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My wife Meredith is no prude. Still I had come across the website by accident in a google search. Curiosity got the better of me and I saw that it was filled with all genres of erotic tales. I would occasionally read a story just for entertainment. I wondered how many of the stories were true. I expected that some were just that, stories, but I felt that some might have at least a basis in real life. I enjoyed the ones that seemed more real.

Backing up, I am Bradford, Brad to my friends. I am thirty-two years old, married to a knockout twenty-six year old blonde beauty. Meredith and I met while she was working as a nurse in a doctor’s office. I am a regional manager for a specialty medical equipment supplier. I have a Master’s of Science and was even accepted to medical school. After the first year, I had lost the drive it took to become a doctor, much less a surgeon. With my background I landed a nice sales job. Five years of beating the highways and airlines got me a very nice promotion to my current position. Based on my sales and organizational skills, I am well paid. The managerial position has taken some of my constant travel away, but not all.

While in her doctor’s office once, I struck up a conversation with her. She was easy to talk to, even flirty. I liked the ease she showed being a trained nurse as well as a hot woman. She dressed in nurses scrubs, but there was no hiding those assets. She is 5″-6″ tall. She is a 34 D and has a very small waist to go with it. Her ass is the crowning achievement of a higher life form. I asked her to dinner a couple of times, but the timing was not right. She did not shoot me down, per se, it just was awkward. Eventually I asked if she would meet me for a drink after work. Finally, she agreed. We met at a bar close to her work. We talked about work mostly and she seemed to enjoy our conversation. When our waiter came back to take our refill order, she begged off.

Just as I thought that I was going to be blown out of the water, she got up and wrote her phone number on a napkin. It was just matter of fact with no buildup. She thanked me for the drink and gave me the million dollar smile. We dated for about three months before we had sex. It was good, but not what you would call wild. We went to concerts, ballgames, dinner and whatnot for a while. I slowly started seeing a possibility of us becoming a couple. All the while, I felt like she was a step up for me and I worried about being able to take the relationship further. I had plenty of money to do things and we began enjoying special vacations as time would permit.

Fast forward another four months and we decided to move in together. A month after that, her doctor took a position with a larger practice. Meredith liked her work, but did not want to follow to the larger conglomerate practice. She finally decided to resign and take some time off. Of course, I really lobbied for this. We even discussed marriage. It wasn’t for any lack of commitment that we decided to wait; we just didn’t think it that important.

When she did quit work, she kept busy. She volunteered at a free clinic two days a week to keep up her skills. She did not want to be dependent on me for everything. In addition, she stepped up her workout routine. She was always fit, but now she was really into fitness. She did not do much weight training, mostly stretching and cardio. There was not much difference in her appearance except some of her muscles were a little firmer. She did not want to look like a guy or a dyke, she said.

Sex was good, but after a while, we were a little stale. We engaged in many positions, she loved oral, all men love blow jobs. We were both busy and my travel stepped up a little. Soon, when I did get back from a trip our sex was becoming less exciting. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. It was fantastic to be making love to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I wondered if it was becoming blasé to her. I of course worried that she might be having an affair. I mean, she would have no trouble attracting any man. Then our frequency tapered off as well. I became hesitant to approach her in bed. Most nights we just kissed and went to sleep.

During a particularly long trip to the east coast, I had plenty of evenings in my various hotels. To kill time, I found some erotic websites and surfed stories and pictures. The novelty of the sites together with being away from Meredith made me a bit horny. I was bemoaning our lack of sexual activity and found the erotica a break from my work worries and home worries.

I was not really searching for any outside thrills when I started reading some of the stories on line. After I returned, sex was still off the table and I ventured back to the internet. One evening, I had been reading a particularly spicy story about a hot wife when Meredith called. She was still at the gym and wanted me to check the refrigerator for some salad ingredients. I left the computer and started to inventory our ingredients. She wanted to have grilled chicken salad. illegal bahis I reported what we were missing and she promised to stop at the grocery. I went about getting the chicken ready to grill and forgot about my computer.

That evening after dinner, we settled down with a glass of wine. Neither of us had showered and we were just enjoying our conversation. She asked about my schedule and wanted to take a long weekend soon. She wanted to go out of town and just do something different. She mentioned finding a web site for a quick getaway and we went into my office to look it up.

When we got in my office, I noticed that the erotic web site was still open. She sat down beside me and I hastily closed the site.

“What was that site you were on?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing, I was just browsing.” I answered.

“Was it about our trip?”

“Naah,” I replied.

“Here, let me see.”

She took the mouse and clicked on the history.

“Oh, looks kind of intriguing.”

“No, just killing time and curiosity got the better of me.”

“What exactly were you reading?”

I knew she was no prude and I had no worries about her reacting in an uproar, so I clicked back on the story I had been reading. She started scanning the lines and read how this particular hot wife had gone out with her friends and fucked a big black stud. Then she went home to her husband and fucked him afterward.

“Wow. Do you read these stories often?”

“Not really. I just ran across the website by accident and I read a few.”

“Do they turn you on?”

“Uh, I don’t know, really, I guess they are like, well, like erotic and exciting, but just for curiosity sake.”

I kept trying to close the site again, but she would not let me. We forgot about our google search and she pushed me aside to get in front of the monitor herself. I was surprised when she kept investigating and found the tags button. She clicked on some of them and was smiling a kind of sly smile. Looking at the categories, she remarked how there was something in there for everyone.

As I have said, our sex had become routine and, well, we realized later, very dull. Meredith found the categories and went to some hot wife stories.

“I know what a hot wife is, kind of, but I thought it was just a very good looking woman. This seems to have a very different connotation. Maybe something like ‘slut’ might be a better description.”

She said the word, but it did not seem like she was being that judgmental.

“I know I am just a girlfriend, but do you think I am hot?”

“Hot?” I asked. “How could you be anything but hot with those looks and that body?”

“Yeah, but I am nothing like the woman in this story.”

“No, but you don’t notice how you affect men when they look at you.”

“Well, actually, yes I do. Listen I have had my fun as have you, Brad. I realize that I have a good body and I do know that men look at me like that. Hell, I have been hit on so much I am punch drunk. Yeah, it is flattering, but I never dreamed that you could be so bold and well, non-committed.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I think some of the stories are based on the husband’s enjoyment of his wife’s infidelity.”

“Really?”

“Just some that I have read so far.”

“How many have you read?”

“Truthfully, I guess about ten or so.”

“All the same?”

“No, there are categories. If you don’t like something, there is no reason to read stories about it.”

“Let’s read one together, “she said.

“You really want to do that?”

“Why not? You said it was no big deal. I understand how men love porn, my brother used to hide his Playboy’s in the garage. I looked at them all the time with my girlfriends. As a matter of fact some of my friends said that I should submit pictures to see where it might take me.”

“And did you?”

“No. I could not work up the courage to have someone take a picture of me naked. But I was just eighteen then and I wanted to go to nursing school.”

So I let her pick one out. We took turns reading. It just so happened that the story was about a hot wife who loved to show herself off. She would go out without panties and flash unsuspecting men at various places. She loved to see the reaction when they came eye to eye with her pussy. The story was very descriptive and quite bold. We finished reading and then decided to shower. My cock was hard and I did not want her to see how aroused I was. When she got in the shower, she called out to me while I was in the bedroom. I went to see what she wanted. She opened the door and told me to get in. I sheepishly took off my clothes and my cock bobbed out, hard as could be.

“Well, now. What brought that up?” she teased.

I was a little embarrassed. Here I was with the hottest woman I had ever seen and my cock was hard because of some erotic stories. We almost never showered together, but tonight was to be different. We lathered each other up and had a very hot shower. After she illegal bahis siteleri dried off, she jumped in the bed naked and spread her legs. Her blonde pubic curls were so pretty and inviting. I mounted her and began fucking, but I was so excited that I came too quickly. She did not orgasm and I felt like a heel.

Afterward, she tried to cheer me up. I was the one lacking and here she was trying to make me feel better. We lay in bed and kissed. We both agreed that reading the erotic stories was very different than our rather mundane, tame sex. The next morning, I was off to work as usual. Meredith was going to her clinic job so would be out all day also. She really liked the challenge of her nursing job and felt like she was making a difference. Not needing a second income was a real boon to our relationship. We shared everything together and our commitment was as real as it could be.

Nothing was said that evening about the story of the night before. I was waiting to see if she would acknowledge what had happened. I was charged up, but I did not want to seem too eager. She went about her normal routine. We ate, showered and she settled down reading a book while I watched a ballgame. I felt some tension in the air, but I thought it was just my imagination.

Several weeks went by and nothing was said. Now I was reading the stories even more often. Our lack of sex probably contributed to my curiosity. One night Meredith came home while I was still working on my laptop in the study. She stuck her head through the door and asked, “Reading another sexy story, are you?”

“No, actually I am working on sales reports for my region.”

“You sure?”

“Come look for yourself, SmartyPants.”

She came over, gave me a kiss and suddenly felt of my crotch. I was surprised, but did not react.

“Just checking. Seeing how horny you got the last time.”

“If I remember correctly, you are the one who invited me into the shower and you are the one who spread her legs in the bed afterward.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who had the hard cock, was I?”

She had me there. We giggled together.

She then said, “Tell you what. I will take a shower and we can read another story after dinner.”

Now by this time I had read quite a few stories. The hotwife stories were the ones I liked the best. I don’t know why. Here I was becoming insecure about my appeal to her and now I was enjoying stories about women who had sex with anyone they wanted. It made no sense to me. My cock should have been shrinking from anxiety thinking about Meredith doing it with someone else. It was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach to think of it, but my cock felt differently. It would have been different if I had a nine inch cock like some of the stories, but I had to cheat to say I was six inches.

I took my laptop to the bedroom and waited for Meredith to arrive. She came out of the bath looking good and hopped in the bed naked.

“Come on, Stud,” she invited me. “Get those clothes off and let’s see that hard cock.”

I was rock hard and I did as she suggested. She propped up some pillows and pulled the sheet over our laps as we got ready to enjoy another story.

“What shall we read?” I asked.

“Well, let’s see. How about you find a new story and we will read the heading and see if it is one we might enjoy.”

I browsed some new stories and read some of the categories and descriptions. Some of the categories were not really appealing to us. I found one where the wife was in a car accident with a black man. She had rear ended him at a traffic light. He got out and looked at the damage. The wife was frantic. It was her second fender bender that year and she was afraid that her insurance carrier would drop her and her husband. She was almost in tears. The big black guy felt sorry for her and made an offer to have both cars fixed by his brother who was in the body repair business. He said that he would get the very minimum price possible and she could decide whether to pay out of pocket or turn it in to insurance.

He told her to bring her car to the body shop the next day and he would have his brother see what he could do. It turned out that the damage to both cars was minimal and no parts were required. The brother fixed both cars the next day. The black man offered to pick up the hot wife and take her to the shop to pick up her car. Of course she ended up fucking both big black men and the debt was cancelled.

As we read, my cock was getting harder and dripping some precum. Meredith moved one of her hands under the sheet. I did not notice right away, but the continued movements made it plain that she was fingering her pussy. As I became more aware, I looked down at her. She looked into my eyes and let out a soft moan. She scooted down in the bed and started fingering herself in earnest. I assumed we were about to fuck, but she kept delving her fingers into her sopping pussy.

“God, Brad that is so hot. Want to watch me get off?”

I canlı bahis siteleri was torn between having to watch her masturbate and wanting to fuck her right then. I decided not to break the mood. I just shook my head up and down. She started massaging her full breasts with one hand while she attended to her pussy with the other one. She had a well-kept patch of pubic hair and her juices were matting it. I watched, hoping to join in soon. She continued fingering herself until she reached an orgasm. It was a minor one, but she moaned her pleasure.

“Jack off, Honey and shoot your cum on my breasts.”

I was surprised when she instructed me to masturbate also. My cock was dripping and I took hold. The precum made me wet as I stroked myself. She looked into my eyes and then jolted to another, bigger orgasm.

“Shoot that load on me.”

I could not wait any longer. I pointed my cock to her beautiful cleavage and let go a big rope of cum, followed by another smaller on. About three blasts and I was out. She relaxed and moved her hands slowly up to her breasts, massaging my cum into her skin.

“Wow,” she said. “That was hot. Did you enjoy that? I don’t know what came over me. I just imagined I was the wife in the story and that other people were watching. That is not something I have ever even thought about before.”

“Well,” I added, “It was different. I will say that.”

She blushed. “I tell you what. If you can get it up again, you can fuck my already wet pussy. Deal?”

I had been worrying about getting it up before we had sex. I did not think I would come back to life again anytime soon. The anxiety made it even worse. We rested for a while. Meredith looked at me later on and then looked at my cock. It was down for the count.

“Okay, Baby, rain check. I am still horny. How about bringing me off with your mouth. I will make it up to you.”

This took some of the pressure off. I slipped down to perform oral sex on her. My desire was gone, but the novelty of the mutual masturbation session made me want to overcome my hesitation. I sucked her and pushed my tongue into her wet folds. I finished her off by licking her clitoris. She came again. Afterward, she kissed me and we went to sleep.

The following evening after dinner, we showered. I was watching TV and she was reading. She looked up from her book and asked me if I had enjoyed the night before. I assured her that I had.

“You know, Brad, that was the most exciting sex we have had in quite a while. I am sorry we have been so in a rut. We need to enjoy our sex life more than we have been.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “That was so different, but still exciting. I wonder what masturbating was all about.”

“I don’t really know. I was thinking about the exhibitionist wife and the wife who fucked the black guys. I know I should not be turned on by this type of activity, but the sheer stark boldness was sort of a starter for me.”

We had now found an activity that was the turning point of our sexual doldrums. Even though I was unable to get a second erection, I was nonetheless turned on by the strange unfolding of events. Some evenings we did not even make love. Meredith or I would find an interesting category of erotica and just talk about whether we liked it. We had no interest in sci-fi fantasy or incest. Other categories were somewhat strange, but we read some of those stories anyway.

The next time we made love, I had selected another exhibitionist hot wife story. I read it with her as the heroine teased everyone with her provocative outfits and ‘accidental’ costume malfunctions. Meredith was a little more conservative than that. In fact we both were, but our newfound ability to suspend disbelief and live out the scenario was a real starter. We playfully poked each other as the more risqué parts were read. Afterward we made love in the traditional way.

One evening I happened to run across a story where the husband was the lead figure. He wanted his wife to show herself to strangers. She was reluctant, but over time learned to enjoy the thrill of being so naughty. It progressed to the point where the husband asked the wife to go to a club by herself and dress in a rather exhibitionist manner to see if other men would hit on her. As I got to the club scene, Meredith began stroking her pussy. The more I read, the more animated she became. I had to stop reading and eat her pussy. She came several times and very hard also. We made love and I came in her.

I asked her if she especially enjoyed that story.

“Umm hum, “she volunteered.

“What did you like about it?”

“Oh, the woman was in control the whole time. I mean, the way she dressed and the way she came on to the guys who were hitting on her.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Too bad we didn’t get to see how it ended.”

“Okay, read to the end.”

This particular story ended with the woman getting felt up and feeling up the big cock of a businessman in a bar. The husband calls on her cell phone and she has to leave quickly. The couple barely made it home, shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom for hot sex.

“Did you like that ending?” I asked.

“Oh, god, that was nasty.”

“You want to do that?”

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My husband Norm had been out of town on business for two weeks, and I was feeling extremely hot and frustrated. I got out my vibrators and played with them so I could get some release. But what I really wanted was to feel Norm’s heat inside me, his finger teasing my clit, his tongue driving me crazy as -he sucked my nipples.

Finally I decided to try to relax. I lit some candles and filled the tub, putting in a generous amount of bath salts, then lay down in the warm, fragrant water to soak. I sank down, immersing most of my body, but a portion of my large, firm breasts stayed above the water. The contrast between the cool air and the warm bath water made my nipples stand tall.

I had worked so hard around the house in the effort to curb my sexual desire that my muscles were sore. When the water cooled off I took down the hand-held showerhead, setting it to the massage function, and used it to help relax my tense shoulder muscles.

The pulsing water teased my breasts as I moved the head around. My nipples responded, and I could feel the growing warmth between my legs. At that point I just gave in to the throbbing of my cunt. I lay back in the tub, braced my feet against the sides and spread my legs as wide as I could, aiming the showerhead toward my open pussy. canlı bahis şirketleri The pulsing stream found my clit. After my first orgasm I thought I would stop, but I couldn’t. What the hell, I thought, and I just let myself go and orgasmed repeatedly under the stimulating spray. My climaxes brought me some relief from my sexual tension, but I still felt lonely and empty. And the relief didn’t last long.

It was late in the day, and the sun was streaming across our bed. As I lay down in the sunlight my thoughts turned to a recent Saturday afternoon, when my darling husband Norm had carefully massaged every inch of my skin with sweet scented oil, then proceeded to suck each of my nipples for a very long time. I was extremely aroused, and hungered to feel his hot rod in my love box; but instead, he put his finger in my cunt and carefully massaged it all over, searching for the places that made me most excited.

His big stick was bouncing against my leg. I could feel the head of it sliding against my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-come on my skin. I grabbed it and pulled it toward me, wrapping my legs around him as I tried to guide him into my hot hole, but he pulled away, saying that he wasn’t ready yet. He kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my canlı kaçak iddaa mouth. Then he turned me on my side, lying behind me with his long tool between my legs, the ridge on the head of his penis pressed against my clit. Again I begged him to let me feel him inside me, but he still wasn’t ready.

Moving away from my body, he reached down and lubricated his fingers with my pussy juice. Then he ran his little finger across my crotch, stroking my pussy and asshole. Each time he passed over my asshole I could feel it tighten. He kept sliding his fingers slowly back and forth over my pussy and ass until my anus no longer tensed up when he touched it.

Finally I felt his finger stop at my tight rear entrance, and then press on it lightly. He did this several times, until I relaxed. Then, very slowly and carefully, he began to penetrate that tight hole with his little finger. His movements were very slow and deliberate as he opened that narrow space carefully and gently. Each time he moved in a little further, he would pause and wait for me to adjust to the sensation. As his pinkie moved in, he found a few places that seemed to be very tense and knotted. Each time he would put a gentle pressure on those spots, stroking them until the tension relaxed. When his canlı kaçak bahis little finger had searched out every place it could reach, he removed it and started the whole process again, this time with his middle finger. It took him less time to get that finger in the first few inches, but when he reached unexplored territory he had to slow down and resume massaging the tensions away.

Only the intense sensations he was producing in me kept me from begging him to fuck me. I wanted to feel my cunt full of his rod, but I had to work hard at relaxing and breathing deeply as he penetrated further and further into my secret spaces. Finally he slowly and carefully withdrew his finger from my ass.

Then he moved his dick back and forth across my love box and my anus, as he had with his fingers. Now I did plead with him to put it in me. And he did, dipping his dick in my dripping cunt, and then pulling it out fast— once, twice, three times. And then, to my astonishment, he put the tip of his tool against my ass, the head poking at that tiny opening. But he came before he could even try to get it in. His hot semen splashing against my hole drove me wild. I writhed and groaned, on the verge of climax but not quite there.

Realizing my state, Norm bent down to suck on my clit, filling my cunt with his fingers to help finish me off. I moaned and screamed as I came. Then we fell asleep.

Thinking about that time made me horny again, and sweaty too. I needed another bath—and I needed to use that shower massager again.

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WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature – do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is the eighth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it – it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company’s new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya’s 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else’s daughter, under the guise of “mentoring.”

Mr. Marcus has discovered Zenellis’s plot to extract vital product ideas from his guests and then blackmail them with videos of their sexual activities with other guest’s daughters. Having stolen the disk drives that held the captured videos, Mr. Marcus found Harry and his daughters grinding sex organs, but with a large towel gasket to prevent full penetration of Harry’s prodigious prick. After entering their product ideas in Zenellis’s local computer terminals, Mr. Marcus and Harry bedded down for the night, leaving their daughters asleep in Harry’s room.

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Harry snored like a buzzsaw. Maybe that’s the way I sounded to Harriett. Lord knows she complains about it enough.

Just a hint of sunlight, plus a full bladder, was enough to get me out of bed. The toilet flushed like a monsoon, but Harry was out like a light. No wonder, all of the exercise he got with our three girls the previous evening.

It was too early to eat, so I decided to use the swimming pool before it got crowded or turned into an orgy. Not that I didn’t want a good fuck. The start of a highly anticipated one with Brandi, and the attempted wrapping of Saroya, not to mention Lore’s advances, well, I needed a release. But with cameras all over the place, I didn’t want to give Zenellis anything to hold over me.

The girls, on the other hand, had been satisfied by me, their father, the desk clerk and who knows who else. Saroya was a companion for another day, perhaps. And, Harry’s wife was an opportunity lost. I hadn’t prevented Harry from fucking his daughters, the price of admission.

The pool was unoccupied and just cool enough to make my skin tingle but not freeze me out. I was floating on my back, enjoying the peace and quiet when the tall young woman with extraordinary eyes padded along the side, waving. She wore a tiny bikini, with two small lumps beneath the upper patches of material, and her bottoms hanging from pronounced hipbones. There wasn’t much meat on this girl.

“Hello? Hi?”

I pretended to ignore her. After all, was there any upside in building a relationship now? It was all risks and no reward.

She dove in and swam over. At her height, only our faces showed, and we could both stand. She adjusted her top, which held two shot-glass-sized breasts. “Hi,” she repeated. I’d never gotten her name. “You’re?”

“Carol.” She was shaking and twitching. Was the water that cold, or was she that nervous?

“I remember you from the cocktail party.” Maybe that would put her at ease. “What’s up?” Under the water, my dick, partially.

“You’re a hard guy to find.”

She had no idea how hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers. They were like magnets.

She continued, “Well, see, last night, I was supposed to come to your room. You were supposed to be my mentor.”

“I was?” That’s why she’d cruised the hallway. “But you didn’t stop. How come?”

“I’m not the smartest bean in the pod. I was sure I’d make a mess of the whole mentor/mentee thing. Are you angry?”

“No. I had my hands full last night, despite your decision. But thanks for telling me.” I expected her to swim off, but she stood her ground.

“Some of the other girls and me were chatting, last night and this morning at breakfast. And they said stuff, from last night.”

I didn’t know the hotel served breakfast this early, or I might have opted for food in place of a swim. Girl gossip is a dangerous thing. “Really?”

“They said, oh God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. They said that some of the fathers got naked, and did illegal bahis things with them.”

Precisely what Zenellis wanted. “No kidding!”

“No! I was just wondering, oh hell, why can’t I say it? If I’d shown up, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?” Her face was red.

Of course. “I don’t know. Would you have wanted to?”

She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest. “I think so. This is like, so awkward. Is it too late?”

So, this young woman whose eyes I’d fallen into was asking me to get physical with her. “Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything.”

“It’s just, well, I haven’t dated much. The boys seem to like girls with bigger breasts.” The small lumps under her top bore witness.

“I think a woman can be attractive without large breasts.” I looked deep in her eyes. I believed it. I hoped she did too. “But I need to be sure you’re serious. That, if we go back to my room, you won’t run out screaming if I suggest we take our clothes off.”

“Oh, I won’t. I am.” Her hand returned to my chest.

“All right then, prove it. Put your hand on my penis.” A reasonable request, given the circumstances.

Her face got redder. “Here? Right now?”

“No one will see what you do under water. Or were you just teasing me?”

“No, I wasn’t teasing.” Her hand left my chest and touched my thigh.

“A little to the right.”

“Silly, I know where it is.” She smiled as she slid her hand over. I was almost at full length, bent in my swim trunks.

“You’ve got a stiffie!” Without hesitation, she slid her hand into my trunks. My erection popped free. Her fingertips danced over the head. “The tip feels like a light bulb.”

No one had ever used that analogy before. She continued to toy with my dick, running her fingers up and down.

“My turn,” I announced. I reached to touch her thigh. She jumped back, out of reach. “I was right. You’re a prick teaser.”

Her grin widened. “You surprised me is all.” She moved back into range. I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms. I felt bones as I reached lower. She’d shaved. I snuck a finger between her cunt lips. They were flat, almost non-existent.

“No one ever touched me down there.” Carol grimaced. “Besides me.” Her hand surrounded the tip of my penis and made short strokes. “Is this right?” Her touch was gentle.

‘Oh yes, very nice.” I slipped one finger into the crease. She was dry, but the pool water provided some lubrication. I flicked back and forth, hoping I’d stimulate her as well as she was doing me.

She bobbed up and down, as if to impale herself deeper on my finger. I obliged. Now it was halfway in. Carol bounced, eyes shut, attempting to fuck herself on my digit. Meanwhile, she was tugging the head of my dick, over and over.

My words were breathy. “Are you trying get me to cum, right here?”

“Cum? Oh God, you’re going to spurt? I’m doing it right?”

I thrust a second finger up her pussy and dragged my finger in the vicinity of her clit. “Couldn’t be better!” I pushed my face at hers and kissed her with an urgency I didn’t expect.

She let my dick bob free. “Let’s go to your room, now.”

I had been so close to climax. This was torture. “Why not here? We can slip off our suits -“

“I want to do it proper the first time, in a bed and everything.” She was pouting.

We waded through the deep water to the edge. She threw a leg up as she climbed out. Her exposed cunt lips peeked out from her displaced bottoms. I pushed up on my arms and followed, grabbing the closest towel to hide my condition.

She knew right where the room was. I prayed that Harry had gotten up and gone to breakfast and not back to his room to fuck our daughters. Oh well, who was I to complain?

In the room, Carol stood, hands behind her back, slightly pigeon-toed. Was that her normal condition or had I caused it with my finger fucking? Her hair was stringy wet and kind of sexy.

First things first. I scanned the ceiling for the camera hole. I grabbed a screwdriver and bounced up and down on the bed, poking holes in the ceiling. After a dozen or so bounces, the camera hung loose by its wires. I jerked the evil eye from the ceiling, ripping a line of plaster in its wake. A quick clip severed the camera from its power and signal lines. I had privacy.

“One thing. I have to keep my top on. I don’t want you to see my titties,” she warned.

She was right. You could hardly call those lumps under her top breasts.

“All right.”

“And you have to keep your eyes closed.”

My erection was painful. I needed relief. Would she jerk me off, or let me climb between her bony hips? “Fine.”

I noticed that both Saroya and Zenellis had left their silver tubes laying on the floor. Like father, like daughter, I guess. Maybe they have people who follow them around and pick up after them? I opened the nightstand drawer and tossed the tubes in. “You’ll find what you need in here.”

I dropped my trunks and laid back on the bed, erection like a flagpole. I closed my eyes. “Okay, illegal bahis siteleri I’m ready.” I felt Carol climb on the bed after a minute of faint noise. Had she removed her bikini? I felt her fingers on my dick, slowly sliding the full length.

“It didn’t feel this big in the pool.” Her exploration was too mild. I wanted her to go back to the vigorous thumping that almost got me off. I reached out, hoping to grab her, touch her, get her excited again. My hand touched bare flesh. An arm? A leg? I couldn’t be sure.

Her legs rubbed against the outside of mine. “The other girls said some of the fathers rubbed their stiffies against their pussies. Is that okay?”

More than okay! “If that’s what you’d like.”

The bed bounced as she wiggled closer. There was pressure on the tip of my prick against something. “How’s that?”

“Nice. Can I put it in, just a little?”

All the way, baby! “Sure, but you might want to use something from the drawer.” No sense in getting this na•ve virgin pregnant.

I felt her shift again, reaching across me to get at the condoms.

“Oh goodie. This is what my father uses.”

There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my erection. Instead, one finger, maybe two, were applying something cool. A gel? I didn’t remember any lubricants in the drawer.

I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was caught, I knew she’s bolt. The sensation of her fingers running up and down my erection was just too good.

I felt the pressure again. There were no bottoms, just bare skin. She pressed harder, and I raised my hips a bit to help. “Ouch. I need some more.” Her fingers returned, again with some gel. “That should do it.” Something hit the nightstand. Carol repositioned herself. “Push a little.” I did, and made some forward progress. She was coming down and I was pushing up. The combination planted me halfway in, more than just the little bit she’s asked for. Her pussy was throbbing. I could feel the blood vessels pulsing around my dick, massaging it, keeping it hard.

“Don’t move,” she ordered. “I just want to see how it feels inside.” She squeezed her pussy. “Ooh, I didn’t think it would fit. They were right. It feels real good.”

This was pleasant, but motion would be so much better. I’d had my dick in at least two girls within the last 24 hours but no ejaculation. I was aching. My balls needed a release.

“That’s enough.” Carol pulled back.

Huh? Is that all she wanted? I knew she was a prick teaser from the moment I looked at her. Despite Carol’s movement, we didn’t decouple. My prick stayed firmly lodged.

“Okay, you can take it out now.” Carol’s lifts and jerks didn’t change the situation.

I scooted up on the bed, but I felt her body drag along.

“Hey! Cut it out!” she cried.

The hell with my promise. I opened my eyes. Carol was straddling me as I expected. My dick had been coated with two colors of gel. I glanced to the right. Zenellis’s tube of lubricant and Saroya’s tube of FasTack lay on the nightstand.

“Did you use those?”

“Sure. You said what I needed was in the drawer. When I saw my mom and dad going it, they used a lubricant. When I play with myself, I use Vaseline.”

“One of those was a lubricant, but the other was an adhesive. You’ve glued us together!”

Carol lifted a leg and tried to stand but my hips came off the bed. “Hey, that hurts!” I shouted.

She twitched and turned, eyes wide, mouth open as if to scream. No matter which way she moved, we were a couple. Well, coupled. “You have to get it out. Please take it out! Oh God!”

Carol was frightened beyond rational thought. I was a bit freaked myself. As the adult, I had to maintain some semblance of sanity during this insane situation. “Maybe we can break the bond without damaging either of us.”

She was looking in all directions, as if someone would appear, throw a bucket of cold water on us, and we’d separate. “What? What?”

“If I move my penis in and out, maybe that will do the trick.” Certainly, sitting there with a skinny young woman glued to my groin wasn’t going to solve itself, even if it was a pleasure looking into her eyes. “You’ll have to push down while I push up, like we did before,” I explained.

Because the outer skin of my penis was glued to Carol’s cunt, my dick could still slide in and out. Carol grunted as she pressed, but with her meager weight and my position, there was no leverage.

“We need to roll over.”

“Huh?”

“I’m heavier. Maybe I can make some progress. On three.”

We rolled as one.

“Ouch, that hurt!” she cried. “You put all of your weight on my thigh. You probably left a bruise.”

A small problem in light of our situation. In the process, Carol’s bikini top had shifted. One tit, about the size of a ping-pong ball, was exposed. It was 90% areola and nipple. Quite erotic. I felt my trapped penis pulse. “Hold on.” Carol chose my ass. I leaned in. The first four inches was rubbing inside her, but the adhesion persisted. I pulled canlı bahis siteleri back, using my knees for leverage.

“When you move, it feels like you’re pulling my pussy inside out.”

“Maybe smaller movements.” Saroya’s dress had come apart after several trips under the bed. Perhaps repetitive movement would work. I envisioned a car piston, moving up and back. I repeated short thrusts, over and over. Carol’s pussy obliged by rubbing against my prick, the part that was inside her. Maybe we were only stuck around the entrance? There! Was that progress? Had I inched my way deeper into her pussy? I pulled back, with no success. One more time. Push. Yes! The bond was loosening, or my imagination was getting the better of me.

“You’re going deeper!”

“Yes, but the glue is breaking free.”

“So pull out!”

I scooted back but Carol slid down the bed with me. And, her bikini top rolled up. Now both of her tits were exposed. Had she noticed?

“Maybe if you moved with me, this would go faster.”

“I can’t.” There were tears in her eyes. “I just wanted to feel what the others felt, that’s all. I didn’t want this.”

Now she tells me. What did she expect, putting it in ‘just a little’? What’s wrong with young women these days? “It’s a bit late for that, sweetie.”

“Anyway, I’m too scared to be excited.”

Her inflated nipples told a different story. I’d never put a woman’s whole breast in my mouth at the same time. What the hell, when would I ever have this chance again? I leaned forward and sucked one tit into my mouth, carefully shielding my teeth.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

I thought it was quite obvious. I tongued the nubbin as I sucked.

“Get your mouth off -“

I dragged my tongue over the surface.

“Stop it!”

Carol’s hips wiggled. She pressed harder against me. I went deeper into her cunt, then pulled back. Yes! We had bidirectional movement. Some more in, a little out.

Carol’s pleas turned to coos, then moans. Perhaps no one had tested the sensitivity of her two stubby tits.

After a dozen or so slides, Carol asked, “Is this fucking?”

“Yes,” I panted, “This is fucking. How does it feel?”

“Some of the others, ooh, they tried to tell me, ooh, but this -“

I did the same to her other tit, sucking hard and stimulating the nipple.

“Oh God, oh God.” Carol wrapped her legs around mine, bouncing as if we were on a trampoline. “Fuck me!”

I was. Fucking her, that is. My strokes were longer, deeper, with no more withdrawal. But I was concentrating on in and out, not just out.

“Do you like fucking me?” she asked. The tears had stopped, replaced by a pleading expression.

It took no thought. “Yes. I do. I love fucking you.” I was drowning in her eyes.

“Then fuck me, and don’t stop.”

This scared little girl had become a horny devil. If she wanted to be fucked, and I was going to fuck her, no reason to hold back. I threw myself into it, kissing her face, sparring with her tongue, licking her nipples. It was all too much. My balls churned. I was going to cum, not just a dribble, but gushes, deep in this woman’s cunt. Then it struck me, we weren’t using protection. Was she on the pill? The adhesive had me trapped, what was the point in asking? I had to pray she wasn’t fertile, and that timing was on my side.

I worked my hand down between us. Her hand was already there, stimulating herself, so I grabbed her ass. “Oh, this is so good. It’s never felt like this.” I expected she meant masturbation, not in comparison with another sex partner. “Don’t stop. Oh God!””

Who was I to argue? I was moments from cumming. When her fingertips grazed my balls, which was all it took. I pressed in as hard as I could, two, three, four deliberate thrusts, each one delivering a slimy gift.

“Wow! That was awesome!” Carol kissed me on my lips. The innocence was gone from her eyes. Now they reflected sensuality from her first real experience. My penis refused to shrink, and we were still glued together.

The door to my room burst open. Hadn’t I locked it? Of course I had, but that didn’t stop the intruders, Zenellis with the same two guys as before, marching into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed.

The techie assistant with the PDA whispered in Zenellis’s ear. “Finally, Mr. Marcus, you are with your assigned young woman. Don’t worry, my dear, I will treat this as mutual consent, even if he dragged you here and -“

“I consented,” interrupted Carol. “Except we kinda got stuck.” I raised up, and her hips followed.

Zenellis glanced at the empty tubes on the nightstand and laughed. “Quite an inventive use of FasTack, I must admit. Bonding yourself to a young lady for prolonged intercourse.” He snapped his fingers. The brute beside him reached into a coat pocket and produced a spray bottle. “Always good to have the antidote, hmm?” He took the bottle from his bodyguard. “Up, please.”

I made some space between me and Carol’s body. Zenellis pumped the spray twice. The liquid tingled, and my dick popped from her cunt.

“There! All better,” said Zenellis. His eyes moved to the ceiling. “Too bad we couldn’t record your performance for posterity. Don’t worry about confirmation.” He addressed his geek assistant. “Credit $25,000 to Carol’s father’s account.”

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Despite the fact that the professor was talking about the economic growth of China and its effects on American jobs, I couldn’t stop myself from seeing the faint outline of his head beneath his khaki trousers.

They were Dockers, those soft khaki pants that don’t really wrinkle and hugged his ass just perfectly. I was so sex driven this entire week, all I could do was stare at his dick. The outline of his head, somewhat hidden by his pants, was enough to make me squirm in my chair. When he would step close to my desk to use the chalkboard, I could only picture his pulling it out, right there in class, and teasing me with it. Waving it in the air and putting it in my face without letting me get a lick.

There wasn’t anything too spectacular about Professor Jim Nelson; he wasn’t terribly bright, attractive, or humorous. Maybe that was part of the draw, that I knew I could lure him in. Maybe with a schoolgirl outfit, the top unbuttoned low. He had a nice build, but his face was plain. He dressed nicely, but always wore plain colors to school. Still, the only thing on my mind was his cock and I.

As I’d packed my bag for school that day, I decided to bring along my small vibrator, too. I knew I would need relief during the day, and worried I wouldn’t be able to do it quick enough manually. It was in the shape of a make-up compact, easily disguisable as a cosmetic. I loved it, because it was also silent. I could have used it in class, and apart from the facial expressions I’d make, no one would know. The piece that vibrated was only about 1 ¼ inch long, and attached to the batteries with a cord that could wind up inside the compact. It was perfect.

Staring at his cock, Prof Nelson finally illegal bahis noticed the direction of my gaze and confronted my eyes. I was embarrassed, and if he had any doubts before, the blush on my cheeks was sure to confirm what I’d been looking at.

I quickly walked out of class to the nearest bathroom. I couldn’t take it. My clit was on fire, and I could feel the hot wetness of my juices in my underwear. I put the seat down on the toilet, and when I pulled my shorts down I was enveloped in the sweet smell of my pussy. I pulled the vibrator from my purse, pulled the cord out and turned it on. Sweet silence.

I touched the vibrator to my clit tentatively at first, as it was swollen and I didn’t want to jump up in surprise. I looked down to see my tight stomach traveling down to my hairless pussy, and my fingers working the vibrator into my pussy and clit.

I closed my eyes and pictured the classroom I was just in. I saw Prof Nelson at the board, drawing a loose diagram of the imports and exports of the U.S. I was still staring at his perfect cock with he stared me straight in the eyes.

This time, instead of me running off, I envisioned him coming towards me, the slight bulge in his pants growing. I could feel my pussy getting hotter, burning to touch, suck, or fuck his cock. I could feel myself salivating, my tongue tracing the lines of my teeth, wishing I could wrap my mouth around him.

He came forward, his bulge ever apparent now, and asked me to come to the front of the class. It was a classroom of about 50 people, a mixed crowd of mostly college juniors. As I stood to walk forward, I could feel the wetness in my panties cling to my lips. I got to the front of the class, illegal bahis siteleri and he instructed me to kneel before him.

At this point I heard another girl come into the bathroom, and from the small crack in the door I could see that she was shapely and curvy. I didn’t know her, but couldn’t help but start to imagine that she would hear me, hear the vibrator, and know what I was doing. That she would wriggle open my door too fast for me to put my toy away, and see me playing with my clit. I could almost feel her eyes on me, and see a devilish smile cross her face as she lifted her skirt to me, and closed the door behind her.

I pictured a girl who was about 5’5″ and 130 lbs, thick in all the right places. A nice stomach, large breasts, and an ass that perfectly turned into legs so smooth I wouldn’t want to take my hands off of them. I fantasized that she would lift her skirt to me to reveal a hairless, pantiless pussy. She wouldn’t ask me to suck on her clit, but it would be so swollen and inviting that I’d pull her ass to me, prop her foot upon my thigh, and touch the tip of my tongue to her wet pussy. I could almost smell her, right before the door slammed in the bathroom and I was jolted out of that fantasy and back to Prof Nelson.

After kneeling, he would simply pull out his cock, which would be revealed as massive at this point, and simply say, “suck on it.” His beautiful cock in my face, nicely trimmed balls, so inviting that I’d inhale his cock into my mouth, quickly spitting all over it to build up lubrication and slide my hand up and down his cock while I twisted with my wrist. I could hear the rest of the class egging me on, encouraging me to take more of his cock, suck canlı bahis siteleri it harder. They called me a slut and a cock whore, and I loved every minute of it. I could feel my pussy getting hotter, and as I pictured Prof Nelson’s cock in my mouth my pussy felt hotter against my busy fingers. I suppressed a moan, and moved the vibrator up and down on my clit.

In my imaginary classroom, a football player in the back of the class comes forward as I have Prof Nelson’s cock deep in my throat. He bends down and touches my ass, sliding his hand between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy.

“Fuck her!” another guy yells, to much encouragement from the class.

In my bathroom stall, I can feel myself coming so close to orgasm. Part of me wants to delay it, but I know that my absence in class will soon be noticed.

The football player pulls down his athletic shorts to reveal his huge cock. He spits on the tip of it and kneels down behind me, pulling my shorts down just to the top of my knees, just enough to penetrate me.

Without regard to whether or not it will hurt, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, making me gag on Prof Nelson’s cock, and I thrust back equally hard.

In my stall my fingers slow down but the building orgasm is inevitable at this point. I can feel the energy coming from my fingers and toes and centralizing in my lower abdomen before it explodes in my pussy and I bite my lips to stifle any sounds. My legs are weak and there’s a small drop of sweat running down my calf from the back of my knee. I want so badly to have a cock inside me at this very moment, a cock to impale myself upon and thrust into.

My orgasm fades, and I breathe slowly. Stowing away my toy, I stand and pull up my shorts, buttoning and zipping them before stepping out to check myself over in the mirror. When I walk back to the classroom, Prof Nelson looks at me quizzically, and I return his inquiry with a wink and a blush on my cheeks.

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My athletic ability should never have been the bane of my life. Running freed my spirit, gave me a sense of power as I drove myself to greater speeds. I was fourteen when I discovered that I could cover 80 metres faster than other boys in my school. At 15 I was area champion at 100 metres.

Passing years have revealed that there are mothers who need to control, or rather direct, any sign of ability their child may have. A seemingly laudable fact. ‘Talent needs to be nurtured’; ‘Too young to know what’s best for them.” So it was that, by the time I was fifteen, my mother had taken charge, and the restrictions on my life began.

“No late nights. No smoking. No drinking. Girls will hold you back. Believe me, I only want the best for you. You’ll be twenty one when the 1956 Olympics start. We’ll have you in perfect condition by then,” she declared. She set me up with a personal trainer, but supervised everything he did.

My father, a success in his own air conditioning business, was sympathetic. “I’d like to see him do well, Greta. But the lad needs a life.”

“He’ll have a life,” my mother would reply,” but it will be a successful one.”

My father would shrug hopelessly in my direction. Successful and positive as he was in his business world, he always relented in the face of my mother’s determination.

So the activity I loved became a hindrance in so many ways. No late nights naturally precluded much activity with girls. My mother was constantly warning me how physical contact with the opposite sex would interfere with my progress.

By the time I was seventeen my experience with girls had been limited to remote, flat kisses, a fumble around the breast area before my hand was knocked away. Remember, this was decades ago, when most girls believed they should keep it until they were married.

At least that’s what I thought. But hearing my school mates talk of their experiences you would have thought we lived in an age of rampant nymphos. Much of their boasting was empty wishful thinking, I told myself, but wondered how they could know so much. Just reading about it, I hoped, but hating the idea of being left behind.

Anyway, it left me wondering, as I approached my eighteenth year, just how I would ever be able to react in an intimate situation with a girl. I would be starting university at the end of Summer and was beginning to see it as a gateway of escape from my mother’s oppression. Not that I didn’t appreciate her intentions for me. Being an Olympic athlete was an appealing goal, but her methods were just way over the top.

Such was her involvement that I was sure that many of my High School colleagues saw me as a ‘Mummy’s boy’. It seemed to me that soon I had to take some kind of stance.

Then she came up with what was to be a life changing arrangement.

She had that pleased-with-herself look on her face as she announced, “I’ve booked us a lovely holiday for your eighteenth birthday, Harry. Three weeks on a quiet Greek island. You can keep up your training, read some of your study books, and your father needs a quiet break from the stress of his work.”

All my friends were going off to Summer camps, or touring together. And I was going on holiday with my parents. Mother’s boy, indeed.

“Do we have to?” I asked plaintively.

“It’s all booked. You’re going to love it.”

If only she knew just how true her words would be.

The island of Agistri was only a short ferry ride from Piraeus, the port for Athens. A jewel in an azure sea, the brochure said. For me it appeared to be a disguised Alcatraz, only just over two miles wide at its narrowest point.

It has changed much over the years, but at that time Agistri boasted one small hotel and a couple of tavernas, alongside scattered cottages of residents, mostly fishing folk.

It turned out that my room in the hotel was on the ground floor, whereas my parents were on the first floor. I immediately saw some advantages in that. Although I couldn’t tell myself what they were.

My mother had called it a quiet island and the significance of that was immediately apparent. It seemed that most of the other hotel guests were there for the peace and quiet of their twilight years. Out on the street I saw l one or two back-packing couples, who might be island hopping or who, over the subsequent years, would become hippie folk.

My mother quickly showed me the sandy beach just down from the hotel. A stretch of almost white soft sand, with the landward side shielded by clumps of shrubbery, with the occasionally vivid red of bougainvillea.

“This is where you can run, Harry. A good stretch for three quarter pace and the occasional fast burst.”

I felt like being awkward, “There’s no tide, so it’s all soft sand—speed won’t be much.”

“Running the soft sand will help strengthen your legs,” she smiled that smile of extra wisdom,” and if you run just on the very edge of the sea you’ll find it firmer—and nice and splashy.”

“What about the heat?” I persisted with my negatives..

“Oh, early in the güvenilir bahis morning, of course, before the sun gets too high.”

So the routine began. The next morning, which happened to be my birthday, I was out just after eight, barefooted, and wearing only a pair of shorts. As soon as I began running, I felt that old exhilaration, that sense of power. Striding over the soft sand required more effort, and I did a three quarter rate the length of the beach, which I estimated was about three quarters of a mile.

On the way back I attempted a few faster bursts, splashing through the edge of the transparent sea. By the time I’d finished I was coated in sweat, and was happy to plunge into the warm balm of the water.

That evening it was surprising to find that the food in the hotel restaurant was first class. Afterwards, because there was nothing else to do other than perhaps take a walk, I succumbed to my mother’s pleas to join her and my father in the small bar area. “To get your present,” she said with an excited smile.

There were comfortable booths around the main area with maroon leather sofas and seats. A handful of other people were scattered about the room, and piped music, low, gentle issued over the whole scene.

My father ordered a Greek beer for himself, a Bacardi and coke for my mother, and, with an apologetic glance at me, an orange juice.

With an excited smile my mother placed a small gift wrapped package on the table. “Happy birthday, son,” she said, rather huskily, and as I reached for it she added, “but before you open it—–” And she raised her hand in the air.

Immediately the piped music changed to the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’, and the hotel manager appeared carrying a decorated cake complete with burning candles. My mother began to sing, my father joined in in his growling tones and as others turned their heads they joined in too.

I so wanted to feel grateful, yet I couldn’t avoid the sense that I was being treated like a nine year old. The song ended and there was a little patter of applause as I dutifully blew out the candles.

I opened the package and found a very presentable gold watch. “It has a stop watch in it.” My mother said. I wasn’t surprised. But it was a fine looking watch and I warmly expressed my gratitude.

After a few minutes, I excused myself to visit the toilet, which took me past the bar, where only one person was sitting. A lady with long dark hair down her back, over a sleeveless turquoise dress. Briefly my mind registered the curve of her waist to hip.

As I was on my way back, she turned in her seat and her dark eyes watched my approach. The dress was cut low enough to give a hint of a gently sloping bosom. Her wide mouth smiled as I was about to pass.

“Happy birthday,” she said quietly. There was a warmth about her that I couldn’t define.

I muttered my thanks and was about to move on, uncertain how to say more.

“You’re twenty first?”

I stopped, feeling my face redden, ” Eighteenth.”

Her eyebrows raised, “Really? You look more mature—and an athlete.”

I just stood, wanting to ask how she knew that, but was lost in her interest.

She laughed, “I saw you this morning. Very impressive.”

She saw me? How could she do that? I was sure I had the beach to myself. More importantly, why should she notice enough to comment. My mind whirled.

“Might I buy you a drink—to mark your birthday.”

I glanced towards the booth where I saw my mother watching, her eyes narrowed, ” I don’t—can’t–“

She followed my glance and said simply, “Oh, I see. Well, have a good night.”

Totally abashed by a sense of inadequacy I returned to our table.

“What was that woman saying to you?”

“Just happy birthday.”

“Watch yourself with women like that.”

“Or just watch her move,” my father chuckled. The woman had slid from the bar stool and was swaying towards a side door. Her whole body undulated sensuously. “Oh, yes.”

“Raymond!” my mother hissed.

But I was grateful to my father for breaking the tension.

The next morning I was out and running, with the sun low over my shoulder, already warming. The idea of coming out earlier had crossed my mind, but had no appeal.

As ever, the freedom of running lifted my spirits and on my return I really turned it on as I splashed on the water’s edge. Breathing heavily I eased back at a point where the shrubs grew closer to the sea, narrowing the beach at that point. There wasn’t another soul in view.

“Very impressive,” the gentle call, followed by the clapping of hands startled me. I looked towards the shrubs, and immediately saw her, almost hidden, seated in a gap between two bougainvillea, close enough for me to recognise her immediately. The dark hair tied back, the open smiling face, and, my heart skipped at the illusion, only bare skin visible, as she sat on a blanket with her arms wrapped around her knees.

I hesitated, fearing the embarrassment of her being naked. She laughed and called, “Have you been warned türkçe bahis off me?”

She leaned back and I could see that she was actually wearing a brief blue bikini, and her words told me that my worst fears were confirmed. She knew I was dominated by my mother!

The thought filled me with determination to crush such conclusions. I moved towards her, intending it to be a purposeful stride, but the softer sand higher up the beach, made it more of a clumsy stagger, as I neared her.

“Hello,” I said, seeking sensible words to say. “Up ahead of the sun?”

“Early sun is safer, I’ll move out into the open shortly for a brief while.”

She looked up at me appraisingly, her eyes moving slowly from my knees up over my shorts, where they lingered briefly, or did I imagine that? Then up over my chest until she was gazing into my face.

I looked down at her tanned skin, the smooth curve of her shoulders, the subtle rise of small breasts before they disappeared, just, into the bikini top. The enticing cleft between them held my eyes for a second or two, before I moved down to the crease her seated position made in her flat belly.

“Good body,” she murmured, her head nodding.

Sure is, was on my lips before I realised she was talking about me.

“Very athletic,” she went on. Then, her brown eyes taking on a mischievous gleam, she added, “Like what you see?”

Flip, confident answers flooded into my head. But they weren’t my answers. I could only stand there, face burning, words failing to form on my lips. I became aware that my head was nodding inanely. To cover that I finally came up with the dumbest of responses, waving my arms wide, “Sand, sea and everything. Yes.”

Her face showed a measure of understanding as she came up onto her knees and moved across the blanket. “Not very comfortable with the opposite sex, are you? No girl friends?”

Again a pack of boasting lies were anxious to be given a voice, but after my mute reactions so far I knew they were pointless. I just shook my head.

“Come on,” she said kindly, “you look so uncomfortable standing there. Is that the effect I have on you? Sit down here beside me.”

Worriedly, I looked back along the beach, half expecting to see my mother in full battle cry coming towards us. The beach was empty.

As I sank hesitantly to my knees she asked, “Is it your parents you’re with?”

“Afraid so,” I said fervently, glad that I was able to find my voice.

“How long are you staying?”

I told her three weeks, at which she gave a little nod before asking,

“You didn’t answer my earlier question. Were you warned off me?”

I took a deep breath, “I’ve been warned off all females.” Not strictly true, but near enough the mark.

“Why, for goodness sake?”

I looked into her open, sympathetic face, and, like a released dam, I was suddenly pouring out the whole background to my restricted situation, ending with the prospect of getting away to university.

She pursed her full lips and looked deep in thought before saying, “An Olympic prospect? I suppose it’s a laudable goal—but really–so many barriers on your life. It can’t be good.”

I shrugged and stared out over the clear turquoise sea, lapping gently onto the beach. A ferry boat approached. “Are you on holiday?” I asked.

“Yes and no.”

I looked around at her. She was leaning back taking the weight on her elbows, a pose that showed off the whole angular perfection of her body. It was an effort to keep my eyes focussed on her face, pleasing though that was. How old would she be? Although I wasn’t good at that sort of guessing, I reckoned early thirties.

“I have a summer place over on Aegina,” she explained, nodding out across the water. “Only twenty minutes away. Gets a bit hectic this time of year. So I come here for the peace and quiet, when the mood takes me. I keep a little room at the rear of the Risla taverna.”

I glanced at my watch, and started to rise, “I’d better be getting back.”

“A pity,” she said with a friendly smile. “See you tomorrow perhaps.”

“Yes,” I said, and added bravely, “I’ll look forward to it.”

She laughed, and I gave her a wave as a hurried away.

Next morning, I was out and running a little earlier, my hands clenching as I neared the two bougainvillea. I lowered my pace, but my heart sank when I saw that the gap was empty.

I speeded up in exasperation. Since the previous morning I had been unable to get her out of my mind. The lean tanned look of her, her kindly open face, the warmth of her interest. The disappointment of her not being there drove me into a wild attempt at a sprint to the end of the beach. So vigorous was my effort over the clinging sand that I was glad to make my way back at only a steady jog.

Hell, I don’t know why I should feel so upset. What was I expecting here? She was way out of my time zone and obviously fairly well off. Yet she had shown a willingness to talk. And that was something new in my experience.

Approaching the gap in the shrubs, I held güvenilir bahis siteleri my breath, and then released it in a relieved sigh. There she was, sitting in the same arms-around-knees pose as yesterday, and now she waved cheerily. I swerved up the beach.

“You were early this morning,” she said with a smile, and shuffled across the blanket. “Come on. Sit down, you look like you’ve overdone it.”

Sitting beside her and without thinking I said, “I thought you weren’t here.”

Her eyes held mine, “Would it have mattered?”

I felt the blood rush into my face and I looked out to the sea.

“You know I don’t even know your name.”

I told her.

“Well, Harry. I’m Laura. Pleased to meet you.” And with a little chuckle she held out her hand. I gave her mine. Her fingers were surprisingly cool, and was that just a little squeeze before she released? I gave her what I hoped was a positive smile.

“How was your day yesterday?” she asked.

I told her how my father and mother declared that the afternoons were too hot to be out and about. “So I just wandered around the village here. Saw your tavern.”

“Were you looking for me?” her voice took on a teasing tone.

“No, no, it was just chance.” I had hoped to see her. “Then I did some reading.”

“I like reading–anything I’d know?”

“Stuff for university.”

“So a pretty boring day?”

“That sums it up.”

She sat up straight and looked at me directly, “Well, Harry, have you seen much of the island?”

“Just around here.”

“Well, this afternoon would you let me show you the shortest way to the other side of the island? About a two mile walk, testing in the heat but the pine trees afford good shade.”

She was actually asking me to walk with her. The very thought of that made my breath quicken, but then breathing became really difficult at her next request.

She reached behind her and produced a lotion bottle, “I know you’ll be rushing away, but before you go would you rub a little cream onto my back.” Her eyes studied the expression on my face. “Please. I did my front yesterday—the sun can kiss my back today.” Her eyes held mine, “Is that all right?” She handed me the bottle and turned to lie flat on her stomach, legs slightly spread. Wonderfully proportioned thighs, was the thought that popped into my turbulent mind.

“Not too thick,” she said, and then leaned back. “Oh, just a minute.” And she reached behind her to undo her bikini top. “No strap marks.”

Trembling slightly, I opened the bottle and poured a little of the cream onto my hand. Tentatively I leaned over her and stroked at an area just below her shoulders, letting my circling hand flow over the top curve.

She had flinched at the initial chill, but now she said, “Oh, nice touch, Harry. So gentle.”

The smoothness of her skin under my fingertips sent fiery tingles coursing through my body. As my hand moved down in ever diminishing circles I was sure she gave a little shiver. Of pleasure? I hoped so.

For me the fire had reached my groin and I was terribly aware of the pressure mounting against my shorts.

As I neared the end, my fingers passed along the top edge of her bikini bottoms, and I saw, and felt, the slight indentation of the beginning of her anal cleft. How could that be so erotic? Added pressure in my groin.

From her prone position she said, rather huskily, “That was so good of you, Harry. Just one more request. Could you fasten up my top for me?

This was an added intimacy. Would I make an idiot of myself? I reached across to retrieve one end, pulled them together and was relieved to find a simple hooking system, which I managed despite the trembling in my hands.

She rolled over, sat up and handed me a small towel, “Thanks for that. It wasn’t too bad was it? Just wipe your hands dry.”

We made quick arrangements to meet behind the village chapel at half past one. “That’s where the easiest trail starts,” she said, as I stood up. “Wear something you can swim in—we can cool off across there.”

Instantly I was aware of her looking at my shorts, and I had to resist an impulse to place my hand over the tell-tale bulge. But she just gave a little smile as I turned away and she said, “Better walk back fairly slowly.”

Feeling like the most callow of youths, I did walk slowly over the sand. But, at least, a pleasant afternoon beckoned. I just could not come to terms with her wanting to give her time to me, and all I hoped for was that I could appear more mature than I had so far.

Over lunch my mother wanted to know how I intended to spend my afternoon.

“Chasing the local beauties,” my father joked, winking at me. “Might be a hard search, eh, Harry?”

“Oh, stop that, Raymond.”

“Like yesterday,” I sighed. “Exploring.”

“Well, watch that hot sun—wear a shirt.”

“I might keep among the pines—good shade.”

“That sounds sensible,” she agreed.

If I’d added, ‘with a sensuous woman,’ she might have had a heart attack.

One twenty five, and I was seated on steps at the side of the chapel, my eyes fixed on the lane below. Luckily, the steps were in the shade. The sun was high and the heat intense. I wore an open shirt and shorts that would double up as swimming trunks.

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I lie down on the bed and he gets in with me. He runs his hand down my arm.

“I’m sorry,” I say trying to hold back the tears.

“For what,” he asks.

“All this,” I reply as I turn over to him, “I just don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I mean this just turned out as an experiment but it ballooned out of control.”

“It’s okay,” he says in a low tone, “so what do we do now?”

“This is going to sound stupid,” I say.

“What,” he asks.

“It’s stupid.”

“Just say it,” he laughs.

“I want an,” I pause, “this is really stupid, but, I want an all black gangbang.”

“What,” he says in amazement.

“I told you it was stupid,” I say almost laughing.

“If you want it,” he says.

“Can you arrange it,” I ask while finally turning over to face him.

“I guess,” he laughs.

“Well,” I start, “can you? I’ll take care of all the other arrangements, I want it done at a hotel.”

“I know some people who’d want to do it,” he says.

“If I do this I want them all to leave me alone after we have this thing,” I say sternly, “can you make sure of that?”

“I think so,” he says in an unsure tone.

“Should I write a contract,” I ask.

“No, just tell them up front,” he assures me.

“Good,” I say in a stern voice, “I want to be fucking left alone after I do this.”

“No problem,” he says.

“I’ll take care of the hotel and shit,” I laugh.

“Do that then,” he says.

“I want it done this Saturday,” I say before kissing him.

We then fall asleep.

The next morning I reserved a hotel suite at one of the best places in town. I called it in and sounded completely white. I have a great plan for my entrance and I want to shock the hotel. I’m going to wear nothing but the hip-hop clothes that I own, and act real stupid for the hotel clerks. And yes I wrote a contract for Robert and the rest of the gang-bangers to sign. It states that they’ll never contact me after we do this thing. I hope they can uphold their end of the bargain. I then tell Robert that all the gang-bangers must follow me canlı bahis şirketleri into the hotel like a kind of entourage. I can’t wait for it. It’s going to be fucking great. I barely sleep the entire week, and then Saturday finally roles around.

I find all my hip-hop style clothes. I make sure I look ghetto as fuck; the hotel staff is going to love me. I look at myself in the mirror before Robert calls me and lets me know the guys are waiting for me. I do one last look over and I run out of the house. I drive as fast as I can to the hotel and see Robert with a group of like seven black guys. I park my car and they follow me as I enter the hotel lobby.

I can only imagine what the people think of us walking through the lobby of an expensive hotel, looking like something out of a rap video. A hot fucking white bitch and several black guys following behind me, the other guests must think I’m crazy. We finally make it to the front desk.

“May I help you,” the female clerk says in a nervous tone.

“What up,” I say in a ghetto voice, “I have reservation for Crystal.”

“Okay,” she says pulling up my reservation, “you’re in room 261.”

Some of the guys play with me while I wait for my room key. They lightly kiss me and feel on me. I grab at their crotches a little.

The clerk hands me the key and we walk off. We find an empty elevator and go to the second floor. I open the hotel room door to reveal a huge suite.

“I’m not going to carry myself,” I say to one of the guys.

One of them picks me up and carries me over the threshold, so to speak. I look into his eyes as he carries me; I smile a bit until he finally puts me down. I lightly kiss him. He puts me down and I walk to the other side of the room as the guys pile in. I look out the window as the door shuts.

“Robert,” I say in a sly voice, “Get the lube.”

He complies and reaches into his bag and pulls out the industrial sized lube and places it on the nightstand.

“Now who carried me in,” I ask while turning around.

He raises his hand and I walk up to him. I get on my knees canlı kaçak iddaa and give him a quick blowjob. I push him away and stand up and look at the other guys.

“Now get me undressed,” I demand as they guys walk over to me.

They strip my clothes off my body. They’re careful to fold my hip-hop clothes up and place them on the other bed.

“Stop,” I say almost yelling as they try to take off my shoes, “they stay on, I don’t care if I break my ankle.”

I strut around the group and kiss a few of them and I play with myself a little bit.

“Lets do this,” I say in an enthusiastic voice.

All of them take off their clothes and grab some lube after Robert opens it. Two of the guys lift me up onto the bed. I almost fall over due to the heels, but I collect myself.

A few jump on the bed with me as I get on my knees and begin with a round of huge blowjobs. I can’t believe how massive they are. I start at one end and keep sucking for what seems like forever. I then lie on the bed and they take turns eating my pussy and asshole. (Note, I didn’t call it a faghole) A few fuck my face as I sit up and jerk off a few more of them. A couple of the guys suck on my tits and slap them around. It feels so good, all of that it is. Finally one of them finally sticks it in my pussy. I feel it stretch as he slides his massive meat inside of me. I let out a huge yell as he pumps my white pussy. I keep looking as the black meat goes in and out of me. I really love the contrast in skin. After he stops the next guy does the same. The guy who was fucking me then kissed me on the cheek and whispers something sexual in my ear. I laugh a little after he says that. The guys then take turns working at my pussy. I think everyone has had a turn at it. They keep fucking it. I can’t get over it! I kiss a few of them and continue to suck their dicks. I then reposition myself at the end of the bed. I lie on my back and the guys line up at my mouth while a few guys take turns at my pussy. It’s awkward at first but soon I get the hang of it. I do this for almost ten minutes. Then finally one guy lies canlı kaçak bahis on the bed next to me and they place me on top of him. He positions his cock into my pussy. Then a guy stands in front of me as I suck his dick. Then I feel an intense burn. One of them puts his massive black dick in me. They take turns fucking my ass for ten minutes. I don’t give a shit how many of their dicks end up in my mouth after they were in my ass. I then get off the guy who was fucking my pussy and turn over and place his dick in my ass. Then they take turns with my pussy. The pleasure is unbearable! I love it! They keep pounding my pussy with ever increasing intensity. One of them says he is going to cum. I then pull myself off the guy under me. I lie on the bed as the guys line up and cum in my mouth. The first guy takes forever and shoots half of his seed on my hair. It kind of pisses me off, but I brush it off. The other guys take a little less time. Most of their cum is nasty, but a few is good. I swallow most of it, thankfully. I feel exhausted as a few of the guys cum twice. I finally sit up and give a big smile.

“Wow,” I say as the guys look at me, “I don’t think I’m satisfied.”

A few guys look at me and laugh.

“Just kidding,” I laugh, “you guys were great, but you guys got to go. Maybe I’ll do this again, or not.”

The guys use the bathroom and get dressed and I stay naked and greet them as they leave. I hug a few trying to keep the cum from getting on them. Robert is the last to leave.

“Thank you,” I say giving him a big hug.

“You’re welcome,” he laughs.

“And don’t worry about what’s inside of me,” I say making reference to his unborn fetus.

“Okay,” he says before finally leaving.

I walk back to the center of the room and look at the cum still dripping from my face. I eat a few drops and smile at myself. I then hear a knock on the door. I just walk over and open the door, I don’t even realize I’m naked. A woman is at the door. It’s my company’s Vice-President.

“Hello Crystal,” she says walking inside my room, “I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi.”

“What do you want,” I ask as she walks up to me.

“Nothing much,” she says slyly.

“What then,” I ask.

“Nothing,” she smiles while licking some of the cum off my face.

To be Continued in Vice Presidential Romp…

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My name is James White and I’m 6 foot 4 inches tall with blonde hair. I’m not well built but know skinny either. What don’t show is I have an eleven-inch cock that is fairly thick. This story begins when I was setting at a table of a sidewalk café in New York City having lunch. I had just taking a bit off the sandwich I was eating when I saw a young woman coming straight to my table. She had on a white nurse’s dress and the top was really filled out. The skirt of her dress just half way down her thighs showing her well turned legs attached to a full ass. Her waist was slim. She came to my table and asked, “Can I set down and talk to you?”

I even stood up and pulled out a chair for her and said, “I would be more than happy to have you company will I’m eating, can I order you anything?”

Anne said, “I’ve already had lunch and was on my way back to work when I saw you. I guess I should explain why I want to talk to you.”

I smiled at Anne and said, “I’m all ears”, and took swig of beer.

Anne said, “I work for a fertility doctor that specializes in artificial insemination. We have a client who’s husband is sterile. She wants to have a baby in the worst way but she want the sperm to came for a man that looks and is build just like her husband. We usually don’t tell a client who the sperm comes from but she is very wealthy and insist the sperm must come for a man that looks just like her husband. She has brought in big picture of him and you look almost exactly like him.”

I smiled at Anne and said, “I think you are asked me to be a donate my sperm so you can get this unknown lady knocked up”, and smile.

Anne said, “you can call it a donation but you would be paid very well for your sperm. I’m sure Dr. Johnson will approve my choice.”

I said, “I’ve hear of sperm donations but never thought about donating mine. Just exactly where and how is it done?”

Anne said, “You would come to Dr. Johnson’s clinic and we would put you in a room with magazines of necked pretty girls in them. Also we have porn tapes. You would masturbate while looking at the magazines or watching the tapes. We would give you a special container to catch your sperm in.”

I smiled at Anne and jokingly said, “Why don’t I just fuck this high class beautiful woman you are taking about and get her pregnant instead of going though all of that.”

Anne took me serious and said, “Thats just not done.”

I joked again and said, “In other words you Dr. Johnson wouldn’t get his big fee if I just fucked her and got her pregnant.”

Anne looked disgustedly at me and said, “Are you interested or not. There would be a 10,000 dollar fee in it for you if you would give us your sperm.”

I said, “Wow, where and when do I show up to give my sperm?”

Anne said, “Give me you cell number and I will call you and we well make arraignment that are suitable for you and us both.” Anne had me to stand up and she took pictures of me on her cell from several different angles to take back to her Doctor and her client to see. As Anne got up to leave she said, “I’m sure you will be hearing from me to come in and give your sperm.”

I had nearly forgotten about taking to Anne when my cell rang two days later. It was Anne and we agreed that I would come to Dr. Johnson’s office the next day at 4:00PM and give my sperm.

When I got there Anne took me in a little room with just one chair. There was a magazine rack filled with girly magazines and a TV with a tape player attached to it with a selection of porn tapes.

Anne handed me a little tube with a funnel on top of it and said, “Don’t miss, we want all your sperm”, and left the room.

I whacked my eleven-inch cock looking at the nude girls in the magazines but couldn’t get off. I selected what looked like the best of the porn tapes and jacked off watching a girl get fucked in every position but still couldn’t cum.

I finally gave up after 30 minutes of whacking my meat and zipped up my trousers and when out of the room. Anne came out from behind a desk and looked at the empty tub and then looked up at me. I shrugged my shoulder and said, “I guess I’m to use to fucking a real live pussy that will fuck me back. I haven’t jacked off Since I got my first piece of pussy in high school when I was fourteen. I guess you will have to find some one else that looks and is build like me.”

Dr. Johnson came out of is office about that time and looked at the empty tub and looked at Anne. Anne told Dr. Johnson that I couldn’t cum while watching the tapes. She said, “I’ll keep my eyes open for some one else when I’m out and around.”

Dr. Johnson said, “He is perfect, just what our client what’s to impregnate her.”

Dr. Johnson said to me, “go back in the room and try again.”

I said, “There is no use, if I can’t cum in thirty minutes then I just can’t cum” , and left the office.

It was two days later that my cell rang again. Anne said, “Dr. Johnson is going to pay me to give you a blowjob to make you cum and get your sperm. Come back to the office today at four güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and I will suck you off.”

I joking asked, “Are you and experienced cock sucker?”

Anna said, “My boyfriend thinks I am.”

I smiled wandering if Anne would let me play with her fine breasts while she sucked me off.

I showed up right on time and Anne nervously took me to the room again. I set down in the chair and just looked at Anne. Anne hesitated but got down on her knees in front of me. She unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out. Anne looked up and me and gasped at the same time and said, ” God your big. You’re longer and thicker than mY boyfriend when he is hard.”, when she saw my lip nine-inch cock.

I was surprise I was still limb when Anne took my cock in her hand. Anne hesitated again and took my cock in her hand and said,”Don’t you dare ram that thing down my throat when I get you hard”,and took my in her mouth.

I didn’t stay limp long, God Anne ready knew how to suck cock. I was determined to hold back my cum as long as I could Anne was doing such a great job on my cock. Anne was sucking my head and jacking my shaft and playing with my balls all at the same time.

I could tell that Anne was getting hot from sucking my cock so I unbuttoned her dress and felt of her tits. Anne made a weak effort to stop me for kneading her tits but sucked my cock even hard and took it deeper in her mouth. I was rolling her hard long nipples between my finger. Anne took so much of my cock in her mouth that she gagged. Anne’s face even got red and she was sweating she was so hot from sucking my cock. I’m almost sure her pussy was dripping cum. She jacking my cock so fast and as deep in her mouth as she could without gagging.

After about ten minutes of Anne sucking me and me playing with her firm round breasts Anne let my cock come out of her mouth and gasped, “You’re not trying to cum. I would have had a load of my boyfriend cum in my mouth by now if I had sucked him like i’m sucking your cock.”

I smile down at Anne and said, “You’re doing such a great job sucking my cock that I was wandering what it would be like to fuck your wet pussy is why I can’t cum.”

Anne stood up and buttoned her dress and looked at me in disgusted and said, “That’s not going to happen”, and stormed out of the room leaving the door open.

I could hear her and Dr. Johnson arguing. Anne was telling the doctor that I wanted to fuck her before I would cum. Dr. Johnson said, “Well let him, we have just got to have his sperm. I think you know this is a 100,000,00 dollar deal.”

Anne said, “I’m not about to get fucked with a eleven inch thick cock. I would never be able to feel my boyfriend’s cock in me again.”

Dr. Johnson said, “There is 2,000.00 dollars in it for you if you will let him fuck you.”

There was a long pause and then Anne came back in the room were I was. She tried to sound disguised when she said, “Come with me.”

Anne let me to an examining room and took of her thong and got up on the examining table. She pulled her skit up and put her feet in the stirrups.

God what a gorgeous shave wet pussy was staring me in the face.

Anne put the tub and the funnel on a table beside where she was laying back and said, “when your ready to cum pulled out of me and cum in the tub.”

I smiled and took my trousers complete off and got over Anne. Anne didn’t object when I unbuttoned her dress again. I laid my eleven inch hard cock on top of her full puffy pussy lips as I took one of her hard long nipples in my mouth and sucked it. Anne just lay there like letting me fuck her was just a job and she wasn’t going to enjoy letting me fuck her. Then I felt her pussy twitching against my cock and her breathing get ragged.

I slipped the head of my hard cock in her pussy while still sucking her nipple. Anne gasped as my head when in her but brought her ass up off the table, taking more of my cock in her hot wet pussy.

I would pull my cock out to where just my head was in her and then go back in her deeper until I was all the way in her wonderful tight pussy. I was surprise she took all of my eleven inching deep in her pussy. He boyfriend must have a long cock too.

I fucked in and out of her tight wet pussy and in the position I was in over her my pubic bone was touching against her clit each time I when in her deep.

Anne was gasping and hunching me back as I fucked in and out of her hot wet pussy. I hadn’t fucked her for over two minutes when Anne gasped, “god dam you, you’ve got me off. Fuck me hard fast and deeper oh God am I ever having a powerful orgasm.” I really didn’t have to fuck her harder and faster, she was hunching her pussy up against me and having a powerful orgasm. God did her tight pussy ever milk my cock. I could have cum any time except I wanted to keep fucking her wonderful tight and now very wet pussy as long as I could.

I took her feet out of the stirrups and pushed her legs back against her breasts and got up on the table with her. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I spread her wide and drove my hard cock straight down in her pussy. I was going down in her so hard and deep that my balls would have going in her pussy except her pussy was to tight.

Even though I wanted to keep fucking Anne I had to come to the point where I just had to cum. I grabbed the tub and the funnel off the table and stood up over Anne. I flogged my cock and filled the tub half full.

Anne gasped and said, “None of our men have filled the tub with half as much cum as you just did. You must have elephant balls.”

Anne got up off the table and acted like she didn’t enjoy me fucking her, that it was just her job to get me off and collect my sperm but I know better.

As she dressed Anne said in a matter of fact voice, “I will see to it that a check for 10,000 dollars is mailed out to you tomorrow.”

I smiled at Anne and said, “God you were good Anne. If you and your boyfriend ever break up will you give me a change to take his place.”

Anne said, “That will be the day. I only let you fuck me to get your sperm.”

Anne when to a file cabinet and pulled out the first chart in the door and wrote a number on it and then put a label on the tub that had my sperm in it and wrote the same number. She when down the hall in to a room that had a sign on the door “Sperm Bank”. I had seen pictures where they freeze sperm in liquid Hydrogen.

I pulled the chart out of the door and it had the name of the lady that my sperm was going to get pregnant, her name was “Wanda Henry”.

Anne came out of the sperm bank room and saw me with the chart in my hand and grabbed it, “You’re not support to see that” and put it back in the cabling and locked it.

I when home and searched the Internet for Wanda Henry. I should have got her husband’s name. I finally found “Wanda Henry” in the archives of the paper.

It showed a picture of her and her husband at a charity ball that the Mayor had thrown. I couldn’t tell much from the picture except there was no doubt that she was beautiful and had on a gown that must have cost over a thousand dollars.

I did get the name of her husband, which was “William Henry”.

I did a search for him and he came up in 23 different net pages. One had a close up picture of him and he could have been my twin brother we looked so much alike. He own a chain of department stores. On the Forbes page it said he was one of the ten richest men in the state.

There was another page that showed close up picture of both Wanda and William and another gathering. I though Anne was beautiful and would be a good fuck if I could ever get her alone but Wanda put Anne to shame. Wanda had on a gown that show all of her breasts except her nipples and had a slit up the leg that when almost up to her pussy. I could have fucked the picture she was so sexy.

I forgot about Anne and Wanda knowing that I would never see Anne again and sure wouldn’t run in to Wanda but I would have liked to see the baby my sperm was going to father.

Three days later my cell rang again. I looked at the number and it was Dr. Johnson’s office number. It was Anne calling me again. I was hoping her boyfriend and her had broke up and she wanted me to fuck her again.

Anne said, “Some on left the lid open to the liquid hydrogen take that held your sperm and it thawed and is no good to use. Could you come in and give us some more of your sperm?”

I had heard Dr. Johnson say this is a 100.000.00-dollar deal and I was the only one that Wanda Henry wanted my sperm to get her pregnant.

I asked, “Are you going to let me fuck you again to get my sperm?”

Anne tried to sound like she didn’t want to let me fuck her and said, “I don’t have a choice. I’m just letting you fuck me for the $2000.00 Dr. Johnson is paying me to get your sperm.”

I know that Dr. Johnson wanted my sperm and only my sperm. I know I could probably get any thing I wanted and said, “Fucking you on the table was good but I think it would be better for both of us if I fucked you in a bed. How about me giving you my sperm in my apartment. I could give you twice as much.”

Anne said, “We checked your sperm count and what you give us last time would be enough to get a hundred women pregnant.” I said, “That’s not what I asked you.”

Anne said, “I know it isn’t but this is strictly professional. I wouldn’t have even giving you a bowjob if Dr. Johnson hadn’t paid me so much to give you one and ever more to let you fuck me go get your sperm.”

I said, “I don’t think you let me fuck you just for the money. I know you had and orgasm. Let me take you out to dinner and you can bring the little tub with you and we can get my sperm at your apartment or mine.”

I could almost see Anne squirming thinking about our good my long thick cock felt in her pussy but she said, “I’m not going to let you fuck me any where but here on the exam table in Dr. Johnson exam room.”

I said, “This is Friday and it to güvenilir bahis şirketleri late for me to come in to day and give you my sperm on the Doctor’s table. I’m going to be out of town all weekend and I have a very busy schedule until Wednesday of the next week. I will be in and give you my sperm on Wednesday about four.”

Anne said, “Our patient’s peak time to get pregnant is Tuesday we need your sperm by then.”

I said, “I’m sorry but it looks like it tonight or a mouth from now to give you my sperm.”

Even though I could tell that Anne had put her hand over the phone I heard Dr. Johnson said, “Ok 4000,00 dollars if you will fuck him tonight. We’ve got to have his sperm.”

Anne came back on the phone and said, “To night then. You can pick me up at 2030 South St. apartment 4 at seven. You did say you were going to take me out to dinner before we harvest your sperm?”

I smiled thinking, “harvest my sperm was a nice why of saying”, I’m going to let you fuck me in my bed. Anne was and entirely different person when I picked her up. She had a smile on her face when she opened the door for me to come in. I though she looked good in her nurse’s dress but she looked even better in her mini skit and a blouse that just had one button and exposing all of her fine breasts except her nipples. I took her to a fine restaurant and while we were eating she was even smiling and very peasant for a girl that I planed on fucking the rest of the night.

It was Anne that said, “It’s it time for us to go back to my apartment”, as we were drinking our third glass of wine.

We had no more than got in her apartment than she put her purse on the coffee table and came to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me deep. I unbuttoned the one button and opened her blouse and sucked her nipple while kneading the other breasts. Anne gasped and pushed her pussy hard against my hard cock. Anne stepped back and undid my belt and zipped my fly down. She reached in my open fly and put her hand around my hard cock and tugged, but I was so hard she couldn’t get my cock out. Anne was pushing my trousers down and I found the zipper on her mini skit and unzipped it. Her mini skirt and my trousers hit the floor at the same time.

I kept sucking her long hard nipple as I cupped her hot wet pussy and ran a finger in her hole. Anne gasped and jacked my hard cock as I ran two fingers in her pussy. Anne pulled me up for her beasts and kissed me with lots of tongue as she backed me down the hall to her bedroom.

We stopped at the foot of the bed long enough for me to step out of my boxes and her push her thong down her long legs and step out of them.

I tried to lay her on the bed but she pushed me back and when to the end table and opened a box. There was three tub and funnels in the box. Anne smiled and said, “We could brake one, I wanted to have a plenty”, and then got in the middle of the bed still smiling at me.

I got on the bed beside her and bent over her and sucked her nipple. Anne gasped and said, “You’re a tit man, aren’t you? You can’t make sperm sucking my nipples. I want to feel your big cock in me.”

I rolled on top of Anne. She spread her legs and brought her knees up so I could go in her. I ran my cock up and down over her full wet pussy lips several times. I arched my back and when in her. Anne held me tight against her breasts and gasped each time I went deeper inside her wet but very tight pussy. Anne gasped, “God your big”, as I fucked in and out of her pussy. I kissed Anne while still fucking in and out of her wonderful pussy and said, “Isn’t this better than fucking on the exam table?”

Anne gasped back, “A cock as big and thick as yours would feel good in my pussy not mater were you fucked me. Oh God I’m so close, fuck me faster and deeper. Anne hunched her clit up against me and when in to orgasm.

I keep fucking her until her butt when back down on the bed and she lay still in under me and gasped, “Oh god that was so good. Orgasms are wonderful.”

Anne very wet pussy was still milking my cock as she kissed me like we were lovers.

I roll Anne on top of me without my cock coming out of her hot wet pussy. My hard cock fell so good in Anne as she adjusted her knee on each side of me. I when back to sucking her long hard nipple and playing with the other breast and she moved her pussy up and down the full length of my cock.

Anne gradually speed up taking me in and out of her wonderful wet hot pussy and was coming down on me hard touching her clit against me. Anne started gasping and fucking my cock faster. There wasn’t any doubt that she was having another orgasm.

Anne’s pussy felt so good around my cock I was about to fill her pussy full when I remember the tub.

I manage to hold my cum back until she came down on my cock one last time and left my cock deep in her pussy and again gasped, “I’ve never had two orgasms in one night.”

I gasped back, “You had better get the tub and funnel I’m about to blow.”

Anne set up and raised her ass real high letting my cock flop out of her pussy. She moved her ass back on my thighs and got the tub and funnel of the table. Anne put the tub and funnel on my belly and moved it down until the head of my cock was in the funnel. She jacked the full length of my cock hard and fast and smile at me and said, “Cum for me big boy.”

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1.2 Richard

Even though vampires are much stronger than humans, they have similar weaknesses. Use the weaknesses to control them, not to destroy them. If I am right, they are not only the key to world domination, but most importantly to saving humanity.

From Richard Baxter’s draft of “Letters to my Daughter” – Empire City 2035.

1.2.1 Meeting with Richard

*2033*

Selene looked from the window of her private jet over to the skyline of the city. For a hundred and twenty-five years she had been building a life according to her own ideas. And there were always good opportunities here. The flight from Hong Kong had been long, but she had used the time to prepare herself. With her flew about fifty of her slaves, whom she wanted to keep in her new life. Good staff was hard enough to find to replace them.

The first time she came here, she had to spend another week on a ship. Sometimes she wondered whether the Titanic would have arrived then, if she hadn’t accidentally been on deck and discovered the iceberg. So she had warned the crew and they could change the ship’s course in time. The ship had escaped with minor wounds and no one had died or had to fight for the lifeboats, which were far too short. Flying was much safer there she found.

She liked the city, but she had made it a principle to change continent after every marriage and to take on a new identity. She tried to remain inconspicuous, because not everyone had to know that she was immortal. Or often widowed. Very often. According to her papers, she was now twenty-eight again. And she was no longer called Kathrin but had taken her real name Selene.

Selene was already prepared for her next marriages: Twice a year she set up a new identity, so that whenever she needed a new one, a new identity was always in place. Women who were supposedly raised in one of the private schools she owned. The fun became more elaborate from time to time, but fortunately she had gathered enough financial resources to be able to afford it.

She had used the time of the flight to adapt to her new identity. Thanks to her complete control over her body she had grown a few millimeters and was now 1.85(6’1”) meters tall. She had been big all her life, but not huge and every time she changed identity she grew to follow the growing humanity. In the last century, a few centimetres had already come together.

She had sacrificed her preference for leather clothing to a better material. Her long dead 24th husband from London had finally convinced her of latex in the eighties. And also her later husbands were crazy about touching her in latex. In the beginning she wore it for his sake, but in the meantime there were also high-quality clothes made of rubber, which since that time covered her body almost constantly. Her black latex catsuit was usually complemented by a corset and matching boots. Fortunately she didn’t have to go through the airport controls like the common people.

Also her personal maids wore black latex, mostly even including a mask which only allowed breathing and seeing. Selene liked her slaves in rubber better. She liked the smell and the feeling on her skin. And with her subjects she liked that she could see much better through the latex uniform which feelings were hidden underneath. No distracting colors or unnecessary layers of air distorted the infrared image.

She hoped that the luxury would remain with her for a while, but it was foreseeable that all the states of the world would turn into surveillance states, which always knew where which citizens were. She had hated the cameras since Chicago, but hadn’t had to kill for them for a long time. She had become much more careful. She practiced her gait and facial expression in front of the mirror again. And her voice. No computer in the world would still mistake her for Katherine or any of her former identities, but for her current identity Selene, which she had created twenty-eight years ago. She liked her real name and wore it again. Her next self with the name Selene was only five years old and would not be available for her for a long time.

Changing her fingerprints was by far the most painful part of the identity change. She had to hold her fingertips one by one in strong acid to completely dissolve the skin and then concentrate quite hard to get her new fingerprints to grow into the desired shape. It had taken a lot of practice to master the trick and she now managed to shape herself in the first attempt as intended, but she still didn’t like it. But it was necessary to hide her immortality. Even though she had a good memory, when she was shaping the fingerprints she looked at a picture of the desired prints that were in her official files.

She wondered when the time would come for everyone to be equipped with chips that would record where they were around the clock. The technology seemed to be feasible, but it was still too expensive and the resistance was too high. But the invasion of privacy was not much bigger than taking fingerprints from babies. güvenilir bahis Selene sensed that time was running out for her. Eventually, no matter how much money she had, she couldn’t hide anymore. It was time to finally start a family. And fulfill her destiny.

She was still able to keep up with the security features. Maybe she eventually learned how to change her iris scan, but Selene was afraid of the moment when she had to identify herself by means of her DNA or a chip she had to wear from birth.

Apart from the identity change, Selene had used the time of the flight to read. The twenty most important newspapers of the world, the complete bestseller list of the last half year, a few current patent applications, but mainly she read financial reports of companies that were potential investment objects. She read quickly and tried to keep up to date. After all, she intended to own this planet.

—

Selene had not been in town since the turn of the millennium, 33 years ago. And like last time, she came here looking for a new husband for her life. The last forty-one husbands had all been rich and handsome by human standards. But none of them had been able to resist her constant hunger for sex for long and had died of sexual overexertion no later than two years after the wedding night.

Selene had loved her last husband, as she had loved each of his predecessors, and had now mourned for nearly a year. Although she had a few lovers every day in between, she had not built up an emotional bond with any other lovers, only a culinary one. She had not been ready for more than blood, sex and sperm. Now she was ready to fall in love again and would possibly like sex so much that she too would have an orgasm. Only a few men, but all her female servants had the necessary skills to satisfy her.

Selene was compensated each time by a small fortune for the death of a husband, but meanwhile she was less concerned with money. She finally wanted children, but none of her husbands were able to inseminate her successfully. Neither could of her now thousands lovers, who all became her slaves after the first night of love and worked for her in her vast corporate empire for the rest of her life, making her even richer.

Selene knew that she liked women, but she didn’t know how else to get pregnant. That’s why she tried men, and when they saw more in her than a bedfellow and loved her sincerely, Selene returned the favor. She then fell in love with the man and married him. She still hoped that reciprocal love and frequent sex would increase her chances of pregnancy. At least her husbands managed to satisfy her more easily than normal food.

Selene had made a lot from her many inheritances, but not nearly as much as she could have. She always chose men who had no ties and were poor enough to keep them out of the public eye. And of course men who shared her current hobbies. The highest inheritance had earned her number thirty-seven with just over fifty million dollars thirteen years ago.

Most of her widely diversified assets of 373 billion had been acquired through skillful investments. And of course through the free labor of her former lovers and food donors. She was thus considerably richer than any human being, but she still managed to hide it. The fortune was officially divided among countless of her identities and foundations. Her effect on men was lasting enough that it was enough for about 14.000 slaves to be allowed to work for her and to give her food with their blood. But mostly Selene was generous and drank the blood at the source and did not use canned blood.

In her official identity she was an orphan, raised in a private school near London and inherited about fifty million from her parents. She did not want to attract attention, but she also did not want to live in a slum. Fifty million in official possession was OK there. She herself was a world traveler who had got to know the world after her medical studies. Of course, her studies had also been in one of her private universities, where the next generation was trained for her hospital chain. Sydney. She had chosen Hold as her last name, but she would give it up at the wedding in a few months anyway. Surely nobody noticed that her first name was the Greek goddess of the moon and, fittingly, her last name was the Hungarian moon. And if they did, she would tell, that her imaginary parents had chosen the first name to match the last name.

Actually, she had set herself a limit of a maximum of one hundred million as an asset for husband number forty-two. But here in the richest city in the world she could get twice as rich men without getting unwanted publicity afterwards, if she had to bury her husband a little later, completely unexpectedly, because of a heart attack. She did not want to become famous under any circumstances, that would only make the change of identity unnecessarily complicated.

Not that she killed on purpose. In fact, she usually refrained from sucking as much blood from her men as was medically justifiable. türkçe bahis Just small samples to make them compliant. She had loved each of her husbands, but each one had gone to great lengths to meet her high standards for good sex. And her weak human bodies did not endure for long. Only about a thousand times.

But even this limit of two hundred million would be significantly exceeded this time. She wanted Richard Baxter. Owner of Baxter Industries. The company consisted of an inherited construction company and a self-founded genetic engineering firm. The public estimated his assets at around thirty billion. Many believed he got rich off his high-tech company, but Selene knew better.

Richard Baxter not only owned Baxter Industries, but also controlled a few hotels with extra services. According to Selene’s sources, he owned for about three thousand women, which worked as prostitutes for him. He also had his own organization of criminals who provided him with protection money and casino income. With all this illegal activity, Selene estimated his fortune at fifty billion. As far as she knew, he rarely killed. And when he did, he killed criminals worse than himself. The dead had rivaled him, even if not quite as successful as he was. So he got rid of them. She, too, had killed many times before, so she didn’t blame him.

As always, Selene had used the time after her last husband’s death to kill a few people. She focused on wanted terrorists, religious leaders, drug lords and corrupt politicians who, in her opinion, endangered humanity. She considered the killing of them as a service to society and as training. And after each of these murders her nightmares of a devouring fire became better. Helped even more than performing miracles in the hospital.

And the confiscated assets made her a little richer again. The last series of killings since the end of marriage forty-one alone had resulted in over five hundred deaths from ten organizations in just a few months. And Selene brought in an average of about a million and a half per death. The headlines were full of the end of the ten mafia cartels, but nobody suspected that she was involved.

At forty-seven years, Richard was still looking good. Trained, athletic and probably potent. At just over two Meters (6’8”) tall, he would tower over her by half a head, despite possible high-heeled boots he seemed to be into. Selene had used the Titanic with his great-great-grandfather to cross the Atlantic Ocean. It was questionable whether, without her intervention on the ship, another human would have developed Richard’s technology. Strange how life played out sometimes.

Richard had never married before and had no children. But he had a thing for women. Many of the female slaves in his brothels he had personally deflowered. So Selene didn’t have to get rid of former wives.

But what was much more important to Selene than his looks and fortune: In addition to his construction company, he owned a fast-growing genetic engineering company with amazing success. His technologies allowed complete gene sequencing in only five minutes. And his company had patents to cure a dozen genetic diseases by repairing the genes. As far as she knew, he had made many of the inventions himself, adding an even more profitable genetic engineering division to his inherited construction company.

Perhaps he find out why her eggs absorbed sperm from men but were not fertilized by them. All Selene himself had discovered was, that she had not only twenty-three pairs of chromosomes, but twenty-eight. And her first twenty-three pairs, as far as she had found out, were human, only the five extra pairs of chromosomes made her a vampire.

Selene had put up a poster of him on the plane so she could get used to his appearance. She would have to love him and getting used to his looks was an important first step. At least he shaved and was trained. She gave him a kiss and got ready to take off.

—

Selene ordered her maids to dress her. She simply stood in the middle of the room and was to be rubbed with silicone oil by the three rubber beings. Being hairless helped, but with oil it worked better. Selene no longer dressed herself, it was much more comfortable to have staff to do it. The soft rubber hands on her body were very pleasant.

Next up was the tailor-made catsuit made of black latex. Today to stay inconspicuous no shiny latex, but dull. The suit had exactly the right size to build up the right exciting tension over the whole body. The integrated toe socks were a nice gimmick, but would soon disappear in the boots. The integrated gloves were also comfortable.

The suit had no opening or even zipper apart from the neck entry, but she was oiled, the suit from the inside too and the six practiced hands of her three maids had packed her very quickly and squeezed out all air bubbles. Very pleasant, especially in the crotch.

Selene’s boots were flat and reached just below the knees. Also made of rubber, but more military than elegant. güvenilir bahis siteleri She wanted to jump off the plane with them and not go to the opera. The corset was also black, but much tighter than her usual corsets. Selene raised her arms, breathed out deeply and let herself be tied tightly until it could be closed at the back. The corset was quite heavy due to the steel struts, but also just strong enough so she couldn’t accidentally destroy it if she breathed too hard. It was used to increase her fall speed and almost not being able to breathe was part of it.

Selene was paranoid and wanted to prevent her breathing from giving an infrared image. She was placed in the provided tub with ice cubes to cool her down and was not allowed to leave for a few minutes. She waited until her body had cooled down. She preferred to freeze than to be discovered. Only her lips occasionally came to the surface of the water so she could breathe.

After she was cold enough, the mask came on. She still had air for a few minutes and put on the mask of black rubber. The mask had only a few tiny holes in front of her eyes for her orientation, but no other openings. And also the holes in front of the eyes were only transparent latex and not permeable to air. There were no openings for mouth or nostrils. The mask also had an integrated rubber gag for noise reduction. Her next gasp would be down after landing. So that the mask collar would fit properly, they put a black steel collar on her, which was closed. One key remained in the plane, the other one was waiting for her downstairs.

She climbed down through a flap to the wheels in the already opened wheel well. She felt and heard the icy wind on her quick-drying rubber suit and concentrated on the jump. The plane didn’t fly as precisely as she had hoped, but she was able to compensate for the hundred meter deviation to the south.

She saw below her the lights of the huge city, which was no longer growing wider as before, but was growing higher and higher. Even formerly rural suburbs were full of housing silos since the integration into the city. Forty million people. Every twentieth American lived in the largest city in the world. Everywhere heavy traffic and polluted air, but also full of opportunities. Selene saw the Hudson River and behind it the historic center on Manhattan Island. Selene got ready to jump off.

Their plane was on approach, but Selene wouldn’t wait for them to land. Since airport security checks were equipped with body scanners three decades ago, she no longer felt safe doing so. She was only human on the outside. Any officer at the scanners would see that her bones were different. Different density. Ribs that were flatter, wider and more numerous. They would try to trap her and force her to kill hundreds of people. Or they could trap and dissect her, in case Selene didn’t want to kill so many people.

Selene waited until the wheels of the plane were fully extended. She looked again briefly at the wind data and then jumped out of the plane under cover of darkness and rain clouds from a height of about one kilometer. To make sure she wouldn’t be seen when she fell, she had chosen a rainy night and wore her black camouflage clothes. Despite the pattern of holes in front of her eyes she could see enough not to miss her house.

Jumping out of airplanes felt good. Like she was made for being in the air. Sometimes she wished she could fly, but she couldn’t get up more than ten meters when she jumped. Selene knew she didn’t need a parachute. She flew over the park and set her sights on her house. She just corrected her flight a little and a few seconds later landed with both feet in the middle of the roof of her 90th Street high-rise building. The trees on the roof had developed well over the last thirty years and it was like a small park on the roof terrace at a height of one hundred and eighty meters (590 foot).

Her servants were already waiting for her at the edge of the terrace and the highest-ranking one of them had the key in her hand. The maids wore a full-body suit made of black latex, similar to Selene’s, but had neither boots nor corset on. Their mask had nostrils, but they also wore ball gag under the mouthless masks.

The three maids approached Selene and each one gave Selene a kiss on the mouth first. Strange but very intimate feeling for Selene to kiss a rubber ball through two layers of latex. While she was gagged and could not breathe. They also stroked through Selene’s crotch with their hand. Selene was a predator and had to be put in a merciful mood if her bite was to be pleasant. Only when Selene relaxed, but also when she was running out of air, Selenes collar was opened and they took off her mask.

Selene took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of the maids. She needed a moment to get enough air again. The corset did not allow her to get air quickly. She smiled at her maids. Good staff and being dependent on them gave them the illusion that they meant something to their mistress. Selene had prepared herself for her servants, but Selene had not intended them to be more than tenderness, a few treats and sex. Exchangeable personnel, whose names she knew but would not use. Too many of her good and tender servants had already died of old age.

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It was looking like being a long, dull afternoon with one of the consultants. It was hot outside, one of those sultry, moist days when she was so horny she couldn’t sit still and she was going to spend five hours locked in some room with an investment banker. Not her idea of fun.

She wanted to be out in the park under her favourite tree with no panties on waiting for some horny married guy out walking the dog to come and fuck her senseless.

Her flame red hair was a good giveaway to most guys about her views on sex. She was hot and as horny as hell and wanted it all the time.

There was nothing for it she decided. She’d been surreptitiously brushing her nipples through her silky shirt and could feel the warm wet heat between her legs as her juices welled and soaked the gossamer thin thong she’d pulled tightly against her clit.

She squirmed around in her executive chair and shivered as the clenched material bit into her swollen lips and rubbed up against her throbbing pussy. She opened her legs and wider and played around her labia with the hard cold steel of her beautiful Mont Blanc pen.

The pleasure started to build and she could feel the tingling beginning to pulse up and down her whole body before she rammed the pen up to its length into her hot wet passage. But there just wasn’t enough time to give herself what she needed. And what she really needed was a throbbing hard cock nailing her to her desk as a big powerful man fucked the living shit out of her.

She decided the only way she was going to make it through this afternoon was with a little outside help. She unlocked the sleek black box next to her desk and lovingly caressed her huge array of wild and wicked sex toys.

There were the precious platinum metal love eggs which pleasured illegal bahis her secretly as she commuted into work. The elegant double ended dildo she had enjoyed with fellow female execs so many times. Or what about that monstrous mexican dildo with its 10 inch girth which made her scream with pain and pleasure as it split her in two as some big hairy guy jammed into her hot wet pussy. She loved them all but today it was the turn of her little discrete friends, her remote control heart shaped clit vibe, her platinum love eggs and those exquisite anal beads which opened up her pretty little back passage just nicely.

She sashayed off to the ladies loos wiggling her fine full arse in front of the finance guy who had panted with her hot redhead lust once before and would give anything to have her all over again. But not today – today she was going to have to keep the cool professional exterior up while the little toys gave her enough pleasure to stop her running out and fucking the trainee whose desk was just outside the boardroom. At just 19, fresh and terrified of her she wanted to save him for a special occasion – maybe her birthday coming up next month?

She glanced at her watch – not much time left to get ready. He was already in the boardroom. She pulled off her soaking panties and sniffed them deeply – she loved her own smell, pure wanton woman. She should bottle and sell it to those uptight housewives the world over who didn’t know how to enjoy a good fucking – poor uptight bitches.

She giggled as she thrust the cold eggs up into her rich moist cunt. She loved their secret tickling in the very depths of her vagina – like a good man who can use his cock to tickle her g spot to the brink of insanity before ramming her so hard her she thought she’d explode.

Clit illegal bahis siteleri vibe on next – pretty pink and heart shaped but it really packed a punch. It was such fun sitting around the boardroom table in the throes of a pulsing orgasm, trying to keep a discussion going while she mind fucked the guy sitting opposite her.

And finally the anal beads. Anal was a pleasure she had only recently been introduced to by a beautiful Thai guy with eyes you could drown in and whose long, elegant cock had been rammed into every orifice for a lust filled 48 hours in New York.

Now she’d lost her anal virginity she couldn’t get enough and loved that gentle pulling throb as she learned to make her arse relax and open up nice and welcoming for anybody or anything who wanted to come in. Bead by bead went in as she used her silken cunt juices to ease them on their way. Gasping as she pushed the last one in – the size of a big ripe plum. It filled her up and she thought lustfully of her hot Thai guy who had given her these as a leaving gift.

She slipped her silky wet panties back on as was ready to rock and roll. The clit vibe pulsed against her throbbing juicy cunt and her arse was full to bursting with those beads. She wondered who would be coming to the meeting – to be honest she didn’t really care – any man in a finely cut, expensive suit gave her the hots and started her pussy juices gushing.

One brush against a big, older man on the underground and she would be nearly running to the ladies cubicle to ram her aching pussy full of the 12″ dildo she kept in her handbag for just this sort of emergency.

She stalked into the meeting room, rolling that gorgeous arse under her tight pencil skirt and thrusting her magnificent natural tits ahead of her. Shaking the canlı bahis siteleri guy’s hand she pulsed the little remote control without really looking up and felt her pussy sing with joy and juice. It was only then that she fixed those green eyes on him.

He thought he’d died and gone to heaven. A whole afternoon locked in the boardroom with this horny bitch who he was going to nail on the boardroom table before the day was out. She would be a dirty slut he just knew it – that red hair, those eyes and that gorgeous musky scent coming off her. She was a horny arrogant bitch and he was going to fuck that out of her this afternoon.

She was blown away. She hadn’t met Matt before but he was fucking gorgeous and so hot. He was pure man and gave off pulsing waves of dominance and power. Her legs nearly gave way beneath her she knew was going to right royally fucked this afternoon and could hardly contain herself.

His aftershave mingled with the raw scent of pure animal lust and her pussy throbbed and poured its juices out through her soaking wet panties and across her wet waiting lips. She kept her eyes locked on his, her finger on the fastest vibe speed and then without missing a beat she moved her gaze down to his cock and licked her juicy red lips slowly and provocatively as she locked those green eyes back on him.

He smiled to himself – she was a cheeky little slut and he was going to teach her a lesson in business today she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Without a word her put his hand on top of her wild red hair and with brute strength, rammed her down onto her knees in front of him.

She knew when she’d lost a power play and without a word handed over the little remote control unit to him. He unleashed a magnificent cock from his tailored trousers and she opened wide to welcome him in. He smiled in delight as this horny little madam swallowed him down and got to work on his spectacular shaft. She was now his sex bitch and he was going to do whatever the fuck he pleased with her for the rest of the afternoon…

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It’s seven a.m. and I wake up to the sound of my alarm, and my wife masturbating in bed beside me. This morning she has the sheets and a quilt wadded up into a ball beneath her spread legs. Her right hand is between her legs and her left is reaching for my cock.

“Are you watching?” She asks in a tiny child-like voice.

“Of course I am, baby.”

Honi loves to masturbate. Specifically, she loves to masturbate for me. I met Honi two years ago and we hit it off perfectly. After a few months, we married. Our sex life has always been incredible but now something different has come into it. It started a little over a month ago after a drunken sexual romp on the patio. We were lying on our backs looking at the stars. Then unexpectedly she said. “I want to masturbate for you.”

She had never done that before, so I was eager to watch her. I said okay, got up, and took a seat in a chair. I sat directly in front of her and she spread her legs and began to touch her pussy. That was a big turn on for me. She rubbed on her clit, massaged her lips and put her fingers inside her. It was a very erotic scene for me. She began a slow circle on her clitoris and kept that up until she came hard. It was a big turn on but I figured it was the alcohol talking and that she would not do it again.

The next morning I awoke to Honi putting my cock in her mouth. She does that on occasion but this morning was different. She was lying on her side, head bent down sucking; legs spread wide giving me a clear view of her hand stroking her smooth pussy.

I thought this is great! Who wouldn’t love it? Pretty soon all of our sex life revolved around her masturbating for me. I loved it, but I knew she was getting into it more than I was. She still wanted me inside her, but it was usually after she had played for me. She woke up me up most mornings sucking me, asking if I was watching, and then timing it so that she could bring herself off at the moment I came in her mouth.

Honi and I are in our thirties, and horny all the time. My lovely Honi is a girl of short stature. She has short black hair and the sexiest blue eyes in the world. She has nice firm titties for her age and a beautiful round ass that I adore. I’m a few years older than Honi. I work out; try to stay sexy for my wife and I recently shaved down there if you know what I mean. Honi absolutely loves it and besides, now we match.

In the weeks that followed Honi almost always woke me up in her new fashion, often ready to fuck me after I had gotten out of the shower. Sometimes during the day, she would call my office and tell me that she was masturbating. It was hard to get any work done hearing her tell me how wet her pussy was and how she was fingering it.

One night I was going down on her. I had my face buried between her legs getting my face wet. I loved it. I was making broad strokes licking from the top of her pussy to the bottom. I was teasing her clit and was trying to sneak my tongue into her ass crack. I began to tell her how much I loved her ass. That I thought it was beautiful. How I loved to lick her bottom for her. That it was a privilege to lick her sexy ass. That got her going and she began to lift her ass off the bed so I could get to her better. I rolled her over and put my face in her sexy ass and started rimming her while she moaned louder and louder. I told her how good it would feel to put my cock in her ass. She screamed “Yes! Do it!”

She said she wanted my cock in her ass and her new dildo in her pussy. I didn’t even know she had a dildo. She got up off the bed and walked to the closet. She came back with a tube of lubricant and a rubber güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri dildo shaped like a long thick dick.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

“I ordered it online.”

“Are you fantasizing about having two cocks in you?”

“No. I only want to keep your cock happy and my pussy satisfied, baby.”

I thought that sounded like a good answer. She came back and lay on the bed. I opened the tube of jelly and started to lube up my stiff cock. She lay on her side near the edge of the bed. I started to rub some lubricant around the entrance of her little asshole. She was moaning again. I kept massaging her tiny hole until I slipped some of my finger in. She paused for a second and then started to push back against my hand. I took in the sight of my hand fingering her butt.

“I want you baby. Put your dick in me.” She told me.

I lay down next to her and put the head of my cock against her slippery asshole. I waited for her to relax and then I began to slip it in. I stared kissing her neck caressing her breasts from behind. I pulled on her thick brown nipples. They were stiff. I slowly worked more and more of my cock in. Honi loves anal from time to time and I love it anytime. I kept slowly pushing more and more of my cock inside her. I put my hand on her hip. I was watching my cock sliding in and out of her butt. We were still lying on our sides when I reached between her legs and felt her upper calf. I pulled her leg up in the air.

“Get on your knees baby.” She said. “But don’t pull out of my ass.”

I slowly started to get up on my knees and rotate myself around to where I was on my knees still connected to her ass. I pulled her leg up again and realized why she had chosen to lay on the side of the bed. We were positioned directly in front of the mirror on the dresser. She placed the rubber cock on her pussy lips. She inched it in. I kept up a slow pace fucking her ass. Then she had the cock halfway in her. I could feel it inside her.

“Are you watching?” She asked.

“Of course I am baby. It looks so good. I love to see you play with yourself.”

“Watch me darling.”

“Honi, why the recent interest in masturbating for me?” I asked her.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I love it. I love to watch you masturbate. I’m just curious as to why all of a sudden.”

“Keep fucking my ass.”

“Have others watched you?” I asked, somewhat nervous of the answer.

“No. No one ever has. Mike was never interested and it’s taken me this long to work up the nerve again.”

Mike was her ex husband. She never talked much about him and said nothing about their sex life, which was fine with me.

I slowed down a little.

“Keep fucking me. Keep fucking that ass you love so much. When I was in college, I roomed with a friend. Tina. We used to eat out a lot and sometimes her boyfriend came along. One night after dinner and some drinks, we headed to a little club nearby. We had more drinks there and by the time we made it back to our apartment, it was early in the morning and we were all pretty buzzed. I went straight to my room and they went to Tina’s room. It was small apartment and you can hear things. I could hear them having sex down the hall. I pictured Brad on top of her fucking her. She was moaning a lot and he must have been really fucking her good. I had no attraction to Brad but it turned me on to hear them. I started to masturbate listening to them. They weren’t trying to be loud, it’s just that it was small apartment.”

I slowed my strokes down because I was getting really turned on by her story.

“Anyway, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I got myself off and fell asleep. I assumed they did the same. The next morning when I woke up and went to the kitchen, Tina was there. Brad had already left. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and Tina started giggling. I asked what was so funny. She asked if I slept well. I said yeah. She laughed again and I asked what was so funny. She said that I made nearly as much noise doing it alone as they did doing it together. I acted as if I didn’t know what she was talking about. She said that her and Brad heard me in my bedroom. I denied it. Then she said they had gotten out of bed and stood in the dark hallway watching me. I was furious. I couldn’t believe they would invade my privacy like that. I left the apartment and went to work saying nothing more. I stayed mad at her until she moved out with Brad a few weeks later. I lived there alone for a while. Then my anger went away, and it started to turn me on. Knowing that they were watching me. I started to masturbate to that scene again and again. Since then I’ve wanted someone to watch me masturbate. I want it to be you.”

“I’m watching you now Honi. I’m watching you push that fat cock in and out of your pussy. It looks so hot. Put that fat cock in you”. I stared into the mirror in front of us. With her leg pulled high, I was able to see Honi filled in both of her holes.

“I’m watching it and it looks so good. Come for me. Make yourself come”

I started fucking her ass harder now. I was slamming into her ass cheeks.

“Work your pussy for me Honi. I want to see it.”

My cock slid in and out of her greased ass and I could feel her tightening down on my cock.

“That’s it baby. Squeeze my cock. Make your pussy cum now. I’m watching you Honi.” I whispered”

She began a loud orgasmic cry that almost squeezed my cock in half. I came in her ass, tightening my grip on her thigh.

The next week I was out of town on business. I talked to Honi every night on the phone. It was normal “How are you doing” type stuff. I was almost disappointed that she didn’t break into a “My pussy is so wet right now!” story. But, she didn’t. I didn’t know what to think of it really. I assumed that she hadn’t masturbated while I was away. I was sure she would want to tell me about it.

When I came home Saturday evening, I found a photo of Honi lying just inside the front door. In it, she was naked, legs spread far apart with a finger on her clit. It was made using the timer on our digital camera and apparently, she had printed it off on glossy photo paper. I picked it up and walked to the kitchen to hang my keys on the key nook and found another picture there. In it, Honi was sitting on the patio. It looked like the early morning and she was wearing her robe. She was sitting in a chair with her robe pulled apart showing her naked body beneath. I started to become really turned on when I saw there was a pic hanging on the door of the refrigerator. In it, she had the robe off still sitting in the chair. She had one leg draped over the arm of the chair and her head leaned back, eyes closed hand busy working on her smooth pussy.

I left the kitchen and made my way toward the stairs. There were photos laying every few steps of Honi in various positions masturbating. I pulled my tie off and let it fall to the floor. At the top of the stairs, I walked down the hall straight into our bedroom. The lights were off but there was still sunshine coming in through the windows. Honi was lying in the middle of the floor on top of a huge soft blanket. Her knees up, legs apart güvenilir bahis şirketleri finger in her pussy.

“Hello honey. I’ve missed you. Can’t you tell?” She cooed.

“Oh yeah, I can tell. I love the pics Honi. I love you. I’ve missed you in all the ways there are possible. Were you waiting on me?” I teased.

“Barely, just barely.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt. I let my pants fall to the floor and slid down my shorts. My cock sprang out. Excited by the sight before me, I knelt down beside her and leaned over to kiss her. I kissed her long and slow. My hand felt of my cock. I moved to her neck and started lightly kissing her. I let my tongue tease her. She gasped and moved her hand beneath us. I leaned up and looked at her, unaware that I was still holding myself.

“Why don’t you stroke that dick for me? I want to watch you this time. Your cock has missed me and my pussy hasn’t it?”

“I sure have Honi. I’ve missed you a lot. I can tell you were missing me. I love the pictures. There must be a dozen of them.”

“No.” She laughed, “There are several dozen. You just haven’t found them all yet.”

I liked the sound of that.

“Keep stroking that meat for me baby. Pump that dick for me and give me that cum. Shoot your cum on me. I want to watch you beat off lover. Pump it.”

I did as I was told and reached with my left hand to her breasts. I pulled the nipples up into hard little nubs. She moaned and went to work on her clit. I stood up over her so I had a better view of her. She was rubbing her clit in a fast little circle. I bent my knees and brought my cock closer to her body.

“That’s it baby. Jack off on me. I want to feel that warm white cum.”

And then I let loose with a weeks worth of juice and sprayed her hand and pussy with my cum. She started to orgasm at the same time and I moved closer to her head, to let the last few drops fall on her breasts, and collapsed on top of her. We lay like that catching our breaths, holding each other feeling the sticky warm juices between us.

When I gained some strength back, I pulled her to her feet. We took a long hot shower together and made slow passionate love underneath the water.

The next couple of weeks I found surprises everywhere. I would get in my car in the morning and there would be a glossy photograph of Honi in the seat beside me. She was always smiling, always showing me her good bits. I would open my briefcase at a presentation and be met with a close up of my wife’s pussy. There would be pics lying on the bathroom vanity to greet me when I got out of the shower. I even received a manila envelope addressed to me at work. It had no return address, but I recognized Honi’s handwriting. I went to my office and opened it up. It was several shots of her using her dildo. I got rock hard. I leafed through them, admiring Honis body and the pleasure she was giving it. The last few were of Honi on her back with the cock buried inside her. When I came to the one with her pussy stuffed and her index finger inside her ass, I had to lock the door. I pulled the blinds and jacked off looking at her finger in her ass.

She still wakes me up from time to time sucking me and asking me to watch. It’s still a turn on for the both of us, but her tastes may be leaning in a new direction. The other day she came to work and picked me up in her convertible. She had the top down and slid over to the passenger side as I walked to the car.

When I opened the door, I could see Honi was wearing a short denim skirt. She had one of my short-sleeved white dress shirts on with the buttons undone about halfway. I got behind the wheel and took her all in.

“Well, aren’t you all dressed up?” I said.

“Uh huh. Let’s ride.”

Before I could leave the parking lot, she was leaning against the locked door pulling her skirt up to her waist and flashing me.

“Are you watching?”

I do love my Honi.

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