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The granite felt smooth against the skin of my buttocks. In those places where my panties gave way to the outside world it was cool. In the places where my kitty was touching them, they were wet. Every now and then I would sway my hips from side to side, just to rub the seam in a little more. I imagined it was his finger teasing me there.

I could feel the smooth edge of the countertop where the backs of my thighs met it. My legs and feet dangling off the side. My shoes were nearly falling off, but I didn’t feel like lifting them back into place. Besides, I didn’t think that they would be on my feet much longer. He was coming back to the kitchen now.

I liked the way that he looked. His youthful face grown into a much stronger man’s. The way that he carried himself with so much confidence. His shirt was tucked into a pair of Levi’s. He was toeing off his sneakers into the corner of the room. He looked at me; then paused.

“You’re still dressed.” He said to me.

“Am not.” I replied.

“You have clothing on. Still dressed.”

“What? My bra and panties are not clothing.”

“I can’t see your whole body. Still dressed.”

I felt like a child playing with fire. It was a dangerous game to test him this way. To push his buttons, the way that he always pushed mine. He wasn’t going to give up, and I didn’t want to give in. Damn it, I was the one always giving in. Couldn’t he give in this time? He just looked at me, waiting.

He crossed out of the kitchen and towards the bar. “We can start when you’re naked.” He said without even looking at me. He went about his work of making his drink. As if knowing that I would simply do as he wanted. He was right. As always.

I began by kicking off my heels. I literally flipped my foot up and the shoe went flying across the room. Bang! It sounded as it clanked towards the tile floor. Not a single word or concession from him. I felt like throwing the other one at his head.

I reached back to unfasten my bra. It was the only thing I really hoped to leave on. After all, with breasts as big as mine, one needed the reassurance of the bra to hold them up, so as not to drag to my navel. I felt fingers with mine. Warm strong fingers. His fingers. The fingers I hoped would be touching me and my growing wetness, soon. I gave another wiggle.

“Here. Let me help you.” He said.

“Thank you.” I began to push the straps down and over my shoulders.

“Can’t have you accidentally damaging the china with your tantrum.”

“I’m not having a tantrum.”

“Aren’t you?”

Damn it. He was too good at calling me out on my shit. Yes I was being a little overdramatic about my undressing. But I wanted to look good for him. I wanted him to want me. If he saw my middle-aged boobs hanging down to my waist, he wasn’t going to want any part of that.

Off my bra came. He held his hand out for it. Keeping my one hand up under my breasts, I handed it to him. He folded it up and laid it gently down on the table behind him. He picked up his drink and downed it in one swallow. He stood there just looking at me. My hands holding my breasts up. I wanted to offer a hardening nipple to his mouth. Would he take it?

“Almost ready.”

“Almost?” I was shocked.

He just looked down at my pelvis. Sitting here on the granite for so long it had warmed to my own body’s temperature. I had nearly forgotten about the little bits of fabric that made up my panties. They were as warm, as the granite. I felt completely naked already, but wasn’t as naked as he wanted me. Oh this was really going to happen. I began to fidget nervously at what we had planned. I let my breasts go.

“Help?” I inquired of him. I placed my hands on the granite behind me. It was cold and hard under my palms. I lifted my feet up to the counter’s edge, and lifted my pelvis up off of it’s warmed spot.

He seemed to take forever just examining me in this position. My ass lifted up, into the air. He wiped his finger along the granite where it had been moments before. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. He then lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “You made a mess.” He wiped them on his pants.

I felt my whole body blushing at his acknowledgement of what was happening to me. He knew how much I was enjoying displaying my body for him. I liked it when he looked at me. I also liked seeing how much looking at my body was making his own react. He had a bulge in his pants now. I couldn’t help but look again, and again, to see it growing there.

His hands found the roundness of my hips, and the fabric that encircled them. He let his finger melikgazi escort ease under it, and lift it; pulling it along my skin. I wanted his hands to be crawling across my skin, but the fabric would do for now. Over my hip bone, down along my outer hip, to my thighs. It was as if he was dragging this out for all it was worth. So slowly he moved down my skin. My hips arched up higher, my pussy clenching shut in wanting. I let out a little moan.

He came to my knees and I just had to sit back down. My butt slapping down, as it hit the stone hardness of the granite. Even my arms were shaking at the way my body was aroused. I ran my hands up and over my arms on either side, to release some of the tension growing in my body. I felt his hands still on my legs. Rubbing them for me. He did know how to do such nice things for me. To me.

“Better.” He said.

I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I was better. Or commenting on my state of undress. He ran his hands all of the way down my legs, taking my underwear with them. Off of one foot, then the other. Back up his hands came, to the underside of my knees, to my thighs. I could feel how warm they were against the skin of my outer thigh.

My hands came back up to my breasts. Lifting one and then the other. I let my fingers pull ever so slightly on them. I closed my eyes and just relished the sensation of the four hands on me. His fingers delicately strumming the skin of my legs, coming around slowly to rest on my inner thigh. Mine tugging harder at my ripening nipples. I lowered my head to my right breast and let my mouth engulf it.

My nipple was hard now. Really hard. It tasted like it always did, like my skin. I hoped that he would find my little trick at being able to do this arousing. I let my tongue get it all wet. Licking it over and under the sides. I kept my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the ripples of happiness I was creating in my body. Lick. Suckle. Bite. My kitty clamped down hard.

He stood there. I could hear his breath quicken. I could hear him grunt under his breath. I stopped, opened my eyes and looked down at his waist. Oh! It was oh so obvious that my behavior was just what he liked. I let my breasts fall back down as I reached for the buckle on his belt.

I looked at him, square in the eye now, never wavering from my task. To free his body from it’s clothing confines. He didn’t bulk, or resist. He let me do what I wanted. Pulling the button loose, I yanked up the ends of his shirt and found his skin under my hands. It was as warm as I felt. Smooth with just the right amount of tickling hairs.

I kept hauling his shirt higher and higher up his chest. I found no opposition to my plan. He was gracious in raising his arms up and even more so, when he moved the shirt over his head and off of his arms. Even sitting up here on the countertop he was so much taller than me. He smiled at me, with that twinkle in his eye.

“Turn about is fair play. You tell me all the time.” I said to him.

“So it is.”

I let my hands enjoy the feeling of his chest. The softness of the hairs upon it. I gave a kiss to the spot on his skin, nearer to his left nipple. Then boldly licked his nipple too. I imagined doing to him what he does to my own nipple, and played with the sensations of nipping, licking, and biting. He vocally attested to my display, by muttering something about teasing, to that space right behind my ear.

“I can give as good as I get.” I told him.

“We’ll see about that.” He pushed me backwards from his body.

He finished his own undressing by pushing his pants down over his hips. He shimmed his way out of them, as only men seem to do, pushing the remains of his clothing out from underfoot to the side. He stepped closer to me, and I leaned back farther. He reminded me of one of those Animal Channel programs about wild prey being stalked. My hands come in contact with the cold hardness of the space where I was seated. I was suddenly grateful for it’s strength. Please don’t let me falter now, I prayed.

He put his hands on my knees and without pausing, forced them apart. In one fluid motion, he came to rest right between my now opened, and completely naked body. My thighs drew together, and I could feel the bone of his hips, resting up against my inner thigh. His skin felt surprisingly cool to mine. Except where the bulge of his body rested upon the opening of my own. I looked down, seeing the contrast of his milky white skin to the darker richer skin of my body. Thoughts of milk being poured into espresso came to mind.

His hands were advancing menemen escort right up my body, over my hips and stomach. Reaching their destination of my breasts, he cupped each of them in turn. He didn’t falter as his mouth came down and encompassed my left nipple. His mouth was wet on my skin. His tongue lapped over my harden nipple. “Mine.” He growled between bites and suckles. “This one is mine.”

I felt overwhelmed by his statement. Or was it the sensation of my body’s response to his mouth. I felt warm. Almost too warm. The stone slab beneath me felt hot now. I could feel it becoming wet under my ass. I moved my thighs further out and they slid with ease, the water, or sweat, providing a nice lubrication. I wanted him closer to me; I pushed my body to the complete edge of the countertop. I felt his hard penis jump at the contact between us. My chest arched further up to his mouth.

I felt his right arm coming around my back, pulling me closer to his mouth. His left hand was never letting go of my left breast. Over and over his mouth pulled at my nipple. How much longer could I hold this position I wondered? My arms were starting to feel like jelly. My kitty was aching for some release. I couldn’t get my hand down to it, to rub at it and hold myself up at the same time. I tried to push my hips into his body. I was trying to get the hardness of his penis to give it to me. “Pllleeeaasssssssssssssseee” I moaned.

He stopped. He looked up at me, as if he had been waiting for me to respond. I could see the raw expression of lust in him. It shocked me. I don’t know why after all of this time, but it did. I lay backwards, fully onto the granite. My hands came up to my stomach. If I put them on it, would it stop the butterflies that were swirling around? I could feel my hair softly cushioning my head and neck. The hardness of the granite against my skull was a little too hard. He was going to be lifting my legs up into the air now. He had told me that he wanted to do it this way. I knew what to expect. Or so I thought.

His hands ran quickly down my body. My breasts flopping down against my belly; the inertia of which, caused them to flop back up and over to the sides of my body. Looking down my body, I could see the river of sweat that trickled all the way back up towards the hollow of my neck. His finger traced a line from that spot, all the way down the valley of my chest, and to the place where my hands were covering my stomach. He paused where they joined, waiting for the obstacle to be moved from his destination. I laid them to the sides of the counter. My palms pressed against the solid form beneath my body. Instantly I felt wetness forming under my palms. I wanted to wipe it off of them, to make it easier to grip.

He let his hands continue to travel down my limbs. Further they came, up along the place where my legs touched his own body, until he came to the end. Wrapping his long fingers around the tapered ends of my legs, he took hold of my ankles. He pushed my legs up so that they bent at the knees and hip. He placed my feet upon the countertop on either side of where his body bordered it. I could feel beads of sweat riveting down my skin. The air swept across the backs of my thighs. Its coolness was a welcomed relief to the growing warmth of my situation.

He was holding his own stiff member in his hand. Gently he rubbed the tip of it up and down along the soggy opening of my body. I could feel the spongy head of it caressing my lips. Using my hands as leverage, I pushed my body closer to this wonderful item. I wanted more. I craved to feel it deep inside of me. Up and down he let it slide; never actually entering. My thighs fell open, my knees hitting the granite. I momentarily felt a bit of pain at bone hitting stone, but it was soon replaced once again with that heavenly feeling. My toes curled and gripped his hips, under the sensation he produced in me.

Sounds of moaning were ringing in my ears. Long, drawn out, sighs of need and want. I felt like I was drowning in this need I heard. Where, oh where was the sound coming from? Waves of desire flowed now, like endless ripples on the surface of a pond. Over and over he let his penis slide up and down. Pausing to let it press hard and firm against either the top or the bottom of my opened and spread body. Refusing to put it inside of my hot and needy kitty.

My hands were flying over my body now. My nails scraping along the edges of my legs, my hip bone, and my stomach. My fingers digging into the flesh of my torso and my chest. My hands grappling at my breasts, as my mind was trying meram escort to grapple with the depth of desire I felt for him. “Goddess!!” I screamed out loud to him. Wanting him to hear, somebody to hear, anybody who could squelch this hunger. “Oh God please!”

Hands were pulling at my ankles. I could feel my legs in the air. The blood rushing down them as my feet were raised above my hips. My thoughts trying to keep up with the actions happening now. His hands were sweeping down the backs of my thighs, cleaning away the build up of perspiration. Firmly I felt his fingers on my slippery wet lips, pulling at them. Opening me up. So far apart. So wide he pulled them. I just wanted to close them down around something.

There. There it was. Oh it felt so good. He pushed himself into me fully. It fit so perfectly. It filled that chasm in me, as only he could do. I was sated for the moment. I opened my eyes to him. I wanted to express my gratitude to him for finally giving me what I craved.

I saw him standing there, joined to me in this primal way. His eyes closed, his head slightly upturned. He was lost to me in that moment. His hands resting on the backs of my thighs. Holding them steady, but not too hard. It was as if my thighs were the most natural place to lay his hands. His penis deeply embedded in my womb. I watched as he breathed slow and deep. The air filling up his lungs, all the way down into his torso; the way that he had filled me up so completely.

I reached out for him. To touch that place where we were joined. I put my finger out to gently probe our sexes. It was wet. My finger slid down into the space easily. Through my damp hairs I made my way. Letting them curl and uncurl around my appendage. My body was familiar territory to this finger, and my others. Then I felt it.

His hard body was sunk into the soft folds of my body. My curiosity broke the spell of his silence. His eyes flew open as he bent his head down to look at me. He cocked his head to the left, and his eyes winced slightly. It didn’t take him long to figure out what was down there, or what I was doing. “Looking for something?” He teased me. His eyes twinkling mischievously. I pulled my hand back up and grabbed the edge of the counter top.

“Yes!” I pushed my body closer to his; as if there was too much space between us. I grinned at the way his eyes flew open to my body clamping down on his penis. Letting my presence be known, I let my womb grasp him at the opening. Then clench tighter, further up his shaft. When I felt he was held tight enough, I seized the tip of it. He swallowed hard at the pressure upon his manhood.

Slowly, I released my muscles. Inch by inch, I relaxed my womb, until I had fully let go of him. I could feel him adjust himself in me. He shifted his weight from side to side, as if trying to get comfortable once again. He didn’t say a word, but he was smiling. He knew what I was capable of, and he knew that if he didn’t give me what I was craving, I would take it from him.

His hands pressed my thighs back towards my chest. He pulled his body away from mine in one long slow motion. It felt like a part of my body was being culled away. I arched my back, to draw him back to me. I used the edge of the countertop for assistance; clutching at it with both hands. It was no use. I was not in a position to change this.

His body came back into me. I was so relieved at its presence. He took my hands in his own, and guided them to my thighs. “Hold these.” I could feel the sweat on my skin under my palms. My whole body seemed to be covered it in now. My thighs felt strong under my hands, yet they shook in anticipation. My knees came down towards my head.

His hands reached up, and found the mounds of flesh on my chest. He held them, one in each hand. As he squeezed them, I could feel his fingers digging into my muscles. His face held concentration and strain. His hands were indignant as they kneaded them. He was anchoring me to the granite countertop, keeping me from moving away from him. As if I would, or wanted to. Then he moved.

His penis was stroking me now. His hands held me steady while he let himself glide in and out of my wet, oh so wet, body. Each thrust seemed to go deeper into me. I could feel this pulsing picking up speed. That bubble of excitement was growing rapidly. Magically he touched and caressed all of those places in me.

Oh it felt good. No, it was great. I felt nothing anymore but his body rubbing mine. His hands holding my body in place for his. He pressed himself, fully, as humanly possible into my vagina. To the hilt, as they say. Then he began to dance it seemed. Was it up and down, or side to side? My brain felt foggy. I could feel my body getting ready to explode from the pressure he had built up in me. OHHHHH! I screamed as my orgasm let loose. Beautiful rainbows danced around me now. I looked at him.

He was smiling.

~fin~

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I was half-way through a day shift on a Wednesday morning, as I sat at a computer in the muster room, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and I looked up to see the shift supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing there with a clipboard in his hand.

Morrow was one of those big, rugged, old-style cops that you just don’t see any more, and he said, “I’ve got a little job for you, Mark.”

“What’s that?” I said, sitting back from the keyboard, to show him he had my full attention.

“Your shifts have been changed this week,” he started, looking up from his clipboard, “Sorry about the short notice, but I think you’ll like this.” He smiled, like he had something interesting to show me.

He sat in a chair next to me, and said, “I know you were supposed to have the weekend off this week, but the Ocean City Expo is on this Saturday, and the Commander wants me to send a uniformed officer over there to fly the flag, and just represent the local police command.”

“I see,” I answered. I had no plans for my days off, so having my shifts changed wasn’t a problem, as far as I was concerned.

“The boss told me he wants me to give the job to a keen, conscientious young officer, who presents himself well to the public,” and as a little surge of pride went through me, the sergeant added, “but, I thought I’d send you, anyway.”

“Gee, thanks, Sarge,” I said with a smile, “I feel as though I’m being groomed for something big.”

“You’re okay,” he answered, smiling back, “I’ve got a station full of some of the laziest bunch of coppers I’ve ever seen, here. At least you like to get out and do some police work now and again, so if an easy job like this comes up, I don’t mind looking after you.”

He got up out of his chair, and added, “I guarantee you’ll have an easy day. They’re providing their own security, so all you’ve gotta do is walk around checking things out.” He grinned, and continued, “You might have some lost kids and found property to look after, but that’ll be about it. Fran’ll be down shortly with some instructions from the boss, so I’ll leave you to it.”

The sergeant walked to the door, and turned, with his big, rugged smile, and said, “By the way, Mark. You owe me a beer for this,” as he turned to walk back to his office.

Fran was the Commander’s personal assistant, aged about twenty-five, with a covergirl face, and a body that would have a Trappist monk ringing home to tell his mother all about her. One of my workmates had told me he met up with her at a club one night when he was off duty, and he’d had a one-night stand with her. He told me if Fran had fucked him any harder, he’d have been in traction, and I could never look at her the same way at work after that.

About twenty minutes later, Fran walked into the office, wearing a short skirt, and a blouse that was showing some of her delightful cleavage. Her tits, and her apparent willingness to show let her work colleagues ogle them, were a talking point among most of the male cops at the station, and objects of scorn and jealousy from a few of the female cops, as well. She sat next to me in the same chair that Sergeant Morrow had used, and I couldn’t help looking at her killer legs, as she swung around to face me. She waited patiently, until I had stopped getting an eyeful, and said, “So, you drew the short straw, did you, Mark?”

“Looks like it,” I answered back.

Fran handed me a manila folder, with a typewritten memo from the Commander in it, setting out my duties for the day, and a promotional leaflet from the expo organisers. “You should read that, too,” she said, indicating the leaflet, “It tells you all about the expo, and who’s gonna be there. South West Pacific TV is running the entertainment, like they always do, so you might get to rub shoulders with a few TV stars if you’re lucky.”

“You never know your luck,” I said, opening the leaflet, and skimming over the bold type. Fran made some small talk, and then left, allowing me to watch her swinging, sexy walk from behind, as she headed back to the boss’s office. I could chew on that all night, and not leave teethmarks in the same place twice, I thought to myself.

In the leaflet, I found a list of TV personalities from South West Pacific TV, who would be performing at the expo, including, among others, Maurie Acton, the “veteran comedian, and star of his own variety show,” Barry Kimball, who had hosted some of their current affairs programs since the 1980’s, and then there was Trish Collett, “one of the stars of SWPTV’s long running drama series, ‘Andersen’s Beat.”

Trish Collett’s name got my attention straight away. Her show, “Andersen’s Beat,” was a top-rating series about a veteran police commander, and his team of dedicated law enforcement professionals, that had been running on the network for over ten years, but she had only been in it for three seasons. She played a female cop called Amy Templeton in the show, and she had started off in a minor role, but over time she had kozan escort become so popular with viewers, they had made her a main character, and now there were whole episodes about her adventures. I read a review of the show one day, that described her as, “Lois Lane in a blue uniform,” and only last week, I’d read about her in a TV magazine I found in the station meal room, where it said that in just three years, she had become one of Australian TV’s hottest young stars.

“Andersen’s Beat” was not one of my favourite TV shows, and I only watched about every third episode or so, but Trish Collett was a pretty good reason to watch it. She was slim but curvy, with wavy, dark hair, big brown eyes, olive skin, and a perky, pretty face, that had a kind of “sexy-girl-next-door” thing going. She sometimes reminded me of a young Annette Funicello, in those sixties beach movies, and I had recently read that she had just turned twenty-five. Her character in the TV series often did things no real cop would do, but that of course got her into dramatic situations all the time, where she had to use her wits and wiles to save herself, and she always got the bad guy. I wonder what she looks like in real life, I thought to myself. I flicked through the leaflet and read the boss’s instructions, and I thought, Sounds like an easy day.

I had joined the state police force when I was twenty, and had been a cop for nearly eight years. I loved my job, and three years earlier, they had transferred me from Sydney to a medium sized coastal city, but my girlfriend, Isabel, had stayed in Sydney because of her job. After two years, she had broken it off, saying she just couldn’t handle a long-distance relationship any more, but next thing I knew, I heard on the grapevine she was getting around town with some young lawyer, and my source suggested she had been seeing him before she broke it off with me. My workmates were all telling me that now I was unattached again, I should get out there and fuck everything that moved, but I had seen myself having a life with Isabel, and I just didn’t feel like getting back in the arena just yet. Consequently, my love life had been zero for quite a while now. A few months earlier, I would have been unimpressed to have my weekend off cancelled, but with no woman in my life, one day was like any other, and the boss had told me I’d now have Sunday and Monday off, so it was all good as far as I was concerned.

Saturday came around, and I went to work as normal, and they gave me a marked car to drive to the huge Crestwood Hotel complex, down by the northern waterfront, to spend my day “walking around checking things out,” as Sergeant Morrow had said. There was already a fair crowd in the reception centre, when I got there, and on the stage I saw an old guy in a suit, announcing some of the “celebrities” who were going to perform, and take turns as M.C. during the day.

I heard him say Trish Collett’s name, and I looked over at the stage, to see her step forward to the mike. She looked much the same as she did on TV, but I was surprised to see she was a little more petite than she looked onscreen. She looked like she was only about five feet five inches tall, and was wearing a red, sleeveless dress that went to just below her knees, hugging her shape on the way down, and flaring a little at the bottom. Her hair was up, and she had a black necklace with a cameo on it, setting off her olive skin against the red of her dress. She looked stylish, elegant, hot, and sexy, in an understated way, but there was still that girl-next-door thing going on as well, and she started to work the crowd, as I stood at the back of the hall and watched her, thinking of the easy day I would have ahead of me.

After a while, I left the hall and had a walk around for an hour or so, looking at some of the exhibits, speaking to a few of the guys from the organising committee, some security guys, and one or two TV people, who were strutting around, trying to look important, and I decided to have a coffee break.

I walked back to a coffee lounge, attached to the reception centre, and sat with my coffee, idly watching the crowd, and I heard a female voice saying, “Excuse me.” I looked up to see Trish Collett herself, standing at the table, with a large cappuccino in her hand. “Do you mind if join you?” she said, with a pretty, girlish smile.

I looked around and saw there were plenty of empty tables, and I said, “Have a seat,” speaking casually, like it was no big deal, and she sat opposite me, still smiling.

“Hello,” Trish said, pausing to look at my name badge, and reading my name out loud, “Senior Constable Mark Stockton.” She looked up from my name badge, and added, “I’m Trish.”

“Hi,” I answered, meeting her smile with my own, “I had a feeling you were going to say your name was Trish.”

“I see,” Trish said, still smiling gaily, “Was that one of those cop things, where you get a gut feeling and go with it”

“Pretty much,” I answered, “I just had a hunch. Like that guy in Dragnet kumluca escort used to get.”

“So, Mark Stockton,” Trish said, sitting back in her chair, sipping her cappuccino, as she kept eye contact, “What brings you here today?”

“Just soaking up the atmosphere,” I replied, “you know, the ambience.” Then, I added, “What about you?”

“Same thing,” Trish said, keeping that girlish, genuine smile, “What a coincidence? I saw the light on, thought I’d drop in.”

We sat there, making small talk for a few minutes, and I asked Trish a few things about herself, probably stuff she gets asked all the time by her fans, but then she surprised me by asking me a few things about myself. As a cop, I had worked on security details a few times with celebrities, sports stars, the occasional politician, and I had found that public figures of any description tend to look upon the cops and security people who guard them as just part of the furniture, and they rarely talk to them, apart from the most trivial of small talk, but here was Trish Collett, someone I saw on TV all the time, asking me how long I had been a cop, if I liked my job, where I grew up, and stuff like that.

I told her I grew up in Armidale, and she said, “Oh, so you’re from New England too? I grew up in Tamworth. That makes us almost neighbours.”

“Yeah, guess it does,” I said, and we continued on, as she asked me what high school I went to, and asked why I joined the police force, and I asked her how she got into acting, and she told me about her time at the National Institute of Dramatic Art. I was surprised she was even interested in my story, but I was enjoying talking to this pretty young woman, as we sat there and sipped our coffee, so I was kind of deflated when a weedy little guy with a radio earpiece and a clipboard came over, and said, “Excuse me, Miss Collett, you’re back on in five.”

“Be right there,” she said to the earpiece guy, and he turned and walked back to a gaggle of weedy earpiece people on the other side of the centre, and they started to compare clipboards with each other.

Trish picked up her coffee cup, and leaned towards me, and said, “Mark, do you, umm,” pausing, swallowing, and looking at me, “Do you get a lunch break?”

I was surprised at the question, and I said, “Yeah, it’s quite civilised in my job. They let you eat and do all kinds of stuff.”

Trish smiled again, that pretty, 100-watt smile of hers, letting me know my flippant remark wasn’t totally wasted, and gave her head one shake, and she simply said, “What time?”

“Any time,” I answered, more seriously, “I’m kind of my own boss today,” and she came back with, “I’ve gotta go now. Gotta pay the rent, but how about I meet you in the bistro over there, at one? We can have lunch together.” Then, she added, kind of hesitantly, “If you want to.”

“One o’clock,” I said, confirming the time, and I added, “See ya there,” and she got up and walked back towards the stairway to the stage.

I sat back in my chair, put my coffee on the table, and thought, Did Trish Collett just make a lunch date with me?

For the next couple of hours I walked around the complex, talking to people, doing what I was getting paid to do, looking at exhibits, taking lost kids back to their parents, and occasionally going back to join the audience watching the acts on stage, and listening to the announcements. I saw Trish a few times, announcing some of the performers, looking so poised and confident, in front of a crowd, holding her mike, in her stylish red dress, and I thought of the pretty, smiling country girl in that same stylish red dress, who had sat with me over coffee, asking me to have lunch with her, hesitating like she thought I might not be interested. The same person, but somehow different. I realised I was looking forward to lunch a little more than usual.

One o’clock came around, and I headed over to the Broad Waters Bistro, where I looked around but I couldn’t see Trish. My heart sank a little, thinking maybe she lost interest, or got a better offer, but I heard voices behind me, and I looked around to see her signing autographs for two teenage girls. She looked up and smiled at me, as she handed the paper back to the young girls, and shook their hands. One of them hugged her, and they both walked away, talking excitedly, and she came over to me. “Must be fun being famous,” I said.

“It’s a bit overwhelming some times,” Trish said, as we went over to order our meals.

I didn’t answer, not really having anything to offer to that, and Trish said, “I get all this, umm,” and she paused, looking a little embarrassed, “I know it sounds big-headed, but I get, you know, fan mail, and young girls tell me I’m this big role model, and they ask me how to join the police force, and stuff like that.” She looked down and shook her head, then looked back up and me and said, “But, I’m only a pretend cop, I wouldn’t even know where you go to join up.”

We got our lunches, and I pulled out my wallet, and Trish said, lara escort “Don’t worry, South West Pacific can pay for it. They’ve taken over the whole place this weekend.”

I looked around, standing there in my uniform, and I said, “I can’t take free food when I’m on duty.”

“Why not, it’s a big company. They can afford it,” Trish said, looking at me like I was acting strangely, “Just say it was my treat.”

“Okay,” I said, giving in, and I added, “At the academy, they told us ‘Corruption starts with the first free cup of coffee.”

Trish smiled, and said, “That’s a good line. I’ll have to talk to the script writers, and get them to work it into an episode.”

“You’re not saying Amy Templeton would do anything corrupt, are you?” I asked, grinning at Trish.

“Well, Amy might not, but maybe I could be tempted if the right offer comes along,” Trish answered, leaving me to wonder what she meant by that.

Trish and I found a table, and we ate lunch together, talking, laughing, just two people, a guy and a pretty girl, and I was struck by how down to earth she seemed. She was a star, maybe not a big star like, Madonna , or Angelina Jolie, but three times as we ate, people came over and asked for autographs, and a couple of guys from the network came over to gush and fawn over her, as we sat there. I noticed they didn’t even look in my direction, although I saw one looking over his shoulder at me as they walked away, and whispering in the other guy’s ear. Even so, through all this, Trish didn’t seem big-headed, and she apologised for the interruptions, each time someone came over.

“It’s really nice to talk to a normal person for a while,” she said, as we sat there after we finished our lunch.

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“Don’t think I’m complaining about my job or anything,” Trish said, suddenly a little more serious, “But all day, I pretend to be someone, at work, and when I go home, I just want to be me again.” She made eye contact, and said, “You know, just do normal stuff, go for a walk, go for a drive in my car. Normal things.” She took a breath, and said, “But, most of the people I work with never stop pretending. Not just the actors, but everybody else. Most of the other people as well. They’re always trying to impress each other.” She gave me that pretty, sweet, smile again, and said, “That’s why it’s good to just talk to a normal guy again, like you. Just talk about normal stuff.”

“Don’t you meet any normal guys, in your line of work?” I asked.

“Not many,” Trish started, “Most of the guys I meet are so far up themselves, it’s not funny. That’s if they even like girls in the first place.” She smiled, mischievously, and then sat back, becoming serious again, and said, “The last three years have been really crazy for me. My boyfriend couldn’t take it, and he dumped me after a year.” She got a far-away look for a moment, and I wondered if she was giving me an opening, but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.

“It never occurred to me that someone like you’d get dumped,” I said, stupidly, without realising I was basically thinking out loud.

“Shit happens,” Trish answered, a little more seriously than most people when they say that.

Trish looked at her watch, and said, “I better get back to work,” then she looked up at me, as though she was thinking for a moment, and said, “Mark,” and then paused once more, tilting her head, like she was still weighing things up. I leaned forward, waiting to hear what she had to say, and she finally continued with, “They’re having drinks tonight in the upstairs lounge. You know, the network people, and the expo organisers, and a few of the performers.” She paused, again, and seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I thought, Surely she’s not asking me to come.

“Why don’t you come and meet me there?” Trish asked.

“Why do you want me to come to that?” I asked, pleasantly surprised at the invitation.

“Because it’ll be really boring,” she answered, smiling again.

“You’re not really selling it,” I said.

“That’s the thing,” she said, “It’ll be really boring, but if you come, I’ll have someone interesting to talk to and it’ll be fun.” She made it sound like it was so obvious.

“Okay,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, “It’s not every day a girl like you asks me to have drink with her after work.”

“You’ll need this,” Trish said, handing me her entry pass, “Just show it to the security guys and they’ll let you in.”

“Won’t you need it?” I asked.

Trish leaned over, and whispered, with a mock-serious face, “They all know who I am.” She giggled, sat back, and said, “Seven o’clock. Dress casual. See ya there.” She got up and headed back to work. I thought to myself, I can’t believe Trish Collett just asked me to have a drink with her after work.

During the afternoon, as I walked around the centre, I would go in to watch the performers on stage from time to time, and at one point, Trish and two other performers were singing, and getting the audience to join in the chorus. She was looking out into the crowd, pointing at groups and saying, “Come on you guys, over there, sing up! Let me hear ya!” and she looked over at me, and flashed me that bright, girlish smile, and went back to working the crowd. Come on, seven o’clock, I thought to myself.

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“God, I love your cock.”

Those were her exact words. It doesn’t happen very often but every once in a while, something snaps in my wife and she goes completely outside of her normal personality, sexually speaking anyway. I guess this was one of those times.

We had just finished dinner, enjoyable as always but nothing out of the ordinary. The exception maybe was that she was a little quieter than usual. I started to get up to clear the table but she beat me to it. While picking up my plate she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“God, I love your cock. I want to fuck you.”

Her tone wasn’t anxious or worked up or desperate. I don’t even think she was trying to shock me. It was just so matter of fact, so deliberate. Certainly direct and to the point.

“Huh?” was about all I could get out. I was a bit surprised to say the least. I couldn’t recall the last time she used that word.

“You heard me,” she said as she moved to the kitchen with the plates. “Go sit in the chair in the family room. I’ll be right there,” was her matter-of-fact directive.

I did as I was instructed but felt a little silly. I figured this was going to be a good thing and I that my role would be pretty simple, but even so, I didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.

Just as I settled into the leather chair, she came into the family room and stood in front of me. Her eyes locked onto mine and without a word, she started taking her clothes off. Maybe it was the wordless way she did it. Deliberate but not in a rush. There didn’t seem to be any intent to tease me and in a way, that made it all the more exciting. This woman wanted sex and her clothes would play no part in that. They just had to go.

When she was finished and stunningly naked, she stepped closer, in-between my legs. She took her hand and placed it right on the crotch of my pants.

“Well, I can see that you like how I look, with no clothes,” she said as she gave my burgeoning erection a little squeeze. “Now your clothes will have to come off too.”

With that, she started taking my clothes off. In less than a minute I was sitting in that chair without a stitch. My cock was at full attention and twitching this way and that with each heartbeat.

“God, I just love your cock!” she said as she dropped to her knees and rested her arms on my thighs. She just looked at me for a moment. I could feel her warm deep breath on my cock.

We were just getting started but I was already in an intense state of arousal. It was just that much more exciting because I had no idea what was in store.

My view of her face was partially blocked by my now fully erect cock. It was throbbing with each pulse of blood that was sent to engorged it. Syrupy precum began seeping from the swollen tip, leaking down the head in a thin dribble.

While watching the lubricant slowly slip out of me she repeated herself, “God, I just love your cock!”

Driven by the mad desire to be touched, my mind raced with what she might do next. Would she grab ahold of me with her hands? Lick me? Press her face into me? Swallow me? WHAT?

No. She was in no hurry and it became clear she wanted to torture me.

She looked right into my eyes and never broke that contact as she extended her wet tongue. She moved her face in and gave me the lightest of licks just along the centerline of my balls.

AHHH!!! A thousand tickling impulses shot through my entire body. Uncontrollably my abdomen clenched hard, my untouched cock stiffened, forcing even more precum out of me. There was now a thick strand that dangled from the tip down to my abdomen.

This was agony! I had to be touched, even if I had to be the one to do it. Impulsively my hands went to my cock but she was quicker and blocked them.

“No. Don’t touch,” she insisted. “This is all mine. Just sit there and enjoy it… if you can,” she said with an impish smile.

Slowly but with a mission, she ran her tongue on my balls, over and over again, painting them liberally with her saliva.

“Mmmmm. Your balls taste and smell so good!” she teased after a great inhale. “God, I love licking your balls!”

What good deed had I done to possibly deserve this treatment. Here was the love of my life, a stunning woman by any measure, totally naked, kneeling between my legs, licking my balls, and telling me she likes the way they taste and smell! I was certainly headed for heaven but if so, I was also certainly going to arrive there quite insane. I was already out of my mind with sexual tension. It was all I could do to remain still in that chair. Sweat was forming at my forehead. My heart was racing as if it would burst through my chest. With my cock at full erection, each heart beat was almost a discomfort. Every time that wonderful wet tongue of hers touched me, more precum slithered out of the head. Quite a pool had formed on my abdomen.

Her attentions expanded but not enough to sooth my anxiety. She licked my scrotum in ever expanding circles. She took turns sucking each of my balls kocasinan escort in to her mouth and then caressing them further with her tongue. Each time she let them escape it was with a sloppy wet plop.

Her face was wet now. Her lips, chin, and cheeks glistened with saliva. She pressed her face deep into the crease between the base of my cock and my right thigh. She breathed in deeply. I heard and felt her sigh. While licking me she managed to talk to me again.

“Do you know why I like licking you here?” she said rhetorically? “I can feel your heartbeat with my tongue. I can feel it pumping to your cock. I can feel it swell and throb. I can feel it when you clench down, on purpose or not, and when that happens, I know that more precum is dripping from the tip. Mmmmm, like that! That is so sexy, knowing I am the one that is making that happen.”

Now, finally, she turned her attentions to my cock.

“Do you want me baby?” she teasingly cooed. “Do you want my mouth? Do you want it on you? On your cock? I’ll bet you do.”

She placed her tongue flat against my balls and slowly, very slowly, made one long continuous lick up over my balls to the base of my cock and then slowly up the shaft to the head, dripping saliva all the time to be sure that I remained wet. All during that one lick, precum just flowed from me in one continuous syrupy strand.

While her tongue circled the ridge of the head of my cock she managed to say, “I like that. I like seeing that what I am doing is making more precum come out. I like seeing it but even more, I like feeling it in my mouth. I like feeling the head swell, feeling your precum slip out and tasting it on my tongue. Will you do that for me baby? When your cock is in my mouth, will you make precum come out so I can feel it, taste it?”

I had the chance to answer her while she was running her pursed wet lips up and down my shaft. Now it was my turn to say some of the primal thoughts that were racing through my brain.

“Oh yes baby, you know I will. You know I love seeing my cock in your mouth, that wonderfully sexy mouth of yours. I love seeing those luscious lips wrapped around my shaft, feeling that wonderful tongue slide all over me, coaxing more precum out of me. You know I like it when I know you are tasting me. Ummmmm. But if you’re not careful, that’s not all you’ll taste.” I mockingly warned.

“Oh whatever to you mean honey? What besides your wonderful, slippery, sweat precum might be in my mouth?” she teased with a smile before resuming her licking.

I didn’t get this opportunity very often, to talk so frankly, directly, without having to be delicate about it.

“My cum baby, my cum. If you suck me like I know you can, I won’t be able to hold back. I won’t want to. You’ll be sucking me and I’ll just let it happen. I’ll want it to happen. I’ll fill your sexy mouth with cum! And I’ll feel it too. I’ll feel it all warm and thick as it fills your mouth and surrounds my cock. I spurt more and more into your mouth until you can’t hold any more. Then I’ll get to see it slide out from between your lips until it drips from your chin. God I love seeing that!”

All the while I was verbally unloading my fantasy on her, she just smiled back at me while she ran her wet dripping tongue all over my dick. She pretty much knew what I was going to say. She had heard it all before. She had deliberately invited me to say it knowing that it would just add to my excitement. God, I love that woman!

“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she advised. “Let’s just see how this all turns out.” There was that impish smile again.

For the first time it was something other than her tongue that touched me. She brought her hand up and wrapped it loosely around my cock, bringing it so it pointed straight up. That stiffening just made even more precum dribble from the opening.

She held me up and slowly swirled her tongue around the leaking head, making sure I could see my juices being picked up by her tongue. She would swirl it over the head and then pull back, just enough so that I could see a strand or two connect to her tongue or lower lip. She did that over and over again. She would smile and then withdraw her coated tongue. She would sigh and close her eyes, signaling her true enjoyment of how I tasted.

She whispered ever so softly, “God, I love your precum. I love the way it tastes and the way it feels, so warm and slippery on my tongue.”

Then she brought fingers into the action. She used a fingertip to coat the head of my cock and then licked it off, sometimes with her tongue so I could see, other times by putting her fingers into her mouth. Sometimes she would collect it on her fingers and then smear her lips and lick it off from there. It was all so sexy! We were both enjoying this.

Just after sliding more of my precum on her lips she asked, “Are you enjoying this so far?”

“Oh geeze! You’re driving me crazy but how could I not enjoy it. How could I not enjoy watching konak escort you do all of that, looking at you playing with my precum, getting it all over your mouth!”

With her tongue swirling over the oozing crown she managed to say, “How about now? How about I take this gorgeous cock of yours into my mouth and suck on it?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She just kept swirling that magnificent tongue of hers around and around the head of my cock, drooling saliva on it the entire time. Then slowly, for maximum visual effect, she slipped the head between those luscious lips. Now she licked me from inside of her mouth. Slowly, more and more of my cock entered her warm wet and eager mouth. More and more of me received the treatment from that wonderful tongue of hers.

Then her fingernails tickled underneath my balls. I reacted in an instant, instinctively clenching down hard. She knew that would happen and she moaned with approval. Her request from before had been granted. That simple caress caused me to once again expel a dribble of precum, this time right where she wanted it. Right into her mouth and onto her tongue.

In an instant she was up. She sat on my lap and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue came out and slid all over both our lips. She was intentionally giving me my own precum. It was wonderful. Tasting it on her mouth, feeling it on her lips. Her tongue then went deep into my mouth and mimicked what my cock does when it is in her pussy. She was intentionally fucking my mouth with her precum coated tongue.

She sat up and I could see her mouth was all wet from our kissing. I was sure mine was equally sloppy. She was sitting right on the shaft of my cock. It was enveloped on each side by her plump naked and very wet pussy lips. The head lay in a pool of precum. She started rocking back and forth. I could feel the shaft of my cock getting wetter and wetter with the juices from her pussy. We could both now smell her arousal. Oh how I wanted to taste her. Oh how I wanted to thrust my tongue as deep into her juicy wet pussy as far as possible. Oh how I wanted to make her come that way, to feel her convulse uncontrollably, to feel my face become covered in her sweet delicious nectar.

Faster and faster she rocked. Sometimes she would rock forward enough so the head of my cock could slip between her lips. I would move my hips trying desperately to finally penetrate that gloriously wet pussy but to no avail. She would quickly rock back again leaving me outside, all the more wet with her juices.

She was teasing me. Teasing us both. She wanted me inside of her just as much as I did. This whole thing started with her telling me so but she had a plan. It was going to be her way. I just had to wait for when she felt it was right.

Without stopping her back and forth motions she reached down and smeared her fingers in our combined juices and then thrust them into my mouth. Nothing delicate here. She would have pushed them right down my throat if she felt she could.

“Taste me! Taste my pussy. Taste! My! Pussy!” she sternly commanded. “Do you like it? Tell me you like it. Tell me you like how I taste. Tell me that you like the taste of my pussy!”

All the while I was trying to answer she made repeated trips to my wet cock and my mouth. Actually, I liked the idea that I was having difficulty talking to her because her pussy soaked fingers kept being spread over my lips and being put into my mouth.

“Oh yes, baby,” I managed to get out. Then I tried to drill down to the raw essence of how I felt about it. “I love the way you taste. I love sucking on those beautiful plump pussy lips, nibbling on your clit, sliding my tongue deep inside of you so I can it surrounded by your pussy. Feeling your warm, sweet, juices all over it. God baby, I love tasting your pussy!”

I knew that what I said is what she wanted to hear. I barely finished that last sentence when her lips met mine. Now we were sharing her wetness, her juices, her sexual excitement. Our mouths slid across each other effortlessly thanks to all the slippery wetness. Our tongues took turns bringing that taste and texture into each other’s mouths. She made return trips to between her legs to make sure we were never without her scent and the sweet taste of her slippery juices.

She kissed me again, hard. At the very instant her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, her hips rocked forward and my cock finally sank home. It slid into her in one quick wet motion. Deep into her I went, filling her completely, causing her to expel one large gasp.

She was having trouble kissing me now. She started to quiver. She turned off to one side and held me tight. Her hips rocked back and forth but in much shorter, quicker motions than before. She kept shaking. I could feel it internally and externally.

“Are you coming baby?” I whispered gently even though I knew the answer.

“Yes. I’m, I’m coming,” she muttered.

She was very vulnerable for the first time that night. Gone konyaaltı escort was the amazon personality. Now she was the true essence of my wife in the incontrollable throws of orgasmic ecstasy. I held her close. Now it was me that rocked my hips, maintaining the thrusting she needed to finish the journey back down the orgasmic hill. Eventually she came back to me. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled.

“That felt soooo goooood. God, I just love your cock!”

Her personae for the evening started to return.

“Did that feel good for you? Did it feel good to be in my pussy when I came?”

“Oh you know it did baby,” I said reassuringly.

“Could you feel it?” she continued and again was the one to rock back and forth. Could you feel me come? Could you feel me squeeze your cock so deep inside me? Could you feel my cum slide out of me? Are you wet now? Are your balls wet with my juices?” she asked insistently.

Without answering I reached around and rubbed my balls that were definitely wet with her cum.

“I’d say they were,” I said as I rubbed my cum covered fingers over her lips and then slid them into her mouth. I have to admit that it drives me crazy to see her mouth glistening in her juices. She sighed as she eagerly licked her cum from my fingers and her lips.

She then asked, “Did you get close? Did you almost come inside of me?”

I just smiled. She knew me well enough that it was a miracle that I had not come with all that had gone on so far.

“Almost baby,” I reassured her as my slow thrusting continued. “This has all been so wonderful. I am so close to coming.”

Now she started to dominate things again by rocking on me.

“Do you want that baby? Do you want to keep going like this and come inside my pussy?” she asked invitingly as her rocking intensified. “You can you know. I love looking at your face when you come. I like feeling you come in my pussy. I can feel it get all warm and wet in there. Sitting on you like this, your cum will start to run out of me and get all over your balls. We’ll both get pretty messy. Is that what you’d like?”

“Oh God, baby!” I could hardly answer. I was so on the verge of coming. My mind raced to create the images of everything that she described. She knew I would do that. That’s why she said those things.

“I don’t know. Whatever you want,” I stammered. At that point I would have given her the secret plans to the nuclear arsenal if I had them.

“I don’t think so. Not this time,” she said. “I think I’ll use my mouth to make you come. That way, I’ll get to see your face and your cock as it shoots out your hot, thick, juicy cum. Would that be OK?” she teased in a mock request.

I nodded. That was all I could do at this point.

“That would be good for you too, right?” she said, knowing full well I needed no convincing to like this plan. “You’d like that, right? You would get to see your cock shoot cum into my mouth, on my lips, and probably all over my face. I’m pretty sure you’d like that,” she added, knowing I had now lost all capacity for speech.

She kissed me on the mouth. Not rough and hard like before, but tenderly. It was a good-bye kiss. Before our lips parted, I felt her hips rise up. My cock left the warm and wet confines of her pussy with a juicy plopping sound. She then resumed her position between my legs.

“Oh my. Look at that,” she gasped as she gently held my cock up. “That’s all me. That’s all my cum on you, all over your hard cock and on your balls too.” she exclaimed proudly. “Ummmm. You smell like pussy.”

We both looked at me for a moment. My cock, from the head all the way down the shaft to my balls, glistened in a milky translucent film of my wife’s cum. It looked so wonderful and yes indeed, it smelled so wonderful. It smelled of just fucked pussy.

“I’ll bet your cock tastes like pussy too!”

Just as before, she made one long slow lick from my balls all the way up to the head. This time, her tongue collected a large dollop of her creamy cum. With her mouth open and her wet tongue extended, she got up sat on my cock again, and kissed me, her wonderful tongue again in my mouth. She was giving me her cum. She tasted so good!

Our tongues danced the lovers dance. We shared that wonderful taste and texture of female cum. I think we were both disappointed when we could taste her no more.

With a wet mouth, she bounced on me playfully.

“Baby, I don’t think I can last much longer. That did it for me. Seeing you lick your cum from my cock, bringing it to me, and tasting it off of your mouth like that has pushed me to the limit!”

“Ok, honey. I have tortured you enough. It’s time to make my hubby come.”

She left me and once again took her position between my legs. I was in agony at this point. My cock was a deep red, engorged to the limit. Precum flowed from the head as if the only reason I had not yet come was because I had not yet produced enough. It mixed with what remained of my wife’s cum.

Like she did before, she placed her lips around the seeping crown and drew me in. Her head moved on me slowly at first but there was a deliberateness to her actions. Her tongue danced and tickled my shaft as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. Soon all of her cum that had been on my cock was replaced with her saliva.

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Waking up with a smile on my face remembering the kinky fun from the night before, looking over and seeing you asleep the smile on my face getting bigger as I remember having you pinned up against the wall of the club.

Noticing the tie I used to tie you up to the bed last night, I reach over and grab it as I start to tie your hands over your head and on to the bed again, doing it gently so not to wake you, once your tied up I just start to rub my hand over your sexy lil body remembering how I had your body up against the wall with your legs wrapped round me as my hard cock thrust’s in and out your tight pussy.

Remembering all that starts getting me horny as my hand rubs down past your flat belly to your thighs, as I move my body down the bed stopping at your stunning 34c tits I flick my tongue over your perky nipples before wrapping my lips round them sucking gently. Further down your body my hand starts to rub up your thighs till kestel escort it reaches your hot shaved pussy gently rubbing it as I move my body further down the bed till am between your legs.

Placing myself between your long sexy legs my face is just inches away from your hot horny pussy I start to remember how your face was between that girls legs last night licking her pussy as I was fucking you from behind making you moan into her pussy making her scream as she came all over your face.

Thinking about all that is too much and I just have to taste you, taking my tongue I start to lick up between your pussy lips thinking in my head ‘mmmmmm sooo good’, my tongue licking up reaching your clit as I start to flick my tongue against before taking your clit between my lips and sucking on it gently, hearing you moan as I suck harder I look up seeing you there with a big smile on your face.

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Slipping my fingers out your wet pussy making you ‘sigh’ I move back up the bed and run my fingers along your lips in the same way that girl did last night after you made her cum, you licking and sucking my finger as I straddle myself across your body my hard cock resting in between your tits, reaching down I push your tits together round my cock remembering how much cum I shot aver them last night and that girl licking it all of you.

Moving back down your body and between your long sexy legs I take them and push them up over your head lifting your arse and pussy up of the bed, taking my hard cock and rubbing up and down your pussy teasing you making you moan kızılay escort how much you want me in you hard and deep.

I do just that as I thrust my hard cock deep into your tight pussy making you moan loud as I start to fucking you getting harder and faster, my shoulders keeping your legs up over your head lets me get deeper in you.

Starting to fuck you harder as I remember that girl catching us at the back of the club as we fucked up against the wall, she came walking over and start to play with your tits before we moved over to the nearby couch.

Slipping my cock out your soaking wet pussy I un tie you from the bed, telling you to bend over on all fours, spanking your sexy lil arse as you do the same way I did last night as I fucked you from behind as you were licking that girl out.

Remembering all this as I start to thrust in and out your tight wet pussy harder and faster from behind making you scream as you cum all over my cock, as you come down from your orgasm I slide a finger into your tight arse making you cum again louder than before, feeling you cum a second time makes me cum as I start to shoot my load deep into your now dripping pussy.

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I’ve always been big into fitness so when my coworker, Fred, decided to open a karate school, I was the first person to sign up. It helped to complete my already busy schedule full of work, school, and my attempts to keep a dying relationship alive. The girl in question and I had worked together before she had gotten fired for constantly being late, and I had stepped in and helped her out a few times before we started dating.

Eventually it led to us becoming more than just friends and initially things were great. But as with all good things, it came to an end. She had to move back home so we ended up only seeing each other once a week, and when we were together, towards the end, all we did was fight. Things weren’t looking so great for us.

Fred and I worked at different stores , so he was bringing a few people from his place into the class who I didn’t actually know, including this one rather cute girl.

I knew I had seen her before but could not remember her name for the life of me, so I waited until Fred brought her over to introduce her to me and a few of the others.

“Hey guys, this is Olivia. Olivia this is Jason, Zach”, and with a glance in my direction, Fred said, “and this is Ben.”

“You can call me Liv,” she smiled shyly. All the while I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She stood about 5’4″, at least a C-cup, and had the nicest ass I had ever seen.

After Fred walked away, we all stood around stretching and talking though, if I’m honest, this was more just simply staring on my part. I found out from Olivia that she lived half an hour away and that she would rather be out here than at her house after work because she needed to start getting in shape for the summer. She also told me she was extremely nervous about taking karate because she wasn’t very coordinated. Being the nice guy I am, I reassured her that everyone is nervous their first time but eventually she’ll get the hang of it.

Having just started class, Olivia did not have the all white uniform everyone else did, instead she was wearing fairly short shorts that hugged the curve of her ass, and a tight t-shirt making it hard not to notice her breasts pushing the shirt out. I tried my best not to look at her all night but it was very difficult to do with someone so attractive standing mere feet away from me.

After class ended, Fred, Jason and I were going to go out for drinks, so naturally we invited Olivia along but she declined, stating, “I have to go see my boyfriend, tell him what he’s missing out on by not coming to karate with me.”

All I could think of was how she had a boyfriend, making her decidedly off limits, but I guess it was a good thing since I still was with my girlfriend at the time.

Over the next few weeks I got to know Liv better. I found out about her culinary degree, and how she was working on her business degree with the hopes of opening a bakery someday. Who doesn’t like a girl with a good head on her shoulders, goals, and the motivation to stay in shape?

One night while I was out with some friends, I got a text from Liv, simply saying, “I need you.”

Slightly confused I replied, “I think this was meant for your boyfriend.” Secretly I was hoping it wasn’t since I had been lusting after this girl since I had first met her.

“No I mean you, Ben. My boyfriend and I are fighting right now and I need someone to come pick me up and comfort me. I’m lost in the city and kinda hammered.”

Sadly I was an hour away from her kemalpaşa escort and was making every excuse in the book not to go to her because I didn’t want to make a mess of her relationship for her to have to deal with. Eventually, she managed to find her way back, but I still regretted not driving to her. But that was the start of it all for her and I. Now that I knew she had a thing for me, I had all the confidence I needed to try and get her.

A few more weeks went by, when I got a phone call from her, so naturally I answered it.

All I could hear through her crying was, “He broke up with me.”

I told her I would be right over, got in my car and drove. When I got there, and she had already gone through two bottles of wine and was still crying hysterically. I carried her up to her bed, and tucked her in since she could barely walk. She begged me to stay with her so I lay on top of the sheets on the edge of the bed so that I could sneak away once she fell asleep.

The next morning I got a text saying, “Thank you for not taking advantage of me being super hammered, you’re an amazing guy.”

As we continued talking, she revealed that she had had a thing for me since she started taking karate and that it had been so hard to keep her hands to herself whenever she saw me. We set up a time to see each other that night, so I got out of work early and grabbed a couple of things to bring with me for the night.

As I pulled into her driveway, all I could think of was,”Damn, I hope I don’t mess this up.”

I walked up to the door, and right as I was about to knock, it opened. Looking her up and down, I saw she was wearing a black tank top with a purple bra with black yoga pants that accentuated her already perfect ass.

“I’m glad you came over,” she said with this mischievous grin.

“Anytime, glad you’re letting me spend some time with you,” I replied.

We made our way to the kitchen where I put down the bottle of wine and the ice cream that I had brought with me. “Figured I might as well replace some of the wine you drank last night, and who doesn’t like ice cream?” I said.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, so I turned towards her and slowly brought my lips down to kiss her firmly but passionately. It felt like I was melting, her lips were so soft. I reached down and around her and pulled her closer to me, pressing us together.

She broke away from the kiss, “I have been waiting for you to do that for so long now, I can’t believe you didn’t just do it as soon as I opened the door after what I told you yesterday.”

“I have some self control, I didn’t want to just in case you weren’t completely sure about it.”

To reaffirm what she wanted, she got up on her tip toes and kissed me hard while clawing at my back, turning me on even more than I already was.

I picked her up while she was still kissing me, and brought her over to the couch. I threw her onto it playfully, and jumped right on top of her, pinning her down with my legs because I remembered her telling me that she liked to be roughed up a little bit.

I grabbed her chin and directed her head towards me, stared deep into her dark brown eyes, and told her, “You are beautiful”, which made her beam like I have never seen her smile before, then I leaned down and kissed her again.

Slowly I released my pin on her, all while still kissing her, and started moving my hands down her body, kemer escort making my way down to her perfect ass. I grabbed onto it, flipping her over on top of me leaving her entire body open for me to grope as much as I wanted.

Eventually I picked her back up, telling her that I wanted to lie in bed with her because, as comfortable as the couch may be, there was so much more room in her bed. She agreed and started to get up, but I pushed her back down, getting between her legs and picking her back up with her straddling me.

She started yelling that she was too heavy for me to carry all the way up the stairs, to which I told her that she was as light as a feather and brought her up the stairs and gently lay her on the bed. As I did so, I leaned down to kiss her again, this time she had her legs wrapped around my back so I could feel how wet her pussy was, even through my jeans.

I slid my hands up the back of her shirt and undo the clasp of her bra with a snap of my fingers. I stopped kissing her for just a moment to take off her shirt and bra, then start kissing her again the moment they had past her lips. I start kissing down her neck making my way to her breasts and started attacking her nipples. “Be nice to them, they’re sensitive” she pouted at me. That was mistake number one, because then I started to really go at them, making her moan and tell me how much she loved her nipples being sucked on.

After a few minutes of that I started to kiss my way down to her yoga pants, which by now have a very dark spot where her pussy was. I moved my hands to her hips and start pulling the pants down as I kissed and licked my way down her body. All I could hear was her heavy breathing as I got closer and closer to her wet pussy lips. Right as her pants came down past her perfectly shaved pussy, I decided I wanted to tease her a bit, so I moved my head to the right just a little bit, making my path of kisses go right past her pussy down her leg. I kept going down her right leg all the way to her ankle and back up. Again, I passed her pussy, up her stomach, stopped at her right nipple for a moment, then back up to her mouth. Just by looking into her eyes, I could see that her lust for me had grown even more and that she was about to take things into her own hands. So I continued on my way back down her, stopping at her left nipple this time, all the way down to her left ankle, and started my way back up.

This time, I decided it was time to stop teasing her, but she stopped me right as my mouth hovered over her wet, little pussy. “So I’m fully naked and you have everything on why?” I looked down and noticed she was right. I did have all my clothes on for some reason!

I quickly stripped, and got back to where I was on her. I spread her toned legs, and kissed my way up her thighs to her pussy, which was leaking her juices by then. I slid my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweet juices, maneuvering my tongue into her tight pussy, going a little bit inside making her gasp from the sudden intrusion of my tongue. I removed my tongue and moved it up towards her clit, sliding slowly over it, which made her jump. I took my right hand off of her leg and slid my middle finger deep inside of her pussy while I flicked my tongue across her clit.

“Oh My God! That feels amazing! How are you doing that with your tongue?” she gasped breathlessly.

I continued to flick her clit with tongue in any direction it would go, occasionally putting keşan escort my whole mouth around it and sucking it in and flicking it around inside my mouth. Soon after I did this, she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me deeper in towards her pussy. “I’M CUMMING!!!” she screamed, as I felt her juices start flowing more from her pussy. As she released me from her leg lock, I started tonguing the alphabet on her clit, but she stopped me claiming it wasn’t fair to leave my cock hard as a rock after she had gotten off like she did.

She pushed me out from in between her legs which caused me to fall back onto the floor with my cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. She got in between my legs, and took all of me in, in one go, right down her throat. She expertly sucked my cock almost to the point of me cumming but I made her stop so that I could make her cum more, this time with my cock.

I got her back up on to the bed, spread her legs, and licked her pussy once more even though she was already more than wet enough to take my entire cock. I slid my cock head up and down her slit a few times, saying, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fat cock to fuck my tight pussy until I cum so hard I can’t cum anymore.”

And with that statement I slide all 6 inches of my cock into her making her scream out from being filled by me. I’ll admit, I’m not hung like a horse, but I know how to use what I have. After a few times in and out of her tight pussy, I spread her legs, and reached down to start rubbing her clit, which was now incredibly sensitive after the treatment I had given it earlier. Almost instantly, she came so hard that she lost her breath. She grabbed my hand away from her clit because she couldn’t take another orgasm right away. So I moved her legs up to my shoulders and started sliding deeper into her, making her gasp from the depth I was reaching.

After a few minutes of this, I flipped her over to her hands and knees and buried myself all the way in her. As I pounded myself deep inside her, I grabbed onto her hair and pulled her back into me so that I could grab onto her nipples. She was getting so wet I could see her juices running down her thighs.

I decided it was time to try to get her to really cum hard, so I flipped her back onto her back, slid my cock in and told her to hold on. She asked me “Why? What are you going to do?”

“Just hold onto my neck and you’ll see” as I hooked my arms behind her legs.

She grabbed onto my neck I lifted her up, and impaled her on my cock. “Holy shit, what are you doing!” she said as I started to slam her down on my cock. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting around my cock every time I lifted her up, like they were trying to keep me deep inside her.

I laid her back down on the bed because I was starting to feel that familiar feeling in my balls.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“Right in my pussy. I need to feel you shoot your cum deep inside my pussy!”

After those sexy words left her lips, I felt it traveling up my cock. “Oh yes, I’m gonna cum all over the inside of your pussy!!!”

As the first blast of cum shot into her tight pussy, she screamed out in orgasm just from the feeling of being filled with my hot cum. Shot after shot filled her up, until there was nothing left in my balls, and we just lay there with my cock slowly softening inside her pussy. Eventually I slid slowly out of her, along with some of our mixed juices, but neither of us cared, we were both so worn out.

“Man, that was awesome sex” she said.

“Yeah it was” I said, as I moved next to her on the bed.

“I could definitely use a nap” she whispered, as she curled up next to me, and slowly we both fell asleep after a night of fun filled activities.

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Meagan woke the next day to the sound of Todd and Jr. laughing. Her stomach growled at the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon.

She realized pretty quickly that she’d overslept if the boys were up and eating already. She rolled out of bed and realized as she stood up, that she drank too much wine the night before.

She threw her little robe on and mused that at some point she would have to start to cover up better around Jr. But not yet. Right now all she wanted was coffee, and maybe some bacon.

She stopped by the bathroom to pee on her way downstairs and her pussy was sore. Her silky robe rubbed her nipples as she walked and they were also tender.

It had been quite a while since she felt that well fucked feeling, and it was a huge turn on for her. She thought about all the sex they’d had the night before, she also remembered that website, and the pictures they posted.

She remembered all the guys who checked her out and made those hot comments. She remembered the messages and the pictures of hardons.

She knew there might be guys looking at her post right now, and might be stroking to her right now, and it made her feel sexy.

When she got to the kitchen she found Todd and Jr. eating breakfast. Meagan knew without looking that she would have a mess to clean up.

But she didn’t care. She loved both of her guys and appreciated Todd Sr. for letting her sleep a little longer and getting up with the baby.

When her husband spied her he smiled and said; “Hey beautiful, how are you feeling this morning?”

She gave him a wry smile and said “Well, my head is a bit foggy, and parts of me are a little tender, but the rest of me is fantastic!” With that she leaned down and gave him a slow sensuous kiss.

Todd’s hand moved automatically up along her inner thigh, inside her short loosely tied robe, to her pussy. While hers slid up his leg and to his crotch. Just as she cupped her husband’s balls through his work pants, the baby yelled out his own hello to his mommy. He was often jealous when he wasn’t the center of attention.

Meagan broke the kiss and turned to greet her son good morning before getting herself a cup of coffee and a couple pieces of bacon. As she sat at the table and sipped her coffee and nibbled her bacon, Todd worked on feeding Jr. and finished with his own breakfast.

Meagan asked Todd how long he had stayed up after she’d gone to bed. He explained that he’d downloaded the video from the camera to the naughty file and started to review it.

He had made another file of the footage with her masturbating. He told her it was a very good angle and caught all the action while only showing her body. It could be posted as is if she wanted to.

He went on to explain that the rest of the footage had some really hot views of them fucking, while there was some that could be deleted as the angle was wrong. When they first stood up the camera was still aimed from the side.

They would have to review it together and decide what to keep. They both smiled at that, knowing what that usually led to.

With a nasty smile he mentioned that they also had to decide if they wanted to post any of it, and that they also needed to discuss whether or not they wanted to leave in the dialogue.

Meagan blushed when she thought about what the dialogue would sound like. She knew it got pretty raunchy at the end. “We’ll see.” She answered coyly.

Jr. started to fuss and wouldn’t eat anymore so Meagan got up and wiped his face while Todd shoveled in his last couple of bites. “I have to get going then Babe.” He told her looking at the clock.

“Okay, I’ve got him from here.” She answered as she pulled the baby out of his highchair and carried him to the sink to finish the clean-up.

“You and daddy make such a mess!” She told the baby in her baby talk voice. He laughed at mommy and Todd apologized.

As Meagan cleaned up the baby and started on the kitchen, Todd put his lunch together and told her that he would swing by the bank after work. He explained that they might finish up early today as he and Willy were ahead of schedule. They had to let the electrician get some wiring in.

At the mention of Willy, Meagan remembered her fantasy in the shower the night before, and their conversation about adding another guy to their bed.

All the images of Advntrpr, with that wife fucking and sucking her husband and his best friend came flooding back to her, along with the vision of Willy’s dick she’d seen when Beth was blowing him. He hadn’t been shy at all about his nice hard cock, it was like he wanted Meagan to see it. He wanted her to want it.

Like those guys who sent her pictures of their dicks last night. She started to think about them as well. They all wanted her to see it, to want it.

Todd had been talking about the work he needed to get done today, but Meagan barely heard any of it. Her mind had drifted away to the post they had done last night. She wondered if there were more hot comments, or maybe messages?!

Now karşıyaka escort she couldn’t wait to log onto that site and check! She knew she had work to do today. She wanted to clean the bathroom and do some laundry, but she was anxious to see more of the response to the post. She also wanted to check out more of the site and see what other people were into.

Todd came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she was cleaning bacon grease from the stove. He startled her out of her reverie. “You okay Hon? You’re not regretting that post are you?”

She melted into his arms as she answered “No, not at all! I was just thinking about what I need to do today, and that I shouldn’t have had so much wine last night.” She lied.

She was suddenly embarrassed about the fact that she was already looking forward to getting back on that website.

Todd pulled her hair out of the way and kissed her neck as his hands started to roam around her body inside the loosely tied robe. She was getting aroused already and rubbed her ass into his crotch.

Jr. tossed a truck across the room as Todd told her he was glad to hear that she was alright with it. He added “If you get a chance today, you can log on and see how many more comments our post got.”

In his mind, Todd was thinking it would be to his benefit if she got a bunch of hot comments and tributes. It would make her horny, and he would definitely benefit from that.

In her mind, Meagan was thinking she already planned on checking out the website, but it was nice to have permission.

In Jrs. mind, he was thinking; “Ooh look, it’s daddy’s lunchbox!”

Just as Meagan felt her husband’s prick start to rise against her ass and his middle finger found the already dampening spot between her legs, they heard the top of Todd’s lunchbox hit the floor. Before they could turn around, Todd’s bag of potato chips was reduced to a bag of crumbs.

Meagan and Todd both got a good laugh as they intervened and Todd got his lunch back. After repacking his lunch he kissed his wife and son goodbye and went on his way.

Meagan stood at the door with Jr. on her hip as they both waved bye bye to daddy.

Todd was getting into his truck when he turned to wave bye bye back to them. What he saw prompted him to whip out his phone and snap a picture. “What a MILF shot!” he thought.

Seeing Todd take their picture, Meagan thought it was sweet that he wanted a pic of his loving family.

Then she felt a breeze across her body and realized that she was standing at the door with her robe wide open! She had purposely not closed it tight for Todd’s benefit. Her belt had loosened up from Todd feeling her up, and carrying Jr. on her hip had pulled the robe open!

One full breast and her well trimmed bush were on full display! Her nipple stood straight out from her arousal and the cool breeze.

Shocked, she tried to pull her robe together as she looked up and down the street to see if anyone else could have seen her.

As she backed away from the door and slammed it behind her, Todd laughed and started up his truck. He looked at the houses across the street in his mirrors to see if anyone was around who may have gotten a cheap thrill this morning before he put it in gear and backed out of the driveway. He knew his buddy Terry would love to see her body. And Terry knew Todd would love to see his wife Chris also. So it was cool, Todd thought with a smile.

Meagan was flustered after Todd left. She couldn’t believe that she had basically flashed the whole neighborhood like that. What if old man Bauer across the street had seen her? He might have had another heart attack!

Or young Tyler next door to Bauer? He always acted shy and nervous around Meagan, but she always caught him looking at her.

Meagan knew he had a crush on her. She thought it was sweet. He would probably spend the day pulling on his young cock!

Meagan knew he was a little too young to even fantasize about. He would be 18 next year, and would be a serious hunk someday. Like his father.

“Oh my god, Terry!” Meagan exclaimed aloud. Ty’s dad Terry may have seen her! She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought about him first.

Meagan and Todd were friends with Chris and Terry, and had been in their house. She knew Terry’s office was in the front facing bedroom that was vacated when their daughter Nancy went to college.

Terry might have been sitting at his desk with a clear view of her! He might have seen her little show. While he was more discreet than Ty, he still checked her out every chance he got. Just like Todd checked out Chris every chance he got. She was a rather attractive woman too.

And Terry was a rather attractive man. He might be jacking off to her right now, Meagan mused.

Chris had hinted that Terry had a nice cock.

Terry and Chris were a few years older than her and Todd. But both were still in great shape. They had their children at a rather young age, kartepe escort as Chris explained, because she could not resist Terry’s charms. Or his prick.

She had confessed this after a number of beers at a cookout last summer and Meagan could not help but think about it everytime she thought of him.

The guys had beed talking sports while the girls were cleaning up. They all had a pleasant buzz and the girls were enjoying some girl talk. Meagan had bragged about Todd’s equipment too, and noticed Chris had looked at him a little differently after that.

With the beer flowing both girls became a little more flirty as the night progressed, with both guys, who of course loved the attention. By the time they all called it a night everyone was pretty horny. Meagan was sure the guys had dismissed the talk of baseball for a discussion on the charms of their wives.

Later that night when Todd and Meagan were sweating up their sheets she wondered if Chris and Terry were going at it too? She was sure they were. She also wondered if Chris was thinking about Todd as much as she was thinking about Terry. Or if the guys were thinking about their own wives, right there in their bed, or the girl across the street.

Meagan climaxed long and hard thinking about Terry and the lustful looks he gave her that night.

As Meagan corralled Jr. in the living room with his toys, she thought to herself “Sore pussy or not, I’m fucking horny again!”

As she mindlessly helped Jr. dig his toys out, she told him with a smile “Mommy’s got her groove back little buddy!”

Jr. of course was happy to hear this and laughed along with mommy.

Meagan could imagine Todd adding that pic he took to the naughty file. She could even picture him posting it online. She wondered if Terry ever looked at porn in that office of his. Maybe Chris looked with him?

Maybe they even looked at the same site Todd had discovered? Meagan thought of some of the sexy outfits Chris wore. She was a shapely, petite woman, and always wore tops that highlghted her breasts. Or skirts and shorts that showed off her firm legs. Meagan knew she was always aware of Todd sneaking peaks at her. Maybe she was an exhibitionist? Could they be on that website too? Meagan wondered how she could find them?!

She remembered seeing a category for MILF’s. Chris certainly fit that category.

With a baby in her arms, that’s where that pic Todd took this morning would have to go. Terry and Chris would definitely recognize her even if Todd blurred out her eyes, they would recognize the front of the house! She could picture Terry sitting at his desk looking for milfs online to stroke to.

Meagan felt her pulse quicken as she looked at her son and got a naughty idea. Picking Jr. back up she undid her robe again and went to the kitchen to retrieve her phone. Her robe billowing out behind her as she walked.

At the bottom of the stairs in the foyer hung a mirror that Todd had salvaged from a jobsite. It was very old and the wooden frame was very ornate and heavy. It had taken Todd and Willy both to carry it into the house and hang it.

Todd had salvaged it from an old apartment building that had been built in the ’30’s, before men had all the fancy power tools they had now. His company had renovated the building into office space. The craftsmanship throughout the building was incredible, and Todd could not just throw hours of another mans tedious labor in a dumpster.

He and Willy had loaded up their trucks every day with old oak trim and saved as much as they could. They had both built several pieces of furniture, bookshelves and things from the wood they saved, and both had plenty left.

Meagan went to the mirror. With her robe open she held the phone up and snapped a picture of herself and the baby. The reflection of the flash blotted out their faces, but her tits and small patch of dark auburn hair were plainly visible.

As she reviewed it she was not happy about her baby fat.

She pulled her robe closed at her waist. She slid it off her shoulder opposite of the baby. Using the baby’s leg to hold her robe closed at her waist, she snapped a pic of her bare shoulder and cleavage. The robe was just open enough to show the edge of her aeriola.

She took a couple of pictures in the mirror. Trying to get a different view of her body in each.

She kept thinking about Terry, and what he would think if he saw these pics. Would he get hard looking at them?

In profile, her excited nipples were clearly visible, but it also showed her paunch. She zoomed in and got just her tits.

She moved closer and turned to face the mirror with one leg stretched outward. By holding the camera in front of her stomach she got a picture of her pussy, lips dangling and already somewhat damp.

Jr. was squirming to get back to his toys by now so Meagan went back to the living room. Putting him down she looked around the room for possibilities. As did Jr.

She went into her settings kaş escort for the camera and set the timer to take three photos after a 10 second countdown. It would take three pics, three seconds apart, and stop. She had learned a few tricks over the years with Todd.

She set it on the floor leaning against the couch and pointed towards Jr. She began counting in her head as she walked over to the boy.

Jr. had found a Mickey Mouse car that aunt Beth had given him. Beth was so disappointed when the boy was more interested in the box it came in.

At 9 Meagan bent over with her back to the phone. She knew the short robe pulled up, exposing her pussy and ass. She heard the shutter sound and her pulse raced.

She dropped to her knees and lowered her head, arching her back. She heard the shutter sound again.

For the third pic, she stayed in that position and simply spread her legs wide.

Getting hotter by the second she reset the timer and started with her countdown.

Moving to a sitting position on the floor she picked up her son and lay back. As her count approached 10 she hoisted Jr. in the air with her knees.

He loved when she did that and laughed aloud. She almost didn’t hear the shutter sound as the camera caught a shot of her ass and pussy with her thighs raised up together, the baby sprawled out on her shins.

Sitting the boy on her stomach she spread her legs for the next shot, and then raised them for the third.

The fake sounds of her phone imitating a real camera were as stimulating as a man talking dirty in her ear.

She wondered if these would be posted for the world to see. Her excitement grew as she realized that she could post them herself.

She considered sending them to Todd at work. It had been a long time since she did that. She knew the effect they would have.

She took a few more in various revealing positions before she decided that she better get some work done so she could explore the new site when the boy took his nap.

Meagan spent the rest of the morning trying to squeeze in her chores while also trying to keep up with the ball of energy that was her son.

She tried to focus, to put the images of sex and naughty pictures out of her mind. But it remained there, just below the surface.

She managed to get some of her laundry done, and ran the vacuum in a couple of rooms. Jr. loved the vacuum cleaner, and always wanted to run it too. In fact the word sweep was one of the few words in his developing vocabulary, although it came out more as weep.

Meagan of course had to lower the arm as if she were running it under furniture for the toddler to run it. And he pretty much ran back and forth over the same spot repeatedly.

This of course was not a very efficient way of doing it, but it kept the little guy happy. He was proud that he was helping mommy. And Meagan and Todd always stressed the importance of the concept of work to the boy, they didn’t want to raise a slacker!

Meagan’s goal was to have enough work done that she could spend his nap time on the computer!

Last night’s little exchange of messages, and the fantasy and fuck that went with them were a real awakening for her. The evening had opened up a whole new world of eroticism for her and reenergized her libido.

She still couldn’t help but feel self conscious about how she acted, especially with the pics that were sent to her, but she was certainly aroused by the whole process.

And she certainly was curious about the response to their post since last night. But she was also wondering what else there was to discover?

Meagan knew there would probably be a lot of horny single guys on that site. Many of which would be more than happy to show off their pricks.

In fact, she’d already seen a few. And had some hot fun fantasizing about them with Todd.

And she had to admit to herself that she was eager to see more!

She also wondered how many women might be on there. She remembered vaguely that at least one had commented on Todd’s cock last night. Was she alone? Or maybe her husband was involved, maybe he wanted her to find a lover, like that woman at the truck stop.

Was there women who posted themselves, not as part of a couple but as single women looking for guys?

Or just women who liked being looked at? Meagan knew what a turn on it was to be looked at.

She remembered there was at least one couple that said they both wanted her. That brought on a whole new set of questions.

She thought of her friend Beth admitting to a tryst with a couple. She was pretty sure Beth had played with both of them. And that brought up some very old curiosities.

Did any women comment on the post last night? She suddenly remembered a woman who complimented her and asked if she likes girls too?!

But all the comments and messages were coming so fast it was hard to keep track of it all.

The wine she was drinking and the hard cock she was casually riding didn’t help either, she guessed with a smile. The whole experience was a bit overwhelming, but very stimulating.

She had to admit that she was a bit curious about women. She had been ever since being seduced by her hot British friend in college. Only to be interrupted before she could actually experience it.

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“I’m at the Winsdor, at 17th and the Parkway, room 1912,” she told him. She ended the call before he could say anything. She wasn’t sure if he would come, if he’d want to. She just knew she needed to make the offer. She wasn’t prepared to hear any disclaimers or regrets. Either he’d show or he wouldn’t. Mentally, she prepared for the worst scenario, the one that would hurt her the most. She told herself that he wasn’t going to show up and he wasn’t going to text her either. She moved from there to the second worst- no show with text stating she should leave him alone. Her mind ran through the possible permutations and prepared for each possibility. That’s what her life was like. Expect the worst so that when it bit her on the ass, it wouldn’t have the satisfaction of hearing her cry.

She decided to take a shower, wash away some of the overthinking. She took a sip from her wine glass, then stripped quickly in the vanity area outside the bathroom. She was happy to see that the shower had a detachable shower head. If he didn’t show, she knew who her date for the evening would be. As the water pulsed against her skin she attempted to slow her mind. It was like this every time. She didn’t know where they stood and she knew it was unfair of her to have expectations. She was working her way through a legal separation and she knew it wasn’t fair to drag someone else into that mess. The water against her skin reminded her of that first night, standing on his doorstep, hoping he’d invite her in. Now she hoped that he’d come.

Teresa allowed the water to work the tension from her body. Her life had devolved into a string of responsibilities with minimal time to let go. Tonight was a gift to herself, away from the noise and distraction of what was once home. Whether Peter showed or not, she planned on enjoying her evening. She found it always best to make a backup plan in case she was disappointed; she began creating a mental inventory of what she would do if Peter didn’t come. She’d already bought her favorite wine and chocolate, but hadn’t taken a look at the room service menu. She’d probably order dinner and maybe watch a movie, something she could escape into, she decided.

The knock came as she was drying off. She wrapped the towel around her and walked to the door. She smiled as she saw Peter through the peephole. She allowed herself a deep breath, then opened the door.

“Hey,” she said as she smiled at him. Peter was surprised to find her in a towel, her hair wet upon her shoulders. He dropped his bag by the door and kissed her deeply without saying a word. His body pressed against her, pushing her karaköprü escort back towards the wall of the entryway as his hand became entangled in her hair. Teresa moaned, happy to be feeling him against her again. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as her nails dug into his back. The intensity of the kiss made her ache, as she simultaneously longed for it to continue and to feel him inside her. She lost all perspective when she was with him and the feeling of floating was delicious.

Peter stepped back slightly and ripped the towel from her body, before pressing against her once again. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the wall as he continued passionately kissing her. Teresa’s hips ground against him instinctively, seeking him out. His clothing felt rough against her naked flesh, but she enjoyed it.

Peter released her hands to touch her. The feel of a woman against his hands never grew old. He tried to enjoy each time like it could be the last, though he’d had enough with endings. His hands ran down her upraised arms and over the sides of her breasts, the curve of her waists, momentarily pausing at her hips. He pulled her hips even tighter against him. Teresa could feel his hardness through his pants and moaned in anticipation.

He kneeled down before her, inhaling her scent. She watched as he teasingly nibbled her thigh, then slid a finger inside her. Peter licked around her clit as he slowly fingered her. Teresa, leaned back against the wall, using it for support. Her recent go-to fantasies featured him and to have him before her, touching her; the tangibility of the fantasy was almost frightening, but in a way that only heightened his caresses. She moaned as he flicked at her clit, while his fingers continued pumping into her quickly. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to be overtaken by sensation.

Peter hadn’t known what to expect on his way over. Now though, he just wanted to be inside of Teresa. He stood back up and unbuttoned his pants as he kissed her hard. She was so wet and he wanted to feel her juices dripping down his cock. He bent his knees and thrust deeply into her. Teresa moaned loudly, glad to finally feel him within her. He grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up and keeping her in position against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the soft material of his shirt against her breasts and the slightly textured wallpaper on her back. Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him, wanting to devour him as he pumped into her furiously. Each thrust made her gasp. She pressed her karatay escort nails into his back as her tongue explored his mouth. His forcefulness made her feel desired in a way she hadn’t felt for years.

Peter thrust into her deeply, pulling her hips against him as he came. He broke their kiss and bit her shoulder as his juices filled her. Her heavy breathing filled his ear, tempting him further. Slowly, he released one leg at at a time, allowing her to stand again.

“Hi,” he said, smiling devilishly. He kissed her, then pulled up his pants.

“Mmm, I’m glad you came,” Teresa told him. “Are you hungry?”

“I feel like I could use a shower,” he replied. Teresa smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Peter followed, discarding his clothes along the way, watching Teresa’s body sway as she walked. He could watch her ass for hours. She turned on the water, bending over the tub to reach it. He spied his opportunity and returned his hand to her body, caressing her ass, and massaging up her back before slipping beneath her to her breasts. Teresa sighed, staying in position longer than needed in order to prolong her enjoyment. The shivers from his touch never grew old.

Slowly she stood, closing her eyes as her back came to rest against his chest. His kisses landed upon her neck as his hands slid down to her hips. “You first” he whispered.

Teresa gingerly placed one foot into the tub, then the other, allowing the spray to wash over her body in waves. Peter followed, taking position behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as the water cascaded down her breasts and his arms. He kissed her neck again, burying his face in her shoulder as the steam filled the room. An oasis of calm engulfed her. Being with Peter was forgetting everything else. She’d drown in him anytime she could.

Slowly, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. The water dripped down from his hair as she leaned in to kiss him. Teresa lingered on her tip toes for a moment, savoring him, then slowly kissed her way down his body. Her eyes watched his face, trying to read his excitement in his eyes. Peter inhaled sharply as Teresa knelt before him. The spray of the water bounced off his shoulders and chest as he tilted his head back.

Teresa’s hands grazed his thighs. She cradled his balls in one hand and slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip, then repeated. She enjoyed teasing him and wanted him aching to come. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking the edge where it met the shaft, then circled around. With a hand karesi escort holding his cock, she licked up the shaft again.

The water dripped down his thighs. Teresa paused to watch it. Peter’s hand ran through her wet hair, as he gazed down upon her. She smiled up at him and resumed her teasing. Peter’s hand tightened in her hair. She moaned softly, feeling his body tense, knowing that he wanted more. His salty precum lingered on her tastebuds as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. She felt like she could explore his cock all day, try different ways to excite him, changing pace and tactile sensation as often as he’d let her. His hand on the back of her head, entangled in her hair, forced more of his cock into her mouth and she knew he was at a place where exploration was over.

She was surprised when he pulled her head back, his cock bouncing off her lips as it left her mouth. Teresa looked up at him, trying to understand.

“Stand up,” he commanded. She got up carefully, water spraying her as she stood. “Turn around,” he continued.

Peter’s authoritative tone came as a surprise. Teresa’s heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She felt even more aroused than earlier. The water bounced off her hardened nipples as Peter placed his hands on her hips. She loved the feel of the water hitting her breasts, each pelting drop increasing her desire as his hands held her firm. His erection rubbed against her ass and her pussy quaked in anticipation. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the cold tiles, wanting to feel him inside of her again. His hands trailed over her ass, one slid between her legs. Teresa moaned as he began rubbing her clit.

His cock pushed between her swollen lips, entering her again. Teresa’s moan echoed in the shower, expanding like the steam. She closed her eyes, sinking into the feel of Peter’s hands upon her body, the slippery sounds of his flesh hitting hers, and the warm pellets of water sprinkling her back. As Peter’s thrusts grew harder and faster, Teresa found her body inching closer to the tiles. Her breasts grazed the cold surface, sending shivers down her spine as the different sensations electrified her senses. She grunted as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. His ragged breathing quickened and he came in a hard thrust, finally resting against her back, his breath against her neck.

~~~

Ordering room service and lounging with Peter was a decadent treat. She was glad to have him to herself under happier circumstances, though the looming thought of their separation weighed on her. She hated saying goodbye, never knowing if there would be a next time. Teresa pushed the thoughts from her head, actively focusing on his presence. She watched him as he ate, his attention on the movie they’d chosen. She returned to her steak, smiling. She knew he had work early in the morning, but the hours ahead seemed full of possibility.

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Emma sat in the secluded Gazebo, escaping from the crowd for a few minutes. The gazebo had been a pleasant surprise in her wondering stroll through the large garden. Emma watched the shadow’s dance in dusk’s false light, hearing the sound of the party in full swing drifting across the low hedges as she rested.

The party was just one more in the long line of summer distractions that John’s work forced them to attend. The guests were generally the same crowd, although Emma had noticed one or two new faces in the crush of arriving. Emma wondered if any of the new ones would prove interesting, the hope of them providing more was only a dim thought.

Her mind drifting back to the start of the evening Emma sighs as she recalls the quick and for her fruitless lovemaking prior to preparing for the party. John had come home in one of his moods, she had seen it as soon as he had walked in the door. Dressed in a dressing gown following her shower she had known what would happen almost instantly.

As soon as John had seen her, her naked body barely covered by the short gown he had pulled her to him and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his hands had pulled open her gown. Her body reacted in its usual fashion to his urgent advances her juices flowing almost instantly. Her groan as he kissed her was as much for the frustration she knew would follow as for the sexual stimulus that his groping hands brought.

Her fears proved true as he had pushed her back onto the couch, he did not even bother removing his pants as he released his rock hard shaft, thrusting it into her without any further attempts to bring her any satisfaction. Emma wondered which of the typing pool had triggered this particular attack on her self-esteem. John, normally a considerate lover had admitted after one of his previous attacks that he had been fantasying about a new typist at work most of the day.

Emma simply lay back biting her lip as he pounded into her, trying but failing to stop her own body from reacting, knowing that it he was not going to last long enough to bring about her own orgasm. Her prediction had proved true as after only a few thrusts he had exploded inside her, his seed kadirli escort shooting into her as he grunted his way through orgasm.

He had made the usual apologies afterwards of course but that did nothing to relieve the frustration he had left her with. The need to prepare for the party meant of course that she could not take the time to relieve that frustration through any other method either. This meant Emma was in a high state of excitement and was the reason for the retreat to the gazebo. Emma felt a slight chill on her shoulders as the breeze brushed over her exposed skin, her strapless party dress providing little cover. Glancing at her watch Emma realises that John would be looking for her soon, her short respite from the hubbub of fake smiles and false sincerity could not last much longer.

Standing Emma looks around once more at the peaceful garden realising that darkness was quickly descending. Walking along the path leading back to the house, Emma stops to light a cigarette not needing to conceal her whereabouts any longer. Flicking the lighter proves futile either the breeze prevents it from lighting or she needed to fill it. Just as Emma decided to return the cigarette to the elegant case from which it was extracted a lighter flared in front of her. Jumping at the sudden burst of light Emma glances up to see a stranger offering her the flame, smiling Emma leans forward and sucks the cigarette to life.

‘Thank you’ Emma draws deeply on the slim tube of tobacco letting the smoke drift out of her mouth as she speaks. The man simply nodded his head as he returned the lighter to his pocket, standing there silently as he seemed to stare straight into her soul.

Fumbling to return her own lighter to her small purse, Emma’s nerveless fingers failed to hold onto the small silver lighter and she gasped as it fell to the ground. Before she could react the man had bent down and picked up the fallen object. Without standing he handed it up to her, in the darkening garden Emma could only sense the smile as she retrieved the lighter and dropped it into her purse.

Emma stood waiting expecting the man to stand once more, ready kapaklı escort to thank him for a second time. Instead she gasped as she felt his hand stroke her bare leg below the knee length dress. Her mind spun in turmoil at the unexpected touch, her body stiffening but not moving away from the softly stroking hand. Emma glances around as the fingers brush over her flesh, realising that the hip high hedge next to her conceals from view not only the action but the man himself from anyone who is not on the short path they both occupy.

Emma is aware that a simple step back is all that is needed to break the spell she seems to be under, but her own frustration from John’s quick and urgent sex prevents her from resisting the soft touch of the man’s fingers as the move higher up her leg. Now stroking her thigh, Emma can feel the wetness growing seeping into the material of her panties as the fingers squeeze and caress. Her leg muscles relax at the tender touch, the tension seeping out of her body as her mind gives up the struggle for control.

The first feather light touch against the damp material that is the only barrier between his tantalising fingers and her twitching pussy brings a shudder and a gasp from Emma. Unconsciously her body reacts her legs move apart as he presses against the thin material, her hand moves to rest on his shoulder to support her shaking legs as his thumb slips past the material and into her soaking pussy.

Still without a word being spoken the man slips first one finger and then a second into her pussy, moving his thumb to press against her throbbing clit. Emma cannot believe that she is standing in a night shrouded garden letting a stranger pump his fingers in and out of her body. Her mind tries one last time to take control, her common sense screaming that she must stop this before it goes any further

Then it is to late, her body tenses in anticipation as she feels his lips brush against her thighs. Her whole being is now concentrated on the moist trail of his lips moving over her flesh. Twisting to lean against the thickly matted branches of the hedge Emma gives up all thought of resistance as his tongue laps karacabey escort at the juices running down her thighs. Her hands no long supporting her body pressing against his head urging his mouth upward towards her pulsating pussy.

‘Emma, Emma, EMMA’ John’s voice reaches through to her mind, growing louder with each call. She knows he must be getting closer, she knows he could find her at any moment but is unable to act, is unable to stop the man from attacking her body.

A silent scream escapes her lips at the first lingering touch of his lips, his tongue runs the length of her tracing the outline of her before thrusting between the swollen folds. Her body convulses as he twists his head sucking the flesh softly, moving up and over her clit. Her eyes close as he flicks his tongue over the ultra sensitive bud. Her legs tremble as two fingers slide in and out of her, her hips jerk as he sucks and bites lightly pinching the base of her clit as he drags his teeth over her stiffened clitoris.

‘Emma’ John’s voice is closer now, each second bringing him nearer.

‘Oh god’ Emma whispers ‘please stop, don’t stop’. Emma can feel the smile on the mans lips as they continue to move over her exposed pussy, his hand holding her panties aside a finger pressed close to the base of her clit as his tongue works its magic on the tip.

‘Oooohhhhhh’ Emma hisses as the first convulsions hit her, ‘oooooohhhhhh please please, I am cummmming’

Her voice barely above a whisper as she senses John’s approach her body explodes into orgasm, sending her shaking and jerking into climatic pleasure. His mouth twists and turns his tongue swirling and licking, his lips sucking as her mind soars to new highs, each touch bringing new climatic joy, each lick bringing with it a new fevered orgasm. As her mind fails, as her body collapses from its tense orgasmic high Emma knows John is just around the corner, knows that they are about to be discovered, knows that her marriage is in ruins when suddenly she is alone. The mouth gone her dress fallen back into place her stranger vanished. Her pussy still throbbing her legs still weak Emma turns as John appears silhouetted against the light from the house walking towards her.

‘There you are my dear’ John sounds relieved to have found her, then concerned as he continues ‘are you okay my love’.

‘Yes dear’ Emma still unable to keep the quiver out of her voice ‘I just felt a little overcum, I will be alright in a moment’……………

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Jake took Alex by the hand and led her to the parking lot. Their cars were parked in the second row next to one another. Jake opened her car door. Alex moved to get into the car. She didn’t know what to say to Jake about the events of the afternoon. She was speechless and nervous. Jake stopped her before she got into the car. He swung her to face him. Without warning, his lips touched hers. Alex was immediately lost in the kiss. Her hands went to Jake’s shoulders. She could feel his hands at her hips.

His tongue pushed past her lips and began to swirl within her mouth. She moaned lightly against the intrusion and pressed her body closer to his. It took her a moment to realize he had undone her pants again. His hands were pushing the pants past her hips. Alex quickly tried to pull away. His hand came to her head and kept her in the kiss. When Jake did break the kiss, his eyes held the same lustful feeling they did the night he caught her watching John and Sue’s sex show.

“It is time for your consequence,” said Jake. His hands worked to push Alex’s jeans past her hips. She tried to push his hands away, but his gaze told her to stop her actions. It caught Alex off guard. She stopped moving and felt her jeans slide down to her thighs and rest at her knees. Jake knelt down so his face was level with his pussy. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Alex was too scared to even enjoy the moment. Her heart was pounding. She was looking around the parking lot to see who was nearby. Luckily, it was only filled with empty cars. A horrified thought entered her mind.

Valet!

She knew the valet could come by at any moment. Jake stood in front of her again. His eyes searched hers. It felt like they would burn into her.

“Please, someone could see us,” begged Alex. She felt Jake’s hand moving down the front of her stomach again. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears of fear. When his hand found her clit, she let out a yelp. Her eyes popped back open. They were glassy with tears. His fingers began to slowly dance over her clit.

“Jake!” she whispered hoarsely.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Not here!”

“Why?”

“Someone might see us!”

“Would that be so bad?” Jake asked as his fingers moved more rapidly. Alex didn’t know what to say. His fingers were making her wet and hot. Her clit was throbbing and begging to be touched.

This is what you wanted from him!

Alex inegöl escort shook her head as her clit thickened from the excitement. Her hands went out to catch the side of the car to hold herself up. Her hips betrayed her and began rocking into Jake’s hand. The rocking motion pushed her clit directly into his line of attack. Her blood was rushing through her ears. She bit her lip in order to remain quiet. Jake’s fingers began pinching her clit softly. Alex’s knees threatened to buckle, and her back arched. She held onto the car with all of her might.

“You have been thinking about this, about me?”

Alex nodded her head and focused on the heat building between her legs. Her hips pushed against his hand again. The pads of his fingertips rubbed over her clit quickly. She leaned back against the car and held on for her life. She knew the orgasm was coming. Suddenly, there was an exquisite pain within her nipple. Alex looked to see Jake was roughly pinching her left nipple. The pain brought her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly. She squeezed her eyes closed and began moaning aloud. A burst of liquid left her pussy. Behind her moans, she heard Jake telling her she was forgiven for wearing her panties.

When Alex opened her eyes, she was still panting. She noticed that Jake was standing to the side of her. His hand still provided feathery touches along her clit. His other hand flicked back and forth against the hardened nipple. She smiled until she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.

The valet!

Sure enough, the boy who took her keys when she first arrived was standing only three cars away. Alex tried to move away from Jake and his hands, but he would not let go. Instead, he pinched her clit and nipple at the same time. Alex let out a sharp yelp. She looked over to the valet again. He had taken a couple steps closer to them. His pants were literally around his ankles. Alex could see he was masturbating. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it at a fast pace. She could see he was stroking it with an incredible amount of pressure. His hand was straining with each push and pull. The head was bright red each time his fist passed over it. The valet took extra care to squeeze it tight with each stroke.

“Doesn’t she look good?” asked Jake as he began to massage Alex’s clit roughly again. She pushed against his hand and turned her head away from valet. She couldn’t stop her ipekyolu escort body’s reaction. Shame and pleasure mixed within her.

“Look at him,” commanded Jake. Alex turned her head back to the valet. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his cock. The man was jerking himself so hard. She vaguely wondered if he fucked the same way he masturbated, rough and hard. Jake caught her attention when he leaned into her and began breathing against her neck. His hands didn’t stop their assault on her body. She was panting with effort as she felt another orgasm approaching. She heard the valet grunting. She watched his hand jerk stiffly. Alex watched his other hand snake down and grab his own balls.

Squeeze them hard!

The man was squeezing his cock and balls with equal amounts of pressure. He made whimpering noises. His own hips began pumping back and forth in a fucking motion. Jake bit down on her neck as he pinched her nipple. Alex let out another moan and let her own orgasm reach its peak. A gush of fluid ran out of her pussy and coated Jake’s hand and her jeans. She could feel the walls of her pussy and the outer lips spasm. With blurry vision, she looked back to the valet. It looked like he had a death grip on his cock and balls. His head went back as his cum dribbled out of his cock. Long, thick strings of semen dripped from him onto the ground. His hand didn’t stop stroking. His hips pushed forward with the last few strokes and shots of cum.

Alex’s hips bucked against Jake’s hand, and she whispered his name. He was almost holding her up by her pussy. It would only take one quick movement to penetrate her with his fingers. Now was not the time to push her much further. Jake smiled against her neck. He knew she would be his new playmate; scared or nervous didn’t matter. He would show her how desirable she was. Jake looked back to the valet and smiled. The man stood there panting with a puddle of cum in front of him on the ground.

“Did you enjoy it, Michael?” asked Jake as he removed his hand from between Alex’s legs.

“Definitely! Thank you for the show! See you at the club,” replied Michael as he pulled his pants back up to his waist. He wandered away back to the front of the restaurant.

Show? Club? This fucking asshole knows the valet!

Jake had arranged the whole scenario with someone he knew from a sex club. He had put together this little viewing as a iskenderun escort way to shame and excite her all at the same time. She jumped away from Jake and pulled her own pants up her legs and fastened them quickly. Her face had already turned a terrible shade of red. She pushed past him and climbed into her car. She desperately wanted to leave, but Jake still had her keys. He dangled them from his finger. Alex reached out to grab them; he pulled them away from her reach.

“Give me my keys!” she almost screamed at him.

Jake smiled and leaned into the car. He placed a quick kiss on her check and dropped the keys into her lap.

“Next time, follow my directions.”

Alex’s head snapped towards Jake, and she hissed, “There won’t be a next time.”

Jake nodded his head, “Yes, there will be. I will message you soon.” He stepped away from her car. Alex slammed the door and revved the engine. She zipped out of the parking spot and was gone from sight. Jake brought his hand to his face. He could still smell her sweet scent on his hand. He liked rainmakers, woman who produced gushing amounts of cum during an orgasm. He inhaled her scent. His mind began to think of the different possibilities. He knew he could not take her to the club immediately. She would scare too easily. Instead, he would break her in using John and Sue. He would show her how punishment could correct her behavior and excite her at the same time.

He took a moment to think back to the glassy, teary look that came over her face for a few moments. He liked the idea of her tears. Even through her tears, her body reacted so well to his touch. He didn’t want her to have tears from pain. He wanted her to lose her tears through some shame and fear. It would help her to break out of the shell that she was so ready to tell him about over lunch.

Damn, this woman has to know how much I want her!

It was time to talk with John and Sue. They had plans to make. These plans would definitely include Alex and her desperately secret libido. Jake opened his cell phone and dialed the bar. John answered on the second ring.

“Jake’s Blues Pub.”

“John, it’s Jake.”

“Hey boss. How did the lunch go?”

“It went perfectly. She did wonderfully. She smells incredible too.”

“Do you think she’ll want to continue playing?”

“Definitely! By the way, I’ve got some news I know you’ll like too.”

“What’s that?”

“Rainmaker.”

“Oh my god! You are kidding me! How does she taste?”

“I’ll find out on Wednesday. Be sure both you and Sue are scheduled to work on Wednesday night. I’ve got something in mind that I’ll explain when I get back to the bar.”

“Sounds good.”

Sounds fan-fucking-tastic to me!

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I click send and see the message ‘room 7’ disappear off my mobile screen.

Looking round the room and trying to decide what to do to pass the time till you arrive; I go over and lie on the large sumptuous king size bed. Turning on the TV I absently flick through the channels. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until the sounds of someone fucking came to me. I open my eyes slightly to see a couple nearing climax on the screen. As I start to watch more closely I find myself aroused, knowing that I will be enjoying the same sensations very shortly.

Slowly I raise my hand and start fondling my hardened nipples, pinching and flicking them, licking my fingers, moistening them and returning them to my breasts, now afire. My other hand makes its way further down my body, over my stomach lower until I reached my mound, the gentle touch of my own fingers making me throb. I slip my hand inside my lace panties, not comfortable and feeling restricted by being still partly dressed; I remove them dropping gürsu escort them onto the floor beside the bed.

My hand finds its way again to my mound; this time my fingers spread my lips, now wanting to explore my own depths. Again I moisten my fingers and returned to my now throbbing clit. With slow circular motions I rub myself, raising my own desire. I spread my legs, my pussy now aching to be explored. I slide my finger deep inside. I clench the bed covers as I feel myself rising, and my hand comes across my vibe lying beside me on the bed.

I turn the dial igniting what I know is about to bring me so much pleasure. I circle my clit again as I feel myself moisten more, my pussy now dripping, wanting relief from the heat raising inside. I gasp as I plunge it deep inside me, in and out I pump, my breathing becoming short and ragged as I bring myself higher, faster I fuck my wet juicy cunt. I raise myself from the bed wanting and needing to cum.

It is then I hear hendek escort a moan, not my own. I open my eyes and see you standing there watching me, a smile on your face, desire in your eyes. With a look I invite you to join me. As you emerge from the shadows at the end of the bed I see you are naked as you move over to the bed. Your cock hard as you fondle and rub yourself. I lick my lips, my mouth dry and needing to taste you. You walk to the side of the bed and I move over and find the bed to be the exact height needed for me to flick your swollen red knob while you stroke yourself.

Leaving my vibe throbbing inside me, forgotten while I savour the smoothness of your knob against my lips as you allow me to take you in a little deeper. My lips move down past your knob and I hear you groan, my teeth just barely grazing the sides as I put my hand on your arse and pull you deep inside my mouth. Your knob hits the back of my throat making me gag slightly but of course you enjoy the ilkadım escort feeling as my throat and mouth constrict around you.

You start fucking my face, deliberately thrusting in harder with each stroke. I moan as I enjoy the taste of you. This only heightens your desire and you seem to lose control. Your spare hand now holds my head in place as you thrust your cock deep in my mouth over and over again, both enjoying the feeling of raising higher ready to explode.

I feel your cock start to throb and swell and I know you’re about to cum; you from fucking my mouth, me from you taking control over my vibe again pumping my cunt over and over. Sliding it in and out deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Again I pull you deep in my mouth and I hear the guttural growl from you as you start to cum. I deliberately pull back allowing your cum to fill my mouth. I want to taste you before swallowing. I feel your last shudder as you become drained, completely spent. You stand there for a moment still slightly swaying before you open your eyes and look down at my smile.

The taste of you is still on my tongue as you bend down to kiss me, our tongues entwined in a long luxurious kiss. With hesitation you pull away and as a smug smile grows on your face you whisper, “Hi……… wanna fuck?”

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