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AUTHOR’S NOTE: THIS STORY IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE FANTASIES. I’M STILL WAITING FOR IT TO COME TRUE…

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THE CHRISTMAS GIFT

I give the package a shake. No noise. It’s a little heavy, too. Hmm. You’ve been out of town on a business trip and will be returning the day before Christmas. Although we speak nearly every day, you never mentioned sending me a gift, I figured we would be together when we exchanged presents.

Scratching my head, I sit down and begin to open the package. There is a medium-sized box inside and a card is taped on the top. ‘Open first’ is written in your hand and I pull it off, my curiosity increasing. I read the card. Then I re-read it while shaking my head and smiling. We had talked about my fantasy, I just never expected it would actually happen. Tossing the card to the side, I open the box. Running my hand along the items enclosed, I bite my lip.

Anxiously I await December 25th, never saying a word to you or letting on that I received the package. I have my instructions and I’m eager to follow them.

~ ~ ~

Now the day is here!

My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. I take a few deep breaths, and ring your doorbell. I’ve been a nervous wreck ever since the package arrived. I hold my breath and hear footsteps inside, approaching the door. I smile when you answer wearing only boxers. I exhale slowly and realize my excitement has been overtaken by desire. You look unbelievably handsome; your muscular shoulders . . . your chiseled chest, it takes a lot of strength not to reach out and run my hands down your skin. I let my eyes wander over your body, taking in every part of you.

You smile and step aside to let me in. As you turn to close the door, I let my coat drop. When you turn around to face me, your intake of breath and the widening of your eyes let me know you like what you see and I smile. I’m dressed in the gifts you sent: stiletto heels, red bra, red thong and beige thigh hi’s.

Unable to wait, I abandon my instructions and move closer, pressing myself against you, walking you back against the closed door. Our kiss is long, our tongues twirling around one another, licking, tasting. I take your tongue between my lips, sucking at it as we part. I run my fingernails down your chest, feeling your skin beneath them. You tilt your head back against the door and I kiss your neck, letting my tongue slowly trail down your collarbone and across your shoulder. Mmm…I love your shoulders! I linger there for a few seconds, kissing the skin, licking your muscles, nipping at you. My hands caress the sides of your body, around your back, lightly forcing your chest against my breasts. As you bring your hips to mine, I can feel how hard you are and I slowly rotate, presssing my pelvis against you.

Your hands and fingers caress my back, move up my spine, become entangled in my hair. With some force, you pull my face away from your shoulders and look directly into my eyes. I feel myself get wet as I await my instruction.

“Get on your knees.”

I smile. Yes, this is exactly what I want, what I imagined. As I lower to my knees, my fingernails scrap down the sides of your body, my tongue leaving a wet path down your stomach. I can feel your intake of breath and smile. I slip my hands inside the waistband of your boxer, sliding my fingers around to your buttocks. Your cock straining, tenting your boxer. I lean forward, my lips circling the material covering the head of your cock. With teasing fingers, I draw your boxers down your hips, letting them fall around your feet, sliding my fingers back up your inner thighs, illegal bahis cupping your sack, trailing the length of your shaft. My lips are within inches of your rigid cock, I hear a small growl escape your throat and I look up at you.

“Suck my cock,” you demand, your eyes close slightly but still watch me.

I press my face closer to you, coming in contact with your pubic area, the sparse hair tickling my nose as I move it back and forth, breathing in deeply, taking in your scent, the smell of your sex. A red flush begins to creep onto your cheeks and I grab hold of your cock, sliding my tongue up, licking the swollen head. I twirl my tongue around the ridge, grazing the skin with my teeth before bringing my lips down along the shaft, using a hand to cup and massage your sack, while the other holds you firmly in my mouth.

I look up at you as I run your cock along my lips, watching you watch me. I stick out my tongue, flattening it against the shaft, running it from the bottom to the tip before bringing it fully into my mouth again. Just having you in my mouth makes drives me mad with want. With every lick and suck of your cock, I can feel my nipples tingle and the need to feel you against them increases. As I bring your cock out of my mouth, I give it a few quick flicks with my tongue, then slide it along my neck to my breasts. I close my eyes enjoying how you feel against my skin and can tell you are watching as I slide one bra cup over, exposing my hard nipple, and run the tip of your cock along it, the pre-cum making it glisten.

“I will cum on your tits.”

Nodding, I take you into my mouth as you begin to pump your hips, fucking my face. You push further into my throat, even though you are big, I barely gag, loving the way you feel deep in there. My hands grip your hips and slide around to your ass. My fingers tease you as I spread your cheeks finding that puckered hole. I slide my finger down between your legs, letting my saliva trickle on it before I resume my goal to finger fuck your ass. When I hear you moan, I slide my finger into your ass, mimicking the way your cock is pumping in and out of my mouth. I feel your body tighten and push it deeper in, while pulling you out of my mouth just when you tell me you are about to cum.

I watch with delight and fascination as your cum squirts out, hitting my lips first, and as I bring you to my breasts, splashing on my tits and my stomach. I close my eyes, licking my lips tasting the saltiness of your cum. You take your boxers and wipe the remaining cum off my body, bringing the cloth down lower running it between my thighs. My body tingles from the excitement of having you touch me and I moan in pleasure.

You drop the cloth and kneel behind me, pressing my body against yours as your hands grab my hips. I raise my arms, encircling your head, bringing it closer to me, moaning as your lips kiss my neck, biting me gently. Arching my back, I push my ass out against your cock, feeling it harden again. Slowly you caress my body, your hands moving up and cupping my breasts, your fingers sliding inside my bra, teasing my already hard nipples.

You bring your hands down along my stomach, your fingers sliding inside my thong, moving them around my hips to my ass cheeks. A moment later you slip it off, letting it drop to my knees as you run your hand up the insides of my thighs until you reach the shaven lips of my pussy. You easily slide your finger along the wet lips until you reach my clit. There, you concentrate on that hard nub, flicking it back and forth, mashing it, caressing it, your fingers becoming covered illegal bahis siteleri in my juice. My hands continue to caress your ass, your hips, my fingernails teasing your skin creating tiny goose bumps. I tease your cock by grinding against it with my ass, tightening the muscles, bringing back alive.

You grab my chin with your one free hand then kiss me hard on the lips, then place your hand on my shoulder bending me down. I put out my hands for support and I wait for you on all fours. I feel your cock sliding along my ass, I close my eyes and push myself out to you, wanting you in me. I close my eyes, arching my back as you push the head into my wet pussy. Your cock is so thick you fill me up perfectly.

I try to control myself, I want to push back hard on you, hard and fast. But I wait. The desire in me building. You pump yourself into me slowly at first, but as you feel my body tighten around you, you begin pushing harder. I push back as you thrust into me faster, faster. I moan as your balls slap against my clit. Your hands grip my hips harder, pulling me back against you. I lean lower on one elbow and reach back for my clit. A jolt of excitement shoots through my body as I massage it. I am so wet, and my fingers easily slide up and down on the throbbing skin. I feel your cock pumping in and out of my pussy. It clenches tight and I bring my fingers up again to touch myself. Just when I think I can’t hold on any longer, I shout out, “Fuck me!” but instead of continuing, you stop. I turn to you, confused.

“Get up!” You say, seeing the look in your eyes, I don’t question your order. “Did I say you could speak? Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Silently I stand, waiting, my body throbbing with desire. I open my mouth to say how much I want to touch you. I want my hands, my mouth on you; needing you to fuck me, but you stop me.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

I blink and close my mouth. I feel my nipples tingling and cannot believe how my body is reacting to this game. Is it possible that I am getting wetter? A quick glance insures me that it is so.

I watch as your hand moves up and down your cock. I feel jealous. Slowly you walk around me, the fingers of your free hand caressing my back then sliding down and between the crack of my ass. You tease me with one finger, pressing and circling the hole of my anus. Closing my eyes, I resist the urge to move my hips and grind against your finger. My breath becoming ragged as you slide your fingers down further and run them along my pussy. I moan involuntarily, my legs spreading.

“I’m going to fuck your ass.” As you say these words you push my hair away from my neck, your breath sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head waiting for your lips. I take a deep breath. Oh God. Yes. I want you to fuck my ass.

“Do you want that, slut?”

“Slut? Who the fu…” slips from my lips, forgetting my role in our game.

“I ask the questions. Do you want that, slut?” Your voice is forceful and I am not sure if I am pissed or excited.

“Yes.” I say again.

“Yes, what?”

I hesitate then whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Walking around to face me, I see you smile and I wait, watching your eyes sweep over my body. I raise my chin and you look at me, eyebrow lifting, questioning if I am being defiant. I lower my eyes, I’ll play this with you. I want you to control me and you know it. After all, it is my fantasy, my Christmas gift.

“Go to the couch and bend over the arm.”

Quietly, I do as you say. I notice that you had put a towel on the arm of the chair and I position canlı bahis siteleri myself upon it, smiling inwardly. You had even taken a pillow and placed it precisely where I could rest my forehead. I could feel heat beginning to swell inside my body. You know me so well and know that I could only go so far with this game.

As I bend over the armrest, I feel your hands grasp my wrists and watch as you tie my thong around them. I could see the wet spot on the crotch and am immediately doused with the sweet smell of my sex.

“Hold still.” You demand and I feel your hands grip my hips. My body involuntarily clenches as I feel your breath on the cheeks on of my ass, I moan as I feel your tongue licking between them. My moaning urges you on and you plunge your tongue deep into my asshole. You swirl your tongue around, saliva mixing with my juices. I moan again as your finger dips into my slick hole, gathering the wetness, spreading it and gently sliding it into me. I push back against it lightly, you run your finger along my slit and then back up again, this time plunging two fingers inside me, the skin tightening around them.

Hearing my intake of breath, you grab a handful of hair, forcing my head back.

“Do you like that, slut?” Your voice is low, provocative. Your breath against my ear is both exciting and ticklish.

“Yes.” At this you spank my ass. I bite my lip as the sensitive skin begins to sting, you wait a moment and then do it again. Each time is a little harder. Realizing my mistake, I say “Yes, sir!” I hear you laugh and I press my face against the pillow so you don’t see or hear me laughing, for fear of another spanking.

As your hand slides between the cheeks of my ass, I feel a cold gel on your fingers. Instinctively, my hips arch out to you and I feel the tip of your cock touching my asshole. Swallowing hard, I try to relax, but my excitement is building. I feel you push the tip inside and I push myself to you. I know how big you are. I know it will hurt, but I want to feel you there. You start to caress my clit, knowing I need to be relaxed. You also know that I will cum hard and fast when you are inside me. As you caress me, my hips move back toward you, you guide your cock inside me. I feel pain, but it’s such a sweet pain my body opens to accept you.

Once the head is past my hole, you slide into me. My body clenches against you, holding you captive. Your hand massages my clit faster now, sliding along the lips, dipping into my pussy and then out again. With each movement of your hand, your cock slowly slides in and out of my asshole.

As I approach my orgasm, my body moves against you faster, bringing you deeper into my ass. It’s so unbelievably painful and sweet as spasms rip through my body, my ass contracting against your shaft, squeezing it, milking it. My clit hardens to your touch, my cum wetting your fingers, spreading to my thighs. I hear you moan as both your hands now grip my hips, pulling me to you. I can feel your cock jerk inside me as your need for release heightens. With one long thrust, you groan and I feel your body tense before you pull out, seconds later your hot cum splashes over my ass. I feel your body relax against my back, your hand coming down to gently stroke me, causing tiny orgasms from my sensitive clit. I feel your lips kissing my back and I turn slightly to face you.

“Slut, huh?” I say smiling at your handsome face.

For that I get a laugh from you and a smack on my already throbbing ass.

“And we’re not done. Besides, unlike Christmas, I cum more than once a year.”

We both collapse onto the couch laughing.

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“Well, I’ll be taking off now Jack,” called out Hal, the sales manager, as he headed toward the back door. “Make sure that you don’t lock in our auditor when you leave!”

“Oh, is she still here?” I asked, jumping up and stepping over to the door. “I thought she would be finished and gone by now.”

“So did the rest of us, but I guess she had to stay on to finish up this afternoon,” replied Hal over his shoulder as he continued down the hall. “She’s still in the front conference room, so be sure to check on her.”

“Yeah, Bossman! I’ll be sure to check on her!”

Hal didn’t realize what he was setting me up for, and neither did I at the time. For the last two weeks, we had had an outside bookkeeper brought in to audit the financial books. The first couple of days, there had been two of them, but just one remained to complete the audit. She was a rather severe looking young woman, always dressed in stiff dark business suits with high collared heavily starched blouses. Her black hair was pulled tightly into a twist on the back of her head and her dark eyes peered out through the heavy rims of her eyeglasses. It only took a couple of days before some of the fellows out back began to gossip about the strange woman in black who always wore this serious face and walked in a very military style. “Ilsa of the SS,” I had heard one of the guys call her. Another referred to her as the “Ice Queen.”

Since I usually worked late and was always the last one out of the office, it had fallen to me to let her out before I left. Our first meeting on Wednesday last week was pretty brief, just long enough to take care of business so I could lock up. On the following day, she asked if I would mind staying a little later so that she could finish up what she had started. What was another fifteen minutes, I thought. Fifteen minutes turned into an hour, but she did apologize. Earlier this week, she asked the same favor and since I was waiting for a call from the West Coast, I didn’t mind hanging around. In fact it gave me a chance to talk with her a little as I escorted her to the door. I found out that her name was Carmen, not Ilsa, and that she was from the headquarters of her firm in Chicago and traveled almost all the time. After her stay here, she was off to some place in Iowa, then Denver, followed by Seattle, and so on. I definitely got the feeling that she wore the serious straight face because she was shy and never had time to get to know anyone.

“Well, why don’t you let me get you out of this place for lunch tomorrow?” I had suggested.

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that,” she had replied. “Company rules. I can’t let you buy me lunch.”

“We can go Dutch if you want,” I had gone on. But she would have none of it.

“Thank you for asking, Jack. But I think I had better not.”

She flashed me a quick little polite smile that showed off her perfect teeth for a moment before she ducked into her rental car and was off. The next couple of days I did manage to catch a glimpse of her working away as I passed by her room. She looked up briefly and smiled but always went right back to her work. She spent most of her time in the conference room or in meetings with our controller. She ate the lunch she brought with her. She did take a break or two and sat outside on the decorative park bench in front of the building that no one else had ever sat upon reading what looked like a cheap romance novel. On Thursday, walking her to the back door a second time, I tried to ask her out to lunch again.

“I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind about lunch, have you?” I said wearing my friendliest winning smile.

“I really shouldn’t,” she replied looking away. “Company rules and all that.”

“But you’ve been shut up in here all week and it’s supposed to be a beautiful day tomorrow.”

“Thanks for asking,” she said glancing up at me. “You’re really persistent and sweet about it, but I really can’t.”

“Suit yourself,” I replied as I held the door for her to leave.

So now it was Friday and I recalled from earlier in the morning how she had looked up from her work for a moment as I stood by the fax machine chatting with a couple of the girls from customer service. For a moment I thought she was checking out my butt, but she turned away when I casually turned back to look. She looked up for a moment and smiled before looking back to her work. I could see the trace of blush flushing her cheeks as she scribbled with her pencil across the books in front of her. Later in the afternoon I had literally run into her as we were exiting the restroom.

“Sorry,” I said, reaching out to help steady her as she stumbled a bit.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, likewise reaching out for balance.

For a moment we held onto each other. I noticed two things: her hands, resting lightly on my shoulders, were very small, delicate, and well manicured; and her slender arm felt very soft and warm to the touch.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I laughed. “I think my boss mobilbahis güvenilir mi is getting suspicious.”

She paused for a moment looking up at me with her dark eyes. I had never seen anyone with black eyes before. Maybe they were just very dark brown, but in the light outside the restrooms hers appeared black and she just looked up, as if trying to look inside of me. For a moment I could see a flash of warmth in her dark eyes, the hot flicker of her soul sparking deep inside of her. There was a hint of Spanish ancestry in her facial features, with nicely rounded cheekbones and thin dark eyebrows. She let her delicate hands slip down my arms and fall back to her side. Then the cool look returned to her face, she cleared her voice and began to back away. I watched her closely as she turned and walked back to the conference room. So there was the soul of a woman underneath that stern cool exterior, even if it didn’t show in the stiff, business-like stride she took along the hallway. As I walked along that same hallway so late in the day, I remembered that moment and that look in her eyes.

“Carmen,” I called out as I approached the conference room doorway. “Will you need to stay late tonight?”

I was surprised to see that all of the books were stacked neatly on the table and her briefcase was closed. Instead of seeing her seated upright at the table with her calculator and pencil at hand, she was leaning back in the chair sipping from a can of soda pop.

“Whoa! I guess you’re all set to go!” I said quite surprised. I had expected that she would have to stay late.

“Almost,” she said before taking a long slow sip of soda. “I always like to enjoy the last few minutes of a job like this. You know, savoring the success of pressing the equals button one last time and seeing the numbers come out even.”

“You accountants live a pretty wild lifestyle!” I cracked, trying to keep a straight face.

“I would expect sarcasm from someone in sales!” she replied quickly.

“Well, I can’t conceal the fact that we play a little harder than the folks in accounting.”

“Certainly not after reviewing some of your expense reports,” she said. “Do you guys do a lot of client entertaining?”

“Hal’s a pretty strait-laced guy so we have to be careful with how we spend the company’s money,” I remarked. “We have to have a good business reason when springing for dinner or hockey tickets.”

She took another long sip of soda and pushed herself back a ways from the table. She re-crossed her legs, apparently unmindful of the rising hem of her skirt now resting above her knees and affording a tasty glimpse of her shapely legs encased in dark silk stockings.

“So have you got a plane to catch tonight?” I asked.

“Actually the first flight to Des Moines early in the morning and a two-hour drive in a rental car.”

“Oh, an exciting time in the garden spot of the Midwest.”

“Yeah, a real hot spot,” she said looking off and away vacantly. She took a last sip of soda and set the can down on the table. “So what about you? Any hot plans this weekend?”

“I’m going with some friends to the big U2 concert tomorrow night,” I said surprised at her interest.

“Sounds great,” she said, looking away again. “I always miss the good shows.”

“That’s too bad,” I said trying to sound sympathetic. “You probably don’t get out much.”

“No, not in a fun way,” she said getting up from the chair and moving over to the large window looking over the front lawn. “The same hotels in different towns with the same set of strange faces all around. I’m so tired of traveling I would give it up tomorrow if they didn’t pay me so god-damned much money.”

“I know I get homesick when I’m out on the road too long,” I said stepping over beside her near the window. The warm summer afternoon was turning into a gorgeous summer evening. “I can’t imagine what a steady diet of traveling is like.”

“Ain’t no picnic, big boy,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “It was a lot of fun for the first few months. I had never been more than 100 miles from home until I left for college. Now, I’ve been nearly all around the world, and the novelty has definitely worn away.”

“Say I’m not doing anything tonight,” I ventured. “Why don’t you let me take you out and show you around the town?”

She smiled a looked over at me. “Thanks, but I told you the rules.”

“Screw the rules! I know of this really neat place to eat in Mex-Town and a couple of happening clubs in Harmonie Park. What d’ya say?”

“I’m tired of eating out and drinking in strange places,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I really need some r ‘n’ r.”

“Then how about if I cook you dinner at my place?” I said trying to find the right formula to get to her. “I even let my guests put their feet up on the coffee table if they want.”

“You’d do that for me?” she asked, reaching over with a dainty little hand to touch my arm. “That’s a really sweet tempting offer.”

“I’ve mobilbahis got a great music collection. You could pick out some tunes and relax while I uncork the wine and fix dinner.”

“That sounds pretty domestic,” she said beginning to smile as she gripped my arm. “Is that all you have in mind?”

“After spending so much time in the company of strangers, you look like you need to connect with someone,” I said, turning to face her. “I’m simply volunteering.”

“How sacrificial of you,” she smiled. But then the smile faded and she looked at me as she had earlier in the day, a deep look inside of me as if trying to take of the measure of whether it would be worth it to trust me. In doing so the cool façade of the stern bookkeeper melted away to reveal the warm soul of a lonely woman, far from home looking for a comfortable place, a warm embrace, and perhaps more. She turned and came face to face with me, her face tilted up to meet mine, her dark eyes opening widely. Her other hand reached out to touch my arm. I moved closer to her.

“That’s very nice of you to volunteer,” she said softly moving closer to me. “I wonder if you’re up to providing for all of my needs.”

“It’s that or die trying,” I quipped.

“That sounds like commitment,” she said. “Domestic and committed. I don’t usually attract that sort of man.”

“And what sort of man do you normally attract?” I asked, slipping my arms around her.

She let her hands glide up to my shoulders. “Lonely salesmen on the road, looking for any old warm port in the storm,” she said bringing her hands back down over my chest. “Looking for a quick fling in a cheap motel, a no-ask, no-tell affair with a stranger. I meet them all.”

“And do you go with them?” I asked, truly interested in her answer.

“I only did once, and regretted it ever since,” she said, her hands gently rubbing my chest.

“So that’s why you wouldn’t go to lunch,” I responded, bringing my hands down to her waist.

“That and a couple of other reasons,” she said. “I don’t know you. You don’t know a thing about me. I just can never let myself get involved.”

“You should know that I’m not the kind to take advantage,” I said pulling her up against me. “But I’m not beyond meeting with someone on equal terms, seeking out the warm caring touch of someone in need of the same.”

I was aware of her belly pressing up against me, her breath on my cheeks, her hands gently rubbing my chest. I was also aware of her dark eyes locked on mine, opening up so that I could see the pain and longing deep inside of her. She slipped her hands around to my back and let herself fall closer against me, our faces an inch apart.

“How do you know that I feel that way?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Maybe it’s because we see in each other a bit of the same thing, the loneliness, the need to connect.”

I tilted my head opposite her and brought my lips toward hers. They lightly touched in a brushing soft kiss. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, as we pressed closer together. Her body trembled as our arms looped farther around and our kiss grew deeper. Her breath splashed over my face as her mouth opened and our tongues sought each other out in a twirling wrestling match. As I reached down to cup her ass with one hand and brought the other up behind her head, she slipped an arm up over my shoulder and held me tightly. With our bodies pressed together I could fell how slender she was beneath the full cut of her business suit, with a narrow waist and a small firm butt; and her body felt warm, very warm. She finally pulled back to take a deep breath.

“Oh, God. What are we doing?” she asked looking at me with a puzzled gaze.

“I’ve always found it unnecessary to ask too many questions at times like these,” I replied. “But I thought that we were just kissing.”

“That was not just a kiss,” she said. “That was something else. That was passion!”

“There’s more where that came from,” I remarked pulling her close again. “But I promise that I won’t rip your bodice.”

“Pardon me?”

“Well, I saw you reading one of those potboiler romance novels at lunchtime and didn’t want you to think I was a bodice ripper.”

“For one thing, I’m wearing a suit not a dress so there is no bodice to rip,” she said with a laugh. “And second, I was reading Sexual Response In Women not a romance novel.”

“That explains your kissing technique,” I said pulling her close and kissing her again.

Our hands were all over each other now; hers up fingering their way through my hair, mine working up and down her back feeling out every slender curve of her backside. Her hands worked around to loosen my tie and pull it away from the neck of my shirt. I began to work on the buttons of her suit jacket as she unbuttoned my shirt. After pulling her jacket open, I fumbled with the dinky buttons on her blouse. She pulled my dress shirt open and ran her hands over my bare chest.

“You’ve got a very nice body, Jack,” mobilbahis giriş she said. “Nice and slim with firm muscles.”

“No, you’re the one with the nice body,” I remarked as I pulled her blouse open to reveal her full breasts nestled in a lacy pink bra. I traced my fingertips along the upper rim of the cups barely, teasingly touching the tender flesh of her breasts. “You are beautiful!”

She leaned toward me and began to kiss me on the chest, letting her lips graze lightly on my nipples. I gently tugged at the cups of her bra pulling them down to reveal the dark nipples beneath that were now getting firm and erect. I heard her gasp against my chest as I cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She spun slowly around so that her back was to me but my hands could fully explore her full firm breasts. They were delicious handfuls, not too big, but enough to fill each hand completely. The skin surrounding her nipples was so soft and smooth and creamy I could have stood there all night playing with her tits.

Her hands reached down behind her and rubbed up against my crotch, feeling my cock rise up in eager anticipation. She gently massaged it up into a more comfortable position. She pulled the zipper down and slipped one hand inside and pulled my cock out to stroke it. She turned back around and grasped me with both hands.

“Look at you!” she cooed. “A kind, sensitive guy with a big cock! Pinch me I must be dreaming.”

I grabbed at her nipples and threatened to tweak them but she never gave me the chance when she kneeled down to pay attention to my cock. With both hands she rubbed it and stroked it, squeezing the head enough to make me flinch from the overwhelming sensation. As she began to lick at it with her tongue, I loosened my trousers and let them fall down to my ankles. She paused for a moment so that I could lower my boxers and give her full access to my cock, now standing at attention in front of her mouth.

Without a word she drew it into her hot wet mouth, her hands holding it straight out by the base and her mouth working back and forth along the length of it. She paused every so often to let it pop out of her mouth and smacked her lips before sucking it back inside her eager mouth. I fell back to rest my ass on the edge of the large table, my hands down on the table for support. She positioned herself so that, as she bobbed her head back and forth, all that touched me was her mouth and tongue. She pulled her jacket and blouse off her shoulders revealing more of her slender body. How delicate and feminine she was under her business suit. The straps of her bra slipped down off her shoulders and the sight of her breasts wiggling as her head bobbed back and forth brought a new wave of pleasure to me. I reached around to her head and pulled at the clip and pins that secured her hair in the tight twist at the back of her head. Finally her black hair tumbled free and fell well below her shoulders. I reached down and slid her glasses from her face.

“Oh, God, Carmen!” I called out. “I love the way you suck my cock!”

That made her work all the harder sucking me further and deeper into her mouth and throat. Soon I heard her gag as she tried to push all of me inside her.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, running my hands through her hair. “I love it just the way you were doing it.”

“But I want to,” she replied, stroking my wet cock with both of her hands as she caught her breath. “That’s the point, Baby. I want to!”

She went back to work on my stiff cock, letting her tongue draw circles on the cap and then down and back up the under side. She plunged her head forward and sucked all of me down her throat in one move. Back and forth she worked her head pulling me up the ladder of ecstasy.

Finally, when I was ready to come, I pulled her up by the shoulders and spun her around, boosting her ass up onto the conference table. I picked up her legs and she raised her skirt up her slender legs to reveal the lace tops of her black silk stockings and her pink lace panties. There was a noticeable wet spot at the crotch and I immediately pulled them to the side and lowered my head toward her musky pussy. What a sweet little twat it was, as I kissed it and worked the lips apart with my tongue. There was the lightest bit of fur around her pussy, very soft and delicate. Her sweet musky scent was like candy. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and pulled my head into her firmly. Working with my tongue and lips and fingers I soon had her leaning back on the table, pulling at her nipples.

“Oh, Baby! Fuck me with your tongue! Eat my pussy, baby! Eat my pussy!”

Soon I had three fingers in her pussy and I sucked on her clit and managed to poke my thumb up her tight little anus. She wrapped her legs around my head as I worked on her pussy. She came once and then a second time more lightly.

“Oh. God! You Bastard!” she cried again and again.

She raised herself up first on her elbows and then her hands and finally pushed herself up to a sitting position. She grabbed the back of my head and crushed my face into her, practically smothering me with her delicious sopping wet pussy.

“So are you going to fuck me on your company’s conference table?” she asked, with the lilt of a challenge in her voice.

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Dr. Walter Westin looked out at the Aspen snowfall as a genial tranquility enveloped him. He looked toward the bathroom where his wife was getting ready for bed. At least those had been her words, “I need to get ready for bed dear.” There were so many different ways of interpreting her meaning.

Yes, those were her words…that’s exactly what she said. She had said these very words to him many, many times during their thirteen-year marriage, but tonight they seem to portend so much more. Walter felt his body respond to the implication in his mind. This was a side of his wife he was not exactly familiar with.

Back in their busy work lives they had experienced far too many months where having sex even once within a month would have made it a good one. Walter stretched and laced his fingers together behind his head. A smile came to his face as he mused over the fact that they had already had sex twice since they’d arrived two days ago!

Fully erect Walter wondered what his wife was doing behind that closed door. He glanced at his watch…she’d been in there close to half an hour. Well, whatever she was up to, it was shaping up to be a great New Year’s Eve.

At least it was until “The Flight of the Valkyries” began to play on his cell phone.

“Shit!” That tune meant one thing; one of his patients was calling with an emergency. He picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID, sighed, stood up, and pressed Answer.

“Hello Valerie, Happy New Year.”

“Oh Dr. Westin, thank God I finally got a hold of you. I can’t do this Doctor, I just can’t. I’m a miserable failure. No one will ever want me – I’m damaged goods.”

“Whoa Valerie, slow down and take a deep breath and let’s start a dialogue. We’ll take turns speaking – okay?”

“Of course Doctor, I’m sorry Doctor. I can’t end the year like this. I can’t go on…”

“Yes, Valerie that much is clear. Now it’s my turn. First, you aren’t damaged goods. You are a wonderful woman who has had to deal with a very challenging situation. No wife wants to find out that her husband is cheating on her. No wife wants to find out by walking in and catching him in the act. And certainly, no woman wants to find out that the man in her life is, in fact, having sex with another man and then leaves her for that man. Those would be hard facts for any person deal with Valerie. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes doctor, you’re right. You’re right.” Valerie took a deep breath and let it slowly out. “I am not the problem here. I am dealing with the problem here.”

“Good, Valerie. Very good. Now – why specifically have you called me?”

“I have to confess Doctor. I have to tell you the truth. I’ve lied to you Dr. Westin. I never went on any of those dates I told you about. I haven’t had sex, or even kissed a man since walking in on Stephen and that man. I’ve lied to you Dr. Westin. I’ve lied to myself. I am such a loser!”

“Not at all Valerie, not at all. Do you realize Valerie that you’ve just accomplished a tremendous breakthrough here? Most patients lie to themselves and their therapist; it’s why so few make any real progress. Your acknowledgement of your deception is a very important step. You need to know that this is actually very good. I’m looking forward to continuing this progress with you when I return…from my vacation.”

“But doctor, I haven’t had sex in almost two years. I made a New Year’s resolution last year to meet a man and have sex. There are canlı bahis şirketleri only a few hours to go and I haven’t even gone on a date!”

“Well, what about rescheduling that resolution for the coming year. It’s the progress you’re making not the timeline. That’s what matters, Valerie.”

“You don’t understand, Dr. Westin. It’s like a fire is raging inside me. I’ve been masturbating everyday, sometimes more then once. I have to have sex and I’ve made a decision.” There was a long drawn out inhalation. “I’ve decided that I am going to go to the nearest bar and find a man, any man, who will have sex with me and I will go bar to bar until I find some man somewhere who will…who will…who will do it…to me.”

“Valerie, I don’t see that as a real step forward, do you? Having sex with a complete strange, what would your reaction be if a dear friend of yours said that to you?”

“I’d think she was crazy. Oh Dr. Westin, I am crazy aren’t I?”

“You are not crazy Valerie. Let’s try something different here; will you indulge me for a moment here? Okay, can you think of any other time in your life when might have made a decision similar to this? And by “this” I mean the decision to have sex with another man for the very first time?”

“You mean, like when I lost my virginity?”

“You didn’t lose your virginity, Valerie. It was time for you to no longer ‘be’ a virgin – when you were ready and you were with someone you felt comfortable with, you took that step. Can you look at this situation in a similar way?

“Sure I can look doctor, but I have to do something. I feel like I’m about to explode inside. I NEED TO BE FUCKED RIGHT NOW!”

“Alright, alright. Valerie, I seem to recall that you’ve spoken before of a neighbor of yours. He’s done some handyman things for you. Is that correct?”

“You mean Larry? He has an apartment just down the hall from mine. He’s that really nice older guy, the one whose wife passed away a couple of years ago.”

“Yes, Larry. You’ve described him as a very nice older man – someone you trust, is that true?”

“Yes, he’s helped me a couple of times with little household emergencies.”

“Wouldn’t you characterize your intention to have sex with a complete stranger an emergency?”

“Well, yes I suppose so. OHMIGOD! You want me to have sex with Larry?”

“No Valerie, I didn’t say that. I’m asking you to consider this is an emergency situation that Larry might be able to help you with.”

“But he’s so much older then I am. He must be…he must be…”

“Breathe Valerie, breathe. Take a breath, Valerie.”

“Huhhhhhhhhh! I’m breathing, Dr. Westin, I’m breathing. Doctor, I’ve never seen him with any women. He’s never talked about dating or even made a pass at me He does flirt with me though, I kind of like the way he flirts. What should I do? I don’t know what to say? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Valerie, go to his apartment and knock on the door. If he answers, tell him you have an emergency. Do this now, Valerie.” Dr. Westin was actually hoping that Larry would not be home. Hopefully the act of seeking out a sexual partner might be enough to satisfy Valerie until tomorrow. Once New Years Eve was past, he was confident Valerie would be able to reevaluate her situation.

Dr. Westin waited silently as he heard a very long pause filled with breathing. Then he heard a door open, the sound of footsteps, a very deep breath, and a knock on a door. Though the man’s canlı kaçak iddaa voice was away from the phone, Walter could hear him clearly enough.

“Hello Valerie…wow, look at you. Going to a New Years Eve party?” The tone of the voice was friendly and conversational.

“Oh…hi…Larry.” Valerie replied. Dr. Westin noticed a change in Valerie’s tone, a softer quality he had never heard before. “I’m talking to my therapist, Dr. Westin. He’s in Aspen Colorado with his wife for the holidays. Dr. Westin, are you still there?”

“Why are you talking to your therapist?”

“Yes, Valerie I’m here. Tell him you have an emergency back at your apartment.”

Dr. Westin listened as Valerie told Larry of her emergency and asked for his help. He heard Larry ask Valerie about the emergency as they returned to Valerie’s apartment. There was a long pause in reply. He heard Larry ask again about the emergency, and another long pause. Dr. Westin silently urged Valerie to say something – anything.

“It’s my wiring – I mean my plumbing!” Valerie almost shouted the words.

“Your wiring and your plumbing? Or is it just your plumbing. What’s wrong with your plumbing, Valerie?”

“It hasn’t been used in over two years.” Valerie’s voice sounded strained.

“What?”

Dr. Westin listened quietly as a long pause filled the strange conversation. In a voice just above a whisper he urged Valerie to tell Larry just exactly what she needed.

“Larry, I…I need…I need a man…I need you. I need you right now.”

“Valerie, you’re trembling. May I have the phone?”

Dr. Westin heard the phone being handled and wondered just where he’s lost control of this situation tonight. He supposed it was when he took Valerie’s call. He knew little about this Larry character, could he be trusted. Valerie seemed comfortable enough with him. He decided to trust Larry.

“Dr. Westin is it? Hi, my name is Larry McCormick and I’m a neighbor of…Valerie, what are you doing? If you need to get dressed for a party I can…Whoa, I think maybe I’d better be going…”

“No Larry, there’s something I want to show you. There’s something you need to see. I need you to tell me if it’s alright. If I’m alright…”

“I’m seeing plenty right now. Oh my, you are one beautiful woman Valerie…wow.”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful Larry?”

“Doc, you still there?” Dr. Westin strained to hear the soft whisper. “She’s naked! Valerie has taken off all her clothes. What should I do?”

Dr. Westin felt a momentary wave of panic. What if this went all wrong? What if something happened to Valerie? What if…?

“Larry, I am Dr. Walter Westin. Valerie has been my patient and I have been treating her for over a year now. She is a wonderful woman as I’m sure you know. I can’t tell you exactly what to do…there, in the situation that you’re in right now. But I can tell you that Valerie needs something that only you can give her. I don’t know if you understand the full extent of the situation with her ex-husband, but she could really use the intimate companionship of a man right now. I’m concerned if she is allowed to go out, she might do something drastic, possibly dangerous. She greatly requires a man right now.

“And I don’t mean just to talk with; I can talk with her almost anytime. What she needs right now, I cannot, for professional reasons, provide her. Nor would my wife, for obvious marital reasons, be pleased if I personally took Valerie’s therapy canlı kaçak bahis in the direction she needs right now..

“Valerie means a man to validate her as a woman; a desirable, sexual woman. She needs someone she trusts. She needs someone who respects her, and will be there for her in this very challenging time for her. If you are that man, then…well, I guess there is no need for me to tell you precisely what to do.

Dr. Westin began to warm to the task at hand. Absentmindedly he began to stroke his own erection. “Now Larry, I’d like to offer you some suggestions regarding Valerie’s needs and the direction you may need to take. First and foremost, if you chose to help Valerie in this manner it is incumbent upon you that you make every effort to she needs to be completely fulfill…”

Dr Westin paused as he heard muffled sounds of a phone being fumbled with.

“Dr. Westin, Valerie here. I’m getting – ohhhh – all the fulfilling I – oh God – I need right now – oh Larry, Stephen never did – OHHHHH!”

The bathroom door open and Dr. Westin’s wife stood backlit before him. She looked at the phone in one hand and his erect cock in the other. Realizing just what she was seeing he shrugged in apology, released his cock, and mouthed silently, “It’s a patient.”

She turned off the bathroom light and crossed the room to the bed.

Dr. Westin felt his wife pull his phone away from his ear. The sounds of Valerie’s growing pleasure filled the room. She looked at her husband with arching brows and no small degree of skepticism.

“Oh yes Larry, don’t stop. God, please don’t stop. Yes! YES! Oh that is so good, so deep…” The slap of skin on skin boomed from the tiny speaker. The rhythm and volume of the sounds increased with the moaning groans of panting breath.

“Oh Larry…Oh Valerie!” Then silence.

Dr. Westin watched as his wife placed his phone on the table beside the bed. He finally noticed that she was wearing a diaphanous silk slip that he had never seen before. Her hard nipples dented the material as he brushed his fingertips across the underside of her breasts.

“Well Doctor, it looks like you’ve solved one woman’s sexual problem tonight. Think you got enough in you to solve my problem?” She stood beside the bed and pushed the thin straps off her shoulders. She reached behind her back. As the zipper was pulled down the upper part of the slip release and fell away from her breasts. She lifted her left foot and held it in front of her husband. She began to speak like a little schoolgirl.

“I have a real bad problem with my big toe. Can you kiss it and make it better? Mmmmm, that’s helping a little.” She reluctantly pulled her foot away and brought the other up. “Maybe you need to do the same with this toe.”

“Actually Doctor, now that I think about it. I think the problem is between my toes.” She pushed her slip over her hips and let it fall to the floor. “Can you kiss it and make it better?”

Dr. Walter Westin gazed in wonder at the flawless vision of white before him. So that’s what she was doing in there all this time. He had never seen his wife smooth; the effect was stunning to say the least. Uncomfortably arousing to be quite frank. He couldn’t help but wish she had somehow managed to put together a semblance of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. That would have been, well maybe that would have been too much.

His wife smiled at his lust filled visage. She pushed him back onto the bed and, gripping the headboard, straddled his face.

“Now, I want soft, slow, circular licks; clockwise and counter clockwise. Fingertips feather light, up and down along the crack of my ass. Make me cum twice Walter and I’ll blow you in the morning. Think of this as Doctor’s orders.”

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Doc Zach cures the blues for a pharma rep and gets her ass as payment

WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including anal. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is a story in a series of Doctor Zach and various encounters.

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I am an emanate internist in the Los Angeles area. I concentrate my practice to young females with eating disorders, and young patients seeking “weight control”. I attend a few medical conferences throughout the year and was attending one at a resort when this event occurred.

It was late in the afternoon of the last day of many informative and a few boring presentations. I was making my way to the elevators to return to my penthouse suite. The doors opened and I entered and stepped in. Just as the doors were about fully closed a very slender hand slipped in. The door re-opened and in walked a very strikingly beautiful red-haired young woman. “Ah, one of those pharmaceutical reps” I thought since they were thick as bees at these events — swarming doctors and dripping honey to get face-time to detail their medical products.

She was the typical “10” required of a female pharma rep, pretty face, nicely shaped and dressed well. I could detect the full swell of her breasts under her business suit. Her short sweeping skirt showed off her long slender legs, that I quickly thought I could put to good use. She smiled briefly at me but I could see she was bone tired. She turned around and pressed the 28th floor and stepped back a bit towards me. Her phone buzzed and she looked at a text message then said under her breath “Damm, I hate my life” and sighed deeply.

As the door was closing I could see the young woman checking me out in the elevator mirror. I am very good looking, keep myself in great shape and my young female patients are successful in following my treatments because I think they want to please me and get my praise. I also have a degree in psychology and have a knack to quickly and correctly evaluate my patients on both a physical and emotional basis. I have a very high success rate with my young adult female patients because of that. I quickly came to the conclusion that this young rep could be quickly conquered.

While the elevator was moving to the next floor I moved forward and stepped in front of her — close into her “personal space”. She looked at me with wide eyes as I began to step forward which caused her to step backwards until her butt reached the back wall. I could see her face start to blush and her chest was taking quick shallow breaths — as if trying to calm herself. I reached my hand up, tilted her head and captured her lips with mine. I started softly kissing and sucking on her lips. She sighed and closed her eyes.

I felt the elevator begin to stop. The conference used meeting rooms on the next 4 floors so I knew people would be getting on at different floors. When the door opened I pushed hard up against her body to keep her pinned to the back wall. I heard a few people enter — a few drew in their breath in seeing what was going on and few mumbled an “excuse me”. My beautiful rep was slowly melting into me from our passionate kisses. I slipped my hand between us and ran it up to cup one of her breasts on the outside of her business jacket. She gasped for some air but made no move to get me to stop what I was doing.

While the elevator was slowing for the next floor I quickly swung the two us around to change places. As the door began to open I tested if she was mine tonight by slipping an arm across her back at the waist and pulled her strongly against me. My large cock was beginning to firm up (sorry, not porno size but well hung) so I knew she could feel it against her thigh.

We still were kissing all this time and were running out of breath. I then pushed the envelope and with my other hand ran it up the back of her thigh and slid it up her skirt. I bit down lightly on her bottom lip to send a non-verbal command to stay. My hand continued upwards on her stockings then felt bare upper thigh, then bare ass cheek, then the top of a thong. When the door opened I roughly squeezed an ass cheek and pulled her tightly to me.

I opened my eyes and watched a few people enter. I caught the eyes of a few of the woman entering — and saw one more mature woman enter, size up the issue, fan herself with her hand and mouth an “Oh my!”, then smile deeply. I winked at her and she blushed as she turned to face the door but she watched as best she could in the elevator mirrors.

When I again felt the elevator begin to slow down, I whispered to my captured female, “Do not move to stop me”, and slowly raised my hand that was under her skirt to the small of her back. That made her ass cheeks and thong come into full display. She broke our kiss and buried her head on my shoulder. When the door opened I watched the females quickly blush and look away — the illegal bahis guys stared as long as possible, a few let out low wolf whistles.

The elevator then made various stops to let people on or off. As the elevator began to climb I slid my other hand up between us and opened two of her suit jacket buttons. I slid my hand inside and felt a soft silky chemise and it was obvious that she wore no bra. I slid my hand over a large breast and squeezed tight several times. She drew in her breath across my shoulder and again made no move to stop me. I slid my hand onto a very firm nipple and spun it between my thumb and fingers. She moaned, opened her mouth and began to lick my neck.

I dropped her skirt but kept my hand under it and roamed it across her ass cheeks and up and down her hot hard cheeks. When I neared her brownbud she pushed her cheeks together to capture my fingers and rubbed her thigh across my cock. You could smell her pussy honey strongly in the elevator.

Most of the people had exited the elevator when I saw it open on the 28th floor. I removed my hands, spun her around and said, “Walk.” Keeping her head down, perhaps to keep her identity hidden from the few left on the elevator, she stepped out into the corridor. All I said next was, “Your room.” She walked down the hall to her door, fished for her door card then opened the door. Her room was a nice sized suite.

We walked to the middle of the room and I said to her “Come here and do not speak for the remainder of the night — do you understand?” — She stared at me for several seconds fighting a battle within herself, and then nodded her head as a “Yes”. She walked slowly like a doe stalked by a wolf till she stood in front of me. I began to unbutton her business suit. When that was done I told her to take it off and toss it across the room. Through the silky chemise I could tell she had large but perfect sized and shaped breasts. I then reached to her hip and unzipped her skirt letting it slide to the floor. I told her to turn around and bend over to step out of her skirt. With her beautiful ass pointing my way I brought my hand up quickly to swat one of her ass cheeks. She flinched a bit but still picked up the skirt and tossed it also across the room.

That left my captive in the pretty pale blue chemise and matching thong. I told her to face me and take off the last of your defenses. She nodded “Yes”, and then pulled her top off. Her breasts jiggled a bit then settled onto her chest. She stood still while I brought both hands up to caress and squeeze her boobs and she got weak-kneed when I pulled her firm nipples and gave each of then a bit of a twist. She moaned a bit and licked her dry lips.

“Continue,” I said. As she turned away from me she slid her thong down her long legs and stepped out of them. I told her to bend over and pick them up. I was presented with a beautiful ass and pussy. I was pleased to see she had a nice red bush — neatly kept — and two nice red rows along her pussy. When she stood and turned back to me I said, “You have a very pretty pussy and I am pleased that you are not bald” – she broke into a deep smile. “Give me your panties,” I ordered her. She blushed deeply then meekly extended her arm and placed her pale blue thong in my hand. I stuffed the thong in my back pocket.

I left her side and positioned a chair in front of a door length mirror. “Sit and remove your stockings but do not bring your legs together — I want to look at your pussy in the mirror while you do this,” I told her. I saw her look in the mirror and her eyes became wide and a deep blush spread down to her cleavage. She must have thought about it for a bit, and then with her legs opened some she slid the thigh high stocking tops down past her knees on both legs. She then placed her heal on the edge of the chair and began to slide the stocking down when I commanded, “Wider.”

She slide the foot on the floor to the outside of the chair and spun her other foot more to the other side of the chair. This caused her pussy lips to open wide and I could see her juices collecting at the door to her playroom. “Continue,” I commanded. She finished one leg and then repeated the process on the other. She remembered what she was told and placed both feet on the outside of the chair.

“Touch your breasts and nipples,” I told her then watched in the mirror as her dainty well manicured fingers began to arouse her breasts. “Show me how wet you are — run your fingers through your red lips,” I told her, then watched in the mirror as she slid her fingers up and down her pussy slit. “Clean them off,” I commanded her and she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. “Wet your fingers again then offer them to me as your first gift of tonight,” she was told. As she slid her fingers up and down her pussy slit collecting her moistness I moved in front of her.

She raised her arm and fingers to me and I dined on the sweetest pussy honey I had tasted in some illegal bahis siteleri while. “Well done young lady, now stand and undress me,” I said and she slowly began to remove my business clothing. I told her to neatly fold them across the back of the chair. She removed my tie and shirt and ran her hands across my developed chest and toned abs. She sat on the chair to do my shoes and socks first but acted quickly to place her feet wide apart. She brought my first shoe up tight against her pussy and as she was untying it she rocked her hips back and forth massaging where her clit was hiding. She removed that set of shoe and sock and repeated the same process on my other foot. “You are being a very naughty young girl,” I scolded and she blushed deep red while nodding to me a “Yes”.

She dropped to her knees to remove my pants but stood back up to fold them neatly over the back of the chair. She then dropped to her knees again and slowly slid my boxers down my legs and off my feet. What I have always liked about my dick is that it is the full 8 inches soft and hangs down fully between my legs and leaves a nice bulge in my pant leg. It must be a sexy sight to the women I’ve met because when they scope me out their eyes always linger on my crotch. When I have to adjust myself for example in an airplane I can see a woman near me lock onto it with her eyes. When they look up at me I smile & wink and I can see them blush and try to hide behind their magazine. It has lead to many a hook ups especially if as it sometimes happens both of us are headed to the same medical convention in town.

The redhead looked up at me waiting and I said to her, “Yes you may play with it for a little while but I have other plans for how you will enjoy its use.” With her well manicured fingers she first hefted my balls and ran her nails under the sack. She then gripped the base of my cock and lifted it towards her waiting mouth. She ran her pink tongue over and under my cockhead then slid my helmet slowly into her mouth. I could not tell if she sucked her other men but she worked my cock like she needed it to exist. She was soft and warm and slowly slid my cock deep to the back of her throat then tightened her mouth and pulled back to just the head. She worshiped on my cock like that for a few minutes till I told her to stop. She reluctantly let me slip from her mouth after making sure she cleaned all my pre-cum with her tongue.

She slid back onto her haunches then I watched her open her thighs as wide as she could. I told her to stay and went to the phone and called room service. I asked to speak to Johnny who I had got to know at this hotel and ordered lobster, some fruit and a nice bottle of champagne. I told him to charge it to my room. I then asked Johnny to have Anne and Kent bring it to this room number as I appreciated their great service and wanted to tip them well. I asked him to have it delivered in about 45 minutes as we had a shower to take.

I walked to the kneeling redhead and gave her my hand to help her up. We went into her bathroom and I was pleased to see she had a walk-in shower that could fit us both. I set the water to a good temperature, told her to tie up her long red hair and walked her under the shower. After we were both wet I told her to open her legs wider. I stood in front of her so I could look deep into her eyes. I ran my one hand down between us and cupped her pussy. She flinched just a bit then lowered herself to set her pussy firmly onto my palm.

Watching her eyes I said, “Pee”. Her eyes popped open wide! I waited a bit then brushed my fingers along her red pussy hair and again said, “Pee”. Her eyes closed slowly. I did this not because I like golden showers but because I knew she had not been allowed to use the bathroom and probably had to go and I did it as another test of my control over her for this night. I stroked her pussy lips once more and she leaned her head to my shoulder and I soon felt even warmer ‘water’ on my palm. I waited till I thought she was done and I said to her, “Good girl, now I will wash you.”

I took the fragrant soaps presented in the shower and started on her front. She began to hum and moan when I worked on her breasts. I spent some time on each full breast and worked her nipples to hard eraser points. She placed her arms on my shoulders for support as her knees went weak a few times. I slid down to my knees and washed each foot and leg removing any golden water. I worked up her legs which she opened wider knowing I was going to spend some time on her pussy. Even with the fragrant soap I could still smell her pussy juices and see the slick moisture seeping from her lips.

I dabbed some soap on my palm and gently washed her pussy lips. I let the shower rinse that area then ran two fingers up her slit and caressed her clit which grew larger the more I caressed it. She moaned deeply and lowered her knees a bit to get a more firm contact on her clit by my fingers. I held two fingers together, slid canlı bahis siteleri them down her lips and slowly pushed them up her cunt. I woman has a pussy until it is getting fucked then she has only a cunt. I rode my fingers deep up her cunt for a bit and felt her beginning to tremble. I slipped my fingers out and heard her whine her disappointment.

“Turn around,” I told her and began to wash her back. I dropped to my knees and washed the back of her legs working my way up to her nice firm ass. I washed her cheeks, then stood and again dabbed soap on my palm and began to clean between her crack spending some time directly on her brownbud. I pushed her forward so her breasts were hard against the shower wall. I then moved full up against her back and cupped her ass.

I leaned down to her right ear and whispered, “I am going to ask you a question and you may speak only one word tonight. Your answer can be only, Yes or No.” I then soaped my hand and slid it between her ass cheeks. I slid my hand downwards and stopped when my thumb was directly over her rosebud. I pushed it in just a little bit then whispered, “Will you give me this as your gift to me tonight?” I slid my thumb in a little further and waited. The redhead pushed back to capture more of my thumb and hissed out a long “Yes” so I slid my thumb fully up her back door, curled my two fingers and slid them fully up her pussy.

I now had her fully in a six-pack grip and slowly began to pull out and push back into both her love canals. I kept up a slow pace for a few minutes until I felt her begin to tremble. I worked away at her until I felt her body shake and her cunt and ass grab my fingers and pulse through her orgasm. “Enough for now,” I said and slowly withdrew my thumb and fingers. She did a low moan and pushed back into my arms for support. I let her rest a bit then said, “Wash me”. She turned around, held my face with her two hands and standing on her tip-toes, she kissed me deeply and wildly.

She then reached for the soap and washed my body with great tenderness. She spent some time on my dick, balls and ass making sure they were as clean as can be. She soaped my dick into full hardness and after rinsing it off slipped it fully into her mouth and to the back of her throat. When she looked up this time I nodded “Yes” and she began the most tenderest blow-job I had received to that date. She used her tongue and mouth and the back of her throat to drive me to the brink. She knew I was close so she used one hand to hold the base of my cock and the other to scrape my balls with her finger nails. “OK, Red I am very close and when I cum you are NOT to let any cum escape and you are not to swallow any of it at all,” I told her.

She tightened her mouth and drove her head forward until I felt myself slide into the opening of her throat. She squeezed my balls and sped up her sucking and licking the head of my dick. I grabbed her hair with my two hands and rammed my dick several times hard then began to explode in her mouth. As I shot off five or six times I felt her mouth suck on my cock head the same five or six times. She did not release me until she was sure she had received all my cream then she tenderly cleaned my dick with her tongue while it was held softly in her mouth.

She finally released my dick then slid her breasts up my body and tilted her head up towards me and opened her mouth. All evidence of my barrage of cum was still in her mouth. She looked into my eyes for confirmation — I said to her, “Good girl” and she swallowed it all then smiled broadly and tucked her head against my chest.

I turned off the shower then pulled her out and began to dry her off. She liked when I spent time on her breasts and nipples and especially when I dried up her legs patting her pussy and ass. I gave her ass a quick slap then told her to dry me. She took the other plush hotel towel and spent her time drying all the parts of my body. When she finished my legs she lifted my full dick and gently licked and kissed the head. “Come with me,” I told her and walked towards the suite table. I turned one of the chairs to face the door to the room and told her to sit.

She sat down and quickly spread her legs wide to either side of the chair legs. I untied her flaming red hair then walking into the bathroom I returned with her hair brush and the hotel hand cream bottle. I brushed her long red hair till it was smooth. “Put both your arms behind the chair and clasp the end of your hair in your hands,” I told her. When she did that I told her she was to stay like that no matter what happened next — sure enough the door to her room buzzed. Walking naked to the door I opened it.

Anne and Kent stood at the door with our room service meal. Kent’s eyes went directly to the body of the naked redhead. His eyes devoured her breasts then drifting down and tried to memorize her spread wide pussy. As I indicated my dick stays full hanging down between my legs and Anne’s eyes centered on my crotch then she began to blush. I told them to set our diner on the table. Kent had to walk closely by the redhead and continued to drink in her body. When they were all done setting up I asked them to stand at the front of the table while I paid the bill.

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My name is Sam and I think I have the best job in the world. I am the accountant at a distribution company that also has a call center. I guess I am the closest thing to a CFO that the company has. My department consists of me. I occasionally have some help from one of the office girls.

The call center is all female, varying between 25 and 30 women. I have come to consider it my personal harem. Let me explain. Many years ago I had a relationship with one of the call center women. Her name is not important, she left the company almost three years ago. She used to visit me in my private office for sessions in the afternoon.

After she left I was approached by another woman. She was nervous and embarrassed but she finally made it clear that she wanted to replace the woman who just left. I took her up on it, and she visited me once or twice a week for some time.

I have an old couch in my office that I brought in from home. It was one of those hide-a-bed things where it folds out into a bed. I did not expect to ever use it as a bed when I donated it to the company. I just wanted a comfortable place to sit. It was perfect for my office trysts.

When the second woman left the company the same thing happened. I was approached by another woman, almost as if she was applying for the position. The gossip network among the women was to blame. They must all talk about who I am screwing at the time. When the position opens up, someone jumps at the chance to be next. What a life.

I want to make it clear that I am not the Manager or Supervisor or Boss of these women in any way. They are not being coerced into sex with me, and they cannot benefit by it with pay raises or promotions. If anything I think I am the one being used.

My current girlfriend is a forty-three year old woman which is my age as well. She is not a super-model but she is attractive. Her name is Nancy.

I should point out that my preference is anal sex, and I have taught all of these ladies to take it up the ass. When a new woman takes over the position she is obviously expecting it that way and anticipating it. The gossip network again, no doubt. The ladies must giggle and talk about it at lunch. The only women that might approach me are the ones who are curious about taking it in the ass. I don’t have to talk them into it.

I don’t pursue them or try to seduce them. They come to me.

For example, when I first got together with Nancy and I opened up the bed, she took off her jeans and panties and laid face-down on the bed. I didn’t ask her too but she reached back and spread her butt to reveal her asshole.

A nice light-brown tiny asshole. My cock reacted to this by getting hard as a rock. I climbed up over her and lined my cock up with her asshole. When I pushed the head in she squealed and squirmed but she didn’t ask me to stop.

It was obviously her first time. I wondered how she could have reached forty-three and never been fucked in the ass. Lucky for me, I like to be first.

I pushed all the way up her ass and began to fuck her. I went slowly to be considerate of her. She whimpered softly as I worked my cock in and out. My cock is not ready for the porn business, but it is larger than average. Mostly longer, over eight inches.

She acted like she was uncomfortable, and I thought she might tell me to stop. But when I blew my load into her belly she was hooked on anal sex. From then on that is all we did except for a few times when she sucked me off. I never once fucked her in her vagina, and she never asked me too. Why would I want to fuck her cunt that looked like an axe wound when her asshole is like a teenagers?

So to get to the point of my story, one afternoon as we were going at it there was a surprise. I heard the sound of my door opening up, and there stood a new girl with the company named Joyce. I tried to get eye contact with her but she was staring intently at my cock as it slid in and out of Nancy’s asshole.

I gestured at her to get the hell out of there but she ignored me. Nancy finally realized what was happening and jumped up, pulling my cock out of her ass. She was furious and embarrassed at the same time, and pulled her panties and jeans on and bolted out the door. I was angry too, this was her fault. She failed to lock the office door.

I stood there with my hard-on swinging and swaying, and Joyce continued to stare at it.

I said, “Please come in and close the door behind you.”

She did so, and I said, “What are you doing looking into my private office?”

She answered, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see what was happening.”

“See what was happening? It was kind of private and personal, don’t you think?”

She stared at the floor and blushed.

“I was kind of enticed into doing it. Some of the ladies talk about you, and they dared me to peek on you. I was just supposed to take a quick look and then leave.”

After a moment or two of silence she went on.

“I was shocked and embarrassed at first, but then I became fascinated casino şirketleri by it. I never knew it would go in that way. I couldn’t take my eye off of it.”

“Well, you had your fun. Now I am suffering because I didn’t get to finish.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed with my stiff cock standing straight up and said, “What am I going to do with this?”

She gazed at it again, longingly.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

More awkward silence.

She approached me, and said “Maybe I can help. I don’t want you to suffer. It seems to be the least I can do.”

It was clear that she was aroused and not just being kind.

She knelt in front of me, and said, “Can I touch it?”

I nodded my head, and she tentatively grasped the shaft. Her tiny hand and delicate, slender fingers made my cock look enormous. My eight and a half inches looked even bigger than that.

She began to stroke it and she knew how to do it. She stared at it right in front of her face as she jacked me off.

It didn’t take long at all, and a geyser of cum shot up in the air and fell back down on her hand and arm and all over my balls. As close as she was to me she was lucky she didn’t get it on her face.

With a surprised look on her face she said, “Oh, gosh!”

I was breathing like a Rhino that just ran a mile.

When I calmed down she said, “Now I’m sorry again for making such a mess. I didn’t expect that much.”

“I guess I can try to clean it up a little.”

She licked and sucked the cum off her fingers and hand, and licked it off my balls which tickled. There was a gob on the head of my cock which she slurped off and swallowed with a gulp.

She was not just being considerate, she wanted to taste it.

She got up and sat down beside me, and we talked for a while.

I said, “Thank you for doing that. You are very kind.”

“I wanted to give you some relief.”

Then blushing she added, “I kind of liked it anyway”

“Your penis is very big. I have never seen one so long. Your testicles are big too. That must be why you produced so much stuff.”

I gave her a sheepish grin.

“No really, I am still amazed that you could get it all the way up her, umm, you know.”

“It stretches more than you think. After the first time it goes right in.”

“But it had to be all the way up in her insides, in her stomach.”

“Yes, that’s right. But she wasn’t complaining, was she?”

She thought about that for a while, and then said, “I have to get back to work. Goodbye.”

She let herself out, and I thought that would be that. I was hoping I hadn’t messed things up with her. She is the prettiest young girl I have ever had the opportunity to hook up with. I know she is old enough or she wouldn’t be employed here, but she looks like a teenager.

Two days later I got a nice surprise. At about four in the afternoon she knocked on my door and I let her in. This time I locked the door.

We sat and talked for a while. She didn’t say why she was here, and I didn’t press her.

Eventually she got to the point. I realized she wanted to apply for the position of fuck-buddy.

“I have been thinking about what happened the other day. In fact I can’t get my mind off it. You must have a lot of experience with that kind of sex. You clearly know how to do it.”

She continued, “I am embarrassed and ashamed of myself.”

She was blushing and fidgeting and staring at the floor.

“But I would like to try it. I want to experience it.”

I thought I should be the mature one and give her some advice.

“Have you ever talked about it with your boyfriend? Most guys will jump at the chance to try it.”

She blushed with shame but continued, “I really don’t have any boyfriend I would be interested in doing it with.”

I waited through some painful silence for her to continue.

“I saw the way you were doing it to Nancy. I want you to do it to me that way. I’m ashamed and humiliated, but I can’t help myself. I can’t sleep at night, I just fantasize about feeling you in me that way.”

I waited a while with her twisting in the wind.

“Joyce, I will be happy to do that for you. But you have to trust me.”

She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no either.

“You don’t have to undress, just pull your jeans and panties down a little and lay on the bed.”

I opened up the fold-out bed from the couch and gestured to it.

She obeyed me and got onto the bed, and I pulled my pants and briefs off. My cock was stiff already as I looked at her slender young body on my bed, jeans down to her knees and the prettiest butt I have ever seen waiting for me.

She whispered, “Just do it half-way in please.”

“Sure” I lied.

“Help me by spreading your butt for me.”

The view was priceless. Her little pink asshole right above her open and moist pussy. Her pussy was like a spring flower, not the hairy fish-market of my older ladies.

I knelt between her legs and touched her asshole with my tongue. casino firmalari She flinched and then quivered with pleasure. I tongue-fucked her asshole, getting my tongue as far in as I could. All of my previous lady friends had nasty looking assholes and I never did that to them.

I purposely put as much saliva as I could in and on her asshole. I climbed aboard and touched her asshole with the head of my cock.

She flinched but held still.

I pushed but it wouldn’t go in.

I lowered my aim and it slid up her vagina easily.

“I just want to get some of your lubrication.”

Her vagina was as tight as my ex Nancy’s asshole.

I pulled my cock out and slid my middle finger in to get it slippery. Then I pushed the finger slowly up her asshole, all the way. She whimpered a little but I think she liked it.

To make sure I had enough lubrication on my cock I put it back in her vagina.

I worked it in and out a few times, and then moved back to her butt-hole.

This time the head went in, stretching her anus to the limit.

“OW!”

“Relax, just let it happen.”

She held still while I eased it up her ass slowly.

When my balls pressed against her butt I stopped for a moment.

“I thought you were only going to shove half of it in me”

“Do you want me to pull some out?”

She quietly said, “No.”

“I just didn’t think it would go in me that far. It’s filling me up.”

“It was a little uncomfortable at first. But now it’s not.”

What came next was the best fuck of my life. Her asshole was tight but as more and more of my seminal fluid leaked out of me I gave her longer, lubricated strokes.

She was in compete submission with her eyes closed and breathing softly.

She let go of her butt-cheeks and they closed on my cock. As it slid in and out the soft cheeks pressed against the sides of it, adding to my pleasure.

She was as beautiful as a lingerie model, face-down with my cock sliding in and out of her butt-crack. I wanted to last forever but I couldn’t. About a few minutes was all I could do. She was completely submissive as my balls slapped against her wet pussy lips.

I stopped all the way in and grunted like an animal.

My cock throbbed and twitched and I ejaculated like a teenager.

Her eyes snapped open with a surprised look which changed to curious fascination.

“God, it’s going into my stomach.”

My semen spurted and squirted into her while she concentrated on feeling it fill her like a warm enema. Then I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then I pulled my stiff hard-on out of her ass, and we laid side-by-side.

She whispered, “I will never be the same.”

“That’s the idea. From now on you will want it this way. Most women discover that it is the most erotic and intimate way to have sex.”

We snuggled for a while.

She started to act restless, and she sat up.

She said, “I’m cramping a little.”

With a panicked look in her eyes she said, “I have to go!”

Then she got up, pulled her jeans up, and abruptly left.

She was out the door in a flash.

I guess she decided anal was not for her. Could have fooled me, I thought she loved it, especially the huge cum-load I pumped into her.

I thought I would never see her again.

I had a pleasant surprise.

Two days later she returned. I was very glad to see her.

She jumped right in, no guilt or modesty.

“I am so sorry for running out on you like that. I was suddenly afraid that I might have an accident that would be very embarrassing. I thought it might force its way out of me like an enema and make a mess. I went to the ladies room and sat on the toilet for about fifteen minutes, waiting for the stuff to gush out of me. It didn’t. Just a little bit oozed out.”

“I got up and put on my jeans, but I just put my panties in my pocket.”

“For the rest of the day I walked around with a river trickling down my leg. The fragrant aroma caused several women to look at me strangely, either with disapproval or envy.”

“I ran into Nancy in the ladies lunchroom. She is angry with me. She said to me are you Sam’s girl now?”

“Then she got right up in my face and said something really nasty.”

“Do you like to be cornholed? I can smell it on you!”

“I didn’t realize what she meant at first, but when I did I answered her. I looked her right in the eye and said yes, I do. Don’t you?”

“To rub it in a little more I said there are millions of his sperm swimming around in my belly right now. Are you jealous? If you want one more taste of it I will let you put your tongue up my ass.”

“For a moment I thought she might take me up on that.”

She was deep in thought for a while.

Avoiding eye contact, she softly said, “All right. Full disclosure. You might never want to see me again, but here goes.”

“She did take me up on my offer. She was kind of butch about it. I never realized that she was like güvenilir casino that.”

She just said, “OK, bitch. Let’s go in the Ladies room right now.”

I followed her to the Ladies room, and before going in she said, “Janice. You stand guard at the door. Don’t let anyone else in here!”

“Janice nodded her head, and we went in.”

Nancy said, “Pull your jeans and panties down and get down on your hands and knees.”

“I obeyed like a submissive slut, and she knelt down behind me.”

“She commanded me to show her my asshole, and I did.”

“I spread my butt for her, and I felt her tongue touch my asshole.”

“She started to poke and prod and probe my asshole, and I am ashamed to say I was very aroused. She tongue-fucked my asshole for a while, and then moved down and licked my pussy.”

“She pushed her long, bony middle finger all the way up my ass, and flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue. I exploded in an intense orgasm.”

“She pulled her finger out, and we stood up. She really surprised me then, she kissed me on the mouth and we touched tongues.”

She said, “Thank you for letting me do that. My finger went all the way in you easily. That’s because of what he did to you, and the slippery stuff he left in you.”

“I could actually taste Sam a little.”

“We went out of the Ladies room, and there was a small group of women waiting to hear what happened.”

To no one in particular, I said, “Nancy just came out as a pussy eating, asshole licking Lesbian.”

“I am usually not that nasty but she pissed me off.”

She continued, “There were a couple of other women in the lunchroom who overheard all of this. They just blushed and giggled.”

I thought that was good, they are future candidates for anal training now.

I cut to the chase.

“Do you just want to talk? Or do you want me to fuck you again?”

She blushed and said, “In my ass?”

“Yes.”

She said, “I was pretty sore for a while. But I guess I am OK now.”

I started to open up the bed but she motioned no.

“Just drop your pants and sit in your desk chair.”

I did that and sat with my cock standing up like a telephone pole.

She knelt between my knees and started to suck my cock. I thought she wanted to finish that way, but she stopped and stood up.

She pulled her jeans and panties down and turned her back on me. She began to sit on my lap, and she reached back and took my hard cock in her hand.

She guided it to her asshole and slowly lowered herself.

The head went in and stretched her anus open.

She sighed with pleasure and continued to sit down, and my cock slowly disappeared up her ass.

She began to lift up and sit down, literally fucking herself. I just let it happen.

After a few minutes of that, she got up and said, “Get out of the chair. I am going to get on my knees in it”

I obeyed like her slave.

She knelt in the chair with her butt facing me.

I stood behind her and lined my cock up with her asshole, which was slightly open for me.

I pushed hard and the head went in.

She grunted but didn’t complain.

I gave a series of pushes and each time she grunted, “Uh! Uh! Uh!”

I thought I was being too rough so I paused.

I said, “It’s a little tighter this way. I like it. I hope you do too.”

After a few moments she whispered, “Please give me a little more.”

I pushed and it slid in an inch or so.

“More, please.”

This time I pushed it all the way in, with my balls pressed against her.

“God, it’s so big! Please go slowly, I don’t want to have to go to the Emergency Room.”

I held her hips with both hands and pulled her back towards me.

I went to work fucking her with a slow, methodical pace. She surrendered quietly and took it.

The seminal fluid oozing out of me began to lubricate her. I began to fuck her more vigorously.

I tried every trick in the book to delay ejaculating but I couldn’t last forever.

The chair was creaking like it was going to come apart. She had completely surrendered to it, but she tried to lift up a little to make sure it went all the way in.

I pushed all the way in and held my breath.

My cock began to throb and pulse, and I shot spurt after spurt of cum into her belly.

She murmured, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I have always produced large ejaculations, but this one was like a teen-ager masturbating. Fucking this beautiful young woman up her pretty asshole was unbelievable.

I started to pull it out, but she interrupted.

“No! Don’t pull it out. Stay in me for a while.”

I pushed it all the way back in and kissed her neck and ear. I couldn’t reach her mouth.

We stayed together for quite a while, and finally I withdrew. When the head popped out a gob of cum came out and ran over her pussy lips.

She murmured, “Oh, no. I didn’t want to lose any of it.”

She has already acquired a craving for my sperm. Usually that takes a little longer, but when it does you can be sure that a woman will want it up her ass frequently, with an occasional blowjob to enjoy the taste and swallow it.

We stood and snuggled together for what seemed like an hour but probably wasn’t. She fondled and played with my half-hard cock the entire time.

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All of my characters are over 18 years of age.

*****

For the next six hours Arianna twisted and wiggled at her bindings. At first it seemed futile, the rope bit into her wrists and ankles every time she moved. But with enough perseverance she felt results in the past hour. They were loosening. She could feel extra space between her and the ties. Arianna wiggled more vigorously. Even though her hands and feet hurt she could taste victory.

Her body was weary from the position of laying on the slab. Her joints ached, they itched to be relaxed. Her back was cramped at being stretched for so long in the same pose. The back of her head had a knot where it couldn’t relieve the pressure. She hadn’t been able to sleep, not stark naked and in one position for hours, not to mention the imminent danger she was going to be in once that man came back. She had to escape.

Her hands popped free of the rope. Success. She slowly rose into a sitting position, the disks in her spine snapping and crackling. Arianna lightly massaged her wrists. There was a red ring around them. She rolled her head around and cracked her neck then she undid her ties on her feet. Once they were free and soothed by her hands she hopped off the platform. Her body crumpled to the floor. Her legs couldn’t support her weight. They had gone to sleep. She took in a few breaths and adjusted her feet beneath her. She slowly rose up to her full height.

Arianna turned behind her and saw the large door. To the right of it was a large mirror. It looked like the kind that a police station would have; a two way mirror. Oh no, was someone watching her? Beneath the glass were a series of hooks and dangling from them were an assortment of other torture devices and some power tools. What the hell was this place? Were there others this man tortured? More poor navels he would play with and give pain to? She had to get out of there.

Arianna walked towards the door. Not that she expected it to be unlocked, but hey, she should try anyways. As she got close to it she heard a click from the other side of it and the knob began to turn. She panicked. He was back again! No doubt he would give her bellybutton a good lashing. She scurried to the opposite side of the room as the door swung open. There he was. The gorgeous, evil man to torture her sensitive hole. His large, hungry eyes ready to stare at her poor navel as he hurt her.

“Little bitch. You got out,” he said taking a step into the room.

Arianna bolted around the platform to shoot past him in the open doorway. In her futile attempt he grabbed her roughly.

“No, no,no, I don’t think so.”

The man grabbed a hold of both of her wrists and with the other he emptied the contents of one hook. The weight of his body slammed her into the two way mirror. Arianna looked down at the hook. It wasn’t a hanger at all, instead it was just a simple, long nail screwed into the wall. The thick nail head threatened to enter her navel. She struggled against the man. He took his free hand and secured her wrists better against the glass. A small noise escaped Arianna’s throat. She saw his reflection in the mirror and her own. His eyes smoldered at her. He was very angry. The wicked grin that slowly canlı bahis şirketleri spread across his face made her heart pound in her chest.

“I’ve got you now. All I need to do is this-,” he pushed his weight in a shoving action and the nail head dove into Arianna’s bellybutton. She gasped at the feeling. The nail was so deep inside of her bellybutton. He released the pressure on her back.

“Please, don’t do this,” she cried.

The man shoved his weight against her back and her navel swallowed up the nail. He pressed even more and it stabbed the base of her hole. He kept his body there and began to rock his hips against her. The nail head swirled deep inside of her hole, the pressure hitting the most sensitive areas. As he rocked her body in a circular motion the nail head stretched every corner of her bellybutton. It tugged at her in an almost pleasurable way. It had found its way between the two folds and it was swirling inside of its depths. Though it was painful the base of her hole quivered in arousal when it hit the right spot. He rocked his hips around and around making the nail swirl deeper into her. When he moved his body and positioned her navel at the correct angle the nail head shot waves of pleasure through her. She gasped every time it hit her.

He put enough pressure at certain times where it was extremely pleasurable to her. A small noise would escape her lips. Then he would thrust her at it more harshly and the nail head would stab at her base shooting pain through her body. A strangled note would cry out. The rhythm of his hips sent her into a whirlwind of ecstasy and agony. One minute Arianna thought she would moan when that nail hit the deepest part of her in an erotic way and then the next she wanted to cry at the torture when it seemed like it would pierce right through her.

The man took a step back from her. Arianna gulped in air. Finally, a time out. She looked down and saw that her belly hole was pink and raw. His tormenting had been vigorous. She heaved, drinking up the feeling of relief. Her navel was sensitive, she needed time to rest.

“No more, please, no more,” she whispered.

The man drew his face close to her ear, his breath was warm on her neck.

“You are tempting when you are pleading,” he replied. “But that won’t save you.”

He rammed his body against her which sent her navel plunging into the nail head.

“Ahhhh!!” Arianna screamed.

He withdrew from her and rammed his body again against her. The nail head assaulted her bellybutton.

“Ahhh!” she cried again.

He withdrew from her again and did the same thing. Every time the nail head dove deeper into her bellybutton. It stabbed into her core. Her navel screamed from the torment.

Then he picked up the pace, not even letting Arianna cry out in pain. He made the nail plunge into her hole deep and fast giving no time for much reaction from her. The nail tore into her bellybutton. The torture that was assailing her was too quick for her mind to even process. His hips literally humped her body in a series of sharp agonizing assault to her navel. Her hole quivered at every plunge. Her belly muscles contracted. She even tried to push her weight against him and suck in her abdomen. But it only made him drive her belly harder into the nail. She could hardly canlı kaçak iddaa breath he moved so fast. Each thrust impaled her navel. When she suck in her belly the nail would bury even deeper inside of her hole. This would make her gasp.

The man watched her mouth gape open every time the nail plunged deeper into her bellybutton. He saw her eyebrows knit together making her face look like she was pleading for him to stop. Arianna could feel a hard lump between her ass cheeks. This prick was getting aroused. His eyes were so dark with lust she thought she would burst. His hips rocked uncontrollably against her. She felt like the nail would pierce through the base and her insides would spew out. The pain of the torture made her groan. She wanted him to stop, but if she spoke he would hurt her more. So she grew louder as he kept assaulting her. Her navel was so sore, so raw. She was surprised it wasn’t bleeding by now. She needed another time out. She needed rest.

All of a sudden all of the movement stopped. She wasn’t being impaled any longer and the hands on her wrists grew slack. She looked into the mirror and saw tears had been falling down her cheeks and her face was crumpled in pain. She looked over to the man and saw his eyes soften. He let her wrists go, but kept one hand on her arm. With the other he closed the door and locked it.

To Arianna’s surprise the man knelt before her. His hands grasped her wide hips lightly. His thumbs made circular motions on her hip bones. He bent his head to her belly and nuzzled it with his nose. He dragged the tip along her abdomen and swirled it around her navel. He gave light kisses on her stomach. Arianna didn’t know how to feel about this. Was this the calm before the storm? Would he make her feel good and the minute she makes a noise he would torture her again?

“Don’t hold back your moans,” he said in a deep voice. His tongue snapped out of his mouth and he drew it across her belly. He paused when he got to the entrance of her navel. His dark blue eyes looked up at her. She parted her lips in anticipation. “I won’t hurt you now,” he whispered and the tongue slid into her bellybutton.

“Ohhh,” Arianna breathed. So sensitive her navel was at the moment that the hot, wet tongue that lapped at her felt amazing. He was so soft. His licks were so delicate, almost as if he were too scared to press harder. He took his time, slowly lapping at her navel then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He slid it in and out slowly. Though her navel was raw, the sweet tantalizing sensation he was giving her was gratifying. She took hold of his hair in both hands and drew his face into her belly. He probed deeper into her hole and found the most sensitive spot. He flicked it in rapid motions. The feeling washed over her. He swirled his tongue inside of her hole, stretching it out. He tugged at her navel and he wiggled it in deep to find her most sensitive spot. The tip caressed the base of her bellybutton. The pleasure shot right to her core. The area between her thighs twitched. She could feel the bliss pool inside of her. She wanted him. She wanted him deep inside of her. Arianna’s fingers raked his scalp and her voice cried out erotically.

The man took one hand and inserted his index finger in between her thighs, the depths hot and moist. Then he took his canlı kaçak bahis thumb and massaged her clit. Arianna tossed her head back and moaned. The man thrust his tongue into her navel more rapidly. The digit that was inside of her other hole pulsated and the thumb on her pressed harder. They took turns, the finger and the tongue. When one went in the other slid out and when the first went out the second plunged in. Arianna’s knees were week. She thought she would crumple to the floor from the pleasure. She tightened her grip on his hair. She wanted more. She wanted him to make her cum. She was ready, she could feel how wet she was. The way his tongue pressed into her navel was arousing. They way his finger worked inside of her womanhood added to the bliss. And who could forget that wondrous thumb that swirled around her clit? All three amounted to a wonderful orgasm that was ready to explode.

Arianna’s head swam in the haze of pleasure. She rocked her hips to his rhythm. She pressed his face deeper into her belly. The voice that spilled out of her throat grew louder. She could feel the orgasm coming to a head. It built inside of her, the moment was rising. Like hot lava ready to explode from the mountain top her gratification was almost there, she could taste it.

The man plunged his tongue in and out of her bellybutton more rapidly now. He could sense that she was ready to blow. He thrust his finger deeper into her and pressed his thumb harder on her sex. The pleasure rose and rose inside of her. She was so close now. All she needed was a little more and that would send her over the edge. She needed him to lick her more aggressively and thrust his finger more vigorously. And he did. His tongue stabbed at her navel, his finger fucked her pussy and his thumb pressed all the way against her clitoris.

Arianna went silent for a few moments and then she cried out. Her orgasm erupted. It rocked her whole body. The ecstasy swept from her core and up her insides. Her mouth was wide open, her hands were wrapped in his hair, the pleasure shook her body. She was bathed in the glory of the orgasm. Waves crashed into her like hundreds of little electrical shocks. Her skin rose in gooseflesh and her breaths were shallow. The feeling pulsed inside of her like the tide. She slowly relaxed her fingers and her muscles slowly loosened.

The man got to his feet.

“You will sleep well now,” he whispered. “I’ll get you some things so that you may rest. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Arianna heard him leave the room, the door singing in protest.

When he left her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor. The orgasm was still fresh in her body. She was completely relaxed. Why had he done that? She thought he wanted to torture her, not pleasure her. Arianna was so confused by her captor. It made her wonder why she was even here.

What did it mean when he said tomorrow would be a big day? More torture to come? Would she have to endure more of his satisfaction? What a twisted son of a bitch. She felt this would be an abusive relationship. One minute he was hurting her and the next seducing her. She hoped he wouldn’t go too far again. Her bellybutton still tinged in pain, even after his licking. She looked down and saw her red navel. It throbbed.

She took her finger and swirled it in her hole. She winced at the pain. She withdrew her finger and inserted it into her sex hole. She was so wet. The creamy liquid was sticky when she took her finger out.

At least she orgasmed. That was a start. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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I was staying with a friend’s sister, Anna, as I could not join my parents who worked for Shell in Nigeria. Her house was a nice large one in Sussex on the South Downs. After our adventures in the Bathroom, we took our sexual activities to the great outdoors by means of our bicycles. In the sixties, the roads were much safer as there were far fewer cars and motorcycles racing about.

On this day, we took some sandwiches and a small rug on the back of the bikes and found a field empty of cows, with a good view of the countryside. After eating our sandwiches and drinking our orangeade, Anna said she wanted to pee. So she went over to the hedge and pulled her white shorts down. She crouched down and started to piss, but suddenly shot upright again and cried “Something tickled me” and then a rabbit ran out from behind her into the open field, with its little white tail bobbing. I screamed with laughter. “You’ve pissed on a rabbit!!”

She immediately laughed too, and pulled up her shorts, saying, “I don’t think I can go now, as I’m frightened of being tickled!”

“How about it, if I help you? You can squat on my face and I can lick your slit to open you up.” “Well, all right canlı bahis şirketleri then, but I shall lick you as well”

So, she came over to where I was, and I removed my T-shirt and pulled down my khaki shorts. Anna positioned herself over my head so I could see right up at her hairy cunt. She bent forward and grabbed my limp prick and started to manipulate it. I lifted my mouth up and pushed my tongue through her pubes into her nether lips; I licked up and down and pushed my tongue into her vagina. Anna wriggled against me and put her mouth down onto my prick, up and down until it was stiff. Then she wanked the foreskin up and down. Suddenly she raised herself up right, pushing my head down, and stopped moving to concentrate. Next minute I felt warm, smelly piss flow over my face. I shut my eyes and mouth, but I couldn’t shut my nose. I shuddered with revulsion but also with a strange excitement.

The flow stopped and Anna raised herself up and looked down at me. “Did you enjoy that?” ” Well,” I replied, “it was an experience.” “Let’s carry on as we were” and she put her mouth back onto my member and pushed her fanny onto my mouth again. I licked with renewed vigour, and canlı kaçak iddaa she wet mouthed my prick again until I was hard. Then she moved herself down and held my prick vertically and slowly moved her cunt onto it, facing my feet. It was a different feeling for both of us. She moved slowly at first and then speeded up. I watched her lovely round, white ass with it’s furry hole, move up and down. I couldn’t resist pocking my finger into it. This had the effect of bringing her to a climax. She stopped moving and paid attention to my needs by wanking me hard until I spurted into the air and over her hand.

“That was good,” she said, and I agreed. I was all wet and smelling of piss but it was worth it. I dried myself off on my own T-shirt.

We didn’t go out bicycling for the next few days, as it was raining or cloudy. Then we went out again to the same place. This time we started with a snogging and a fondling session on the rug. I wondered what we would do this time and how. Anna suggested that I could do her like a dog i.e. `doggy style` for a change; and I said I could cum in her bum. “That would be good,” said Anna, “I am feeling a bit bloated.”

So we carried on kissing canlı kaçak bahis for a bit to excite ourselves then Anna pulled down her knickers and went on all fours to present her round white bum to me. I knelt behind her a licked away, first at her cunt, then her arsehole, at the same time pulling on my pud to stiffen it. I pushed it in and I felt Anna’s fingers tickle my bollacks as she held my prick in her twat. It was nice and wet and warm. I moved smartishly in and out and she fingered her clit. I felt myself approaching my climax so I pulled out and pressed my prick into her arse hole.

It was tight and dry. It reminded me of the verse from the Good Ship Venus
The Cabin Boy’s name was Nipper
By Gad, he was a ripper,
He filled his arse
With broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.

Anyway, I pushed hard and tightness of her hole was delicious. I was overcome with pleasure as I spunked inside of her. I pulled back out, and let my sperm lubricate the entrance, and pushed back in again. It felt so good I did it again and again until I climaxed a second time. I had `cum twice on the same horn` to quote an old work mate.

Anna enjoyed the sensation too, and said so. Then she pulled away and went over to the hedgerow to empty her bowels, which she did with ease now. “That’s better! I’ll call on your services again if I become blocked again.”

“Feel free,” I said with a big smile on my face.

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I blew someone’s mind tonight. No kidding, I really did. Normally when I’m with someone, I have a good time and I’m usually confident that whoever I’m with has a good time, too. I mean, all the people I’ve been with (and I’ve been with many) have all said I was good and I do great ‘repeat business’. So I always figured I was doing something right. Tonight, however, was different. It was incredible!

I came home tonight slightly buzzed from my friend Jennifer’s house. We’d been talking over an art project we’re doing together while my kids played in the living room. Now you’ve got to understand that my friend Jennifer is incredibly HOT. I’ve had a few bisexual experiences, but I’d not really call myself bi-sexual. My adventures had mostly been experimental. But let’s face it all women have a couple of friends they’re secretly attracted to. You know the friend I mean? The one with the lush tits or the oh-so-sexy hair. Flashes of her naked pop into your imagination at odd moments, don’t they? That’s Jennifer for me. When the two of us drink wine or get stoned together I keep wanting to do the most naughty things with her. Trouble is, I don’t know if she’s open to that, so I just talk and smile and hope it doesn’t show.

So I was feeling quite frisky when I got home and put the kids to bed. I began my nightly wanderings through the house saying ‘good night’ to people. I should probably tell you about my house. I live in a spouse-swapping, communal living household. My husband and I share a three-story house with another couple and we have open marriages. That means that everyone who is over eighteen has slept with everyone else over eighteen in the house at least once. There isn’t any schedule or system to it. Most nights I sleep with my husband, but if one night I am ‘feeling peckish’ for one of the other adults, I can just go sound them out and if they feel like it, off we go. Some nights there have been joyful times had by all, but most of the time it has been pretty much one on one.

In the evenings I usually stop by to talk to everyone and see how their day went and spend some time with each person. First I kiss my three boys good night. Then I wander into Connie’s room where she and my husband are on their computers. They’re usually playing some kind of MMORPG. I chat with them for a bit then go to see Eric. On most evenings, Eric is also on his computer, which he has cleverly set up so the monitor swings over to the bed and he can play his games while lying there. Yes, we are all gaming geeks — what can I say? So I either sit on the bed or cuddle up with Eric while he plays and we talk for a bit.

Well, tonight as I passed his room on my way to shoo the kids out of the bathroom, I saw through the cracked-open door, that Eric was sprawled naked on his bed. I had to stop for a second to goggle at him. He just looked so tasty to my chemically altered perceptions. I got the kids in güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri bed and stopped in to see Greg (that’s my husband) and Connie. Then I wandered back down to Eric’s room. I smiled at him and he looked at me with a kind of sweet happiness that was both really attractive and really out of character. I cuddled up next to him. Her rolled on to his side and smiled. “I had a fierce migraine so I took two Ibuprofen and some allergy medicine. Now feel much better.”

Eric has prescription allergy medicine and it always leaves him kind of loopy. It’s one of the ones you see advertised, but in the behind-the-counter strength.

“Mmmmmm” I said to myself. “Eric’s a little stoned. I’m betting that he’s lying here with the covers off and the window above his bed open because the breeze feels so cool blowing across his body. He is stoned and probably feeling very sensual right now.” So I started to rub his body casually, just enjoying the feel of his skin. I got no reaction other than a slightly deeper breath and a slow relaxation of his muscles under my fingers. I kept doing it as we chatted about our day, about our week actually. I’d been busy with a gallery opening this week and hadn’t really been home much. While we were talking my hand motions were getting stronger and beginning to focus on his upper thigh and below his waist.

“Should I get undressed or should I go upstairs and leave you alone?” I whispered in his ear.

“You should definitely get undressed.”

I stood up and shut the door in case the kids went to the bathroom then I moved at the foot of the bed. I turned my back to him because I know he loves looking at my ass. I was wearing a loose top, no bra and a long gauzy skirt without panties. I slipped the skirt down first so he could see a little bit of my firm naked rump flitting between the folds of the blouse. I took my time with the buttons knowing that it was entrancing him. I swayed a little back and forth. There was a sexy ballad running through my head and I moved my body in time to it. When I was finished with the buttons I let the blouse fall gently to the floor and turned slowly toward him. I climbed up on the bed like a stalking cat, moving between his thighs and took his soft, but hardening cock in my mouth. He has a really good prick. I’ve never measured it, but it is just long enough to fit into the top of my throat. Just enough to make me gag without making me feel like I’m suffocating. My husband has a huge cock — 8 ½ inches and thick enough that I can’t completely get my fingers around it. It’s a wonderful cock to get fucked with, but if he’s in the mood to throat fuck me, then ‘Oh my god!’ Anyway, Eric’s dick is just the right size. He gets to have that great feeling guys love when your throat closes as you gag and I was able to focus on giving head instead of wondering if I’m going to pass out; something I’ve done many güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri times with Greg.

His cock was getting hard in my mouth. If you’ve only gone down on hard cocks — you don’t know what you’re missing. It’s such a great feeling as this soft, sensitive piece of flesh grows and hardens; filling your mouth. I love feeling that, and listening to the gasp or moan as he closes his eyes and just concentrates on what my mouth is making him feel. It’s so much fun. So, knowing that Eric was all about sensation right then, I took my time. I moved my tongue softly and slowly around his cock; focusing on all his sensitive spots. I let it slip out until just the tip was between my lips then I slowly sucked it back into my mouth. It got harder. I moved my tongue in a wave up and down the whole cock. Then I let it slide out again, but I gently swung my head side to side so his dick felt my tongue twining around it like the stripes on a barber pole. While I was doing that I moved my ass to the same motion.

Looking down at me, I knew he would see my head and ass swinging and swaying hypnotically. When the head was at my lips again I sucked on it while I got ready. I took a deep breath and slid all the way down so the tip with its dribbles of precum was nestled inside my throat. I let myself gag and swallow three times then came back up for air. I heard him gasping my name while I caught my breath. I did it again.

I was about to go down for a third time when he gasped, “Climb on top”

I straddled him and lowered myself on to his beautiful cock.

You know there’s something really wonderful about settling onto a good-sized hard dick. You feel it spreading your lips, pushing your pussy walls out; stretching you; filling you up. Then as you sit it feels so wonderful inside you. Every move you make is thrilling, pleasuring in ways only that hard rod can do. You just know you’re going to come any second.

As I sat on him I started to rock back and forth, grinding my pussy against his groin. I wanted to stimulate his eyes too, so I grabbed my breasts and made a show of playing with them. They did feel really good. The nipples were so sensitive, as I pinched and twisted them. I lifted each tit in turn and nibbled at my teats. I squeezed and kneaded the flesh of my twin globes. And all this time I was squeezing my legs together and wiggling around on his lap, pivoting on that wonderful, hard cock.

Finally I couldn’t stand it. I leaned forward to kiss him and at the same time I rubbed my engorged clit against his pelvis. Harder and harder, until I got it just right — firmly and fast enough to set me off as my juice lubricated and soaked his cock. I felt the build up in my body; the telltale pulses of sensual pleasure that spread to every part of my body and that grew stronger and stronger. I kept kissing him through my climax until I was gasping, güvenilir bahis şirketleri limp and spent on his body.

“Get on your back,” He whispered.

I quickly flipped over, feeling a cold breeze playing across my body. He climbed over me, but was on his hands and knees looking down, but not touching me. I grabbed my knees and tilted my pussy up towards his dick as if begging for it. Eric smiled down at me as he grabbed that glistening cock; ready to slip it inside me. He watched my face intently as he pushed ever so slowly into me. I could feel my pussy contracting nervously, like it was trying to pull him in. I looked into his eyes, those dark devil eyes, and he smiled and edged in a little more. He was teasing me, taunting me. I closed my eyes and just focused on the feeling of that wonderful, hard cock coming inside me bit by bit; arousing every nerve ending on its journey.

It felt so amazing and I needed it so badly. I pushed my hips up trying to get more of him inside me. Oh God, I wanted him.

I remember whimpering a small bit. He smiled even wider. I knew he loves it when I whimper. I was quivering all over.

“Please,” I whispered.

He said nothing, just kept pushing inside me at that agonizingly slow pace.

“Oh please,” I begged.

He still went slowly until almost all of him was buried to the hilt and then he slammed in the last two inches.

I came so hard that I screamed! He smiled down at me and kissed me, then began fucking me hard. Fucking me and simultaneously giving me deep sensual kisses. I could feel myself building up to yet another orgasm.

He dropped his head down to rest on my shoulder and attacked one of my favorite erogenous zones; my incredibly sensitive neck. Any kissing, biting or stroking there makes me tremble. He caressed me with his lips, and then was biting my neck until the sensual feelings drove me to the edge of another climax.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him as he thrust his cock inside me again and again. I could feel my orgasm building stronger and stronger. Any second, I was going to cum. I was whimpering incoherently and holding on to him for dear life. My climax began so deep inside, exploding out and causing my whole body to convulse. I had to bite his chest to stay quiet. At the same time I heard him gasp my name and felt his cock swell and shoot hot cum inside me. I imagined his thick seed spraying my womb in pulses, mixing with my juices. The image turned me on so much that my mind and body melded, taking me to ripples of ‘little deaths’ as I continued to convulse, until we were both totally spent.

We lay there virtually comatose. Gradually we separated enough for him to lie on his back and for me to snuggle under his arm. He held me close to him and just whispered my name over and over again. I rested in his arms and shivered with tiny post-orgasmic ripples of pleasure. I could not believe how multi-orgasmic I had become; nor how sex with Eric had been so intense this time. I was speechless. In fact, it must have been nearly ten minutes before either of us spoke.

He whispered, “That was amazing!”

“Yes,” I whispered back.

After that we just lay together.

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By Likegoodwine copyright January 2015

Here’s a short story for you. All sexual partners are adults. As is often the case with me, my story shouldn’t be taken seriously, just a few words put together to make people smile.

Edited by JonB1969.

Your votes and comments are welcome.

For many people in North America, winter is this unpleasant period between autumn and spring, a time when snow and sleet make your life miserable. A time to stay inside, avoid fresh air and imagine that you live on a tropical island.

For others, it is the time of the year where every little remote and mysterious spots on the map are finally within reach.

“What is he speaking about?” You might be asking. “Too many Jack Daniels on a cold Saturday night?”

Not at all! Let me explain!

Jacques Robert is my name. I was born and raised in Minneapolis, where I lived till I was 20. Then I started to move from one part of the country to the other, sometimes staying for a couple of years, other times not more than a couple of months.

See, I had a passion growing up: hockey. My Dad was a hockey player and I was born when he was playing for the Minnesota North Stars. I was good. Not awesome, just good! And I was a long way from the talent of my father. To make a long story short, I had more heart than size. At 5’11” and 180 lbs, I had an average speed but rather good hands. As a result, some scouts noticed me and I was drafted while still playing my junior hockey. I was a late draft, what they call a long shot. A career in hockey was such a long shot, also in my own opinion, that, on advice from my Dad, I went to play on a scholarship for a well-known eastern university. I never played one single game in the majors, but I spend over 10 years in the minors earning more than 100K a year to play a game I love.

Now 30 years old and with a knee causing me to wince every damp morning, I am no longer playing hockey. Thanks to my Dad, my business management diploma came really handy. Now I have a nice job for a mining company in Northern Canada.

When I say Northern, I mean it!

Look at a map on Google or anywhere else you like. Canada is a country North of USA, Duh!

Go a few hundred miles North of the northernmost border of the USA – aside from Alaska – and then go up! And up! And further up! That’s where I am. Here we call it the Arctic.

There are a few diamond mines north of Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. I work for one of them. Good pay, decent workload and nice colleagues. Nothing to complain! Except that winter here lasts seven fuckin’ months. Seven! The snow starts in early October and stays till the end of April, sometime first week of May. Snowfalls in September or June? Sure! Bring it on!

After a few years there, I had a choice. Run away with my tail between my legs or do as the natives do. I chose to do as the natives. I have a boat, for the really short summer season and a snowmobile for the very long winter. I am not at all into hunting. However, I love fishing.

And that’s what brings me to this weird story.

A friend of mine came up with the perfect secluded lake where we could go ice fishing and catch a lot of walleyes – they call it pickerels here. The remote lake was easy to spot on Google map. To get there, we decided to explore the area, trying to find snowmobile trails to reach our destination, or at least, to get us close to it.

The following weekend my friend was unable to come with me. Safety tells us never to venture alone in the forest – in the bush as the locals say. I should have followed that advice.

Armed with a map and my GPS, I was slowly making my way on my snowmobile güvenilir bahis toward the last trails we had spotted the previous weekend. I finally reached the Promised Land, or promised lake to be exact. However, it was near 3:30 PM and getting dark so I decided to go back.

On top of a hill, backtracking my way, I saw a familiar trail downhill. Indeed, I looked at my GPS and I could see that I could save many minutes instead of going around on a loop. So I took a short cut, angling the snowmobile downhill toward the trail.

I reached the foot of the hill when I heard a loud cracking sound. The snowmobile simply started to sink through a thin sheet of ice. It moved another few feet until the snowmobile hit the bottom of a creek. No wonder nobody ever took that shortcut. The snowmobile in the water, I tried to jump away from the snowmobile but the ice gave under my weight, and a stupendous shock hit me when I sank in the creek all the way to my waist.

It felt like a ram had hit me in the chest as soon as I felt the icy water. I gasped for air but was unable to breathe for a few seconds. As soon as I was able to breathe, I climbed back on the snowmobile and looked around.

I finally made it back to the shore. I was already shivering.

To ascertain my location, I reached for my GPS. Gone! Probably downstream in the creek! My mind already numb from the cold, I made a quick calculation. I must be close to 2 hours on foot from the road where my pick-up was parked. To fight the cold, I decided to get moving and walk at a brisk pace.

After one hour, it was pitch black. The moon was hidden by the cloud cover and without my GPS I relied only on the hard surface of the snowmobile trail to keep me heading the right way. Or so I hoped!

Frozen to the core, shivering, I plodded my way toward the warm safety of my car. The moon made an appearance and shed a dim light reflected by the snow. I looked around but didn’t recognize at all where I was. Am I still on the right trail? Did I take a wrong turn amidst the many crisscrossing snowmobile trails? Am I about to die, frozen and lost? What a special Holliday season for my parents if I don’t make it back to my car.

The moon disappeared again behind the clouds, and I was left alone in the dark and freezing to death, literally.

I walked another 15 minutes, shivering uncontrollably. My mind was getting more sluggish by the minute.

“Keep walking”, I told myself, despite an urge to simply lie down and rest. At that moment, my nose got a whiff of smoke in the air. I stopped and looked around. I saw nothing, but the smoke seemed to be coming from my right, away from the snowmobile trail.

Smoke means fire. Fire means warmth. Warmth means shelter. Despite the risks, I decided to leave the trail and walk toward where the smoke was coming from.

After a few minutes, through the branches, I finally caught a glimpse of light coming from ahead. It seemed like ages before I could see a cabin. There was some light and, more important, a smoking chimney.

Shivering, I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again and called out.

“Help please! I am freezing to death. I need help”.

Finally I heard the latch and the door opened a few inches. A woman looked suspiciously at me. When she noticed my frozen pants and coat, she gasped. She said something in a language I didn’t understand, opened the door, grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside.

I almost cried tears of joy to have finally reached a safe haven from the cold weather. I just stood inside the cabin, by the door, and my whole body was shivering, my teeth loudly chattering.

Without a word, this beautiful woman, a native türkçe bahis in her 40’s, said something toward the back room and started to unzip my coat. A breathtaking younger woman in her 20’s came from the back room carrying blankets, a frail granny following her. All three looked so alike that they must be mother and daughter: same size, same bushy dark eyebrows, same nice copper colored skin, same slightly prominent teeth – except for the granny, who didn’t seem to have any teeth.

In a matter of seconds, I was stripped of every piece of wet cold clothing and I was covered with a nice warm blanket. A chair was by the wood stove, and I was guided to it.

The granny said something in her language, and then finished with a giggle. Her daughter translated for me.

“My mom says to sit down in front of the fire to warm up… and… she also said not to worry, it will all pop out when you are not so cold,” she said while looking at my midsection in the gap left open by the blanket.

I looked down. Holy crap! With the cold, it seems that my whole genitalia system was trying to get inside my body. My balls almost disappeared inside and my penis was only a little tiny appendage.

Soon, I was covered with another blanket, warmed up by the wood stove, and I was sipping a hot cup of tea. I was still shivering but my body was soaking up all the warmth thrown at me. As a consequence of the mild hypothermia, I soon began to doze off on the chair. I was in a daze when I felt myself being herded toward the backroom and put to bed. I soon fell asleep.

I woke up during the night. An oil lamp burning in the front room was illuminating the room a little bit. I was laid on my side, sandwiched by two warm bodies. I soon realized that I was sporting a huge hard-on, and the small woman in front of me, probably the granddaughter, was gently humping her buttocks on my erect and very alive penis. I also realized that my hand had somehow found a nice little breast and was cupping it.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to respond to the humping, but at the same time, I had her mother laid down behind me, her whole body glued to mine. So, gently, I began to caress the breast resting already in my hand. The humping stopped. Darn!

After a few seconds, I sensed her buttocks pushed on my erect cock again. I pushed back. Slightly, silently we started to hump each other again. My hand went underneath her shirt and I felt the warm soft flesh of her breasts. They were small but the little nipples were hard to the touch. I gently squeezed one nipple. A moan escaped her.

I let my hand slide down slowly, caressing every inch of her tummy, and made my way to her crotch. Over the panties, my fingers reached her pussy. She strongly pushed her bum on my hard-on. I caressed her mound for a few seconds through the fabric of her panties and she began to moan almost silently, but steadily.

I finally inserted my hand under the waistband of her panties and let my fingers explore the folds of her very hairy pussy. When I reached the wetness of her tunnel she let a louder moan. Her humping stopped. Her hand reached behind her and grabbed my very erect cock.

After a few minutes of masturbation, her hand left my cock and she pulled down her panties a bit down her hip. Then she put a leg on top of mine and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward her pussy.

When I felt my cock at her entrance, I positioned myself better and began to push inside.

Wow it felt great! So tight, so wet and feeling so good! I began a slow motion of penetration, going in and out, one hand still gently caressing her clit. Her moans were now louder.

I wasn’t able to push very deep in that position güvenilir bahis siteleri but I enjoyed the sensation of my cock rubbing inside her pussy. I wish I could change position and fuck her real deep and hard, but it wasn’t to be, with the mother right behind me, only a few inches from where her daughter was getting screwed by a complete stranger.

As the woman was getting closer to her climax, she was moaning even louder and pushing back her hips to meet my thrusts.

Despite the situation I was also having a hard time being quiet. My thrusts were getting harder and faster. Almost totally lost in our carnal fusion, I was still aware enough to realize that the woman behind me was masturbating herself as well as biting my back. That really did it. I let spurts upon spurts of semen fill the daughter while I still felt the mother rubbing herself and kissing me. Totally exhausted, I fell asleep, my cock still inside the daughter.

Later that night I awoke to a very nice and pleasant sensation. A nice, warm and soft mouth was around my cock, sucking me like there was no tomorrow. I might have been half awake but I still had a very hard rod to suck on. Within minutes I was coming into a very welcoming mouth. Soon after I was back asleep.

I woke up alone in bed the next morning, unsure if it was all a dream. Looking at the dried up pool of semen on the sheet beside me, I knew the truth and was ashamed of my behavior. These nice people had saved my life and I had thanked them by fucking their daughter. What an ass!

Wrapped in a blanket, I got up and walked toward the front room. The granny was cooking over a wood stove. The mother was busy butchering some unidentified animal, probably a rabbit if I could tell by the size, while the granddaughter was at the table listening to her ipod. Nobody was paying attention to me. It was a little bit weird after the great sex I had last night following my rescue.

We had a quiet breakfast. They both fluently spoke English but they often reverted to their native language. The daughter was acting very natural, unfazed by our previous sexual encounter. However, the mother kept blushing at me and the granny kept on cooking.

After breakfast I was given my clothing back, now totally dried.

“Emilie will be starting the snowmobiles soon,” said the mother. “We have a good idea where your car is and it will be a short ski-doo ride there.”

On that, the daughter got up, grabbed her coat and went outside. Soon I could hear a snowmobile engine sputtering to life. Then a second one started. She came back inside and sat at the table across from me. Her mother and grandmother were in the back room. Finally alone!

“Emilie,” I said. I got no reaction.

“Emilie,” I said louder. She looked at me and removed her ipod’s earplug.

“I wanted to thank you… for everything,” I said. “It was simply marvelous and I couldn’t have ask for a more comforting gift. Thanks again!”

“Oh well, Cool!” she said. Then she put back her earplugs.

I was nonplussed at her reaction. Wow, my performance must have been lacking. Normally, I receive a thank you, at least. I didn’t have time to linger on that thought as the mother and grandmother came back. The mother soon had her coat on.

“I’ll be giving you a ride,” she said. “My daughter will follow us with the other sledge.”

As I was about to make my way out, I stopped in my track and turned around toward the granny. The mother and daughter passed by me, heading outside. Granny walked toward me, hobbling with her cane. I reached and offered her a handshake. Instead of shaking my hand, she grabbed my scarf and pulled me toward her. To my surprise, she kissed me hungrily.

“Thanks a lot Sweetheart!” she said, releasing me. “You made my day… no my week… no, you made my century. And don’t worry I can’t get pregnant anymore. Give me a shout anytime.”

The end!

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This is my entry to the April Fool’s Day contest of 2019. It’s in the Fetish rubric, but it could easily just as well have been placed in Exhibitionism. I hope you like it.

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I’ve always been smarter in retrospect. With my April Fool joke, anything would have been smarter. This year I was at my dumbest. To explain, I need to describe my relationship with Greg. We were in love. We finally took the step of living together, since we were almost always together anyway.

I would almost always stay the night during one of our more amorous encounters, and in the morning, I would walk the walk of shame back to my place. You’ve seen girls like me: heading home in the morning still dressed for a sexy night out with my man. It was all the doorman of my building could do to keep from smirking when he saw me, disheveled, still smelling of sex, desperately needing a shower and a change of clothes.

It just made sense to live together. So I moved in with Greg, and we saved my rent. In New York City, that’s a substantial saving. It made sense, even if it was amazingly stupid. You see, Greg is a great guy, and I love him, but he’s not perfect. His primary flaw is named Kevin.

Kevin is a jerk. He’s a first-class jerk, and Greg hangs out with Kevin a lot, more than I ever suspected. Kevin’s not respectful of women. His language is crude, and he has trouble keeping his hands to himself. Greg either cannot see it, or he doesn’t mind it, or — I shudder to say this — he likes it. In fact, when Kevin is around, which is much too often, Greg acts the same crude way Kevin acts.

Greg likes me not to wear bras. My breasts are so small that I don’t really need to wear them. Greg loves my breasts, which he calls my boobs. When Kevin’s around, Greg calls them my tits. Kevin and Greg both like to pinch my ass. It’s okay when Greg does it; he’s my lover after all. It’s not okay when Kevin does it, but it’s hard for me to stop him, especially when Greg encourages it!

Greg also likes to raise my top to check out my boobs. He does this multiple times a day. I don’t mind, I even secretly like it. I’m not shy about my body, and I like that Greg likes my breasts so much. Before Greg I was insecure about my breasts, them being small and all, but Greg’s obsession with them has cured me of that particular insecurity. I doubt anyone would understand how much that means to me. It means a lot.

It’s annoying though when Greg needs another ‘boobs flash,’ as he says, when Kevin is around. Greg is showing me off, and I kind of like it, but it sends a bad message to Kevin. Last week Kevin decided to flash my boobs all by himself and he lifted my blouse up to take a look. I got upset of course, and Greg scolded me for ‘being such a prude.’ I got really mad, but the next time Kevin helped himself to a boobs flash I just passively let him.

Actually, truth be told, all of these boob flashes consistently turn me on.

Kevin has been coming over lately when Greg was not home. It’s awkward. Last week Greg took a trip to Chicago, on company business. I wanted to come, since his company always puts him up in a nice hotel, but I had to work myself, and could not get away. Every night however we would facetime, and then we would use Zoom to have exhibitionist sex. I would masturbate for Kevin as he watched on his computer in a Chicago hotel room. Greg ate it up.

We had a special laptop, positioned in such a way that if I lay in the center of our double bed, the computer’s camera would see all of me. Greg liked that. In contrast, in his Chicago hotel room, all I got to see was Greg’s face and shoulders. I knew, however, what was going on further down, off screen, courtesy of his right hand. I found it sexy to know what was happening, but not to be allowed to see it.

Some nights Greg was busy, and we didn’t speak, Facetime, or Zoom. I got a little suspicious, especially when Kevin told me, with a tone of voice that spoke stronger than his words, that Greg’s old girlfriend Susanna had recently moved to Chicago and was lonely, since she knew nobody there. I was getting angry, but I figured Greg was a good man and he wouldn’t cheat on his true love, his boobs flashing girl, right?

I did remember that I’d learned that Susanna had D cup boobs, and that little fact did not help my (probably unfounded) jealousy diminish. Greg’s best friend Kevin was Facebook friends with Susanna, and reading her posts he reported to me that suddenly Susanna was no longer lonely. No names were given but he learned from Facebook she had hooked up with an old friend who was in town on business. This news put me in a funk.

Greg being away led to twice a day visits from Kevin. Even though I would answer the door and tell Kevin that Greg was away, it did not deter the visits. Here is how the first visit went.

“That’s okay, Sally. I came to see you,” Kevin said.

“Me?” I asked. I was surprised. Did he want to use me in order to practice being a boor?

“Yes, you,” he said.

“Oh. Well, illegal bahis alright, would you like to come in?” I asked.

Kevin came in, I gave him a beer, and we smoked some dope. Finally, I asked why he wanted to see me?

“I know I’m Greg’s friend,” he began, “but the three of us have been hanging out for months now, and I hope you consider me to be your friend, too. It’s what friends do, right? They get together.”

“I like you too, Kevin,” I replied, which I realized was a smaller white lie than I had thought it was, when I said it.

“How about a tits flash, baby?” Kevin said.

“Call it a boobs flash, and use my name, okay?”

“How about a boobs flash, Sally?”

I stood up, my head spinning around from the drugs just a bit, and I gave him a flash. It was no big deal, since Greg had ‘made me’ flash my tits in front of Kevin many times before, and as you no know, Kevin had helped himself to some flashes before too, to my consternation. I may have let the flash linger a bit too long, however.

The next time he visited, in the evening, he surprised me since I was not expecting anyone to visit. I was dressed in only a long T shirt and panties, because I had been doing my exercises. Greg had ‘trained me’ always to remove my sports bra immediately upon completion of my exercises. Even though my breasts are small, I still need a sports bra for comfort. Even small boobs bounce around with vigorous exercise. I cracked the door open only a smidge. When I discovered it was only Kevin, and since I was relaxed around him, I let him in and excused myself to “go become more presentable.”

“Hey, no need, baby. You look ravishing. Please stay the way you are. I’ll only be here a little while,” he said. True to his word, he stayed for only two beers and a small amount of smoking dope. I suspected Kevin timed his visits, because he always seemed to show up right after my exercises. Hence, I became accustomed to letting him in while wearing only a T shirt and panties. He always got a boobs flash, too.

The third day, he asked if he could have a ‘boobs’ show’ rather than a boobs flash?

“Huh?” I replied, not at my most articulate, I must say.

“Could you just take off your T shirt for a while? I really love your boobs,” he said.

Telling me you love my boobs is a great way to get me to do stuff. I’ve been complaining about their small size, but perhaps I should explain. Throughout high school I was so flat chested I looked almost like a boy above the waist. Granted, I would have been a boy without any chest hair, but you get the idea.

When I was sixteen I went on birth control pills, since I was, as they say, ‘sexually active.’ Suddenly my boobs emerged. They grew to a respectable 32B size, not too, too far away from being size 32C, but I still had a complex about having zero to tiny boobs, nevertheless. I know it’s my own psychological fuckup, but I even to this day I still feel as though my boobs are non-existent, so when someone like Kevin cannot get enough of them, well, it just makes me happy.

“Well, Kevin, if you really love them, then yes, I’ll take off my T shirt for you this evening,” I said.

“I really love them,” Kevin said, and he almost seemed to be drooling at the prospect. A few minutes later off came my T shirt. I had not thought this through, obviously, because suddenly I was hosting my lover’s best friend, dressed only in my panties.

Fortunately, Kevin was the prefect gentlemen. Except for the de rigueur occasional ass squeezes, which were quite sexy since they were only through my panties and not my jeans. Kevin was respectful. His crude language and snide remarks seemed to vanish.

The next evening when I greeted him in my by-now-customary T shirt and panties, my T shirt came off within the first five minutes. Kevin stayed longer than usual, and he made us some margaritas, and after three margaritas and some really good dope Kevin had brought along, I was feeling no pain. It was then that Kevin asked if he could touch my boobs.

I knew this was wrong, but dammit I was horny and enjoying all of Kevin’s idolizing attention and flattery, so I said, “Well, if you really want to?”

“I really want to,” he said.

I should explain. I know a lot of us girls don’t get any erotic thrill from breast fondles. Mostly it’s psychological if they get any thrill, not physical. Most of the girls I know fake an erotic reaction just to please the man. That’s what all my girlfriends say.

In my case, who knows what it is? I obviously have a complex regarding my boobs, so maybe it is only psychological, but for me, the pleasure of a boob fondle is so real, I truly believe — in my case — that it’s physical.

When Kevin first touched my boobs, I got an erotic thrill as if an electric shock had gone straight from my nipple to my clitoris. He touched them so gently, and so lovingly, I got super aroused. I also think the taboo nature of letting my boyfriend’s best friend be intimate with me, there in one of illegal bahis siteleri my primary erogenous zones, was part of the thrill.

When Kevin began to lick and even gently bite my nipples, I groaned with pleasure. He kept it up and I began to moan, the way I do when Greg fucks me. Kevin pulled me to a standing position and he fondled my tits amazingly and then he kissed me. OH MY GOD I thought, I’m kissing Kevin! This seemed more taboo even than the breast fondles, especially given the way we were kissing, which was anything but innocent.

At my suggestion, Kevin removed his clothes above the waist, so that while we stood and kissed, my boobs would caress his wonderful chest hair and rippling chest muscles. It felt divine: comforting, but hopelessly sexy, too. As we continued to kiss, and rub our chests together, I put my arms around his neck, and his long arms went down to my buttocks. A few minutes later, his hands went under my panties, and he squeezed the cheeks of my ass. Boy, did that feel nice.

When Kevin’s hands began to explore my little brown flower, I became nervous. I’m one of those unusual girls who actually enjoys anal sex from time to time, especially when the man’s cock is not too thick. This made it highly erotic for me, especially when Kevin’s finger gently entered my anal cavity.

I pulled away from Kevin. “We’re getting carried away, Kevin. I love everything you’re doing to me, but I’m Greg’s girl. I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Kevin looked at me. I couldn’t read his face. “When does Greg get home?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. Was he calculating how many more days he had to get into my panties? Jeez, what a thought! What was wrong with me?

“Not until Monday,” I said.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied. “Monday is April 1.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Want to pull an April Fool’s joke on him?” Kevin asked.

It was obvious he had idea. “I sure do. Spill, Kevin.”

“How about I use a marking pen and write ‘Kevin was here,’ on your boobs?” he asked. “That should get him jealous! If it gets him too jealous, tell him it was you who wrote it, and say April Fool!”

“He won’t get jealous, Kevin. I’ve already flashed you my boobs tons of times,” I said. I was still feeling an erotic high from our kissing and from Kevin’s wonderful hands all over my body.

“Yes, but never long enough, until now, to write on them. You have a point, though. Is your pussy shaved clean?”

“What??!! Kevin, what’s wrong with you?!” I exclaimed. I was angry at his crude, rude, and disrespectful question.

“I was just thinking I could also write ‘And here’ on your pussy. I didn’t mean to offend,” he said.

“I have a trimmed bush, if you must know, but really Kevin!” I said.

“It might get to him, don’t you think?” he asked. “I could do your anus, too,” he said.

“Yes, doing my pussy and my asshole would most certainly get to him, but for you to do that I would have to let you see my most intimate parts, and that’s not going to happen. Let’s stick to the boobs,” I said.

“Sure. Do you have a marker?” he asked. “I could bring one over tomorrow.” I was still standing in front of him topless, wearing only panties, I realized.

“I’ve got a marker, but you’ll have to do it at the last minute,” I said.

“Why?”

“Well, we Facetime, Zoon actually, every night, and well…” I had let my voice trail off. It was too embarrassing to tell Kevin all that we got up to in the privacy of our bedroom and Greg’s hotel room in Chicago.

“Oh, I get it….I could do your pussy and ass now, though, if you like?” Kevin said.

“No, you can’t, he might see…You’ll have to wait…”

“Oh! Sally, you just keep getting more and more wonderful. I’m impressed!” Kevin said. I actually blushed.

“Anyway, I told you we’re not doing them. My private parts are going to remain just that: private. Besides, if you wrote something like that, it’d be a lie, and I won’t lie to Greg,” I said.

“It would just be a joke, not a lie, Sally,” he said.

“Well, it’s not going to happen. The boobs, yes, it’s a good idea. No to my pussy and ass. Got it?”

“Sure,” he replied, but I had the impression he was thinking that he had five more days to get me to agree, and he was going to keep trying. If he did, I had the sinking feeling that he might succeed. He had already managed to get me almost naked and to kiss me and turn me on almost to the point of submission. My goodness! I thought.

As I had those last thoughts, my phone dinged. The text was from Greg, of course, saying this was a good time for us to have our nightly Facetime call. I explained this to Kevin.

“I suppose you want privacy. I could wait out here, and you could talk in the bedroom?” Kevin said.

“We use Zoom,” I said. “Maybe you should go home. It’s getting late, anyway.”

Kevin looked at me blankly when I had said Zoom. “It’s like Skype, only easier to use. Also, you can record canlı bahis siteleri the calls. Greg likes that because…” and then I shut up. I had already said too much.

“I get it,” Kevin said. “Greg likes to see your boobs, so you undress. No worries, Sally. I’m seeing them right now.”

“It’s more than just my boobs, Kevin,” I said, blushing.

“Oh! Oh, wow, can I watch? Greg need never know, you know,” Kevin said. “I’ll be off camera, so to speak, and remain as silent as a church mouse.”

“It’s more than just nudity. Sometimes, most times, really, he wants more…” I said.

Kevin was quick. “Oh God, Sally, This I have to see! You absolutely have to let me see

you get yourself off for Greg!”

“It’s not a good idea, Kevin, and besides I’d be too embarrassed,” Sally said.

“It would mean so much to me, Sally. I’ve never seen a girl get herself off before, I mean, other than in porn. Least of all a girl with such a hot body and such great boobs as yours,” Kevin said.

I don’t know if he added ‘great boobs’ in some clever strategy or whether it was all genuine, but dammit, it worked. “Greg must not know,” I said. “He must never know. Even ten years from now you can’t tell him. Do you understand?”

Why did I agree to let Kevin ‘eavesdrop?’ I’ve thought about it a lot since, and I guess it just turned me on to have another man, even Kevin (of shit — I’ll be honest — especially Kevin) watching me be virtually intimate with Greg. It all comes down to that: I found it hopelessly erotic.

Kevin agreed much too easily. It was easy to do, too. He just hid behind the computer, standing across the bedroom from where I was on the bed. I put my T shirt back on, so that I could sexily remove it for Greg, and now, as it turned out, secretly for Kevin, too. I launched a Zoom session with Greg and Greg logged on almost instantly.

“What took so long?” he asked.

“Sorry about that. I was in the middle of a work project when your text came,” I lied. “How’s the conference going? How’s Chicago?” I clicked the button to record our Zoom session. I always do that, I’m not sure why. I use the ‘professional version,’ thanks to my company, so I can store the recordings on the Zoom website.

“Take off your T shirt, will you doll face?” Greg said. I did. I planned to try to do so sexily for my audience of two men. “God, I love your boobs.”

“Thanks, Greg. I love you, too. Wait a minute, is there someone with you there? I see a shadow,” I said. My alarm showed in my voice.

“It’s a colleague. He’s been wanting to meet you. Come over here, Mark. Can you see him now, Sally?” Greg said.

“You can’t possibly have wanted me to remove my T shirt while your colleague Mark is watching? What’s wrong with you, Greg? ” I said, just a bit incredulous.

“Sally, I’ve been bragging about you constantly, and I’ve showed Mark some of my pictures. He’d love to see you in the flesh, and Zoom is the next best thing,” Greg said.

“You showed him the X rated pictures?” I asked. My voice was too loud. It showed my annoyance, bordering on outrage.

“Uh…yes.”

“Those are just for you, Greg. You know that!” I said. “We’ve discussed it. You agreed!”

“Look, Mark is in Chicago. You’re probably never even going to meet him, and besides I know you love to show off your body,” Greg said.

“I do? Since when?” I asked.

“Oh Sally. It’s obvious to everyone, except possibly to you,” Greg said.

“How is it obvious? Who besides you have seen my naked body?” I asked.

“Your numerus boyfriends before me, for one example,” he said.

“They don’t count. If you fuck a guy, of course he’s going to see your body!” I said. Was I dealing with a moron?

“There were a lot of them, Sally,” Greg said.

“So what? We’ve had this discussion. They were before I met you. Since I’ve met you nobody’s seen my body except for you! That’s the point here, you know,” I said, not bothering to hide my annoyance. My anger, actually. Greg had no right to bring up my promiscuous past in front of his colleague Mark (and unwittingly, also for Kevin, I realized. I metaphorically gulped).

“What about Kevin? How many times have you flashed him your boobs?” Greg asked. Was Greg too dumb to let this go?

“I flashed my boobs to Kevin at your behest. I did it to please you, you moron!”

“And now I want you to do it one more time, again to please me if you want to see it that way. This time, it’s for my horny colleague Mark, here,” my boyfriend said.

“Are you trying to turn me into a slut?” I asked. “Maybe your personal slut? A hot wife?” I asked, mostly in anger.

“I didn’t even know you knew the term ‘hot wife’!” Greg said. “Did one of your former lovers try that? To turn you into one?” I couldn’t see, but I just knew Greg’s pants were tenting as he asked that.

“I’m ending this call. I don’t know how many times I’ve flashed Kevin. Maybe you do?” I asked.

Kevin, in the background, held up ten fingers and then six more. He was smiling like an imbecile.

“Kevin knows, of course, how many times have you flashed him your boobs. We could ask him.” Greg said. Kevin was smiling in the background off camera, and giving me a thumbs up, the horndog.

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