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“Espresso for one,” I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little café perfectly, with its tired maroon décor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite café in the town.

The twenty-something server glanced up at me as my eyes stole a glimpse at her cleavage, poking out seductively from her maid’s outfit. “Can I get you anything else?”

Her twinkling blue eyes screamed seduction and butterflies danced for a moment in my stomach. I glanced around her empty shop: I wanted to make sure we were alone before I uttered those immortal four words – “A special one please!”

Her lips curled into the warm smile and my host nodded. “Certainly,” the agreeable lady replied and I passed her the money for my visit. Alessia watched as I seated myself at one of the six tables and brought my drink over to me with a smile. “When you’ve finished,” she started with a smirk, but I nodded knowingly; I knew the drill!

Her lovely curves in her skin-tight French maid’s outfit demanded to be touched and caressed, and I licked my lips at the kind-hearted girl placing my coffee on the table. Her fingers swept over the back of my hand and she blew me the faintest of kisses.

It was Alessia’s charms that kept her little coffee shop running – an investment she made from her inheritance – and that despite the big chains moving in around her, the tiny café survived and thrived. The coffee and food served was excellent and was always busy, but the two twin sisters who owned the establishment had another unique selling point that was unmatched by any other coffee shop.

She wiped the tables as I downed my 3oz hit of murky caffeine and put the upturned cup on the saucer, picking up the blue parcel that came with a “special coffee.” She didn’t need to say anything, but just rang the bell on the counter and held out her hand to me.

Her sister noisily strode into the shop from the small kitchen and rolled her eyes when she saw me taking the outstretched hand of Alessia. My host licked her lips seductively and lowered her eyes to the floor as she guided me to a small room at the back of the coffee shop; I twirled the package between my fingers.

Alessia seated me on a camp bed in the windowless room and blew me a kiss as the sexily-dressed girl got undressed. First, the shoes were kicked gently into the corner of the room and then the white stockings – so often unworn by her – were rolled alluringly down her thigh and then her legs to her ankles, presenting me with a fabulous glimpse of her breasts framed wonderfully in the black outfit.

My cock stiffened: Alessia always did that to me, and she ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair as she placed her stockings on the old kitchen cabinets dumped in their store room. The faded light flickered: she was seductive and classy, kırşehir escort but the surroundings were cheap and sleazy. I felt a drop of pre-cum soak into my boxer shorts.

She sighed and looked at me, giggling at the anticipation and lust ingrained upon my face, and pouted mischievously. She knew I wanted her, and she stared into my impatient eyes as she reached behind her back and pulled a ribbon. Her black dress fell forward instantly, and she licked her lips.

She was gorgeously sensual and sexy; her expressions and mannerisms flowed effortlessly and her body oozed sexuality. She wanted sex; her soul screamed it to me as her excellent orbs bobbed free of their black cotton housing. A light sheen of sweat covered her young body that shimmered in the chink of light streaming from the curtains.

I put my hand out to touch her, the smoothness of her radiant skin electrifying the tips of my fingers; my hands caressed her toned legs as I stared into her knickerless crotch. It was immaculate as it always was: a small stub of hair perched above the most enticing of slits. I fidgeted on the small bed and looked up her breasts and into her eyes that peered down on me: the lustful bank manager with a key client.

Her face broke into a beaming smile: I couldn’t never resist her when she did that and I smiled back. Alessia’s hands massaged my shoulder and slipped my suit jacket off my body, placing it carefully next to her stockings. I waited as the young lady began unbuttoning my pristine white shirt, looking into my eyes as her hands slid around my torso and liberated my body from it’s smart work attire.

I groaned: there were times when I have screwed the fascinating girl as a “quickie” and I had left my shirt on as my body rammed my cock into her tight hole frantically. There are times when she has gone down on me in the café or once, on the roof in the rain. I love hearing her squeal and groan and sometimes, she would let me take her to repeated climaxes, leaving my face sodden with her sweet, heavenly nectar. Pure bliss.

Alessia unbuttoned my trousers, as I briefly remembered the day before; a wry smile crept across my lips as visions of the young lady screaming obscenities as my tongue flicked her clit caused her sister to enter the room to tell her to “keep the noise down.”

My attention was brought back to the present when a gentle touch brushed against my erect cock being liberated of all clothing by the elegant lady, naked except for a wicked smile. I ran my hands through her hair, touching her on the cheek and then sliding my hands down her toned body as she stood up, towering over me sat on the bed.

She gave me “that look,” and I adjusted myself on the lumpy mattress, swinging my legs onto the bed: neither of us had time to waste, and she had that lustful look in her eyes. If I didn’t know any better she had been fucked only recently malatya escort and not quite reached orgasm; this always left the entrepreneurial minx frustrated.

My head had barely hit the pillow when Alessia’s smooth legs swept over my face and her pink crotch was peeking invitingly at me; it looked slightly puffy and excited, and my cock stiffened in response: it was the most delightful of cunts I had ever seen. It was my favourite.

My hands gripped the young lady on the thighs and I manoeuvred myself so my face was underneath her intoxicating femininity. I could smell her womanly, sapid musk, the moment her moistness touched my lips; pure heaven. I sighed in lust; my body tingled with expectation as she leant forward slightly to kiss my crotch. My cock sparkled as her tongue gently kissed the glans.

Alessia murmured as my tongue wrapped itself around her clit, gently sucking on her exposed and engorged pearl. She wriggled at my touch and my hands cupped her pert bosom, before gently rolling her nipple between my fingers.

I felt a surge of excitement coarse through my impatient body: she suckled on the tip of my cock and began stroking my shaft as my tongue darted across her moist delights.

I gazed into her peachy bum, admiring the wonderful sights of her body gently rocking to the tune my tongue was playing on her clitoris. How I wanted to be able to kiss her cute ass and show her how incredible she made me feel, but anal play was always off-limits in the café, no matter how much I begged!

Instead I got to fantasise of her sexy bum and slick hole as my tongue spiralled sloppily over her button; her distinctive fragrance, and delicious taste stimulated my senses. Her thighs pressed against my ears and her mouth detached from my cock. Her palms rolled over my pre-cum and saliva soaked glans as she sat up and pressed her body down onto my face.

My cock twitched; I loved her doing that to me, and I suckled energetically at her sweet pearl and she groaned loudly. She bucked her hips onto my face and I squeezed her nipples as she settled into a happy rhythm bouncing onto my sodden tongue.

She came; I felt her thighs quiver, I heard her squeal profanities into the air, and I tasted an avalanche of her delicious juices trickle into my willing mouth. She slouched forward onto me, gripping my cock and giving it a gentle tug.

I sighed in satisfaction, but Alessia knew what I really wanted and reached for the condom on the bedside table. “We could do without that,” I suggested as she climbed off of me. “Just this once.”

Alessia scoffed; I knew she would and she passed me a blue towel to wipe my face with. Alessia always demanded that I let her put the condom on me and I watched as she rolled it down my shaft. The condom with the coffee was just a visual ploy, I knew that, as well as being an advert for their services to normal coffee drinkers: niğde escort it wasn’t for me to use at all!

Alessia reached for a small tube of lubricant above the bed and squirted some on her hands, before rolling her greased fingers over my cock. I groaned: even through the latex it was glorious!

I watched her as she straddled my cock and gently lowered herself onto me; I closed my eyes and gave an involuntary moan as her slick pussy touched my sheathed dick; sheer heaven!

Alessia was wild; passionately thrusting and pressing on my body as she rocked back and forth with excited squeals and groans. If anyone ever says prostitutes do not enjoy their work then they need to pay Alessia and her little coffee shop a visit! The young host was filled with lust and sex, and she loved her twin jobs: it combined both of her passions at once.

I stared into her blue eyes, sparkling and twinkling as she rode my cock with experienced movements. She was watching me; waiting for me to screw my face up and cry out. I tried to touch her, but the independent woman grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed: she was in charge. I desired her more than any other woman and whimpered.

She knew that being dominant stoked my arousal and the little minx knew that I was getting close; my cock was awash with electrifying sparks and lustfulness. Every stroke of my cock filled my loins with a greater desire to orgasm. I desperately tensed my muscles, holding onto my release and trying hard not to release.

My balls squeezed tight to my body and I closed my eyes; I could not stop the feeling, I had to surrender. My shoulders shivered as a wave of orgasmic ecstasy welled up inside of me and my hands gripped the grubby mattress as the dam broke and it cascaded through every fibre of my being.

Several squirts of semen filled the tip of the latex sheath and Alessia gently bucked her hips so I could savour the aftershocks from our liaison. “Good?” She asked, but we both knew she didn’t need to.

I nodded. “You make the best special coffee in town,” I muttered with a smile as I panted, looking up at the ceiling.

Alessia giggled, disentangling herself from my sweaty body. “Really?” She asked. “So you’ll come back then!” She knew I would, but I always enjoy her teasing wit and shrugged.

“Maybe!” I looked at her; I had begged her to set up a loyalty card scheme but she had, so far, refused. “Perhaps if my loyalty was rewarded.” She shook her head and reached for the tissues, cleaning my cock up with a handful and disposing of the used condom.

It was time to go, and we got dressed in near silence. “You had a busy day?” I asked as she rolled up her stockings.

“You’re my third,” she replied and kissed me on the cheek. “But always my favourite.” I blushed.

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” I teased; Alessia shook her head and squeezed my hand. “I’ll be back after work,” I promised. “And I have a new cashier starting today, might bring him here for lunch!”

She nodded matter-of-factly. “I’m doing lasagne for tea,” she told me as she opened the door, and blew me a kiss.

That’s my girlfriend: the free enterprise, independent, coffee shop whore! And I love her.

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Judy, my HS History Teacher continues my sexual education.

I awoke naked and alone on a bed in a partially dark room. Not quite sure where I was, I laid there for a minute collecting my thoughts. It dawned on me that I was at Judy’s apartment. Judy was a high school teacher of mine. I had discovered where she lived and she had just let me fuck her after she had sucked my cock letting me cum in her mouth and then eating her pussy. We had also showered together. So many new adventures at one time.

Needing to piss, I got up and went to the bathroom noticing that the bedroom door was closed, but there was a light coming under it. I pissed and went back into the bedroom, remembering that my clothes were in the other room.

Going to the door, I listened to see if I could hear noises coming from the other room. There was music playing faintly but no voices. Opening the door I peeked into the den. The kitchen light was on, but I could not see all of the kitchen. Moving to the kitchen I heard scraping noises and what sounded like the oven door opening. Stepping into the kitchen I saw Judy removing food from the oven. She was wearing a short robe that only covered part of her ass.

Judy turned to set the food on the stove and saw me. She smiled and eyed me up and down. I was not use to being naked with a woman and was not sure what to do. Looking around I saw my shorts on the floor by the couch. Judy saw me looking at my clothes and stepped over to me reaching out to grab my cock.

“You do not need you clothes. I only have this on while I am cooking,” she said as she released my cock and untied her robe letting it fall to the floor.

“Hungry? I made some pork chops and potatoes.”

She put dinner on the table and got some beers. Sitting there naked eating with her was causing my cock to wake up too. We talked while we ate.

“This is really naughty. You can never tell anyone about this,” Julie said.

“I understand. I do not want you to get in trouble.”

Julie looked at me, glancing down at my semi-hard cock. “I would like to spend more time with you this summer. Think we could do that?”

I nodded yes, “I would like that a lot. There is so much I do not know about having sex and I want to learn more from you.”

She smiled and leaned across the table to kiss me. “Can you spend the night?”

“Yes, I was staying at a friend’s house tonight, his parents are gone. I won’t be missed by anyone.”

“Good,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Judy got up, cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. I watched her move naked around the kitchen thinking how lucky I was. An older woman was going to teach me how to fuck!! I moved into the kitchen to get another beer, sliding behind Judy in the narrow kitchen, my cock rubbing against her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

“Want another beer?” I asked.

“No, but grab the bottle of wine that is in there and open it for me.” She reached into a drawer and handed me the corkscrew.

I opened the bottle while she reached up and grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet. Moving behind her, I pushed up against her ass, my growing cock poking her. Reaching around her, I took the wine glass and filled it. Sitting the glass and the bottle down, I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to kiss the back of her neck working up to her ears. She moaned slightly as I kissed her and my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. She pushed her ass against me, rubbing my cock against her ass. Reaching around her I began to massage her tits as she ground her ass against my cock.

Judy stepped back from the sink bending over slightly. She reached back grabbing my cock and slid it down the crack of her ass to the entrance kuşadası escort of her pussy. Rubbing the tip of my cock against the entrance of her pussy I could feel how wet she was. Holding my cock in place she pushed back against me and my cock slid into her warm wet pussy. It slid smoothly into her and I rested against her with my cock all the way in her pussy.

She began to slowly rock against me, my cock moving in and out pushing against the front of her pussy. We kept up a steady rhythm, my cock slowly fucking her. I had never fucked like this before and was enjoying the sensation of slowly sliding in and out of her very slick pussy. My fucks so far were all hasty quickies on top of the girl and never an enjoyable sensation like this.

My thrusts were lifting her up on her toes and I moved my hands down to her hips, holding them as I thrust into her pussy. Judy bent forward pushing back against me, impaling herself on my cock and laying across the counter top. I was continuing my steady rhythm in her pussy and she pushed back when I fully entered her. She reached between her legs with her right hand and began to play with the front of her pussy as I continued to fuck her.

I would find out later that she was fingering her clit. She began fingering herself slowly and gradually increased her pace, her fingers pressing against her and touching my cock as I continued to fuck her from behind. Having already cum twice, my cock was able to enjoy the slow steady rhythm of fucking her.

Judy’s breathing quickened and she increased the assault on her clit. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock as she gasped for breath and her body began to tremble. Reaching back with both hands, she grabbed my ass pulling me fully into her as the orgasm swept over her. Soon she released her grip on me and I again began to slide my cock in and out of her.

Moving a hand to my crotch just above my cock she pushed me back a bit, “Wait, give me a minute, I am really sensitive there right now.”

Another lesson learned, a woman’s pussy can be sensitive after an orgasm and you need to consider that.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I pulled my cock about 1/2 way out of her.

“Yes, just give me a minute.”

“Okay,” I said as I ran my hands over her ass and up her back to her shoulders. She moaned slightly as I rubbed the muscles of her neck, back and ass. After a minute she stood up, my cock falling out of her, and turned to face me. Pressing against me she leaned up to kiss me, my straining pussy juice covered cock poking against her.

Pulling her tongue from my mouth she reached down and grabbed my cock.

“Come with me,” she said as she walked to the bedroom towing me by my cock.

She sat down on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of her, my cock sticking straight up by her face. Looking up at me she smiled and then began to lick my still covered with her juices cock. I remembered from earlier that she liked the taste of her pussy juice on a cock. Her hand moved to my balls and she started squeezing and massaging them. Her tongue moved to the head of my cock and she continued to lick the head and slit of it. After a minute or so she slid her mouth over the tip of my cock, sucking lightly on it.

Her mouth was so warm and her tongue continued its assault on the head of my cock. I reached down to run my hands through her hair and began to lightly thrust my hips to push my cock further into her mouth. She pushed back with her hands on my hips stopping my thrusting. Letting my cock slip from her mouth, she looked up at me.

“Let me enjoy your cock for a bit. I’ll let you know when you can start to fuck my face.”

“Sorry, it kocaeli escort just feels so good.”

“I know, but sometimes you have to go slow and enjoy. Guys do not realize that sex is not always a race to cum, although hard fast quick fucks can be fun too. You can go slow and enjoy it.”

I nodded my understanding. She was giving me more lessons in sex. “Thank you for being patient with me. I’ll slow down. I am definitely enjoying it.”

“Do not get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with deep, fast, animal fucking too. We will get to that.”

She then grabbed the base of my cock with her hand and took the head back into her mouth, alternately sucking and licking it. I stood there feeling the warmth of her mouth and the sensation of her touch. It was making sense, enjoy the feeling.

She began to lightly stroke the base of my cock and started to take more of me into her mouth, moving in sync with her hand. I was moaning at the feeling and sensation. Maybe I was beginning to understand. I wanted to get off, to fuck her, to slam against her body, but this was an amazing feeling.

Moving her hand from my cock to my balls she began squeezing and massaging them again as she took me deeper into her mouth. Soon her face was buried at the base of my cock which now was completely in her mouth and throat. Judy kept this up for a couple of minutes, taking me all in and holding it, then pulling up to the tip to catch her breath and then fully swallowing my cock again. I was getting totally lost in the feeling of her swallowing my cock and playing with my balls when she suddenly stopped.

Pulling her mouth off of me she looked up and asked, “You ready to fuck my face?”

Taking my cock I rubbed it against her lips and cheek, “Yes you were about to make me explode.”

Judy got on the bed and laying on her back, hung her head over the edge. I would figure out shortly that this was the perfect angle to fuck someone in the mouth. Reaching out to my cock she pulled me to her mouth running her tongue down it till she reached my balls. She pulled my cock up and opening her mouth took my balls in her mouth, first one then the other. She slowly stroked my cock and alternated sucking my balls. What an amazing feeling, no one had ever done that to me. Feeling my balls in her warm mouth were really getting me worked up.

Pushing me back with her hand on my cock she slid her head over the edge of the bed and placed my cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked lightly on it. She released my cock and began to rub her hands over her tits. I watched fascinated as she played with herself and slowly began to slide my cock deeper into her mouth. Soon my balls were resting on her nose my cock embedded in her throat. I could see the bulge in her throat where my cock sat. One of her hands moved to her pussy as I began to slowly fuck her face. Looking down I could tell she had two fingers already buried in her pussy. The sight of her fingering her self and playing with her tits coupled with the warmth of her mouth were making me ready to cum again. I placed my hands on the sides of her head and began to pick up the pace in fucking her face. Slobber was running out of the corners of her mouth. Looking down her she now had three fingers buried in her pussy and was fingering herself furiously while pinching her tits.

I could not hold back any longer and drove my cock as deep as I could into her mouth, my cock in her throat. Her throat bulged and I began to shoot cum straight down it. This sent her over the top and she crammed her fingers deep in her pussy and began to shake, her legs stiffening and her body trembling as the orgasm swept konya escort over her. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and reached up to push lightly on my thigh. I pulled my cock back from her mouth and she took a couple of deep breaths.

“Fuck, you came straight down my throat. No one has ever dumped their whole load down my throat, it was amazing. I came so hard with you doing that.”

“It was a first for me too and felt so fucking great. I could see my cock pulsing in your throat.”

Judy moved up to the head of the bed putting her head on a pillow. I got on the bed and laid next to her. She brought her pussy soaked hand to my mouth. I opened my mouth and began to lick her fingers clean. Her pussy juice tasted great. I was going to have to get more of it some other time.

Just before we fell asleep Judy told me that she had to meet some friends for breakfast in the morning. If she was gone I needed to lock the door if I had to leave. We fell into an exhausted from sex sleep.

I woke up at about 7:00 in the morning needing to piss. Getting up from the bed I made my way to the bathroom and took care of business. Coming back to the bed I could see Judy lying there naked on her side, her back to me. Looking at her ass and thinking what we had done the night before made my cock start to harden. Moving back onto the bed, I moved in behind her with my hardening cock resting in the space between her asshole and pussy. I reached over her and placed my hand over her pussy slowly beginning to move a finger up and down it. She stirred slightly and moaned quietly. Slowly she began to get wet and my finger slid across her pussy smoothly. Soon I put two fingers into her increasingly wet pussy. My cock was now fully hard and she began to lightly hump my fingers.

Judy bent slightly at the waist opened her legs further by bringing her right leg up and resting on my leg. Reaching between her legs she grabbed by cock and brought it to the entrance of her pussy. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and she pushed back against me, my cock sliding into her pussy. I was fucking her from behind again, grabbing her hips and pushing my cock into her. Still reaching between us she began to squeeze my balls as my cock worked in and out of her slick hot pussy.

“Oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she gasped.

I picked up my pace, grabbing her hips and ramming my cock as far and hard into her as I could. She released my balls and reached back to pull me deeper into her. I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I could, driving deep into her pussy.

“Cum in me, cum in my pussy,” she panted as she pushed hard against my cock.

Holding her hips tightly I pulled her to me pushing my cock as deep as it would go into her as I began to fill her pussy with cum. Feeling my cock throb in her sent her over the edge as an orgasm swept over her. We both laid there trying to catch our breaths our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat.

My cock began to soften and plopped out of her trailing a string of cum and pussy juice.

“Wow, wake up sex is amazing. My first time there is a naked woman in the bed and I can fuck her wake up.”

She smiled at me, “It is great to wake up with a cock in you and to start the day with a pussy full of cum.”

Reaching down to her pussy, she scooped up my cum in her fingers and brought them to her lips, licking the hot, sticky mess from her fingers.

“So yummy for breakfast, thank you for waking me up.”

She kissed me on the forehead and hopped out of bed headed for the bathroom. I could hear the shower starting as I laid there thinking about what had gone on in the past few hours. It really sucked that I could not tell anyone about it (till now), but I knew if I wanted it to continue I had to keep it to myself.

When she finished showering we discussed getting together more during the summer. I had to go out of town for a couple of weeks but agreed to call her when I got back or sooner. Was really looking forward to my next lesson.

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What a week! We were both so tired of the week we had to get out and let off a little steam. So, I decided we should go out for a while, and since it was so warm out, we should take the motorcycle.

I had been buying you all sorts of little sexy outfits I liked to see you in. Things that the bitch of an ex-wife I had would never wear, but you were more than happy to model them for me.

Things, clothes, lingerie, skirts, baby doll tops, thigh high stocking with garters, thigh high boots with spiked stiletto heels, that hugged your legs…all kinds of little things, but you just blew me away when I saw you all dressed up, like you did every time.

There you stood before me with that leather skirt on; the back of it was shaped to show off that ever so sexy tattoo you have on your lower back. Black fishnets on, with those black fuck-me boots, and that sexy white baby doll shirt, showing that sweet little belly of yours. You had that hair pulled back, showing that face of an angel you have. Damn, you made my cock swell.

You turned around wiggled that ass of yours for me, showing off how good you looked. It was all I could do to keep from stripping you down right there and stuffing my face into that box of yours. But I would wait; I had an evening planned for us.

You asked me what we were doing, and I told you we were just going out to the local hangout bar to meet up with a few friends, and listen to a band for a bit.

It wasn’t the greatest club out there, but for our medium sized down it wasn’t bad. It was a split-level, and on the main floor a sunken pit area and the band played above that.

The band that night was a Nine-Inch Nails cover band. You kind of smirked, but agreed to go anyway. I rolled that ever sexy red Ducati out of the garage, you climbed aboard, and with the push of a button, it rolled over and rumbled to life.

As I revved it slightly to warm it up, you could feel those vibrations on your scantly clad little pussy, hitting you right on your clit. I thought I could feel you get a small shiver back there as I revved it. So we departed in the warm night air.

Well, the club was pretty crowded, as I had expected. The band was shrouded in fog machines, blue and red lights, and a couple of laser shows going We had a couple drinks, talked to a few friends, then the band started.

They were pretty impressive, very loud, and very clear; the sound was punching everybody right in the chest. They opened with a deafening version of “Head Like a Hole”.

I took you out to the dancefloor and pretty soon you felt that familiar feeling, my hands gripping your sweet ass. I pulled you close, making sure you could feel how hard I was as I pressed against you, watching that luscious body of yours sway.

Soon I was kissing your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent, and my hands were getting bolder, squeezing you tighter, and even working around to the front of you from time to time, almost touching your sweet little pussy.

I worked you back into a corner, where I thought nobody could see, and started feeling up under your skirt. I had my hands on ordu escort your fish net covered ass, feeling your hot skin, and you were clenching that ass as my hands roamed over you.

This was making me harder, and I squeezed your ass and pulled you into my hard on, making that little mound of yours grind against my stiffening member.

This sensation was great, but I wanted to touch that bare skin on your ass. So I tried to work my hand down the waist of that little skirt, but it was just too damn tight! Good thing the zipper was in the back.

Slowly I started unzipping it until my hand fit comfortably between your skirt and those black stockings. I pinched your ass a couple times; you giggled and jumped a bit.

I repositioned my hand so now I was inside of your stockings, against your hot, tender white ass. As we danced close I held my hand right on the crack of your ass, resting fingers on both cheeks, with my middle finger between them.

Now your head was buried against my neck, and I could feel your hot breath running across my skin. With each new grasp of my hands on your ass you would let out a little moan.

With each beat of that NIN cover band, my hand met their tempo, and worked your little butt over.

They were playing “Closer” now. Every time that chorus started “ I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal….” I would work my middle finger a little lower down your crack.

Your body was so hot now, you were lightly sweating all over and I could feel your heat pressing against me.

Very soon I ran my finger across your sweet rosebud, lightly tickling it and again you lightly jumped forward, leaning into me even harder. I reached just a little farther and found the opening to that sweet pussy of yours. My God, it was soaking wet, it was dripping with your nectar.

Instinctively, I inserted my finger in you and you bit me on the neck as you moaned with pleasure. I let you wiggle with my finger in you for a minute, and then I slid it out, gathering up some of your juices and rubbed them across your pink little puckered rosebud.

I rubbed that slippery juice all over those tender wrinkles, and at the right moment, I started inching my finger into your quivering ass. It gave way, and I slid past the first knuckle, on my way to the second.

Finally the base of my finger was pressing against that tight little ring muscle of yours. You were moaning into my ear, telling me what a nasty, nasty son of a bitch I am, making you get all hot and bothered with all the nasty things I was doing to you, but you loved it, and we both knew it.

With that middle finger assault on your anus, I then decided to double penetrate you, and I slid my index finger back into that pussy of yours, and rubbed both fingers together through your walls.

Now you almost screamed into my ear that I was a bad motherfucker and I was about to make you cum all over my fingers. Out of the corner of your eye you saw another couple grinning as I was fingering you, and that was it, you clenched osmaniye escort your pussy and your ass and you came all over my fingers.

It was short and sweet, but you came hard for me. As soon as you recovered you said you thought we should be heading out, so we said our good byes, and were out the door.

On our way to the bike in the dimly lit parking lot I popped you on the ass a few time and was telling you just what a naughty little girl you were and that you that you were really going to get it when we got home.

But, I wasn’t done with you here yet. We were almost to the bike and there was a truck parked there, with its tailgate down. You were still a little woozy from the first time that you came and you were fairly surprised when I grabbed you from behind, placed your hands on the tailgate and lifted up that little skirt exposing a very soaked little pussy.

I could barely see it in the light, glistening with your juices, but it was obstructed some with those stockings, so that had to go. In a quick motion, I tore a small hole in them, and the next thing you knew my mouth was devouring that sweet pussy of yours.

Your juices were flowing all over my lips and down my chin and dripping off. You were moaning and whimpering. Your knuckles were turning white as you were gripping that tailgate and enjoying the moment.

You thought you heard people saying.”Would you look at that!” and “Oh my god, I cant believe they are doing that” But, you were not sure what you heard because right at that moment you felt me slide two fingers into that wet love tunnel of yours.

You groaned, and clamped down on them, and I could feel your pussy muscles beginning to contract deep inside, you were on the verge of another orgasm.

You could feel your body spasming, I could tell too, so just to push you over the edge, I worked another finger into you and that was it, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You could feel your pussy beeing stretched to its limits, and you exploded with that feeling.

Once you calmed down, you had to have a cigarette, so I turned you around, and set you on the tailgate, and held you as you relaxed and breathed deeply.

Your giggle broke out into a laugh, and you told me how everybody thinks I am so quite, shy and reserved. How little they knew. Finally, we made our way to the bike. Your legs were a bit weak, we laughed about it, and then rode off.

All the way home your clit was so sensitve, and now it was hot, swollen and pressed firmly against that seat, allowing all those vibration to make it tingle.

I was thinking all the way home how I want to get a hold of those breasts of yours, to suck on those nipples, making them soo hard. Then thinking of the finale for the night, of my cock plowing in and out of that wet little pussy of yours, and just how I had planned to do that.

We made it to the garage, the door opened automatically, and we were in. We ducked a little to go under the hoist that was there to lift the bike when working on it.

We got off the bike, but didn’t go in the house yet, I sinop escort said I wanted to check something. I asked you to help, and hold this cord for me, but that’s not what it was for.

I quickly wrapped your wrists with it, and lifted your hands over your head and tied you to the hoist. You were a little stunned, not frightened, because you knew I would never do anything to hurt you, but you were still shocked at the turn of events.

You started to ask me what I was doing, but I kissed you quickly, and deeply, tasting that sweet tongue of yours. Then I lifted that top off, and took one of your breasts into my mouth, sucking it very firmly and pinching your nipple with my lips and your other nipple I was pinching between my fingers.

That hand left your breast for a moment, and unzipped that little black skirt. It dropped to the concrete floor. I wasn’t as careful with your stocking. I tore them away, totally exposing your nude body, hanging in the garage as I masterfully sucked your sweet tits.

You were sure this was another time where I was going to tease the hell out of you before I ever stuck my cock in you, but that wasn’t the case tonight.

I reached up, and undid you from the hoist, but left you’re wrists bound, and layed you across a chair I have in the garage, with your ass planted firmly against my crotch.

You were still in oblivion from the titty massage my mouth and fingers had given you, but you could feel that I had dropped the old Levi’s and my cock head was exploring between the cheeks of you ass.

I parted your thighs with my knees, and took hold of my cock, and slid it up and down your wanting pussy. You wiggled all over it. I wasn’t going to waste anytime. I took hold of your hips, and sunk my cock to the hilt.

You screamed in pleasure as it hit bottom. At first I pumped you with long, slow strokes. Gliding in and out of that glory hole, feeling your pussy contract, milking my cock like your well-trained hands and mouth do.

You were moaning something like “Oh God, You Filthy Fucker, Fuck My Pussy, Fuck My Drenched Pussy…Oh yeah”; your body was just moaning, and churning. That little pussy was on fire. Finally I gave way to faster strokes, and you were pumping me back, slamming against me…

I knew I was almost to that point of no return. That’s when I let it all go, gripped your hips as firmly as I could, holding your flesh in my hands.and pumped you with blurring furry.

I was going faster than ever…balls were slapping your clit, and that pussy started to cum, all over my cock. At that point you were yelling, “Fuck Me! Fuck ME!!! Fuck ME!” over and over.

My ball sack drew tight, and I erupted within you. I was spraying so hard, so hot, spraying your cervix with my hot semen.

When you felt those spurts, you came instantly again, your pussy gripped me so hard that air was escaping around my cock every time you clenched me, making my orgasm even harder hearing that incredible erotic sound, your pussy farting, around my cock, with all those juices flowing.

You were totally spent on that one, hell, so was I! I remember helping you up, untying your hands, and carrying your beautiful naked body to the bedroom.

I laid you in our bed and curled up beside you…you rustled around a moment, kissed me, and ran your fingers through the hair on my chest a time or two, and we drifted off to a very blissful sleep.

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I had just broke up with my fiancee and was feeling really down. Some friends tried to cheer me up by taking me out to the bars and trying to help me relocate the carousing of my youth. All it succeeded in doing is making me more miserable and very drunk. I had a little bit of fun, but I just couldn’t escape the dread and regret of a four-year relationship dissolving.

I was so inebriated, I was afraid to drive home. Many of the friends had either moved on or gone home with their catch of the evening. Just as I was about to call a cab, I noticed a local underground newspaper in a rack by the phones. I dropped the coins in the newsprint vending machine instead of the phone and pulled out a copy. I was incredibly intrigued, but it was too noisy in the bar so I headed outside.

I sat in one of the café chairs on the verandah and began reading. I discovered an incredible world that existed in the night-life and underground of my quaint little city. Everything from escorts to swingers to alternative lifestyles were fully described in this small “news-rag.” I looked up from my reading and noticed that one of our city’s finer hotels was just down the block from the club I had been in. Being desperate and dateless, I had plenty of disposable income and was in no condition to drive home, so I decided on impulse to check into one of the suites for some pampering to ease my somber mood. It was the first decision in an a series of actions that would lead me on an odyssey, that until a few weeks ago, I never would have even dreamed of.

Tucked safely in my well appointed room, I took a long hot shower to chase the beer-funk away. I ordered some room service and began reading my new scandal sheet. As my eyes devoured the stories I saw an ad for in-call massage and decided to splurge on the pampering. I had no idea what I had just decided to do. Suffice it to say. . .no, upon second thought, I think I should let this story unfold simply.

At about 1:30 A.M. there was a polite knock on the door to my suite. I went to the door not sure what to expect. I was stunned by the lovely young woman that managed to maintain a goddess glow even with the fish-eye distortion of the security peep-hole in the hotel door.

I met a wonderful young woman named Jaimee. She was very clever witted, yet kind and personable. She was a nursing student working her way through college. She proceeded to give me the most incredible massage I ever experienced. Her fingers worked magic on my weary muscles and aching bones. She was also a wonderful listener. I was able to commiserate with this lovely young lady as her talented hands slid over my body and gently soothed me.

At one point she suggested I get more comfortable and had me totally remove the robe I had been in. She covered my buttocks with a towel and proceeded to give my legs feather-like caresses that made me giddy. I could not believe this happy situation I was in. She smiled down at me and asked if she could get more comfort and I mumbled into the pillow that I had no complaints-just praise. I turned slightly and watched as she deftly slid from her athletic training suit. Her sports bra and panties looked like a swimsuit. In my state I could not help but to admire her incredible beauty. She was in excellent shape and had a Baywatch cuteness that was adorable and quite a bit sexy. Her face was expressive and perky; her 5’10” body was very curvaceous with small, natural pert breasts; her skin was tan and firm and she had the sleek build of a swimmer; this was all accented by her long curly blonde hair, and emerald colored eyes.

I found myself fantasizing as she ran her fingers along my body. It almost seemed as if she was trying to tease me. I felt her long nails slide under the towel a number of times. I began to get an erection that sprung slightly out and was forced back from the mattress to bend backwards between my thighs. Then I felt something that nearly made me cum. Her fingers began etching small circles along the part of the shaft and hood that was exposed.

She cleared tokat escort her throat demurely and asked me if I wanted to turn over. She informed me if I did, that I would need to pay for another half hour session.

A no-brainer – my cock and wallet answered before my brain.

Jaimee then proceeded to apprentice me in the fine art of escort services. She was a wonderful conversationalist that made eye contact–no bored or rushed tip negotiation. She, in fact, said that she would always work for the agency fee and a matching tip. Her logic–this was a smart one–was that she would rather charge a little less and establish repeat business. The end result is that I paid $120.00 for full service (and would only pay $160.00 each later visit). She was polite and kind, and seemed to commiserate with my grief at losing my fiancee Kaitlyn.

She deftly removed her own clothing and the wonderful body I had fantasized about was revealed. A mischievous glimmer flashed in her eyes, “Let me help you forget about Kaitlyn for a while,” she whispered when she stooped down and removed the towel altogether. She admired my cock candidly. She became intimate with it, her fingers slowly stroking every curve and ridge. I closed my eyes and laid back, savoring every sensation. She performed a magical condom trick with her mouth flawlessly–had it not been fluorescent green I would have never noticed.

Her mouth was incredibly hot and tight. She made little cute gurgling noises and gazed up at me with green eyes. I almost shot my load. She must have sensed it and effectively administered a perfect squeeze technique to back down my orgasm.

“Not yet” she mouthed. “If you cum now I won’t be able to feel that wonderful cock inside me.” Ahh customer service!

She pushed me back on the bed and caressed me softly, keeping me hard but relaxing me. Her trimmed pussy looked delectable. She saw my hungry stare and smiled as she deftly mounted my face. Her pussy was clean and almost sweet tasting. She had a small peach tattooed on her hip–and that is what her pussy tasted like–warm Georgia peaches.

She rode my face moaning and grunting, then fell forward and began to suck my cock again as I drank in her flowing juices. It was my first experience with female ejaculation. I began to buck my hips into her swirling mouth, and she knew I wanted to cumm. She lifted off my face and plopped her thighs down on my lap. My cock slid deep inside her slack pussy. At first I thought I found a flaw–her pussy was too big. Then she scooted up and flexed her hips. Her pussy constricted tightly around my cock. It was like she was a virgin. She kept her cunt so tight I could fuck her without the constant sensation of needing to cumm.

“Mentally I wanted to cumm very badly! She sensed it and lifted off of me. This is a one time thing, so enjoy it.”

I was confused. Then I looked up. She pulled the condom off and proceeded to suck my member uncovered. I came instantly. She swallowed nearly every drop, some of it dribbled down her chin. She informed me that she only does that for her boyfriend, and that in the future I will always have to use a condom. She just thought I needed a special extra measure of TLC.

Needless to say I am now a loyal customer. I tipped her an extra $50.00 and she blushed–actually blushed. How refreshing.

After a few repeat sessions she asked me if I had ever made love to more than one woman at a time. I promptly responded with the truth: no. She explained that she had a sister that works with her. It would cost a little extra money: Five hundred dollars. I hesitated. Was this getting out of hand? Did I have an addiction? Was this wrong? Those objections quickly faded. Microsoft had fallen on hard times. I decided it was time to liquify one of my accents. The pun is intended. It was after all, the best money I have ever spent.

As promised, I scheduled the sister team. I almost balked at this. It seemed like a great deal of money to blow in one evening, but then I remembered that yozgat escort I had once wasted more money watch the Patriots lose a Superbowl, so I gathered up my nerve and made a decision after I did the math. You can see either sister for about $160.00 for about an hour of pure delight. You can visit with both for 90 minutes and pay only $500.00 and in return you experience pure nirvana.

It turned out that her sister Terese, is her older sister that introduced her to the business. When I first met Terese, I was very impressed with her easy-going personality. She was very attractive and personable. Not only was she even more beautiful, she was cordial, yet very skilled. I could not drag my eyes from her when I met her. Terese was 5’7, and had that pouty Heather Thomas look that was the dream of all teens from my generation. She was built quite voluptuously, and with one glance you could tell you how many hours she spent in the gym. She even had those enticing ripples up her torso that lead right into her ample, but natural breasts. Her legs were very shapely. They were also well-muscled and flexible. I later found out that she rides horses on the family farm in Arcanum. Her wide brown eyes made me melt, and I hung on every word she spoke. It was more than I had ever dreamed possible. I was suddenly glad I had spent the money.

I had come to learn that sometimes a nice touch is better than even a cash tip for the ladies. Since I was investing a little money I decided to go all out with a suite at the Inn, complete with chilled wine, candles, strawberries, and a hot tub.

It was a smart decision. The two stunning ladies were actually on time. They smiled at all the soft touches I prepared in the room and cooed at the site of the large bubble bath already drawn in the hot tub.

Terese started flirting with me the moment the room door closed. She eyed me up and down and winked at her sister, “So this is the guy with the incredible cock?”

This may have been an old escort device, but it worked on me. My cock twitched in my chinos. Terese eyed the bulge and glided toward me while her sister took the credit card and phoned the agency. Terese’s fingers deftly slipped over the bulge and she tugged on my cock through the cotton.

She smiled over at her sister. Her sister finished the “booking” by informing the agency they were finished for the evening.

As soon as Jaimee hung up the phone, Terese was sliding her hand inside my pants. She twisted her thumb in a quick dervish, and my pants fell to my ankles. Before I could moan, her mouth had covered my cock. I looked down after catching my breath seeing that she had sheathed it in a bright orange rubber. She stopped and hovered, fixed me with a devilish smile and whispered, “I love orange sherbert.”

Her doe-like brown eyes grew big, and she licked my cock like a huge ice cream treat. I had to sit down on the edge of the dresser when Jaimee joined her in a seductive kneeling position. Terese moved to tickling my balls with her quick pink tongue while Jaimee swallowed my cock in four or five long drafts.

I moaned and could feel the pressure build. Terese nudged Jaimee to the side and grabbed the tip of my frenulumn and squeezed, backing my orgasm off. Then she grasped root of my balls and tugged as Jaimee resumed sucking my bright orange cock. Terese began showing Jaimee a number of techniques for delaying and causing a man’s orgasm.

Her delightful ministrations were driving me insane. I literally did not know if I was cumming or going. Terese sensed my distress, and told Jaimee that she would usually give her regular customers a quick orgasm through a blow job, and then a second “nut” that was much slower and drawn out via what she describe a “long, slow, hard fuck.”

Just as she was about to demonstrate, Jaimee asked her to teach her about “hummers.” Terese pulled off my rubber and examined my cock.

“It is awfully thick. I don’t know if I can do it.”

Listening to her heap accolades on my cock bewildered zonguldak escort me. I never thought of myself as big. It was a modest 7.25 inches, but it was rather thick and the head had mushroomed to even larger than I ever recall it being. Terese seemed doubtful, but willing. I found myself wondering what a “hummer” was. I had always assumed that it was just another term for oral sex. I was about to be educated.

With slow effort, Terese began sucking my cock again, sheathless! She worked in and out very slowly, breathing carefully. Watching the intensity of her effort bewitched and stirred me. She began to nudge the tip of my cock at the back of her throat with each stroke. She adjusted her mouth and soon I felt my cock nudge past her jaws and down into her gullet. She moved it very slowly and breathed through flaring nostrils. I could literally feel the head of my cock slip into her throat. She relaxed her breathing and then suddenly I felt the most peculiar sensation I have ever experienced. I subtle warm tingling sensation like gentle electric waves washed over every crag and crevice of my cock. The sensation grew more and more intense, and seemed to make my cock vibrate in her tight, but slippery mouth. I looked down and realized she was actually humming. The louder she hummed, the more incredible the sensations. I exploded in her mouth. White cumm gushed out of my cock as she pulled her mouth free. Jaimee joined her in sucking the spurting top of my cock. I continued to cumm is several ropey spasms that launched ribbons of white cumm on their lips and chins. I then collapsed in utter exhaustion.

I napped briefly, but woke up to the sound of the two sisters frolicking in the bubble bath. They were sloshing about in the tub, attempting a splashy 69 with out much luck. I rose from the bed and brought the strawberries and ice bucket. I poured them each a glass of wine and fed them strawberries. I then helped them balance in the sudsy water and the two sisters began to tongue each other’s pussy with great enthusiasm. It was not an act. I lent a helping hand and decided to tease Terese a little to return the favor. I taught her sister how to finger her g-spot while sucking on the clit. Terese had an intense orgasm that splashed half of the water from the tub. . .in fact we proceeded to trash the poor hotel room with “swinging form the chandelier” type sex.

Eventually we actually ended up on the bed. Jaime sat on my face and I ate her peach scented cunt into oblivion. She held onto the bed backboard and literally scooted an orgasm across my hungry face. Meanwhile Terese muttered something about “dying to get this cock inside” her and she squatted her thighs over mine and mounted my cock like the pro she obviously was. She twirled and swiveled like I was a bronco. She grunted and screamed profanities. It was a very hard fuck. It was a dirty all balls kinda fuck. I loved every minute of it. I decided I would probably need a chiropractor by the time the evening was over.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the ladies presented me with a double decker pussy sandwich. Terese spread on the bed and Jaimee draped her lean frame over top of her. I was presented with a dual deck muff. I licked them in long double tongue lashes, paying them both back for the hummer.

I fingered both pussies, teasing both g-spots until they begged me to fuck them–there is no pleasure greater than making a professional beg. I dipped between the four writhing legs and I alternated sliding deep inside each woman. I came very quickly, but it was like shooting blanks. I was drained and exhausted.

They tried to tease my flaccid, worn out cock, back to life, but it just wasn’t to be. I patted each of them on the ass and rolled over. They showered and cleaned up. Each lady kneeled on the bed and made mock apologies for wearing me out. I kissed each of the ladies and handed them a handful of cash. Terese counted it and said it was too much. She gave me most of it back and said I should save it for next time. She also admonished me to get to the gym and take plenty of vitamin E, before I booked another session.

The money I paid was worth the happy slumber I indulged in for the next 13 hours. To be honest, I am not sure if I am man enough to handle both of them again, but I would be happy to die trying.

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I looked at my watch to discover that it was Thursday at 10:00 am. I had really slept hard for the past six hours or so, but I awoke totally refreshed and ready for the day, until I turned over. I had expected to find Sandy in the birth with me, but she wasn’t there.

I quickly looked around the cabin and my eyes came to rest on the most erotic form I had ever seen. There, standing at the galley sink was the most beautifully built woman in the world wearing silver colored silk running shorts and t-shirt cut off just below the level of her breast. She obviously wasn’t wearing anything that would cause lines though her clothing. Her bottom was so firm that panties would have had difficulty making a line anyway. I could see the full, incredibly smooth, and full round of the bottoms of her breast under the t-shirt since I was laying lower that she was.

I watched her for a few moments. It was pleasing to see her stand on the teak deck with her left bare foot on the floor and her right foot on the inside of the left calf. I could see the muscle in the ass flex as she shifted slightly with the subtle roll of the boat. The position of her legs held the shorts open just enough that I thought I would get a good look at her vulva, but it didn’t open quite enough. I could feel the tightening in my groin as I thought about it.

I didn’t want to start this particular day off with a raging hard so I changed my thoughts and got up. I only had on my running shorts and no underwear so anything I did would be very obvious, in the way of an erection. I walked up behind her and she turned her head up and over her right shoulder to be kissed.

“I fixed your bathing suit.” She said as she handed the nylon shorts to me.

I liked the nylon because it would dry fast. I looked inside and found that the lining had been removed. It was done so cleanly that there wasn’t any evidence that it had ever been there. The shorts I had on were almost identical except the material. I looked back at her.

“You always have that monster of yours wadded up so tight it can’t be comfortable. I thought it was time for you to give it some freedom. Besides, when you get a hard-on it’s forced down and that’s not where it would like to be.” She said with a look of defiance.

“Alright, I’ll wear them. What the hell I don’t have anything to hide from you. Since you like it I don’t care what anyone else thinks. It’s amazing to me how many people think it’s wonderful to have a really big penis. They don’t realize the problems that come with it.” I said off handedly.

“What kind of problems?”

“Well, for one thing the head seems to be in the wrong position no matter where I put it. It rubs on the material of any pants I wear and causes it soreness and irritation that just gets worse and worse until something changes. Sometimes I can get rid of it by changing underwear. I always have it bent in some un-Godly manner that causes it to hurt like hell if is sit wrong or ride a bike for a long time or anything that can cause irritation makes the skin raw. Then it takes days and sometimes weeks to heal. The real problem is that I can’t solve the problem because what causes continues in another position. Then, there is always the pretty girl problem. Getting an erection with it bent is really painful.” I replied.

Sandy was laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked feeling that she wasn’t taking me seriously.

“I should charge you a doctor’s fee. I fixed all of that with your new swim suit.” She replied with a chuckle. “I know what you mean about irritation. With the head of my clit outside the hood all of the time it rubs any material around it, whether it’s a bikini or a skirt. Then there is the problem of the ring. It causes so much sensitivity that when an irritation starts the sensation increases and walking becomes a chore.”

“The solution is simple.” I replied.

“What’s that?”

“No cloths. Maybe Sue has the same problem since she likes to be naked so much of the time.” I said.

“Pull your shorts down!” She ordered in a very hard and demanding voice.

I thought about it a moment and wondered if I had gotten into something I really didn’t want anything to do with. I had heard about dominant women who liked to punish men, and I wasn’t built that way. Any amorous thoughts I might have had immediately disappeared as I tried to get my rising anger under control. I didn’t like being ordered around. I had enough of that in the Navy.

“Please?” She asked in a tiny little voice. “Give me the benefit of the doubt and trust me.”

For whatever reason I did as I was told and pulled my shorts down. Sandy picked up a ruler from the counter top and held it alongside my penis.

“Ah, five inches flaccid. That means it should be about eight inches erect.” She said with a grin. “I’m sorry for the way I talked, but I had to get any thoughts of sex out of you mind, but just for the moment. I spent some time studying about men between the bad times and getting interested in you.”

“You did that. I was ready to fight. mecidiyeköy escort Do you mind it I put my pants back on now?”

“Only it you feel you have to. I like you naked. You have a really good build. After last night I wouldn’t think you had any modesty left with me.” She teased.

I reached over and picked up my altered swim trunks and slipped into them. They were very comfortable and adequately covered my genitals. I had to admit she had a good idea as long as I didn’t let my mind get the best of me.

“Let’s spend the day exploring. How’s that sound to you?” She suggested.

“Sure. What do you want to explore first?”

“How long your cock is when it’s really hard. Lay down on your back and I’ll start the exploration.”

Not only did I lie down, partially, I took back off my swim trunks. Sandy sat on her heels beside me and slowly slid her hand up and down the under side of my cock. It didn’t take long for it to react. She then leaned over and licked the same area she had just rubbed with her hand. I was ready to cum and it wasn’t even erect all the way.

Sandy watched it fill up and removed her tongue and her hand. I wanted more, not less. She pulled it straight up and pulled the skin down tight against the head. It felt great. She squeezed the shaft between her thumb and fingers testing for hardness. Then let it lay back down on my stomach.

I reached out to touch her breast, but she drew back so I got the point that she didn’t want them touched right then. I was starting to feel tortured. I wanted to know what she was intending to do to me. All I was interest is was that she got me off. She leaned over me, and without touching me with her hand put her mouth over the head of me from under the head, just touching the head and not the skin on the shaft. That was enough to drive a man crazy. She tested it with her fingers again and seemed satisfied.

“How long do you think it is?” I asked her.

Without saying anything she slid the ruler under it down to the base so that it was lying on top of the scale. “Wow! It’s just over ten inches.” She informed with a big grin on her face.

Sandy held the ruler against her stomach and slid the end into her shorts. When she had it in the position she wanted she put her finger where the ten-inch mark came. It wasn’t that much under her diaphragm. I wondered how she could breath with all that in her while we were making love.

Sandy put the ruler down and leaned back over the head. She put her mouth on the head and sucked it in. It filled her just short of stretching her jaws uncomfortably wide. Holding the whole head in the mouth she pulled it up straight so I could see it entering her mouth. I was just about out of control. I started bucking my hips trying to insert more of me in her mouth, but she rode with it and didn’t let me have any friction at all. She just sucked the head. She reached down and cupped my balls, giving them a light squeeze. I was ready to shoot, and she knew it. She took her mouth off the head and let it fall back to my stomach with a smack. I felt some disappointment in not shooting off in her mouth. I could feel the cum ready to let go, but not quite.

“I read that if a man is brought just to the point of ejaculation, and not allowed to do it that he will have a great deal more ejaculate when he comes later. I seems that this can be done several times to build up to a really large quantity of sperm. I want to explore that.” She said as she stood up beside me.

I sat up and put on my swimming shorts. My erection was extending well past the leg, but it wasn’t being held down. Instead the smooth material slide up it and let it have freedom. I was pleased to find that it was comfortable that way.

With Sandy standing in front of me I reached around her very firm butt and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her on the stomach, which resulted in a sharp intake of breath and a gentle pushing back of my head. I slipped my thumb and forefinger into the legs of her shorts on either side of the groin material. I immediately grabbed her clit ring between my fingers and just held it. It was obvious that her clit was extremely ridged. She held herself very still. I didn’t know if she were in pain or enjoying the sensation. I could feel her quiver and thought I felt her abominable muscles spasm, but I wasn’t sure.

A look at Sandy’s face was interesting. She had the tip of her tongue showing on her bottom teeth and her mouth open as though she were trying to get more air without being obvious. Then it struck me. She had just had an orgasm without any effort at all.

“No fair! I didn’t get a turn and you came without me even having a chance to play.” I complained.

“Don’t worry, I can do it again anytime I want.” She said while still gasping for air and tying to get her respiration under control.

Sandy moved to sit in my lap in a very loving way rather than being sexy. She kiss my lightly on the lips and said, “I love you. If you had three inches instead of ten maslak eskort that would be all right so long as they were our three inches. I’m glad you have a big one and it’s exciting, but that’s not what its all about. It’s being with you. Lets get our snorkeling gear and go ashore. I want to push the cooler so we’ll have cold drinks ashore. I should probably put in towels and a blanket too. I’m going to change to a bikini before we go.”

The Coleman cooler was filed with foam so it could float a large amount of weight and stay sealed at the same time. We put lunch and several ice cold beer in the cooler, covered it with ice from the icebox and then put a plastic bag over it to keep it separate from the clothing and towels we pack on top.

Sandy dove into the water from the cabin top and I lowered her gear down to her. Once she was ready I lowered the cooler to her and it floated about half way out of the water. I put on my gear and jumped in feet first holding my mask as I did.

Once in the water and adjusted to the coolness of the tropical Pacific we were on our way to shore. The surf was up a little from the night before so we had to be careful to get between the waves to keep them from pulling the cooler away from us and spilling the contents across the west end of Molokai.

At the shoreline we backed up the beach with our flippers still on. She was holding one handle and I the other. When we were above the high water mark we took the flippers off and carried the cooler to the base of the closest palm tree.

“Remember when you were chasing me yesterday?”

“How could I forget that?”

“Well, I found what looked like it might be a cave entrance covered with sand. It looks natural and the ocean piled up the sand. You want to check it out?”

“Sure. Let’s leave the cooler here and if it turns out to be anything we can come back for it. How far do you think it is from here?”

“Less than half a mile.” Sandy answered.

I had forgotten about sex for at least ten minutes or so. Following Sandy down the beach and watching that fine ass of hers work as she plowed though the soft coral sand reminded me. I loved the look of her back muscles rippling under the skin as she swung her arms to keep from falling when she stepped on a piece of lava rock or something sharp. I really did love her too, and not just for the sex, thought I had no intention of giving that up.

In about a half mile, as she had said, we came to a small cliff, no more than twenty feet high. At the bottom of the cliff was a dark slit that looked as though it might well be the opening to a cave. We were at least twenty feet above the ocean so we didn’t feel threatened by water intrusion.

With much excitement we got on our hands and knees in front of the opening to look inside. There was a fresh breeze flowing out of the hole as we looked in. We both started pulling the sand out of the opening with our bare hands. The sand was soft and smooth with no rocks to jam our fingers on so it didn’t take very long to get an opening large enough to crawl into the cave.

I went in first and found a rather large opening. It dropped down from where we were digging for about four feet and at that point was large enough to stand up. I helped Sandy through the hold and she was delighted with our find. The cave tapered to the surface about twenty-five feet shoreward of where we were, and that was where the breeze was coming from.

“Let’s fix the front so no one will notice that we’re in here.” Sandy suggested.

We went back out and smoother the sand down where it had piled from our efforts. Then we put several fairly large rocks about three feet out form the opening, hoping the black of the cave would blend in with the rocks.

Once the entrance was secured Sandy kind of swept out the rocks on the floor and as she said, tidied up the place.

We drifted back to the shoreline on our way back to where we left the cooler. The tidal pools in the lava rocks immediately absorbed our attention. We just made our way along the shore from one tidal pool to another. We were close to each other and frequently made body contact just doing what we were without thoughts of much of anything other than the glory of the day.

We came to a pool that was slightly larger than the others. As usual, when we came near the pool all the fish ran for hiding. In the bottom of that pool was a lobster. We had a lot of fun making fun of the poor hapless creature who had gotten himself land locked in a tidal pool. We took time to wonder how he had gotten there and finally decided to catch him and put him back in the ocean. He was only about four inches long, not counting the antenna.

Deciding to catch the spiny creature and doing it proved to be two different things entirely. The bottom of the pool was covered with sea anemones and seaweed, which made it very slippery. We dodged and grabbed, but the creature really wanted to be left alone and shot itself out of our reach no matter what we did.

“I think fatih eskort he wants to live here.” Sandy said.

“Yea, at least it’s free from predators, except us, and it seems to be able to handle us with ease. Let’s go.” I replied.

We recovered the cooler and hauled it up the beach together. It was fun and we were acting like a couple of kids playing at picnicking. After getting the cooled in the cave we returned to the tidal pools, not yet willing to give up the adventure.

We continued down the beach looking pool after pool until we were about even with a larger and somewhat deeper pool. In that pool we saw a small octopus scurry under a rock in the center of the pool. We had to stop and watch.

The shoreward side of the pool was sand right up to the edge of the pool. We lay on our stomachs and waited. After ten or fifteen minutes we were rewarded by the appearance of a small tentacle from under the rock. First there was one, than there were two, then there was a bulb, which indicated that the animal was coming out. Sandy put her fingers in the water and wiggled them back and forth. Little by little the octopus came out from under his rock and moved across the bottom toward the wiggling fingers.

I put my hand in the small of her back to touch her while she was playing in the water. She was hot to the touch and moist from a light coat of perspiration. She was so smooth to touch that I couldn’t help running my hand down her back and over her bottom. She pretended not to notice.

I turned back to watch the octopus and found that it was only a couple of inches from touching Sandy’s fingers. It was wiggling a tentacle toward her finger and inching forward with the other seven legs at the same time. It finally touched Sandy. She jumped and the octopus ran back to his hole. We both broke out laughing. So much work and patience had been given for that one little touch. I removed my hand and started to rise on all fours to get up.

Sandy rolled partially over and then on impulse reached over and slid her hand inside of my shorts leg. She curled her fingers around my tentacle and gave it a light tug without saying a word. She looked me in the eye to see what my reaction would be then got up. Without a word she went back to the cave. By the time I arrives she had spread out the blanket with the towels as padding to make a comfortable spot to sit. She was beautiful sitting cross-legged Indian style on the blanket. I sat down in front of her in the same position. It didn’t take long for us to be giggling and joking about the love affair she had with an octopus. I told her that the tentacle it had touched her with was the one that contained its sex organ. She was giddy over the whole thing, especially being scared when it touched her.

I was sitting there watching her as her breast moved in the bikini top, all the time growing more and more curious about the nipple rings I could see making an impression on the thin shiny material. She noticed me looking and put her hands on the blanket behind her and leaned back. That made a beautiful pose and I told her so. Her breasts were standing out proud and firm with their hard nipples pressing against the material of her bikini top.

I scooted a little closer until our knees touched. I reached over, leaning forward and put my hands around her back. It was an easy matter to untie the bow that held the top on. Once released her breast shuttered like they had been touched with an ice cube. They stood full and proud with the nipples at full attention and the gold rings through each nipple lying on the smooth flesh below the areolas.

I reached toward her breasts as though I were going to touch the rings, but at the last minute didn’t. I had seen her take a deep breath in anticipation of the touching. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer so that we could lean in and kiss. She and I immediately began playing with each other’s tongue.

I moved back and eased my trunks down over my butt and started pulling them off. Her eyes were focused on the waistband as it slid down and started exposing part of my cock. As she could see the shaft appearing she licked her lips with her eyes never leaving my groin. She reached over and caught the waist of the shorts and pulled them down, but didn’t quite get them past the head of the monster. I pulled them the rest of the way off. My cock was very hard and very heavy. In the position I was in it lay on the blanket pointed straight at her.

Sandy put her knees together and pulled her bikini bottoms off in one motion. It was obvious how wet she was as she lifted off the blanket and her honey leaked out of her onto the blanket, filling the air with the sweetness of her arousal. I loved that aroma.

I put my legs on the inside of her knees and she didn’t resist when I spread her legs apart. I pulled her toward me until the head of my dick was pushing into her entrance. She lifted up just a little so that her pussy was sitting right over the head. It was a wonderful feeling.

I put my legs out straight so she cold slide toward me a little further. When she did I pulled up on the shaft of my cock near her and the head slid into her opening with a tight stretching feeling. It wasn’t the best angle to get deep penetration, but for a couple of inches she was in ecstasy.

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Ben Roberts leaned into the howling wind as he walked down the windswept beach. First day of holidays and a hurricane is approaching! Not that he minded, he quite liked the wild weather and at 18 years he was the only teen in a three family holiday. Although it was the middle of the afternoon it was almost dark, the angry clouds black, heavy and threatening as they folded on each other.

He was about to return home when he saw a shape break from the groin ahead and move. Even at a distance he could appreciate the young, shapely female body when suddenly her beach hat flew from her head and was carried off in the wind. He watched her frustrated lunge and the sag of her body as she realised it was gone forever.

The hat hit the sand and started cartwheeling its way towards him. He quickly ran to try and intercept the hat, sprinting across its path before diving full length to grasp it. Wiping the sand from his body and with the trophy in hand he walked towards the girl. As he got closer he realised she was older than he first thought. Mid 20’s perhaps, very pretty face with long brown hair that hung to her shoulder blades although at that moment simply a tangle being whipped by the wind; she had a teen’s slim body and full breasts covered by a thin T shirt.

“Thank you,” she said smiling at him and turned as he pointed over her shoulder.

“Christ, we’re going to get drenched,” he said looking past her at the sudden torrential rain burst bearing down on them.

“Oh god,” she said as she turned to look. “Quickly, this is my place,” she said indicating the house in the sand-hills further up the beach and they started to run. But they were only half way there when a torrent of rain fell on them. They were absolutely soaked, the rain so heavy they could only see 10 yards in front of them.

Suddenly Ben burst out laughing. He reached out and took her hand slowing to a walk.

“Hahaha” he laughed uncontrollably. “We’re absolutely drenched, we can’t get any wetter so what are we running for?” he cackled.

His laughter was infectious and Deb found herself laughing with him. It was the first time she had laughed in a long time.

He was still laughing as they climbed the steps to her veranda.

“Bloody hell, I’ve never been so wet,” he laughed. “It’s like being in a wet T shirt contest,” he laughed looking at Deb then quickly cringed as he realised his gaff.

Deb stiffened momentarily. “Oh my god,’ she muttered as she looked down at herself; her T shirt virtually transparent and clinging to her full breasts and body left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were drawn to the dark colour of her areolas, visible through the wet cloth and her nipples showing as tight and prominent little buds.

“My god,” she muttered again trying to loosen the cloth but only succeeded in highlighting the shape of her breasts.

She gave a shrug. “Well, the audience would probably boo me off the stage anyway,” she said with a resigned smile. “Anyway, when I woke up this morning I didn’t expect to be standing here discussing the merits of my boobs with a complete stranger,” she said looking at him.

His embarrassment was obvious as he shuffled his feet and stuttered. “I’m sorry … I didn’t mean … I mean, I think you look beautiful. Oh god, I mean …”

Deb smiled, she was touched by his shyness and at his obvious embarrassment. She stopped him as she put a hand on his arm.

She gave a small laugh. “Enough, we need to change out of these wet clothes before we catch a chill. Come inside and I’ll give you a pair of my husband’s shorts and a shirt to wear. He was a bit bigger than you but it will just be a loose fit.”

They introduced themselves and 10 minutes later they had both changed into dry clothes. The rain had ceased temporarily but the wind had increased dramatically, Ben was alarmed at the sound of banging outside the house.

“Pardon me for asking,” he said with a note of concern in his voice. “But have you and your husband made any preparations for the hurricane that’s coming?”

“Hurricane? I didn’t know, I don’t listen to the news much since Mickey…” she paused and took a deep breath before continuing in a subdued voice, “my husband, since Mickey passed away. Is it serious?”

“Yes it is, very serious. Look… ah… my family are holidaying in a house just up the beach. If you want I can check outside and look at what needs to be done in the house for you or I can get out of your way and leave you to it. I’m cool either way but someone has to batten down now,” he said with a sense of urgency.

Deb was a bit uncertain but as the house rattled to a gust of wind she thought it best to take him up on the offer. Ben called his mother and advised her of his whereablouts.

There was a lot to do: shutters, some loose, pots, loose material, it was dark when Ben was satisfied. Then he went indoors looking for emergency equipment.

“What’s that?” he inquired as they went into the garage pointing aksaray escort at a car under a tarpaulin.

“Oh Micky’s pride and joy. He was restoring an old 50’s Cadillac. But…” she said with a resigned shrug of her shoulders.

They didn’t have time to continue. He found the generator, started it up to make sure it was in working order. Found a chain saw, torch and other equipment she might need then laid it all out so they could find it in an emergency.

Suddenly the lights flickered and the house rattled as it was battered by a heavy wind gust. “Bloody hell,” he muttered as he looked at Deb. She couldn’t hide the worried look on her face. He was uncertain what to do.

“Mrs Regan, look I’m concerned for your safety. Whilst I’ve secured most things I can’t just walk away and leave you here alone. This is a real hurricane, anything could happen. I can’t just leave you here alone, is there someone else?”

“No. I’m not leaving my home, I will be alright,” she said uncertainly.

Ben was worried. “I can’t just leave. What to do? Look, I know you don’t know me but I’m a responsible guy. I wouldn’t do anything, wouldn’t do you any harm. It’s up to you but I think it would be best if I stay here tonight just in case something happens. You can set me up where ever you wish, lock your door, whatever but I can’t just leave you here alone,” he said and as if by design a violent gust of wind battered the house, rattling doors and windows.

“Look I’ll ring my mom and you can speak with her,” he said pulling out his cell phone.

Ben rang his mother and explained the situation before handing the phone to Deb.

“Hi Deb,” his mother said. “Look, you are welcome to stay with us. We have room and I know how frightening it can be.”

“Thanks but I can’t leave my house. I have to stay,” Deb responded.

“I understand, I probably would make the same call,” Ben’s mother said. “Look, he’s a good kid, respectful and his offer to help is entirely consistent with his normal behaviour. If you want him to stay I don’t mind and you wouldn’t have to worry about him. I’d kill him if he did anything wrong,” she laughed.

Weighing up the worst of two options she somewhat nervously accepted Ben’s offer. Deb busied herself making dinner for them as Ben went through the house making preparations. It had been almost a year since her husband had been killed on duty in Afghanistan. She had withdrawn from living since that time. She found Ben’s presence both disturbing but also reassuring. Without a man in her life for the past year she found it a little disconcerting that Ben was able to make her laugh and set her at ease. Whilst she was nervous with him she also felt safe, comfortable with his presence. With the hurricane battering her house she was pleased just to have someone around.

The wind and rain intensified. Deb had been stalling for time, they both knew it, but going to her bed seemed to have an element of threat but it was getting late. Ben looked at his watch.

“Look, there’s no point in staying up listening to the wind, it just makes you nervous. We might as well try to get some sleep, or at least some rest – just in case something happens,” he said.

By now the house was taking a constant battering. They had rooms at each end of the house. As Ben headed to his room he stopped as he heard her call.

“Ben,” she said uncertainly.

He stopped and turned. She stood in the corridor, hands clasping together, a picture of uncertainty. He felt a flush of arousal as he looked at her body outlined against the backlight from her bedroom. He could sense her uncertainty. He took one step towards her, stopped, then slowly walked back down the corridor to her.

“I’m frightened,” she said, her voice quivering and he could see the fear in her eyes.

Gently he reached for her and wrapped her in his arms. As he did she felt a surreal sense of warmth, serenity and security. The demons she had carried with her for the last year slowly disappeared and she was surprised to find feelings that she hadn’t had for a long time washing through her body and mind.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. That’s a promise,” he said softly but with assurance.

She stood for a few moments trying to make up her mind then spoke in a small voice. “Ben, I’m so scared … I feel so stupid, I really didn’t know this was coming and now I’m afraid, I’m really afraid to be alone.” she said quietly, a sense of pleading in her voice.

“It’ll be alright,” he said more confidently than he felt as the house rattled to another gust of wind. “I… I suppose I can sleep on the floor in your room if you want. I won’t, you know, I ah, won’t do anything,” he responded. And as he said the words he was conscious of her softness and warmth as he held her.

Her fear outweighed her natural caution. Ben picked up his bedding and spread it out on the floor near her bed. No sooner had they settled when there was an almighty crack amasya escort followed by banging on the roof. Ben jumped up and raced through the house. A branch had broken from a tree and was rolling on the patio roof.

“It’s got to come off or it will tear the roof apart,” he yelled to her as the wind howled around him.

He raced inside for the chainsaw and ladder. As he climbed on the roof he struggled to maintain his balance as he was buffeted by the wind. “What the fuck am I doing here?” he said to himself as the branch twisted, crashing painfully into his ribs. The branch twisted dangerously and his ribs hurt but he made the necessary cuts making the site safe and was relieved to get out of the wind.

When he returned Deb was almost in tears. “You’re hurt,” she said looking at his side where traces of blood showed through the T shirt. Sit down and I will look at it,” she instructed. “Now,” she said sternly as Ben started to protest. “I’m a nurse so just do as you are told,” she said with authority and he raised his hands in mock surrender, a wry smile on his face.

Her training took over and she was all professional. Initially she checked his ribs to make sure nothing was broken and they were both relieved as she told him that his ribs were not broken but they would be sore for a while. Then she moved on to his cuts. Ben could feel his heart rate rise as he responded to the soft touch of her hands on his side. As much as he tried to control his emotions he was embarrassingly conscious of the blood flowing to his penis as it slowly began to stiffen. His mind screamed at her to finish tending to his cuts and scratches but she methodically inspected his side, carefully removing a couple of splinters and ensuring that there were none left.

Ultimately his erection was such that neither could avoid the obvious.

Deb chuckled, “well, it’s nice to see that your mind has its own pain control method.” Instantly the mood relaxed as they laughed together.

“I’m sorry, I never meant…”

“Don’t, as a nurse you would be surprised at how many times I’ve seen that happen. At times you guys seem to be able to forget about pain. I’m used to it,” she laughed as she swabbed his side with antiseptic. But she was very aware of her own response of arousal which she had lost control of.

Her heart was in her mouth when they returned to the bedroom. She stood uncertainly near the side of the bed. In truth she was uncertain of her own motivations as she said “I can’t leave you on the floor, it’s too hard for your side. You will be in pain. Look, I trust you. If you promise not to do anything you can sleep in my bed if you like.”

They were both wide awake as they pulled the covers over themselves. Whilst they started apart with every gust of wind that rattled the house she subconsciously edged closer to him.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright and gave a small cry of despair as something banged loudly into her house. They listened as it scraped and rolled along her veranda.

“Oh my god,” she said in alarm. “What’s that? What are we going to do?” almost in tears.

“Well, it’s pissing with rain so I suppose we could both go outside and have a look. That way we will both get wet and we can have another wet T shirt competition,” he said with mock sincerity.

“Huh?” she muttered uncertainly, then started to giggle. Still giggling she gave him a playful punch to his arm.

“You’re just trying to make me laugh aren’t you?” she said, and he could hear the relief in her voice. “Wet T shirt indeed, is that all you guys think about?” she said laughing then leaned across him. “Thank you,” she said sincerely “for everything,” and gave him a quick kiss.

Ben sat beside her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. She sagged to him and made no attempt to move away as he continued to hold her as they lay back on the bed.

He turned to her. She was quiet, warm; there! She snuggled closer.

His hand slid up her back sending shivers of desire through her. Her body craving a touch that she hadn’t felt for so long. Ben instinctively knew to progress slowly. He made no move sexually, content to rub her back spending an inordinate amount of time gently scratching the small of her back until her felt her relax into him. Only then did he move to her and she was ready for his kiss. Then he moved lower.

He kissed her breasts. Cupping one with one hand he took full advantage, suckling one nipple as his fingers toyed with the other. She sighed with the almost forgotten pleasure. Then her heart beat faster as he settled between her legs, moving her thighs apart he kissed his way down her body. Her heart beat wildly as she felt his progress as he slid down her body and kissed her navel, poking his tongue in her cavern. Then her muscles tightened as he slid lower and kissed her where she had never been kissed before.

Her gasp of surprise was carried away in the whistling of the wind battering her antalya escort house as she tried to manage the hurricane of pleasure whipping through her body.

Her legs opened further of their own volition to give him full access to her charms. Her hands clutched at the edges of her pillow and she moaned uncontrollably as he licked the length of her slit and teased her clit. The fury of the wind outside matched by the intensity of the pleasure his tongue was forcing on her sensitive bud.

He was in no hurry and she didn’t want him to stop as his lips and tongue made love to her. She could feel her sex opening to him like the petals of a flower as he teased her.

“Oh god,” she cried as she arched her back as he brought her to the edge of screaming. Yet he wasn’t ready to give her the relief she so desperately wanted.

Leaving her frustrated he moved back up her body. He kissed her eyes, her nose then a smouldering kiss that parted her lips and lit an explosion of emotions deep inside her.

She slipped her free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. She could feel his weight upon her. She was wet for him as he moved over her.

He placed the tip of his cock so it barely touched the swollen lips of her sex, rubbing the head along the length of her slit. “Oh god, do it, put it in… please,” she pleaded. Then moaned in pleasure as he thrust his hips forward sheathing himself completely within her warmth.

“Oooooooooh, that’s nice,” she groaned quietly in his ear as he sank into her and he could feel her hips rising to meet him as they developed their own rhythm.

He felt a surge of passion as her hands dropped to cup the cheeks of his ass, pulling gently at him as she urged him to fill her. Her moans were becoming more frequent and he knew he had to make it last for her. Then he felt the clutching of her muscles, the tensing of her body before she cried out in passion. He could feel the rhythmic clutching of her body as his own mating urges drove him to completion. His back arched as he thrust deep within her responsive body, the pleasure growing before he erupted, shooting his young sperm into her with a power that he didn’t know he had. Again and again until he lay on her, spent.

He was amazed by the intensity of the feelings of passion she had aroused in him. She was not the first woman he had been with but none had touched him like she did. He dropped his head and tenderly kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear lobes. He had no desire to move from her any more than she had for him to move from her.

Gradually they both became aware of the storm raging outside. She shivered and held him tight.

They made love again before they both fell into a shallow sleep.

She awoke to the sounds of the storm outside and his hand gently fondling her breast. She had a moment of panic at his presence then her memories flooded her mind and she happily surrendered to his gentle touch, spreading herself willingly for him.

Later as Deb made breakfast Ben went to the garage. Uncovering the Cadillac he was impressed at what he saw. The vehicle was being restored and everything arranged in an orderly manner.

He hurried back to Deb excited. “The Caddy, he enthused. I can fix it, I know what to do. I’m a car buff and I’m studying mechanical engineering, I know all about these things. Everything is there. I’ll have it done before I go,” he said enthusiastically.

Deb quaked. The car was Mickey’s pride and joy. The thought of letting someone else work on it unsettled her. She was in two minds but his enthusiasm was overwhelming and she knew that she couldn’t leave it forever. Somewhat reluctantly she agreed. And she smiled to herself at the childlike glint in his eye when talking about the car: just like Micky used to. For the next few days he spent his time alternating between working on the car and making love to her. Although she occasionally felt remorse believing she was unfaithful to Mickey when Ben was inside her he owned her as she gave herself totally to him.

His second last day, he proudly declared that the car was finished. He made arrangements for the wheels to be aligned. They drove into town and dropped the car at the garage. They were having a coffee and sharing a piece of cake. They were talking quietly, he had one hand gently rubbing the inside of her thighs when their intimacy was interrupted.

“Deb, my god, it’s so good to see you, I saw the Caddy as I walked past the garage. I didn’t know what to think, surely it couldn’t be yours but how many pink Caddies are there?” her friend Alicia Mallory said eyeing off Deb and Ben as they sat close together.

“Alicia,” she responded happily. “Come, sit down and join us, we’re just having a coffee,” she said patting the seat next to her. “This is Ben. He’s, ah, staying with me for a while,” she said opening her eyes wide and giving Alicia a cheeky smile.

“Ben’s been working on it all week,” she said not taking her eyes off Alicia. “He’s been amazing.”

Alicia didn’t know what to make of the signals she was receiving from Deb. For the last year Deb had refused all her attempts to help her move on from her grief and here she was smiling, happy and sitting intimately close to a young guy who she had never seen before.

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Jesus, what a let down. I’d met her about two days ago. I was having lunch with a buddy of mine in midtown. We were having our usual after lunch drinks and by the third martini a stunning blonde walked in with a friend. They sat a few seats away at the bar.

“Shit, she’s looking at you,” said Itai. “Say something.”

I glanced down the bar and sure enough this little blonde number with an adorable face framed with a cute little bob smiled at me. Itai, always the pal, did the right thing and started things off by falling on the grenade. He occupied the friend with casual banter making the object of my attention available for me to chat with. Two martinis later I had a phone number and a day after that a date scheduled.

My adulation lasted about twenty-four hours. We went for dinner and she couldn’t have been more of a bore. The thing that intrigued me about her most was the fact that she was the only person I’ve ever met that thinks of office management as a worthwhile career choice. Oh well, I guess I was in for the long haul. Hopefully I could just get out of this with a quick drink and curt “See ya when I see ya.”

The cab ride to 5th street consisted mainly of her expressing her distaste for my CD collection. Considering my tastes range from Weezer to Prokofiev I found this a bit disturbing. By the time we got to the bar I found myself wishing she had forgotten her ID so I could just walk her home and be done with it. But having no such luck we moved past the bouncer and got some seats at the bar.

The benefit of going to the same bar more than twice is that a good bartender begins to get an idea of how strong you need your drink mixed when he sees you. This was a good bartender and a very large Smirnoff martini was prepared for me soon after I sat down. My “date” ordered, of all things, a Midori sour and began to tell me all about what it takes to organize an office of twenty or so clerical workers. When she ordered another my hopes of a quick demise for this mortally wounded affair were dashed. The best thing about the situation was that my date apparently left her party bladder at home and needed to excuse herself to the bathroom halfway through her second drink.

I was giving serious thought to paying the tab and ditching to Itai’s place when I heard over my shoulder “I give you credit.”

I turned to see a reason to stay. She was about a head shorter than me with a smile that cut through the pall of cigarette smoke like a laser. Her thick, straight black hair was pulled back loosely into a ponytail. The way her calf length red dress draped off her shoulders added to the air of calm comfort about her. “I’d never be able to sit through that shit.”

I chuckled. It was the first time I’d smiled in the last four hours with succubus in the bathroom. She looked to her right end then winked at me before taking a seat a few stools away at the bar. My date had emerged from the women’s room and was heading back my way.

My night was looking much brighter. I kept pumping sugary drinks down my date’s throat encouraging her frequent trips to the can. The more she drank the more often she excused herself and the more opportunities I had to continue the wildly engrossing conversation I was having with the radiant woman four feet to my right. Topics ranged from music to movies to books to drug culture, everything. Punctuation came in the form of a sloppy drunk blonde culture sink as she staggered back and forth between the women’s room and the stool on my left. Two bathroom trips in she introduced herself as Millie.

During my date’s fifth trip to the bathroom I looked at şişli escort Miss Right and suggested we find another watering hole. “What, and just leave the poor thing here to fend for herself?” she asked with a grin. “How is she going to get home in that state? Is chivalry dead?” She had a point. Besides, it was way too much fun continuing to get to know her in this intermittent fashion. Something about having to be slick about it had so much appeal.

My date returned and ordered another Midori sour. Half way through it she looked a little unsteady and excused herself to the ladies room yet again. Millie watched her go. “She doesn’t look like she holds her booze too well.”

“I think you’re right,” I replied. “You think she’s okay?”

Millie looked back at me with a look that said “Who the fuck cares.” The grin on her face said nothing but mischief as she said “Well, we can always go and check.” I was way to curious to say no.

We headed back to the restrooms and Millie peeked into the ladies room before pulling me in behind her. I could see my date’s heavy soled Mary Janes in the first stall. Millie leaned in and whispered “It’s pretty quiet, she must be fine. Maybe we ought stick around just in case,” as she slid her hand around behind my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Her teeth bit lightly into my lower lip as she opened her big brown eyes and looked into mine. “I mean, you never know, she could be passed out in there.” We heard the toilet flush and dashed out the door giggling.

Back at the bar it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud as my date returned and informed me about the couple that came into the bathroom while she was in there. “I think they were going to do it,” she slurred into my ear with a drunken grin. “I must have scared them off when I got up to leave. Can you believe it? They were gonna do it right there in the bathroom!”

“Oh?” Said I, “And what makes you think that?” I turned back to my drink and saw Millie holding back a chuckle.

“I heard them whispering and then I heard them kissing.” They way she spoke when she was drunk made me feel like a pedophile for being on a date with her. Luckily she seemed to be switching to water, which would have the same effect on her bladder but reduce the chances of anything truly unsavory happening. Soon enough she was headed back towards the bathroom.

Millie grabbed my hand as soon as my date had passed her and pulled me back towards the ladies room again. Again she peeked through the door before ushering me in. This time she went straight to the open stall next to my dates. Once inside she pulled me in against her and shut the door. Our lips met quickly and she guided my hand up over her breast. My free hand reached up behind her head and grabbed her ponytail as our tongues twisted. Her hands fumbled with my fly as my fingers tugged her dress down as I massaged her breast until her nipple popped free.

Millie moaned as I rolled her nipple between my fingertips. My date giggled in the next stall. Millie glanced quickly towards the divider before smiling at me. Knowing my date was listening turned her on. Her hand had now fully worked its way into my jeans and was stroking my cock. My knees buckled as she leaned forward and whispered “Fuck me while she listens.”

I spun her around as she hiked her dress up to expose her tight round ass. Bent over the toilet she reached back through her thighs and grabbed my shaft to guide into her. I ran my fingers along her wet crotch before peeling her panties aside to reveal the soaking pink folds she was pulling me towards. I beşiktaş eskort yanked on the ponytail wrapped around my fist as I sank into her, pulling her harder against me.

The situation of being in the otherwise occupied ladies room of a crowded Lower East Side bar eliminated all possibility of delicacy. Our goal at this point was strictly to fuck. I grunted as I thrusted into her. Millie yelped as her hips ground against mine. My date gasped in the next stall as she followed along with our every stroke.

The cold air against my slick member jolted me very quickly back to reality. I could hear the toilet in the next stall flushing as I watched Millie spin around. Her face was flushed and painted with satisfaction as she raised a finger admonishing me not to speak. “Wait ’til she leaves,” she mouthed before hustling quickly out of the stall and back into the bar. I took a moment to catch my breath and attempt to regain composure before stuffing my gear back into my pants. When I heard my date leave the bathroom I counted to 20 and walk as casually as I could considering the girl I was just buried in to the hilt pulled off and walked back to her seat.

Here’s something for everyone at home to try. Go to your local bar on a date and meet someone there. If you have to arrange for that special someone else ahead of time, by all means do so. When your date goes to the restroom, follow her in with your someone else and have sex in the next stall. Now for the hard part: stop before you’re done and try not to give it all away as you walk past your someone else on the way back to your seat. I deserved an award for that performance.

“I told you so!” flaunted my date when I returned.

“What are you talking about?” asked I.

“The couple that came into the bathroom last time?” She paused and waited for me to nod acknowledgement. “Well they came in again, and this time they were doin’ it!” She emphasized the last bit as if she had just proven the existence of God.

“Did you watch?” I teased.

“That’s gross!” she protested before switching back to Midori sours.

Soon enough our little pigeon was on her way back to the ladies room. I got up and followed Millie back without waiting for her prompting this time. We marched straight in guns blazing and into our stall. She turned around and reached for my pants but I had other plans, I didn’t really feel like being interrupted again. I kept my momentum moving forward and lifted her up and back against the wall. My hands went to her breasts as I dropped to me knees. She hiked her skirt up again and I was face to face with her neatly trimmed black bush. I was stunned for a second that she found the opportunity to remove her panties in between our visits to the restroom.

My astonishment was quickly overridden by the slow cooked lust that was now on the table. I could see rivulets of moisture glistening on Millie’s thighs as her scent hit my nose. I buried my face into her and burrowed my tongue as far into her sex as it would reach. She gasped and dug her fingernails into my scalp. Her reaction and the five or six vodka martinis in my system made me feel giddy and playfully menacing. I reached one hand around and gently squeezed her ass as the other crept up to her crotch. I withdrew my tongue and used it to lick lazy circles around her labia as my thumb prodded into her clit. I began to nip gently at her folds with my lips extracting a quick yelp every time flesh met flesh.

“Holy shit, that’s really fucking nice,” Millie gasped as she plateaued. I overcame my natural urge to drag things out as I realized fulya eskort once again that, unfortunately we were under the constraint of time. My mouth slid up to pull her clit between my lips as my thumb slipped into her tight canal. A low moan escaped her as her thighs tensed around my temples with her building orgasm. Her fingernails scraped violently over my scalp in time with the low moan she let out as her climax washed over her in earnest.

Now coming down from her orgasm her hands reached down under my chin and began to pull me up the along the long trek between her slim hips. My hands slid across her soft skin pulling her dress up over her breasts as I rose. “You know, if you weren’t such a droll little shit,” hearing this caused me to pause as I was kissing the tender spot between her breasts. I looked quizzically towards her face and saw her looking up. I turned my face in time to hear her finish as her supple hands once again extracted my cock from my jeans. “You would have just gotten some world class head.”

I followed her eyes and saw the flushed red face of my date peering over the divider watching us. The cat now out of the bag I winked at my date as I continued to slowly stand. My date faded out of view as my eyes closed when member, once again under the guidance of Millie’s soft hands, met her snatch and slipped between it’s soaked folds. I bit my lip and opened my eyes. I saw my date trembling with anger as I began to thrust slowly into Millie who was presses beneath me against the cool tile wall. I smiled at her and she curtly turned away and disappeared.

I turned back to Millie when she left. She threw her head back and laughed as she crossed her arms around behind my neck. When she stopped she lowered her gaze back to mine before leaning forward to run her tongue up my cheek. “All the time in the world now sailor, do your thing.” My arm reached around behind her back and held her tight against me as we thrusted together in the last stall of the ACE Bar ladies room. The thick soft hair pulled together into a loose ponytail fell to the middle of her back with her head tilted back. I grabbed it and coiled it around my fist giving light tugs, pulling her further down, and driving her further down onto my shaft.

She was amazing. Her tight, wet pussy pulsed rhythmically as we fucked. Her hands curled over my head as she leaned forward to kiss my ear. Her lips pulled away and she moaned long and low as the pulsing of her sex became more erratic and forceful. My hips pumped harder as she wrapped her leg around my waist and came loudly. She began to shiver as I continued to thrust into her now overly sensitive sex.

She kissed me deeply before pushing me back against the door of the stall forcing me out of her once again. Seeing the look of dismay on my face from being forced out of her a second time she took it upon herself to soothe me. “Hey, we just met, I can’t have you cumming inside me. Well, not in my pussy anyway. Don’t worry,” she continued as she slowly sank to sit on the toilet, “you’ve got yours coming.”

With that she leaned forward and kissed my pulsing cock before running her tongue up the length. Sensing my imminent orgasm her lips parted and she took my length effortlessly into her throat and began to swallow. I had been on the brink with the thrill of the whole experience and came immediately. She continued to swallow until my orgasm began to wane. She then leaned back and with just the head of my cock in her mouth stroked the length of my shaft, squeezing me dry.

My head thudded back against the steel door. When my eyes refocused she was calmly sitting in front of me reapplying her lipstick. When she was done she wrote her name and number on my abdomen with her lipstick before leaving yet another mark by kissing my navel with her freshly painted lips. “Just make sure you remember to call me. We’ll go get dinner sometime.”

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His email had been so melancholy she had to do something about it and she knew just what would do the trick! They had never met in person, but they had become fast friends via email and so in a mad moment of pure insanity, she hopped the red-eye to Seattle, knowing that she could be there by close of business the next day.

Arriving as she had planned just after 4PM, she passes Margo, his secretary, who is pulling out for the day on the road in. She knows that unless he has some extraordinary business, he will be alone in his office until 5:30.

Grabbing the ice cold six of Coors from the mini-cooler she had picked up on her way there, she walks up to the office door and, without knocking, enters the office locking the door behind her. He is sitting at his computer, as she anticipates, and somewhat startled by her aggressive entry he scowls gruffly, “Can I help you?”

“I don’t know if you can help me,” she replies seductively smiling, “but I think I might be able to help you.” Tossing him a can she says, “Here, have a beer.”

He catches the sweating can of his favorite brew and still puzzling this brazen intruder he asks, “Do I know you?”

She looks around the office and says, “It looks just how it looks on the webcam right down to the sexy white leather chair. Mind if I sit?”

Kicking off her sneakers, she sits in the chair and slings one leg over the arm giving him a clear view of the area between her legs. Her snug shorts accentuate the camel-toe contour of her pussy. She cracks open her beer and, holding it in her right hand, she then nonchalantly rests her left hand just above the crease.

“Willa? Willa Parr? What? How? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to cheer up the birthday boy. I thought we’d have a little birthday brew and see what ‘cums’ up,” she adds making quote marks with her finger when she says “cums.” “By your email, I knew you were needlessly feeling your age; and I know just what will perk you up… and so do you.”

His mind races: Knowing from pictures she had sent him the details of the lovely pussy beneath the shorts increases his excitement. Partially hidden, but still obviously there, those short shorts, perhaps a size too small, are tight between her legs. They cover and conform to every arousing curve. Just by adjusting the spread of the legs, her mound changes in contour as if trying to whisper, or beckon, or perhaps attract intercourse.

Withdrawing her hand from its resting place outside of her shorts, her bare mid-drift allows him full view of her fingers as they slide just under the waistband and her hand comes to rest just inches from the area entreating focus. The bulge in his jeans becomes obvious and he doesn’t care to hide the fact. They toast each other with theirsilver bulletscarrying the thought of what they would like to do.

He realizes she is braless as her hardening nipples make their appearance; and, as she has no panties on to absorb her juices, a wet spot begins to appear on the pale blue shorts. He rises from his desk and, eyes fixed on her, he walks directly across the room to her.

Her mind races. Knowing the details from his pictures of the uncut beauty straining at the fly of ardahan escort his jeans and the fullness of his bulbous sack increases her excitement. He walks towards her undoing his belt. Stopping in front of her, he unbuttons his jeans. The pressure of his fully engorged cock urgently escaping its restraint pushes the zipper down by itself and the jeans fall to his ankles followed by boxers. His fully hardened and erect cock curves proudly up towards his navel.

“Is this the birthday boy you came to cheer up?” he asks softly as his rugged hands gently handle his rod.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” she coos equally softly in reply as she reaches out to grasp the beautifully veined shaft for herself. Pulling the skin down tautly towards his balls, she guides the mushroomed velvet head into her mouth. She uses her tongue to explore every aspect by running it firmly around his swollen flange, feathering it up and down his crease, and deeply probing his hole. Sweetly sucking shallowly at first, ultimately, she deep throats him.

He moans in supreme pleasure and he is ready to ejaculate, but pulling out he withdraws whispering with a gasp, “Not yet.”

In a state of quandary with the ache of the balls signaling for release, he reaches out to help Willa stand and they embrace as close as possible trapping his cock between them. They kiss warmly, lips and tongues meeting with perfect tenderness.

“Hi, friend,” she sighs looking up at him.

“Hi, friend,” he replies returning her gaze.

He kicks off his deck shoes and Willa helps him strip his shirt and tee. The blinds have been adjusted and the room is theirs.

Turning her around, he now pays tribute to the aroused breasts from behind with one hand, while the other undoes each button of her top allowing the garment to open. He caresses and fondles her soft round breasts and pinches the nipples in a sensual manner hardening them further. The blouse slips back on the shoulders and, as the arms are extracted, it falls down hanging-up over his cock.

Without leaving the wonders of those tits, he moves slightly to the side to display the impromptu clothes rack. She picks off the shirt with a little rub on his wet tip and then places it on the arm of the chair.

His hands now slide down her tummy to the waistband of the shorts and, finding them too tight for his man-size hands, he seeks the mechanism to release it. She moves her hand to the exact spot and, with a quick twist, the waist is loosed and his hands can glide down to the area causing all his excitement. Her pussy is warm and moist and in full welcoming mode as her legs part allowing him access.

She reaches around and grasps his turgescent cock which adds to the intensity of their mutual arousal. He uses his three main fingers to rub up and down on the swollen pussy lips with the middle one shanking deep into the center as if searching for the hidden guard. It stops on the little nubbin and moves it from side to side then pushes down gently on its crown. She convulses and moans and her hips start a new level of arousal as they move her growing bud against his fingers. Wetness coats her folds while his pre-cum covers her artvin escort hand.

Smearing the wet hand over her tits and belly, she whispers, “Hmmm, you are a juicy one!”

Willa bends forward to grasp the arms of the chair and the scent of sex and leather increases her intoxication. The invitation implicit, he moves to enter her from behind. He peels the shorts down over her firm round ass, then steps up to run the head of his cock up and down her slit, covering it with her juices. Willa holds her breath in anticipation as he pauses for a moment at the entrance of her vagina. In one sure move, he buries his swell to the hilt deep in her cunt, causing Willa to inhale sharply. With both strong hands, he grabs her hips. Plunging in deeply and rhythmically, he pulls her hard into him over and over again. Willa grinds her ass into him. She loves how it feels as his cock stirs in her vagina massaging her G-spot and how it “hurts so good” when he rams it home. As his balls slap her pussy and her tits swing in sync with his thrusting, he uses his thumb to gently toy with her anus, driving Willa to the top.

Willa groans and moans louder and louder until, in climax, she yells out, “Fuck me, Richard! Oh, yes, fuck me!”

The powerful spasms of her O begin contracting around his all too ready cock. He can’t hold out any longer and cums. His balls evacuating, he fills her with a flood of his ejaculate.

Seemingly sealed together, they pause enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm as his cock, to their delight, only slowly retreats. Reveling in the afterglow and the intensely erotic feeling of their combined fluids running down her legs, Willa sweeps two fingers up her inner thigh to capture a taste of their combined nectar.

The pleasure of this moment, though a huge release, seems somehow depressed in intensity. Perhaps it was the anticipation they had built up over the many years of friendship that had made it somewhat of a let down; but it had not extinguished them. Quite the contrary, it had left them alive and their passionate expression far from over.

With only their socks on, Willa and Richard collapse into the broad leather chair. And as their hands explore all the curves and nuances of their nakedness she asks, “What else might we enjoy birthday boy?”

Noting the wilting member with a slight smile, he makes the verbal note, “My sweet, I’m afraid at my age, any forethought of a pre-planned sequence of events leading to some further or ultimate pinnacle of pleasure at this point is pure fantasy itself on both our parts! As you can see a little limpness has occurred, most likely due to the years of neglect in not having the type of arousal just experienced.”

“Is that so? Well, we’ll see about that,” she says with a sly smile.

With his fingers continuing to explore the wet and swollen pussy lips she comfortably lets open by placing her leg up over the chair arm again, he whispers, “Darn! Darned if this thing of mine isn’t starting to rally!”

“Is that so?” she smiles.

“Will you work on my cock to see if together we can get this thing rigid again?”

“My pleasure!”

Immediately, Willa forms her hand, bodrum escort wetted with her amply flowing juices, into a vaginal shape and works the foreskin up and back over the head. Within a few seconds, her deft ministrations work; and the shaft grows large again.

But the sight of Willa’s lovely wet pussy is too compelling to be left to mere finger play and Richard slides down out of the chair. He helps Willa center in the chair and move her ass forward to the edge of the cushion. With legs spread so that each one rests over an arm of the chair, the moist cavern is fully available for his yearning tongue and mouth. A climax for her by his tongue now becomes his primary objective.

Kneeling on the floor before her, he begins by tracing his finger around the super sensitive lips which by their moisture and swelling are obviously excited by him and ready for more serious attention. Using his whole face as an object of pleasure and play, he burrows in; and with a curled and hardened tongue diving as deep as possible, he searches for the nubbin he knows will bring her another orgasm.

She put her hands on the back of his head. Her hips thrust into his face as his cock throbs and bobs up and down and both of their bodies are set to cum again; however, he is determined that his duty falls to his tongue now thrusting into the wide open cunt. Giving it his full attention, his face covered with her juices, she convulses into a hard orgasm. With a glistening nose and mouth, he moves up to a breast to smear her sweet juice over the nipple and the surrounding fleshy mound.

His cock is now poised right over her pussy and she reaches down to help. His second cumming will be a little more difficult, but she indicates she has some ideas on how to achieve this.

His cock in her hand and looking directly into his eyes she says, “This is what I want you to do. I want you to tease my cunt with your cock. Can you do that?”

“Oh, yes, dear lady. I can do that.” And he did.

Dip-sticking just the tip of his dick into her vagina just an inch or two several times, he asks quietly, “Do you want it? Do you want me in you Willa?”

To which she answers huskily, “Yes, Richard. Yes, I want you in me.”

He then, suddenly and without warning, drives it in causing Willa to arch her back and gasp. As he slowly withdraws, Willa uses the muscles of her vagina to massage the retreating member. Teasing, begging, thrusting and massaging, it isn’t long before Richard cums. He experiences a sustained release that is strong and satisfying. He is spent; and Willa pulls him gently towards her so that he can come to rest on top of her. She likes the feeling of a man’s weight on her. His head on her breast, she gently cradles him in her arms and strokes his head like she would a child’s. He is wet with the sweat of his exertion and she breathes in deeply, finding his natural scent pleasing.

“Happy birthday-boy?” she asks.

* * *

“Rick! Rick! I’m going to town now to do the errands. Don’t forget to let the dog off his chain after I’ve gone!”

Panicked, he calls back, “Okay dear. I’ve got it!”

But his panic is unnecessary. Sitting in his favorite white leather chair in the office just across the yard from his house, the empty of his usual 4 o’clock Coors in hand, he must have dozed off.

“Don’t worry, dear,” he shouts back, “I won’t forget the dog. See you when you get back. Bye-bye, hon.”

And to himself with a sigh, “Bye-bye, Willa.”

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“I’ll admit it, I’m in a bit of a dry spell,” I said as I shot the basketball.

Airball. Of course.

John laughed at me and caught the ball before it hit the ground. “Just get online, man. It can’t be that hard.” He passes it back to me.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve got Lisa, she seems great and you don’t have to win somebody over from scratch. I’m in a new town, I only know some guys from work and you. Never really been the guy that can swipe a couple times on Tinder and get laid that night.” I shot again and it bounced off the rim.

John rebounded and dribbled the ball back to the 3-point line. “Yeah I feel you, Lisa is awesome and I’m pretty damn lucky to not be single nowadays. You’ll figure it out though, she might be able to hook you up with a friend.”

“Are all her friends as cool as she is? I mean, she has some fucking HOT friends on her instagram, if they can hang like she can then I might beg her to put in a good word.” I had only been roommates with John for about a month, but every time I hung out with him and his girlfriend Lisa I had a great time. She’s got that “one of the guys” type of attitude when she’s with his friends and she’s a lot of fun to be around. Oh and she’s fucking gorgeous, so that helps.

“Oh they can hang. They’re all hot as fuck and they all know it,” John says. He starts smiling and reaches for his phone. “Come here, check this out.”

He shows me the screen and my eyes get wide. I see Lisa with 2 girls I recognize from her instagram, posing like a basic white girl instagram post. Side by side, arms around each others hips with Lisa in the middle, and all 3 of them are fully naked.

“Holy shit, man what the fuck?!” I exclaimed, still staring at his phone.

“Yep, tell me about it. They’re all freaks.”

Good god, I found Lisa gorgeous since the day I met her but I couldn’t have imagined a better body than her actual one. She’s a beautiful brunette, fit frame with full C-cup tits that perk up just perfectly, turning up at the nipples. Trimmed pussy and perfectly tan skin. Her friends have the same body type, same skin color, same trimmed pussies, one blonde and the other brunette, one shorter and one taller.

“Jesus man, you don’t care that I’m looking at your naked girlfriend right now?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, she wants me to show my friends shit like that. She loves it.”

Goddamn, I guess I made the right move when I found John as a roommate online. I looked for a second longer before he put the phone away. The image still burned in my head though, and I had to steal the ball from John just to get my mind off it.

****************************************

We finished up and drove home. “Want to watch Wolf of Wall Street tonight?” John asked.

“Hell yeah, I fuckin’ love that movie. I’ll take a shower and then we can start.”

I went and took a shower, still thinking about Lisa and her friends. When I got out of the shower, I put some basketball shorts and a t-shirt on and walked out to the kitchen. John was at the counter pouring his protein into a cup and making some popcorn, and Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone, scrolling Instagram.

She looked up with a cute smile. “Oh hey! Hope you don’t mind that I came, my girlfriends bailed on me.”

She looked incredible, like she was all dolled up ready to hit the bars. Leather boots on, low cut sleeveless shirt showing off all of her cleavage, and no bra as usual.

“That sucks, ready to be lame with us and watch the ultimate dude movie?” I said, trying to be as casual as I could be, and trying not to picture her without that slutty outfit on.

She perked up. “I cannot wait! I LOVE this movie!” She pulled her bag up from under the table and said “I brought my comfy clothes, we have a little bit of weed, I am ready to RELAX.”

She went into John’s bedroom for a few minutes as John and I went over to get the movie started.

After we sat down with the popcorn, she came out dressed in her “comfy” clothes. She took none of her makeup off, and she was wearing extremely short pajama bottoms that stopped right above the bottom of her butt cheeks. She was also wearing a loose white tanktop that left very little to the imagination. Her perfect tits were swaying with every step she took rus escort towards us on the couch, and her dark nipples were poking right through the thin fabric.

I tried not to make eye contact but out of the corner of my eye I could tell she had a confident smirk on her face. John must have been right, I bet she loved teasing his friends. She sat in between the two of us and started reaching into the popcorn bowl that John had and ate.

“Let’s fuckin gooo, Leo!” she said as I let out a cheer and John turned on the movie.

Nobody who has ever seen Wolf of Wall Street can resist howling every time Margot Robbie comes on screen. It hasn’t ever happened since the movie came out, she’s way too hot for anybody to handle. At least one of us lets out a gasp or a grunt or an “OH MY GOD” every time she comes into frame.

The legendary scene finally arrives, where Leo is waiting in her apartment as she gets ready. She opens the door to her bedroom, revealing her fully naked body, welcoming Leo to come fuck her.

“FUCK,” John and I said in unison, as Lisa said, “Jesus CHRIST look at that bod!”

I laughed and said, “I literally feel 11 years old watching this movie, still getting boners from just looking at boobs on TV.”

John and Lisa cracked up at that comment, and then Lisa said, “oh my God, really?!”

Still grinning and trying to be funny, I said “Eh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sporting like a half chub right now.”

John laughed again, but Lisa just kept smiling at me. I got nervous, hoping I didn’t just cross a line. There I was, sitting next to my roommate’s smoking hot half-naked girlfriend whose nude image was still burned into my retinas, and I’m talking about my erection while a naked Margot Robbie is on screen. I know they’re cool and all, but I figured I should pull back a little bit after those comments. And worst of all, I wasn’t lying… I was sporting a half a chub in my basketball shorts, and keeping the conversation sexual probably wasn’t a good strategy for cooling off.

As though she was reading my mind and just wanted to fuck with me, Lisa said, “Honestly, for some weird reason I love it when I know a guy I’m around is hard.”

Oh boy. I had to think twice and make sure I just heard that correctly. I just let out a little nervous giggle, and John let out a little laugh and said, “you weirdo.”

Lisa got animated and explained, “Like, I know what a totally different headspace a guy gets in when his dick gets hard. If I know somebody around me has a boner, I’m immediately fascinated! Like, what is that even like? I’m watching him experience this super private thing that I’ll never fully get. And you’ve just got this fucking…dick…and it’s just growing and getting hard… like right there,” she said as she pointed at my crotch. “I love it.”

Now I’m sitting there and my heart rate is back to where it was when we were playing basketball. Not only was this hottie talking about how much she loves hard dicks, but she’s specifically bringing up this slutty passion of hers referring to MY dick…which was slowly getting harder and harder… and she knew it.

I was silent for another couple seconds too long because I had no idea how to respond, and I was just hoping John would chime in or something would happen in the movie to grab our attention. But instead, Lisa turned right to me and said something different.

“Can I suck it?”

My eyes were like grapefruits in my head. Did she really just say that? Was that a joke? Do I laugh? I looked over at both of them and John was looking at her too. She looked completely sincere.

“Really?” John asked her, way less confused than I thought he would be.

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” Lisa said flippantly.

John looked at her for another second and shrugged. “Whatever, have fun.” He ate some popcorn and turned back to the movie.

Lisa looked back at me, this time with a bit of a smirk and she raised her eyebrows waiting for a response.

“Uh, yeah?” I said, partially waiting for her to point and laugh right in my face.

“Cool!” she said excitedly.

My heart started pounding as she got off the couch and stood in front of me. She looked at me with a nice, friendly smile that looked oddly istanbul eskort platonic. I looked back at her with what must have been the dumbest look I’ve ever had, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

She got on her knees and put her hand over the bulge in my pants. John is still eating popcorn and Leo is on screen behind her fucking someone in his office with Jonah Hill.

She grabbed the outline of my cock and made eye contact with me with a big smile. The room was dark but I could see the gleam from her piercing eyes and I was petrified. She pulled at my waistband and I lifted my butt up so she could pull my pants down.

“Ah, this is the best part!” she said as she grabbed the base my half-hard cock. “That moment where it’s growing and getting thick but hasn’t fully stood up yet. Where it’ll jiggle and fold and bend if I play with it,” she said, laughing as she swung my cock around by the base like a lasso.

That doesn’t last long because her warm hands on my cock made it stiffen up really quickly. “There we go,” she says as her laughs subside. I can’t help but think that my physical relationship with Lisa has just escalated from the occasional hug to her playing with my bare cock in front of John.

She decided to push that relationship further by wasting no time putting her mouth around my cock. She started sucking it at a quick tempo, sending chills up my spine to the back of my head and I could feel my neck getting hot. I glanced over at John, who was half watching the movie and half peaking at her slide her lips up and down my shaft. He looked totally ambivalent about the whole thing.

She started stroking my cock with her hands following her lips with each bob of her head, and her other hand was lightly squeezing my balls with the perfect amount of pressure. She went down deep until she had nearly all of it in her throat and shook her head when I hit her limit. She let out a small grunt before pulling her face off my dick, leaving behind thick strings of spit that she used to jerk me harder.

She laid my dick in her palm and started licking up and down my shaft from the base to the tip.

“This vein is so big!” she said as she flickered her tongue around my vein traveling up the length of my cock.

“Oh whoops,” she said as she got up off her knees, as though she forgot something. She took her tanktop off and tossed it on the ground, revealing those beautiful tits he had been watching all night and imagining ever since they left the gym. She stood there for just a moment while I got to soak in the image, and then she got right back down on her knees and put me back in her mouth.

She moved her mouth down to my balls and started swirling her tongue around my scrotum. She moved her hand around the head of my cock and started rotating her fingers around it. She caught me staring at her tits swinging by my knees and she smiled.

“Go ahead,” she said as she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. It was the perfect size, just big enough to not fit fully in my hand, and her nipples were erect and pressed against my palm. I squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples between my fingers and I could feel her face shudder against my cock.

“Oh God, my nipples are sensitive,” she said, giggling. I squeezed her nipples a little harder and she moaned with my balls in her mouth. Then suddenly John reached over and grabbed her other nipple from around my leg. She moaned so loudly right into my balls that I could feel her warm mouth vibrating, and my whole body shuddered.

“You’re welcome, man,” John said, making us all laugh.

Lisa got up again and pulled her pants off. Of course, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She stood there for a second so that I could admire her perfectly trimmed pussy, lips already glistening.

Now she has both of our full attention as we both stare at her pornstar body. She gives us a second or two longer to soak it in, and then she puts her knee on the outside of mine. She puts her other knee outside my other knee, straddling my body. My cock brushed against her pussy and I could feel her wetness against my skin. Without saying a word, she reached down and grabbed my dick, rubbed it against her clit a few times, and then sat down all the way onto it.

“Oh fuck,” taksim eskort I moaned as I felt her warm, silky walls close around me. She smiled and started to wiggle her ass in my lap when I was all the way inside her. I looked up and down her amazing body as my cock throbbed inside of her, and I traced my gaze from her pussy to her eyes. When I looked at her face she gave me a devilish grin that drove me wild.

She put her hands on my shoulders and started slowly riding me, lifting her perfect ass up and dropping it back down along the shaft of my cock. I could feel her cheeks jiggle against my balls every time she descended and wished I had a better view of her ass. I grabbed and squeezed her soft, fat ass and she giggled while riding me harder.

She looked down at John while riding my cock and they made eye contact. He smiled at her and she leaned down and gave him a kiss while twerking her sexy ass on my cock. He gave her a spank and she bit her lip and turned back to me.

She looked down at me with a worried face. “Oh shit, can you see the movie?”

I forgot the movie was even on, I couldn’t have given less of a shit about whatever Leo was doing behind her. “Uhh, yeah you’re fine,” I said to get her focus back where it belonged.

“Ok good,” she said, as though it was a genuine concern of hers that she’d be blocking my view of the movie.

She bounced up and down a few more times and then lifted her knees off the couch. She stood up and turned around, showing me that perfect ass I had been wanting a better view of. She bent over, reached back between her legs for my cock, and guided herself down onto it while rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She started riding me facing the screen, and she turned around asked again if I could see alright. I was staring into her asshole as her cheeks parted every time she bounced on my dick, and I just said, “yep, still good.”

She bent over further and started twerking on my cock, keeping her legs still but flexing her butt cheeks so they started clapping. “I can never get this quite right,” she said while she kept trying to look like a rap video chick. I spanked her and said “no you’ve got it down pretty good.” She giggled and thanked me before getting back to riding me normally.

She kept watching the movie and sliding her pussy up and down my cock, sometimes playing with my balls and sometimes sitting in my lap because she was laughing too hard. She fell back into my chest laughing so hard at the infamous country club quaalude scene and her pussy clenched around my shaft with every belly laugh she let out.

As she got back up and started riding me again, I could feel my body tense up. “Uh, I think I’m getting close,” I said to her.

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” she said, still riding me. “Just tell me when you need to pull out.”

Hardly a minute later, my leg started quivering. “Oh shit,” I said. She giggled and hopped off of me, dropped to her knees and started jerkign me off. I began shooting cum into the air and the first rope hit her cheek before she aimed me down at her tits, smiling and laughing the whole time. John applauded her as she stroked every drop out of me and she squeezed my cock harder and harder to drain every bit of cum out of me and on to her swinging tits.

She gave one final squeeze up the length of my cock and used her thumb to wipe away the last drop that pushed its way out. “Whew, that was fun!” she said as she got up and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

She walked over to the kitchen, and I could see her whole body sway and jiggle with each step, with a totally casual attitude and a complete confidence after having just left me sitting there, emptied and spent. She walked to the counter and grabbed a paper towel and she looked back at me, catching me staring at her in disbelief, my mouth stupidly agape.

She wiped off the bit of cum that hit her cheek and puts her finger in her mouth to taste it. “Hmm, not bad but you can do better than that, man!” she said playfully, with that same devilish smirk she drove me wild with earlier. She wiped off her face and tits with the paper towel and came back to the couch and sat naked next to John. He put his arm around her and she curled up into his side, while I laid there with my cock slumped over onto my thigh and still glistening.

“Love you, baby,” she said to John. “Love you too,” he replied.

We finished the rest of the movie, she walked back to John’s bedroom still naked, and I sat there in a daze until I passed out. What a fucking night.

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He sat alone at the top of the sand dune. The beach was empty, yet teaming with life. There was a line of pelicans gliding along on a wind current skimming across the top of the water, gulls high overhead, calling to each other and the tiny terns running along the edge of the shore line. It had been so long since he had been this alone. Every day, all day long it seemed as if there was someone talking to him, needing something from him – – the demands made on his time had reached a boiling point and he was nearing meltdown. This moment in time was priceless. To be all alone – no phones, no faxes, no memos to answer, no voices other then the call of the birds. The sun was just on the verge of setting and the breeze was cool and moist on his face. The surf was crashing against the shore and now his heart seemed to beat in time with each crash. He could feel his body relaxing in the peace of the scene stretching out before him. This is what he needed; the sounds of the gulls calling, the crash of the waves, and the sound of the wind whistling through the sea grass and peace and solitude. What could be better?

She slammed her car into park and sat gripping the steering wheel. “What else?” What else could possibly go wrong?” she screamed in her mind. Today had been so hectic and full of demands, everyone wanting something at the same time. No, that wasn’t right, they didn’t just want, they were demanding, either by phone, fax, memo or e-mail…. It was so frustrating. How much more could she give? God, she was tired; tired of being on the go, tired of being needed, tired of all the demands. It seemed lately that there wasn’t any time for her. Well….. She was going to make some time now. This was her favorite spot in the world. The beach was always deserted at this time of day. All the times she had been here in the past there was no one ever around. She felt safe as she got out of her car and walked barefooted towards the high dune that offered the best spot to view the sunset.

As he sat there enthralled by the sunset and bitlis escort the symphony of sound surrounding him he became aware of a different noise. When he turned his head toward the sound he thought his heart would stop. Standing above him was a vision. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. The wind blew her dress tight against her body, clearly revealing a fabulous shape. Her long hair whipped about her face. But it was her eyes that held him. Startled blue eyes opened wide, much like a deer caught in oncoming headlights staring right at him.

Just as she reached the top of the dune she stopped short because if she had taken one more step she would have fallen across him. A startled sound of surprise escaped her lips and he turned to look up at her. She took him all in at once. Lounging there, with his feet buried in the sand, his shirt open revealing curly black chest hair. He seemed so relaxed and at ease with himself sitting there. Then he did something that took her breath away. Looking at her with eyes as deep blue as the ocean, he smiled, a smile that touched his eyes and held her spellbound. She did the only thing she could do…… she sat down next to him.

“My God” he thought, “where did she come from?” He watched her hand move to her face to push the hair away from her eyes and he smiled at her. With a graceful, fluid movement she sat next to him and as she did her arm brushed against his. It was like an electric shock. The lightening tingle of her skin momentarily touching his brought a totally unexpected reaction. Suddenly he was rock hard.

Never before had she been so bold. Here she was sitting next to a strange man on a deserted beach. This was NOT a good idea. The minute she sat down and her arm brushed his she felt like a bolt of electricity had shoot through her and for some strange reason she wasn’t afraid. She turned to him with a half formed question on her lips only to find him already looking at her. The tip of her tongue came out and licked along her bottom bolu escort lip and he must have taken that as an invitation because…..

……..when she turned toward him her lips were slightly parted and her tongue came out and seemed to stroke her bottom lip and all thought and reason flew from his head. For the first time in his life he reacted without thought. He leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers.

As soon as his lips touched hers she felt a jolt of pure pleasure. Her heart suddenly felt as if it would pound through her chest. A small sound of both surprise and pleasure emerged from deep within her as his tongue slipped between her lips. Every part of her body was suddenly alive and tingly. His hand slid up her side and gently, almost tentatively, began to caress her breast. Her nipples grew hard and began to ache with a desire to have his mouth and tongue suck them. The small sound of pleasure in the back of her throat grew into a groan of desire.

The touch of her lips and the very smell of her brought forth a desire in him that had been dormant for so long. He knew in that moment that he had been sleepwalking through life. This woman, here and now, had awakened a hunger in him. His hand slid up her side and gently cupped her breast. As his thumb brushed across her nipple he could feel it harden through the material that separated his fingers from her flesh. His hands quickly began to undo the tiny buttons down the front of her dress and as his fingers fumbled she reached up and finished the job for him. Pink lace held creamy, firm breasts in place. With a quick movement she reached behind and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. High and firm with nipples that were big and pink and hard. He lowered his mouth and took one in and began to suck and nibble with such passion all she could do was throw her head back and groan in glorious pleasure. As he sucked his hand slid up her thigh and with his thumb he gently, yet firmly began to stroke her through her lace panties.

As burdur escort soon as his mouth touched her nipple a wave of unreasonable desire began to form within her. All she wanted was for him to touch her when his thumb brushed against her clit. There was only one thought now and that was the need to have him in her. Her hands reached out and found his belt, and as if by magic they were both suddenly undressed. As she lay back on their discarded clothes he moved on top of her and she opened her legs in welcome.

As he moved on top of her he looked down to find her gazing at him with such intensity that he felt himself shake. Her legs parted and with a need as old as mankind himself, he entered her. With the sky on fire above him he found his rhythm with the crash of the surf against the shore. When her legs wrapped around him he felt as though he could melt right into her. His thrusts were strong and sure. Each thrust deep into her brought forth a moan of pleasure.

She was wet and ready for him. When his cock pressed against her and then pushed deep within she tightened around him. Her legs wrapped around him as if to push him deeper inside. The feeling was incredible. Every nerve in her body was alive. His rhythm was bringing her almost to a point of madness. A tingling began at the soles of her feet and then worked its way up through her entire body until the explosion. She shook with wave after wave of orgasm.

He could feel her orgasm take hold of her. When she cried out in release he let himself go. The tightness of her was incredible. He felt his cock grow rigid and every nerve in his body seemed to explode as he filled her with his orgasm. With a gasp and deep groan he shuddered and buried his face in her neck. He lay on top of her spent and completely satisfied.

After a soft kiss he rolled off and they lay quietly side by side, both spent. With the sun almost gone and the breeze turning cooler they both stood and quickly dressed, casting shy smiles at each other.

Fully clothed he stood close to her, wrapping strong yet gentle arms around her. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. With a gentle kiss she was suddenly off and running down the dune.

He could only watch as she seemed to take flight.

She never looked back.

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