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Another night at work, another night away from him, her mind constantly imagining, imagining his face, his body, his voice, her thoughts drifting, but the sound of his voice is so real, “Honey..”, the voice getting louder, a gentle touch on her shoulder, reality hits her, she turns around in surprise as she listen to his voice saying “Honey..” once more. She holds him, squeezing, “Boo, what are you doing here ?” Looking at her, her thick hips, showing beautifully in her sweats, her tank top on, her body thicker than any other, looking her in the eyes, he leans to kiss her, slowly, passionately, he says to her, “I came to check up on you !” She blushes and turns around, he goes close behind her, pulling her close by the waist, she starts grinding on his dick.

Pulling her closer, she’s grinding harder, leaning, kissing her on the cheek, she put her pen in her clip board, holding onto his chin, she whispers into his ears, “You want me don’t you ?”, grinding harder on his dick, he smiles, chuckles, whispering to her, “Yes, I want you, be in my arms every second of the day!” She turns to kiss him, biting on his bottom lip, pushing her ass back harder on him, he pulls her ever closer. Taking him by the hand, walking to the ladies rest room, he scouts around behind him, making sure no one is watching. She walks in, looking at him in the mirror as she washes her hands, she turns facing him, bottom lip being bitten, lifting her on the sink’s counter top, she wraps her legs around him, kissing her, hand in her hair, the other in her back, he caresses her, pulling her closer to him.

Passionately kissing him, he unhooks her legs from behind him, his hands trailing along the middle of her back, she trembles, slow taking her pants off, his fingers, pressing against her clit, kissing her yet again, she wraps his legs around him, kissing so deep, closing her eyes, she sucks on his bottom lip, her juices soaking her panties, harder, he presses against her clit, she moans softly, she tilts her head, biting on her bottom lip. Her pussy starts to cum, moans getting louder, he pulls her close, kissing, sucking on her neck, as he does, sinks her nails deep into his back, scratching him, trying to pull his skin off. He unwraps her legs, hands on her ass, pulling her panties from behind her ass, pulling the front with his teeth, licking her clit, pressing hard against it, leaning her head back, pulling on her diyarbakır escort nipples and tits, her eyes rolled back, head tilting even more.

She holds his head, caressing it, he holds her waist, gripping her tighter, as he presses his tongue on her harder, she gasp, every time he hits the spot, tightening her grip on his head, thrusting her waist forward, pulling his head on harder. Moaning softly, arcing her back as she enjoys his tongue, coming up her body, kissing and caressing her more, she leans forward, unzips his pants, pushing her hands into his boxer, feeling on his dick, slowly stroking on it, kissing him just as slowly, his flaccidity getting harder by the second, she kisses him, hops off the counter top, and walks towards the door, he drops his jeans and boxers to the floor. She turns as she hears the belt buckle hit the floor, her eyes and mouth open wide, stepping to the door, she sends him a kiss, he runs after her, holds her hand as she touches the handle, he locks the door, lifts her, taking her back on the counter, his dick pushed in deep into her.

She gasp, gripping his back, scratching hard, nails deep into his skin, he pushes his dick in her, slow and hard, her moans get ever louder, shorter, biting her lips as he keeps hitting that spot, moaning loud, he goes faster, going harder, she screams stop, closing her eyes, tilting her body back, head against the wall, her screams come, pace still increasing, body shaking, lifting her off the counter top, bending her over, hands gripped on the counter top, he pushes his dick in, slowly, her pussy dripping with cum, feeling every vein on his dick, he spanks her ass, jiggling like jello. He starts fucking her, slow and easy, moaning as he fucks her, faster, harder, deeper her fucks her, her moans getting louder, ass moving like the waves in the ocean.

Tightening the grip on her waist, he fucks her harder, faster, pushing her body back on him, her arms tremble, pushing his dick into her, deep and strong. He turns her, lifting on leg on the counter, eating her pussy from behind, squeezing tightly, groping harder on her ass, she lifts her body up right, she takes her shirt off, moaning softly. His lips gliding against her ass, up the middle of her back, she shivers, he stop at her bra, caressing her shoulders, pulling her bra straps off, unhooking her bra by his teeth, pulling them edirne escort off her. He comes up, hands trailing on hers, soft and thick, caressing her, from her fingers to shoulders, kissing her shoulders and neck, firmly squeezing on her breast, twisting, pinching her nipples, both body to body, his dick, rock hard pressed against her ass, squeezing on her breast, firmer, stronger, she moans, kissing her neck passionately.

He bends her over, her leg still on the counter top, pushing his dick in slowly, her moans, getting louder, he starts to increase his rhythms, spanking her ass, he hold onto her ankle, other hand squeezing tightly on her waist, her cum running down his dick, creamy, white and thick, her hands in her hair, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, she hums, biting her bottom lip. She pulls her body up, stopping him, turning him, pushing him, she makes him sit on the covered toilet, holding his dick, tongue against it, tasting her juices, a long lick, from the bottom, to the tip of his head, jacking off his dick, fingers rubbing against her clit, her lips sealed around his testicles, licking, sucking. Her lips, she seals around his head, humming, moaning on him, going up and down, quick motions, the sound of its wetness fills the room, echoing back into their ears, he moans, hand in her hair, eyes rolling to the back of his head, slowing down, sealing her lips tighter, tongue twirling on his head, she gets off her knees, climbing onto his legs.

Breast in his face, she climbs on, holding his dick, she slides on slowly, locking her legs in his, she gasp, looking deep into his eyes, bouncing up and down his dick, his lap, clapping against her thighs, his hand feeling, squeezing, caressing her ass, jiggling with every bounce, tilting her body back, he comes forward, kissing in her neck, down to the middle of her chest, kissing on her breast, licking on her nipples, caressing her back, his dick still deep in her, throbbing, her pussy, quinting, cum flowing, her eyes rollin back, moaning, he pushes his body down, pulling her body on his, hands on her waist, looking at her back as it arcs, thrusting his dick into her, quick strokes, she moans loudly, their bodies clapping on each other, her light skin turning red, thrusting faster, her moans turn to light scream, “Fuck me harder baby !”, she begs, ready for the pain, he spreads her ass, pushing her down edirne escort bayan on him harder, her screams get louder, spanking and holding, squeezing on her ass tightly, cheeks still spread apart, her breathing interrupts her screams, gasping as he hits the spot, screaming just for the way he fucks her.

She climbs off his dick, legs shaking, shaking her ass for him, bouncing both cheeks, then alternating, starts giving him a wild lap dance, her ass on his abs, coming down his body, wining as she reaches his lap, dipping to the floor, she holds her ankles, pushing her ass in the air, spreading her legs, closing his, she sits on him, leaning forward, arms outstretched, bracing on the cubicle’s frame, locking her legs with his, back arced, she bounces on his dick wild, moaning, wining as she bounces. Pressing his hands deep into her waist, pulling her down on him harder, he watches her ass jiggle, clapping as she goes up, jiggles as it claps against his lap, loving the way her ass looks, spanking her, his dick throbbing harder, her pussy quinting tighter, looking at his kyrptonite, his body getting weaker, she screams, her pussy cuming harder than before, him about to climax, cum surging thru his dick, her legs trembling, getting weak, his trembling between hers, both getting weak.

She screams, his dick squirting, cum surging beep into her pussy, he moans loudly, his eyes rolling, head falling back, she pushes her body back on him, rubbing between her thick legs, wrapping his arms around her, caressing coming up her body, squeezing on her breast, playing with her nipples, caressing up her neck, turning her face, kissing her deeply. She stands, body still weak, pulling him with her, start dressing each other, she puts on his boxers, slipping his vest over his head, kissing his abs, he goes on his knees, pulling her panties up, still soaked from her juices, kissing, licking on her clit, she hooks her bra, pulling up her straps. Pulling up her sweat pants, he does the same with his jeans, she twirls, bend over showing him her ass, wrapping her hands around his neck, shaking her hips, going down his body, she turns and kisses him, eyes closed, imagination running free, putting their shirts on. She holds him by the hand, ready to step out thru the door, he pushes it, turns her around, looks deep into her eyes, kissing her, holding her tight, he whispers into her ears, as they walk out the bathroom together, “Imma be waiting for you in the morning for round two..” She looks at him, biting her lips as he walks away, grabbing for her clipboard, holding it tightly, her mind wandering, a big smile on her face, left motionless, speechless..knocked back to reality as her work starts to pick up….

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Chapter 1: Alvin is the name of a computer geek

Alvin is not a name one would associate with this hunk of a man. Think Ryan Reynolds with short wavy blonde hair. Alvin first and foremost was a competitor, a fighter. The youngest of four boys, he was always last in line for clothes, for dessert, for everything. Therefore, he developed skills. The first skill was in sports, sports that required good hand/eye coordination. He played little league baseball and as an eight-year old, hit a home run over the fence in a game on a field that is usually used for kids in the 11-12 division. The coaches said they had never seen that before. He played shortstop, which helped him develop quick feet and a quick mind for the game. He was also the best Nintendo player in the school. He could make the joystick sing, his hands and fingers were so fast. As a computer- geek, the name Alvin was appropriate.

In high school he had an overall batting average in three years on varsity of .406, which was Ted Williams average in 1941. His buddies started calling him Ted. The average, his stellar glove and his eleven home runs propelled him to the Sports Illustrated high school all star team. He could have gone to USC or Stanford and gone pro but he had higher aspirations, literally higher. He wanted to be a pilot more than anything. It was for that reason that he applied to and was accepted to the Air Force Academy and starred on their absolutely lousy team that only won nine games in four years, losing one hundred and eleven. He didn’t care. He would find winning in the skies.

At the Air Force Academy he could have had any of the female cadets, any of the female instructors too. However, the code did not allow that so he kept it all down. When he went home to Temple Texas, he let it all out. He was often seen with two girls, one under each arm. His buddies marveled at him. He only said that he could easily satisfy two at a time, so why waste it? His buddies just scoffed, not believing a word.

There was that one girl, what was her name? He could never remember her name. It was an unusual name. He was at a bar with the boys watching the World Series. The waitress was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, probably around six feet, had strong legs that were prominent due to the short skirt, white teeth, killer smile and the cutest dimples. The boys were talking about their baseball exploits. “The greatest game,” said Jeffrey, who played catcher at USC before the academy.

“The greatest game,” agreed Tony, who played infield—mostly as a backup—at UNLV. “Don’t you agree?” he posited to the waitress.

“I could never understand baseball,” she said, the gorgeous milk chocolate-Black girl, “I could get into football. The Volunteers gave a great Saturday experience. There is nothing like SEC football.”

Alvin had to pipe up. He was mesmerized by her. “You have the body of an athlete, what was your sport?”

“Boys, I was on the University of Tennessee national championship volleyball team. That is the sport of kings,” ribbing the boys.

What was her name? Alvin returned to that bar a week later. He talked with the super hot volleyball player-turned waitress. She had he sweetest smile and softest Southern accent. They went out for dinner. He remembered that she was in the U.S. Olympic women’s volleyball training program. They spent a fabulous night together and hooked up a few more times. She taught him a lot about how to satisfy a woman. Her legs were so long that she always locked her ankles when they fucked in missionary and used her thighs to pull him in deeper. He took her to a party with a lot of other cadets. He remembers the reaction he got from the other guys. She was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen.

While he was getting her a drink, Mike jumped the line and grabbed him by the arm. “Where did you find her? Damn, bro, you like the sistas?” Mike stole her from Alvin. They made an interesting looking couple. Mike, who played running back at the University of Illinois, at all of 5’9″ with her-what was her name—at almost six feet. He heard they got married.

In the air force he flew huge cargo planes but wanted to fly fighters. While he wanted to fly fighters, the air force did not assess his abilities ‘to be superior in the demands of that area of piloting.’ They required superior mental toughness. While he thought he was capable, this did not work out in his favor. He served the minimum number of years and received an honorable discharge. Now it was time to find a job. He landed a position with a big airline and was in the training program to fly 747’s, on account of the fact that he flew C-17’s and C-5’s. The 747 pilots were considered the cream-of-the-crop. So he came to appreciate his experience flying huge cargo planes and not sleek fighters.

It would take at least ten, maybe fifteen years of service, maybe longer, as a co-pilot before getting the chance to take command of a 747 but he was patient. There were many other perks to the job.

Alvin looked great in his uniform. As a single man, making a nice salary-with trabzon escort greater potential—he was in high demand among the female employees, chief among them were the flight attendants who captivated him. He thought about getting married to a women he met at a golf tournament. She was doing registration. He was too young and self-centered for marriage. He got plenty of tail and enjoyed his freedom.

Early on in his career, the female flight attendants would compete for his attention. He could have all of them, sequentially or together if he wanted. Unfortunately, the airline forbade this kind of relationship for safety and general esprit-de-corp. Some marriages were formed but those could only be ones where the two people never flew together. What is the fun of that, thought Alvin. Therefore, if he wanted relationships with the flight attendants he had to follow the rules. Alvin was in the military and was the kind of person who always followed the rules. He found plenty of hot women to hook up with.

The flight attendants (and the women on the ground crews) talked about him all the time. It was the flight attendants who had the most interaction with him so they had they had the most opportunities. One very petite brunette caught his eye. Her name was Chloe. She was about 5’2″ and 100 lbs. but strong on account of the fact that she was on the women’s gymnastics team at the University of Wisconsin. She had a great physique, a perfect behind and incredible legs. Besides, she had a killer smile with pearly white teeth and used her make up to best flatter her mouth and lips. Alvin thought often about those lips and how they would feel surrounding his cock. He would get his chance.

He had just landed in Tokyo when he saw Chloe in the crew lounge. She knew he was a “playa” from the other girls but few of them were in possession of any details. They made up stories and fantasized about him in their beds. He was probably one of the few men who could give a woman an orgasm and not even be in the same country.

He saw her pulling her carry-on and she looked super sexy just walking through the door. It must have been the smooth way she moved and controlled her movements from years doing dance and gymnastics. When she saw him, she thought immediately that he must be the one that the others always talked about. If so, they were right. He was really put together. He was at the coffee machine when she approached him. “Hi, my name is Chloe, are you Alvin?”

“My friends call me Ted. I would be thrilled if you were one of them.”

“I have been looking for a friend like you.”

“What kind of friend is that?”

Chloe had always been a good girl. She did not lose her virginity until she was nineteen in the dorm at Wisconsin. She had been hanging around Benjamin a lot. She was studying sociology. He was studying Engineering. They first met in the athletic center. She was leaving the gym after a workout. Benjamin had a work-study job in the athletic department. They dated by attending sports events. One night it happened. Chloe, an extremely shy girl, finally took the plunge and agreed to do it. They were in Benjamin’s dorm room. His roommate who lived in Chicago had gone home for the weekend. They had made out a few times but this one got hot and heavy. He started caressing her breasts, perfect 32B little girly breasts. She got hot, unbuckled his pants and started sucking his cock. This had happened once before but this time, she had the urge and produced a condom from her small shoulder purse.

“Put this on.”

“Sure, how long have you been carrying that around?”

“This one for only a few months. I bought a box when I got here (on campus this fall) but never…”

Taking it from her, he slipped it on. He had done this before a few times. She was excited already but he started fingering her slit. When she was ready she pushed his hand away and slowly climbed on. She was terribly frightened. It hurt a lot. There was a trickle of blood which she blotted from her thighs. It was over in a minute.

At Wisconsin she had met many more interesting guys but was reserved, did not attend parties and really did not circulate in the kinds of crowds where one receives a lot of pressure. She had two more boyfriends and graduated. Since she was the perfect height and weight, she applied to be a flight attendant and was accepted on account of her all-American good looks, warm smile and engaging personality. She was based in Chicago but did not like it there. It was much colder than Las Vegas where she grew up. In Chicago, she met young men at church and other clean functions. She did not drink.

—–

“I asked you, what kind of friend is that, the kind you are looking for?”

“Tall dark and handsome,” was all that came out. It was stupid thing to say but all the women in the old movies used that line.

“Would you settle for tall, blonde and out-of-shape?”

Out-of-shape? He was an Adonis to her. This is the kind of self-deprecating style she knew some guys used. “What could you ever mean, ‘out of shape’?”

“I tunceli escort played baseball at the academy.” All of the girls knew he was in the air force. “I have to admit I was in pretty good condition about ten years ago but rarely work out any more like I used to.”

“In that case, I will take tall, blonde and unable-to-workout-much.” They talked some more but had to catch the shuttle to the Hilton, where all of the flight crews stay. They found seats in the third row of the mini-van, and the other girls in that vehicle snickered in blood-boiling jealousy the whole trip. All of the crews shared rooms so there was no chance for a quick tryst. This would be their first date anyway so he asked if she had the energy for a drink at the jazz club down the street. His flight had been 13 hours from Dallas to Tokyo but he caught a short nap in the crew rest quarters so was not tired. Her flight was 10 hours but she was tired from standing the whole time. Yet, here he was, the hunk of the company and he wanted to spend time with her. They went to the club. He told her she would sleep better if she had a drink. She had a cup of sake and practically fell asleep. They returned to the hotel.

Chloe was very interested in him but they would have to make arrangements for a second date since he lived in Los Angeles. He was able to find a flight that got him to Chicago and they met for dinner. They had a great time and both wanted to extend the date into the evening.

“Where are you staying tonight?” she inquired. Alvin, as we shall see, is a lady’s man and always prepared. He always carried with him a tiny overnight bag in a pouch that he slung over his shoulder with a toothbrush, a change of underwear, a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. When he picked her up she asked him what that was and he told her that he carried overnight supplies in case he was called to catch a flight somewhere. He had left his uniform at the secure equipment room for the flight crews so he could change for his next flight at the airport.

“I have not decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?”

Chloe was not very experienced with men at 26 but she knew an opportunity when one was presented. “I know this is only our second date, if you count the one at the jazz club in Tokyo when I passed out, but I, um, have space for you tonight…if you…want.”

“That is a great offer. I have been hoping and praying for something like this since the moment I saw you.” This was pure flattery, for all he wanted was some action. He was good at the stupid small talk that got girls in bed. He put his strong hand on hers. She turned her wrist so their hands were folded together. He leaned over the small table and kissed her. She was a bit surprised but she needed the affection.

They caught a cab to her apartment and made out the whole time. She ran her hands over his fabulous chest over and over and slipped her hand down to his crotch so she could indicate to him that she wanted it and to get some idea of what was in store.

The door opened to a small living room/kitchen area. She put down her purse. “Can I get you anything?”

“Only directions to the bathroom.”

“Right through that door to the right.” He walked off. “Would it be too forward if I just told you to meet me in the bedroom?” she inquired softly as he got through the doorway.

“You invited me back to your apartment. I think that we passed the awkward ‘forward’ stage of the relationship. I think we are here for the same reasons.”

Chloe quickly skipped to the bedroom and located her one camisole, a bright red one, and slipped it on. She tied to find the matching red panties but stopped searching and just put on boring white cotton ones. She was just putting on the camisole and tossed her dress on the chair when he entered the room.

“That is just perfect, little girl. Do you like red?”

She jumped into his arms. “Of course, what is your favorite color?”

“Red when it is on a slinky little number like that. I also like pink when I am in the arms of a beautiful woman.”

“Pink?”

“I will show you.” Alvin liked the pink of pussy. They kissed for a long time. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her panties, grabbing a hand of perfect ass. The kiss ended when she sat on the bed and started unbuckling his pants. “Let me help you with that.” He unzipped and pushed them off. She was amazed by his athletic build. She pulled down his briefs and took his cock in her hands. It was already filling with blood.

This had only been her sixth lover so she was not very experienced but she did a great job. He was standing tall in a minute. She sucked. He moaned. She squeezed his balls. He moaned. “It’s my turn,” he said. She looked up and her lipstick was smeared and her face was wet. “Stand up. Get on the bed.”

She was visibly shaking. “You are shaking. Are you cold?” She pulled down her plain, white cloth panties.

“No just…nervous…excited…agh…just stupid, I guess.” He positioned her so her head was on the pillow and parted her legs, leaving uşak escort the red camisole and the white cotton panties. He climbed between her legs. Alvin was good at this, as he had, by this time, at 33, about 100 lovers. He teased her lips and nibbled her thighs and blew on her clit. “You are very good at this…”

Chloe rarely masturbated because of her strict upbringing and owned no toys. This was new to her. He expertly licked and sucked and she was in heaven. He knew all of the right places. She was amazed that he knew just where to nibble, where to suck, where to rub with his nose and his fingers. She knew that they should have intercourse but she didn’t want him to stop, ever. She had never felt so good. “Ahh, that is so good. Don’t stop.” He continued to use his mouth, tongue and fingers. She moaned and groaned. She rubbed his ears to guide his tongue to the right places.

He looked up and she saw a happy man, strong face and neck covered in her juices. “Wanna fuck? I have a condom.”

“Yes,” she said stiffly.

He grabbed his tiny pouch and produced the envelope. He rolled it on. “Can we start this way?” he asked, positioning himself between her legs. Begin, she, thought and wondered what else would happen after the ‘beginning’.

“Sure”.

He moved up on the bed. He stopped for a long time to lick her nipples which she had exposed by lowering the straps of her garment. Her breasts were perfect, perfectly proportioned to her small frame, probably 32B. They were natural and slightly pushed out from her chest just a little.

“With the condom on I can’t always feel your opening. Would you guide me in? I will go slowly.” That was exactly what Chloe was hoping for. She reached down and put him in the right place. “Ready?”

“Ya.”

He slowly pushed. She gasped as she felt his shaft fill her. It took about six or seven more thrusts before she could feel that he had gone as far as he could. A few more gentle trusts more and she was relaxed. She took a breath, finally, and let it out with a huge sigh. He kissed her and she opened her mouth. It was a great kiss, the hottest and most amorous of their relationship thus far.

He got into a rhythm and she was feeling good. She felt that this wonderful man, who all the other girls wanted, was insider of her. She wanted him inside, deep inside. He pumped her for about five minutes and she was feeling like she was getting higher, somewhere higher, but she did not know where. She wanted to pull him totally inside. He pulled away a tiny bit and pushed her legs so her knees were touching her shoulders. No one had ever done that before. She thought of all of the stretching workouts in the gym. This was a good position. He felt even deeper. He pushed up and she pushed down because as she pushed down he seemed to get even deeper. They were in an ecstatic rhythm. She moaned and yelped.

After a few more minutes in this position she saw he was perspiring heavily. She was also very hot. But she did not want to break the rhythm. She grunted and grunted. His pushed and pushed. After about fifteen minutes of fucking, he stopped. Breathing very heavily, “I am very thirsty, do mind if I get a glass of water, and would you like one?”

She was parched but did not even feel it until he mentioned it. She was so caught up in the moment. “Yes, please. There is a plastic pitcher in the frig.” He went to kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured two cold glasses. He returned and gulped his glass down quickly.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Umm, I would like to keep going but I am getting sore down there.”

Alvin was prepared for this. He always packed a small bottle of lube with the condoms. Alvin was a beautiful male specimen, a man with a hunk of a body but his cock was not especially large. He measured it once at about six inches. More than enough, his girlfriends always told him. What he had was stamina. Maybe it was his athlete’s physiology or mentality but he could control himself, his breathing and his pelvic floor muscles. In short, he could pump away at a girl for thirty-five or forty minutes, maybe more. Since he always used a condom and condoms make a lot of women dry, he carried the bottle. “I have a solution. Sit back and I will lube you. I promise you will like it.”

She had pulled her legs up her chest and was in a sitting fetal position while drinking the water. He took the glass, placed on the nightstand and laid her down flat on her back. He opened the bottle and generously poured some on his right hand and some on her pussy, making it glisten and the pubic hair gleam. He sat beside her and rubbed gently but firmly. She felt the warmth of the special liquid. It had a warming quality and a scent of lavender. It did not take long for her to start moaning again, grunting and whimpering. Her eyes were closed. The sounds from her mouth were guttural now. “Ungh, Nnna, Eee.” Alvin pushed two fingers into her pussy and pulled upward to find her g-spot and pushed his strong fingers into her over and over, faster and faster, making loud slurping noises. She grunted and moaned. It took some time but her sounds got to a high pitch. Then came the most animalistic grunt/scream he had ever heard. Her legs shook and quaked and her feet were flying all over. It all calmed down in the room and she went fully limp, breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon.

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Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author’s note: This is a continuation of a series. You’ll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 18

The strangest thing happened the next morning, something that was entirely new to me. I woke up wet. I don’t mean Jake’s semen, though that was there too. It had dried on me during the night, but some of it was wet again, because I was. I laid there for a while and just listened to my body and explored what I was feeling, the tightness inside me, the warmth and slickness, the pressure of my thighs squeezing together which I couldn’t seem to stop no matter how hard I tried.

Yes, I woke up horny.

Trust me, it was a first.

Jake was still sound asleep, but of course, he was hard as a rock, his unbelievably huge erection just jutting out over his washboard abs. The sight of his impressive cock only worsened my aroused state. There was even a small wet spot just below his navel, where he was leaking. God, the urge to lean over him and lick up that glistening fluid was insanely strong.

It was a wretched compulsion — maybe too strong a word, so just very unlady-like — so I shook my head clear and gingerly got out of his bed. I started to head for the kitchen, then noticed my shirt was kind of scratchy. I stood in the hall and lifted the hem. There was dried semen all over it, so I went to my room and threw it in the hamper. While looking for something to wear, I noticed the time. It was really late in the morning. Jake needed to be up and off for work in less than thirty minutes, so I grabbed my dark blue satin robe and rushed to the kitchen.

I had just turned the coffee pot on when Jake pressed his body against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist and chest. His looming presence spiked my arousal again.

“Good morning,” he murmured, digging his nose into my hair behind my ear and nuzzling me there. “Coffee ready?”

“Just started it,” I replied, tightening my grip on the edge of the counter when he pushed my hair aside with his nose and kissed the nape of my neck.

“How long do we have?”

I sighed as his soft lips and hot tongue trailed a path over my shoulder. “A few minutes.”

He pushed his hands inside my robe, one gliding down my stomach and the other palming my left breast. “A few minutes, huh?”

My head fell back against his shoulder, and when he lightly pinched my nipples, it was like he’d set off a direct current of electricity between my legs. I gasped and reached up behind me to grab the back of his head. Jake nuzzled my neck, kissing and biting gently. Fondling my other breast, my robe now gaping open, Jake pressed his other hand against my stomach, pulling my lower body towards him, then he pushed his hand between my legs and slid two fingers down my shockingly wet center.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled, pressing the tips of two fingers against my opening, making me moan and pull his hair.

“I haven’t showered,” I told him.

“I don’t care.”

“But there’s not enough time.”

“A few minutes is all I need.”

“For what?” I asked.

But then his enormous crown was spreading me open and pushing inside me. I cried out wordlessly and arched my back. Jake captured both of my breasts in his big hands and just shoved his massive cock into my body, inch after hard inch. He had to work his hips back and forth three times before he was fully seated within me.

“No fucking around,” he told me, pinching my nipples and stroking his gloriously huge cock out and right back in.

“Oh God,” I moaned, feeling him thrust again, from crown to balls.

“Just come for me,” he growled, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Come on my fucking cock, Rebecca.”

I was beside myself with pleasure, standing in the kitchen and letting him take me from behind, fucking me with every inch of his beautiful dick, just drilling my body with his colossal maleness. He fucked into me six times and I was coming, bathing his thrusting length in my arousal, slapping both hands on the counter and pushing back to take everything he had. He long-stroked me and picked up the pace, and I felt him swell, getting harder, longer, wider.

“Not inside,” I hissed.

Jake growled and brutally ripped his cock out of me. It was so sudden that my body felt empty, like part of me was missing. Grabbing my arm, Jake spun me around to face him and pushed me down to my knees. The glistening crown of his cock was right in my face when the slit at his tip widened and blasted me with hot semen. He stroked his fist up and down his mighty member, pressed the erupting crown to my lips and pushed into my mouth. The taste of my body on him was rather potent, since we had yet to clean up from our nocturnal activities, but I didn’t care. I just bathed his smooth helmet with my tongue and gave it sloppy kisses while it gushed shocking amounts of cum on my face and in my mouth.

The whole elazığ escort affair had taken no more than a minute, which was amazing, considering how incredible it had felt. After a while, I just remained on my knees and kissed and licked his cock. At one point, I even leaned back against the cabinets behind me and let him fuck his big crown in and out of my mouth. When I heard the coffee pot clatter, I looked up at him. Jake was holding a cup of steaming coffee and grinning down at me.

“Thanks, Becca.”

And just like that, he walked away, leaving me kneeling on the kitchen floor with his abundant spend coating most of my face and dripping onto my swollen breasts. I gaped at his back, feeling like I had been absolutely used, no more than a receptacle for his semen. Jake stopped at the threshold of the living room, enormous penis sticking out from his body like a lance, almost comically. He glanced at me over his shoulder, and when he saw my shocked, almost horrified expression, he raised one eyebrow.

“Don’t forget to put your collar back on.”

Oddly, my anger cooled in an instant. As he walked away, it just kind of clicked into place for me. Well, I should say that myplace clicked. Respect had nothing to do with how he had just treated me. I was his. I belonged to him. He could do anything he wanted with me, to me, and as long as I allowed it, that wouldn’t change. It had nothing to do with personalities or feelings, so there was no implied insult in what he’d said or done. It was entirely physical, and nothing more. It was rather uncomplicated, really.

As it turned out, I really liked being used.

With a cup of coffee in me and more waiting, I took a shower and thought over my day. I needed to make another trip to the drug store, for one thing. I also needed to put in a little time on the photo album for Ryan’s family. We usually spent the Fourth of July with them. We would rent a big cabin in Oklahoma — or two, if his brother and sisters and their families joined us — and spend a week together. Part of that tradition was bringing along a new photo album for everyone to browse through. His family sent me pictures throughout the year, and I assembled them into a kind of scrapbook. It was a constant project and I didn’t like letting it get away from me.

I pulled on low-rise jeans and a baby tee, pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, applied minimal makeup, and checked out the results in the mirror. Imagine my surprise to see Jake’s collar around my throat. I hadn’t even realized I was putting it on. Of course, the moment I saw it there, the small medallion catching the light in the hollow of my throat, my insides flushed with damp heat.

God, he’d turned me into Pavlov’s dog!

Well, I couldn’t go run errands wearing it, but I didn’t have to leave just yet. I wanted another cup of coffee or two first, so it could stay on for now. I’d just taken my fresh cup of coffee outside when I heard my cell phone ringing. I ran back to get it.

“Hello?”

“Hi, honey,” Ryan said tiredly.

“Ryan,” I replied, shocked that he had called.

“Did I call at a bad time?”

“No, not at all.” I went outside and sat down, taking a sip of coffee. “I just wasn’t expecting to hear from you. You didn’t call when you landed.”

He sighed. “I know. We didn’t exactly have a happy parting. I thought you might want some time to yourself.”

I cringed, because for the most part, I had had very little time to myself. Most of it had been spent with Jake. At that thought, I was instantly aware of the collar around my neck. Jake’s collar. It should have been weird to be wearing it while talking to my husband, but it wasn’t. Ryan had pretty much left me to my own devices for the better part of two years. Jake had stepped up, so he kind of deserved to place a mark of ownership on me. Besides, I really liked being owned by someone.

“How are you?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Exhausted,” he sighed again. “The St. Louis branch is a mess right now. They’re in the middle of a Sarbanes Oxley audit, and I’m trying to help them get everything in order.”

It occurred to me then that I’d never even asked what he was going out of town for. “Is that why you were sent down?”

“Partially. The branch manager announced his retirement. Derek–” that was Ryan’s vice president “–wanted me to make sure everything was in order before they hire the new manager.”

“Did he consider you?” I asked.

Ryan chuckled. “He dropped a hint or two, yes.”

I mulled that over for a moment. Two years ago, if Ryan had told me he wanted to move to St. Louis to take a job there, I would have agreed without even thinking about it. I would have followed him anywhere. But now? I was torn.

“I haven’t really given it any thought, since I haven’t talked to you about it yet,” he said. “It would be a big change for us both, and I’d be asking you to leave all of your friends. Not quite ready to even consider asking you to do that.”

My eyebrows erzincan escort went up at his consideration of my feelings. I hadn’t expected that at all. “You’d be leaving a friend behind too.”

“True,” he chuckled. “Speaking of Jake, how is he treating you?”

“Fine,” I said noncommittally, fingering the collar.

There was an awkward pause. “He’s taking good care of you?”

I blushed and felt things tighten low in my body. Lately, Jake had been quite thorough in taking care of my needs. “Very.”

“I knew he would,” he said quietly. “Jake is Jake, after all.”

My breath caught in my chest. Did Ryan suspect? Did he know? I took a moment to gather my courage. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know Jake. He’s an alpha male. Get him alone with a woman and he takes charge.” Boy, does he ever, I thought. “You’re not helpless or anything. I mean, I know you don’t need to be taken care of like that, not in every little detail, but I figured with me being gone, he would do what he always does. You know, step up.”

Oh, Jake had stepped up alright. He’d taken over the one role in my life that I needed most those days. “He has,” I said before I could stop it.

“Tell me?”

Um, no. Not a good idea. Time to change the subject again. “Actually, I’ve learned some interesting things from him since you left.”

Nervously, he said, “Such as?”

“He told me you used to be somewhat of a ladies man, before we met.”

Ryan laughed. “I wouldn’t saythat.”

“He said you didn’t have any trouble hooking up with women.”

A pause. “I guess I didn’t.”

“He said the girls you slept with would talk about you for days.”

Another pause. “I suppose they did.”

God, it was like pulling teeth. “I had no idea.” When he didn’t say anything, I barreled on. “I didn’t believe him at first. It just didn’t sound like you.” He still didn’t say anything. The line was so quiet that if it weren’t for the sound of the hotel room air conditioner running in the background, I’d have thought we’d been disconnected. “You’ve never really taken charge, you know, in the bedroom.”

“Like Jake?” he said.

My breath caught again. I had to fight not to gasp. But that wasn’t actually what I’d been thinking. Tersely, I replied, “No. Like you used to, before you met me.” After a long moment of silence, I asked, “What changed, Ryan? Why did you change?”

“Does it bother you, knowing how I used to be?” Before I could answer, he added, “I assumed you would have found the old me rather repulsive.”

That didn’t make sense to me at all. “Why?”

He sighed. “You were just so…innocent when we met. You wanted to save yourself for marriage, and I was head over heels for you, so I respected that. You had this purity about you and…” he trailed off.

“And what?”

“Well, even after we got married, I was afraid you would think I was, I don’t know, filthy, I guess, that I was trying to corrupt you somehow.”

But that was exactly what I wanted, what I needed, to be taken, to be dirtied even. “Ryan…”

He cut me off, and he sounded frustrated, angry. “That wasn’t who I showed you. That wasn’t the guy you married. I didn’t want to scare you, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be judged.”

That took me aback. “Judged? Why would you assume that? Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

He snorted. “If that doesn’t sound like a case of ‘too little, too late’, I don’t know what does.”

“I didn’t say that,” I snapped at him. “But I’m getting there, I assure you.”

Ryan all but yelled at me through the phone. “What do you want from me, Rebecca? I bought you your dream house. I got you a nice car. I keep your closet full and your credit cards nice and fat. I don’t crowd you and I don’t nag you. I’m far from the perfect husband, but I do everything I can to make up for what I can’t. Just tell me what the hell you want.”

I was too angry to catch the significance of something he’d said. My voice low and quiet, I replied, “Nothing, Ryan. I don’t want you to doanything you don’t want to do, and if that includes me, that’s just fine.”

I hung up on him and stormed back into the house, dropping my coffee cup into the sink with a loud clatter, then grabbed my keys and headed out. I was furious until late in the afternoon. I could barely sort out the conversation I’d had with my husband. He provided for me, sure, but it was his choice. He had wanted me to be the good little housewife, the innocently sweet woman that simply lay on her back and accept her husband without argument, so that’s exactly what I’d done.

I was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t what he wanted though. It was almost like he’dwanted to fight with me. Maybe he was looking for a way out, picking a fight to push me away because he didn’t have the balls to tell me that he was unhappy. Well,I was unhappy, but it seemed I wasn’t lacking in the balls department.

“I love your medallion.”

I blinked and looked at the drug store clerk behind erzurum escort the counter, a blonde teenage girl. An older woman was back there too, Estelle. She’d worked there for as long as I could remember, and she knew me. She looked over at me.

The girl smiled, looking at my neck. “What does the J stand for?”

My hand went to my throat. Oh my God. I was still wearing the choker!

Estelle squinted at my neck. “Isn’t your husband’s name Ryan?”

I laughed nervously. “Oh, it’s for his pet name.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Estelle asked.

I swallowed and felt a blush creeping up my face. I looked at the girl. “I’m sorry, but I’m kind of in a hurry.”

“Oh, sure. Just a moment,” she said, hurriedly stuffing my receipt into the bag and handing it over.

By the time I got out of there, I was mortified. Taking the choker off, I started the car and headed home. My God, what was wrong with me? How could I have forgotten I’d been wearing it? Maybe I was just that mad at Ryan.

Jake’s truck was in the driveway when I got home, which was a surprise. I didn’t announce my arrival when I walked in. I just headed for the kitchen to take my morning-after pill. While I was filling the glass, I heard Jake come in.

“Did you get off work early?” I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with water. When I turned around, he was just standing there, watching me. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and his hugely muscular body glistened with beads of water. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Are you always just getting out of the shower?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a wry grin. He looked at my neck and frowned.

“No collar,” he said simply.

My fingers went to my throat. Something in his tone had me wary. A moment later, I realized why. There were only a few feet between us, but Jake closed the distance like a predator, his hot gaze raking over my body. In an instant, I felt like a piece of meat, his prey, and heat began to gather low in my body.

“You shouldn’t have taken it off,” he said quietly, hands on my hips and pushing under my shirt.

“I-I had to go out for errands,” I stammered.

“Then you should have put it back on.” Jake pushed his hands up my sides, lifting my shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

He forced my arms up and lifted my shirt off. He took in my bra-encased breasts and sighed, and without preamble, he opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs with my panties, lowering himself onto his knees.

“I should make dinner,” I told him, trying to keep my voice from quivering as he lifted my leg and took my sandal off.

Jake didn’t say anything. He lifted my other leg and took that sandal off too, but rather than put my foot back down, he hiked my leg up further, over his shoulder. My dewy vagina was openly exposed to him, and I took a sharp breath as he stared at me down there, licking his lips.

“Take off your bra,” he told me.

I reached behind me to do just that, and as I worked the clasp open, Jake leaned forward, turned his head, and licked right up my center. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, momentarily losing focus and just standing there in my bra as Jake lapped at my vagina. His tongue was huge, hot and eager, just swiping through my cleft over and over again. My chest heaved with deep breaths, my leg began to tremble, and the temptation to reach down and run my fingers through his thick hair was enormous. But just as I was about to grab hold of his head, just as I was about to come, a sharp smack to my ass snapped me out of my reverie.

Blinking my eyes to focus, I took off my bra and let it fall to the floor. Jake clenched my ass tight in one hand and reached up with the other to maul my breasts and pinch my nipples, all the while licking and slurping between my legs. My insides were tightening deliciously, intensely, almost painfully, itching to be filled, to be fucked. So close. So very close.

Jake picked my jeans up from the floor. With one final and very deep lick, he stood up. I moaned in complaint, biting my lower lip. He pinned me in place with a stern look alone, his chin glistening. He fished around in the pockets of my jeans and found the collar. Instead of putting it on me, he took my hand and pulled me into the living room. My legs shook the entire way. With a flick of his fingers, his towel dropped to the floor, his cock huge and hard and just jutting up from between his legs with such incredible power and virility.

“I told you not to take this off when you were home,” he said, putting the collar on me. His hot gaze bored into mine, fingertips playing with the lace around my throat. “Since you can’t follow that simple instruction, this is all you get to wear for the weekend.”

I blinked at him. He couldn’t be serious. Surely he didn’t expect me to remain naked the entire weekend.

“Unless someone comes over or unless you absolutely must leave the house, no clothes.”

Holy shit. He was serious.

Jake put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to sit on the couch. The enormous tip of his cock blocked most of my field of view. It bobbed up and down with the beat of his heart, the veins running along the length of his shaft just bulging obscenely. His fingers dug into my hair, hands cupping my head, and I knew what he wanted.

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When I feel the touch of you in my dreams it feels like sparkling orbs , sheer heaven sprinkling through the galaxy, toppling over the stars and bouncing on the moon until finally, they drift into my heart, melting the essence of that which is you into my being thus to share our love complete.

When I feel your kisses I drift into ecstasy, sheer lust as the male in me begins to stir after a long deep sleep. Then I feel your response so deep, so warm and so very moist, your lips still moulding to mine as our beings emerge and find each other in the most intimate way….

I hear your breathing falter as I begin to touch, to explore – and then it restores and quickens as my hand instinctively wanders – until I hear that deep slow sigh I know so well, the sigh that tells me you are mine.

That seems so long ago and so far away and yet I can still remember how it was and it is something which will always remain in my heart, in my mind forever. Now you have long gone but your charisma is there beside me – and I know you are feeding me with those vibes that come swirling through the heavens. Of course love, true love like ours can never die, like the spirit; it lives and survives. Our anatomy is just a tool to see us through, to enable us to live on this dear blue planet – it returns to whence it came when out mission on earth is done but the important thing is our spirit, our soul is indestructible and that which is you, which is me will always be there.

You are still there I know you are Melissa, I can hear the mellow of your whispering voice daily, to guide and watch over me until that day when we shall positively meet again

I feel the warmth of your cheek as it so delicately brushes mine van escort – as you tease your fingers through my hair, feeling so warm and belonging now, knowing that our love will flow like a gentle stream, creating little ripples along the way, teasing and bubbling the reeds that emerge along the bank. Until we reach a point in time, when our love builds, the stream fastens, lured on by small rapids, trickles of sparkling clear mountain water dodging in and out of rocks that irregularly emerge from the river bed.

In life we are indeed lucky to have found the right partner – to share our all, the ups and downs which test the fluency of our bond, not to have undergone the sad business of a parting of the waves, when one is still in love and the other is drawn to another.

I therefore feel humble, I do that I will always have you to guide me through thick and thin and the feel of you ion my being constantly remains forthright and strong, so, darling until the time is nigh I will bide my time, knowing that you are there all the time.

But hush! I am delivered to the past again and all is well…

I feel now the need in my being and sense the urgency in yours – the yearning to accomplish our bond, the passion demanding more and more of each other, I kiss your breasts, tease your soul, gently massage each summit with my kisses, – you sigh again, I feel your fingers tease the back of my neck as I find the comfortable way for us to merge in complete harmony. The river still flows, the stream even faster now, beams of sunlight glistening though branches of trees upon the never ending stream, like diamonds adorning your heavenly body.

The urge in me grows, I know you feel it yalova escort too, you respond delightfully, your now naked body moving with my gentle thrust, then a new warm deep kiss to endorse our need. – our tongues tease the senses, like the ever flowing stream – a storm brews and the waters become ever escalating, forming a translucent mist as they thunder over a steep weir.

We both feel the urgency that our love brings, needing the gratification our bodies can derive, growing with a rhythm that drives us on and on and on … until …like a sudden spark, a flash of lightening the crescendo comes, we deliver and merge our souls in our wonderful erupting act of love -and the river slows again, we reach the soothing levels and all is calm again. We just simply lay there side by side, soaking in the sun which wonderfully compliments the feeling that all is well with the world, like it is with the love we share forever.

Laying there, we turn heads to face each other, our eyes opening again after the surge of love leaves us spellbound, encapsulated in those feelings only real lovers will know. The look in the eyes say all, no need for words at this point, the union of love done and accomplished.

We are truly lovers complete and each time ’tis better than before. Will love and cherish you forever more. What has passed and yet to come, our souls like our bodies once were, ever merged.

But then what has past can never be altered, like an accident caused by one false move, one lack of concentration – I can easily and happily remember those things I would never want altered, so wonderful and perfect love as ours, the good times, the wonderful times when we were so very çorlu escort happy and contented with out lot.

But in the flicker of an eyelid all that ended with a shrieking, skidding mass of steel on four wheels on a wet and icy road, taking a corner at such speed I could not control. But the deed was done and the car smashed into a tree, me catapulted out through the opened drivers door, but Melissa no more, she laying there motionless slumped into the broken windscreen, I could not even recognise her any more. And all in the mode of seconds, the swerve, the brakes and the immediate knowing I had badly erred. I broke both legs and could not move, the sound of the car horn seemed never to stop – I wanted to tend to Melissa ,able to see her like that through the open driver’s door. But it was all useless, I could not move and I lost consciousness with a heavy feeling ramming into me head, that was I still alive and Melissa dead!

I remember coming too with the smiling face of a nurse above of me, whispering; “You are fine Mr. Johnson, now just relax and try not to move.”

I felt completely immobile and soon realised both my legs were plastered and supported by a scaffold. It was like it had all been a dream and it would go away now I was awake. But I was not about to get over it that easily and I had to suffer the consequences of not only physical injury but the learning that Melissa had died instantly, and it was all my fault.

“But you are wrong it was not your fault” I heard a whisper tell me, In the depth of the mind I just knew it was Melissa, somewhere in the void and I felt comforted to hear her voice from beyond, for I knew she was still there, if not in flesh but in spirit comforting me. And she was right because, following the coroners inquest and the police report I had slid on black ice and could not have avoid the accident, Now I could live the rest of my life knowing that Melissa was waiting for me, waiting ardently in the midst of time and space.

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I stood on the platform waiting for you to arrive. The evening was warm and the breeze felt good. I was glad of it after rushing about getting ready myself and packing your things. I remember the tingling of excitement I had as I removed the underwear and stockings from your draw and packed them. The silk, lace and nylon in my hand made me warm and aroused; the dress and high heels had not helped matters. The vision of this was in my mind as I was in the shower and all the way to the station. Now griping the bag in my hand the vision came back to me and I blushed and smiled. It was a good thing that the platform had only a couple of people on it, as I am sure that something else would have been obvious.

Looking down the line I became lost in thoughts of you my mind going into whirls of fantasy, your face before me passionate and beautiful. Then I was pulled out of this as two hands covered my eyes and the warmth of them made me tingle. A warm body pressed into my back, feeling the breasts snuggle into me. It almost felt like the material was no longer there. Our skin was touching and my heart missed a step.

“Guess who?” you said.

“I would have to say a stunning beauty” I replied.

Turning looking into your eyes they seemed to smile at me my hands slipped around you and our lips met. The joy of you kissing me brought back the feeling that I had all afternoon and I started to feel a warmth swarm over my whole body. As we looked at each other after kissing, you asked if I was alright. I replied that I was indeed, a smile on my face showing you the truth of this. We walked along the platform hand in hand, and I looked at you, the wind moving your long brown hair off your face, your skin soft, the summer light radiated your beauty and made your deep brown eyes sparkle. Your body next to mine, the scent of your perfume enticing my senses filled my mind with visions of kissing your neck and shoulders just to hear you gasp and move to my touch.

This picture was torn from me as the zinging sound in the rails announced the arrival of the train.

The train pulls noisily into the station your arm slides around my waist and gently squeezes me, and then back to my hand your fingers locking into mine. The carriage doors stop near to us and I press the ‘open’ button. The air hisses as the doors part: holding your hand, I escort you in, running my hand down your back from your neck to the bottom of your back. I feel your body move into my hand as it moves lower enjoying the touch I move both hands around your waist and kiss you on the neck. You let out a small gasp as my lips contact the nape of your neck. I slip from you and you give a moan of disapproval as we sit. Taking your hand my finger traces along its contours only just contacting making you tingle, moving up your arm slowly along your forearm and on up to your shoulder and neck. Your eyes close, your head moving to the stroking of my fingers, the sensation building in you, turning you look at me, your fingers run through my hair. I am being drawn to you, your lips part and press to mine, your tongue just entering my mouth. It feels like static running from my lips all through my body as we kiss deeper, the train rushing along the line, building speed, mimicking my passion.

Our hands move across our bodies feeling faces, hair, the heat building between us. I brush your breast, the cotton of your top and the lace under send a trigger through me. I feel my erection grow becoming uncomfortable and restricted and frustrating at knowing that I can do nothing but I don’t want this moment to stop. My hand slips from your bosom, you grab it and place it back, your hand squeezing on mine, instructing me without words that you don’t want me to stop. Under my fingers I feel your nipple harden so I slowly circle it enjoying the affect it has upon you, making you moan, and the pressure on my lips increases. Your kisses go from my mouth and down my neck this makes me gasp, surges of electricity run through me with every kiss and caress of you fingers.

“West Horndon. The next station is West Horndon” the automated voice above us announced, causing us to stop as the train pulls into the next station. Still we cuddle the passion in your eyes seems to grow, not diminish; the look in your face excites me. I can’t wait for the train to move off to kiss you again, to feel you, to be close to you. I feel hot all over slightly shaking from what we have just been doing wanting more.

The doors hiss closed encapsulating us back into our moment of passion. You smile at me reaching down for the bag you say “Well I have to change hun”

“Just about right” I think in my mind, thoughts straying to the contents of your bag..

You head toward the loo at the end of the carriage. I watch you walk, just wishing you could have stayed with me for a bit longer. The image of what you are about to put on fills my mind, knowing you will be back sat next to me with all your pretty things on. A smile crosses my face.

Turning half way down, a wicked grin on your face you say, “Are adana escort you coming to help me or what?”

I get up out of the chair like a rocket. You giggle and walk on knowing I’m looking at you move in front of me, my eyes taking in every movement you make. Getting to the loo you press the button and the door slides open. You enter, turn and beckon me in with your finger, lust showing from you.

“Close the door and make sure it’s locked”.

It closes with a light thud and the lock clicks.

“Come here!” you command and I readily comply.

Your fingers run up my chest to my top button and you undo them half way down. You move forward to kiss my chest, your hands sliding around to my back then returning again to undo all of them. When my shirt is removed, your mouth takes my nipple, sucking it, making me gasp and hold you to me, half wanting you to stop because of the intensity of the feeling, the other half wanting, needing you to continue as the sensation overwhelms me.

Reaching down you rub against my crotch. The sensation tears into me. I have wanted you to touch me there for so long. My gasp is all the indication you need to know you have aroused me totally and your wicked look is made more mischievous by your grin. Sliding down you sit on the seat looking up at me gasping with pleasure, both of your hands running along the material covering my stiffening erection, pulling at my belt, undoing it. Your fingers find the zip and you pull it down slowly, each tiny thud of it opening pulsing into me.

Finally you release the button and slip down my trousers and then my boxers. You let out a soft moan of pleasure as your hand slides around my hard shaft. I steady myself gripping onto a bar for support as you pull down on my cock stretching my foreskin back. This makes me arch back and cry out a soft moan of my own. Looking down I see you take your free hand hold it up to your face, extend your tongue and lick from wrist to finger wetting your palm. Smiling, you cup your hand, placing it over the swollen head of my penis and you rub in circles. The sensation is overwhelming, causing me to buck and call out. It feels somewhere between wanting to cum and being unable to and not wanting it to stop.

By now I’m stood before you gasping reacting to the movement of your hand, now your other hand pulling back so firmly before now begins to move forward slowly gripping tightly then back. I cry out, an animal cry of lust. You loosen the grip and leave two fingers around my engorged cock and begin to rhythmically slide, back and forth along its length. Removing your hand from the head, you see some pre cum ooze from the end of my cock. Your index finger rubs across the hole smearing it with my juice. You look at me and lick your finger and with that innocent look, you suck it, tasting me on your tongue.

“Nice, but I want more” you say, sliding your finger out from between your lips. Slipping both of your soft hands around what is now a very stiff, swollen and aching shaft, your head moves forward. I shudder as you begin to lick the head all over and then push the tip into the dripping slit of my cock.

With what feels like an explosion of pleasure, your mouth encompasses my penis, making me lean forward, my hand holding the back of your head gently. You slide up and down using your lips to suck and your teeth to stimulate, the pleasure and the pain combining to send me into waves of delight. You take it one step more as you slide me from your mouth, your teeth biting softly onto my sensitive head making me unable to breathe, barely able to gasp out another soft groan of pleasure as I slide from between your lips.

You reach around me your finger tips softly touching the base of my spine, the feeling making me thrust forward and you swallow me again. Pulling your head back, still sucking hard, you free my shaft from between your lips once more, your tongue darting out for one last lick and the sudden loss of me in you leaves me throbbing wanting more.

Pushing me back a little you stand brushing your body against me, your clothes against my naked skin teasing me. The sensation is increasing my want to be in you, pleasing you, wanting to drive you to cum again and again.

You stand to full height, kissing me, shifting your body, turning me around so we swap positions. Your hands move forward and push me from you, then they slide to my shoulders and you make me sit and you turn. My hands reach out and caress your rear, sliding over the smooth material covering your stunning arse. As my fingers follow every rise and fall of the contours under them you bend over and push back into my hands, moving your rear from side to side.

Reaching down you take the bag, open it and one by one, you remove the contents, teasing me with every item. First your high heels, the shine from the black patent leather almost twinkling. The vision of this on your foot makes me shiver with excitement. Out of the bag then comes a black stocking, its sheer nylon flowing over the bag brushing ankara escort the high heels cause my erection to grow harder.

I take a hand from you and hold my own stiff cock, stroking slow and gently, biting my lip as the deep lace of the stocking comes into view. Standing and turning, you hang the stockings over my shoulder the nylon tingling on my skin and the hair on my body stands on end as goose bumps cascade down my back and arms.

Looking at me in this helpless form of ecstasy, transfixed by the scene being played out in front of me, a sinful grin twitches the corners of your mouth. You cross your arms in front of you and gripping the bottom of your satin blouse, you pull up. Now I see your skin revealed as you remove the covering, your tummy first then a glimpse of the white lace of your bra. Your breasts heave as you pull the top over your head, your hair flowing back as you tilt your head. This naturally makes you arch your back pushing your ample bosom out, filling the cups and emphasising your amazing cleavage. Moving down you hook your thumbs into the waist of your trousers and remove them bending down as you push them from you. I look as you bend and see those soft orbs fill the lace of you bra once again but not in the same way fuller now deep and soft. Lifting a leg to remove the restricting trousers, your hair so long and soft, brushes over my genitals, the tips of the hairs landing on the head now so swollen and hard, making me gasp at the sensation.

Standing, I see you only clad in your bra and thong both white and covered in lace the skin showing is glowing, the heat still running through your body. You reach out take a stocking holding the lace end you run your other hand down the length of the stocking forming a circle with your thumb and index finger. As it reaches the end the silky nylon slips from your grasp now hanging full length from you and you bite your bottom lip, eyes smiling at me.

Lifting your leg you place your foot on the seat between my legs and lean forward placing the toe of the stocking over your foot covering it in smooth blackness. Flattening your foot you push it towards me. The feeling is so intense, the nylon is silky against my scrotum, its coolness filling all through my groin, but this only serves to make my erection harder, the tip oozing with the increased pressure as I swell. Seeing this you find an opportunity to tease: wriggling your toes you massage my balls. My head falls back as I let out another moan. Smiling, you encase your leg in sexy blackness. As you reach the top of your thigh, the lace of the stocking covers the skin, black petals and flowers stretch out around you like an erotic bouquet. Removing your leg you bend it slightly and straighten the lace, smoothing the stocking from your knee to your thigh.

You take the next one from me and put your foot on my thigh close to my groin, placing the inky black nylon over your foot again. As you pull the stocking up, your foot moves over to my cock applying pressure against me. Moving your foot hard upon my balls and stiffness, I place a hand on your foot to feel the sleek material from both sides and stroke the foot that is giving me pleasure. Feeling the sensation build, my testicles start to harden as the heat rises the muscles in my belly begin to tighten as orgasm begins to rise.

Quickly you pull your foot from me “NO!” you say “not yet”.

I’m left throbbing: the feeling is mind blowing all I want to do is take you, fill you with every inch, but this it just too exciting and I don’t want it to stop.

I remove your thong, the white falling past the black like good falling past wicked. You catch them on you foot and lift. Now I can see your pussy the lips moist, glistening in the light and my mouth waters at the prospect of tasting that sweet nectar. Looking down, you place the second high heel on your foot, and the effect is fantastic: the shape of your legs change making the stockings flow over you. Leaning forward, my hand feels up the back of your leg, from your calf up to the cheek of your bum and you turn around to my touch, facing away from me. My lips kiss over the exposed cheeks and up along the crease to your coccyx, where my tongue extends and softly strokes the surface making you shudder. Pressing deeper with my tongue you bed forward and part your legs and I lick deeper my hands moving up between your legs.

My fingers find the soft lips of your pussy making you gasp they swell to my caress and I run two fingers either side of you dripping lips. Pulling my head back, I see you glide against my fingers and I move towards your clit, its hardness like a button between my fingers as I circle it. My other hand rubs your bum and as I reach the furrow between your cheeks, my middle finger slides deep along it. As I explore, you push back and you expose more of you to me, my finger finds your anus and you pant at the feeling that has just dashed through you. I apply little pulsed of pressure to this and you sigh your pleasure.

Below, my fingers adıyaman escort move from your clit and I slide a moist finger into your soaking opening.

“Oh yeh, yeh” you exclaim as I push deeper into you.

The tip of my finger is now far into you and I feel the change in the texture of your wetness. The G-spot seems to fold around my probing digit and your wetness increases. A loud cry exclaims from you, your face contorts in pleasure as my thumb feels your clit and begins to circle in time to the finger penetrating you, stimulating your G-spot. Pushing rhythmically back and forth you slide on the finger deep in you grasping at it with your muscles, your wetness growing. Feeling your orgasm build I apply a little more pressure with my finger deep in you and in response your G-spot hardens to my stroke. My fingers closest to you are covered in your moistness they slip effortlessly in and over you pleasuring you. Your face contorts mouth opening you let out several whimpers and then a deep shuddering moan as you reach the most intense point of sexual pleasure.

My hand is covered in your hot wet cum, the juice flowing over my skin and dripping onto my thigh exciting me. I withdraw my finger from deep within you and slide it along your lips to join my thumb at your now throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly at first I build the pressure and pace, then with my index finger I circle it flicking against your hot button as it moves around. In response to this you bend your legs opening more of you for me to touch my free hand moving to your sopping wet pussy.

“No I want to cum with you in me” you pant. I continue stroking you. “Fuck me!” you growl. Standing I glide my fingers from your clit and along your lips making you moan at the caress, then with your sweet liquid over my hand I take hold of my hard throbbing cock.

Teasing you, I run the head of my penis along your flowering pussy, your heat and wetness stiffening me more, and with a little pressure I part you and hold there. Placing my hands upon the spectacular frame of your arse, I breathe in then glide into you with one deep, slow thrust making you bite your lip and gasp loudly. The sensation is almost beyond description as my cock fills you. I feel your warmth around me; the connection is infectious and impels me to thrust again. My rhythm is slow and steady at first, the feeling blowing my mind as your succulence covers my balls. I look down at you at your legs and high heels this sight fuels my erotic nature; this visual stimulus generates something within me. I thrust faster, the pace increasing, you tilt your head to look back at me, and the sheer pleasure I see there makes me want you to cum again and again.

I lean forward and take hold of your shoulders; the sensation is amazing, the muscles now gripping my thrusting cock change to a smooth clamp. This intense arousal makes us both call out and I have to stand up behind you and hold your hips. Heat grows between us raising the temperature in this small space.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” I thrust deeper “That’s it” you purr, “Just there, come on, fuck me!” All I can concentrate on is making you cum and I know you are not far from this; your hole is pulsating rippling along my driving manhood. Head down you cry out and grip almost at the same moment the pressure loosens, you gush cascading hot fluid over my balls and legs. Not stopping or even slowing I continue through this level of pleasure

“I want you to cum more” I say.

“Oh god! Yes!” you pant in response. The orgasm you have had, had not had a chance to fall away when the next surges over you and you call out again as I plunge deep and hard into you. Yet another crashes over you like waves braking on the cliffs. The last one stirs my own orgasm and I feel the tip of my cock swell till it feels like it will burst. My balls tighten and ripple with pleasure as they collide with your body, urging them to empty into you. The feeling takes over, my whole body tightening what seems like every muscle as my groin strains and throbs. Calling out to me “come on baby cum in me!!” you push back in time to my thrusts and I feel you grip again.

What seems to me to be the most intense orgasm pulses along my shaft as you cum once again, prompting the sensation of my own impending explosion. The bliss of this moment is taken to new heights as the most powerful mix of sensations pile up on me. Bucking deep into you I say through gritted teeth “I’m going to fill you full of spunk”. I call out “Oh fuck!” and let out a loud groan from deep within me. “I’m cumming!”

The concoction of pleasure and pain rage through my genitals and I feel my sperm sear along my shaft and pump out into you. I can only hold my last thrust deep in you and cry out, my body heat rising making me pant, and in response I pump into you.

Giggling with delight you use your muscles to grip me and hold me in a little longer. The head of my cock is now so sensitive that each movement that you make tingles and tickles all around my middle. I withdraw from you gasping as I leave you, the muscles in my legs quiver after the work that they have done. You stand, turn and place your arms around me and once again we kiss, the moment now more loving than passionate and the cuddle closer, safer. Our moment of passion passed but not forgotten and our taste for adventure ignited….

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Jake here.

I am a 20 year old college student with a problem. Nothing novel in that I suppose but I will lay it out and you be the judge.

I am relatively well built, I suppose, as I have always liked sports, particularly soccer, and enjoy working out in the gym and swimming. Although no movie star I have dark wavy hair that I keep short and previous girlfriends and female acquaintances seem to think I am good looking.

Six months ago I had taken a job at one of those big-box stores doing inventory and stocking shelves to help bolster my relatively meager financial aid package. It wasn’t a bad job, the store was relatively new and had a diverse clientele. It was one of those stores with an expanded grocery section in addition to the huge variety of traditional merchandise so it took a while to get familiar with all the products and the layout. I often had to help customers navigate the labyrinth of aisles and shelving to find some desired product so my knowledge from the inventory work was often of service.

My busy schedule had seriously interfered with my love life and as a result I had no steady girlfriend. In fact I hadn’t been on a date in months, but had been too busy to worry much about it.

One evening I noticed an attractive young woman with a child asleep in a car tote wandering the aisles of the baby section clearly not able to find the object of her search. Despite being dressed in a nondescript and formless khaki button up dress and blue headscarf that seemed designed to hide every aspect of her figure it somehow only succeeded in accenting the hint of her bust in the slight tightness of the button down front and the bit of her calves that showed below the hem. At least that was how it seemed to me at the time.

I came up to her and asked if she needed help and she shyly, but clearly gratefully, made me understand that she was looking for pediatric water in somewhat inadequate English. Dark hair framed her face and her soft dark brown eyes expressed her thanks as I led her to the correct aisle and shelf. I told her to just ask any of the employees if she ever needed help with anything and thanked her for shopping with us. She seemed too shy to answer but I caught a glimpse of a slight smile and the sparkle of her eyes as I turned away and headed back to my tasks.

We had a large ex-pat population in the city, Iraqi, Iranian, Pakistani, Indian, and seeing women shopping in headscarves was nothing unusual. They were often reticent to acknowledge or speak to the staff and ask for help and her shyness was par for the course.

It was just another of hundreds of such similar interactions that occurred during work and I would have usually thought nothing of it and quickly forgotten all about it but somehow the sparkle of those dark eyes must have embedded itself in my memory, for a few days later I happened to see those eyes waiting in a checkout line and they were clearly fastened upon me. I returned the glance and there was that vague hit of a smile beneath the headscarf before the face turned away as the line moved forward.

I was headed away to take care of a stocking task had no time to devote any more thought to the matter and quickly forgot about it.

A couple of weeks later I was working a busy Sunday afternoon shift when I heard a soft “Sir, sir?” behind me and turned to find those same eyes looking up at me. Without speaking she motioned for me to follow her and she led me to the home furnishing section where, standing on tiptoes she reached toward a display end table on a top shelf. As she stretched upward I could see that I had been correct in my initial assessment of her figure. The otherwise loose fitting dress was pulled tight against an ample bust and significantly more calf was exposed below the raised hem of her dress causing an involuntary mental image to form that filled in hidden and imagined details beneath her clothing.

She was too short to safely reach it of course, and all the furniture items come disassembled and boxed. She turned to look at me, to see if I had understood her pantomime and I showed her the carton on a lower shelf with the piece pictured on the label noting the frown that immediately formed on her face.

“That?” she pointed back to the display. I shook my head and managed to communicate that the store staff could assemble it for her and she could pick it up the next day.

“You be here?” (Those eyes again)

“In the morning.” I replied blushing a little as my gaze had strayed to her chest for some reason and I sensed she had understood this.

I noted the stock number and led her to the checkout area where we filled out the assembly request slip. She stood a little closer than she needed to and I noted the soft fragrance she wore and worried that the busy afternoon had done damage to my personal aroma. Her name was Anna. I wrote my name on the back of her copy and told her to ask for me at the front and assured her I would help her.

“See you eskişehir escort tomorrow.” I said as she headed for the exit and the eyes smiled briefly in reply, still with their habitual shyness.

Monday mornings were usually quiet and this one was no exception. I busied myself stocking shelves and straightening up to kill time but the morning seemed to drag and the page didn’t come until my shift was nearly done.

I found Anna waiting at the front with her baby in the tote and got her shy, warm smile when she saw me. I greeted her and got a flat cart telling her to wait near the cashiers while I retrieved her table. She was waiting there patiently when I returned. I maneuvered the cart to an empty line and told her I would help her to the car when she had checked out.

I waited while she finished paying and followed her out to the parking lot pushing the cart. She was driving a white minivan and I opened the side door and waited while she secured the little one before moving to the rear to load the table. The rear seat had to be folded down before it would fit after which it slid in neatly. She thanked me profusely when I had finished, seizing my hand with both of hers and squeezing it. I asked if she would be OK unloading it by herself and she flushed nodding, her bright eyes shining up at me.

“Will you work tomorrow?”

Her question caught me off guard and it was my turn to flush. I nodded “Yes, in the morning till 11”

“You can help me shopping?”

“Yes, but if you come at 11 when I finish work it would be better. Otherwise I might be busy.” We had a big shipment coming in and I knew it would take most of the morning to unload.

She smiled and squeezed my hand again and climbed into the car, leaving me standing there in a slight daze still feeling the warmth and softness of her small hands on mine.

The unloading did take all morning and I barely had time to think about Anna till my shift ended. We hadn’t made any arrangement on where to meet so I punched out and then checked the area near the entrance without success. Perhaps she had changed her mind I thought, but decided to check the aisles once before giving up.

I headed for the baby section but there was no sign of her and decided to look in housewares. The store was relatively empty and as I walked past the lingerie section I noticed a cart with a familiar baby tote set on it and turned in among the racks of brightly colored bras and panties. I found her in front of a stand with nursing bras dressed in her usual khaki with the buttons down the front. I hesitated for a second, watching her as she examined one of the bras, feeling slightly embarrassed, but before I could move she looked up and smiled at me while my face flushed and I stood there tongue tied. She beckoned to me, seeming not to notice my embarrassment and held up her selection for my examination.

“Its good?” she asked.

Ladies lingerie was not one of my areas of expertise other than the male interest in their aesthetics and contents but I recognized the well known brand and nodded, with my face flushed and an uncomfortable stirring in my pants. The baby was asleep in the tote and there were several pairs of white panties in the cart as well as a black lace underwire bra and matching panties. She placed her selection in the cart and noticing my gaze retrieved the black bra and held it up.

“You like? Its good?”

Her bright eyes were staring at me without a hint of embarrassment and I managed a nod of ascent, the discomfort in my jeans becoming more acute by the minute.

The baby began to stir and Anna turned her attention to him giving me a chance to recover my composure.

“He’s hungry” she noted “I should feed him”

“There is a changing room in the front” I blurted out without thinking “You could nurse him there”

“Show me please”

I led the way hoping the bulge in my pants wasn’t too noticeable as we navigated to the front of the store. I had thought to wait outside for her but she held the door for us and motioned for me to enter. The door closed and she locked it behind us and gathering the baby in her arms moved to sit on the toilet with him leaving me to watch as she unbuttoned the front of her dress to expose a black bra similar to the one in the cart. She had large soft white breasts with dark red-brown aerolae just visible above the low cut lace cups, and prominent nipples pressed out visibly against the fabric.

I stood rooted, staring at her chest as she pulled down the left cup exposing the nipple and giving me a clear view of the entire naked breast before positioning the baby to drink. He sucked hungrily as I watched, enthralled by the view in front of me.

“He was hungry” I noted, trying to make small talk to ease the tension it seemed only I felt.

She nodded, and looked up smiling at me, her gaze then leaving my face and drifting down toward my waist and the obvious bulge in my pants and gaziantep escort smiling again. She let him nurse, caressing his hair gently as he drank until after a few minutes his eyes closed and his mouth slipped from her nipple.

She motioned for me to bring her the tote and I set it beside her as she gently and efficiently settled him into it, wrapping him with a receiving blanket.

I was expecting her to cover herself immediately but instead she straightened up and looking directly at me asked softly “You are hungry too?”

Caught off-guard by her directness I stood trying to form an answer without success and watched as she slowly undid a few more buttons and then pulled down the other cup to fully expose both breasts. She arched her back and looked up at me, her mouth slightly open and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. In a trance I stepped forward and knelt down in front of her leaning forward toward her exposed chest. Her arms extended around my head and her hands pulled my face to her right breast. I parted my lips sucked the nipple into my mouth.

She cooed softly and pulled my head against her, stroking my hair, as I began to drink the sweet liquid that started to flow almost immediately. Her breast was warm and soft and there was a slight odor of milk and sweat mixed with her perfume. I slid my hands up her thighs beneath her dress until I could knead her panty covered butt as I drank. My cock was throbbing and pressing hard against the confines of my jeans and I was beginning to fear that I would ejaculate and soil my pants when she gently pulled my face away. Her hands moved quickly down to my belt and began fumbling to loosen it.

“I am hungry also” were her only words as she undid the button and worked the zipper down. She indicated I should stand and as I did the swollen purple head of my erection emerged above the waistband of my shorts. She spread her legs and pulled me closer as she leaned toward my crotch. I felt her tongue exploring the head and then felt her pull the waistband down freeing the entire member. Her mouth fully enveloped the head and top third of the shaft while one hand wrapped around the base squeezing and stroking as the other descended to cup my balls.

I stroked her headscarf as she sucked, enjoying the building tension until my balls began to tighten in anticipation of release. She immediately pulled away causing me to gasp, my wet cock twitching and waving between us.

“Now, please now” her voice was heavy with desire and I understood her intent despite the vagueness of the plea.

I helped her to her feet and turned her to face the wall before lifting her dress above her waist and peeling her panties part way down her thighs. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the wall, and thrust her bottom toward me as my hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her unshaved but neatly trimmed pussy mound, massaging it and then slipping a finger deep inside her very wet cunt. She moaned softly and again uttered her plea “Now, please!”

I didn’t need any further urging and grabbing my shaft eased it along her very moist slit, rubbing it back and forth before pushing the head into her. She responded by pushing back against me until my entire length was enveloped within her warm wet interior. It was my turn to moan and I reached around to grasp a swaying breast in each hand as I began to thrust with long full strokes.

“Shhhh!” she hissed “baby” meeting my thrusts which were rapidly becoming more insistent.

I did my best to stifle any involuntary exclamations of pleasure although the wet sounds of our exertions seemed to echo loudly in the little room.

My balls were now sucked tight against the base of my shaft, the developing tension was nearly unbearable and I could feel that she had one hand down between her legs frantically massaging her clitoral area.

“Now!” she urged again “Yes now!” and with a series of hard thrusts I went rapidly over the edge and began ejaculating with a groan I couldn’t stifle.

“UHH!!, oh …dear …god!” I gasped as the hot jets of cum began squirting into her.

I continued squeezing her breasts and grinding my crotch against her butt as the spasms and spurts of semen slowly diminished. The way she was panting I took it that she had cum too although I had been too overcome with my own orgasm to know for sure.

The baby stirred and made some noise but didn’t wake as I withdrew my now slackened shaft from her. Anna pulled some paper from the roll beside the toilet and wiped first me and then herself with it before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my limp organ giving it a little squeeze.

“You are very nice” she said “Good size. One year no man. Woman needs a man sometimes for good health.”

“What about your husband?”

“My husband has new wife and travels for business. He has forgotten his first wife I think” Her eyes were downcast now.

She had pulled giresun escort the cups back over her breasts but the front of her her dress was still unbuttoned and I thought she looked incredibly sexy. Pulling her to me I put a hand on each breast squeezing and rubbing her nipples as I kissed her for the first time. She pressed her body against me and returned the kiss, her tongue finding mine, her lips sucking at mine.

“You make me feel woman again.” she whispered.

The baby stirred again and I stepped away so she could button up her dress and fix her hair.

We set the baby up on her cart and checked that the room was in order before unlocking the door. She stretched up to kiss my lips once more and smiled at me before opening the door and stepping out. Thankfully the store was still relatively empty and I was grateful that we hadn’t been disturbed and there was no queue of disgruntled customers waiting a turn outside.

“Are you finished shopping?”

She nodded ascent “You can help me again? Next week?”

I smiled and nodded.

The week passed slowly and I didn’t see her in the store – not that I had really expected to but I found myself looking for her when ever I was working. Perhaps naively I didn’t have any particular concerns about consorting with a married woman. I had had a boyhood crush on my best friend Jimmy’s mom and still remembered clearly the time I had seen her dressed only in a bra and panties. In the sixth grade he and I had also made a game of spying on my attractive neighbor who was breast feeding her second child at the time. When I had begun to masturbate those images often figured into my sexual fantasies so not surprisingly, after months of abstinence, my male libido and childhood fetishes were dominating my reason and banishing any sense of caution.

We had agreed on Monday for our next tryst and she was waiting for me in the lingerie section again. The baby was fussing and she held him while I manned her cart and she tried to assess my taste in women’s panties by asking about numerous styles and colors and noting my reaction. We finally settled on a blue set and some soft white cotton ones before heading to the checkout. She evidently wanted to try them on for me and thus the purchase before heading to the baby changing room.

Anna settled down to nurse the baby as before and I understood he was very hungry and she had let him fuss to ensure he would eat and then sleep soundly. I had been thinking about her all week and watching her nurse the baby got me hornier than I had been the week before – if that was possible.

When she had settled him she began to unbutton her dress as she had before but I interrupted the process. Pulling her to her feet I kissed her passionately and, pulling up the back of her dress till my hands were on her panties, pressed her breasts against my chest and her crotch against my erection.

Still kissing her I sat her back down on the toilet seat and knelt between her knees, my hands busy with the buttons of her dress starting from the hem. I soon had her thighs exposed and was able to reach the waistband of her panties and work them back down till they were draped around her ankles. I spread her legs wide and leaned forward till my face was in her crotch and my tongue could explore her sensitive regions. She moaned softly as I sucked and licked and tasted her, her hands on my head pulling my face against her. She got the panties off her ankles and putting her feet over my shoulders, leaned back as I continued and before long I had her writhing and moaning on the seat as an orgasm built and then washed over her.

When she had calmed down a little I traded places with her, unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants and shorts down as I sat to free my cock. She stood over me and after positioning my hard shaft she eased down onto my lap and began rocking on me as I freed her other breast and began kissing and sucking on the nipple. I sucked harder and buried my face in her chest as my cock stiffened and began to unload inside her.

“Oh yes baby! Mmmm, oh I like to feel you inside me this way!” she moaned, her arms wrapped around me, still rocking on my lap and grinding her pussy against the base of my cock.

We sat there holding each other close, her breasts leaking milk onto my shirt, until my cock had softened and began to slip from her.

Someone was knocking on the door now and I called out “Just a minute!” as the baby woke up and began to fuss.

“I was going to try on my new underwear for you.” she pouted as we hurried to dress and straighten our clothes.

There was more knocking at the door.

Anna was fixing her hair and I noticed the wet stains on my shirt from her breasts. “Oh well” I thought. The risks of sex in a public restroom.

Anna picked up the baby who had begun to cry now as I opened the door and held it for her. There were two families outside waiting impatiently as we exited. At least the baby gave us some cover.

I walked with her out to the car and helped her stow her purchases and get the baby settled. She had started to giggle as we worked and it was infectious. I grabbed her and held her close, giving her a big kiss – a big no-no in public I thought as I held her. She pushed me away after a few seconds.

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Jake is sitting in the straight back chair in his bedroom dressed as if he was getting ready to tee off on the local golf course. He is a good looking man standing right at 6 feet tall and in good physical shape with his sort black hair spiked up slightly in the current style. Only he is not looking out at the fairway anticipating where he will drive the ball, instead he is looking at his beautiful wife of 8 years with her long dark hair and matching dark eyes courtesy of her father’s Greek heritage. She is 2 years younger than Jake having just turned 30 last month. She is standing at the foot of their bed, a four poster bed with sturdy posts nearly 7′ tall. When they were shopping for a bed and saw this one they looked at each other with a wicked look in their eyes that said they would make good use of the posts. Olivia’s hands are tied to the posts so she is in a semi crucified position with her arms pulled to each side and slightly up. Her ankles are also tied but the ropes are only tightened enough so her legs are spread about shoulder width apart. Olivia is wearing a dark blouse that buttons up the front and is loose enough to almost but not quite hide her large breasts. She is breathing a little hard and her breasts rise and fall with each breath. She is also wearing a dark patterned skirt that falls below her knees and is loose enough to allow her legs to be comfortably spread as they are now. This is probably the scene they imagined standing in the furniture store deciding on whether this was the perfect bed for them. The only difference is that did not picture me as part of the scene, yet here I am admiring my handiwork of binding Olivia to the bed posts.

I met Jake and Olivia when they hired me as their architect/consultant to oversee the large renovation of this sprawling old Victorian house they had purchased. Due to last minute changes and additions the couple had made the project had of course gone over budget, way over budget. We worked through it the best we could. I had spent so much time with them we had become friends in the process and I actually looked forward to coming over several times a week to oversee the work. Olivia was a delightful person in addition to being very sexy and she was also something of a flirt. She wore clothes that were not cheap looking but just fit her so well that I often times found myself admiring her ass and although I tried to be discreet it was obvious from the looks she gave me that she had caught me from time to time. And then there were the times she bent over affording me a view of her luscious cleavage, it was impossible not to wonder what she would look like topless.

She never invited and I never made any advances towards her outside of kidding around with her and it only got a little provocative when her husband got involved. It wasn’t unusual for them to invite me to stay for a few drinks and sometimes dinner. Jake always liked to tease her and would goad me into going along or he would comment on how sexy she was and then look to me for confirmation. It would always cause a little stir in my pants when he would walk up behind her and give her a pat on her wonderful ass or after a few extra drinks grab a handful of ass.

They liked to party and get a little wild sometimes. He mentioned how he had talked her into going to a topless beach which caused her face to redden and my cock to pulse. There was more than one night that I stroked my cock thinking of her taking off her top and sometimes just picturing her naked breasts was enough to make me cum.

One night we drank more than usual, to the extent that they had me spend the night. Drunk people will tell you things that they would not dream of sharing when sober and it came out that they had a three some one time with another woman. It was years ago but I could see that it still played into their collective fantasies. Olivia ended up saying that even though it was a long time ago Jake still owed her one, meaning a three way with two men. Being emboldened by the liquor she stared at Jake to see his reaction.

He responded, “I told you before, you just say when and we will do it.”

She pushed him, “Will it be a no holds barred scenario like last time?”

He was caught a little off guard but I could hear the excitement in his voice when he responded, “You bet honey, as wild as before and then some.”

We dropped it after that and soon all headed to bed. It was just a few minutes later that I could hear them laughing and cutting up down the hall and that shortly transpired into some extended vocal love making. I was so fucking horny just listening to them I could hardly stand it. What they didn’t know is that in the past I had been involved in three ways on several occasions, some with two women and some with a woman and another man and they all excited me.

As I listened to their lovemaking my hand fondled my cock through the material of my boxers and it responded growing longer and harder as my fingers ran up and down the shaft. I stroked it gebze escort until I could feel precum starting to ooze and I slipped my hand inside my pants and smeared it around the head of my cock. Pushing my boxers down around my knees I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slowly stroked it as I listened to them fucking just 30 feet away from me and I thought about how hot it would be to join them. I pictured her naked riding up and down on his cock, her large boobs bouncing and then her holding them as his cock drove deep into her pussy. How they would watch me masturbating while I watched them and they would focus on my hand sliding up and down my shaft and she would tell me how good it felt having his big cock in her pussy. He would add to it saying how good it felt to be fucking her warm wet cunt and he would reach up and squeeze those magnificent tits. I would step closer and he would remove his hands from her breasts and let me feel them and then taking my cock she would jerk me off and when she knew I was ready to erupt she would rub the head of my cock on her nipples and I would release my warm cum covering her nipples and more of it on her breasts until it was running down the sides. She would take a finger and run it through the rivulets of cum and then she would put it in her mouth and lick it clean. That was all I needed and I started cumming as I could still hear them fucking, shooting jism over my stomach and then feeling it run down my hand as I continued to stroke my cock milking every drop from it.

The next morning we were having breakfast and they apologized if they kept me up, they weren’t use to having company in the house and after drinking like we did they tended to really let loose. I said that I didn’t mind at all and then decided to push a little.

“To tell the truth,” I said, ” I could hear you and it turned me on, but what could I do being by myself.” I lied a little and said, ” I just fell asleep with a hard on.” What could they say after being so vocal the night before? I wanted her to picture me there with a hard cock as I listened to her getting off; I wanted her to think of me in a sexual manner.

After breakfast we retired to the room we were using as an office and started going over the project and the cost over runs. It turned out to be more than they thought and although they had enough to pay for the materials they confessed that they were several thousand dollars short paying for my company’s drawings and management services. I could see the concern on their faces as they did not want me to stop everything and leave them in total disarray. I let them think about it for a moment as they tried to figure out where the money could possibly come from and then casually threw out “I would have paid a thousand dollars last night for a good masseuse that could have relieved my tension.”

We all laughed and Jake joked, “You should have called me, right now for a grand I would have taken care of you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever spend the night here again. It would have been the easiest thousand you ever earned, I was so horny hearing you two fuck I was hard as a rock and had to take it out and stroke it myself.”

I could see Olivia blush but I also noticed she stole a glance at my crotch. Jake looked a little uncomfortable but I could feel the sexual tension building in the room. He had to be thinking of me getting hard as I listened to his wife fuck him. I felt like the moment was the best opportunity to suggest what I had fantasized about this morning. If they didn’t pick up on it, no real harm done.

“You two are a really sexy couple not to mention a couple of the best people I know, who wouldn’t get turned on hearing you having sex and visualizing the two of you nude. It was all I could do not to knock on your door to see if you needed a third party. It could be Olivia’s opportunity to have you in a three way like you told me about last night. I could see that it struck a chord with both of you when the subject came up. I am probably not who you would choose as the third partner but it would be an experience of a lifetime for me. Maybe even make it worth your while since this project has you in over your head and maybe we could use it to reduce half of what you owe me,” I said trying to sound like I was teasing. To tell the truth I was probably going to reduce what I was charging them anyways. It was only my time for the most part and I was not out of pocket for any additional expenses.

I caught the look between them and it was not one of total disgust, Olivia kept Jake’s gaze putting him on the spot. I excused my self to get another cup of coffee knowing they needed a minute without me there. I came back into the room and there was an electricity in the air, I knew they at least wanted to keep this on the table. I went back to looking at the plans and invoices although my mind was completely absorbed with the idea of having the two of them as sex partners.

Jake spoke first, “were gümüşhane escort you serious about what you said?”

“Regarding what?”, I acted innocent, they were going to have to say it, to be the ones to propose it for real.

“That you would want to have sex with the two of us, and that uh, you would forgive part of what we owe you?”

I had the invoice in front of me, just over $7000.00 and turned it so they could see it. I took my pen and crossed out the $7000.00 writing in $3500.00. I let it sink in for a couple minutes watching them come to terms with what they were about to agree to. Then I told them, “I am serious, you two are a very sexy couple, but that is a huge amount for one night’s enjoyment so if you are in agreement we can do it but I have to be in charge, totally in charge.”

The details were worked out, including the stipulation that if either of them backed out part way through evening the deal was off and so here we are with Olivia bound to the bed.

“So Olivia, what kind of activities did the three of you indulge in? I imagine it was a great night for Jake having two naked ladies in bed with him. I am sure he fucked both of you and tonight you can have two men to fuck, but what else would you like? Did he have you kiss the other woman? Did she go down on you and did Jake ask you to go down on her?”

Olivia took all this in and thought about it. She started, “I guess we did all of that by the time the evening was over, don’t get me wrong, I had a great night and I was happy to be able to provide Jake with an evening he will never forget. And we did get carried away but sometimes I think that he probably wouldn’t do all that for me although he has always contented that he would if I wanted him to.”

I could see Jake getting a little nervous with where this conversation was going and the fact that I was inches from his bound wife while he was seated several feet away in a chair. “Well this is your chance to see if he is all talk and together we will make some decisions on how tonight will play out.”

I went and stood behind Jake putting my hands on his broad shoulders. “She looks pretty hot strapped to that bed, don’t you think?”

“Yes she does,” he answered tentatively.

I continued ” And like I told your wife we will make some of the decisions together, so we all participate, but of course I will have the final say. To start Jake, she is extremely sexy but don’t you think she would be even sexier if her blouse was unbuttoned?” He hesitated. “When I ask something I don’t want you to hesitate, if you do it will cost you, so please answer the question.”

“Yes she definitely would look sexier,” and I could hear the excitement starting to rise in his voice.

“OK, now the decision is which one of us should unbutton her. Do you want to do it and expose your wife for me or should I?” He sat there trying to determine the correct answer which brought this response from me, “Jake you hesitated again, so this is what happens.” And with that I walked up to his wife and standing beside her so he could see I moved her hair that was flowing over her shoulders to behind her neck. Next, my fingers traced the opening of her blouse down to the first button but instead of undoing her I let my hand slide over her right breast feeling it for the first time. It was such a pleasure to feel her large firm tit in my hand and I watched Jake as I fondled his wife switching from her right breast to her left breast, taking my time, squeezing them and finding her nipples through the blouse and bra material I gave them a pinch. I looked in Olivia’s eyes and she was trying to suppress the arousal that I was causing. “Damn she feels good Jake, but you know that already. Now you want to say who should unbutton her?” He didn’t hesitate this time

“I will, should I come up there?”

“Yes” I said still holding one of her breasts in my hand. He stood up and I looked to see if there were signs of him being turned on. “Take off your shirt,” I told him. “Part of the price for hesitating earlier. I know that this is giving me a hard on, how about you?” He was standing next to me in front of his wife about to undo her blouse for me and reached for a button before answering me. “Hesitating again? Would you like to lose your pants so your wife can see for herself if you are turned on sharing your woman with another man?”

He replied “I am sorry for not answering quickly, it is turning me on but I would like to keep my pants on, at least for now.” He continued to unbutton her blouse exposing her magnificent breasts encased in a lace bra that revealed most of her to within a inch of her nipples.

I said softly to her “you are more beautiful and sexy than I could even imagine, I have such a hard fucking cock it is unbelievable. I wish you could put your hand on it to feel it.” Jake had her blouse fully open looking like he wanted to run his hands all over her and feel her bare breasts. I looked at him, “go ahead izmir escort and do what you want, she is tied up and really has no say. I know you want to put your hand inside of her bra and feel her nipples responding to your touch. You can do as you please.”

He started to fondle his wife like it was the first time, tentatively touching the swell of her breasts enhanced by the bra trying to contain them but only pushing them up making them even more succulent. His hands slid inside her bra and he massaged one of her breasts. I had stepped away and came back holding a pair of scissors. “Would you like to cut her bra and let them out? Or would you prefer I do it?” He made the mistake of taking a second too long to answer and he knew it. “Go back and sit in your chair, you obviously want me to take care of this.” He looked stunned and humiliated as he stepped back to the chair. “And lose the pants,” I commanded him. Olivia watched mesmerized as he undid his pants and then let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. His boxers had a sizable bulge and I guessed he was pretty well endowed. From the look in her eye and her breathing and the way I could feel her heart beating when my hand rested on her chest I knew Olivia was very turned on. I could almost smell her excitement and knew that if I slipped my hand between her legs she would be very moist. I looked her in the eyes as I pulled .the strap between the two cups of her bra away from her body . “You know your husband left this up to me to do,” and I slipped the scissors between her skin and bra strap, I waited until she nodded yes and cut the strap cleanly in two. Her bra fell away and I saw her completely exposed for the first time. I took a moment just to enjoy the view before my hands each took one breast in their grip. Her dark nipples were very taunt and felt divine as they slid across the palms of my hands. I spoke to her softly where Jake could not hear. “I believe your husband is getting off on this, he seems to have quite a hard on. Does he have a big cock?”

She replied, “Yes, it is quite big, both in length and thickness. My fingers barely wrap around it.”

“Maybe we should have him take it out,” I mused, “does that sound like a good idea to you? If so I want you to tell him to stand up and take off his boxers so you can see just how much he likes his wife being fondled by another man.” She had caught on to the idea that she was to do as told and that hesitating would only make it worse.

“Darling, I want you to stand up and take your boxers off and don’t hesitate.”

I had to smile as he popped up and dropped his drawers and I saw his wife was correct about his cock being big. He had to be at least 8″ and quite thick and what made it even more interesting is that he was uncut. He was nearly hard and the foreskin was stretched tight around the bulbous head. He was quite impressive. She told him to sit down again, I could tell she was getting into this, paying him back so to speak for exposing his wife to another man. This time when I spoke to Olivia he could hear me.

“Have you ever seen him jerk off in front of you?”

She shook her head no.

“Have you ever caught him playing with his cock?”

She had a funny smile and said a couple times she knew he was playing with his cock while watching porn when she had unexpectedly come into the room but he quickly hid what he was doing and she never pushed him.

I couldn’t keep my hands or eyes off of her tits, I wanted to suck her nipples but didn’t want to rush it. “So Jake, she almost caught you stroking your own cock? Would that embarrass you, haven’t you ever done it and let her watch?”

“No, I have never done it with her watching and yes I admit she did almost catch me but I was too embarrassed to admit what I was doing. I was embarrassed that I was watching some cheap porn when I have this hot wife.”

He was truly embarrassed by this whole conversation, not that I was going to let him off easy.

“Olivia, has he ever asked you to play with yourself while he was watching?”

“Yes,” she replied, “he seems to think it is more natural for a woman than for a guy.”

Jake’s cock was softening but still large as it hung between his thighs. I loved that although she was the one tied up she seemed more comfortable with the situation than her husband and I was thinking I should untie her soon. “Would you like to see him play with his cock for you?”, I asked her. Her eyes lit up “Just tell him to do it and he will. Tell him what you want, anything goes.” Jake looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Anything?”, she looked at me. “Because in our other threesome he had both of us play with our pussies and then with each other.”

Now Jake was nearly squirming.

“Jake, jerk your self off for me. Take your big cock in your hand and stroke it, get it good and hard. I would love to watch you make yourself cum.”

There was only the slightest hesitation and then he wrap his fingers around his cock and lifted it from between his thighs. He kept watching us as he slid his hand down the shaft pulling the skin back exposing the large head of his dick. He slowly worked his hand up and down his cock and after about 30 seconds he started getting hard and it was impressive how his cock grew.

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It had been an uneventful Tuesday. It was cold and rainy and I stopped into my regular “watering hole” for a quick beer before heading back to my apartment. I didn’t even notice the guy who sat next to me at the bar.

“Are you Paul McRory?” he asked quietly.

I turned to look at the very ordinary-looking man who knew my name. Never seen him before.

“And if I am…?” I replied warily.

“If you are, I’d like you to move over to the table in the corner and talk to my wife,” he almost whispered.

I glanced over his shoulder and saw a dark-haired woman sitting alone at a table for two. I wondered what kind of set-up this was. I was tired and didn’t really feel like dealing with any nonsense. I stood, intending to leave. The man didn’t react at all, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the woman sit up slightly and glance over at me. Something about the way she looked struck me. She had long curly dark hair that cascaded around her face. She wore round-frame glasses and a tight, dark Oriental-print dress. I picked up my beer, walked over to her table and sat down next to her.

“Hello, Paul. I’m Sophia,” she spoke in a husky, low voice. “I have heard a lot about you.”

“You have? Like what?” I asked surprised.

“Like the kinds of things women talk about when they don’t think anyone is listening. I go to the same nail salon one of your girlfriends goes to. I happened to overhear her talking to one of her friends about you. Well, I asked around and found out it was you,” she continued.

This sounded like some kind of scam. I shifted in my seat, looking around. Her husband hadn’t moved from his barstool and was looking away from us.

“What’s this about? I don’t like this. What do you want from me?” I asked.

Sophia leaned slightly toward me. “Paul, I understand that you have a big cock and know how to use it. I want you for an evening, possibly more. That’s what this is about.”

I started to laugh, but caught myself. Sophia seemed very serious. We talked more. She was very frank. Her husband was a cuckold, I guess. He wanted her to have what he couldn’t give her. And she not only wanted a stud to fuck, she wanted a hung stud to use her like a whore. And there was more. She liked to be restrained and spanked. She wanted a BDSM scene.

This was all too much for me to believe. Yes, it was known among my close friends that I have a big cock. The guys had seen it in the locker room and the girls I had been with must have brought it up as part of their “girl talk” in the nail salon. And yes, it’s great to be the “big man” in the locker room, but a ten-inch cock has its drawbacks too. Most of the young women I have been with love the look of it, but can’t do much with it. It’s too thick for most of them to get into their mouth. And all the lube in the world doesn’t make fitting it into a tight pussy painless. So, I have ended up with either blue balls or an awkward hand job at the end of most dates.

Sophia gave me her address. And a copy of a doctor’s report that said she didn’t have any STDs. She told me to come by the next night, ready to play. I told her I’d think about it and she got up and left. Her husband followed her out the door. I sat for a while thinking about this odd meeting. It couldn’t be for real. But there was something about her. She appeared kind of mousy with the hair covering her face and the librarian glasses. But she did have a strength in her voice when she spoke. Maybe this was on the level.

After work the next day, I went back to my place and showered. As I washed myself, I thought about fucking Sophia. I remembered how she was poured into that modest dress. I didn’t get a good sense of her body, but she was petite compared to my six-foot-two frame. I couldn’t imagine a little lady like that would be able to handle my cock any better than my girlfriends ever had. But maybe. As I soaped my cock and balls I started to get hard. I rinsed off wanting to save myself for Sophia. I guess I was going over there.

I rang the doorbell and Sophia’s husband answered the door and invited me in. He took me into their home office and disappeared. Sophia looked up from the paperwork on the desk and smiled.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I know this must all seem weird. But I believe the best way to get what you want is to ask for it. To be honest, we looked at a couple of other young men, very discretely, without them even being aware, and ruled them out for one reason or another. You are the first one we approached,” said Sophia, looking me square in the eye as she spoke.

“Here is a contract of sorts. It says my husband and I have asked you to have sex with me that may include rough sex and that we hold you blameless for any consequences. It notes a “safe word” that either of us can say to end the episode. My husband is a lawyer and this protects you against charges of assault and rape. It also protects us if you ignore the “safe word”. If you’ll sign both copies, I’ll afyon escort do the same and you can go lock your copy in your car if you wish.”

Wow, they were not kidding around. I read over the contract and it was just as she had said. We signed and I slipped my copy inside my jacket. Sophia smiled. She spoke as she led me to the basement “playroom”.

“My husband is a dear man who loves me very much. But he has a tiny cock. It’s really laughable. He’s never fucked me in three years. I’ll let him watch me use my vibrator and jerk off in the corner. And I let him tie me up or handcuff me or bind me to one of the spreader bars we have in here, but I’ve gone as far as I can on my own. Fingers and a vibe are not enough. But you, what you have between your legs, that’s what I need. But let’s see how you feel about me.”

Sophia reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her dress. She turned her back to me and I unzipped the dress. She slipped it off and hung it up on a rack. She pulled her white, silk slip over her head and hung it up. Then she turned to face me. She was stunning. Unsheathed from the dress, her pale skin glowed. Her white, lacy bra was packed full of her surprisingly large breasts. Her waist was not as trim as my girlfriend, but she still had a nice hour-glass shape. She wore white thong panties over a white suspender belt and white stockings. She did a complete turn and then faced me with a little smile.

“Well, this is me. I’m yours for the evening if you want me,” she said.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs and stood facing her. Her eyes were locked onto the outline of my cock. I pushed down my underwear and stepped out of it. Sophia was almost drooling. Her smile grew. I stepped behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. I walked around in front of her and pulled it away from her. Her large, full, round tits just about took my breath away. Each hung nearly to her navel and they were topped with purplish-pink aureole about an inch across and thick nipples that stood out about a half-inch. I pushed Sophia’s thong down to the floor and she stepped out of it. I was almost kneeling before her and the scent of her was intoxicating. My face was inches from those huge tits of hers, but I stepped back.

We took a moment to drink each other in. She wore only the stockings, suspender belt, white high heels, and her librarian glasses. I was nude. She had a patch of dark pubic hair above her pussy. I could see her pussylips clearly as they were the same dark pink as her nipples. She looked so fucking hot. I could feel me cock reacting and I saw Sophia’s eyes widen as it did.

“This is what you want. Let’s see what you can do with it,” I challenged the petite woman.

Sophia stepped forward and knelt in from of me. She carefully took my cock in both hands and weighed it as she moved it up and back. She stroked its length and it stiffened. She kissed and began to lick my cock from the head down the shaft. She rubbed it on her face. She looked up at me and then kissed the tip of my cock. Then she parted her lips and slowly opened her mouth as she took my cockhead into her mouth. She tried not to betray how difficult it was for her to open her mouth wide enough. Even though she couldn’t completely encircle my shaft with her hands, she was stroking it as her mouth struggled to take in the first inch below my cockhead.

I didn’t want another hand job, so I said, “No hands.”

Sophia immediately moved her hands to her sides. I took my cock in one hand and held it straight out for her. Sophia took a while to get used to the size of my cock, but actually began to take more of it into her mouth. It felt great, but what I was really getting off on was the obvious effort she was putting into this. She wanted my cock badly. She made little grunts and groans as she struggled to push her mouth further down my shaft. She gagged and pulled back a little, only to push down again, straining. I could see the muscles in her neck flex as she forced her mouth as wide open as she could. She had her hands on my hips trying to force more of my cock into her mouth.

She finally had about half of my cock in her mouth and she began to twist and pump her mouth on it. It felt amazing. I looked down at her and saw thick, clear saliva dripping down her chin onto her big tits. Every time Sophia took my cock as deeply as she could she would strain to accept just another fraction of an inch. She was cock-hungry. She hummed and moaned and growled as she pumped my cock with her mouth.

I pulled back out of her mouth. Without thinking I slapped her face with my stiff, wet cock. I rubbed it on her face, smearing her face with the mixture of her spit and my pre-come. Sophia let out a low animal moan from deep in her throat. I grabbed a handful of her curly black hair in one hand and slapped her with my cock. Sophia’s hands cupped my heavy balls and caressed them, moaning as she did. I broke away aydın escort to grab a chair and move it into the middle of the room. I sat back and spread my legs wide. Sophia crawled to me and knelt in front of me, awaiting orders, I thought.

She leaned forward and rubbed her big tits on my cock. She struggled to capture it between those big soft pillows of flesh and rose up and slumped down to approximate titfucking. A feeling of lust and power rose in me. I reached out and lifted her to her feet and bent her over at the waist. Her big tits hung and swayed from her chest. Sophia looked up, her face inches from mine. I reached out and cupped her big tits, feeling their heft. I kneaded them roughly and pinched and twisted her hard nipples. Sophia moaned quietly.

Then I slapped her right tit with my left hand hard. The loud slap triggered a louder moan from the prostrate woman. I followed the first slap with several more. I was slapping her much harder than I had ever touched a woman before. I half-expected to hear her “safe word”. But she was loving this. I shifted in the chair and began to spank and slap her other perfect tit. Each slap was harder than the one before. She was into the pain and I wanted to give her as much as I could.

I stood her up in front of me. Her breathing was ragged. She was in heat. Those huge tits kept calling to me. I lifted each by its nipple. I twisted and tugged and pulled harder and harder. I pulled each nipple up and away from Sophia’s body. I could see the delicate flesh stretching. It had to be painful. I dropped one tit and she moaned as its weight flopped back down. Then I used my free hand to slap her other stretched, lifted tit until its nipple slipped from between my fingers.

“Time to fuck,” I said.

Sophia smiled and moved to a large mattress that was against a wall under a circle of small overhead lights. I pounced on her and sucked and bit her tits and nipples. I kept biting harder and squeezing them roughly until Sophia was really moaning loudly. I reached down to her cunt and found she was literally dripping. I rubbed my cockhead along her pussylips and got some of her juice on my cockhead. I positioned the tip of my cock against her pussyhole and tried to push in. Sophia let out a sharp squeal of pain. Something in me had snapped. In the past, when I got to this point, I would let the woman I was with try to work herself onto my cock. Often the best that could be done was to have her rub my cock on her cunt and clit until she came. But that’s not what Sophia had signed on for. I moved off her and rubbed her pussy with my hand. Then I started spanking it hard. Sophia instinctively flinched and tried to edge away from the contact. A moment later she slid back down and invited the pain. I slapped her soft mound until my hand got tired. I looked up and Sophia was clutching her massive tits tightly in her hands. She was making that animal growl again, this time louder, almost shuddering as if she was crying. But I didn’t hear the “safe word”, so I climbed back on top of her.

This time I quickly positioned my cock at the opening to her cunt and just shoved hard. I didn’t care if she screamed at this point. This was what she wanted. I felt the tight wetness of her pussy gripping the first couple of inches of my cock. It hurt me. I couldn’t imagine what the stretching felt like to her. But I just began pumping my hips and driving my cock deeper into her tortured cunt. With each thrust, I forced another half-inch of my cockmeat into her. And with each thrust, she would grit her teeth and growl. My hands cupped her asscheeks and I was totally controlling her. My cock was more than halfway in her pussy when I leaned down to suck her big tits. I bit down on one nipple as I drove another inch of my cock home.

“Harder!” Sophia barked.

I was stunned. I was abusing this bitch so hard right now I felt like I was going to kill her. And she wants it harder?!? Well, she wasn’t going to tell me to stop at this point, so I put aside whatever caution I still had holding me back.

“I’m gonna tear your pussy apart, whore,” I whispered in her ear.

With that, I pulled my cock all the way out of her red, swollen mound. I spread her delicate purplish-pink cuntlips apart and positioned my cock at the opening. And with one thrust I buried my long, thick cock all the way in Sophia’s tiny, little cunt. She screamed like she was being murdered. And I started bucking my hips savagely. I don’t know if I was stretching or tearing her pussy and I didn’t care. I pounded into her cunt and her screams became moans. Her arms wrapped around me and she was fucking back up at me as she moaned and babbled incoherently. I fucked her that way for a long time. Very gradually, her pussy was accommodating my cock. The pain transitioned to pleasure.

Sophia reached up to me and pushed me to one side. We rolled over until she was riding my cock. It was a sight to see. My cock ağrı escort looked like a tree trunk disappearing up into this little woman. Her pussylips gaped and grasped my pumping shaft. Sophia leaned over me, her sweat dripping onto my chest. Her huge tits hung and bounced and swung wildly as she pumped herself up and down on my cock. Her wild moaning suddenly stopped and she threw her head back. Her long hair whipped back and she arched her back thrusting those magnificent tits out. Her eyes were tightly closed and her face was twisted in concentration. Then her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer.

The first massive spasms rocked her body, leaving her limp all the way down my cock. then suddenly, she lifted up and as she pulled off the tip of my cock, her body convulsed and a gush of liquid exploded from her pussy all over me. Again and again her cunt squirted a torrent of she-cum. I lost count of the number of times. Sophia was dazed as the spasms subsided. I reached down guided my cock back towards her gaping cunt. It was time for me to get my rocks off.

“No. No. No,” Sophia could barely speak as she tried to catch her breath. I was surprised that she was going to object to me just fucking her pussy after all the rough stuff.

“No. Not my pussy. I want you to fuck my ass. Do what you just did for me, but in my asshole,” Sophia begged as she lifted herself off me and assumed an all-fours position next to me.

I wasn’t ready for that one. As tight as her pussy had been, I wasn’t sure I could get my cock in her asshole, but I was worked up and I needed to blow a huge load, and I hadn’t heard her “safe word” yet, so I knelt behind her.

Sophia handed me a tube of KY. I squirted a glob in my hand and spread it over the length of my cock. I took another dollop and covered my cockhead with it. Finally, I squirted a lot right on her tight little rosebud asshole. I pushed one finger in to get some lube inside where it would be needed. Even on my finger, her asshole seemed impossibly tight. But I was far beyond worrying about it, I was going to bury my big cock to the balls up this bitch’s asshole and I was going to blow my cumload there. “Safe word” or no.

I determined I was just going to push in and not stop no matter what. And that is what I did. I don’t know how it felt for Sophia, but it hurt me as I forced my big cockhead into that tight little ring of muscles.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you even think about fucking stopping, Stud. Tear my asshole apart. Use that fucking horsecock. Drive it up into my guts. Don’t you dare stop!” Sophia was in another world.

And I pushed in hard. Sophia screamed and cried. She was in agony. I could feel the stretching and tearing as I shoved in. Sophia called me every name you can imagine. She was insane with lust and pain. Finally, I drove the full length of my cock balls-deep up her tiny asshole. Sophia was crying, her whole body shuddering. She moaned loudly in obvious pain.

“Now, fuck it, Stud. Fuck this tight, little virgin asshole with your huge bull cock. Pump my shithole good!” The pain is Sophia’s voice as she demanded more abuse was incredible. I had never felt this way before. I didn’t care if I killed her, I had to fuck her ass. And she was begging me to do it. I knew I was causing her excruciating pain, but I didn’t care.

And I fucked her ass hard. Her screams and crying slowly morphed into obscene begging for more. I squirted more lube on my cock as it pistoned in and out of her anus. The going got a little easier. Her asshole had loosened a good bit. And the moans Sophia was making told me she was enjoying this now. I could feel my nut building. I hadn’t come in a couple of days and this was going to be a big one. But Sophia beat me to it. Without warning, her body began to shudder and jerk. She arched her back like a cat and I felt a deluge of her juices gush on my balls and soak the mattress beneath us. This time there were only a couple of squirts, but she seemed almost out of her mind. I couldn’t hold back any more. I grabbed Sophia’s hips and pumped a few long, deep “glory strokes” and I could feel my nut exploding. I held her tight to me and it was my body’s turn to spasm and shake. It felt like I pumped a gallon of cum into her asshole. I let go of her and Sophia pulled away and moved around pumping my cock with both hands. It was still leaking globs of cum and she lapped them up swallowing them. She kissed and rubbed my cock on her face. Her hands were all over my cock and balls. She was worshipping them. She licked them clean. After a time, she stood up and put on a robe.

“My husband will have something for you at the door. I want you to come back next Tuesday for more. This was what I wanted. It was just right,” Sophia sighed and walked out of the room.

I dressed and as I got to the front door to leave, her husband handed me an envelope without a word and closed and locked the door behind me. In my car I saw that the envelope contained cash, over a thousand dollars. As I drove back home I realized that all I could think about was our next meeting. I had finally found a woman who could handle me. I thought about how wild Sophia was and how much wilder she could possible get. I just hoped that I’d be able to handle her.

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It never occurred to me that he would show up at my door. I had been talking to Steve online for some time. But after one night of flirting again, I had gone to bed only to be awakened by a knock at the door. I stumbled down stairs to answer it. I unlocked the door and started to open it when it was slammed back so hard that I fell to the floor from the force. There in the darkness, I could distinguish a tall man. He wore a leather jacket and an Indiana Jones hat. Then he spoke, “Tiffany?”

“Who the hell are you?”

“Never mind. No time for introductions now.” It was then that I realized I was wearing just a slip I hadn’t bothered to take off from a night of dancing earlier.

“Get out of my house or I’ll call the police.”

“You’re not calling anyone.” He picked me up and carried me back upstairs to my room. He turned on the light and flung me on the bed. He took off his hat. I could see his features then. He had black, wavy hair, a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes. His shirt was only half buttoned as if he had left in a hurry. His jeans were unbuttoned at the top. Then I noticed the things he was carrying. He had a riding crop in one hand, some kind of leather straps in the other, and a satchel carrying god knows what.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Tiffany. And I’m going to do it just the way I want.” I tried to get up but he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. “No more teasing. Tonight, I’ll show you exactly what you deserve.” As much as I hated to admit it, the deep tone of his voice and the intensity of his eyes just filled me with a desire I had never felt before. “First to make sure you don’t run.” He grabbed my left wrist and wrapped a leather strap around it. Then he tied it to the post on my bed. He did the same with my right wrist. “And now to see what I’ve been imagining.” His huge hand clutched my black slip just above my breasts. With one motion, he ripped it from my body. I was naked before him. His eyes seemed to be hypnotized. They stared at each part of my body. First they began at my breasts. My nipples were erect from the excitement, the anticipation. My skin was slightly tanned from sunbathing nude in my back yard. They worked their way down to my waist. My back was arched slightly already. It seemed like I was just on the edge of orgasm as it was. Further they moved to my hips and then to my pussy, just shaved to a smooth, soft skin. They lingered there for a bit and his mouth smiled as he rolled his tongue across his lips. My legs were crossed at the ankles as to somehow conceal my intense desire for him. “Very nice, Tiffany. Even better hatay escort than I had imagined. Would you like to see if I meet your expectations?”

“Wait. My expectations? Do I know you?”

“Yes, let’s see if you can guess.” He started to unbutton his shirt. His skin was tanned and he obviously worked out because his chest was chiseled to perfection. I couldn’t help but smile. Then the pants came off. His legs were powerful and his considerable package was practically protruding from his very tight underwear. I bit my bottom lip just looking at it. He noticed because he proudly smiled. “And this is all yours tonight, Tiffany.” Then the last piece came off. His cock was massive. It was long, thick, and awfully tasty looking. “Now, what do you think?” He said as he turned around to give me a good look at his fine looking ass. I could barely speak so I just nodded still biting my lip. “That’s what I thought.” He picked up the satchel and began to unpack the goodies he brought with him. He pulled out a couple of candles and added, “no, these are not for mood lighting.” Then he pulled out a couple more straps, some rope, some kind of little clamps attached to a chain, and a blindfold.

“What are you going to do with those?”

“Well first I’m going to heat things up a bit.” He lit the candle. The hot was began to drip down the side. Then he held it over my breast and let the wax drop to my nipple. I screamed a bit as my back arched and my arms pulled at the straps in and effort for quick escape. He just snickered. “And now the other.” I frantically shook my head no. But he ignored me and allowed the hot wax to cover the other nipple as well. Again I screamed.

“You son of a bitch. That’s hot!”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” His hand lightly brushed my breasts. I raised my knee and hit his head. “Well Well, the cat still has a bit of fight left in her. I’ll take care of that.” He grabbed my legs with one arm and grabbed the riding crop with the other. He lifted my legs in the air until my ass was off the bed. And then he wielded that crop like a samurai sword. It hit my ass again and again as I jumped from the sting that lasted long after the connection was made. “Now I’ll tie back those incredible legs of yours.” He took the other straps and tied my ankles separately to the bottom posts. My legs were spread wide open for him. His hand possessively slid down my body, gliding over every curve. And then it reached my pussy. My secret could be kept no longer. The juice that was glistening on my pussy and inner thigh told all of the carnal desire that I felt for him. ığdır escort His hand lingered there for a time. And then his fingers slid inside me. He flickered them back and forth very fast, very hard. My pelvis went into convulsions. I could feel the sting from the wax. I could feel the pain from the crop and it intensified every sensation. I came in an instant but the orgasm lasted longer than any I had ever had before. “That, my dear, is the first of many.”

He crawled on top of me. His legs straddled my neck. He was stroking his cock just millimeters from my face. Without saying a word, he plunged into my mouth. I lifted my head for a better angel. I wanted it down my throat. He pulled it out slightly. My tongue fluttered the very tip. Then he once again forced his cock down my throat. He began to fuck my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I could feel his balls hitting my chin again and again with every thrust. And then he stopped and pulled out. I didn’t say a word but he did. “Now it’s your turn.”

He lay on top of me for a second. He kissed me. His tongue frantically flickered in and out of my mouth. Just when I started to respond, he stopped. His mouth continued its journey down to my neck, further to my breasts. There he bit my nipples to the point of pain. Further down as he nibbled on my stomach. And then he head rested between my thighs. “And now, Tiffany, I’m going to lick your clit. I have no intension of stopping no matter how many times you come or how many times you stop. So prepare to scream.” With that, he began. His tongue just barely grazed my clit at first. I circled it and lightly tickled it. But he was careful not to do too much too soon. He listened to my breathing. And when it became a short pant followed by a deep sigh, he knew to give me more. He licked harder, fluttered faster, and began to suck as well. Again, I went into convulsions as every muscle in my body tensed from the orgasm. As promised, he did not stop. But I needed him too. Teasing after orgasm is torture.

“STOP! I can’t…. I can’t take anymore!” He just did it harder. And before long, I was coming again. He went on. This time he sucked on my clitoris harder and accompanied that with some object being shoved up my pussy. The two together were too much. I was coming so hard, I cried all the while pleading. “Stop. Please. Stop.” He finally did. By this time, I could not move. I just lay there trying to catch my breath and remember what muscle moved what. He untied my ankles and wrists. I was sure he was going to fuck me then. Well, close but not exactly.

He took advantage ısparta escort of my paralysis and turned me on my stomach. I could hear the ripping of a package. A condom, I thought. He pulled me up to my knees and grabbed my hair as his penis was just touching my bottom. Without warning he backed away to give me a few more whacks with the crop. Again I howled in pain. I tried to peer behind to see what he was doing. He noticed this and solved it my putting the blindfold on me. Then he forced my mouth open to put some sort of cloth in it. He tied that at the back of my head. I could not see or speak. He lifted my hands and had me grab the headboard of my bed. “Brace yourself, Tiffany.” He said calmly. “He’s going to fuck me now, thank god.” I thought. But no, not really. His cock teased my pussy for a bit. Just rubbing the outside. I was well lubricated and then it happened.

He slammed it into my ass. I had never been fucked there before and the pain was severe. I screamed the best I could with that gag in my mouth. He did not stop. My fingers held the headboard so tight, they hurt as well. My teeth clamped down on the gag. His cock plunged deeper with every thrust. I could feel my flesh tear. The pain was more than I had ever felt and the orgasm even greater than all the previous. He knew exactly when I came and stopped. He slipped off his condom and pulled me back by the hair. “Are you ready to be fucked, Tiffany?”

He pulled off my gag and blindfold. He looked me straight in the eyes as I desperately said, “yes.”

“Good,” he said as he through my body back on the bed. He tied my hands together with rope and then attached them above me to one post.

“But I want you to. I’m not going to fight you this time.”

“Oh honey. I know you want me to. But I don’t want you interfering. Now shut up or I’ll gag you again as well.” I said nothing.

He was on his knees as he lifted my ass to just the right height. He pushed back my legs and then stabbed his cock in my pussy. I had waited for so long for that sensation. He was long enough to hit the bottom. And he was wide enough to tear as he fucked me. Again and again, his throbbing rod pounded in and out of me. His sweat poured off his body to cover mine. My breath became shallow and fast. He would hit the bottom and grind just a bit to tease all those sensitive areas most men miss or can’t touch at all. All the while, his wild eyes stared into mine like a tiger devouring his prey. His fingers dug into my ankles. His balls spanking my ass. He said not one word but instead concentrated on the task at hand. Or rather at cock. My head fell back as my legs wrapped around him. I came again. He kept up the pace until my orgasm was spent. Then he pulled out. His hot semen shot all over my breasts, my stomach, my pussy. He fell on top of me and uttered this one sentence.

“I’m Steve by the way. Nice to meet you Tiffany.”

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Sarah and Tammy had been friends for a long time, since they were teenagers actually. They had gone to high school together, when Sarah had been every guy’s best friend and Tammy had always been the belle of the ball. Tammy went through guys like chewing gum and Sarah had always been the one to console them after she dumped them, for Sarah it made for a lot of long-term friendships but a lot of lonely Saturday nights.

Even though Tammy wasn’t exceptionally pretty or personable, she had a great body and she was tiny, barely topping 5’5 and 100lbs. Sarah on the other had was a big girl, standing 5’10 and weighing in the neighbourhood of 200+ pounds she was far from the tiny petite little things most teenage guys wanted. Sarah had dates but when most guys couldn’t get into her pants they soon stopped trying.

Though the years had past a high school was far behind them at 29 Sarah and Tammy had remained friends and hung out together all the time. Sarah had married, while Tammy remained unattached and dating still as often as possible. However, Sarah had long since stopped picking up the pieces, she’d had enough trouble in her short marriage to an abusive asshole, she didn’t need any more friends, she preferred to stay away from men altogether.

“I don’t understand you Sarah,” Tammy had said one day when they were out for the weekly walk. “If you would just lose some weight guys would pay far more attention to you.”

Sarah pondered this fact, she knew she was fat and had gained more weight over the course of her marriage, but how do you tell someone it was the only way you felt safe? If men weren’t attracted to you they couldn’t or didn’t want to get close enough to hurt you?

“Yeah Tammy, I know, we have this conversation all the time.” Sarah said in exasperation. “And if you would stop being a slut then someone might decide to marry you. But your happy they way you are and so am I.”

Even though she had just called her friend a slut both women smiled, they didn’t really mean to hurt each other and this conversation had been happening for years once a week the same way. Just then a guy on a motorcycle drove past them, slowing slightly to look over the two women. Sarah laughed knowing it was Tammy that was being given the once over, dressed in spandex shorts and a sports bra she wore for their walks it was hard not to notice her. Sarah on the other had worn regular shorts and an oversized t-shirt that she made sure covered as much as possible.

As the two women continued to walk Tammy made a comment about the guy on the bike and a fantasy she had about some biker guy picking her up taking her for a ride someone secluded and fucking her hard, then dropping her off and never being seen again. Sarah only shook her head. Just like Tammy to fuck and run, she wondered if her friend was every going to have a meaningful relationship in her life. Not that Sarah didn’t fantasize she just had different fantasies. Like for Sarah the guy on the bike would chose her over Tammy and they would ride off somewhere, make passionate love together and fall helplessly in love. That was the type of fantasies Sarah had, sweet ones.

“Hey,” said Tammy, “Looks like our mystery guy on a bike, is having trouble.”

Sure enough the guy that had passed them on his bike was pulled over to the side of the road, though instead of having bike trouble Sarah thought he looked as though he had been waiting for them to catch up. Man this guy was something else. Definitely not the typical biker type, He had on a cloth jacket and low rider jeans, with running shoes. Sarah noticed his eyes first they were beautiful, deep blue with a naughty sparkle in them. He had strong features and a body that wouldn’t quit, she could tell by the way his clothes hung that he was built. He was tall at least 6’5 and had strong arms and shoulders and a quick smile. When they started to pass he said hi and both women turned to look and reply.

Damn, Sarah thought he wasn’t very old, he couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 at best, but man was he hot. He had the cutest dimples too.

“Hi, having trouble?” Tammy asked, flashing him that sexy smile of hers.

He smiled back, “No actually I was waiting for you, I noticed you farther back and I was wondering if you’d like to go for a ride with me?”

“My name’s Matt by the way.”

Tammy perked right up, “Well nice to meet you Matt and I’d love to go for a ride.”

Matt smiled and watched as Sarah stepped back, apparently she was used to being dumped when her friend took off in the middle of their walk and was planning a quick exit. Matt rose off the side of his bike and moved towards to two women. Smiling he said to Tammy, “Well it’s nice to meet you too but I’ll have to give you a rain check on the ride I was speaking to your friend.”

When Matt turned to Sarah she had a stunned look on her face. Tammy couldn’t have looked more stunned and said so.

“Your kidding right?” she said more than a little sarcastically. “You don’t seriously want Sarah karaman escort over me?”

Matt moved to Sarah and offered his hand, “Hi Sarah you have a very pretty name, would you like to go for a ride with me.”

Sarah was stunned still unsure of what was happening. Never had anyone chosen her over anyone and here was the gorgeous kid asking her to go for a ride. Though there were a thousand thoughts going through her head as to why she decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it.

“I’d like that,” she said taking Matt’s proffered hand and moving to his bike.

“Sarah,” Tammy whined, “Your not going to just leave me here are you?”

As Sarah put the helmet on and got behind Matt on the bike she turned to Tammy and said, “Why not you were going to leave me, besides you a grown women I’m sure you can find your way home.”

With that Sarah and Matt drove off leaving Tammy standing alone on the street with her mouth open.

Matt and Sarah drove around for about an hour but realising they were unable to have much of a conversation Matt found a place to pull over so they could talk. It was a very pretty spot and very secluded Sarah thought to herself she must be dreaming because this was just what she and Tammy had been talking about. Sarah found that her legs were a little shaky when she got off the bike and as Matt moved to the rear of the bike to get a blanket from the carrier Sarah wobbled a little but Matt caught her.

“Steady,” He said as his arm went around her waist. “Your legs can get a little shaky if your not used to it.”

Sarah agreed saying that hers felt like Jell-o at the moment and she wasn’t sure she could walk just yet, but placed a hand on the seat of the bike so Mike was free to move away.

“Oh, I know just what to do for that,” Matt said and proceeded to press his lips against Sarah’s.

Sarah had never felt a kiss like it in her life. Matt’s lips were soft and insistent but delicate and passion filled at the same time. When his tongue nudged her lips open, Sarah lost all conscious thought. The slow flickering of their tongues against each other, then she nibbled lightly on Matt’s bottom lip feeling her body moulding to him, if this was heaven she was happy to go. When Matt broke the kiss and took her hand leading her away from the bike, Sarah followed without question, as thought hypnotized by the kiss.

“Sarah,” Matt said, “I hope you didn’t mind the kiss, I just couldn’t resist.”

Sarah swallowed, “Look Matt I don’t understand any of this but if it’s going to be some sick joke I think you should tell me now.”

“Sarah what are you talking about?” Matt questioned.

“Matt, look at me, you’re bright enough to see that this isn’t the sort of thing that happens to me. If you were just trying to take Tammy down a peg or two then you succeeded but I’m not really in any condition to play any games right now.” Sarah let out a long breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Well I will admit I did enjoy the look on your friends face when you got on the bike with me, but I promise you it was you I stopped for.” Matt said, with such an earnest look on his face that Sarah was inclined to believe him.

“Why,” was all that Sarah could manage to say?

“Because I thought you were attractive and I wanted to get to know you better and I hoped that you would come for a ride with me?” Matt wasn’t sure if he was saying the right things but he had noticed Sarah and her friend out for their walk a number of weeks ago and he’d noticed Sarah’s smile and laugh right away. She seemed to be the type of women a man could get lost with. All soft and plush no sharp edges, he also bet that when he took her out to dinner she had more than celery and a glass of water.

Matt had always been attracted to heavier women, preferring someone who would share his popcorn and ice cream and not diet constantly. He liked women who liked to laugh and have a good time and when he made love to them he liked them to be soft everywhere. There was something about slipping inside a BBW that appeal to him and when those ample thighs closed around him it made him feel right where he belonged. It had taken him all this time to work up the courage to ask her to go for a ride and he didn’t want to blow it.

“Well, I guess if your serious, I won’t mind spending some time talking.” Sarah said, “You seem like a nice guy.” With that she smiled and took part of the blanket from him and help him spread it out before sitting down crossed legged on the blanket.

Sarah wasn’t sure how long she and Matt had talked it seems as though time not only stood still but stopped altogether. Before long though she had found out that Matt was indeed 19 years old and was putting himself through law school. He had a son and brother he took care of and his ex-girlfriend was nowhere in the picture. Sarah also found herself telling Matt things she had never told anyone, he was just that easy to talk to. There was a certain kars escort twinkle in Matt’s eye that made Sarah feel, no she knew, she could trust him, what he said would be the truth, even if in the end what he said hurt.

She also found herself wishing he’d kiss her again, never had the thought of kissing him even entered her mind, well OK but she quickly dismissed it, thinking the earlier kiss was probably just a fluke or a curiosity he need to satisfy.

Matt was enjoying talking with Sarah he like the way she had begun to relax and was starting to open up to him. She wasn’t sitting all huddled in a ball trying to make herself as small as possible anymore and she was actually more animated when she talked. He only wished she would open enough for him to get closer to her so that he could kiss her again. Then an idea struck him; he could ask her if she wanted to walk a little with him. He knew she walked everyday even if her friend only joined her once a week he had seen her walking, always at the same time but never the same way.

Later he would mention to her about varying the time she walked to avoid giving anyone who might be watching a chance to pin down her schedule, but he could save that for later. Right now he wanted to find a way to have her in his arms again and a walk seemed to be the perfect solution.

“Well Sarah,” Matt stated, “How about we take a little walk and loosen up those muscles before the return trip?”

Sarah couldn’t help it she must have had a little bit of a look of disappointment on her face that their time together was coming to an end, but she nodded her head and reached for Matt’s outstretched hand. “Sounds good,” she said rising and stretching her body out.

Before she had a chance to realise what was going on Matt had moved in for the kill, closing his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers. Sarah knew the moment his lips touched hers that she was about to lose all conscious thought once again. Matt lips were incredible, soft and willing and so sweet tasting, Sarah wished the kiss never had to end. She felt herself sinking back down to the blanket with Matt’s arms still tightly around her, her body pressed hard into him.

Slipping under him feeling his knee press between her thighs Sarah felt as though she was melting. She never even stopped to look to see if there were anyone around, her hands slide along the line of his jacket slipping inside, running along the hard muscles of his chest. Sarah didn’t know what had come over her, never before had she taken the initiative before, not even during her marriage. What she did know is that she wanted desperately to touch Matt, and to have Matt touch her.

“Matt,” she whispered against his lips, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Sarah knew she should have sense but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to stop.

All Matt said was Shhhh. That was enough for Sarah, but when Matt pulled back and sat up she let out a groan of disappointment, that turned into excitement when Matt shrugged off his jacket and began pulling his t-shirt over his head. Sarah ran her hands along his chest and across his tummy. God he felt so good, and when Matt lowered himself back down to her, Sarah’s hand were caught between them. Slowly she let them explore him, touching muscles and bumps lightly and roughly at the same time. She felt the goose bumps under his skin as her fingers caressed along his side, she heard his sharp intake of breath as she skimmed her fingers along the waist band of his jeans, wishing she were brave enough to slip her fingers underneath.

Matt’s mouth moved along her cheek and she felt his lips press against her neck sending delightful chills through her. When Matt slipped his hand under the bottom of her shirt Sarah held her breath, wondering what was going to happen next. Matt in the meantime was wondering the same thing. Sarah had come very close to touching him in a completely intimate way yet she had stopped short, that as Matt slide his hand a little higher on her tummy, he too wondered if she was going to let him go farther. He finally decided to brave it and slide his hand to cup the underside of Sarah’s breast. When Sarah did nothing but release her pent up breath and deepen the kiss, Matt sighed and enjoyed the full feeling of her breast in his hand.

Sarah’s breasts weren’t overly large but still firm and plush at the same time, as Matt’s thumb brushed along her nipple he felt it harden and grow taut. Pulling his mouth from Sarah’s neck he guided her into an upright position and lifted her shirt above her head, hoping she wouldn’t stop him. When her shirt was removed Matt took the opportunity to place his mouth into the cleavage between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her. Sarah’s hand caressed the back of Matt’s head pulling him closer, Matt’s mouth moved to one side and closed around the silk of her bra and the nipple beneath. Sarah arched her back and pressed her breast into Matt’s mouth wishing the only thing between kıbrıs escort them was air. Reaching around she freed the clasp and shrunk in her shoulders allowing the straps to fall from them. Matt took this as a signal and slowly slide Sarah’s bra from her, revealing her breasts to his eyes.

While Sarah didn’t have large nipples they were soft pink and rock hard almost pleading for his mouth. Matt needed no further invitation and his lips closed around one firm nipple. Sarah let out a soft sigh and leaned back on her arms letting Matt’s mouth have its way with her nipples. She knew his mouth would feel wonderful and she blushed to herself as she wonders how it would feel in other more private places. Feeling hot and bother Sarah decide she needed to feel Matt, she didn’t care about tomorrow or later all she cared about was this moment. As Matt moved his mouth to her other nipple Sarah let her fingers and palm slide down to the top of Matt’s pants as her fingers toyed with the button Matt sensed her hesitation and gently closed his teeth over her nipple, it was enough to push Sarah forward and she let her hands undo the button and slowly start to lower the zipper.

When she slipped her hand inside his jeans, she brushed the waist band of his boxer briefs, could he be any sexier without trying Sarah thought to herself, with cool determination Sarah slipped her hand inside his boxers and rested her fingers along the length of his cock. God, she thought he was so big, she had never felt a cock this big, and her ex was far, far from this. Closing her hand around it she licked her lips and wished it were her lips she was closing around it, he felt so good in her hand and when Matt let out a soft moan, Sarah was glad she had made the move. Matt couldn’t believe how good Sarah’s hand felt and his mind wandered slightly, wondering how her mouth would feel wrapped around his erection? Matt figured it was too much to wish for and let his hand begin to wander over Sarah’s body.

Moving slowly he skimmed his hand across her tummy feeling the soft skin and down along the waistband of her shorts. Once again Sarah held her breath wondering if he was going to get turned off from touching her and stop, but Matt’s hand continued there trek going lower and running up the inside of her thigh. Sarah hoped he was about to touch her, she knew that he would only be a wisp pf material away from her being that she didn’t wear underwear, but Matt didn’t know that. Before Matt had a chance to find out Sarah became slightly more aggressive that she normally was pushing Matt slightly forward and onto his back.

After breaking the kiss and trying to regain her breath, Sarah looked at Matt’s eyes wondering what she see in them, hoping for lust at least. She wasn’t disappoint and decided to move forward she didn’t really care if he thought she was wanton she needed to take him in her mouth. Moving down his chest placing soft kiss as she went, Sarah lowered her mouth to the V in his jeans, running her tongue along the waistband of his jeans.

“Oh, Sarah.” Matt whispered unable to believe what was about to happen, but happily lifting his hips to allow her to remove his jeans and boxers.

Sarah like to go slowly making things last and once she had removed Matt’s clothing she started at his ankles, kissing and licking her way up the inside of his calf, until her mouth was at his knee. She kissed and licked his knee noticing a little scar there and wondering how he had gotten it. Sarah used her hands to spread his legs and ran her tongue along the inside of his thigh, he tasted so good, and his skin was warm and sweet and very male tasting. She moved her lips closer to the groin of his leg softly licking back and forth savouring the taste of him.

When Sarah ran her tongue along the groin of Matt’s leg up to his hip he thought he would lose his mind. Between the warmth of her mouth and tongue on him and the feel of her hands as she kneaded his thigh muscles was driving him crazy. He shifted a little trying to encourage her to take him in her mouth but Sarah was having none of it. It was very clear that she knew what she was doing and she enjoyed taking her time doing it. After a few minutes Sarah began to kiss her way along the bottom of Matt’s tummy taking extra care to only allow her breath to be felt on his cock and the light brushing of her hair. As she moved toward his other hip her breasts rubbed along the top of his thighs and her nipple pressed against them hard, her mouth kissed it’s way down his groin until she came to the tendon at the bottom which she caught in her mouth and nibbled lightly.

Finally she moved her mouth once more, letting her tongue tease long slow strokes along Matt’s balls, softly licking back and forth never lifting her tongue but teasing and tasting him. Getting his balls completely wet before taking one into her mouth. At first she just held it between her lips and teeth and moved her mouth in a side to side motion, allowing his wet ball to slip around then using her tongue she lightly pressed it against it before sucking his ball deep into her mouth. Matt groaned as she sucked his ball in deep, he could feel the light scrapping of her teeth against the ball as it slipped in, but it didn’t hurt it felt great and he let out another sigh.

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