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(A daddy’s attempt to justify his incestuous relationship with his slutty daughter)

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I’m writing to you fellow Literotica readers to try and put what I did last night into proper perspective. Yes, I know what I did was wrong…but after all, a man can only take so much teasing.

My daughter Kimmy is not a slut outside of the home. All her friends are really good kids. Their (as well as Kimmy’s) dress and moral behavior is excellent. But at home with me, Kimmy is a complete immoral cock-teasing slut when alone with me. And I have fought the good fight for these many years since she started her bull shit with me at the age of 18. Now on her 19th birthday she crossed the line so far that I finally broke and screwed the little bitch and now I fear our daddy-daughter relationship is totally fucked!

First I need to tell you what Kimmy looks like as a full-grown woman.

She’s 5′- 7″ tall with the face of an angel. She has long brown hair past her shoulders. Big brown eyes that are full of mischief with me and breasts to die for with a narrow waist, wide flared hips, and an ass that was made for sex. Her legs are long, slender, and well shaped. She is my idea of a woman made to please a man.

Like I say, outside of the home, Kimmy dresses down her gorgeous figure and is the epitome of good taste and moral manners. Her deceased mother would be very proud of that.

But inside our home since she turned 18 she began dressing like a complete whore and on her 21st birthday, I just couldn’t take any more of her teasing. It finally spilled over at the dinner table last night just when I thought she had changed and she took me completely over the edge! I lost it for good on her 21st.

I brought home her favorite Mexican restaurant take-out to celebrate as she had asked me to do. “Daddy, please, daddy let’s have dinner on my turning 21 with just the two of us. We can have a quiet dinner and make a champagne toast to mother to celebrate my becoming a full-grown up woman and reaching legal drinking age.

Sounds innocent right?

I sensed deep down what she was up to was probably no good but nevertheless I gave her the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe (with the mention of her mother and all) just maybe she was going to turn over a new leaf. Ha, what a laugh that turned out to be. As soon as I entered the dinning room I knew I was in for another of Kimmy’s sexual teasing that was always punishment for her dad. The lights were out and three candles flickered in the center of the table. She had obviously poured the chilled wine when she saw the headlights from my car and let me tell you what the little bitch was wearing.

She had on one of her mother’s see-through lace baby-doll negligees. She looked so much like her mother it was fucking scary. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of her. The only difference between her and her mother in the candlelight was the fact that Kimmy’s breasts were larger, firmer, and her nipples so proud and inviting.

Kimmy was blessed not only with big breasts but she had the damnedest, knobbiest nipples you ever saw on a girl. They were big, puffy, and dark pink in color with large areolas. Yep, daddy was her target tonight and my will power totally gone at the sight of her in the candlelight in her mother’s baby-doll gown. And if that wasn’t enough…she walked over to me (obviously as practiced) framed by the candle light to let my eyes see that she had shaved her pussy (which was completely visible through the sheer black laced panties)! The conniving bitch and I remember thinking, OMG look at those swollen pussy lips begging for a hard cock to penetrate!

She hugged me tight plastering her firm young body to mine. Putting her warm lips up to my ear she whispered…”Oh daddy, please give me a big, grown up birthday kiss for my 18th and let me know I’m finally a woman.”

I was a cooked goose as she then placed her face to me and planted her wet lips on mine slithering her wicked tongue far into my mouth. It wasn’t the Mexican dinner she had really wanted placed on the menu, it was me…her very own father. And like I said, I had no more defense left in me. I was horny as hell with a totally hot, slutty 21-yr old daughter pressing her tits into my chest and kissing me like a wonton whore.

She had stepped far beyond my ability to discipline. Dressed as she was and French kissing me just begging me to get nasty with her. Obvious she was dedicated to giving herself to me. Me? I was just broken man in my ability to resist. I was hers to do anything she wanted tonight. Damn I hated myself yet wanted more of the woman in my arms more than I had ever imagined.

I put my arms around her and kissed her back with everything I had in me. Her mother’s perfume wafted into my nostrils and my cock tented my pants right into the very center of the ‘V’ formed by her long luscious legs and hungry pussy. The only thing between her needy snatch and my cock filled pants was her silky, thin, baby-doll artvin escort panties.

Kimmy knew she had me, but good! As she continued snaking her pointy tongue inside my mouth and around my tongue there no longer remained and resistance from me. Flooding my mouth with her hot breath, she further shocked me by sliding her hand down inside my pants and right onto my rock hard cock giving it a firm squeeze. I tell you it took the fight completely out of me and filled my desire for her all at the same time.

Squeezing my hard on and sliding her hand up and down the shaft she said, “Oh daddy, is this all for me tonight? Are you finally going to make a woman out of me for my birthday and take me into your bed and make love to me?”

As I said…she had completely broken me as surely as a cowboy breaks a bronco from a wild stallion into a docile horse she could ride anytime and anywhere she wanted..

“Yes baby, I give in…it’s all for you if that’s what you really want…but are you sure your ready for daddy’s big cock?”

“Oh, Yessss my love! Yes! I’ve waited all these years to give myself to you. Let’s eat now, have some Champaign and then go to bed so you can make me yours forever.”

We not only drank that one bottle as we finished our meal but I had two more large helpings from a second bottle before taking my slutty little girl to bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her face glowed, her breasts beckoned to me and my balls swelled with desire to flood her pussy with my jizz. I felt like a dirty old man about to fuck a young girl knowing it was so wrong…yet not able to resist her youthful treasure of love and sex. And for whom? Her very own father.

I was so tortured. I had to bring this to a conclusion. I knew the right thing to do but it would only bring more torture of my mind and soul. Giving into her desire seemed the only logical thing to do.

Kimmy’s negligee kept getting lower and lower on her shoulders until the swelling of her breasts pushed her puffy nipples just above the lace in plain view of the lighted candles…brother that was the last fucking straw on the camel’s back.

I got up and roughly picked her up out of her chair by her arms. She didn’t say a work but only smiled knowing the effect she had on her hapless father by flaunting all her young charms at me. Lifting her up in my arms, I carried her like the prize I was now claiming to my bed and laid her out with that big wicked grin of hers she had taunted me with all through dinner.

I flipped her over and said, “You’re going to get a little more than you bargined for before I fuck you little girl.”

Then I gave her 21 hard smacks on her ass. So hard in fact, she buried her face in a pillow to stifle her cries. When I turned her back over her eyes were red from crying and her face tear stained. But there was something else in those eyes also.

She knew she was getting what she wanted. She was now mine for the taking and her eyes told me so. She was like a cat in heat and I though I was a low-life dog of a father about to take her…take her I would!

And while I knew she wasn’t a virgin, it was worse knowing all the while I was about to commit the horrible act of incest. Forgive me, but…all my will and my moral values had been drained from my brain into my cock and testicles. I could smell the odors even more now coming from her wet and ready pussy as I stripped off my cloths and lay beside her.

I didn’t want any preliminaries, I just wanted to get it over and fuck her thinking I could possible wipe away all the years of her teasing out of my mind. But oh, no…the my little slut wasn’t about to let me off the hook so easy. She had a woven a spider’s cunning plan out for our first coupling and I was her victim fly, trapped in her web of a young woman’s tormenting flesh.

As I reached out to touch her big beautiful titties she said, “No daddy, not just yet. Promise not to touch me until I say so, ok?” I felt a wet drool of pre-cum slide from my throbbing prick and drip down the inside of my thigh onto the bed.

Oh fuck…let the games begin you little teasing, loving cunt of a daughter, I thought!

She began her final chapter of seduction by sitting up and slowly taking her top off and posing for me. Arching her back as she lifted her lacy top so her tits and nipples stood out, she then turned her torso to the side. She finished her goddamned torture of me by leaning her head all the way back allowing her long beautiful hair to touch the bed. Her upturned tits were peaked by her big hard nipples begging to be sucked. Oh, it was a sight that had me drooling from my mouth as much as my pre-cum had been drooling from my cock.

“So daddy look at me. Do I look like a grownup woman in your bed like this? Do you want me as much as I’ve wanted you all these years of growing up? Do you want to take me as your lover now? Do you want to plant your seed inside of me and make a aydın escort beautiful baby for just the two of us? Do it daddy, please take me as yours forever.”

Oh shit, I thought. So that’s how far my daughter wants to ultimately go….having a baby with her own father? Oh fuck, I can’t let that ever happen!

I should have grabbed my pants and got the hell out of there but…but…here was this beautiful woman in my bed that I had been tormenting over the past 3 years and she had consumed me totally. My only thought was to make damn good and sure I didn’t get her pregnant! That was the only one restraint I had left…or so I thought.

I didn’t answer her there in the semi-dark with her naked young body on display in the open for me. Obviously she wasn’t looking for one either because she simply leaned over and dropped her titties onto my naked chest ever so lightly so the only two things touching me were the pointy tips of her nipples teasing my flesh.

Kimmy began making slow circular movements with her tits circling around and around, and down my body searing my skin ever so deliciously light as a feather on my skin. I could feel her nipples harden from the touch of her skin on mine as she slowly descended her path clear down to my rigid cock.

When her firm tits got to my hard dick she took it in her warm hand and slipping it between the valley of her awesome tits she slowly began titty fucking her father. The sight and womanly smell of her in heat…emanating the womanly smell of her wet pussy was fantastic. And the sight of my hard cock encircled with her tit flesh and knobby nipples… Yes, I was in heaven and hell all at the same time.

“Do you like the feel of my tittys on your hard cock daddy? Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it? I want your cock in my mouth so bad,” she whispered.

Oh fuck, what a nasty mouth my little girl had. I loved the way she whispered so suggestively in the darkened bedroom. She knew I wanted her to suck my cock. My answer came in an angry groan, “Fuck yes baby…suck daddy’s cock with that slutty little mouth of yours. I’m so close to cumming because of your fucking teasing games all night. Do it…suck your father’s prick until you get as much of my cream as you want damn you!”

I became transfixed as she simply continued to do just that while I watched it all in marvelous wonderment close up. My daughter sucking my cock. It was beyond description seeing my very own daughter deliciously taking of her father’s cock between her lips and slurping on my hard prick like a wanton whore in heat. AND THAT SHE WAS…A WONTON WHORE IN HEAT READY TO DRINK HER FATHER’S CUM.

The sensation was AS heavenly as her warm, wet mouth. She took it all the way into her mouth. First sliding down ward from the tip of my cock, she slowly descending down the entire length of my 8″ shaft until I could actually feel the back of her throat. Hesitating until I groaned in appreciation of her sucking me so deeply she lifted up a bit to begin a dedicated assault of her sucking lips on my swollen veiny meat. She lifter her face from my cock so she could show her adoring eyes to me.

Kimmy then took me over the edge by beginning a slobber bobber throat vibrating sucking.

“Ummmm, unnnna, unnnng”, she groaned sending vibrations down my shaft to my balls. I was ready to fill my little girl’s mouth completely.

Shit I knew I damn well was going to cum the moment she started sucking and I was right!

After only about a dozen or so of her vibrating slobbered sucks combined with the bathing of her tongue on my cock shaft , felt the welling up as my nuts tightened. Boiling sperm in my nutsack began searching for a quick immediate release of the huge load of my long pent up lust for my sexy daughter. My balls had been waiting a lot of years to flood her pussy and the time had come to instead to give its first release into her mouth. Then I thought…shit this is bad enough of me in fucking my own daughter. I shouldn’t let go inside her mouth. What a dirty thing that would be.

For the first time since lying in bed with this beautiful woman-child of mine I spoke out saying, “Oh fuck baby…daddy’s going to cum I better take it out now.”

Kimmy sensed it as well from the swelling of my fat mushroom of a cockhead swelling to the point of bursting in her mouth. She wouldn’t have any of me pulling out. She had obviously been thinking of this very instance for a long time and was prepared for my trying to withdraw.

She quickly slipped both hands around and under my ass pressing my hips further into her hot mouth. Securing her prize, she received all of my warm pulsing sperm into her mouth. My sexxy daughter had it in her mind to give me her all and wow…did she ever!

I then watched in amazement as the half child, half woman blowing me feasted on her ultimate prize of daddy’s seed. Swallowing much of my cum as she could, a small balıkesir escort amount slipped past her pursed lips and down my shaft pooling around her tight fist wrapped about my cock and just above my pulsing cum filled testicles.

One, two, thee full hard spurts of cum shot out and into her mouth…and I wasn’t finished yet!

Kimmy kept guzzling my seed, and milking my veiny cock with her sucking and sliding of her hands up and down so as to pump the maximum amount of my liquid into her mouth and down her throat. She encouraged me to give as much as I had…”Uh-huh, uh-huh…ummmmm….ummmm.” She was getting off on sucking me off…I though what a hot little sexy bitch my Kimmy had become.

After a full minute of slurping daddy’s cock she lifted the remaining thick globs of my warm sperm on her hand up to her mouth. Then posing to make sure I received the maximum effect of her cock sucking efforts…she slowly licked the rest into her wicked sexy lips and smiled waiting my approval.

“Did I do that right daddy. Did I make my darling father feel good?”

“Baby, you did it perfectly. I was the best blow job I ever had a woman give me…just the fucking best ever!”

I could tell from her wicked little smile and the twinkling in her eyes that my words were what she wanted to hear. Leaning back down she began a slow sucking on my balls as her hand brought renewed life back into my prick. Between taking my balls in her mouth and lathering them with her warm sucking tongue she said, “I loved giving you head daddy. You can have my mouth anytime you feel the need to release all your tensions. I want you to feel free to just tell me to suck your cock whenever you need me.”

For the first time I put my hands under her skimpy thin baby-doll gown so I could finally get my hands on the marvelous firmness of her tits and feel her hard nipples. They were sublime in my hands. I kept the feel of those young woman’s breasts in my hands as she sat up, slipped her panties to the side and began a slow descent of her tight pussy down upon my resurrected cock. The feeling of her hot, wet cunny on my cock for the first time was some thing I’ll never forget.

The sensations of the tight walls of my very own daughter’s pussy squeezing and milking my fat cock was so indescribably delicious, and so very evil all at the same. She was teaching me how incest can be such a naughty and so sublime a dichotomy.

Her wide hips and firm round ass posting down onto my thighs was a wonderful sexual ride on my pistoning cock.

She began moaning dirty words that sounded so good to my ears.

“Oh yes daddy…fuck your big grown up daughter. Fuck me harder, make me cum daddy…make me yours…take me all the way!”

Each stroke of her fucking her father and the nasty words were all wondrous sensations indeed. It felt like heaven and hell both pulling on my cock all at the same time. Surely I was doomed in sublime torture by her seduction of her father. Yet I was becoming more and more an accepting and willing accomplice to this so called evil of incest.

So many cultures approved of such conduct between father and daughter…mother and son throughout history. Could it be the teachings I had been given in my youth were wrong? How could such a bonding between a father and his daughter feel so good and yet be judged an evil sin. Hadn’t I often been sexually attracted to my mother when I was growing up? And for the past few years hadn’t I secretly craved her teasing young body? More than just a few times I went to sleep after masturbating to thoughts of fucking her tight, young pussy and feeling her firm tits in my hands.

Yes, I understood the desires my daughter had for me and I for her. Maybe she was the bravest between the two of us to have the guts to act upon what could only be recognized as natural yearnings within a loving daddy-daughter relationship. What could be so wrong in expressing love by touching, kissing, and sharing the ultimate joy of sex between consenting adults within a caring family?

I only knew the sexual release I was feeling with the physical coupling between Kimmy and I was a wonderful feeling indeed.

What was so wrong in two adults choosing their time and moment to a physical joining of each other’s natural desires? While I knew it was right for me as a father and an adult male to hold off and restrain myself sexually from touching my daughter before she became a woman. How was it also not her right of choice and consent to whom she decided to give herself as an adult?

If her adult choice was to give herself to her father and he accept her sexual gift to him how could that choice on their part be wrong?

Mothers and adult sons making love with each other as they freely choose should be their right. My beautiful grown daughter and I should have the right and freedom to give ourselves to each other without society judging us as doing something wrong. Where is it written that it’s a sin for adult and fully matured mothers, sons…fathers, daughters…brothers and sisters wrong for them to a mutual consent in sharing their love with each other physically?

Finally as Kimmy rocked her ass all the way down pushing my hard cock deeply into her womb then beginning a slow, delicious rotation with her wide hips and arching back I knew two things.

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Bobby gently cupped Becky’s face with his hand as the movie played on. Her cheek moved closer to his. Bobby watched Becky’s eyes slowly close in the reflected light of the silver screen as she turned toward him, casting a shadow over the left side of her face, but not over her glowing heart. Their lips met. Slowly. Tentatively. Tenderly exploring each other’s hearts with their mouths. Are these feelings alright? Would the other one feel comfortable about this kind of relationship? But neither felt the weirdness of a kiss that should not have been. Rather, both felt the completeness of the intimacy. Neither wanted it to end, and neither wanted to ruin this moment, this heightened relationship that was deepening between these college roommates.

Bobby’s lips barely slowly moved off of Becky’s lips. As their kiss slowly broke, Bobby decided to throw in all his chips for the woman of his dreams. Becky felt his lips so close to hers that they brushed one another as he softly said, “I love you, Becky.”

Bobby’s profession of love melted not only Becky’s heart, but also her inhibitions. “And I love you.” Becky softly replied as if it was a given knowledge between them.

Emboldened by Bobby’s declaration, and her own desire, Becky slowly slid her tongue against Bobby’s lips. Bobby opened his mouth in anticipation of her entry. Becky’s tongue first explored his lips, and then his tongue. Bobby’s tongue caressing hers, as Becky softly moaned with desire.

“I mean I’m totally, insanely in love with you, Becky.” Bobby whispered as they gulped some air.

“Me too.” Becky responded — baring her heart.

“I want her so badly. And not just because she’s beautiful and smart and is a great kisser. I want to love her — to give myself to this angelic woman — right now.” Bobby thought.

“Would you like to get out of here, Bec?” Bobby asked tentatively, unsure of whether such was an appropriate question to ask on a first date. Would this push her too far? Bobby did not know Becky would respond to such a loaded question. It was a question Bobby had never asked any girl before tonight.

In reply, Becky turned to him, put her arm around his neck, pulled him closer, and kissed him deeply. When they unlocked their lips, Becky tilted her head slightly down, looked romantically up into his eyes, and replied confidently and seductively, “Ah huh.”

Becky picked up her purse and they left, the movie plot forgotten as their own plot thickened. But their plot was not the only thing thickening as Bobby took Becky’s hand. Bobby’s cock was swelling, as were Becky’s vaginal lips. Becky’s panties were getting wet from her feminine desire to have Bobby within her.

“I need him! All of him! Up inside of me! Now! I’ve never wanted anything so badly before in my life!” Becky thought to herself as they walked hand in hand into the lobby. “But what if he doesn’t want me — in ‘that way’. What if he doesn’t want to take my chubby body as his lover? Becky was already building up concerns in her mind as Bobby excused himself to use the restroom.

For Bobby, his task was more time consuming than normal, as he could not piss through the raging hard on that his beautiful sister had caused. And he couldn’t stop thinking about her — at all, let alone stop thinking about her in ‘that way’. “It’s not as simple as taking her to bed.” He thought. “What if she can’t get past being my sister? Or past the idea of having her brother inside of her? Coming inside of her? Could she ever accept the idea of bearing her brother’s children?” They were both very family oriented, and he cringed at the thought that neither of them would have kids if they became a couple.

While Bobby was trying with limited success to tame his raging hard on, Becky was standing in the lobby, contemplating where their kisses in the dark would take them. “To bed, woman, that’s where it’s taking you! With the man of your dreams! Right between your wide opened thighs! DEEP inside of you! Coming inside of you!” she thought. “What the hell are you thinking, Bec? Fucking your own brother? Your own stud muffin, loving man of a brother!? Yeah! Hell, yeah!! Whose cock you want between your legs — sliding up your wet vagina — coming inside of you. Whoa, girl! Do you know what you’re asking him to do? Yeah, I know exactly what I want him to do to me. Fuck me silly and make me come!”

They had certainly shared more than a sibling type kiss, or even a date kiss. It was a long, hot, passionate, erotic, romantic kiss. “I wonder just how long Bobby is when he’s hard?” Becky thought to herself. But then her doubts crept up again. “But what could Bobby possibly see in me to make him hard with my plus size body on a 6 foot tall frame?” she wondered. With a 45″ hips, round, large, but firm booty, full curvy thighs, a curvy 32″ waist, and voluptuous 38E breasts that came to nice conical points, she could see kastamonu escort little more than her chest as a womanly feature. And the rest would surely cancel out her big chest. Bobby, on the other hand, looked like a hunk to her. At 6’1″, and 200 pounds, he was hot, and muscular, and she had noticed that he had a six pack stomach, and his jeans were really tight on that fine ass and bulging package. She was confident she’d seen the outline of a very long, thick dick when he walked away from her to use the restroom. “Maybe there’s hope for me yet.”

Becky’s vagina was so wet at the thought of Bobby being inside of her, that she had already soaked her panties and was now making her inner thighs wet. The heat between her legs was building, and she needed him to quench it soon. Thinking of what he could do for her if he lay between her legs, and how it would feel when his cock shot his cum into her tummy. “I’m not on birth control, and he IS my brother. Should I ask him to pull out? Probably should.” But her thoughts were interrupted as she saw Bobby exit the restroom, and walk to her.

As Bobby walked out of the restroom, he boldly put his arm around her waist and she instantly replied in kind, as they walked out of the theater together. Their long legs and similar height made their walking quite natural and in step. “I like the feel of this woman — firm, so soft, and so curvy.”

Becky enjoyed feeling his muscular body, and unconsciously rubbed his side muscles, ever so slowly, massaging his body with her fingers.

They slowed as they reached the car, which was parked at the far edge of the still packed parking lot. Their arms did not unlock from each other as they reached the passenger door. Nor did Bobby’s free hand reach for his key FOB in his pocket. Rather, as if in practiced sync, they turned to face each other, put their free arms around each other’s neck, pulled themselves to each other with the arms that were still around each other’s waist, and KISSED! Not a friendly kiss, or a tentative, exploratory kiss, but a REAL kiss, a passionate kiss, a tongue fucking kiss, with wide opened mouths, and tongues pressed deeply into each other’s mouths, swirling around, as they moaned in each other’s mouths.

“Where did this come, Bec? Your tongue fucking your own brother like it was second nature!” Becky thought mischievously. “And you’re LOVIN’ it!”

“Man can this woman kiss! She’s a lot more experienced than I realized! I wonder how many other guys have been inside of this goddess. Will I measure up? Will she even give me a chance?” Bobby thought.

Bobby enjoyed the feeling of Becky’s large breasts pressed solidly into his chest, as his free hand slid down her back towards her soft, wide, round bottom. “Nice ass, Sis!” He thought. “But should I feel her up? Yeah, I can’t resist, and she’s not pushing away from me.” Bobby’s hand firmly but gently felt the curves of her bottom, up and down, side to side. “Firm but soft, wide and round, with a good lift from the back of her thighs. No, this isn’t a nice ass; this is a PERFECT ass!!” Bobby thought.

Becky had a firm but curvy, cute tummy that protruded nicely below her belly button and curved beautifully downward to her smooth mound. Her lower tummy pressed against him as her breasts mashed into his solid chest. Bobby pulled her tighter, dropping his hand further down on her fanny. His hands now cupped the very bottom of her ass, with fingers mere inches from her pussy. But Becky made no resistance to his romantic advance. Rather, she pulled herself further into Bobby, sliding her hand onto his ass, as they pulled their crotches even tighter together. She felt his hard cock pressed against her mound, and pulled him into her even more. “God this man is hard! And BIG! For ME!”

As their kiss ended, neither of them wanted to speak, for fear of breaking the spell. They kissed again, tongues meeting before lips this time, gentle and slow. Assuring each other that it was alright. That they each wanted more. That neither was grossed out by their sibling’s affection, but rather enthralled with the other.

Bobby’s left arm dropped from her neck, caressing her slightly chubby cheeks, as they continued to kiss. His hand then lightly explored the curve of her side, then caressed her ample hips and the other side of that perfect ass. His hands cupped her ample bottom, pulling her vaginal area tighter against his bulging cock. In response, Becky wrapped both arms around his neck, boldly pushing her breasts into his chest. Becky made a soft, feminine moan in response to the gentle but firm grasp of Bobby’s hands on her bottom.

Becky could feel his hard penis smashed against her mound. Bobby’s hands slowly roamed over her womanly bottom, then grabbed a glorious handful as he pulled her even more tightly into himself. “Well, there’s kayseri escort no doubt he likes my ass.” Becky thought to herself. “And even less doubt that I like him feeling my ass up.” Becky felt the heat of her vagina building. She stoked the fire within her brother with her tongue, trying desperately to find her brother’s Adam’s apple with it, as he sucked in turn on her. “And my big breasts are pressed so tightly against his chest that he can’t help but feel them.” Becky thought, as her feminine confidence built up while in his arms.

“I’ll love you forever, Sis.” Bobby proclaimed.

“Only me?” Becky inquired quickly and boldly, before she realized what she had asked of him.

“Always, and only you, Becky.” Bobby confidently replied.

Their lips met again, mouths wide open, tongues dueling, hands groping each other’s ass. As their kiss broke, Becky smacked her lips, and said, “Well, big brother, you sure are a hunk! I’d have let you do this a loooooong time ago if I had known you were so in love with me!”

“I would have done it to you a long time ago if I’d known you were in love with me.” Bobby replied.

Then Bobby looked into her twinkling eyes, his hands now roaming the bottom of her ass cheeks, and softly said, “Can I ask you a personal question, Becky?”

“Nothing you could ask could be more personal than your last kiss, or the way you’re feeling up my ass right now.” Becky replied lustfully.

Bobby smiled in reply. His oversexed mind immediately thought of something more personal, much more personal, that he could give her than that kiss and an ass grope, but his hormone enraged body had sense enough to keep that sexy thought to himself, barely, for now.

“You’ve got a very nice bottom, Becky.” He said slowly and seductively.

“And you’ve got very nice hands, Bobby.” She complimented back in kind. “Now, what is your question, bro.”

“It’s a VERY personal question, Bec.” he said slowly.

She kissed him in response. When they came up for air, Becky inquired softly, “You can ask ANYTHING of me, Bobby.” Becky paused for effect, letting her declaration sink into her brother’s heart. “I’m your only sister, your best friend, and your roommate. Becky paused with hesitation, unsure if she should speak her heart, and then went for broke and stammered,”I’m all yours.”

“Did she just say ‘I could ask anything from her?’ . . . and that she was ‘all mine? Did she mean what I hope she meant?” Bobby thought.

Becky’s brave declaration bolstered Bobby’s courage, as he hugged her tightly, feeling the bottom of her ass more openly, and holding her tightly against his raging hard on. Bobby longed to call her want he wanted her to be, his wife, but dare he do it? “She’s given herself to me! And that took nerve for her to say after just a few kisses and feels — now make the woman of your dreams yours. Don’t let her hang.” Bobby reasoned.

“Lover” he said softly, upping the ante, with a pause to allow it to sink in to her heart, and to allow her time to protest. Hearing none, and feeling her pull him even closer to him in response, he put his mouth to her ear and spoke so softly she could barely hear, “Are you … as wet … as I … am hard?”

Becky pressed her breasts harder against him, as he put her hands to the sides of his face, and put her lips gently, and ever so lightly over his left ear. “Wetter, lover.” She added with slight pause for effect, in her softest, sexiest voice.

“I’m awfully hard, sweetheart.” he whispered back into her ear, unsure just how much of his manhood she had felt in their embrace.

“I’m well aware. Pleasantly aware.” She replied with a smile. “But, honey, I’m VERY wet down there. I really want to answer to your question. And I think the only way to know for sure is if you check me.” She responded. “I so WANT my brother to feel me up!” Becky thought.

“When?” Bobby asked in hopeful anticipation.

“Now, please? In the car? I think we both need to know — as soon as possible, don’t you agree?” Becky replied in a slow, feminine, husky voice.

“Ah huh.” Bobby choked out in reply. “Oh God! She’s hotter than I ever imagined! She just asked me to finger her pussy! RIGHT NOW! Yes!!” he thought.

The couple disentangled, and Bobby opened the door for his lover. By the time he got in, Becky’s skirt was hiked up around her tummy, and her wet panties were on the floorboard. She was spreading her thighs and reclining her seat as he settled into his seat. She could not believe she was doing this, and for her brother no less. “For her lover. For THE love of her life!” She thought. But her heart was not to be interrupted by questions of protocol or decency. She wanted this man between her thighs since she first learned what a man was for, and she was not going to let him go now — or ever. He kıbrıs escort was indisputably hers. “I love this hunk and I’m taking him to bed! Tonight!”

Bobby’s hand slid slowly and gently between her smooth legs, finding her inner thighs already damp and her labia soaked with the wetness of her womanhood. Her vagina steamed of womanly desire, emitting a wonderful, womanly aroma. His right index and middle finger lay between her fully opened and swollen lips. “Smooth lips — not just shaved smooth, but waxed? . . . SO smooth!” Bobby did not know for sure how she did it, as this was the first woman he had felt up. He found her dripping, and hot. For the first time his confidence faltered, as he realized what a hot, cosmopolitan woman was sitting beside him, with legs spread open just for him. “Am I going to be man enough for my sexy sister?” He thought. “Will I meet her expectations? I’ve never done this before, and she’s acting like it’s a regular occurrence for her!”

Bobby put his index finger slowly into his sister, up to this second knuckle. Becky was not only wet, but also tight. So tight he did not try inserting a second finger. “I think your vagina is so wet it’s making me harder, Becky. I may be harder than you are wet now.” He replied. “I think you should check.”

“Right now?” Becky replied softly, also in hopeful anticipation. “He’s done this before — to other women. The way he touches me there, it’s so awesome. And he didn’t blink twice at my suggestion. Treated it like it was normal to feel up his date’s pussy in the car — and on our first “date” no less. I’ve never DONE this before. Never had a guy’s hand between my legs. Never touched a guy’s cock! I have no idea what I’m doing. What will he do when he figures that out?”

“Yes.” Bobby responded. “I hope I’m man enough for her. That my size pleases her as much as her prior partners did.”

Bobby unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees for his sister. Becky wasted no time grabbing Bobby’s now 7″ and still growing cock, of slightly more than 2″ diameter. She felt his cock twitch, and expand at her hand’s firm touch. “Bobby, I think you’re growing harder, and bigger.” She exclaimed.

Bobby pushed his index finger further into the paradise between his sister’s legs, and responded, “Becky, I think you’re getting wetter.”

“I think we need to go home, and study this question in more detail.” Becky responded with a sexy wicked smile. “A LOT more detail.”

“This could take a lot of time.” Bobby relied. “Yes, she’s definitely experienced in the sex department. I’m going to need a crash course to keep up with her.”

“An all-nighter, no doubt.” Becky gently replied. “I’ll need all night just to learn what to do with my man, and how to do it in a pleasing way.”

“She’s done it ALL NIGHT! Oh, God! Can I satisfy her? Can I keep up with her desires?!”

“A lifetime of nights for a question this profound.” Bobby replied.

They drove to their small, two bedroom apartment, with one hand between each other’s legs, until they parked in the lot. No one was in sight. Becky pulled her skirt down, not bothering to put her panties back on. “I’m only taking these off again the moment the front door is shut.” She thought. Bobby pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. Then they walked to their apartment in the dark, with Bobby’s hand on her bottom, lifting up her skirt enough to grab a handful of her big, bare ass. Becky making no objection in the privacy of the darkened street.

Once the front door was shut, they fell into each other’s arms. Becky grabbed his belt and undid it as he removed her bra from beneath her blouse. Each took the other’s shirt off, then bent down to undress the other completely, until they were both nude, and still standing in the dark.

“Where to now, Becky?” Bobby asked.

“Our room . . . and our bed.” Becky replied softly, as she beckoned him with her index finger, and led him into what had been her bedroom.

Bobby watched her bare, wide ass sway and shake as she walked ahead of him down the hallway. “That’s the finest ass in the universe.”

They walked to the double bed. Becky laid on it first, on her back, legs spread wide, knees, bent outward and upward. Bobby got on top of her, between her outstretched thighs, holding himself up by his elbows. His cock was resting, of its own accord, between her swollen vaginal lips.

He fondled and kissed her mountainous breasts, adored her big, long nipples, and marveled at how her breasts shook as he parted her thighs wider with his legs.

“Please, be gentle — I — I don’t know exactly — what you want me to do, as you get — ah — up inside of me.” she said awkwardly. “There, now I’ve said it. He may as well know that I don’t know what the FUCK I’m doing when we make love. He’ll probably be put off, and get off of my fat ass now and go back to his room.”

“No, I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what you mean, other than being gentle with the love of my life.” He replied. “Wow! She knows various techniques and wants me to pick which one I want her to do! What do I tell an experienced, hot chick to do? I don’t have a clue what to tell her! Now what?!”

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Connie — Adventure Continues – III

I had erotic dreams all night long after my mom, Connie, gave me a fantastic blow job on the couch last night while dad was asleep on the couch two feet from the action taking place between us. So when I woke up Saturday morning I was excited about what I planned to do to my mom next. I got up early and made sure my dad was showering, before I collected the items I needed for the day that I store outside in dad’s work shed, a hodge-podge area of mostly junk, since he was not very handy around the house at all. He never really went there unless it was to store more stuff.

All my stuff was collected by the time dad was done in his shower so I hoped in my shower to clean up. I showered and shaved my face and pubic hairs, as I loved the feeling of being shaven. Then I went back to bed to wait for Dad to leave the house for his long day of umpiring little league baseball. As soon as I heard his car start up, I grabbed my bag and ran bare assed naked to my mom’s room. At 41, my mom had a great body which she kept in very good shape. She had a nice 36D breast size and a trim small waist with long brunette hair that went to down to her shoulder blades. There was one thing and one thing only that I wanted to change about her and that was going to happen today, whether she wanted it or not.

As for what was in my bag, it contained four wrist/ankle cuffs, four pre-cut lengths of rope, a blind-fold, and shaving paraphernalia. Yes, I intended to shave my mom’s pussy. I was going to tie her up to her bed, blind-fold her, and shave her completely. Afterwards, I was going to pleasure her while she was unable to move. I was rock-hard just thinking about it. So I opened the door to her bedroom slowly so as to make as little noise as possible.

I moved to the foot of the bed and got down on my knees to attach the ropes to the posts at the bottom of her bed. After tying the ropes to each side, I attached the other end to the cuffs with a D-ring. I did the same for the posts at the head of the bed. I was very quiet as my beautiful mother did not wake up or stir while I was attaching the restraints to her bed. Next I carefully and slowly began to pull the covers off her luscious body and dropped it over the foot board.

As I finished lowering the covers, my lovely mom stirred a bit and rolled over onto her back. This caused her short nightie to rise up past her navel exposing her pussy for me to see. I was so tempted to stop right there and plunge my stiff cock deep into her waiting pussy, but I held back. As my mom settled down on her back, I gently lifted her left ankle and attached the cuff to her dainty ankle. Since she did not move I did the same to her right ankle and move up to her right wrist where I attached the cuff to her. Mom was now restrained on three sides and I moved around the bed to her left side and attached the final cuff to her without waking her up.

My mom, Connie, was now fully restrained and spread eagle on her bed unable to move. I then got into bed with her and gently kissed her on her lips. As I was kissing her, I began to unbutton the front of her nightie so I could feast my eyes on her naked body. When the last button was undone I ardahan escort opened her nightie so she was completely bare. Since mom had not woken up yet, I began kissing my way down to her nipples that were slowly getting hard. I wrapped my lips around mom’s left nipple and began to suckle while my right hand was massaging her right breast.

“Ummmmmmm, that feels so good,” my mom dreamily moaned. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

I kept this up for awhile before moving to her right nipple. This one I did not suckle, but proceeded to flick my tongue around her erect, hard nipple.

“OH GOD, YES!” my mom cried out. When I gently bit her nipple, mom just let out a long, loud moan and tried to pull her arms to my head. “Wha, What? Why can’t I move my arms,” my mom asked.

“It’s okay, mom. I tied you up so you can’t move so I can do what I like to your body,” I explained to her. “With Dad gone all day, I intend to keep you in bed and explore your beautiful body at my leisure.”

“You are so bad, my dear sweet boy, but momma has some things to do today,” she replied. “So, please, untie me.”

“Sorry, mom, but I have my own plans for the day and they all involve you in this bed. So you had better get used to the idea,” I told her. The whole time we had been talking, I continued my tongue assault on her right nipple.

“Okay, honey, I am yours to do with as you wish,” she said breathlessly as she kept trying to push her nipple into my mouth. I finally relented and took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it causing Mom to moan louder as she begged me to continue.

But stop I did, causing my mom to cry out “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I reached into my bag and brought out my blind-fold. I showed it to Mom and said, “I am going to put this on you so you can’t see what I am doing to you. It should add to your excitement.”

With that said, I gently placed the blindfold over my mom’s head to cover her eyes. I kissed her lips and told to relax and I would be back shortly. I went into her bathroom and turned on the water to hot and got out a washcloth, hand towel, and bath towel. I asked mom to lift up her butt so I could move the bath towel under her.

“What are you planning to do, young man?” my mom questioned me. But I did not answer as I got off the bed and got a pair of scissors out of my bag. I then proceeded to trim her pubic hairs as close to her silky skin as I could.

“I told you that day in the kitchen that I would have to do something about you bush and I plan on shaving it all off. A shaven pussy really turns me on, mom,” I explained to her.

“But what will your father say, not that he notices me very much lately,” my mom pouted.

“I don’t care, mom, whether Dad likes it or not. Just remember, I like it, I did it to you, and it turns me on. I find you very, very sexy, ” I said to her.

All this time I was still cutting my mom’s hair as close to the skin as I could. I brushed all the loose hairs off her and unto the towel which I pulled out from under her and took it to the bathroom to shake it out in the toilet (less evidence that way). I brought the towel back and replaced it under adıyaman escort her. I returned to the bathroom and returned with the hot washcloth which I placed over the remaining bush and which my mom cried out that it was hot! I apologized, but went back to get the bowl of hot water, razor, and bikini shaving gel from the bathroom.

I removed the washcloth from her and bent down to flick my flick against the hood of her clit to which my mom let out a moan. But I was not done with her shaving yet, so I stopped very reluctantly. I then opened the shaving gel cap and proceed to cover my mom’s pubic hairs.

“Oh, that is cold, honey, especially after that hot towel!” my mom exclaimed.

I said I was sorry and then got the razor out and started shaving my sexy mother’s pussy. I was very gentle as I moved the razor over her silky skin. I was not a long process, but I wanted it done right, so after all the hair was gone, I ran my finger over the entire area to find any rough patches. Whenever I found some, I would rub some shaving gel and run the razor over it until it was smooth. I was being very thorough and took great care to remove any and every patch of stubble I could find. When all was gone, I put the hot washcloth over the area to remove all the shaving gel and clean mom up. As a final test. I put my face to her pussy and began to lick the skin area where her bush used to be. I could not find any stray patches so I stopped to mom’s intense displeasure.

“Why did you stop, honey, that was feeling so good,” she said breathlessly.

I said not to worry and I returned all the shaving materials to their proper areas and returned with mom’s large make-up mirror. I put it between her legs and lifted the blindfold to her forehead.

“I am going to show you what I did and you tell me what you think, okay Mom?” That said, I raised the mirror up so Mom could see her freshly shaven pussy.

“Oh, WOW!” she exclaimed. “Everything is gone! I am so bare, but it looks nice. And honey, if this is what you like, then I will keep my pussy shaved just for you.”

“Thanks, mom. Yes, I do love the look and feel of smooth skin and now I can see all of your pussy with nothing hidden from my eyes.” I then put the mirror on the floor and returned to kiss my mom while covering her eyes again with the blindfold. I could not wait any longer to taste her so I kissed my way down her chest to her clit which was now poking free of its hood. I then gently bit it which caused my mom to rise her hips up as she let out a long moan.

Then I ran my tongue from her clit to her anus and began rimming her. This caused her to cry out with a loud “OH MY YES” and so I continued to run my tongue around her anus. I brought my tongue up and through her wet, juicy slit until I stopped at her clit and began sucking it. This caused Mom to start bucking her hips up and down and moaning in enjoyment. Mom was ready to explode and I moved my mouth to her pussy as her juices began to fill my mouth. I stay there until nothing more came out. Next I moved up to her lips and kissed my mom full on her lips and as they parted and her tongue entered my mouth I let some karabük escort of her juices pour into her mouth.

“I want you to taste yourself so you know just how much I like eating a woman’s pussy,” I whispered to her.

“UMMM, I am tasty, no wonder you like it so much, honey,” mom cooed to me.

Then I lifted off her and untied her legs and raised them up as I tied them to the headboard. Now mom had her legs spread out and up, giving me complete access to her lovely, tasty, juicy pussy. I wasted no more time and I positioned my between her legs and plunged my cock deep into her in one hard thrust.

“Oh GOD, YES,” she cried out. “More, please MORE!”

I did not need to me told twice as I continued to pound my cock deep inside her pussy. Even in this position, mom’s pussy gripped my cock like it was made to fit me personally. It did not take long for both of us to have a mind shattering orgasm at the same time. Mom worked her pussy walls to milk the last bit of cum from my cock. When my cock stopped twitching I pulled out of mom’s pussy and put my cock to her lips.

Mom opened her lips and she began licking my head before sucking me into her waiting mouth. It was not long after this that I became hard again, so I pulled out of mom’s mouth and unhooked her legs from the D-clips. She was so relieved at this and lowered them to the bed. I then moved back between her legs and slowly entered her pussy again. This time I was slow and loving as I wanted to make sweet love to my mom. Before too long mom raised her legs and wrapped them around my hips as we made love. This time I lasted a long time and mom told me later that she had at least six orgasms before I came again.

I removed the restraint from my lovely mother’s wrists and she wrapped them around my back and we stayed that way for a long time. Mom still had the blindfold on so I removed that too only to find tears in her eyes.

“Why are you crying my love?” I asked.

“Because I am so happy. Your father never cared if I had an orgasm or not. He never gave me one and he drifted off to sleep leaving me unfulfilled every time. I would get up and go into the living room and masturbate until I came. You almost caught me a few times. In fact, I used to get excited thinking of what would have happened if you saw me. But all you wanted to do was talk.”

“Mom, if I had known I would have had sex with you then, but you always seemed so distant when I came into the living room at 1 or 2 am.”

“I know, honey, I just did not understand the intensity of my feelings for you then. I now know and I will be yours from this day onwards.”

Mom and I spent most of the day in her bed, except for getting some food to keep up our energy levels. We stayed naked all day making love in her bed. I had mom mount me as she had never done that positions before and she had such a huge orgasm that she said she wanted to try that more often. We had to stop sooner or later and mom gathered up her soaked bed sheets and took them to the laundry room. When the spin cycle began on the washer I lifted up on it and put my cock back into her pussy and let the machine move my mom’s butt around my cock until she come all over it.

After the sheets were put into the dryer we went into her shower to clean up before dad got home. In the shower, we soaped each other up and I took mom standing up in the shower. We barely had time to dry off before we heard dad’s car in the driveway. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed as mom threw on a slip dress with no undies to greet her husband.

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I see you sitting there at your computer, your back to me. I wonder what it is you are working on at this time of night and why you have your headphones on. I approach, staying silent on the deep carpeting. You do not hear me; you seem so engrossed with what is on the screen.

Looking over your shoulder I am a little surprised to see the video you are watching. It appears you are watching a video of a couple of lesbians. There is a woman lying on her back with another between her legs. The quality looks homemade. I think I recognize the woman on her back.

You still fail to realize I am behind you, or you know I am there and are pretending that I am not; either way your focus is on the screen. I realize then, that I do recognize the woman; it is your friend Lisa. You two have known each other for years. Looking down to the woman between her legs, I realize she looks familiar was well. She glances to the camera just then and it is your other from Brooke. She says something to the camera, but with the headphones on, I don’t know what it is.

I am getting more and more excited as I watch the silent action on the screen. I look down and see your nipples are hard and pushing into your tank top. I reach around and cup your breasts fethiye escort in my hands. Your reaction proves you knew I was there. With a sigh you push your tits into my hands. I begin to squeeze and rub them through your top, pinching your nipples. Twisting, pulling, messaging your nipples like you enjoy. I move my hand up to your shoulders and slide them under the straps of your tank top. I push them down and pull you tank top down off your beautiful breasts.

You push the spacebar on the keyboard, lean back, and spin the chair around. I waste no time, I bend over and take one of your nipples in my mouth. You start to moan almost immediately. You arch your back, pushing you nipple into my mouth. I reach over and start to play with your other breast.

I don’t get much time as I feel your hands on the top of my head, pushing me down. I sink to my knees in front of you, my mouth running down your stomach to your sweatpants covered sex. Now I know you were turned on before my arrival. Your pussy is soaking the crotch of your pants and your scent is nearly overwhelming. Reaching up, I grasp the hem of your pants and pull. You raise your ass off the chair so I can slide your pants off, sitting back down you position your pussy right on the edge. It is at just the right level for me to dive in. Before I can do much, however, you grab my head and force it into gebze escort your sex. My face is covered instantly in your juices. I reach up with one hand and spread your pussy open, giving me access to your clit. With the other, I reach up and insert two fingers into your cunt. You are so wet; they slide in with no resistance.

In only a few minutes you are cumming, hard. You grab my head and pull me tight to your sex. You start moaning and screaming over and over again. As you cum, you squirt all over my face. I pull my fingers out of you as I start to clean up your cum with my tongue. You hardly give me a chance. I feel you pulling my up by head, until I am looking you in the eyes. You lean forward and clean your cum off my face. I am a little taken back as you have never done this before, but it turns me on as well. While you are licking my face, your hands are busy undoing my belt and pulling my pants off. I step out of them as you start to pull me forward by my cock.

You pull my cock to the entrance to your sex.

“Fuck me.” You say. It is the first coherent thing you have said since I arrived. Who am I to argue? I slam my cock deep in your pussy so hard it pushes the chair backwards and we nearly fall over. I backup, my cock coming out of you. You get out of the chair and lay on the floor; legs wide open, holding your pussy open for me. I konyaaltı escort drop between your legs and again, bottom my cock out in one thrust. I can’t remember the last time you were this wet this fast.

You wrap your legs around my back and pull me into you. I pound harder and harder. Shortly you announce you are cumming again. I can feel your pussy spasm around my cock, pulling me deeper. I can’t take it, I push as deep as I can go and start to cum. I fill your pussy with my seed. This seems to prolong your own orgasm. You run your nails along my back, drawing blood in spots while you howl in pleasure.

Spent, I roll off of you. We lay there, quietly at first. I roll to my side and ask about the movie. I wonder why they sent you the movie. You tell me they did not send it to you. I question what you mean by that. You tell me it may be better for me to watch instead of you telling me. We sit back in the chair, you in my lap, both of us with no clothes on.

You start the movie again. Brooke is talking to the camera. The video shakes and the angle changes. A third person walks into the screen, she bends down and takes Brookes place between Lisa’s legs. She looks at the camera. You reach over and pause the movie as I realize I am looking directly at you on screen.

I ask what this is and you explain that Brooke and Lisa have had an ongoing thing for a while now. You stopped by unannounced and learned about it. Instead of walking out, they convinced you to join in. You loved it. You knew I would come to check on you, so you started watching the video you made in the hopes of me asking about it. Apparently, both of them think I am attractive and want me and you to join the two of them on a regular basis.

Who am I to refuse?

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The bar was crowded and smoky. The sound of the jazz band playing softly added to the ambiance of it. It was dim and quiet, with just a few older and very handsome men sitting at the bar.

Kelly’s clit tingled, the delicate skin sending out sharp little buzzes of desire as she surveyed the scene. It was perfect, not too many guys, and not too few. Only a couple of women in sight. The perfect hunting ground for a night’s pleasure.

Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she stepped up to the bar to see her reflection in the mirror behind it. Her blonde hair was down and loose, curling just a little around her shoulders. She had her smoky eye game down pat. Her lipstick was a bright splash of scarlet on her wide mouth. The dress, a cleverly draped thing of jade green, revealed both her toned shoulders and the deep curve and high thrust of her perky tits.

Perfect. She looked absolutely perfect she thought as the bartender gave her a long once over and then ambled over. “What can I get you darling?”

Darling. How sweet. It’s already starting. Her pussy tingled again and she deliberately leaned against the bar letting the skirt crawl up the back of her thighs just a bit. “Whiskey and soda please. Light ice. Lemon.” She let her thick lashes fall to her cheeks as she spoke and ten popped them back up in a move she had practiced soften in her mirror it came off as wholly natural. She also left her lips open, letting her gleaming white teeth show in a small smile. “Thank you.”

He nodded, an answering smile cracking his mouth. He turned to put the drink together. The man closest to her gave her a covert inspection in the mirror, making sure not to turn his head while he did so. He wasn’t fooling her, she knew very well when she was being checked out thank you very much.

The drink slid across the bar. The man who had been checking her out said, “Put that on my tab, would you?”

He spun the chair he was sitting in just a bit and tilted his glass, filled with amber liquid, in her direction. “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” She let her red-tipped fingers linger on the sides of the chilled glass. “I’m Becky.” She lied.

“Tom. Nice to meet you.” he gave her another once over, not even trying to hide it that time. “I’m curious. What brings a girl like you into a place like this?”

Trite, but okay. She sipped her drink then ran her tongue over her lips, drawing his attention to her mouth. “Oh it looked nice from the front.”

His left eyebrow tilted up slightly. “It is nice. But you look like you might like a club better.”

She let her body lean against his, let the smell of her perfume drift over to him from her war skin. She saw his eyes widen and his lower body shift a bit, all telltale signs that she had just turned him on. “Are you saying you don’t think I belong here?”

Tom studied her face. He was about thirty-five, in good shape, and under the jacket he had on a crisp white shirt and very tight tie.

The typical upper management type. He came in there because it was quiet and not known as pickup spot for sex. One glance down at the ring on his hand told her the rest. He was married and that was also why he was there. The other women that were in there wore suits, they too were clearly in their way home after a hard day in some miserable little cubicle or windowless office.

Tom sipped his drink and then set it down on the bar. “I’m just surprised.”

“I like surprising people.” Her smile was coy. His was too. She sipped her drink a little longer, still rooted in next to his chair but she was beginning to get the feeling that Tom was not going to bite the bait. Maybe he was worried she was a plant, someone sent in by a jealous wife, or a wife looking to get proof so she could get a bigger settlement check.

It happened.

Becky said, “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

He taped the bar with one finger. The bartender came over with the check and Tom signed it. “You too Becky. Maybe vipsevgilim.com I’ll see you around.”

He was gone, leaving her slightly flummoxed but not discouraged. This happened sometimes. Guys were often scared off by the prospect of her.

She ordered a second drink. It came and she took it, sashaying away from the bar and toward the small raised dais the band was playing on. She let her eyes rake over them. The one was younger than the others, and really ht. he was jamming away on his guitar, wringing melodies from it and she let her hips sway in time to the beat. The guitarist looked at her, smiled and kept playing.

Her ass moved right and left, the silk of the dress cupping her pert cheeks and taut waist.

The guitarist was watching her now and pretty intently. She tossed back a swallow of her drink and turned to see a man with a head full of chestnut colored hair coming toward her. She smiled at him. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.” He didn’t bother trying to be polite. His look was direct and frank, it ran over her body with real relish. “How are you doing?”

“Good, you?”

“Better now. You look like you want to dance.”

“I’d love to dance.” Her smile was inviting. Her lashes hit her cheeks and swept upward again. She ran her tongue over her red lips and then took another swallow of the drink. “I’m all yours.”

His smile was wolf-like. He took the drink from her hand and set it on a small table and then gathered her into his arms. He was nicely built and there was a definite bulge in his slacks, one that poked and prodded at her belly and made a slim band of heat rise and rush into her cheeks. He clutched her closer still. The band played on, some slow thing that made her partner feel even bolder because his hand traveled down the hard knobs of her spine and rest just above her full ass cheeks. He murmured, “Maybe you want to get out of here.”

“Sorry,” she disentangled herself with real and practiced ease. “I can’t. I’m waiting on somebody.”

The few patrons all had their eyes pinned on them and he knew it. If it had not been for that he would have protested. She could see that he wanted to protest but he did not dare. He likely worked with a few of the people in that small and tired bar. He said,

“Maybe next time.”

“Maybe, thanks for the dance.”

He nodded. Becky reached for her glass and tossed off the last of its contents as she watched him walk away. Her body felt moist and ready and she knew that her nipples were pressing urgently against the bodice of her dress. She took a deep breath and turned toward the small hallway that led to a set of bathrooms just as the band announced a break and stopped playing.

The hallway was dim and very quiet. The bathroom door marked for women opened under her hand. She stepped inside to see it was a plain little rectangle of space, no sofa or chairs anywhere, just a short counter with two sinks and a single stall behind a door on the opposite wall.

She took a deep breath and checked out her reflection again. The door opened. She stood still, not moving as the guitar player entered. He was hotter up close. His hair, a sort white-blond, was slightly damp from his having been under the stage lights and his white shirt was slightly crumpled over his toned body. The sleeves had been rolled up to reveal tanned wrists and the dark sacks were a little creased from the guitar body rubbing against them.

Becky said, “I think you’re in the wrong bathroom.”

He lifted a hand and brought it down on the knob. The lock made a distinct little click. “I don’t think I am. I think you came in here to wait for me.”

She watched him approach her in the mirror. Her heart was beating like a drum and her pussy went damp and then damper still. Her nipples strained and tautened against her dress and she swallowed hard as he stopped right behind her, his eyes going to her backside, the ass so clearly outlined by the two biristanbulmasali.com halves of her tight dress.

She said, “Why would you think that?”

“Because you look like a woman who wants to get fucked.”He was whispering as she had. Becky’s pulse picked up and raced, its beat tattooing against the delicate flesh of her wrist and throat.

She swallowed again. She could barely breathe, she was that excited but a little cool tendril of fear worked its way up her body as his hands pressed against the sides of her body, sliding down the silk fro her waist to her flanks and pausing there. She wriggled a bit and turned to face him. His dark blue eyes studied her face as intently as the eyes of the men inside the bar had. She said, “I do?”

“You do,” he confirmed. “You look just like a woman who has got a wet pussy all ready for a hot dick.”

Jesus, she was going to come and without him even touching her! She wriggled a bit, squeezing her legs together. She breathed out, “Is that right?”

“It’s all the way right and I have ten minutes. You’re in luck.”

She frowned. Her legs parted a bit and she whispered, “That does not sound like enough time.”

“You have no idea what I can do in that amount of time.”

Oh boy. This was getting away from her and fast. She took a step backward. Her ass cheeks bumped against the counter. His hands shot out and lifted her onto it. His right hand traveled up the inside of her thigh. A wicked grin split his lips. “You did not even wear panties, what a bad girl you are.”

Desire soaked her inner walls, made them flutter open and closed. She muttered, “I hate panties.”

“I see.” His fingers stroked over her soaked flesh, parting her outer lips and them moving upward to find her clit. Her body arced upward as he stroked that tender and throbbing nub, making her core clench and her legs tremble.

She gulped out, “I just came for a drink.”

He murmured, “me too.”

His hands shoved her skirt up higher. Her ass lifted a bit and then her skirt was up to her waist. He bent his head and his tongue licked along the wet seam of her pussy, sending heat staggering through her body. Her fingers clutched at his hair and she grunted but eh hushed her with one quick breath.

Becky wriggled again, taking her ass to the edge of the counter and spreading her legs so that he could really get in there and eat her pussy.

He obliged her, his tongue slid along her cunt until he found her clit and then he rubbed it with his tongue, stroking back and forth along that flesh while his fingers drove deep inside her tight walls. She could smell the scent of her juices on the still air of the bathroom and her head tipped back, her hair draping across her skin as pleasure raced and gathered in her body.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against her aching flesh. His fingers went knuckle deep into her and then withdrew. He thrust them into her again, making her have to stifle a low grunt. Her fingers tangled deeper into his short and coarse hair. She muttered,

“Keep eating my pussy. It gets sweeter.”

He chuckled. His warm breath met her soaked skin and added a new layer of sensation into the mix. Her legs came up and she managed to get the heels of her shoes onto the counter while pushing her body outward yet again, giving him a better angle of penetration and access to her mound.

Her body began to shudder. His tongue was hitting all the right spots and he hooked his fingers around and expertly found her G spot, rubbing that flesh with real pressure as his tongue moved harder against her clit.

Becky’s eyes closed. Sweat broke out along her brow. Her ass jiggled and jerked. She wanted to be fucked so badly she could barely breathe. All she could do was hold onto his hair as the orgasm exploded from her dripping inner walls and sent gushes of heated, silky oils into his mouth and onto his face. His fingers kept massaging manitam.net her G spot, milking her for every luscious, salty-sweet drop.

He came up. His hand went to his slacks. His cock sprang free as soon as the zipper went down. She stared at his cock with greedy eyes and he patted her cheek softly as she reached down between their bodies and fisted his cock, letting her fingers stroke over the steely flesh under the satiny skin. His veins pulsed and throbbed as she spread her legs slightly wider, allowing his entry into her body.

His cock was hard and big, so big it stretched her open. Her pussy let out another pulse of sticky juices, coating his enormous dick and making him shiver a little. His hand went to her hair and he yanked her face forward so that he could drill his tongue into her throat. Her body reacted with a hard and sharp jerk. He muttered, “come on, fuck it. Time’s ticking by. You want to come on this cock, fuck it.”

Oh sweet Jesus! Her body shuddered again and her pussy clamped down on his prick, cradling and milking it as he slid out of her body again with a wet pop and then jammed his heated flesh back into her wet hole.

He kept going, fucking her so hard she was breathless. Her heel slipped off the counter and she hooked her leg around him, letting her body angle downward toward the counter. Her nipples chafed at the dress’ silk, making her groan and her hands rise to her breasts. She rubbed at them furiously then dropped one hand to her clit. It was still wet and erect and she rubbed at it too, her body humping against his, hard and fast as he fucked her.

She started to come again. Her lips sucked at his prick, taking him deep inside her body and then she was spurting thick splashes of sticky clear liquid from her hot core.

He grunted and then he went stiff. His whole body quivered and he gave one last hard thrust with his hips. His hot creamy seed splashed into her walls, splattering them with his come. His body sagged against hers, making her head hit the wall with a slight thump that sent a short burst of pain into her skull. He uttered, “oops.”

She giggled. “It’s okay. You better get back out there and play.”

He gave his hips a playful twist. “I think I like it better right here. This place is fucking lame. The band is fucking lame. Tell me again why I took this gig?”

Becky grinned, “Because we need rent money?”

He chuckled. “Yeah that. Ugh.”

He pulled out of her body, leaving a sticky trail of his come on her inner thighs. “How’s work?”

“Boring as shit.” She hopped off the counter and grabbed for a handful of paper towels. “Being a human mannequin for a posh dress store only sounds fun. I know, I know, we have to pay the rent.”

He asked, “Are you still on break?”

She grinned at him and fished two mints from between her breasts where she’d hidden the earlier. She unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth then took the towels she had set in the sink to dampen up and began to wipe at her crotch. “I had an hour.

I have to get back though.”

He took the mint she preferred and began to unwrap it. “It does sound boring. Maybe tomorrow night I’ll come over there and pretend to be a customer.”

She said, “I bought one drink but that guy bought the first.”

“I’ll tell Mark the other is mine. I get two a night.” He grinned at her. “Hey Beck?”

She paused in her advance toward the door. “Yeah?”

“Maybe you should find a way to keep that dress.”

She looked down and giggled. “It costs two grand. I can’t even afford to steal it.”

Then she was gone, sweeping out of the bathroom and the bar and back up the sidewalk. She had only a few minutes left on her break and she needed to get into her panties and onto the sales floor.

As she went she found herself wondering what the woman who would eventually buy that dress would say if she knew all the things the ‘mannequin’ had done it.

The store was still and quiet. It was late and the only shoppers were mostly older and tired, just window shoppers. Becky dashed to the back room, opened her locker and took out her panties and put them on. She smoothed the dress, checked her lipstick in the mirror and put a smile on her face.

Work sucked. But the breaks were fun.

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Laying back along the couch, my legs stretched out across the floor from where my bottom sits at the edge of the cushion, my eyes close in the late afternoon sun. Jeans cling to my hips, tempting him where they hug my form and end at my waist, giving way to the shirt that caresses my chest and shoulders. Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips, half-smiling as his kisses brush the length of my fingers. Both my hands in his, he brings them up along the back of the couch, behind my head, as he leans in. Quiet breath curls along my ear as I hear him whisper, “Keep your eyes closed…”

I obey, and his breath, his touch disappears for the moment, reappearing at my waist as lips nuzzle the hem of my shirt away, revealing the curve of my navel to his kisses…slow strokes of fingertips…soft brushings that trace spirals upon my skin and send tingles though my body…up my spine…and back down to curl my toes.

Kisses nibble their way along my waist above my jeans as I feel his hands slide down along my legs to rub quietly up…then down. Slow squeezes knead along my inner thighs, changing to the press of fingertips that draw down the tight denim kocaeli escort in a firm, careful scratch. Another lick graces my skin moments before the button is undone, and his teeth find the zip, drawing it down to the bottom, nuzzling me with the motion…

The denim is quietly peeled away, exposing the silk beneath in a V-shape below my navel. Black, smooth, and warm to his lips, he begins to caress me through the thin material. Kisses brush his name across my warmth. Breath slips barely through to excite the flesh beyond, and as he moans from the offering rise of my hips, his hands begin to draw my jeans down…ever so slowly…revealing the luxury of my skin.

My eyes remain closed, still obeying, hips lifting while the denim slides away. Along my thigh he lays his cheek, tongue wet, flittering across my delicate skin…deftly slipping in waves over the expanse of my inner thighs. I can feel the jeans at my ankles now, then kicked off gently, and my legs are free to spread, guided by my palms. Silken black grows warmer, graced with the scent of my eagerness, and beautiful still to kuşadası escort delicate strokes of his fingertips.

I know he’ll love how I taste exquisite along the edges, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve where my thigh meets my hip…slow, wet muscle teasing beneath the fabric to whisper intimate sensations closer and closer. Though I cannot see, I can feel his gaze looking up at me, watching the pleasure in my face, the way I lick my lips, the fluttering pulse in my neck, and my rising flush of pleasure. I know he is watching…as I know how much he loves my pleasure… His hands continue to adore my legs, my skin, my shape…sliding over me…back and forth…all the while licking the edge of the fabric that covers me…seeming ever thinner…such a small barrier to my cravings…his touch everywhere…

With a slip of his thumbs, the satin is slowly pulled away. Cool air and warm breath slip down over the bare desires between my legs and I lay back, aching, wanting, excited by my vulnerability. The first kiss to touch my heat steals a gasp from my lips, arching my body as muscles marmaris escort tighten and places deep inside me twist in wicked excitement. His hands tighten against my legs as my need to wrap them around him takes me, reflexively, and his slow mouth enjoys me.

Inch by inch, I edge myself forward, spine melting with a smooth lance of fire that runs up my back and surges heat through my body. My own need pulses between my thighs, lapped smoothly, licked, adored by his mouth. The hum of his moans kisses against me, and my own sounds fall from his lips in wordless pleasure that only makes him want more. Our moans begin to dance, a rhythm of sound, exciting the other, fuelled by the other…feeding on pleasure…hungry for more with every mouthful.

Languid strokes of passionate muscle taste me, slip inside my folds, and steadily grow stronger. Swirls that slip around me build, flickering, stroking, and tasting more. My body moves as I begin to lose myself, hips rocking, hands searching for more…voice calling out for more together…pushing myself in needful, greedy, passionate offering to be tasted, taken, filled…building…building…gasping for breath…teetering at the edge of the cliff…then plunging over it with a cry…release flaring up around me…wrapping me in a blaze of pleasure…satisfied…yet craving more.

And his eyes meet mine as I open them…still dark…now burning with need for me…from the pleasure of tasting me. Wanting me.

Take me then.

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This story is 100% true. In the summer of 2006 I was a typical working 21 year old student living in a one bedroom apartment in a major Canadian city. Around this time I was between girlfriends and was on what I called a “sexual rampage” and was having sex with anyone I could. I was also drinking all the time which help lower my inhibitions as well as my standards. I was playing in a shitty band which helps with the women looking to latch on to guys. You see, it gives desperate women a chance to talk to guys. “Oh hey I loved your last set” or some bullshit. Even though we were terrible we had a following of people because our live show was thought to be entertaining.

If you are around my age you know that summer of 06 was the prime era of myspace. It wasn’t like face book where everyone had it, but a lot of lonely people did. Playing in a band I used it to search out the fat girls to recruit them to pay to see us and buy a t shirt and maybe get a blowjob out of it. On myspace it was far more common to message strangers so one day I got a message from a dumb ass 18 year old girl named Kaylee. In her pictures she seemed ok. She did they typical self taken shot above her eye-line so she looked skinnier, but she seemed to look ok. The message read “Hey I keep seeing you on here and you seem like a really interesting guy so I thought I’d send you a friend request.” This message reeked of desperation so I played on that a bit.

We talked back in fourth for a couple days (with me replying 4 hours after her instant replies) just to play the game so-to-speak. For those reading this unaware of this technique it is very effective in making women feel like your time needs to be earned.

After a couple days of me bullshitting around I decided to invite her over for a drink, which she eagerly agreed to. Since izmit escort either of us had a car she ended up taking the bus. My apartment was about 1km away from a straight-shot bus route from my place so I walked there to meet her. This was right before EVERYONE had a cellphone so I had to just wait and see when she arrived.

After waiting about 20 minutes I gave up and began walking back but she was dropped off exactly where I turned to walk back home. Off the bus comes this girl about 180lbs and 5’3. I forgot how deceitful myspace self-taken pics can be. She was wearing a hoodie (as what all large ladies do) and tight jeans. Not unattractive but just fat. I don’t know how to explain it. You know when you see a fat girl you can tell would be hot if she were not so fucking fat? Well this was her. I knew right away I wanted to get something out of her as I was on my rampage and wanted to exercise my power I developed over her over the last couple days.

I knew I had to get super drunk.

I don’t need to tell you that being drunk has it’s disadvantages. Sure you’re willing to stick it in something gross just to stick it in something, but it also causes equipment failures. I’ve been in the situation far too many times where I managed to get a girl home only to have drunk-dick and it just doesn’t get hard enough. Either way, alcohol was needed.

We walked the 1km past my apartment to the beer vendor across the street from where I lived (yepppp) and I got 12 of the cheapest, shittiest but highest alcohol content beer available. Americans have the luxury of cheap alcohol available all the time but ours can be as high as 8% in cans. I decided to play it safe and just get some Lucky Extra (6%). I put the two six packs into her purse and started bodrum escort drinking. Of course I need to be drunk to do this but so does the woman. We began our 5km walk through the urban forest trails by my place. By the time we got to the actual trail I already had 4 beers and reached for her hand.

“Oh you’re only into me because you’re drunk” she said. It was a line I heard too many times in the past.

“Nah baby, I just want to hold your hand so I don’t get scared in the woods!” I said back, or some bullshit like that.

I grabbed her hand and off into the woods we went. We encountered a few bicyclists I was ashamed to be seen with this woman. My dad once told me fat girls are a lot like mopeds.. They are a lot of fun to ride on but you don’t want to be seen doing it. This was exactly how I felt. At the peak of the trail where there is a nice clearing for some fire pits there were some people my age making cat calls etc. Embarrassed I kept walking and kept drinking the poisonous Lucky Extra.

By the time we got back to my place I drank about 8 of the beers to myself and she had the other 4. I don’t want to gross you out too much but the couple times we made out on the walk I could kind of detect a slight moustache on her. GROSS.

So we go up to my place and I sit her fat ass down on the couch and I sit beside her. She was groping my cock like it was the only one she had in a long time so I tried getting her massive tits out of her sweater but she wanted no part of that. Not wanting to be a rapist I let it go and let her go to town on me. I was hoping for a blowjob but she just wanted to make out.

She pulled my cock out and began stroking it and it felt fucking amazing. I’m uncircumcised so sometimes a light hand job can feel alanya escort like someone is jerking out off with sand paper but I was rock hard despite how drunk I was and how huge she was. She kept making out and I was trying to push her head towards my cock but again she resisted so I just let it ride. She was giving me one of the best hand jobs of my life. I was leaking out pre-cum all over her hand and was enjoying the state of drunken sexual bliss when I heard that awful sound.

BZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ.

A god damn cell phone buzzing.

She stopped stroking my cock but held onto it as she answered the phone.

“hello? Yes dad, I’m at 38723423455 ofsadiosadfiupo street. 5 minutes? Ok sure.”

Ah shit her fucking dad was picking her up.

“We have to be really fast because my dad is picking me up.”

I’m not sure why the fuck he was coming but I figured I better come first, ha ha.

“Get to it then!” I suggested.

She went back to stroking my cock in that perfect way up and down ohh god it felt so good. She wanted to keep making out which I agreed to because of the hand job and all.

BZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZ

Her fucking phone rang again. I told her to keep going and that I was almost done. I was racing to the cumshot as I was making out with her vigorously as I knew she’d like that. The buzzing stopped as I was reaching my climax. She kept stroking me as I kept making out with this beast when I felt that familiar tingling in my ball sack.

BZZ BZZ BZZZZZZ

The phone rang again but I was humping her hand to signal how close it was. I asked her where she wanted me to cum. I asked to do it in her mouth but she just kept stroking me while kissing. Fine. I shot cum all over her hand but a few jets went blasting up in the air. I found out the next day a couple hit my closed laptop on the coffee table. Oh well. I pulled my pants up and said THANXX and walked her down. She wanted one more kiss in the hallway so I made out with her for a short bit to show gratitude then she wrote her number down and handed it to me.

“Call me tomorrow, or sometime”

I NEVER DID HA HA HA.

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After getting out of the shower, she put on her favorite black bathrobe and walked back into the living room. She picked her romance novel back up and continued to read, almost not being able to concentrate as soft orgasm aftershocks rocked her body. She had reached the last chapter when the phone rang. She picked it up to hear Linzy, her best friend, on the other end.

“So how’s it going Kimie?” she asked excitedly…Linzy was a cheerleader at the college they both attended, so she naturally had lots of enthusiasm.

“Pretty good Linz, you’ll never believe what just happened.” Kim said with a smile on her face.

“Oh my God…what?!” She proceeded to tell Linzy about the amazing events of that day and the wonderful orgasm that came from it. Linzy sat silent on the phone, in shock of what she was just told. “Wow, I have to see this wonderful new toy of yours, maybe even try it out myself.” Linzy said with an excited giggle.

“Oh, definitely, I might even have to show you just how much pleasure it can give you.” Kim was shocked as lara escort the words rolled off of her tongue without thinking. She heard Linzy moan on the other end and she felt the wetness building between her legs. Kim hung up the phone and ran to her room. She slipped into one of her silk nightees and went back to the living room. She thought of what was going to happen when Linzy arrived and it began to turn her on. She had never really thought about having sex with other girls, but this excited her. Linzy was a cute girl; her short blonde hair seemed to frame her cute face, and her body was almost a perfect hourglass figure. All complimented by her 36C chest, “not as big as mine, but still sexy.” Kim thought.

She could was so wet by now that she could feel it slowly dripping down her legs, she slid her hand down and took a bit on her finger. She took the finger into her mouth and licked it clean, her sweet taste almost putting her over the edge. “Wow, I need to calm down or I’m going to cum before gebze escort she even gets here!” A knock on the door shook her out of her fantasy world and back to reality. “Come In!” Kim yelled and heard her guest walk in. She walked down the stairs slowly, wanting to give Linzy a good, long look. Just then her eyes widened and she couldn’t speak. A tall man, with long dark blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes stood in the doorway. Despite her shock, Kim wanted him badly.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Wayne, one of Linzy’s friends, they called her into work, so she called me and asked me if I would come keep you company till she got off. You must be Kim.”

“Yes…yes I am.” She answered, still a little confused. She extended her hand for a handshake; Wayne slightly took her hand in his and kissed it gently. She couldn’t help but swoon a little. “No man I know would have ever done that.” She thought. She noticed his eyes wondering around her body, she couldn’t help but want his hands, exploring didim escort every crevice of her shape.

“She didn’t mention how beautiful you are.” He said, looking deep into her eyes.

Kim blushed but noticed how close he was to her all of a sudden, she could feel his touch on her arm, and it made her shiver. Before she knew it their lips had met in a deep passionate kiss. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her softly on the bed. His warm hands explored her body as he licked and sucked on her erect nipples. She moaned with great pleasure, which began to grow as she felt his hand begin moving up between her legs. She opened her legs a bit wider to allow him better access as he stroked her sex through the soaking wet panties. As his large fingers caressed her clit, she could feel her orgasm building already. She wanted so badly to cum all over his fingers, to let him know how bad she wanted him. “OH YES! RUB MY CLIT BABY!” she shouted.

As she was cumming she opened her eyes to see Linzy, between her legs, rubbing Kim’s clit furiously. Confused but still in ecstasy she came all over Linzy’s fingers. Linzy licked Kim and her fingers clean, “Wow, that was so hot baby.” Linzy said, licking her lips.

“But, where’s Wayne?”

“Oh, he’ll be over in a little bit.” Linzy paused and looked at Kim strangely, “but wait, how did you know about him?”

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Jacqueline — Jacky to acquaintances, J to her friends — slid her slick pussy up and down the torso of her current lover for a few moments. She was revelling in the pre-insertion anticipation, before she would move a couple inches lower to engulf his rock-hard cock. Their bodies each had a light sheen of sweat — it was hot in the guy’s bedroom, right in the heart of the noon hour, in the midst of one of Toronto’s ridiculous heat waves — so her pussy lips rode up and down on him like an erotic slip ‘n slide. But J was done teasing herself (not to mention him), it was time to take him inside her, and feel the girth of him spreading her pussy walls apart.

She was just about to do so when her phone rang. Based on the ringtone she knew it was her mother calling, which meant it had to be important. Her mother never called.

To her lover’s surprise — she really should have learned his name, but too late now — she rolled off him to reach for the phone. She kept their bodies close, side-by-side now instead of straddling him, and started to work his cock with her left hand while her right held the phone. She might as well keep him ready, in case the call was quick and she could finish what she’d started. She smiled at the thought that she was acting as her own fluffer.

“Hello? … Yes, who is this? … Yes, Susan is my mother. What happened? … I see. What’s her prognosis? … I’m in Toronto, but I can be there in three or four hours. If she wakes up before I get there, let her know I’m on my way.”

She set the phone down and stared out the window with a thoughtful look on her face. Meanwhile, her hand never ceased gently fondling her lover’s cock; stroking it, running her fingers lovingly over the head, sliding down to cup his balls… other women might not have handled him so expertly even with their full attention on the job.

But then she shook herself out of it, and looked back at him.

“Sorry,” she said, “but I need to boogie. We’ll finish this some other time. But,” she got a wicked glint in her eye, “let me give you something to remember me by…” She lowered her head to take him into her mouth, and lovingly sucked him to completion, swallowing his cum, and then teasingly flicking the head of his post-orgasmic cock with her tongue, enjoying the way his body twitched every time she did. Men are so sensitive after they cum!

She gave him a few moments to recover, then kissed him. “You owe me,” she joked with a wink. “But I gotta go.”

She was dressed and out the door a few short moments later. And then, a moment after that, it occurred to Josh: they hadn’t exchanged numbers — how was he going to find her again?

—

The patient was finally stabilized. She hadn’t been conscious when the ambulance brought her in, nor had she been carrying a purse or a wallet. Just a smartphone, which indicated her name was Susan. So Dr. Varma didn’t know anything about the woman, except that she was in good shape for her age. It had been touch and go for a while, but she thought “Susan” was out of the woods now. They’d keep her sedated for a while, but she was reasonably confident the woman would recover.

But now it was time for another difficult job: calling the patient’s family to let them know she was here. Unconscious. And, although the prognosis was positive, it would still be good for someone to be here when she woke up. She steeled herself to answer questions for which there were no answers — including how “Susan” had sustained her injuries in the first place! — and started to look through the phone to see if there were any emergency contact numbers.

As it turned out, the phone was locked (of course), but it had a feature that allowed access to an emergency contact from the lock screen. One cryptic name was given: “J.” Dr. Varma called it.

“Hello?”

“Is this “J’?” Dr. Varma asked.

“Yes, who is this?”

“My name is Dr. Varma. I’m a trauma surgeon in the Ottawa Hospital, General Campus. I’m calling you because I have a patient who listed your number as an emergency contact; based on her smartphone, I think her name is “Susan,’ though she had no ID on her person.”

“Yes, Susan is my mother. What happened?”

“I’ll be honest, J, I’m not exactly sure. Susan was brought here by ambulance this morning with severe trauma. She called 911 from the street, and then collapsed before the ambulance got there; if I were to guess, I’d say her injuries are consistent with a car accident, but she’s been unconscious since she got here, so we haven’t been able to ask her any questions or confirm how she was hurt. It could have been a hit and run, or it could have been something completely different. We’ll find out more when she wakes up.”

There was a slight pause, then, “I see. What’s her prognosis?”

“That’s the good news. I think Susan is going to recover fully. She’s sedated right now, but we’ll probably reduce her level of sedation this evening. When she regains consciousness, escort sultanbeyli maybe we’ll know more. It would be best, of course, if someone she knew were here when she woke up.”

“I’m in Toronto, but I can be there in three or four hours. If she wakes up before I get there, let her know I’m on my way.”

“I will do so. Thank you… er… J.”

As the phone went dead, Dr. Varma wasn’t sure what to make of the conversation. She hadn’t had to deal with the questions and panic she usually had to deal with from loved ones, which had made the call easier; at the same time, she’d been thrown off, because it was odd to deal with someone who’d been so completely to the point and stoic about the whole thing. She hadn’t even found out what “J’ stood for, though she’d confirmed that the patient’s name really was Susan — but, shit, she hadn’t confirmed Susan’s last name! She’d have to stay “Jane Doe” on the paperwork for the rest of the afternoon. When Susan woke up, or when “J” arrived, they could fill in the details properly.

—

A little over four hours later, J pulled into the parking lot of the hospital in Ottawa. She’d broken every traffic law imaginable getting here as fast as possible, but still, four hours had felt like an eternity, and she was nervous as hell as she approached the emergency room entrance. What might have happened in that intervening time? Was her mom still okay?

However nervous she was, however, the nurse at the front desk didn’t pick up on it. J always presented as calm, collected, and in control.

“I’m looking for a woman who was brought in here a few hours ago. First name Susan, last name probably not given. She might be listed as a “Jane Doe’.”

The nurse consulted her computer for a moment. “Yes, here she is. We moved her to ICU an hour ago. Take the hallway there, turn right, and follow the signs. You’re right, we do have her listed as “Jane Doe’ for the moment, because we didn’t have…”

But J was already following her directions toward ICU, where she found another nurse, at another desk.

“I’m looking for the Jane Doe who was brought in around noon?”

“Yes, room 201. And you are?”

“Her daughter.”

“OK. Then I’ll tell you that we’ve just reduced her level of sedation. She hasn’t woken up yet, but she could any minute now. She’ll be in a great deal of pain when she does, so we’ll be monitoring that closely. Dr. Varma just left, but will be around again in another hour or so if you have more detailed questions. So far your mother hasn’t had a reaction to anything, which is good, but do you know if she has any allergies we should be avoiding?”

“No, not to my knowledge.”

“Excellent. There’s a chair in the room, but we ask you to put on a mask before going in. You’ll find a box of them outside the room.”

“Thank you.”

J followed the nurse’s pointing finger to room 201, grabbed a couple of masks from the box, and donned one as she entered the room.

Her mother looked so small, lying there on the bed. J sat in the chair by the bed and tried not to think, as she waited for her mother to wake up.

—

Alex sat stoically on a couch in his hotel room, thinking nothing, feeling nothing, doing nothing, other than waiting for a call. His phone might ring any minute now. Or an hour from now. Or not for days. It would likely ring soon, but however long it took he would sit here, waiting patiently. Patience was one of Alex’ core strengths.

He was seated right in front of the television, but it wasn’t on. Alex never watched TV, it held no interest for him. In his mind distraction was never a good thing, it was what lesser men did when they wanted to avoid thinking. Men who didn’t have his level of self control.

Instead of consuming TV, he practised his meditation techniques. Eyes closed, without moving, he felt every inch of his body – toes, soles of his feet, ankles, calves, etc. – working his way up, noticing that every muscle was relaxed, until he got all the way up to his scalp. At that point, he would work his way back down. And then back up. Over and over, for as long as it took, until the phone rang.

At 6PM he’d call for room service and get something to eat, to fuel the machine, and as soon as he’d finished eating he’d go back to his meditation. He would probably order fish with potatoes; from a hotel restaurant, fish was usually a safe bet, without too many–

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone’s gentle beep. He picked it up.

“Yes?”

“You called?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked.

“Yes. We must meet. The job was not what I was led to believe; I need better information.”

The phrase “I need better information” could have been taken as an insult. It meant that the information provided so far had not been good. But Alex’ employer knew who he was dealing with: If Alex said the information was escort şerifali not good it meant it wasn’t, and money had been wasted on Alex’ talents for no result.

“Come over tonight,” the anonymous voice on the other end of the phone replied. “8PM. I’ll find out what I can.”

“Understood,” Alex answered, before disconnecting. He paused for a moment, and then picked the phone back up and dialled a different number.

“Hey sweetie,” a voice answered, so husky it was practically a whisper. “Ready to come see me again?”

“Yes,” he answered. “This evening?”

“How’s six o’clock?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

Relaxation exercises helped, but now that Alex knew what his schedule was, it was time for some proper relaxation, before attending his meeting. Pouring a stream of hot cum out onto the skin of his favourite escort would provide more relaxation than any exercise would.

—

Dr. Varma’s knees were hurting, but she didn’t care. She sucked her cheeks in, swirled her tongue, and generally enjoyed the delectable feeling of having a cock in her mouth.

All of the interns had picked up on the fact that Varma, though ruthlessly efficient as a doctor, was also a cock-hungry slut. She regularly pulled interns into the coat closet — where she was now — so that she could get their cocks into her mouth and get her fill of cum.

Mmm, this one was lasting quite a while. She really needed to make her rounds and see her patients — the Jane Doe’s daughter should have arrived by now, for example — but she couldn’t abandon this beautiful cock until she’d drained it.

To her delight, the intern decided to get into it: he wrapped his hands around her head and started fucking her face, shoving his cock into her throat. She moaned in pleasure, and let herself be used for his pleasure. Before long, he was groaning, shoved balls-deep into her, and she could feel the cock spasming in her throat.

One of these days she was going to start getting female interns, and then she didn’t know how she’d get her fix of cum. In the meantime, however, the boys kept arriving, and everyone was happy about the situation.

She regained her composure as she stood back up. “Well done,” she said to him, as she fixed her hair and straightened her lab coat.

“Thank you, Doctor,” he responded, with the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. She didn’t care; she loved sucking cock, but she was still sure the boys got more pleasure out of it than she did.

Time to go check on her patients. She’d leave “Susan” until last, to be sure that the patient’s daughter would have arrived.

—

Twenty minutes after arriving, J noticed a change in her mother’s demeanour. Others might not have noticed — even the nurses probably wouldn’t have — but they didn’t have J’s powers of observation, nor did they know J’s mom like she did.

“Mom?” she murmured, keeping her voice low, in case others were within hearing distance.

“Mmm hmm,” the woman responded, without opening her eyes, or even noticeably moving her lips. “Where am I?”

“Jesus, Mom, you could be a ventriloquist,” J murmured. “You need to teach me that sometime. You’re at Ottawa General. Trauma consistent with a car crash, but they’re not actually sure what happened, and you weren’t awake to enlighten them. You’ve been out for a few hours. The doctor will probably be back in thirty or forty minutes; do you want to stay and answer questions, or do we need to get out of here?”

There was a moment of silence. J was pretty sure her mom was trying to assess her injuries, before answering the question.

“There’s some pain,” she finally answered, “but not too bad. Nothing broken. I think I can leave. Exit plan?”

“The only way out will take us past the main desk. I’ve got some clothes for you here in a bag, and a mask you can wear to hide your face, but we’ll still have to be careful. You’ll leave first, I’ll wait a moment then follow. Go out through emerg, and I’ll catch up to you on the way.”

“Sounds good.”

J’s mom finally opened her eyes, looked around for a moment, and then started removing tubes from her arm. She then took the clothes from J’s bag, and quickly got herself dressed. Mother and daughter were similar sizes, so the clothes were a good fit. Finally, J handed her one of the masks, to cover her face. She took a moment to look at her daughter, and then they collapsed into a tight hug with each other — though not too tight, because of the injuries.

“Let’s get you out of here,” J said, “and you can tell me what’s going on. And I can stop calling you “Susan.'”

They both laughed quietly, and then “Susan” — her real name was Kimberly, Kim to her acquaintances, K to her friends, though the hospital would never know any of that — left the room, and strode purposefully down the hall. J was impressed; she’d glanced at her mother’s charts earlier, and escort söğütlüçeşme knew the kind of injuries she was dealing with, but nobody seeing her steady gait would notice anything off.

She waited a moment, and then left herself. Just as K was getting close to the desk, J raised her voice to distract the nurse’s attention away from the woman about to pass by.

“Excuse me!” she called out. “I’m just going to run to the cafeteria to grab a coffee. If Dr. Varma comes back, can you let her know that I’ll be right back, and to please not leave without seeing me?”

“Of course,” the nurse responded in a softer voice, hoping J would take the hint and lower her voice. Did she not realize they were in the ICU? “I know she wants to talk to you, too.”

“Perfect!” J responded, taking the nurse’s hint to lower her voice (now that her mother was out of sight). “Back in a minute.”

She strode quickly out of the ICU, hoping the cafeteria was in the same direction she was walking so that the nurse wouldn’t try to correct her. She caught up with K as they went through the emergency unit. “Car’s this way,” she said, as they went out. “Let’s not lose time, they’ll realize you’re gone any minute.”

J led her mom to her car, they got in, and she left the parking lot as quickly as she could without drawing undue attention.

“Do you think they saw you?” K asked, as they pulled out onto Smyth Road.

“Don’t think so,” she answered. “I’m pretty sure I saw all of the cameras, and managed to keep my face looking in the wrong direction for them to capture. I can’t be a hundred percent sure, though.”

“Well, we can’t do anything about it. And… thanks, J. I knew I could count on you.”

“Of course! I take after my mom.”

—

Alex arrived at 6:00 on the dot. Precision was ingrained in him; she’d said 6:00, so he showed up at 6:00. 5:59 would also have been acceptable; 6:01 would have been unthinkable.

Kitty opened the door to let him in and then kissed him lightly before taking his hand to lead him toward the bedroom.

She was 5’0″ – a good foot and a half shorter than him – with long black hair trailing down her back. She was Korean, though she’d claim whatever nationality suited her white clients: Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Hawaiian… they didn’t know the difference, so she’d claim to be whatever they wanted. When she’d started escorting, a year ago, she’d experimented with faking a Chinese or a Japanese accent, to suit the “character,” but then realized it wasn’t necessary: any vaguely East Asian accent was fine. Which was good because any accents other than her native Korean probably weren’t believable.

This evening she wore a black bra and panty set, with garters and stockings, and heels. As she led him by the hand Alex had a view of her perfect ass, sashaying behind her – which was her intent.

She didn’t bother to close the bedroom door behind them. They wouldn’t be here long anyway. She turned him back toward her, stood on her toes to kiss him again, and then began to gently, carefully unbutton his shirt, button by button. When done, she opened it, and lovingly ran her hand down his chest. He was in very good shape, and most men who took such good care of themselves liked to have their work appreciated. She came across such men all the time, and had learned to play into that desire. This particular man was more stoic than most, but she played the role anyway; it was part of what she did, after all. She removed the shirt, carefully and neatly folded it, and placed it on a nearby chair.

Another tender kiss, and then she knelt down in front of him. She pulled down the zipper of his pants and unbuttoned them, leaving them open for the moment. She then got down very low in front of him, so that she could undo and remove his shoes. The posture – as if she were bowing before him – was purposeful. When white men came to see Asian escorts — whom they liked to call “oriental” — they wanted subservience to be part of the experience.

She removed his shoes and socks, which she placed neatly by the chair, then helped him out of his pants, which she folded and placed on top of the shirt. She had left his boxer-briefs on, but she now removed those, as well, exposing his semi-erect cock, and then folded them and placed them just as neatly with the rest of his clothes. She’d treated each article of clothing as if it were a priceless artifact, to be handled with care.

As she stood before him, she reached up to kiss him again, running a hand up his chest again. His entire body was a work of art; hairless and perfect. He had muscles, but they weren’t huge; he wasn’t a bodybuilder. Something about him just seemed… practical. There was something about his body — not to mention his stance — that indicated he was constantly ready for action. What kind of action she declined to guess.

She stepped back and removed her bra, giving his eyes full access to her pert, full breasts. Her nipples hardened in the breeze from the A/C, which she hoped he’d mistake for arousal; she smiled shyly at him, and then removed the rest: She stepped out of her heels, unclipped the garters, and managed to roll off her stockings both quickly and sensuously. Finally, she removed her panties, exposing a cute little landing strip leading to her pussy.

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I wasn’t surprised that Sylvia ignored me. I was surprised when she stopped.

I was a freshman in a smallish east coast university. She was a sophomore or junior or something. I had seen her around the campus, and she always stopped me in my tracks. From the back, I was mesmerized by her perfect butt, which she always poured into tight jeans or spandex shorts that showed off every contour of perfection. From the front, her breasts were full but without a hint of sag, so they bounced back and forth when she walked. More than once I caught myself staring at them with my mouth open in a hypnotic trance.

One night a few friends and I were at a party off campus, and I saw her standing there with another girl that I knew from class. I didn’t dare try to even speak to Sylvia, but her friend had always seemed nice, and so I though I’d say hello, ask her to dance, and see where it went from there. I moved into their corner, made my introductions, and asked her friend to dance.

“I don’t think so,” said Sylvia’s friend. “I’m not in the mood tonight.” She sort of said it with a sneer, but I tried to take it in stride.

“That’s cool,” I said, but stayed and took another sip of my beer.

Her friend looked at me and, this time with a full-on attitude, added, “Why don’t you just move on to the next girl?”

I didn’t know what to say, but blurted out a weak “sorry,” and walked away. I felt about an inch high, especially in front of Sylvia. What little chance I had with her was quickly reduced to zero.

As I kept walking, trying to distance myself from the scene of my profound rejection, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and stood face-to-face with Sylvia.

“Vince, I’m sorry about my friend,” she said. “Nicole’s having trouble with her long-distance boyfriend, and she’d sort of down on all men right now.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Thanks for letting me know.” I tried keeping my eyes glued to hers, and not dropping them down to her cleavage. She was wearing a V-neck tank top, so it was not easy.

She smiled and touched my arm. “If you escort çekmeköy still want to dance, I’d love to dance with you.”

Two seconds later we were on the dance floor. We danced together pretty much all night, stopping a few times for beers and conversation. I was still nervous as hell, but she seemed to genuinely enjoy herself, and the beers helped.

As the evening progressed, she got a little bit drunk, and began to hold on to me tightly during the slow songs. This of course, caused by dick to harden in my pants. I wasn’t sure if she felt it against her, but I certainly felt her pressing against me.

She whispered into my ear, “I’m sorry that Nicole was such a bitch. I want to make it up to you.”

“That’s okay,” I whispered back. “I’m having fun with you.”

She pulled back, and put her face an inch in front of mine. “That’s what I had in mind.” She smiled and then kissed me hard on the lips.

As we broke the kiss, she took my hand and led me out of the apartment. Walking at top speed, we entered another nearby apartment, which was open and much quieter. Without stopping, she dragged me into one of the bedrooms and shut the door.

She pinned me against the door and lifted my shirt. “I’ve been feeling your cock against my leg for the past half hour, and it’s been driving me crazy.”

She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. I was pinned against the door, and couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to. She opened my fly and reached in, roughly grabbing my manhood in her right hand. Staring me right in the eye, she said, “I’m going to suck your cock, Vince. I’m going to suck it until you come in my mouth, and then I’m going to suck it until you get hard again.”

As she did this, she yanked on it with her hand, using the other one to pull down my pants. I was still pinned to the door, and with my pants down around my knees, I was completely helpless.

She dropped down on her knees and brought her lips to my erection. I could feel the heat escort içerenköy of her breath and the wetness of her mouth right away, and the sensation almost made me come right there. She went nearly all the way down on me before slowly pulling it out, all the while sucking hard. Then she sped up, bobbing up and down on me with an energy I’ve never felt before. One hand was on my ass, while the other one softly cupped my balls.

She pulled off and looked up at me, jacking me off at the same pace as her sucking. “God, you have a beautiful cock. I wish I had known this months ago.” She smiled and put her mouth around the tip of my cockhead, continuing to stroke me with her hand.

She sucked the head of my cock and increased her speed. The sensation of her sucking on my sensitive head while masturbating my shaft was too much for me, and I came in a rush. She took all of it in her mouth, and swallowed over and over as I came, still stoking me until I stopped coming.

When I was done, she stood up. She smiled at me and said, “That was for my friend. This is for me.”

With that, she lifted up the tank top, revealing a small bra that was stretched to the hilt by the two most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen. With her arms still over her head, I attacked her, grabbing her around the waist, and putting my lips hungrily over one of her tits. I sucked through the material of her bra for a few seconds, until I found the clip behind her back and unhooked it. I backed off and she shrugged, so that the bra hit the floor in front of her. Her tits were perfectly tanned, and her nipples were hard. I stopped for a second to admire them.

“Do you like?” she said, a smile on her face. “I’ve seen you looking at them before, Vince. We always know when you are looking at our tits. Did you know that, Vince?”

I barely heard the question, but responded by moving to the other nipple with my tongue. I placed with it with my tongue and lips as I heard her softly exhale from the sensation.

We both got escort çakmak undressed quickly, and she moved to the bed. She was gorgeous from head to toe, and her ass was as beautiful as her tits. She looked down at my cock, and said, “Well I see you are fully recovered. Bring that over here, will you? I need it for something.”

I looked down and saw that I was again fully erect, and walked over to the bed. The look on her face revealed that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that turned me on even more.

I joined her on the bed, and moved my face toward her trimmed pussy. I wanted to spend the next few minutes returning the favor, but she took my chin in her hand and raised my face up to face her own. “No, not tonight. Tonight, I want to fuck.”

The smile was gone from her eyes, and I knew she was serious. I moved up to her, and once again felt her pulling on my cock. With her eyes on mine, she put me at the entrance to her pussy and said, “Fuck me, Vince. Fuck me.”

I slid it in as she gasped. “Oh God. God, that feels good.”

I pumped her, starting slowly, but continuing faster and faster. She began to moan, also faster and faster. Her pussy was tight, and my dick felt her clench around me. But since I had just come, I was okay.

After a few minutes, she came. Her body whipped forward and back and she screamed out loud. I kept pumping her, but at this point it was more like riding a bucking bronco than fucking. When she calmed down, I suggested that she turn over. She gave me an evil grin and did just that. She bent forward pointing that gorgeous ass toward me. I held my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and she leaned back until I was inside her. As she did, she moaned again.

I started slamming against her, while she pushed back to me. We quickly settled into a rhythm, kept in time by the slapping of my balls against her firm ass. She once again reached a climax, and I could hear her scream into the pillow. She bucked back against me harder and harder until it was too much for me again. I moaned, and bucked forward, shooting my second load of come into her pussy. I thrust a few more times and collapsed on her back.

We laid silently for awhile, telling each other how much we enjoyed the past few hours. She turned to me and asked, “Do you remember my friend? The one who was so mean to you tonight?”

I nodded and she smiled. “Guess whose bed we’re in.”

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