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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, what is it?” I asked, curious.

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

“So where do I fit in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what happened with him?” I asked.

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

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

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

“He did?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean like as foreplay?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, it’s settled then,” she said.

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

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

“Hells yeah,” Tiff replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhhhh…” was all I could say.

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

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

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

“Oh, um, Truth,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be bold, dare,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I dare you to suck my cock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 71 Boyfriend Problems

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Out loud, Marca!”

“Yes,” I obeyed.

“Louder. Like you mean it.”

“Yes,” I said proudly, with desire.

“Yes what?”

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

“Do you love it?”

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

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

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

“You’re what?”

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

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

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

“Will you do whatever I tell you?”

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

“Will you suck my dick in public?”

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

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

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

“You want other men watching?”

“Yes.”

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

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

“Will you fuck me in front of him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about Robert, is he coming back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Marca he sounds nice is he good looking?”

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

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

“Me too, bye!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not too big for you baby?”

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

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

“Oh Mr. Hill don’t ask me that.”

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

“Oh you wouldn’t?”

“Tell me how who and when.”

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

“Is he that black coach?”

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

“Was he good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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An Earth Day story–at sea. Thanks to Voluptuary Manque, 3113, findmeinnh, stephen55, Stella Omega, Zeb Carter, Dual Triode, vrosej10, and that incomparable author and technical adviser Penn Lady, my fellow hangers-out at AH! Salut!

Mistress and Commander – The Far Side of the World

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

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

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

Again the loudhailer, “Report to the wheelhouse!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very well, Jenny. Stand to!”

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

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

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

“Seats!” snapped Margarethe.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

“Aye aye, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

“Now, Jenny, let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bloody hell,” said Robin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So that all works quite well.

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

Which I suddenly realise.

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

And I suddenly realise that too.

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

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

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

Someone says they don’t think the bar minds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to?” I say.

“All right.”

“Now?” I say.

You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait,” I say. “Spank me first.”

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

I nod.

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

“Please?” I say.

You think, then ask what to do.

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

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

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

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

“Hit me,” I say. “Hit my ass.”

And you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So that’s good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I insist! I got this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my God” she screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re going to make me explode!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This story was inspired by Lil Boom’s song. I know it sounds foolish but it sparked a decent idea. Forgive me if there are any errors. All characters are fictional and at least 18 years old. Enjoy.

***

This sucks. I moved to a new house that was many hours away from my home and now I have no friends. Maybe I should meet the neighbors. Yes, that’s sounds like a great idea.

I walked out the door of my new home and something made me looked up at the second story window of my neighbor’s house. What I saw shocked me. I couldn’t see much, but I saw the best looking tits ever. The person who had them started walking away from the window towards the back of the house. I ran back inside and went upstairs.

I looked out the window of my room into my neighbor’s. There was something amazing happening, something I’ve been wanting to witness for a long time. Something I could only masturbate to when I watched porn. A sexy woman was rubbing her pussy. Masturbating girls were a big turn on for me, and I couldn’t help slipping my hand in my pants.

Let me tell you a little bit about me. My name is Jordan and I’m 18 years old. I’m in decent shape and consider my self decent looking. I just moved into this new home because it was bigger and my parents could afford it now that they have amazing jobs. Now here’s the important part. This neighbor I’ve been spying is extremely hot. She has Ivanka Trump’s escort mahmutbey tits, Jennifer Lopez’s ass, and she looked like Kylie Jenner but a bit more mature looking. She’s a pretty young mom, with a little kid at her home that I assume is her son. There isn’t a guy who comes around often, so she’s probably single.

I watched her rubbing her clit and I start jerking my dick. I’m on my knees in front of my desk so she could only see my hair if she looked. Her body starts shaking and she squeezes her tits. I assume she orgasmed so I did too. Afterwards I cleaned up my cum and went on with my day. This was my daily routine for two weeks.

Eventually it was getting kinda boring. I had to step it up. I just didn’t know how. I went out to get the mail and my neighbor did too. Her mailbox was kinda low, so she had to bend over. The tight yoga pants she had on accentuated her curves and showed the shape of her mound. I looked around and saw no one else. I whipped my phone out and took a picture. I quickly ran into my house to jerk off to this beauty. This also became a routine thing, which eventually became boring. I needed something to do to elevate this situation in a good way. One idea popped into my head. It seemed kinda dumb, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I guess I should try.

I knocked on her door.

“Hi Ms. Jackson!” eskort She came to the door in two towels, one for her hair and her perfect body.

“Hi” she replied.

“My parents are going to be gone for a few days and it’s kinda boring at home. I was wondering if you would want to eat dinner with me until they come back.”

“That sounds lovely” was all she said then she closed the door. Now its time for some fun.

It was 8pm and I heard the doorbell. Ms. Jackson walked in tight jeans and a very tight crop top that stretched across her globes. She sat down and I served her some pasta. Candles were lit and I pulled out some wine. There was only one glass, one for her. Just for now. Dinner was nice. She let me call her Megan and we got to know each other better. We would make physical contact sometimes and she wouldn’t back off like I was disgusting. She seemed to really like me. Fast forward a few dinners, we had our last one before my parents came home. I decided to drink with her. When we finished the food, we walked out back to the pool and dipped our feet in as we drank wine.

“Are you sure you can drink this?” she asked.

“It’s not my first time,” I confided.

She was a heavy drinker this night and was kind of a lightweight. I was quite the opposite. I was able to stay sober while she became woozy. My plan was going great. She was pretty drunk now escort sultangazi so I put my arm around her. She rest her head on me. My other hand went to her thigh. I started sliding up, pulling her dress up. Eventually she fell asleep. I brought her into my room and put her on my bed. I took her clothes off, mine too. I kissed her lips. She woke up a bit, only enough to kiss me back. She winked and fell back asleep. I guess that was consent. I kissed her deeply. I brought my dick up to her mouth and slid in. Unfortunately she was asleep and couldn’t suck my dick, so I had to do sliding it across her tongue. I got into the 69 position with her and stared at here pussy, which was mere inches from my face. I rubbed her clit and licked it. I started eating her pussy. I loved her taste. I squeezed her voluptuous ass. I stopped humping her face and went between her legs. I brought her knees up to her tits. I sucked each nip and stuck my dick in her vagina. I was fucking her in the missionary position. I felt my orgasm coming. I kissed her and stuck my tongue in, one hand squeezing her tit and the other her ass. At that moment, I came deep into her vagina.

I woke up the next day to the smell of toast and the sound of… argument? I heard my parents screaming and so was Megan. She slammed the door closed and left. I went down to my parents. They screamed about how stupid I was. I don’t want to go into details of the argument.

2 years later I live in LA with Megan, who I married. We have 2 kids, her original son Mason, and our new one Erica. Life’s great, I’ve never been more happy. We fuck all the time and it never gets old. I love her from the bottom of my heart. This all started, with the Milf Next Door.

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It was just after 1:00 in the morning. Their friends had left. It had been an awkward night. He and Debra had one of their fights that wasn’t a fight and Tori and David hadn’t said more than two words to each other. After they had left, Debra had taken him to bed. It was angry sex. It was good, but he always came away from angry sex with a combination of satisfaction and disgust. She was drunk enough on wine to pass out. She would be hung over in the morning and still angry with him. Luckily, she wasn’t the type of person to fight it out. She would punish him with dirty looks and cold shoulders for about three days and then stick the argument into the vault with all of their past conflicts to be pulled out and used against him when he least expected it.

It was not a good marriage but it was the one he had. They were about to celebrate their twentieth anniversary. It was a little late now to do much about it.

He was smoking the end of the pack of cigarettes Tori and left on the patio table and reading the news on his phone when the notification flashed across the top. Her contact information was so old and unused he had never updated the misspelling. It said the message was from Toni.

“You guys okay?”

“Sure. Just a normal Saturday night. You?”

“Fine. I guess.” She said back.

“I’m smoking your cigarettes.”

“Fucker! I’m out now buying some.”

“Where?”

“The store. Why?”

“Which store?”

“The convenience store.”

“On Park?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you smoking one before you leave?”

“I can.”

“Do that.”

He took his son’s truck so he didn’t have to open the garage. It was less than a mile. He hadn’t even put on shoes. He saw the tall thin brunette standing off to the side beneath a tree. He pulled in and parked the little pickup beside her fancy Japanese sedan.

“What are you doing?” She asked when he got out. He didn’t say a word. He walked to her. Callouses on his feet were enough to insulate him from the rough asphalt. She was escort sefaköy in a striped pair of men’s boxers and a tank top that clung to her smallish breasts. He was on her before she could say anything further.

It was a bold, daring, stupid, and unsolicited move. With his hand placed gently on her cheek and his thumb pressed along her jawline he kissed her. She moved her free hand to his arm and gripped him. She extended her other arm and the long wisp of smoke streamed upward through the still night air.

She kissed him back.

She moaned and pressed her hips against him as his hand found her breast.

When finally he released her and stepped back to catch his breath she said nothing. She stood there, her weight mostly on one leg as she thrust her hip out to the side. It was a model’s pose. She took a last drag from the cigarette that had nearly burned out and pressed it out on the ground beneath a rubber flip-flop. She stared at him.

“Sorry.” He said. “I should go.” He stepped backwards and his foot found a single small stone. He turned to walk back to the pick-up.

“Wait,” she said. The look in her eyes was painful with sadness. She scanned about her. It was a dark night. A single yellow bulb cast a cone of light on a back door. The fluorescents inside beamed out the front of the store onto the pumps and a single yellow Honda that had to belong to whatever poor person was keeping watch over the store in the early morning quiet. The side of the store nearest them was lost in blackness with only a white wire cage holding those tanks you get for your backyard grill. “Come,” she said.

Hidden by darkness and the wire cage they kissed and groped like teenagers. It was insanity and the thrill of it intensified the moment. He moved his hands over her ass and back. Hers slipped first beneath his shirt and then, when unable to move inside the waist of his shorts made fast work of his belt and fly until she gripped his swollen cock.

In escort bayan response he slid his fingers to her tits and firmly took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. After years of revealing secrets while drunk at an evening happy hour or while draining wine bottles on one of their patios until late into the night he knew just enough of her weaknesses to be dangerous. She moaned at the sharp sensation and tugged at his cock with equal indelicacy.

He had no ass and his shorts fell to the concrete at their feet. The strength of her grasp tugged uncomfortably at his dick. He didn’t want to release her nipples but her pants had to come off. He was quick about it and they folded together. Her ass was pressed against the corner of the rack when he entered her.

Her long thin legs wrapped about his waist. He gripped her by the small of the back with one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

They kissed as they fucked, the only sound the slapping of his hips at her thighs and their sudden desperate gasps for air.

Her body shook with her orgasm. It never came that quickly and it seldom if ever came simply from penetration and she moaned as the sensation rose up her back in waves.

“Come. Come in me.” she whispered. As punctuation, she bit his ear hard. The vulgarity of her words was all he needed to push him over the edge. He sucked at the night air as his cock pulsed inside of her.

“I have to go,” she said suddenly. Her voice struck out loudly in the still morning. He moved to kiss her again. “Stop!” she insisted. She pushed at his chest and he stumbled backwards naked from the waist down, his dick still dripping the mixture of his and her cum. She had already recovered her small shorts when he had regained his balance and by the time he had his shorts back on she was inside of her car.

He didn’t run for her but he walked briskly. It wasn’t enough. The tires of her powerful car chirped as she darted for home. Inside the store he bought a pack escort atakent of cigarettes for the first time in five years and a soda. He added a candy bar at the counter. He never ate candy. He didn’t really care for sugar but what the fuck. Back in the darkness he lit one of his smokes and was staring up at the smattering of stars when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Sorry. I got scared,” she had sent him.

A second text from his wife admonished him to smoke them before he came home, not to bring them back into the house, and referred to him as an asshole. Accepting that she was right, that he was an asshole, he stuck the phone back into his pocket without replying to either of them.

When it buzzed again he tried not to look but it kept buzzing until he relented.

“Hey.”

“Are you mad?”

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Text me.”

“You aren’t dead are you?”

“Look. I need to get inside to bed but I can’t until you tell me you are okay.”

“Damnit. Please! Martin, don’t be a dick.”

“You aren’t a dick. Sorry.”

He had to respond.

“T, I’m fine. I get it. You don’t have to be sorry. Go to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”

“You aren’t mad?” she responded co-dependently.

“Kind of the opposite actually.”

“Yeah? Me too. I forget what the opposite of being mad and cranky and lonely and sad is. It’s been a while.”

“Go to bed,” he told her thinking the very same thing.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He drove home, hid the cigarettes in the guest bathroom, washed his face and rinsed his mouth out as if he could hide the smell and went to bed. He laid on his stomach thinking rapidly in a vague incoherent way. It only took a few minutes for his wife to get out of the bed. She moved to the couch. If he asked her she would say he snored but he knew better. Often she moved before he had even gone to sleep.

He let his mind drift to his wife’s friend and what had happened and what might happen. The sex, quick and spontaneous had been messy. He couldn’t help but think messy was the right word for it. As he imagined what happened next, talking to her in the morning, arranging to meet for drinks, doing his best to seduce her again he couldn’t help but think that was the word for it. It was messy. He anticipated it only getting messier.

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I drove a yellow taxi in New York long before Uber, Lyft, Juno and so forth made the whole thing so app based. You had to hustle out there and know where to find passengers on your own. Also, there was no GPS to help you navigate. I had a map unfolded on the front seat and other maps in my bag.

Our fleet was mostly Checkers, but we had one Chevrolet Impala as an experiment. It supposedly had capacity for only four passengers, not five like the Checker with its weird jump seats. Passengers and drivers would often ignore the capacity limits. I suppose the insurance company would give us grief if there was a serious accident and people got injured. Oops, we only cover five people, not eight.

I liked the Impala anyway, even if didn’t have the great visibility of Checker cars.

On a mild Wednesday evening in October, 1978, I had the Impala and had taken someone from Manhattan to Jacobi Hospital in The Bronx. I usually cruised back on local streets looking for a fare. There was no point in driving back to Manhattan empty.

I was headed west on Lydig Avenue, a narrow crosstown shopping street. At Wallace Avenue, a dark-haired woman hailed me and she got in the back. She said, “I’m going to 79th and Amsterdam eventually, but first I’d like to be driven around for a while. It relaxes me and helps clear my head.”

That was the first time I had gotten that kind of request.

“Any particular place you’d like for that?”

“Start off with the Bronx River Parkway, go southbound. Don’t worry about the meter, just let it run up.”

I had gotten a brief look at her while she was in the street, and now I tried to glance at her in the mirror as I put the car back into gear. The Impala didn’t have the huge interior space of a Checker, so she was pretty close to me.

She was dressed simply but neatly with business attire of a blazer, white blouse and a light-gray skirt. Perhaps the most notable item was her dark gray, brimmed hat. I looked at her face in the mirror again. She had a strong, New York-girl face with a prominent nose. It wasn’t at all dainty or “cute.” Her skin had a nice olive complexion. There was a certain intensity in her that I noticed over the course of the evening. I also would detect something else, a kind of sadness or anger that I think she was trying to hide.

We had just reached the first light at White Plains Road when she said, “By the way, do you like my hat? It’s new; this is the first time I’ve worn it.”

By this time I’d learned to always praise a lady’s hat or purse or anything else if asked for an opinion, “Yes, it really looks good on you.”

“Why, thank you.” Then she said, “How about my shoes? I have these nice strappy new sandals tonight.” She put one leg up on the back of my seat. The partition was slid back; I was often careless about that so I could hear what people were saying. I had only to glance over to see her black sandal right next to me. Otherwise her foot was bare – she had no stockings of any kind.

I called them “very cool.” I didn’t think cab drivers threw the word “chic” around very often. Then she leaned forward to look at the right side of the dash where there was a holder and a light for my hack license.

“So you’re Paul. I’m Minerva.”

“Nice to meet you.” She sat back and I noted an odd smile, more like a smirk. I had never known a Minerva and I wondered what her last name was. I imagined it being one that made for an awkward combination, something like Schumacher or Grobdruck. I had even known a kid in high school from the unfortunate House of Slutsky.

We had a few blocks to the Parkway entrance. “I guess it’s a bit lonely driving a cab, isn’t it?”

I wasn’t that good with cabbie small talk, “Sort of. You meet a lot of people briefly and then you hardly remember them in a week.”

“It must be hard if you have a wife or girlfriend, I mean with the long hours and all. If you don’t mind me asking, do you have a wife or girl out there?”

I had also learned that, when meeting a new female, one should be cautious about revealing one’s past or present romantic status. I did know that few if any women got involved with taxi drivers they met on a ride or elsewhere. It was not like Travis Bickle and Betsy the campaign worker. I decided to say, “It’s sort of unsettled right now.”

She laughed at that, “Okay, unsettled, I get it. I suppose I’m kind of unsettled myself at the moment.”

Just to be conversational I said, “Really, how so?”

“Well I used to be married, but I’m separated now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Again I heard that clever little laugh, “Don’t be sorry. He’s the one who’s going to be sorry, you can be sure of that.”

At this point I was circling up the entrance ramp to the southbound Parkway; for the next mile or so we’d be passing the Bronx Zoo. I was managing my first impressions of this Minerva. Already I was wary of her, and I let her have the next line. I was guessing she was in her late twenties or even about thirty. I was twenty-three at the escort güngören time.

“So Paul, do you get women who try to pick you up or do you try to get them yourself? I mean for more than a cab ride, of course.”

I had to improvise something. Already I knew that the low status of cab drivers didn’t make them desirable pick-up material. Probably the only women they ever banged in their cars were streetwalkers.

“Actually Minerva, it’s not an exciting job in that particular way. Maybe it happens sometimes, but it hasn’t for me.”

Now we were going over a soaring trestle above some subway yards; we could see the Midtown skyline to the south. We were near the first major junction point, the one with the Cross-Bronx Expressway. I said, “Do you want to take this?”

She interrupted, “No, just keep going south.”

Then she said, “I get it how this job is not exactly a pick-up paradise.” She seemed to be insinuating something about social class there, but I was hardly surprised by that.

She had more to say, “However, I bet there are times when girls do tease you.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Oh, just for the fun of it. You’re up there and they’re back here. You can look all you want but you can’t touch. You know, a little power game, for some kicks.”

I was getting unnerved by this the game but I was surprised at how fast Minerva made her next move. She said, “Like this,” and she put her feet up on her seat cushion, pulled her skirt up and spread her legs.

We were at the next junction – the Bruckner Expressway – and I had stopped at a traffic signal. I looked back, and there was enough light from the streetlamps for me to see up her legs and notice her bare bush. She had no stockings and no underpants. Like her face, her body was also not dainty. There was a certain solidity in her bare limbs that caught my attention.

She said, “Turn on the dome light.”

“Somebody might see you.”

“Fuck them. We’re going to be zipping down the road anyway. If they see me, they can jerk off about it later.”

I did turn on the dome, and as the signal changed I accelerated into the southbound Bruckner.

“So Paul, notice anything unusual?”

I looked back again, “Yeah Minerva, you’re not wearing any panties.” I sounded surprisingly churlish. “Why is that?”

“I guess it just makes me feel so damn sexy. I’m such a hot woman that I have to express it however I can.” Now she leaned forward on the back of my seat and said quietly, “But I do have a back-up pair in my purse. I girl should always have a spare, just in case.”

Just in case of what? But I didn’t ask. She went back to her legs-spread position with her feet up on the seat cushion. I figured I would let her have the next word, and I didn’t have to wait long.

“So do you like me being nude under my clothes? Do you like my pussy? I mean, it’s hot and bare and more than a little damp, so I assume you do.”

I felt uneasy. I didn’t trust Minerva; I knew she was toying with me to satisfy some less than savory needs of her own. That was what bothered me about Minerva’s display of herself.

I couldn’t come up with a response, so I said nothing. Meanwhile, I kept to the right-hand lane so I didn’t have to deal with the faster traffic in the other two.

Minerva wasn’t dissuaded by my silence. She said, “Being separated, I do get horny at times. Quite a lot, in fact!” I heard another of those snarky laughs, “It’s hard to date guys who are – well, who are satisfactory by my standards anyway.”

On this elevated section of the Bruckner, she had a new gimmick for me. She pushed her skirt back down; then she got her feet on the floor and turned around. That was so she could wave her ass at me.

“Look at my nice, tight skirt. And it has a zipper in the back. You know what you’d see if you pulled that down?”

I called her on that, “Your asshole, I assume.”

“Oh, you’re crude.” But I could tell she wasn’t really offended. “By the way, does this skirt make my behind look too big?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

That made her laugh, “So you like girls with some flesh on them?”

I decided to give her a backhanded compliment, “Yes, Minerva, and you’d be one of them.”

“Then I’m the girl for you.”

Yeah honey, go on a date with me and we’ll confirm that.

Soon she was sitting back in her skirt-up, legs apart position. She reached into her purse and pulled out something, “You know what a dildo is, correct?”

Just because I was a cab driver didn’t mean that I was stupid. “Yes, I know what it is.”

The one she pulled out was a white plastic tube. “This isn’t one of those that’s shaped exactly like a penis. There’s something – I don’t know, vul-gah about those. And it’s not a vibrator, but it’s certainly thick enough to be effective.”

Just as she positioned it against her crotch she said, “I’m not one of those girls who uses vibrators; no electric assist for me. bayan escort Completely manual, hands-on; that’s more than adequate. And this thing does have a substantial thickness to it, as I mentioned.”

I wasn’t completely sure why, but I was finding her very annoying. Do I actually dislike her?

She asked, “Paul, you’ve seen women masturbate before, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have.”

“Right, one of those unsettled girlfriends of yours,” and she laughed. I thought, I hope this chick gives me something really good as a payoff when she’s done with her stunt. She continued, “It’s fairly simple, I just move my trusty joystick in and out while my other hand circles my clitoris. Not too close, just around the edges. Here, I’ll show you.”

I had driven to the southern edge of the borough. If we were really going to 79th Street, I had several bridges to choose from to enter Manhattan. I decided to stay on course and follow the road around until it turned back north and became the Major Deegan Expressway. Minerva would tell me if she wished otherwise.

Minerva, however, was busy pleasuring herself. I would catch her in the mirror, and I would turn my head as often as I dared. My curiosity got to me in spite of myself.

She had to tell me her thoughts, “I like imagining this guy at work, the boss of my boss. It would be a real coup if I could score with him.” Why, do you plan on screwing your way to a promotion? I wanted to say that but I didn’t. I was also bugged that she seemed to be done flirting with me, if that was the correct term for it, and she had moved her focus to this guy at her office.

She continued in that vein, “It’s not happening yet, however. He likes these little blonde twats; he can’t appreciate a voluptuous brunette like me. Give me some time, though, and I’ll bag him.”

I had to know, “Are you thinking of him now?”

“Oh yes, very much so.”

I noted again that I wasn’t the object of her present fantasy. But what did you really expect?

I had seen other women do this to themselves and it had always been entertaining. Of course, it was usually followed by a vigorous screwing which, for me, made for a great second act. I was already surmising that this Minerva might not offer much more on this particular evening. When we were passing Yankee Stadium I was feeling more detached from whatever she was doing back there.

My mind wandered, and I thought of Joan Didion’s Maria Wyeth driving aimlessly around Los Angeles’s freeway system. It seemed one could do that on New York’s expressways too, but a nighttime excursion offered the best opportunity.

I thought of going east on the Cross-Bronx Expressway, which would take us in a big circle back to our starting point. However, I distrusted that road; it was one of the most treacherous highways in the country. I stayed the course and continued north. I thought of the straight shot up to Montreal 370 miles away.

Minerva’s legs were far apart and her feet were still up on the seat cushion. She didn’t have anything to say to me, but she was moaning about somebody named Don. I assumed that was the studly managerial guy she wanted to bang for office success.

It didn’t take her long to climax. I knew women could do it fairly quickly when in the right mood, and Minerva seemed motivated now. Just before she came she cried out, “Oh Don, you have a huge penis; my cunt is open for you!” That was followed by something unintelligible. Then she collapsed back into her seat and relaxed.

I hadn’t been driving particularly fast but we were nearly at Van Cortlandt Avenue at this point. She said, “So I bet you’re turned on. I assume you have an erection now?”

Despite my pose of indifference, I had gotten aroused anyway. I decided to tell the truth and be as casual as possible about it, “Yeah, Minerva, I definitely have one now.”

She giggled and said, “How about you take it out and show it to me? Just exit the road somewhere.”

I tried to gauge how to handle this. I decided to be coy or clever or whatever. “If you’re so eager to see my dick, how about we park and I go back there with you? You won’t be disappointed.”

“Oh no, you’re staying up there. I can look over the seat back.”

I was keeping track of how far north we were traveling. In a few minutes we’d cross the city line into Westchester County. I had to turn back soon if I didn’t want to go too far afield. Minerva had more plans. “If we do park, you can jerk-off for me. I want to see how far you can shoot it. Maybe get it onto the speedometer.” Yeah, and who gets to clean that off? I will.

I persisted, “As I said, I’ll come back there for that. You can give me a hand, so to speak.” I tried to sweeten the deal, “I’ll rub your cunt and clit at the same time if you like. I’ll even go down on you after I’m done with myself.”

“You will not!” I thought I had offered some pretty good terms there. “As for yourself, you’ve already got two hands. You don’t need mine, so stay in the escort güneşli front.” I already knew that in chick-speak “you’ve got two hands” meant, quite literally, “go fuck yourself.” Her voice softened, “I do have some hand lotion if that would help.”

I gave myself a couple of moments to consider her offer, “No, I think I’m going to take a pass on that.”

“Why, you watched me? That was like a free peep show for you. They pay to see that downtown.” Somehow the gender dynamics of “watching” were different when the roles were reversed. I would do it for a girlfriend but not a stranger.

I tried to explain that to her, “For a guy to do that, in front of a woman – unless he has something going with her – then it’s kind of humiliating. And you and I definitely don’t have anything going.”

“Really? You’ve got some nerve. You’re an arrogant little creep, you know that?”

First I had to decide on a turn-around location. There was an interchange at McLean Avenue that would work fine for that. Then I had to think of a comeback to her statement. My usual tactic in life was to placate people, but now I decided to get dramatic.

“Actually, Minerva, you are a cock-teasing little bitch, that’s what I think.”

“I beg your pardon?” I knew it was not a good sign when a woman said that.

“You heard me.” I went for more nastiness, “Also, you seem to be a whore at work, screwing the managers to get promotions you probably don’t deserve.”

She handled that with more restraint than I had expected. She was fuming but fairly quiet about it, “I don’t have to take this shit. Take me back, drop me at that diner at 231st and Broadway.”

I had entered the road again and we were going back south. “All right, 231st it is.” For the first time that evening I drove with some hustle. Minerva sat silently, arms folded, staring out the window.

At 231st I pulled up across the street from the diner. “What’s the fucking fare?” I was impressed with her venomous attitude.

“Seventeen forty, miss.”

She pulled some bills out of the wallet in her purse, “Here, take your damn money, asshole.” She hurled her roll into the front seat and bills fluttered onto the cushion. She stayed in her seat as I said, “Hey honey, I hope you get that promotion.”

I counted my take: six singles. Something was amiss. Usually when people couldn’t pay they would just got out and left. They might say, “I’ll be right back” or “I’ve got to go upstairs and get some.” Then I’d never see them again.

In one or two cases they would put whatever they had available into the money slot to placate me. In all these situations – fortunately they didn’t happen too often – I had little recourse. I wasn’t going to get out and chase them. Calling the police would be a waste of time. In those cases I had to make up the shortage myself. I knew some would come back in the 49% of bookings that was my paycheck.

But Minerva just sat there as if daring me to do something. Something about her arrogance reminded me of the Phyllis Dietrichson character from Double Indemnity, although she wasn’t blonde as Barbara Stanwyck had been.

Since she was sitting there, I did say something, “You’re still here? You do know this is not even close to being enough.”

She seemed quite calm, “So what do propose to do about it?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

She thought about it a bit and then said, “Just keep driving.”

I almost asked her where to go, but I didn’t. I considered the long trip down to 79th Street she had first proposed. I had stopped the meter, but out of sheer habit I almost turned it on again. Instead, I just shut it down entirely. I knew the light on the roof would be on now.

I wandered west to Bailey Avenue and then I headed up the hill on Van Cortlandt Avenue. I figured I’d go back to Lydig and get rid of her.

Along the way, she said, “Since I’ve been such a naughty lady, you should give me a good, long spanking.”

I was so surprised that I pulled over to the curb. “You’re playing with my head again.”

“No, I’m completely serious.”

I dared ask her, “Do you want it now, and on your bare behind?”

“Of course, that’s the only way if could be effective. We just need a spot with some privacy.”

I called her bluff, “I know a good place; we can be there in a few minutes. It’s behind the subway yards.”

I drove to the back of the Jerome Avenue yards. There was a tall cinder-block wall that hid the tracks. Cars had to park head-in on this particular block, so I pulled into to a gap and turned off the engine and lights.

“This looks pretty good,” she said.

“Leave it to a cab driver to know where to go.”

I still suspected that this was a prank. In a moment I said, “I have to get in the back with you.”

“Then come on over.”

I shrugged and went back there. There was more light from streetlamps than I would have preferred. Anyway, we could see each other fairly well.

I said, “I’m right handed, so you know how to place yourself.” I was still prepared to find that this was all a stunt and she’d laugh at me. But she did get herself into position. She put her feet on the floor and placed herself across my lap. Then she reached back and yanked her skirt up. I already knew she wasn’t wearing panties. She kept her hat on.

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By the time Melanie had chosen an outfit, dried her hair, cleaned up a little bit around the house, and put on make-up, there was no time left to finish what we had started in the shower. Shaving her pussy was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life, and I was as turned on as I’d ever been. Sadly, that had to wait while we got ready to meet Sarah for lunch.

We took the T to Back Way and walked through the windy streets together, not quite holding hands, but bumping and leaning into each other in a casually intimate way. When we stopped at a crosswalk, Melanie turned to me, rosy-cheeked and bright eyed under her fuzzy hat, and leaned in to kiss me. I returned the kiss avidly, but in the back of my mind, alarm bells were going off. We had to keep this under control!

“Hey…” I said, breaking the kiss. “I don’t want things to be weird between us, or between you and Sarah, or between me and her, ya know?”

Her face grew serious, and she nodded. “True,” she answered. “I hate to keep secrets from her, but I’m pretty sure us hooking up would flip her completely out!”

“Yeah…I agree. So let’s just be cool until we’re through with lunch and see what the story is.”

“Good plan. I’ve gotta say, though, I feel like I owe you one!”

“We can talk about that some other time,” I said with a wicked smile.

More briskly now, we walked down the tree-lined brick path of Carleton Street. Hundred-year old brick row houses receded into the distance. Turning a corner, we walked back toward Columbus Street and rejoined the modern world again.

When we got to Charlie’s, we were 15 minutes early, so we grabbed 3 stools, keeping one between us as we ordered drinks and gazed at the menu hungrily. Sarah joined us right at one o’clock-she looked much more relaxed, and she squeezed in between us happily and grabbed a menu as well.

An hour later, stuffed with a classic BLT, a portobello panini, and a perfect reuben sandwich, Sarah, Melanie, and I walked slowly back toward the Public Gardens. It turned into an afternoon of old times, but without romantic entanglements. We stopped for coffee, we looked in vain for ducks, and ambled through the last remnants of the luxurious gardens.

Finally, cold and happy, escort bayrampaşa we ended up back at their North End apartment. There, peaceful harmony, we made a spaghetti dinner with fresh Italian sausage and crusty bread. Not wanting to go back out, we lolled around the living room afterward, finishing another bottle of barolo and watching a forgettable movie on TV.

When my yawning got to be contagious, both women accused me of being a party-pooper. I grinned sheepishly, admitting only to a late night. Melanie knew exactly why I was so tired, though, and Sarah assumed it was a night of drinking and a full day’s walking and eating. I just smiled and kicked them off the couch so I could make up my bed again. Somewhere close to 11:00, they drifted off to their rooms. For a while, I heard the rustle of clothes and the buzz of electric toothbrushes, and Sarah passed through wearing her typical sweats to get a glass of water. Nice as always, she filled one for me and dropped it off on the side table with a smile.

“I’ll try not to wake you up in the morning again,” she said apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it-I was glad to make that plan!”

“Well, I’m not getting up early tomorrow, so sleep as late as you can. Melanie might go to Mass if she’s up, but she’s pretty quiet.”

“Mass?” I asked, somewhat startled.

“I think she has a lot to atone for!” she smirked.

“More than most,” I agreed.

“Anyway-g’night.”

“G’night. See you in the AM.”

A few short minutes later, and I was asleep.

The next morning, the rattle of coffee cups woke me up again. When I sat up, the couch creaked underneath me. Melanie’s head poked around the corner of the kitchen, and she looked genuinely apologetic.

“Damn,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to wake you up!”

“That’s OK,” I told her. “I’ll call it even if you pour me a cup.”

As quietly as I could, I walked to the kitchen. I was wearing flannel pajama pants and a thick sweatshirt. Melanie was in there, her hair still damp from the shower, wrapped in a long, fuzzy bathrobe. The linoleum was cold under my feet, and the wind rattled the furniture out on the balcony. She handed me a steaming eskort cup, and I couldn’t resist teasing her a little bit.

“So…Sarah tells me you’re probably going to Mass. Is that a new thing?”

“Yeah, it kind of is. I promised my mom I’d go, and now I’ve gotten used to it.”

“And confession?”

She knew I was making fun of her, and she had an answer ready: “Oh, hell yes! I like to give the priest something to work with, and I’m pretty sure they get off on the things I tell them.”

“Well, this week should be worth at least 1000 Hail Mary’s, right?”

“I’m not sure what the exchange rate is, but it’s totally worth it!” she said with a smile.

“Well, it’s a good thing we had to go to lunch yesterday-you might have dug yourself too deep a hole to get out of easily!”

“That’s right,” she said thoughtfully. “We were about to commit some more sins, weren’t we?”

“Yup.”

“And I’m pretty sure I did all the sinning and you didn’t get a chance to, right?”

“Yup.”

“So…do you want to stop while your conscience is clean, or do you want to even up the score?”

I stepped forward and grabbed the belt of her robe.

“I don’t think it’s fair if you get ALL the blame,” I said, pulling the knot loose and allowing the belt to fall. The lapels fell apart a few inches, held in place by the fullness of Melanie’s breasts. A line of shadowy olive skin was visible, though, from her neck to the silken curve of her mound. I reached inside with both hands and grabbed her waist, bringing her close to me once more.

“I only have a little while before I have to go,” Melanie warned me.

“Don’t worry-I’ll be quick!” I said with a smirk.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, her tongue dancing along my lips. I reached down and grabbed her ass, kneading her firm flesh and pulling her against my growing erection. She pushed back against me deliciously, swirling her hips to increase my stimulation.

Melanie pulled away from me and turned us around so that her back was to the butcher block moveable island under the window. It was just below waist height, and she stood on tiptoes to boost herself onto it a few inches, then pulled me close escort gaziosmanpaşa again.

“Fuck me right now!” she demanded, reaching into my pajama pants and fishing out my cock.

She rubbed my swollen glans up and down her slit a few times, spreading her lubrication across both of us. Then she aimed me into her opening and wrapped her arms around my neck again.

“Oh, fuck…” she hissed as I began pumping into her an inch at a time.

After several short strokes, I was bathed in her juices and could move freely. Stepping close, I grabbed her ass with one hand and her thigh with the other, pulling her leg up and slamming myself all the way inside her. Her eyes closed, and a soft groan escaped her lips.

“Fuck, Melanie,” I whispered. “I’m gonna fuck you and cum inside you right here!”

My hips took on a life of their own, thrusting into her with short strokes and swiveling each time to rub my buried cock against her tight channel walls. Very quickly, I could feel my level of excitement rising to a critical point.

“Melanie…” I warned her.

“Fuck, yes!” she urged me quietly. “Pump your cum into me right now!”

A few more thrusts, and I was ready to comply. When my balls tightened up in preparation, I let go of her thigh and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her up onto my cock completely and kissing her savagely. Seconds later, I felt the first contraction deep in my groin and I froze, rigid with pleasure while jet after jet of sperm burst inside her.

My legs began to tremble from the strain of our position after 30 seconds or so, and I let Melanie’s weight down onto the butcher block again. Glowing with the satisfaction of a good, fast fuck, I smiled into her eyes and kissed her several times more softly than before.

“I think we’re even now,” she said smugly. Then she pushed me back a little bit and my cock slipped out of her. She hopped off the butcher block and knelt quickly, taking my deflating hardness into her mouth and licking it rapidly clean. The stimulation was almost unbearable after my orgasm, but she finished quickly and tucked me back into my pajamas. Then she stood up and grabbed a paper towel, giving herself a quick wipe before tossing it into the trash can.

Turning back toward me, she belted her robe, kissed me briefly on the lips, and then grinned.

“Now I definitely need to go to confession!” she said happily. With that, she disappeared around the corner to get dressed.

I picked up my coffee cup, grabbed my cigarettes, and went out onto the balcony.

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I’m at work, I spend most of my days at a computer dealing with other peoples’ reports, checking data, liaising with developers to improve our processes…. Mostly computer based stuff

My life is kept full with work, just as well really because my personal life is crap… my wife has been mentally ill for a decade and no longer wishes to socialise nor does she enjoy sex anymore….

Fortunately I’ve come across a web site that my work hasn’t blocked, where I can chat to people and maybe more, although I am careful not to overdo it and get caught.

I make a few friends online, I’m completely open about my situation, never been one for leading someone on. Most people won’t even chat to a married man, some are prepared to be friends for a short while, but generally they want more than I can offer so they move on. Others use me as an agony aunt, telling me about their lives and getting my viewpoint on things, which I am always happy to provide and I get some personal satisfaction from giving unbiased opinions which maybe help people.

One or two do show some interest…. We chat and over time we get more and more suggestive. This is the story of the first of a very small handful of internet relationships that developed.

Alison is an equally frustrated spouse, her husband seems to have completely lost interest in sex, but is otherwise a good husband and dad. Her page describes her as petite, with a good figure, not interested in pushy people but interested in flirting perhaps..

She works not far from the town I work in, so things are looking promising. Amongst other things we email jokes to each other, one day I receive one from her about a court official who covets the queens breasts, and gets his wish to lick them by virtue of a con involving itching powder and an antidote in his saliva

I reply, “My saliva is special too.. Are your breasts itchy today?…;o).”

“Not at the moment, but they are sometimes..;o),” comes the reply.

“Well just let me know if they ever are…;o),” from then on she sometimes refers to me as the dragon master.

A few days later I ask if she is interested in meeting up.

Moments later her reply comes back ,”That would be wonderful….”

I had previously asked her for her number and she plucks up the courage to give me it now ,”Call me tomorrow morning after 8:15.”

The following morning I nervously pick up the phone and start to dial….. Then hang up again.. A few moments later I dial again and this time wait for it to ring…..

“hello,” a nervous voice replies..

“Hi, it’s me, the dragon master…” I say.

“Hi, I hoped it was you, it’s great to finally hear your voice,” she answers.

We chat for a while, she’s on the train and as it gets to her stop and she gets off I struggle to hear her speak so we hang up

Shortly after, my inbox alert goes, “Hi, it was great to chat… you’ve got a really sexy voice..;o),”

“Thanks, so have you, and also I found it so easy to talk to you…..that doesn’t happen often, I’m usually tongue tied with strangers,” I reply.

We carry on our email chatting, and soon after exchange photos…hers’ is a picture taken on holiday, showing her upper body and face, she’s dressed in an elegant off the shoulder dress, short blond hair and a stunning smile.. Wow..

A mutually agreeable time to meet is arranged.. We are both “having a works night out” as far as our spouses are aware. The allotted date approaches and we get more and more suggestive, I ask if she needs any of the special lotion, she replies that quite possibly she will.

The day arrives and in the afternoon I send a last email saying, “just another hour to go…..”

“I know, I’m really excited,” comes her reply.

With that I log off and shut up shop for the week…hop in my car and drive the few miles into town. When I get there I park in an underground car park, carefully selecting my spot so it would be secluded on the off chance it might be needed later on. I call Alison and tell her where I am, she says’ she’ll be about 15mins. I sit in the car getting more and more nervous… after a few minutes I get out of the car and walk to where we arranged to meet, my heart thumping in my chest…everyone who walks towards me attracts my attention until I can eliminate them as likely “Alisons”..

Finally I see her walking toward me, she’s wearing a long coat and, as she gets closer, there’s a few more pounds than I was expecting, but she still looks good.

I approach her and timidly ask , “Alison?”, she says “yes!,” so we give each other a nervous peck on the cheek…

“Would you like to have a drink before we eat?,” I ask.

“yes……that would be great” she replies smiling nervously.

We walk along the cobbled street towards the busier part of the area, I hesitantly go to hold her hand and she accepts my grip willingly.

“Shall we try this pub?..”

“Why not, it’ll be warmer than outside anyway!.”

We escort çapa go in and find a quiet spot to sit. I go to the bar and get the drinks and then sit down again beside her. It’s awkward at first.. We are hesitant at chatting, but slowly build up a rapport. Finally we decide to move on to a restaurant.

Alison is familiar with the area, she works not far from it and has been out for a meal with her boss at a restaurant nearby, so we decide to try there, and our luck is in, one table is left. We sit opposite each other and chat while waiting for he food, occasionally touching each other’s hands.

Unfortunately the table is at the entrance, and it is cold out, so every time the door opens a draught blows over us. Alison is wearing a skirt, and her legs are getting cold so I suggest she puts her legs between mine to keep them warm. She readily agrees, and I take the opportunity of her legs being close to drop my hand beneath the table cloth and touch her leg, slowly caressing her calf. She says nothing, but seems to be enjoying the sensation so I continue doing this throughout the remainder of the meal, never venturing higher than her knee.

After the meal is finished, I suggest we go elsewhere, I pay the bill and once outside the restaurant I ask, “Do you want to go to another pub, or if would you prefer it if we just sat in the car to chat privately?..”

“The car please, I’ld like to have some privacy,” she smiles.

This is more than I expected, but a wonderful surprise. My mind immediately jumps to conclusions and things start to rise in my pants, this is not so great when I am trying to walk… but I do my best.

The walk to the car seems like an eternity, but in reality it is only a couple of hundred yards and is over in a couple of minutes… we settle into the front seats and cuddle up a bit closer, and close in for our first real kiss… I run my fingers through her hair and guide her head toward me, as we kiss softly to begin with, breaking off and then connecting again for a more passionate kiss.

We break off for a breather… she says, “Do you know what tipped the balance for me… you stroking my leg, it felt wonderful, I just wanted it to go on for ever and wanted more.”

“I was nervous about doing it so soon, I didn’t want to scare you,” I grinned.

“I’m glad you did, now haven’t you forgotten something,” she chuckled, and with that she pulled me back into a kiss…. My hand slid down to her neck, stroking the back of her neck and up into her hairline, then my hand slid further down caressing as it went, down to her waist and then up again, all the while we are kissing and moaning quietly into one another…eventually I worked my way round to her breasts. They are large and soft, unlike my wife’s small firm ones… all sizes are nice, although large ones can allow more variety of fun.

Anyway, back to the story in hand.. I turn her head to the side and kiss her neck, blowing gently into her hairline, and then moving up into her hair. She groans with pleasure and guides my spare hand round to gently explore her breasts through the material of her blouse. I can feel her nipples becoming aroused. I move my hands up to the exposed skin at her neckline then down under her bra to feel her breasts properly. Alison gasps with pleasure as my hands touch her nipples, my fingers circling them as best I can in the confines of her bra.

“Lets get this out of the way,” I say and reach round under her blouse to unclip the bra, then I slip her straps off her shoulders and work them through her sleeve opening and round her elbows to remove the bra…

“Where did you learn to do that?,” she asked in astonishment…

“That’s the first time I’ve ever tried it, I’m surprised it worked so easily,” I laughed.

With that we kiss again and my hands return to caressing her breasts, this time unfettered by her bra, giving me far more scope to pleasure her… she moans through our kiss.

My right hand begins to roam down her legs to find the slit in her skirt, and then slides in underneath to find her nylon clad leg. One of her hands has by this time been busy rubbing my straining erection through my trousers.

We break off from our kiss, “Can we go somewhere more secluded, I want to take this further but this place is too exposed,” she says of the car park.

“Of course, can you think of anywhere?,” I ask.

“Well, the car park behind my office is fairly hidden and the lighting is dim,” she says wickedly.

“Ok, tell me the way,” I quickly reply.

So we drive the half mile or so to her office off Rose street, and I park in beside her car, tucking my car in against the wall of the car park to make it as secluded as possible. As soon as I finish my manoeuvre we look at each other, and as if of one mind we climb into the back seat and pick up where we left off. As soon as we start kissing again we waste no time in beginning to undress each escort bayan istanbul other. I fumble with the buttons on her blouse in my haste to get a better view of her generous breasts, she is at the same time undoing my shirt and tearing it off me. We are soon down to our lower clothing, and Alison pushes me back onto the back seat, moves over to the far side of the seat, and then grapples with my belt buckle desperately trying to get my pants open.

My buckle gives up the unequal fight and she unbuttons and unzips me in a flash, pulling my trousers and pants down together, I lift my bum to help and my clothes are rapidly just a bundle in the footwell, my cock pointing at the ceiling. Alison then leans forward with a hand on one side of me and the other wrapped around my rock hard cock, which she guides into her warm and welcoming mouth. She slides my cock in and out of her mouth, sucking on it like a child on a lollipop, obviously enjoying the sensation almost as much as me. Her tongue licks round my shaft and the bulbous tip, flicking at the area where my foreskin attaches.

“Mmm, you’ve got a nice big cock,” she mumbles, her mouth otherwise engaged. I’m a little surprised at this since as far as I am aware it is the official average size of just over 6″. I guess she is being flattering, but there again a few partners have made the same comment so maybe the official average is optimistic.

My toes curl up with the explosion of sensations I am experiencing, but I also feel guilty about being the only one being administered to. “Stop,” I ask, and I sit up. I then start to help her out of her remaining clothes, all the while taking the occasional opportunity to caress her breasts that are dangling temptingly in front of me.

Finally we get down to just her pants, black lacy ones through which her pussy is outlined. At this point I pause, move my face towards the lace and blow through the material onto her nether lips and clit for a short moment, causing her to inhale audibly. Then I trace the outline of her pussy and follow up by sliding a finger under the edge to explore the slickly velvet lips hiding just underneath.

My fingers slide easily into her slit, and they drag slightly on her panties as I move them up and down with short slow strokes, slowly working my way further up and down her welcoming opening.. We work our way into a 69 position on the back seat, me underneath with my legs drawn up so as to fit in, and her kneeling over me. All I can see is the lace covered bum and the outline of her pussy lips above me. I slide my hand back under the lace, two fingers easily slot into her warm and slippery pussy, I twist and work them in, all the while blowing gently on her genital area. My fingers move up to her clit and I lift my head up and close my lips over her outlined pussy lips and blow harder, then run my tongue over the lace covered lips. She shudders and pushes back onto my face…

“Mmm, that feels good,” she mumbles, being somewhat occupied herself.

Alison has not been idle either, by this time she has her hands on my rampant prick, and is stroking it vigorously, and is licking the tip. She then bobs her head down and engulfs the head in her velvety mouth and rolls her tongue around it. I momentarily lose concentration and give myself to the moment, my toes curl at the feeling and a shiver goes up my spine. Alison then starts to slide her mouth up and down my prick, my body shivers once again at the sensation.

I bring myself back to my own actions, and begin to slide her panties off her hips, she takes the hint and lifts herself off my face momentarily and shifts one leg over to join the other to allow me to slide them off and discard them somewhere in the footwells to be searched for later.

“Mmm, great, you shave, my favourite fashion, nothing to get stuck in my teeth,” I joke and my cock twitches at the sight of her pussy lips, swollen and slick with desire.

We resume the 69 position and I run my fingers through her wet lips, opening them to see her delicate inner flower and give me access, my cock twitching in her mouth as I do so.

I lick and blow on her inner thighs, just avoiding contact with her pussy lips, but getting closer and closer as I circle. Finally I lick the length of her lips, and gently run my tongue round her clit.

“Uummh, don’t stop,” murmurs Alison whilst sucking on me. I am concentrating so much on pleasuring her, my own sensations are pushed to the background, just as well because I don’t want to come too soon.

I run my tongue down her velvety pussy lips, her aroma filling my nostrils and her slickness coating my tongue, my eyes struggling to focus on the sight of those luscious lips just millimetres from my nose. I repeat the action a few times and then I move back to her clit, at which point I unexpectedly place my lips around it and suck hard. Pulling it, and the flesh around it, into my mouth allowing me to lick it more firmly and completely. escort etiler

“Oh my god,” Alison exclaims “I’m going to come….!” and moments later a series of shudders pulses through her body. She gasps, pushes back into my face, and lifts her head off my organ to allow herself to breathe.

Her body slowly ceases it’s spasming, and she relaxes onto me, her head resting on my turgid organ, but too tired momentarily to do anything. I give her a moment, then encourage her to move around to lie with me and we cuddle up, kissing each other….”That was wonderful, thank you , I’ve been needing it for some time,” she whispers in my ear.

“My pleasure, come again any time,” I reply with a grin…

After a brief respite she begins to wake up again and run her hands over my body… wraps her tiny hand round my prick and says “right, it’s time we gave this boy some fun..!”. She then leans over to grab her handbag from the footwell and rummages inside, triumphantly pulling out a condom moments later. I hadn’t brought any because I hadn’t expected this to happen so soon.

Alison kneels on the edge of the seat and leans over to my cock, stroking it between attempts to tear open the condom packet. She then opens her mouth and teasingly sucks the end of it in again and gives it a twirl with her tongue, sending little shocks through my body and causing my cock to twitch wildly in her mouth. With that she grips it firmly in one hand and starts to roll the condom on with the other. My cock swells even more with each heartbeat due to the constriction caused by her hand and the tight condom. Once she finishes, it stands proudly, bobbing in time to my heartbeat. She gives it a final kiss before swinging her leg over to straddle me.

Alison shuffles up so that my cock is nestled between her legs, pulsing at her pussy lips. She puts her hands on my chest, grins wantonly down at me and lowers her face to mine and we start kissing, exploring each other’s mouths. She then begins to rock back and fore so that my cock slides through her soft folds and presses regularly against her clit. This is obviously working for her because her eyes shut and she moans quietly in time with her movements. But this isn’t enough for either of us so she raises herself slightly and reaches down to position my cock so that it is just pressing against her entrance. I can feel the heat and moisture radiating from her centre even through the condom. She slowly pushes down on me and her lips yield to my hardness, separating and allowing it access with no resistance as a result of the amount of lubrication her excitement has generated.

The sensation as my prick parts her lips and slips slowly in sends shivers though me, my toes clench and I gasp with pleasure. She smiles at my pleasure and reverses direction so that the two of us almost separate again. Alison is a master of suspense, she keeps these minute movements going for a minute or two, each time our bodies mesh leads to a starburst of sensation, each separation a moment to anticipate what is to come.

Suddenly Alison releases her whole weight and plunges down onto the full length of me. I feel her hot slippery walls slide over my member with ease, and then our pubic bones meet with a bump. She closes her eyes and throws her head back with the feeling of being filled by me.

“Ooh god, that’s fabulous…I have wanted to feel you inside me for ages,” Alison groans. Lifting herself onto her knees and riding me frantically her breasts are bouncing in front of my face. I reach up and steady them with my hands, massaging them, the nipples growing stiffer as I do so. I hold one towards my face and run my tongue round her nipple and under her breast and back to the nipple.

She soon starts to shudder, her orgasm lasts a few strokes, then she slows down and collapses onto my chest with me still inside, all energy momentarily drained from her. Her head lies next to mine and I stroke her hair gently….”that was great,” she murmurs. “I’m nowhere near finished yet..!” I reply, and start to move my hips slowly to bring her system back to life but being careful in case she was over sensitive after her orgasm.

Alison slowly begins to respond to my movements, pushing back and quietly moaning in my ear, in time with my thrusts. I cup my hands round her ass cheeks and lift her off me slightly so as to give me room to thrust further in and out. I move with deliberate and slow movements, pulling out till I almost lose contact, and thrusting all the way back in a single stroke. My cock slides so easily in and out of her wet tunnel, and because my movements are slow, the sounds of our lovemaking become those of my cock slipping in and out, rather than the noises made by the seats. Her pussy walls squeeze me rhythmically as I thrust up into her.

The long strokes and repeated “entries” are bringing my senses to a peak, I can feel the cum rising in my balls, so I pull her down to bury myself to the hilt and pause for a few seconds to delay the inevitable, not wanting to come before I have brought Alison to orgasm once more. I hug her tightly and she lifts her head to kiss me gently, our lips playing with each other all the while gazing into each other’s eyes. We grin widely at each other at the unexpected level of enjoyment we are getting from the evening.

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