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When I was in college, I was not much different than your average college male. I went to class, went to party’s, and chased as many girls as I possibly could. College was a great time, but now it has been almost 5 years since I graduated, and I am living in the real world.

I own my own business and it is hard to not think sexual thoughts about all the women I see. I interviewed a girl last month (for a job with my company) that was right out of college. She looked incredible, and it was hard to not think about her sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I am professional enough to not act upon these urges. But, having girls like this in my office really can make it hard to concentrate.

Back in college, I had plenty of girls and I sometimes can’t believe that it didn’t quench my thirst. Some of them were one-night stands, some were casual relationships, and others were on and off relationships. Every once in a while I found a girl that I would date seriously, but of course, all of those came to an end at some point or another.

There was one girl who I met when I was a sophomore in college. Her name was Anne, and she was your typical “sorority girl” and fit the stereo-type perfectly.

When we first met, it was outside of one of my classes. I saw her in my classroom and thought she looked really familiar. After class I went over and introduced myself only to find out that she was a total bitch. I blew it off and forgot about her rather quickly.

About two weeks later, I was at a party and a friend of mine said she wanted to introduce me to her roommate. When she did, it was Anne. This time she was a lot nicer, but I actually don’t think she remembered me at all.

We hit it off and had a great time. When the party was over, I asked her if she would go out with me on a date, and she accepted. As I drove home that night I kept wondering what it was about her that I was so attracted too. After all, she was stuck-up, came from a very rich family who lived in the high-end part of town, went to private schools all her life, and was a real daddy’s-girl-princess. I mean, what kind of girl actually wears real pearls to a college party?

Don’t get me wrong, it is not that I don’t like these kind of high-maintenance girls (in fact, they drive me crazy). But I always expect them to be bitchy which usually turns me off. When we first met in class, she was exactly that but now I found her to be pretty nice.

The more I got to know her, the more I realized that she was the most high-maintenance girl I had ever known. In fact, she was basically a “Stepford Wife” in the making.

We started going out more, and that lead to plenty of fooling around behind closed doors. She was exactly the kind of girl most guys wanted. When out in public, she was nice and proper. But at home, she was willing to do just about anything to please her man.

We never had actual intercourse, as she was a virgin and wanted to stay that way until married, but there were a couple of times that she almost broke that rule with me. She would get so horny when we were messing around, that it was like she suddenly didn’t even care about her goal of remaining a virgin. But, she always managed to keep from going too far.

On the other hand, she had a large collection of very sexy lingerie and was more-than skilled in the art of giving a great blow-job.

Once we started seeing each other regularly, I don’t think there was ever a time we didn’t end the night without her going down on me. One time when we were out, I asked her about it all the blow-jobs. She told me that she just loved giving head. She also told me that I had the biggest cock she had ever seen and that only made it harder for her to resist. I laughed at this and said, “well, then I need to lock you in a closet and never let you go!”

As time went on, we kept seeing each other. She got more sexually adventurous girne escort and I kept taking advantage of this fact. She would let me do just about anything I wanted too, and I loved it. The only thing she would not let me do was fuck her or go down on her.

I understood (and respected) not letting me fuck her, but not getting to eat her out was strange to me. I loved doing it to other girls, and asked if she had ever had it done. She said no, and that she wasn’t about to start. She thought that it was “not-proper” and “vulgar” for a guy to have to eat her out, and that if we were going to fool around, it needed to be about getting both of us off (or just me).

I wasn’t going to argue and just let it go.

About a year went by and we were still going out all the time. We had discussed our relationship and both decided that we didn’t want to be exclusive. I was seeing a few other girls on the side, and she told me that she was seeing a few other guys. I later found out that this was not exactly true. Although I was still going out with other girls, she was not seeing any other guys, and actually wanted a true committed relationship with me.

Towards the end of our junior year in college she came to my apartment one morning to see if I wanted to go out that evening to a party. She had a key and let herself in. When she walked into my room, she walked in on me fucking another girl that I had met the night before. The door to my bedroom was behind me as I was standing by the side of my bed, fucking this girl from behind. Due to our position, neither of us saw her and I am not really sure how long she stood behind us and watched from the doorway.

I don’t remember the girl’s name that I was fucking, but she was a little bit of a screamer. If Anne made any noise at all, it was drowned out by this girls constant high-pitched screams.

At one point Anne finally cleared her throat rather loudly so that we could hear her. The girl on my bed heard her first and turned her head to see who it was. I had my eyes closed and didn’t realize she had turned to look. The next thing I knew, the girl that I had my dick in said “Oh Shit…Ms. Anne,” and she then pulled off of me and wrapped the covers around herself. I turned around to see Anne standing there. Anne looked at me, and said, “I will be in the living room when you are done with her.” She didn’t sound pissed at all. She sounded the exact same as she did when she would tell me that she was in my living room and waiting for me to take her somewhere.

I stood there and watched her turn and walk into the other room. When I turned back to talk to the girl who I had been fucking, she was already up and busy putting on her clothes from the night before (as fast as she could).

She seemed really nervous and so I told her that it was ok, and that she didn’t need to be worried about this. I also asked her how she knew Anne’s name and why did she call her “Ms. Anne?”

The girl told me that she was currently a pledge in the same sorority that Anne was in. Not only that, but Anne was an officer in the sorority and that she was sure to be in big trouble for this.

I responded by saying, “You can’t be a pledge. The school only allows freshmen to be pledges and last night you told me that you were a sophomore!”

The girl simply looked at me and shrugged. She then ran out of my room, past Anne, and out the front door.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out to talk to Anne. When I saw Anne in my living room, she was sitting at the table, wearing one of her usual outfits. It was the middle of a Saturday and she was dressed like a perfect little housewife.

I started to say “Anne, I didn’t know she was a pledge or a freshman, and I am really….” But Anne stopped me in mid-sentence. “I don’t care about her. We are not exclusive and you can do what you want.” gölcük escort

She then stood up and asked if I wanted to go to a party that night, to which I answered yes, and then she asked if I would take her to lunch.

“Yes Anne, we can go get some lunch where ever you want, but let me take a quick shower first.”

Anne responded by saying “Oh, a shower?” “Why do you need a shower, it’s the middle of the day, didn’t you take one when you got up this morning?”

I answered, “Yes, I did, but I would just like to clean up a little.”

She walked over to me and leaned in close. I knew that when she did this it usually meant she was horny. In a very low and sexy voice she said “do you need to go wash that little whore off of your body?” “If you do, I can help with that.”

She gave an evil little grin and grabbed the front of my towel, pulling it off my waist and letting it drop to the floor. My cock was still slightly hard, and was still wet with that other girl’s juices. Anne gently pushed me back against the wall and then dropped to her knees in front of me. “My-my, you really had that little freshman turned on didn’t you,” Anne said as she took my cock in her hand and realized how much of that girl’s cum was left on me. “Let me clean you off,” she said as she then put my cock in her mouth and began to suck.

I looked down and watched as Anne sucked my cock with great skill. She really did have the classic southern house-wife look down, and it was a major turn on. She also always wore a deep red (and sometimes purple) lip gloss that didn’t stay on her lips like lipstick would. As I watched her suck my dick, there were traces of lip gloss getting smeared on my shaft as well as her face.

She brought me to full climax and I let a full load go into her throat. I had a lot built-up due to the fact that I had not cum in the “pledge” that had just left. I didn’t give Anne any warning of my cumming, and just let it go. I didn’t warn her because back when she gave me my first blow-job I had warned her when I was about to cum (as any guy should do), however, later she told me never to warn her again, and that I should just enjoy it. She explained that if she was worried about me cumming in her mouth, she shouldn’t be sucking my cock.

Either way, this time I could tell that the amount of cum apparently caught her off-guard, but she managed to “choke” it down with very little problem.

When finished she stood up and told me to go take my shower.

That afternoon Anne and I talked about our relationship. She told me that she really didn’t mind me fucking that other girl (or any other girl for that matter). I asked her why, and she said that it was none of her business who I was fucking and that she just wanted to make me happy. If I wanted to fuck another girl, that was fine.

I asked her if it would be different if we were in an exclusive relationship. She responded by saying no. The way she saw it was that if we were exclusive, that it meant that we were committed to one another and we were committed to our relationship. But, she understood that guys like hot girls, and if I wanted to go elsewhere for sex, it was fine, as long as I was still with her (Anne) and that the other girls were just sex (and nothing more). She even told me that she would not consider herself a “good” girlfriend if she kept me from the things I really wanted and enjoyed, including sex with other women.

The rest of the semester went along and although we never got into a committed relationship, we did become a little more exclusive. All along Anne was never with another guy, and I too started to sleep with fewer women, although I still did from time to time.

Finally, during our senior year, our relationship came to an end. I was going out one night with a girl that I had met the week before. This girl was absolutely göztepe escort somking-hot. Her name was Jen, and she was on the dance team at our school. She was taller than Anne, and had long amazing legs with a great body.

I could tell Anne was getting more “possessive” and was simply trying to hide it from me. I never asked Anne about trying anything sexual that she had already said no to (except fucking and giving her oral). However, I didn’t want her to feel left out, or that I didn’t care about her, so I decided to ask her if she would be willing to try a three-some. I figured it was a way that I could have another girl, while not making Anne feel completely left out. However, she declined. She said that she was really open to the idea, but that she didn’t want to have one as a “pity-fuck!”

“A pity-fuck, what in the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

She said, “Look, if you want to go fuck this girl you met, that is fine, but don’t ask me to come along just because you feel sorry for me.”

“I am not asking you because I feel sorry for you; I just thought it would be fun.”

Anne then said (angrily), “If you want to fuck me, fine, then come over her and get it over with, but don’t ask me to go out and fuck this other whore you recently met.”

“Come over here and get it over with?” I asked.

“Yeah” she responded a little louder and a little madder. “Maybe we should just fuck and get it over with!”

With that she stood up off my living room couch, walked over to the kitchen table, lifted her skirt, jerked down her panties, and bent over the table. She looked back at me and said, “Well, what are you waiting for!”

I could tell that she was mad as hell and I wasn’t really sure how to respond, or what to say.

Right then, my front door opened and Jen (my date) walked in. “Are you ready to go,” Jen shouted excitedly not realizing what scene she was about to cast her eyes upon. Needless to say, Jen was shocked at what she saw.

I don’t know if Anne was embarrassed or not but the fact that Jen was now there only made her madder.

I slowly turned to Jen and asked if she didn’t mind waiting outside for just a second.

“Yeah, because he needs to fuck me really quick before you two can go out,” Anne yelled.

There was a huge part of me that wanted to tell Jen to leave and then go burry my cock deep into Anne’s pussy. She was still bent over the table with her ass pointing right at me, and to tell you the truth, I almost did exactly that. I knew that Anne didn’t really want me to truly fuck her, but if I went over there and pulled my cock out, she wouldn’t have said anything. She would have given up her virginity just because she was so mad.

Knowing that this was not what she wanted, I simply asked Anne to leave. I knew that if we both stayed we would end up fucking.

Anne was so pissed (and I guess slightly embarrassed) that she stood up, pulled up her panties, adjusted herself and walked right past me towards the door. When she got to the door, she opened it and looked back.

“Have fun nailing this little whore tonight,” she said in a sarcastic tone, as she slammed the door and left.

“What was that all about” asked Jen.

“It’s a long story,” I answered. “Do you still want to go out?”

Jen said yes and we went on and had a great time. In fact, as Anne suggested, I did end up sleeping with her that night.

Anne and I didn’t speak again for months. I ran into her about a week before graduation and when I did, we both just kind of stumbled over our speech. We finally shook off the nervousness, and I asked her if she would like to go get a cup of coffee. She said yes.

We talked the rest of the afternoon about what “might-have been” if we stayed together. I really did like her, and did care for her, but now all of this was our past.

We went our separate ways that afternoon and never spoke again. At least not for a couple of years anyway.

As I was saying at the beginning of this story, after interviewing the hot young recent college graduate, my dick was about as hard as it could have possibly been.

(To Be Continued…)

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Hi, my name is Mike, I have a girlfriend of about a year now, and I really love her. But there is one obsession that I can’t shake…my obsession with big tits.

Not that my girlfriend isn’t beautiful, she is. But I obsess about big bouncy boobs in my head all the time. This is story is about how I quenched my obsession with huge mammaries.

I’m a twenty-one year old college student in the US. Whenever I walk around campus or am out at the bars I can’t help but be mesmerized by the busty girls I saw. Not to pat myself on the back, but girls pay attention to me when I look at them. I can usually elicit a giggle or a blush when I’m caught ogling a pair of big, round melon-like tits. That’s where my girlfriend comes in, she’s an awesome girl, but only has about a 36B bust.

Whenever I could I would always look at big boob porn sites on the internet. And as I said before, there wasn’t a pair of big knockers that escaped my gaze. In other words, big tits are an obsession with me.

One day I was out at a party. It was a great time, but there was this one girl there that caught my eye. Her name was Kristin, and we had been friends throughout college. She was about 5’6″ probably weighed about 150 or 160. Eighty of those pounds though had to be in her bra. She was a slender girl with skinny arms and a slender but shapely butt, hips and legs. The most prominent of her features were her tits though.

Whenever I talked to her it was a constant battle to not let my gaze wander down to the ample cleavage that she always displayed. I always snuck a few looks though, and gaziemir escort those peeks I took at her magnificent, proud chest fueled many masturbation sessions.

I would fantasize about putting my rock hard cock in between her huge, soft pillowy tits and pounding away at them. The thought of her quivering tit flesh encasing my manmeat stimulated me to cum many times when I masturbated.

At this party, no matter what conversation I was in, I would always be in the room with Kristin. I would constantly be monitoring the state of her two fleshy breasts, as most of the guys in the room were.

The party was coming to an end, and my head was filled with thoughts of Kristin’s huge boobs. I was ready to go home and have sex with girlfriend thinking of the huge rack that I wanted to bury my face in.

At that point, Kristin and I were the last ones there. Kristin came and said goodbye to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me to embrace me in a hug. Her huge, soft breasts were pressed up against me. Getting more bold I squeezed her back, savoring the sensation of being in close contact with that prized titflesh.

All of a sudden, my cock twitched. She pulled back in surprise and shock was on her face. But there was also the hint of a smile on her face.

“Are you excited Mike?” she giggled, which made her flesh melons jiggle just the slightest bit, which did not help the situation.

“umm…..yeah, I am.” I admitted, figuring that honesty would be the best policy.

“Do you think gelibolu escort you’re excited because of my tits?” As she asked she thrust out her chest.

We exchanged glances, she knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted. At this point my girlfriend was in the back of my head, I needed large tits and I needed them bad.

“I want you to bury your face in my cleavage Mike, please?”

Kristin didn’t have to ask twice as I dove right into her cleavage valley and began to suffocate myself with breast flesh. She pulled my head down farther into her titties as I buried my face in my own personal breast heaven.

I could tell that she was getting turned on, her tit mountains were rising and falling with each breath, she started to moan.

She pulled me out of her breast flesh for a second and as she was staring at the growing bulge in my pants she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She was wearing a black bra that looked too small for her creamy white tit monsters.

As she unhooked the clasp I thought I was in heaven. Her huge flesh balloons tumbled out, and I took a second to appreciate them. As I glanced down at the bra I noticed the size said 36F. I was in for a good night.

I was about to dive in for seconds on her tit mountains, but she pre-empted me and put her hand on my crotch.

“Well, well, my huge titties DO excite you don’t they.” She said as she admired the considerable tent I had pitched in the front of my pants.

As she pulled down my pants, my cock sprang up and almost hit her in the gemlik escort face.

“Ooooooh, that’s a nice piece of cockmeat you have there Mike.” She said as she started to jerk it off.

She started to go faster and faster. I looked down at her boobs which were jiggling wildly. I stopped her and told her to sit on the reclining chair. As she did this I put my knees up on the arms and positined my throbbing purple cockhead at the entrance of her enticing tit-valley.

“So you want to fuck my big plentiful tits huh?” Kristin got some baby oil and rubbed it all over her prize titties.

I answered by thrusting my manmeat in between her flesh pillows. It felt so warm and soft inside of her two twin flesh mountains.

I started to thrust harder and faster. Her boobs were jiggling and her titflesh was quivering as my cock continued to pound away at her tits.

I kept on thrusting my hips back and forth, proudly showing my throbbing manmeat as Kristin thrust out her chest for more titfucking.

As I kept on working my rock hard cock in between her quivering flesh pillows, I took it out and started cockslapping her tits, enjoying how her breast flesh would ripple.

I felt my cum start to boil up in my balls, so I continued to titfuck Kristin. Her huge mammaries were under seige from my manhood, and they provided a warm fleshy tunnel for my man meat. As I thrust faster, she actually came, she loved all the worship that I was paying to her titties.

My cock couldn’t take anymore of the tit tunnel and started to erupt. Cum was spurting out of my cum fountain like a fire hose. I drenched her titties in my white cream as she thrust out her chest to offer them up to me. After I was done drenching her titties I lay down on her plentiful, heaving, cum-drenched bosom. Right at that moment though, her buxom friend Cari walked back into the room…..

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As old farts go, George Wall was a pretty nice guy… for an asshole–at least, that’s what Lucy, the last of his three wives, had to say of him.

“George,” she said, blonde hair tied in a bun and her curvy body bound by a constricting, dark, but smart-looking business suit. They were at the lawyer’s office for the final mediation session of their divorce.

“You’re smart, and you’re as loyal as a dog to his master, and your cock is as long and as thick as a baseball bat. But you’re an unrelenting motherfucker in bed. My pussy, my mouth, and my sorry torn-up asshole are allergic to your monster cock.”

Right after she said this, Lucy pouted. George remembered how cute her ruby red lips looked turned down and out, a bit like a child after having a lollipop taken away from her before she’d finished sucking on it.

Three years gone, and he stilled missed those pouty red lips.

“Georgie dear,” she said, laughing. “I can’t take it any more. I’m joining that club, that special sorority of women whose pussies you have worn out with too much fucking. Shoot man, I have to divorce you because I need a rest! You and your dick, I’m either going to become a nun, or I’m going to become a lesbian.”

He chuckled remembering this.

George surveyed the restaurant. The place was well established, and the food was good. The menu was just expensive enough to keep out the riff-raff: teenagers, or families with squealing kids. The walls were paneled with dark mahogany, the tables had plenty of space between them, the carpets were plush and rich-looking.

The waiters knew George and respected him. They gave him a good table every time he ate there, which was usually at night for dinner. Today was different. He’d closed a good deal that morning, and so gave himself the day off and decided to have a late lunch at his favorite restaurant in town. The place was quiet. Only a few patrons were in the dining room, strategically placed far apart so that each could have a private space to eat, work, snooze, have a drink.

George didn’t recognized anyone in the room. No surprise, really, since this wasn’t the hour of the day when he was usually there. He sipped his Bourbon and surveyed the room.

And across the room, against the far corner, George saw what appeared to be a woman of amazing beauty and sexuality. She was in her fifties (but George could tell that she was in very good shape). She was blonde (but he thought, not a natural blonde). She wore a red sundress that displayed a proud bust line and exposed the clean soft skin of her shoulders (not a wrinkle on her skin, he thought).

The woman was busy studying the contents of a black leather portfolio, and every so often she would use a pen to make a notation on one of the pages. She’s got a head for business, he thought. She’s focused on that portfolio and completely unaware of the rest of us in this room. That made him smile, and his sat back comfortably in his chair to admire the view. She wouldn’t look up for a long time, he knew. He could look at her, admire her mecidiyeköy escort body and face and long hair, and she wouldn’t know for a long time. So he started to wonder about her breasts. They were round and full, and they pushed hard against the cotton fabric of her sundress. Faintly, her nipples pimpled the cloth that wrapped her breasts and formed delicious shapes that made George think of creamy, cherry-filled chocolates.

He would like to have her as dessert, he thought. His cock, which till now lay limply between his legs, pulsed slightly and started to thicken.

The thought of making love to this gorgeously shaped woman broadened his smile, and George began to laugh gently.

When George Wall laughed, the pleasure of his laughter started deep inside his body and welled up like a fresh fountain of sparkling champagne. He exuded pleasure and joy and an incredible animalism that drew women to him the way magnets attract steel.

It was the sound of his splendid laughter that caused the woman to look up at him.

KoKo Latte to raise her steel-gray eyes up from the script she was reading in the portfolio to see just who could be making such a joyful sound, and why. She decided that joyful was the right word to describe what she heard–and what that sound caused her to feel.

And there he was, this man – big bodied, about fifty or so, with slightly graying hair and a clean, smooth-shaven face, was boldly studying her and gently laughing with what appeared to be genuine pleasure. It was slightly disconcerting. But only slightly. Because it was also pleasant.

KoKo Latte was an experienced – and skeptical — business woman with a hide hardened by nearly thirty years of producing, writing, directing, and starring in pornographic feature films. Koko Latte, whose real name was Sarah Evangeline Morris (and she hated that name, God-damn her mother for branding her with it!) had developed a reputation as the hardest-working, porno queen in the industry. She wisely exploited her reputation, too, marketing herself on her website and in her movies as ‘The Greatest Female Entrepreneur in the Porn Industry.”

Her fans loved it. Her business partners loved it too, because the films that started Koko made them thousands of dollars a year.

As you can imagine, Koko – after having her pussy probed every which way by cocks and cameras of every size and shape – was a tough customer. She came to this restaurant every afternoon for a late lunch to work diligently without interruption on whatever her current project was at the time. Today, it was the script for the next movie she was to direct. She had written it. It had a political theme: The madam of a whorehouse is running for President of the United States, and garners campaign contributions from the CEOs of global corporations by giving the men ball-bursting blowjobs. There was one female CEO in the mix, too, which gave Koko an opportunity to film a girl-girl scene. She was working on this part of the script, trying to figure out who would make pendik escort the best female co-star, when she became aware of George’s deep and pleasant laughter.

What little humor KoKo had, she kept locked up in a tiny room deep in her heart, where no one could possibly get at it, destroy it, or take it away from her. But this man … there was something about him. Electric, animalistic sensations began to prick at her skin. Her heart raced just a little faster, and she felt her cheeks blush and grow warm as her blood pulsed warmly in her veins. Much to her surprise, her pussy began to feel a warm wetness.

Looking at George’s brown eyes and hairy arms, his thickening middle and strong limbs began to unlock the door to that secret, deeply guarded secret room inside her heart. This man had kindled a flame, and he was stirring the fires of passion!

She put down her pen, placed the portfolio closed on the table. “What’s so funny?” she asked. She smiled. Her expression was frank, open, non-confrontational, and welcomed conversation.

George beamed. He accepted her apparent invitation, smiling broadly to show his white teeth and red tongue.

“I’m not laughing because something is funny. I am laughing because I feel good. I feel very good looking at you. You’re the reason why I feel so happy,” he said.

Koko gave the man a professional appraisal. Was this fellow star material – that is, porno flick star material? Hhm, she wondered. It would depend upon two factors: His dick, and his stamina. He needed both to be long … well, she thought. There’s only one way to find out.

Koko stood up. That in itself was a major statement of carnality. Her breasts swelled, her thin waist accentuated the upper and lower contours of her amazing figure. Her long legs – smooth, unhampered with stockings of any kind, strong, muscle toned, brown with sun and sea.

Well, she said to George. Let’s see just how happy I can make you. She provocatively strode across the restaurant to his table. Care to come, she asked, and started out the door. And then she stopped, and turned to him again. You do know how to come, don’t you?

* * *

As she walked away from his table through the restaurant, George felt a pronounced pressure in his
undershorts. He pulled out his wallet, threw a few bills on the table, and hurried after her. They didn’t have far to go. At the entrance to the restaurant, there was a narrow, steep staircase. George hadn’t ever given it much thought before. But here at the foot of these dark-stained wooden stairs this amazing goddess was waiting for him. As he approached her, she turned and climbed the stairs … and George followed close behind her bountiful behind. Was it possible, he wondered, that he was going to get a piece of that amazingly beautiful ass, wrapped in a conservative business skirt, and propelled in all sorts of amazing directions by those strong, slender, lickable legs?

The staircase was long and narrow as the two climbed to the second story. George had a long time to watch sancaktepe escort this woman’s ass checks rise and fall under her tight-fitting skirt as she led him through to a dimly lit hall to a conservative-looking business office with a sign on the door, Aphrodite Productions.

The woman led George into the office, shut the door, and locked it.

My name is Koko, she said. What’s yours?

George, and he was about to say that he thought her an incredibily beautiful woman … but before he could say another word, Koko started to take her clothes off.

After she’d freed both breasts and stood with only her panties on, she looked at him quizzically. “And you, do you plan to fuck me with your pants on or off?”

George yanked at his clothes, pulling off buttons and jamming the zipper in his haste.

Koko lost no time. She looked at him critically, examining his erect penis and muscular legs, arms and chest, the flat iron hard stomach. Yes, she said to him. One of out two.

“Huh?”

“Never mind, you’ll find out.”

In five minutes Koko was licking her way up the muscles of his inner thigh. George thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Koko had breasts that won’t quit. In fact, she had nothing that would quit. Everything was moving around like crazy. George wrestled her up off his cock … just in time … and went to work, diving his mouth in between those round, smooth thighs to take a big, big juicy mouthful of curly, soft, warm, wet woman. He began gently, teasingly, just touching the labia and her rigid button-like clitoris with little light licks. She smelled like a warm honey drenched lamb chop served on a summer terrace in the Aegean Sea. Koko was murmuring something entirely unintelligible.

Then George started to dig in, started to eat that sweet pussy alive. Koko was sighing and squealing. She was singing and filling that little fur cup with pink champagne. That round ass was bumping and jumping. It was time.

George wasn’t gentle with her. He placed his big cock, set himself, and drove the meat full into her. All the way.

She took it with a groan. And when he slammed it into her again, she shouted something and clamped her teeth into his shoulder. He could feel the juice running out of her pussy each time shoved it in. Those large beautiful eyes were staring up at him in shock.

The marines had landed!

The Yanks were here!

The cavalry was coming … and so was Koko Latte.

She came with a grunt and a heave that almost threw George off the desk. But then he started pumping, and pumping, and pumping into her until he was dizzy with the effort. She was laughing and yelling, scratching his ass, and kicking like a colt. Those giant breasts were bouncing around like soccer balls.
This was one of the best, thought George, as he spurted a warm, pulsing gusher of his man juice inside of her. This is one of the very best!

Koko lay shuttering beneath him. Her eyes were glazed and rolling around in their sockets, and for a time she had that dopey look of a woman who’d eaten too many magic mushrooms. When she came to, she looked up at him and smiled. Two of two, she said. You’ll do a damn fine job.

How would you like me to make you into a porn star? she asked him.

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[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]

(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.

About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.

The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.

I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.

A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.

She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.

Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.

“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”

I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”

“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”

“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.

“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”

“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”

“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.

From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.

I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.

Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.

“Whatcha’ doin’?”

I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!

“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, maltepe escort looking at me with concern. “Well?”

The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”

Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!

“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.

“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.

“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”

“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”

She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!

“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.

“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay.”

“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”

I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.

“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”

I shook my head.

She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”

I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”

I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .

“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.

I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.

“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”

I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.

“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!

“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.

She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping and praying manavgat escort that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.

“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.

“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.

When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.

“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.

When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”

I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.

“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.

“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.

I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!

“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.

“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.

“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.

“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”

Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.

“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist around in my seat. “Oh!” she marmaris escort cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.

“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.

“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.

“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”

“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.

“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.

“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.

“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”

“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.

“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.

“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!

She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.

“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.

“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.

Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.

Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.

Continued…

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*Author’s note: I would like to thank PrincessAmelia for her efforts editing this story. She made it easier to read, and therefore much more enjoyable for you, the reader.*

I met someone in New Orleans online, who just got out of a divorce from an abusive husband. She told me that she never had anyone ever go down on her ever. So, it inspired me to write this story.

I arrive at the address you gave me. I don’t know if this is your place, or a friends place, but since this is the first time we are meeting in person, you might be playing it safe. It is a nice neighborhood, but I still lock my doors and stroll up the front steps to ring the doorbell. Yes, I am feeling a little nervous. While we talked to each other online, I still have never met you, and you only know just that I am arriving at this time. I take a deep breath as I hear footsteps coming to the door. The door opens with the chain still on, and you say, “Mike?”

I reply, “Ally?”.

The door shuts and I hear the chain slide off before you open the door again. “Come in.”

I pause, giving you a good look over. You are wearing silk, and a matching kimono tied closely around you. The silk excites me, as it hangs and clings around you in all the right places. Curves where you are supposed to have curves, and a beautiful smile with perfect kiss able lips, giving me a slight grin as you watch me take you all in with my eyes. Your curly brown, shoulder length hair looks freshly done. You are shorter than I am; a cute little 5′ 3″ compared to my 6 foot tall frame.

I step into the house, and you lead me to the living room, where the lights are slightly dimmed, some music is playing and a glass of wine is there, lipstick on the edges of the glass showing me you have had a sip or two already. You offer me a glass, which I take and savor the moment.

A beautiful woman, standing before me, wants me to lick her pussy for the first time. I feel honored, excited, and nervous. You are looking me over, and you don’t mind what you are seeing, but you do go back and look at my crotch again, as you see my bulge increasing.

Feeling a little awkward, but wanting to take charge of the moment, I ask how your day was. I can see the excitement in your eyes, and wondered if you were thinking about it all day as I was. I ask you if you are ready for this, and you just nod your head. Taking you in my arms, I give you a passionate kiss, teasing your mouth with my tongue, darting, probing, withdrawing, and making you aware of my tongue, what it is doing, and what it will be doing.

I slide my hand down your back and grab your ass. It feels so nice under the silk pants. Breathlessly you pull away, and slip off those long pants. As you do this, I can see the small robe start to slip open, revealing a sexy bra and panty set. You have such nice big beautiful breasts. I make a mental note to make sure they get my tongue as well. You see me standing there, watching you, an obvious erection tenting my pants. You give me that smirk again, and I blush a little.

I take off my shirt and slide my pants down, taking my shoes and socks off as I go. At this point, you have an opened robe and you are standing there in your matching bra and panties, and I have on my boxer briefs. After another breathless moment, we embrace each other again with renewed vigor, as I am groping your ass while putting my arm around your head, locking your lips against mine.

I can feel your nails against my back as your hands move to grab my ass with two hands, feeling how firm it erdemli escort is, pulling my hips hard against yours, my hardness pressing into you. I sense we are getting a little weak kneed, and I start to lower you onto the couch. I kneel on the floor and take off my underwear then reach for yours. Slowly I pull them down, as you lift up your hips, allowing me to pull them all the way down and off. I am surprised to see you are shaved clean.

You see me stare at it with longing and lustful look, and you open your legs more to give me greater access. Such a beautiful pussy, so pink, already wet, begging for attention. I lean over and kiss the insides of your thighs. Maybe you thought I was going to go right for your clit, but no, I want to enjoy the buildup. I draw circles with my tongue on the inside of your thigh, while my other hand is massaging your leg.

As my tongue gets close and closer to your pussy, I can feel your pussy giving off heat, I can smell your wonderful juices, and I can feel my pre cum running down my head. With broad, flat strokes of my tongue, I finally reach your outer lips. I now really position my head right beneath you, and you put your let over my shoulder. I can hear you breathing deeply, enjoying being teased this way.

I lick all around your pussy, tasting your wetness as it leaks from your pussy. As I am licking around your pussy, I decide to see how far you want to go. When I get to the bottom, I lick a little bit along your perineum, but stop before I reach your anus, then move back up, wanting to see your reaction. I can smell something sweet and flowery when I did this, so I can tell you took a scented bath before my arrival.

I hear you gasp with surprise and anticipation as I started down that path and I sense you relax a little bit when I started back up. Not sure what you like, after another lap around your pussy, I go down there again, a little further this time, and again, I hear that sharp intake of breath. I smile, and give a few long licks between your anus and pussy, seeing you get even more excited. But I make one more slow long trek back up, but this time I don’t stop outside your pussy – no, I continue to lick all the way up into your folds, getting a mouthful of your juices.

There is no way I am going to touch your clit yet, not when there is still so much build up to continue. Making my tongue hard and long, I start to use it as a mini-dick, thrusting it into your hole, feeling your wetness on my upper lip and starting down my chin. God I love this pussy!

After a few minutes of this, I gently work my tongue up to your clit, where it is poking through the hood. As I approach it with my tongue, I apply less and less pressure until just before my tongue would have licked it, I stop, hovering above it for just a split second so you recognize the pause, then I gently blow a puff of air onto it. At that point you cannot take anymore, and now your hands are pressing my face against your pussy.

I finally tongue your clit, working it around in circles, licking over the top around the bottom, just before I take your clit into my mouth. This sends you over the edge for your first orgasm. I have your clit in my mouth, sucking on it, licking the tip of it like a mad man while it’s in my mouth.

My chin is completely wet as you grip your legs around me and keep my head from moving while you climax. I am furiously tapping at it with my tongue as you spasm uncontrollably. As I sense you slowing down, I slow down, and when you release me, fatsa escort I look up at you and you have that far away glazed look in your eyes. I rub your stomach with my hands, rubbing them up and outward, down your sides back to your hips, where I bring them back in and up, going a little further this time, continuing this until I get to your breasts, which amazingly are still in your bra.

I look at you pleadingly, and you give me that sly little smirk again and unclasp your bra, freeing your magnificent breasts, nipples completely erect. I rub them for a few minutes, enjoying their firmness and soft curves, rubbing where the bra was under your breasts and around the sides.

You seem to have recovered enough at this point, so I go back down and start to massage the inner thighs right where they connect to your hips. I hear a soft moan escape your lips as you realize we aren’t done yet. Massaging you for another few moments, I go back to licking your pussy lips, inside and out, taking them into my mouth, playing with them, and moving on.

At this point I stick a finger in your vagina, which you did not expect, but by the sounds you are making, you are definitely enjoying. So while I am licking all over your slit and lips, my finger is working in and out of you, feeling for the g-spot to tease as my fingers penetrate you. We get into a good rhythm, and then I kick it up a notch by sucking your clit back into my mouth. This makes you pull my hair in pleasure, but that wasn’t as far as I could go. No, I add another finger to rub your g-spot, and I then start humming. You are so vocal right now, urging me to continue, don’t stop.

Oh, no, I won’t stop. With my other hand, I reach out and grab a breast to hold and squeeze as your orgasm builds. It isn’t stopping, and I am humming along, thrusting my fingers, and squeezing your tit while you are writhing in ecstasy. You finally hit that climax, and I am holding onto you for my life, pressing your g-spot, humming with your clit in my mouth, and my other hand pinching your nipple.

You climax for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a couple minutes. As soon as it ends, I feel you go limp, and I swear you passed out. Your juices are running down my wrist as I pull my fingers out of you. I give your pussy a last lick, and release your breast. Your eyes open at me and you smile at me.

I move on up and kiss you full on the lips, letting you taste your juices on my lips and tongue. Yes, you look happy when I pull away. I smile and ask how you are doing.

Your eyes roll up and you sigh, “Wonderful.”

“Are you still up for more fun with my tongue?” I ask.

“Am I? YES!”

I take a pillow from the couch and lie down, putting my head on the pillow. “Come over here and kneel over my face,” I say. I watch you get up, still a little weak, breasts ever so swaying, and you eagerly straddle my shoulders. I look up at your glistening pussy, still wet from our tongue play, the bare lips still spread, wanting more attention. I see your breasts flushed and nipples at attention.

My lust cannot grow any more. As much as I enjoy the view, I correct you. “No, turn around. Put your knees by my head.” Excited to be directed like this, you quickly switch around. I reach up and give a little lick along your slit as I hear you give a soft sigh. “What do you see?” I ask.

“You. You are dripping!”

“Yes, I am. Now do you think you can take care of that while I continue to take care of you?”

“At the same time?” finike escort

“Yes, let me lick your pussy while you suck me.”

I feel a slight hesitation while you think about it, and I reach up with my tongue and lick from your slit to your anus again. “Ooh!” you exclaim, and that jump started you to bend over onto your hands and take my very hard cock into your mouth.

“Mmmmm…” I moan as my mouth is full of your pussy lips. The humming of my moan feels incredible to you, and you moan back with my dick in your mouth, giving me the same kind of vibration sensation as I was giving you. I am in heaven. The smell of your pussy, the juices flowing into my face and mouth, my tongue poking your hole, all while being sucked is incredible. This is turning you on as well, as your position over my mouth is giving me a totally different access to you, one where I cannot focus as much on your clit as much as before, but I can certainly penetrate your opening with my tongue better than before. My chin is rubbing against your clit, though, and after a few thrusts of my tongue into your pussy, I lick all the way up to your anus, and give that a tickle with my tongue.

You almost screamed with delight, but with your mouth full, it just caused me more wonderful vibrations. I continue to rim you a little, now sure if you want me to poke my tongue in there, but I decide against it; better to give you the idea of wanting it for another visit. But that doesn’t stop me from licking up and down, back and forth, and again thrusting my tongue into your pussy, my tongue not able to penetrate like my fingers, but still licking up all those juices.

I am sensing you are close, and I am not far behind as I have managed to keep from my powerful orgasm all this time. This is always the best – and worst – thing with 69 – the more aroused you get, the more you put in to pleasing your partner. But the closer either of us get to cumming, someone could start to lose focus as the powerful waves of pleasure overcome them, enough that a person might stop what they are doing to focus on their own pleasure.

You know I am getting close as I am thrusting my cock up into your mouth (which is why I didn’t want to be on top – I didn’t want to gag you!), but you are also grinding your pelvis into my face as I lick as fast and as furiously as I can, trying to get you to come with me in your mouth.

Suddenly your body tenses, and you start moaning louder and louder, causing extra vibrations down my shaft. That sets me over the edge too, and I release all my pent up cum down your throat. I am thrusting upwards; shooting again and again with each wave of my orgasm overtakes me. Your pussy juices flow all over my face; nothing is dry on my face. I am covered in your passionate juices, glistening in the dim lights.

You roll off me onto your side. I take the pillow and turn around, offering to share the pillow with you while we look at each other. You seem so satisfied, a glazed look in your eyes. I lean in closer to kiss you, and again, our tongues are intertwined, but slower this time, more sensual.

I can taste my cum on your tongue, and I know you can taste yourself on my lips, tongue and face. Your curly brown hair, perfectly in place when you met me at the door, is now unkempt, slightly mussed and tangled. Spent, trying to regain our breath, we lie there, on the floor, holding each other for a few moments.

I ask you if you have an ottoman, and you nod, still slightly out of breath. I ask if you can have an orgasm like that standing up.

“I don’t know, why?”

“Next time, I can lie on my back, hang off the edge of the ottoman, and lick you silly while you stand over me!”

“Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?”

“I am an eternal optimist after a mind-blowing sex session.”

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Eve:

I didn’t mind the location he named for our first scheduled meeting. Even the fact that I had to pay the cover didn’t rankle nearly as much as the fact that he’d told me what to wear.

Or the fact that I’d worn what he told me to. His voice had slithered over the phone, “Wear a short skirt and high heels.” I’d asked, a little sarcastically, if there was anything else he wanted. “More sexy underwear,” he told me, then hung up.

I wore a black skirt I’d inherited from my much shorter aunt. It was so short it revealed the lacy tops of the stockings and the garter belt straps. If I stood up straight, the hemline stopped just short of illegal. I wore a white tube top under a black sheer blouse. I did my hair in that “just-rolled-out-of-bed” look, which took longer than it should have. I finished it with knee-high boots that laced all the way up.

I grabbed my long coat to wear over it and left the house. As I drove to the place, my heart beat far too fast. I had to be insane: I was being a puppet, dancing at the puppet master’s command. But…I wanted him bad enough to do this. I was a slave to my hormones after all.

I showed my ID at the door and paid the entry fee, getting stamped with the “under 21” stamp so the bartenders wouldn’t sell me alcohol. As if I needed it: I felt ready to pass out from adrenaline overload as it was.

The music was so loud I couldn’t hear anything but the bass. I looked around the hazy atmosphere. There were high tables with barstools scattered around, and a few cushy chairs gathered at odd intervals against the walls. The place had nice ambiance; sexy without being obvious. Not like me, I thought as I checked my coat. I saw a lot of guys watching me, their tongues practically hanging out. I was sure they were going to ask me for my hourly rate. I wondered for a small moment what I could get away with charging them.

Michael had said he would find me, so I moved into the seating area. Everywhere I moved I felt eyes on me. It efeler escort was a real rush, knowing that men wanted me, even if I was dressed kind of cheaply.

A hand touched my back, smoothed down to my ass as someone fell into step behind me. He put his mouth right up to my ear. Even there, he almost had to shout to be heard. “Come and dance,” he said, making it clear that it wasn’t a request.

I spun to face him, and stopped dead in shock, looking him up and down.

He looked utterly sexy. He wore tight black jeans, a subtle belt and a white formal shirt, tucked in but unbuttoned almost to his waist. The look sould have been trite, but his sheer arrogance allowed him to pull it off.

He grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor, where a hip-swinging rhythm had just begun. I’m not a stellar dancer, but my hip movements leave nothing to be desired. I ground and brushed against him with the fast beat. After a while, the beat changed to seductive, and Michael spun me as he pulled me into his arms. I was locked against him, felt his cock nestled between my cheeks, and felt the skirt riding up as he pulled me slightly upward with his grip at my waist.

His mouth found my ear again. “I bet every man here wants to do this to you,” he said as he made a little grinding movement against me. I gasped, my eyes half-closing, my body bowing. “They want to do more than that. They’re watching us, right now.” He lapped at my earlobe with the very tip of his tongue. He guided my hands until they were stretched around his neck.

“They want to be me,” he said. “They want to be the ones grinding into your body. They want to be the ones who can touch your bare skin.” His hands slid down my arms, grazing over my breasts, making me shudder and lose the rhythm of the dance for a moment. They continued over my stomach, tracing patterns there. “The men here want to lynch me for touching you in front of them. For showing off what they knew when they elbistan escort first saw us together.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, not really caring what he was talking about, as long as he continued to touch me.

“You’re mine,” he said fiercely.

I stopped cold. “I’m yours?” I demanded. His lips sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth, flicking it for a moment before moving down my neck. One hand slid until he could wrap his fingers around my thigh, physically guiding me back into the rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he said, and began walking us both into a dark, sheltered, secluded corner. His hands slid from my shoulders to my hands, guiding them up to the wall, pressing them against the sweating plaster. One of his hands stayed there, both my wrists locked in his grip.

His free hand traced its way down my body, sliding over my breasts, squeezing one gently when he passed. “You have very sensitive nipples, don’t you?” he murmured in my ear, feeling the hard peak pressing into his palm. Then his wonderful fingers continued down my thighs to the hem of my skirt. He slid under the hem. “What are these lacy little things?” he asked in my ear, sounding highly amused. Without my answering, he quickly removed them, ordering me to kick my favorite pair of cheeky panties against the wall.

“I like those boots,” he told me. “The heels make you the perfect height, actually,” he added, and ground his hips against me, at the perfect level for penetration.

“Michael,” I pant, and press my hips back against him. His fingers moved inside me, making me cry out wordlessly as I grew wetter with his ministrations. In one corner of my mind, I thought idly that my hands were almost numb, but the rest of me didn’t care.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone from me, and I nearly whimpered at the loss of sensation. Then I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance and I pressed back against him, trying to get him inside me. He plunged hard into erciş escort me, and I wanted to scream in pleasure, biting my lip and letting me forehead rest against the wall. My eyes were closed tight as he began to move inside me, and I felt his mouth latch onto my shoulder just below and to the right of my neck.

His shaft is so hard inside me, sawing in and out, friction against those sensitive nerves, occasionally hitting that one spot, that perfect spot. I don’t even notice that I can’t move my arms. I’m lost in the pleasure as he continues to fuck me. One of his hands moves down my front to my clit, and begins to pull on it, sliding off it with the amount of moisture I’m generating.

Finally, I feel myself coming, feel the white-hot rush break over me, until I can’t see, hear, or smell anything. I can only feel: his shaft inside me, my muscles clenching around him. I can almost feel every oversensitized inch of exposed skin, the scrape of the wall against my fingers, the shifting air as it blows against my face. The pleasure of it all.

His teeth scrape my shoulder as he comes, his mouth detaching from my skin for a moment. I’m sure I’ll have another hickey, and I know I’ll have to be creative with my wardrobe again to hide it. But I’m just feeling too good to care, really.

My sweat molds me to the wall as he presses against me, breathing hard in my ear. “Hmm,” he said, humming directly into my skin. His hands worked, pulling my skirt back down and my blouse back up. “Remember,” he said, his voice low, harsh. “You’re mine.”

By the time I get enough energy to turn around he’s gone, and when I emerge back into the club, he’s nowhere to be seen. I shudder slightly to see the other men leering at me from the shadows, but mostly I feel aroused that I actually had sex in public. And hadn’t gotten caught. I was sick.

And it was all his fault.

And who the hell did he think he was, anyway? I’m his? In his dreams! I flounce over to retrieve my coat, and my indignation gets me all the way home and into bed before I’m overcome by exhaustion.

The next time he called, even his numbers flashing on the display sent a shiver through me. I was playing right into his hands, but I couldn’t stop myself from listening attentively to his instructions.

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The following involves marital infidelity. If such storylines offend you, then please skip reading and move on to some other story.

She had never intended to be an unfaithful wife, Kathy Franklin thought to herself as she backed her car out of the dark driveway and began the drive home. The notion had barely crossed her mind during the eleven years that she and Kevin had been married. She had always thought they had one of those perfect marriages. But things changed, everything changed, when she had found the Polaroids.

It’s not that she didn’t like sex. Far from it. She’d discovered her clitoris at the age of eight, was masturbating daily at 12, and by 15 was allowing almost every boyfriend-of-the-month to unsnap her bra and clumsily paw her breasts. She’d lost her virginity at 17 in the back seat of her boyfriend’s mother’s red Camaro to the third boy she’d let touch her below the waist, who not coincidentally was the first boy whose fingers were talented enough, or lucky enough, to duplicate the effectiveness of her own.

Once she’d discovered the usefulness of an erect penis, she proceeded in a more or less determined way to discover what the opposite sex had to offer. She had worked her way through a steady progression of boyfriends, some relationships lasting longer than others. If variety was a virtue, then Kathy was blessed. Big, small, and inbetween. Men who were willing to go down on her, others who weren’t. Men who prefered her mouth to her pussy. And, for the most part, men who didn’t.

She’d fucked in cars, fucked in a boyfriend’s house, fucked in her own house when parents and sisters were gone, fucked at parties in out-of-the-way bedrooms. In the beginning, when the boys were inexperienced and altogether too quick on the trigger, she’d slip a familiar hand down to strum her clit and try to sprint to orgasm, shoulder to shoulder with the hyperventilating, sweaty and altogether self-absorbed body above her. But as time went on, the boys turned into men, the rushed and frantic couplings relaxed into unhurried hours, and Kathy had relied more on her lovers’ skills and less on her own fingers to find satisfaction.

And now, on this drizzly evening, Kathy slowed at a stoplight and looked at her own tired eyes in the rear view mirror. With a sigh, she rechecked her hastily applied lipstick and wondered why she didn’t feel more guilty. When she had met Kevin Franklin, she was 21, in her last year at the University, and was ready to settle down to just one man. If she had bothered to count — and Kathy wasn’t the type to really keep count — she had been with more than two dozen boys and men since the Camaro. Kevin had been close to her concept of an ideal husband. He was handsome. He was in pre-med. He was kind to her, gracious to her friends, adored by her dörtyol escort mother and even welcomed by her father. And he was, to put it mildly, a great screw.

The day they married, Kathy swore to Kevin and to herself that marriage meant monogamy. She had thrown herself at marriage with the same enthusiasm that she had thrown at her previous freewheeling lifestyle. Kevin labored his way through medical school at the University up north, then even more intensely during his internship and residency in Houston, where Kathy discovered she had a talent for selling real estate.

Their first son came along as Kevin finished med school, their daughter appeared two years later in Texas, and finally, when they had relocated to California and to Kevin’s new practice in Santa Barbara, their second son and third child was born. Throughout it all, through the lean times when they borrowed money from both sets of parents, through the pregnancies, each more difficult than the prior, through the early years juggling babies and classes and clients and patients, Kathy remained convinced she had made the right decision. She and Kevin were soulmates. Bonded for life. Committed. Monogamous.

Which made it all the more startling to her when she had found the Polaroids. It’s not that she was snooping. Kathy had just been taking a few days away from the real estate office to catch up on some Spring cleaning. It was a simple enough thing, going into the big walk-in closet and working her way through the stacks and drawers. There, behind a large, wadded up mass of his sweaters buried at the back of a shelf, she discovered those four squares staring back at her. They were face down, their black backsides taunting her to pick them up and turn them over.

The first picture almost made her faint. Her heart had drummed an erratic tattoo in her chest as she stared at the image of a hairy vulva, gaping open in blatant crimson arousal. It was a fuzzy shot, poorly focused, but it was clear enough to see black pubic hair that was not hers.

Her shaking hands flipped to the second picture. This one was taken from further away. It showed a woman on her back, legs apart, her fingers spreading her labia for the camera. And for the cameraman. Who was this woman? And why did Kevin have these pictures of her? Kathy felt the blood rushing from her head, and she steadied herself with her free hand. There had to be some simple explanation.

The third picture made Kathy’s mouth go dry. It was a downward looking shot of a penis — an erect penis — inserted halfway into this very same pussy. It was, to Kathy’s practiced eye and to her private horror, a most familiar penis. Kevin. It was Kevin fucking this stranger. Only she probably wasn’t a stranger to Kevin, Kathy had thought to herself.

The düziçi escort fourth picture was similar to the first one, with that same blackhaired bush and wide-open pussy staring back at her. But this one, Kathy remembered as her fingers choked the life out of the steering wheel, was clearly the last in the chronological sequence. In this picture the labia were yawning even wider at the bottom, no doubt having just recently released their grasp of Kevin’s cock. They were glistening. And they were oozing a dribble of white that threaded down toward an equally blackhaired, brown-ringed and puckered anus. Kevin’s semen. What Kathy had always thought of as her semen. Having come from what she had always thought of as her penis.

Kathy made the last turn and saw the lights of her house at the end of the cul-de-sac. She felt her ears redden at the memory of those photographs. Her stomach tightened as it had so many times the previous few months. She remembered the initial confrontation that first night when Kevin had gotten home from the office. She remembered his confession of the 18-month affair. Eighteen months! He’d told her it was some pharmaceutical sales rep, just a “meaningless” and “physical” relationship. Kathy shook her head in silence as her car rolled into the driveway. She turned off the headlights and the ignition and just sat there for a moment.

She had told her friends about it, of course, probably more than they really wanted to know. She had cried on their shoulders, listened to their advice. Some counseled divorce, others suggested she simply accept Kevin’s apology and put the matter behind her. Neither choice would have been easy, she thought. It was a gut wrenching few months for both of them, a time of bitterness, of stretches of silence punctuated by screaming arguments.

No, Kathy had finally decided, she wasn’t going to let an unfaithful husband and some Other Woman turn her life upside down and put her into a rundown house with her three kids and a monthly support check. Kathy unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She turned off the porchlight, gave a brief glance around to check on the state of the darkened living room, then slowly ascended the stairs to their bedroom. No, and she wasn’t going to simply forget about the betrayal. If Kevin wanted to play by a different set of rules, then she was going to play by those same rules.

Kathy brushed her teeth and changed into her nightgown. She gave one last look at herself in the mirror. The years and the three kids showed. But she still had her pride. She knew she was still desirable. Kathy turned out the bathroom light and joined her husband in bed, feeling his half-asleep body rouse in her presence. He was naked, as usual, and her gentle touch urged him to hardness while edremit escort her lips pressed into that sensitive area below his jaw that she knew so well.

And as Kevin rolled on top of her, pulling her nightgown up around her neck, Kathy spread her legs for the second man in as many hours and silently allowed her husband to discover the silky arousal between her still-thickened labia. She urged his probing cockhead inward, wrapping her legs around his thighs and spurring him on with whispers and gentle nibbles and practiced hips. Kathy remembered how her new lover had first entered her with his stubbier, wondrously thicker cock, and how he had gracefully fucked her with smooth, unhurried strokes. She remembered how he had quelled her anxieties about her body, about the softness that came from three children and thirty-eight years. Anxieties about a husband who’d spent eighteen months fucking a woman who was ten years Kathy’s junior.

Kevin, heavy and hurried, lay on top of her and worked his erection into that other man’s copious seed, thrusting his proud and oblivious flesh into the lubrication of a stranger’s semen mixed with his wife’s own excitement. He stabbed at her, soon almost frantic in his movements. Their lovemaking had been erratic since The Discovery. He had learned not to question any willingness for sex that Kathy might show him.

Her mind drifted. Kathy remembered how earlier she had clutched her knees alongside her jostling breasts and offered her body to the man perched above her on straightened arms, his heavy-lidded eyes boring into hers as deeply as his steel-hard cock was plunging into her body, its upward curve grazing maddeningly across just the right spot. His bedroom had filled with the liquid sounds and smells of sex, the bed rhythmically creaking beneath them, the old wooden headboard thumping against the wall, her hips moving from side to side to better feel his hardness driving her half crazy with lust.

And when her husband now climaxed, groaning in her ear and twitching inside her creamy grasp, Kathy felt the familiar spreading warmth and remembered how her lover had climaxed, breathless and incoherent, mere seconds after her own had rippled through her own body. In mute tribute Kathy lifted her hips and rubbed against her husband and granted herself one final, small orgasm, holding her breath as her vagina pulsed weakly around the base of his cock.

She clung to her husband much like she had recently clung to that other man in that other bed, that playful man with the hairy back and strong arms and beard coated with her juices, that man whose whole body had shuddered with pleasure when he spurted his warm white offering high up inside her, groaning at each long, delicious ejaculation. He had emptied so much of himself into her that she had felt it oozing out ever since, leaving him with sticky sheets and her with damp panties on her drive home.

And now, as her husband slipped his softening erection from her tender clutches, Kathy thought again of that fourth Polaroid, and this time she allowed herself just the glimmer of a smile.

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Meeting

Leon went to the door, his legs feeling wobbly, and his belly uncontrollably on fire, his brain a whirl of crazy thoughts. He kept telling himself to stop being so ridiculous, telling his cock to calm down, no way a beautiful young woman like this was going to let him touch her. But there was always what she had done, why on earth had she done that. He reminded himself to just accept things, especially the good ones, to stop being so analytical. He opened the door.

“Hello,” a truly beautiful voice said, “I’m Allison.” Up close she was stunning. Lightish blonde hair, green eyes, oval face with a slightly wide forehead, so, so beautiful, just the slightest scent of newly applied deodorant.

“Hi, I’m Leon,” he replied, trying to control his voice. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, not sure if he should ask her in, or just give her the cigarette. But he didn’t have them there, he would have to ask her in, he was glad of that. “Please, come in.” And he stood aside, watched her as she walked past, hoped she didn’t notice his eyes glance to her top, the material tight over pointy nipples, the jeans also tight across a beautiful little arse. No bra, his mind registered.

“Thank you,” she said, and brushed past him, liking that he had looked at her breasts, at her bum. He seemed to her to be about forty, slim, nice eyes, brown hair. She looked quickly around the open plan apartment as he led her into the living room, it was large, and the furniture hinted at someone well off , with quiet good taste.

“I hope you don’t mind this,” she said, “it’s just I ran out last night, and I was too tired to go and get some more.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he said, how the fuck could I mind he thought, after what you have already done for me. He was grateful that at least his cock had had the good manners to relax, the robe he had on could only conceal so much. He gestured to a couch, and once she’d sat down he offered her a cigarette, lit it, lit one for himself, went and sat in an armchair opposite her. He hoped she had not noticed the trembling of his fingers.

“This is a really nice apartment,” Allison demre escort said, looking around and admiring the furnishings. “I’m gonna go get my furniture today.” She liked that he was glimpsing down now and then to the crotch of her jeans, that was why she was sitting that way, with one leg up on the couch, she hoped he didn’t mind his having her bare foot on it.

“It’s not going to be delivered?” he asked, she was sitting very seductively he thought, with her legs apart like that, surely not, he wondered, is she offering something, no, couldn’t be. There is something just so sexy, though, he thought, about a beautiful woman in jeans like that, the crotch of them, the promise the denim held, hidden.

“Oh no,” Allison laughed, “I gotta go buy it, I’m really looking forward to it…can finally buy stuff of my own…that I like…”and the way she stressed the last few words hinted that in some way the business of having things she liked was a bit of an issue with her.

“Oh ok,” was all Leon could think to say. Into his mind crept the matter of money, this was an expensive apartment block, and now she was going out to buy furniture-a whole apartment’s worth. Where was the money coming from? Was she a prostitute? Was that what this was all about? Was he merely a potential client, who earlier had been given a preview of possible things to come? Suddenly he wasn’t sure about this anymore.

Allison was a sensitive girl, and she noticed the frown flash across Leon’s face. Shit, she thought, he might think I’m a whore or something. She decided it would be best to clear all that up straight away.

“My parents just got divorced. Part of the deal was that I was to be…um…provided for,” the way she said it showed her disapproval of the way her parents had treated her, just one more piece of property in the allocation of assets. “They set me up with a bank account, so much for somewhere to live…so much for uni fees…so much a week to live on…you know…I’m lucky I guess…in that regard anyway.” Her tone of voice made it clear that she was telling the truth, there was a sadness derince escort in it.

They talked for a while, she had another one of his cigarettes, he suggested good shops to go to for her furniture, Allison decided she liked him. He decided she was beautiful and nice and it would be totally ridiculous and humiliating to ask her out for lunch or even just coffee. If she hadn’t done what she had done before, he felt he could, but her strip had put an intimacy between them that would make it seem presumptuous of him to want more.

Allison put out the cigarette and stood up. She had made a decision, she had made it quickly now, before she could tell herself it was silly and no doubt slutty. “Anywayyyy,” and she dragged the word out as she stood up.

Leon felt his stomach fall, he struggled with the words to ask her could he help her with the furniture shopping in any way, he didn’t want her to leave.

Allison stood next to the lounge, and looked him in the eyes.

“Can you promise me something?” she asked, her hands on the hem of her pullover.

“Of course,” he said, assuming she would ask him never to say anything about what she had done earlier.

“Just never, ever ask why ok?” and before he had a chance to ask her what she meant, she lifted her pullover up over her head, held it there above her head, and smiled at him. Leon felt his cock jump, just a few feet from him she was half naked, her beautiful smallish breasts pointing out, slightly up, the lovely little pinky brown nipples erect, flat belly pulled taut by having her arms above her head, the slightest hint of overnight stubble in her armpits. She smiled at him, and lowered her arms.

“You like?” she giggled.

He struggled to find an answer that wasn’t inane or crude. “You are very beautiful Allison,” he said, his voice husky.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and dropped the pullover on to the coffee table, she could feel the little tingles racing through her lower belly, the way it always was when she was excited and frightened. She could also feel a wetness between her thighs, building. Turning didim escort to face Leon, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, one hand holding them up though. She was looking right into his eyes, and smiling softly.

Shit, was what raced through Leon’s mind. He gulped. She had stripped for him earlier, but from a distance. Now she was right in front of him, her belly button, the slight roundedness of her lower belly, the jeans were slightly open and he could see she had no undies on, his cock jumped again.

Now she started to step out of the jeans, bending and pushing them down to her knees, her breasts falling they were so beautiful and he knew he had to put his mouth around them he could see her mound clearly now, dark brown hairs obviously growing back from being shaved, her slit was so close to him, he could see its beginnings amongst the hairs, creasing away to between her thighs, now she lifted her left leg out of the jeans, he moaned audibly hoping she didn’t mind, she had to know what effect this was having on him, she smiled, he couldn’t take his eyes from her mound and that pretty crease, the lips closed, hiding their beautiful secrets.

Allison watched his eyes, heard the little moan that escaped from him, noticed the way the material of the robe over his cock moved every now and again, I have never felt so horny she thought, even that first time she had knelt on a bed, another girl’s cunt opening in front of her, not even that had been this sexy she thought.

She stepped completely out of the jeans and just stood there for a few seconds, totally naked, come on fantasy man this is fun isn’t it. Between her thighs the tension was building, she could feel her body preparing for him. She smiled at him again, then sat back on the couch. She sat upright, one foot on the floor, the other leg raised so that her knee rested on the couch, she wondered if her slit opened, wanted to look down and see.

He looked at her, the way she was sitting, looking for a little suggestion of her clit, her legs open like that, and she was smiling at him. Her breasts straight out at him, the mystery of the look on her face, shit, he thought again, she wants to fuck me, the little smile, the look in her eyes.

This is cool she thought, a total reversal of how it normally went with a guy. She patted the couch next to her knee.

“Why’nt you come sit here Leon,” such a soft, kind, beautiful voice.

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Your hand goes under my side and you hold me at my hips as you roll onto your back. I am forced to follow, as you have me strongly in your grip. Now I am sat straddling you. I can feel you deep within me…throbbing. You slide the shirt of my shoulders. It drops onto your legs behind me. You come up and undo my bra. Letting it drop to the floor. Finally you can feel my soft skin. Your tongue traces over my hard nipples. Gently biting and licking. You want me all naked. Want to be able to touch me everywhere, but I am not willing to let you go. Not wanting to leave that filling feeling.

“Tear it,” I say. You grab the hem of my skirt and rip it apart. Throwing it away once you have it apart. My panties go the same way. You lay back. Just looking at me. Not touching. Not moving. I can’t stand to be close to you and not feeling you on me. My body yearns for your touch. You know what I want without me saying it. Slowly you let your fingers trace up my legs. Along my sides. My body shudders at the gentleness of your touch. You cup my breasts. Let your thumbs trance the nipples. Slowly I start to move my hips. Moving only slightly. You can feel the movements cumra escort on your shaft, but I keep you in me fully.

You come up again and start gently biting me. Nibbling on my nipples. Sucking on them. I moan out. Push your head into me. Your hands grab my hips and start to control my movements. Moving me up higher. You slide out halfway. Then you slam up from beneath me. I suck my breath in hard as I feel the impact. I have to hold onto your shoulders. It takes all my willpower not to scream out. I don’t want to, fearing you will stop, thinking that you are hurting me. The pleasure is unbelievable.

One arm goes around me. Resting across my back. Hand on my hip. With the other you gently push me back, so I am leaning in your arm. You keep pushing up into me. Then you lean forward and start licking my neck again. I could go crazy. Your touch is so soft. I can’t take it much longer and as I want this to last, I push you back down on the bed. Take your hands and hold them on my hips.

Now I am the one moving. Slightly leaning over you, I start moving my ass up. You slide out of me and I go on till only dalaman escort the head remains in me. I tease with my hips. And then sit back again. Letting you slide back in. I can see how much you like it by the look on your face. I repeat the procedure. Only much slower. And again. My movements getting real slow. You let out a deep growl.

“Don’t tease!!!!” I smile. Slowly raising myself again. Tensing up on you. Holding your cock tightly in me.

“I swear that you will regret this!!!“ you manage to mumble. I can’t help it, but I am enjoying this. Only using my muscles I have you sweating. I loosen up a bit and sit up in a fast move. You slam deep into me. Both of us moan out. You try to reach for me, but I grab your hands and tuck them under my knees. I know exactly that you could throw me off with no problem, but I also know that as long as I have you tightly in me that you are not willing to do that. I start moving forward and backward. Letting you slide in and out of me. My moves getting faster.

I can feel you rubbing in me. It feels so fantastic that I never want it to end. Even if I wanted to, I datça escort couldn’t slow down or stop. My body has taken over my mind. The animals in us start rising again. I start moving faster. My head drops back and my back arches. My breasts push forward and you free your hands to touch me. Cupping them. Massaging them. I push more into your hands. My hands are resting on your chest to steady me. You move one hand across my tummy. Down till the thumb rests on my clit.

I moan in pleasure and feel the fire burning hotter between my legs. I want you so much. Want you like this always. Your thumb rubs in little circles around my clit. Giving me an extra bit of pleasure. My breath starts coming in short pushes. You push up hard from beneath me. Slamming deep in me. I claw into your chest. Your movements get so hard and fast that you have to hold my hips to keep me steady. I can hear you growling. Can feel you expanding in me. I tighten my muscles and lock you deep embedded in me. Your hands tighten on my hips as I feel your hot cum shoot up in me and then I let go of my own pleasure. Exploding. My juices mixing with yours.

Slowly the orgasm ebbs away. Both of us breathing heavily. You let go of my hips and I lie down on your chest. Your hand goes along my spine. I close my eyes and relax. The jetlag and the last hours have me totally exhausted. I start drifting of into a sleep. My last thought being. “My God…he is still hard“…

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Copyright Neonurotic

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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TODAY

[Thursday, 11:18pm]

The elevator door slid open with a whoosh onto the sixth-level parking garage, a soulless cavern due to the lack of working lights. It was past 11 pm and few vehicles remained in their assigned stalls. Slight trepidation coursed through Jaina Grayson’s veins, as the garage could be a dangerous place late at night. She flicked the remote on her key chain, which made a little red light flash, as did a black BMW Z4 Roadster chirp twice in response, disabling the alarm. She walked across the parking area to her car, heels clicking on the concrete. The sharp sound echoed throughout the garage, amplifying the fact that there wasn’t another person around.

Calming herself, she thought about her posh little sports car, a 6-speed she gifted herself with when she made chief resident at Health Valley Medical Center. The sleek machine empowered her, though it also drained her, almost poor because of it. Once she reached her car, she set her briefcase down to stroke the side of it.

“Mmm, so beautiful.” She slipped the key into the lock.

Out of shadows, someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her towards the rear of her car, out of view of passerby’s. She screamed, but he cut it off short with a hand clamped on her mouth and she kicked her briefcase over with a loud clatter in her struggle to get away from her attacker. Her heart pounded in her chest as notes of bergamot, fern, and patchouli invaded her nose, along with an aroused male scent.

Crude, strong hands moved over her expensive suit, tearing off her jacket, and tossing it aside on the ground into a pool of oil. The black soaked through the caramel colored garment in an instant. Anger flashed through her brain, but the feeling cut short when she felt him jab his vulgar intent between her thighs. She stiffened, uncooperative as he lifted her off the ground, groaning his desire into her ear. He pressed his hard body against her, melding them together, along with his harder erection wedged into her vee.

“Please,” she begged, “let me go.”

“I will, eventually,” he growled at the nape of her neck. “But not before I fuck that sweet slit of yours,” Setting her on the ground, he jammed his hand down the front of her skirt and untucked her blouse.

One hand went under to the front clasp of her brassiere where he unlatched it with ease and let her heavy bosom spring free. He grasped one, squeezed, and massaged it, before he surprised her with a sharp nipple pinch. “Don’t you scream or I’ll hurt you. Don’t fight me or I’ll hurt you. Don’t try to get away or I’ll hurt you.” He warned her, setting a knife on the trunk of her car-the glint of light off the blade served as a warning that she should obey. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered and trembled. “I won’t scream,” she craned to the side, wanting to get a glimpse of him.

Catching her before she did, he grabbed her chin, nipped her neck, and shoved her forward again. “Now sweet thing, that’s a mistake, you really don’t want to see,” he whispered, trying to seduce her as his other hand slipped under her blouse and caught the top button. He ripped open her top and mashed her breasts together, and pinched both nipples at the same time. “Faceless is safer for the both of us.”

“Ohh-ow,” she gave weak protest. “You are hurting me.”

Ignoring her plea, he pushed her down onto the car, and jerked up her skirt, exposing her ass to the air. God! Why did she wear thong panties? He picked up the knife and she felt the cold metal blade where the thin strip of material of her panties joined the waist band. Fear slammed into her brain as he slit her thong, but he did not cut anything else because he set the knife aside again. He slapped her ass as he unzipped and kicked her legs apart.

“Wait!”

The rapist slammed her against the trunk of the car with one hand on the back of her head. “Is this what you want?” He asked hard and cold. “My cock is going to turn you inside out, bitch, and you’ll love it.”

“Please,” she shook her head side-to-side, “Uhhh.” Moaning, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do.

Adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream and she shivered, anticipating his next moves. He slid the head of his cock along her vulnerable slit, spat and lubed himself up with his spittle. Forgetting his instruction, she jerked her hips away, but he pulled her back into position. Breathing hard, she waited. Waiting, waiting, and then he did. He thrust in and filled her as he looped an arm around her midriff to get a good hold.

“My god!” She cried in surprise as he drew out enough that tip of his penis rested at her entrance and slammed in, lifting her off her feet. She grunted, felt dirty, and defenseless. He stroked hard, fast, and brutal. “Oh! That hurts,” she moaned because of çerkez escort how big he was-too big. My god, he’ll split me in two.

# # # #

“Two drinks… buzz,” Jaina licked the sweet anise flavored liqueur off her bottom lip and half-grinned. “I’m buzzing hard.”

Three shots of Sambuca in a short amount of time had her drunk and mellow. She swept the room with slow-eyed regard, feeling more at ease then when she first entered the swinger’s club, but not intoxicated enough to fuck a stranger on a stage in front of an audience full of strangers. Her friends, Elise and Shelly might have given bad advice, telling her that getting back into the dating game was what she needed. They had said that nasty and nameless sex was the best for her to get over her cheating, low life, waste of sperm, ex-husband.

Oh, she agreed that she needed to do it too, but an upscale, secret hardcore sex club for the rich and connected wasn’t where she should begin because in reality, a wallflower best described her, always hiding in the background. The truth hurt, although she knew she needed. The introverts tended to get their heads stepped on by the extroverts who got on top and waved their arms for attention.

Leaving the main room, she wandered about and grabbed a glass of chardonnay off a silver tray a waitress offered to her. Her friends had already found partners for the night and engaging in a hundred and one hedonistic acts elsewhere. They were comfortable doing that because they had come to the club several times before without her.

“Be fearless,” Shelly had given words of encouragement, but naughty Elise with her slick city attitude had said, “get fucked like you never have and forget the bum already!” Both were right, she knew that, so perhaps if she loosened up a bit maybe the swinger’s club wasn’t such a wrong place to liberate.

With her little inner pep talk, and the liquid courage from both the Sambuca and the wine, she took note of the club for the first time. The club itself wasn’t really a club, but an impressive Italian mansion named Villa A Pacifico.

The outside grounds of the villa had strategic floodlights to show it off at night, but the inside revealed a complete opposite, with unlit rooms to set the mood of the evening. The mansion had immense archways that led to tremendous rooms, with glowing candles on tall wrought iron stands for enough light to walk without stumbling. Jaina likened to see the place during the day because if the size of the mansion indicated of how grand it was then the decor would steal her breath away.

Regular patrons of the club stayed on the first floor, but the VIP’s could play on the upper levels of the mansion. As she passed the barricaded staircase, the guard, an imposing man dressed in black, nodded at her, though, she felt his eyes burn holes into her ass as she walked by to an archway made of marble. The room contained group sex for women only and the same for the room next to it, but for men. All of the rooms had some flavor of sex taking place; however, nothing that she delighted to engage in so she went back to the main area. It was gloomy here, except for a round stage in the center of the room, with a spotlight on a couple engaging in nasty exhibitionism.

Jaina leaned against the doorway, half in and out of the room, sipping the last of her drink and watched the show on stage. The room reeked of cigar smoke, liquor, and come. She couldn’t see them, but she knew the shadows held voyeurs either masturbating or having sex with other voyeurs because the seductive techno-style music didn’t disguise the moans and groans-it only enhanced it as they voiced their passion in beat with the music.

It all turned her on-the sight on the stage, the smell of spent erotica, and listening to others having sex made her clit throb and ache as she watched. Maybe voyeurism had its hold on her too because the two blondes who looked like twins made her horny. This was even more so with the mood and their exquisite shapes engaging in erotic poses on black satin sheets while under a black light. Their bodies glowed in all that darkness, putting them on display for the hungry-eyed patrons. One lay on her back with her long legs spread wide and draped over the other’s shoulders. The girl between her partner’s thighs had her face planted deep in the other’s center.

Jaina was straight, but turned on by the sapphic love. She didn’t hear anyone complaining about the two women ravishing each other. Not her either, the scene had her pussy throbbing for sex.

Now bothered, she squeezed her thighs together. She repeated this secret masturbatory technique while drinking the rest of her wine. With vivid detail, she imagined that she lapped at the blonde’s pussy as she licked the edge of her glass; she tasted Chablis, but fancied a musky flavor instead.

“Come on over to my table, and I can take care of that for you,” croaked a hideous Neanderthal who breathed whiskey vapors into her face. “I have a couple of fat fingers that’ll frig your cunt until its spitting cream.”

In the lighter ceyhan escort side of the archway, he wagged the fingers he suggested using on her. They were knobby, hairy and sported two chunky diamond rings. “Eh, baby, I’ll take you for a ride of your life.”

Repulsed and shocked, she stuttered, “Uh-huh, I don-“

To the left of her, a strong, nice looking, masculine hand shot out from the shadows, took her hand, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “She’s with me,” said a smooth timbered voice, much to her relief. “So move along and harass someone else with your cretin-like pick up lines.”

“Huh?” Neanderthal stupidly asked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

At last, she regained composure, “It means to piss off, dumb ass.” She gave a wry smile as she slid into the booth with her rescuer. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, striking a match, which illuminated his face for a moment before he lit what he was smoking. Clove and vanilla sweetened the fetid air of the club. “Some try too hard. They act aggressive like he did,” he explained, with the cherry ember growing bright with a draw on his exotic cigarette, “while others, such as you, are timid.”

“Timid? I’m far from that,” she scoffed, feigning bravado. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“Oh, by your own choosing, eh?” He chuckled. “I rather doubt it.”

Who is he to question my self-confidence? She thought in annoyance, wishing she had gotten a clearer view of him instead of the quick look in low light when he lit a match. Although what she had appeared attractive-his firm jaw line, and ample lips that teased with a certain rakishness.

“No, it wasn’t my idea to come here, but I can ‘own it’ if I so choose.”

The stranger took her hand again. “Are you choosing?”

With her heart flitting around inside her chest like a caged bird, she slid closer to him. “I am,” she said, wanting his seduction, as he appealed more to her then any other and she wasn’t leaving Villa A Pacifico without getting fucked, as she’d never had before.

Already knowing she had chosen to have sex with him, she asked, “What have I chosen?” The question still titillated her upon asking.

“To be free,” he replied.

“Confident words from a stranger to a stranger.”

“Colin.” He pulled her to him so that they both sat in the middle of the overstuffed U-shaped bench with her back to him and between his thighs. “Now, I’m not a stranger.”

“Jaina,” she relaxed and leaned back. “Now I’m not a stranger either,” she said, knowing that they really were, but not caring.

It seemed as if his hands were everywhere, though they weren’t, he stroked her cheek with such a slow sensuousness that it made her nerve endings flood her body with a swell of feel-good dopamine. It was the same with his caress over her breasts, belly and finally, at her mound. He pressed a hand there on the silky, knit-covered pubic bone, she pushed up, wanting him to touch her deeper, but he did not. His other hand squeezed a breast and flicked a nipple to a point.

“Tell me your fantasies. The one scene you play over and over in your head when you masturbate or are with a lover,” Colin asked, slipping the hand at her breast under her clingy midi-top. “The one that gets you off faster with then without.”

Share her fantasies with him? Could she? Jaina wondered.

With a little luck, he unfastened the front closure of her bra and resumed his petting on her bare skin. His hand felt worn, as if he worked outdoors with them or washed them often throughout the day. She liked the feel of them on her sensitive flesh.

Kissing her neck, he breathed a hot wave as he whispered, “Tell me.”

Jaina moaned; the pressure at her clit was unbearable. “I imagine that I’m alone at night… sleeping and I’m wakened by the sound of a broken window. I don’t investigate because I’m afraid.” She felt him grow hard against her back and knew her fantasy turned him on. “A man climbs through the window into my bedroom.” Her talk caused his nipple flicking to become rough and she wondered if revealing more would send his other hand beneath her skirt. She was ready for him, wearing a skinny g-string bikini-easy access for whatever he had in mind. “The man isn’t there to rob, but there to rape me, he’d been watching me for months and he is lust crazy.”

“I can see why.” He groaned as he wedged his erection against her while his other hand slipped up her mini-skirt. “You’re making me insane.” He stroked her freshly waxed pussy lips. “So he’s in your bedroom,” he prompted her to go on.

“He jumps on me and puts his hand over my mouth tells me not to scream.”

“Don’t scream, bitch.” His fingers found her wet clit where he strummed it as he did her nipple at the same time. “You’re going to like this.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly.” The slow throbbing between her legs turned hot and spread to the pit of her stomach. “I sleep in the buff so he jerks my legs apart, unzips, rubs his erect penis until he’s slick and pushes into me.” As she said the last part, Colin’s fingers entered her then slipped out and ceylan escort back. He fingered her slow and deliberate while he twisted her aching nipple. Orgasm was close to ‘no return’ and she moved with him to get to the edge. “Oh, that feels good.”

Sensing she was close, he backed off. “Continue.”

“He-he finds out I-I’m already wet.”

“You want it?” Colin asked, continuing his tease. “Don’t come. If you do I’ll quit.” He stroked harder. “So he rapes you, but you like it?”

“G-god yes!” She hissed through clenched teeth, putting the breaks on her climax. “No, I love it.”

Flexing against her, he asked, “do you come with him?”

“Yesss…like I want to now.” My, oh my, she thought, feeling his hard-on press into her back again, he’s really big. “Let’s forget my fantasy, I want you instead.”

Jaina turned to face him and they kissed with fervor, tongues moving in sync. As turned on and mindless as she was, she still took note that he kissed well, which indicated that he he’d give good head. Her ex-husband was a lousy kisser.

“I want to see your face.” She unbuckled and unzipped him.

“No,” Colin said. “You have your fantasy and I have mine.”

“Which is?”

“I like to fuck strangers.”

“We’ve already established we weren’t strangers,” she teased, stroking his long cock. He was what she thought-big and hard. “Real nice.”

“Thank you.” He laughed. “Now why don’t you slide on an-“

Interrupting his chatter with a kiss, she did what he suggested and drew him into her sopping sex. “Ah.” They groaned in unison.

Jaina felt Colin wiggle to force her to move down faster, but she backed off because she wanted to savor the slow erotic feel of him filling her up inch by inch. He was a tight squeeze once she had him to the hilt then she rose up suddenly and right back down, slamming her cheeks onto his thighs.

Damn, doesn’t he feel good? Elise was right; this was what she needed. She rode him with pleasure, bending back to sink his cock deeper, he supported her waist and he groaned as she bowed him. Very close to orgasm now; she ground her hips side to side. He joined in with movements that started slow with her grind.

Enjoying the result of their combined effort, she let him take the lead. He teased her by bucking with deliberate, shallow strokes that penetrated two inches inside, but with her on top and leaning as she was, meant that the head of his cock rubbed sensual bliss right on her G-spot.

The orgasm put off, rolled upon her.

“Oh-mi-god!” She called, surprised and shuddering as she came. “Mmm, yes.”

Pushing up her skirt higher, he leaned her all the way back, and laid between her thighs so he could thrust hard and fast. “We’re going to get together again.” He slammed his demand through ragged breaths.

“Yes!” Another orgasm or the same one, she wasn’t so sure, erupted as he continued to ravage her pussy with his thick cock. ” Ooh, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted.

Faster, his slim hips pumped then he stopped, went rigid, and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

# # # #

Come splattered on the curve of her pretty lily white ass. He grinned, and watched his load slip and drip in long strings onto the ground. His call of passion still echoed throughout the empty garage when he climaxed. Colin pulled up his trousers and swiped the remaining spunk off and stepped forward, reached around, and offered it to her. Not hesitating for even a second, she licked his finger clean.

“Mmm,” She laughed, low and sexy as she tried to look at him again. “Just what the doctor ordered.”

“Jaina.” He chuckled, biting the back of her neck. “Stop.” He leaned over to pick up her oil stained jacket and tossed it on the trunk of the car. Caressing her luscious ass one last time, he straightened her skirt and pulled her ripped blouse together. “Sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new suit.”

“If you do, make it black instead.” She poked her round backside into his groin, trying to tease him awake again.

Colin glanced at his watch and saw that he was very late for his shift. “I’ve got to go, and so do you. You’ll need your sleep,” he swiped the nape of her neck with long lick and blew, making her shiver. “Leave your bedroom window open before you go to bed.” He walked away, left her at her car, and stepped into the shadows.

For a moment, he watched her looking for him, but he knew she wouldn’t find him. She gave up, jumped into her car, and sped off. Once her car disappeared, he headed to the elevator she had left earlier for their tryst. The elevator door slid open and closed after he stepped in. He pushed the button for his floor where his medical lab was, which was on the same floor as the emergency room. Colin knew Jaina, but she didn’t know him.

TONIGHT

[Thursday, 11:48pm]

The hospital elevator came to a stop on the first floor and opened up in the foyer across from the emergency room where all the patients sat, expecting to see a physician. It was a typical night when the moon was full because the waiting area was still a madhouse from last evening. Some were pacing the floor while others groaned in pain as they sat on the hard plastic seats. Health Valley was too cheap to spring for comfortable seats for their patients. They seemed to prefer money spent on the never-ending construction with yet another corridor, room, or office to build.

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