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Singing Karaoke was the one thing she could throw herself into to keep the ache of her needs at bay. Well actually singing and drinking did that in tandem. So there she sat nursing her second Long Island Ice Tea waiting for her name to be called. She was excited to sing as the song she had chosen was a fast paced crowd pleaser and she often left the stage to roars of clapping and hugs as she made her way back to her seat. Then there it was, her name was called through the sound system. The encouraging applause pulled her from her chair to the microphone as if by an invisible force.

As she had hoped, the song she sang was warmly greeted with praise and she left the state feeling a little lighter with each step as she returned to the bar. Upon arrival, she noticed a full Long Island Ice Tea resting beside her almost empty glass. She looked around and saw that both seats on either side of her were empty so she had no clue where the drink had come from. She sat and glanced at the bartender who told her that a ‘hottie’ had taken care of it for her. Again, she began to scan the room searching every unfamiliar face for the slightest clue on who to thank for their generosity. She had no luck. She warily sat down, grabbed the lighter glass with one hand and guided the straw to her wet lips with the other. She quickly sucked every last drop of the cool tart liquor down her throat, then removed the straw and placed it in the full glass and began to repeat the process, only to be startled by a voice.

“If you devour cum from a cock the way you are inhaling that drink, I’d love to be on the receiving end of it.”

What had he just said to her? Did she hear him right? Who would have the balls to say something that sexually overt to a perfect stranger? These questions collided in her bead as her body betrayed her as hot slick wetness gathered at the valley of her legs under her dress and her nipples screamed to be released from their confining fabric cage. She had to admit, that was one of the most unique and yet somehow extremely effective pick-up lines she had ever encountered.

“Excuse me?” She said as she looked up to the source of the erotic question and hoped the warmth of embarrassment from her body’s reaction was successfully hidden. Her eyes found a distinguished man with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes. Her breath caught and she looked away in hopes of recovering from yet another flash of heat between her legs. She wasn’t certain if it was the alcohol or just pure lust that had her in her present state. Drinking made her horny and made her lose those last inhibitions that kept her from just doing instead of always trying to do the right thing.

“I think you escort topkapı heard me. And the offer stands if you are interested.” He said as his gaze moved from her eyes to her lips. She couldn’t help but lick them out of sheer nervousness. A low growl erupted from his throat as her tongue caressed and moistened her top lip. Yet another explosion fired from her now aching clit. The dress she was wearing began to feel like sandpaper against her erect nipples. Once again she felt her face turn hot and looked away. His palm and fingers cradled her chin and brought her eyes back to his.

“You don’t have to look away from me. I can see my bluntness has both embarrassed you and interested you. The question is which sentiment will win the battle?”

Oh My God! Was this really happening and to her? How could he see the war raging not only in her head with the intense want to do exactly as he was suggesting, sight unseen and stranger unknown, but also the battle between her body and the dress that created a cruel barrier between her and some resemblance of release if only she could touch herself. She straightened on the bar stool to remove her face from his hand and to gain some composure.

“As intriguing and interesting as your offer sounds,” the alcohol brazenly spoke, “You don’t know a thing about me.”

His eyes widened and a smile broadened his lips as he realized she wasn’t put off by his forwardness. “So let us get to know each other and see where your mouth ends up later.”

There was no point in trying to hide her face as she blushed from his ‘to the point’ tactics. Unless some major red flags developed in the next few hours, she knew exactly where she wanted her lips, both pairs, to hopefully be by the end of the evening; wrapped around this confident and dominant man’s cock and savoring each inch of it. They talked, exchanged stories, and even commiserated like old friends for the next few hours. Each time her name was called to sing again, his fingers lingered on her hand until the last second of space separated them. Upon each return, his hand instantly touched some portion of her body, her back and shoulders or gently tucked strands of hair that had fallen in her face. Each touch was nothing short of pure electricity to her. Goosebumps rose in sheets with every slight touch of his fingers. Again, she couldn’t be sure if it was all him, or the continued drinking or both. The fact was, she didn’t care.

Before they knew it, it was 2:30am. She had indulged in five Long Island Ice Teas but they had been spread out over the 6 hours she has been here altogether. She wondered if the benign flirty conversation escort güngören over the last few hours had squelched his earlier desire for her. She grabbed her purse and they rose to leave. He followed her to her car. Her Barbie car convertible could not have been parked in a more opportune location. It sat away from the building and in the edge of the parking lot light system.

As they reached the car, she placed her hand on the handle to open it. In one graceful, yet forceful move, he removed her hand, spun her around, trapped her between the door and his body and pulled her into a mind blowing kiss. She melted against him as one of his hands tangled in her hair and cupped the back of her neck and the other found the solid nub of her nipple as he rolled it between his fingers over her dress. Gasps and groans escaped her throat as she fought to keep her balance. He too was finding it hard to keep from stumbling as the blood rushed from his head to his cock. He yanked open the door behind her, pulled her to him and turned around so that he could sit in the driver seat with his legs handing out the door, feet firmly planted on the ground.

He then turned her around to face away from him and ran his hands up her thighs under her dress in search of panties that were now nothing more than an annoyance to keep him from what he wanted. To his delight, he found no such boundary and eased her legs apart with both his hands on her inner thighs. His fingers found her clit and her cunt simultaneously. Oh Hell, she was so wet. Actually wet was an understatement. She was dripping with anticipation as she slapped her hands against the car, searching for anything that would help keep her standing so she could continue to receive this delicious assault on two of her most intimate places.

A whimper rose on the slight wind as he removed his hands to free his almost painful erection from his pants. As soon as this necessary and yet slightly gratifying chore was accomplished, his hands returned to her body. One hand on each of her hips guided her to a sitting position upon his lap. She rose slightly and pulled up the back of her dress with one hand, which reaching between her legs to sheath his cock in her throbbing pussy with the other. Fireworks of ecstasy exploded in her brain as his cock greedily filled her eager yet tight cunt. Liquid heat gushed from her tunnel and ran down the length of his shaft as he realized she had just had her first of many orgasms of the night just from him invading her beautifully crafted cunt.

He too felt the instant build up when he buried himself deep inside her. She felt so warm, so tight, so wanting, escort güneşli so needing, so accommodating all at the same time that it took great resolve to stop himself from emptying his load upon entry. He eased her down slowly and deliberately to calm his urge. The tip of his cock had reached the end of her tunnel and her ass barely caressed his lap. Oh God, how amazing it felt to have his prick buried to the hilt in her velvety cunt. He wanted just a few moments to relish in the feel of it; of her.

His hands pulled her back to his check as he slid them over her shoulders and own underneath the bodice of her dress. The cool spring air gave his hands a slight chill. Her pussy contracted around his cock as his fingers jolted her breasts with their touch. He massaged and kneaded her breasts, working his way to her nipples with each pass. This delight, he found the harder he pulled her erect nipples way from her body and pinched them, the more her pussy seemed to be milking him without movement; just from clenching and unclenching of her soaking, hot and strong tunnel. Moans of exquisite pleasure streamed from her lips in between shallow breaths. He began to kiss and nibble her neck as he continued his pleasurable torture of her breasts. The harder he pinched and pulled the louder her moans of pleasure grew, to the point where he had to remove one hand to place over her mouth. This seemed to excite her as once again her cunt massaged in his cock with involuntary contractions.

He needed to feel her gush around his head and shaft again, so he extricated his hand from her breast and pushed at the small of her back to move her forward. As if instinctively reading his mind, she began to slowly rock back and forth on his cock, grinding him deeper into her with every backwards motion and ever so slightly releasing him with every forward motion. The friction building on the underside of her clit left her craving release. Her pace quickened incrementally until she was riding him bent over at the waist using the car door as leverage to keep the rhythm going. Again, hot waves of liquid surged and encased his cock before forcefully flowing from her pussy. But she didn’t stop; her pace continued as before and within a few minutes, the glorious shower of her juices drenched him once again. Her pussy became tighter with every release, bringing him so close to his own. He placed his hand on her shoulder to cue her to sit up a bit. Without a word she instantly complied. Again, as if reading his mind, she began to stroke her cock with her cunt, bouncing up and down with the use of her leg muscles. She squeezed and released her pussy in time until she felt his entire body go tense and his hands clawed at her hips in pure animal release.

He pulled her to him and laid sweet approving and appreciative kisses on her exposed back and neck. She turned her head and their mouths met in yet another earth shattering passionate kiss. Can you possess someone after one fuck? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he needed to have her again and soon.

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I work in local banks at night, repairing equipment after the employees leave. I’m used to seeing the cleaners and other vendors come and go at various times. I had seen this one particular cleaner a couple of times in the same branch but had not talked to her. She caught my eye because she was very attractive and kept a dark tan all winter long.

Finally, a couple of nights ago, I had a chance to talk to her for a while and we hit it off pretty well. She was working while we talked and I got a generous view of her breasts every time she bent over thanks to the low-cut sweater she was wearing. Also, her jeans had worked their way down until the top of her ass was showing and she hadn’t bothered to pull them back up. She was actually showing very little but it was one of the sexiest displays I had ever seen. I had a difficult time resisting the urge to walk over where she was and slide my hand down inside her jeans.

So we bullshitted for a little bit and I tried to not be too obvious about staring at her, but, of course she caught me a few times. Running out of things to say, I returned to working on the equipment while she finished cleaning. escort arnavutköy I heard her go into the back room and a few minutes later, she called out to me, asking me to help her with something.

Of course, the first thing I thought was that she had decided to fuck my brains out and was in the back (where there were no cameras) waiting for me. I immediately put that idea out of my head since that sort of thing never happens in the real world. Or at least it never happened to me. So I’m pretty positive that my chin hit the floor when I walked into the darkened kitchen area and found her standing there wearing nothing but her tan.

“I saw you looking at me and I decided to take a chance, this is so fucking hot,” she said.

“Shit, you’re the one that’s fucking hot,” I replied as I moved closer and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“Someone might drive by and see us,” she said, gesturing behind us at the large window with the half open blinds.

“Hell, that’s half the fun,” I said, stripping off my pants and shoes and dropping them on the floor next to her clothes.

“I escort fatih knew you were my kind of man.”

“You’re about to find out,” I said, standing in front of her and taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her naked body. She smelled great and looked even better. I moved in closer and kissed her, running my hands all over her body while she did the same to me. I ended up playing with her clit and licking her nipples while she stroked my cock.

“I think you better fuck me,” she said quietly.

I told her that I thought that was an excellent idea. She leaned back onto the table and spread her legs. I slid into her pussy with one smooth stroke and held myself there for a second. She was tight and soaking wet and it was wonderful.

“C’mon,” she gasped.

“Say please.”

“Please, please fuck me.”

By way of reply, I pulled my cock nearly all of the way out of her and then slowly slid it back in. I gradually increased the tempo until I was really slamming it into her. She moaned and the table shook as we fucked, kissed, grabbed, and bit each other. We were totally in heat escort beşiktaş and completely oblivious to everything else.

Then I thought of a way to make it hotter for her since I was facing the window. After a few minutes, I whispered to her, “Someone’s watching us.” There wasn’t anybody there of course, but I thought she would like the idea that someone was.

“Oh God, that’s so hot,” she said after letting out a low, animal moan.

“I can see her in her car, she’s watching us and now she’s got her legs spread.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cried, getting louder with each word.

“I’m coming, baby, come with me,” I nearly yelled, more turned than I could remember being for a long time.

“Oh God, fill me up, Oh God, I’m coming.”

I did indeed fill her up a second later as I climaxed and came inside her. She wrapped her legs around me and came too. I could feel her pussy actually contracting around my cock as I pumped my cum into her. After a few minutes, I pulled out and stepped back. She dropped to her knees and licked me clean, which nearly made me come again. After that, we each grabbed our clothes and scooted into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.

A little later she left to go to the next branch she had to clean. I walked out with her and we smoked a cigarette while we made plans to meet at that one the next night and have sex again, but this time on the manager’s desk. I watched her leave and then went inside and got back to work.

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I pull my car over in a lonely spot, out on a country road. I am wearing my black fishnet stockings, with suspenders, up to my crotch,with my cherry red mini skirt riding my smooth tight arse, and my lacy see through black top, with no bra; my favorite knee high lace up boots completing my slutty look. I am wondering what do and I glance over into a paddock.

A nice looking man is fixing fencing; he looks like a cowboy, with all the gear; a dark blue checked shirt, with low-slung jeans hugging his sexy hips.

As I lick my lips, my mouth starts to water, causing my bright red lips to twitch. As he saunters over, I am checking him out. Mm, I thought; I could fuck that.

“Can I help you?” In his sexy cowboy drawl, he asks.

“I’m in need,” I say, giving him a wink, and my sexiest smile.

As I get out of the car, I’m run my hands down my body adjusting and smoothing my dress, I open the bonnet, and lean in so my mini rides up a little, showing him my sexy tight arse, and the cherry red g-string; I am glad I decided to wear by the look on his face.

He swaggers around behind me, and leans over my body slapping his hand on my right knee, and running it up under my skirt, escort taksim to place it on my arse.

“I’m sure I can give you long hard satisfaction,” he says, while rubbing two fingers along my pussy lips; Mmm, I cream a little onto his fingers.

He takes my hand, and leads me into the paddock, to a haystack. I am getting very sex-cited while pushing him down onto his back. Climbing over his body with my knees on each side of his hips, I mount him, sitting on his swelling cock; I can feel his hardness through his jeans.

“I like cowgirl, start riding my cock,”‘ he drawls, in his sexy fuck me voice.

He rips off my lacy top, and grabs both of my tits, with his rough worker’s hands, licking and sucking, until I am moaning and groaning.I start fucking his mouth with my tongue, darting in and out; I can feel his reaction, his cock swelling under my pussy and arse.

His right hand runs down to my bum cheeks, squeezing, and slips inside my g-string; I am getting wet and juicy with this fuck-able cowboy – I am thinking to myself.

I start licking and sucking his skin from his neck to his jeans, undoing the belt buckle, escort çapa releasing his swelling cock, to my surprise and delight – no jocks.

“Mmm, oh fuck, you have a gorgeous cock, babe,” I say.

He lifts me up, and pushes his jeans down further,for easier access.I start licking his dick, and moaning; it fits just right in my wet, wet mouth. I keep licking his cock slowly, as it becomes harder. Running my tongue under his nob, to the sensitive spot, and lick up his shaft to his balls, sucking them in, as he puts his hands in my hair holding me firmly – urging me on. I take his throbbing member back into my mouth, sucking and licking the sweet pre-cum off; he is arching his back, but I withdraw my mouth slowly as I look into his eyes; I am not letting him cum just yet.

I sit up, straddle him again, and push up my skirt, while pulling aside my cherry red g-string, as I slowly take his cock into my slit. The first entry is very sex – citing. I throw back my head, arching my back as he runs his hands all over my body; then plays with my nipples, that are swollen throbbing nubs. I sit quite still savoring the moment; feeling the sensations escort şişli on my clit, my pussy is getting very wet and tight having a good fucking.

“You love my cock in your pussy babe, aaah,” he says in that sexy drawl.

“Mmmm, oh, yes, yes Honey, I love your cock,” I can’t stop moaning.

“Your pussy is made for fucking, you horny fucking bitch, it’s so fucking tight on my dick,” he groans loudly.

I can feel his cock swelling, caressing my tight pussy walls, as I am getting juicier. He is ready to burst with his creamy cum; he suddenly grabs my arse with his strong hands, and lifts me up and down, making me groan even louder.

“Oh, oh, Honey, give me that cock of yours, my pussy needs a good fucking; I love your cock in me, it feel so good,” I yell.

He is pumping harder, and harder, giving me the pleasure I have never had before, as my pussy juices flow over his cock, and runs down to his balls.

“Fuck, fuuuck, I’m cumming,” he yells, while thrusting harder, and faster.

“Give it to me babe – fuck me,” I am moaning louder, thrusting my hips harder. As he cums, spewing into my hot wet slit; my pussy is spasaming and tightening its grip on his ramrod cock. I let go with the sensations, as my orgasm explodes, spewing juice down his cock, covering his balls.

“Oh, I love being a cowgirl, riding a cowboy,” I moan very loudly, while my pussy still throbs and my fuck juices leak out.

“Have you finished the fencing, are you ready to go home now, babe?”…

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It was later that morning when the Duke’s business associate, Sir Quinten Holloway, stopped in to deliver some papers.

Heather had been walking out the door to go riding, dressed in her new burgundy riding habit, but decided instead to stay in, when she saw Holloway. She felt her pussy cream in anticipation. He was tall and young, with thick black hair and a swarthy complexion. His green eyes had sparkled when he greeted her.

Heather raced upstairs and pulled a gown from her closet. It was a blue silk with a neckline dipped low escort bakırköy enough to show a good amount of her young titties.

When the business concluded, Holloway came out of her father’s study and shut the door. Then he saw Heather, just outside the salon. She gave him a sunny smile.

“Sir Holloway, care to join me for some tea?”

He nodded his assent, and accompanied her into the salon. She poured him a cup of tea, which he took black.

“Did the meeting go well, escort bahçelievler sir?” Heather feigned interest.

“Very well, Miss Heather. Now I have urgent matters to attend to when I leave here.”

“I have an urgent matter which I think you can help me with,” she said, leaning forward slightly.

Holloway’s eyes were glued to her chest. “What matter is that, Miss Heather?”

“The matter of fucking me, sir,” Heather said.

Holloway was well known in London escort zeytinburnu for his lecherous appetites. His cock hardened instantly.

“You want me to fuck you, Heather? With great pleasure, my dear.”

He stood and pulled Heather to her feet, then proceeded to carry her upstairs. Heather was more than ready when they reached her bedchamber.

Holloway deposited her on her bed and impatiently, stripped each other of their clothing.

Holloway was a very skilled lover. He slid into Heather’s steaming pussy with no preliminaries, taking her fast and hard. No words of passion, no strained expression. Hard, fast sex.

Holloway smiled lewdly as he came deep inside her pussy and then left. Heather curled into a ball, then looked at her crumpled silk on the floor. She thought with his reputation as a womanizer, he would be a great fuck. He’d left her filling unfulfilled.

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Things have been on and off since a few days between me and Talon, my boyfriend. I know he’s busy and all, but he seems distant, like he doesn’t want me anymore, crave me anymore. Well, that has done a number on me. I have been reckless and restless since a past few days, but I refuse to feel this way. I can’t take it anymore, if I don’t find out what’s up with him, I am gonna EXPLODE. I need to find out. I will, when he meets me, which happens to be today evening. And, I happen to know a very juicy method to find out and maybe entice him.

I am about to find out…

*****

As I wait for him at my home in the evening, my phone makes a ‘ding’ sound letting me know that he is here. This is what he does everytime, text me instead of ringing the bell. As I answer the door, I say, “I have a well functioning doorbell, hon, thought you should know.” He just smiles and goes to sit on the couch. I close the door and go sit beside him.

I eye him speculatively without uttering a word and maintain distance, not quite touching him.

“Say it hon,” he says, not touching me either.

“Say what Tal?” I act nonchalant, secretly hoping him to push me more.

“Come on, Pearl, say it,” he says once more, still not touching me.

I roll my eyes inwardly, DARN HIM. I can’t stand one more moment without touching him, so I get up abruptly and straddle him.

I lock my arms around his neck and his arms come around my waist almost instinctively. I look at him with a pouty look on my face.

“What’s up with you Pearl?”

“Are you not into me anymore?” I ask with a frown on my face.

“Why would you say that?” he asks with a confused look.

“Well, you….you seem distant and…and uninterested.”

“Pearl, there’s nothing like that, I have been a bit busy, nothing else.” he kisses the spot below my ear, damn him, he knows my body way too well.

He whispers in my ear, “Trust me, I’m still very much into you,” and tugs gently at my earlobe.

“Okayy….but, I need assurance.”

“What kind of assurance hon?” he asks with a lopsided grin.

“Well, we are gonna do something today which will give me the assurance that you are still into me.” I say with a smug grin.

“Mmhmm, I’m listening,” l lean in as if I’m going to kiss him, but I just lick his chin, strolling my tongue till I reach his earlobe. I start lapping at his earlobe and feel his grip tighten on my waist.

I whisper in his ear, “You can’t touch me today, not until you get out of control and can’t wait to get your hands on me.”

I stop whispering and face him to see his pupils dilated and his breathing ragged. He just nods, failing to form a coherent sentence. I move his hands from my waist and interlock his fingers with mine and pin his hands to his sides.

“Keep your hands to yourself, DO NOT TOUCH ME. And if you do,” I bite his neck, a little too harshly “I will BITE you.” He nods again.

GAME ON.

I rake my nails on the bare skin of his forearm and lunge towards his neck. I start tugging at the skin on his neck, alternatively sucking and licking his neck.

“Fuck,” he swears.

His reaction has me smiling.

I continue my assault on his neck and put my hands under his shirt and rake my nails on his skin, from his chest to his stomach. I pay special attention escort ataköy to his navel, lingering there lazily, circling the area oh-so-sensually. His breathing is ragged now. I detach my mouth from his neck and start opening the buttons of his shirt, one by one.

I go on kissing each inch of his exposed skin. As I finish opening the third button of his shirt, I feel a strong urge to rip his shirt. So, I give in to my urge and rip his shirt. The remaining buttons land at the floor with a clattering sound. His breathing is almost strained now. I can hear the sounds of the couch being scratched.

When I have completely opened his shirt, I part the sides of his shirt and take in the luscious view in front of me.

“Eyes on me,” I instruct him and he obliges. I lightly brush the tips of my fingers on his chest area, gently tweak one of his nipples and bow down to suck on the other one. He loses his resolve and puts one of his hand on my left hip and squeezes it. And in return, I bite his nipple which makes him groan and he removes his hand from my hip.

“It was gentler this time, next time you touch me, it will be painful. Got it?”

“Yess,” he says in a raspy voice.

I start licking him, right from his nipple to his navel, in a long and lazy stroke. And again, from his navel to his neck. When I reach his neck, he puts his hand on my lower back, AGAIN, so I bite his neck, HARDER this time. I know it will leave a mark, so be it, he asked for it. He moans, which makes me bite him harder, his moans get louder. When I know that he’s got a mark, I detach my mouth from him and move his hand from my waist and make him keep it on his side. I pull him a little closer to me and remove his shirt completely, licking one shoulder while removing one sleeve and biting the other while removing the other. I can see that his fists are clenched now. I take his shirt and throw it on the couch.

Now, I move a bit backwards on his lap, and touch his erection stroking it oh-so-lightly. He leans back on the couch and closes his eyes shut. I take one of his hands and start sucking on his thumb, WILDLY.

He opens his eyes, “Pearl…..” he trails off.

I don’t stop, just look him in the eye and suck harder.

“Pearl, I want to touch you now…”

I take out his thumb from my mouth and say, “Let’s wait a bit more, till your want changes to need.” I resume sucking on his thumb.

He starts again, “Pearl, I NEED YOU, NOW.”

The fire that I can see in his eyes right now, was what I wanted to see, wanted to experience. The assurance of being WANTED, and wanted by HIM, I got it.

“Have me then….” my voice is barely a whisper.

As soon as I finish, he pulls me to himself and kisses me like never before, like his life depends on it. I can feel his fervour for me through this kiss. It’s like a silent message that he’s trying to pass, which screams “I need you” I feel it and it’s exactly what I wanted to feel.

He drapes one of his arms around my waist and holds my face with his other hand and deepens the kiss. He pushes me slightly so that I am standing on my feet. Without breaking the kiss, he starts unbuttoning my shirt dress and pushes me to the nearest wall. He breaks our kiss and looks me in the eyes. His gaze starts travelling down escort şirinevler on my body, lingering a little long on my cleavage and then back up to my eyes.

He comes closer to me and whispers in my ear, “You *lick* Ready *lick* For *lick* What’s *lick* Coming *lick* Next *lick* Babygirl.”

FUCK, this is gonna be insane. I can’t speak, so I just nod. He spins me around and frees my hair from my ponytail. Then, he pulls me by my hair so that my head is resting on his shoulder. One of his hands comes around to grab my throat, gently but, firmly and he starts caressing my lower lip with his thumb. While his other hand is draped around my waist. He bows down and starts sucking on my neck in the way he knows that turns me on. I start moaning, he sucks harder, making me moan harder. He starts to remove my shirt dress from my left arm and licks me right from my shoulder blade to my forearm and repeats the same with my other arm, and throws my dress on the floor.

He has removed my dress now.

Then, he instructs me, “Hands on the wall,” I do as I am told.

He starts running the tips of his fingers on the sides of my torso and plants sloppy, wet kisses all over my back. He unhooks my bra and removes it abruptly. He bows down to lick me, right from my lower back to my neck, OH MY GOD, I can’t stop moaning. He licks me repeatedly for a while and then spins me again. Now, he does the same thing to my front, licking me right from my navel to my cleavage, from my cleavage to my neck. And starts kneading my breasts, and then, he bows down and swirls his tongue around my navel, circling it and lapping the area around my navel. I can feel my voice raising, my moans getting louder. The way he’s licking me, OH FUCK, IT FEELS SOO GOOD. That talented tongue is doing things to me.

Now, he kisses his way to my left breast, he starts licking my nipple in short and lazy flicks, going very slow at first, increasing the tempo eventually. He starts sucking on my nipple like anything, and pinches the other.

Now, he intertwines his fingers with mine and pushes me till the back of my legs hit the dining table beside, all the while sucking my nipple. He detaches his mouth from my nipple and looks at me and runs the back of his hand on my face, “Have I ever mentioned that you look more beautiful when you are turned on,” he whispers.

“Tal, you are not supposed to make me blush NOW,” I reply in a raspy voice.

“Oh, then what am I supposed to do NOW?” he teases me, GOD, THIS GUY IS TOO MUCH.

I narrow my eyes at him and before I say anything, both of his hands start teasing the waistband of panties, putting his thumbs inside, caressing the skin just below my navel. My breath hitches at the sight of him touching me like this. Then, he abruptly pulls my panties down till my knees and lifts me and sits me on the dining table and removes the panties completely and throws them on the floor.

Right now, Tal is looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive. And, I am so excited for what is going to happen next.

He keeps his hands on each of my thighs and leans in to whisper in my ear, “Open up, sweetheart.”

I do what he says.

He parts my lips with his fingers and glides his middle finger through my folds, which makes me moan, “You are escort halkalı dripping wet,” he states as a matter of fact.

He starts touching my bud in small circles, “Open your eyes Pearl, and do not close them again. You are gonna watch it.”

I just nod. I didn’t even realise that my eyes were closed, it was just reflexive. But, now that I am told to watch, I will watch.

He continues to touch me, I support myself on my hands and watch his hand moving on my bud. I am struggling to keep my eyes open, because the view in front of me is too intense. But, I don’t close my eyes, I keep my eyes trained on his hand and his face. He meets my gaze and continues to touch me, faster now. I can’t look away. I feel myself edging and as if he senses it, he says, “No, don’t come.”

“What…..Why?” my voice comes out squeaky.

“Let the orgasm build baby, I want you to explode when I am inside you.”

“Oh, my god….”

“Hold on babygirl.”

He is touching me so slowly now, unlike a few minutes back. And, even this pace is driving me insane.

“Tal, I won’t be able to hold on much longer. You need to be inside of me, NOW.”

“Mutual thoughts babe.”

He takes out the condom from his pocket and I undo the button and zipper of his jeans and pull them down till his knees.

“Commando! You came to meet me commando?” I ask him surprisingly.

He doesn’t reply, just grins and rips the foil of the condom with his teeth and I help him put it on.

He parts my legs wide apart and drape them around his waist and takes his length in his hand and starts stroking it gently.

Up and Down.

Up and Down.

And then, he enters me in one smooth stroke. It feels just, WOW.

He starts moving slowly, coming almost all the way out and then entering me again to the hilt. I am supporting myself on my hands.

“You feel so fucking amazing baby,” he says in a strained voice.

“Mmmmm….faster..” I plead him.

He increases the pace and I feel myself peaking again, I can’t contain my moans.

He goes on and on and on and, “I’m coming….Ahhhh.”

I am screaming now. This orgasm is earth shattering, GOOD GOD, IT’S VERY INTENSE.

He doesn’t stop, continues pounding me, and my orgasm goes on and on and on till I see stars.

He continues till I feel him jerk in the condom, letting me know, he came too.

I can’t support myself on my hands anymore, so I just lie down on the table. I am breathing heavily now, I can’t even open my eyes.

When I come back from my high, I find Tal lying beside me. He’s supporting himself on one of his arms, his head resting in his hand, he’s smiling at me.

“You look magnificent when you come,” he says.

I just blush and move closer to him and hug him, resting my head on his arm. He hugs me back. We are lying sideways, an easy position for me to lean in and kiss his chest, so I take advantage of my position and kiss him on the chest. He looks at me for a moment and leans down to kiss me. This one is a tender kiss, sweet and comforting.

“So, you assured now?” he asks with a smile on his face.

I pretend to think for a moment and then answer, “Maybe.”

“Okay then, round 2 it is,” he starts to get up.

“What, no!” I push him back and look at him incredulously and he starts laughing.

“I mean, not so soon, you can try after a while.” I retort with a wink.

“Pearl, I am still into you, just know that.” he says with a sincere look.

“Yeah, yeah.” I tease him.

He shoots me a dirty look and I laugh and say, “I believe you, Tal.”

“Good. Because, I NEED YOU,” he says and kisses me deeply.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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My college exams were over. So I was free for the next month or so. I got up early and got dressed. Most of my class mates live within a radius of half a kilometer. We had decided to collect at the local Park at seven to play a game of cricket. I was ready to go when my mother called me. She gave me a strip of medicines and told me to give it to aunt Shelja. She told me to hurry as Shelja had fallen in her bathroom and had hurt her right wrist.

Aunt Shelja is my father’s elder sister. She is a spinster and lives alone in a duplex at a distance of 5 km from our house. I knew I won’t be able to reach for the game in time. But what could be done. I put the strip of medicine in my shirt pocket and started for aunt’s place on my ‘Hero’ bicycle, gifted to me by my mother on my eighteenth birthday last year. I tried to paddle as fast as I could.

Aunt Shelja is a spinster. She is a very bossy, egoistic and fussy type of woman. Nobody in the family likes her. Rather everybody hates her and she also keeps aloof and prefers to stay away from the family. My father is the only person who tolerates her somehow. She had been the cause of a lot of anxiety and tension in the family. It was said that my mother had to suffer much humiliation because of her. My other uncles and aunts abused her openly. But natural, that I was also not favorably inclined towards her.

Outwardly also she is not an attractive person. Unlike most females our family, who very beautiful and had, if not gorgeous, very lovely curvaceous bodies she was tall, thin and frail. She had a thin face with small thin lips and a sharp nose and sharp shin. It could have been lovely if she had learnt to smile and laugh. But I had never seen her smiling. She is a teacher at the government school and her students also are more afraid of her than the principal of the school. She is flat chested though her back side is not bad.

As I reached her house I found the outer door open. I went in and couldn’t find her in the front living room or the kitchen. I tip toed to another room which I had rightly assumed to be the bedroom. There she was sitting on the bed both her hands in her lap.

“What took you so long? You mother said she will send you immediately.” She growled.

The words made my blood really boil. I felt like throwing the strip of tablets in her face. I wanted to really punish this thankless woman somehow. I had come cycling as fast as I could on those busy roads. It was not my fault that she had chosen to live so far away from the rest of the family. But then tears started flowing down her skinny, hollow cheeks. Now how does one punish a woman already whimpering with pain? Suddenly my eyes fell on her right hand lying in her lap. The wrist and the back of her hand were swollen. Being a player of our city cricket team I have seen many such injuries on the playground and I knew immediately that this was not an injury which is going to heal any soon specially with these simple painkillers. I felt pity for her. Chances were that she may have fractured one or both the bones of her fore arm. I moved closer and wiped her tears. I very gingerly put one finger on the swollen wrist and she immediately winced and gave a loud yell.

“Aunt Shelja, your wrist needs proper medical attention. it is not going to heal with these medicines.” I said as softly as I could muster. I took out the strip of tablets from my pocket and placed them on the bedside table.

“I know. You just give me the tablets” she said in a rigid tone.

“You get dressed and I will take you to the hospital.” I said and went out bugged and angry. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and took out an ice tray from the fridge to make a cold compress. I heard a loud noise of something falling.

“Ronnie” She yelped from the bedroom. I rushed back to the bed room anxious “what the hell?”

She was standing next to her wardrobe with a drawer lying on her feet. “I can’t lift my arm.” Tears were dripping from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

“I know. I think there is a fracture or a dislocation.”

“How am I going to change?”

I looked at her. She was right. She was wearing a knee length nightie. Either you remove it by lifting it up above your head or you could open the back zipper and let it slid down your feet. She was unable to perform either of the two tasks.

“Let me help you” I said placing the glass and ice tray on the bed.

“I am not wearing anything underneath.” She said trying to move away from me.

“But I had already moved behind her. In a flash I got the idea how I was going to get even with her. “Stand still.” I said and undid her zipper.”

“Is there any other alternative?” I said firmly and moving my hands over her shoulders slowly peeled down her nightie until her left hand was free from it. Then I slowly took out her right hand out of it. She again winced but her hand was soon out of her nightie. I let go of the nightie and it dropped on the karabük escort floor.

She was standing in front of me totally naked. It all happened so unexpectedly and so fast that she was unable to utter a protest. She tried to hide her nakedness by cupping her crotch with her left hand, saw the futility of here action and dropped the hand back on her side. I feasted my eyes on her body taking in every detail of her back and hips and legs. She saw it all. I turned her around and ran my eyes from head to foot, taking in every detail. I wanted her to know what was happening. The front of my pants was bulging. My dick was erect and rock hard. I hoped she will notice that. There was a strong urge to feel and touch her. I took out a pair of panties and bra from the fallen drawer and started dressing her up.

I got down on my knees, my mouth close to her crotch and lifted her one leg. She immediately placed her healthy hand on my head for support. I put her foot in the one of the leg openings and repeated the same procedure with the other leg. I lifted her panties higher and let the back of my hand caress her hairy vulva. Then I helped her put on her bra again boldly letting my hand rove over her tiny boobs. Then I helped her with Salwar and Kameez not missing any chance to touch and feel her. Through whole this episode she kept her head down evading any eye contact. I knew she was feeling miserable but I wanted her to get the taste of her own medicine.

When she was completely dressed up, I took out two pills from the strip and gave her. She gulped them down with water I had brought. Then I sat her down and wrapped the ice tray in a chunni (a soft light cloth worn over the kameez) and placed it under her wrist. She sobbed and moaned a little but soon it was evident that the medicine and the cold compress were taking effect. I didn’t wait for long, made a temporary sling out of the same chunni, combed her hair wrapped them in a bun and took her to the hospital on her scooter.

It took us 4 hours at the hospital. The x rays were done. And thank God there was no fracture, only soft tissue injury. A tendon or muscle tear. Her wrist and hand were wrapped in a crape bandage and the arm was put in a sling and she was given some medicines and a tube of cream to rub on the wrist. And we were sent back to come after 5 days for follow up.

When we reached back she thanked me a lot for everything in a very formal voice. It was a signal for me to get out. But I was not going to be put off easily.

“It is already time for lunch. Shall I bring you something?”

“No, no, you have already done a lot. Moreover I am not feeling hungry.”

“Ok I will bring dinner in the evening.”

I said and moved closer to her. I started taking of the sling.

“What are you doing?”

“i think I will help you change back into your house dress before I go. You won’t be comfortable in these clothes. And I don’t think you are going anywhere in the coming few days.”

I had already removed the sling before she could protest. And my hand went under her Kameez and inside her Salwar. I purposefully fumbled a little to feel her crotch and then found the drawstring and pulled it the Salwar fell on the floor. Then I started lifting her Kameez above her head. “There is no need to remove this.” she said. But I was not listening to her. As the Kameez rose above her breasts she gave in and I slowly carefully removed it. Next I moved my hand behind her and undid the bra and removed it. She was not feeling as shy as she had felt the first time but still there was some hesitation and anxiety. I was enjoying it all the more. Then I kneeled in front of here and started peeling of her panties down. She protested but I kept on rolling them down. “What if you want to pee? You won’t be able to take them off in time or put them on back. Chances are you will pee inside them.” I told her in a scolding tone, making it clear that there was no love lost between us. Her hairy pubic mound was in front of my eyes. I could see her love lips and the slit between them clearly. The smell of her sex was strong. Maybe she was getting wet. I inhaled deeply. She saw that and again tried to hide her womanhood with her healthy hand but I took her hand in my hand and got up. I led her to the closet and chose a gown of my own choice, a front opening one. I helped her into it. She gave out a sigh of relief when her body was again fully covered again.

“I will be back at night with the dinner. You can ring up mom if you need anything else.” I said lifting her chin and looking into her eyes. She immediately averted her eyes. I patted her cheek. She just nodded her head. I entered one finger in her bun and removed the hair band her hair fell all over her shoulders. “This looks better.” I said and again patted her cheeks. She wanted to come to the door to see me off. But I told her to lie down and take it easy. I let myself out and rode back to my house happy as a lark.

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I told mom the whole story as soon as she was back from her duty, osmaniye escort naturally avoiding the dressing and undressing episodes. My mom praised me for being such a Good Samaritan and pitied her sister in law. “Living alone, nobody to help or take care.” She said to nobody in particular. “If you want I will go in the evening to check upon her.” I said aiming to set the stage for the evening visit.

“You do that. I will send your father tomorrow.” Much pleased with my ploy, I ate a hearty lunch and went to my room to lie down for some time.

My aunt’s body kept on floating in front of my eyes again and again dressed and undressed, in her lingerie and without it. She was not as bad as she looked. Her breasts were small but firm and round and didn’t sag at all. Just imagine and she will turn fifty the next year. The areolae were small and pink, nipples small and hard. Her waist was slim and tummy flat. Her hips were big round globes and they were also firm and round.. Her legs were muscular and nicely shaped. Her aroma lingered in my nose. I found myself slowly jerking my erect cock. I stopped it and paid attention to the two most important questions – What and from where to buy something for her dinner?

#

I was again at her doorsteps at 7 on the dot. I choose this time so that I could stay there for an hour or two. The front door was again unlocked. I found her in the kitchen trying to cook omelet with her left hand. The crape bandage was still around her wrist and hand but she had removed the sling. I put the carry bag I was holding on the kitchen shelf and moved behind her wrapping my one arm around her waist. “You didn’t believe me that I will bring the dinner.”

“No it’s not like that.”

“Then what else? What is the use of exerting yourself unnecessarily? It will delay the healing. I scolded her openly.”

“I was just bored sitting alone doing nothing.” She replied defensively.

“How is your hand?” I inquired.

“Same as before, the excruciating pain never goes. The tablets lessen it a bit. But as soon as there effect wears off it starts hurting like before.”

“How is it present?”

“A little less than before, I took the tablets a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t take them on empty stomach. It will upset your tummy.” I instructed her and tightened my embrace and ran my free hand on her abdomen.

“I took some tea.”

“That is not enough.” I tightened my hold even further. My cock was hard and growing bigger and harder every passing moment. Every time she moved it rubbed against her back and upper part of her ass cheeks.

Before she could say something I again ran my hand around her abdomen and said “come on let’s feed you first. You must be famished. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.” By that time the omelet was also ready. I pulled the carry bag nearer and took out the first carton. It had a thick soup. I knew it will be difficult to take something liquid with the wrong hand. I took a spoon and started feeding her. “You brought it from the market. Your mother didn’t want to cook for me?” She said in a mocking tone. “She only told me to go and check if you needed something. I brought these because I knew you like it.” “She fell silent and didn’t say another word after that. She was actually very hungry so she let me feed her silently.

But I had had it. “You wretched ungrateful woman from now onwards you are going to pay for everything and very dearly.” I said to myself and dug my hard dick even more firmly into the small of her back. I took a few sips of the soup myself in between with the same spoon I was using to feed her. I asked her to open the other carton when we had finished the soup. It had chicken noodles and again I took a fork and started feeding her. In between, when she was munching the morsels the noodles, I used my hands to explore new spots on her body and succeeded in opening two of her gown’s front button. She knew what I was doing and feeling very helpless and uneasy. Her discomfort pleased me like anything. It was making me more and more horny. She was using her left hand as a support for the right so that it won’t droop. She tried to talk to me but my monosyllabic answers made any conversation impossible. She would manage to move away from me when I loosened my grip for one or other task and I would tighten the hug again and bring her back to me.

When the food was finished, I put the omelet in a big plate and covered it with the other. “We will put it in the fridge you can heat it and have it for the breakfast with toasts and cheese.” She nodded her head in affirmative. I bent my head and kissed her cheek. She turned her head towards me and I ruffled her hair. You will be hale and healthy soon.” She broke away from me to put the empty cartons in the waste bin but I again pulled her back into my embrace. This time her face turned towards me. My hard cock pressed firmly against her abdomen my one arm around her back and the other hand holding her head. I brought my mouth close to hers. She thought marmaris escort that I am going to kiss her. She turned her head away from me keeping her face down and avoiding any eye to eye contact. “Shall I make a cup of tea for you? I asked her my lips brushing the lobe of her ear. She shook her head in negative and I took her face in my hands and lifted her chin. She looked at me and saw my lips reaching for hers. “No…” she started to say but my lips had already taken her upper lip into their grasp. She kept on punching my back with her healthy fist but I had again taken her in my embrace. Soon she saw the futility off her efforts and stopped trying to free herself.

I encircled her healthy arm around my neck. I left her lips and kissed her cheeks and forehead and chin she sighed deeply and I was again kissing her lips so that she won’t be able to mouth any protest or some kind of threat. But she didn’t protest this time at all. Only she kept her teeth clenched tightly as I sucked on her lips her breathing became faster. I licked her lips and her tightly clenched teeth and her healthy pink gums and she started to relax. Her mouth opened up and my tongue slid into her mouth. I kept on exploring every nook and corner of her mouth and she kept helping me by opening her mouth wider and wider. While we were busy kissing I saw the opportunity and undid the remaining buttons of her gown. I moved my hand inside and caressed her back and waist. She moved closer.

“My hand is hurting again.” She mumbled slowly in my ear. “I will make a cold compress.” I said. “That is a good idea. It gave me immense relief in the morning also. As I moved towards the fridge she started buttoning her gown back. I took hold of her hand and jerked it away and undid the button she had fastened. She didn’t try it again.

“But where is the cream they prescribed you to rub on the wrist?” I suddenly remembered.

“In the bedroom, I never applied it.”

“Why?”

“How was I going to undo and then wrap again this bandage back with one hand? It needs to be wrapped tight.”

“But you can use the phone with one hand. You could have called me. I am not a person to leave somebody in a lurch.” I said angrily. “I got a phone of my own. But how will you know?” I taunted her again and lifted her up in my arms. She didn’t weigh much and I easily carried into the bedroom. The Gown slid away and she was practically naked. I removed the gown and threw it away. I sat her in my lap and undid the clips of the crape bandage and removed it. There was no change. The swelling had not shrunk a bit. I opened the tube of ointment and started rubbing it on her wrist and back of hand. She moaned and sobbed in my ear and dug her nails in my shoulder but I kept on massaging until a lot of the medicine had seeped into her skin and her sobs had nearly subsided. “Feeling better?” She nodded her head vigorously. I moved in and planted my lips on hers. She gave them to me quite willingly. We kissed for a few moments then I put her on the bed and wrapped the bandage back in place. “You are not to move this arm at all and you are to keep it in an elevated position all the time if you want this swelling to go. No heroics.” I admonished her. “If you want I can stay with you for a day or two.”

She just nodded her head sheepishly. A put a pillow under her injured hand and covered it with a light comforter. She smiled at me. That was the first smile I had ever seen on her face. I bent over her and kissed her forehead and then came down to take her lips. This time I found her more than willing. I kicked my trainers away and crawled into the bed. As our kissing became vigorous my hand reached lower and took her tiny breast in my hand and gave it a little squeeze. “No, no please! She tried to turn away from me but her one arm was under me and the second was as such useless. I wrapped and my left leg around her and pinned her under me. I deliberately moved my left hand downwards caressed her pubic hair.

“No please no! Don’t go there.” She tightened he thighs. “I will complain…

“That is what you have been doing whole your life. Complaining.” I retorted back loudly and angrily. She winced at my words and stared speechless and shocked. “What wrong I am doing just making love..” I started to say but she interrupted me in between.

“This is not love.”

“It is part of it. But you won’t know. You never loved anybody and won’t let anybody love you.”

“Who said that?”

By that time my hand was back on her crotch. I moved it a little lower and slapped her thigh. “Then what is this. Open up.” She didn’t say anything. But I could feel the tension in her thigh muscles melting away. I moved my fingers between her thighs and they slid between them easily without any resistance. I caressed her inner thighs and then pulled her thigh towards me and she opened up a little. I caressed her vulva and ran my fingers through her dense foliage. My middle finger slid between her love lips and I could feel the moisture. I let the tip of my finger dip into her cunt. A sigh escaped her mouth. I brought out my finger it was soaking wet. I used it to lubricate her engorged clit. She shuddered with every caress over her button. I stood up and hurriedly took off my clothes as she watched me and my erection. I separated her thighs and she opened up wide. I teased her cunt and clit with the tip of my cock and then lowered myself into her slowly inch by inch.

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Heather has been bad, very bad. Can she turn over a new leaf?

This story was written as an entry for the Summer Lovin’ Contest.

All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.

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“I just can’t stand him!”

“Now Heather, he IS your father. Have a little respect. Things are hard for him right now; just try to keep the peace,” her mother replied from 1100 miles away.

“When are you coming home?” Heather whined.

“Not until the end of the month. It’s a great job and we need the money right now. And to be brutally honest, young lady, I don’t need the added stress.”

“He won’t let me do ANYTHING!” Heather continued.

“Then stop screwing up and get in his good graces. I don’t have time for this right now honey. Just obey your father, and try to be good for a while…”

Heather hung up on her mother, and screamed in frustration as she ran up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. If she expected that to somehow make things better, she was sorely mistaken.

Ever since her mother had gotten the contracting job in Manhattan for the entire month of July, life had been miserable.

Under the best of circumstances, Heather and her father barely communicated. Her mother was the glue that held the family together, such as it was.

Now that her father had been laid off after 22 years at the same job, he was even harder to put up with.

Summer was usually a great time. With the parents gone each day she got to sleep in, lie around the pool, hit the mall, gab on the phone, and just do whatever she wanted.

Not this year. Within the first week of summer vacation, she’d lost her cell phone privileges when her grades showed up in the mail. It wasn’t her fault the science and history teachers didn’t like her. And she had managed to pass both courses. By the skin of her teeth.

The whole party incident the next week could hardly be blamed on her. She had intended to leave before midnight, as she’d promised, but Derek and Rob had taken her car keys and wouldn’t give them back until she joined them in a round of shots. Ok, a few rounds. Fine. And a few games it was probably best her parents never found out about. Figure in another 10 minutes just to find her bra. What? Was she supposed to just leave behind a $40 bra? And it was ridiculous that cops could park outside of a party and try to trap drivers when you’re only driving like 4 blocks away! When her father finally picked her up at the police station, that was the end of car privileges for the summer.

Of course, if her stupid friends hadn’t pushed the patio table into the pool, she wouldn’t be stuck at home alone all day, with no visitors allowed. Alright, maybe she shouldn’t have dared them, but who would have guessed they would be such idiots to really do it. Or that it would be so damned hard to get the stuff out the next day. Or that they would leave rust stains on the bottom of the pool

Damn! This was supposed to be the best summer of her life. She was finally 18, and would be going off to college in September. If she could finally get one to let her in, that is. She’d just die if she had to go to DCCC. Community college was for losers.

Heather looked at her svelte form in the mirror. She was 5’4″ tall, and weighed exactly 108 lbs that very morning. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body most women would kill for. Jaw dropping 34D breasts, a 22 inch waist, and 32 inch hips turned heads wherever she went. Which was nowhere for the moment. Damn her luck. What a waste.

* * *

Harold Payne was pacing his office, oblivious to his daughter’s tantrum. He had bigger things on his mind.

Getting laid off after 21 years wasn’t that bad. He had a good pension, and he’d worked a lot of overtime in the previous two years, upping his final wages. He’d gotten a decent severance package on top of that, 2 weeks pay per year of service, and had immediately applied for unemployment.

For once in his life, he had the time and the means to do what he wanted to do. He didn’t need to look for a new job yet; he could wait until the end of the summer.

He’d always wanted to get involved in local politics, and with things the way they were, it was more important to do that now than ever before. He’d been active in the union, and people had always told him he was a convincing speaker.

He stopped and admired his physique in the mirror. At 42 years old, he could easily pass for 30. Barely a hint of gray hair, hardly a wrinkle on his face. At 5’6″ he was average in height, but his running and yoga kept him lean, and his vegetarian diet kept him healthy. Harold smiled at his reflection. His wife, Janice, had nothing to complain about.

No need to rush things, however. He’d worked hard for over 20 years. He deserved a little break. And his new computer was opening all kinds of new vistas to him. A couple of weeks of R&R, especially with his wife off of his back, everyday checking on his job hunt progress. batman escort And he had a little ‘fund’ the wife wasn’t even aware of – his vacation and sick pay came in a different check, that she’d never even seen. Sitting in a brand new bank, with a brand new ATM card, and a brand new mailbox that received the bills.

Of course the cloud hovering over the whole situation was his irresponsible hellion of a daughter.

Decisions, decisions.

* * *

“Heather?”

“What?” her voice let him know this was a horrible time to interrupt her, in the middle of a TIVO’d episode of Sex & the City.

“You’re not just going to sit around and do nothing all day, every day. With your mother gone, we both have to pick up the slack. I expect you to do the laundry, keep the place generally neat and clean, and do the dishes.”

“Jesus! Do I have to do everything with Mom gone?” Heather griped.

“I’ll deal with the shopping, the cooking, the trash, the yard, and house maintenance, and, oh yeah, the bills. Breakfast and lunch, you’re on your own, but I’ll take care of Dinner. Got it?”

“Fine. Whatever.” She said, turning away and taking the show off pause.

Harold ignored the blatant disrespect, and returned to his study where he carefully unlocked the door, and locked it behind him.

Finally. His sanctuary. The one place where he had a little privacy and didn’t have to listen to the bitching and moaning. He turned on his computer, entered his password, and opened his browser. Time for a little well earned relaxation.

Heather wasn’t too worried. Her conniving little mind was already hatching a plan. A bad plan. But she was a bad girl, after all.

* * *

When her father went out shopping, warning her to get the laundry started if she didn’t want to lose some more privileges, she was up from her perch in front of the TV like a sprinter out of the blocks.

She ran and dumped an armful of clothes in the washer, and turned it on. There. Now he couldn’t complain.

Then she headed straight for his ‘study’.

She giggled to herself as she pulled out her keychain and quickly unlocked his door. When he’d installed the new lock on his office several months ago, she’d taken the packaging out of the trash and headed down to the hardware store. The guy at the key machine was happy to make a key for her, based on the code of the tumbler.

She’d be damned if she’d let him keep a locked room in the house without knowing what was going on there.

The computer was a different problem. She’d tried guessing at his password but no such luck. A few minutes online with some friends and acquaintances and she had a couple of new approaches lined up. Now was her chance to test them.

Expecting to be working at this for a while, she was amazed when the very first suggestion worked. Hitting the 3-finger salute at the login screen popped up a login window. She entered “administrator” as she’d been told, without a password, and – miracle-of-miracles – she was in, with full access! Two minutes later, following the instructions on her cheat sheet, the administrator account had a password, her password, and she had unlimited access.

She pulled out the USB flashdrive, with all the software she’d been given for this task, and ran the first two. Just like that his entire Internet browser was backed up to her little device. Another click and she was running her own browser, with all his bookmarks, history, saved passwords,

Now to see what the old man was up to….

* * *

“OH, GROSS!” she exclaimed, actually turning away from the screen. She’d been able to bring up his browser and visit the sites in his browser history. THAT was an education.

She was getting nervous, he wouldn’t be gone much longer. She shut down everything, pulled her flashdrive and shut things down. Locking the door behind her, her mind was still reeling with the new found knowledge.

There had to be a way to use this. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bad summer after all…

* * *

Harold was pleasantly surprised by his daughter’s new behavior. She’d accepted her responsibilities, performed her chores without complaint, and was able to converse without obvious condescension.

She’d also started taking care of herself again; cleaning up each morning, and wearing nice clothes, not sweats and dirty t-shirts. He wondered what had gotten into her.

For the past few days, she’d slowly cleaned up her act. She still could be slow to respond to his questions, and she’d put off her chores until the last minute, but they were getting done. She’d even stopped whining about how bad her life was.

The change was so noticeable, he’d even brought it up with his wife on her nightly call. Janice’s suggestion had been to give he room and show a little appreciation. He thought he’d give it a try.

Over lunch, which they’d eaten together for the first time he could remember, Heather confessed.

“I’m yalova escort sorry, Daddy. I’ve been thinking about things, about my future, and I’ve really been messing up. I’m going to try to do better.”

Harold was slightly taken aback. “You haven’t been that bad, nothing we can’t recover from. I’ll help you in any way I can, you know that.”

“I know. Lynn’s been telling me that I’m spoiled rotten. She’d never get away with the stuff I’ve done. Last time she got home past her curfew, she could barely sit the next day.”

Harold found his palms itching. Lynn? Barely sit? Jesus. That’s a dream come true.

“I’ve always thought she was the best of your friends, Heather.” What he really thought about the little waif was not something he’d willingly share.

Heather got up and cleared the table, then returned and stood beside her father, leaning back against the table.

“Daddy? Do you think that something like that might help me?” She asked quietly, her head bowed.

“Like what?” Harold asked.

“Punishing me when I’m bad. Not just take things away, but… you know, like Lynn.”

“I’m not sure I do. How is Lynn punished?” He asked, intentionally obtuse.

“She gets spanked.”

“Oh.” Harold was lost for words. Could this be for real?

They were both quiet. Several seconds of utter silence.

“Do you think that might help? I really do want to do better.” She asked, pushing.

“I…I guess it might. I mean, immediate feedback is always good. And that way the punishment is over with and you can go ahead with trying to do better.”

Heather leaned down and hugged her father tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. I hope I’ll never need it, but I’m so glad you’re willing to help me. Thank you.”

Harold could barely think straight. The image of his daughter bent over his lap, lifting her skirt and spanking her firm ass was burning in his brain.

Heather walked away with a smile and a sway in her step. “There,” she thought, “that was easier than I’d expected.”

* * *

The next day, she maintained the good girl routine, and after dinner, Harold thought she deserved a reward. While she loaded the dishwasher, he retired to the family room, and waited for her. When she appeared in the doorway he broke the good news.

“You know, Heather, I’m proud of you. Really. I don’t say it very often but I am. And I think we can return some of your privileges. You can have your phone back, and you can have a friend over.”

She ran to him, and climbed into his lap, something she hadn’t done in years. “Oh! Thank you Daddy. I’ll try to keep you proud of me.” She hugged him, and wiggled in his lap.

“Now don’t get carried away. You’re not off the hook yet.” He explained, shifting a little, feeling an uncomfortable stirring. “None of those boys are welcome over yet. You can have one of your girl friends visit, but you have to let me know.”

“Thank you, thank you!” she gushed and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. She slowly crawled off of his lap. “I’m glad you believe in me.”

She disappeared into her bedroom, and Harold thought some time spent in the study would be really good right now.

He shut things down before 10:00pm, thoroughly relaxed. He expected Janice to call soon, and check in. Her nightly calls were like clockwork, usually just for a couple of minutes. He wanted to update her on Heather’s new behavior.

Janice’s call was on time, as always, and they shared a short chat before he let Heather say hi. He told his wife that things were going well, and Heather was still behaving. He explained he’d returned her cell-phone to her.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Janice asked.

“No, but really she’s been so well behaved, I think she’s earned it.”

“That’s a pleasant surprise. I’m glad you’re getting along.” She didn’t add the words ‘for once’, although she thought them.

When the call was over, Heather stood in front of him, looking awkward. She was dressed in her nightshirt, and kept shifting from one bare foot to the other.

“What’s up, baby?” Harold asked. He looked her over, happy with her new look. She used to walk around with a tight t-shirt and panties, which seemed so sluttish for a teenager. Tonight she was wearing a long oversized t-shirt, light pink with a big eyed puppy on the front. She had big pink slippers on, as well. Damn she was cute.

“I’ve got a confession. I told you I’d applied to some schools, but I haven’t. I’m afraid it’s probably too late. I shouldn’t have lied about it.”

Harold took a deep breath. He had suspected as much. “I’m disappointed in you.”

“I know. And I thought I might have Lynn over tomorrow to help me fill out some applications. She’s already done all hers, and is going to Tech. She can help me.”

“I’m glad you’re taking responsibility for it. Thank you for being honest with me. If you need me to do anything, let me know.”

“I’ll need some checks to send in with the application.” Heather said softly.

“Just ordu escort let me know how many and how much.” Harold told her. He expected her to go, but she just stood there, as if she was waiting.

“Is there something else?”

“Are…are you going to punish me?” she asked.

Harold caught his breath. “I guess that would be the right thing to do. Even though you’re doing the right thing now, you shouldn’t get the impression it’s easy to get away with bad things.”

Harold walked into the family room and sat down on the ottoman. Heather was right behind him and as soon as he was seated, she leaned over and laid across his lap, her rear end positioned just over his right leg. She reached back and pulled her nightshirt down to cover her panties, but it just barely managed that.

Harold rested his left hand on her back, and tried to ignore the feeling of her nubile breasts pressed against his thigh. He slapped her far cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to make it felt.

“Oh!” Heather cried.

He stared at the thin material stretched across her firm young ass, and smacked the nearer cheek, just a little harder. He heard his daughter hiss between her teeth.

He smacked her again, alternating cheeks, and let his hand linger a little longer after each one, until he was almost caressing her rear with each stroke.

On the sixth one she cried out, “Ow! Daddy, I’m sorry I was bad.”

He gave her a couple more firm strokes, the last one the hardest yet.

“Please, Daddy, no more, I’ll be good. I promise!” She was wriggling under his attack, and her night shirt had pulled up, exposing half of her panty clad butt. She reached back with her loose hand to cover her bottom, but Harold leaned across, catching her wrist in his hand, and kept her exposed.

“Two more, Princess. I hate to do it but you have to learn,” he lied.

He spanked her softer, landing on her bare panty, the angle of his blow exposing her rear even more.

He gave her the last smack. It was almost a pat, rubbing her, and he let his hand linger longer than he should, giving her ass a little squeeze as he finished. “That’s it.”

She slowly got up and to his surprise sat in his lap, apparently unaware of his hardness. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear-stained. “I’m sorry Daddy, but thank you for punishing me. It’ll help me remember.” Then she hugged him tightly.

He held his baby girl in his arms and rocked her. “Whatever I can do to help you, you know I always will.”

She hugged him tighter, wiggling in his lap. “I know Daddy.”

He held her for a long time, gently in his arms, while his hands stroked her back and calmed her.

Once she’d gone to bed, he hurried to his study. He felt guilty as hell for the thoughts running through his head. He wondered if Jeff, Lynn’s father, felt the same.

* * *

While the girls frolicked in the pool, Harold watched them from the window of his study. He found himself continuously dreaming of bending them over his knee, while they took turns being punished. He pictured there sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. Of course he’d noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before did he have thoughts like these.

“I thought you’d be grounded for the rest of the summer,” Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun.

“I’m working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon.” Heather said, drying herself off before laying out.

“That would be pretty amazing. How’s that possible?” Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer.”

That got Lynn’s full attention. “You’re shitting me!”

“Not a bit. What’s with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?” Heather laughed.

“So he’s spanking you now?” Lynn asked

“Just once so far. I hinted at your getting it too.”

“Heather. Please, tell me that you’re kidding.”

“Nope. You inspired me.” Heather laughed, stretching out.

“Jesus, Heather. You didn’t say anything about Jeff spanking me, did you?”

Heather sighed. “I had to do something.”

“Fuck! I’m dead.” Lynn whined.

“Oh, come on. He’s not going to say anything. And you told me how after you got yours, he felt so bad he finally bought you that sweet car,” Heather said.

Lynn was quiet. “Heather. I didn’t tell you everything. He’s been looking for reasons to spank me, and they’re getting a little out of hand.”

Heather turned on her side and looked over at her friend. “How’s that?”

“He expects me to be bare-assed when he does it, and he’s been touching me during and after,” Lynn confessed. “Sometimes he wants to use more than his hand.”

“Oh my God, Lynn! Did you tell your Mom?”

Lynn just looked at her. “I don’t want to.” She hurriedly added, “He treats me so good now, buys me anything I want, I could get away with murder, and it would only earn me another hot whipping.”

Heather looked at her friend in amazement. “Wow. Do you like it.”

Lynn looked almost in tears. “I hate it.” She heaved a big sigh. “I love it.”

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The sound of the phone ringing. Again.

Liz rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Unblinking green numbers told her that it was 8:30am. “It’s Saturday.” She moaned, stretching her arms above her head. Unfortunately she didn’t need to check the caller ID to know who was calling. Again. For the last week, the phone had rung constantly; either the house phone or her cell phone rang with an insistent quality that was slowly making her insane.

Picking up the receiver she said, “Hello?”

“Aunt Liz?” Tyler’s hopeful voice echoed in her ear. Like a bad dream, she thought. No, that’s not right, she corrected herself. He’s just being 18. And you know damn well you set this whole thing in motion with your foolish actions.

“Hi Tyler. Did you know that it’s only 8:30 on Saturday?” And I was going to sleep in because the kids are at camp and Brian’s out of town, she didn’t bother to say the words out loud. But you know that since you’ve called every freakin’ day for the last two weeks.

“Yeah, but dad said to come over and cut the grass since Uncle Brian’s been out of town. And I wanted to make sure you were up.” His excited voice rolled over her like a blanket of cold snow.

“Tyler, I’m up now. Thanks.” She tried to keep her voice emotionless because she was afraid that he would take any softening in her attitude as encouragement. She’d managed to avoid all of his calls; dodging the questioning looks that Brian and the girls threw her way when Tyler called the house and her cell repeatedly.

“He’s having girl problems.” She told them. “And he thinks that I can help and I can’t.” Somewhat true; just not divulging to her family that she was the source of his girl problems.

“So can I come over?” He sounded like a puppy; one that she couldn’t possibly kick.

“Yeah, come over. Give me a while to get showered and dressed.” Perhaps not the best image to give him. “You can’t cut the grass until 9:00 anyway. The cops will come and take you away.” She teased him in spite of herself and was rewarded with a chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll be over at 9:00. And if you’re not quite dressed, that would be okay too.”

“Bye Tyler.” She hung up the phone and stared down at the wedding rings on her finger in contemplation. Only two weeks ago she’d given the boy the night of a lifetime and then turned him out like last-year’s Christmas tree. Sent him home to his parents and came home to this house wracked with guilt over what she’d done. Luckily Brian had still been asleep in the chair and she’d been able to drop her cum soaked cami and grass stained shorts in the wash before anyone could question her appearance. And when Tyler started calling her, looking for round two, she had ignored him, guilt making her unable to even say his name before today.

A week ago Brian had taken the girls to soccer camp before he left on a business trip and Liz had been afraid that Tyler would drop in, confronting her on her poor treatment of him. With no ready answers, she would have been uncomfortable to have him alone in the house with her. Like today.

“Quick shower.” She said as she hopped out of the bed. A glimpse in the mirror of her tanned legs under the short black nightgown made zonguldak escort her stop and consider her body objectively. Running her hands over her breasts, she remembered the feel of Tyler’s soft skin in her hands. The way he felt in her mouth, the sound he made as he came against her. Her fingers stroked the soft skin between her thighs and she said aloud, “My god, I’m soaking wet just thinking about him.”

“Tyler’s coming over.” She told the image in the mirror, frowning at herself and making lines in her forehead. “And you are SO not going to seduce him in this empty house on this empty bed…..or else.”

Liz was sitting decorously on the back deck when Tyler’s rusty Escort pulled into the driveway some twenty minutes later. A pink sundress covered her skin and a pair of dark sunglasses hid her eyes from his view.

“Hey Aunt Liz.” He bounded out of the car just like the puppy she imagined him to be. Easily excited and eager for new experiences. “Or do I get to just call you Liz?” A wide smile on his face made her realize that he wasn’t going to forget and move on.

Dismayed, she stood and said, “Tyler, it’s time get over what happened. It was a mistake; what I did was so very wrong and it won’t happen again. You’re too young to realize that what I did was hideously inappropriate.”

The sun glinted off the red highlights in his dark hair as Tyler shook his head. “You know, I’ve jacked off every night since then, imagining your mouth on me again. It was not a mistake and I want it to happen again. Look…”

He stepped up on the deck and as he came towards her Liz could see the bulge in his pants. “This is because of you. Because of what your mouth felt like on my body. I’ve been dying for you to be inappropriate with me again.” A silly grin lit his features and Liz felt herself melting…again.

“Tyler, you were going to mow the grass. Your Uncle Brian is due home this afternoon so you need to get busy.”

“I want to get busy with you.” He was closer yet and Liz stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“No way Tyler. Just mow the grass and go home.” She took several steps back and said, “The mower is in the garage. I’ll go write out a check.”

“Don’t want your money.” His voice was sulky now and Liz was reminded again of his youthfulness. “What the hell? I’m not good enough any more?”

“The mower is in the garage.” Liz repeated and opened the door into the house, walking away from him. Sweat rolled down her back into the hollow of her spine, making her aware that summer had come with a passion. She forced herself to ignore the sounds of mowing outside; organizing some bills to be paid and emptying the dishwasher. Simple housework took over her mind, distracting her from wondering what Tyler was thinking as he mowed.

So absorbed was she in the tasks that she failed to hear the back door open and Tyler enter the house. Until he touched her arm with a sweaty hand.

“I’m done.” He stood in front of her, the sweat dripping from his body making his copper skin glisten. At some point he’d taken off his shirt and she found herself admiring his body against all common sense. And as she stared, his erection grew again and strained bursa escort against his silky gym shorts.

“Thanks….for…mowing…the grass.” The words stumbled from her dry lips and she used her tongue to moisten them. Aware that he was watching her do it. “Let me get that check.”

This time it was his hand that stopped her movement. Gripping her upper arm, he said hoarsely, “Liz, I’ve been dreaming about you nonstop. I get a hardon at work ’cause I’m so horny for you. I wake up every morning with a hardon, dreaming about you. Despite the fact that I jerk off every chance I get. Don’t do this to me.”

“I’m not doing anything. That’s the whole point.” Liz averted her eyes from the pleading face before her. “C’mon Tyler. Let me get the check.”

“No way.” His voice was jagged with emotion. “No check. I want a different kind of payment from you.”

Gripping her wrists with one hand, Tyler pushed her against the cabinets, his mouth hard on hers. “I want you so much Liz. I dream about having you like this every day.” His mouth moved down to her neck, licking and sucking on the soft skin.

Wrestling against his grip, Liz said, “Tyler, I’ve had two weeks to think about what happened and I was wrong. You can’t do this to make it right.”

“It doesn’t have to be right. It just has to be what it is.” His lips returned to her mouth and he kissed her roughly again, forcing her head back with the pressure. Grinding against her body, making her feel the hardness of his erection. Suddenly, as if aware of her discomfort, he softened his mouth and sucked gently on her tongue. Teasing her with his mouth instead of punishing her.

Liz’s head hung limply backward, long blonde hair hanging down her back, coherent thought an impossibility as Tyler’s hands ran over her breasts and down to the hem of her dress.

Pushing the dress up over her hips, he dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over the soft skin of her stomach. Liz moaned aloud as he stroked his tongue along the straight line of her boy shorts, remembering how she had teased him the same way. His mouth kissed the silky material down to the center of her thighs, sliding his thumb beneath the elastic as he pressed her legs apart.

Now Liz’s hands gripped his hair, holding on as though he would have to support her entire body weight, her legs no longer able to do so. “Tyler..” She moaned as his thumb thrust into her body.

“You are so wet.” He stroked her. “Look at me.”

Liz opened her eyes and looked down at the sight of her nephew kneeling between her legs, even as his thumb continued to caress her. His eyes were ablaze with desire and he commanded, “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to stop this? Be honest with yourself and with me already.”

He pulled his thumb from under the elastic and put it into his mouth, sucking it as she watched. “You taste so good. I want to bury my face in you.” Watching her eyes as he thrust his thumb inside of her again, aware of the effect of his stroking on her body.

“Oh Tyler.” Liz’s voice cracked, the desire in her voice obvious to both of them.

“Tell me.” He demanded. “Say it.”

“I don’t want you malatya escort to stop.” She groaned. “I want this as much as you do.”

And was rewarded immediately with him pulling the shorts down over her hips and knees to the floor, his mouth returning instantly to her thighs, hands caressing her skin as he pushed them apart.

“Let me see you.” His tone was almost begging and Liz sank to the floor beside him, allowing him to press her down with her back against the hard tile. Head back, staring at the ceiling; she felt him spread her thighs and closed her eyes against the desire to have him admire her body.

“You are,” As he touched her gently he spoke softly, “You are so amazing.” Running his fingers over her belly and down against her wetness, he leaned over her body and kissed her mouth deeply, sliding two fingers inside of her as he teased her mouth with his lips. Thrusting in time with the kissing, he could feel the spasming of Liz’s body against his hand.

“Tyler, I’m cumming.” She groaned, “Don’t stop.”

“Won’t.” He continued to thrust his fingers rapidly, encouraging her with his voice. “Cum for me Lizzie, I want to taste you when you cum.”

Bucking against his fingers, Liz cried out “Oh my god, Tyler. Now.”

The feel of Tyler’s tongue against her flesh took Liz over the edge of the orgasm and she arched her back, thrashing her head against the cold tile. “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.” Chanting his name as she dug her fingers into his scalp. “That feels so good, oh don’t stop.”

The ringing of the phone jarred her from the intensity of the orgasm. Tyler sat back, eyes wide, staring at her as they both listened to the recorder echoing from above them on the counter.

“Hi honey. Just letting you know that I’m on my way home from the airport. Just passing the mall now. Be home soon.” Brian’s voice boomed over the mild static from his cell phone. Both listeners could hear the excitement in his voice. “Can’t wait to see you – been a long week without you darling.”

“Fuck.” Tyler whispered, as if his uncle could hear him; could see him between Liz’s knees, could see the evidence of her orgasm on his face.

“Fuck is it.” She struggled to her feet, fumbling with her dress and hair. “Go, go home Tyler. He’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

The stared at each other for a moment and Tyler glanced ruefully at the erection that still tented his pants. “Guess we’ll have to take care of this another time.”

“On your own darling. GO.” Liz grabbed him by the shoulders and hurried him to the door. “I’ll drop that check in the mail.”

“Don’t.” Tyler turned back and enveloped her in a hug. “I love you Aunt Liz. And I’m really looking forward to the next time Uncle Brian goes out of town.”

“GO.” She repeated, watching as he bolted out the door and into his car. Forcing herself not to wave at him like an idiot. “Somehow, I don’t think that it’s gonna be that long Tyler.” Feeling the slick wetness of her thighs, remembering the ease with which he’d brought her to an orgasm, she clenched her fists against the desire to call him back to finish what they’d started. Calculating in her head just how long it would be until Brian left on another business trip, Liz went back into the house to find her shorts before Brian came home and questioned their absence. He’d never imagine that she would greet him without them. That’s what lovers do, not wives, he’d tell her. And she would smile to herself, imagining her lover’s reaction when his hands roamed beneath her dress the next time they met.

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Eric leans out of the car window to punch in the security code to our dad’s estate. The massive gates swing open and we make our way toward the main house. I haven’t been back here since before I started school last year. Dad and Ava came to my graduation a few weeks ago but they didn’t invite me to come home afterward, so I’ve been living with Eric and his roommate Jon since I left school. Since Jon just graduated from college, I’ll be moving into his old room soon; a step up from the lumpy sofa I’ve been sleeping on.

“Do you think this was a good idea Eric?” I’ll admit I’m nervous about what will happen when we go into the house.

“No, I don’t think it was a good idea. It was a fantastic idea. It took a few months, but we finally got the proof we need to send Ava packing. Or at the very least keep her under our thumb until dad finally gets tired of her. Lighten up Chad, we did dad a favor. Just follow my lead when we get in there. I have it all worked out.”

When dad married Ava five years ago, Eric and I both had a crush on our gorgeous new stepmom. At twenty-four, she was closer to our age than dad’s. She looked like she had stepped right out of the playboy mansion. My brother and I spent the entire summer that year in our pool, admiring our new mom’s perky D cup tits spilling out of her string bikini. She seemed to get off making her teenage stepsons drool over her. Whenever dad wasn’t around she liked to sunbathe without the bikini top, so Eric and I had an unobstructed view of her perfect tits.

When we went back to boarding school later in the year and Ava had our dad all to herself, she began her campaign to distance him from us. So for the past few years Eric and I have basically been outcasts. Dad pays for our education, and our apartment, but not much else. But the worst part was we no longer had the close relationship with him that we used to have. He allowed his hot, young wife to push his sons out of his life.

Eric was suspicious that Ava was cheating on dad, so he asked Jon’s older brother Dave to seduce her a few months ago. Dave is a bartender at dad’s club and an out of work actor. He has flirted with Ava since he started working there, so when Dave turned up the heat Ava apparently never suspected anything was up. Dave called Eric earlier to let him know he was at the estate with Ava and had photos and video of the two of them together. So here we are.

“Dad must be away on business.” We walk up to the door and let ourselves in.

“Gee, ya think? Or maybe he sat in the corner of the room and watched some random guy fuck his wife for the fun of it. Of course he isn’t here dickwad.”

Dave is coming down the stairs as we walk in. He’s tucking his shirt into the pants of his bartender uniform. “My shift starts in ten minutes, so I have to run. I’ll text the pictures to your phone Eric. Hey man, you might want to go check on Ava. She’s been drinking pretty heavy tonight. She obviously can’t hold her liquor. She passed out before I even pulled out of her.”

“Any problems getting the pictures?”

“Nah man, I set my Gopro on the nightstand while she was in the bathroom. She never even noticed it. Good stuff on here.” Dave patted his jacket pocket. “I’ll jack off to this every chance I get. Your mom is a good lay.”

“Stepmom fethiye escort – and don’t forget this is just between us. If half the city knows about you fucking her I’ll have nothing to hold over her.”

“Yeah sure, no problem. I gotta go.”

Eric and I went up to the bedroom as Dave walked out. The house is dead quiet so Ava must still be sleeping. The door isn’t closed all the way so we walk in and Eric flips the light on. Ava is sprawled on the bed nude, her legs are wide open. “Wake up stepmommy dearest.” Eric says loudly as we walk over to the bed.

Ava hasn’t moved. “Chad, make sure she’s still breathing. Ah, gross, that motherfucker.” Eric looks down at something he stepped on. A used condom is on the floor at the foot of the bed. “He couldn’t have thrown that shit in the trash?”

I hold my hand just above Ava’s nose and mouth, and feel her warm breath on me. “Yeah, she’s breathing. Just sleeping it off, or maybe she passed out.”

“Wake up Ava.” Eric reaches down and pinches her nipple. She still doesn’t move but her nipple hardens as he plays with it. He continues to fondle her, alternately squeezing the ripe globe and tugging at her now erect nipple. It’s the color of a ripe berry and my mouth waters just thinking about getting a taste of it. Eric looks over at me. “Go for it man, play with the other one. You don’t mind do you Ava?” Still no reaction. “See, she doesn’t mind.”

I reach over and cup the other breast in my hand. I look at Ava’s face to see if she is reacting in any way as I’m playing with her. She never opens her eyes, but the nipple is erect. I bend down and start sucking, I can’t help myself. “That’s it bro, now you’re getting into it.” I’m barely listening though. I’m too caught up in the ripe nipple in my mouth. My tongue swirls around it then I flick it quickly, and it gets even harder.

“Oh fuck yeah, even in her sleep she craves sex. You want me to make your pussy feel good Ava? Get good and wet for me and I’ll give you a big surprise.”

I finally raise up from her breast and my mouth makes a light pop as it reluctantly gives up the unexpected treat. I look down and Eric’s right hand is between Ava’s legs. “What are you doing?”

“Playing with her clit to see if I can make her wet. It’s working, she’s getting nice and wet for me. You’re loving this aren’t you Ava? You keep creaming for me and I might have to slide my dick in there and fuck you.”

“Eric, you can’t do that, she’s passed out.”

“She wants it, trust me. Remember how she used to tease us years ago? She wanted us then but we were jailbait. That’s not a problem anymore.” Eric reaches down and opens his pants. He pulls his dick out and strokes it a couple of times and positions himself between her legs. “If she was fully awake right now she’d be begging me for this. But her body knows what it wants, why else would she be responding to us?” He reaches down, guides his dick into her and pushes in. “Ah fuck, our stepmama has a sweet pussy.” Eric starts pumping in and out, and I stare down at their bodies joining. I can’t seem to look away. Ava still isn’t moving, but Eric’s dick is coated in her juices. My own dick is painfully hard. Between sucking her tit and watching my brother pound into alanya escort her pussy, it won’t take much to make me blow. I look at Ava’s tits again and they’re bouncing with Eric’s thrusts. I bend down and start sucking her nipple again, I need to do something besides watch.

A couple of minutes later Eric stops thrusting. I look down and he’s pinching her clit again. “That’s it Ava, squeeze my dick baby. Mmm, fuck that feels good. You like having my big dick inside your juicy little cunt don’t you?” Eric keeps talking to Ava, telling her she’s the best pussy he ever had and how he loves being balls deep inside her. I tune him out and start sucking again. This I’m comfortable with. I’ve never gotten past second base with a girl, so nipples are familiar territory for me, pussies not so much.

Soon after Eric starts thrusting again I raise up and start to back away. “Where are you going bro? You can’t leave in the middle of this party.” I need to go jack off. My dick is going to explode any time now. I start to make up some lame excuse to get out of here when Eric interrupts me. “Besides, it’s your turn now. I think dear ole mom would be disappointed if she didn’t get a chance to enjoy both of her boys.” Eric pulls out of her and his dick is still hard. I assumed he would keep going until he came. “Go on Chad, slide into that hot pussy, you won’t be sorry.”

Before I lose my nerve, I quickly undo my pants. Like Eric, I don’t take them all the way off, just enough to pull my dick out. So my first time will be with my sleeping stepmom. A guy has to start somewhere. I run my fingers down her soft, slick pussy. No hair to obstruct my view of her pretty pink cunt. I spread her open and push my dick into her tight, wet heat. Fuuckkk!!! I close my eyes and try to think of something else. Anything. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. And I don’t want to come yet.

“Best pussy ever huh bro?” Eric interrupts my attempts to get myself under control. “Could you imagine how good she would be if she was awake?” I look up at Eric and he’s using his thumb to open her mouth. He uses his other hand to guide his dick into her mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing?” My own dilemma is temporarily forgotten. “You can’t come in her mouth while she’s sleeping, she’ll choke to death.”

“I’m not planning to come in her mouth dickwad. I just wanted the pleasure of seeing her lips wrapped around my dick for a minute.” He reaches down for her hand and lays it at the base of his dick. By the time he’s finished it looks like she’s holding onto him. Eric reaches into his pants pocket, pulls out his phone and tosses it to me. “Get a picture of this man. And make sure you get both of our faces in the picture too. I’ll want to show her later how much fun she had with me.”

I quickly take a couple of pictures of Eric pinching her nipple as she holds his dick in her mouth. No sucking going on, but you can’t really tell. I toss the phone back to Eric and start thrusting into Ava. At least I didn’t embarrass myself by coming when I first pushed into her. Eric’s nonsense allowed me to get past the urge to come right away. I’m really getting into it and suddenly I hear Eric again. “Smile bro.” I look up and he’s taking a picture of me fucking manavgat escort Ava.

“What the fuck! I don’t want you taking a picture of me fucking her.”

“Sure you do. It’s not every day my little brother loses his virginity. This is a monumental occasion.” I try to ignore him and concentrate on the task at hand. How did he even know I was a virgin? I fuck Ava faster. I’m so close. “This is hot – Ava taking both of our dicks at the same time.” Eric is holding her mouth open with his thumb again to keep her teeth away from his dick as I thrust into her harder. He’s right, it is hot watching her take both of us.

Erick suddenly pulls out of her mouth and grabs his dick, tugging hard at his thick erection over her breasts. “I’m about to come. And I really want these beauties covered in it.”

I’m about to come too. Watching Eric come all over her breasts seemed to trigger my own orgasm. I come inside her, making her already slick pussy even wetter. When I finally pull out a gush of cum follows. Her tits are covered with Eric’s cum. He is already back in his pants by the time I’m able to back off and put my own dick away. We can’t leave her like this, so I go into the bathroom and get a wet cloth to clean her up.

“Such a gentleman. I raised you right Chad.” Eric chuckles as I clean our cum off of Ava.

“I came inside her. Do you think that will be a problem?” It never occurred to me to wear a condom. Not that I had one on me anyway.

“No big deal, I came inside her too.”

“You did? But you were still hard when you pulled out.”

Eric’s face turns pink. “Yeah, actually I came too soon. She felt so good I came within just a couple of minutes. So I played with her clit for a while until I got hard again. Maybe one of us will be a daddy in nine months huh?” Eric laughs.

“Don’t even joke about that. So what now?” I ask, tossing the cloth into the bathroom.

Eric’s wicked smile made me relax. He always managed to land on his feet in any situation. “Plan B is already forming in my head. This didn’t quite go the way I expected, but I’m not complaining. Tomorrow you and I will have a long talk with Ava regarding our new relationship. I don’t think she will have time to fuck other men when she’s trying to please her husband and stepsons. We just got the upper hand bro. Life is good.”

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It turns out Eric was right about Ava. When we talked to her the next day she wasn’t pissed that we fucked her the night before while she was passed out. She gave up her other men and focused on dad, Eric and me. Eric and I moved back in with them and since dad travels a lot we spent more time fucking her than he did. Ava did announce she was pregnant a few months later. We had no idea at the time which of us was the father, but I’m fairly certain it wasn’t my dad. We still don’t have a close relationship with dad like we used to. Since we were fucking his wife behind his back we were awkward with him. My little brother Kyle is six years old now and he’s damn near my clone, but I’ll probably never know for sure if he’s my son. Eric moved out and got married a couple of years ago. He is surprisingly devoted to his wife and hasn’t fucked Ava since he became engaged. I’m getting married tomorrow but I’m having a hard time giving Ava up. Becca wanted to wait until after we were married to move in with me, so I’ve been living alone in our new house the past few months. Ava came over last night and I ended up fucking her twice in the bed that I will be sharing with Becca. Ava promised me a blow job before the ceremony tomorrow to calm my nerves. I’m looking forward to it.

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After aunt Dorothy told me that uncle Ron was actually my father I was stunned, but looking at the photo of him when he was my age I totally believed her, the likeness between us was unmistakable.

“So, I’m actually having sex with my step mum?” I asked.

“Yes Paul, I’m so sorry that you had to find out the truth like this, but once we started having sex I was hooked and I’ve fallen in love with you. I understand if you want to end it but I’m happy to carry on seeing you.”

“Your mum and Uncle Ron had an illicit affair for a few months until your Dad discovered them together. There was a massive fallout about it but over many years we all forgave each other, it was obvious that Ron had made your mum pregnant because your dad had a vasectomy after they had their second baby.”

I felt sick at learning this, but I really loved my Dad and he will always be my dad, that will never change.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you, I want to be with you forever.” I said.

“That’s great, I feel the same, but let’s keep it secret for now, people won’t understand us being together so soon after Ron’s death.” Replied Aunt Dorothy.

As I looked at Aunt Dorothy a feeling of extreme lust came over me, I wanted her now. I grabbed her arse and kissed her, I pulled her tight to my body and rubbed my ever hardening cock against her pussy. “Fuck me right here” Said Aunt Dorothy.

She lifted her dress up around her waist and I dropped my pants around my ankles, she bent over the back of the sofa and offered herself to me, I slid her panties down and they fell to her ankles where she took one foot out of them, I dropped to my knees then parted her arse cheeks and breathed in her pussy and arse aroma.

I licked her arse hole and put the tip of my tongue just inside causing her to gasp.

“Ooh that’s nice” she said.

I moved my tongue down into her open pussy and it was soaking with her juices. I lapped up her beautiful sweet juices then stood up, I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her wet slit coating my cock in her juices, I teasingly placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her arse and pushed very gently, “not there baby, put it in my pussy.”

I moved the head of my cock to her gaping pussy and shoved it all the way into her, slowly I fucked her wet hole and then felt her fingers touching my balls each time I buried it deep inside her, she rubbed furiously at her clit as I continued thrusting in her, “I’m going to cum.” I said.

“Me too.”

I pulled out of her and rested my cock between her arse cheeks as it pulsated and emptied it’s üsküdar escort load between her cheeks, my cum dripped down her arse and onto her pussy. As aunt Dorothy rubbed her clit I inserted the head of my cum covered cock just inside her arse hole and felt her pussy throbbing as she came too.

She quickly stood up and my cock fell out of her, as did our combined fuck juice.

I pushed her forward again and fell to my knees, I opened her pussy using my thumbs each side of her gash and licked the remaining cum from her, we stood up and shared a very sloppy kiss.

“You’re learning a lot very quickly.”

“Mmm well, I’ve got the best teacher ever.”

Then out of the blue Aunt Dorothy said “why don’t you move in here with me?”

“But everyone will know about us.”

“No, we’ll tell your mum that I need someone here with me as I’m afraid to be alone.”

“I’d love to, if you can clear it with mum then I’ll do it.”

“Ok Paul, leave it to me, I’ll tell her you can stay in the spare room, but you can sleep with me every night.”

Aunt Dorothy wasted no time in getting my mum’s permission for me to move in with her, I emptied my bedroom and moved in the same day, I put all my things in the spare room as planned.

After my shower this morning I decided to shave off all my pubic hair. I’d never done it before but it felt amazing.

I got dressed and went downstairs and cuddled Aunt Dorothy from behind and pressed my cock between her arse cheeks as I groped her big boobs, “come to bed I have a surprise for you.” I said.

As soon as we were in the bedroom Aunt Dorothy took over, she was clearly hungry for my cock. She unzipped my jeans and helped them down my legs, I stepped out of them and she grabbed my cock through my boxers, she made a noise best described as purring like a cat as she stroked it and squeezed it. Then she started to nibble it, I was desperate for her to release it and put her sexy, red wet lips around it. I didn’t wait long as she slowly slid my boxers down exposing it inch by inch. Finally my cock sprung free, “oooooooooh.” Said Aunt Dorothy as she put her hand around it and moved her mouth ever nearer.

She caressed my balls with her other hand as she inspected my whole groin area, “I’ve never touched or even seen such a smooth shaved cock on a grown man, it’s lovely, so much cleaner and nicer looking than one covered in pubic hair.”

She slowly pushed back my foreskin and exposed my wet pre cum covered head, she poked her tongue out and put the tip on gaziemir escort my wetness then pulled her head back a little as a strand of my juice trailed from my cock to her tongue. She then put my cock between her lips and wiped the head of my cock around her lips causing her lipstick to smudge a little, she sucked my juices into her mouth and then wrapped her lips around my cock and slid her mouth down my length, “oh god, that feels amazing.” I said as her head moved up and down the length of my cock, soaking it in her saliva and my own juices.

I sat down on the edge of the bed as Aunt Dorothy kneeled down feasting on my hard cock, she licked my balls then the underneath of my cock until she reached the tip then gave it a gentle nibble as she giggled with delight. As she stroked the base of my cock her mouth sucked the head of my cock and moved up and down the shaft, it felt wonderful and I wanted to cum. “We better change places before it’s too late.” I said.

Aunt Dorothy sat on the edge of the bed and laid back, she lifted her legs up and I kneeled down in front of that beautiful sight of her pantie clad pussy.

There was a large wet spot easily visible in her tight cotton panties so I began licking it, it tasted really sweet almost as sweet as honey. Her clit produced a small lump in her panties and I licked it slowly at first, she demanded I licked harder and faster and pushed my head hard into her pussy, very quickly she came and shook and screamed. Her juices had now soaked her panties so I started to remove them.

She arched her back and I pulled them down from her arse leaving just her pussy covered, slowly I revealed her pussy, I first saw her dark hair, I continued to pull them down and her clit hood was revealed quickly followed by her slit.

The panties were now off and discarded to the floor, I licked her inner thighs as my hand cupped her pussy, with my fingers on her clit. I then parted her outer lips with my thumbs and stared in wonderment at her beautiful perfect pink tight pussy.

Her wetness was dripping from her and my tongue was hungry to stop it escaping. I licked up the oozing juices and tasted every drop on my tongue before swallowing it then I kissed her pussy with the same passion I’d kissed her mouth earlier, my tongue was inside her as my lips met her inner pussy lips, my nose was circling her clit as I continued to French kiss her beautiful wet tasty cunt. “Oh my god, don’t stop, that’s fucking amazing.” Said Aunt Dorothy.

I had no intention of stopping and kissed and sancaktepe escort tongued her until she screamed and I felt her pussy pulsate on my tongue, I didn’t waste a single drop of her sweet juices that were now pouring from her. My whole face was covered in her cunt juice as I rubbed my face all over her pussy. Her heels were digging into my shoulder blades as she pulled me into her, I sucked on her tender clit and nibbled it gently with my lips and teeth. I then put just one finger inside her pussy as I continued to suck her clit and it felt so tight I was desperate to get my cock inside her, she came again as the walls of her cunt gripped my finger. I pulled my finger from her pussy and it was soaking so I put it in my mouth and sucked it clean.

Aunt Dorothy was still on the edge of the bed and I stood up, my cock was at the perfect height to her pussy, grabbing her legs behind her knees she lifted them up to her chest offering me the wonderful view of her pussy and arse hole. But there was only one hole that interested me right now. “Fuck me, I can’t wait any longer.” She demanded.

“My pleasure.” I replied.

My cock was rock hard and leaking a lot of pre cum, I wiped it all over my cock and held my cock at the entrance to her soaking dripping cunt, I wiped the head up and down the length of her slit and pushed gently so it was just between her outer lips, then I rubbed the under side of my cock over her clit but couldn’t wait any longer, I slid it down from her clit to her hole and with a gentle push it easily slid inside her, my full length was inside her and my balls were pressed against her arse.

Aunt Dorothy released her grip on her legs and opened them wide, I took hold of her legs and started thrusting myself in and out of her and watched her big tits wobble in time with my thrusts, she grabbed her tits and roughly squeezed them and thrust her groin back at me. I was in heaven and needed to come but wanted this to last, I slowed right down and she moved so my cock fell out of her, she crawled further onto the bed on all fours and I got onto the bed behind her, I slid my cock back into her and grabbed her hips and fucked her like I’ve never fucked before. I felt her hand move between her legs and she rubbed her clit furiously. “Cum in me, do it now I’m going to cum.” She said.

That put me over the edge and I shot spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum inside her throbbing wet cunt as she came too. I held onto her soft hips and felt my tender cock softening inside her. I pulled out and a stream of juices shot from her pussy onto the bed, Aunt Dorothy fell forward breathless onto the bed and I laid beside her cuddling her.

“I love my new life with you, this is beyond all my wildest fantasies Aunt Dorothy.”

“Well if you’re happy do you fancy going away on holiday with me for a few weeks somewhere warm and exotic where we can be free to be a couple.”

“Yes, that sounds perfect, let’s do it.”

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