down to keep from cumming. Tom was pumping Jolene’s pussy now for all it was worth. His balls were slapping her clit loudly and she was lunging forward on Sly’s cock with every thrust. Tom’s two fingers were deep in her asshole and he was trying to get a third in. Jolene’s moans were vibrations on Sly’s cock and he would have to decide what to do soon or she would get a cum bath. Suddenly it came to him what to do next. Pulling is cock out of her mouth he laid back on the bed and slid down under her licking and sucking his way down her chest. Jolene put her hands on his head and assisted him sliding under her.

Tom, seeing Sly moving into position under Jolene quickly figured out what he was up to and let Sly get his legs between theirs. Pulling his glistening dick out of Jolene’s pussy he eased her down onto Sly’s cock as he pulled his fingers out of her ass and put the head of his cock in her asshole as it was closing up. Now Sly was in Jolene’s pussy up to his balls and he was waiting for Tom to get in her asshole. You’ve got to love teamwork between friends. Jolene was in ecstasy, her eyes closed and her head pulled back by her hair. Tom’s cock slid effortlessly into her because she was so wet from the juice already on it. Sly began to fuck her slowly at first and Tom followed to keep in rhythm so they wouldn’t accidentally fall out of her. Once they got going they were both going in at the same time and coming out at the same time. The feeling to Jolene was intense and she wondered if she would pass out from the pleasure. It crossed her mind that these guys’ cocks were rubbing together through the thin wall between them. If she thought about it later she was going to ask what it felt like.

Soon Tom, who had the tightest grip on his cock, was at the short strokes. He had been slowing down and speeding up trying to hold himself from cumming. He wondered if he should pull out and shoot on her back. Sly was also trying to hold back.

Jolene settled it for both of them by shouting, “Give me all your cum in both holes, cum in me guys!”

Both men momentarily sped up and began grunting as they splashed cum inside her, keeping it going as long as possible as they emptied themselves into her. Jolene thinks she fainted as she felt the first blast hit her cervix. Both men’s cocks were jerking and pumping their juice deep into her. An overpowering orgasm starting at her clit and flowing up through her stomach, into her chest and finally exploding in her brain caused her to faint.

When she woke up a sheet was covering her and someone had obviously cleaned her up. Tom was gone and it was getting dark.

Sly came into the room and said, “You have been having a fun day.” “Licked, sucked, fucked and cum in every hole.”

“Mmmmm, what will you think of next? Three cocks?” Jolene giggled.

The story continues…..

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As it had been each year before, the trip to Tod Lake was long; routing through no less than three airports in the course of the day, the final stretch of which was made in a large, cold single engine bush plane. In many ways making the trip up in the dead of winter for ice fishing was exciting, and I had been making the trip every other year for almost twenty years now. I knew the lake well, both from ice fishing it and from boat fishing in the summer, and each year my catch had increased until I was considered a trophy hunter at the lodge I stayed at. I guess that’s why Jack, the owner of the lodge, made me the offer that had me so nervous.

My trip had been planned for months, tickets bought, gear list made, and then the call came; not two weeks before I was supposed to fly up. Jack had to make a trip down to Winnipeg for some medical tests and was going to have to cancel my reservations. I had to admit I was bummed. I was really looking forward to getting away from all the stress at work. Then almost on a whim he asked me, sort of off hand, if I would be interested in guiding for the week. With some trepidation I agreed, as long as the group size was small enough. Since it would just be one small group and I wouldn’t have to worry about cooking or anything, just fishing, I agreed.

Now that the plane was setting down on the ice I wasn’t sure that it really was a good idea. I mean, I don’t need a guide myself any more, but taking strangers out to my hot spots just seemed wrong. And what if we didn’t catch any? I mean for me to not catch is fine, but other paying customers? The plane taxied close to shore and the pilot shut the engine down.

“Here we are.” He said as he unbelted himself.

“You staying?” I asked curiously. Usually they just dropped the passengers off and then took off again.

“Yeah. I’m taking Jack back down with me.” He answered as he climbed out of the plane to unload my gear.

I was hit with a frigid blast of arctic air when I opened the door and dropped gingerly to the snow covered ice. I took two packs and the pilot grabbed my third as we trudged up the path to the smaller of two log buildings. In the summer Jack uses the big lodge, outfitted with almost twenty rooms that each sleep 4 to 6. But in the dead of winter it’s much too hard to heat, so he uses a much smaller lodge with only six bunk rooms, a single great room that acts as living and dining space, a large kitchen and his master suite area.

“Mike!” Jack called from the porch as we climbed the steps of the log lodge.

“Hey Jack. How’s it going?” I said as I took his outstretched hand.

“Well, that’s yet to be determined.” He answered as he took one of my packs and led us into the warm lodge. There was a fire crackling away in the great stone fireplace, and a number of people sitting around on the rustic sofas and chairs in a semi-circle around the fire chatting.

“Folks, this is Mike Anderson.” Jack said as he walked toward the group. “He’s going to be your guide for the week.”

“Hi.” I said sheepishly as the group got up.

“This is Dave and Marlene Southern.” Jack said, introducing a tall thin man and his equally tall, blond wife. She had on a bulky turtleneck sweater that hid and accentuated her curves at the same time. Her pastel blue eyes sparkled with playfulness as she shook my hand and smiled.

“Mark Johnson.” Jack said as a short stout man stepped forward and shook my hand with a powerful grip.

“And Patricia and Randal Enke.” Jack added as a fairly overweight man stepped up to shake my hand after which his wife, a short redhead that looked a bit round in her baggy sweat pants and jersey stepped right up to give me a huge hug, her face smiling brightly.

“And we can’t forget Suzanne Delano.” Jack said as a tall fortyish woman entered from the kitchen doorway, carrying a platter of sandwiches. I couldn’t tell much of her figure from the baggy outfit she had on, a long sweatshirt that extended down to her mid-thigh. What I could tell was she had long blond hair, nearly touching her ass, and from the amount her jersey stuck out, a significantly sized chest. Beyond that, she had a relatively thin face and piercing green eyes. “We brought her on this year as a cook, and a good one she is too!”

“Ahhh I see our newest addition is here! And a good looker too!” She said with a huge grin. “I may have to see if he looks as good out of all those heavy clothes as he does all bundled up!”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about Suzanne, escort bayan bakırköy she teases a lot but she’s harmless.” Jack said with a laugh. “Now that the introductions are done, come on and I’ll get you lined out. I have to fly out of here before it gets dark.”

Jack led me through the lodge to the rear section where all the equipment was stored. We spent the next two hours going over where to fish, the equipment he had and answering any questions I had. We headed back into his suite and he told me to go ahead and use his bathroom if I wanted instead of the communal shower and bathroom facilities that the rest of the guests shared. It wouldn’t bother me at all to not have to fight for one of the few curtained off shower stalls for a hot shower after being on the ice all day.

“Well, good luck. I’ll see you on Thursday!” Jack said as he headed out the door with the pilot, leaving me standing there feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“So when did you all get in?” I asked as I dropped into an open seat facing the crackling fire.

“Pretty much all of us flew in earlier today.” Patricia said in a soft sweet voice.

“Is everyone fishing tomorrow?” I asked the group.

“I’m not unless it warms up a little. I’m not sure I’m up to sitting on the ice for hours when it’s below zero.” Patricia answered.

“How about you Marlene?” I asked, expecting much the same answer.

“Oh I’m in! I’ve been listening to my husband telling stories about all his trips up here. This is my turn to live some of those good times.” Marlene answered with a huge grin on her face.

“Ok. Well, tomorrow we’ll head out a bit after sun up and see what we can get.” I told them. “Till then, relax and enjoy the evening.”

After dinner we all sat around and chatted, getting to know each other. Suzanne sat on the edges, not saying much but seeming to listen and just take it all in. I finally called it a night, tired from my trip and headed for bed. I had the first room on the first floor, closest to Jack’s suite. The room, like all the others consisted of a bunk area with one full size bed with a single bunk above it, and two single bunks on the opposing wall. The rooms were separated from the main great room with a hanging bamboo curtain that blocked the light but allowed some of the heat from the main room to get in through and under the curtain. I grabbed my flannel pj’s and headed through Jack’s suite to his private bathroom.

I stripped down and stepped into the shower, amazed at the size of the bathroom. The large bath included both a two person triangular whirlpool tub and the shower I was currently using, which was a tiled alcove with multiple shower heads, nearly four feet wide and eight feet long, with a large glass panel covering half of it to keep the water from splashing out into the rest of the bathroom. The door less shower was every bit as opulent as that of a five star hotel. I started the water, adjusted the temperature and stepped under the rain head to feel the hot water cascade over my body. I closed my eyes and just let the hot water flow over me, warming my stiff muscles.

“Well! He really does look as good without all the heavy clothes.” I heard a female voice say from outside the shower.

“What!?” I shouted startled, covering myself with my hands as I looked through the glass to see Suzanne standing in a white fluffy robe. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, part of the deal is that I get to use the tub any time I want…and I really felt like a bath tonight.” She said as she teasingly walked over toward the tub and sat on the tiled edge of the island it was set into, letting one long bare leg stick out of her robe as she reached for the faucet. She sat there, her legs crossed, letting one leg swing back and forth as her fingers played in the water flowing from the tap, her eyes never leaving me inside the glass shower. When the water had finally reached over a foot deep in the tub she leaned further over to pour some liquid from a pink bottle sitting on the far edge. The tub quickly filled the rest of the way with a thick layer of foamy bubbles.

She stood up and slowly tugged the belt on the robe and let it fall apart, the gap swaying back and forth across her obviously bare skin as she sauntered closer to the glass separating us, glimpses of her bare legs and much more teasing in the gap. She leaned her hands against the glass and slowly pressed them upward, letting them slide toward the ceiling; the gap escort halkalı in her robe spreading and exposing a widening strip of skin from her neck to…well, her neatly trimmed blond pussy. She arched her back slightly and pressed her still covered breasts against the glass teasingly. Sliding her hands back down the glass she pushed away and turned; walking back to the tub, the robe sliding down her arms and pooling in a fuzzy pile on the floor behind her. She stood there for several seconds, her whole bare back and round full ass exposed to me, causing my cock to almost instantly start to grow. She bent to test the water, her pussy lips pressing out between her legs as she looked over her shoulder at me. She slowly straightened up and then turned on her toes until her whole front was exposed. She daintily sat down on the edge of the tub and started to rotate her legs up and over the side, one at a time, lifting each high in the air, completely exposing her bare pussy as she did so. She finally pushed from the tile edge and stood in the suds watching me.

Her body was not at all what I expected. She had what I had to describe as an hour glass figure, thin waist, round full hips and ass and seriously large set of breasts, each topped with a large oblong pink areola and hard nipple nearly as large around as my finger. I watched her smile, reach behind her neck and gather her large mane of blond hair and tug it around over her shoulder, cascading down between her breasts until it reached almost to her belly button as she stood naked into the tub. She slowly sunk down into the still filling water, first to her knees and then sitting down, disappearing under the suds as she lifted her hair clear and let her hair flow over the side of the tub as she leaned back. She lay there, staring at me, waiting expectantly, a leg periodically appearing from the foam to be teased with her slender fingers before disappearing again into the foam.

“You can’t stay in there all night you know. But if you would rather come over here and join me I’ll be sure you stay warm.” She said teasingly, loud enough for me to hear over the water.

She was right, there was no way I could stay in the shower, and there was no way for me to get to the towel, but then I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to expose myself to her either.

“Shy?” She asked as she lifted herself up until she was sitting up in the tub her tits on display for a few moments before leaning back and hiding them again. She leaned forward, looking at my cock, no longer fully covered by my hands and climbed up until she was sitting on the edge of the tub, the suds slowly sliding down her body and dripping off her full round tits, each one easily the size of a good sized melon. She swung one leg over the side of the tub to the floor and sat there, her legs apart and her body facing me. I stood in shock as she lifted her hands and slowly teased her nipples harder, her fingers stroking across then gently time after time, occasionally tracing circles around then before going back to stroking across them again. Her actions had a significant effect on my cock as well, causing it to continue to grow, no longer even bothering to cover it with my hands as I stared at her body. She smiled at the sight, apparently it had the effect she had intended. She stood up and slowly used her hands to squeegee the foam from her body, her hands sliding one at a time between her legs to stroke her pussy before continuing down her thighs.

She slowly stepped out of the tub and hesitantly, almost nervously, walked toward the shower, the remaining bubbles dripping from her and leaving foamy puddles on the floor. She stepped into the shower stall and stopped inches in front of me, her chest rising and falling quickly with her breathing, her hands reaching for mine.

“Now this is what I wanted to see.” She whispered as she gently coaxed my hands away from where they rested, partially in front of my hard dick; lifting them up until she could place each of my palms on her big tits. My rock hard cock was now sticking straight out at her, bouncing in time with my pounding heart. She slowly stepped toward me, pushing me back until she was under the water, the rain cascading off her body and rinsing the remaining suds from her. She reached for my hands and pressed them against her breasts harder as she leaned toward me, her soft lips searching and finding mine. She kissed me softly and wetly, her lips trembling slightly, before whispering to me. “Do you escort bayan ataköy mind if I borrow your shower?”

With that she pulled her hands from mine, moving them to my chest and then letting them slide down my chest and stomach, her fingers teasing closer and closer to my hard cock until they circled around it. She slowly stroked it several times, letting one of her hands slide down the full length of my shaft before cupping my balls and teasing down between my legs.

“Ohhhh God.” I murmured as she slowly pushed my cock downward, stepping closer and slowly letting it slide between her legs. I could feel the hotness of her pussy rubbing along the top of it, my head teasing between her lips slightly, her slippery wetness lubricating me as she began to slowly rock her hips.

“No, I’m not God, but I bet I can make you feel as if you’ve gone to heaven.” She whispered, her lips nearly touching mine again, her breathing ragged and halting as her own body responded to the sensations she was causing. “Would you like that? For me to make you feel like you’re in heaven?”

“I doubt Jack would appreciate this.” I whispered back, feeling very unsure of myself and my surroundings.

“Why would it bother Jack?” She asked in a breathless whisper as she moved one hand around her back to reach between her legs from behind her, her slender fingers pressing me up into her farther.

“I doubt he’d like me messing with his woman.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He and I don’t….You know… I just cook for him. But you…..I wouldn’t mind at all feeling this huge, hard cock filling me completely up.”

“Ohhhhhh” I groaned again as she slid her pussy along the length of my shaft until she could press my head up between her lips.

“Am I to take that to mean you want to fuck me?” She practically moaned.

I squeezed her big tits, her hard nipples pressed into my palms.

“That, I will take as a yes.” She said as she slowly slid a knee up along my leg until she could hook her foot on the small ledge that ran around the shower to hold soap bottles and such. With her legs now spread wider she pushed my head up against her and arched her back, nestling my cock into the opening of her tunnel and then suddenly popping inside her hot wet pussy.

“OH DAMN!” I groaned loudly as my hips involuntarily humped up toward her, driving my cock deep into her sopping wet pussy.

“OH SHIT!” She squealed as my cock drove into her, the sudden stimulation more than she had apparently expected. “Do it! Fuck me!” She begged as she stood there, her hands against the wall and glass to hold herself up while keeping one foot up on the ledge to give me access.

Using her tits almost as handles, I started sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, driving my excited mushroom in and out quicker and quicker, each stroke driving in until my head smacked against the end of her tunnel and her hard exposed clit was pushed into the base of my cock.

“OH God yes, oh God yes, oh yes, oh yes!” She cried with each stroke, my cock driving the both of us up the slope toward climax. “I’m cu…m…m…ing!” She cried as her whole body shook and trembled on the outside, her pussy convulsing around my hard cock, driving me the last few notches toward my own climax. I squeezed her tits hard as my body jerked, jamming my cock deep into her and unleashing the first shot of my hot cum up inside her. Shot after shot of pent up cum surged into her until it was leaking around my cock and dripping on the floor of the shower. Finally emptied, my cock began to shrink inside her as the two of us stood there panting.

“Damn.” I panted.

After a few more seconds she lowered her leg, pressing her chest to mine as she stood in front of me, my softening cock trapped partly inside her and partly between her clamped together legs. I could see her cheeks start to turn red as she blushed, the water cascading down her head and back, soaking her long hair. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine, and softly kissed me, her eyes closed and her body pressing against mine. Without another word, she pulled away, practically ran out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around her body and darted for the second door of the bathroom, disappearing from sight.

“Damn.” I said again as I looked out the shower toward where she had disappeared, wondering just where that other door led. I quickly washed off and turned the water off, drying myself and pulling on my flannel Pajamas before picking up her robe and following out the door, which led to a small hallway. There were a number of doors leading off the hallway, and I wasn’t about to go opening them all. I turned back to the bathroom and closed the door, hanging the robe on a hook by the door before heading out the other door and out the suite toward my own room.

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The next day, true to his word, Doug was online by the time Jennifer signed in. The pair wasted no time getting down to the new x-rated relationship they had recently discovered.

“Last night was so hot, baby,” said Doug.

“Mmmm, yes it was, I slept so good after that,” Jennifer wrote back.

“I wanna hear your voice again, Jennifer,” he said, “Get offline so I can call you again.”

Jennifer wasted no time answering him, she quickly obeyed and signed off, waiting for her x-rated telephone call.

Seconds later, the phone rang.

“Take off your clothes, Jennifer,” Doug instructed, “Take the phone in your bedroom and lay that sexy hot naked body on the bed, I wanna fuck you.”

She moaned into the phone and began stripping her clothes off as she made her way to her bedroom. After laying down, she whispered, “Fuck me again, Doug, hard just like last night.”

“Do you have any toys?” he whispered.

“I have a vibrator,” she said.

“Get it and slam it up inside that hot wet cunt, baby,” he ordered, “I’m taking off my pants right now.”

Jennifer again obeyed and reached over to her nightstand, pulling out the large 11 inch vibrator she had received as a present at her wedding shower, years before.

Immediately she rammed the cool rubber cock up inside her, gently sliding it back and forth, lubing it up for the fucking of a lifetime.

“Push it deep, baby, make it kiss your womb,” he said breathlessly, already close to shooting off.

“Tell me you wish that was my dick, Jennifer,” he moaned.

“Oh God, I do, I do wish this was your dick, God I want you to fuck me, Doug, I don’t care if you knock me up, just put your big dick in me,” she groaned, pulling and pushing the large cock in and out of her drenched pussy.

“You want that, baby? I can make it happen. I can put this dick in you instead of that fake one,” he said, “I’ll come over right now and give you some dick like you’ve never had before.”

“Oh God, please please,” she begged, “Please come over, I’ll be waiting.”

Doug never answered her, he just hung up the phone, leaving her there soaked and needing a cock worse then she ever had before.

Almost an hour passed by when finally Doug knocked on the door.

She hurriedly ran thru the house and answered the front door.

He wasted no time. He took her in his arms and kissed her harder then any man had ever kissed her, kicking the front door closed with his size 12 shoes. He pulled her naked body tight to his and reached behind him, locking the door.

As they kissed and moaned, he walked her backwards, finally lowering their bodies to the beige carpet of Jennifer’s living room.

Doug was not interested in foreplay, he wanted inside this hot vixen. He wanted to pound her all day until she couldn’t walk normally.

He broke the kiss and whispered as he unzipped his pants, “You ready for this, baby? Huh? You ever had an 8 inch dick inside that nasty hot cunt?”

“No, God no,” she groaned, instantly spreading her legs and wrapping them around his thick hips, both of them pushing Doug’s cock deep inside Jennifer’s hot sloppy pussy.

He reached up and pinned Jennifer’s arms over her head as his cock dived deeper and deeper, kissing her womb, “I knew you were a slut, Jennifer, I knew it that first day,” he hissed, bucking his hips and fucking the young vixen like a slut on Hollywood Boulevard.

“Yes-Yes-Fuck yes, I’m a slut!” she screamed, “I can’t help it, I love older men.”

“Call me Daddy, baby, I wanna be your Daddy,” he growled, shoving his cock in her balls deep.

“Oh God, Daddy,” she groaned, as tears of passion filled her dark brown eyes, “Fuck me, Daddy, escort bakırköy oh fuck, pound me!!!”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he moaned, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you, bitch, you hot little slut, Daddy’s gonna do you every way but wrong.”

Jennifer’s eyes locked on Doug’s as he grinned, watching her 22 year old tits bounce and bobble with every thrust, “Fuck, your tits are so goddamn hot, Jennifer.”

“Suck them, Daddy, suck my nasty nipples,” she begged.

Doug leaned down and flicked Jennifer’s nipples with his simmering tounge, clenching them in his teeth and biting down.

Jennifer cried out in pain as Doug’s teeth penetrated her nipples and his cock penetrated her sloppy wet cunt.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, scream for Daddy, you little slut,” he hissed, bucking his hips harder, sending Jennifer’s naked body back and forth on the thick carpeting.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned, as her eyes rolled into her skull.

“Cum, you little bitch, you think that’s gonna make Daddy stop?” he asked.

Jennifer arched her back and locked her legs tightly around Doug’s body, she screamed loudly, echoing her lust throughout her house, “Ahhhh yeah, you dirty little slut, flood Daddy’s dick, fucking flood me, baby.”

Jennifer’s pussy locked around Doug’s cock, pushing him over the edge.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!!” he screamed, “Daddy’s cumming, baby, Daddy’s gonna knock you up, Jennifer.”

Seconds later, a flood of hot sticky fluid flowed into Jennifer’s pounding cunt, sending her into another throat splitting orgasm. Wave after wave of intense emotions flooded the young slut as she laid there trying desperately to focus her eyes and catch her breath. But before she could get too relaxed, Doug released the grip he had on her arms and flung her onto her hands and knees.

“You ever been fucked up this sexy hot ass, Jennifer?” he hissed, grabbing her hips and pulling her naked body to his.

“No, no don’t, Doug, please don’t fuck me there,” she pleaded.

“Shut up, Jennifer, I wanna feel that hot asshole wrapped around my wet dick,” he said, gently pushing the engorged head of his cock past the rim of Jennifer’s virgin asshole.

“Oh Goddddddddd,” she moaned, falling to her elbows and putting her face into the carpet, “It hurts, take it out, please take it out.”

Doug only laughed as he pushed his cock inside her cunt further, spreading her asshole and gently rubbing her full ass cheeks, “I love full asses, baby, God your ass is hot,” he moaned, slowly beginning to buck his hips.

Only minutes into it, Jennifer began to relax, realizing anal sex felt just as good, if not better, then regular sex. She raised back up to her hands and gently began grinding her slutty ass towards Doug’s body, slowly guiding his cock even further inside her.

“Mmmmm, that’s it, baby, work with Daddy, it feels so much better when your asshole’s relaxed,” he groaned, gently digging his fingertips into her creamy tan ass cheeks.

He began to pick up the pace and fuck Jennifer faster, forcing her asshole open wider, “Daddy! Daddy! Oh God, Daddy! Don’t stop, please don’t stop, cum in my asshole too,” she begged, bucking her hips back against Doug.

“Oh Daddy’s gonna cum in that asshole, baby, don’t your worry, I want my cum dripping from every hole you got,” he said, now pounding the fuck out of the young slut’s asshole.

“OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, reaching down beneath her and pinching her engorged clit between her two fingers.

“Yeahhhhhhhh, fuck that clit, slut,” he hissed, “Daddy’s gonna shoot off in this nasty asshole.”

Jennifer’s body rocked back and forth. Her back arched perfectly as her şirinevler escort asshole sucked on Doug’s cock, wanting more and more.

“Oh shit,” he yelled, “Here comes Daddy’s load, take it, fucking take it, slut.”

Doug slammed his cock balls deep into Jennifer’s gaping asshole, spraying her ass walls with his thick seed, groaning like a wild man.

Minutes later, he again had a request ……

“Sit your hot ass on that coffee table, Jennifer,” he whispered, slowly rising to his feet and letting his pants fall all the way down to his ankles.

She obeyed and sat down on the cold, glass topped coffee table. She looked up at Doug and before she could say a word, he had grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth forward, her lips grazing his sticky wet cock tip.

“Suck it, slut, suck Daddy’s cock like your life depends on it,” he ordered, gathering up her long brown hair into his hand and twisting it slightly.

Jennifer had never quite mastered the art of giving head seeing as how her husband never seemed to be interested in it, he wanted to fuck and get on with his day.

She brought her trembling hands up and placed them on Doug’s naked hips, and with a quick thrust, his entire 8 inch cock was buried in her tight throat.

“Don’t even think about throwing up, bitch,” he hissed, “I’ll make you lick that shit up.”

Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to think of something else, but it was no use. Doug used her head to plunge her mouth up and down on his cock, leaving her almost no time to take breaths in between. She gagged each time she went to the cock base. The smell of her ass was strong and it was making her sick. She tried to pull her mouth off, or at least to the cock tip, but Doug refused, pushing her mouth back down.

“You’re done when I cum, bitch, till then, fucking suck me off,” he ordered.

Tears flooded Jennifer’s eyes as she worked the thick rod in and out of her virgin throat.

“Rub my balls, baby,” he said, twisting her hair a bit tighter.

Jennifer reached up and grabbed the old man’s balls, gently squeezing them and rolling them in her shaking hand, “Mmmmm, fuck yeah, that’s it, Jennifer, rub them like you love them.”

Doug began bucking his hips harder, slamming his cock all the way down Jennifer’s throat.

“AHHHH – AHHHH – AHHHH FUCK YEAH, BITCH, DADDY’S GONNA FUCKING CUM” he screamed, throwing his head back and clenching her thick hair tighter.

“Finger my ass, Jennifer, quick!!!” he moaned, “Shove your fingers in my asshole!!!!”

Before she could think, Jennifer reached around and shoved her middle finger deep inside Doug’s asshole, “OH FUCK, MMMMMM, GOD YES, BITCH, FINGER FUCK ME, FINGER MY ASSHOLE!!”

Jennifer began thrusting her slender finger in and out of the warm tight hole, slamming it in knuckle deep then ripping it out, over and over. Suddenly Doug let go and sprayed Jennifer’s mouth so full of cum she was certain she’d vomit.

“Fucking swallow it, slut, don’t miss a drop,” he hissed, still fucking her face wildly.

Finally, after he had released all his cum, he slowly slid his spent cock from her mouth, looking down at her and laughing at the disgusted look on her face, “What’s the matter, baby? You didn’t like that?”

“No, I didn’t,” she answered immediately, “I thought we were just gonna fuck.”

“We did fuck, I just got a little extra while I was here,” he said, laughing and pulling up his pants, “One more thing, before I go,” he said.

“What now?!?” she asked, standing up and facing him.

“Lick your fingers off for me,” he whispered.

“No way, I’m not licking your asshole off my fingers,” escort ataköy she snapped.

“You’ll do it or I tell your mom just how much of a slut her daughter is,” he said, buttoning his pants.

“I didn’t force you to come here,” said Jennifer.

“No, that’s true, you didn’t, you begged me to come here, you begged me to cum inside your slutty ass and pussy,” he said.

“You can’t prove anything, she’d never believe you over me anyway,” answered Jennifer.

“Oh yeah?” asked Doug, reaching inside his pocket and taking out a small cigarette pack sized tape recorder, “I have it all on tape, bitch, you cross me and mommy gets a copy.”

Jennifer stood there, completely stunned, “Why are you with my mother then if you like fucking younger women?”

“Dating your mother is a disguise. See, I have 2 older children and I don’t think they’d approve of their dear old Dad banging girls in their 20’s, so I have to keep up appearances,” he answered, putting the tape recorder back in his pants pocket.

“You’re a lying bastard,” she said, turning to walk away, “Get out of my house.”

Doug reached out and grabbed Jennifer’s arm, “You don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you, bitch,” he said.

“Let go of my arm, I mean it,” she snapped at him.

Unbeknownst to Jennifer, Doug had clicked the record button on the recorder again. He squeezed her arm tightly and shoved her down onto the couch.

“Leave me alone, asshole, you got what you wanted,” she screamed, trying to get up from the couch.

“Get back down there, you whore,” he hissed, quickly unbuttoning his pants again and crawling between Jennifer’s legs.

“NO, NOT AGAIN,” she yelled.

“Shut up, Jennifer, I’m not gonna tell you again,” said Doug, using one hand to cover her mouth and the other hand to shove his pants down far enough for his cock to bounce free.

Jennifer groaned and bit into Doug’s hand as his cock, once again, dove deep inside her.

“Ahhhh, fuck, I can’t get enough of your slut pussy, bitch,” he groaned, fucking into her, forcing her head into the arm of the couch.

Jennifer closed her eyes and continued biting down on his palm, but to no avail, it only seemed to spur him on further.

“Fucking bite me, slut, bite me hard, the harder you bite, the harder I’m gonna fuck this slutty hole you call a cunt,” he hissed, driving his cock in balls deep again.

“Tell me you love me, bitch, tell Daddy you love him and his big fat cock,” Doug whispered, slowly removing his bloody hand from Jennifer’s mouth.

“GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING BASTARD,” she screamed.

“Let’s try this again, slut, tell Daddy you love him and his big fat cock,” Doug said again.

Hesitantly, Jennifer obeyed, “Okay, okay, I love you, Daddy and your big fat cock.”

“Mmmm, that’s my girl,” he groaned, still pumping her sloppy pussy for all he was worth, “Daddy’s gonna knock you up, baby, make you have my baby, then you can leave that dead ass husband of yours.”

Jennifer began to cry. She never intended for things to go this far. She only wanted the attention she wasn’t getting from her husband.

“Awww, don’t cry, baby, Daddy’s here and he’s ALWAYS gonna be here for his slutty little angel,” Doug said as he approached his fourth orgasm of the day.

“AHHHH – AHHHHH – OHHHH FUCK, HERE IT CUMS AGAIN, BABY, OHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!” he screamed, again dumping his load inside Jennifer’s well soaked cunt.

“Mmmm, fucking tell me you love me, Jennifer, say it,” he demanded as his cock finished it’s withdraw inside her cunt.

“I love you, Doug,” she whispered thru tears.

“Mmmmm, and I love you too, baby,” he whispered, slowly pulling his softened cock from her, “When I get back home, I want you online so I can talk dirty to you, baby.”

Jennifer nodded her head in agreement and cringed when Doug bent down to kiss her goodbye. Little did either of them know, but there was a surprise waiting on the other side of the front door.

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