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February 13th. It was raining old women and sticks outside, and I was sitting alone at the bar in one of those “brass and glass” places. Almost closing time. At least this chain had a decent rib eye. Just finished my steak and vegetables and was nursing a ginger ale. Saw her walk in, sit down a few seats away, and order a Shiraz.

She looked at me. Smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture.

She said, “Scotch?” and pointed toward my drink with her chin.

“Ginger ale.”

“Not a drinker?”

“Not so much.” Didn’t want to get into the fact that I had a problem with that sort of thing.

“My Dad was like that. Drank heavily for years. Then just quit.”

“Good for him,” I said, and smiled. She had just assumed (correctly) that I had some troubles with alcohol in my past. How did she know?

“How did you know?” I delivered this question fully expecting her to ask “how did she know what?” It was a test. Could she hang?

“Just a guess. You just confirmed it,” she said.

“Nick.” I smiled.

“Julie.” So did she.

Yes. She could hang. She looked somewhat like Téa Leoni, but with dark hair (a bit damp from the rain). 5′ 6″ with a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, and smile lines. I guessed her weight at a buck-10. Buck-15, maybe. A few strands of black hair dangled errantly over her face. She swept them away periodically. Large hoop earrings. Crows feet were just beginning to form at the corners of her light blue eyes. No makeup, save for a bit of mascara. Maybe a bit of base and blush, but not too much. I guessed her age in the mid-40’s — same as me. Perfectly manicured eyebrows and a beautiful smile with straight white teeth. It was obvious she exercised regularly and took care of herself. She had great legs, good posture, and good skin. Her voice was a bit deeper and huskier than what I had expected. A smoker? Just in case, I double-checked her hands and Adam’s apple. She was all woman. And no, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

She was wearing black cowboy boots and a light blue cotton dress. She had been wearing a black leather jacket and removed it now. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were obviously fake.

She caught me looking and smiled. “You like?”

“I do,” I said as I raised my eyebrows. I felt my heart rate increase a bit, as well as the blood rushing to my cock. Pretty sure I was blushing.

She tilted her head back and laughed a deep sexy laugh. “I can tell. You’re blushing.” She giggled deeply in the back of her throat. She looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, and tilted her head just a bit. She glanced around (the bartender was presently absent). She pinched her nipples, made a little moan, and said, “They’re worth every penny. I still have sensitivity in my nipples.”

Her nipples were visible through the dress. Her face was flushed. She looked around again, then again pinched her nipples. Pulled on them a little bit. Twisted gently. Then pulled a little more. She did this a few times. Easily her nipples were poking out a half-inch from behind her dress. She closed her eyes and started breathing through her mouth. I could see her respiration quickening and a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She pulled and twisted a few more times, a little faster than before, almost tweaking them. Moving her fingers back and forth over them, as well. “I’ll be right back,” She said. “Watch my drink.”

She threw her purse over her shoulder, grabbed her coat and headed toward the bathroom. I noticed that she had strategically draped her coat over her arm and placed it against her chest. As she walked away, I could not see an underwear line under her dress on her perfect ass. Thong or otherwise.

So I sat there. Kind-of a stupid-ass grin on my face. Heart beating a little too fast. Cock hard in my jeans. I reached in my jeans and adjusted my cock so it was pointing up toward my belly. At least now it wasn’t so obvious that I had a hard-on. My cock throbbed against my lower belly, and I liked the direction this evening was headed. The friction of my jeans felt warm and comforting, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing underwear. I felt healthy and masculine and ready for whatever she had in mind.

The bartender came and went as he was closing-up for the night. Tomorrow night he’d be shellacked with Valentine’s Day dates. Tonight was a tomb. This was an isolated area of the restaurant and Julie and I were the only customers. There was a mindless sitcom muted on the TV above the bar. I was sifting through pointless emails on my phone when I heard her walk up behind me. She leaned against me and I could feel her hard nipples against my back. She reached around with her hand and traced the outline of my cock on the outside of my jeans. She squeezed gently.

“I just went to the bathroom and jacked-off,” she whispered into my ear. “I was thinking about you.”

I was speechless. This couldn’t be any more of a fantasy.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded.

She moved her right hand up and gently put her middle Ataşehir Escort finger in my mouth. I sucked and tasted her finger. My tongue swirled around her finger and she tasted sweet and musky. While still behind me, she put her lips on the side of my neck, and I could feel and hear her short breaths.

“I was thinking about going back to your place,” she said.

“I think that’s a capital idea,” I said. I threw 50 bucks on the bar for my meal and her drink and we headed out.

———-

It had stopped raining as we walked across the dark parking lot to my truck. Everything smelled fresh and clean. “You want to follow me?” I asked.

“No. I’ll just ride with you. I’ll get my car later.” She pointed to a red Acura.

“What do you do?” I questioned as we were walking. I reached down and took her hand in mine. She returned the gesture and grasped it tightly.

“Does it matter? I have a decent job. Some days are better than others. It pays the bills, but it’s not my identity.”

“Good point,” I said. “It’s good to be reminded that we are not our jobs.”

“Exactly. You get it.”

We got to my truck and I opened the door for her. She slid in, then unlocked the door for me. Another test passed. Had she just sat there like an idiot, she would have failed the test.

I got in and cranked the truck. It roared to life, and strains of Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, and McCoy Tyner cooed from the speakers.

“Bebop jazz?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Please turn it up.” She smiled.

Could this be any more perfect? “No problem.”

“Is it OK if I smoke?” she asked.

“It’s completely OK, and thank you for asking.”

She lit up. Then I lit up. I put it in drive and we headed toward my place.

“I feel like I need to say this,” I said after a long pause. “I live alone in a shithole duplex. I’m very boring, and somewhat of an introvert. I don’t drink, and I don’t have a TV — by choice. My life revolves around providing for my daughter who lives with her Mother 800 miles away.”

“I really don’t care about any of that,” she said, matter-of-fact. “This is what I know: You are wired like me. You like sex. You jack-off a lot. You enjoy sensual pleasures. Like me, you are a visual person and we’re both attracted to each other. Neither of us is married. You don’t drink, and therefore don’t require pills to stay hard. Once you’ve had me, you probably won’t want me again. I’m OK with all that. I’m just looking for one night of pleasure, then I’m gone.”

“Are you for real?” I asked.

She tilted her head back and gave that deep throaty laugh again. “Yes. I’m just a girl. Attracted to a guy with a hard-on in good-fitting jeans and a turtle-neck sweater. You’re over 6 feet and your shoulders are wide. I like the stubble on your face, and the fact that you’ve got strong hands and smell great. You’re intelligent, and not afraid of the fact that I told you that I beat-off in the bathroom.”

“Well, you’re dead-on about all that,” I said. I was wondering how she knew all that about me. She was completely correct about all of it. Heck, maybe she was smarter and more observant than me. Which isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she was testing me.

She tossed her cigarette out the window as Erykah Badu cycled into my Ipod. “Oooh. I LOVE her. (pause) Is it OK if I smoke a bowl?”

“You go right ahead. That’s not my thing. Too close to my substance abuse comfort zone border. I’m not gonna damn you for it, though,” I said.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “More for me.” She packed her bowl and went through her rituals of getting high. She started swaying gently left and right to the music as the smell of chronic permeated the truck.

“I just love Erykah Badu. She’s such a mean bitch.”

“Yes. I agree. A woman demanding equal treatment. Gotta respect her,” I said.

“Are you for real?” she cloyed.

I laughed out loud.

———-

As we drove, her rhythmic left and right swaying to the music became almost hypnotic. We liked the same type of music. The “vibe,” the “groove,” the “pocket” of the song was more important than anything else.

I noticed that she periodically reached between her legs and under her dress.

I asked, “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

She said, “Just beating-off a little bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Not even a little bit.” I was pleasantly surprised to see again her lack of embarrassment regarding her body.

She leaned her seat back. She pulled up her dress and exposed a perfectly shaved pussy. “You like my pretty pussy?” she asked.

“Yes. Very much so.” The dash lights provided just enough illumination.

She put some spit on her fingers, then spread her legs and began massaging her clit. She said, “You like watching me jack-off? It makes me feel sexy to have someone watch me masturbate.”

“You’ve got the right audience,” I said. It sounded kinda cheesy in my head as I said it, but it was completely true.

I watched as she played with her clit. Ataşehir Escort Bayan She would go slow, then faster, then slide her middle finger in and out. Then she’d go back to rubbing her clit slowly again and repeat the process. She was enjoying her body, and I was enjoying watching.

“Is your cock hard?” she asked.

“Very.”

“Can I see it?”

I held the wheel with my left knee as I unbuttoned my jeans. They were Levi’s 501’s, so I just pulled them apart. Gotta love 501’s. My cock popped out and I gently stroked it. I was very hard and it was nice to release it from the restraints of my jeans.

She reached over with her left hand and gently squeezed my cock. She continued to masturbate with her right.

“That’s a perfect penis,” She said. “Not too big. Not to small. Just right.”

“Thank you. I think so, too.”

After a bit of her stroking both her and me, she asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Not right now. Let’s save that for later,” I said.

“OK.” She continued to play with her clit as we cycled into the music of Bill Evans. I put my hard cock back in my jeans.

She continued masturbating, more emphatically now. A minute later, she grit her teeth and said, “I gonna cum.”

“Cum, Baby,” I said.

She was vigorously rubbing her clit up and down. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and growled from a low pitch to a higher pitch. She squirted a little bit on my seat as she came, her hips bucking just a bit.

She exhaled and fell in a slump. “Sorry about the squirt, Baby,” she said.

“No need to apologize. You just added to my spank bank. The cleanup is worth it.”

She smiled. I reached behind me for a blanket that I keep in the extended cab of my truck and covered her. She quickly fell asleep with a little smile on her face as I drove. She didn’t stir until we reached my house.

———-

She woke as we pulled into the driveway of my rental. She yawned and said, “I gotta pee.”

Absolutely zero shame to this girl.

We both got out and I led the way to my door. I unlocked and opened it for her and caught a whiff of her fresh smell as she walked by. That smell may have been a hair or body spray product. Maybe deodorant. To this day, I still don’t know what that “freshness” was. But it liked it. It was feminine and it was comforting.

She walked in like she owned the place. Glanced around, found the bathroom, walked in, and closed the door.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I walked over to my laptop and hit the space bar. Pandora fired up through the external speakers with Keith Jarret banging out changes for Miles.

I looked around to ensure there wasn’t anything “out of sorts” — dirty underwear and socks lying about, dirty dishes, basically anything I’d be embarrassed about. There wasn’t. In addition, I checked to make sure I didn’t have any bills or financial records that could be easily accessible. As perfect as this woman appeared, I didn’t want to take any chances. Therefore, I took a quick second to password protect the screen saver on my laptop. One can never be too vigilant. I don’t have anything to hide, but providing a complete stranger full-access to all my personal information is just plain stupid.

She came out of the bathroom. “Your turn,” she said. “Go take a shower and clean all your parts.”

“I just showered a few hours ago.”

“This is not negotiable. It’ll take 10 minutes.”

Have to pick your battles. “Um… OK. I have juice, almond milk, and bottled water in the fridge. There are tea bags above the sink. Make yourself at home.”

She smiled. “Go. And don’t beat off.” She pointed to the bathroom.

So she was a clean freak. And really, what’s so bad about that?

“Yes ma’am.” I saluted, made the requisite USMC about-face, and headed to my bathroom grinning like an idiot.

While I was in the bathroom “cleaning my parts,” she knocked and entered with a big empty cooking pot. She was completely naked.

“Hi guy,” She said, as she held the pot under the warm water. I could see her scanning me, top to bottom, paying particular attention to my penis. “That’s a perfect penis,” she said again.

“You already said that,” I said.

“Sometimes things need to be said more than once. Merely to know they’re appreciated.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatcha doin’ with that big pot?”

“Filling it with warm water, Silly.”

I grabbed the pot from her. I could tell it was getting somewhat heavy.

She grabbed my razor from the shower rack and said “Be right back.”

She left and was back in 5 seconds. She grabbed the pot of warm water from me. “Finish up, then meet me in the bedroom.”

I did. Quickly.

———-

After cleaning my “parts,” I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and walked to my bedroom.

She had taken all the sheets off my bed. She was laying on her back, head and upper body on a pile of pillows. Legs open and slowly massaging her clit as I walked in. She got up and Escort Ataşehir said, “Lay down right here.”

I did. I could still feel the warmth of her body on the plastic mattress cover.

“Do you have any girl toys?”

I pointed to the dresser. “Top drawer.”

Her ass was almost heart-shaped as she bent over to reach in the dresser. Between her legs, I could see her perfectly shaved vagina.

“Yay!” she said as she triumphantly held up a blue vibrator. She turned it on, then back off. “That will do just perfect. Lotion and towels?”

“In the bathroom.”

She headed that direction, and I could hear her finding the things she needed, as well as washing the vibrator. Clean freak. In addition I heard her put something in the microwave for about 15 seconds. The lotion, I assumed.

She came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and said, “I’m going to shave you.”

“Well, then,” I said. Not real sure what else to say.

“Lift your ass a little,” she said.

I did and she pulled off the towel. I was immensely hard, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off my cock. It was throbbing, moving itself up and down. I had zero control over this. With the back of her fingers, she gently rubbed my cock, my balls, and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. Sensuous.

“I can see your boys are tight up against you. Don’t come yet, Baby. I need you to stay hard. What strategies do you use for edging?”

“I’ve tried them all — perineum pressure, testes tug, squeezing just below the head. The only thing that seems to work is just merely stop stimulating. But I know my body pretty well, and I know when to stop. I’ll let you know.”

“That sounds good,” she said. “I like the manscaping, too.”

“Thanks.” I always kept myself trimmed-up. When I cut the hair on my head every week, I also trim-up down below. I don’t get crazy with it, just put on the 1/8″ guard and zip through it. As much as I beat off (usually at least once a day), it seems more hygienic. Maybe I’m a bit of a clean freak, too.

She stopped touching me and put her hands under my thighs. She lifted gently indicating she wanted me to raise my thighs. I did. She got in a sitting position with her legs under mine. Her feet near my hips, similar to the spider position. I grabbed her feet, (bright red toenails, freshly pedicured) and gently started kneading her instep.

“I’ll give you an hour to quit doing that,” Julie said.

I smiled.

She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. She laid it flat on the bed and leaned to the side a bit. She slid the vibrator toward her pussy, then slowly leaned back down on it.

She made a sensual pleasure noise (MMMmmmm) and said, “Wish every task could be as enjoyable as this.”

The vibrator wasn’t inside her. She was just merely sitting on it while it was flat on the bed. Periodically, she would lean back or forward, left or right. She was putting it where it felt good on her clit. It was incredibly enjoyable to watch.

“Now we get to work,” she said. “I may have to stop and cum every now and then, but I won’t be shaving you when that happens.”

“I appreciate that,” I chuckled. “I’m kinda freaked out about having a stranger operating a razor near my genitals.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve done this before.”

That made me feel a little bit better, anyway.

She put some lotion in her hands, then rubbed it on my cock and balls. The lotion was warm, and her touch was very light. I hate aggressive touches in bed. It takes away from the sensuality of things.

“Here we go!” she said. “Grab some lotion, and beat off, but just on the head of your penis. Do it gently, so you don’t move too much. Do it slowly so you don’t cum.”

I did. And sparingly so. I knew I was close to the edge, regardless of the woman with the razor near my cock.

She dipped the razor in the warm water, then gently started shaving down the shaft of my cock. “Gotta get those little hairs on the shaft,” she said.

She appeared to be concentrating, and would stop to clean the razor in the warm water after every stroke. Every now and again, she’d make a pleasure noise, and I noticed we both were sweating. She had turned the heat up while I was in the shower. When she leaned forward, her nipples would brush against my legs. She moved her torso back and forth to stimulate her nipples, then cock her hips back and forth to adjust her clit over the vibrator while making little moans. She made the best pleasure noises.

She had made only 5 or 6 passes with the razor when she stopped and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna cum again.”

She did, making the same low to high growl. Her jaw was clenched as her hips shook and her head bobbed uncontrollably. She had dropped the razor and was holding on to my knees tightly.

I had to stop touching myself or I would cum. It’s the ultimate pleasure for me to see a woman orgasm. Maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur, but, for me, seeing a woman make it home is the pinnacle of sexual experiences.

Most all women smile after they cum. She did, too. She picked up the razor, dipped it in the water, and continued shaving me while smiling.

She stopped to move the vibrator. Probably an over-stimulation thing. She said, “Lift your ass a little.”

I did.

She turned the vibrator around and started to move it toward my ass.

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Baldızsız bir gün geçiremez olmuştum, baldızın sesini duymadan, kendini görmeden yapamıyordum ve bu durum beni korkutuyordu. Emin olmadan yapacağım bir hareket ise telafisi olmayan bir sonla bitebilir ve eşimi kaybedebilirdim. Bu dönemde de internette sürekli Enişte Baldız itirafları, Baldızını siken Enişte sex Hikayeleri okumaya başlamıştım, oradan bir tüyo bulabilir miyim, başkaları baldızlarını nasıl sikmiş veya sikiyor diye. Cuma akşamıydı, eşimle yemek yedik. Apartmanda yaşlı ve yalnız yaşayan bir teyze vardı, eşim, “Ben Nejla teyzeye bir bakayım, yemek falan götüreyim.” dedi ve evden çıktı. Ben de hemen Laptoptan yine Baldız hikayeleri okumaya koyuldum. Tam okurken kapı çaldı, ben eşimin geldiğini düşünerek Laptopun kapağını kapattım, Boxerimla kapıyı açtığımda eşim değil de baldızım Buse karşımda duruyordu… Tokalaşıp öpüşüp içeri aldım, ablasının komşuya gittiğini, salona geçmesini, üzerime eşofman giyip geleceğimi söyledim. İçeri geri döndüğümde baldızım Laptopumu açmış, okuduğum Baldız hikayesini görmüş ve “Enişte utanmıyorsun beni arzulamaya? Ben senin ilgini çekecek ne yaptım? Ben size hep gıptayla baktım, ablamla ikinizin çok mutlu olduğunuzu düşündüm!” dedi. Mahvolmuştum, utancımdan ve korkudan yerin dibine girdim, ne diyeceğimi bilemedim. Kendimi toparladım ve “Bak Buse burada okuduklarımın senle alakası yok, ben seni hiç böyle görmedim! Ablan duyarsa yanlış anlar!” dedim olayı kapatmaya çalıştım. Buse de, “Ablama söylemem, ama böyle bir şey hissedersem bozuşuruz seninle!” dedi ve sustu. Zaten 10 dakika sonra da eşim geldi… Baldız eşime bir şey anlatmadı, fakat bu olaydan sonra benden uzaklaşmaya başladı. Benim evde olmadığım zamanlar gelip gidiyormuş, beni aramıyor sormuyordu, zaten bende de onu arayacak yüz kalmamıştı. Eşimin Pazar günü altın günü vardı ve o hafta annesinde olacaktı, “Adnan beni annemlere bırakır mısın, bu sıcakta otobüsle gitmeyeyim!” dedi, ben de götürdüm. Kaynanamlara vardık, ayıp olmasın diye kapıdan merhaba deyip çıkayım dedim. O sırada baldızımla kapıda karşılaştık. Baldızım, “Enişte geçerken beni de arkadaşıma bırakabilir misin, arkadaşımın doğum günü var.” dedi. Eşim de, “Tabi bıraksın!” dedi. Arabaya bindik, hiç konuşmadan gidiyoruz Buse’yle. Kaynanamlardan epey uzaklaşmıştık ki, baldızım, “Enişte, müsait bir yerde dur da konuşalım!” deyince şaşırmıştım. Arabayı uygun bir yere çektim, durdum… Baldız, “Enişte o günden beri neden böyle hikayeler okuduğunu düşünmeden edemiyorum, ablam sana yetmiyor mu?” dedi. “Ablanla ilgili değil, boş ver, nereye gideceksen bırakayım!” dedim. “Bir yere gitmeyeceğim, seninle buluşmak için uydurdum!” dedi. Daha da şaşırmıştım, “Nasıl yani?” dedim. “Bak enişte sana dürüst davranacağım, seni ve ablamı çok seviyorum, bugüne kadar senin bir yanlışını görmedim, ablamı da bildiğim kadarıyla hiç aldatmadın. O günden sonra ben de Enişte Baldız hikayeleri okumaya başladım. Ve anladım ki, seks fantazisi olan tüm erkekler baldızlarıyla sevişmek istiyorlar. Hatta okuduklarımda, kendisini eniştesine sunan baldızlar gaziantep escort da var. Hem senin hem kendi merakımı gidermek için, seninle sadece bir kereliğine yüzeysel olarak, ileri gitmeden sevişeceğim! Sizin eve götür beni!” dedi. Duyduklarıma inanamadım, inanın eve nasıl gittiğimi bile hatırlamıyorum. Eve kendimizi zor attık, direk yatak odasına geçtik. Baldızım, “Bak enişte tekrar söylüyorum, ileri gitmeyeceksin ve bunu sadece bir kere yapacağız ve bu aramızda mezara kadar sır olarak kalacak! Tamam mı?” dedi. “Tamam!” dedim ve yavaşça öpüşmeye başladık. Baldız o kadar acemiydi ki, öpüşmeyi bilmediği her halinden belliydi. Baldızı ürkütmemem gerektiğini biliyordum ama heyacandan da ölüyordum. Baldızın da benden kalır yanı yoktu. 20 dakikaya yakın öpüştük. Baldızın yanakları ve dudakları kıp kırmızı olmuştu. Yavaşça yatağa uzatıp bacaklarının arasına girerek sikimin sertliğini hissetmesini sağladım. Baldızın Bodysini çıkartmaya çalıştığımda utandı, “Yapma enişte!” dedi. Ben de, “Bak Buse senin istemediğin hiçbir şeyi yapmayacağım, sana söz veriyorum, sadece çıplak sevişeceğiz!” dedim. “Sözüne güveniyorum enişte!” diyerek kabul etti. Sütyeniyle kaldığında, elma büyüklüğünde memelerini okşadım. Boynunu omuzlarını öptüm yaladım. Memelerini sütyenden çıkartıp dakikalarca yaladım, emdim. Göbeğinden sonra artık sıra amına gelmişti. Sadece baldız değil, ben de heyacandan ölecektim. Pantolonunu çıkarırken itiraz etmedi, küloduyla beraber çıkardım. Öpüşmemiz esnasında baldızın amı sulanmış, külotu su içinde kalmıştı, resmen işemiş gibiydi. Tazecik amı muhteşem bir şeydi, tertemizdi ve misler gibi kokuyordu. Baldızın amını yavaş yavaş dillemeye ve yalamaya başladığımda, baldız saçlarımı tutuyor, “Yapma enişte!” diyordu. Ama heyecandan ikimiz de ölmüştük. Uzun bir süre amını ve Klitorisini yaladım emdim, dilimi kızlık zarına kadar sokmuştum amına. Çok küçük amı vardı ve baldızın amını yalarken ben de külotuma boşalmıştım. Baldız da uzun sürmeden kasılarak titreyerek ilk defa Orgazm oluyor ve saçlarımı daha sert çekiyor, canımı yakıyordu. “Nasıl aşkım?” dedim. “Harikaydı, ilk defa böyle oluyorum, çok zevk aldım!” dedi. “Sen de benimkini yalamak ister misin?” dedim. “Tamam!” dedi ve beni soymaya başladı. Çok heyacanlı olduğu her halinden belliydi, külotum kalana kadar soydu… Ben yatağa uzandım ve baldız benim ü
zerime gelerek dudaklarımdan başladı, göbeğime kadar acemi bir şekilde beni yalıyor, benim içim gıdıklanıyordu. Yattığım yerden doğrularak, “Benimkini görme zamanın geldi!” dedim. Yavaşça Boxerimi indirdi. Yarağımı görünce baldızın yüzündeki ifadeyi görmeniz lazımdı, çok korktu, “Enişte bu ne böyle? Bu nasıl giriyor ablama? Nasıl alıyor bunu içine?” dedi. Aslında yarağım o kadarda büyük değil, ama kalın, kısa bir sopa gibi. İlk defa bir yarak gördüğü için korkmuştu. Az önce küloduma boşaldığım için banyoda yıkayıp geldim ve “Hadi aşkım yala yarağımı!” dedim. “Nasıl yapacağım bilmiyorum ki?” dedi. Elini tuttum, yarağıma götürdüm ve sıvazlatmaya başlattım, “Tıpkı dondurma yalar gibi yalayacaksın!” dedim. Baldız acemice dilini yarağımın üzerinde gezdirmeye başladığında, ben de tarif edilemez duygular yaşıyordum. Ağzına almasını söylediğimde yüzü ekşidi, “Yapamam, çok büyük!” dedi. “Yaparsın! Ablan ağzına bunun tamamını alıyor!” dedim. Baldız istemeye istemeye ağzına verdim. Midesi kalkıyor, kusacak gibi oluyor, ben de üzerine fazla gidemiyordum. Ama aldığım zevkin tarifi yoktu. 5 dakika yalattıktan sonra ağzından çıkardım ve göğüslerine boşaldım… O gün baldıza 69 pozisyonunu da öğrettim ve 2 defa da o şekilde birbirimizi boşalttık ve gayet mutlu bir şekilde, birbirimizden memmun kalarak orada noktaladık. O gün baldıza söz verdiğim için ileriye gitmedim ve bir daha bu konu hakkında hiçbir şey konuşmadım ve imada bulunmadım. Fakat baldızımı aklımdan çıkaramıyor, onu daha çok arzuluyordum. Baldızı her düşündüğümde sikimin başı zonkluyordu ve hırsımı yine karımı sikerek çıkarıyordum. Aklımda hep baldızım vardı, acaba o da benim gibi yanıp tutuşuyor muydu? Kafam darmadağındı. Yalnız, bütün bu duygular içindeyken baldızımın hareketleri bana olumlu gelmeye başlamıştı, bize geldiğinde ablasına çaktırmadan önüme bakıp hafif tebessüm ediyordu. Ben de bozuntuya vermiyor, eşime yakalanmaktan çok korkuyordum. Uzun bir zaman baldızımla rutin bir şekilde (eskisi gibi normal) yaşantımız devam ediyordu. Aradan uzun zaman geçti ve ikimiz de birbirimize hiçbir şey söyleyemedik. Baldız istese bile, hamleyi benim yapmam gerekiyordu, çünkü baldızım çok utangaç bir yapıya sahipti. Bir gün kaynanamlara oturmaya gitmiştik. Eşimin Sakarya’daki amcası ameliyat olmuştu, kaynanam, “Biz 2 hafta sonra Sakarya’ya geçmiş olsuna gideceğiz, isterseniz siz de gelin.” dedi. Ben de işlerimin olduğunu, dilerse eşimin onlarla gidebileceğini söyledim. Eşim de kabul etti. Bu arada kayınbabam, “Buse’nin Dersanesi var, o gelemez, sizin evde kalsın.” diye teklif edince, içimden bir oley çektim (Eşimin ailesi bana çok güvenir), “Tamam!” dedim. Aradan 2 hafta geçti, Cuma günü eşim işyerinden beni aradı, “Babamlar Sakarya’ya bugünden gidelim, 2 gece kalıp Pazar günü dönelim diyor, ne yapayım?” dedi. Ben de, “Sen bilirsin, git istersen!” dedim. “Tamam, o zaman akşam Buse’yi Dersaneden sen alırsın!” dedi, ona da tamam dedim. Ama heyecandan kalbim duracak gibiydi, sikim yine taş gibi olmuş, belki bu akşam hayatımın golünü atabilirdim. Cepten Buse’yi aradım akşam Dersaneden çıkış saatini sordum ve onu almaya geleceğimi söyledim. Akşamı zor ettim, çeşitli hayaller kurup baldızıma sahip olmayı düşündüm. Saat 17:30 gibi Dersanenin önündeydim. Baldızım yanında kendi gibi çıtı pıtı bir kızla geldi, arabaya bindiler. Kısa bir tanışma faslından sonra isminin Yasemin olduğunu öğrendim. Baldızım daha önce bana Yasemin’den bahsetmişti, sırdaşım en yakın arkadaşım diye. “Enişte, Yasemin de bizimle kalacak bu gece!” deyince, başımdan aşağı kaynar sular döküldü, içimden (Bu da nerden çıktı şimdi, bir çuval inciri berbat ettin baldız) diye düşünürken, benim betim benzim atmış, suratım yerlerde idi. Baldızım, “Hayırdır enişte, yoksa Yasemin’in bizimle kalmasında bir sorun mu var?” dediğinde, kendime gelip, “Yoo, kalsın ne sorun olacak ki?” diyebildim. Baldızım o anda bir kahkaha attı ve “Şaka yaptım enişte, gerçekten kalacaktı da annesi izin vermedi!” dedi. Biraz olsun rahatladım ve kendi kendime (Bu kız benimle oynuyor mu acaba?) diye düşünmeden edemedim. Yasemin’in evi bizim evin istikametindeydi, onu evlerine bırakıp, baldızımla bizim eve geldik. Eşimi cepten aradım, Sakarya’ya varmışlar, ben de amcasına telefonda geçmiş olsun dedim, kapattım. Baldızımla karnımızı doyurduk. TV izlerken baldız birden, “Enişte sen çok iyi bir insansın ve gerçekten sözünün eri birisin, seni her zaman çok takdir ediyorum ve sana hayranım, bunu biliyorsun değil mi?” dedi. Teşekkür ettim. Baldız, “Aramızda yaşananlardan sonra söz verdiğin gibi benden hiçbir şey istemedin ve üzerime gelmedin, isteseydin bana o gün sahip olabilirdin ama yapmadın. Nasıl dayandın bunca zamandır?” dedi. Bende gülerek, “Nasıl dayandığımı gel de bana sor, seni düşünmediğim arzulamadığım bir günüm bile olmadı!” dedim. Baldız kafasını öne eğerek, “Enişte ben de seni çok arzuluyorum, tamam ileri gitmedik ama, yine de ilk erkeğimsin, ilk defa biriyle böyle şeyler yaşadım, ben de senden farksız değilim!” dedi. O an içimde fırtınalar kopmuş, aşırı tahrik olmuştum, “Bak Buse istersen yine bir şeyler yapabiliriz, hatta bu sefer biraz daha ileri gidebiliriz, bu 2 gün bizim için çok güzel bir fırsat, bir daha elimize böyle bir fırsat geçmeyebilir!” dedim. Baldız başını tekrar öne eğerek, “Enişte tamam da ben bakireyim, nasıl olacak? İleride başıma sorun olur bu!” dedi. Ben de gülerek, “Kızım senin iki tane deliğin var, kızlığına dokunmam, onu evleneceğin kişiye sakla, arkadan ver, bana o da yeter!” dedim. Başını kaldırdı, gözlerimin içine bakarak, “Arkadan olmaz, çok günahmış, hem de çok acıyormuş!” dedi. “Sen nerden biliyorsun acıdığını?” dedim. “Boşver… Yapalım, fakat canım çok yanarsa bırakırım! Ama önce duş almak istiyorum, çok terledim!” dedi. Baldız ne dese tamam demekten başka çarem yoktu. “İstersen beraber duş alalım, birbirimizi yıkayalım!” diye teklif ettim, baldız, “Birlikte olmaz, utanırım!” deyince üzerine gitmedim ve “İyi o zaman sen duşunu al gel, sonra ben girerim!” dedim. Baldız banyoya gitti 10-15 dakika sonra eşimin bornozuyla çıka geldi ve ben banyoya gittim. Soyunurken kirli sepetinde baldızımın az önce çıkardığı külotunu gördüm. Elime aldım, sırıl sıklam olmuştu ve çok güzel bir kokusu vardı. Alelacele duşumu alıp bornozumla çıktım… Baldızımı salondan kucağıma alıp yatak odasına götürdüm. Hiçbir şey konuşmadan uzun uzun dudaklarını, boynunu ve kulak memesini ve küçücük göğüslerini bir saate yakın yaladım. Bu anın bitmesini hiç istemiyordum. Baldızım da gözlerini kapatmış, bulutların üzerinde geziniyor, hafif hafif inliyor, ellerini çarşafa geçirmiş, aldığı zevkin tadını çıkarıyordu. Yavaş yavaş baldızın küçücük amcığına inip, am dudaklarını açıp pembemsi amcığına baktığımda, içi seller sular içinde kalmış, amından süzülen sular çarşafı ıslatmıştı. Bu manzara beni daha da tahrik etmiş ve dayanacak gücüm kalmamıştı. Baldızım da benden farksız değildi, bilmediği duygularla Orgazm olmuştu. Klitorisini dişlerimin arasında ezdiğimde şiddetli kasılarak minicik bedeni altımda tir tir titriyor, kendini kasıyor, elleriyle başımı amına daha da bastırarak nefes almamı zorlaştırıyordu. Baldızın Orgazmı geçtiğinde, ters çevirerek 69 pozisyonuna getirdiğimde, sikimi öyle bir kavrayıp yalaması vardı ki, bu sefer ben tarif edilemez duygulara kapılmıştım. Baldız acemiliğinden dişleriyle sikimin başını farkında olmadan acıtıyor, canımı yakıyordu. F
akat büyüyü bozmamak için sesimi çıkartamıyordum. Fazla dayanamadım ve “Buse’m gelmek üzereyim, ağzına boşalacam!” dediğimde sikimi hemen ağzından çıkarttı. Bozulmuştum! Doğruldum, “Bak aşkım, ben senin amının suyunu yaladım yuttum, sen de benimkini yut!” dedim ve baldızın başından iki elim ile tutarak tekrar ağzını sikmeye başladım. Fazla derine girmeden ağzına yarısını sokup çıkarıyordum. Daha fazla dayanamadım başından sıkıca tutarak oluk oluk ağzına boşalmaya başladım. Buse debelenip, sikimi ağzından çıkarmaya çalışıyordu, ama aldırış etmeden son damlasına kadar boşaldım ağzına. Bu yaptığıma bu sefer Buse çok bozulmuş, suratı ekşimiş, döllerimi yutarken zor yutkunuyordu. Boşalmam bitip sikimi ağzından çekince, doğruca Lavaboya koştu. Galiba midesi bulanmış, yuttuklarını çıkarıyordu. Ağzını yıkayıp tekrar odaya geldi ve kızgın bir şekilde, “Enişte, bir daha bunu yapma! Tadı hiç hoş değil, bayat yumurta gibi!” dedi. “Tamam aşkım son!” dedim… Baldızı yüz üstü yatağa yatırdım, göbeğinin altını yastıklarla takviye yaparak muhteşem göt deliğini ortaya çıkarttım. Baldızın göt deliği o kadar küçüktü ki, varla yok arası kırmızı bir nokta gibi duruyordu. Bu manzara beni acaip tahrik edip sikimin kalkmasına yetmişti. Şunu da biliyordum ki, baldızın götünü sikmem hiçte kolay olmayacaktı, işim bayağı zordu. Yumuşaması için götünün deliğini yalamaya başladım ama ne mümkün, daha serçe parmağımı sokmaya çalıştığımda “Ayy canım yandı!” deyip ileri çekiliyordu. Komodinin çekmecesinden eşimin kullandığı bebe yağını aldım ve baldızın götüne biraz akıtarak yavaş yavaş küçük parmağımı sokmaya başladım. Götünün deliği biraz olsun esnemişti ve baldız artık altımda debelenmiyordu. Yaklaşık yarım saat uğraştıktan sonra biraz daha alışınca, bebe yağıyla sikimi bir güzel yağladım ve götünün deliğine hafiften bastırdım. Ama ne mümkün, yine canı yanıyor, bağırıyor ve kendini ileri kaçırıyordu… Baldızın kafasını yastığa bastırdım ve iki eliyle götünün yanaklarını ayırmasını sağladım. Böylece götünün deliği biraz daha ortaya çıkmıştı. Yavaş yaparsam baldızımın götüne asla giremezdim, birden sokmalıydım, bu onun canını çok acıtacaktı, fakat başka türlüde olmayacaktı. Sikimin başını göt deliğine dayadım ve birden yüklendim. Sikimin tamamına yakını götüne girmişti, ama baldızım da, “Yandım anam! Ölüyorum! Nolursun çıkart enişte! Dayanamıyorum! Bayılacam!” diye bağırıyor, odanın içini inletiyordu. Hiç hareketsiz üzerine abandım kaldım. Sikim sanki kırılacak gibi zonkluyordu. Baldız, “Enişte yalvarırım çıkart, ölecem!” derken gözlerinden yanaklarına doğru yaşlar süzülüyordu. 4-5 dakika hareketsiz durdum, ama nafile, baldız altımda halen cıyaklıyordu. Baldızı kendime çekerek yavaş yavaş git gellere başladım. Baldız yırtınıyor, inliyor ve ağlıyor, “Enişte nolur yeter bu kadar, başka zaman yapalım! Çıkart!” diyordu… O anda çıkarırsam baldızın götünü bir daha asla sikemeyebilirdim, “Birazdan geçer aşkım, kendini sıkma aşkım, rahat ol, bak yavaş yavaş yapıyorum!” diye baldızı teselli etmeye çalışıyordum. Baldızın götünü 5 dakika yavaş ve ritmik bir şekilde sikerken, sikime bir sıcaklık geldi. Kesin götü yırtılıp kanamıştı, içinden çıkarırsam kanı görebilir diye düşünerek sikmeye devam ettim. Baldızın götünü sikerken tarif edilemez zevk alıyordum. Baldızım ise acıdan resmen böğürüyordu, buna rağmen devam ettim. 10 dakika sonra ise iyice hızlandım ve “Geliyorum!” diyebildim. Baldızın bir şey demeye mecali dahi kalmamış, altımda acıdan adeta baygın yatıyordu. Boşalırken elimde olmadan ben de böğürerek içine fışkırtmaya başladım. Hiç bu kadar çok boşalmamıştım. Sikimi yavaşça götünden çıkardığımda sikim kanla karışık döllerime bulanmıştı. Baldızın göt deliği bayağı bir açılmıştı ve döllerim götünden çıkarak çarşafa akıyordu. Ben kalkıp banyoya giderken, baldızım halen sızlanıyordu… Duşumu aldım geldim, baldızın yanına uzandım, sırtını okşayıp öptüm ve “Seni çok seviyorum aşkım, beni dünyanın en mutlu erkeği yaptığın için teşekkür ederim!” dedim. Baldız cevap vermeden sadece omuzlarını çekiştirdi. Baldız bir saate yakın konuşmadan ve hareket etmeden öylece yüzüstü yattı, ben de ayaklarından ensesine kadar her yerini okşadım, öptüm, defalarca onu sevdiğimi söyledim. Sonunda baldız bana doğru yan dönünce, “Nasıl oldun aşkım?” dedim. “Biraz daha iyi… Yasemin acıyacağını söylemişti, ama ben bu kadar çok acıyacağını tahmin etmemiştim!” dedi. O gece baldızın götüne dokunmadan, amını yalayarak birkaç kez daha Orgazm edip kendimi affettirdim ve birbirimize sarılarak güzelce uyuduk. Ertesi gün uyandığımızda götünün acısı birazda olsa geçmişti ve baldız götünü sikmemi kendisi istedi. Bu sefer banyoda sabunlu sabunlu siktim baldızın götünü. Orospu götten sikilmenin zevkini almıştı artık, gün boyunca 3 kez daha siktirdi götünü bana. Yalayarak kaldırdığı sikimin üstüne kendiliğinden oturuyor ve zorlanmadan köküne kadar alıyordu götüne… Baldızım ile yaşadığım o iki sex dolu günü hayatım boyunca hiç unutamadım. O günden sonra da baldızım ile evde yalnız kaldığımız her fırsatta onu götünden sikiyorum. Üstelik yalnız kaldığımız anlarda baldızım kendisi gelip hadi enişte sik beni diyor ve ben de götünden sikiyorum.

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This story is told in the first person by two voices. The first voice is that of Professor Tate, a horny college professor who takes advantage of his pretty young students. The second voice is Elsie’s; you can guess who she is.

Part 1: Dr. Tate

Sonia Kim, my beautiful Korean secretary brought me a fresh drink and sat down opposite me. Her short skirt rode up her thigh giving me an excellent look at her prominently exposed white skin. Her smooth legs were long and lean. Her jet black hair was shoulder length and framed her narrow brown eyes that slanted in the Asian style just enough to give away her origin, but not so over powering to make her look cheap. Her small breasts were free and bobbed slightly beneath the sheer blouse. Her rose colored nipples winked at me with their large areoles. Sonia smiled acknowledging the affect she was having on me… the affect she always had on me.

“Are you sure Jack is bringing her?”

“Yes, Professor Tate. He said he may be a few minutes late but that he would have her with him.” There was no detecting an accent despite her being raised by a full-blooded Korean mother and an American GI stepfather.

“It’s very important that we convince Elsie to do this. Mr. Alberto insists we get her and he promises to be very generous with his payment this time if we can procure her to do the film.”

“We will do our best Professor, stop worrying. We have never failed you before.”

“Yes, Sonia, that is true. But there is always a first time.”

For a certain number of years now I had supplemented my salary with a growing hobby of mine-pornographic videos. Through a variety of rich connections that paid handsomely for these private “fuck films” I had financed a nice house with a video lab and many rooms furnished with hidden cameras, which could work even in the dark. I added Ms. Kim two years ago to my staff. She held a degree in business applications as well as being trained by her Korean mother in the ancient Asian arts of lovemaking and kinky sex. Jack came to us last year. He was an assigned and accepted graduate assistant who appealed to some of the younger coeds looking to fulfill that gap between high school sweethearts and the man the were going to marry. Jack was 6’2” of pumped muscle and great hair. Jack Ward was intelligent, blue-eyed, and chiseled beyond compare. Many of the female faculty had been seduced by his charms and openly bragged about his prowess with his tongue, fingers, and cock. I may have had full bragging rights on my full size- twelve extremely thick inches – but Jack had youth and good looks on his side where as I relied on age and experience. Although I was fit for my age, I was past my prime for endurance, but the “old dog” still had a number of tricks to make the young girls swoon.

The doorbell rang and Sonia flashed a shot of her shaved kitty in my direction as she got up to go and let our guests in. Ms. Kim escorted Elsie and Jack into the living area and gestured toward the large leather couch. Elsie was dressed casually in a tight t-shirt that accentuated her small yet firm breasts. Her dirty blond mop was tied up in something I’d heard girls call a “Pebbles” style. Her flared jeans were of the hip hugger cut and rested extremely low on her boyish hips. Her face was always well scrubbed and she wore little make-up. Her eyes were those of an innocent next door that every high school boy’s dream of boffing in the back seat of dad’s car one day; or taking home to show off to mom and then marrying to live happily ever after.

“Thanks for inviting me Professor Tate.” Her voice was musically light on the ear. When she spoke it was obvious how young she was. Elsie, it seems, was a child prodigy on the violin and was attending our fair university on a Carnegie scholarship. Having graduated from her high school early, it was easy to forget how young and naïve she really must be. Her beauty was a distraction from her intelligence that she had demonstrated time and time again on her English essays in my class. She showed extreme maturity with style, mechanics, and opinion. Her research was impeccable and her literary support was first rate. I found my self at times getting a raging hard on just thinking about how good it would feel to fuck this young lady while possibly discussing Dante’s Inferno, or the Sexual Allusions in The Canterbury Tales.

“You’re very welcome dear child. I must say what a delight it was to read your essay on Madame Bovary and your comparison of the antagonist to Lady Chatterley. Although I must say I do disagree with your thesis.”

“Why is that Professor?” she asked. She took a drink from Sonia who handed glasses to both she and Jack who was now seated beside Elsie and had an arm around her back but sitting on the couch not her shoulder.

“Unlike Madame Bovary, Lady Chatterley proved my own opinion that deep at heart all women are sluts. Please excuse my choice of words, I do not use the term in a detrimental manner, but as a descriptive of the desires that secretly control all women if they’re willing to let the ‘genie out of the bottle’.” Elsie was staring into my eyes; there had been a slight twinkle when I used the word “slut”, but she quickly Ankara escort changed back to the stolid, innocent.

“Why Professor, that is just not true. Women are not so easily seduced to barbarism or such base activity. Only loose morals could make a woman do such things. Don’t you agree Jack?”

Jack paused and looked about. Then he smiled, shook his head, and spoke. “Afraid not Elsie, I happen to agree with Dr. Tate on this one. In my own experience I haven’t found any woman who, under the right circumstances didn’t crave it, beg for it even.”

“Ms. Kim…. Surely you agree with me.”

“Sorry. But the Professor has proven to me that what he says is the truth. There isn’t a woman out there that wouldn’t do anything, and I do mean anything, to please her man just to feel the ultimate orgasm again and again.”

Elsie looked back at me. One eyebrow rose slightly and she took a sip of her wine. She looked around at everyone, set her drink down and defended her opinion.

“Well, I for one don’t believe that women can be so base and allow themselves to be used in such a manner.”

“Are you willing to bet on it Ms. Williams?”

“Bet on it? What do you mean Dr. Tate?”

“Are you willing to bet that a woman, such as, say, yourself, couldn’t be persuaded to be on her knees begging for her lovers cock… or more? In, say, twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes? Impossible. No way.”

“I can. I can have you begging me to fuck you in twenty minutes.” Elsie visibly looked shocked at the suggestion, disgusted even.

“I… I can’t believe… I… I don’t know what…” she was sputtering for words. Her mind couldn’t seem to get a grasp on what was happening.

“May I Dr. Tate?” Sonia interrupted. I gestured for her to continue. “Maybe if I had a few minutes alone with Ms. Williams.”

“By all means.” I said. “Mr. Ward, how about we retire to the smoking room with our drinks.” Jack rose, patted Elsie on the shoulder, and smiled at her and the two of us departed, leaving the ladies to discuss the situation.

End part 1

Part 2: Elsie

I kept myself from crying until Professor Tate and Jack left the room, then I burst into tears. Kim came over to me.

“Don’t cry, honey,” she said, stroking my hair. “Men. They are all the same.”

I pushed Kim’s hand away and wiped my eyes.

“You agreed with them!”

“I had to. Professor Tate would fire me if I ever disagreed with him. He hates it when females do that. It’s all right with him for males to disagree with his ideas but not females.”

“Oh my God! He is the worst sexist in the world.”

“Yes.”

I explained to Kim that I was so upset because I had thought Professor Tate was wonderful, so brilliant and handsome and charming, and he knew everything about poetry. I even had a huge crush on him and when he invited me to his house I thought it was going to be like an intellectual tea party he was having, and I was so proud that he asked me to come, and it turns out he is just a disgusting sexist. And Jack was just as bad.

“I know it is terrible. I have to live with it every day,” Kim said, sadly. “He thinks we are all sluts at heart and that men accomplish everything that is worthwhile.”

I got angry then.

“Really? What would he say about Martha Washington?”

“Well….”

“What about Mrs. Lincoln?”

“Double well on that one, honey.”

“Okay, how about Emily Dickinson?”

“I know what he would say about her. He has said it a hundred times. He thinks she never got to be a slut because she had to stay in her room all the time and so she channeled all her slut energy into writing.”

“Oh, my God! I don’t believe this. All right, what about Joan of Arc?”

“That’s a good one, sweetie. I think you have him there. Here, Elsie, have a little more of this wine. I think you can use it.”

I took the glass from Kim and drank it down. I don’t like wine at all, to be honest, and it burned going down my throat, but I did like the buzzing feeling it gave me. I felt a little better somehow but just as mad at Professor Tate.

“I’d like to wring his neck.”

“Hmmmm,” Kim said, thoughtfully. “Well, you can’t ring his neck but there is something that you could do.”

“What?”

“Oh nothing, just a thought. Forget it.”

“No tell me.”

“Well, suppose you took his bluff. He wants you to do sexy poses, like a slut would do, for twenty minutes and he thinks if you do that it will bring out the real slut in you and that when the twenty minutes are up you will beg him to fuck you. That’s his big theory.”

Kim’s description made my cheeks hot. “Yes, I know. The dope.”

“Right, and you can prove he is a dope. I mean if you did those poses who do you think would be begging for sex? Let’s face it, honey, you are a piece of ass. You would make them so hot they would be begging you and you would laugh at them. You would make them look like fools and then you would walk right out of here and leave them panting with their frustration. And by doing that you would prove that females are stronger than males when the chips are down.”

I could hardly breathe.

“You Ankara escort bayan can’t be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“You are serious?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Kim, I couldn’t do that in a million years,” I said, feeling all shaky inside.

I noticed that Kim was taking glances at my breasts. I looked myself and saw the reason. My nipples were hard and they were poking out in my top like two little badboys. That happens to me sometimes when I get mad and it is very annoying, I mean having your nipples get hard and tingly when you are being angry about something and need to think.

“Of course you couldn’t do it. Sorry, I was just thinking about how great it would be to put Professor Tate is in his place, you know, prove to him that he is wrong about females and that he is just a bigot and a sexist. I would get such satisfaction from that after the way he has treated me. Would you like some more wine, honey?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Kim filled my glass up again and I drank half of it. I could understand her point of view completely. I would love to make Professor Tate pay for his sexism myself, I thought.

“What would I have to exactly do you think?”, I said.

“Oh let’s not even get into that,” Kim said.

“No really, tell me.”

“Well, you would have to pose. That’s what he is talking about. You know, posing like a sex model right here on the floor. No one would be able to touch you or anything.”

“So I would have to, like, take off my clothes.”

“I think that’s the idea, honey.”

“My panties, too?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

I shivered at the thought. It was soooo disgusting. But my stupid nipples liked the idea.

“And you might have to talk.”

“Talk?”

“You know, he might want you to say naughty things, like ‘gosh, Professor Tate, I am dying to suck your cock’. His idea would be that if you talk like a slut that will help bring out your sluttiness. Do you like to suck cocks? Just curious.”

I turned red at that question and looked at the floor.

“I’ve never done it,” I mumbled. “The only person I ever had sex with was my dentist.”

“You don’t say.”

It was true. I told Kim how it had happened. My dentist kept making these appointments for me to get my braces adjusted, but it wasn’t my braces that got all of his attention. He would put me out with anesthesia and then screw me in the dentist chair and I never knew about it at all until one day I woke up in the middle of being screwed. At least I found out that it wasn’t the anesthesia that had made me tingle all over on bus rides home from my appointments. Plus I had really straight teeth now.

“I guess I could talk if I had to,” I said, but Kim could see that I was worried.

“It would be for the cause, Elsie. You would be a heroine for females everywhere if you could put a sexist like Professor Tate is his place. He even writes articles about women being inferior and unable to stand up for themselves, did you know that?”

“Oh, my God. He is so awful. Hmmmm, do you think Joan of Arc would do it if she were here, in my place I mean.”

“Well, she was brave enough to do it, that’s for sure. I don’t know, honey, are you brave enough, do you think?”

“I’m brave, Kim. I really am. But…but suppose I did weaken. I have had all this wine to drink. No, no, I would never weaken that far, but, I don’t know, the idea makes me very nervous, Kim. I mean I am totally nervous now.”

“I tell you what, if you feel you are weakening, just think about Joan and your strength will return to you. Gosh, honey, I would respect you so much if you could do it.”

Suddenly, I felt calmer. I looked at Kim and our eyes met.

“Okay, I’ll do it, for the cause,” I said.

“For the cause,” Kim said.

Before we brought the men back in, I changed my clothes. Kim pointed out that what I was wearing wasn’t suitable for posing, so she got some of her things from a bedroom and told me to put them on.

“If you’re wondering why I have some of my clothes here it is because the professor makes me have sex with him if I want to keep my job,” Kim said, giving me a sad look.

“Oh, he is the worst. I just hate him. Don’t worry, Kim, I will teach him a lesson he won’t forget!”

I had to admit that the clothes were cute. I stripped down to my panties and bra and put on a tan skirt that fit snugly on my bottom and flared out, hemming several inches above my knees, a white blouse with a scooped neck and three buttons down the front and little ruffles sleeves that ended just below my shoulders, and a pair of black and tan heels that I wore barefoot. Kim and I were standing side by side when the men returned. Professor Tate merely glanced at me, as if he wasn’t at all surprised that I was dressed up for his immoral poses. It made me mad as anything! Kim told the men that I had accepted Professor Tate’s challenge. I didn’t say anything. I just nodded that yes, I would do it. Then I gave Professor Tate a glare to let him know what I thought of him. I gave Jack a glare, too.

The professor took a black timer out of a cabinet and put it on the coffee table.

“I’ll Escort Ankara set the timer for twenty minutes, Elise. You will pose according to my directions. No one may touch you. You will not be required to touch yourself, only posing and perhaps a few choice lines I may have you say.

When the timer rings after twenty minutes, you will have two choices. You may turn the timer over on its face, meaning you have no interest in being fucked, or you will reset the timer for two hours, meaning Jack and I will have non stop sex with you at our pleasure until the timer rings again, and Kim may join in if she chooses. Is that clear?”

I was red with anger. “Yes,” I said, coldly.

End part 2

Part 3: Dr. Tate

Kim gave Elsie a refilled glass and I watched as Elsie defiantly kicked in back in one long surge. I pulled out my 35mm Nikon from the entertainment center and placed in around my neck. Jack and Kim moved the coffee table opening the living area up into a large white fantasy arena of shag carpeting- soft and inviting. I had Elsie stand in the middle while Jack and Kim retired to an area not far from “the action.” They both sipped from their drinks. Kim rested her head upon Jacks shoulder. He turned to her and they kissed – long and hard. When their mouths parted they watched as I began to put Elsie through her paces.

I had Elsie stand in the middle of the living area and told her to stare directly into the lens. The hatred on her face was obvious and made for such a sexy look on the young blond. I had her unbutton the blouse and hold it open. Unhook the bar and push it aside and hold the shirt in a manner making it obvious that her tits were inches from being seen. I had her turn around and drop the skirt ever so slowly while still looking back toward the camera. The skirt came down slowly until she let it hit the floor and I had her kick it away. The shirt was long enough that we could do the same with the panties. The skin of her buttocks was smooth and line free. Her ass was well shaped and defined. Her thighs strong and supple.

Elsie was starting to crumble under the pressure and was hugging the shirt close to her body. Kim saw this and went to her. She handed her another glass of wine and whispered something in her ear. Elsie slammed back the wine in her throat, stared me down, and handed the empty glass back to Kim. With the determination of a martyr she looked me square in the face and with defiance said. “Well, Dr. Tate? Is this all there is?”

I smiled at my young naïve charge.

“No, my sweet child, we are just warming up. Please remove your remaining clothes and stand with your hands at your side.” The look on her face changed to one of a deer caught in headlights- terrified.

She pulled the shirt off and allowed the bra to fall to the floor behind her.

“Close your eyes please.” She did so but was visibly shaking out of fear of what was about to happen. Her breasts were small yet pert and firm. Her stomach was flat and her boyish hips didn’t swell much. However, her legs were toned and taunt and her pubic hair was well maintained clipped short. I changed the tone of my voice and began to whisper to her as I moved closer to her and started to walk around her beautiful naked figure.

“How does it feel, my dear lovely Elsie? How does it feel to be standing in a room, naked as the day you came into this world. Your lovely breasts free to the air and the sight of people you have grown to know and respect. How does it feel to know that your nude body is being looked at, admired and desired by every person in the room. Yes, even Sonia… even Ms. Kim herself. You did not imagine your young confidant might find you physically attractive did you? And why not? You are most gorgeous. Most beautiful. You are youth and innocence personified. Every human being wants to love and be love, desire and to be desired… as you are now.”

“Feel the air on your skin. Feel my breath on your neck as I speak to you. Feel their eyes piercing your darkness as they admire what they see. Feel the warmth as your body defies you and you feel something stirring in your nipples that are already now hard, your chest as your breasts begin to swell from your breathing, the moisture between your legs which you even now are trying to keep from penetrating the muscles of your cunt.

“Keep your eyes closed and drop down to your knees sweet child.“ I began to snap pictures of her. “Place your hands on the floor… keeping your eyes closed.” I motioned to Jack and Kim. They immediately came out of their clothes and came over to Elsie. They lay down next to her and immediately began kissing, touching each other, moaning to the touch of the other.

“Do you hear that? Do you hear the sounds of sex? Do you hear the sounds of desire… and the fulfillment of desire? You want to see don’t you? You want to see what they are doing. You want to feel them. Feel their desire, their fulfillment. But you are in darkness. Like what you think of sex- darkness. Spread your legs apart… wider.” Click! The camera whirred as I took pictures. “See, your body is telling your true story. Your sweet pussy is wet with need. Your clitoris is hard and distended. You want so badly to touch it… or have someone touch it… suck it… fuck it. You want to feel their cock in your hand. Feel their hardness and stick it against your hot clit. You want to stick it in your mouth to show your hunger… your need. You want it so bad that you can hear it next to you.

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Jodie’s Fantasy

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Author’s note: Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.

“I’ve never had an affair with him; actually, I’ve never really met him,” Jodie explained to her girlfriends in the room. “I’ve only seen him at the counter where I take my dry cleaning”.

Jodie is a beautiful blonde woman, 44 years old, who is married to a successful marketing executive. They live together in a big, comfortable house in a well-to-do neighborhood in the Hamptons. Jodie has several friends she meets with every week, and they enjoy sharing their sexual fantasies and experiences with each other. They’ve been getting together for so long now that they’re very comfortable detailing their wildest dreams.

“He’s a boy,” Jodie continued. “Sometimes I think about him. I think that he’s delivering my husband’s white business shirts, and that I’m home alone. I’ve scheduled the delivery and I’ve prepared for him. I’m wearing black stockings and a garter belt, a see through blouse, black, and a short skirt. I don’t have any panties Kadıköy Escort on.”

“When the doorbell rings, I get all wet. My nipples are hard, and I know he can see them through my blouse as I answer the door. He looks at me surprised, and is a little awkward to see me dressed this way. “Your dry clean delivery, maam” he stammers. I find an excuse to get him inside, like I can’t find my purse or something, and I know he’s staring at my tits. This really turns me on, to see him looking at my nipples, and they get harder. I am staring at the bulge he’s getting in his pants.”

“I ask him to come in and sit down while I find my wallet. A little reluctantly, but agreeably, he acquiesces. I pick up the purse, and then sit down directly opposite of him. He’s on the love seat, and I’m on the couch. When I sit, I let my thighs show so he can see the nylons. I play with the purse, pretending to look for money to pay for the dry cleaning. While I’m doing this, he is looking at my black Kadıköy Escort Bayan nylon stockings and thighs. He can see the beginning of my garter. I set the wallet down, and I uncross my legs, so that he can see all the way up my skirt. I’m shaking because I know what’s going to happen next …”

“As I begin speaking to him, I start fingering my pussy. “I bet you’re a nasty little boy, and play with yourself all the time.” He nods his head yes shyly as he begins to run his hand over his cock that is getting bigger and bigger under his jeans. I let him stare at me all he wants as I continue to rub my pussy.”

“I want you to unzip your fly and play with yourself” Jodie says. He slowly unzips his pants and pulls out a beautiful 7 inch cock that has been bursting to get out of his jeans. He has a look of astonishment on his face; he can’t believe this is happening.

“Just the idea that he’s getting so excited looking at me wants me to show him more. You can keep watching Escort Kadıköy as long as you do what I tell you.” He nods his consent to follow the rules.

“Show it to me … show me your cock.” The excitement of all this is making me crazy. “Oh yes, stroke it!” Jodie purrs. “Not too fast. Nice and slow.” He watches me as I continue to finger my pussy, and I insert a finger in my hole.

“Oh yeah,” Jodie says. My breathing gets harder and harder while I watch him stroke his cock.

“Squeeze the head … a little harder … now faster!”

“He looks at me in amazement as I too pick up the pace and begin to rub my pussy faster. I watch him as he cums, the white liquid spurting in the air, then oozing slowly from the head of his cock. I want to suck it so bad. That sends me over the edge, and I begin to cum. My pussy throbs, and he can see my clit pulsating as my orgasm envelopes me.”

Everyone in the room has been watching Jodie intently during her narration. Her face is flushed, and she’s sweating just a little. “That’s as far as I ever get with that fantasy,” Jodie admits. “I always cum at that moment!”

The girls shift in their seats a little, having got a little hot and bothered over the story. One of them is sufficiently aroused and emboldened to begin the next story …

End

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Being Social With The Neighbors

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While having coffee one afternoon with my neighbor I was taken quite by surprise when she asked me a question. “Just what size are your tits?”

I gulped and answered her, “I’m a 34C. Why?”

“Oh I was just curious, they’re very nice.”

“Um, thanks,” I replied.

She then asked another question, “So what’s the state of affairs down below?” “What?” I said. “You know, well everyone knows you dye your hair red, so what colour are you down there?”

“Why on earth do you want to know?” I asked.

“My boyfriend Steve was curious. And now I am too.”

I decided to tell her “Ok. blonde. But there’s not a lot there, I shave most of it.”

“I see,” she said “you leave the landing strip.”

This was the start of the conversation that ended up with me sitting on my friend Jeannie’s bed in pink panties with a pink ribbon around my chest tied in a bow in front of my tits. It was Steve’s birthday and Jeannie was waiting downstairs for him to come home. My hubby had been called out of town on business and I was feeling adventurous when I agreed to be Steve’s present. Now I was starting to wonder what I was doing Ankara bayan escort there.

Hearing a door downstairs I realized now was really too late for questions. I listened as footsteps came up the stairs and Jeannie appeared in the doorway followed by a bewildered looking Steve. Jeannie led him by the hand to the bed and he sat down next to me with Jeannie sitting on the other side of him. “Aren’t you going to kiss Holly, Steve” Jeannie said.

Steve obliged and gave me a deep, long kiss. His hands moved to the pink ribbon and he undid the bow. His hands began to rub my breasts and I reached my hand onto his lap and stroked his dick through his pants.

I opened my eyes and saw Jeannie watching us attentively. She reached down and undid his pants. His erection popped out and I stroked it slowly. Steve moved a hand to my panties and I spread my legs slightly to allow him full access as he rubbed my pussy through them. Jeannie had positioned herself on her knees in front of Steve and I guided his dick to her mouth and she began to suck fervently. After a few moments she asked if I was going to join Escort bayan Ankara her and so I did.

Kneeling beside her, I watched her lick Steve’s dick and moved my tongue to help. We took turns sucking and licking as Steve groaned with enjoyment. Jeannie took Steve’s dick in her mouth and began to bob while I licked and sucked his balls.

Steve suggested that I lie down and when I did Jeannie sat next to me. Steve peeled off my panties and Jeannie squealed “Oh, it’s just like you said!” I smiled at her and Steve quickly got to business licking and sucking. Jeannie watched him work for a while and then told him that she wanted to try. Steve moved out of the way and she took his place. I laid back enjoying myself while they took turns bringing me to a rather blissfull orgasm.

Steve rolled me on my side and laid behind me. He pulled my leg up over him and moved the head of his dick to my pussy. Jeannie sat in front of us watching as he began to pump his dick further and further into me with each stroke. I gripped him inside me and we began to screw faster. I opened my eyes and saw Jeannie again Bayan escort Ankara paying close attention, her eyes transfixed on Steve’s dick sliding in and out of me.

After a few minutes Steve pulled out of me and rolled me on my back again. He told Jeannie to climb on top of me and she did. He positioned himself between our legs and rubbed the head of his dick first against my pussy and then up to Jeannie’s and then back down. He slid his dick into me first and I just about went into sensory overload with his fucking and Jeannie’s stroking and gentle kisses on my face. I felt another orgasm coming and Jeannie could tell. She instructed Steve to fuck me harder and he obliged. He pulled out of me once I had finished grunting and groaning and instantly slid his slick dick into Jeannie.

I looked up at Jeannie as her lover pumped into her. Her eyes were closed and she had a blisfull expression on her face. I could hear the slapping noise of their exchange and could feel Steve’s balls slapping against my pussy.

Steve indicated he couldn’t hold off for much longer and he got off the bed and stood while we kneeled in front of him. Jeannie and I rubbed our tits together as he pumped himself to orgasm. He shot off on our tits and fell back on the bed. Jeannie and I licked his cum off of each other and I realized that it was time for me to go. I kissed Jeannie goodbye and got up and gave Steve a kiss goodbye. Jeannie was licking Steve clean as I left.

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Shaved, Not Stirred

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February 13th. It was raining old women and sticks outside, and I was sitting alone at the bar in one of those “brass and glass” places. Almost closing time. At least this chain had a decent rib eye. Just finished my steak and vegetables and was nursing a ginger ale. Saw her walk in, sit down a few seats away, and order a Shiraz.

She looked at me. Smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture.

She said, “Scotch?” and pointed toward my drink with her chin.

“Ginger ale.”

“Not a drinker?”

“Not so much.” Didn’t want to get into the fact that I had a problem with that sort of thing.

“My Dad was like that. Drank heavily for years. Then just quit.”

“Good for him,” I said, and smiled. She had just assumed (correctly) that I had some troubles with alcohol in my past. How did she know?

“How did you know?” I delivered this question fully expecting her to ask “how did she know what?” It was a test. Could she hang?

“Just a guess. You just confirmed it,” she said.

“Nick.” I smiled.

“Julie.” So did she.

Yes. She could hang. She looked somewhat like Téa Leoni, but with dark hair (a bit damp from the rain). 5′ 6″ with a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, and smile lines. I guessed her weight at a buck-10. Buck-15, maybe. A few strands of black hair dangled errantly over her face. She swept them away periodically. Large hoop earrings. Crows feet were just beginning to form at the corners of her light blue eyes. No makeup, save for a bit of mascara. Maybe a bit of base and blush, but not too much. I guessed her age in the mid-40’s — same as me. Perfectly manicured eyebrows and a beautiful smile with straight white teeth. It was obvious she exercised regularly and took care of herself. She had great legs, good posture, and good skin. Her voice was a bit deeper and huskier than what I had expected. A smoker? Just in case, I double-checked her hands and Adam’s apple. She was all woman. And no, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

She was wearing black cowboy boots and a light blue cotton dress. She had been wearing a black leather jacket and removed it now. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were obviously fake.

She caught me looking and smiled. “You like?”

“I do,” I said as I raised my eyebrows. I felt my heart rate increase a bit, as well as the blood rushing to my cock. Pretty sure I was blushing.

She tilted her head back and laughed a deep sexy laugh. “I can tell. You’re blushing.” She giggled deeply in the back of her throat. She looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, and tilted her head just a bit. She glanced around (the bartender was presently absent). She pinched her nipples, made a little moan, and said, “They’re worth every penny. I still have sensitivity in my nipples.”

Her nipples were visible through the dress. Her face was flushed. She looked around again, then again pinched her nipples. Pulled on them a little bit. Twisted gently. Then pulled a little more. She did this a few times. Easily her nipples were poking out a half-inch from behind her dress. She closed her eyes and started breathing through her mouth. I could see her respiration quickening and a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She pulled and twisted a few more times, a little faster than before, almost tweaking them. Moving her fingers back and forth over them, as well. “I’ll be right back,” She said. “Watch my drink.”

She threw her purse over her shoulder, grabbed her coat and headed toward the bathroom. I noticed that she had strategically draped her coat over her arm and placed it against her chest. As she walked away, I could not see an underwear line under her dress on her perfect ass. Thong or otherwise.

So I sat there. Kind-of a stupid-ass grin on my face. Heart beating a little too fast. Cock hard in my jeans. I reached in my jeans and adjusted my cock so it was pointing up toward my belly. At least now it wasn’t so obvious that I had a hard-on. My cock throbbed against my lower belly, and I liked the direction this evening was headed. The friction of my jeans felt warm and comforting, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing underwear. I felt healthy and masculine and ready for whatever she had in mind.

The bartender came and went as he was closing-up for the night. Tomorrow night he’d be shellacked with Valentine’s Day dates. Tonight was a tomb. This was an isolated area of the restaurant and Julie and I were the only customers. There was a mindless sitcom muted on the TV above the bar. I was sifting through pointless emails on my phone when I heard her walk up behind me. She leaned against me and I could feel her hard nipples against my back. She reached around with her hand and traced the outline of my cock on the outside of my jeans. She squeezed gently.

“I just went to the bathroom and jacked-off,” she whispered into my ear. “I was thinking about you.”

I was speechless. This couldn’t be any more of a fantasy.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded.

She moved her right hand up and gently put her middle Ataşehir Escort finger in my mouth. I sucked and tasted her finger. My tongue swirled around her finger and she tasted sweet and musky. While still behind me, she put her lips on the side of my neck, and I could feel and hear her short breaths.

“I was thinking about going back to your place,” she said.

“I think that’s a capital idea,” I said. I threw 50 bucks on the bar for my meal and her drink and we headed out.

———-

It had stopped raining as we walked across the dark parking lot to my truck. Everything smelled fresh and clean. “You want to follow me?” I asked.

“No. I’ll just ride with you. I’ll get my car later.” She pointed to a red Acura.

“What do you do?” I questioned as we were walking. I reached down and took her hand in mine. She returned the gesture and grasped it tightly.

“Does it matter? I have a decent job. Some days are better than others. It pays the bills, but it’s not my identity.”

“Good point,” I said. “It’s good to be reminded that we are not our jobs.”

“Exactly. You get it.”

We got to my truck and I opened the door for her. She slid in, then unlocked the door for me. Another test passed. Had she just sat there like an idiot, she would have failed the test.

I got in and cranked the truck. It roared to life, and strains of Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, and McCoy Tyner cooed from the speakers.

“Bebop jazz?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Please turn it up.” She smiled.

Could this be any more perfect? “No problem.”

“Is it OK if I smoke?” she asked.

“It’s completely OK, and thank you for asking.”

She lit up. Then I lit up. I put it in drive and we headed toward my place.

“I feel like I need to say this,” I said after a long pause. “I live alone in a shithole duplex. I’m very boring, and somewhat of an introvert. I don’t drink, and I don’t have a TV — by choice. My life revolves around providing for my daughter who lives with her Mother 800 miles away.”

“I really don’t care about any of that,” she said, matter-of-fact. “This is what I know: You are wired like me. You like sex. You jack-off a lot. You enjoy sensual pleasures. Like me, you are a visual person and we’re both attracted to each other. Neither of us is married. You don’t drink, and therefore don’t require pills to stay hard. Once you’ve had me, you probably won’t want me again. I’m OK with all that. I’m just looking for one night of pleasure, then I’m gone.”

“Are you for real?” I asked.

She tilted her head back and gave that deep throaty laugh again. “Yes. I’m just a girl. Attracted to a guy with a hard-on in good-fitting jeans and a turtle-neck sweater. You’re over 6 feet and your shoulders are wide. I like the stubble on your face, and the fact that you’ve got strong hands and smell great. You’re intelligent, and not afraid of the fact that I told you that I beat-off in the bathroom.”

“Well, you’re dead-on about all that,” I said. I was wondering how she knew all that about me. She was completely correct about all of it. Heck, maybe she was smarter and more observant than me. Which isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she was testing me.

She tossed her cigarette out the window as Erykah Badu cycled into my Ipod. “Oooh. I LOVE her. (pause) Is it OK if I smoke a bowl?”

“You go right ahead. That’s not my thing. Too close to my substance abuse comfort zone border. I’m not gonna damn you for it, though,” I said.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “More for me.” She packed her bowl and went through her rituals of getting high. She started swaying gently left and right to the music as the smell of chronic permeated the truck.

“I just love Erykah Badu. She’s such a mean bitch.”

“Yes. I agree. A woman demanding equal treatment. Gotta respect her,” I said.

“Are you for real?” she cloyed.

I laughed out loud.

———-

As we drove, her rhythmic left and right swaying to the music became almost hypnotic. We liked the same type of music. The “vibe,” the “groove,” the “pocket” of the song was more important than anything else.

I noticed that she periodically reached between her legs and under her dress.

I asked, “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

She said, “Just beating-off a little bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Not even a little bit.” I was pleasantly surprised to see again her lack of embarrassment regarding her body.

She leaned her seat back. She pulled up her dress and exposed a perfectly shaved pussy. “You like my pretty pussy?” she asked.

“Yes. Very much so.” The dash lights provided just enough illumination.

She put some spit on her fingers, then spread her legs and began massaging her clit. She said, “You like watching me jack-off? It makes me feel sexy to have someone watch me masturbate.”

“You’ve got the right audience,” I said. It sounded kinda cheesy in my head as I said it, but it was completely true.

I watched as she played with her clit. Ataşehir Escort Bayan She would go slow, then faster, then slide her middle finger in and out. Then she’d go back to rubbing her clit slowly again and repeat the process. She was enjoying her body, and I was enjoying watching.

“Is your cock hard?” she asked.

“Very.”

“Can I see it?”

I held the wheel with my left knee as I unbuttoned my jeans. They were Levi’s 501’s, so I just pulled them apart. Gotta love 501’s. My cock popped out and I gently stroked it. I was very hard and it was nice to release it from the restraints of my jeans.

She reached over with her left hand and gently squeezed my cock. She continued to masturbate with her right.

“That’s a perfect penis,” She said. “Not too big. Not to small. Just right.”

“Thank you. I think so, too.”

After a bit of her stroking both her and me, she asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Not right now. Let’s save that for later,” I said.

“OK.” She continued to play with her clit as we cycled into the music of Bill Evans. I put my hard cock back in my jeans.

She continued masturbating, more emphatically now. A minute later, she grit her teeth and said, “I gonna cum.”

“Cum, Baby,” I said.

She was vigorously rubbing her clit up and down. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and growled from a low pitch to a higher pitch. She squirted a little bit on my seat as she came, her hips bucking just a bit.

She exhaled and fell in a slump. “Sorry about the squirt, Baby,” she said.

“No need to apologize. You just added to my spank bank. The cleanup is worth it.”

She smiled. I reached behind me for a blanket that I keep in the extended cab of my truck and covered her. She quickly fell asleep with a little smile on her face as I drove. She didn’t stir until we reached my house.

———-

She woke as we pulled into the driveway of my rental. She yawned and said, “I gotta pee.”

Absolutely zero shame to this girl.

We both got out and I led the way to my door. I unlocked and opened it for her and caught a whiff of her fresh smell as she walked by. That smell may have been a hair or body spray product. Maybe deodorant. To this day, I still don’t know what that “freshness” was. But it liked it. It was feminine and it was comforting.

She walked in like she owned the place. Glanced around, found the bathroom, walked in, and closed the door.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I walked over to my laptop and hit the space bar. Pandora fired up through the external speakers with Keith Jarret banging out changes for Miles.

I looked around to ensure there wasn’t anything “out of sorts” — dirty underwear and socks lying about, dirty dishes, basically anything I’d be embarrassed about. There wasn’t. In addition, I checked to make sure I didn’t have any bills or financial records that could be easily accessible. As perfect as this woman appeared, I didn’t want to take any chances. Therefore, I took a quick second to password protect the screen saver on my laptop. One can never be too vigilant. I don’t have anything to hide, but providing a complete stranger full-access to all my personal information is just plain stupid.

She came out of the bathroom. “Your turn,” she said. “Go take a shower and clean all your parts.”

“I just showered a few hours ago.”

“This is not negotiable. It’ll take 10 minutes.”

Have to pick your battles. “Um… OK. I have juice, almond milk, and bottled water in the fridge. There are tea bags above the sink. Make yourself at home.”

She smiled. “Go. And don’t beat off.” She pointed to the bathroom.

So she was a clean freak. And really, what’s so bad about that?

“Yes ma’am.” I saluted, made the requisite USMC about-face, and headed to my bathroom grinning like an idiot.

While I was in the bathroom “cleaning my parts,” she knocked and entered with a big empty cooking pot. She was completely naked.

“Hi guy,” She said, as she held the pot under the warm water. I could see her scanning me, top to bottom, paying particular attention to my penis. “That’s a perfect penis,” she said again.

“You already said that,” I said.

“Sometimes things need to be said more than once. Merely to know they’re appreciated.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatcha doin’ with that big pot?”

“Filling it with warm water, Silly.”

I grabbed the pot from her. I could tell it was getting somewhat heavy.

She grabbed my razor from the shower rack and said “Be right back.”

She left and was back in 5 seconds. She grabbed the pot of warm water from me. “Finish up, then meet me in the bedroom.”

I did. Quickly.

———-

After cleaning my “parts,” I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and walked to my bedroom.

She had taken all the sheets off my bed. She was laying on her back, head and upper body on a pile of pillows. Legs open and slowly massaging her clit as I walked in. She got up and Escort Ataşehir said, “Lay down right here.”

I did. I could still feel the warmth of her body on the plastic mattress cover.

“Do you have any girl toys?”

I pointed to the dresser. “Top drawer.”

Her ass was almost heart-shaped as she bent over to reach in the dresser. Between her legs, I could see her perfectly shaved vagina.

“Yay!” she said as she triumphantly held up a blue vibrator. She turned it on, then back off. “That will do just perfect. Lotion and towels?”

“In the bathroom.”

She headed that direction, and I could hear her finding the things she needed, as well as washing the vibrator. Clean freak. In addition I heard her put something in the microwave for about 15 seconds. The lotion, I assumed.

She came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and said, “I’m going to shave you.”

“Well, then,” I said. Not real sure what else to say.

“Lift your ass a little,” she said.

I did and she pulled off the towel. I was immensely hard, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off my cock. It was throbbing, moving itself up and down. I had zero control over this. With the back of her fingers, she gently rubbed my cock, my balls, and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. Sensuous.

“I can see your boys are tight up against you. Don’t come yet, Baby. I need you to stay hard. What strategies do you use for edging?”

“I’ve tried them all — perineum pressure, testes tug, squeezing just below the head. The only thing that seems to work is just merely stop stimulating. But I know my body pretty well, and I know when to stop. I’ll let you know.”

“That sounds good,” she said. “I like the manscaping, too.”

“Thanks.” I always kept myself trimmed-up. When I cut the hair on my head every week, I also trim-up down below. I don’t get crazy with it, just put on the 1/8″ guard and zip through it. As much as I beat off (usually at least once a day), it seems more hygienic. Maybe I’m a bit of a clean freak, too.

She stopped touching me and put her hands under my thighs. She lifted gently indicating she wanted me to raise my thighs. I did. She got in a sitting position with her legs under mine. Her feet near my hips, similar to the spider position. I grabbed her feet, (bright red toenails, freshly pedicured) and gently started kneading her instep.

“I’ll give you an hour to quit doing that,” Julie said.

I smiled.

She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. She laid it flat on the bed and leaned to the side a bit. She slid the vibrator toward her pussy, then slowly leaned back down on it.

She made a sensual pleasure noise (MMMmmmm) and said, “Wish every task could be as enjoyable as this.”

The vibrator wasn’t inside her. She was just merely sitting on it while it was flat on the bed. Periodically, she would lean back or forward, left or right. She was putting it where it felt good on her clit. It was incredibly enjoyable to watch.

“Now we get to work,” she said. “I may have to stop and cum every now and then, but I won’t be shaving you when that happens.”

“I appreciate that,” I chuckled. “I’m kinda freaked out about having a stranger operating a razor near my genitals.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve done this before.”

That made me feel a little bit better, anyway.

She put some lotion in her hands, then rubbed it on my cock and balls. The lotion was warm, and her touch was very light. I hate aggressive touches in bed. It takes away from the sensuality of things.

“Here we go!” she said. “Grab some lotion, and beat off, but just on the head of your penis. Do it gently, so you don’t move too much. Do it slowly so you don’t cum.”

I did. And sparingly so. I knew I was close to the edge, regardless of the woman with the razor near my cock.

She dipped the razor in the warm water, then gently started shaving down the shaft of my cock. “Gotta get those little hairs on the shaft,” she said.

She appeared to be concentrating, and would stop to clean the razor in the warm water after every stroke. Every now and again, she’d make a pleasure noise, and I noticed we both were sweating. She had turned the heat up while I was in the shower. When she leaned forward, her nipples would brush against my legs. She moved her torso back and forth to stimulate her nipples, then cock her hips back and forth to adjust her clit over the vibrator while making little moans. She made the best pleasure noises.

She had made only 5 or 6 passes with the razor when she stopped and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna cum again.”

She did, making the same low to high growl. Her jaw was clenched as her hips shook and her head bobbed uncontrollably. She had dropped the razor and was holding on to my knees tightly.

I had to stop touching myself or I would cum. It’s the ultimate pleasure for me to see a woman orgasm. Maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur, but, for me, seeing a woman make it home is the pinnacle of sexual experiences.

Most all women smile after they cum. She did, too. She picked up the razor, dipped it in the water, and continued shaving me while smiling.

She stopped to move the vibrator. Probably an over-stimulation thing. She said, “Lift your ass a little.”

I did.

She turned the vibrator around and started to move it toward my ass.

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Sam’s Fun Run (#3); A new day

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Recap: I was running along the beachfront when I saw a familiar shape ahead. I closed and realized it was Sam, someone I knew casually from a running group that I attend sporadically.As we were getting dressed again in the toilet, Sam asked me if I ever visited the nearby nudist beach. I said that I’d been several times, that I had “landed” (our club’s term for swimming onto a beach) there with the swimming club and had a few “dates” with someone there.Sam hadn’t been down there at all! Sam reached down my shorts and stroked my cock and said date or “date” and stroked my cock harder. I replied “date” and put my hands inside her bra and rearranged things and gave her a kiss. Sam responded by kissing me back which I reciprocated, but we realized we were getting horny again, so we decided to talk about it on the way down or we’d be naked in the loo again soon!The run was only ten minutes and Sam had left her bra quite open which was definitely not keeping me down. Thankfully, it was doing a good job of holding Sam’s bust in place. Sam wanted to know quite a lot about the “dates” at the beach which seemed to be a turn-on for her and I could see both her wetness and nipples growing again, which meant that I was growing too – and Sam definitely knew that.I explained that I’d met someone on a hookup site who liked the outdoors and whilst it was fun going down there Kartal Escort to meet someone, make out, get naked, and fuck, I got bored with just jumping this person at the beach or a few other places as I wanted someone to do things with .. and jump them as well. I was getting hard talking about this I could see that Sam was getting hard nipples and wet too. Sam said, “hmm hard again” and replied, “wet again”.We got down to the beach, which we found empty and Sam kissed me. I kissed Sam back and quickly, our gentle make-out started building up into frenching and accelerated into pre-fuck kissing with my hands running over Sam’s bra and Sam’s hands down my shorts again.We decided to drop our shoes and go for a swim to cool off. We swam out a few meters, but still in our depth. Sam swam up to me and put her hands around my neck. I lent in and kissed Sam on the lips which Sam returned. I was very hard now with Sam’s lips against mine and her tits against my chest.Again, we started frenching and quickly wound up to pre-fuck passionate kissing. Sam’s hand reached down and found my hard cock and started massaging it. My hands reached under Sam’s bra and started massaging her breasts which made her kiss me even harder. I then found the zip and released it and threw Sam’s bra onto the beach and started massaging her tits .. making Kartal Escort Bayan them even harder as she was making work on my cock.Sam released my cock from my shorts and slid them down and carried on her massage. I quickly unzipped Sam’s bra and, still holding it, I dropped Sam’s shorts. Sam grabbed my cock and led me in-shore so that we could throw each other’s bottoms onto the beach.We walked back into the water, me being led by Sam on my cock again. We swam out a bit further than last time. This time, Sam took the lead and draped herself over my neck, and kissed me.By this point our tongues were hitting each others’ tonsils as I kept fondling Sam. Sam then straddled me and slid down onto my spike and we started riding each other. Again, as our kissing intensified, so did my work on Sam’s pussy which started clamping onto me again.As I was getting harder, we got into a circle and Sam was clamping onto me harder, my cock going deeper and faster and our kisses became more intense. Sam was the first to come: I felt her starting to throb as she started moaning, then I put my load into her.I asked Sam how it felt “very different with the water and your cock filling me up – how was it for you”. I gave her a few more thrusts which elicited another long passionate kiss and more thrusting and said “first time bare .. Escort Kartal last time I always ‘wore’ – even in the sea”.I slid out of Sam and we swam for a bit more, sometimes stopping to tread water and make out which was a new experience for both of us. We then got out and located our clothes and shoes – not that easy for me given my short sight! As the beach was still empty, we lay on the sand and started kissing and touching, but we were both hungry (for food) so we decided to dress so we could run back to my place for a shower and dinner. We got out dressed – still wet as we didn’t have any towelsWhat now we thought?  How about a shower at my place I suggested.  Sam asked how many times before we get to do it in the shower.  I reached over and rearranged her tits and kissed her. She said that she should keep the zip closed so I didn’t get too hard and I’d run home faster!We chatted about a lot on the way home – getting to know each other as the run group was large and we hadn’t chatted that much at the group, but Sam’s tits were really hard and I could see her nipples growing through the bra which made me harder – something Sam could definitely see – and we were really hot and sweaty. Sam asked where was my key, I asked, “which key?” and got a slap, but then told her that I’d gotten fed up carrying keys to the beach as they got nicked a few times and that going out the front and slipping in the backdoor was a problem too, so I had a SmartLock now. Sam said that it wasn’t a problem slipping in her back door ..(I knew she had a different sort of door on her mind!). I knew from my explorations, that Sam had her car’s “dumb key” zipped into her shorts.

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Sarah and the Green Giant

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“Oh shit, I shouldn’t drink so much,” Sarah giggled as she stumbled through the front door of her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and kicking her shoes under it. The short drive from the bar had made her thankful that she lived so close to the downtown, but had done little to sober her up. Thank God all the cops were too busy busting transients and tweakers to pay any attention to her black Honda weaving slightly down rainy side streets. She took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, and soon her blouse and slacks followed, creating a wrinkled pile that would necessitate later ironing.

Definitely not something to worry about tonight, Sarah thought as she made a wobbly beeline to her recently purchased memory foam mattress. Sarah had been spending a lot of time in bed lately so she hardly regretted the exorbitant $2,000 price tag. Her boyfriend Isaac had left her for the big city and the promise of an exciting new life a few months ago and she hadn’t quite adjusted to his absence yet, to say the least. She wasted a couple nights a week out drinking with her girlfriends, bad-mouthing her ex, but ignoring the numerous comes-on of the local guys, who never missed opportunities to Bostancı Escort fall all over themselves commenting on her flowing red hair and pale white skin. A few brave souls even praised her ample breasts, which Sarah freed from the constraints of the bra that she tossed on the floor next to the panties she had just peeled off. Sarah cued her CD alarm clock to her favorite Pixies track (the original version of “Gigantic”) for the next morning and sourly thought of how awful work was going to be in her undoubtedly hung over state. After a gulp of day-old water from the bedside stand, she curled up in the fetal position for a short night of sleep.

A half hour later and Sarah still had not descended into restfulness. She had tossed and turned, trying every conceivable position and trick to fall asleep with absolutely no luck. She was getting desperate and realized that cumming was maybe going to the be the only thing that would knock her out. Sarah fumbled in the bedside stand for her faithful slim-line vibrator and turned it onto the lowest setting. As the vibrator hummed quietly on her clit, Sarah’s mind wandered lazily, finally settling on the last sex she Bostancı Escort Bayan and Isaac had. They had been fighting over all his recent unexplained late nights out without her. Then they were drinking beers like one would frantically guzzle water on a hot summer day. The next thing she knew they were in bed having some of the best sex of their two year relationship. Isaac was much more aggressive than he usually was and quickly turned Sarah around. She didn’t usually like doggy style, but something about their level of intoxication, the urgent way Isaac kneaded her full breasts, and the overwhelming sensations she felt as his lengthy, thick cock pounded her soaking wet insides sent her over the edge repeatedly.

Of the many thing Sarah missed about Isaac, near the top of the list was how full he made her feel during sex. As she masturbated, Sarah slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. Then a couple more. While it felt great, it just wasn’t enough. Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a suitable substitute for all the sex toys she’d regrettably thrown out after Isaac’s departure. Then she remembered the organic cucumber she’d bought for Escort Bostancı a salad that, like her bed recently, never got made. Sarah quickly padded out to the kitchen and shivered as she rifled through the fridge until she produced the desired vegetable. And what a monster it was, she thought in awe as she soaped it up under hot water. The green behemoth was at least eight inches long and bigger around than her wrist.

Back in bed, Sarah adjusted the vibrator to a slightly higher setting, tracing patterns around her pussy lips with one end of the cucumber. She was so wet and worked up that it didn’t take her long to gradually begin feeding the oversized cucumber into her hungry pussy. “Ohmigod,” she moaned as she slowly eased the vegetable into her wetness. By the time she worked the green giant halfway in she was beginning to question her sanity in choosing such a large penis replacement. But she now had the fullness she so badly craved, and then some. Sarah was quickly become accustomed to the enormity of the cucumber as an orgasm rapidly approached. “Unnnh,” Sarah yelled as she came hard, full breasts shaking and soaked pussy clenching around her king-size veggie lover.

As the last spasms of her orgasm subsided, Sarah realized she was no longer so uptight about getting to sleep. And suddenly calling in to work the next day seemed like a feasible option, if only to spend more time enjoying getting better acquainted with / stretched to the absolute limit by her newly discovered green friend.

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