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I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping, that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town.

I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel’s reception desk to check in, to attend a conference being hosted by Hewlett Packard. The bank that I am employed at was beginning the process to upgrading six of their servers before the fall of 2018.

As I approached the reception area filled with guests lounging on the many couches, with their eyes glued to the screens of their cell phones, or rolling travel bags across the newly laid carpet, the sight of the young lady behind the counter that was focused on the screen in front her as she spoke on the phone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She also made my cock twitch, involuntarily.

It was as though I was looking at a ghost from my past. As if I had traveled back in time and was staring at a past lover. A very pretty and sexually adventurous lover. Jacqueline Valentine.

Jacqueline was twenty-three years old. We had spent a summer and a fall together, long ago. We met at the bar she worked at during her final year of university. She was twelve years younger than me. I was her first older lover. She told me that she had always been sexually attracted to older men but, she never imagined that the sex would be so satisfying, and in my particular case, so satisfyingly deviant and dirty.

The clone of the Jacqueline I remembered with a great fondness looked up at me as she placed the handset of the phone back on its cradle. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?” she cheerfully greeted me.

I cleared my throat to give myself time to gather my thoughts before I replied to the young lady that had me rattled. Her voice was almost identical to Jacqueline’s. I stared at her in silence for much longer than was appropriate in any social circumstance. She had the same big, green eyes, the same full lips curled in an identical smile, the same perfect white teeth, and the same long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Memories of how I had trained Jacqueline to please me flashed through my mind like a movie being played back at one thousand times the speed of the standard 29.97 frames per second.

The clone remained unfazed, patiently waiting with a smile for my reply.

“Forgive me for staring,” I paused and darted my eyes to the gold name tag with black letters pinned to her jacket above her left breast. “Allegra. I was not being rude. You bear a striking resemblance to a very beautiful young lady I knew many years ago.”

Allegra broadened her smile, twisted her torso away from me and pointed to a series of employee photographs on the wall behind her. “Everyone says that I look exactly like my mother. I think I look much younger.” Allegra giggled as I looked to where here delicate, slender finger was directing my eyes to.

Framed in blue, shiny plastic was a picture of a smiling Jacqueline. Albeit; many years older than I remembered her, but still just as pretty. The plaque at the bottom of the picture read – Jacqueline La Fontaine – Regional Manager.

“You knew my mother back in the day?” Allegra asked innocently. The coy grin on her face hinted there was something not so innocent bubbling inside her. My heart thumped and my cock twitched.

I nodded, “Yes, while she was attending university. Please tell her I say hello, Allegra.”

“Of course! She’ll get a kick out of it,” she smiled and asked for my name.

“Gil Renard. Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you, Allegra,” I smiled as she typed on a keyboard that was out of my view, and then put together a key pass kit for me.

“Mom and dad return from Aruba, next week. I’m sorry you won’t get to say hello to her in person.” Allegra had lowered her voice and leaned ever so slightly towards me to inform me that her parents where away on vacation. “Your room is on the fourth floor, number 421; the elevators are down the hall and to your left. The pool re-opens to our guests tonight, at eight pm. I get off at six, and am going for a swim before it is available to the guests. If you wish to join me, I would love to hear all about my mother’s exploits before she got married. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Renard. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Allegra spoke bolder and her tone was void of any concealed innocence as she invited me for a tête-à-tête by the pool.

I nodded and smiled, “I would love to hear what Jacqueline has been up to, and to get to know you.” I turned and made my way to the elevators. My cock grew hard at the thought of Allegra in a bikini. She was a few inches taller than her mother. But had the same slim body type and all of Jacqueline’s gentle curves. I was curious if Allegra preferred her sex as filthy as her mother did. I was hoping I would be provided Sikiş the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.

A few minutes before six, the phone in my room rang. Allegra asked if I was ready to meet her at the pool. I replied that I was on my way. She was waiting for me by the doors that led to the pool. She smiled, turned around and swiped a key card across the door’s lock. She entered the pool area and held the door open for me.

Her bikini top was very revealing. It was no more than two yellow strings across her shoulders and one around her back, with miniscule, yellow triangles covering her jutting nipples. She had a towel wrapped tight around her slim waist, and another towel rolled up and tucked under her arm.

I followed her to a row of chairs at the shallow end of the pool, staring at her hips as they swayed from side to side. Her tight ass cheeks danced beneath the snow white towel as she walked on the tips of her toes. I could sense the coy grin on her face. She knew damn well I was staring at her tight, young ass. And that knowledge made her clit tingle.

She placed the towel from under her arm onto a chair and unrolled it. She reached for the flask that was hidden in the towel and handed it to me. “It’s rum and coke. Have a sip,” Allegra smiled.

“Thank you,” I said as I took the flask from her.

Allegra nodded and removed the towel from around her waist. She held my gaze as she let the towel fall to the floor. Her bikini bottom was just as skimpy as its top. Yellow strings hugging her low on the hips and a miniscule, shiny, yellow triangle barely covering her hairless pussy. I took a sip from the flask as she stared at me leering at her pussy. I handed the flask back to Allegra. She brushed her fingers across my hand let them linger for a moment before she took it and tucked it between her chin and chest. She removed the black hair tie from her wrist, pulled her hair back and tied it in a ponytail by twisting the hair tie around her bunched up, strawberry blonde hair.

She took a sip from the flask as she turned around, slowly. Her firm, heart shaped ass was fully exposed. The yellow string disappeared into the crack of her ass. Allegra looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and tossed the flask onto a chair.

“You coming in with me?” she asked. “Take off your t-shirt and join me.”

She took two graceful steps towards the edge of the pool and dove in. I watched as she swam the length of the pool, disappeared under the water, resurfaced, and swam back to me. Allegra remained in the pool; she rested her arms on its edge, placed her chin on her arms and stared at me.

“You’re not coming in? You still have your t-shirt on,” she playfully pouted.

“I’m not a fan of water, Allegra. I’m fine right where I am. And am quite enjoying the view,” I grinned at her.

“Your loss, Gil,” she winked at me. “So, tell me all about my mom. How did you meet her? What was she like? What did she like to do? Was she a party girl?”

I chuckled at her questions and replied, “You aren’t going to interrogate me for information that you could potentially use as leverage, are you, Allegra? Granted, that does have the potential to be a lot of fun. But it wouldn’t be very nice.”

Allegra laughed out loud. Her eyes had the same mischievous, sparkle I remembered in Jacqueline’s eyes. “I called mom as soon as you left the reception desk and told her that Gil said hello. She got very quiet and nervous and said that she would call me back. You’re her dirty secret from the past, aren’t you? Spill the beans, Mr. Renard. Were you and my mom lovers? And don’t spare me the dirty details; those are always the most fun. I’m a big girl and I can handle anything you got.”

Her sexual innuendos made my cock swell. I chuckled and replied, “That would be highly inappropriate, Allegra. Private matters should remain private.”

Allegra lifted herself half out of the water and exclaimed, “Ah-ha! You and mom did fuck! Tell me all about how you fucked my mother, please!” Her eyes darted to my crotch. She was hoping to see a bulge, hoping our conversation was having the same stimulating effect on me as it was having on her.

It was evident that Allegra liked to tease the boys. She was hoping to masturbate in the water as I provided filthy details of how her mother and I fucked. And if she could stare at my hard on as she listened to the lewd details while rubbing her clit or fingering her pussy, it would heighten every sensation that shot through her body.

Unbeknownst to me, Allegra had become incredibly aroused at the realization that she had met one of her mother’s past lovers. Sordid thoughts of her mother sucking my cock raced through her mind. Her body trembled, her pussy clenched tight, and her stomach felt as if it had been turned upside down, when she felt the sudden need to suck on the same cock that her mother had sucked and milked the cum out of. There Tecavüz porno was something inherently different about her arousal. What she felt was much more intense than usual. So much more intense, in fact, that it felt as if she was feeling sexual arousal for the very first time. This was dirty, inappropriate and taboo. Allegra embraced it. Her pussy had never ached with such intense heat and wetness.

“I neither confirmed nor denied it, Allegra. I only stated that private matters should remain private. You are a very naughty girl, aren’t you? The kind of girl that gets off on teasing men?” I sternly asked the overly excited Allegra.

Allegra reached behind her neck and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off her chest and threw at my feet. “That’s my private matter, Gil. I’m not answering your question until you answer at least one of mine,” she coyly replied. “Perhaps you need a little coaxing?” Allegra stood up and squeezed her bare breasts gently as she leered at the bulge twitching between my legs.

“My question was rhetorical, Allegra. I’m certain you are aching to play with your pussy as I retell all the dirty things I did to, and, made your mother do. Is that what you want? Do you get off on being watched as you masturbate?” I asked in a low growl.

Allegra was caught off guard by my reply. It was obvious that she liked to be in control. When she hesitated to reply, I sternly addressed her, “Answer me or I’m leaving. I have neither the time nor patience for superfluous, little girl’s games. If you want to jerk off in front me, get out of the pool, show me your tits, kneel at my feet and have the decency to suck my cock while I call you the same dirty names I called your mother every time I fucked and used each of her beautiful, slutty holes.”

Allegra looked at me with a blank stare and gasped as her pussy clenched impossibly tight. Her cheeks flushed with a red glow. She was in uncharted territory and was both excited and hesitant. Her stare was unmistakable to read. It was the stare you got when you realize you’re in over your head because you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

“You started off well, Allegra. You caught my attention and I was prepared to make you experience, up close and personal, the same dirty sex I introduced your mother to. It appears that your skills require honing to play this game at its most pleasurable and satisfying level. Nonetheless, thank you for the pleasant conversation. But, I am bored and will take my leave. Enjoy your evening, Allegra.”

As I got up out of the chair, Allegra shouted, “Wait!”

I eyed her and grinned, “Yes?”

She climbed out of the pool and said, “Please stay, Gil. You just got me so incredibly horny.” She pushed the bikini strings down and over her hips and stepped out of the flimsy bottom. “See.” She stood in front of me, thrust her hips forward and used both of her hands to slowly spread her pussy. “You can touch my pussy if you want to. I’m dripping for you. Doesn’t the thought of fucking an old girlfriend’s daughter excite you? I’ll bet you that I’m close to the same age my mom was when you defiled her in so many unspeakable ways. You look and act the part of a gentleman but, I think you are a very demanding lover. The thought of being used by my mom’s ex-lover is so taboo and incredibly hot. When will either of us ever get this chance again? Just the thought of sucking one of my mom’s ex-boyfriend’s cock almost makes me come.”

The same dark fire I remembered burning in Jacqueline’s eyes when she got horny and begged to be fucked, raged in Allegra’s big, green eyes.

I growled at the sight of her dripping, pink and swollen pussy as I leaned forward. “Closer, bring your cunt closer to me and spread it wider.” A low moan escaped from deep in her throat as she inched closer to me and spread her pussy wider. She pulled upwards on her pussy lips with her fingers to proudly expose her tingling, swollen clit. I spat on her cunt. Allegra shivered. I gripped her hips, leaned forward and tasted her parted slit. I slid my hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed her young, firm flesh and pulled her pussy into my bearded mouth. Allegra grabbed two fistfuls of my hair to steady herself and moaned out loud as I sucked, licked and bit her throbbing and clenching snatch. Her pussy juice had a strong, heady odor and taste. She was fucking delicious. Just like her mother.

“Fuck yes!” she panted. As the words left her lips, I slid one hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Allegra released my hair and gripped my thick, muscular shoulders as she spread her legs wider and thrust her hips forward. “Ohhffuck!” she groaned. “Finger fuck me hard and make me come! Please!”

I withdrew my fingers from inside her young, dripping cunt. “Not yet. I want your mouth on my cock. I trained your mother to suck my cock in a very specific manner. Now it’s your turn to learn.” I reached Travesti porno for her firm breasts and squeezed them hard as I sucked and bit her erect nipples. “You have larger nipples than your mother, Allegra. But, your pussies taste and smell very similar.”

Allegra was dumbstruck at how her body reacted to learning about her mother’s filthy, sexual exploits. I thought she was going to come as she listened to me. “So fucking dirty,” she panted. “This is so fucking hot, Gil,” she purred my name. “Tell me how my mom sucked your cock. Make me suck your cock just like she did.” A shiver ran down her spine as she uttered the unspeakable. Her pussy became a powder keg ready to explode, as images of her mother being treated like a two dollar whore and gagging on my cock flashed before her eyes.

The same cock, that in that instant, she was aching to taste and suck.

I couldn’t help but grin as I freed my hard on out of the side of my shorts. Allegra gasped at the thickness and length of my twitching, throbbing meat. She swallowed hard and asked in a quivering voice as she leered, “M-mom took that in her ass?” Her voice cracked and went up two octaves when she said the word, ass.

“Your deviant mother gave me her brown cherry, Allegra. I pounded her ass hard. I was never gentle with her, not once,” I snarled. “I want you to know that your dear mom liked it dirty, hard and rough. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for me. She cried out that I was hurting her as I took her brown cherry. When I asked her if she wanted me to stop, she shook her head and bit down hard on the pillow as she endured the pain to please me.” I slapped Allegra’s swollen snatch with an upward swat of my open hand without warning. She yelped. “I know you’ll allow me same liberties. You’re more than willing to be used to please me, too. Aren’t you, whore?” Allegra closed her eyes, grunted and nodded as ice cold shivers shot up her spine. “Your mother grew to love the pain I inflicted on her goddess like body. I pounded her virgin ass mercilessly and emptied my balls in her. Afterwards, she confessed that she came twice from having her ass so violently violated. And that she had never felt more satisfied than when I used her like fuck meat.”

“Fuuuck,” Allegra panted. Her head was whirling at how the events of the day had unfolded. She had only wanted to tease one of her mother’s ex-boyfriends and discretely come as she rubbed her clit while she was in the pool. But this, this had taken her arousal and her need for cock to an intensity that she never could have imagined.

“I love fingering my ass. But I’ve never been fucked in my ass. I don’t know if I can take your big cock in my ass, Gil.” Allegra’s words quivered in the air. The filthier our conversation became, the hotter Allegra got.

“It’s not up to you, is it? I’ll force your ass to accommodate my cock, after you suck it,” I growled at her, pinched her nipples and pulled down on them, forcing Allegra to her knees. She winced, shut her eyes tight and gasped at the burn shooting through her perky tits. To her surprise, the pain multiplied the sexual sensations that were raging through her young, inexperienced body.

I grabbed her pony tail close to her scalp, snapped her head back and snarled, “Look at me, whore.” Her eyes shot open. “You like your sex dirty, Allegra? I’ll bet, that up to this moment, you really didn’t have a clue of exactly how dirty you are capable of being. You had no idea of the effect the thought of sucking on the cock that fucked the shit out of your whore mother would have on you, did you, Allegra? You know that it’s wrong on some level. Still, you just can’t help yourself, can you? It turns you on like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, doesn’t it? You’re not only willing to allow me to do whatever I want to you. You’d beg me to promise not to go easy on you. Isn’t that right, Allegra?” Before she could reply I growled, “You have no idea what I am capable of. You have no idea of the filthy acts you are about to perform, solely for my sexual pleasure. Scrub as you may, my kind of dirty won’t ever wash off, Allegra. On the upside, you won’t ever forget the experience.” I pulled her mouth towards my crotch and ordered, “Kiss the head of my cock.”

She eagerly nodded, closed her eyes and edged her mouth towards my cock. I snapped her head back and struck her across the cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden blow caught her off guard. The sting in her cheek grew steadily hotter. Allegra gasped as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“That slap didn’t hurt you, Allegra. You feel the need to cry because it shocked you. Tears won’t make me show you any mercy, whore. Your tears will only serve to make me harder, and make my cock want to punish your slutty holes harder. Concentrate on how hard your cunt is throbbing and aching to be fucked. Do not shut your eyes. I need you to look at me as you worship my cock with your loving kisses. I like to play rough. I get off on manhandling and using women in the filthiest of manners. Understand?” I growled at the young Allegra. I softened my tone and added, “Besides, you have beautiful eyes. You have your mother’s eyes. Don’t deny me from looking into them.”

She shivered and moaned, “I’ll do anything you tell me to do, Gil.”

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This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it’s mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That’s me!

My house is on the small side. It’s a ranch/rambler. It’s pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job. In the meantime, my next door neighbor used the exact same shade on his house. I didn’t want to be a copycat. But that left me stumped for a color. I wanted something different. And pink is such a happy color! So I just went with it.

The house had a new roof, new paint and other things outside. I decided to work on the inside. My gardener said he could install new carpeting for me. But he wanted to get a good look at it first to see if there might be any work that needed to be done beyond the usual.

A few minutes after looking in my bedroom, he called out to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this trap door in your closet?”

I had no clue what he was talking about. But sure enough, he had peeled back a portion of the carpeting and there was a trap door. We both looked at each other then ran to get a flashlight. He got to it first. As it turned out, we didn’t need it. As soon as he opened the trap door, a light came on, softly illuminating everything below. There was a well made stair case complete with railing, leading down to a room that was about the size of the master bedroom where I slept. The room had cement walls and metal racks everywhere attached to the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling. Sturdy looking chains with bars suspended from them. There were various light fixtures here and there that could be turned on.

“Sheesh! This looks like a dungeon!”

I had to snicker to myself. That was exactly what it looked like. He told me that he could easily spruce it up to make it look like a happier place. I gave him free rein with that.

He installed some special lights for plants, put in some planter boxes that he made and filled them with beautiful flowers in shades of pink, yellow and peach. Put a pink, faux fur throw rug in the middle of the floor to help make the cement feel a little better on the feet.

There was a closet at the back but the doors were plain, light colored wood. He covered those with a coat of white paint and then painted a scene that he knew I would like. There was a nice blue sky and sun, a field of flowers and some cute little kittens. He also helped me build some furniture, suitable for my purposes. I’m sure he had no idea what my purposes were. I just told him it was going to be my place to unwind. He’s very sweet but also very vanilla. And a very good worker!

We also discovered that the outside hatch that we assumed was the opening to the crawlspace, also had a passageway to the dungeon. So there was another way in and out. I found it amazing that I’d been living here for over 14 years and nobody had known it was there.

My mind began ticking away a mile a minute! Üvey porno I already had some suitable sex toys but those were used on me. I set about procuring more for my happy little dungeon, I also got myself a new wardrobe worthy of the Domme I intended to be. Much of what I bought was pink. Some things in Spandex, some sheer, some lace and of course some leather.

My intentions were to cause some pain along with the pleasure but I wanted to look really feminine while doing so and what better color than pink? Oh yes indeed. My visitors would be special. I would provide them with a rather unique experience. But where would I find them? My friend pointed me in the direction of a few websites that were greatly helpful. Soon, the messages came pouring in like crazy.

My first visitor was Gary. He was a few years older than me. He had a slight, weak looking build, an almost bald head and a timid demeanor. We had messaged back and forth a few times so I could get an idea of what he might like. I also did some studying to make sure that I didn’t cause any real harm.

He entered through the outside trap door. I was waiting in the dungeon for him. He was sweating and shaking. His voice crackled as he spoke, and he tugged at his shirt collar.

“Come Gary. Sit down with me.” I sat as daintily as I could on the medium pink velvet chaise and patted the spot beside me.

Gary sat down but kept his distance from me.

“Take your tie off Gary. You won’t need that here!”

He looked down, avoiding my eyes and fumbled with the tie. He managed to make it flop up and down, helplessly. I had to reach over to help him with it.

“What’s wrong? You seem uncomfortable. What can I do to make you comfortable?”

I ran my hand through my hair, then down my bare arm, then above my breasts, slowly. I had on a pale pink, short satin chemise. I let my hand stray to my breasts, making sure to run it over my now stiffening nipples. I knew they were standing out proudly against the shiny fabric. I then ran my hand down my black, vegan leather combat boots. Not the most feminine footwear, I know but he had a special request for those.

“I… I’m just a little scared I guess.”

“Scared? Scared of me? But I’m such a nice person! There’s no need to be scared. Here… Give me your scared!” I reached for the area where his heart was and grabbed at something invisible, “There!” I used my hand to place the invisible “scared” in a big vase of pink roses. “You may have that back when you leave if you really think you need it. But I don’t think you’ll need it!”

Gary looked even more uncomfortable. I told him to undress while I prepared the chaise for him. I covered it with plenty of pink towels and told him to lie down and spread his legs.

I’m going to give you a nice, relaxing sponge bath!”

I got a bowl of warm water with rose petals in it, and a small, soft, pink washcloth. Running that sweetly scented water over his body did seem to have a calming effect. I heard him sigh porno izle as he spread his legs more for me, so I could bathe his genitals. I then dried him off, slowly and carefully. He let out a soft moan and his cock was twitching and beginning to stiffen.

My next step was to tie him spread eagle on that chaise. I used some nice soft scarves in a floral print.

“I’m not going to blindfold you. I want you to be able to see.”

“Look! A beautiful rose!” I plucked a pink rose from the vase, being mindful of the thorns. Florists usually remove the thorns, but my friend has a flower shop near me and I requested them with the thorns. She did give me an odd look but let me buy them that way.

I put the rose under his nose so he could smell it. I ran it over his lips, then down his neck and chest, seeking out all the places that seemed to give him pleasure. I bypassed his cock at first, concentrating on his tummy, inner thighs, legs and feet.

His cock began to twitch more and he began bucking upwards. I hadn’t tied him down tightly. This was his first such experience so I wanted to start slow.

I worked the flower petals over his cock and balls, and back to his ass, over and over again, slowly and gently until he was fully hard and starting to leak. And then with no warning, I grabbed the head of the flower, brandishing the stem and allowing a few of the thorns to make slight contact with his cock and balls. He yelped in pain.

“Oh! Poor baby! Roses are so sweet and soft but then there are the thorns!”

Gary began to look frightened again unsure of what I might do next.

I ran my hands over his chest and tummy in a soothing fashion while his cock twitched some more and began to dribble.

“You are being so naughty! You made such a mess after I just cleaned you up!”

I ran two fingers over the head of his cock, scooping up pre-cum and spreading it across his lips. I could tell when some of it entered his mouth as more pre-cum dribbled out.

I decided that he looked like he could use a little relief. So I dribbled some coconut oil over his cock and began jacking him off, gently and slowly. I was going to prolong his agony for as long as possible. He was not going to cum yet!

“Please! I need to cum!”

I told him he was being way too eager. Perhaps a change of position would help. I untied him and walked him over to the pink faux fur rug. I chained his hands overhead, then had him spread his legs and secured them spread wide apart. Then I showed him a pink leather belt.

“I think you need to learn your place! I didn’t have you come over here to beg for things. I will decide when you cum and if you cum. Now I want you to hold perfectly still while I warm your ass up a bit. Be totally silent and take 20 lashes of this. If you so much as cry out or move, you will get 20 more. Understood?”

He looked frightened but said nothing. He managed to hold still while taking his punishment. He didn’t cry out at all. And his cheeks were nicely pink.

I turned Asyalı porno my attention back to his cock. It seemed even harder now. And it was dripping more. I grabbed it firmly and began jacking it off. He seemed to be enjoying that a little too much.

I yanked my hand away and stood back to observe the situation. Then I looked directly into his eyes, drew my right foot back and gave him a soft kick to his balls. He strained against his bonds got a pained look on his face, cried out, and looked sick.

“Oh come on! That was just my boot!” I made a movement like I was going to kick him again. He tried to recoil then looked relieved when I didn’t kick him. “It’s just a boot!” I ran the toe of the boot over his lower leg.

He began panting. I put my hand on his balls, massaging them gently. His face showed pain. I dropped to my knees and began kissing them. He seemed a bit relieved. I put my hand back on his balls again and began massaging them gently. He let out a sigh and looked more relieved. It was time to strike again. I kicked him in the balls again as gently as I could. He screamed and began begging me to stop.

“What did I tell you about begging? You specifically told me to wear these boots and you told me what you wanted me to do with them. And now you’re squealing like some little namby pamby. You will learn!”

I grabbed the belt again and with no warning, let it rain down over his butt cheeks and occasionally his back. He began screaming now, probably more from fright than anything else. I was making a deliberate attempt to cause some pain (like he wanted) but not hurt him.

I walked around to his front and gave his cock a quick, unexpected slap with the belt, being careful not to do it hard. He yelped and looked terrified.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll give you some relief now.” I had really hoped that this session would have lasted longer. I began jacking him off again. He came very quickly. I guess it was all too much for him. He came in less than a minute. I left him restrained for a few minutes, while I kissed his neck and chest. Then I helped clean him up and gave him a hug before he headed back up through the outside hatch.

I left the mess to clean up later. The sun would be going down soon and Constantine would be coming over. He’s my Greek guy from New Jersey. I hadn’t seen him in years. The Village salad was already made and chilling in the fridge. The Pastitsio was assembled and ready to be heated through in the oven. I got the dinner ready, cleaned myself up a bit and swapped my boots for my pink ballet shoes.

I had timed it perfectly. The sun was setting, the dinner was ready. The doorbell rang. I saw that familiar tall lanky drink of water walk through my door and embrace me in a hug.

We ate dinner quickly while he filled me in on the details of the latest production he was in. Then we headed to the bedroom.

“So what were you doing all day?” he asked me.

“Being a Domme,” I said in a matter of fact fashion.

His face lit up and he chuckled.

“Yeah right, pussycat. You have a really wild imagination!”

He handed me a couple of pink hair clips with sharp little teeth on them, instructed me to put them on my tits, then lie down so he could tie me to the bed. He had some surprises in store for me! And I was ready to submit fully to him.

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Tuesday morning was pretty slow; although Becky and I were in by 8 o’clock, the guys didn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry. Donald and Brian showed up around 9h30 while the rest came in well after 10 o’clock. They were all pretty beat from the party yesterday, which apparently continued into the wee hours in a few local bars after Maya and I had left. To my surprise, there was no action of any kind until 11.15 when Henry came out of his office and walked into the kitchen, getting himself another cup of coffee. When he walked back out about half a minute later, he was stroking his cock with his left hand and sipping from his coffee with his right hand; he walked up to our desk and positioned himself between Becky and myself. As we hadn’t been giving any instructions, we just ignored him and continued our work as he stroked and stroked. Minutes later, he suddenly leaned forward and started ejaculating all over my blouse and into my cleavage. After he was done, he took another sip from his coffee and waggled his cock around in his hand, catapulting the last few drops of cum all over my desk and just walked back to his office, closing his door behind him.

About half an hour later, Carter came out of his office and asked: “You ladies free?”

“Yes sir.” Becky and I said almost in unison.

“Good, my wife is on her way up to take me to lunch. I need one of you to keep her distracted while I fuck the other one.”

“I’ll fuck!” I volunteered cheerfully.

“Fine.” he said as Becky smiled widely at me, amused by my eagerness.

“Becky, you chat her up and make her sit as close to my door as you can, okay?”

“You.” he said, turning to me. “What’s your name again?”

“Maya.” I replied, feeling my cunt twitch.

“Get in and take off your clothes; everything except the heels!”

I walked into his office and started stripping as ordered, while Becky took two chairs out the conference room and put them next to the door to his office. Carter quickly closed the door and started taking off his clothes as he looked at me with nothing but raw lust in his eyes. Pretty soon I was butt naked, except for my high heels and waited impatiently for my next command, my body trembling with lust and anticipation.

As he was taking off his underwear, I could hear Becky’s voice in the hallway:”He’s just finishing up with a client, you can take a seat right here, would you like something to drink?”

As the outline of Carter’s wife became visible through the frosted glass, he grabbed his big dick and started wanking it, whispering: “Get on your back, on the floor.”

As I sank to my knees ready to lay down, he whispered:”No, not there… here.” as he pointed towards the door;

it was clear that he wanted to fuck me as close to his wife as physically possible. That got me soaking wet. I got up and walked to the designated spot. As Becky struck up a conversation with his wife, I reclined on the floor, my left side nearly touching the office wall as I spread my legs.

Carter got on his knees and positioned his throbbing cock against my moist cunt and whispered:”Not a peep, understood?” I looked at him and nodded. Then, he spat in his right hand, rubbed the glob of spit on his cock head and pushed it into my ass!

I looked at him, with an expression of shock and surprise on my face, but as he pushed on and started stretching me, that expression quickly changed to show a little blissful agony and eventually pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy: he was fucking me in the ass with his wife not even half a meter away from us, separated by only a half-wood, half frosted glass wall. After several intense minutes, he pulled out and for a second I thought he was going to shove it in my cunt, but instead he pushed me onto all fours and rammed it back in my ass. I was slightly worried, as the position I was now in, allowed him to penetrate me a lot deeper than before. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry and really took his time to fuck me slowly. I could feel his fat, pulsating dick stretching my bowels as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling it. I absolutely loved getting fucked like this, and leaning on just one hand, I used the other to reach between my legs and stimulate my clit. Several minutes later, I orgasmed and shuddered against his relentless pounding, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He simply didn’t pay any attention to me and just kept pounding into me as long and as deep as he wanted to. Eventually, due to the prolonged anal stimulation, I had a wonderful anal orgasm to top things off.

When he was finally ready to wrap things up, he pulled out and grabbed my shoulder, maneuvering me onto my knees with my back against the wall. He moved in front of me, facing both me and the outline of his wife through the glass and started wanking his still hard, moist cock, aiming straight for my face as his glance was clearly directed at his wife. He jerked and jerked and I just sat there, on my knees, panting and enjoying the soreness of my ass.

Suddenly he whispered:”Oh yeah” and he splattered a first volley Türk porno against my face. Although he spilled some on my shoulders and tits, he shot most of it disrespectfully across my dumb face. I didn’t know whether he was thinking of me or his wife, and frankly I didn’t care. I was a whore: it was my job not to care and just enable him.

Remarkably full of energy after a performance like that, he immediately started putting his clothes back on as he said:”Don’t move… stay exactly like that!”

I obeyed and didn’t move a muscle as he stepped out of the office.

He left the door wide open as he gave his wife a kiss and said:”Hi honey.”

“Hi. You ready to go?” she replied.

“Yep. Let’s go eat. Becky, I’ll be taking a long lunch.” he said as he walked towards the elevator with his wife.

A few second later Becky poked her head in and said:”He’s gone.”

I got up and started putting my clothes back on, as Brian’s door opened across the hall.

“Becky, get in here. Where’s Maya?” he asked.

“I’m right here sir.” I said as I stepped into the doorway, having just put on my underwear.

“Join us as soon as you’re dressed and cleaned up.” he said, turning and walking into his office.

“Yes sir.” I replied as I watched Becky follow him in.

I got dressed as quickly as possible, then hurried into the bathroom to wash Carter’s cum off my face and clean up my own juices down below. Then I proceeded to Brian’s office as requested.

“Enter.” he shouted after I knocked on his door.

In the few days I had been around, I had seen some weird things, but this was definitely in the top five of strangest — and most lewd — positions. Becky was on her back — butt naked — on the desk, her head towards the door. Brain, also fully naked, was sitting on all fours over her, the tip of his huge cock in her mouth. Her right hand was wanking his big, veiny shaft.

“Ah good, you’re here… take off your clothes, slowly.” he grunted. As I started doing so, he used his right hand to replace Becky’s as he continued leaning on his left; with his eyes glued on me, following my every move, he jerked himself off, either his fist or the tip of his cock constantly bumping into Becky’s face. She knew what was expected of her and just laid there. I realized he wanted a show and so I put one on for him, cocking my hips, caressing myself throughout the undressing process, running my hands through my hair. Pretty soon I was all naked, with nothing left to do except twist and coil my body and caress myself.

“Make me cum.” he said with a raw and eager voice. “Make me cum in this bitch’s mouth!”

After thinking for a few seconds on how I was going to handle this, I sat down on my ass, spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back on my left hand. I then shoved two fingers of my right hand up my twat, fingered it for a few seconds and then brought those same fingers to my mouth, licked them off and shoved them back up my cunt. I repeated this over and over again, switching back and forth faster and faster, until I was just inserting my fingers once and putting them in my mouth once. It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t sexy… it was just plain nasty and demeaning. Fortunately, Brian seemed to be getting off on it as his eyes were getting bigger and his wanking was speeding up. Although I was pretty confident that he was going to blow his wad within eight or ten seconds, I decided to kick it up a notch in an effort to make him explode as hard as I could.

I brought my left hand into play as well and as I used the little abdominal muscles I had to prevent myself from falling on my back. I inserted the fingers of one hand while I sucked off the other, then switched hands. It was the fastest possible way of feeding myself my own juices.

“Oh fuck yeah.” he grunted appreciatively.

“Swallow it bitch!” he shouted a few moments later as he milked his balls dry above Becky’s mouth. Even from where I was sitting, I could see it was a lot: ribbons of cum kept shooting out of his throbbing cock, some of them missing Becky’s wide open mouth by quite a bit. I knew better than to stop what I was doing, so I kept sucking my own juices off my fingers over and over again.

When he was finally finished, almost a minute later, he got up from the desk, looked at me for a few seconds, then said:”That was… vulgar! I like it, nicely done Maya!”

“See that Becky?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “That’s how a real slut should behave.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she looked at me.

“You were pretty useless back there weren’t you?” he asked as turned to face her.

“Yes sir.” she whispered, her head submissively directed at the floor.

“A dumb useless bitch, if you ask me.” he said.

“Yes sir… a dumb and useless bitch, sir.” she repeated.

“Get dressed, the both of you.” he said. “I have a call in five minutes.”

When all three of us were nearly fully dressed again, he said:”On second thought Becky, a bitch like you doesn’t need a skirt or panties, take Türkçe alt yazılı porno ‘m off and leave ‘m here.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she unzipped her skirt again and started wriggling out of it.

“I want everyone to see what a useless bitch you are.” he said, as he sat down behind his desk fully clothed. After stepping out of her panties as well, we waited side by side for permission to leave. He kept us waiting for about ten more seconds, before dismissing us. When we stepped out of his office and headed back to our desk, we saw a UPS delivery guy standing there, holding a parcel in one hand and an iPad in his other, waiting impatiently for someone to give the package to.

“Premium rush.” he said as soon as he noticed us. While he gawked at Becky’s naked lower body, she walked right up to him, even a little closer than propriety allowed for and took his iPad to sign for delivery. The poor guy didn’t know how to react and nervously looked at me and her.

“Wanna cup a feel?” she asked as she handed him back the iPad.

“Ex… excuse me.” the guy said.

“You heard me! The offer expires in ten seconds.” Becky said as she put both hands in her sides and waited. The guy quickly slid his free hand down in between their two bodies.

After feeling and grazing around for a bit, he gathered all of his courage and asked timidly:”Can I…”

Becky smiled, knowing he wouldn’t have the courage to finish his question and replied”One finger…”

The guy quickly located her entrance and stuffed his index finger up her twat, fumbling around a bit.

“Now you have something to fantasize about when you’re jacking off in your girlfriend’s panties.” Becky said.

Personally, I thought that was a bit cruel and uncalled for, but the guy seemed to appreciate it, as he grunted loudly and noticeably started to bulge his pants. Becky had noticed it too, smiled and reached down, unzipped him and carefully reached into his pants to pull out his massive dick.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here.” she whispered.

The guy gasped and looked down, not believing what was happening.

Becky placed her thumb and index finger under his cock head and started giving it soft and gentle tugs, counting him down:”Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve…”

As they were looking into each other’s eyes, the guy’s gaze turned to utter disbelief as this perfect stranger was playing him like an instrument with preposterous precision.

“… three, two, one…” she said.

With the last tug, he exploded. As the first blast hit Becky on her right thigh, she let go of his cock. Immediately, the guy pulled his finger out of her cunt and started wanking off like a madman, clearly longing for a little more stimulus than Becky had provided him with her extremely gentle touches. Grunting and panting, he wildly jacked off and splashed his cum all over Becky’s thighs, legs and the floor. When he was done, Becky smiled and started walking towards Jerry’s office with the parcel, sashaying her naked ass for his viewing pleasure.

“Jeez.” the guy said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up. “I’d heard stories about this place, but actually being here is so much better!”

I smiled at him as I sat down behind my desk.

“Are you also… I mean, do you also…” he started to ask as he was getting ready to leave. Halfway through his sentence, he couldn’t quite figure out how to continue, so there was a pause.

I decided to cut the guy some slack and answered:”Yes I am… and yes I do.”

“Maybe next time then?” he said as he walked out.

“Sure, anytime.” I smiled, giving him something else to think about.

About ten minutes later, Brian — apparently having finished his call — stepped out of his office, carrying Becky’s panties and skirt in his hand and threw them on her desk on his way out and said:”I am going out to lunch.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

As Becky hadn’t returned yet, I figured Jerry was having his way with her. When she walked out of his office another couple of minutes later, I could indeed see cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunt, running down her left inner thigh. She grabbed her panties and skirt from her desk and walked towards the bathroom. It took her nearly another ten minutes to get cleaned up. When she returned, we went to lunch in the little kitchen. As Becky was making a fresh pot of coffee and I was taking a bite from my sandwich, David poked his head in, looked at us alternately for a few moments, then signaled me to follow him. I got up and tailed him into the bathroom.

“Sorry to interrupt your lunch sweetie, but I really need my cock sucked.” he said as he leaned against the sink and took out his throbbing hard cock.

“No problem sir.” I said as I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Wou… would you mind taking off your clothes?” he asked.

I got back up, smiled and took off my blouse and skirt.

“All of it?” I asked as I hooked my thumbs in my panties, getting ready to pull porno them down.

“Please.” he replied.

After pushing them down all the way to my ankles, I wriggled my feet around a bit, not only stepping out of my panties but also kicking off my heels in the process. Last of all, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Butt naked, I sank to my knees a second time and slowly opened my mouth, welcoming his huge cock with my warm, wet tongue. When I had been going down on him for like three or four minutes, the door suddenly opened and Jerry walked in, his hand ready on his belt to undo it. He turned his head, saw us, but simply continued to one of the urinals.

“How’s the McAllister account coming along?” he asked as he started to take a piss.

“Should… be… a done deal.” David grunted.

“Good. The whole estate?”

“The whole… fucking… thing.”

“Excellent.” Jerry said as he continued pissing.

About a minute later, he zipped up and walked over to the sink next to us.

“Ten percent?” he asked as he washed his hands while looking down at David’s cock going in and out of my slutty mouth.

“Fifteen.” David replied proudly as he looked down at me, clearly getting ready to cum.

“Fifteen percent?! How did you manage that?” Jerry asked enthusiastically as he dried his hands on some paper towels. David raised his finger at Jerry, indicating that he wouldn’t be able to talk for a few moments, then grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands.

“In your face Maya.” he grunted.

I quickly took out his dick and started jacking it off hard and fast, aiming the tip at the center of my face.

“That’s it!” he moaned as the first blast hit me straight on the nose and my left cheek. “Right in your face!”

With Jerry looking on, I jacked the rest of David’s sperm out of his balls, moving my head around to get it everywhere. David grunted and moaned, his pelvis rocking back and forth a little as his convulsions died down.

When he was done covering most of my face, I put him back in my mouth and cleaned him off with my tongue, then looked up and asked:”Will there be anything else, sir?”

“Nooo…” David gasped. “Thanks hon.”

Without getting up, I looked at Jerry and asked:”Sir?”

“No thank you Maya, Becky drained me pretty good. You can get dressed.” he replied.

“Thank you sir.” I said as I started putting my clothes back on.

“So, the McAllister account. Fifteen percent? How the hell did you get him to sign off on that?” Jerry repeated.

David dried off his hands and as the two of them walked out of the bathroom, I heard him say:”He didn’t want to seal off on anything over ten percent until I introduced him to Becky; the two of them…”

Once the door closed behind them, I couldn’t hear another word, but I got the gist of it. After I had gotten dressed and washed David’s cum off my face, I finally joined Becky in the kitchen for lunch.

Somewhere around half past two, a middle-aged man in a business suit along with a young woman, in her early twenties walked in. The girl was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a baggy sweatshirt and had small earphones plugged in, connected to her iPod.

“Mr. Weinberg to see Henry.” the business man said as he walked up to Becky.

“Yes Mr. Weinberg, follow me please.” Becky said as she got up and walked around her desk.

“Could my daughter wait in one of your meeting rooms? These meetings tend to get a little boring for her.”

“Off course Mr. Weinberg… Maya, could you get the young lady something to drink?

“No problem.” I replied as I got up.

While Becky escorted Mr. Weinberg to Henry’s office, I led his daughter into the adjacent meeting room and asked:”Would you like some coffee or a soda perhaps?”

“I’ll take a coke if you’ve got one.” she replied as she slouched down in one of the chairs as she zipped down her sweatshirt a little bit. I walked into the kitchen, got her a coke and as I walked back out, I noticed Henry walking out of his office, closing the door behind him and walking into Jerry’s office. I smiled — realizing what was going on and continued to the meeting room. I was shocked to see the young woman taking off her jeans and panties — but not her sneakers.

I quickly closed the door to shield her from any further embarrassment and asked:”Miss?”

“Call me Gloria.” she said as she threw her jeans and panties on the floor, leaning back in her chair, with her legs spread as wide as she could. “You’re new.” she added.

“Yes, I am… I started only a few days ago.” I said, handing her the coke, trying not to look at her privates.

“But you perform the same services as Becky does, right?” she asked.

“Yes I do, but…”

“Pfew, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if you didn’t…” she cracked a smile as she opened the coke and took a sip. She could tell from the expression on my face that I didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look, I know my dad is getting his knob polished by Becky in the next room, he’ll probably fuck her too… I have an understanding with Becky that she… well, does me when my dad’s finished with her. You see, he doesn’t know that I know, and Becky pretends that she doesn’t know that I know… and we all keep quiet in order not to complicate relations between your business and my dad’s multi-million dollar oil company, if you get my drift.

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They say that good things come in small packages. No shit! My name is Myles and this story is a testament to the validity of this adage.

“You look confused,” was the distinctly feminine comment that came from behind me as I tried to figure what size and colored top my daughter might like much less fit. Chuckling at my obvious dilemma, I turned to find an extremely cute but very petite Asian young woman. I tried my hardest not to stare but my second glance made me acutely aware of her carefully applied makeup and adult mannerisms.

My surprised second glance of her must have been apparent for she quickly piped up, “Hey, I’m a grown up even if I’m obviously height-challenged. Honestly, I’m twenty-one years old and married. See,” she said as her diamond ring on her left ring finger was held out in front of her. Her almond-shaped eyes twinkled at my obvious embarrassment and discomfort. “Don’t feel bad. I’m kind of use to your reaction, and by the way, my name is Kami.”

Recovering quickly, I introduced myself and then quickly changed the subject by asking what she thought of the outfit that I had picked out for my daughter. Kami asked me about my daughter’s age and size, and I mumbled something about my daughter was twelve-year-old slightly larger than Kami. I wasn’t too sure as to my daughter’s tastes which earned a disapproving look from Kami.

In the ensuing discussion, Kami casually asked where my wife was and why wasn’t she helping me. I mentioned that I was divorced and was trying to buy a birthday present for my daughter who was stateside with my ex-wife. In return, I asked about where was her husband, and her intriguing response was, “Oh, he’s in the Navy and afloat (deployed at sea). He’s not due back for a couple of months. It gets a bit lonesome being the only one in our quarters.”

Kami then went about selecting some articles from a nearby rack that I would have never even considered. While I tried to imagine my daughter in what Kami had picked out, she browsed around and came up with a selection of her own. Seeing my dilemma, Kami giggled and said, “Look, I’ve got to try on my clothes. If you’d like, I could model your daughter’s clothes too. They’re a little big for me but you should be able to get an idea of what they would look like on your daughter. In return, I could use some masculine feedback on my own selections.”

My daughter’s selections looked edgy but still acceptable, and I told Kami that I couldn’t have done it with her. She said to hang on while she modeled her own clothes for me, and when she came out, my jaw practically hit the floor. Kami’s low-rider short-shorts hung so low on her narrow hips that they almost exposed her butt crack. Her skin-tight shorts seemed to be painted on to her, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her firm buns while accentuating the juncture of her inner thighs.

Her top, on the other hand, was loose and low cut with a draped front. I knew that Kami was small in the boob department but there was no hint of the padded bra that she had worn earlier. When Kami bent to retrieve a hanger that she just so happened to drop, she flashed me an unobstructed view of her braless small mounds. Each was a delicious snow cone of soft flesh topped with a puffy pink areola from which a tender pencil eraser nipple rose. Kami was so nonchalant about flashing me that I couldn’t help but wonder if she was doing so on purpose.

“So, what do you think? Do you like what you see?” As l stammered that I did, l became acutely aware that I sprouted one hell of woody in my pants which Kami couldn’t help but notice. If she did, however, she didn’t seem bothered at or offended by my reaction to her charming delights. In fact, she deliberately gave me one hell of an enticing smile as she went through a series of provocative poses flashing me more of her unexpected bodily delights.

When she came out of the dressing room, Kami beamed at me and taking my arm, pressed her petite body to me as she thanked me for my very favorable feedback. Hoping to prolong my encounter with this lovely pixie, I asked if she’d like to join me for a happy hour drink since it was already late afternoon.

Kami beamed and said, “I thought you’d never ask. But I caught the bus downtown and I don’t like riding during the after-work rush. If you give me a ride to the supermarket, we can get a bottle of wine and enjoy it at my place. I’m getting a bit tired of eating alone since my husband shipped out two months ago and it’s been a while since I’ve ‘been’ with a man.” Kami smiled slyly as I practically choked at her the possible double meaning of her words.

Our grocery shopping and drive to her house was filled with Kami’s flirtation and my undivided attention. Her home was a small cozy one-bedroom cottage at the end of a long windy lane. Over a bottle of wine, Kami listened with intense interest as I shared how that when I had retired a large national corporation, I had decided to stay in Hawaii which was inegöl escort my last assignment. This was much to the chagrin of my wife who wanted to move stateside to be closer to her elderly parents.

After a lengthy series of endless arguments, we decided to divorce with my daughter living with my ex and spending only the summer months with me. This worked out fine since I had a two-bedroom condominium and a pension that was more than enough to live comfortably. The only thing missing was being alone and especially the lack of female companionship (hoping she’d catch my drift).

Kami, in turn, shared that her husband, Bill, was a career chief petty officer in the Navy. He was a bear of a man with strawberry blond hair, dancing blue eyes, and loud with a booming voice. It seems that besides the sea, Bill had two interests. The first was his addiction to adult anime or Japanese cartoons with sexual overtones.

This was how Bill met Kami who was working the counter of her parents’ sundry store that sold a wide selection of his favorite reading material. She had just graduated from a San Diego high school and had been pressed into helping with the family sundry store that was next to the naval station. To Kami, she was eighteen and stuck in a boring job that didn’t pay anything and went nowhere. It went without saying that Kami was desperate for an escape – any escape.

“Bill was like a breath of fresh air,” Kami shared over wine. “A giant of a man, he was big, brassy, and white, and all the things that my Chinese parents hated. This made me love Bill even more. And on top of that, he was at the time immediately taken with her. It wasn’t until after a whirlwind romance, elopement, and being disowned from the family that she discovered that Bill’s second passion was petite women.

“Doesn’t Bill’s taste in women bother you,” I just had to ask.

“Oh, hell no!” exclaimed Kami. “Why should it? Look, I like big strapping and outward going men; not the wimpy shrimpy Asian guys that my parents and family kept introducing me to. I love guys who ‘towers’ over me like Bill and you. If I can have a certain preference in my men, what’s wrong will Bill being drawn to very small women like me?

“Plus, while I’ve had other six-foot-plus guys, Bill was the first to take me seriously instead of as a bedroom curiosity. He wasn’t ashamed to be seen with me in public or call me his woman. To him, I was a very petite Chinese-American woman who loved to fuck like a ‘Singapore whore. ‘ Isn’t that sweet? Bill was also the first to propose and gave me a ticket out of the virtual slavery of the family business. Am I glad that I took it.”

When Kami saw the unspoken questions in my face, she quickly said, “Look, Bill was straight with me about his addiction to small Asian women. As he told me on the night before his first deployment after we got married, “Ah, Kami-girl, there’s nothing like a sweet Oriental pussy struggling to accommodate my length and girth. But, honey, your goddamn juicy teenage twat was that first that easily stretched nicely around my pride-and-joy. You’re a whole lot better than many of the diminutive hookers that I’ve had the pleasure of sampling in the Asian ports of call. I will surely miss this cunt of yours when I’m afloat.'”

“When I asked Bill if he intended on indulging his passion for small women such as myself when his ship made harbor, Bill just hemmed-and-hawed, deliberately avoiding my eyes and question. Finally, I took matters into my own hands and told my newly wedded husband, “Bill, look at me. I don’t expect you to be a celibate priest…if the is such a thing…when you’re on shore liberty. A husband has to do what a man has to do when he’s away for some marital pussy – just like a wife has to do what a woman has to do when deprived of some marital cock. Do you understand, Bill?”

“You should have seen Bill’s face as his grin practically lit up the room. ‘Oh, am I glad I married a foxy little chink who’s not only hot in the sack but is fucking-understanding. There would be a great many of my Oriental lovelies who would miss having ‘a piece of the rock’ and me supplementing their families’ incomes.’

“That’s fine and dandy, Bill,” I told him. “But you’ve got to promise that whosever tiny mouth, cunt or asshole you decide to fuck, that they will be willing, of legal age, and clean of disease. If not, I’m going to cut off your dick. Oh, and lastly, a bulk of your paycheck is wired back to me. I don’t mind you supporting the economies of the ports you visit, but your wife comes first. Do you understand? If you don’t, your nuts are the next to go.”

“Bill gulped, but then busted out laughing when I saw a sly grin on my lips. ‘You got it, Kami. They’ll be willing, legit, and clean. You will get a bulk of my paycheck allotted to me.’ With that promise, I asked if he’d like to see just how tightly my asshole could stretch around his big fat cock.”

I choked ipekyolu escort on my drink as I sputter, “But, don’t you mind, Kami?”

“Which one? I don’t mind being buggered every once in a while. And when it comes to Bill screwing other women when away, I’m okay with it. Hey, a sailor cooped up on a ship with only other guys need to get his rocks off. Plus, I know that the working girls that Bill screws couldn’t ask more a generous and gentle lover. Bill’s probably doing one right now in the Philippines where his ship was visiting.”

Then after savoring a sip of wine, Kami purred, “Plus, Bill never asked what or whom I’m doing when he is away.”

The air suddenly became thick with unspoken possibilities. I desperately sought to change the subject by commenting that the hardest part of retirement was dealing with the open time. I had always thought that I would have my daughter but was surprised when my ex-wife was so adamant about moving stateside soon after my retirement. Now I had a whole lot of free time and while I golfed, kept my six-foot-four body in shape at the gym, and was active. The one thing missing, however, was that there was no special to share my life with.

At this Kami pressed her soft body against me and whispered, “You can be my ‘sugar daddy’ and spend all the time with me that you want.”

I gulped at the sudden change of events. Words tumbled from my mouth in my apparent conflict of being undeniably turned-on sexually by Kami but struggling with the notion of screwing a married woman. I was unable to deny my bodily response ad attraction to her especially when she was pressing her hot little body against me, and finally blurted out a feeble “Why me?”

“Well, to begin with, I like you. You’re my type of man, tall, hefty, good-looking, and you don’t treat me like a little girl but as a woman whom I am. I also couldn’t help but notice your physical reaction to me when I was modeling my clothes and was flattered.” Then after a moment’s pause, Kami continued, “But, unlike Bill, you’re mature and polished…and most importantly, available in more ways than one.” Kami hummed thoughtfully then said, “We’re both lonely and attracted to each other… you are, aren’t you?”

When I blurted out that she was married, Kami beamed at me and she threw her arms around my neck and pulling me to her, surprisingly gave me a quick kiss. “Oh, thank you for mentioning ‘that.’ I knew you wouldn’t try to take advantage of me like other guys who showed me no respect and would have no qualms screwing a lonely and horny housewife.

“But, to be honest with you, Bill and I have been parting ways for quite a while. I was initially a novel and legal means to an end, but have come to realize that he likes variety in his women. I’m not insulted or upset because that’s just Bill. Plus, who am I to talk? Bill was an exciting means of escaping my traditional and restrictive Chinese family and their business. Back then, Bill was big, randy, and forbidden, but now he has become – well – acceptable.

“But after a couple of years of marriage, Bill knows that it’s too hard on me when he’s away. He has told me he’d stay married to me until I find someone I like and am ready to move on. I just have found the right guy – until now.”

Kami then said patiently as if explaining to a reluctant young boy, “Myles, we could do this the traditional way in which we date for a while to get to know each other and then sleep together. Or we can jump to the end by jumping each other right now. If we’re sexually compatible, then we can get to know each other better. If we aren’t, well, no-harm-no-foul in an evening’s delight.

“And before you think it, no, I don’t sleep with any old guy – but will also admit I have had made a poor choice or two along the way. I wouldn’t be so horny if I had met the right guy. But life is short especially if you’re short like me, and I need to find out if you’re one of those asswipes or not.

“I don’t think you are. I think you worth taking a chance on, if you’re willing, that is. I’d like to get to know better…in a sexual way first…if you don’t mind do it my way.” With this Kami kissed me again but this was no friendly peck on the lips for her lively tongue danced in my mouth and giving me one hell of a hard-on.

“Oooh,” Kami cooed as she rubbed her pelvis against my pants bulge, “I love the way you kiss.”

Kami then took matters into her own hands – literally and figuratively. Looking at me with twinkly eyes, her tiny hand absently drifted down my trembling body until it teasingly stroked my tented pants. “And lastly, you’re especially nice and big…in more than one way. Is that what I think it is? Do I turn you on?”

Before I could answer her nimble little fingers were tugging my strained pants zipper down, releasing erection from my boxers like a genie released from the bottle. “Jeez,” crooned Kami as my manhood swayed before her almond-shaped iskenderun escort eyes, “What a nice candy cane my sugar daddy has. Can this bad little Chinese bitch have just a little taste?”

Any protest I might have voiced died a strangled death in my throat as Kami’s lips wrapped themselves around my penis with her tongue swirling around my head. With her cheeks bulging with my presence in her mouth, Kami nodded her head and proceeded to blow me like never before while jerking my shaft with her two little hands.

It was graphically obvious that Kami was quite adept at giving head for she had no problem swallowing my big schlong. As I felt myself respond, I couldn’t help but wonder why Bill was giving up the oral delights of his vivacious little Kami.

“Mmmm, you taste so good. Does my big “sugar daddy” want this naughty little bitch to suck him off and swallow his cum,” Kami murmured before resuming penile licking and sucking as her two hands gripped and slid up and down my hard shaft.

Whatever reservations I may have held vanished when I saw the rapture on Kami’s face as she gave me one hell of a blow job. Watching in amazement, my little China doll willingly and eager swallow my fleshy sword brought out my darkest dirty-old-man fantasies.

Oh, how I wanted to give into Kami by flooding her mouth with what seemed like gallons of sperm that were swelling in my tightening nuts. However, with a will of steel and an erection hard enough to cut diamonds, I pushed Kami back and began stripping her naked like I would unwrap a Christmas present.

I was stunned when I beheld Kami in her brazen nudity. Her body could best be described as perfect for her wee size with perky tits might have been overlooked if not for mouthwatering puffy areola from which delectable nipples emerged. My mouth engulfed an entire mound, my tongue swirling around and lashing a tender rosebud tip. Kami moaned when my lips pulled on a stiff stubby nipple but cried out when I pulled it from her twisting chest before releasing it.

Kami heaved and turned as I finished pulling off her scanty garments to reveal a taut stomach and tight little buns. However, when I flipped her over and yanked off her shorts and panties, I uncovered a clean-shaven cunt. Unable to control myself, I hoisted Kami’s shapely legs over my shoulders and grabbing her firm buns lifted her so that I could shove my face into her indescribably sweet pussy.

My rasping tongue plowed a juicy mouthwatering slit sharply defined by her smooth swollen labia. I alternated sucked each thick pussy lip while my fingers tugged and tweaked her harden nipples, bringing moans from Kami. However, it was when my lips latched on her fleshy pearl with my tongue tip flicking on and polishing it that a shrill cry ripped from Kami’s throat. Her tiny body arched sharply, violently shaking as if electrocuted when I tongue-fucked her tight little cunt until Kami exploded in gut-rendering convulsions.

My clothes flew in every direction as if clearing the deck for action. However, before I could do anything, Kami pounced on me, forcing me flat on my back. “Oooh, you nasty old man…taking advantage of a sweet young thing like myself…making me all hot and horny… ummm, how I want you…now it my turn…just lie there…and let me have my way with you…”

With that Kami straddled my hips and with one hand pressing against my chest, she leaned forward to reach between her legs to grab my swaying trouser snake. “Oooh… what a nice hard dick you have,” Kami crooned as she plowed her juicy crack with my flanged head before pressing it into her oozing opening. “God, I love it…but… we’ve gotta go slow…I’ve learned from my mistakes…that there are jerk-offs out there that who take extreme delight in skewering a woman like me just to see me squirming in pain at the end of their dicks.”

Slowly gyrating her hips, Kami slowly polished my flanged head between the fleshy folds of her snatch, whimpering like a bitch in heat as she built to pitch frenzy. Then with a sudden push, she sat down, and I found myself embedded in the tightest cunts that I had.

“Oh, Jeez,” Kami panted breathlessly as her seething velvet wetness pulsated around my embedded head. “You’re stretching me up…filling me…and going oh so fricking deep…just the way I like it.” Then moaning softly, Kami slowly pumped her slender hips up and down, and to my amazement, I slowly but surely sank into the incredible molten softness of her sizzling young body.

I can’t really recall what happened over the course of the evening. The night was a blur of vivid images of Kami, stark naked with sweat dripping from her glowing face and pert little tits – Kami whining as she rode the bucking bronco of my cock with wild abandon – Kami laying spent in a collapsed heap on my heaving chest – Kami sucking life back into my soften manhood – Kami on her hands and knees, wiggling her tight little buns, and begging to be fucked doggy-style in her asshole.

By the time the morning sun rose, I knew that Kami and I were definitely compatible in bed and that I had found that special woman to spend my life. By the way, Kami is humping my hand that she had shoved between her legs that she felt the same way too about me.

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Chapter two.

Some history.

Despite the debauchery of last night, I was awake early, crackling with energy, as is normal for me after a good sex session. Far from being tired, I am energised by sex. I was at my desk early, only to find that I could not access the computer files for the project I had been working on. When I tried to find out why, I was told that my security clearance had been revoked, due to my resignation. I was handed what I consider to be clerical work, normally done by lower grade workers. I was insulted. I asked if I could leave now, rather than have to work out my notice. I was told no, but that I had seven days accrued leave due to me, I could shorten my notice by that amount if I wanted to. I decided that I could be as uncooperative as them, I would take time off to suit myself. I had some house-hunting to do in London, I would use my leave to do that.

I did try to concentrate on the work I had been given, but it was boring compared to what I was used to. I spent most of my time on the web, surfing for accommodation in London. I was glad when Friday came. Last day. Tomorrow I would go shopping in Manchester.

My mind rolled back to the years I had spent in Manchester at university. I owed a great deal to the town, my education, even my life…

*****

My name is Clare. I an five foot six. Other dimensions are a bit misleading, suffice to say that I am slim, well proportioned but with ‘C’ cup breasts, which are pretty much self supporting, one boyfriend described them as ‘torpedo tits’. I have pale skin, some freckles and red hair, which includes my pubes. I keep that area well trimmed, but I would not shave it off, my ‘burning bush’ drives men wild. I was born in Edinburgh An only child to what you would call ‘elderly parents’. I had a happy, conventional childhood. My parents were quite well off, so I had a good education and easily won a place at the university of my choice, Manchester, reading economics and European languages.

I was an ugly child, right up to my late teens, so even when other girls my age were beginning to take an interest in boys, I was ignored by them. I am now considered to be something of a beauty, but was a virgin until I started at Manchester.

At first, sex seemed clumsy and messy. I suppose many females would agree. But I stuck at it and became competent. At least, my partners kept coming back for more. It was usually me who dumped them, about three months was enough to have me wanting a different cock. So many men, so little time! But one at a time, I was not a bed-hopper.

I soon developed a reputation for being a good cock-sucker and an even better wanker. I quite enjoyed my power over men, able to reduce them to pleading wimps with, quite literally, a flick of my wrist. The sight of spurting spunk fascinated me. Still does.

The death of my parents changed me. They were on holiday in Israel, ‘The Bible Lands’. Their car was targeted by an Israeli ground attack aircraft, as a training exercise, but the pilot accidentally released a live missile which vapourised their car. I had no remains to bury. I had no other relatives, apart from an uncle in Australia, my father’s older brother. He came to the memorial service, but scurried back to Oz as soon as he could. I was on my own.

I did not cry. I felt no anger or loss. I just felt numb. I started to drink too much and increasingly turned to casual sex, trying to fuck my grief away . At parties I would take on any man who wanted me, often in front of an audience, the more the merrier. Oddly, my studies did not suffer, I found it easy, but it was a senior lecturer who suggested that I take a year off, to ‘sort myself out’. She, (the lecturer was a she,) said that I would be welcomed back after a break, but that the college authorities were concerned about the effect I was having on my fellow students. She also told me that, behind my back, they called me ‘Spunk-bucket’.

So I took a year off. I could afford it. I had sold the family house, for an astronomical sum, and the Israeli authorities had paid me a significant sum as compensation. Compensation? Where can you buy new parents? The money was meaningless, but it did give me complete freedom do what I wanted.

I rented out the small flat that I had bought and turned up at Manchester airport with a small bag of belongings, my passport and enough plastic cards to access money as and when needed. The first flight available was to Malaga. So I took it. At the back of my mind was an idea that I would go to where my parents died. Malaga was closer than Manchester. It would do.

But then I started to have cold feet. ‘What was there to see in Israel? A crater?’ I took a room in a cheap Hotel. Give myself time to think. Stay off the booze though, that was not the answer. Not far away was a bar, frequented by holidaymakers of all nationalities. I took a job there, serving drinks to others. No alcohol for me, but there were plenty of men!

I had my pick, but was not all girne escort that choosy, quantity rather than quality.

After two weeks, I began to be bored. The crunch came one night after the bar had closed. I had allowed myself to be steered into the alley behind the bar, by a good looking, but very drunk Norwegian. I leaned back against an overflowing rubbish skip, removed my knickers and hoisted my skirt around my waist to allow access to the part that he was most interested in. I had to guide him in, but he was good and hard. He fucked me with long hard strokes. It felt good, but as usual, did not lead to the Earth moving for me. That would come later, courtesy of my own fingers.

We were not alone in the alley, opposite there was another couple, in a similar situation, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, his bare arse pumping rhythmically. But as my fucker emptied his load into my accommodating cunt, the girl opposite threw her head forward and vomited over her lover’s shoulder, onto the already filthy road.

That was it. Time to move on. I thanked my Norwegian for his services, replaced my knickers and knocked on the back door of the bar. The owner was still there, cleaning up and re-stocking. He lived in the flat over the bar. I told him that I would not be coming back. I liked him. I probably would have fucked him were it not for his very jealous wife and business partner. He persuaded me to do “Just one more night.” I agreed and made my way to my lonely bed. I did not masturbate that night, my mind was filled with seeing that other girl puke up all the drinks she had had.

I slept late next morning, then went for a last look around Malaga. I ate a good lunch at one of the better hotels and went back to my room mid-afternoon. I intended to settle my bill, including tonight, and to leave as soon as I got up next day. I had no plans other than to leave. At the reception desk there seemed to be an argument going on. It turned out not to be an argument, just a guest trying to book a room. But he spoke no Spanish. I offered my help. In addition to my native English, (actually Scottish!) I speak French, German, Italian and Spanish. The guest was Italian. He wanted a room for one night only, but needed to pre-pay, as he would be leaving very early. It was soon settled. The guest thanked me and asked if he could buy my a drink, by way of a thank-you. He was quite a hunk, but I refused. I was working soon and determined to leave early myself. I paid my bill and went to my room, showered and put on the white, low cut, full skirted dress that was my ‘uniform’, then headed for my final evening’s work.

The bar was quiet, just a few early revellers taking advantage of the low-priced early drinks. After ten the price doubled. After about an hour, my hunky Italian walked in, recognised me immediately, and took up residence on a bar-stool close to my ‘station’. We talked off and on, when I was not serving drinks. It turned out to be a very quiet evening. Apparently, the girl I had seen puke, ended up in hospital having her stomach pumped. The police had called at the bar, word had got around and the punters were going elsewhere. My Italian, Gino, was a long distance truck driver. He had to collect his vehicle at six next morning and drive it to Naples. Suddenly, I had a plan.

“Can you take a passenger?” I asked.

He jumped at the offer. I was in no doubt about how I would pay my way, nor was he. The journey would take four days, he slept in the cab, was that okay?

I wanted him. My mind ran riot over the things we would do in that cab. I could feel myself juicing. I wanted him right now.

Miguel, the bar owner, read the situation perfectly. It was close to midnight anyway, but he leaned close and told me that I could go now if I wished. He also took advantage of our closeness to have a good feel of my arse. The first and only time he had touched me. I thanked him, said goodbye and under his wife’s withering gaze, gave him a kiss on the mouth.

Gino and I hurried back to our hotel. In his room, I seized the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I stood in pants and shoes only. As usual no bra. Gino let out a stream of Italian superlatives and tore off his shirt, buttons popping. His jeans followed, allowing his huge prick to bounce into view. My turn for superlatives. He was gorgeous. Dark skinned, built like an athlete, black hair over most of his body, like an Olympic gorilla. Best of all, waving at me was the biggest cock I had seen, complemented by a pair of balls that would not have disgraced a horse.

He pushed me down on the bed and showered me with kisses, all the time complimenting me on the perfection of whatever he was kissing. When he got to my panty-clad pubes, he bit the front of the skimpy garment and tore it off with his teeth. For too short a time, he licked my dripping twat, then moved over me, between my widespread and welcoming thighs and without needing to be guided in, drove gölcük escort his mighty cunt-stretcher into me. I yelled, he went to pull out again but I trapped him by wrapping my legs around him and urged him to continue.

It was a frantic coupling and one which in record time, gave me a rare orgasm without the need for fingers. He too, came almost immediately. With a great roar he released a torrent of Neapolitan cream into my clasping quim, driving deep into me with each subsequent spurt.

He rolled off, panting. We were soaked in sweat. I could feel his generous offering running out of me to soak into the sheet. He stretched out an arm, inviting me to nestle against him. I did so and reached for his now deflated, slippery snake, Very soon it was hard again. I moved down to take it into my mouth, but he stopped me, asking instead that I mount him. I did so with pleasure, this time I held his length and allowed it so slowly slide into me as I lowered myself onto it, savouring the thickness and length. He began fucking up into me, I held onto the bed-head for support as his thrusts threatened to throw me off. We soon reached a mutual rhythm as he shafted me with long violent strokes. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I released the headboard with my left hand, so that I could use it on my clit, wanting to come again, this time as his fountain erupted up me. And then the bed broke.

We were uncoupled by the violence of the breakage, but unhurt. Our second coming had been postponed by shoddy hotel furniture. We both went into fits of laughter.

“My room?” I suggested.

Both naked, we crossed the corridor to my room, where we resumed what had promised to be a memorable fuck. This time the encounter reached it’s natural conclusion, with another helping of cream being spewed into me. I did not come again that night, but Gino did. Twice more. Both into my cunt, I did not get to find out if his monster would fit in my mouth. At least, not until the next day.

We crept out of the hotel at about five-thirty next morning, found a taxi and made our way to the port. Gino’s lorry had been there being loaded overnight. I was not permitted to go into the port, I had to wait at the gate. It was raining, so the security men allowed me to shelter in their ‘rest room’. It took ages for Gino to complete all the paperwork. The guards took turns to see if I was alright, bringing me coffee, then biscuits, then a magazine, then to ask if I needed the bathroom. It was all an excuse to ogle my bra-less tits, displayed to advantage under a tight tee-shirt. I thought about the fine fucking I had had last night and hopefully, would have again soon. This made my nipples stick out, much to the delight of my two admirers.

At last Gino was back. His truck was enormous. A low-loader with a large, streamlined container strapped to it. I never did find out what the load was, Gino said that he had not been told, but to guard it with his life. I was, however, more interested in the loads that I hoped Gino was going to deliver to me. Frequently.

The journey was a delight. The high driving position allowed me to see far more of the countryside than is possible from a car and the cab was equipped with every conceivable comfort. We drove non-stop all morning, then pulled into a truck-stop for lunch. Nothing like the ‘greasy-spoon’ cafes that serve as truck stops in the UK. This one served food that would have done credit to a good restaurant. I allowed myself a couple of glasses of wine and was feeling horny by the time we got back to the truck. In the air-conditioned comfort of Gino’s cab, I expected, and wanted, another helping of his magnificent cock. But he refused.

“Rest now, fuck tonight.” He said.

I was disappointed, I had expected regular servicing, but he was in charge. For now at least. Another non-stop drive along mainly non-motorway roads followed, for some reason Gino avoided motorways unless forced onto them by ‘obligatory route’ signs. But it was on a main highway, at a well equipped service area, where we eventually stopped for the night.. After parting to shower in the rest rooms, we met up in the restaurant for a light meal. Then it was back to the truck, which Gino had converted to a sleeping area.

We stripped naked and started to kiss and caress. Whereas our first night had started with a frenzy and finished with gentle tenderness, this night was the opposite. Gino gently kissed his way down my willing body, paying special attention to my tits, until his mouth was on my cunt. He quickly brought me to a shuddering climax, then climbed over me and slid his torpedo into my wet slit. We fucked lovingly, Gino clearly wanted to make it last. When he tired of being on top, he rolled over, taking me with him, so that I could ride him. I could sense his crisis building. I moved my lips close to his ear and asked him not to come yet, but to let me suck him off.

Few men can resist such an offer. Gino rolled over to allow göztepe escort me access to his straining tool, now wet with my juices. I slowly slipped my lips over his bulging knob and sucked it gently. Gino bucked his arse of the couch, pushing more of his length into my mouth. I could not deep throat him, he was just too big, but I tried very hard, enjoying every second of it. He could not bear much of my skilful sucking, he warned my of his impending orgasm and seconds later it was gushing into my mouth and being gulped down my throat. I sucked and licked him clean, then slid up his body to kiss him. He turned his head away. Not until I had rinsed my mouth with water would he kiss me on the mouth, not wanting to taste his own spunk. How macho is that?

He needed time to recover and asked if I would mind watching some porn on his TV. Of course I did not mind, I enjoy good porn. I nestled under his arm, he covered us with a light blanket and ran the video. Italian porn is not much different to British porn. It usually ends the same way, with a showcase ejaculation by the hero or heroes, usually over the face of the leading lady. The second sequence soon went anal, the male ‘actors’ taking it in turn to sodomise a fragile looking blonde, then wanking themselves onto her buttocks. Gino turned to me and asked if I ‘did Greek’, a term which I was unfamiliar with, but could not mistake. I had tried it with vibrators, but had never had a real prick pushed up there. After some consideration, I replied that I had not, but was willing to try, if that was what he wanted.

Oh! He wanted it alright. I was nervous. Could his huge cock go into my tight virgin anus? It took several attempts and a great deal of lubrication for just the tip to gain entry, and I shrieked in pain when he at last popped in. He moved slowly, gaining depth with each stroke until, amazingly, his balls were against the top of my thighs. Only then did he began to ream my arsehole with fearsome power. It hurt like hell, but I was loving it. At last he came, with a great animal roar he spurted jet after jet of spunk up my clenching hole. He pulled out and slumped onto the bed beside me. In seconds he was snoring gently. Alone, I pushed a finger up my arse and felt his come inside me, then using the stuff as lubricant, I strummed my clit to a final orgasm before falling asleep myself.

We were on the road early next morning and the day followed the same pattern as the one before. In retrospect, it could not have been any other way, he had a job to do, I was a passenger and his plaything. Before falling asleep, he fucked me twice, once in the purpose-built place and then in the newly opened one. Then he was snoring. The idea of being a trucker’s whore had seemed glamourous, now it had become boring. By lunchtime on day three, we would be somewhere near Cannes. I decided to bail out there.

Again an early start. Driving mainly east, the sun was pouring through the windscreen, the air conditioning was struggling. I peeled off my T-shirt and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my bare tits. As we overtook and were overtaken, other drivers seemed to enjoy it as well. I began to feel horny again. I decided that I would leave Gino with memories that would stay with him always.

I struggled out of my jeans and pants, placed my feet on the dashboard, legs widespread, and began to masturbate. Anyone who looked into the cab could see my display. It was so dirty that I almost fainted when I came. Gino could not keep his eyes off me, we were in grave danger of going off the road at times, but it was very exciting. Little did he know that there was more to come. To be specific — him.

I sucked my juice off my fingers, then, still naked, knelt on the floor of the cab and unzipped Gino’s jeans. It was a struggle to free his big boner from his clothes, but I persevered and took his engorged tip into my mouth. I sucked him off as he drove and was rewarded by a massive flood of his come into my lusting mouth.

I left his limp cock hanging out of his flies and put my clothes back on. By the time we pulled off for lunch, I was decent. I told Gino that this was the end of the line for me, thanked him and jumped down while he was tucking his tool away. At the petrol pumps was a taxi, just finished fuelling. The driver agreed to take me to Cannes straight away. I could still taste Gino’s spunk on my back teeth.

*****

I spent nine months travelling around mainland Europe, just being a tourist and having my little ‘adventures’ with anyone who took my fancy. None of my experiences are much worth writing about, but I was able to satisfy my need for regular fucking. I made two trips back ‘home’, that is, to Manchester, partly to check on my flat, which I had rented to students, but also to replenish supplies of contraceptive pills. It was a big and unpleasant surprise therefore, that I discovered that I was pregnant.

It was a strange pregnancy from the start. Not that I had any previous experience of pregnancy, but having missed a period, a pregnancy test showed negative. I tried twice more, with test kits from different manufacturers. Still negative. When I missed my next period, I decided that a visit to a doctor was required. I decided to head home again, this matter needed my native language.

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My brother and I were opening up a new restaurant. It was a bit of a gamble for us but he was a superb chef and we were both willing to work hard. Would you believe all the red tape you have to go through? It’s like they don’t want you to succeed. We stuck it out though and were due to open shortly.

One last thing we had to do was get a health certificate from the council. Not a problem, I thought, because everything was new and clean. We had a man from the council coming around at about four to give us our inspection and certificate. My brother was off doing some last minute shopping and panicking and I was at the restaurant alone, feet up, taking it easy.

It was only two o’clock when the damned man showed up. Two hours early. He was lucky there was even anyone to meet him. But I was polite. No need to get his back up, after all. The fact that he was not all that much older than me, and quite a dish, helped. He introduced himself and told me to call him Tom. He liked to keep things friendly.

Anyway, he crawled all over the place, occasionally taking notes down in his little book. The entire time he was examining the place he was also flirting with me, and I quite happily flirted right back.

He finally finished and to my horror he looked at me, shaking his head. Needs work, he tells me. Needs work? The whole place was brand new and unused. What work could it possibly need? I asked for further detail and he gave me half a dozen of the nit-pickiest little flaws you could imagine. A set of fingerprints on the stove? Etc. Etc.

Not one of the things he mentioned couldn’t have been fixed in thirty seconds flat. With time left over. I protested, but he just shook his head and looked doleful.

The odd thing was, even though he wasn’t giving us the certificate, neither was he rejecting us out of hand. He was just kind of standing around looking sympathetic. It suddenly dawned on me that this nice man that I’d been flirting with was looking for some sort of payoff before he signed off. Bastard, I thought, trying to think of how you go about offering a bribe.

“Um,” I said, “I don’t suppose you, ah, um, you could. . .” My voice just trailed away. I didn’t know what to say.

He was looking at me and frowning.

“You wouldn’t be trying to offer me a bribe, would you?” he said repressively. “That would be totally against the law and not only could I not accept I’d have to report it.”

So what the fuck did he want?

“No, no,” I said hastily. “I was just wondering how long we have to get these things cleared up. I mean, you’re not officially due here until four o’clock.”

He gave me a cheerful grin.

“Ah, well,” he said. “I suppose gaziemir escort there’s nothing too serious here. I suppose I could sign off on the assumption that you’ll attend to these items and give me a kiss.”

I was earnestly nodding, thinking yes, just sign off. I’ll do the bits and pieces, and then that last bit hit me. I sort of reared back and gave him an ‘are you kidding me’ look.

“Just a friendly kiss,” he said, and I could see he was laughing at me, “because I’m doing you a friendly turn.”

Well as far as I was concerned it was a case of what the hell? I mean, I’ve kissed some frogs in my time and he looked more like a prince than some of them.

So I gave him his kiss and then stepped back and he just shook his head.

“I meant a proper kiss,” he said, and then he just pulled me towards him and kissed me.

Bloody hell that man could kiss. He must have studied the subject to do it that well. In nothing flat I was completely lost in his kiss, quite eager to expand my education in this area.

Now I want to explain something to you. I was wearing a long strapless sundress. You know the sort of thing. It had an elasticized top that holds it up above the boobs, with the skirt reaching down to my ankles. Naturally, with a strapless sundress I was also wearing a strapless bra. My panties were just a simple thong. Very simple. Any simpler and I wouldn’t have been wearing any. But the point I’m trying to make is that my dress was ankle length.

That’s why it came as a distinct shock to me when I felt this big fat cock starting to push its way inside me. I just froze for a moment, trying to sort out what was what. It dawned on me that the movement of my dress against my legs hadn’t been just the dress rubbing against me but the dress being drawn up and bunched around my waist. My thong had proved as much as a hindrance as a bit of string (which it resembled) and had just been flicked to the side.

While I was sorting all this out, that big fat cock had pushed past my lips and was starting to make real ground in getting to know me. I managed to pull my head away from Tom, breaking the kiss and looking at him in shock.

I was going to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but it was bloody obvious that he knew. Even as I went to open my mouth he gave this little push, and he sank in even further. I wanted to tell him to take it out when my predicament suddenly dawned on. If I said stop, would he refuse to give us the health certificate?

While I was dithering, Tom was acting. His hands closed around my bottom and the next time he gave a little push he also pulled on my bottom, resulting gelibolu escort in his erection pushing all the way home. Just like that I was suddenly skewered on Tom’s cock, mouth hanging open in shock and extremely aware of what was going on.

Now that he was safely in me, Tom didn’t give me another chance to say no. His hand clamped over the back of my head and dragged it towards him and he was kissing me again.

You know, the lips are really sensitive, picking up the lightest touch, and Tom was totally ravishing mine. But that was not enough of a distraction, I assure you, to pull my attention away from other parts of my body.

While one hand was holding my head in place, his other one had pulled down the top of my sundress. That’s the trouble with elastic. It’s quite willing to stretch for whoever pulls on it. Tom didn’t even bothered to unclip my bra. He’d just pushed it down to join my top, letting my boobs pop out and present themselves.

Neither was Tom dilatory about making their acquaintance. His hand seized the nearest one and he was fondling it and playing with my nipple.

So he was kissing me, and it was exciting, but my attention was drawn from that to this hand that was playing with my breasts, which were lapping up the attention and letting me know it. And on top of all that was Tom’s cock and the fun it was having.

Now I know I called it a big fat cock, but honestly, it couldn’t possibly be as big as it felt. It was the unexpectedness of the situation that was exaggerating its size, I was sure. Not that knowing that helped. It still felt big and fat and it was in me.

And if kept on coming into me. I’m sure it must have been withdrawing at some stage but all I was really aware of was this cock charging in, in, and in again. It never stopped. And as far as I was concerned the situation was not improved by my pussy deciding it like the action and eagerly welcoming each thrust. My own damn body was betraying me.

I mean, it was practically rape, and I was just lapping it up, returning Tom’s kiss, pushing my breasts into his groping hand and absolutely grinding my groin against him, trying to take even more of him into me.

This was not the demure young woman I thought myself to be. As soon as Tom’s cock had forced its way past my lips I seemed to turn into a lust crazed tart, banging him just as hard as he was banging me.

If you’ve ever seen a cook with a spiked mallet tenderising a steak then you’ll know how my pussy felt. Tom was tenderising it to an amazing degree. It was sensitive enough to pick up the least movement of his cock and if it could speak it would have been shouting more gemlik escort please.

The bench that Tom had backed me against was bolted to the floor, and thank god it was. Tom drove in so hard that I finished up with a crease across my bottom, pressed in by the edge of the bench. And all the time, my excitement levels were rising.

My lips were screaming with joy, my breasts were singing their happiness and my pussy was driving me wild with its shrieking elation. By the time Tom suddenly stiffened and started hosing me down I was long lost. The first splash was enough to take me over the edge and I just happily slipped away into nothing but the feelings that wracked my body.

When I was cognitive of what was happening around me I saw Tom writing on a sheet of paper and signing it off. He held it up and I could see the words Health Certificate across the top. Then he rolled it up and snapped a rubber band around it and handed it to me.

Without another word, Tom turned and left, leaving me standing there in a most bemused state.

The first thing I did was put down the certificate, go to the restaurant bathroom and have a good shower. I didn’t even want to guess at what was trickling down my legs. After that I returned to the main restaurant and started doing all those silly little things on Tom’s list. It didn’t take long. Then I sat down and relaxed.

Four o’clock tolled up and there was a knock on the door. I answered it and there was this grey looking older man there. He smiled, nodded, and announced he was from the health department for the inspection.

I’m like, hey, what?

I told him that someone had already been and given us a certificate, but he shook his head. He was the local inspector. No-one else. I invited him in to see the certificate.

He opened the certificate and looked it over. Then, without even cracking a smile, he started to read it to me.

“This is to certify that I have inspected the premises and found them free of cholera, measles, whooping cough and bubonic plague.”

He gave me a dry look.

“Not exactly the sort of things we look for, I’m sure you will agree. The rest of the certificate expands on things that you don’t have. I’m pleased to see that you don’t include a slaughterhouse on the premises.”

Very funny. I snatched the certificate off him and started reading. I suppose it was funny in a way and no doubt my brother would enjoy it. Me, I wasn’t amused.

I sat back while the real health inspector did his stuff, but I could swear I could hear him sniggering every so often. He finished up, complimented me on the state of the place and filled out a genuine health certificate, which I read carefully. He seemed to find that funny, as well.

He departed leaving me with the certificate and a question.

If I had yielded to Tom because I thought he was the health inspector did that mean, because he wasn’t the health inspector, it was rape, as I didn’t know who was screwing me?

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*This is complete work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.*

*The persons within this story all of legal age, all acts depicted are consensual.*

*I also do not write the quick wham bam type stories, I enjoy the fantasy of the lead up.*

“Ah, finally it is Friday, the long work week is over,” I thought to myself as I pulled into my carport. I was loosening my tie as I walked in my dining room door, already planning my weekend of nothingness.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a cold glass of iced tea, sat down at the table to open my lap top and log onto my favorite story site, . When the site opened I went to my profile page to see if my latest story had been approved yet. When I saw that it had been I smiled and checked the comment page, there were only 3 so far, 2 anonymous with nice comments, but the 3rd really drew my attention. The poster name was listed as redcarpet, an intriguing name. As I read her comments about how she has enjoyed the stories I have posted, and looks forward to reading anything I post.

“I enjoy the erotic images that your stories put into my mind,” she posted, “they always help make my lonely nights more enjoyable.”

Before I sent my reply, I had to check her profile. One thing I always do, is reply to feedback, possitive or not. I feel if a person takes the time to leave a note, it is just the right thing to do by replying and thanking them for reading my story. Her profile listed her as a redhead in her 30’s, divorced and living in Washington State. I noticed that her join date was almost 1 year ago.

So I made a reply to her feedback saying, “thank you very much for reading my stories, I am happy that you found them erotic enough to enjoy, and it is my pleasure to bring you some little pleasure.” I then headed off to take a shower and relax a bit by reading some of the new stories.

After finishing my shower, I put on my robe and moved my laptop into the living room, relaxing on the sofa I was about to browse the new stories, when I noticed I had a PM, opening it I was shocked to see a message from redcarpet. “Just a quick note to tell you, you bring me more than just a little pleasure with your stories, please write more,” she had written.

I replied back, “You are why I write.”

I then went on to explore the newest stories to find some good erotic reading. I had just opened a story about an anonymous encounter that looked promising when the doorbell rang. I sat the laptop on the coffee table and answered the door, there stood my new neighbor. She had just moved into the condo next to mine last weekend. I had helped her move a few large items, and got her garage door opener working, simple fix, just replaced the batteries.

“Hi,” I said, “is the garage opener giving you problems again?”

“Oh no, it is working great.” she told me, “I saw you were home and wanted to thank you for your help last weekend.”

“It is my pleasure.” I stated. This seemed to bring a slight eyebrow lifted look from her.

“I am not sure if you enjoy wine,” she told me, “but I brought you over a bottle of my favorite as a thank you.”

“To be honest with you,” I said, ” seldom drink anything, but it is the weekend, please come in and we can share a glass and get a little acquainted.”

I stepped aside to let her in, closed the door and lead her to the kitchen so I could get the bottle opener and a couple glasses. We headed to the living room, I asked her to sit on the sofa, I opened the wine and poured tow glasses for us, then sitting on the other end of the sofa, we erdemli escort toasted to neighbors.

“So,” I said, “my name is Paul, it is a pleasure to have a new neighbor.”

“Hi Paul, I am Lisa, and I am please to meet you as well,” she said.

We chatted for about 30 minutes, finding out some information about each other, she had been divorced for just over a year, and had decided it was time to relocate and see if she could make a fresh start.

I told her that I was divorced as well, had been for 5 years, but I enjoyed Nevada and wanted to stay in town.

Lisa was an attractive woman, looking to be in her mid 30’s I guessed, very bright blue eyes and redish-brown hair that cascaded almost down to her waist and about 5’6″ or so.

At that point, there was a buzz from upstairs. “Excuse me a minute,” I said, “I need to take some towels out of the dryer.”

“My washer & dryer will be delivered next week,” she casually mentioned, “I look forward to that, I dislike going to the Laundromat.”

“Well,” I offered, “you are welcome to use mine if you need to.”

“Really, that would be so great,” she exclaimed, “I do have a small load I would like to get done, if you really don’t mind.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, please bring them over, you can get them done while we talk.”

Lisa stood up and said, “I will go grab my clothes and be right back, thank you so much.” I walked her to the door, when she had left I went upstairs to get my towels out of the dryer, folded them and put them in the closet.

I walked back downstairs to wait for Lisa by the door, she was just coming through the gate, I reached for her laundry basket to carry it upstairs for her.

“My, but aren’t you a gentleman,” she said smiling.

“It is my pleasure to please a lady,” I said with a wink.

She just kind of looked at me, starting to say something, but stopped.

I carried her basket upstairs, and told her I would go back down to the living room and pour us another glass of wine.

I had just poured the wine and set the bottle down when Lisa came downstairs, again thanking me for my help.

She sat down on the sofa, a bit closer to me this time as we again began to talk about miscellaneous adventures and mis-adventures in life. As we chatted, there were a couple dings from my laptop, my email program advising me of some incoming mail.

“Excuse me,” I said, “let me take a quick check of my email.”

As I turned the laptop so I could check my mail, at this point I realized I still had Lierotica open.

“Well,” she exclaimed, “Literotica!”

“I am surprised you knew the site,” I told her. “I enjoy the stories and have written a few.”

“Really?” She said, “I also am a member of the site, I was just reading some new stories earlier today.”

I opened my mail program and noted that the new emails were nothing of great importance.

“Please,” Lisa said, tell me about your stories, better yet, can I read them if you are not to embarrassed?”

“Lisa,” I said, “if I was embarrassed, I wouldn’t write, I must warn you, I do not write short bang bang stories, I like to lead up to things, it is my way of bring a little pleasure both to myself and others.”

After my statement, Lisa just looked at me, her eyes were lifted to the right as if in thought.

Just then the spin cycle ended on the washer, she stood up and turned to go upstairs and put her clothes in the dryer. Giving me a side glance as she went to the stairs.

“Paul,” she called down, “do you have any dryer sheets?”

“Yes,” fatsa escort I called back to her, “they are in the closet to the right.” I stood and walked to the bottom of the stairs, waiting to make sure she found them.

“Got em,” she said, “thanks.”

I looked up the stairs and was impressed by the sight of her shapely butt as she bent to put clothes in the dryer. I guess I was lost in thought while watching her bent over, because I did not notice she had finished loading the dryer and was standing and turning toward me.

She just looked at me and smiled as she started down the stairs.

“So,” she said as she returned to the sofa, “how about that story?”

“I am logged onto the site now,” I told her, “you can find my stories on my profile.” I handed her the laptop. She took it and as her finger was resting on the mousepad, she looked at me with what could only be construed as a lustful look, her blue eyes very sparkly.

“Is this really you, I mean your profile?” She asked.

“Yes, of course it is.” I stated

“Well in that case,” she said “I really don’t think I need to read your stories.”

Shocked I asked, “why is that, did something offend you?”

“OH dear Paul,” she whispered, “quite the opposite, um, well, Paul, I am redcarpet.”

“No way, wow,” I exclaimed, “you’ve got to be kidding me, we just exchanged a short pm a couple hours ago.”

“Now, it is I who is embarrassed,” she said, blushing slightly.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I told her, “there were no inappropriate words exchanged, you left me a wonderful feedback message, and I replied.”

“It is the thoughts behind those words,” she said quietly. “I read your stories and fantasized that we, you and I were the characters.” “And when you sent the message about giving a little pleasure, um, well, I must admit, I got quite excited.”

“Well Lisa,” I said, “I guess now that you see the real me, just a old guy, with an active imagination, you may have to re-visualize your fantasies.”

“Paul,” she said, “it is your words that bring the fantasy, I honestly never pictured anything more than the visual descriptions in your stories. I think I need some more wine.”

Lisa reached for the bottle and rested one hand on my leg as she leaned to get it. When she poured her glass and replaced the bottle, her hand remained on my leg. Scooting a bit closer to me, she looked back to the laptop, closed it and leaned back into the couch, causing her hand to pull my robe open a bit. Her hand was now resting on my upper thigh, she seemed to be lost in thought as she sipped her wine, I reached down to adjust my robe, which had opened and exposed a lot of my bare leg.

The dryer buzzed, startling her out of her trance. She leaned forward to set down her glass, stood to get her laundry, saying, “let me get my clothes out so they don’t wrinkle, we have lots to talk about now.”

As Lisa ascended the stairs I watched her slowly walk up, there seemed to be a bit more sway to her step, and I swear I could hear her humming a bit.

While she was upstairs, I took the opportunity to drain my glass and pour myself another, standing to fix my robe and get my thoughts together. It had been a rather surprising revelation we just shared, and truth be told, I was very aroused.

I sat back down on the sofa, lost in my thoughts, thinking how close a fantasy had come to being a real time adventure, well, minus the adventure, but very real. I heard the dryer close, then I heard the bathroom door close and some water running. Figuring finike escort she had to use the restroom after having a few glasses of wine, I thought nothing about it.

A few minutes later Lisa was coming back down stairs, as she walked toward me, there was a very obvious difference in her appearance, causing me to gasp and get an immediate tent in my robe.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said seductively, “but I borrowed one of your t-shirts.”

My shirt barely came past her upper thighs, her nipples very clearly erect.

I just stared, mouth open, looking first at the clear outline of her breasts, down to the smoothness of her thighs. A vision of beauty that no words I could write would do justice.

“My God, you are a gorgeous woman,” I said, between my gasps of breath.

“This is an outfit you have in one of your stories, one that makes me the hottest.” She said as she walked toward me.

Lisa reached down and untied the belt on my robe, slowly opening and pulling it off of me. Then she reached for the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head, revealing her beautiful body to my eyes. She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts across my lips, I placed my hands around her waist, holding her close as I licked her nipples. I let my hands roam lower, it was then I noticed her tiny red panties.

“I bought these panties after I read your story,” she told me, “I fantasized wearing them for you.”

“They are almost the exact panties as I visualized in my mind when writing the story.” I told her. As I ran my hands down to her ass, feeling much more skin than fabric, I took a sharp intake of breath, as Lisa moaned.

Lisa leaned forward, climbing onto my lap facing me, placing her knees on either side of my thighs, lowering her panty clad body onto me. I could feel the warmth and dampness of her pussy as she rested herself on my hard dick, rubbing back and forth.

“Oh damn Lisa,” I moaned, “I don ‘t think my old body can take much of this, I know I will not last much longer with you rubbing my dick like this.”

“Paul, you are now in my fantasy,” she told me. “I want to do the things to you that I have imagined since reading your stories.”

“Lisa, you are more of a fantasy than my mind could ever imagine,” I told her as I leaned forward to kiss her sweet lips. “But, you know, I am just an old guy with an active brain,” I said, “I never dreamed that I would live out any of my fantasies or writings.”

“No Paul,” she whispered in my mouth between kisses, “this is my fantasy, yours will be later.”

She then wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her tongue into my mouth, began gyrating on my lap. I was moaning into her mouth as I ran my hands over the cheeks of her ass, she was moving faster on my lap, I could feel her getting wetter and smell the musky odor of her body.

As I started to cum, I moaned, “Oh damn, Lisa, I am cuming, God, yes please let me cum!”

Her breast became faster, moving quicker on me she moaned, grabbed me tighter her lips locked on mine, our tongues dancing, I felt her movements stop, she was still and holding me tight as she groaned.

“Damn Lisa,” I said while catching my breath, “that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.”

“Hmmm,” she said, “that sounds like a challenge to me, I want to see just how intense we can get.”

She slid off my lap, running kisses down my chest, seeing my cum all over my belly, looking up to my eyes, she began to lick my belly, lowering her mouth down taking my shrinking dick in her mouth she began sucking and licking, her mouth soft and warm. “We have only just begun,” she said.

I have gone on a lot longer than I anticipated, I will continue this story at another time. Look for Lisa’s red carpet to follow very soon. This story is pure fantasy, but I do think I can carry it on for a few chapters.

Thanks for staying with me.

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“Mm good morning.”

“Oh my god babe you scared me.”

“Hm, why? Are you expecting someone else?”

“Of course not. I just thought you’d have to stay for training later than this.”

My boyfriend is in the military. Currently he is going through a weeklong training program, and since I never see him, I thought I’d travel down to where he is and stay in a hotel on his base to be near him. Words cannot describe seeing him walk through the hotel door in his sexy uniform. Every morning I wake up wet, rubbing my pussy to this image. Thinking about it turns me on so much.

“Well I got out early. Now aren’t you excited to see me?

“Definitely. Now I don’t have to pleasure myself. You can do it for me.”

“Oh, yes. Good girl.”

“Come here babe. I want to make your cock nice and hard for me.”

After he ripped off his uniform, to my disappointment, he walked over to me on the ground where I was on my knees waiting for him. Running my tongue from the base to the tip, I licked hungrily up and down. I love his cock nice and wet from my mouth efeler escort before I slide it inside. Sucking on his tip, I stuck my tongue out so he could thrust in my mouth. Taking him deep down my throat, I sucked hard, with my tongue also lapping on the underside of his cock. I moaned around him, using my hand to jack him off in between deep throating. Cupping his balls, I made my way down his cock so I could suck on them. Flicking out my tongue, I latched on to one, then the other, while gripping his ass.

I could feel myself growing wetter with every lick, so I stood up so he could pleasure me. I slid off my panties, lied back on the bed, and opened my legs for him.

Touching my pussy lips, he said, “Mm are you ready for me?”

In answer, I pulled him down to my level and lifted my hips to his mouth. Watching him worship my pussy, I ground into his mouth, needing his cock to be thrusting into me. Usually I enjoy a lot of foreplay. I love fingering myself and coming before we have sex. My pussy is much more sensitive and I’m likely elbistan escort to orgasm with his cock inside me this way. But anyway, we were both so horny, as always, so I told him I needed his cock to fill me up and fuck me hard. I changed positions and put a pillow under my hips so he could get a deeper penetration. Pushing my legs wide, he slid inside me. I threw back my head and moaned, needing him as deep and fast as possible. I started grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples while I fucked his cock, taking what I needed. After several thrusts, I pushed him back and pinned his shoulders down so I could ride him. This is my favorite position to cum and he knows it.

He loves feeling my muscles tense all around him while I grab the sheets and release all over him. We definitely enjoy my cum. Since I squirt, I always tend to make a ‘mess,’ but it always turns him on more.

“Yeah baby, cum on my cock.”

“Oh, yes. I’m going to. Then I’m going to lick it all up.”

“Ah, yes. Do it for me.”

Straddling him, I made erciş escort his cock wet with my mouth again. Then right as I was about to put him inside me, I teased his tip against my folds, making me even wetter. I circled my clit with his cock and then reached down to lick off the pre cum that formed when I stroked his cock on my lips. As I was dripping pussy juice on his cock, I sat down on it hard, gripping him tightly. Bending down, I pulled my bra away from my tits so he could suck on my nipples while I rode him fast. Grabbing his shoulders, I tightened my muscles when I could feel my orgasm building, needing an intense release.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on me.”

“Oh god, I’m so close.”

My pussy was almost too wet to keep going. At last, I came forcefully, and squirted all over his cock, which dripped down to his balls. Collapsing on top of him, he pushed me back so he could cum in my mouth.

“Clean up your mess,” he commanded me after he grabbed my hair and put his cock in my face.

“Mm, yes baby.”

Licking up all the thick white pussy juice I made, I sucked his cock vigorously, using my hand to make him cum. I jacked him off fast until he released into my mouth. Looking up at him, I swallowed it, and then licked my lips to get any remaining cum. Lying back, I smiled knowing that the next day, the same thing would happen again.

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David Spencer had hidden his ancestry well. No one in the states knew that he was a direct descendant of the infamous Dr. Frankenstein, who created the creature that wrought fear in the people of the tiny village in Transylvania. And resulted in the tragic deaths of the scientist, his assistant, and the creature. No one knew that Frankenstein’s fiancee had left the country already pregnant with his child. But because of the scandal of his hideous creature, Frankenstein’s bride-to-be fled to America to hide and start a new life. It was there that she met another scientist fell in love. He treated her like a princess, and the baby she bore, he adopted. Thus the name Frankenstein was removed from the family, until the children were told of their true heritage, when they reached adulthood.

It was 5 years ago, today, October 31st, that David’s grandmother told him of his true heritage. Ironic, David thought, that I am a scientist, too. Not only a scientist, but a surgeon. Ever since his grandmother had told him about his family’s past, David found himself curious about his ancestor’s acheivments and final disaster. Which is what brought him here…to Transylvania. It was as his grandmother had told him. The mob, of so long ago, had chased the creature to the windmill, where the doctor and his assistant followed and got trapped. The angry and scared mob set fire to the mill and burnt it down.

No one seeming to have a thought about the old castle where the creature was given birth. It was there, 5 months ago, that David found all of Frankenstein’s notes on how he created his monster. David found that he was becoming more fascinated and positive that it could be accomplished. With the advancements that science has made in the years since the original creature’s birth, David’s scientific mind began forming the plan for another creature. A new creature. A scientific breakthrough of new proportions.

He began researching the small town and its inhabitants. He amazingly found Ian…a descendant of Frankenstein’s assistant, who was eager and willing to help David in his quest. Contrary to what people had been lead to believe, Igor was not a deformed man, himself. Just a short-statured man, who had fallen from a roof he was repairing. The injuries are what caused his limp and slightly bent posture. Unknown to them, he had had many lovers. Several had been local wenches. One of which bore him a son, but which they kept secret, since Igor was married. His wife tragically died in a horse accident, and that is when he met and began working for the scientist, in the castle, outside of town. But the mother of his child, raised him and passed on down the line the truth of their heritage.

David and Ian worked for months repairing and improving the equipment in the dusty, old laboratory. Then began their plans on creating a better creature, and dazzling the minds of other medical greats. Some things didn’t change, and they had to plan to steal a freshly deceased body, and a brain. In such a small town, things hadn’t changed much in nearly a hundred years. David and Ian were careful not to be seen entering or leaving the old castle. They could still hear the stories being told of that long-ago night, when a terrible creature had been destroyed. It was David’s first day there, when he heard the story being told by an old man in the local pub, and when he decided it would be best not to let the locals know of his goings-on. Ever since, David, and then Ian with him, would do their work at the castle at night.

Five months later, their work is finished and the final work was to be done tonight. October 31,2001. Exactly 100 years from the day of the original creature’s birth. David and Ian quietly wound through the quiet streets, with their horse’s hooves wrapped in burlap, to keep from making noise on the cobble-stoned road. They quietly entered the graveyard, and found the newly dug grave. The poor man was a victim of an accidental stabbing, and bled to death, since there was no surgeon nearby. A perfect specimen for David. He knew he could repair the damage easily. When they finished digging up the man and loaded his body on the wagon, they filled the hole with dirt again, and headed back to the castle. When the body was situated on the table, David sent Ian to retrieve the new brain. Ian returned, without incident, and David had just finished removing the man’s own brain. They carefully finished and closed him up. Thanks to David’s skill, the sutures were well hidden.

It was time for the final stage. They strapped the man on the table and applied the electrodes that would send electric currents through the body and bring him back to life. To their credit, David and Ian had picked a fine specimen. He was a tall man, at 6’2″, with broad shoulders and a firm physique. Afterall, he was 30 and the local carpenter, and used to hard physical work. He had brown hair, and if his eyes opened again, they would be a captivating blue. A physical attribute that the good doctor and his assistant were not aware of, or had even thought of, was his dick. It merzifon escort was normal when soft, but when he was alive, the carpenter was well known with the women, of having the biggest dick, in town. Not that any them left town. He had satisfied many of the horny women, of this small town, and they all had shown up for his burial. Their husbands/lovers never knowing the true reason why they cried so. That they would miss his talented tongue and his satisfying 10″ dick.

David and Ian watched as the elctricity passed through the body and anxiously anticipated the results of their efforts. David had Ian shut off the current, at the precise moment he signalled, and then they bent over the man. David, with his stethescope, listening for a heartbeat…a breath. Then, finally, he heard it. A short breath, then a faint thump. As he listened, they got stronger…louder. Until he was breathing regularly, and his heart beat steadily. David and Ian shouted with glee and danced around table, as the man awakened. They stopped and unstrapped him, then began working on motor skills. He walked around the lab with just a slight waver, but as he walked, it disappeared and he was walking normally. Then they worked on speach.

Amazingly, all it took was some refreshing, and the man was talking as if it had been moments, not years since his death(afterall, it WAS someone else’s brain). They were soon chatting and talking of everyday things. Finding out that the man, via the new brain, was a man of science himself. David felt safe in revealing the truth of how the man became, and he sat quietly, as David told him how he came about. Afraid that the man would be angered, he was quite surprised when he asked questions and seemed to be fine with it. David relaxed and asked what the man wanted to be called. Did he want to be called by his own name or a new one? The man chuckled and replied,”I think Adam would be nice. A new beginning, for a new man.” They agreed and decided to go to the kitchen for some food. They ate and talked until dawn, then decided to get some sleep.

Later, in the afternoon, they all sat eating lunch discussing what to do now. It was decided that the man couldn’t be seen locally, since too many people would recognize his face as the dead man. So they planned on Adam returning to America with David. Ian was sorry to see them go, but was happy in knowing that they were successful. In time, David would be able to reveal their accomplishment to society, and not fear the terror Frankenstein had faced. Until then he could only trust a very few to keep his secret.

A couple of days later, David and Adam were flying across the Atlantic, and returning to David’s home in Virginia. Time passed quickly, and Adam fell gracefully into the medical world and related well with other people. He had a secret that he hadn’t shared with David though. His sexual appetite seemed to consume him. It was now almost a year later, the night before Halloween…the night of his birth, and Adam still kept this to himself. Not a day had gone by, since that first afternoon that he woke up after he was made, that he had to relieve himself. That first afternoon, he was unsure, but followed instinct and stroked his hand over his long dick until his cum erupted and landed on his stomach and chest. It was a strong orgasm and he was more than happy to experience it over and over again. Sometimes more than 6 times a day.

Adam had to be careful, since the sight and smell of women triggered his libido, and he would get an instant hard-on. But what he fought the hardest, was his attraction to David’s sister, Laura. She was the youngest of the family, and still treated as the baby, although she fought hard to prove herself an adult, to her family.

She was hardly a child, being 25, and a teacher. But, like most families where the youngest child is also the only daughter, Laura was still pampered, despite her efforts to get her family to stop. They still treated her like she was 12 and didn’t know anything about the real world. All except Adam. He was the only one who treated her like an adult. He didn’t ruffle her hair when he passed her, or spoke to her in an almost condescending tone. Granted she was still a virgin, but not because of wanting to be. it was more from her big brothers(there were 3)threatening any of her boyfriends. To the point where Laura gave up and waited until she was out of the house, and on her own. Until that time, Laura had to pleasure herself, for satisfaction. She snuck porn videos into her room and watched them as she fingered herself to an orgasm. Learning by watching, until she could experience it for herself. Lately, Laura had begun to notice David’s friend, Adam more. He was always quiet, but treated her with respect and as an adult.

She had never thought of herself as more than just a little attractive. Another strike against her brothers, since they scared the shit out of any potential suitors so they would be too scared to voice what they thought of her, or her body. But seeing some of the mezitli escort looks that Adam had given her, gave her a new confidence…a new awakening in her own body. For Laura recognized the looks from Adam, as the same looks on the faces of the stars in the movies she watched late at night…looks of wanting…of desire. She had even caught a look at the sudden bulge in his pants, before his quick retreat and left the house. The sight of his size, regardless that it was covered, caused an immediate wetness between Laura’s thighs. She quickly excused herself to bed, but used it as an excuse to go to her room and relieve the pressure in her groin. She quickly stripped and lay on her bed, her fingers pinching her already hard nipples…causing more wetness between her thighs.

Her legs parted and she fingered her wet lips and clit, then pushed two fingers into her hot snatch and began pumping them. She pumped faster, rubbing her thumb over her clit…thinking of Adam and his cock. Imagining he was pumping it in her virgin pussy. That thought, combined with her fingers, had Laura reaching the pinnacle, then falling as she experienced the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Lying on her bed, legs still spread and fingers buried in her pussy, Laura’s mind wasfilled of possibilities. All including Adam, for Laura now new that Adam HAD to be the one. The man to take her virginity…to make her a true woman. Now she had to make sure he felt the same as she did. For if Laura was truthful, she had liked Adam from the moment David had brought him home from his trip overseas. She had to admit, his accent was a bit of a turn-on, too. But more than anything, it was that they got along so well, and her whole family liked him, so were less likely to try to scare him away.

Laura got up off her bed, and went to the bathroom, which she had access to from her room. She turned on the shower, and as she waited for it to warm up, she looked at herself, really looked at herself, as a man would see her, in the full length mirror. She was of average height, at 5’7″, with long dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes. Her face was heart shaped, and there were slight dents on each side of her mouth, where dimples appeared when she smiled, which was often. Her gaze travelled lower to her breasts, and she turned to the side admiring their firmness, for 36C. She ran her hand over her flat stomach and stopped as it reached her well trimmed pubic hair. She turned a little more to look at her ass, and was pleased to notice that it, too, was firm. Her thighs were well sculpted, too. It pays to have a membership at the Y and be able to swim year round. Finishing her self-inspection, and happy with what she saw, Laura climbed into the shower and washed. Images of Adam running through her mind…and even as she fell asleep, and every day since.

Adam found himself thinking more and more about Laura, too. Ever since he saw her eyes widen, not in shock, but in pleasure, when his dick hardened, that night at her parent’s house. He would get hard whenever he thought of her. Whether it was of a sexual nature or not. He tried to think of other women, and even dated some, but Laura was stuck in his mind. His body and heart told him he had to have her, but his head told him that her family would stand in the way. Even if he was David’s friend. He was afraid of what even David would do, if he and Laura became lovers. But no matter what Adam thought, or tried to convince himself of, his mind wandered to Laura and himself.

The images overtaking his thoughts of staying away, and making his dick harden. Soon finding he had to relieve himself, once again, to the thoughts of pleasuring Laura, then releasing his cum-filled cock deep into her tight pussy. At that thought, Adam’s cock exploded and he watched as his cum shot into the air, then landed on his face, chest and stomach. His moans filled the air, as he slowly relaxed. This was becoming almost a constant state for Adam, and he needed a release. He HAD to have Laura. Damn the consequences of her family. He quickly formed a plan. Hoping she was free, Adam picked up the phone, and dialed Laura’s cell phone. He knew it was her lunch time, at the school, so she would have the phone turned on. It rang twice, then her soft voice, with her quiet southern drawl answered. His breath caught in his throat, for a moment, then he answered,”Laura, it’s Adam.” Was that a gasp of pleasure?”Adam! Hi! Is something wrong?”

“No. Nothing is wrong. I was calling to see if it was too late to invite you to a Halloween party. A colleague of David’s is having it at their place, and….”

“I’d love to. What time will you pick me up?”

“Ummm, how’s 8? At least Halloween is on a Friday.”

“Great! I’ll be waiting. See you tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow, then. Bye.”

Adam let out a sigh and began stroking his cock. It had hardened as he talked to Laura, and he now stroked it as he imagined what would happen Friday. A pleasant way to celebrate Halloween…AND his birthday.

Friday finally midyat escort arrived, and Adam and Laura spent the day eagerly awaiting for the night to come. Adam got home and showered, then dressed in his costume. Chuckling to himself, as he put on the green rubber mask that so many people associated with Frankenstein’s first creation. Little did they know…

Laura took her time, after work, to shower and shave. Taking care to trim her pubic hair, shampoo her hair, and then washed with her lavender scented body wash. She dried off, then went into her room to get dressed. She smiled as she dressed, thinking the same as she had all week since Adam called. Tonight it would happen. Adam would make her a woman. At last. She pulled on the red bikini panties, then the black sheer thigh-high hose, that she fastened to the black garter belt. Then she put on the short black leather skirt, and red halter top. She applied some make up and red lipstick. She added gold loop earrings, and then began putting on a coat of red fingernail polish on her nails. When her nails were dry, Laura walked to her bed and slipped on the black 3″ high heels. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the reflection looking back at her. She smiled, pleased at the results. She hoped that dressed like this, she would be too sexy for Adam to resist her any longer.

At 8 sharp, the bell rang. Laura’s parents had already left for another party, so she was alone. She answered the door, and smiled as Adam stood in the doorway. She took in his Frankenstein’s monster outfit and laughed. What a pair they would be, a monster and a whore. Adam laughed, too, and asked if she was ready. She grabbed a jacket, as it was getting cool and they walked to his car. They talked of how their day went at work, then about the party.

“If you get too bored, let me know and I’ll bring you home. I’m not big onparties myself, but thought we should at least stay for a little while.”

Laura chuckled,”I remember past parties. I will let you know, but you should be able to tell when I’m ready.” If he only knew how much she was already.

Adam sighed,”At least one hour. After that, we’ll blow the joint. OK?”

Laura nodded,”Fine. One hour.”

They arrived at the house, and walked the path lit by tiny jack-o-lantern lights. The porch was lit with a black light-bulb, and you could hear eerie sounds emanating from inside the house. A skeleton sat on the porch swing, with a huge bowl of candy in it’s lap, for any children who dared take any. It looked like plenty had. Adam rang the bell, and Dracula answered the door. He greeted them and ushered them into the large living room, where the party was taking place.

The furniture had been removed and chairs placed around the perimeter, so you could sit, but still be part of the party. Adam and Laura mingled…Laura staying close to Adam, since she really didn’t know many people. Laura looked from the matron dressed as Queen Elisabeth, across the room, and saw David, dressed in a doctor’s coat, heading their way. His date was dressed as a sleazy nurse. Typical, Laura thought, they all dress the same. Each year David brought a new date, and each year they dress as a sleazt nurse. Her brother had NO imagination, Laura thought. David greeted Laura with a kiss on the cheek, and shook Adam’s hand. He looked Adam over and commented,”Nice costume.” Adam shrugged and answered,”I thought it was appropriate.” david laughed, “So it is. Hapy Birthday.” Laura turned to Adam,”I didn’t know it was your birthday. Happy Birthday, Adam.” With that she pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. Leaving bright red lip marks on his mask. They all laughed, and Laura wiped the lipstick off the mask.

They both spent time flirting with each other. By the time the hour was up, they were both at the breaking point and needed to leave. They thanked the host and hostess for inviting them, then left. They nearly ran to Adam’s car, and no sooner were they inside, they were wrapped in each other’s arms…kissing. Mouths open and tongues delving deeply. Exploring every possible inch. Adam pulled back and breathlessly asked,”Are you sure?” Laura nodded and answered,”More than anything.” Adam turned and started the car. Arriving at his home in a record 10 minutes. He unlocked his door, and as soon as they were in the door, he grabbed Laura and crushed her to him. Her entire length pressed against his. Her soft curves cradling all his hard plains.

They kissed passionately, as Adam held her against him, and walked them to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and slowly stripped her of her clothing. Moaning as each piece revealed more of her to him. Until she lay naked, before him. He let his hands trail slowly over her body, and gently parted her thighs. His fingers lightly parted her wet pussy lips, then slipped two fingers deep. Laura moaned and arched her back. Pushing her hips into his hand. Adam stroked faster, and soon Laura’s cries filled the room. Adam gently rubbed her pussy as she relaxed, then leaned over to kiss her lips. Then down to her tits. Sucking, and pulling on them with his mouth. Laura was moaning again, then reaching for him. Her hands worked quickly, undressing him. Then, finally, he was. Gloriously naked. His hard dick standing proudly out in front of him. Laura grasped his hard cock and pulled him to her.

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Adina climbed up out of the cupola onto the top of the bearcat where Asher was scanning the horizon with binoculars. He looked like some kind of black clad statue silhouetted against the burning bright landscape and blue sky.

The faded and dingy white of the longhunter emblem on his pauldrons stood out starkly in the bright sun. The helmet with crossed pistol and sword beneath, all bracketed between wings seemed to almost burn against his dark armored shoulder.

“Anything?”

Asher dropped his hands but continued to stare out across the dusty, empty expanse. “Nothing,” he answered sourly. When he turned to her, his face was like a mask; hard, thoughtful, his expression locked in concern and concentration. Adina could feel the anger that lay just beneath it. His expression had barely changed since they’d left the camp two days ago searching for Nat.

Just as the boy Teppi had said, faint tracks led from the camp in a direction no one from the camp would normally go.

It felt like weeks had passed since they stood on the quarry camp’s outskirts and Asher had stopped Omar when the big man began organizing a search party.

“We’ll follow the tracks,” he’d told Omar. “We’re better suited to deal with it if something’s happened.” Asher held Omar’s eyes. “Search the camp. Make sure he’s not here.” It was a kind expression, not a command.

Omar stewed angrily for a few moments before Priav approached and laid her hand on his arm. Adina remembered thinking Priav’s red brown complexion framed within the curtain of her grey and white braids seemed especially striking in that moment.

Priav looked up into Omar’s face, holding his hand in hers. “We need to make certain he isn’t here, that something hasn’t happened to him in camp.” She watched Omar’s eyes and nodded to Asher without looking away. “He’s right. Let them do what they do. You do what you are her to do.” She squeezed his hands. “Protecting our camp.”

Omar looked no happier. His jaw cabled, the damaged muscles in the right side of his face sagging and pulling. He nodded his head, then turned to Asher.

“Find who did this, Myrmidon.” Omar’s words were bitten off and harsh. Adina could see Omar didn’t believe Nat was anywhere in camp. Omar watched Asher’s lapis blue eyes for a moment, then turned away. Priav lingered watching Omar as he walked away. She didn’t say anything, she just turned and watched Asher with old eyes, her expression neutral, but Adina could feel the resigned tension behind it.

She doesn’t think Nat is in camp either.

Priav turned and raised her arms shepherding those who’d gathered back toward the rest of the camp. “We must search the camp! Nat may be here!” Priav looked to someone pointed. “Put your swimmers into the quarry! If something has happened and he is there, we need to know!”

Adina’s heart crashed to rocky bottom, the image of Nat floating face down in the quarry’s beautiful waters was like a dagger stabbing her in the chest.

Asher had all but pulled her along by her elbow as he strode back to the bearcat.

“He isn’t here.” And in those three words she could hear everything; anger, heartbreak, fear.

Less than an hour after Teppi had found them at the bluff, Adina was sitting in the driver’s seat of the bearcat as they rolled out of camp. Asher leaned out of the passenger door, following the faint trail. It ended in a ravine half a mile away that was empty save for the remains of a small fire and set of tire tracks heading west.

“Why take Nat?” she’d asked as Asher squatted studying the tire tracks.

He shook his head. “Just a slave maybe. Maybe someone that could tell them about the camp’s defenses.” He glared westward, then he got up and walked back to the bearcat. “We need to go. They have at least a whole night’s head start on us.”

Standing on top of the bearcat, Adina wrapped a hand around Asher’s leather clad, armored sleeve. “We’ll find him.”

He finally turned his eyes to her. They were so hard it hurt her heart. The severe cut of his short cropped white hair and beard only intensified the effect. He just watched her eyes, then put a hand gently on her cheek. “I hope so. But you need to be prepared. Even if we do find him.” He looked in the direction they had been heading. “It could be bad.”

Adina kissed his dusty sleeve. “But we’re going to find him. No matter what,” she told him with absolute certainty. He didn’t look back at her and she could hear his emotion in the way he swallowed hard. He nodded.

Adina hadn’t realized how fond Asher was of Nat until the boy went missing. It might have just been that Nat was a child. The image of Asher’s joyous face as he played with the children at the water’s edge was a bitter irony compared to the harshness of his expression now. But Asher’s reaction had been so sudden and extreme. He was genuinely fond of Nat.

After that Asher had closed up on her like a door slamming shut. He’d barely talked lefkoşa escort to her since they’d left. She tugged on his arm slightly to try and get him to look at her. When he didn’t, she reached up and put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to hers.

“Please don’t shut me out, Asher.” She watched his eyes. “I can feel how upset you are. But we’re in this together.” She leaned up and gave him a kiss. Then just watched his eyes. “Alright?”

He swallowed again and nodded. “We should get moving.” He climbed down into the cupola leaving her standing alone on top of the bearcat staring out in the sun scorched, empty plain.

They drove for another day and it was fully dark when she turned to Asher from where she sat in the passenger’s seat. “We need to stop, Asher.” She leaned across the console and put a hand on his arm. We haven’t stopped to rest in three days.”

The only sleep they’d gotten was napping in the passenger seat as the other person drove and she could barely move from exhaustion. “We need to stop and rest.” She pointed out the windows. “You’re not going to see anything in this.”

Adina wasn’t sure exactly what he was following. She couldn’t see a thing. But he seemed certain. Every now and then they stopped, and he hopped out, squatting down and looking at some clue or standing and gazing into the distance at some other inscrutable sign.

Asher didn’t answer her. She squeezed his arm, more insistently. “We need to sleep – real sleep, if only for a few hours.” He didn’t look at her, but the bearcat slowed. His head sagged and he nodded in agreement.

The anguished gesture was heartbreaking. Of everything she’d seen of his many emotional states up to now, this was new. She stepped around the console and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his. “Shhh… It’s alright.” Tears rolled from her eyes, her heart feeling like it was being dragged downward by a hook in her chest.

Asher put a hand on her and firmly squeezed her arm. “He’s just a kid.”

Adina kissed his hair and pulled herself tightly against him. “I know.”

They settled down on the mattress, Asher’s heavy, armored coat hanging from one of the shelves. Adina’s head rose and fell with his breathing and she pulled herself tightly to him, everything inside her a confused tumult of fear for Nat, anxiety, and helplessness. She kissed Asher’s chest and climbed on top of him. Her lapis flecked hazel eyes watched his as her long dark hair streamed over one shoulder in her loose ponytail. Adina ran her hands across his strong chest, then leaned down and put her lips on his. It was like kissing a stone at first as she lightly laid her lips on his. Then she kissed him with more urgency and his hands moved, his arms wrapping around her. He kissed her back and she put her hands on the sides of his face, her elbows on his chest, stroking his white bearded cheeks.

“I love you, Asher.” She whispered it, kissing him more and caressing his cheeks. “I love how strong you are.” She stopped and watched his eyes. “And how much you care.” She kissed him more, becoming more and more aroused.

Asher took hold of her shirt and tugged it up, not hard, but insistently. She sat up and let him pull her shirt off over her head, holding her arms up and displaying herself for him. As he put her shirt aside, she took his hands and put them on her breasts. He cupped them, squeezing gently, his fingers playing over her nipples. The thrill that ran through her arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.

“Ohhh… yes, Asher.”

Part of Adina wanted to find a way to help ease his pain, but another part simply missed his hands on her. Since they’d met, this was the longest they’d gone without having sex and her body ached for him.

She pulled his shirt up and as soon as it was off, kissed his chest. He pushed her upright, his mouth finding her breasts, sucking each nipple. She hissed at the feel of his tongue and lips on her hard, sensitive buds. Her breath caught and her legs clenched closed a little as the smoldering ache inside her blew into sudden flames. He pulled her long, dark hair out of the ponytail so that her hair fell loosely around her shoulders and ran a hand over her hair and where it lay over her breasts. Adina’s breath came fast as she reached down and opened his pants, then slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his hard penis.

“Ohhh… yes…” she whispered.

Adina hung onto the shelf with one hand, her head thrown back, breathing hard, the tail of Asher’s coat brushing her face as he thrust into her from behind. She was on her knees on the mattress, lost in the ecstatic sensation of him inside her. The ache of her wanting him had turned into building tension. Adina groaned at him filling her so completely. She could feel every sensation as he slowly pushed in and then withdrew, their lovemaking slow and intense.

“It’s so deep!” she moaned, already lüleburgaz escort so tight inside, each push of his cock a thrill that drove her closer and closer to the edge as she pushed back against it. Her other hand was on his, holding it firmly, his thumb pushed into her ass. Adina bit her lip, her hips rolling as everything inside her tummy clenched. She gripped his hand hard feeling her nails on his skin, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Keep going! Just like that!”

He kept his movements rhythmic and certain, and the slow build was tormenting, her legs shook, and her hand on the shelf failed. She fell face down onto the mattress, clinging to his hand, her other hand grasping at the shelf with no coordination as he continued the inexorable, slow driving rhythm. The sudden, sharp pleasure pain of her body giving way made her yelp as her orgasm tore through her. Her feet kicked in uncontrolled spasms, everything inside her feeling like it was clenched around his cock. Even as her body shuddered and bucked, he held her tightly, his thumb still in her ass, driving into her, pushing her through her orgasm. Her whole body locked, and she felt the sudden flood down her legs. Everything was spinning.

Adina was twitching and trembling helplessly, sagged onto the mattress when she felt him pull out of her. A relaxed moan rose up from somewhere deep inside her. “I’ve missed you,” she panted into the mattress.

Asher wrapped an arm around her, and the strong arm pulled her easily against him. Adina turned and settled her head on his chest, luxuriating in how relaxed she felt after her shaking orgasm.

Once her breathing had slowed, Asher carefully rolled her onto her back and got between her legs, looking down at her. His expression had softened, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there. She ran a hand over his scarred, tattooed chest as he pushed his cock along her labia and clit, making her twitch all over again. She smiled, watching him watch her, arching her back and rolling her hips to meet his movement. He stroked strands of her long dark hair out of her face, then bent and kissed her. It was a long, gentle thing. Adina wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back pulling herself up against him, smashing her breasts against his chest. “I want you so bad,” she whispered in his ear.

Asher started gently but their lovemaking quickly grew into violent animalistic mating. Adina was streaming with sweat, her body arching and collapsing, nothing but a rag doll in his powerful arms as he mercilessly driving his cock into her. He only rested for a moment after his first orgasm before rolling her onto all fours and taking her again. She was so exhausted, she’d come over and over, thrown into fits of primal ecstasy by his wildness, taking what he wanted from her as she moaned and cried, her body responding instinctively.

She’d felt his hot rush of semen a third time before he finally collapsed down on top of her, sweat soaked and panting. Adina had no idea how many times she’d cum or if she’d just been in a constant ebb and flow of one for… however long it had been.

She didn’t care. She just lay there feeling him on top of her, both of them heaving in ecstatic exhaustion.

He finally rolled off of her and pulled her against his chest again. She watched his belly rise and fall rapidly as he caught his breath. She was sore. She had to let her breathing calm again before she could say anything. She kissed his chest, tasting his salty sweat again.

“Are you alright?” She asked between deep breaths. “You’ve never… done anything like that to me before.” She glanced up at his face.

He nodded, still breathing hard as he rolled his head to kiss her sweat matted hair. He turned lapis blue eyes to hers. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head and kissed his chest again. “No. You’ve just never been that way before.” A shadow seemed to pass over his expression. She set her chin on his chest, holding his eyes firmly. “You did not hurt me, Asher. I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow at him and kissed his chest playfully again to ease what felt like sudden tension. “I’m going to be sore… I’m already sore. And I’m going to walk funny,” she grinned at him. “But you didn’t hurt me.” She slid up and took his face between her hands kissing him deeply. He drew her onto his sweaty chest returning her kisses. She pulled back and watched his expression. He pushed hair out of her face again with a gentle finger. “You’re never going to hurt me, Asher.” She ran a hand over a shaved side of his head, cocking her head and taking in his white hair, the curve of his beard. She ran a finger lightly over his lips. “I’ve never been able to say that about anyone else in my life. She kissed him again. “That’s why I love you.”

Adina grimaced at a sudden muscle spasm in her tummy, dropping her head against his chest and laughing. “But I think I need a break!”

Half magosa escort a day later, Adina was still having aches from their intense sex. She just grinned when it happened. It brought her right back to the feelings and his amazing expression of release when he finished the last time. It was only in looking back that she realized how amazing it was. She was too caught in the sensations at the moment to really understand what was happening. A blush suddenly ran up her neck as she thought about being so completely lost in it.

She looked out into the unending sameness, the images of their hard sex running through her head when a long vertical line in the distance off to their right drew her attention. She sat up in the passenger seat and squinted, the thoughts of she and Asher fading. It wasn’t a dust devil. It was too dark. She grabbed the binoculars

“What do you see?” Asher asked from the driver’s seat.

Adina pointed. “What’s that? Is that smoke?”

The bearcat rolled to a stop and Asher looked across her. “Yeah, it sure looks like it.” He climbed out of the driver’s seat and pushed hanging things out of the way pulling the big sniper rifle from its storage place, then climbed up the ladder to the top of the bearcat. As Adina put her head up through the cupola a moment later, Asher was on his belly on the top of the truck. “Stay low. We don’t know what they might be able to see. We already stick up pretty high.” Adina laid down next to him looking through the binoculars as he popped out the bipod on the rifle and looked down the large scope.

It was a streamer of smoke, but it looked like it was a long way away. In the glaring sun it was hard to tell. It came and went in the heat shimmers.

“Yeah, that’s smoke,” Asher confirmed, watching carefully. “But it’s a long way away – miles.” His cheek was laying against the rifle stock as he glanced away from the scope to get a good look around, then looked through the scope again. “With the heat haze it’s hard to tell how far away it is.” Asher got up on his knees and folded the bipod closed, snapping the covers over the ends of the scope again. “But that’s got to be it, a camp of some kind. That much smoke isn’t from just a few people.” He settled onto his knees. “Now we just need to figure out how to approach it.”

Adina stared at the smoke through the binoculars. She’d envisioned catching up to the single vehicle. The idea they would encounter a whole camp hadn’t crossed her mind. She rolled to look up at him. “What are we going to do?”

Asher let out a long breath, watching the streamer for a moment before answering. “I don’t know yet. We need to see what we’re dealing with.” He looked down at her. “But no matter what, we’re in for a fight. Do you feel ready for that?”

Adina’s heart climbed into her throat. The feeling of rough cord being tied around her wrists was suddenly there again, raw and terrifying. The pain of the punches, the kicks in the stomach, being dragged when she couldn’t breathe. When she could barely stand. And their leering eyes, their laughter…

Suddenly Nat was there in her mind’s eye. His small wrists were red and raw from the rough cord. He was so small compared to them as they punch, kicked, laughed and leered at him. The image clattered against the memory of him at the edge of the quarry; so joyous as he helped the little girl out of the water.

And another kind of heat suddenly blossomed in Adina.

Not again…

Adina’s teeth clamped together so hard it made her head ache. She nodded at Asher, unsure if she could get words out past the sudden fierce emotions. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “We’re…” Adina ground her teeth together and looked straight into his eyes, swallowing again. “We’re going to get him home.”

Asher nodded, watching the intensity in her eyes.

The camp was much further away than Adina had imagined. It had taken more than three hours of cautious driving for them to reach a place where they could safely see it and not be seen. The sun was just setting as she and Asher crawled up to the top of a rocky hill. They’d left the bearcat in a low depression not far away. As soon as Adina pushed her head up enough to see the camp, she felt the spasm in her chest and her heartbeat was suddenly thundering in her ears. The camp was much larger than she’d expected.

There were the typical shade shelters, just cloth strung up between poles or over shoddy structures. But there were also rows of metal cages with dozens of people in them. And half a dozen vehicles were parked around the camp’s perimeter.

“I thought you said there was no one out here!” she whispered fiercely.

Asher shook his head, carefully bringing the sniper rifle up. “Well, there aren’t supposed to be!” He settled the big rifle, scanning the camp through the scope. “Priav and Rafi were right. There’s a lot of empty space out here. We must have just missed whatever is out here on our patrols.” He was quiet for a moment, observing the camp half a mile away. “It isn’t really surprising, I guess. We like to think we’re more efficient than this. Obviously, we’re not.”

Adina searched the camp through the binoculars, but they were too far away for her to see any real details. “Can you see Nat?”

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