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Michelle loved and hated these business trips. Sure, it was nice to get away from the sun baked blazing heat of Arizona, especially if those trips took her to somewhere cooler, but she didn’t like to be away from home for long, either. She loved her own bed, her own things…even if hanging out with colleagues and having a few drinks after the endless meetings was enjoyable, too.

The bonus this time was that the weekend conference was situated at an older hotel downtown, not some sterile chain place with no soul or substance. Thank goodness for that! Lawyers usually didn’t shy away from spending money if it was for something nice…

After her plane landed and the taxi dropped her off an hour before check in, she grabbed her bags and decided to see if anyone else arrived. She headed over to the cozy hotel bar. She didn’t see anyone she recognized, and ordered a glass of wine. The bar was sparsely populated yet, as it was only a quarter past three yet. The bar had several tables scattered throughout and a big picture window that overlooked a quaint courtyard resplendent with blooming greenery. She smiled and sat down to sip her drink, sighing.

Suddenly she felt it. An almost electric sizzle in the air, as if charged and she sucked in a breath. The air around her felt heavy, but not unpleasantly so…at least not yet. Her nipples tightened, hardened, even if the interior of the bar wasn’t overly chilly. She bit her lip. God, her nipples ached.

Her sex flooded with wet warmth. She stifled a moan lest the few patrons sitting at the bar or nearby tables hear her.

“Enjoying the view, Miss?” came a voice from somewhere behind her. She turned her head, glad for the momentary distraction from her almost overwhelming sudden arousal. Not that she didn’t dislike it…maybe later tonight in her room she’d still feel this horny and lay down on the bed, spread her slender thighs and…

The older man tending bar smiled at her but she hasn’t heard the second thing he’d mentioned.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asked, her pretty face flushed. “Lovely view ans I’m a bit…tired from the long flight.”

The bartender nodded. “I understand. I was saying you’re sitting in our most famous table. It was his favorite spot to work when he stayed here. He used to tap away on his old typewriter, or write in his notebooks. His name was Christopher Collins, bestselling author that most no one ever heard of.”

Michelle smiled, sipped her wine. “Oh, really? Would I know of any of his books?”

He shook his head. “Unless you like Gothic potboilers, I doubt it. He only published a couple books and a story collection before he died. In fact, he died right in this very hotel. I would remember because I was the bartender here back then. About 30 years ago…”

They’d chatted for a while longer-his name was Howard- and he was both pleasant and charming in an older Uncle or Grandfather kind of way, and she appreciated that he never once stared at her or made any lewd comments. As she paid the tab and prepared to head back to the lobby to check in, a few new arrivals settled in the bar and while she didn’t recognize them, she knew the type. Young and energetic and cocky male lawyers. Dressed in designer jeans or khakis, slip on deck shoes and Polo style shirts. They appraised her with hungry stares, some overt and some not so. She ignored the pointed looks at her long legs and shapely ass.

Michelle sighed and left the bar. While they may be handsome and good looking, no doubt away from home and at a work conference among colleagues, she wasn’t here to “hook up,” whether they were single or not.

Besides, she preferred older men.

Before she left, Michelle asked Howard about the room that Christopher Collins always stayed in. She was understandably curious now and also wanted to look him up on Google on my phone once she was checked into my room.

Howard wiped off the bar top near with a spotless white hand towel. He nodded. “Same room as always, for years. 4th floor, corner room overlooking the courtyard. Room 407.” He paused, looking at me with his granite gray eyes.”They say his ghost still haunts the room but I don’t know if I believe all that.” He winked at me with a grin.

Grinning, she laughed and thanked him, and went to go get my room.

As she left the lobby for her room, the single suitcase and carryon bag being in her right hand and slung over her arm, she glanced at the key in her left hand. Room 407. The very same room that Collins had been known to stay in. Also, the same room he’d…

Strangely, Michelle wasn’t repulsed by the thought as would probably many others, but he passed decades ago, before she’d been born! And it wasn’t like the room contained remnants of his untimely passing either. escort başakşehir It was a hotel room. Plenty of people away from home and perhaps not in the best health died suddenly in hotels. It happened sometimes.

Equally strange was the growing sense of excitement, which she couldn’t explain fully but it was very much like what she’d experienced earlier downstairs in the bar…except stronger.

Much stronger, and by the time she reached the door marked 407, she was deliciously aroused. No, well yes, but horny like she hadn’t felt in years…if ever.

Setting down her bags, she unlocked the door and pushed open the door. Grabbing her luggage, she entered into the cool, dimly lit hotel room. It was small but spacious enough for one, with a nicely appointed bathroom to the left and queen sized bed. Nightstand to the right of the bed and tasteful oak dresser across from the bed with a large flatscreen TV perched atop. A courtesy phone rested on the nightstand. As soon as she placed her bags next to the small closet space across from the bathroom, she kicked off her heels and sat down on the end of the bed. The sense of arousal that invaded her, filled her moments ago, didn’t seem to be the same as out in the hall…

Suddenly her clit throbbed as if she’d teased it with wet fingertips. Her nipples ached, stiff like blunt bullet tips. She moaned and flopped back onto the comfortable bed. Her legs parted as her hands immediately wanted to slide inside her slacks, under her panties, to delve into her tender pink folds, already so hot and wet, aching…

And she almost did that. Why not just take off yours pants, silly girl? she told herself. And the panties too!

Not even questioning why this was happening at all, either here or downstairs in the lobby, because deep down inside she already knew. Part of her reminder herself about her Google phone research on the author who reportedly still haunted the hotel, but she had plenty of time for that…

…because I’m horny as fuck and can’t get my clothes off fast enough! Michelle added as she fumbled with blouse buttons and bra clasp, kicked off her pants and underwear.

With her clothes in a rumpled pile on the carpet at the foot of the bed, she lay on the bed completely and utterly nude. And more turned on than she ever recalled being. Her pale smooth skin gleamed. Chest heaved, breath gusting from her lips as she reached up to cup her small perky breasts in both hands, pinching and tugging on her already erect nipples. She moaned aloud and removed her right hand to snake down her flat belly and over her shaved pubic mound. Her fingers plied her drenched sex, running the tips over her swollen labia, up and down, wetting them before she slipped inside. Her back arched, ass pressing into the bed, hips wriggling a little. She maneuvered her fingers, first one…then two into her tight hot slippery pussy. Pumping. Faster and harder, her thumb brushing over her engorged clit. Her juices poured out of her and she cried out in sheer ecstasy. The insides of her upper thighs glistened with her viscous lubrication, the sweet musk of it filling her nostrils.

Oh fuck yes, oh god…she’d never felt this aroused, this hot…wet, and she knew she’d soon cum, such an intensely strong orgasm that it would border on mind blowing…

…and she had closed her half lidded lusty brown eyes, hair in a brown tousled wave framing her heart shaped face, but now amidst the inflamed sensory overload wracking her body…she felt it. Him. Touching her softly yet intently.

Hands still very much involved in her self pleasuring, mouth an O and cries emanating from her throat, Michelle opened her eyes. And she saw him. Felt him. Feathery light but a touch nonetheless on both her feet and red painted toes (to match her fingernails, of course). Both her hands ceased stimulating her nipples and pussy, but she kept her slender toned legs spread wide.

At first she wasn’t entirely sure what she was witnessing, heart thumping in her chest. The cool air around her suddenly felt heavy and thick, charged with electricity like it had been when she’d been in the bar, at the table by the window overlooking the cozy green courtyard. But it was even more so, much more electric and full of his masculine…presence. It nearly drove her mad with lust and desire.

And she noticed what she’d later think of as an outline of a figure crouched at the end of the bed, next to her feet. Wide eyed, she couldn’t really see anything solid and definitive, but if she squinted her eyes…a more detailed form took shape. Tall, broad shouldered, with longish hair and handsome face. He may have had glasses on. She wasn’t entirely sure. He might have also been istanbul escort bayanları smiling at her.

“Is that you…Christopher?” It seemed outrageous and silly to try and communicate with a ghost but then again, maybe not. She briefly thought of her abuela, her grandmother, who used to bake cookies and tell her ghost stories as as a little girl.

Suddenly the sense of him touching her feet intensified to an almost warm intimate squeezing and she felt him, not cold, but slightly cool glide up her lower legs. His barely distinguishable, near transparent form leaned over her legs. She groaned and resumed her deft carnal ministrations, fingers plying her turgid stiff, oh so achingly hard nipples, her throbbing, sloppy wet and swollen pussy…

…and as her eyes narrowed, biting her bottom lip as waves of near orgasmic bliss swept over her, shuddering and quivering, she saw more of him now. And he was naked, gloriously naked…and very very erect. Thick. Meaty. Veiny. Capped with the most luscious plum sized cockhead…

…and Michelle came, her tremendous orgasm rocketing out of her in a gush of juices, her hips and ass writhing as she fingered her slit, her clit, crying out his name over and over.

She lay there with her whole body sheathed in a light sheen of post orgasmic sweat, thighs spread, quivering from head to painted toes, fingers of one hand idly toying with her swollen labia (her clit still tingling and hard and too sensitive to touch again for the moment, because if she did she might not stop), the other grazing over her nipples. She had her eyes closed and exhaled through her lips to slow her racing heartbeat…then it hit her, slammed into her…

…she just masturbated to the biggest orgasm of her life while a male ghost of a semi-famous long deceased novelist touched her and masturbated between her legs!

Michelle sat up on her elbows, eyes looking to where he’d been, barely there and mostly just a translucent shape only inches away at one point. Watching her intently and lustfully, one hand brushing over her feet and legs, his ever so slightly light touch both cool and electric, while he stroked his massive ghost cock.

Can he…did he…? Cum? She almost giggled aloud. But even if she no longer could detect his “form,” such as it was…she didn’t want her laughter to upset or offend him. Basking in the afterglow of her tremendously satisfying cum, she could still feel his strong presence. And despite her huge O moments ago, she felt aroused and could probably touch herself again right now and…

“No, get a hold of yourself, girl,” she told herself and sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed. She leaned down and grabbed her hastily discarded clothes. As if in cue, her smartphone erupted with messages and notifications. Her colleagues had arrived and wanted to know if she’d already checked in. There would be a casual dinner and drinks thing soon, meeting, and discussion about the upcoming conference. Two days of legal lawyer talk, etc.

As she dressed, deciding not to waste time on a quick shower (wasn’t like she’d actually fucked another partner and didn’t smell sweaty), Michelle fixed her hair and makeup, picked up her phone and purse. She grabbed her roomkey, and cast one long look at the rumpled bed. She grinned.

Even though she mostly enjoyed rubbing elbows and talking shop with her fellow legal eagles, Michelle still felt him in here, and was even more so aroused. Her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed, moist and hot.

I’m so fucked, she thought as she left the room. And she couldn’t wait to get through the next few hours downstairs and get back up to her room. And strip off her clothes to finger herself to her horny, ghostly lover.

Riding elevator down to the lobby, and quickly typing text replies, she’d realized she never got to pull up info online about Christopher Collins. Before she reached the lobby, Michelle opened Google and typed the name and the word “author.” She saw a Wikipedia link and bookmarked it to read later.

Then the doors swooshed open with a ding, and she joined her colleagues for drinks and dinner. However, almost the entire time, her mind was on her near constant state of arousal and what awaited her upstairs. It was such delicious torture!

And of course she sensed his presence near her in the hotel’s bar and attached fine dining restaurant. To say it was nearly too much would be an understatement!

Hours later, she quickly made her way back up to Room 407. Even before she’d shut the door all the way, her fingers began to unbutton her blouse, yanking off her business suit coat. Her feet kicked off her heels. She dropped to the bed and wriggled put of her slacks. Then her bra and panties…

…and escort eyüp she was utterly soaked. Her hands cupped her small perky breasts and as she pinched her already erect nipples, she purred and groaned. Her hips writhed and thighs parted widely.

“Mmmmmm, fuck me please,” Michelle moaned in a voice that dripped with urgent need, hunger, desire for…him. “Christopher, oh God…fuck me. I’m yours!”

She’d left the lights on and for a moment her eyes noticed the wide mirror across the bed, above the low dresser with six drawers. She felt him in the room, warm and strong and very sexual. She squinted her eyes like before and focused…and could suddenly see him become more visible. Naked. She could see the outline of his hunky torso and broad shoulders, long fingers and strong thighs. His cock was already erect. His grin and intense gaze pinned her. Riveted her. Made her even wetter.

Hotter. For him. Her Ectoplasmic Lover.

She scooted to the edge of the bed and rolled over onto her hands and knees.

Ass in the air, thighs slightly apart, she rested her head on the comforter and turned her face to peer back at him. Her right hand slithered under her belly to ply at her hot, wet pussy. She arched her back.

“Fuck. Me. Take. Me.”

When his hands touched her, cool yet electic, causing a sizzle of goosebumps rippling over her flesh, she very nearly came. She could see even more of him now, and how this was possible, she didn’t know. Hell, the whole idea of this was both ridiculously impossible…but it was happening and she didn’t care. She wanted him so very much, so badly.

Michelle shuddered as his big hands and long fingers caressed and squeezed her ass and hips. She was literally dripping wet, and could hear the clear viscous droplets hitting the blanket beneath. She purred in sheer raw carnal lust. She watched with half lidded eyes as his body grew more real, more solid, if that was even real, or even correct since he was freaking dead, but she didn’t know or give it a moment’s more consideration. She wanted his big hard cock inside her…now.

Grinning down at her with eyes burning with his own desire and hunger for her body, he clenched her tight buttocks in his hands, spreading them and nudged his thick member against her cleft. His bulbous cockhead touched the slippery wet entrance to her sex and she cried out, nearly cumming. He’d pushed it back and forth over her clit, then thrust inside her, to the hilt. She gasped and pushed back against him, his cock filling her completely, every luscious throbbing hard inch. As he began to pump his hips fluidly, pistoning himself in and out, spreading her swollen labia wide to admit him, she gushed around his vein-threaded girth. She grabbed one handful of comforter in one hand to push back into his thrusts and reached back and under to rub her clit in tight circles…

…and she came again, quaking, her whole body vibrating under the sensations wracking her, and she cried out shrilly, maybe saying his name or maybe telling him how fucking good his cock felt, and he fervently increased his movements now, almost frenzied as his body smacked into her with meaty thuds, and she could hear him now, deep guttural moans of ecstasy and after she came yet again, he exploded inside her, erupting what she knew was long ropy streams of creamy hot cum…

Michelle woke up sometime later on the bed…or actually under the covers. The lights were out, but she didn’t remember doing either. Her bladder told her she needed to use the bathroom, so she got up. After she finished, she washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Back in bed, she smiled as she drifted off, satiated in a way she’d never felt before. She dreamt about him, of course. Maybe she woke up, or he woke her up in the wee hours of the morning and she rode him vigorously til they both climaxed. Or even she went down in her knees to make love to his thick hard meaty veiny cock with her mouth while she fingered her pussy to yet another mind blowing orgasm. Maybe they explored one another sexually even more…

Needless to say, Michelle had a small, satisfied smile on her face the whole time at the work conference. No one really noticed and she was quite fine with that. She’d just tell them she had a really great night’s sleep. Which was a lie…she’d hardly slept at all.

On Sunday before she departed, Michelle went to say goodbye to the old bartender. She left him a nice tip, and before she left, Howard said, “Hope you enjoyed your stay, Miss. Even with the ghost and all.” He winked at her.

“Oh, it was fine, really,” she replied with a wry grin. “I’ve already decided to come back for a visit. Maybe explore this historic city more. So different from Arizona…”

Smiling, he waved at her as she headed out to catch her ride to the airport. On the way, she brought up the bookmarked Wikipedia page and read about her Ectoplasmic Lover. She ordered all his books, still in print, so she could read them when she got home.

She wondered how long she could wait until she could come back. Probably not very long.

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”I don’t know about this.”

”Come on, Maddy, I thought you were into all this creepy shit.”

Maddy looked over at Julian and glared at him. He smiled back sweetly. Taking her hand, he pulled her onward again towards their destination.

Everyone in the area knew the tales of Rokland Manor. It was a rickety old mansion, three stories tall, that had been slated for demolition almost as long as it had been abandoned. Sitting alone at the end of the weed-choked driveway, the house was a reclusive structure that seemed intent to hide itself forever within the thick trees and shrubs that slowly grew closer and closer to the crumbling walls. Paint had long since flecked away from the rotting windowsills, and what windows were not boarded up had been smashed out by successive generations of vandals and hoodlums. The massive front doors had been smashed open by curious teens and never properly resealed. It was a house that had once been the glory of the entire area, but had retreated against the ravages of time and disuse until it could only whisper of its former majesty. And, so the stories went, it was haunted.

There were a number of stories of people who had ventured inside the old mansion, but always during the day. Not even the brazenness of youth could force anyone to stay inside after nightfall. Maddy had lived in the area for almost two years, and had heard all the tales. They all led to the simple statement that the house was haunted. Some said there was a murder, others cultish rituals. Some said that the house had taken on a life of it’s own. Maddy had seen the old place from a distance a number of times, but had never been this close. She had talked Julian into it, but it was Julian that forced her to go.

Maddy felt a chill shiver its way through her body as she approached. The dying light of the setting sun passed through a crack in the thick foliage and drenched the western walls in blood. In that brief second before the trees renewed the chink in their armor, Maddy had the sudden impression that the mansion was sneering at her. A part of her wanted more even as she pulled Julian to a stop.

”Are you sure about this?” she asked quietly. “We could come back in the morning.”

Julian raised his eyebrows and looked over his girlfriend in the dying light. She looked like she belonged in a place like this, he thought. It was not a cruel statement. From the first day he spotted her, the new girl in town, he was mesmerized. She was like nothing he had ever seen. She always dressed in black, her clothing ranging from heavily draped to nearly naked, from soft silks and velvets, to rubbers and leathers. That night she had decided on a long skirt over thigh-high heeled boots, with a silk blouse and soft, velvet corset. Her skin was the milky alabaster color that could only be obtained hiding a lifetime from the sun. Her long hair was spun silk in his hands, black as raven’s feathers, as dark as her eyes. She was wrapped up in darkness and gloom, but she was alive with the knowledge of who she was. And she was gorgeous.

It had not been love at first sight for Maddy when she first noticed the man staring at her, but it was lust. Her “type” was always hard to define, but looking at him, she decided that he could be. He was tall, much taller than herself which suited her fine, with a lithe, strong build. His chestnut hair was short and styled, bordering on daring but still within the realm of professional. He always dressed well, not preppy, or extravagant, just well. Julian was obviously attracted to her, something she certainly never held against him. But it was the way he paid attention to her, listened to her conversation, and fed off her mind that won him the right to get as close as they had become.

”Afraid of the dark, little girl?” Julian teased. She was always the more daring one. It surprised Julian that it took Maddy so long to ask him about the house, and so much longer to work up the courage to actually want to go inside. He always felt the need to test her limits, and to push his own in order to keep her interest in that way couples do.

”N-no,” she said quickly. “Just don’t want to go fumbling around an old house in the dark.”

”No worries.” Julian smiled and produced a couple of candles. “Come on, the house awaits.”

Maddy shrugged and allowed herself to be pulled along once again. They picked their way through the weeds along the stone and gravel driveway and to the first step of the crumbling stairs. The thirteen steps must have once been a sweeping invitation up to the large landing and the massive double doors. Looking up defiantly into the stone face of the house, Maddy and Julian stepped onto the stairs and hurried to the top.

The brass doorknockers and handles had long ago been torn free. Various planks in different stages of wear and decay were scattered about or hung limply from the doors in the caretakers’ futile attempts to keep trespassers out. Looking at the strewn planks, Maddy suddenly wondered if perhaps it was the caretakers themselves that had escort arnavutköy started the haunted rumors.

”Ready?” Julian drawled. His attempt at suspense made Maddy giggle.

”Come on,” she said, suddenly very interested. “You’ve been going on about this for a week now. Let’s see what all the hype is about.”

Julian stood in front of the double doors. With a glance over his shoulder that revealed a wicked smirk, he pulled at the doors. They swept open on rusty hinges, creaking ominously in the silent, dimming light of the warm evening. A sudden, distant crash caused both of them to look to the north. Inky, black clouds were quickly rolling in. Maddy glared at Julian playfully.

”I had nothing to do with that,” he assured her with a smile and gestured forward. “After milady.” Maddy raised her eyebrows and stepped inside.

Maddy stepped into a dream. The entrance to the house was a sweeping foyer that could have held her entire apartment twice over. Once, the area had been decorated in lavish tapestries, rich artwork and sculptures. The cherrywood, winding staircase that climbed up to the second story was once lovingly polished and the showcase for the foyer. What little light penetrated through the cracks in the boarded-up windows cast an eerie iridescence over the dismal room. The majesty had been stripped away one piece at a time. Only a thick layer of dust and mingling cobwebs garnished the foyer. Maddy could see footprints in the dirty floor, some partial covered with years of dust, some much more recent.

Julian pulled the doors closed behind him as a crash of thunder boomed around them. Maddy started and grinned sheepishly at Julian. The last of the daylight faded into black as the storm swept over them. Julian fumbled with his lighter, but soon had both candles burning. He handed one off and started to look around.

”This place is incredible,” Maddy whispered as her hand hovered over the dusty walls and built-in cabinets. Julian only smiled at her.

The wind began as a soft moan, but quickly strengthened into a roaring monster that shrieked through the cracks in the windows and walls. It swept through the area as the couple explored, playfully dancing with their candles’ wicks. Outside they could hear the rain begin.

”Guess we’re stuck here for a while,” Julian said with a shrug. “At least until the rain stops. Come on, let’s look around.”

Maddy hugged her free hand close around her chest and strolled after the bouncing candle as Julian led the way down a hall. Every detail seemed to come alive as she held the candle close to the molding of the doorways and the ancient vents over the radiators. She stopped in a doorway and looked inside what was probably a large den. A fireplace large enough for her to stand inside dominated one wall in the bare room. A brilliant flash flooded the area. The cracks in the window boards cast a shadow that for the briefest of moments resembled a crippled old man.

Maddy shrieked and staggered back a step. Catching herself, she giggled and turned to follow Julian. His light was gone.

”Julian,” she whispered, her voice sounding suddenly very empty with the wind and pounding rain screaming outside. “Julian?” she yelled out. There was no reply.

She cursed his name under her breath and moved through the house, searching from empty room to empty room. All around her the storm cast strange and nervous shadows as the lightning continued to dance in the night sky outside. She cupped the fragile flame of her candle as the wind threatened to extinguish it, and moved on. Her heart fluttered as her eyes desperately tried to pierce into the dark corners all about her. A cobweb brushed her face causing her to shriek and jump back. She panted, trying to catch her breath and glared at the webbing. Giggling to herself, she swiped at the errant strand and stepped through the archway.

Another crash boomed in Maddy’s ears, causing her to freeze. This crash was not thunder. It came from upstairs. Creeping delicately forward, she began to shiver as anxious sweat formed on her skin only to be chilled in the cool air. Stepping into a corridor, she found a set of narrow stairs spiraling upwards. Maddy took a deep breath, and with a quick look over her shoulder, started her ascent.

The second floor was no less majestic and in no better repair than the main floor. Intervals of lightning flashed and flickered through broken windows and boards, casting their magical dance across the walls. Maddy crept down the wide hall, not even bothering to check the rooms she passed.

”Julian?” she whispered hoarsely. “Julian, where are you? Bastard.” She muttered the last under her breath and shook her head. “You’re going to get it when I find you.”

The floorboards creaked behind her, and Maddy whirled about. She staggered in her high-heeled boots and grabbed the wall for support. Her eyes swept over the empty hall as her pounding heart pumped blood into her ears and obscured her vision.

”Julian? istanbul escort kızları This isn’t funny anymore.” Her voice found strength and daring in anger. “Where the fuck are you?” She took another deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She had been in cemeteries far creepier than this old shack many times, Maddy told herself. Get a grip, girl.

She continued on her original path, picking her way carefully in the near blackness. The hall came to an intersection and she looked down all four directions. They seemed to be exactly the same. Maddy was about to take the one to her left when she felt something touch her back. She opened her mouth, but her voice was sucked from her throat as an extreme chill passed through her body, paralyzing all her muscles. It seemed to flow beneath her skin, touching and tickling with a burning cold. In a heartbeat, it was gone.

Maddy stared wide-eyed for several moments before she realized she was free to move again. Her brain screamed in silent terror as she sprinted straight ahead. She rushed passed several doorways before something caught her sight. It was light, constant, warm light. She stopped and leaned against the wall, panting for breath. Julian, she thought.

”Julian?” she called out. “That better fucking well be you!” She hurried forward until she was within range of the doorway. “Julian?” It was candlelight; that much she was certain of. Peering around the corner, Maddy gasped. The room, probably a bedroom or guestroom, was covered in candles. In the center, several blankets had been tossed on top of each other into a makeshift bed. The storm gained strength outside the boarded windows as thunder and rain pounded against the majestic structure. Maddy smiled and started to walk inside when she heard a creak behind her again.

She was only able to half-turn before the heavy weight barreled into her. Her candle was knocked from her hands and put itself out as it hit the floor when two arms encircled around her and forced her into the room. She tried to scream when her voice found her throat, but it came out a slight chirp. Heart fluttering, Maddy was pitched down onto the blankets, and looked up to see Julian smirking above.

”Bastard,” she shrieked as she clawed at him. Julian’s triumphant smile turned to shock as he faced her sudden fury. Grappling her arms, he forced them behind her back and squeezed her wrists together in his much larger hand. Using his free hand to pull back on her hair, he kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She shook her head and broke the kiss.

”Bastard,” she growled again.

”Someone needs to be taught some manners,” Julian replied. With her wrists still locked in his grip, Julian spun her around and forced her onto her knees. Pushing his weight against her, he forced her face into the blankets and slid his free hand under her skirt.

”Fuck you,” Maddy whimpered, then tried to fight free when she felt his warm hand on her inner thighs. Julian found her lacey panties and pulled. The delicate material easily shredded and he tossed the useless garment aside. Dragging her skirt up over her hips, he stared down at her shapely, exposed ass before working on his belt.

”This is what happens to little girls that don’t behave,” he growled in her ear as he pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs. Still holding her firm, he lined the head of his cock up with her already damp slit. There was no ceremony, no foreplay, as Julian held her wrists tight and forced his hips forward.

”Fuck,” Maddy screamed as her lover’s cock rammed deep inside her. Julian drew back and pumped forward again. With hard, even thrusts, he fucked her from behind while Maddy mewed into the blankets. When he felt her begin to relax and move her hips back against his thrusts, he pulled all the way out and spun her onto her back.

Julian pounced on her, forcing his way between his legs. He crushed his mouth against Maddy’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their lips and tongues danced against one another as their hips rocked in erratic circles until Julian’s cock found Maddy’s hot, inviting hole. He pushed himself back inside of her, slowly pumping at the silky wetness.

The storm continued to savage outside, but the intensity only seemed to fuel the couple’s passion. Rising up on his hands, Julian kept his lips on hers as he worked at the lace of Maddy’s corset. Maddy’s hands ran along Julian’s chest and fumbled at the buttons of his shirt and she forced her tongue into his mouth. Julian was just beginning to pull the laces out of the many holes when Maddy pushed his undone shirt of his shoulders. He helped her pull it off, and was caught off guard as Maddy rolled over, pinning him beneath her.

Maddy sat up and slowly rolled her hips over his. Julian lay still and looked up her, awed by her beauty, his eyes filled with lust and love. Maddy twisted around and pulled his pants free. He kicked off his shoes and Maddy tore off his socks. Her hands escort bahçeşehir roamed over his muscular, lithe chest, kneading his smooth skin. Looking down into his eyes, and never pausing in her gentle love making, Maddy pulled the lace work free. Easing the corset off her body, she leaned down and kissed him, purring into his mouth as he suddenly thrust in deep. Her hands remained busy as she worked at the buttons on her blouse. Julian moved his hands to her hips, rubbing her tender waist and reached behind her to find the zipper to her skirt.

It was an awkward procedure. The length of the skirt bunched up around her waist and her constant rocking made the simple unzipping difficult at best. She watched with an amused smirk until he pulled it completely free and tossed the garment aside. He reached up and placed the palms of his hands upon her chest right over her breasts and pushed gently pushed the blouse off her shoulders. She shrugged it off completely.

Totally naked now except for her boots, Julian looked over the woman that road on top of him and she looked down at the sinewy body of her lover. The brilliant lightning combined with the soft glow of the candles to ignite their bodies in teasing glimpses of intensities.

Julian’s hands found the warm, firm globes her small, perfect breasts and massaged them gently.

”Oh, Julian,” she moaned as he played with her tits, rubbing her rock-hard nipples. “God yes, Julian.”

Julian pulled her down, mashing her tits against his chest. He always loved the feel of her firm yet tender breasts against his bare chest. Kissing her again, he ran one hand along her hip and around her ass before rolling her onto her back once more. He pushed himself slightly off of her and looked into her dark eyes.

”Fuck me, Julian,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”

”You don’t have to ask,” he whispered back and smiled. “You have to beg.”

She glared at him, trying to keep the corners of her mouth straight. “Fuck me, Julian. Come on you son-of-a-bitch, I said fuck me.” She started twisting beneath him, fighting to get free. “If you don’t, I’ll find someone who can.”

”You aren’t going nowhere, little whore,” Julian hissed at her at a crash of thunder rang through the room. He sneaked his arms under her shoulders and forced her against him. Maddy moaned, but still thrashed about and tried to force her thighs shut while she pounded on his back and shoulders. Shifting his hips forward, Julian forced his cock in as deep as he could and pressed his lips against hers.

Maddy resisted at first, until he started to rock in and out of her enflamed cunt in short thrusts. Her pounding settled into to patting, then caressing as she pulled down on his back, trying to force all of his body into hers.

Julian groaned as started thrusting into her harder, his tempo gaining speed. He could feel the muscles of her cunt expand and contract around his hard cock as he fucked her. Their grunts and moans mingled with the sounds of the wind and rain outside. Despite the chill, their bodies were bathed in sweat as Julian fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

”Oh god yes,” Maddy screamed. “Fuck me Julian. Fuck me.”

”Yes,” Julian groaned back. “So fucking good. You feel so good around me.”

”Please,” she whimpered. “Cum in me. I’m going to cum. Cum in me.”

”Fuck yes.” Julian pounded in her with all the strength he could.

”Yessss. Fuck. Cum in me. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Cumming. Cum in me. I’m CUMMING!”

Julian felt her cunt spasm around with cock with more intensity then he had ever felt before. Bellowing, unable to force his brain to form words, he rammed into her quivering cunt as his balls exploded. His cum erupted into her drenched hole as her entire body continued to quake beneath him.

Exhausted and panting, he collapsed his weight on top of her even as she twitched and spasmed. Her felt her orgasm continue long after he was spent and his cock began to soften. Kissing her cheek he rolled his weight off of her. She kept her arms around him and kissed his lips softly as she purred in his mouth.

*****

Julian awoke and looked around the dimly lit room before he recalled where he was. The storm outside seemed to have passed, though the wind still blew with a constant whipping. Looking to his watch he realized that he had only dozed for a couple of hours. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes. They had made love again when they regained their breaths, mad, ferocious sex to feed their appetites, only to fall asleep in one another’s arms.

Julian’s eyes opened wide as he looked at the empty spot beside him. All of her clothes were gone.

”Maddy?” he called out softly as he climbed to his feet. He shivered in the cool night air. The electricity of the storm still tingled his skin. He quickly threw on his clothes and picked up a candle before wandering into the hall. “Maddy?”

He had been in the house many times in his more daring youth, and a few times recently as he prepared for this night. But it was always in the light of day. The house seemed immense to him then. In the darkness, wrapped in the aftermath of a powerful storm, it seemed infinite. Julian moved slowly, peering into all the corners, constantly looking over his shoulder. He excepted Maddy to be hiding in wait, prepared to jump out at any moment in vengeance of his early actions.

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A little background: this story is based in an ancient Egypt-like society, this is kind of just like an excerpt of a larger story-line, but the jist is that there are kings and princes and they keep large harems. It’s unfinished but I’d appreciate some feedback. I’m kinda trying to combine older more formal language with modern sex language so its still hot ;). A work in progress. All characters are 18+

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He noticed her immediately from across the large room. Her perfect ass and legs were silhouetted through the haze of incense. Wearing nothing save for a couple of gold bands on her ankles and wrists, common for low-level concubines, she was bent over a small crib, her elbows resting on the edges. As Rakha walked closer he could see that she was breast-feeding two babies. They were latched on to her huge, full breasts sucking greedily, both babies using their hands to grip the firm tits.

As Rakha neared, the girl heard him approaching from behind and turned her head to look over her shoulder. She immediately recognized the prince and let out a gasp.

“Your excel-“

“don’t get up,” he commanded as he stood behind her and placed a hand on her lower back. His cock began to stir. “They look hungry,” he said with a smile. The girl still had a look of shock on her face, she no doubt had never seen the prince before and didn’t know how to react.

“Relax, are either of them yours?”

“N..no your excellency, I believe this one is Linma’s and this Osoo’s.” The prince didn’t remember either woman — no doubt new, low-level whores much like the one that was currently feeding two of his babies.

“And who are you?” the prince asked as he slowly started to grind his cock against the girl’s ass, his dick hardening. She let out escort tesettürlü a soft moan as she felt the hard flesh gently nudge her pussy.

“M..my name is Sheeshena, your excellency.”

“Ahh a woman of the north, then?”

“Yes your excellency,” she said, her voice dropping a little as she started to gently push her ass back against the prince. Her initial shock was quickly giving way to lustful arousal. “I am from the Netal province,” she said, still looking over her shoulder with now half-lidded eyes. By now Rakha’s cock was fully erect, although she couldn’t see it she could feel how huge it was. Big. Thick. Powerful.

“Hmmm a Netaline,” he stated as he took a step back, allowing his cock to spring forward. He dropped a hand and began to slowly fist his big dick as he admired the ass and now wetting pussy that stood bent-over in front of him, still feeding the babies that were sucking on the big tits above them. Sheeshena winced slightly as one of them must have been a little over-zealous in its hunger.

He smiled at her, still slowly stroking his cock. “My children are hungry aren’t they?”

She giggled, “yes your Excellency, I never knew babies could be so hungry!” The appetites of the children she would nurse back at her village paled in comparison to the prince’s.

The prince laughed, “well you are well-suited to take care of their impressive thirst it would seem.” The girl blushed and dropped her gaze, “yes, your excellency, I live to serve you.”

She was in disbelief that she was actually talking to the prince! She knew sooner or later she’d probably meet him — but that could take anywhere from a year to three with the thousands of women in his harem. istanbul escort girls She had just left her village 2 months ago! She never dreamed she would ever be where she was right now, but what the prince said next left her at a lost for words.

“And tell me, Sheeshena, do you want one of your own?” he said, one hand motioning to the crib while the other methodically slid up and down the big fuckstick. He took a step toward.

“Y..yo..excele….I”, she stammered, not sure she had heard him correctly.

“Would you like a child of your own?” he asked, now running the tip of his member slowly up and down her wet slit.

“O yes! Please!,” she squealed, the fire in her young pussy and the surge of hormones causing her to forget to address him correctly. He chuckled at her momentary lapse in formalism, a common reaction when he fucked one of his whores for the first time.

“Good.” He smiled, then slowly began to sink every inch of his big cock into the now soaking wet pussy in front of him. Sheeshena let out a long moan that didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt inside her pussy. As she felt his massive balls rest against her clit, she again reflected in disbelief at her situation. It had only been two months since a man who said worked for the Royal Harem had come to her family’s door and asked to see her. Two months since she left her home for the first time in her life and was wisked away to the capital. Two months since she arrived at the massive harem complex, brimming with excitement, nervousness and homesickness. And although she was told that it would probably several years before she even saw the prince, something about his busy schedule with diplomacy in the country of Yukz, or was escort özbek it Kajy?, she now stood with her pussy stretched around his long, thick cock. She was fucking the prince! She might even give him a child!

As Rakha, stood with his dick stuffed into the unbelievable tight, wet and spasming pussy, he made a mental note that he needed to reward Queto — his High Chancellor of the Royal Harem. He recently had appointed a new Overseer for replenishment of his harem in the north, and the women that he was bringing to him were unbelievable! In fact, he concluded, he would like to meet the new overseer himself.

Having let Sheeshena adjust to his size, he slowly began to slide his big babymaker out of the girl, an act she appreciated judging by the moan it elicited. The prince let groaned himself in appreciation, she is so fucking tight!,as he moved his hands to grab her hips. The babies continued to drink greedily from the whore’s huge tits. As Rakha started thrusting, she worried this would upset the children. She looked over her shoulder, the hair running over her face masking one of her eyes, the other half-open in pure pleasure, and asked between thrusts and moans,

“Y..Your. oooh!…excell-OO..would you…mmmm…like me to…move the children..aahh!?”

“No my love, they’re….ughh….hungry…let….them…be, my Sathe” he said with a wry smile. She led out a loud moan. Sathe was the Goddess of fertility and beauty. To call a woman by her name during sex was a playful compliment. To have Prince Rakha call you that….never in her life had she thought…. “OOoooo” she let out another loud moan as he thrust into her again. Here she was being fucked by the prince with promises of making a baby while she fed two of his other children — never in her life had she felt so much pleasure, never in her life had she felt so female!

As the prince’s big cock slid in and out of her stretched, wet pussy, as his huge balls slapped her clit, she felt an orgasm come on, knowing immediately that it would be better than any she’d had before.

…..to be continued.

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Katie Jackson couldn’t sleep. Since her evening in Wichita she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at the Circle Cinema. Anytime she closed her eyes; images of hard cocks poked through holes around her as she knelt on the floor. Her pussy ached to be filled and her mouth salivated. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom.

Ever since she had her first taste of her husband; Katie realized she loved sucking cock. She never thought it would be something she would enjoy. After that first lick, it seemed her life changed forever.

She looked over at the empty side of the bed where Fred usually slept and sighed deeply. She missed him more than ever at this moment. The first time she given him a blowjob; she was shy, insecure, and scared. She used to have the idea in her mind that performing oral sex wasn’t the sort of thing that a proper respectable business woman or mother would ever think about doing.

Katie closed her eyes and recalled how she sometimes she took Fred’s cockhead into her mouth and sucked softly on it, her tongue fluttering back and forth against the underside of the slab of prick meat, causing it to flare and swell and fill her mouth to the brim. He lasted a long time that way. She liked to make it last, as enjoyed his cock meat that preceded the creamy dessert. Not touching him at all, except for the head of his prick, she gave a prolonged, leisurely blowjob.

At other times, she sped the process up by stroking his cock shaft while sucking on his cock knob as she jerked him off into her mouth. It was not as gentle and tender that way, with her fist doing most of the work, but it got the job done in a hurry and was useful when they did not have a great deal of time, or when she happened to be starving for a load of cum.

Again, she might use only her mouth, but bob her head up and down so that, instead of sucking only on his fat cockhead, she took the whole long prick into her mouth and even down into her throat; deep-throating her husband with a steady rhythm.

Often she did not use her mouth at all, but only her hot and nimble tongue, lapping at the cock knob or tonguing up the prick stalk until his creamy cum spurted out in a torrent and splattering her freckled face. Then she would gather the delicious semen up with her questing tongue as it trickled down her cheeks and chin. He used to love it that way especially while she looked into his eyes.

Sometimes she liked to have him jerk himself off in her mouth, or if he demanded it, on her freckled face, which was not really a blowjob at all but had the same end result when she subsequently sucked his prick knob and slurped the spunk from his big slab of purple cock meat.

She loved to kneel down in front of him as he stood, giving a classic kneeling blowjob just like a whore in an alley. Once or twice, she had done it when they were at a department store in a changing room. She was worried the first time it happened but slowly it became a habit and kneeling before him with the door unlocked, driven to wild joy by the thought that anyone might walk in and find her with a mouthful of prick.

She also liked to have Fred get on top of her, straddling her torso, his balls sliding over her small firm tits as he fucked her in the mouth. Katie didn’t do anything when they did it that way. She just opened her mouth and let him pour his prick to her at his own pace; the fat shaft of cock fucking in and causing her to gasp and then blowing his wad in with such force that she gagged as it hit her throat.

But all that was before her fat well-endowed neighbor Phil moved in with them and her life changed again. He treated her like a piece of meat for his sexual pleasure. But as she quickly realized that she wasn’t just for him as he shared her amongst his friends. She was his slut. He forced his obscenely long cock into her throat and gagged her. Forced it up her ass and then back into her mouth. He pissed on her, made her lick his disgusting asshole and fucked her in every way possible. She hated him but couldn’t get enough of his huge fat cock.

“I am a shameless slut,” she whispered to herself, “A cock loving whore.” Her pussy fluttered under the blankets as she felt it drip with her juices. Mrs. Jackson had developed an extremely high sex drive that couldn’t be tamed. She craved sex more than anything and her mind kept gravitating towards young cocks. It was without a doubt she knew their semen tasted different. She couldn’t get enough of it after her time working at Dr. Naz’s or having sucked off her nephew in Wichita. That wonderful night in the small room when she let half a dozen gangbang her in the mouth, one right after the other, as they exploded in her mouth or across her freckled face. The thoughts about the joy of cock sucking and cum drinking consumed her as she lay in bed.

She had fantasized about sucking or fucking her teenaged neighbor Joechin and his friends and taking their escort türbanlı creamy cum as it shot down their throat or into her milking pussy. She couldn’t fathom what would happen though if she did and the neighborhood found out. It was the one thing that stopped her from doing just that. In the past week she had finger fucked herself to thoughts of them, imagining that one or more of the boys had decided to fill her wet, needy fuck hole with their young pricks.

Katie was fantasizing wildly now as she lay in bed. These dark fantasies were causing her to pant with passion. Her pussy was overflowing. She cupped her cunt in her hand and her palm filled up with cunt juice. The hot pussy juice overflowed and ran down her thighs.

She just held her flowing cunt in her hand, as if to contain the lust within her loins. It seemed so perverse to think about sex with younger boys. So wrong and deprave.

She reached over and turned on the lamp on her nightstand and pulled her laptop onto the bed as her dainty fingers clicked on the keyboard. She stared at the screen as her breaths became short as she used Google to search ‘Gloryhole Kansas City’.

Eventually she found a review that reported a gloryhole was in a gas station near the Bonner Springs exit off of I-70. It mentioned a commonly used hole between the ladies room and the men’s room. Her stomach was in knots at the thought of repeating what she had done. More than ever she wanted her mouth to be used again, more to the point; she needed it to happen again. She could care less if they were young or old or anywhere in between.

The hot mother breathed heavily as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Her pussy quivered at the depraved thoughts that remained in her mind. Her mouth watered at the thought of allowing so many men abuse her mouth and feed her sticky semen.

Finally it was morning. She was able to get a few hours of sleep despite the quivering folds of her pussy. Her children were up and getting ready for school. As though it was a normal morning; Katie took a shower and shaved her body clean including any pubic hair around her swollen cunt leaving only a narrow strip. She dried herself and applied her make up perfectly. She stood in front of the mirror as she curled her long brown hair. The sexy mother opened her underwear drawer but then closed it without selecting a bra or panties. She slipped on a small thin tan skirt that exposed her long sexy toned legs. She pulled on a baby blue button down blouse. Her breasts stuck out like two perfect orbs. Her nipples grew hard and pointed out of the fabric.

“Mom! We have to go,” her daughter yelled up the steps.

“Okay!” Katie glanced over at the clock, “I’ll be right there! Get in the car!” She slipped on her black high heels and stared at herself in the mirror. She spun and looked at her backside as she bent over and saw that her bare naked cunt was visible as it peeked out from under her skirt. Her mouth quivered at the thought of what she was doing. She imagined backing her bare pussy against the plywood wall and getting fucked by an anonymous stranger. The sexy mother’s pussy quivered with excitement.

She walked downstairs and grabbed the keys and hopped into her SUV. Her children sang a popular pop song with the radio and were clueless to their mothers’ intentions that morning. She pulled in front of the school, as she usually did, and turned as she kissed her them good bye. She told them to have a good day at school and before she even had time to think about what she was doing; she found herself speeding down Interstate 70 towards Kansas. Her juices dripped from her quivering pussy as she counted down the miles to Bonner Springs. She didn’t know what to expect but hoped to discover a parking lot full of willing men that needed to get off.

As she drove she questioned whether that being just past eight o’clock in the morning would make a difference. Surely there were people who felt horny all times of the day and couldn’t get enough sex.

Her mouth salivated, her stomach fluttered as she pulled off at the Bonner Springs exit. She followed her navigation system but as she was about a block away she noticed only rubble where the gas station used to stand. She pulled into the parking lot that was full of construction equipment. She glanced around as her stomach dropped. She turned her Denali around and sat there momentarily as she gazed at what used to be a building. Nobody was in sight and she was incredibly horny. Her body tingled and her mouth salivated. For a fleeting moment she thought about continuing east on the Interstate towards Wichita. It was a three hour drive and then another three hours back. She wouldn’t have any time to spend in a booth and even then maybe nobody would be willing to use her mouth. She sighed heavily and thought about returning to the Strand in downtown but could only imagine running into one of Fred’s co-workers escorts istanbul or being recognized from her performance on Dancing with the Stars.

She struck her steering wheel with her tiny clenched fist in frustration and drove back onto the on-ramp towards Kansas City. “I just need a cold shower,” she smirked. Katie stared at the phone in her hand and contemplated calling Fred again but he told her repeatedly he wanted space to contemplate their marriage. As she grew closer to the Missouri side of the city; traffic was diverted off the interstate because of a bridge closure.

Katie followed the line of cars that were diverted off the interstate and into Kansas City, Kansas. It was the riskier side of town and predominantly lower income than the Missouri side. In the hot wife’s opinion; it was a place most people didn’t go, especially after dark. Katie turned onto north 7th that travels through the heart of Kansas City, Kansas as she looked for a detour sign.

As she was stopped in traffic along the curb Katie spied a young boy sitting at a bus stop by himself as his nose was buried in a book. As the hot wife drove by slowly, she could tell he was a good looking kid with fair skin and crisp flowing blonde hair. He wore a black polo shirt and khaki slacks. His bright white tennis shoes stood out amongst the lower income families walking on the sidewalks. He had an innocent face with a wiry body. Traffic began to move but she kept glancing over at him as she drove down the street.

That young boy at the bus stop, Tommy Brennan, couldn’t help but notice the pearl white Denali cruising slowly down 7th Street. He stopped studying for his test and looked admiringly at the car with its fancy rims. He saw the sexy beautiful woman driving and his stomach dropped as he saw her staring right at him. His cock immediately lurched in his pants. At his age; his cock was a constant hardness as his young hormones worked overtime.

She drove past very slowly, looking out at him. His head followed her down the street. She had to be in her late thirties or early forties, Tommy figured. She looked drop dead gorgeous. She had brown hair that curled at her shoulders. Her mouth was sensual; her eyes were covered by sunglasses. The way she looked at him he figured that she was lost and had driven into the slums by mistake and was bemused by the whole situation.

He watched intently as the Denali turned onto Barnett Street but grinned at the lost woman as she back came down 7th street again.

Mrs. Jackson was not paying attention to the road as she glanced at the map on her phone as she tried to find an alternate route to get back to Overland Park and her SUV slowly veered to the right and the front wheel struck the curb. A loud bang shook the SUV as it lurched down on the front corner as the unmistakable sound of a flat tire echoed throughout the street.

Katie jumped in her seat as she quickly turned the steering wheel and pulled along the curb. She put it in park and got out and walked around the front. The chrome rim had a large dent and the tire was already as flat. “Fuck,” she yelled loudly. She stomped her high heel on the concrete sidewalk.

The young boy watched the tight bodied older woman pull out her cell phone and paced back and forth on the sidewalk. Her head pointed down towards the ground as she talked. Tommy was in awe of the body of the older woman. Her fit legs looked longer from her short skirt and the high heels. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her tight body. He could see her perfect tits jutting out of her blouse. His cock throbbed in his pants and he had to reach down and adjust himself. If he could; he would run around the corner and jack off while he watched the sexy woman.

Katie felt nervous as she glanced around and frantically called her estranged husband Fred. She had no idea how to change a tire. She had no money to call a tow truck or a service to do it for her. She listened intently on her phone and after numerous rings; Janet’s voice came across, “Mr. Jackson’s office. How can I help you?”

“Hi Janet,” Katie coughed not realizing how she would explain why she was in Kansas, “Is Fred in?”

“No. He’s at a meeting and won’t be back for a few hours,” she spoke very softly.

Katie couldn’t help but wonder if Fred had revealed to her what had happened in their relationship, “Thanks Janet,” and quickly hung up before she could even ask anything further.

She folded her arms across her chest. This was karma she told herself. She rationalized that if she wasn’t out looking for a gloryhole that this would never had happened.

Katie felt the stare of the young boy sitting on the bench at the bus stop. She glanced over at him. He was young with a petite body. He had very boyish features but was very cute with his wavy blonde hair.

He smiled as he stared at the sexy older woman as she looked over at him. She was even sexier than he had first noticed. escort olgun She was slender, with perfect hips and small firm tits that thrust out pertly in her blouse. Her clothes clung to her curves.

Tommy appreciated a sexy woman. He felt his feelings were sinful but couldn’t help himself. Being a young adolescent he had spent most of his time watching pornography and jerking off constantly. He was constantly hard and was obsessed with sex. He had his first girlfriend over the summer who had only jerked him off twice. She allowed him to play with her small nubs for tits and finger her pussy but when he asked for more; she responded by breaking up with him.

He titled his head up as he watched the sexy older woman walk towards him. She smiled in a very friendly fashion, “Uhmmm excuse me?” she said as she bent down and waved at him.

Tommy stared up at the woman. Her smile was perfect with bright white teeth and perfect lips.

Katie looked around, “Hi! I’m sorry to bother you but do you know how to change a tire?” She pushed her sunglasses up off her eyes and into her hair. She melted at the sight of the young boy’s perfect blue eyes.

“Yeah,” he said as he stared up at the freckled face of the beautiful woman, “My dad showed me. He’s a mechanic.”

“Do you think you could help me out?” Katie asked as she nodded towards her SUV.

Tommy looked down at his watch, “Sure but I’m waiting for my school bus. It should be here soon,” he glanced up and down 7th street.

“I..” squirmed Katie as she realized how young the boy was, “I could give you a ride to school if you miss it.”

“Okay ma’am,” Tommy nodded and spoke softly not wanting to leave the beautiful woman stranded in the slums.

“What’s your name?” she asked as he stood up from the bench.

“It’s Tommy,” he quietly answered as he picked up his book bag that was next to him.

“Hi Tommy,” her voice quivered, “I’m Katie,” as she extended her hand. He noticed the large wedding ring on her other hand. Tommy knew she had money judging by her SUV, clothes, and jewelry. He was immediately jealous of her husband.

He opened the rear hatch of her SUV and grabbed the tools. He knelt down on the pavement and began to lower the spare tire but it suddenly stopped moving. He reached under and tugged on the tire but it still didn’t move, “It looks like it got hung up on something.”

Katie shook her head, “I’m so glad you know what you are doing. I would have been lost.”

Tommy smiled at the sexy older lady as he lay down on the pavement and slid underneath the car to look at the tire. Katie gasped when she noticed his crotch in his slacks and the lovely cock bulge. Her lips trembled at the thought of what she wanted to do to the young boy. She stared without blinking as her mouth salivated as she swore she saw it twitching and throbbing in the tight confines of his pants.

The young boy slid out from under the car, “I think I got it.” Katie eyes hadn’t moved from his crotch and had begun to water.

He cranked the tire down from underneath, unhitched it and rolled it towards the front side. As he knelt on the ground he couldn’t help but look over at her fit toned legs and her perfectly manicured toes in black high heeled shoes. “Must be rough,” he thought to himself at the wealth the woman portrayed. He lived alone with his father. His mother had left when he was young for another man leaving him and his dad to struggle. Tommy jacked the car up, his eyes kept going back to the hard bodied woman. Her skirt barely came to thigh level and when she bent down to grab a lug nut that had rolled away; his breath was sucked away. He caught a glimpse her naked bare cunt as she turned and bent over.

Tommy’s jaw clenched as he felt his cock throb in his pants, “How could she have forgotten her underwear?” He figured she was in a hurry to get out the door or maybe she was going to seduce her rich husband.

“You’re very handy,” she said as she handed him the lug nut into his shaking hand. “How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“How old do you think I am?” he asked back as he worked on putting the spare tire onto the hub.

“I don’t know,” the hot wife deadpanned, “16. Maybe 17.”

He blushed, “I just turned 18 two days ago.” He tightened the bolts as quickly as he could and sweating heavily. He simply couldn’t stop looking at the hard bodied woman. His cock throbbed in his pants.

When Tommy thought the sexy lady wasn’t looking he tossed another lug nut to the side of the curb. Katie however saw exactly what he had done. Demented thoughts entered her mind as the sexy wife smirked as she slowly turned and kept her skirt lifted as she bent over at the waist and stayed there momentarily as she knew the young boy stared at her naked pussy. It excited her to turn on such a young boy. She was old enough to be his mother she told herself repeatedly but instead of suppressing her hormones it increased them.

His sturdy young cock was hard as the tire iron he was using and thumping vigorously in his slacks. He figured he was going to have to go into the bathroom of the school and stroke himself off as soon as he got there.

Katie felt her pussy quiver and her mouth salivate, “Where do you go to school at Tommy?”

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I woke up feeling groggy from last night’s drinking, the dull thud in my brain and dryness in my throat symptoms of a minor yet still unpleasant hangover. However I also had something or rather someone on my mind. My dreams had been filled with fantasies of the boy I met just yesterday, my college dorm mate Tom. I’d hoped that yesterday’s infatuation with him had been a symptom of drinking and excitement for my first day at college, but no, those hypnotic eyes, that wry smile, his broad shoulders seemed just as appealing now as they did then.

“Get a grip girl!!” I shook my head angrily (immediately regretting it due to the feelings of nausea it induced) and reassured myself that this was nothing but a stupid yet harmless crush. If something happened between me and Tom great if not well life goes on.

Feeling a little perked up by my pep talk I got up, changed out of last night’s dress (which I had been too exhausted to change out of the night before) and emerged into the dormitory hallway to see who else had stirred from last night’s revelries. The dorm was quiet except for Hannah (the girl in the room to my right) humming merrily while cleaning up her breakfast dishes. Figures she would be fine this morning, she seemed like a girl who could handle her liquor.

“Hey Em, fun night last night yeah!”

“Yeah it was good” truth be told Hannah’s cheery attitude and energy was somewhat contagious and just talking to her made me feel better.

“So I saw you getting friendly with Tom last night…” It was something between a question and a statement but the sly grin on Hannah’s face told me her imagination had been working on overdrive all morning.

“Nothing happened between us, I mean we kissed but that’s it” Just saying those words made me acutely aware of how disappointed I was with last night’s events, we had just kissed but I had really wanted SO MUCH more.

“Hey nothing to be embarrassed about, guy like that I’d be all over him if he showed any interest in me, all the other girls like him, hell Kyle has the hots for him, oh yeah I assume you figured he was gay?”

“What? Yeah I kinda guessed about Kyle but really Hannah nothing happened between me and Tom” I never was one for gossip least of all about myself and something about the way Hannah spoke told me she was a little bit jealous which genuinely surprised me since Hannah was pretty darn stunning. With her figure, wavy blond hair and adorable smile she can’t have had much trouble in the male department.

“Well shame but you should probably re-assess Em I mean the guy obviously likes you” she had that sly smile on her face again but it was softened slightly this time like she was giving serious advice rather than just teasing.

“I don’t think he likes me” I actually had no idea what his thoughts where towards me but the possibility Hannah’s college dorm rumour might have some truth to it certainly excited me.

“Where is Tom anyway?” I said looking hopefully around the tiny kitchen. As if he might reveal himself from one of the wall mounted cupboards.

“Oh he left just after I got up something about having to pick up the rest of his stuff from home… and no he didn’t say when he’d be back” she added answering my question before I could answer it.

As it happens Tom must have spent the night at his home since he didn’t return to the dorm until late the next day. So I spent nearly two days poking my head out of my room at the sound of every movement in the hallway hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom when he arrived. That night was particularly frustrating. As I laid in bed pondering his whereabouts “What if something happened to him? What if he didn’t want to come back?” Again I had to scold myself for acting like a delirious schoolgirl. Nevertheless I fell asleep that night thinking of him, anxious but with a definite wetness in my panties.

The next day was no better, I busied myself with decorating my dorm room and familiarising myself with the dorms facilities but a portion of my brain was always devoted to escort sınırsız Tom. I still had absolutely no plan as to what I’d say to him when I saw him but I can’t exactly claim I was thinking straight at the time. I just wanted to see him again.

When he did arrive back though I was totally unprepared. It was about 11:30pm and everyone else in the dorm had retired to their rooms. I was preparing to call it a night too, I had already changed for bed into my usual night attire, a skin tight tank top (with no bra underneath naturally) and a pair of what I like to call my “pyjama panties” which are literally just panties that I like to wear to bed. Now It was only because I thought the communal areas of the dorm were empty that I decided to change before I brushed my teeth in the shared bathroom since as I’ve already said I’m a little shy and I tend to feel a bit exposed wearing my pyjamas, like I’m only a few steps away from nudity (which I suppose I was) Thus having crept into the bathroom and begun brushing my teeth you can imagine my shock when the bathroom door swung open behind me…

You can also probably guess who it was.

Now the arrival of Tom would have probably caused me to act a bit ditzy at the best of times but the sight before me was one of jaw dropping proportions. Tom was dressed in…well…not much. His “outfit” consisted of nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs which didn’t leave much to the imagination. The boxers were struggling to hold the obvious bulge of what was either an extremely large dick or a generous amount of strategically placed stuffing. It was with horror that I noticed I was staring straight at his crotch so I quickly diverted my gaze elsewhere but the rest of the view was just as appetizing. His broad shoulders ran down to the muscular toned arms that I had so enjoyed having wrapped around me several days earlier. His pectorals almost seemed to wink at me. My eyes were drawn lower to his washboard stomach were the most perfect eight pack abs awaited, each muscle looking as if it had been carved into his stomach, resisting an urge to claw my hands down his lower torso my eyes finally rested on the muscular trunks that were his legs, strong and powerful. From what I could see every muscle was perfectly sculpted, every inch of his body perfectly proportioned, had I been asked to conjure up my dream fantasy man I doubt I would have been able to come up with something so magnificent.

With little other choice I quickly spun my gaze back to the mirror and through a mouth full of toothpaste managed a “Hello!” I caught my reflection in the mirror, I had your typical “deer caught in headlights” eyes and my usually fair cheeks had flushed to a furious shade of pink.

Clearly my less than subtle reaction had been noticed because Tom still hovering in the doorway quickly explained “Sorry I figured nobody would be in here, I’m (he paused to look down at his lack of clothing) obviously about to go to bed” he chuckled nervously.

I stole another glance at his body, drinking it all in. Call it animal instinct if you want but for one brief moment my eyes were again drawn below the waist as I stared at the clear outline of what was easily the biggest dick I’d ever seen. Now I’d measured my previous boyfriends for kicks and the biggest was a solid, average six inches hard. Tom looked to be a little bit bigger but he was clearly totally soft.

I quickly turned away again, painfully aware that my nipples were rock hard and probably clearly poking through my thin tank top and I knew that the oh so familiar moistness down below would soon soak my panties. Cross armed and slightly cross legged (to the best of my abilities without looking totally weird) I turned at an angle away from Tom praying that he wouldn’t catch on to the havoc he was inadvertently wrecking on me.

He clearly caught onto something because out of the corner of my eye I saw him start to back out of the doorway “Just needed to brush my teeth but I’ll escorts come back when you’re done…”

I remember briefly feeling relaxed as it dawned on me that I might have gotten away with it, my sudden sexual response gone unnoticed, he was probably just embarrassed about bursting in on me in a less than modest position, not embarrassment at him walking in basically naked and me drooling over what I saw. Thus before I could stop myself I was gesturing with my hand that it was fine for him to stay. Why was I doing this? Even if I had got away with it I could still get caught. I could already feel my panties sticking to my upper thigh as my juices totally soaked them through.

“Great” he said flashing me a grin (and unless my eyes deceived me flashing a sneaky glance at my butt as he stood next to me at the adjacent sink and began brushing his own teeth.

“CRAP!!” My mind raced, this wasn’t good I needed to get out of here and sort myself out. I suddenly found myself with immense sympathy for guys everywhere, all those jokes in the movies about guys hiding a boner and I found myself in the closest female equivalent and I was terrified. “Damn these stupid skimpy PJ’s”.

I quickly rushed through my routine (pretty sure I’d left a blotch of toothpaste on my lip in the process) uttered a goodnight to Tom which he acknowledged with a nod and scurried to the door. Less than innocently though I paused to throw one more glance at him from behind, briefly admired his ass which filled in his boxers nicely clearly as muscular as the rest of him (and as cliché as it sounds I suddenly found myself with a desire to take a bite out of it!!) before I took my leave and scampered down the hallway to my room and securely locked the door behind me.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins I knew that there was one thing that had to be done before I even contemplated sleep tonight. I threw myself on the bed and peeled off the absolutely sodden panties and plunged my hands down to my shaven pussy. Now I normally like to go slow at first, play with my outer lips and ease my way in to the more intense stimulation but I knew that routine would change tonight. My pussy was on fire, aching to be touched, aching for release. Upon first contact I let out a whimper, relishing the sensations that spread across my whole body. I was incredibly wet down there, wetter than at any point I can recall, my opening was literally dripping with excitement. I began running my fingers up and down the entire length of my slit, lathering my fingers as copious amounts of my wetness leaked out.

I don’t know what led me to do it but I temporally withdrew my fingers form their work and examined them, coated lusciously with fluid. I then inserted one into my mouth, to taste myself. This is something I had never done before, never even thought of doing before now and here I was greedily sucking up my own juices of my fingers. “Not bad” I thought. What the hell was coming over me?

I became aware of my sensitive nipples rubbing on the fabric of my tank top clearly in need of attention too. Soon the tank top was in a pile with the panties on the floor and my breasts were exposed, one being kneaded tenderly by my left hand, while my right hand continued to explore my dripping cunt. Stroking and pinching my nipples drew a gasp and a small giggle from me.

I then heard the unmistakable sounds of footsteps down the hall and an opening door, Tom was clearly finished and was returning to his room. My suspicions were confirmed by the creak of bedsprings which sounded like it came from right next to me. It was at this point I realised Toms bed was probably directly adjacent to mine, it would essentially be a double if it were not separated by the thin wall. I briefly considered how to proceed, I’m not exactly the “quietest” of people in these moments and looking around the room moving a few feet away to the other side of the room was hardly going to dampen the noise I feared I might make.

It didn’t take much time to come to a decision escort gecelik though, my thoughts drifted to Tom laying near naked a few feet from me. Perhaps, that quick glance at my butt elicited feelings in him and he was now stroking his mighty cock to the thought of me? The thought of Tom and his cock was all it took for me to forego any caution and continue my quest for release.

My fingers went back to my pussy this time finding my throbbing clit which pulsed angrily at being ignored for so long. I let out another brief moan at the first touch and had soon found a rhythm, swishing over my delicate bud in circular motions. With the image of Tom’s sculpted body seared into my brain and the incredible feelings radiating from my pussy I knew it would not be very long before I came. Sure enough while my right hand still worked its magic my left stopped playing with my nipples and instead grasped the bedsheets tightly as the waves of pleasure intensified signalling the beginning of my orgasm.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced, easily my strongest orgasm (up until that point) the world around me melted, I saw stars as wave upon wave of sexual energy flowed from my feminine core, spreading right to my toes causing my muscles to contract violently. I desperately wanted to scream, to shout at the top of my lungs the feelings I was experiencing but using all my will I managed to keep it bottled up, my mouth open wide but no noise escaping until the bulk of the feelings abated and I was able to let out something between a shudder and a gasp.

Bathing in the afterglow and breathing heavily my left hand again returned to my breast and began rubbing them softly I also noticed my right hand was still rubbing up my entire opening. My fingers lightly brushed over my clit again and I felt a jolt of intense pleasure shoot through me. My clit was usually quite sore after such a workout but (while sensitive and a little tender) the feelings it was eliciting were still pretty awesome and something told me one O wasn’t going to be enough for tonight.

I closed my eyes and imagined Tom’s tongue dancing over my clit, the pressure started to build again, my breathing became deeper and I could tell I was well on the way to another orgasm. After some gentle rubbing I decided to get a little more intense. I inserted two fingers into my opening. They slid right in due to the copious amount of lubrication I was producing. I imagined they were Tom’s fingers, caressing my insides, my moans intensified, Tom might be able to hear me but I didn’t care I needed to cum again, and badly. I picked up the pace furiously finger fucking myself, relishing the feelings, bucking my hips in the air desperately trying to allow my fingers greater access. I could feel my juices sloshing around my fingers, it wouldn’t be long before I came again, my breathing intensified, I was moaning with reckless abandon now, my body could hardly comprehend the pleasure…

My walls clamped down on my fingers, as each contraction brought yet another toe curling jolt of pleasure. It was taking all my willpower not to scream again but this time I couldn’t keep totally quiet my moans were loud and numerous as the second orgasm crashed over me just as intense as the first. I writhed around on the bed my fingers still firmly lodged inside and a trail of my juices coating my inner thighs.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss I withdraw my fingers and once again proceeded to lick them clean, tasting the evidence of my orgasmic release. My thoughts turned to whether Tom had heard me. Even if by some miracle the moans hadn’t travelled surely me thrashing around on the bed was something of a giveaway? Perhaps it was the afterglow but as I lay there naked I decided I didn’t care whether he heard me. Well not that I didn’t care but that what was done was done, he hears me masturbating so what, he didn’t know I was thinking of him the whole time, it’s not like I said his name at any point…did I?

Whatever the answer I decided it could wait, I was pretty worn out after two powerful orgasms and sleep beckoned me. As I laid there in the dark though waiting for sleep to find me my thoughts never left Tom, his personality, his face, his body…My pussy started tingling again and for the third night in a row I fell asleep horny.

To be continued…

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“I’m sorry Mrs. Kopawski, your husband is in a meeting with a client and can’t be disturbed right now. Yes, I’ll have him call you as soon as he can. Goodbye.”

I hung up the phone in disgust. My boss, Mr. Kopawski, was busy, but his “meeting” was 19 years old and looked great in a mini-skirt. I didn’t care about his infidelity; I figured it was none of my business what he did and with whom. However, over the past few months I had become increasingly frustrated with having to play secretary and lie to Kopawski’s wife.

Kopawski’s “meeting”, Tiff, emerged from his office a few minutes later, smoothing her skirt with a smug grin on her face.

“Hey James,” Tiff said to me seductively as she walked past my desk. “How are you?” she asked, leaning over and giving me a nice view of her sizable cleavage. Her midriff baring tank top and ruffled miniskirt didn’t exactly fit in our professional office, but I didn’t mind the view. Most of the employees worked on site with clients, so there were rarely many people in the actual office.

“I’m alright. How are you? You weren’t in there that long. Did your “meeting” go ok?” I teased. Tiff had flirted with me the first time she set foot in our office, and we’d always danced around the actual reason she was there.

“We both got what we wanted this morning,” Tiff replied with a smile, lifting her arm to show off a diamond tennis bracelet. She certainly was quick-witted for a barely legal gold-digger. “Kevin was VERY pleased with my work, as usual.”

“Ah, yes, the “consulting” work you do,” I replied. It’s one thing to have a mistress, and another to buy her expensive presents. Kopawski was the sole owner of the company, so it wasn’t actually stealing to buy Tiff gifts with company money, but it certainly was illegal to write them off for tax purposes.

“So how is that girl, Lisa? Did you two ever get back together?” she asked me.

“Nah, it looks like this time it’s for good. Probably for the best,” I replied.

“So you’re a free man. You should come out with me and my friends this weekend. You’d like them, and definitely would have a good time,” Tiff suggested.

“And do you think they’d like me?” I asked in response.

“Why not? You’re still pretty young, you’re cute… what’s not to like?” Tiff giggled.

I smiled at the compliment from the attractive young (bottle) blonde. “Oh, you may want to stop by the restroom on your way out. You’ve got something there,” I said, pointing at her chest. Tiff looked down and noticed the small gob of white on her shirt and giggled once more.

“I must have spilled some crème from my coffee on it,” she said with a wink. She then proceeded to lift her shirt and lick the drop from her halter top. When finished she licked her lips suggestively at me and said, “Yummy.”

It was a bit surreal to see a woman lick the remains of my boss’s semen off her shirt while I was working. Still, she was hot, and I had to admit that her attitude about sex was alluring. Then again, for all intents and purposes sex was her job. She came by once or twice a week, and he paid her an allowance of a few hundred dollars, plus gave her lavish gifts.

“I gotta run,” she said, springing up from her chair. “It was a pleasure as always, James,” she said, extending her hand. I took it and kissed it playfully before saying my goodbye.

I strongly considered taking Tiff up on her invitation, but ended up going to the playoff game Friday night when my buddy ended up with two free tickets. Monday morning at work there was a message on my machine at work from Tiff teasing me for “ditching her” but reaffirming that we should hang out.

Tiff didn’t stop by the office that week. However, Kopawski informed me that if his wife asked he would be at a business conference in Tucson. I agreed, although I rolled my eyes once his back was turned.

Friday afternoon Mr. Kopawski came by my desk looking somewhat frantic. I’d been on-site with a client during the morning and was stopping by to finish some paperwork before heading out for the weekend.

“James, I’m glad I caught you. I need to ask a favor. It’s personal and you can say no, but if you’re willing it will be reflected in your upcoming performance review,” he said to me.

“Sure, what is it?” I asked, curious.

“I’ve noticed that you and Tiff get along. I had promised to take her to Lake Naki this weekend. I already rented a suite for the weekend. I forgot that we’re celebrating my kid’s birthday this weekend and not next weekend. I didn’t realize this until I told my wife about the “conference” last night. Long story short, I need to be there with my family this weekend, but I don’t want to piss off Tiff.”

“So where do I fit in?”

“Would you be willing to take her up to the lake this weekend and keep her company? She doesn’t have a license and really wanted to go. She doesn’t have any real family you know,” my boss said, looking at me expectantly, as if sympathy for Tiff would sway my opinion.

I was torn. I certainly escort esenler didn’t mind the idea of a healthy raise at my performance review. Plus, there are worse things in life than getting away for the weekend, especially when you aren’t paying for it. I was a bit concerned about spending extended time alone with Tiff. I wasn’t sure I wanted to cock tease myself that badly. Tiff was a flirt, and I knew she wasn’t shy about showing off her young, tight body.

“I’d need some walking around cash; you know, for making sure she has a nice time and doesn’t just have to sit around the room all weekend,” I replied, deciding to milk my boss for all he was worth. Plus, I wasn’t about to entertain his mistress on my dime.

Mr. Kopawski looked at me, momentarily annoyed, and then sighed. “I’ll get some money out of petty cash. Will $100 be enough?”

“You know her tastes better than I do,” I replied.

Kopawski sighed once more. “Better make it $200. But she’s worth it. She’ll make it up to me this week, I’m sure,” he said with a wink.

I was left with the responsibility of calling Tiff and informing her of the change of plans.

“Oh. I see,” she said. “Maybe I just shouldn’t go.”

“It’s up to you,” I said. “But the boss man gave me some money to show you a good time with. I promise I’ll be more fun than I am at work.”

“Really?” she asked, the tone in her voice shifting from disappointed to seductive. “Are you SURE you can be more fun?”

“You haven’t seen how fun I can be,” I shot back.

“Well, when you put it that way. Ok, let’s go have fun on the old man’s dime,” she decided. I had to admit that I was a little excited to spend my boss’s money with his mistress. Perhaps it was sort of a passive way to get back at him for some of the long nights I’d had to put in. Tiff gave me directions to her house and I left work early to pick her up and beat traffic on the way to the lake.

Tiff was dressed far more casually than she usually did for her “appointments” at the office. It actually was a nice look for her. With less make-up and slightly less tartish clothes she looked more like a cute nineteen year old than a gold-digger.

I let her choose the music on the two hour drive, which required a bit of patience on my part. Her tastes were extremely mainstream, which wasn’t shocking.

We got to know each other better on the ride up, although it was mostly me listening to her talk about herself. She really didn’t have much family. To hear her tell it her mother kicked her out the day she turned 18. It became clear she was a bit of a wild child and probably a major handful for her mother.

“I’ve always dated older guys,” she continued. “So yeah, when my mom kicked me out I moved in with my boyfriend. He was kind of a loser I guess, but really sexy. We’d fuck three, four times a day sometimes. I think he sold drugs or something, cuz he didn’t really have a job, but he still had enough money.”

“So what happened with him?” I asked.

“Well, I found out he was cheating on me. I’ve had a lot of boyfriends like that. So I moved out and crashed on a friend’s couch. She’s totally hot, she’s a stripper. That’s actually how I met Kevin, your boss. Through her, I mean.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah, I was thinking of getting into dancing, so I went to her club one night to watch what she did and talk to the manager. Well, Kevin was there that night. I guess he was one of my friend’s best customers, always tipped well. I ended up talking to him for a while. He actually convinced me not to become a dancer,” she explained.

“He did?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think he wanted me all to himself. He gave me his card, suggested I come by the office and see if we could work something out.”

“So wait, did you know what he had in mind?” I asked.

“I’m not dumb, James,” Tiff replied. “He was intentionally vague, but made clear he could offer me a job that while it wouldn’t pay as much as dancing, would be more fun and take less time. I kinda had a hunch what he was offering.”

“But you agreed to it anyways?” I said.

“Yes, I did. It’s not easy for girls like me, who never did that well in school. I can’t be a doctor or a lawyer. Your boss is sweet, he’s charming when he wants to be, and he’s really not that demanding. I know I can’t do this forever and he’ll get tired of me eventually, but for now he’s paying the bills. But enough about me, let’s talk about you,” she said.

Talking about me ended up being mostly talking about my love life. It quickly became clear that Tiff and my ex had very different views on sex.

“How often did you get a blow job?” Tiff asked me.

“You mean like as foreplay?” I asked.

“No, I mean, like just for you, she sucks you off, you finish in her mouth, and she doesn’t expect anything in return.”

“Uhh… god, I can’t remember,” I said. We were only halfway through the drive, and the sex talk was both making me uncomfortable and turning bayan escort istanbul me on.

“See, I’m all about pleasing my man,” Tiff explained. “I’m a very oral girl, you know. I think I get wetter from giving head than anything else.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say in response to that, but mustered, “well that must make the guy’s you’re with happy.”

“Oh yes, I know how to make a guy happy,” Tiff replied. “Very, very happy.” I noticed her tone had one again adopted a seductive tone.

I changed the subject, but quickly found that we didn’t have a lot in common. Tiff was a sweet girl, but not terribly cultured nor worldly. I had to keep my eyes on the road, so I wasn’t able to just stare at her tits and pretend to listen as I’d occasionally done with girls like her in the past.

At last we arrived at the cabin. It certainly was picturesque, completely buried in the woods. Tiff carried in only a small handbag, leaving it upon me to bring in the rest of the luggage. It took two trips, and by the time I was done Tiff had finished exploring our abode.

“This place is pretty hot,” Tiff observed. “The TV is a little small, but the fireplace is beautiful. I wish there was a hot tub or something though.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tugged my luggage into the bedroom. I then realized there only was one, King sized bed.

Tiff wasn’t stupid and practically read my mind. “We’re both adults, we can share the fucking bed. It’s huge. You don’t snore do you?” she asked, genuinely interrogating me.

“Only when I get really drunk,” I responded.

“Ok, it’s settled then,” she said.

I wondered if I could take being in the same bed with Tiff. The fact that she was amazingly sexy hadn’t changed. In fact, as she walked around I was even more acutely aware of her natural beauty. She was that perfect mix of youth and womanhood.

“You hungry?” I asked. I was famished.

“Hells yeah,” Tiff replied.

I’d packed a cooler with a few recommendations from Kopawski on what Tiff liked to eat. It went over well. I was impressed by Tiff’s apatite; I imagined a slender girl like her didn’t consume much.

“This is fucking great,” Tiff observed, finishing her light beer. “Thanks for taking care of the food,” she said smiling at me genuinely.

I was torn. Tiff seemed capable of bouncing between sweet and innocent and totally slutty. Sitting here, in casual clothes, she certainly didn’t seem like my boss’s almost underage mistress. She just seemed like a cute 19 year old.

We played some cards, and my opinion of Tiff continued to soften. While she wasn’t academic, she wasn’t as dumb as I had originally thought, and was practically a savant at card games.

“I’m lucky we’re not playing for money,” I observed after losing the fourth straight game of gin rummy.

“Sweetie, that would be totally unfair to you,” she said with a wink. “Beer?” she asked, walking to the fridge to get herself a new one, her fourth of the night. I was busy admiring her cute little ass and almost forgot to respond.

When walked back towards the table I couldn’t help notice her nipples poking through her shirt. “It’s chilly in here,” I observed, not realizing how obvious my statement was.

“You’re damn right it is, you perv!” Tiff responded, giggling. “Why don’t you be a man and light a fire?”

I took her advice, and my years of Boy Scout training paid off in the form of a crackling fire.

“So, we’ve played cards… what now?” I asked.

“We could fuck,” Tiff replied, dead-pan.

“Uhhhh…” was all I could say.

“I’m kidding,” Tiff added, although she didn’t sound very committed to that. “Let’s lie down by the fire.

Tiff turned off the lights and we lay down facing each other on the big soft rug in front of the fireplace. Tiff looked absolutely gorgeous in the flickering glow of the fire. I fought the urge to reach out and touch her, kiss her, take her in my arms. She was my boss’s mistress, and despite her flirting certainly wouldn’t be interested.

Following a few moments of awkward silence, Tiff looked at me and asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Oh, um, Truth,” I replied.

“If I asked if I could suck your cock right now, would you say yes?” Tiff asked.

I was slightly shocked, but figured that she was trying to get a reaction out of me. “Yeah, sure, I would,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

“Good to know,” Tiff said with a giggle. “Ok, dare me.”

“I dare you to finish your beer and get us two more,” I said.

“That’s weak. Come on, dare me to do something sexy, like run outside naked.”

“Ok fine, I dare you to run outside naked,” I replied.

“Ok, but you can’t look,” she told me. I sighed and nodded, allowing her to play her little game.

I put my hand over my eyes and listened to her disrobe. She giggled the whole time. “Ok, I’m naked. But NO peeking,” she added. I heard her run over to the back door, and naturally peeked between my fingers.

I escort merter could only see her backside, but it was amazing. If you looked up “Nice ass” in an encyclopedia, Tiff’s backside would be there. Young, tight, firm, and free of any blemish, it was just big enough to be feminine. I shook my head a little, marveling at the wonders of youth and the fact that it was only 5 years ago I was routinely sleeping with girls her age.

I quickly recovered my eyes as she glanced over her shoulder. She laughed loudly as she opened the door, stepped outside, and then quickly ran back inside laughing. She ran back over by the fire, and said “you can open your eyes.”

I removed my hand and saw she was under her blanket, smiling happily. “Truth or Dare.”

“I’ll be bold, dare,” I replied.

“I dare you to strip naked for me while I watch.”

“I like how you put in the “while I watch” clause. Very clever of you young lady. Ok, fine, you asked for it…” I stood up and began removing my clothes, doing a sort of parody of a sexy strip tease. Tiff hooted and hollered encouragement as I removed my shirt and pants. Finally as I slid my boxers down her response was much more serious.

“Dang, that’s some dick you have there, James! You didn’t tell me you were packing!” Tiff exclaimed. I quickly slid under my own blankets. “You’re bigger than your boss, you know.”

I really wasn’t sure what to do with that information or why Tiff told me. It did serve to remind me that this was my boss’s mistress I was dealing with. At the same time, my male ego was happy to know I was more endowed than my boss.

“Truth or dare?” I asked, my heart still racing. Our little game seemed to have progressed, and I was ready to up the ante.

“Dare,” Tiff replied without hesitation. “Give me your best shot.”

“I dare you to suck my cock.”

I could hardly believe the words came out of my mouth. It was what we’d been teasing at almost since we first got into the car. But now it was out in the open, and Tiff had a decision to make. If she said no the game was over. Our flirtation would likely cease if we both knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Tiff looked me in the eye. She didn’t say anything. She simply stood up and dropped her blanket.

How do you fully describe the sensation of seeing a woman fully naked for the first time? How do you describe the insane, almost impossible sexiness of a 19 year old? The first thing I noticed were Tiff’s tits. They were small but lovely. In the ride home I convinced her that getting implants would ruin them. Her nipples were dark pink and very hard.

Tiff’s navel was pierced, her stomach naturally flat. Her hips curved out just enough to be sexy. Her pussy was totally bare of any hair, a fact that didn’t surprise me. The lips looked slightly puffy, and I could only imagine how it felt inside her at that moment.

Tiff put her hand on her hip and posed for me, allowing me to soak in the sight of her naked body. This was obviously a young woman who was used to men looking at her lustfully.

I slid my own blanket off my body. My cock was almost painfully hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. Tiff did her own appraising; I knew my body likely wasn’t as firm or ripped as some of her lovers, but I also knew my cock could probably compete with all but the biggest of them. Tiff seemed to be satisfied with what she saw, because she knelt down and positioned herself between my legs, her face near my erection.

Looking me in the eyes Tiff informed me, “You can come in my mouth whenever you want to, I love the taste. And yes, I swallow.” It was quite matter-of-fact, but I was touched by her consideration. I had been in the awkward position of receiving a blow job and wanting to get off, yet being unsure if I could cum in the giver’s mouth.

Tiff touched my erection for the first time with her small hand, causing me to jump. She smiled at me, and then focused her eyes back on my cock. She ran her fingers across me tenderly, as if to truly size me up and figure out what she was working with.

“Your cock has very soft skin,” she observed.

“Your fingers feel amazing,” I replied. It was true. She was doing very little to me, but even her gentle touch felt completely amazing.

Tiff wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to stroke it slowly. She alternated between staring intently at her hand, marveling at what she was doing, and staring me in the eyes, licking her lips seductively.

“Wasn’t the dare for a blowjob?” I asked. The fact was I didn’t want to get too worked up from just Tiff’s hand.

“You’re right,” Tiff agreed. With a beautiful smile, she pulled her long, straight light brown hair back behind her and then lowered her mouth, extending her tongue so it just touched the tip of my cock.

Shivers ran through my body as the nubile young woman began to lick my shaft. She obviously knew her was around a dick. She hit all the key points; the ridge of the crown, the sensitive spot beneath the opening, and even licked her way down to the portion of the shaft between my balls. She was smiling the whole time, and I could tell she wasn’t lying about genuinely enjoying sucking cock.

She licked one long stroke all the way from the bottom to the tip of my cock, then opened her mouth wide and took me into her mouth.

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Chapter 71 Boyfriend Problems

Mr. Hill pulled it out, right in front of my face. It was magnificent. Not just big. Not just beautiful. This was a giant, perfect appendage, a gorgeous seductive monster cock. I felt my mouth hang open, and heard myself making small mewling sounds as I was overwhelmed with adoration of this vision, this dream cock, the stuff of sexual obsession and nightmare. About half hard, it was easily eight inches, and looked to be as fat around as my wrist, at least.

“Oh, my sweet, ah Jesus …,” I whispered, mesmerized. “Fuck,” I gasped as I watched it grow and harden, fighting against its own weight to stand straight, ten at least now, the velvety purple head threatening menace and glory, the smooth veined shaft promising painful stretching, punishment and ecstasy.

I would fuck this cock. This was not one of my high school fuck buddies dick, this was a real man size cock. I had to have it, had to experience this giant. This legendary cock that would turn my pussy into a gaping bruised cunt. I imagined it in my mouth, stretching my lips around it, fantasized the huge head pushing into my throat, gagging me, orgasm as I choked on the greatest cock I had ever seen in my young life. I reached to it unconsciously, wrapping my hand around the base, not surprised to see my fingers didn’t reach, and I felt my pussy drench itself in anticipation. No, I thought, a pussy is for dicks, this beast of a cock deserves my cunt, to stretch me, split me open, and pound my cervix. No mercy. Beat my cunt until it screams, leave me bruised and sore, ruined for all dicks but this one.

I never had thought like this. Sex with the guys at school was good, satisfying. It was regular, with regular frequency, and a normal amount of adventure, I thought. Maybe a little extra effort when I’d had a date out with two of them. My sex drive was normal. regular.

Until now. My normal, controlled, proper sex drive had blown away like yesterday’s newspaper. I was consumed with lust, staring at this giant beast. I felt the desire in my pussy, my nipples, my chest, my stomach. Jesus Christ, my knees were weak.

I had to have it. My hand tightened, feeling the heat at the base of the shaft, felt the pulse of the beast, and my nipples tightened and hardened in response. I heard whimpering, a plaintive expression of desire, of need. I realized it was my, expressing my own surrender, and I panted in submission. I thought the man was speaking, asking for a decision, calling my name, Mara, Marca. I imagined the cock was calling; it called to my, called my by name, suck me Marca, it said, suck me Marca, and I heard a hungry grunting breath escape my lungs as my mouth opened, and touched the head, stretching my lips around the velvety crown, feeling the spongy firmness on my tongue, and still stretching, forcing my jaw open until it hurt, and then it was finally inside, and I pushed my head down onto the shaft.

I leaned forward barely aware of him opening his pants and undressing as he spoke. “I guess I was right so far,” I heard, “and you’ve made your decision.” I reached up with my other hand now, both of them grasping the thick meat, encircling the shaft, while I tried to force the remaining portion into my mouth. “Let’s see if I am right about the rest,” I heard him tease. I didn’t want to tease it and lick it, no. Not this one. Not this dream cock. I pulled my mouth off for just a moment.

“Oh, God, I want this cock,” I gasped out loud, grateful for the opportunity to express my desire out loud, and at the same time astounded at the words as they came out. I felt liberated, like I had been holding in a secret. “I want it in my mouth. I want it to fuck my mouth, to gag me.” I stroked the shaft with both hands, unable to let go, oblivious to all things but this throbbing cunt destroyer, my contact with it, my obsession for it; my need. I wondered briefly how I could lose my control so quickly, then forgot that person, the controlled woman, and surrendered to my craving.

He pulled his dick away and my hands flailed in the empty air, desperate to reconnect. My face inched forward as I leaned in, and he swung it at me, striking my face with it; I felt the impact, and the sensation shot through me, alerting my nipples, and pushing straight through to my clit and my pussy, making me wet. Again he struck me and I opened my mouth, trying to suck it, knowing I could never capture it. I could only be conquered by it, and I stopped trying to catch it, I held my head still and received the blows on my face, heard the slap of flesh on flesh, felt the heat as it struck me, and I whimpered, “Please,” and opened my mouth. “Please,” I repeated, opened again, offering my open mouth to the cock that I must have, must serve. “Ple-“, I began, but then my wish was granted and it pushed into my open mouth, and I moaned with delight.

It pushed in, and stretched my mouth wide, and still it pushed; it bounced against the back of my mouth, and where I would normally escort bahçelievler pull back, I gagged, and accepted, and was eager to have more, fulfilled by the punishment. Already my mouth ached, but as the head brutalized the back of my mouth, I inhaled, and it pushed my throat open, blocking my airway, forcing tears to my eyes as my throat tried to close on the massive intruder. My hands went between my legs to rub my pussy, to thrill at the stimulation I received at serving my new cock master, proud of my submission, my debased achievement. The cock head fucked my mouth a few strokes as I furiously rubbed my crotch. Then it pulled back, and I gasped for air, my mouth still open, ready for more, and eager for more, and proud of the service my mouth provided.

He grabbed me, his fingers entwined in the hair on either side of my head, and pushed his dick a long stroke into my, fucking open mouth. “Damn baby you got the longest legs I ever seen and your butt is so slim and tight. But best of all you got a set of tits to die for, all the guys in school want to fuck you don’t they sweet tits?”

I nod yes, I’ll tell him anything if he will just take care of me, and I want it so. “Do you like my cock?” he asked as he withdrew, holding it in front of my lips, angling my head so I must look at him as I answered. I dutifully looked him in the eyes, the sweet promising cockhead brushing my face and lips.

“Oh, yes,” the hoarse whisper came out.

“Out loud, Marca!”

“Yes,” I obeyed.

“Louder. Like you mean it.”

“Yes,” I said proudly, with desire.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I like your cock.” As I finished the statement he put it back into my mouth again. I groaned in delight as the massive shaft filled my mouth, pushed against my throat, gagging me, making my eyes tear, and withdrew. I stole a breath as he spoke, blinking the tears away, delighted at my debauchery.

“Do you love it?”

“M-mm, yeah, I love your beautiful cock.” Again he penetrated my mouth, this time a second and third time he pumped into me, then slowly sliding out as he spoke. I opened my eyes to see he held a cell phone, pointing at my.

“Do you want my cock?” Was he recording me? I tried to care, and found I couldn’t. All I cared about was getting stuffed by the meat stick poised at my lips. I licked the tip before answering.

“O-oo, yeah, I want it bad, I want it in my mouth,” lick, “and then I want it in my pussy.”

“You’re what?”

“My pus- my cunt. I want this,” slow lick, “fuck monster in my cunt.” I was stunned at my voice, my language, as he pushed into my mouth again, and I saw the cell phone pointed at me as my eyes closed, felt him fuck my mouth several long, full strokes, using my mouth, banging into my throat. I wondered if I would be sore, then I didn’t care, I wanted to be sore. He pulled out and my mouth made a wet slurping sound around the head as it emerged, and I moaned; my mouth denied it’s desire.

“Do you need my cock?” He continued slapping my face with it, and my mouth opened automatically every time it came near my face. “Tell me how you need it.” Another slap, then bouncing it off my lips, bruising my lips with its weight. “Tell me what you will do to have it.” I felt the heated mass striking my, the sensation heightening my desire, some kind of animal instinct, and I felt my answers pouring out of my effortlessly, as though I were possessed.

“Fuck me, I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll do fucking anything.” I tried to catch it with my mouth as it slapped at me. “I’ll suck it. I want to suck it, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Images came to me in my mind of things I would normally recoil at with a man old enough to be my father, but now suddenly desired. “I want to feel it coming in my mouth, shooting cum on my face, please. Just let me have this cock.” My desire steered me, my need propelled me. “Fuck me with it, fuck my slut cunt, I’ll be your slut, your cock-slave whore cunt, please, I need your cock.” It slapped my open mouth and I felt it brush my tongue, and the tingle went straight through my body to my nipples and clit. “I want to suck it after you fuck me, I want to taste my stretched pussy on this meat stick,” another lick, and I moaned in delight. “Fill me with cum, fill my slut cunt with your cum, and I’ll clean the cum off this beautiful monster and lick my cunt juice from your balls.” I couldn’t believe the things I was saying.

“Will you do whatever I tell you?”

“Yes,” I blurted, not thinking, not caring. What would he ask? What would I think of myself? What would Robert think? Remember Robert, I thought? “Anything you say, anything.”

“Will you suck my dick in public?”

“Yes, I don’t care, I’ll do it.” Fuck, I thought, would I really do that?

“You will, in front of people … while they watch?”

“Yes.” Then, instead of potential fear, the idea of being watched started to excite my. Watching me suck this monster. “Yes, istanbul bayan escort I want them to see me.”

“You want other men watching?”

“Yes.”

“Even your boyfriend? Would you suck my cock in front of your boyfriend?”

I startled for a moment, then forgot myself, lost myself in my selfish uncontrollable need, all the while my eyes darting from his face to the object of my lust, poised at my mouth. Fuck, Mr. Hill wanted to fuck me in front of his son, Robert? “Yes, please, anything. I’ll suck your cock in front of Robert, make him watch, let him see me swallow this monster down my throat, eat your cum, yes.”

“Will you fuck me in front of him?”

An image came to my head of Robert watching this monster stretch and ruin my cunt, and I imagined his face, the horror, and the — excitement?

“Fuck, yeah, fuck me while he watches, let him see this beauty stretch me open, make him see it go where his dick goes, just fuck me with it.” I felt the shift twitch in my hands, and I licked the head, and trembled with excitement. Would Robert watch me? Would he be angry? Would he like it?

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and I did, wide, waiting in anticipation for the massive tool to penetrate my face. He pushed it in, and I swooned in relief as the shaft filled my mouth. He pulled out.

“Look at me.” I looked up, the cockhead resting at my lips, my tongue darting out, flicking the pre-cum oozing at the tip. He was holding the cell phone at me. “Tell me your name, then tell me what you want. What you will do”

“My name is Marca,” I said to the phone, knowing it was recording video, not caring. “I want to be a slut for this beautiful cock. I will do anything to have it in my slut mouth and cunt.” I licked the head, swirled my tongue around it, looking directly into the phone.

“Good,” he said, then pulled back from me, and turning, pushed a few buttons on the phone, then held it to his ear. I sat on the bed, watching him, phone up, pants undone, giant cock, semi-hard. “Yeah,” he said in the phone, “I got it, come in.”

I thought, Come in? Who is he talking to?

The door open and there stood Robert, my boyfriend, we had been dating just a few weeks. I saw the hurt look on his face and I looked at his father, Mr. Hill, I saw the smirk look on his face. Mr. Hill turned to look at his son in the door way.

“Son I told you she was a slut, shit she is a whore, you think this is the kind of woman you want for a wife?”

Robert just lowered his head and mumbled no, he turned and went back out of the room and down the hall. I looked up at the asshole father of I guess my ex-boyfriend.

“You bastard you said we were alone, you said he had gone to visit your ex, his mother for the weekend!”

“Hey big tits, I had to show my boy what kind of whore you are, what kind of woman you will be if he married you. You had him fooled, fucking everyone but him, making him the laughing stock of the school, telling him you loved him and you wanted to save yourself until you two were married, you fucking cunt!”

Just then I heard Robert’s motorcycle start and he was pulling out of his father’s garage and with that loud squeal of tires he was gone down the street and I guess out of my life. But I had one big problem facing me, Mr. Hill’s big cock was still in front of me and I was still naked on the bed in his guest bedroom.

“I guess you want me to go, get out of here?”

“It looks to me baby you are hot for cock, don’t you need some cock?” I pop open my eyes wider and my moth makes the big ‘O’ shape as I nod yes.

“You’re going to fuck me?” His eyes looked down at my slit, my juicy cunt and I lean back and spread my legs wide and used both hands to part my pussy lips and show him my pink.

His face went straight for my cunt. His tongue licked up and down my slit before working its way into my cunt. I use one had to pull my lips wider apart and the other I use to guild his head deeper into my teenage cunt.

“MMMMNNHHHHH… THAT FEELS SO GOOD … OH GOD … I THINK I’M CUMMING!!!!!!” M. Hill reached up and played with my breasts while his tongue worked its way deeper into my cunt.

Once I came down from my post orgasmic euphoria, reality started sinking in. “Marca you want to spend the night?”

“What about Robert, is he coming back?”

“Honey you and my son are history, so what if he comes back?”

I gave him a dirty look and stuck my tongue out at him as he chuckled. “I should probably call my parents to let them know. I don’t think it should be a problem, though.”

“Good. Call your parents and let me talk to one of them. I pick up his house phone in the bedroom and dial home.

“Hey mom I’m over at Roberts place, Mr. Hill has invited me to have dinner with him and Robert can I spend the night?”

“Damn Marca are you still leading that boy on? Are you still playing the sweet virgin?”

“Yes … oh thanks mom, I’ll be home in escort halkalı the morning.” I looked up and Mr. Hill motion for me to give him the phone.

“Mom, Mr. Hill wants to speak to you, hold on.”

I walked out of the bedroom o go pee and heard Mr. Hill tell my mother that he was grilling steaks and had a bottle of wine for the 3 of us to drink with dinner and didn’t want me to drive home late. I came back in the room and he was laughing and kidding my mother about how pretty I was and how she could pass as my sister, the asshole. After a few minutes he winked at me and gave me back the phone.

“Hey mom, so I’ll be home in the morning.”

“Marca he sounds nice is he good looking?”

“Yes …!” I turn my back on Mr. Hill and took a few steps away.

“You need to tell me all about him when you get home, be careful, love you baby.”

“Me too, bye!”

As I talked to mom I saw Mr. Hill take his clothes off. I hung up and I sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows. I started massaging my breasts as I smiled and gave him a sexy look. I took each breast and l lifted them to my mouth and sucked my nipples into my mouth. I bit each one and then pinched the nipples and continued massaging my breasts. I then let my hands travel down my stomach to my pussy. I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, getting it very wet. I then opened up my slit with one hand while my fingers on my other hand entered my pussy. I pushed my fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then growing faster. I heard Mr. Hill moan, and I looked up to see him jacking his cock. He was watching my hands on my pussy very closely. I took my fingers out of my pussy, and brought them up to my mouth while I watched Mr. Hill’s eyes follow my hand. I sucked my fingers into my mouth while our eyes met. He crawled up on the bed to me and kissed me. He took my hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth one at a time.

“That was incredible. You been making my son go crazy not letting him have any pussy, you bad girl you. The poor boy comes home from a date with you and I hear him jerking off in his bathroom!” I giggled and run a finger over my pussy lips. “Will I have let him touch my tits a few times, once I let him kiss a nipple, but stopped him, he was not being a gentleman I told him.”

“All this time you been fucking other guys behind his back … fuck you are the bad one!”

“Mr. Hill you got me over here to break Robert and me up, not because I’m a nasty cum dump, but because you wanted my pussy all for yourself, didn’t you?”

“I been going nuts wanting to fuck you since I first saw you and after I found out you were fucking around I can’t resist you anymore. I have to have you.”

With that he pulled me by my legs until I was lying flat on the bed. He then lifted my long tan legs until they were on his shoulders. His cock head slowly entered my cunt, and he worked it in and out slowly, he was almost teasing me with it watching my face as he moved.

“Play with your breasts for me, Marca.” I did. I took them into my hands and pinched my nipples, hard. I pulled them and stretched them and massaged them. Mr. Hill was watching very intently. His pushed in a little and I moaned … “Oh yes, oh that feels so gooood!”

“Not too big for you baby?”

I roll my head from side to side and mumbled … “I like them big, big and fat, just like you are … mmm … do me!”

He pushed in deeper and I felt his balls hit my ass cheeks. I look up and with wide eyes say, “Oh you are big, got to be a good 9 inches.” “Damn baby that is right on the money, I’m 9 inches, what is the biggest cock you ever had?”

“Oh Mr. Hill don’t ask me that.”

“You want me to pull out and send you home girl?”

“Oh you wouldn’t?”

“Tell me how who and when.”

I looked at him and giggled … “how big, 12 inches, like a big summer sausage, who … coach Cook, when, last winter after one of the basketball games … he gave me and another cheerleader a ride home. He dropped her at her home first than took me home and I let him have some in my driveway, mom and dad were out of town.”

“Is he that black coach?”

Oh fuck this will turn him off, me getting it on with a black guy, shit, shit … you done it girl.

“Was he good?”

“He had a nice cock, but if he knew what to do with it, it would have been better!”

Hill chuckled and started pumping into me and I groan as he went back to giving me the big rod. After a few minutes of my m moaning and telling him and the world how good it was he, his pounding became more insistent. I took my left breast into my mouth, sucking my nipple. My eyes met with his again and I could see the lust in his eyes. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“That’s my girl. I can’t hold out much longer. Your cunt is so tight. It feels so good on my cock.” His thumb started playing with my clit, which sent me over the edge.

“AGGHHH!!!! I’M CUMMING HARD!!!! OH GOD, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!”

My pulsing pussy started milking his cock. He pulled out and shot his load all over my face and hair. When his cock was spurting his warm cream, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. “That was incredible.” He turned my face towards him, and kissed me.

I kissed him back and said. “I think we should take a shower to clean up.”

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Mistress and Commander – The Far Side of the World

Margarethe’s eyes flicked over the Fathometer, then the tach, then out to the range markers, the buoys, the GPS, then back to the Fathometer, the buoys, the tach. Her left hand rested on the throttles, the knobs gripped loosely. Her right hand held the wheel, moving it scarcely an inch. She was whistling through her teeth “March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order? March, march….”

She flicked her eyes one last time, like a whip, taking in all the instruments, left hand to the clutch, reversing the twin Volvo Penta Diesels, then easing the throttle forward, watching as Dread Sovereign walked sedately to her marks.

Then, her hands moving like a three-card Monte dealer’s, spinning the wheel, stopping the Diesels, flicking on the loudhailer and calling, “Let go forrad!” Almost faster than thought she called, “Let go, aft.” Then “snug her up, take in, make fast, secure all hands.” Dread Sovereign settled to her mooring like a woman giving in to her lover, just the feeling Margarethe wanted to feel.

Again the loudhailer, “Report to the wheelhouse!”

After a quick knock on the mahogany door, it flew open without another word, and Jenny and Robin walked quickly to the steps below the bridge and waited.

“That was better than the fucking disaster you pulled out of your collective ass at Carriacou, but not by much. You slobs, I’ll have you dancing at the gratings the next time you enter port like a clap-ridden Chris-Craft. Now tell me your damned troubles, and make it quick. I need a large capairiñha, sweet and strong like me, and two good orgasms. Jenny make the first report and Robin give me the second. Now talk fast!”

“Mistress,” said Jenny, “I have no Kotex, and my period is due. Please Mistress, may I go ashore and buy them?”

“No, you don’t deserve them, but I won’t have you trailing your damned menstrual blood all over my ship. I’ll have the chandler send them with our order. Ferreira can do some work, it might be a novel experience, the bugger charges e-fucking-nough. He’d best get plenty, we aren’t going home for a while. Robin!”

“Mistress,” he said, “nothing, the stores-required list is complete and can be sent to Ferreira when you direct. When do you wish to refuel?”

“Tomorrow noon will do very well. Get the Harbourmaster on the blower and get Sovereign alongside the fueling buoy by 1145. Scan and e-mail the stores-required to Ferreira. Now get weaving!”

Margarethe had chosen Recife as a convenient fueling and restocking port. 120 days out from London, the Diesels working perfectly after the major overhaul, the VanDerBeeke generator cured of its coughing fits, and the worst of the Caribbean long behind.

The only problem was the lubberly slobs of a crew. Jenny was a strong little thing, for all she weighed eight stone soaking wet. Her seasickness gone, she could work, but took twice the time and triple the energy going about it. Robin was no sailor; a fine rounded butt, utterly floggable, and a pendulous scrotum and long narrow cock made for CBT might be just the thing (pun intended) for a long voyage, but he could not “hand, reef and steer/and ship a selvagee”, whatever the hell Gilbert meant by all that gibberish.

Entering Carriacou, Dread Sovereign had overshot her mooring because Sweet Robin was too slow with the fore anchor. Then Dread Sovereign (DS–how appropriate!) had to be reversed at the risk of parting the stern anchor lines that Jenny had properly gotten overside, and ended that leg of the cruise bobbing and dipping like an overweight woman crossing a cobblestone street. Margarethe was furious, and Robin’s contrition was wasted.

“On your hands and knees, garbage! Call yourself a seaman, do you? The only seaman about you comes out of your jerked-off skinny-ass cock!”

The cat descended on Robin’s lower back. He knew better than to cry out anything but “One, Sir!” The next scored a welt on the backs of his legs, and he counted “Two, Sir!”. The next over his kidneys, and he couldn’t control the yelp that parted his clenched teeth. “You booby-mouthed whaleshit, you’ll cry out, will you!” and she pried his knees apart and drove the cat under him, so several lashes caught his balls. He screamed and fell forward, writhing in pain, held up only by the ropes around his wrists that held him against the teakwood grating on the Great Cabin floor.

“You’ll be quite the boy soprano,” sneered Margarethe. “How about giving us a chorus of ‘The Little Drummer Boy’? Only you won’t be a boy, will you, shit?”

She flogged him again on the upper back, again hard on his buttocks.

The she ordered, “Jenny, cut the useless swab out escort beykent of his bonds, and see to his cuts. And send him to bed without dinner. I’ll see to him later. Now, when you’re done with Popeye the Non-Sailorman, you can cook dinner for me and you, and lubricate your ass. You’re dessert.”

Now in Recife, anchored properly (although no evolution was ever performed to Margarethe’s satisfaction), it was time to relax. The voyage from the Caribbean had been long, though, while they had dodged the midsummer storms, they had not had the restful sailing Margarethe wanted.

Time now to enjoy Recife’s beaches, to replenish stores and fuel, to down a wee bit of Turbinado sugar, muddled lime, a splash or two of soda water, and a few litres of chachaça, and roasted beef and pork. And to play at leisure with her slaves.

Jenny brought the capairiñha. She had used the last of the vodka (thereby transmuting the drink into a Caipiroska, a Russian capairiñha) and had found some fresh limes (the Devil knows where, thought Margarethe; the girl is a marvel, and she eats champion cunt into the bargain). It’s good to be a Mistress, thought Margarethe as she sipped the drink, with a few million pounds in the bank and another few million under my feet.

Margarethe took seriously her responsibilities. Dread Sovereign and her crew were a trust, a burden, an obligation honorably accepted and honorably to be discharged. Hong Kong may have built Dread Sovereign, but England crewed her. Margarethe, Lubeck-born and descendant of Hansa captains, respected her ship, as she respected the sea and the sky. Hers it was, in the ancient words of the marine insurer, ” the good shippe or vessel Dread Sovereign, whereof is Mistresse, under God, Margarethe Maria Ehrenreich von Schuldig, the said shippe or vessel’s hull, rig, gear, tackle, trim, Crewe and all Merchandize, accoutrements and Furniture whatsoever”. Hers to command, hers to serve, and she need answer only to herself and Der Allmächtiger Herr Gott. But it would be heavy to answer if she failed so much as one hair’s-breadth from her duty.

“Mistress,” came Jenny’s voice from the galley, “if so please you, dinner is served.”

“Very well, Jenny. Stand to!”

Jenny approached the gimbaled table. She set on it the tureen of stewed lamb, root vegetables and broth. She quickly fetched the steins and placed them next the plates and cutlery. She stood back and bowed her head. Robin came forward, in clean shorts and singlet, and stood to attention. He abruptly bowed his head as well.

“Almighty Father, bless this food and us to your service, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, Amen” said Margarethe. “Serve!”

Jenny served out the food, poured the cold lager, and waited her Mistress’ order.

“Seats!” snapped Margarethe.

They sat. Margarethe waited until Jenny and Robin each had first taken a spoonful of the stew and eaten it. A Mistress’ duty is to make sure her crew, even her slaves, have been fed first. In her heart were the words of the great Slim of Burma, spoken as if the Allmächtiger Herr Gott spoke them to her: “You will neither eat, nor drink, nor sleep, nor smoke, nor even sit down until you have personally seen that your men have done those things. If you will do this for them, they will follow you to the end of the world. And, if you do not, I will break you.”

“And it’s to the end of the world I will take them, and do my duty to them,” thought Margarethe, eating the stew hungrily. At the wheel all day, she had had a slice or two of re-baked bread, cheese with the mould pared off, and some water, and nothing else, while sending the crew to their meals. Baked beans on toast with bottled lemon juice in water were hardly enough for a working crew by day, but the re-stocking would begin tomorrow, and a feast was in order.

Margarethe thought of broiled pork chops, red cabbage sauerkraut, boiled potatoes with butter dripping from them, cold dark St Pauli Girl, and a real eisbecher with fresh strawberries and chocolate sauce. Then an Uppman perfecto, and then she would play, biting Jenny’s little fraises-du-bois nipples, slapping her thin English cheeks both facial and rectal, then using the vibrator (must get some more batteries, make sure Robin the Fool has them on the re-stocking list and beat his ass if he doesn’t) and her finger and tongue on Jenny’s thin warm cunt. Then the strap-on (dear old Schwarz Max) in Jenny’s thin little ass. Finally, Jenny’s mouth on her clitoris would finish her. Jenny would hum “Land of Hope and Glory” as Margarethe exploded her ejaculate into Jenny’s mouth.

“Robin, you have the first watch. Take a couple of ibuprofen if you’re still sore from last night. Jenny, I’ll fuck you now, and you can take the next watch. Then call me, and I’ll take over. Standing orders are in force from now; call me if in doubt at any time.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Try a sailor-like istanbul escorts ‘Aye aye, Mistress'”, said Margarethe with a smile.

“Aye aye, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Now, our lubberly lover, get up on deck.”

“Aye aye, Mistress,” Robin said, turning to go.”

“Standing orders in effect. Call me at any time if in doubt, which is your usual condition. When Jenny relieves you, go to sleep at once and don’t jerk off, even assuming your balls have recovered from last night. I need you for re-stocking and refueling tomorrow, although God alone knows why I shipped a worthless shit like you. I must be losing my fucking grip. If I find you have jerked off, I’ll give your prostate a pinch you’ll never forget. If you even think of touching Jenny, first kiss your balls goodbye. Now go.”

“Aye aye, Mistress.” Jenny’s commiserating glance followed Robin on deck.

“Now, Jenny, let’s go.”

Mistress’ stateroom was well aft, the queen-sized bed taking up most of the space, with the electronics cabinet and the clothes locker taking the rest. Margarethe went into the ensuite bathroom (too grand to be called a mere “head”), dropped her trousers and underpants, and called to Jenny, “Here, love.” Jenny knelt in front of Margarethe and placed her hands below her Mistress’ cunt. Margarethe pissed contentedly over Jenny’s hands, emptying her bladder with a sigh. “Now wipe.” Jenny ran her hands over Margarethe’s pussy, then rose, washed and dried her hands with the fresh water from the faucet, and when Margarethe stood, knelt again and licked her pussy clean.

Margarethe removed her blouse and pants. Her underclothes went next, and her cap had been taken below before dinner and placed handy to her bed. She ran her hands over her full breasts, glad of the end of the restraint under which they had been all the hot day. Jenny undressed quickly, folding her clothes and placing them on the deck next the bed, and got into bed. Margarethe joined her.

Jenny kissed Margarethe. The strong flavor of the Uppman perfecto caused Jenny’s stomach to lurch as though in a seaway, but she recovered, and kissed her way down Margarethe’s body. She suckled the heavy breasts, taking nipple and aureole deep into her mouth like a suckling child and reveling in the swelling response to her mouth. She butterfly-kissed the athletic chest and stomach, and buried her face in Margarethe’s black, wiry public hair.

She licked Margarethe’s pussy, starting with the firm outer lips, going to the already wet inner lips and then the clitoris. Margarethe orgasmed hard, wetting Jenny’s face.

Then Jenny’s finger lightly, gently, with the care of a mother touching a newborn, entered Margarethe’s hidden scared space. Jenny’s finger traced the firm hymen, gently exploring it. Mistress was a virgin queen, indeed. A Dread Sovereign.

Margarethe swiftly grabbed Jenny, turned her onto her back, and roughly inserted three fingers in jenny’s cunt. “Take it, bitch!” she said. Margarethe roughly hand-fucked Jenny through two orgasms. Then came Schwarz Max, strapped on tight and lubed up good. Jenny grunted at the thick black rubber shaft drove into her anal sphincter, pushed through it, and continued driving until Margarethe grunted her orgasm.

Slipping out of her, Margarethe whispered tenderly, “Get some sleep now, my darling, my love,” kissing her.

Margarethe seemed hardly to have dozed when “Mistress!” Robin’s cry sounded through the loudspeaker above the bed. Margarethe sat up in a flash and shouted, “Was hat gefallen?” She lost English while returning to consciousness, pulling on sportsbra, shirt and shorts.

“Mistress, there’s a man in the water, I rescued him with the boathook but I need help getting him onboard.”

“Damn the boy if this is a trick by pirates or wharf rats to storm my ship,” snapped Margarethe, grabbing the Walther PPK in her left hand and the AK-74 in her right. She raced on deck, Jenny half-naked tumbling after her.

It was no ruse. The harbor was brightly lit and the noise from the dockside bars was scarcely less than in daylight. But there was only the man, black-skinned, big-muscled, barely able to keep head above water.

“Get him aboard.” Margarethe secured the weapons, keeping them handy. Then their combined efforts brought the man on board. He was unable to speak, breathing in short, stentorian gasps. His clothes showed long exposure in the harbor.

“Let’s get his clothes off and see what’s the matter with him, although dammit, I don’t know what we can do for him at this hour without a doctor or medicines.”

They peeled off the dripping wet shirt and cheap jeans. His shoes, if he ever had any, were gone, as were any socks. His underwear was worn and cheap-looking, but clean. Jenny took the clothes to the clothes washer and started the machine. Meanwhile, an inspection of the man’s pockets had turned out a comb, a wallet with soaked bills and papers, and a few small escort rus coins.

They brought him below and spread him on towels on the large settee.

“Mistress,” whispered Jenny, “look at his cock.”

It was almost blue, so black was the skin. It measured not less than eight inches long and was extended to maximum length; the veins stood out as if to burst the skin.

“Bloody hell,” said Robin.

“What the Hell do you mean by speaking, oaf?” snapped Margarethe.

“Mistress, please, pardon, but this man must have been bitten by a Brazilian banana spider.”

“Oh bloody fucking hell, pull the other one, it’s got bells on!”

“No, Mistress, truly. Difficulty breathing and a massive stiffy-poo, it all fits. Look on the Internet. Try Phoneutria nigriventer.”

“All right then, sparky, but if you’re taking even the tiniest Michael, you don’t know what pain is. Keep him calm and I’ll look.”

Going to her stateroom, grabbing and booting her iPhone, Margarethe hastily returned. A Mistress doesn’t leave her post for long when there are sick or wounded aboard, whether passenger, crew or castaway. She quickly ran the search, and smiled at Robin.

“Spot on, boy, your next punishment’s scrubbed. Now happily our chappie here might make to morning alive, only ten reported deaths out of 10,000 bites, and this one’s in fine health,” she said, inspecting his still-burgeoned tool. “If I wanted to part with Virginia, I’d use him. But I’ll be keeping Virginia, so perhaps in my ass….”

The man was still breathing harshly, exhausting himself with his gasps. “Breath deprivation during sex,” said Margarethe, thoughtfully, “I’ve never done that before. Get the lube, Robin, I’ll be first. Jenny, dry him off.” Jenny plied the towels briskly. Apparently, the man had regained consciousness but could not speak.

They rolled the man to his side, he being too exhausted to react. He looked stunned, barely comprehending his surroundings.

“It’s all right, old chap,” said Margarethe soothingly, “No one here speaks Portuguese, but you’re among friends–oh yes you are, ducky! Robin, see if you can get another punishment scrubbed by lubing me well.”

Addressing their castaway, she said, “Now here’s a welcome aboard.”

Margarethe pulled down the shorts she had hastily donned when she ran on deck, armed and ready. The weapons had been placed handy to her, but far enough away from their guest so as to discourage any inconsiderate action. Robin opened the tube of Astroglide (better make sure he orders some more tomorrow, I mean today, don’t want to run out in the Sargasso Sea or off Cape Horn, bloody inconvenient and no good Boots in Tierra del Fuego, thought Margarethe) and applied a healthy two-fingers-full to Margarethe’s anus, entering her rosebud and massaging firmly.

“Keep it up, laddie, and I might do the same for you some time, before you get Schwarz Max.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Margarethe lay down on the large settee and moved against the man, now lying on his side, his breaths slightly more even but his cock still extended. She spread her buttocks, moved against him and ordered Robin and Jenny, “All hands, docking maneuver and don’t fuck this one up.”

They helped Margarethe to thrust herself against the concrete pillar of the man’s cock, and bury it with a quick buck of her hips. Margarethe made short work of her first orgasm, firmly rubbing her clitoris as she butted hard into the monolith engulfed in her anus.

“Time to take my time,” she said, and gently rotated herself over and around his shaft, fingering her dripping cunt and licking her juices from her fingers. She reached back and ran her hand over his balls, carefully squeezing each one and pulling at his scrotum. She orgasmed, and pulling him out of her rapidly, stood up.

The man ejaculated, strangling and grunting. His cock did not slacken in the least.

“Clean up his mess, but be careful! He might have enough virus in his cum to take out the bloody Lifeguards and the Queen’s Own Fucking Highlanders.”

Turning to the man, she said, “Ho, me hearty, I’d shanghai your black ass in a minute, but I dinna’ fancy a Brazilian jail–although some of the girls might be fun–aye, weel, this’ll no pey the rint,” Margarethe lapsed into what she thought was a comic dialect, and none of her hearers criticized her.

“Anybody want my leavings? He’s still hard as the main prop shaft on the Queen Mary. But use a bag–no glove, no love.”

Robin took the Astroglide, applied it to himself, and slipped a Rough Rider onto the man’s still-erect cock. “Never neglect an opportunity,” he said.

Margarethe slapped Robin’s face hard. “Wha the fook asked ye?” she snapped, still in the dialect. But Robin was soon at the jig-a-jig with his partner, whose breathing was returning slowly to normal limits, and so was lost to outside influence.

Margarethe took Robin’s modest but useful cock in her hand and furiously, roughly masturbated him. “If you shoot on my shorts I’ll make you lick them clean and wear clamps on your balls. But no clamps tomorrow–girl, you gotta work tomorrow!”

Robin ejaculated into his own hand, which he moved between his slit and Mistress’ hand. The man came again, less vigorously than before.

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We met in a bar. Weirdly. Like an actual bar. It’s an odd place to meet, this bar specifically, because it’s a little old for me, and a little young for you, but we’re both at after-work drinks, so for a while on a Friday evening it fits for both of us, I guess.

I’m at the bar getting everyone drinks when you say hi next to me, and that you can get that for me if I like.

I go, “Um, probably not. I’m kind of getting a round.”

And you look like you’re about to say you’ll get them all, and then you notice the tray in front of me and all the glasses on it. There’s a lot of glasses, and I’m probably not worth that much of a showing-off gesture, so you don’t.

Or you realize that would be just be total money wankeryness and think better of it. Maybe that.

So you don’t insist, anyways, and I go back to getting drinks, and I waste the bartender’s time for ages, because it’s a big table, and half the people gave me money, and it’s got quite complicated. Because half the people I’m with are actually drinking properly and taking turns to pay, so I have a handful of money from one person for them. But also, a few are like me and just having one more, so I have money for single drinks, too. And I don’t drink, so I don’t join in shouts, ever, because that just isn’t fair. And yes this is all stupidly complicated, and was kind of my mistake. Like I was going to the bar anyway for me and I asked if anyone wanted more, and somehow it turned getting drinks for everyone. With complications.

So anyways, it takes a while. And I’m kind of going, here’s a ten for the beer and a twenty for those two wines, and can I have change separately please, and this is for all the rest of it.

And you watch. And I just kind of assume you hate me at this point. Because of how long I’m taking, and how you got stuck there next to me while I do all this.

So I’m sort of avoiding noticing you, but mostly not really thinking about you. I pay, and start to pick up the tray of drinks, and you say, “Let me.”

I kind of stop, and realize you’re still there, and not annoyed, and go, “Oh okay.”

And that actually works better, anyway, since I can carry all the money separately, keeping track of whose is what, and once we’re back at the table I can hand people their glasses without needing to push all the empties out the way to put the tray down first.

So that all works quite well.

Except now I’m back escort yenibosna at the table with a guy no-one knows and everyone’s looking at you, all kind of nosey.

Which I suddenly realise.

And you’re a lot older than me, too, which is kind of making you obvious.

And I suddenly realise that too.

Um, older as in technically maybe old enough to be my father. So not really, unless you were a very young father, probably, but still, maybe technically. Which is actually kind of sexy that you’re hitting on me, anyway.

So sexy, but right now, everyone is still looking at us.

So I say to them, “I need to take the tray back.”

Someone says they don’t think the bar minds.

“Nope,” I say. “They asked.” I look at you. “And you need to help me.”

Something like that, anyway. I tow you back towards the bar, mainly to get us out of sight of everyone else, so I get us around a corner and then stop and look at you.

Because you’re older than me. And that isn’t bad. Because I’m kind of in the right mood for it somehow, and I don’t know why it’s a mood thing, but it is.

And I’ve been with guys your age before. Um, which I should actually write about but haven’t yet, but I will. So I mean, I don’t specifically have some older guy thing, but at the same time, I don’t not. As in, I think sometimes that the kind of man who actually hits on younger women in bars well, I think they suit me better. Like they get my particular way of being sulky and smart and needy and perverted. Basically. Go read Evie’s Job if this doesn’t make sense.

So I look at you, and decide I am kind of interested, actually, and you obviously are too, since you’re following me around.

I’m standing around the corner, kind of hiding, with a wall behind my back. I reach over, and hold your jacket, and kind of pull you closer to me. I pull you close, and then I say, “I’ll fuck you if you spank me first.”

Just because. Because I feel like it. Because being that brave and forward and sexy is well, sexy. And because I can, when you’re this much older than me. I just can. Because your age means I can basically do anything I like.

And as well, because that’s what I suddenly want to do right now. I just feel like it. I sometimes just really like being spanked by an older guy, for whatever slightly weird and kinky reason.

Don’t think about bayan escort it. Seriously. I just do.

So anyways, I say that, and you look slightly shocked, like a normal person would, and then kind of look at me, like stopping and thinking to make sure you’re sure I actually just said that, I assume.

So I just stand there and wait. Because the being sexy. And mysterious I guess. And because I’m assuming it’ll take you a second to realize I did actually say that, and do actually mean it.

“Do you want to?” I say.

“All right.”

“Now?” I say.

You nod.

So I go and tell the people I’m with that I’m leaving, and I guess you do too, and I find you back at the bar and we go.

And you drive. I remember that. Because I wondered if perhaps you shouldn’t, because we’re in a bar, but you seem okay, so never mind.

You drive, and we go to your house. You ask if that’s okay, and it is, so we go. I don’t say much. I just sit there getting horny while we drive, basically, because thinking about what we’re going to do, and this, and sex, and sex with someone I just met, and all of that. Which means I’m kind of getting myself thinky-wet just looking out the window and having inane pointless conversation with you about what I do and what you do and all that unsexy boring crap.

So by the time we get to your place I’d pretty much just fuck you in the car. But I don’t. I kiss you instead, and then we go inside, still kissing.

You kiss well. I can’t actually remember much else about you, like the shape of your cock or your voice or what colour your eyes were, but you kiss well. You kiss well enough I keep kissing and don’t stop, except to take off shoes and find the bedroom and stuff like that.

You sort of move me to the bed, not quite pushing but not quite not, and I sit down, and you kneel down, and I realize you’re going to go down on me.

“Wait,” I say. “Spank me first.”

You seem surprised. “You still want me to?”

I nod.

You kneel there for a moment, and seem a bit helpless and unsure. Which you hadn’t a second ago, so oops, my bad.

“Please?” I say.

You think, then ask what to do.

I show you. “Sit on there,” I say, and stand up, and you do.

“I’m going to lie on you,” I say, and I do that.

I’m wearing a dress or a skirt, I forget which, so I take my undies off and lie across you, then I escort kayaşehir put my arm behind my back and say, “Hold me down with that.”

You do. I probably have to say harder, actually hold me down. I’m not sure. You hold me properly in the end.

“Hit me,” I say. “Hit my ass.”

And you do.

You slide up my skirt, which is sexy in itself, that sliding slipperiness and knowing what happens next. You slide it up, then hit me a few times, and you do it gently first, because I don’t know, everyone does. You hit me gently, patting almost, but it’s still kind of sexy. You caring enough not to hurt me by mistake is actually weirdly sexy too. Like, I’d rather be hurt by someone considerate hitting me harder and harder until it hurts, than carelessly hurt by an unthinking asshole.

Um, I guess I want corrupted nice boys not actual bad boys? Maybe?

Anyways, you hit me, and I say harder, and that’s good, and you can do it harder, and I lie there, and get even more turned on, because the sheer sexy wrongness of being spanked by someone old enough to be my father.

Yep, I find that hot, I’m sorry. But I mean, seriously, all of this, everything here? That’s hardly like the worst thing.

So anyways, you spank me, and I get all turned on and can’t wait, so I reach between us with the hand you aren’t holding, because your leg isn’t in quite the right place to fuck it, so I reach down and push my fingers against myself and masturbate as you spank me.

I come. I do pretty quickly because I’m been thinking horny all the way here. I come, then kind of shake my other arm free of your hand and kind of slide off you, slide onto my knees in front of you, on the floor.

I suck you off. Because I’m happy and feeling sexy and I just came and why not. I keep masturbating too, because my hand was just there. So suck you off slowly, looking up at you, and you say polite wonderful things about how nice it is and how good I look, or whatever. I make you come in my mouth, and on my face a bit too, mainly so you can see it there, and I can wipe it off with my fingers, and all of that.

I stand up, and kiss you, and you kiss me even with your come on my mouth.

So that’s good.

I kiss you then you kind of get all old-dude polite and ask if I want a drink or anything and I say yep and we basically just talk for a while. Which is actually kind of fun too.

And we fuck again later, because me being polite, but it really is just fucking for your sake, because you want to, and that first time was what I wanted from you. But that time was fun too. The whole thing was fun, and nice, and we do stuff a few more times, and I’m glad I met you. Which is really all you can hope for in a casual hook-up, I guess.

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Winter time is a tough time for Harley owners. Unless you live in the deep south, it is too cold to ride. Most winterize their motorcycle for the winter. Morgan and I were no different.

With no opportunity to ride, we decided to take an extended weekend getaway for Valentine’s. Our relationship had been going great and we decided to take a vacation. The destination we picked was a swank resort in Cabo.

Wednesday was travel day. We spent most of the day on airplanes and in airports. Once we checked in we toured the resort, got our bearings, and then went into town for dinner and some drinks. This was about relaxing and the first day was great.

Thursday was a pool day. No specific plans but to sit poolside, read, have a few umbrella drinks, and relax. We slept in, had a late breakfast, and then headed to the pool. Morgan looked awesome in a cute but modest bikini. For her age, she looked amazing still turning many heads as we found two lounge chairs for the day. We settled in for the day with Morgan reading her book and me splitting my time between a book, my phone, and people watching.

It was not long before an attractive twenty something took the empty lounge chair next to Morgan. She caught my eye early, so my heart fluttered a little bit when she slowed in front of us and asked if anyone was using that chair. Morgan said “no” and she set down her stuff. She introduced herself as Chloe (rhymes with Joey). I have to admit that she looked quite sexy in her flower bikini. My best guess was 34C but what do I know.

As it turns out, Chloe had been there a few days. It started as a retreat for her and her best friend from college, but the friend had an emergency at home and caught the first flight out. Chloe decided to stay by herself just to relax and enjoy the sunshine and warm temps.

About an hour in I decided I needed a drink. I asked the ladies if they were interested and took their orders. I made my way to the bar. As I waited for our drinks, I could not help but notice that Morgan got up from her chair. It turns out that Chloe had asked Morgan if she could put sunscreen on her back. Morgan unhooked Chloe’s bikini top and lathered her up. Our drinks arrived and I made my way back to the chairs.

With her bikini top undone, I put Chloe’s drink on the pool deck next to her. She gave me a gracious “thank you” and went back to sunning herself. Morgan and I toasted to the day and settled in.

It wasn’t long until it was time to re-load. Morgan finished her drink and gave me the wink. Three more drinks for the group. This time, it was Morgan’s turn. I watched as they continued their small talk, only to observe Chloe get up to assist Morgan. Chloe undid Morgan’s top and slathered sunscreen all over her back. I was watching from the bar, with a tingle in my pocket. I was in no hurry to get back.

Not only did Chloe lather sunscreen on Morgan’s back, but she also did her legs. Morgan was laying face down and Chloe was taking time to make sure she would not burn. I could not help but notice that Morgan spread her legs. Usually this is a sign that she is inviting you to touch her pussy. No doubt that she was feeling good and likely aroused. As I returned, I could not help but catch a glimpse of her crotch and a little cameltoe. We finished our drinks and headed up to the room.

Friday was my day to play golf. With an 8:45am tee time I was up and out early. I kissed Morgan goodbye and told her I would meet her at the pool when I got back. The golf course was amazing and I was paired up with some guys that not only enjoyed golf, but their booze as well. In the meantime, much to my chagrin, Morgan found her way to the pool and found a seat next to Chloe. It was about 2pm when I showed up. Morgan had saved me a seat. Both Chloe and Morgan had two empty drink glasses. It wasn’t long before Chloe stood up.

“My round” she announced, but I was having none of that.

“No, I insist! I got this.”

Honestly, my jaw dropped. Chloe was wearing a different bikini today and she looked stunning. It was a matching neon orange which looked amazing against her deeply tanned torso. The top was two small triangles that barely covered her tits with a string tied in the back and a string tied behind her neck. Her bottoms were high cut arching well above her hips. The V-line dove to a narrow crotch and the thong back left her full ass for anyone to see. I could barely speak. Morgan was laying face down, but I caught her gazing up and down admiring Chloe’s body.

I took the orders and made my way to the bar. The two of them had obviously been talking all day and I’m sure taking turns applying sunscreen. I could not sit still. Between gawking at Chloe and staring at Morgan my mind was in overdrive and my dick was struggling in my trunks.

About 4:00 the skies got dark and it looked like rain. Morgan and I had decided to head back to the room. Before I realized what had happened, Morgan had invited Chloe escort cengelköy to join us. I ordered two pitchers of margaritas and some food through room service and the three of us headed up to our room.

We sat on the balcony lavishing the ocean breeze, enjoying the margaritas and picking on the food. The rain that had forced us inside had let up and given way to what would be an amazing sunset. Morgan stood up to go to the bathroom. Before making her way inside, she was sure to give me a deep kiss, as if to announce how much she was enjoying vacation.

As I finished my drink, it was my turn to use the bathroom. As I went to give Morgan a kiss, she looked deep into my eyes. Deeper than I had ever seen from her. It actually caused me to pause, but with a quick kiss I was headed through the open doors. Little did I know what that kiss really meant.

I was in no hurry to get back. But I also found myself curious, replaying the look in Morgan’s eyes. As I walked out of the bathroom, my first glimpse was Morgan standing behind Chloe. I paused. I saw Morgan rubbing Chloe’s shoulders. Chloe was leaning forward somewhat in the chair and Morgan was massaging her shoulders. I could not move, nor did I want to interrupt.

Morgan’s hands were strong, yet soft and I could not help but notice that Chloe seemed lost in the moment. Morgan massaged her shoulders, but then would move her hands down Chloe’s arms and back up to her neck. With each caress, Chloe closed her eyes absorbing the ocean breezes and the tingling from Morgan’s touch.

I leaned against the bathroom wall, somewhat taken back by what I was watching unfold, yet mesmerized. As Morgan pressed her thumbs deep into Chloe’s shoulders, I watched as she leaned down. I could not tell if she whispered something to Chloe, or if she was nibbling on her ear. Morgan had given me more than one “wet willy” so I suspected something. Either way, it was obvious that Chloe was melting into the moment.

As Morgan stood tall she untied the top string of Morgan’s bikini top. I watched as her hands moved from Chloe’s shoulders, to the full length of her arms, back up to her neck and then down the front of her chest. Morgan’s hands could not resist the temptation. The first pass was not very far, but the second pass went further, almost daring Chloe to reject her advances. Chloe never budged, other than to arch her back and thrust her tits out for all to see.

Morgan played it coy, retreating to her shoulders, but then repeated the cycle. Shoulders, arms, neck, and then her chest. This time, she pushed further, her hands casting themselves over Chloe’s bikini top. Morgan had grabbed her tits. No reaction from Chloe other than a subtle purr.

With no obvious objection, Morgan started the cycle over, but this time she shoved her hands inside of Chloe’s arms and down her rib cage. When she had reached as far as she needed, she moved her hands to the center, tugging Chloe’s sweet tits from the side, squeezing them in in the middle. Morgan ran her hands along Chloe’s massive cleavage. Chloe’s reaction was to tilt her head back offering her lips to Morgan. It was passionate, hot, and just the beginning. My bathing suit was growing tighter by the minute. I could not move.

Morgan retreated once again as if to pause. But this time, as she moved to Chloe’s chest, her hands slipped under Chloe’s bikini top. This was pure skin on skin and Chloe was relishing the warm touch. There was no resistance to having her tits massaged and stimulated. She cast her head back soaking in Morgan’s soft touch. As she did, Morgan bent down and sheepishly gave her a peck on the neck. Chloe turned to meet her and somehow they kissed. It seemed awkward, but so natural. Chloe reached up with her right hand and grabbed Morgan behind her head, forcing Morgans lips to hers. Her tongue darted into Morgan’s mouth for a brief second, and then again, for longer.

As Morgan pulled away, Chloe reached behind her back to untie her bikini top. She was not ready for Morgan to stop. And with nothing between them, Morgan had free access to continue her massage. I watched as Chloe adjusted her position in the chair, sliding her hips to the edge of the seat. She wanted nothing to do with a back rub, and all to do with the lady parts. Her pussy was swollen with excitement as Morgan gently kneaded her tits. Her nipples were erect and Morgan rolled them between her thumb and finger. I got the sense that Chloe wanted to reciprocate, but couldn’t as she gasped with excitement. She was so relaxed, yet so into the moment. My balls were tingling as I stroked my cock.

I could see everything, but I so badly wanted more. I did not want in, but I wanted to hear Chloe reacting to Morgan’s touch. And I wanted to feel Morgan’s passion as her raw feelings exposed themselves. I did not know if Morgan had ever been with a woman before, but it was clear that she was offering her eskort bayan full affection to Chloe.

Morgan bent over more, leaning over top of Chloe, her hands moving south. With one hand on Chloe’s left tit, Morgan stroked her hand across Chloe’s belly eventually brushing across her bikini bottoms. It was a long reach and Chloe took advantage of the situation to kiss Morgan. As their tongues intertwined, Morgan slipped a finger inside of Chloe’s bikini bottoms. Chloe could not focus any more. Her head rolled back as she let out a moan. Morgan kissed her neck and let all of her fingers slide along Chloe’s crotch.

While it was no surprise, that’s the moment that Morgan discovered Chloe’s hairless pussy. Nothing but smooth yet sensitive skin. With one hand she squeezed her tits and the other reached as far as she could. Chloe had simply had enough. With a subtle burst, she stood tall out of the chair, still facing the ocean. Morgan stood behind her. She reached under Chloe’s arms cupping her tits. She nibbled on Chloe’s neck as Chloe reached her arm around the back of Morgan’s head, pulling her tightly. Morgan kissed her neck and was grinding her cunt against Chloe’s sweet ass cheeks.

With a room on the 5th floor, most of the resort had an open view to what was taking place. For what seemed like two full minutes, the two could not unlock their newfound passion. And I almost came in my trunks stroking my shaft.

I watched as Chloe spun to face Morgan, but I did not want them to see me. I ducked back into the bathroom. There was no way I was interrupting this moment for Morgan. But, I had to watch. As I peered out the door, I saw Morgan take Chloe by the hand and lead her into the room They paused at the edge of the bed to kiss, their tongues dancing. Morgan reached down with both hands to squeeze Chloe’s ass, no doubt thrusting her throbbing pussy at Chloe much the way I would thrust myself at Morgan.

Chloe pulled back ever so slightly. She kissed Morgan’s neck as her hand reached for Morgan’s crotch. It was Morgan’s turn. With a deep moan, she stood motionless as I watched Chloe’s left hand grab Morgan by the pussy. Her fingers slid between her legs as Morgan tried to re-position herself. You could tell she was lost in the heat of the moment and wanted to give all of herself to Chloe. As Chloe slid her fingers back and forth, Morgan thrust her head skyward as if begging forgiveness. Chloe kissed her neck. Her thumb slid Morgan’s bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her soaking wet pussy. Morgan could not wait as she drove her tongue deep inside Chloe’s mouth.

Morgan then pushed Chloe onto the bed, both of them grabbing at each other. By now, I was no longer hiding, but they were oblivious to me standing in the doorway. I stepped out of my trunks granting myself full access to my manhood.

Morgan maneuvered herself on top of Chloe. She pulled her bikini bottoms off leaving Chloe completely naked on the bed. They kissed, and Morgan immediately started to suck on her tits. Chloe simply relished in the moment. Morgan kissed her way down Chloe’s body until she found a sopping pussy. Her young pussy lips filled with blood, engorged, waiting to explode. Morgan split them with her tongue. Chloe gasped loudly. This had to be her first time with a woman. She grabbed tightly to the sheets as if she was fighting the urge. Morgan paused long enough to strip fully naked. As she did, she caught a glimpse of me over her shoulder. She gave me a sheepish grin as if to say “who knew?’ I winked back at her as I stood there totally naked, my hand wrapped around my stiff cock. She knew I was watching, and she knew I was jerking off full throttle as I enjoyed them making love.

Morgan buried her tongue deep in Chloe’s pussy. Chloe exhaled, loudly. With each lick, Chloe spread her legs even more. She wanted Morgan deeper. Morgan would start her tongue at the base, use her tongue to split Chloe’s pussy lips, and then finish with a flick across her clit. It was mesmerizing as she repeated this time after time. And each time, Chloe’s reaction grew stronger. She clenched tighter, allowing the sensation to build. She squeezed her legs around Morgan’s head as if to not let her go. And she grabbed onto the bed sheets as if not wanting to give in.

“Oh my God” she screamed.

And then her body started to tremble. She clenched every muscle in her body to cast all of her energy into her pussy. The sensation was more than she could bear. Morgan sensed and with one last flick, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could and let it dart inside Chloe’s hot cunt. With a rolling tide, Chloe’s body simply started to tremble as Morgan unleashed the earthquake inside. It rolled, subtle at first, but growing more violent with each wave. Chloe’s hips rocked as she seemed to yell “yessss” with an emotional groan. I came for the first time right there, shooting my load all over the floor.

Morgan looked up and paused escort hadımköy for just a second, enjoying every inch of what she had just triggered. But neither was ready to stop. I watched as Morgan spread her legs and re-positioned herself to service Chloe even better. I couldn’t help but notice as Morgan took her finger and shoved it deep inside Chloe’s sopping wet pussy. That’s when I decided I needed to join this action.

I grabbed some lotion and put it on my hand. I moved to the side of the bed and rubbed my hand across Morgan’s right leg. She didn’t flinch and certainly did not offer any resistance. She was focused on Chloe. As I massaged her leg, my dick was throbbing. I worked my way up her thigh and in mere seconds, my fingers split her pussy. I heard Morgan moan. She rocked her hips back and forth spreading her legs to give me full access. My middle finger split her pussy lips. She was wet and my finger slipped in easily. My pace was matching her pace licking Chloe. That’s when I felt Chloe reach down and put her hands around Morgan’s head, pulling her tongue even deeper in her pussy.

I walked around to the side of the bed and stood near Chloe. I wanted to watch Morgan licking pussy, but I wanted to watch Chloe cum. The intensity of the first orgasm was more than I could handle and I knew she was building to a second.

As Chloe pulled Morgan deeper into her love hole, I thought she was going to lose it right there. Instead she let go. She reached over and grabbed my cock. She smiled at me with a smirk. She tugged at my cock making long strokes from the base to the tip. With each lick from Morgan, she pulled at me as if daring me to cum all over her.

I saw her lift her head from the pillow. Morgan was doing great, but Chloe stared right at my dick. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Chloe yanked my dick to her and when I got close enough, she wrapped her lips around it. I closed my eyes as she took my dick in her mouth. Morgan looked up for a second, now realizing that the three of us were lost in the lust of the moment.

Chloe re-positioned herself so she had full access to my cock. Her left hand cupped my balls while she took my manhood deep in her mouth. Her right hand cupped Morgan’s head as she forced Morgan’s tongue to fuck her deeply. Morgan had two fingers buried in Chloe’s pussy shoving in and out. Chloe lapped at my dick. Morgan lapped at her pussy.

In less than 3 minutes, Chloe let go of my cock. I was disappointed. Maybe I was fucking her face too hard? No, that wasn’t it. Chloe exploded in another massive orgasm. Her legs quivered. Her thighs squeezed Morgan’s head, not letting her tongue escape. This time Morgan moaned, savoring the taste of Chloe’s cum. Chloe’s entire body trembled. Her tits shook as I squeezed one of her erect nipples. And she let out the most intense sound. For 30 seconds, Chloe lay motionless.

And then Chloe wrapped her lips around my cock. She sucked me for everything that I had. Morgan was still lapping at Chloe’s pussy. This went on for another 10 minutes. I was playing with Chloe’s tits. Morgan was fucking her. And Chloe was completely lost. I felt the tingling deep inside my balls. I felt electricity in my dick. I felt the soft velvet lick of her tongue dancing on my dick. And I felt her breath as she took my cock deep into her mouth.

“That feels so good” I said to her. She gently opened her eyes and winked at me.

The tingling built. The electricity grew. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to give her warning.

“You’re going to make me explode!”

She opened her eyes and winked again. Less than a minute later I screamed “Here it comes!”

Her lips never left my cock. In fact, she clamped on tighter. With a massive explosion, I shot my entire load down her throat. She never flinched swallowing every ounce of my cum. Her lips stayed locked on my cock as my orgasm transferred to hers. The moment must have been overwhelming as she started to tremble again. Her body quivered from head to toe for what seemed like an eternity.

I could not help but notice that Morgan had her left hand buried in her own pussy while her right hand was buried in Chloe’s. As Chloe finished her orgasm, Morgan was fucking her own hand, rocking her hips as her fingers massaged her own pussy. She pulled her right hand to her mouth so that she could taste the last of Chloe’s cum. With that, she had her own orgasm.

The three of us collapsed on the bed. I was on one side of Morgan, Chloe was on the other. I got up to use the bathroom. When I returned, I found Chloe laying on top of Morgan returning the favor. Her mouth hovered over Morgan’s bare pussy. Morgan was playing with her own tits as Chloe licked her clean. Her tongue darted in and out. Morgan panted. She was much more vocal than Chloe as she shared what she was feeling.

“Oh, yes, that feels so fucking good.”

Chloe continued to lick and flick as the sensations built inside of Morgan. My cock was growing hard again and I shimmied to the top of the bed. It was Morgan’s turn to take my cock, and she could not wait. She swallowed every inch, not wanting to be outdone by the blow job that Chloe had delivered. For the next 15 minutes, we fucked and sucked. Morgan came twice before I was ready to cum.

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