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Chapter 1

“You drive a hard bargain,” I said, taking a long sip of my drink.

“I saved your butt on this one and you know it,” Christine said. “It’s time to pay up.”

Christine and I worked for the same bank. She was the branch manager at a location on the opposite side of town from my bank, where I served as an assistant branch manager. We went through orientation together and had remained friends for the past five years.

A few months ago I approved a loan that totally backfired on me and it would have been career threatening if Christine hadn’t pulled some strings behind the scenes to get me out of a very bad situation. I told her at the time that I’d do anything to thank her for allowing me to stay employed.

Unfortunately, now she was aware of Chad, a gorgeous, young teller at my bank who I’d gone out with more than once following my divorce. Christine was in her early thirties and Chad was in his early twenties. But I swear she looked his age and he looked hers. To put it bluntly, Christine was a babe; long blonde hair, perfect tits and ass, and legs that made me sick.

I think she guessed that Chad and I were having sex, which was true. Great sex, I might add. Now, she was using Chad as a bargaining chip.

We were sitting in O’Neal’s, my favorite spot to unwind after work.

“You’re asking me to ‘give’ you one of my employees…for your own personal pleasure? Isn’t that, like, against company policy or something?” I argued.

“Wasn’t that bogus loan against company policy?” She knew she had me. She drank her beer and waited for an answer.

“How do you know Chad will even want to meet you?”

Christine laughed out loud. “God, Rachel. Didn’t you see him the first time I was in your office? I thought he was going to jump right over the counter and do me on your desk.”

My mind instantly went back to the stormy evening that Chad did exactly that to ME. God, what a fuck. I was really torn now because I hated to lose the best lover I’d ever had to Christine, but I also wanted her to experience what he was capable of doing with his incredible cock.

“Well, he acts that way around EVERY female,” I said without much conviction.

“I’m not every female,” Christine said. “And I want his body. I think it’s the least you can do for a friend—a friend who saved your career. Just set us up and let me take care of the rest.”

There was no getting out of this one. It was simply a matter of finding the least painful way to get Chad and Christine together. I would have to think about it. Maybe—just maybe—we could all benefit from this.

Chapter 2

“Hey, Chad. Do you have a minute before you go?”

I waited at my office door for his nod of confirmation, then sat at my desk until he strode in. He looked his usual impeccable self, even at the end of a long work day.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Close the door,” I said. “Sit down.

“Do you remember Christine Payne from the other day? She’s the manager of the Elm Street branch…blonde, beautiful.” He was nodding his head before I even finished.

“Yeah, I remember.”

Like there was any doubt. “Would you like to meet her? Socially?”

The look on his face was priceless. I could see the wheels spinning in his head. He had to wonder why I, of all people, was offering to set him up with a beautiful woman. But if he had any second thoughts about this ending our ‘relationship’, he didn’t show it.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Sure.”

I shouldn’t have expected anything else, but it was kind of deflating all the same. I mean, I’m thirty, have a great body, and am described as ‘cute’ by most people. And here’s my latest partner taking no more than two seconds to decide he’d be more than glad to cheat on me just because I suggested it. The nerve of this dude!

“Good,” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. “I’ll set it up and get back to you. Or she will. I’ll talk to her.”

“What brought this on anyway?” he asked, looking a little less confused.

“She saw you the last time she was here and mentioned you to me. We’re friends so I said, ‘Do you want to go out with him?’ She said, ‘Yeah’ and here we are. It’s that simple,” I said, leaning back in my chair knowing it was far from that simple.

“Thanks. I owe you,” he said. “Is that all?”

I let him go home, while I sat in my office and repeated his words in my head over and over: ‘I owe you.’ Damn right you do. Now if I could only keep track of who owed what to whom.

Chapter 3

“Cool. Thank you for talking to him,” Christine said.

We sat in the family room of my house on a Saturday afternoon for the sole purpose of finalizing the plans on how to get Christine and Chad together. But, it was always nice to get with Christine away from the work environment. She looked stunning, of course, in her designer jeans and top. Sometimes I felt so inadequate around her.

“No problem. So how and when do you want to do this?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about this.” Christine took a drink şirinevler escort and looked over at me as if preparing either herself, or me, for her next thought. “You certainly don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. I’d understand.”

“God, Christine. Just say it.”

“Well, I thought maybe you could just invite Chad over here one day and we could all…you know, all be here together.”

“And…,” I said after a short pause.

“And see what happens,” Christine said timidly.

I stared at her, considering all the possible meanings of her suggestion. The only one that kept floating to the top of the list was ‘threesome’.

“I thought you wanted to take Chad out?” I said.

“I do. But I don’t want it to interfere with our friendship. I thought the best way to handle that would be if we could both, you know, see him at the same time.”

“You mean date him at the same time?” I asked.

“No, no. Jesus, Rachel. You’re not making this very easy,” Christine said.

“You want a threesome.”

The abruptness of my statement—not even a question—seemed to stun Christine. She looked down at her drink, then back at me.

“Yes. If you agree.”

I’ve done a lot of things in my life, but never that. I can rarely get ONE person to have sex with me let alone two. And then there was that other factor: was Christine suggesting she and I…

“You and I wouldn’t…this is just Chad and us, right?” I asked, my apprehension beginning to show.

“Can’t we just see what happens without making any promises?” Christine urged.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I had no right to ask that of her, but it came out before I could stop it. Maybe it was just me thinking out loud.

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

We gazed at each other for what seemed an eternity. Then she said, “Listen, Rachel. We’re doing this as an opportunity for me to get with Chad. I’m suggesting we do it here, together. Can’t we just agree to that?”

It was impossible NOT to agree to that. She had every right to be making up the rules as part of my pay back of the debt I owed her. But it certainly wasn’t what I expected her to ask for.

“OK. Deal.”

Chapter 4

If I was a little bewildered by Christine’s plan, Chad seemed on the verge of hyperventilating when I explained it to him. The word ‘threesome’ never left my mouth, but it seemed as plain to him as it had to me when Christine first offered her idea.

“She wants a date with me but she wants you there?” he asked when we met in the office to discuss it.

“Yep. It wasn’t MY idea.”

“Are you going to do it?” he asked with a wry smile.

“It’s my house. I have no place to go,” I said.

He laughed. “What if we…I mean her and I…decide to, you know…”

“She made it sound like we’d cross that bridge when we got to it,” I explained.

Chad’s eyes lit up. “Well, you better fucking believe we’re getting to that bridge. I want to cross it.”

This time I laughed. It was going to be an interesting ‘date’.

A couple days later we had decided on a mutually agreeable date and time to meet. It was destined to be a life altering event, one way or the other. Either I was going to enter a world I’d never thought I’d enter, or it would blow up in our faces and I’d lose one friend and one lover. Was it worth the risk? I was in the banking business, where life was full of risks.

When the designated Saturday arrived and the meeting hour drew near, I showered and stood in front of my closet choosing between a half dozen outfits. Was I supposed to pick one out with Chad in mind, or Christine? Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever be making that choice.

I settled upon a short top that zipped up the front. It reminded me of a jogging top, only shorter and a little tighter. Then I grabbed a pair of hip hugging jeans. It was a safe option that didn’t seem to favor either of my guests. I decided against a bra and found a nice thong. A few minutes under a blow dryer and I was about ready. Nervous, but ready.

Chad showed up first, as I suspected he would. Apparently he had Christine in mind when he dressed. He looked gorgeous and comfortable and very fuckable. Christine was famous for being late to social events and tonight would be no exception. God only knew what she would wear.

We found out fifteen minutes later when she appeared at my door in a low cut, v-neck sweater and a denim miniskirt. God, she looked good. And the smile on her face when I formally introduced her to Chad was surely a portent of things to come.

There seemed to be an immediate connection between the two despite a ten year age difference. Of course, their jobs created a natural topic to start a conversation. But they were soon off onto many diverse subjects completely unrelated to work. I felt pretty good about the chances of Christine getting her wish to fuck the young teller. My role, however, remained fuzzy.

I kept the drinks escort istanbul flowing with an eye open for any signs of either Chad or Christine crossing the line into the state of drunkenness. An hour or so later, everything still seemed to be under control.

I was in the kitchen getting more snacks when I witnessed the first physical connection between Chad and Christine. They were standing, looking through the sliding glass doors that open up to my porch. I have a pretty good view of the mountains from there. Chad’s arm rested on the top of Christine’s ass, with his hand lightly caressing a cheek. She seemed to lean into him a little when she felt it. They continued talking, although I could not hear the conversation.

I watched for a minute, then carried the food into the room. Something was going to happen, but I couldn’t tell what or when. I just felt it.

“I’ve always loved this view, Rachel,” Christine said. “Can anyone see in?”

I was a little puzzled by the question. “No. I don’t have neighbors in that direction. Why?”

“Because if Chad keeps playing with my ass like that I might do something crazy,” she said, smiling at Chad.

“Crazy?” he asked before I could. “Like what?”

“Like pull out the hard cock that was rubbing up against me.”

I sat on the couch, facing them. “Don’t let me stop you.”

When they both looked over at me, I grabbed a pretzel, crossed my legs and leaned back as if waiting for the show to begin.

Christine’s hand was on Chad’s crotch, rubbing the outline of his cock. They moved closer together and began a long, sensuous kiss. You could feel the energy between them as their hands probed and their tongues clashed. There was a lot of pent up passion in that kiss. I couldn’t wait for it to proceed to the next step.

Christine pulled down the zipper on Chad’s jeans. Her fingers disappeared inside his pants, rubbing his erection and cupping his balls. Then she broke off the kiss and used both hands to open Chad’s pants.

The pants fell to the floor and both Christine and I stared at his shorts. It was more than obvious he was getting very, very hard. She had the advantage of being able to touch it. I just watched. Finally, her hand slid inside his shorts and gripped the cock I had come to enjoy so much. I knew what she was feeling—the thickness, the throbbing warmth, the large head.

Chad’s hands were also busy. They had been caressing Christine’s ass and roaming inside her sweater. Now he took hold of the bottom of the sweater and began to pull it up. When it got as high as her arms, Christine raised her hands above her head and let the young man lift the sweater off. He flung it aside.

Christine’s breasts were magnificent. Large, firm…everything a woman like me would kill for in breasts. Chad put his hands around them. He pushed them in and up, obviously enjoying the feel of the ample tits molding to his hands. Then he leaned forward and licked a nipple.

Christine tilted her head back with delight. Chad sucked on the rigid nipple for a few seconds before opening his mouth and taking in as much of the breast as he could. I could feel the moisture collecting between my legs as I watched the couple. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but decided to wait.

Chad spent time at both breasts, causing Christine’s nipples to extend even further. Her moans seemed to indicate approval. But she couldn’t resist getting to Chad’s cock. She grabbed his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles, allowing his cock to spring free.

Christine kneeled in her tight skirt, running her fingers along the length of the shaft. Then her tongue was gliding up and down the cock. Finally, it vanished between her pretty lips. Christine held it with one hand and sucked vigorously. The slurping sounds filled the otherwise silent room.

That silence was broken by Chad’s voice: “That’s it, Christine. Suck my cock. Deeper!”

She complied with longer, deeper, faster actions. I knew Chad was very good at holding back before cumming, but I wondered how any man could not be aroused beyond control by this beautiful woman. Chad held her by the head and fucked her mouth.

“Ohhh, yes! You’re so good,” he said.

Christine looked over at me. I was shocked to hear her say, “C’mon, Rachel. Help me out here.”

I hesitated at first, content with just watching. But then Chad said, “Yeah, Rachel. Come on.”

I got up, but before I could kneel down to join Christine, Chad said, “Take your top off. It’s only fair, right Christine?”

“Absolutely,” my friend agreed with a smile. “You’re WAY overdressed.”

I wouldn’t have thought twice about Chad’s demand—I’d done it for him plenty of times already—but the idea of being half naked in front of Christine was still a little intimidating. Yes, I knew it might come to this, but still…

I slowly reached for the zipper on my top. I pulled it all the way down, but let the top hang over my breasts for a few seconds. Then I put on a shy, innocent girl act ataköy escort before pulling back the top and exposing myself to them. It was more for Christine than Chad.

Once I was topless I got on my knees opposite Christine. We exchanged smiles and quick glances at each others chests. Then we concentrated on Chad’s cock. Our tongues and lips fought for space as the stiff cock bobbed up and down. More than once our lips met as we jointly sucked on Chad. It was electrifying—way more than I would have dreamed.

“Oh my God,” Chad said. “You’re both going to get messy if you keep that up.”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Christine ordered.

I watched her take his entire cock into her mouth. Then she gave me my turn and I tasted the sweet precum oozing from the tip.

“I think he’s ready,” I said.

“Well, we can’t do this dressed,” Christine replied. “Time to get naked!”

It couldn’t have worked out better. I had been terrified of when or if I’d have to be naked in front of both of them. But this seemed so natural. We each stripped at our own pace, watching each other and forgetting about ourselves for a moment. In less than a minute the three of us were undressed, standing close enough together to touch.

I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. Chad was gorgeous, of course, with his muscular body and rock hard cock. But Christine. God. It was enough to almost make me forget about Chad. She had curves I never knew existed and was flawless from top to bottom. I was actually getting hornier just looking at her.

“Do you have a bed we can use?” Christine said, looking at me.

I would have been happy with the floor, a chair, table, couch…you name it. “Sure. Follow me.”

I led the others down the hall, upset that I couldn’t be checking out Christine’s ass on the way. I already knew Chad’s was perfect. I suspected hers was, too. We got to the bedroom and I preceded them into the room, more than a little nervous. Was I the only one?

“It’s not much. But here it is,” I announced with a wave of my arm.

“It’s perfect,” Christine said. “But I think we need to bring Chad back to life.”

We both looked at his semi-erect cock. By all accounts it was still big, but not nearly what it was in the family room.

“I know what would do it,” he said calmly.

“What?” Christine and I asked in unison.

“Get on the bed, Rachel,” he told me.

I obeyed, apprehensively awaiting his next order as I lay down.

“Aren’t those beautiful breasts, Christine?” he asked, looking at my chest.

“Very nice,” she confirmed.

“Wouldn’t you like to taste them?”

She smiled. “I’ve been thinking about that ever since I saw them.”

“I think I’d really like to watch you do it,” Chad said, cock in hand.

Nobody bothered to ask my opinion, but I wasn’t going to complain. The thought of Christine licking and sucking my breasts was both scary and exhilarating. This was the part of her original suggestion that I feared most, but now that it was imminent, I couldn’t wait.

Christine climbed onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help but look at her breasts as they hung from her chest. Her beautiful hair flowed down around her face…the face that was now directly over my breasts. She looked into my eyes for just a second, then lowered her head.

I don’t know why I expected a woman’s mouth to feel any different on my breast than a man’s. But I did. And it WAS different. Christine’s lips and tongue felt magnificent as she tenderly worked my nipple back and forth, then sucked on my breast. I found it very hard to believe that she had never done this before.

“Oh, God. Christine.” I arched my back and raised my breasts higher, begging her with my body to continue. She alternated between my nipples, getting each one harder and harder with her mouth. Then she put a hand around each one and massaged them while she licked. On his best days Chad could never make me feel the way I felt with Christine.

“I think she likes it,” Chad said. “Look at her nipples.”

Christine looked over at him while he stroked his cock. “I think you like it to.”

He was harder and longer than I had ever seen him. It would have taken two seconds of him inside me to make me cum. And I thought if Christine kept it up I’d cum anyway.

Luckily, she moved up and brought one of her breasts to my lips. “Lick it, Rachel. Suck on my nipple. I want to feel what you’re feeling.”

It took thirty years for me to taste my first female breast. After thirty seconds of having one of Christine’s in my mouth, I never wanted to stop. I licked and sucked and nibbled on her. Her moans told me I must have been doing something right. And I couldn’t keep my hands off her incredible body. If this was what it meant to be bi, I was sold.

“OK you two. I’ll let you play some more later,” Chad said. “Right now, I want to fuck somebody. Christine, how about rolling over.”

I was disappointed to have her lay next to me, but excited about what was about to happen. She was probably going to get the best fuck of her life and I was going to watch. My pussy ached with anticipation.

Chad was immediately between her legs. His cock shot out from his body like a tree limb, hovering over Christine’s pussy. She spread her legs even farther apart, bending them at the knees to give Chad perfect access.

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Emmy had suggested we spent the evening watching a film, and I was happy to go along with her plan. I’m fairly open-minded in what I watch, and cope readily enough with most things she chooses. I might object if they were sappy romances time and again, but—to be fair to her—they’re no more common than any other genre, so it works out ok.

Lazily, we’d picked up a take-away for dinner, and, once we’d finished that, I rummaged around in her cupboards and found popping corn. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine, if I’m watching a movie at home.

With an attractive girl on the sofa with me, my attention was easily distracted, you might argue; I’d claim that the plot started to drag around the halfway mark.

“Oi,” muttered Em, as she gently pushed my hand off her bust, “I’m trying to watch this.”

Undeterred, I stroked her arm for a couple of minutes, before edging back to caress her breast.

“Give over! Later.”

That was me told: I went back to trying to concentrate on the film. ‘Later’, however, was earlier than I reckoned, and about ten minutes later, Emmy’s hand wandered up my thigh, and lazily grazed over my crotch. Innocently, I shifted my hips slightly, and she giggled at me, before leaning over to kiss me.

I cupped the breast I had been dismissed from, and kissed her back. Her attention, though, was short-lived, and she turned back to the screen. A finger ran, slowly, along the stiffening length under my trousers, though: and my hand was not sent away. I tickled a finger where I knew her nipple must lurk. After a moment, it sprang to attention, just discernible beneath her top, and Em gave a little sigh.

Messing around with Em is a delightful experience. Half absorbed by the film (I maintain it warranted only this much attention), half distracted: the minutes flew past. I’d edged under Emmy’s t-shirt, hiking the hem up to get my hand up. I managed to slide my hand into her bra from the top, cupping a small, perfect tit, and slowly, deliciously, rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

The film segued into what promised to be a dialogue-rich scene, and Em shifted over, to sit straddling me. I was only briefly saddened to lose my handful of breast, though, as her groin pressed down on mine. Her mound rubbed on my caged cock, as she kissed me deeply, as my hands holding her waist.

When the characters stopped talking, I edged Emmy’s long auburn hair out of the way in order to sneak a glance at the screen. Em twisted round, still on my lap. I rested a hand on her crotch, feeling the heat of her through the fabric, as we silently watched.

Sadly—depending on how you look at it—the film improved from about that point, and the messing-around-on-the-sofa diminished. As the credits ran, and I tidied up our glasses, plates, and such in the kitchen, Em checked her phone.

“Mel’s delayed, but on her train: she reckons she’ll be back around midnight,” she called. I checked my watch: half-ten. I went back through.

“Long day for her. Do you want to wait up?”

“Nah, it’s not like she doesn’t have a key,” she rationalized, finishing her drink. “To bed!” she commanded, handing over her glass and unfolding herself from the sofa.

As I cleaned my teeth, my mind drifted back over events, and a tingle in my pelvis presaged a nascent erection. I went back into Em’s bedroom, my pyjama trousers beginning to tent.

Em, lying in bed and reading a magazine, glanced up as I made my way to my side of the bed, a small, knowing smile on her face. Nonchalantly, I got in to bed, and edged over to her, wrapping an arm over her stomach, and playing with her hair with my other hand.

“Hello,” she murmured, still looking at the article, “what do you want?”

“I thought we could pick up from where we were distracted, earlier?” I proposed, my fingers dancing down her midriff to drift lightly but meaningfully over her crotch.

“Did you?” Em smiled at me, but closed me off with a “How about in the morning?”

The weight in my groin would, I knew, be frustrating overnight: but—on the other hand—if Em was more enthusiastic in the morning, it would make a great start to my day. I’d take the delayed gratification, I decided, and not push my luck.

“Fair enough,” I concurred, “You reading for long?”

“Nope, just ’til you got to bed,” she said, leaning over to turn off her light. “Sleep well, love.”

On her side, Em wriggled back towards me. Frustrating? Awfully so, as my stiff cock was nestled by her buttocks pushing into my crotch. I didn’t help myself, by winding an arm around her to rest my hand in her cleavage, under the sheer silk of her cropped top.

It was going to be hard, I reckoned, to get to sleep.

I dozed off, eventually; I must have done, because I was woken by Mel getting home: I heard her coming in the door, and relocking it. Blearily, I peered over Em’s shoulder at the clock (about quarter past). Mel’s heels tapped past the ajar door, towards her room.

I lay in the gloom, bahçelievler escort and listened to Em’s slow, regular breathing for a few minutes. Through the thin stud walls, I listened to Mel’s shower start up, and rolled over to get back to sleep. I tried futilely to ignore the dull ache in my balls, as I heard Mel get out of her shower. Em stirred: she must have been disturbed by the noise, or my restlessness, and slipped from the bed. She padded, silently, to the en suite.

Closing my eyes once more, I tried to think calm, sleepy thoughts. I felt the duvet lift behind me, as Emmy got back into bed. Reversed from my position of earlier, her hand snaked round my waist; over a hip; to rummage in my crotch. I grunted, shifting my hips to move away, slightly: I needed no further tantalizing.

But then I came suddenly awake, for I heard the tap in Em’s bathroom run.

Rolling over, my suspicion was confirmed, for on the pillow beside mine was the little blonde head of Mel, her eyes shining.

“Hello,” she grinned at me, “Did you have a nice evening, just the two of you?”

“Yes, thanks,” I instinctively replied, before my brain caught up, “What’re on earth are you doing?”

Mel propped herself on one elbow as she casually explained herself.

“Coming to bed, obviously: surely there’s space, and I’d otherwise be all alone,” she purred.

“I can’t claim to be insulted that you think of us as a bedwarmer, but don’t you have a boyfriend? Tall, known me for years, admittedly not here,” I extemporised, “but you can’t possibly have forgotten him.”

“Andy knows what I’m up to, don’t worry,” she reassured me, as Emmy emerged from the bathroom.

“Smooth journey?” Em asked, climbing under the covers and pushing Mel further in, towards me. I knew, instantly, that—once again—I was an unknowing participant in one of her plots.

A small, detached part of me marvelled briefly, at Em’s reaction to finding me (unwitting, I swear, milady) in bed with another girl.

“Not bad,” confirmed Mel, ignoring me while apologising to Em, “Sorry it got late, things over-ran. Not too late, I hope, if you’re both awake?”

Ignoring me superficially, that is, as her hand crept, unseen, to trace the length of my rigid dick. I knew that, as Em said, Mel and she sometimes like to share. So why would I object?

“Not at all. Perfectly timed, in fact, ‘cos I think I wound Chris up a bit, and then put him off until the morning,” said Em, glancing at the clock, “Which it now is, technically.”

As if I needed another indication of Em’s forward planning.

“Perfect,” Mel grinned. She darted forward and planted her mouth on mine, kissing me hard. Almost before I could respond, she shoved her hand down my waistband, rapidly located my balls, and gave them a quick squeeze. I gasped, muffled by her mouth, and pulled my head back.

“You never muck around, do you,” I asked, almost plaintively. Em just chuckled; Mel had the grace to look slightly bashful.

“Nope,” she admitted, pulling out her hand, and straddling me with one leg as she climbed nimbly over me. I glanced down, as she passed, and saw a flash of dark clothes on pale skin, before she was hidden from sight again. Intrigued, I reached past her head to the switch, and flooded the room with light, and tugged down the duvet to examine her.

Mel’s a small girl: cooperatively, she stretched her slender length out for me to see, arms reaching above her to free her blonde hair. My gaze roved over her, displayed beautifully. Not as pale as Em, her skin was slightly flushed from the warmth of her shower, and contrasted with the sheer black of her lingerie. Mel’s breasts, no more than mounds, were as prominent as they could be, gently pushed up by a lace-edged bra, and I leant in to trail kisses cross their tops. I leaned back, and my eyes travelled over her narrow belly to the low cut filmy black triangle that covered her crotch, and the slender legs extending towards the edge of the bed. Mel gave a low chuckle at my obvious pleasure, which in turn made Em laugh silently, pressed behind me.

Em, too, had looked Mel over, and while I was distracted had reached her own hand round to my pyjamas. Loosening the tie, she pulled the waistband down, freeing my long-suffering cock. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, she slowly stroked.

I sank onto my back, and lifted my hips to allow me to discard the trousers, and then pulled Em to me. Her mouth melted under mine as she rubbed me, and I traced my fingertips down her sides. I laid one palm on her mound, and she pushed her hips forward, onto me, as my middle finger rested on her cleft. Never one to ignore a pretty girl, I reached the other way with my free hand, and located Mel, who had sidled closer to me. A second hand joined Em’s, and cupped my ball-sack, tugging them slightly: I knew it must be Mel’s. My hand found her pussy, smooth beneath the encasing fabric, and I nudged it aside istanbul escort to run a finger, delicately, across from her thigh and onto the lip.

Em broke off our embrace, and knelt aside me. Grabbing the hem of her short silky top, she pulled it over her head, her boobs jiggling slightly. I pounced one them, nipping the smooth surface gently between my teeth, before pulling on a taut pink nipple with my mouth. She gasped, and it was my turn to chuckle. One handed—lest I neglect Mel—I tugged on the shorts she wore, and forced them down to her knees. My hand was at her pussy immediately, as I kissed and licked her tits. Splaying her inner lips with my first and last finger, I could run the other two up from her hidden orifice, drawing wetness with me. I sought her clit in the fold at the top of her slit; finding it, she quivered slightly. Her hand returned to encircle my cock just as Mel abandoned me to pull off her own knickers, interrupting my handiwork only briefly.

I now had a pussy in each hand: both warm, and increasingly moist as their excitement grew.

“Lick me,” begged Em, and she pushed me back and straddled me, facing my feet. Inches above my face was the neat pink slit, with its tidy auburn patch on the mound. Her lips were flared, slightly, and the little nub protruded slightly. I wasted no time, but parted her labia with one hand, and ran my stiff tongue from the opening to her cunt forwards. A little moan came from above. I felt Mel shifting, as she, too, straddled me, facing Em. I felt the warmth of Mel’s pussy resting on my chest, as she embraced her room-mate.

“That’s not fair,” she teased, “I wanted to get eaten out.”

“Should’ve been quicker,” muttered Em, concentrating on the sensation of my lapping at her clit.

“Well, you can always help,” said Mel, slyly, and I felt her weight lift from me. As she moved, I felt her feet aside my chest, and then her hands came next to my hips. I knew what was coming, and lifted my hips to help. Sure enough, Mel stuffed a pillow under my butt, then took the head of my cock into her mouth. Running her tongue around the sensitive rim almost made me lose my rhythm on Em’s pussy. Sixty-nine always causes me delight in equal amounts with distraction: the sight, scent and touch of a quim in my face fighting the pleasure of the mouth on my cock. This, then, was greater delight and distraction, knowing that the pussy I serviced was not that of the girl swallowing my dick.

I was suddenly diverted by understanding what Mel had meant, and that she was mooning Em: her arse would be straight in front of Em’s face.

“Oh, alright,” sighed Em, “just this once.”

Several things happened at once, then. Em must have spread the cheeks of Mel’s butt, and plunged her tongue forward onto the naked cunny. In turn, the invasion of her cunt made Mel’s arms suddenly weaken, and she sank onto my cock. The combination of Mel’s tongue fluttering over my frenulum, and the knowledge of Em’s cunnilingual activity, almost made me come, and my cock throbbed.

Fortunately, Mel realised, and slowly regained control of herself; I did the same. I knew, from previous conversation, that this was out of the ordinary for both girls. Nonetheless, Em clearly knew what she was about, because Mel’s coordination was suffering. She whimpered slightly as she took my length deep into her, lips perfectly sealed around my shaft. Keen to prolong things, I distracting myself my concentrating on Em’s pussy. My hands above me on her hips, and with her tilting her pelvis perfectly, I had her cunt spread before me. I circled the delicate nub with the tip of my tongue, then laved from across the hood of her clit back between her minor lips. Thanks to the hands on her hips, I could stop her bearing down too heavily on my jaw, though she tried. I refocused on her clit, aiming to get her off before she crushed my face.

Mel’s moans were recognizable, now, for someone who’d heard her being eaten out. A two-tone ‘oh-oh’ was muffled by my shaft, but discernible all the same: she was close to a climax.

“My turn,” announced Em, “I don’t want to be the only girl here with her face full of pussy, Mel.”

Em lifted herself off me, and settled herself next to my head at the top of the bed. Spreading her knees, she presented her pussy perfectly to Mel as she came off my cock with a long last suck and turned round.

“Grand,” said Mel, flushed of face, as she examined her exposed friend. “It’ll be easier than last time; you’ve even less hair.”

(I knew I’d want to follow that particular revelation up later.)

Perching herself on one arm, Mel dropped her face to Emmy’s crotch: Em’s gaze followed, and latched on to the sight. Mel took a first, long, lick: right from Em’s taint, up over the wet entrance to her cunt, between the lips, to tickle her clit. A gasp broke from Em, as she bit her lip.

“Fuck…” she muttered, and dragged her attention to me, “Don’t just lay there, Chris,” she smiled. bahçeşehir escort “Get on and give it to her. I want you to destroy her: she’s very demanding.”

Mel, her face buried between Em’s pale thighs, obviously acquiesced with Em’s suggestion. As I knelt behind her, she cocked her hips to spread her cheeks and show me her pussy. Her hand was already there, a finger working her clit furiously as she licked Em out.

The petite blonde’s slender frame didn’t give me much to grab, but I held her by the waist as I lined myself up. Under Emmy’s proficient mouth, Mel’s labia had flared, the introitus opened slightly, welcoming. Mel herself had slicked my shaft with her own saliva, and Em and her juices left her bare pussy wetly lubricated. Carefully, I nudged the tip of my cock to rest at the entrance to Mel’s passage. I took a moment to ready myself.

I drove into her cunt.

Piled in: one long, merciless impalement. Forced forward by my cock bottoming out in her twat, Mel’s face was pushed into the pussy she was eating. With the finger already on her clitoris, my shaft jammed into her was enough, finally, to trip her over the edge of the abyss. A convulsive tattoo wrapped my shaft as her stretched vagina contracted on me as she came, and a drawn out moan drifted from Em’s groin.

The contractions; the heat; the wet grip on my erect cock; I savoured them for the moment I allowed Mel.

But Em’s command couldn’t be ignored. In control, now, of the pace, I knew I could take my time and enjoy the nailing I would give Mel. I pulled out, risking coming out of her entirely, and instantly rammed back in, balls-deep.

Again.

I set a steady pace, not yet frantic, but using the full length of my shaft to split her open; stretching her pussy as far as I could with every stroke.

Again.

Em, captivated, watched with her eyes half shut, a growing flush spreading across her smooth tits as she held Mel’s head close with one hand, and tweaked her own nipples with the other.

Again.

Another moan came from the sleek blonde head trapped at Em’s pussy, as I slowly, surely, steadily increased my rate. Holding her by the hips, I had complete control, and could keep Mel’s face up against its target, while ensuring I was ploughing her with my full length on every plunge. Even so, the concussion of me driving into her was rhythmically pushing her mouth and nose into Em.

Again.

Mel’s index finger was flying across the sensitized nub between her legs: no need to help her, I could focus on my plundering. Her moans broke into a long, drawn-out squeal as she came again, followed swiftly by a gasp from Emmy. A convulsive shudder went through her loins, she grabbed Mel’s head and arched her back as her orgasm overtook her.

I was torn between continuing to fuck Mel senseless, and a growing need to screw Em. I slowed my pace, slightly, without shortening the length of stroke. I guessed that in the same way, Em would want the stimulation of a filled cunt: as she’d said before, she does like a cock involved—although Mel’s mouth seemed to have been pretty good.

A tremor passed through Emmy, and she opened her eyes once more, and watched me with a small smile. I grinned back.

Mel came up for air, and rested her head on Em’s thigh, a little gasp coming from her every few strokes.

“Looks like Mel’s been well used: can I have a go?” asked Em, hungrily.

“Mm-hmm,” murmured the slender girl. I released my grip on her hips, and allowed her to slide off my shaft. She collapsed, almost, to one side, but with a finger slowly, delicately probing her flooded pussy. Em shuffled down the bed, and I quickly advanced towards her. She guided my stiff cock to her slippery opening, and her head went back with an ‘oh!’ as I slid, luxuriously, into her tight embrace.

A few long, slow strokes let my girth expand her cunt: Emmy wrapped her long, slim legs around my back, which helped lengthen the passage to accommodate me. Her pussy twitched as I slowly fucked her, the muscles in my legs bunching and relaxing as I revelled in the close fit of her tissue around me.

Wordlessly, I rocked to one side, so that we lay on our sides, Em’s legs still round me. With slightly more space, she wriggled one hand down to where we joined, and pressed her clitoris against my pubic bone. Em’s face buried in my neck, I felt Mel nestle behind me, the firm nipples on her almost flat tits pressing into my shoulder-blades. The knuckles of the hand buried in her pussy rubbed against the small of my back, as she slowly constructed another lazy orgasm.

Ever attentive to a naked girl in my bed, I reached back, over both our bodies, to Mel’s butt. My fingers traced over her taut buttocks, towards the juncture of her legs. Instantly, she raised one leg, gifting me access. My fingers groped forward, grazing her delicate anus, and finding the sopping entrance to her well-fucked cunt. I sank two fingers in, and softly gyrated them. A hiss broke from Mel, as her cunny clenched around me, and Em emitted an answering moan.

I rocked back and forth, my dick sunk deeply into Em, and deliciously sandwiched between their beautiful bodies. Mel pushed her crotch against me, insistently. The heaviness of my balls, and the increasing throb in my shaft couldn’t be staved off for any longer.

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My first attempt after many years of wanting to write one! Any help is welcome!:)

I am lying in bed in a bit of a haze after last nights activities. My memory comes back vividly am I am Stroking myself thinking about sucking on your big beautiful nipples while your man fucks you from behind so that your boobs swing about and slap into my face, then sliding down to 69 and slowly licking down your body around your boobs down your stomach around your belly button. Taking long slow strokes across your groin and down the sides of your pussy licking your outer lips and using my tongue to open you up while you suck my cock head into your mouth.

Your man has pulled out and is making out with Caitlin while they watch us suck and lick, she has his big cock in her little hand and is stroking it. His hands are running over her body feeling her ass and boobs.

I’ve opened up your pussy enough with my tongue and I am sucking your clit and inner labia into my mouth, you are getting wetter and wetter so that it is starting to drip onto my face. You have a finger in my ass and I slide one into yours and we make the same slow strokes in and out

Caitlin is in all fours next to us getting fucked hard by your man she is making little squeaking noises as she gets closer and closer to cumming

You have got my whole cock in your throat and you are rocking back and forth sliding it in and out I can feel your drool running down my balls and over my ass while the rocking motion is sliding your clit over my face and tongue. You want to feel my cock inside you so you pull back and my cock slides out your mouth pulling a trail of saliva with it.

Your man has flipped Caitlin onto her back and is licking at her beautiful little pussy with long slow strokes making her moan and gasp when he brushes her clit, he stops before she cums and kneels next to her head to present his hard cock to her she licks topkapı escort it up and down getting it wet and slippery so she can take it into her mouth. He slides into her mouth with a groan but she can’t take it all so she holds him back with her hand at the base of his cock. He is pumping his cock in and out and once he knows her limit she moves her hand down to cup his balls while he squeezes her boobs and twists her nipples making them stick out super hard. He notices her legs are wide open and her pussy is glistening with girl juices and begging to be touched so he slides a couple fingers into her and finger fucks her almost in rhythm with his cock in her mouth.

You paused to watch your man and Caitlin but my cock brushing against your lips brings you back to “us” your pussy lips are glistening and your juices cause trails where they touch my dick. I have my hands on your boobs squeezing and lifting them twisting your nipples every so slightly you rub my dick head between your lips and slowly lower yourself onto me sighing with pleasure as I slide into you in one long slow stroke so you sink all the way down and have my full length inside you you rock back and forth rubbing your clit against my public bone. Your pussy is so tight around my cock it feels like it is sucking it and the heat is incredible. Your juices and my precum have caused a frothy ring of lube to form around the base of my cock and you use a finger to scoop it up and put it in my mouth while we kiss and use our tongues to share our combined juices. After it’s all swallowed you raise back up your nipples and boobs pointing out in the air and start riding me hard slamming your ass down on me while I try to hold onto your ass with both hands. You have your hands together on my chest which pushes your boobs together and raises them up even further. It’s a heavenly sight your hard nipples istanbul escort poking out in front of your gorgeous breasts and your face above slack with pleasure and sheened with sweat.

Caitlin is sharing your desire to ride a cock so she pushes your man off into his back and straddles him. She grasps his cock in her hand and rubs it up and down her slit to get it wet while they make out and suck each other’s tongues. Your man licks his way to her nipples and sucks and bites on them making Caitlin gasp and plunge herself down on his cock taking his whole length into her, she has her back to us and as she leans forward we can see her wet little pussy stretched out around his cock and she moves up and down her pussy lips get pulled out and in until she works up enough lube to slide in and out with no resistance. Your man is squeezing her ass and pulling her ass cheeks apart so we can see her asshole winking at us Caitlin slams down hard and grinds she has one finger rubbing her clit in front and your man slips a finger in her ass this pushes her over the edge and her gasps turn silent as she cums hard on his fat dick. She collapses in a heap on his chest and his dick plops out of her totally covered in her slime. You can’t resist and you reach over and lick it clean and start sucking him off, you run your tongue up and down and all around his dick making sure you get every drop of their combined juices even what ran down over his balls he is groaning and moaning and his balls are tightening getting ready to empty. I can’t thrust into you any more so I slide out and kneel behind you, I spread your ass apart and start to lick your asshole and thrust my tongue into your pussy! I suck two fingers into my mouth to get

then wet and press them into you curling them down to stroke your g spot my mouth and tongue are latched onto your ass as my fingers ram in and out I can feel sarıyer escort you are starting to cum but I haven’t had enough of fucking you yet so I reluctantly leave your ass hole and slam my cock back into you.

Caitlin has recovered from her orgasm and is kissing your man and playing and licking his nipples then she crawls down and starts to share his cock with you you make out around it and lick each other’s tongues and mouths while licking and sucking his cock and balls he is moaning and groaning and his hips are thrusting, I can see his balls tightening and his dick swelling as he gets ready to explode, with a final gasp his back arches and he starts shooting streams of cum Caitlin continues to jerk him while aiming the cum at your boobs coating them and your nipples in sticky thick cum.

He eventually stops cumming and Caitlin squeezes the last drops from his cock rubbing them slowly into his head making him twitch.

I tell Caitlin to lie down beneath you and push you down until you are lying flat on top of her your cum covered boobs pressed into hers she opens her legs and you are between them while I close your thighs which squeezes your pussy around my cock making it extra tight I begin making long slow strokes in and out of your pussy and I can feel our orgasms building you and Caitlin are making out and licking each other’s tongues while your pussy is so wet it’s dripping down onto hers, Caitlin reaches down between your legs and starts running tour clit which send you over the edge and with a shudder and a gasp you start to cum, there is no sound you just arch your back and I feel your pussy clench around my cock this pushes me over the edge and I start cumming thick streams of cum into your pussy it’s so much it overfills you and it starts running out over Caitlin hand and pussy and the I pull out my cock and aim the last few spurts at yours and Caitlins pussies coating them. Well all roll off each other and collapse in a heap of sweaty cummy bliss. As we lie in our post orgasm fuzz we are all stroking each other and I find my hand near your mans dick with a glance I ask if it’s ok to touch he nods and I start to tug it gently. I thought I had cum fully but I’m starting to get hard again…

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Wherein I get stranded, take a chance and meet some amazing guys…

Author’s note: this is part 1 of a 12-part story arc which I’ve put under Group Sex because it involves the adventures of a thirty-something woman and a posse of young men, self-styled The Five Brothers, along with a number of their friends. Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give advance warning. This one is primarily Mature, Group and a lot of introductory background…

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This wasn’t like me.

I was the one to sit home weekends, pigging out on dried fruit, frozen yogurt and Diet Dr. Pepper while watching black-and-white reruns from the 60’s or engrossed in the Syfy Channel. And occasionally wearing out the batteries on my California Exotics Waterproof Rabbit.

It was definitely not like me to be sitting at the bar in the slightly sleazy lounge near my hotel, on a Friday night, watching the testosterone-based eye candy walking by. Of course, it wasn’t like me to be on the road over a weekend, either. I was usually careful to be back in my own bed by Friday night.

Tonight was different, insofar as the ding-dong that was running our roll-out project had bolloxed things up but good. So instead of a mid-week implementation and a late flight Friday night, I was staying over while the software hotshots figured out what went wrong. I wasn’t going to be teaching our clients’ people about their new system until it was up and running, and I couldn’t go home until they’d been blessed with all the knowledge I could impart.

I have no idea what wild hair got up my ass, but I was feeling so disgusted at being trapped in L.A., that I decided to take a pass on room service and go find something in the way of a real, brick and mortar restaurant. I found one – a nice Italian place with heavenly scents wafting on the breeze – sandwiched between a strip club and the aforementioned sleazy bar.

Deciding there were other thirty-something people walking around in the neighborhood and in particular, frequenting Antonio’s (the restaurant), I decided to put on my Big Girl and brave trying it. It turned out to be well above average. A wide variety of Italian cuisine and a decent wine list determined my treat to myself… Pollo alla Cacciatore with a carafe of the house Chianti. I let myself get lost in fantasies of dining with a mysterious stranger in a Florentine café along the banks of the Arno, watching the Medici’s coach roll by while people scattered out of their way as they toured their Grand Duchy of Tuscany.

Or so my mediocre romantic fantasies went. Most of my real world relationships were dead before they started. Married early, divorced, no kids… a career took the place of a family. It also took the place of a good portion of my social life, which is why I went through batteries so quickly. My libido wasn’t a problem. Satisfying it was. I had become very good friends with my Rabbit.

That wild hair was still tickling my ass when I left the restaurant, delightfully sated – for food, at least – and slightly buzzed from the wine. I was about to head back to the hotel when I realized there was some decent rock/blues/jazz coming from the bar next door. Listening closely, to make sure it wasn’t coming from the strip joint, I decided to investigate. I love jazz and blues music, and these days it is almost impossible to find a place with live music that isn’t some kind of hip-hop/rap crap.

When I entered, there was a small vestibule with an old, unused coat check room to the side. Straight ahead there was a long bar hugging the right wall and the rest of the room opened to the left. There was a stripe of tables down the middle, then a dance floor and then a stage, where the band was playing. Beyond the main room, there was an anteroom with additional tables. And the whole place had “atmosphere”… dim lighting, the smell of beer, cigarettes and dope, and the sound of conversation drowned out by the band.

The band caught my attention. Three guys, two girls, had to be in their late twenties, maybe early thirties, and at the moment they were playing some of the smoothest electric blues I’d heard in forever. One of the girls was on bass guitar and the other was playing rhythm. The three guys had lead guitar, drums and keyboard. The bass drumhead said “Fuzion”, which I presumed was their name. It would make sense, since the music they were playing was an eclectic mix – a fusion – of a lot of different styles.

So I walked on up to the bar and spotting a seat about halfway down, eased over to it. There wasn’t a drink, or anything marking the spot, so I slid out of my coat, hung it on the back of the barstool and sat down. As the bartender came over, I glanced to either side. To my left was an attractive couple, backs to the bar, definitely interested in the band. To my right were a couple of apparently beyoğlu escort single guys – they didn’t seem like a couple – also paying attention to the band but surreptitiously giving me the eye.

Again, totally atypical me, I decided if they wanted to look, so did I. So as I settled in, I gave both of them a very solid once-over. It seemed only fair, since they were doing the same thing. Actually, so was all the eye candy walking around. Definitely scoping each other out.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, and I turned my attention to him. I could go back to the guys later.

“Something red and reasonably good,” I told him. “What have you got?”

“A Cabernet or a Zinfandel, mostly,” he told me. “Inglenook if you want Napa Valley or Yellow Tail if you want Australian. That’s about it for the ‘good stuff’.”

“A glass of the Yellow Tail Zinfandel, if you please, sir,” I smiled to him. He just nodded, returning my smile, and headed off to get my drink. I went back to perusing the guys. They must have finished their inspection of me because they were back to looking at the band… mostly. I caught one of them pointing out a pretty young girl, over by the guy playing lead guitar. As in, pretty, young, and pretty young.

These two gentlemen, for want of a better term, next to me weren’t all that bad looking. Had to be mid-20’s, both well groomed, trim… couldn’t see their asses, but their shoulders, waists and hair looked nice. Once of them had dark, medium length hair combed back into what my grandmother’s generation would have called a D-A… a “duck’s ass”. The other had short, sandy blond hair, almost a military look. I guess I wasn’t too careful about my sizing them up.

As my drink arrived, the blond turned to me and said, “Hi. I’m Dave. I hope you like what you see. Would you like to dance?”

That caught me completely flat-footed.

“Um… uh, I don’t know,” I stammered. “I don’t dance much.” He kept looking at me rather expectantly. “Oh, sorry…”, I recovered. “Hi. I’m Elizabeth – Beth, for short. And yes, I liked what I saw.”

He held his hand out. “Dance, Beth-for-short?” he asked again.

The band was just wrapping up the bluesy jam they’d been doing and I had a moment of panic. If they played another slow song, it meant slow dancing with a complete stranger. If it was a quicker jazz or rock piece, I could probably do okay. But he’d still be a stranger. “Hi, I’m Dave” didn’t count. Then “Fuzion” surprised the hell out of me. They started an electrified rock version of Glen Miller’s “In the Mood.”

This was swing. This I could do. Jitterbug. Perfect!

“Sure,” I smiled, slowly standing up… then fumbling around, trying to figure out what to do with my purse.

“I’ll watch it for you,” the dark haired fellow told me.

“That’s Paul,” Dave informed. “A buddy of mine. He’s cool. He’ll save your seat and watch your purse, no problem.”

“Thank you, Paul,” I nodded to him, leaving my purse on my seat, knowing it might be a mistake, and turning to follow Dave. And to pause for a moment as my breathing stopped and my uterus clenched. Hard. And my pussy.

Dave, now standing before me with his hand out to escort me, was a hunk. A major hunk. I’d noticed the cotton dress shirt he’d been wearing, sleeves rolled up, when he was sitting next to me. It looked nice on him. Now I could see that it was unbuttoned in front and he had on some kind of stretchy Lycra-spandex-cotton-whatever “Dago-T” on under it, and the man had abs to die for! And pecs! And buff shoulders, and chiseled forearms, and a tight waist and oh-my-God I was going to be in trouble. Addle-pated schoolgirl came to mind. And that’s not good in your thirties.

I looked up from staring at his chest, to his face, his slight smile and his electric blue eyes. Oh, fuck! He had to have gorgeous eyes…

I looked down, embarrassed at my reaction, and that was a mistake, too. Nicely tailored slacks, probably Hardwick or Corbin or something like it, and since he was turned sideways to me I could see his tight, well-muscled ass… I was in so much trouble! But right now, it was just an invitation to dance, and dammit, I deserved some attention! Or so I told myself as I took his hand, trying to ignore the shudder that ran through me, and let him lead me to the dance floor.

We reached an open spot and he took both my hands without a word and slipped into a classic jitterbug. It took me a moment to sync up with him, because of being surprised, but it quickly dissipated as I got lost in one of the things I truly enjoyed and seldom had anyone to do it with. He was good, and pretty soon his strong lead had me doing moves I hadn’t done since high school. He was dancing an East Coast Swing pattern and it felt easy to twirl in his guided turns, to move side-by-side and back, to move a breath away from a kiss and slide back, teasing with a bit of hip shimmy and loving the istanbul escort look in his eyes as he followed my moves.

I was rapidly getting lost in him, and I didn’t care.

I was disappointed when the song wound up, and it probably showed. I started to turn to leave the dance floor, but Dave caught my arm.

“Another?” he asked. “I like dancing with you.”

“Me, too,” I admitted. “You’re a damn good lead. Where’d you learn jitterbug?”

“My mom and grandma,” he told me. “They’d go on and on about how the simple swing dances were so much better than the ‘vertical fucking’, as my grandma rather colorfully put it. I had them show me, and I liked it. How about you? Where did you learn?”

Fuzion slid into their next song and I was surprised that it was a Springsteen number, “Dancin’ in the Dark”, a good solid rock beat good for swing. Dave put out his hands and I figured what the hell? I’m loving this…

Conversation over the driving rock was impossible, so we just fell back into dancing and I fell back into his lead. He was getting a little more than suggestive at times, but I really didn’t care. Actually, I really liked it. I tried talking again as Springsteen faded into a sustained reverb.

“My mom, too,” I told him. “We used to mess around in the living room. She loved swing and got me hooked on it. I’m damned glad you asked me to dance.”

“Paul and I did the rock-paper-scissors thing for it,” he smiled and I felt my breath catch. “I won.”

“Why?” I asked, but before he could answer, the band slipped into Eagles’ “Take It To The Limit”. I figured we’d walk off the floor at that point and again started to turn away.

“You’re going to bail on a waltz?” he asked, and held out his arms.

Oh, my God, he waltzed, too!

“Oh, no…” I stumbled. “I just figured, a slow dance… you know… you might want to take a break…”

“Please, indulge me,” he asked, still holding his arms out. I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no!

I stepped forward and he pulled me into an almost perfect cage. I loved it. But I was also starting to get a bit randy and this much younger man – well, maybe much younger… not sure on that one – anyway, this very sensual and sexy man was aggravating it. I didn’t want to insult him. But maybe a little flirting?

“You know, you can relax our dance space a bit, if you want,” I told him. “Even if you are professionally trained.”

He chuckled, but he also eased up, drawing me in. Oh, my God, he felt good…

“I’m not professionally trained,” he told me, leaning his head next to mine, to talk into my ear without shouting. “My mom and grandma gave me a solid background in ballroom dancing, but no real classes or anything. I like it. With the right partner, ballroom and especially Latin ballroom can be a lot more intimate than any of the ‘dirty dancing’ that passes for social intercourse these days.”

I pulled back a little to look into his face. I was probably going to regret soaking my panties later, but right then I wanted to look into his eyes.

“So, Dave…” I asked slowly. “Um… if you don’t mind… how old are you, exactly? You look young, but you speak with the wisdom of the ancients.”

He chuckled again. “Not the ancients, I assure you,” he told me. “Just good manners, I hope. I just turned twenty-five. I hope that’s not too young for you.”

“Too young?” I iterated, rapidly going through all the things he might be too young for and not finding anything that would stop me. The randy part of me was really starting to stand up on her hind legs.

“No, you’re not too young,” I told him. “Of course, that begs the question, too young for what? I mean, really, Dave… how old do you think I am? Do you think I’m one of those MILF’s or Cougars or whatever they’re called these days?”

“I hope so,” he muttered softly, then went on a bit firmer. “I’d say you’re about thirty-three to thirty-five,” he answered seriously. “Middle-class, good job, takes care of herself. Probably single or divorced from the lack of a wedding ring. Generally conservative from your clothes, but not anal about it. You like music and dancing and feel great to be with. Paul’s going to be envious as hell that I’m hogging you.”

“Thirty-seven,” I told him, “and thanks for the compliment. Yes, middle-class, divorced, no kids, travel for my job and usually stay at home. Is that too boring for you?”

“Not at all,” he told me, drawing me a bit closer. “There are definite advantages to ‘older women’, especially when they let their adventurous sides out. I’m enjoying one right now. You know how to dance sensuously and intimately without making a spectacle of it. You do know what MILF stands for, right?”

“Oh, yeah, I do…” I breathed. “Is that what you have in mind?”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “Right now, I’m enjoying dancing with you. I’m going to have to give Paul a shot, or he’ll be insufferable tonight.”

It fatih escort was my turn to chuckle. “It’s nice to be appreciated,” I told him.

“You have no idea,” he muttered, drawing me in even closer so that my head was on his shoulder. I was definitely waking up in my nether regions.

“So what do you do for a living?” I asked, letting myself collapse into his embrace.

“Navy,” he told me. “Just finished four years active duty. Now I’ve got two years active reserve, then two years IRR. I’ve got about a month’s leave to burn before reporting to my next station. What about you? What do you do to pay the bills?”

“Teacher,” I told him. “Medical Information Control Systems. I teach corporate and hospital personnel how to use my company’s order-entry and tracking software. Boring.”

“Not at all,” he smiled graciously as the music ended and we slowed to a stop. “Band’s going to take a break. Let’s go back and rescue your purse – and give Paul a bio-break. He probably needs it.”

“As do I,” I smiled. “Thank you, Dave… you are making my night.”

“Well maybe we can do even better,” he smiled, then guided me back towards my spot at the bar.

Paul was watching with curiosity as we approached and my purse was exactly where I had left it.

“Paul, buddy,” Dave addressed him as we reached the bar, “Beth-for-short is an amazing ballroom dancer and quite a bit of fun. I figure I’d piss you off if I monopolized her all evening. I’ll watch the seats if you two need to run to the head. I’d really appreciate it… Ms. Elizabeth (emphasis his)… if you’d come on back afterwards. I truly enjoy your company.”

“Oh, bet on it, Mr. Dave,” I told him. “I’ll be right back. And thanks, again, Paul for watching my stuff.”

“Not a problem, I assure you,” he smiled as he stood to head for the foyer. He was slimmer than Dave, and had dark eyes to go with the dark hair, but he had a catlike grace and he was every bit as effective on my female bits as Dave had been.

I made my way to the Ladies’ room and waited my turn – everybody headed for the ‘loo when the band took a break – and eventually finished touching up my face and taking a hard look at myself in the mirror. Depending on which part of my self-image processor was online, either I didn’t look too bad or I looked like a wreck.

I mean, I’m not that bad, until you put me with a group of college girls barely out of diapers. Then I look frumpy, no matter what I do. It’s an age thing. But Dave was right, there are advantages to adventurous older women – in this case, mid-thirties – although I really don’t consider myself adventurous. I’ve had some wild sex, both with my ex and a couple of men I dated afterwards, so anal sex and tie-’em-up games weren’t all that strange to me. In fact, with a partner I could trust, I really liked them.

And I guess being “full figured” could be attractive. I wasn’t up to “voluptuous”, yet, as far as I was concerned. My tits are a bit big, being a 34D-26-37 at 5’7″ tall, and there’s definitely a bit of “comfort padding” spread around my butt, hips and belly, but I do work out some and watch my diet, and I keep my weight hovering around 125 lbs. with occasional excursions to 135 tops, so it’s not like I’m the Pillsbury Doughboy or anything.

I did have to wonder what those hunks Dave and Paul saw in me, since they could probably pick up any woman in the place, and I also wondered what Dave had meant by ‘maybe we can do even better.’

I headed back and found Dave and Paul chatting with a third fellow, also around mid-twenties by my guess. This one was thin, like Paul, and dressed in a coat, open shirt and slacks. He had short red hair and a goatee to match. When I got closer, I realized he had green eyes. Another one for the ‘good looking’ books.

“Elizabeth,” Dave addressed me as I approached, putting out his hand to take my arm and guide me in. Somehow I liked his use of my more formal given name. “I’d like you to meet Jerry, another friend of Paul’s and mine. It’s his place we’re staying at. Jerry, I’d like you to meet Ms. Elizabeth… sorry, don’t have a last name. She is a music aficionado and danseur majesteuex. We’re enjoying her company this evening.”

“Fantastic!” Jerry turned to me. “Will you be coming out to the house?”

I looked at him blankly. I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about.

“We haven’t filled her in on that, Jerry,” Dave jumped in, then turned to me.

“Paul’s on break from college,” he explained, “and I’m on leave, so we’re staying at Jerry’s. Paul and Jerry and I, and a couple of others, are all friends from high school. We all sort of decided to get together for a few weeks and Jerry’s was the best place. It’s up in the hills. He’s got a pool and spa, tennis court, in-home theatre… a bunch of other stuff. He’s done pretty well. We were all going to go back there tonight. From Jerry’s comment, I’d say you’re welcome to join us, if you want.”

“That’s very gracious of you, Jerry, and I appreciate the offer,” I told him while an unruly part of my mind ran wild with what I could do with five hunks, one of whom was obscenely rich. “Let’s see how the night plays out. I’m staying nearby and intended to go back to my room tonight. But I’ve got a rental car, so I can be flexible.”

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By the end of the first week I had fucked a total of 6 guys.

And by my calculation: Forty one and a half inches of cock and eight loads of spunk.

The next week would see me take my tally to 17 different guys, with the waiter fucking me a second time making my total 18 sessions for the fortnight.

I had one further threesome with two black lads from Nottingham and a single day when I was fucked by eight guys, one after the other.

The next guy was a pretty straightforward fuck.

Another meet from a club and a night spent in his hotel room. He fucked me twice, once the night we met and then he sent me home dripping with his spunk in the morning too.

He was a German lad, cannot remember his name, decent sized prick about seven inches long and he came really white cum. His spunk was really white and creamy. His first lot went straight into my mouth following a doggy-style fuck on his bed, then he finished off by spinning me around and unloading into my eager mouth. The morning fuck was missionary and he left me with a cunt full of his cum to send me on my way.

Sandra my mate had a threesome with two of his friends the same night. We both left together in the morning, spunk stained and satisfied. Sandra had enjoyed a good DP from his mates and she had cum up both her holes in the taxi going to our apartments.

The next two cocks I had at the same time (8 and 9.)

We had been clubbing and had drawn the attention of gang of lads from Nottingham. They were all black lads and at the end of the night we again all paired off, me with two really big lads Darren and Lewis. They were both bouncers on a club door, or so they told me and inseparable.

I flirted with them both in the club, getting dances off them both. My tight mini skirt (black in colour) and my white t-shirt were both receiving attention. As we danced my arse was felt up, at one point I was sandwiched in-between them both and they ground themselves against me in a mock fucking motion. I could sense fucking, huge cocks on them both as they did so, They towered above me, each at least 6 foot 2 tall and very muscular.

I also had them both feeling up my t-shirt and playing with my tits when we sat down in an alcove and I snogged them both alternately, sticking, my wet tongue deep in their mouths as I did so.

Darren had his hand up my skirt and into my panties, sticking two of his fingers up my soaking wet pussy at one point. I was fucking gagging for them both by this point and we headed off to their room.

The taxi ride was fun, again with me between them in the back and lots of groping and heavy petting going on. I rubbed their cocks through their trousers in turn and could sense I was in for a really good time.

Once inside their room, we settled down to a night off heavy fucking. My skirt and t-shirt were quickly removed, leaving me in my black lacy panties and high black heeled shoes.

The guys both stripped as I fingered myself lying on the bed. Once down to their boxers I could see how big they were. They were both fucking enormous.

Darren sprang his cock out first a good eight to eight and a half inches of black meat for me. Once I got to work on sucking him as his mate stripped down fully I was already sopping wet. The moment I saw the huge cock of Lewis I knew was going to have a hard time and a hard fuck. Lewis was even bigger about nine inches long and that was before I got him fully erect.

I sucked on them both side by side, alternating my attentions between these huge cocks. Sucking on one whilst wanking the other each offering encouragement. Slobbering my spit all down their huge black shafts, my pussy getting wetter in anticipation with every lick and gobble.

“Suck it slut.” Lewis urged.

“Fuck yes use your tongue on it, go taksim escort on wank him too.”

“Fucking take it all you dirty white slag,” they both told me.

I readily agreed really working on them both till they were fully hard and stiff.

My panties had been removed and as I slobbered like a slut on their pricks they both took turns in getting their huge fingers and hands all over my cunt. fingering me hard and stretching my cunt lips wide open.

“Your little white cunt is going to be splayed,” Darren told me.

“Fucking do it then,” I urged him.

“Fucking split me open you black bastard,” I said as my first climax took over me as Lewis fingered me.

I finished my cum with Lewis’ massive cock in my mouth, trying to swear as I came off but only managing to moan and grunt half garbled words.

I was then spun around and entered doggy-style by Darren as Lewis fed me, literally fed me his long dark cock.

I was being pounded hard by Darren from behind and my throat rammed onto Lewis from the front.

“Fucking whore … dirty fucking tart,” Lewis said as he watched his friend doggy fuck me.

“Go on fuck the cunt,” he ordered.

Darren obliged. They then changed positions and Lewis splayed my quim with his huge nine to ten inches of meat. I was in heaven.

Within a few humps my second climax hit me, as I bucked best I could to meet Lewis’ huge thrusts.

“Fuck it, fuck it. Go on fuck it,” I swore and squealed as I was humped like a rag doll by these two massive men. At one point they attempted to DP me but their cocks were too much for my arse to take, so we settled for spit roasting and swapping places.

They both wanted to spunk in my mouth and I again eagerly obliged.

They stood over me as I sat on the edge of the bed and fingered my wide open gash. Only my heels still on. They wanked furiously off in front of me and within minutes I was being sprayed with two loads of hot, sticky spunk.

They both aimed for my open mouth and managed a partial hit. Half of their cum meeting its target as I swallowed it down, the rest splashing onto my face, my nose, chin and cheeks receiving spurt after spurt of their jizz loads.

I was awash in spunk. I eagerly sucked the last drops from their pricks and licked them clean.

I didn’t stay the night with them, in truth my cunt was sore after the pounding I had taken by them. I dressed pretty quickly, mini skirted and still with a spunk stained face and got a taxi to my hotel complex forgetting my panties, which I left as an accidental souvenir for them!

That was my total now at: 9 Different cocks, and by my reckoning 66 and a half inches of meat and 12 loads of cum up me or on me.

The next day was one of no fun, I was recovering from my night with Darren and Lewis.

The day after was the wildest of the holiday.

It started on the beach and ended with a group of eight lads/men fucking me one after the other.

I was bathing in the early afternoon Sandra and Tracey, the rest of our group had gone off to some street market.

A large gang of men were playing cricket not far from us and as we lay topless they began flirting with us. the ball coming our way and us tossing it back to them.

Cries of, “You can play with our balls anytime love,” and lots of other jokes about the way our tits wobbled as we threw the balls back made the afternoon fun and the sexual tension was growing as well.

When they took a little breather a few of them made their way over to us and chatted with us. They were a mixed bunch some mates, some locals and a few assorted others, whose wives didn’t appear to enjoy the banter quite as much.

The men who chatted with us were a varied age range some istanbul escort in their 20s, others 30s and I would guess the eldest in his 40s.

After a few chats, compliments on our figures and bikinis and a few flirts I was feeling quite fruity as was Sandra.

I made an excuse to go to my room and intimated to one of the young lads to follow me. A few whistles accompanied our departure and within a few minutes we were both in my room.

Snogging heavily which then became heavy petting. Within seconds my bikini bottoms were off and his shorts too. We had a suck and licking session for a few minutes and then he fucked me missionary to start with and then doggy. His cock was average, about 6 inches in length. During this fuck I became aware of how turned on I was and his cock was not really satisfying my desire.

As he emptied his balls up me doggy style, I still hadn’t cum off.

I intimated I fancied his mate, think his name was Ian. He seemed to take this info in and on leaving me lying on the bed with his cum up me he went back to the beach. I told him I was going to wait and said,” I would love Ian to come up and see me.”

He smiled a knowing smile and within minutes Ian was knocking on my door. I hadn’t bothered dressing or cleaning the spunk out of me as I walked to the door naked except for my mule style sandals.

Ian was there on opening it and his eyes popped out as he entered the room. Within minutes we were at it as well, him fucking me hard from behind, easily slipping up me as his mates cum lubricated our fuck and seeped out of my cunt as he fucked me. We fucked for a while when i heard a noise at the door.

It was Sandra. She was checking on me and found me on all fours being fucked hard by Ian.

“So this is what you’re up too you dirty cow!” she said to me.

I smiled at her as Ian continued fucking me.

“Is he the second?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “And not the fucking last either, Im so horny San.”

“OK,” she said. “Leave it with me,” and with this she about turned and left us too it.

Ian quickly added a second lot of spunk up my cunt, his six inch prick twitching and filling me up with more goo. As quick as he spunked up, he got his shorts on, thanked me, and he was out the room quick as a flash. I think the situation got the better of the young lad.

I lay playing with myself, I still hadn’t cum even after the two cocks I had sampled so far.

At the door in a few minutes time I heard another knock.

I walked over still naked save for my sandals and opened it. The cum was dripping from my fanny by this point. On opening it I found the elder of the group of men, a guy in his 40s. He looked me up and down and told me what Sandra was doing.

She was organising the men on the beach, making it clear I would fuck a few of them. This really made me feel slutty and ready for more fun. The older guy and I were soon at each other, his cock was thicker than the others, but about the same length, six to six and a half inches long. He gave me my first climax by licking my cum filled cunt out and I came off on his tongue.

He admitted to having been in a few threesomes with his wife in the past and liked the taste of spunk, good job, I was oozing the two lads loads as he brought me off.

He then fucked me, after first having got me to put on a pair of hold up black stockings and my high heeled wedge shoes. We fucked and sucked for about half and hour, easily the longest of the afternoons fucks. He did me doggy and standing by the balcony. looking out at the beach in the distance. He also spunked up me, riding me from behind, adding his load to the previous two lots already oozing out of my by now gaping pussy hole.

He was cock 3 of the 8 I was to sample.

The şişli escort fourth was another young lad who did me roughly standing up, pulling at my hair as he fucked me calling me… “Slut”… “Cunt” … and lots of other dirty names.

He ripped my stockings with his fingers as he fucked me from behind and he spunked all over my tits after I had sucked my cunt juices and the cum from his six inch cock.

He shot a good load and told me to leave it on as the next up was his brother and he wanted him to see his, “Spunk on the scottish slut.”

His brother had a bigger cock than him, about seven to seven and a half inches long. He also liked it a bit rougher and did me in three positions, standing up, doggy and missionary. He added his spunk to his brothers load on my titties, coating them with his hot, sticky goo.

He further ripped my stockings as he did me doggy, adding to the feel of my sluttiness for the day.

Numbers 6 and 7 were very quick to spunk, each one young lads of eighteen. Both with similar sized cocks, about six and a half inches in length. Number 6 was quite shy and fucked me missionary only. He came quick but heavily, slopping in and out my wide open gash easily. His spunk flooded out me as he came and I stood up, dripping down my thighs onto my laddered and torn stockings, globs falling onto my shoes.

The cum was leaking heavily from me now. The cum on my tits drying off. The air had the smell of sweat and semen in it, musky scented and thick.

Number 7 fucked me standing up. He was a tall lad. Easily the tallest of the lot and he pulled roughly on my hair as he shot off up me. His cock slipping and sliding in me, the spunk dripping from me and coating his cock as he fucked me.

He came a good load and by this point I was again awash with it. My fanny lips red and swollen, my clit stiff and hard.

The last guy was the biggest cock of the gang. He was a heavy set man with a cock of about eight inches long. He got me to suck him off for ages as he got hornier and hornier. In the end he fucked me both doggy style and missionary.

He finished off with me sitting on a chair, my legs spread wide, my stockings all torn, laddered and more off me than on, and the cum still oozing from me. He got me to finger fuck myself, scooping some of the remaining spunk out and licking my fingers whilst he just wanked off into my face.

I egged him on telling him how much I had enjoyed, “Being their slut,” and how I had,”fucking loads of spunk up me and could take more.”

He shot off in long filmy streams of cum, splashing my face heavily with it, my nose dripping it off as he spurted and spurted on me.

As he was spunking up, his last spurts coating me, Sandra walked in, she smiled and laughed saying, “Fucking hell Anna, you do look a right state.”

She added that this was the last of them as the others had chickened out and the other married guys had left once they knew what was happening.

She walked over and knelt beside us and took the guys cock in his mouth to lick of the reamining bits of jizz from his knob end.

She then added she intended to meet a few of them a later on, and two of them fucked her that night in a threesome.

I had sampled 8 different pricks in the afternoon and was leaking spunk, coverd in dry cum and felt wonderfully sexy and satisfied.

That was my total of 17 different men in the fortnight. I had a further night of fun with the young waiter. He fucked me all over my apartment room and finished off the first time up me as I stood on the balcony, his second lot of cum was splashed over my arse as he fucked me doggy, both up my pussy and up my arse.

My final totals, by my calculations were

17 different cocks:

Roughly 120 inches in length of different pricks, and 21 lots of spunk splashed on me and in me.

Sandra had more than me that fortnight. We never managed the same numbers again but the next year saw us have ‘same room fun’ for the first time.

Both being banged doggy style on the same bed and swapping guys over during the session.

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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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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.

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“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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