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In Part 4, that the keen eyed amongst you’ll notice was cunningly the second part 3, you got to know Stephanie and her awesome breasts, I introduced you to DD and we met his lovely cock and we talked about the Joe Orton play, What the Butler Saw. This part is all of that and more. Is that OK?

If you’ve read the previous parts you’ll know you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action

You’ll also know that I’m writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They’re about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit?

A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Probably, but then, hey, what the hell, I want to tell my short story so let’s see just how many want to read it.

How many want to read about how I lost my virginity when I was eighteen, had an affair with a thirty something man just after that and how since then I’ve been strongly attracted to older men. About my time at university, learning about girls and how male lecturers ignore the no fraternising with female students rule. How I became a photographic model, part-time and my conflict over what goes on in the studio when there’s just the model and the cameraman there.

The accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. I strongly urge you to read them in the sequence I wrote them. Whatever way you do read them, though, enjoy them, leave whatever comments you wish and e-mail me if you’d like to discuss anything.

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Chapter 1

DD never got to see his private previews. He didn’t get the chance to watch me strip and pretend to kiss a lover as a rehearsal for the play. But then he didn’t need to. Why watch me acting when he had the real thing? Why watch me pretend to be shagged by the doctor? Why watch me act out having cunnilingus or performing fellatio when he could lick my pussy or I’d suck his cock any time?

But he did run the rehearsals for the drama club of the university when we put on What the Butler Saw by Joe Orton as our Christmas offering; after all he was the director. And we did have some closed sets when either Stephanie, my lipstick lesbian lover, or I stripped off. So I suppose, in some ways, they were private reviews. But they weren’t, as I’d originally suggested and intended, in his house. No neither I, nor we, stripped off in his lounge, we didn’t simulate sex there; no, we did that on the floor of the rehearsal room. We did that with the male lead, a post grad playing the part of the head of the psychiatric clinic, Dr Barclay, and we did that with each other. Yes Steph and I simulated sex, lesbian sex, in front of the rest of the cast. Actually it wasn’t really that simulated, it was more replays of the sex we had together from time to time.

It was as we rehearsed these scenes for the play that dress rehearsals took on an entire new meaning for Steph and me.

David was the director of the play and I was the main scriptwriter. I added to and adjusted Joe Orton’s masterpiece. A bloody cheek really but even great plays have to be adapted for the company performing them and, after all, we were only a bunch of students studying a whole range of subjects, not drama.

I worked closely with DD discussing most of the sex scenes in some detail. Funnily enough this was often in bed after we’d had sex; what a marvellous environment, we found, for creative thinking on that topic! So he was fully aware of the short lesbian scene I’d inserted and several times questioned me on my feelings about it. To some extent, I hid behind the old acting excuse, “well if the story calls for it……..” I did, though, a couple of times tell him that the idea of kissing another girl wasn’t repugnant to me and that in some ways it excited me and I was looking forward to rehearsing it with Steph. I didn’t mention that we’d already done that and so much, much more for real many times.

“Mmmmmm so am I,” he retorted running his hand down my body and cupping my pubis in his hands.

“You dirty sod,” I quipped back.

“No just a normal man,” he replied as he sank three fingers into my pussy.

Dress rehearsals are normally where the cast get to wear their costumes scene by scene; with this production, though, it was where Steph and I got to flash our bits to our fellow students. In all but the final dress rehearsal we kept our bras and panties on but in that one, we were both naked, showing everything including our nipples and pubes.

Although our fellow would be thespians took a high ground, artistic approach to our nudity and Steph’s magnificent bare breasts, at least on the surface for there were no, “cor get a load of that remarks,” we could both tell that the male students at least took a lot more than just a passing interest in us, both on stage and around the university. Yes a lot more, for their attention to our writhings ardahan escort in each others arms, to mine in the male lead’s arms and to Steph’s in all of her four lover’s arms were quite intense; Mrs Barclay, by the way for those of you not familiar with the plot, is a nymphomaniac!

The les scene that Steph and I had written together, no not in bed after sex, was short but we felt very intense and of importance to the plot. My role, Lisa, had applied to the clinic for a job as a secretary. She gets involved in a number of mistaken identity situations that by any other writer would have been, at best, high farce. With Joe, though, they were meaningful, interesting, hilarious and for a stage play, extraordinarily sexy.

Geraldine, the wife, was suspicious of her husband, the doctor. She was particularly curious and concerned about his relationship with some of his female staff and was especially worried about the new secretary, me. So she decided to seduce me before her husband did thus getting my loyalty before him. Yes a bit far fetched, but it fitted in with the storyline and the personality of the four main characters and it certainly interested and excited Stephanie and me.

Obviously we couldn’t be too explicit and thus there was no nude cuddling or fondling of private parts on show to the audience. What we devised was for Geraldine to ply Lisa with drink getting her a little tipsy. They would eventually kiss on stage and then the audience would see them walking up the stairs their arms around each other. The stage had been built on a split level so there was, in effect, a bedroom; after all much of the real action of the play was in there. After Steph and I wandered up the stairs there was another scene played downstairs and then there was us in bed.

It was incredibly exciting for me to be in Steph’s arms, our bodies squashed together our mouths clamped as David stood just a few feet away directing us. It was even more exciting to stand next to the bed with Steph as David instructed us on the pace at which we should take off our clothes. And of course being in bed with her, our total nudity covered by just a thin sheet as we “simulated” making love watched over by, what I could see was, a highly aroused, David was, to say the least, interesting.

In addition to the les scene there were six other sex scenes with Steph and me being naked and on full view in three of them, me in one and her two; the other three were bed scenes where neither of us flashed anything, except bumps under the sheets that is!

We’d done the scenes several times in our undies with closed sets before the final dress rehearsal a couple of days before the first night. It had been agreed that the entire cast and production team would act as the audience along with a number of students and others that had been invited along. I guess at most time there must have been forty to fifty onlookers.

Steph had the first nude scene. She seduced a young travelling salesman in the clinic using the old stage technique of undressing with a door open through which he could see her. Mine then came a few scenes later as I was getting ready for the second interview. The scene started with me in dressing gown that I removed and then looked in a wardrobe working out the clothes to wear at the interview. As I did that only my back was on show but as I lay my chosen clothes out on the bed the audience were given a good show of my naked body side on. It was as I dressed in the sexy undies, bra, stockings and suspender belt, remember this was set in the sixties, that I moved up stage and gave a full on frontal flash of my tits, nipples and, as Orton referred to it in his notes, my beaver!

The scene with Steph was, without doubt the most revealing. Remember we’d gone upstairs after kissing and then another scene was acted out before all of the stage other than the bedroom was darkened. As the lights came up on us we were standing looking at each other in our bras and panties.

The script called for Geraldine to ask me whether I’d ever been with a woman before and for me to reply that I hadn’t but had thought about it quite a lot; hmmmm a ring of truth there you’ll see if you’ve been following my progress.

“So Lisa, now’s your chance isn’t it?” She had to ask me as she unclipped her bra nodding to invite me to do the same.

As we stood face to face, side onto the auditorium, I had to say.

“Have you been with many women Geraldine?”

And she replied.

“Enough to know I enjoy them and I’m going to enjoy you Lisa.”

As she finished that she started to remove her panties. Being an impressionable but up for it young hussy I did the same and then we stared at each others nude bodies before holding hands walking up stage flashing everything and then getting into bed and kissing deeply before rolling around under the sheet as the light slowly dimmed.

The main feeling I had at the last dress rehearsal when I was naked artvin escort was extreme nervousness. I’d only ever been naked with more than one person when in the changing rooms with girls and no “stranger” had ever seen my nude body. So when I was dressing and when I was with Steph completely stark bullock naked in front of the rest of the cast and production team I could hardly remember what to do or say.

On the back seat of my MINI parked in a field just outside Bristol later that evening I said to Steph.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle this you know?”

“What this?” She said laughing and holding her naked breast to my lips.

“No silly,” I replied after giving her full and nicely erect nipple a lick. “I mean the nudity on stage, I was fucking nervous tonight.”

“Don’t worry so was I. It’ll as they say be alright on the night.”

“That was without doubt the most erotic scene in the drama club’s history,” David whispered as his cock sunk deeply into me the next afternoon. “It was instant hard on stuff.”

Chapter 2.

The buzz that went through me as I stood bathed in light at the front of the stage with getting on for two hundred people staring at my naked body was incredible. What’s the female equivalent of instant hard on stuff? Whatever that is I was now getting it each evening as we did the play.

The opening night when I stripped and donned the sexy underwear had been horrendously nerve-racking; I could hardly fumble the bra strap clasp together and I completely forgot to turn my body towards and away from the audience at the prescribed times. When I stared from the wings at Steph naked on stage as she seduced the salesman I’d been nervous for her, but felt a slight tremor of excitement watching my lover naked in a man’s arms. When she and I stripped off I was nervy, but when we were in bed with the audience still looking and she held my breast and I squeezed her bum I felt shudders of excitement.

By the third night things had changed. They’d changed so much I could hardly believe it, so much that I could hardly wait to get out there and strip for my audience. Yes by the third night I was relishing flaunting my body, flashing my tits and shaking my ass.

“You must have such a strong exhibitionist streak,” David explained as I told him about the feelings the next afternoon lying naked on his bed after we’d had sex twice.

The more I thought about it the more I agreed with him. I couldn’t quite understand it for I was still hellishly nervous waiting to get on stage. Once I was there, though, the lights were on me, the audience was staring and my clothes were coming off I came alive.

“I know exactly how you feel,” Steph mumbled through the flesh of my breasts she’d just sucked into her mouth. “I feel exactly the same.”

“Shit, stop,” I said sharply pulling myself away from her.

“What? Why? What’s the matter?”

“I’ve got to flash these tits on stage tomorrow, I can’t have bloody love bites or suck or bite marks on them can I?”

Ah the sacrifices we actresses make for our art I thought as I slipped them back into my bra.

“Oh fuck Steph,” I whispered into her ear as she slid her fingers into me. “You can’t, not here.”

And by “not here” I meant in the bed, under the sheet, on the stage, on the last night.

But she did mean it, she wasn’t messing around and right there in front of the largest crowd we’d had with standing room only she made me cum. Thank goodness the audience couldn’t see under the sheet I thought as the very quick, sharp orgasm ran through me; if there’d been prizes for facial expressions in acting I would have won hands down I’m sure.

Steph had to simulate sex with three different guys and me in the play while I only had to do that with the post grad playing the doctor and with her. She was also in bed with the post grad.

“Pretty much every time,” she’d replied when I’d asked if he’d got a hard on with her.

“And quite an impressive size wasn’t it? What about the others?”

“Charles did I think, but Harry and John didn’t, well I didn’t notice.”

We were chatting at the last night party back stage at the theatre. We were still wearing our stage clothes, Steph in a black and white quartered, A line mini-dress and me in hotpants, red satin ones at that, and white boots. We were very much the centre of attraction for most of the cast and probably half the production team were men.

Throughout the latter stages of rehearsals and the five night run of the play the whole crew had got to know each other better and better and as with most acting teams there was a relaxed, light-hearted and very open bantering sort of atmosphere between us all.

It was odd to be standing amongst all these people who, apart from by this play, I hardly knew, knowing that they’d all seen me naked, watched as I simulated sex and ogled me as I pretended to cum. If anyone had asked how I would have thought I would bodrum escort feel in such circumstances I’d have said extraordinarily embarrassed.

But standing shoulder to shoulder with my lipstick lover we both agreed that we were astonished to find we were enjoying it. We were getting a vicarious thrill out of the boys positively leering as they mentally undressed us, again, and a similar excitement from the looks of most of the girls; amazingly they were not disdainful or sneering looks but more envious ones. Strange, we both thought, as I felt her hand stroking my satin covered bottom, I was naked under the hotpants.

It was just ten minutes later that Steph was fucking me in the dressing room we shared. And boy did we need that, for the evenings events had got to both of us in such a big way.

We were all very tired and the party started breaking up early, in fact just after Steph had stroked my bum and I’d looked into her eyes trying mouthing just one word.

“Yes,” which was the clear answer to the question she’d posed with her hand on my bum.

She locked the dressing room door behind us and immediately we were in each others arms. Kissing, grinding our bodies together and fumbling with the other’s clothes we’d soon bared the parts we needed so see and touch. Her dress had a zip down the front, they did strange things with clothing in the sixties, so that easily came undone and I quickly eased her breasts from the cups of her bra. Just moments after entering the dressing room I had the entire front of her awesome body at my disposal.

My top was low and loose and, in keeping with the bra burning values of the time I wasn’t wearing a bra, nor had I been throughout each night of the play. Steph quickly had that pulled up and over my head so I was in her arms topless, just wearing the tight, red satin hot pants and the knee high white boots.

We were standing with me propped up against the dressing table. Our mouths were clamped, our breasts squashed together, my hand was between her opened thighs, hers was inside the tiny shorts and we were finger fucking each other when we heard the first knock on the door.

“Leave it,” she grunted in a low whisper thrusting her fingers deeper into me as we both started to cum.

The knocking persisted.

“We’ll have to answer it,” I said, guessing who it was.

“Yes, I suppose we will,” Steph said removing her fingers from my streaming pussy.

“Oh David hi,” I said standing up on tip toe and giving him a kiss as he strolled into our dressing room looking gorgeous and eminently wantable.

I’d got my top back into place and Steph had slipped on a robe as I was answering the door and I could see in the big mirrors that we looked respectable, albeit a little flushed.

He’d brought champagne and we all had a glass as he congratulated us both on great performances. We thanked him and we sat around for a while chatting and finishing the bottle of champagne. It was a weird scene. I was with both the woman and the man I was having sex with and neither knew about the other unless, that was I thought, they were also screwing each other and their pillow talk was more open than ours. Quite a cocktail of possibilities I thought as I sat there my hotpants damp from having Steph’s fingers in me just moments ago.

“Well Sam,” David was saying, “you pulled it off. You took one of the raunchiest plays, made it raunchier and sold out the theatre with a very mixed audience five nights in a row. Fantastic. I was wondering if my two stars would like to join me for a late supper”

“Thanks David but it wasn’t me it was us and the team. I just wrote the words.”

“No darling,” Steph joined in leaning forward and placing her hand on my wrist, the robe gaping and showing most of her breasts, to both David and me. “It was you; it was your creation, your idea, your suggestions that made it so wonderful.”

She left her hand there, probably a little too long really, possibly so long that David would have noticed, maybe long enough for him to have wondered just how much acting had gone on between us at the rehearsals and in the play. And it was certainly there long enough for it to send shivers of expectancy and want roaring through me.

The want, though, was not confined to my lesbian lover, for it also included my older, male lover as well. Yes, the atmosphere in that small dressing room, as Stephanie rested her fingers on my wrist softly caressing it and as both David and I looked down the gaping front of her robe at her truly magnificent breasts, was electric. It was also so loving and tender, expectant and anticipatory and, for me at least so horny and arousing that I was worried that I’d start to cum just thinking about it.

I was with two people who I loved; I wasn’t in love with either if you can understand the subtle difference, but I wanted both of them. Both of them together, both at the same time. I wanted to give myself to them and have them share me as they so desired. I wanted the three of us to be as one.

I saw Steph look up at David and smiling say.

“Can tell you don’t go out that much David.”

“How, why?” he asked obviously confused now as well as a little embarrassed, for Steph had clearly seen him looking down her robe.

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Leila had been in love with David ever since she was 17. But being in the kind of conservative community they came from, there was no way she could do anything about it. She talked to him once in a while when they met alone in the village fields and felt comfortable with him. And because he never took advantage of her meeting him alone, she grew to trust him over the years.

David understood her feelings but chose not to act on it because he felt that she was too young and vulnerable. She wouldn’t be able to handle it, he thought. But over the years, David had become strongly attracted to her and had several fantasies of what they might do together.

During their long walks in the fields David often questioned and provoked Leila’s beliefs about what love and sex were about. And she would spend the next few weeks just pondering on where she got her ideals and morals from. Sometimes they would discuss a hypothetical situation where they would act on their attraction. After much thought, Leila would overcome her fear and want to explore the world of sex with David, who was several years older and much more experienced. At least he would know what he was doing, she thought.

But each time Leila said yes, David would hold back, not wanting to yield to temptation, and not wanting to take a young girls whim for a well thought out and ready answer.

So the years passed.

Leila left the village to explore the outside world. And David took a wife within the village. Someone else that he had eyed for a long time.

One day, Leila came back to visit the village. Things had indeed changed for her since her young innocent days in the conservative village. She had met outsiders, adapted to their ways and had become experienced herself. She had heard of David’s marriage and strived to forget whatever feelings she had for him. But it was slow going. When she had a lover of the outside, she had experienced feelings she had never known before, feelings of pure lust. His instrument was large and she found the love-making very pleasurable indeed! But she knew that what she wanted in the long term was a feeling of home. And she would never get that with an outsider.

She saw David aksaray escort walking near the grove one day and asked him if he would like to meet in the fields like they used to. He sure did. She wanted to find out what feelings were left in her for him. She debated the morality of acting on her attraction.

He had asked her if she would ever act on it if she felt ready and he was married by then. She had said no. But she wanted to see how much of all the social questioning he had taught her she could actually act on.

Two days later, the sun was at 4 ‘o’ clock when they met in their usual place.

He spoke of his love for her. His fantasies. She responded by telling him how she imagined it should’ve been like. She internally understood that a man who would talk this way with another woman while married was not the kind she wanted to keep for life. He was indeed not as perfect and amazing as she had believed in her younger days. But she wondered about her attraction to him. She watched his lips as he talked. How well she knew his face. She caressed him arms and his face with her gaze. His proud and definite eyebrows, and his prominent nose. She wondered how his hair would feel under her soft, fine fingers.

She understood her risks. If anyone found out, she would never be welcomed back to the village again. She could undo all the progress she had made in her time away in forgetting him. And by indulging in her attraction, her conscience may haunt her forever about what an immoral thing she had done. But this battle had been fought in her mind long enough. She would act. She would do what she wanted. Raise the stakes and fall on one side or the other. the conundrum would end either way it went.

She spoke clearly, telling him that she wanted to know how it felt like with him. David was not surprised. He knew that some day she would say she was ready and want to act on it. He didn’t know why though. What had made her change her mind? He spoke through what it involved. Asked repeatedly if she was ready. She had thought it through. She was ready for the gamble. ‘Alright.’ he said, ‘Come here’. the words thrilled her.

She stood and closed amasya escort the distance between them. He sat her on his lap her legs on either side of him. She had never seen him in such proximity before. He suddenly seemed so human. He closed his eyes and kissed her softly. She returned it with some hesitation. Nothing about this was spontaneous. Slowly, the kisses grew deeper and deeper until their mouth fought using ferocious teeth and tongue. He was precise and accurate with his kissing. No fumbling like her previous lover. It felt just ordinary though. She had expected, if there was love, a blooming of love within her heart as they kissed, or an explosion of fireworks. Neither happened. It was pleasant and well crafted.

She did what she wanted to do with her hands. She ran them through his hair, and over his chest. Meanwhile his hands were wandering too. He lifted and removed her upper garments one by one and pulled her closer to him without parting lips. When her breasts fell free, he bent to take them in his mouth. She sighed and undid his upper garments. By then he had moved to her skirt. Her bow was troubling him so she helped untie it. She stood away in a single garment over her nether regions. While he discarded the rest of his clothes. He bent further down to plant kisses on her belly button and the border of her remaining flimsy wear. She tried not to quiver. He lay her down again and explored her torso with his mouth. Bit and sucked on her bountiful breasts until they became so tender. All she could do was grasp at his mane.

He skillfully removed her last defense and began stimulating her button gently with his finger. She marveled at his skill of pressure and region. Soon she found herself basking in the art that emanated from his tongue. He used his fingers to enter her tunnel while his mouth teased her botton. He lifted her legs and quickened pace until she was gasping for breath.

He came back to reclaim her lips. She reached for his organ, wondering how hard it had become. Surprisingly it was quite soft. Had it been her previous lover, he would’ve been hard as steel and throbbing by now. He invited her to perform her oral skills. antalya escort He let out his first groan when her tongue made contact with his head. Gaining confidence she took more of it in. He tasted fine. She felt it grow in her palm. But he didn’t let her continue for long. He slipped on a protective sheath and entered her. She felt his small-medium instrument slip inside her and the rhythm began but too soon he announced this climax.

He went back to using his oral skills. Suddenly, they heard a shout somewhere in the outer fields. Like deer perk up their ears when suspicious of a nearby predator, they stopped and listened.

She knew it was the end and began to dress. He did too. ‘Wait here’ he said as he peaked above the grass to see who was there. He came back and silently they cleared up the evidence of their act. He was irritated with the interruption. She took it in stride because she had realised something more important. It made her smile. This discover made her bold enough to initiate another round of kissing but he withdrew saying he was too nervous about the approaching people. They had better go back into the village main area and part ways. She didn’t mind at all.

As he gathered his things, she smiled up to the sky. At no point in their love-making had she felt emotionally involved. At no point, in specific, did she feel like telling him she loved him. That was because, at long last, she didn’t. She was over him. Finally over him!

All the nervousness that she usually felt around him- gone. All the dizzy and blind feeling of hypoxia she felt during her apprehensive anticipatory moments- gone. All her idolising him into being super-human- over. They were finally just friends again. She felt a breezy sense of ease. As they walked away from the trees he asked her how she felt. The always supportive David, she thought. She told him the truth: ‘I feel good.’ ‘No freaking out? No regrets?’

‘None. I’m surprised at how easy that was.’

He seemed reassured. And went on to explain more about bonding and norms. Back in their clothes and talking again, it almost felt like nothing had happened between them. Indeed, nothing had.

Much as Leila enjoyed the intimacy and new comfort level she now shared with David, the over-hyped love was gone. The connection of oneness had left and a new bond of secrecy had come in its place. They were partners in ‘crime’. A battle is easier fought and won in reality than in one’s mind she concluded. Free at last!

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You know those guys that wash windows up on the really tall skyscrapers? That’s how I describe my passion for giving head. At first it’s really scary but after doing it time and time and time again you get so used to it that you don’t even think about it and yet there’s still a thrill to it, especially for me. I’m married, so sucking cocks behind my husband’s back could really be a bad thing for me. Yet, I can’t stop. There was actually a time when I tried to stop but just couldn’t. We’ve been together for 7 years and married for five. To confess, I never really stopped from the moment we were dating. There just would always be some guy that I knew that knew just what to say or do to get my head in his lap. Doesn’t take much really, I know it. I’m a sucker for attention and flattery for one thing. Tell me how pretty my eyes are or how soft my hair feels and I’m hooked. Not that I get conned into it. I want to do it. I need to do it. It’s where I feel most natural. It’s what makes me feel complete. It’s my best talent. It’s what I do to celebrate a job well done and what I do to pick myself up when I’m feeling down. I love it more then sex. Always have.

From the first time I did it I knew blowing guys would be an obsession. My first time I wasn’t expecting it. I was at a party with this guy I thought was cute. We went out into the backyard of this house we were at, just to afyon escort make out. I guess it must have something to do with my mouth because just kissing like we were was getting me so wet, so hot. I was moaning and pressing against him. As he sat there with his back against the tree and me beside him, our tongues mashing together I felt him take my hand and cover his hard-on. I guess I should have known it was coming but never thought about it beforehand. I rubbed it through his jeans, feeling the heat come off of it and pressing my mouth against him harder. He stopped kissing me to whisper in my ear, “Feel that?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“You did that.” I smiled and kissed him with even more passion as he opened his zipper to let his throbbing member out. He was so seamless doing it that I didn’t even realize that I had wrapped my little hand around it.

I’m a petite girl, 5’3″, which is good for me because pretty much every cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing has seemed quite huge in proportion to me. Yes, it’s true, size counts with me. I like them big but even more I like them thick. Thick as my wrist if you please.

He did not disappoint. It felt so perfect as I stroked him. After a couple of minutes of slow, loving pumping with my fist I came to my senses and realized what I was doing. He had stopped kissing me aydın escort to lean back his head and just moan. I rested my head on his shoulder and just looked down and watched what I was doing. At 18 I was a slow beginner but I knew enough about what a good cock should be and his was perfect. I just stared, hypnotized, down at it in the darkness. Watching ever vein pulse. It felt like a steel shaft of a solid flashlight coated in a thick silk case. So soft to the touch and yet like fondling a cement block. I could feel myself start to breathe heavy as I stared, wanting to look closer at his perfect manhood. At the same time I was too scared.

He made up my mind for me, pushing me slowly down towards it. At first I gave some resistance but did just as he said when he gasped, “Kiss it.” I kissed the shaft, trembling from how nervous I was. He moaned for me to make out with it. I just kept kissing lightly and stroking, thinking it would be over quick, until he pushed me down more onto it, awkwardly as it forced past my lips. For a couple of moments part of me wanted to back of and say no but, like most of my turns sucking, I found I couldn’t say no and became lost in it.

I was sucking lightly as he took my head and started pushing me down and pulling me up on his cock, lost in the motion. Faster and faster. I couldn’t keep up but did not want ağrı escort to stop. My hips quivering on the inside the faster we went, me all the way down making obscene, sloppy wet noises. Little grunts when he hit the back of my throat with it. I could feel his smile behind my head as he groaned suddenly and started spasming into my throat. I wasn’t expecting it and started coughing some but never unlocking my lips from his cock as strand after strand was shot into me. I could hear him chuckling as I started seeing stars and realized I was cumming myself from him cumming. I was in love. In love with cock. In love with cock sucking.

That’s what led me down this road to the point where I had given so many blowjobs that I was known among the guys I knew as the blowjob queen. I would give them on dates, after getting a ride, at parties, while studying, in parks, in cars, in theaters, in the mall. I had gained a reputation and I didn’t mind one bit. Guys that I had known my whole life would still be friends but deep down inside I knew what they wanted it to always lead to. It would be me with the boys and we’d get high and watch porn and they’d start stroking, knowing I would want to sample each one. They’d come up behind me while we’d be watching tv and beat off behind my back and tap my on the shoulder for the surprise facial. The one thing I love even more. I love to feel it on me. Love to see a big load coming at me, hitting me, spasming with each blast.

I’ll admit it. I’m an addict. And just like with this little confession I feel I will need to confess more here. Confess that I’m addicted to cocks. Confess that I’m addicted to being a cocksucker.

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It was late December, Christmas was close, and Ben was in the partying spirit. Every given opportunity Ben was down the pub getting absolutely leg-less. All of Ben’s mates went down the pub, including all the various girl friends he had accumulated over the years, except that is for Sophie. Since that night when Ben took her innocence, Sophie had turned into a bit of rebel.

She and Ben continued to have sex every so often (whenever her parents went to bridge), they experimented a lot, from being a shy little girl, Sophie had turned into an absolute animal, Ben could only just keep up with her, but he did and he enjoyed it. Sophie had come out of her shell, which pleased Ben a little, because Sophie was happier for it, she was more popular at school, she was more confident, she had blokes chasing her continuously, and she made the most of them. She told Ben how she once had three in a bed sex with two men from her part time job, how she loved being fucked in both holes at once, and how she would like to have three men at once, filling her every hole. She asked Ben if he would like to do this, but Ben declined, saying he doesn’t like sharing his women.

It was the 23rd, and Ben went to the pub to celebrate. There were few of his mates in the pub, but strangely none of his ladies were in. This disappointed Ben, as he had made a promise to himself to have sex every night leading up to Christmas Day, to make him feel he had earned his Christmas. It was only early so he thought some body would turn up and keep his promise to himself. The night dragged on; Ben got more drunk by the hour. It was about 10.00pm when two girls walked in the pub. Ben recognised one, Eve, she was 19 and quite fit and Ben had slept with her several times. The other girl Ben did not know, he had seen here around, driving through the village, but he did not know her name. She was a petite woman, about 5’3 with soft brown hair that had highlights in it.

She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that showed her legs of to the tee, they were slender and firm, and they led up to a perfect little ass, round and pert. She took her coat of to reveal a small tight T-shirt that hugged her chest, showing her belly and her navel. Ben always found the stomach a very erotic part of a woman body; to him it was nearly as sensual as his most favourite part of the female body, the ass. The mysterious woman had a sublime set of tits, they were perfectly sized, they didn’t sag, and they were firm and pert and sat there begging to be caressed.

Ben continued to drink and play pool, there was only him and his mate Dave left in the poolroom, both of them were suitably drunk. Ben kept looking up to stair at the mystery woman, gazing intently at her beautiful, sexy body. The two women got up and came into the poolroom.

“Hi Ben, hi Dave” Eve said

“Hey Eve” they both replied

“This is Julianne, she moved in to the house at the end of Letsbe Avenue”

“Hi Juliana” Dave said “pleased to meet you” Dave stretched out is hand and shook Julianne. Ben could see Dave checking Julianne up and down.

“Hey Julianne, it’s a pleasure to meet you” Ben put of his posh, sexy voice, trying desperately to impress her. He reached out and took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her hand gently. The caused Julianne to blush and go red.

“Hey there Dave” Juliana spoke “pleased to meet you Ben” she smiled sweetly at Ben. “Please call me Julie”

“Would you like a game of pool Julie?” Dave asked, “we’ll play doubles”

“OK, who’s with who?” Julie wondered, secretly wishing for her to be with Ben.

“We will toss for it” Ben said, at which point he took out a coin “Julie, heads your with Dave, tales your with me” He tossed the coin up and caught it with his left hand, slapped it on his right wrist. “Its tale, looks like your stuck with me I’m afraid.”

“I think it’s the other way around, I’m not very good at this game.” Julie said excitedly.

“Its OK, I’ll teach you.” Ben said with a why smile, as he looked deeply into Julie’s eyes, her eyes they were beautiful, a deep flowing brown, Ben felt as if he could get lost into her eyes forever if he wanted to, and boy did he want to.

The four played pool for a while, Julie was right, she wasn’t very good at pool, but Ben was good enough to make it up, and they won a few matches. The two played together all night, exchanging small talk, finding out about each other. Neither of them could keep there eyes of one another, they would slyly look at each other when they bent over to take shot. Ben kept looking at Julie’s fabulous ass, he wanted it so bad, to touch, to rub it, to feel adana escort the soft skin, to kiss and run his tongue all around it. It was unbearable he had to do something about, his cock was rising steadily and getting harder by the minute. He became quite conscious about the large bulge that was showing in his jeans, shit he thought to himself, he decided to relief himself temporarily. He took one last look at Julie, her ass, her perfect tits and her heavenly face, and went to the toilet.

He got into the cubicle and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxers. His cock was rock hard, lying flat against his stomach. He got some toilet paper in his left hand, sat on the toilet, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He pictured Julie in his head, her beautiful body. He wrapped his right hand around his throbbing cock and started to stroke it while he visualised Julie naked, laying on his bed with her stunning figure waiting to be taken by him.

Ben worked up into a quick pace, his helmet throbbing, he kept picturing her and worked his cock frantically until a shock spread through out his body. He put the tissue over his pulsating cock and pumped bucket fulls of cum into it, so much that it broke through the tissue and started to dribble down his softening cock. He caught his breath back quickly, cleaned himself up and pulled his trousers back on. At least that would give him some temporary relief he said to himself.

Julie saw Ben come out of the toilets and walk back towards the poolroom. She was transfixed by him, he was absolute gorgeous, a lot taller than her, very muscular, with a great set of buns. She had been watching him bend over the pool table all night, even before she was playing with him. She was so hot for him it was unbearable, she could feel a tingling between her legs as she became hotter the more she looked at Ben. He walked back into the room and sat on the windowsill, Dave and Eve were talking to each other, they had been together before and Ben thought it was probably a dead cert that they would tonight.

“I’m walking Eve home, she’s not feeling to well” Dave said, giving a sly wink to Ben as he did.

“You don’t mind do you Julie, I just need to have some bed rest I think,” Eve said “I’m sure Ben will walk you home, won’t you Ben!”

“Of course I will, I wouldn’t let Julie walk home alone. You never know who’s out there.” Ben said jokingly.

“You go home Eve, I’m sure Ben will look after me won’t you Ben?” she looked deeply into his eyes with a mischievous smile on her face.

Dave and Eve walked out of the pub. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two for a short period. Then Julie broke the ice.

“Are you going to teach me how to play this game properly then?”

“OK then.” Ben replied

Ben racked up another game, and broke off. When it was Julie’s shot, he showed how to line the ball up. Then as she bent over to play the shot, Ben came up beside her and reached his hand over her back and placed it on her cueing hand, and his other hand on the front hand. He leaned over her and pressed himself against, he could feel the heat emanating from her. Julie loved it, she could smell his masculine aroma, she pushed herself back into him, pressing her ass into his crotch, she could feel him getting harder, it turned her on so much. Ben felt his cock rise and push up against her wonderful ass, but he didn’t care, he wanted her so badly he had to go with the flow and hope she didn’t’ mind. He held her as she played the shot, neither of them moved for a while after the shot, they just looked at each other.

It seemed like an age, Ben fell deeply in to her eyes as he knew he would, Julie was mesmerised by him, and there faces slowly came together, they closed there eyes and kissed. The most amazing kiss ever, soft, warm, their mouths opened and their tongues explored each other’s mouth. As they kissed they rose up and locked themselves in a tight hug. Ben’s hand explored her back, the soft skin of her neck, he moved his hands down and rested them on her ass, it was even better than he imagined, so firm, so round, so unbelievably amazing. Julie put her arms around Ben’s neck, running her hands through his hair, gripping onto his broad shoulders. They eventually broke away from the kiss and stared at each other.

“Let’s go back to my place!” Julie whispered.

“Yes, let’s” Ben replied breathlessly

The two put on their coats and left the pub, they walked up the village to Julie’s house, arm in arm, but not saying a word. They got to her front door, and she put her key in and ankara escort opened her door. As she walked in she turned to Ben and put a finger over her mouth, implying for him to keep quiet. They walked up the stairs, past a room with loud snoring in it, which Ben figured was her parent’s room. She walked along the landing and up some stairs into an attic room. Her bedroom was large and open; she turned the lights on, revealing a large king size bed with white sheets on. Julie turned around and wrapped herself around Ben, kissing him passionately, rubbing her hands all over his back and his ass.

They both reached their hands around and proceeded to undo each other’s clothes. First the coats game off, then Julie unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and toned stomach, god he was perfect she thought to herself. Ben then took of Julie’s top, revealing an amazing pair of breasts, nestling in a white satin bra. Immediately Ben pushed his face into her cleavage, kissing her breasts running his tongue over the fabric, over her nipples as they pushed through the bra. His hands reached around the back and undid her bra, he moved his head back and watched as her satin bra fell off her tits, he gazed in aura. They were perfect, soft skinned, firm, her nipples were large and jutting out towards him. He moved closer and flicked his tongue out and brushed it over her right nipple, making Julie twitch and let out a gasp. He did the same with the other nipple, he moved his hands back around and caressed her breasts, kneading them in his hands, and he leaned forward and sucked on her hard nipples alternatively.

“Take me Ben, take me now” Julie whispered “I want you in me, I wanted you from the moment I saw you, take me now.”

Ben immediately picked her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist, looking deeply into his eyes. He walked over and laid her on the bed, straddling her. He noticed a couple of silk scarves on the post of the bed, a thought ran through his head, a notion he had to act upon. He bent down and kissed Julie, his tongue probing into her mouth. His hands pushed her arms back up the bed, he broke the kiss and moved himself up her body, and he leaned over and picked up the two scarves. He tied he hands lightly to the bed; Julie didn’t show any sign of struggling so he knew she approved.

When he finished he sat up and looked at Julie, lying there, completely under his control. As he looked he could see her eyes staring at his crotch, he was so hard, he was nearly busting out of his trousers. He stood up on the bed, directly above Julie, he slowly unbuttoned his flies and pushed his trousers down, then he pushed his boxers down showing off his large, hard, pulsating cock. He saw Julie’s eyes light up at the sight of his cock; her tongue slid out and licked her lips. Ben got on he knees, straddling her face, his balls hanging down about an inch from her mouth. Julie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in his scent, jesus was he horny.

Ben lowered himself down gently; resting his balls on her nose, then sliding them down to meet her lips. She opened her mouth and licked his balls, running her tongue around his big balls, he lowered more as she took them alternately in her mouth, suck on them. Ben knelt over her, his eyes closed just enjoying every second of it; he had to have her suck his cock. He leaned over her, held his cock in one hand, balancing himself with the other, and slowly guided it into her mouth, the tip first, the then whole head, then he gently slipped his full length in to her. Julie took it all, with no problem at all; she lay there sucking hard on his cock. He was in ecstasy, he slowly began to fuck her mouth, the sensation of her hot mouth, her tight lips wrapped around his thick cock. He leant there just pushing his cock in and out until he was about to cum.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooodddddddd!” he screamed

He pulled his cock out just as he cum, wads of hot thick cum spurted out of his cock, all over Julie’s face, her neck, her hair, she lay there trying to lick as much as she could reach. Ben put his finger on her face and mopped up his cum and moved into her mouth, she swallowed all of it. Ben leant down and kissed, tasting his own juices on her.

“Now its your turn!” he whispered.

Julie lay there with her eyes closed, as Ben slid his tongue down her neck, around her breasts, over her nipples, sucking hard on them. As he did she lets out little sharp gasps. His hands moved down and undid her jeans, and then he slid his hand down her trousers and cupped Julie’s pussy mound over her knickers. Her knickers adıyaman escort were soaking; she was so hot down there. He started to rub his hand over her pussy lips, and he sucked on her hard nipples. Julie’s breathing became more uneven; she was letting out a series of deep moans. Ben finally pushed aside her panties and started to rub her bare pussy, her lips were covered in juices, her clit was hard, and he had no trouble in finding it, he slowly rubbed his thumb over it, rubbing circles over her. Julie was in paradise, her moaning was getting louder, she let out a loud shrill as Ben slid a finger into her tight wet hole, he started to finger fuck her, first one finger then two, pumping in and out of her juicy pussy. As he did this, his thumb rubbing her clit, and sucking on her nipples, Julie went into her first orgasm.

“YyyyyyyeeeeesssssssSSSSS” Julie screamed.

Her body spasmed all over, the scarves tightened, her legs flinched erratically. Ben kept on fingering her for a while, as he watched her jolt all over. She came for a long time, dripping juices all over Ben’s hand and on to the sheets. Ben bent down and kissed her, for a while Julie had no energy whatsoever, she lay there, sweating, breathing heavily.

“I want you in me now!” she demanded.

“Yes sir!” Ben replied with a mock salute.

Ben moved his body down and knelt between Julie’s legs, her pussy was glistening, and her dark brown bush was gleaming. His cock had hardened again, and was ready to enter this tight, hot sweet pussy. He held his cock in his right hand and slowly brushed it up and down her wet slit, rubbing it over her hard clit. This was met with low groan, and pleas from Julie to fuck her. He slowly pushed the tip of his thick cock into her; she was so tight, so wet, so warm. He lifted her ass of the bed, raising it to the level of his cock as he knelt there, he pushed it in further as Julie pushed herself onto him, and she squirmed and wriggled as his thick cock pushed and throbbed into him. Ben then slid back out a bit, then in again, he did this for a while, building up the pressure inside of her.

Then with a sudden shove, Ben thrust his cock deep inside of her, stretching her pussy to the hilt. As soon as his cock was forcefully thrust inside of her, Julie felt an electric shock flow through her, from her clit to her toes and through her hole body, as an orgasm rippled through. This gave new live to her; she started to buck her hips violently, pushing as hard as she possibly could against his cock. Ben started to thrust faster and faster, his hands grasped on her buttocks, pushing as deep as he could. As Ben had just had a blowjob, and had a wank in the pub a few hours earlier, he took a long time in fucking Julie. Ben never relinquished his pace, he kept thrusting fast and deep, Julie started to lose count of how many orgasms she had had. She lay there, covered in sweat, both hers and his; eyes closed in seventh heaven. After a good hour of pumping his cock in her tight pussy, Ben started to push frenetically.

“Yes yes yes yes oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh” Ben shouted out.

He thrusted deep inside her, pushing as hard as was humanly possible. He shot cum hard and fast into Julie’s wet pussy, the force of the shove and the feeling of cum hitting her, sent Julie back over the edge. She wrapped her legs around Ben’s waist pulling him into her, and she went into a mind-blowing orgasm, screaming out, her breathing was heavy, her whole body flexed and arched. Then it was over; she lay down, trying to catch her breath, while Ben withdrew his limp cock from her now aching pussy. Ben collapsed on her, kissing her neck. They both lay there for a few minutes catching their breath. Julie could feel both his and her juices flowing out of her pussy, dripping over her ass and onto her bed. Ben looked at her and smiled, pressed his lips softly on hers. He then moved his lips down her chin, her neck, running his tongue over her breasts, down her navel, licking her mound.

Then he started to lick all the juices that were around her pussy, sucking at his own cum, lick her sticky thighs, running his tongue over her ass hole, sucking at her lips and clit, greedily eating all the juices he could find. When he finished, he straddled Julie again, moving up her body. He stuck his balls over her mouth as before, she licked the juices of them, running her tongue up Ben’s now limp cock, she took in her mouth and sucked it clean, getting every last drop of cum out of his cock. As she did this Ben finally untied her wrist; she moved her hands around and massaged his buttocks. When she finished cleaning his cock, he moved beside her, lying next to her, holding her in his arms.

“We should this again!” Julie whispered.

“Definitely!” Ben replied.

They lay there together and drifted of to sleep in each other’s arms, both dreaming of one another and the sexual adventures that would happen to them.

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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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