Distance Makes the Man Grow Harder

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Recently, I had an unexpected trip to Aisa. A trip that far from the USA is not cheap so this time my wife had to stay home. I was gone for two weeks. Two weeks is a lifetime when you are getting fucked three to four times a week and experimentation is the rule not the exception.

I took my newly purchased iPad with SKYPE installed with me on the trip. I installed SKYPE on my wife’s iPhone. With no cost at all we could see and talk to each other each day. Little did I know that SKYPE is a long distance sex toy.

I called my wife upon arrival in Asia. The flight for me was 30 total hours in a plane or airport. We talked for a brief time. She looked good in a spaghetti strap top with her 36D tits bulging out of it. I needed sleep after the long trip so the video phone call lasted just a few minutes.

I was exhausted, but all I could think of was my wife’s big 36D tits and how badly I wanted to fuck her. We’d been apart before, but never with video phone call capability. Seeing my wife looking so good just made my desires escalate.

The next day I walked the streets, enjoyed the sights and sounds and had some great food from the street vendors. All I could think of was fucking my wife’s beautiful ass and sucking on her massive tits.

The time difference güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri is 12 hours. I called my wife at 9PM which was her 9AM. She had already showered, but was in a silk robe awaiting my call.

When she accepted the video phone call she was sitting on the living room couch.

She said, “I miss you. Do you miss these?” She opened her silk robe to reveal her big braless tits to me.

I was surprised, but very happy to have erotic video of my wife so far from home. She then started playing with her nipples for me to watch and said, “I love touching my nipples, but nothing feels as good as you sucking them.”

I said to her, “Baby, you’re getting my cock real hard.”

She said, “Show me. I want to see that thick cock I love so much.”

I leaned the iPad up on the dresser so my wife could see me get undressed. This whole sexy video phone conference was getting me even harder. She saw my swollen cock and said, “Stroke yourself for me.”

I did and she said, “Wow this is the best thing I’ve ever seen on my iPhone.”

Then she added, “Do not cum. You are not permitted to cum on this trip without my permission. If you do cum without my permission you will pay a severe price when I get home. I will never güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri let you wear my panties again.”

I simply said, “Yes honey, you know I will do as I am told because I love wearing your panties and I love the sexual pleasure you give me.”

We ended the phone call and there I was with erotic things spinning in my head, a hard cock and nothing I could do.

This continued each day. One day my wife propped the iPhone up so I could watch her shave her pussy. Another time she had me watch her pleasure herself with the vibrator. All this time I was ordered not to cum.

Finally, on the middle day of the trip, one week from leaving home my wife said, “Today you get to cum. I don’t want you going crazy in Aisa and cumming today will still allow for a major cum buildup for the day you arrive back to me.”

She instructed me to undress in front of the iPad. She then instructed me to place the iPad, so she could see me lay down on the bed. She told me to slowly stroke myself while she talked to me. The pleasure was intense.

My wife said, “I can’t wait to get your cock in pretty silk panties when you get home. I’m going to buy brand new Victoria Secret silk panties for you to wear. I’m going to lick your güvenilir bahis şirketleri cock with you wearing the new panties. Then I’m going to leave your panties on and pull your cock out so I can ride it. I’m going to ride you cowgirl to start and pound my pussy down on your cock and panties. My pussy will be so wet your panties will get drenched from the pounding.”

“After I enjoy myself riding your cock I’m going to get on my back and take your cock in me, but I’m going to put coconut lotion on your nipples and tease your nipples until you want to cum so badly, I’m not going to let you cum. I’m going to stand at the side of the bed and let you fuck my pussy in panties from behind.”

Then she said, “How does your cock feel right now?”

I said, “I’m ready to cum baby.”

She said, “Cum for me baby, cum for me just like you do in my pussy here at home in our fuck palace.”

I first load of cum burst onto my chin. The rest squirted onto my stomach and chest.

I got video phone sex without cumming for the rest of the trip. I arrived home to a shaved pussy and those tits I love. As I walked into the house my wife was spinning a pair of pink stretchy silk VS panties with white trim around her finger. She said, “I don’t care how tired you are, I need that cock right now. Put these panties on. I have a matching pair on. Let’s start enjoying each other.”

We fucked exactly as she had told me that day. What a great return home. The next 17 days were filled with sex and on the 18th day we rested for one day.

I love technology and I love my wife.

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My First Toy

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The first time I bought and used a vibator was so…hot. I was 19 at the time and in collage. It was funny that it took me this long to add a peace of hardware to my sexual arsional, it wasn’t like I was at all inexperinced with sex or anything like that. After all, I had already made love to several other women and not just some teenage experimental shit. I mean hardcore lesbain sex, which has not changed in the last ten years.

Anyway, it was about three weeks after we returned from Christmas break. A winter storm had coated northwest Ohio with a thick blanket of snow and the mercury had fallen well beyond the bitter cold. At the time I was between lovers and not really in the mood for messy attachments. I had been keeping my sanity with quickie shower rubs and very quite playing under the covers as my room mate slept. But to be honest it wasn’t doing the job. I really wanted…no needed more stimulation then I was getting. Don’t get me wrong, the “O” was coming (bad pun) but I needed a new experince. Yes, I needed a toy.

I decided to skip my classes one Monday knowing my roomie, Jenn, would be in class from 11 A.M. until three in the afternoon. I took the bus out to near the closest adult book store. I must admit, I was really scared about going to such a place. What would it be like? I pictured a twenty foot wall covered with strange objects of unbelieveable sizes and dirty old men watching me pick out one to materbate with. Yet, at the sametime my pussy was very wet and excited.

The store was as dirty and gross as I had pictured it. A television over the counter canlı bahis flashed images of a black girl sucking some guys cock. Recorded moans and groans filled thesmall room. Part of me wanted to leave at that moment but another part of me stood fast, the part between my thighs and she is a demaineding little bitch.

I walked over to a small wall and begain check out my toy options. Jelly filled, G-Spot, Pocket Rockets, Six inches, Eight, Twelve all screamed out at me. I was overwhelmed. I wanted to cry or scream or buy them all, I didn’t know what to do.

Just at that moment the clerk walked up to me. “Hello”, greated a female voice

Thank god it was another woman!

“Can I help you with anything?”,she asked me.

I was so relieved. I told her I wanted a vibator but had no idea there were so many to pick from. patianly she asked me,

“Is this for solo or partner use?”.

I told her that it was just for me, which made me feel both better and even more whoreish.

“Well what do you like?”, seeing my confussin she gone on, “I mean do you like deep penitrion or clit stimulation more?”

A odd feeling of saftey overcame me and I told her i was a lesbian and outside of fingers I had never been penitrated so, clitoral stimulation seemed like my thing.

She handed me a pink latex coverd vibrateing egg. She told me this would be the best toy for me to start with and explained all the ways I could play with it. Trust me it made me very exited to hear this woman describe all the erotic possibilites to me. I agreed that was what bahis siteleri I was looking for. I bought the toy and thanked her for all her help.

The bus ride was unbareable. In the brown paper bag tucked under my arm was a sex toy, for me, while strangers gone about their daily lives. I wanted to pull down my black jeans right there and caress my swallon lips with my egg at that second. Luckly the trip back to the dorm was short.

I rushed inside, up to my room. I put on my favorete CD at the time (Sisters of Mercy’s Floodland) and quickly undressed. I moved my full lenght mirror to the end of my bed, taking my reflection in for a moment. Then I opened the package.

I rubbed the smooth orb across my check. With trimbleing hands I put the two AA batteries in the control. Slowly I turned the dial causeing the vibrator to come to life. I watched in awe as it gone from a slow quiver to a rageing earthquake.

I layed back on the bed, spreading my legs apart. I saw my horny pussy reflected back to me. Softly I parted my lips as a stream of wettness escaped. Turning the dial to a slower speed I brought the toy to myself.

I audioably gasp out. Oh God did it feel good. With steady action I slid it up and down my pink lips. When slightly more sure of myself I increased the motor, sending even more spine tingling sinsations through me.

Boldly I brought it up touch my engored clit. I moaned out loud. Yes, I thought, this is going to make me explode. I teased the swallon button for a few more moments and then pulled it back to my cunt.

I wanted bahis şirketleri to feel it from the inside. I pushed the magic egg inside of me causeing me to groan with pleasure. I rolled onto my belly, rubbing my stiff nipples aginst the rough cotton of my sheets. I shoved my ass in the air, binging my fingers to my clit. In slow rapid circles I rubbed it, felling the orgasam approaching.

It was then I spoted them under Jenn’s bed. She had kicked her clothes under it when she left for class. There in frontwere the panties she had worn to bed last night. I leaned out and grabbed them.

Well, the crotch was soaked wet. it seemed that Jenn had also taken matters in her own hand before going to class. While I was not really attracted to her per say, the kinky thought of smelling her while I came was overwhleming.

I sat up and grabed the white flowered panties, turning the crotch inside out. I held them up to my noise and inhaled as I pushed the egg in and out of me. With no shame I started sucking the fabric, tasteing my room mates pussy in secret. I plamed the egg and slided it over my lips and clit.

I was cumming. I rubbed the toy hard aginst me as I screamed out, muffled by her panties.I watched myself in the mirror through slinted eyes as the rapture pulled me under. Jaws clinched, breast heaving, belly quivering, my toes clinched. I felt my walls squeeze and release in rapid secution.I squeezed my ass tight and let it all out.

I collapsed back down. Breathing heavily. After a lingering moment I turned off the toy and spit her panties out. I felt great.

After I took a short nap I hided my new lover in my drawer. Then I did both our landury, after all it was the least I could do after sucking her pussy juices off her soiled underwear.

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Big Girls Rule

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Roo was fresh from the shower, combing out her tangles when she heard the tap on the door. I had just gotten out myself, toweling down when she pulled on one of my T-shirts. Watching her pull a top on over her head was always heaven for me. Raising her arms, her round soft orbs rising in unison, big pink nipples smooth, inviting and enticing. Then the bounce as her arms pulled the shirt out and over, squeezable boobs at rest once again. My shirt barely covered her big pink bottom as she went to let Teri in.

Our neighbor from across the breezeway slipped in all smiles. “Looky what I got!” she sang, handing a tight baggy down to Roo. I say handed down because Roo was as short as Teri was tall, as in Amazon tall, all six feet of her… Imagine glacier blue eyes, puffy lips, small nose and a page boy haircut. She was small chested, lean in the middle with long beautifully shaped legs to make any model jealous. She was wearing white shorts and a halter, flip flops, normal Teri casual attire.

I came in wearing some gym shorts about the time Roo turned to me with said bag, smiling, “Looks like the drought is over, babe. What ya think?”

Teri looked at me, eyes dancing.

I said, “It looks that way, praise be! Teri, good going. You need to leave it here?” I sniffed the cannabis, smiling.

Teri grinned, nodding, “Yes, if you don’t mind. I’m going to go help Bob get ready. He’s got Guard this weekend.” Looking at the bag in my hands, she gave Roo a sideways hug. “Can I come back over later, or ya’ll got plans?”

Laughing, Roo opined that her plans were to go put some panties on and pour some wine. We all laughed and Teri went out. This discussion may have seemed unusual, unless you knew that Bob was an MP in the Reserves one weekend a month, also worked full time and took Justice classes at night college. He took a dim view of weed obviously and Teri had to be careful. She got to indulge rarely, only when he was at Guard duty could she let her short hair down.

Roo padded into the kitchen barefoot and dug out the corkscrew. She reached for the upper cabinet for the bottle. I just couldn’t help myself, slipping up behind her and cupping each of her beauties, squeezing, squeezing. Roo on tippy toe, her butt cheeks trembling in exertion against my manhood. Her arms come down, “Stop it! I need to dry my hair, let me go, ya big goof! You do the cork thing with the wine OK?” She twisted away from me, giggling. It was all I could do to let her escape my amorous clutches. Nothing but thin gym shorts between me and heaven on earth. I sighed and began doing ‘the cork thing’.

Just so as you know, Roo and I were not experiencing an embarrassment of riches. My perky moppet, all of nineteen yrs young, had found work with an insurance agent. I got on delivering paint for a factory. I got home decent most days. But… We were starting with zip, nada. We moved in with rucksacks, backpacks and guitars filling the back of an old station wagon. We ate standing over the sink mostly. My parents donated an old futon for the living room. We had a Panasonic three in one in the bedroom. We had crossed the country after meeting in Massachusetts, (see earlier story), traveling around the country, working carnivals and odd jobs along the way. We’d landed in Georgia finally and were beginning to settle in.

I heard Roo’s rattly old hair dryer shut off. Soon she emerged, her strawberry blond hair cascading to mid back. “Teri back yet?” I poured her some wine in a sippy cup, shook my head. She padded out to the living room, still no panties, Mmm. She called behind, “Is the tray still under the couch?”

I averred, “I think so, look under the left side”. I came around the corner just in time to see her soft butt waving to the world, puss perfectly framed. It was worth the watch, yum. She straightened just as Teri tapped and came in. She wore a faded pink duster.

“Bob’s gone. I’m doing a load of whites, so before I forget again help me keep time OK?” Roo gave her a taste of her wine, nodding to me. Taking the hint, I rinsed out some glasses as they sat dawn, chattering away. They’d become close friends over the last three months. At least they found a lot humor together even without getting high.

The guy with the loud motorcycle went by outside, pulling in two buildings down. The sun was still up. I could see it from the open blinds as I re- entered the living room. It was July, the air was running, bills were being paid and it was Friday night at home. The baggie sat on the rolling tray on the carpet. The girls had both positions of the futon so I sat on the floor and began rolling one up. Roo jumped up, went to the bedroom to turn up the stereo. Teri stretched, hands over head, then pulled her duster just above her knees. “Summer is forever when it’s hot. What am I saying? You don’t even have AC at work, do you?”

I smiled, “Nope, 2-60’s about it. Always glad to come home. But when I grow up, things’ll be different!” We laughed, bahis firmaları heard Roo yelling if the sound was up enough. She came back in, snapping on some yellow panties, darn. But bra less Roo walking was always enjoyable too. Just the sway and jiggle of those soft young unbound tits, just so sensual to suddenly half masted me. She took up her place, with Teri to her right, um, the Teri that was looking at my shorts and grinning. No words just there, just mirth dancing in those glacier blues.

I handed up the number to my couched companions, let them light and go while I focused on shrinkage. The internal debate in one corner was for yours truly to find some underwear. The other side was for waiting. Other side won. Couldn’t get up, because I was already up so to say. Teri’s glance had hardened my resolve and I really needed to adjust. Teri was telling Roo something about cable TV as she passed the joint down to me and again looking at my discomfort, making things worse. She didn’t grin this time, just kept talking, just kept looking. Intently. Looking. Handing it up to Roo, I swiveled to my left on the floor, leaning against the futon, settling between Roo’s spread legs. She absently petted my head and rubbed my shoulder as this new thing called cable was discussed. Another joint pass from the Valkyrie, talking, talking, the high starting in. Eyes softer, trying not to look south of my head. Failing for an instant, start of a blush. She rised for a second to plump her duster, but returning, the hem halfway to Valhalla.

I got my arm up and laid it across Roo’s thighs. From where I sat, I could see the little blond hairs on the insides of her thighs, where she never shaves. I listened to the conversation, learned about something called HBO and caressed my girl’s thighs just ever so gently, just how she likes. I did it for no apparent reason, just like when she petted my head.

Roo sighed, spread her little thighs out some more.

When girls hit their stride in a conversation, then salt it with a little ganja, you might as well step aside. there just wasn’t any room left for third hand interjection. They talked and sipped wine. The ganja arrived at my head, last stop here. The giggling continued. Those little blonde hairs were so soft, oh so soft. And I’m eye level with her pretties hiding in that T-shirt. I caressed further north up those thighs, nothing outre, just dinging a few of her ‘sensitive’ spots in the hollows and thinking about taking a nipple in to my mouth like I did the Saturday night before in the park.

The sun just setting. She’d found a roach in the ashtray, it was just enough on the drive over. Everyone was leaving the park as we pulled in. We parked in the area next to the maintenance shed away from the trees so we could see the stars come out. I remember us getting out, leaning against the hood. I kissed her. She kissed back. We kissed some more. She did that little hip shift she does when she starts getting wet. She walked ahead, peering around, then beckoning me into the pines. Under a big spruce, kissing more, kissing urgently. I pulled her peasant blouse up, no bra there, and took a nipple in to suck as I held both of her heavy orbs. Her little hands were at my jeans, unzipping, liberating, cool air against turgidity. Somehow, we got her jeans to her knees, still kissing, me reaching into her panties, strawberry fur soaked, goo in her undies, on her thighs, trembles, more trembles. She pulled on me, trying to free my balls, trying to get my underwear down. We were in public. Still kissing deeply. We were in PUBLIC. My hand was inside her panties, now rolled down halfway off her hips. I was jilling her, flipping her distended clit, plunging two fingers in, returning, little slaps to make her gasp and jerk…her hips caught their cadence, the ancient mating dance, the back and forth, shimmy, sway, the promise of ecstasy.

“Oh shit, Teddy, I’m coming,” her juices running, bucking, jerking, my mouth over her mouth, too loud dunno. She turned away, bent, ass in the starting moon glow, hanging on to the tree, smell of aroused women now, not girl. Her voice was deep, imploring, “Fuck this, fuck it now. It’s yours, babe.” Too tight, won’t open, her fingers pulling those engorged lips apart, “Work it in easy yes, there ok, slow, oh God, all of it, I’m comeeee!

I wanted desperately to wait, but thrusting against her trembling bottom, her juices on my thighs, car door somewhere, radio, wetness spattering on her back and my belly, burying myself to the hilt, tingling…COME, I’m deep. I course into her- streaming, balls contracting, fertilizing, spurting jism on us, pooling at the knees of her jeans. I’m still pumping but that’s a police radio, isn’t it? Last shot hits her left cheek, she’s turning, she heard it too…

…My fingers were gently rubbing yellow panties and the burgeoning, warm lips within. Roo’s hips jerked, just a little. I saw Teri glance down, suddenly remembering me. Her eyes followed kaçak iddaa my arm where it disappeared under the T-shirt. Her lips seemed dry. She licked them and her hand ran lazily along her leg, knee to hem. pushing it up, furtively watching me. Maybe pushing it up as little more. Her knees spread. Still they talked.

There’s was a wet spot appearing in the fold of those lips. I flicked a finger over where her clit must be standing proud. Another jerk, a flexing of those chubby thighs, wet spot bigger. “Ummm, Ted, can you get the wine, please? I put it in the fridge.” They laughed about something Teri’s boss had said, keeping up the normalcy despite my clandestine ministrations. I’m still hard. I don’t care. I get up, Teri’s eyes were riveted, her hand went north a little more then jumped up, flush on her neck.

“I’ll be right back, the laundry,” breathless, eyes reluctant to desert their mission. She got up, her glance saying it all, she wanted to touch me, she wanted me to touch her like I did Roo. She smelled Roo’s arousal. She was horny, and stoned.

The door closed. Roo smiled, “I think you’re bothering Teri, hon.” Shifts her hips. “We might ought to tone it down some. These were CLEAN panties a while ago, you know?”

I laughed, pulling the cork out, doing refills.” They’re still clean. They just have some adventure on them!”

Soft stoned eyes apprised me. “If they’re so clean, then you need to take them off before they get anymore ‘adventure’ on them.” Chubby hips rose up, I slid off the adventurous yellow panties to her ankles. She waved them with her toe then slung them in the corner, settled back, legs spread wide, feet up. “Whew, it sure got cool in here all of a sudden,” she purred, one hand lazily drifting in her fur. I made a sound in my throat. It was such an intoxicating view- her puss framed with thick reddish blonde pubes, darker at the entrance and getting wetter as she watches me watch her. I’m so hard. I pushed my shorts down, straightened myself and gave it a little pull while I was there.

“Ooh! That was nice! Do that again so I can see it. I LIKE you to do that.” Roo’s gaze was intent, watching my hand, I’m watching hers trace her outer lips, then squeeze them together, then spread them. I feel my balls tighten, she gives herself a little slap, then sighs. “I’ve got to get a towel or I’ll leave a spot.”

“I’ll get it.” Ever helpful me.

“No never mind, I’m gonna go pee, I’ll get it.” She got up, a little unsteady. I reached for her and she took my hand. She giggled, “Um, you’re flag is waving, come with me.” She took a hold of me and led me down the hall to the bath. Sitting, she gushes. “Need to go?”

“Nope”.

“Need a lick?” pulling me to her, cheeks puffing out as she took in my hardness. Still she sits and sucks. “Mmmph, ummm hmmm”, breathing hard through her nose.

The front door opened. I pushed away, panting. I was shaking with lust. Roo grinned up at me, wipes, flushes. Grabbing my member once again, we headed back up the hall. “I have an idea for a game,” she announced gaily. She explained while I tucked myself back into my shorts.

Teri had come in, borrowed some softener, left once more. I finished rolling a fresh one while Roo was coaching me on this new game. I was amazed at her, but it sounded like fun. Sitting on the floor, I reached up under the T-shirt and toy with her nipples. She caught her breath, “Are you listening? I can’t think when you’re doing that to my boobs, now stop! You’re going to mess up my towel.”

I put the number in the ashtray, ” It’s probably an adventurous towel, her, let me help.”

She squealed as I pulled her to the edge of the couch. Flipping up the edge of the shirt, I planted my face in her furrow, pulling her lips apart and sucking in her clit. She sometimes comes in seconds when I do that. Her hips were already snapping up, contractions underway when we heard Teri’s door slam across the breezeway. We’d just our assumed a studied innocence upon Teri’s arrival. Teri’s was now wearing a nightie. That was all Teri was wearing.

“Last load, yay. I would’ve done this stuff tomorrow but I have to go in at ten. Ya’ll doing OK?”

We looked at Teri and her chiffon nightie as she sat back down. “I look like a bus next to a Ferrari”, Roo lamented, “All I have is this borrowed T-shirt and a big butt, but you, you’re a racehorse head to toe!” Teri smiled, pushing one more inch of fabric down those very long unblemished thighs.

“At least your man pays attention to you, even in a T-shirt.” She frowned, “Never mind that, don’t mean to be a drag.” Taking a toke in deep, taut little breasts thrusting, nipples pointed in the sheerness. I was at a loss. Couldn’t come up with vowel number one for looking at Teri’s big inhale.

Roo giggled, “Wow, next subject. Can you get more of this?” She gestured at the rolling tray. The party picked back up, wine flowed and all was well. I got to speak occasionally, much kaçak bahis to my surprise and told them a story, don’t remember what. They laughed uproariously, more than me. That was fine. Roo rubbed my arm up and down while looking at me all dopey eyed. “I guess I’ll keep you around. Sometimes you really ARE funny”. She finished her wine, sat back. “Teri, I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like him to kiss me for a minute. Is that OK?”

Teri seemed not to have heard for a second. Then she looked up, sad face. “I guess I should go, didn’t mean to be a third wheel or something.”

Roo, “No, no please stay. You’re our friend. We like having you around, honest!”

Teri brightening, “OK, well if you’re cool, I’m cool,” looking right at me. She giggled, “You may kiss when ready!”

Roo cracked up, “Oh yes, he’s ready!” She scooted down a little on the futon and spread her heaven.

Without looking anywhere but her soft little thighs, I honed in. Nice wide lick from her wet center to her mons.

Teri, “Oh God, I didn’t know you meant that kind of kissing. Sorry, I need to go,” She tried to rise but Roo touched her elbow.

“Don’t pay him any attention. He just likes to do that and that’s fine. But what I wanted to tell you, is what happened to us last weekend with the police.”

“Really? Are you in trouble?” Teri was hooked.

“Mmm, no. Well here’s what happened.” Roo whispered to me, “Easy. Slow down. I can’t focus.”

I gave her clit a little nip. Girl thighs slammed tight around my head. “I mean it!!” Said between clenched teeth. I ease up.

“It all started here”. Roo paused. “If this gets a little graphic for you, I’ll stop.”

Teri nodded, trying not to look at my face buried in Roo’s fur.

Roo jerked, “Ooh! Lets see if I can tell this. Last Friday when I got home Ted was taking a nap spread eagle on top of the bed just wearing some boxers. I took off my office clothes and decided to mess with him a little. I mean, he was SNORING! So I sat on the edge of the bed and put my…whew, uh, my hand up the leg of his shorts and I started lightly scratching his balls and the back of his, you know, thing and made it hard.” Roo looked down at me and I returned her loving gaze. I could see Teri’s hand had drifted up under her nightie. The material moved a little up, then down, up, down. “Yes, go on. I love a good bedtime story,” she breathed. Her other hand was near, gliding along her long, long thigh.

Emboldened now, Roo continued as I planted little kisses on her inner lips and lightly tongued her passage, being distracting. “Anyway, he got hard and the head of his thing had pushed out his waistband. I kept rubbing him, but, oh god, Teddy, easy, but I leaned over and started licking his tip. I would lick it and rub my hand up and down his length.” Roo leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to forestall her pussy’s betrayal.

“I just wanted to tease him some. It’s kinda fun, you know, it turns me on too. I love to catch him asleep so I can do what I want. By the time he wakes up, he can’t think straight but for wanting sex. He knows I’ve been being bad and we’ll make a game of it. Sometimes we get too horny, you know. I’ve come in the car before from him just playing with my pussy. Couldn’t wait, no self control. Thing was, I was driving. Now THAT was scary! It’s hardest when our he works longer hours.” Sheepishly, “Sometimes I can’t wait, like if I hit a joint and start thinking about my man I start getting thick down there. I go to take my panties off, hoping that Ted’s coming home…I think, it’s OK just to touch it a little…hoping he’s just about home and, ooooh…uh, just a sec, spasm there…what I do is see if I can last, you know? If I lay down and touch myself it’s too much like sex, so I stand up anymore and try not to touch my, um, clit.” Roo gasped again, her thighs shaking. “My boobs are SO sensitive. Years ago, I found that rubbing my nipples and boobs with a little lotion made me tingle. Oooh, stop honey, not yet…when I touched myself down there while rubbing my nipples, the tingling got a lot stronger. I kept at it and I came, biting my pillow.”

I looked over at Teri. She gazed through me, eyes sightless. Her nightie no longer concealed her womanhood. Long blonde pubes were being petted with long graceful fingers from both hands, tracing her shape, circling, just barely touching her swollen outer lips. Suddenly aware of my gaze, she ceased, pulling the nightie back over her splendid wheat field. She smiled dreamily at me and shrugged, her nipples sharp points begging suckling.

I started running my fingernails through Roo’s red golden patch, then coming down to lightly pinch her lips together, forcing her little man to the surface. Roo twinged, thighs starting to shake. In a low quiet voice she commanded, “Give me something to hold onto. Please.” My index finger invaded her soaked entrance, curling up while I gave her a flurry of licks all around, but not on her proudness.

Roo turned her head towards Teri. “The color is up in your face! Was it something I said?” They grinned together.

Teri, inquisitive,”What about, what was it? Yes, the…the police and all that.”

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In my senior year of college I had a huge crush on a girl named Danielle in my chemistry class. She was sweet and a bit timid with long blonde hair and a cute smile. She was a pleasant classmate who always said hi when I walked in, and I would sometimes help her with assignments because I had a better handle on the class material. Despite that being the extent of our relationship, I couldn’t help but feel fond of and extremely sexually attracted to her. Because of the assigned seating I sat behind her in class and that proved to be a real distraction.

On this particular day she came to class wearing a cold shoulder sweater that exposed the lovely curve of her shoulders. When she pulled her hair over to one side to adjust the bra strap on the other I could see her smooth neck and I longed to kiss it. I would start at her shoulder, kissing slowly up to the side of her neck and then kiss harder on that sensitive skin to make her squirm. I would work up to her ear, snaking my arms around her slender waist and then …

I forced myself to stop that train of thought before I got hot and bothered in class (although I often did sitting behind her). Suddenly the sleeve of her sweater got caught on her hoop earring and pulled it out. I watched with amusement as she fiddled with the earring for several minutes and froze when she turned to me.

“Hey, can you do me a favor? I can’t get this earring back in no matter what I try, can you figure out how to do it?” she whispered.

“Yeah of course,” I replied. I took the earring from her hand and tried to keep my cool as I worked with the tricky clasp. I pushed her hair away from her ear and in the process my hand brushed against her warm neck. My stomach fluttered and I resisted the urge to keep my hand in her soft hair, which smelled like lavender. I got the earring in within a few seconds (I’m fond of hoops myself and have practice) and she smiled at me warmly. She leaned over and whispered a thank you in my ear, her proximity and warm breath sending shivers through my body. As she did I caught a glimpse of her cleavage and I stirred in my seat uncomfortably.

As she returned her attention to the lecture I replayed the interaction in my head. I tried to focus on class but the memory of feeling her smooth hair and skin was stuck in my head. I stared at her back and longed for another look at her cleavage. The tops of her breasts had looked so full and perky; she must have been wearing a pushup bra. Oh what I would do if I had the chance to feel them; I would trace my fingers over the tops of her breasts then pull down that pesky bra until they fell out into my hands. I would squeeze them while kissing her tender lips and sensitive neck, hearing her breath and perhaps a few moans in my ear. I could feel myself getting hot between my legs and I looked at the clock, hoping the end of class was near.

By the time class ended I was desperate to get back to my apartment and take care of the fire between my legs. I had left most of my English classes feeling that way. Danielle’s sweetness, smile and sexy body always left me aching with desire and I needed to go rub one out. I got onto the campus shuttle and picked a seat in the back to avoid run-ins with friends and acquaintances. I was wearing an A-line skirt over a pair of tights and I crossed my legs to relieve some of the pressure building between them. It didn’t help; the engine of the shuttle created a low vibration that increased the pressure and my mind was still fixated on my interaction with Danielle. As I pictured her exposed shoulders and breasts again I could feel my clit swelling in my panties. It pressed against the tights and I could feel myself getting wet. I tried my best to be patient on the ride but I was anxious to get to my room and masturbate with my beautiful crush in mind. When my shuttle finally arrived I hurried up to my apartment as fast as possible, my clit straining against the suffocating tights with every agonizing step.

Once in my room I dropped my bag and quickly closed the window curtains. I locked the door and undressed to güvenilir bahis just my bra, panties and tights. I could see the bulge of my enthusiastic clit between my legs. I lightly stroked the hard bulge and then pressed my palm flat against my pussy. I sighed in relief; I could finally pleasure myself after being so horny all day. I sat down in my desk chair and turned on my laptop. I opened up Danielle’s Instagram profile and my go-to clip of erotic audio. The audio clip featured a girl panting and moaning and never failed to make me hot and hard. I wanted to see the object of my affection while I masturbated and the added effect of the sensual sounds of moaning heightened the experience.

I scrolled through Danielle’s pictures, my stomach fluttering at the sight of her cute smile. I loved her laugh and imagined that I was making her smile. I took off my bra and threw it aside. I slid my hands over my heated skin- down my neck and breasts, over my stomach and inner thighs, then back to my breasts to tease my firm nipples. There was as much blood rushing to my nipples as there was to my clit. Danielle knew how to dress her body and her outfits highlighted her substantial breasts and curvy thighs. I saw pictures of her in low cut tank tops, tight shorts and little sundresses. Each one made me more aroused than the last. My clit swelled further at the sight of her curves and I felt it slip out of my thong so it pressed right up against the fabric of the tights. I came across a picture of Danielle wearing a tiny, almost-sheer slip dress and heels and I moaned in appreciation as my clit flexed hard. Suddenly I heard the sound of fabric tearing.

I looked down and saw all 2 inches of my naked, rigid clit. It hard torn a clean hole in my tights and was now pointing straight at the computer screen full of Danielle’s sexy pictures. The head of my clit was engorged and purple and the material of the tights around its base felt like a cock ring, squeezing and inflating my erection even more. I moaned at the sensation of the cool air against my hot clit and slid the tights off. I would need to buy new tights – possibly multiple if I kept masturbating to Danielle’s pictures as often as I did.

I slipped my clit back into my thong but it could not be tamed. It stood unyielding and upright, creating a tent with my panties. I let it to pop back out and my thong rested against the base of my clit and my swollen pussy lips. I rocked my hips so that my thong slid back and forth in between my slick pussy lips like a saw. The thin fabric of my panties was soaking through and the friction against my tender girl parts drove me crazy. I listened to the sexy moans of the audio clip and put it on repeat so that I could masturbate for as long as I needed to. When I touched myself to Danielle’s pictures I usually did so for a long time so I could savor the experience. Not to mention it was hard to stop masturbating because after every orgasm, I would quickly get wet and hard because of another hot picture.

I slid off my panties and dropped them on the floor. They were sticky with my girl cum that had been leaking since class and boasted a large wet spot. My body was heating up and overcome with lust as I continued to look at Danielle’s pictures. I found a video of her twirling in a sundress that exposed her thighs and just the very bottom of her ass.

“Ohhh Danielle, oh damn” I breathed. The video was fucking hot. If I watched closely enough I could even make out a bit of her panties. My pussy began a slow leak that welled up between my puffy lips, then ran down my taint and dripped onto the chair in viscous drops. I was too aroused and busy watching Danielle’s ass to notice.

Finally I reached a set of pictures taken at a beach, presumably during a vacation. Danielle was facing the camera and wearing a skimpy yellow bikini that exposed most of her tits and curves. I whimpered, recalling the cleavage that I had seen in class, now displayed so much more clearly. The strings of the thong bikini bottom sat right above her wide hips. I wanted to snap them and watch her türkçe bahis ass jiggle in response. I longed to pull her close and press my tongue into her mouth under the warm sunlight. I would wrap my hands in her silky hair, press my body firmly against hers and feel the sensation of her supple skin against mine. I stroked my warm pussy lips and rubbed the opening of my eager pussy as I imagined this hot beach makeout.

I was eager to see what the swimsuit looked like from behind and her Instagram did not disappoint. In the next picture Danielle sat posing in the sand with her back to the camera. She looked back at it with a smile and arched her back, exposing her perky ass. The thong bikini covered a tantalizingly small amount and I longed to know what I would see if I pulled it to the side. I imagined one full, pink pussy lip being exposed and I groaned at the thought. Would she be rosy or a little darker? Would she be shaved, with girl cum shining on bare skin? Or would she have a thick curly cover of hair? I wanted so badly to solve the mystery and pull the thong over and off of her plump cheeks. I wanted to spank her round ass cheeks and pull my stiff clit out of my own bottoms. I would taste her pussy lips, salty from the ocean water, with long slow licks and once they were lubricated, hold her hips and slide my girl cock against them. Back and forth, back and forth, getting drenched in her juices. When she couldn’t take the teasing strokes anymore I would slip my erect clit into her tight opening. I would push in nice and slow, invading her secret bits, and then buck my hips faster, fucking her until the sun went down.

“Mmmmmm Danielle, mmmm baby I need you. You’re so tight for me baby, so tight around my clit,” I moaned and my clit jumped at the thought of entering her slick and tight sex. I looked down and saw that a quarter-sized pool of my girl cum had collected on the chair. A thick string of cum was still making its way onto the seat. I swiped it all onto my finger and rubbed it onto the throbbing purple head of my thick clit. I stroked the thing with two fingers slowly, teasing it while fantasizing about slamming my hips against Danielle’s ass. I imagined that the moans from the audio clip were Danielle’s and my clit jerked repeatedly in response.

Pretty soon I couldn’t handle just my fingers and I knew I needed more. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out my favorite toy- my pocket pussy. Ever since I started masturbating I had longed to push my member into something tight and inviting and I had finally bought something to satisfy that need this year. Because my clit was not as large as a dick I had ordered an extra small and extra tight pocket pussy. I stroked its full pink silicone lips with two fingers and licked my lips. My clit twitched in anticipation of playing with it.

I normally reserved my pocket pussy for special occasions but this semester I had been using it multiple times a week because of Danielle. I used the lifelike pussy to massage my engorged clit after every English class, stroking myself while fantasizing about sexing her. I would imagine us stripping, kissing, humping and fucking in various positions and would relieve my frustrations into the toy. I had used it during long masturbation sessions to achieve multiple pulsating orgasms, and during quickies at questionable times and places when I couldn’t wait to get home to rub one out.

Just last week I had come home from English class with soaking panties but no time to properly pleasure myself before evening classes. I had been thinking about Danielle all day and my clit desperately needed to fuck something. So I had taken my pocket pussy into the shower and braced myself against the cool tiled walls. I kissed my hand and imagined that it was Danielle’s plump lips and slipped the fleshy toy over my throbbing clit. I feverishly pumped my girl cock into the pocket pussy while it gripped me tight, creating a noise like a plunger due to the water and my copious wetness. I spread my legs and bent my knees for better leverage and thrust hard into the fleshy cunt until güvenilir bahis siteleri I collapsed, my pussy convulsing with contractions.

I got even more aroused thinking about that moment in the shower and grabbed my pocket pussy and bottle of lube. I sat back in my chair and poured a few drops of lube into the toy. I pushed my finger inside and moaned when I felt the vice-like grip. I spread the lube over the fat lips and pressed them against my own slippery private parts.

“Oh yesss, yes yes yes,” I groaned as the silicone slid against me. I dry humped the toy for a few seconds then slid it up and over my aching appendage. I gasped as the mock pussy sucked in my entire clit and greeted me with its wet warmth. I clicked on my favorite picture of Danielle (her wearing a tight red bikini and laying in the sand, with a faint outline of her hard nipples on her bikini top) and turned up the moaning audio. I slowly stroked my girl cock with the fleshy cunt and then took it up a notch. Rather than moving the pocket pussy, I thrust my hips up to fuck it myself like I would if I had Danielle in my lap. The friction between my clit and the toy made it warm up with every desperate thrust. I imagined Danielle straddling me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and whimpering in my ear as I thrust my hard clit into her hot sex.

“Oh baby, oh Danielle let me fuck you. I love the way you feel on my girl cock. I need your pussy so bad, I need you baby,” I groaned out loud. I hoped and prayed that my roommate wouldn’t come home right now. If she did she would see me naked in the chair, plunging my enlarged clit into a pocket pussy with near-naked pictures of Danielle on my laptop and the sounds of moans filling the room. Not to mention the cum-soaked panties and ripped tights lying on the ground. I worried that she might come back but I was too horny to actually care.

I continued to fuck my silicone pussy and the tight fit caused a loud sucking sound. It sounded like a mouth on my clit and I imagined how it would feel to have Danielle’s plump lips wrapped around my swollen member. What if she ran her tongue over my enflamed pussy lips and licked up the juice pouring out of my cunt? I grunted as I bucked my hips faster with the thought. The fantasies, Instagram pictures and audio clip were becoming too much to handle. I lost my control completely when I found a boomerang of Danielle jumping in that red bikini, her tits bouncing repeatedly.

“Oh yes let me see those tits bounce baby, mmmmm bounce for me sexy girl. Fuck yes baby fuckkk, make me cum mmmmmmm” I panted, unable to hold my orgasm back any longer. I thrust my throbbing clit into the firm, hot pussy like mad and rubbed my swollen labia with the other hand. The chair rocked with my frantic motions and I felt the tension between my legs build more and more. My juices overflowed and lubed me up and I struggled to keep my fingers on my pussy. I fucked and rubbed until the tension broke and my pussy began to spasm. I moaned as my entire vulva pulsated. The contractions were so strong that they were almost painful and I milked out every last one by pressing my engorged parts against the chair. After the last contraction my clit retreated from its silicon friend and I looked at the toy, now stretched out and shining with my cum.

After a few moments of heavy breathing I returned my attention to Danielle’s picture and started on my second orgasm (I never stop at just one since there’s always some tension left between my legs). Danielle smiled at me from the laptop as I mounted my chair and my clit expanded again. I dry humped the firm, leathery cushion and the pressure in my pussy built back up. I slid easily on the seat because of the wetness and the chair threatened to fall apart from the motions. After a few minutes of watching Danielle’s titty-bouncing boomerang and desperate humping the second orgasm finally hit. I then used a combination of my fingers and chair to rub out a third.

After that my aching clit and pussy finally relaxed. I slumped in the chair, its cushion glossy with my girl cum, until I regained my strength. My skin was flushed with the post-orgasm glow and I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. Then I got to work cleaning up the evidence of my lusty, horny session before my roommate could come home and see it.

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I sat in my office, tucking away some paperwork and charts. I was getting ready to leave the office when I remembered that I actually had one more appointment for the evening. Just then my secretary buzzed my intercom to let me know she had arrived and was in the waiting room.

“Thanks Terry,” I responded. “Please send her in.”

The young woman opened the door and stepped inside. Wow, what a treat to have her as the last patient of the day. She was a gorgeous young girl, in her early 20’s I suspected, with short dark hair and what looked to be quite a nice body under her modest t-shirt and black jeans.

“Hello Ms… umm..”, I stammered, not remembering the name on my calendar.

“Mary,” she said. “You can just call me Mary, Dr. Cockstar.”

“Well, hello Mary, thanks for coming in,” I said. “This will just be a standard checkup and examination, now please hop up on the scale for me.”

I took down her weight and her height and then held my stethoscope on her chest to listen to her heart. I leaned in to get a better listen and breathed in the scent of her perfume on her neck.

“Ok Mary, everything looks good so far,” I said. “Now please remove your clothing so I may continue my examination.”

She pulled off her shirt to reveal her pert young breasts straining against her mostly see through sheer bra. I started to get a little stiff in my slacks. I noticed her little nipples had grown very hard in those few seconds and I wondered if somehow she was getting turned on as well. She took off her boots and socks and then unbuttoned her jeans, shimmied them over her hips and then pulled them off. She stood facing me now in just her transparent bra and skimpy little black lace panties.

“Mary please hold your arms up over your head,” I said. “I’m going to look your over to make sure there are no moles or anything we need to worry about.”

She did as I asked and I walked over to her and slowly inspected every inch of her beautiful body, touching and feeling her skin, her hips, her neck, her legs and feet.

“Ok,” I instructed. “Now please remove your bra so that I can examine your breasts.”

Her face blushed, partly from embarrassment canlı bahis and party from excitement as she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground. I stood behind her, close, and held her tits in my hands, softly squeezing them. I could feel her nipples, they were very hard and I rolled them in my fingers and then pinched them. Her breathing was getting very rapid and I know she could feel the head of my hard cock poking her ass through my pants.

“Very good Mary, now please get on the table over there on your hands and knees for me,” I told her. “It’s time to take your temperature.”

“Like this?” she said, with her ass facing me pointed up in the air.

“Perfect,” I said.

I pulled her panties down over her ass and stared at her immaculate little asshole and pussy lips. Her lips were puffy and I could see some moisture in between them, she was clearly becoming very aroused. I put some lubricant on my finger and spread it on her anus and then I slowly pushed my finger inside her asshole. I heard her moan ever so slightly. I then removed my finger and inserted the thermometer deep inside and she gasped out loud.

“Is everything ok?” I asked. “I need to keep it there for a few more seconds.”

“Yes it’s ok,” She replied. “It’s cold, but it actually feels kind of nice. Like really nice”

Just before the thermometer beeped I saw a drop of juice fall from her pussy onto the table. She read as a perfect 98.7 and I pulled the thermometer out of her.

“Ok great, now please flip over and scoot your bottom to edge, right in front of me,” I said. “I notice that you have no pubic hair, Mary, tell me, do you get your vagina waxed regularly?”

“Yes Doctor Cockstar I do,” she said. “I just really prefer the way that is looks, don’t you? And I love the way it feels.”

“The way it feels?” I asked. “Tell me Mary how often do you masturbate? I realize that may seem quite personal, but I need to know for my examination.”

“Well geez Doctor, I suppose I try to jerk off.. uh.. I mean masturbate, at least once a day,” she said.

“That’s good Mary,” I said. “That’s very healthy actually, and please feel free to use whatever terms bahis siteleri you want in here, I just want you to be comfortable. Do you mind showing me? I need to examine your vagina in it’s fully aroused state.”

“You want me to jerk off right here? Right now?” She asked. “Ok here goes.”

I watched intently as she started to play with herself, rubbing her clit with two fingertips. She pushed her fingers inside herself to get them wetter and then resumed her diddling. I could tell she was getting extremely turned on now, her eyes were clenched tight and she was biting her wrist while she was furiously jerking off on my table.

“Ok Mary just stop for a second now, I can tell you are incredibly wet,” I said. “Do you mind if I taste your pussy juice as part of my examination.”

“Yes please Doctor!,” she cried. “Lick me and tell me how I taste.”

I gently ran my tongue inside of her and licked up quite a bit of her cum. She tasted and smelled incredibly sweet and amazing, like honey.

“Well Mary, you definitely passed that part of the exam your taste is simply perfect,” I said. “Now I very much would like to examine your orgasm, would you like me to give you an oral release?”

“Yes Doctor Cockstar!,” she said. “Hurry up! Please go down on me! Lick my cunt!”

There was no need to tease now, I buried my face in her snatch and gave rapid soft licks to her hard little clit. I pushed two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and applied pressure directly to her g spot as I sucked on her button. I could feel her contracting against my fingers and I could taste the rush of juice flowing down her vagina. Her hips started to spasm and convulse and finally she screamed as her whole body vibrated to her orgasm.

“Holy shit Doctor!” she mumbled as she was recuperating. “Nobody’s made me cum like that in quite some time.”

“Well, I am a professional,” I chuckled. “Now please sit up for me, open your mouth and say ‘ahh’.”

She opened her mouth wide and let out a nice long, “ahhhhhh.”

“Ok, now I would like to examine your throat a little bit more,” I said. “We want to make sure that everything is normal with your tonsils, your gag bahis şirketleri reflex and your swallowing ability. Now my studies have shown that we will get the best results if I put my penis into your mouth and…”

“Doctor,” she said cutting me off. “You can dispense with the formality at this point. Why don’t you just pull down your pants and let me suck that big cock of yours.”

She unbuckled my leather belt and pulled it loose from my pants. She wrapped the belt around my neck and through the buckle. She gave it a little tug, looked up at me and said, “Now take your pants off I want to examine your cock.”

I did as I was told and my fully erect cock now stood at attention naked in front of her face. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it just a little bit. “Well Doctor,” she said. “I must tell you that your cock is just a bit longer than average and really quite thick. Will you please lift your balls so I can continue my examination?”

I felt a bit embarrassed but also completely aroused as she poked and tugged and prodded my cock and balls. She pulled it to one side and then let it go watching it spring back in to place. I guess she decided that she had teased me enough and she stuck her tongue out and ran it around the tip. She licked my cock and sack all over while she jerked me off at the same time. She took me into her warm wet mouth and pulled me all the way to the back of her throat. She held me there deep throated and massaged my shaft with her tongue. The she started sucking me in and out in long even strokes. I gently gripped her hair and held on as she fucked me with her mouth. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“I’m gonna cuuuum, I’m gonna cum so hard,” I said. “Swallow it, swallow my hot cum.”

She tugged hard on the belt, squeezing my throat just as my orgasm was bursting through me. I felt a flood of cum shoot out of me and watched as she swallowed it all down with my cock still fully in her mouth. She pulled it out and a little bit of cum was left on her lower lip. She licked it off clean with her tongue and swallowed that as well.

“Well Mary,” I said as I zipped up. “I believe this concludes our check up for the day. Please make arrangement with Terry outside for your next appointment. Perhaps we will have an even more thorough exam next time. Would you like that?”

“Yes Doctor,” she replied. “I will definitely be seeing you soon.”

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There was no two-ways about it. Clive’s girl-friend was no oil-painting. But that wasn’t why she was becoming so unpopular. She had a distinctive whining voice and just didn’t know when to shut up! That was her most unwelcome feature. Many a night out at the local club had been ruined with her incessant chatter and meaningless drivel.

Clive seemed completely oblivious to this. We, Clive’s housemates, could only assume that she must be shit-hot in the sack for him to put up with her. Steve and I resolved that it was time to bring her well-established inadequacies to Clive’s attention. To our surprise he agreed whole heartedly with our thoughts and left us in no doubt that Heather was soon to be his ex-girlfriend. He also admitted that her skills between the sheets failed to compensate for the whining voice and ongoing stupidity.

“It’s a pity”, he went on. “She’s a fucking dirty cow!”

Intriguing! Steve and I looked at Clive with renewed interest. Knowing what a trio of depraved sods we all were….. Steve and I figured that she must be nothing short of a complete slapper for Clive to describe her as “a fucking dirty cow”!

Being a pair of “wonderful friends” and wanting Clive to know that “we only had his best interests at heart” we pressed him for further details but all that he would reveal was the fact that her Dad had recently purchased a new video camera for Christmas and she had mentioned that she wanted to “star” in her own DIY porno flick.

“Come to think of it”, Clive went on. “We were thinking of borrowing it over the weekend and capturing the first “scene” Saturday night! D’ya wanna sneak preview?”

A plot was hatching that both Guy Fawkes and Ben Dover would be proud of! Both underhand and horny at the same time!!

Two days later – a Saturday – Clive set the plan in motion. He rigged up Heather’s Dad’s camera in his room upon the sturdy tripod. Then, unbeknown to his “true love”, fitted extra cables from the camera’s output which led out of the window, trailed down the wall and in through the lounge window into the main TV. The stage was set. Lights! Camera! All we needed now was the “Action”!

With the camera on… and the bets10 TV tuned into the correct frequency…. we could sit in the lounge and watch the entertainment from the bedroom above. How’s that for the best in in-home entertainment!?

Steve and I could barely believe our luck! Here we were….. just a short wait away from watching whining Heather, the bane of many a night out, fucked rigid by our buddy Clive, before being humiliated and dumped.

But then Steve and I decided to take the dastardly plot just a little further. By inserting the camera-cables into the video recorder instead of the TV….. and slipping a cheap VHS tape in….. we could make our own lasting souvenir of the memorable occasion! Of course, we’d kinda “forget” to tell Clive about this until we needed to blackmail him at a later date!

After checking that the bed was center-stage, Clive went out to meet Heather as arranged and, as soon as he was out, Steve and I switched the cables from the back of the TV into the VCR and found a suitable blank tape to use in our wicked plot. Then we slipped off to the off-license to buy sufficient supplies to sustain us during the “movie”.

We’d just returned home with the lager and begun to watch the highlights of that day’s Test match when we heard Clive’s key in the lock and the strains of Heather’s constant chatter. Fortunately we didn’t have to listen to much of her gawd-awful prattle before Clive convinced her to slip off upstairs. Of course, as soon as they’d disappeared into the hallway and closed the door…. we’d grabbed the remote control and flicked over to Channel 0, OUR “Fantasy Channel”!

The screen flickered momentarily, presumably as Clive switched the camera on upstairs and made sure that it was pointing in the direction of the bed. Pressing [RECORD] was just so easy!

So keen was Heather to make her porno debut, as soon as Clive approached the bed, she grabbed him tugging at his clothing with such insistence, abandoning her clothing with equal speed and eagerness. And the dialogue she was using, even with the volume turned down low, would make a group of fish-wives blush!

With little time for foreplay, Heather bahis siteleri and Clive soon got down to the bump’n’grind. She leapt upon him, her soft breasts nudging against his chest as her fingers guided his cock towards her gash. Clive’s hands gripped her hips as she slid his erection home but he took the time to give us a thumbs-up before she began to vigorously fuck him. Steve and I grinned as we heard the rhythmic SlapSlapSlap of flesh against flesh and watched her slightly podgy ass-cheeks wobble with each thrust of her hips.

Realising that this was perhaps not the best camera angle, Clive slapped her ass and pushed her off, twisting her around so that he could fuck her doggy-style whilst she faced the camera.

As he slid his erection into her from behind, Heather, just as we’d hoped, played up to the camera, her moaning and groaning so loud we had to turn the volume down a bit more in case Heather heard her own moaning!

Then, Steve and I were completely gob-smacked as Heather reached her orgasm! Her blonde hair swishing about as her passionate squeals. Moaning, sighing, her long polished finger-nails gripping the bed-covers as she came so violently! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME! FUCKMEFUCKME!! OHhhHHGOD!!OhOHOH! YEAH!! We saw Clive’s face contorted as Heather’s clenching muscles squeezed his cock-cream from him. He emptied his load deep inside her hot and greedy cunt! He was right! She WAS a fucking dirty cow”!!

But was that such a bad thing?

Before we realised it, they’d redressed and we heard them moving on the stairs. Panic! We just managed to find the remote control and flick to a different channel as the lounge door opened. She’d kill the three of us if she’d seen the screen full of Clive’s bed!! As it was the TV screen was filled with David Attenborough’s latest African adventure, the only sound to be heard was the eerie sound of the hyenas mating calls. The similarity of the sound and the sound of Heather’s whining voice as she asked if anyone had any cigarettes was quite striking! I chuckled to myself. Seemed strange that she sounded SO damned good when she was cumming!!

Clive, such a gentlemen, offered to take Heather home in güvenilir bahis siteleri his car and to call in at the off-license on the way to get her some cigarettes. Unfortunately she decided to stay with Clive for the night…. and most of the following day so my fellow deviants and I had no opportunity to take another look at “our” video master-piece.

Later that day I bade my excuses and decided to take a leisurely bath. Mebbe more to escape Heather’s inane babbling and whining than for any other reason. Before leaving the lounge I ejected the video from the VCR saying that I wanted to catch up with the mating habits of African wildlife. I winked at Clive and Steve in such a way as Heather couldn’t possibly see and slipped from the room.

Leaving the video-tape on top of my bedroom video machine, I had a good soak in the tub before slipping into my room with just a towel around my waist. Inserting the video into the machine and pressing [PLAY]. I laid back on the bed, drip drying as the picture rolled a coupla times and settled down to watch our “epic” porn-show.

But…. it wasn’t long before the one-eyed vomiting bed-snake grew stiff as I watched Heather’s plump rump fucking up’n’down on Clive’s prick and listened to her soft moans of pleasure. Ensuring that the bedroom door was firmly closed, I wrapped my fist around my stiff cock and began to pleasure myself. My fingers matching the increasing passion on the screen. And, as the “porno stars” switched to doggy-style my hand moved faster and harder.

Watching Heather’s tits swaying beneath her as Clive pounded his cock into her hot cunt. Then, just as Heather’s horny squeals announced her orgasm, I closed my eyes imagining it was my cock that was plundering her hot, juicy cunt and my own cream splashed across my hand and belly! Oh God!! She was a dirty cow!!!

Reaching out with the remote control I flicked off the VCR and TV and it was then that I saw it! A blinking red light visible inside the wardrobe. The wardrobe doors slightly ajar. The bastards! I leapt from the bed, flicked on the bedroom light and pulled the wardrobe doors open! And there it was! The video camera!! The cables disappearing under the rug and out under the door. THE BASTARDS!! THE ROTTEN BASTARDS!! Already I could hear the raucous laughter coming from downstairs!!

Meanwhile…. a copy of MY “porno debut” is available from Clive for the price of a blank E180 VHS cassette!

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It had been a very busy day at the office. I had a report to write, and finished it on time. I looked up to see you standing there in my doorway. You too, had been very busy, and like me were done for the day. You moved forward, letting your long brown hair drop to your shoulders as you slowly removed the pins that held your neatly arrange coif. Then, in a very provocative way, undoing a couple of buttons of your silk shirt, you allowed your black lace bra to be seen. Sitting at my desk I could not help but wonder how warm and firm your breasts must be. I could see your nipples straining against the flimsy material. You asked me if I would like to go out for dinner.

“It would be my pleasure,” I said. As I stood up you could see the bulge in my pants, and putting on my suit jacket, it was obvious what was running through my head. My hand brushed the small of your back as we headed toward the door. I followed you down the hall, to the elevator, watching the sway of your tight ass as your long legs took each step. I could feel my cock grow harder and throb, pushing against my slacks. Entering the elevator you turned and looked at me. With the door closing, you smiled coyly as you moved forward, placing your hand on my hardened member.

Leaning forward, I could feel your hot breath on my neck as you whispered, “We won’t be eating bahis firmaları out, but ordering in.” With your other hand brushing through my hair, you guided my head to your sultry lips, and parting them slightly, your tongue entered my mouth. Capturing my tongue, you sucked on it briefly, and pulling away you said “That is just a sample.”

I could hear a slight groan escape my throat; my anticipation growing. The Doors opened to the carport, and you pointed out your car, a red convertible Mustang. Hopping into your car, we started to your condominium building. Little was said.

When we came to our first stoplight, while waiting for the light to change, Your hand slid up my thigh brushing lightly against my balls, sending a shiver through me. Looking at me with a glint in your emerald green eyes, You winked and moved your hand to put the car in gear. We raced the rest of the way to your condo. We pulled into the drive. You handed me the key. Walking to the door, you put your hand in mine, squeezing lightly.

Once inside the door, we removed our uniforms of business, and got down to a more comfortable level of clothing, you in black lace and silk and me in black cotton boxer briefs. Taking my hand, you led me into the to the all season room. There, high above the city, you slowly kissed my neck, crooning how you’d kaçak iddaa been waiting to do this for some time now. As you moved to my lips and chest, you nipped as though you were testing the suppleness of my flesh. Your hand gliding over my body set every nerve on fire. Removing my boxers, my manhood sprang free of his confinement. Amazed by his size, you smiled with delight and licked your lips as you slowly sank to your knees. Your tongue licking the length of my shaft, you worked up and down my cock with your hands, pumping my engorged rod. You licked the precum from the head of my throbbing cock, the clear liquid glistening on your lips as the moonlight danced on your face.

As you took me deep into your mouth, I moaned. My hands running through your hair, I reluctantly lifted you up and kissing you deeply tasted my precum on your sweet red lips. Reaching down I removed your panties. Slipping my hand between your legs, I felt the wetness of your pussy. Your body shivered in my arms. I could feel your excitement growing as your juices ran freely into my hand. Laying you on the floor, I spread your legs apart to expose the treasures I sought. Biting the inside of your thigh, you gave in to an audible groan as you arched your ass upward. Licking the outside of your wanting pussy, I felt your hands tangle into my hair as you kaçak bahis pulled me into you pussy. I was overcome by the desire you devour you. I took you into my mouth, your muffin so warm, so wet and sweet. I felt your body tighten and your pussy release and I was overflowing with your love juices as they spurted over my eager lips. Lapping them up and tasting the sweetness of your inner body, I thought ‘God you taste so good.’

I devoured the sweetness only you offer me, and needing to feel that same sweetness wrapped around my cock, I rose, placing my hard throbbing cock on your quivering entrance. Arching my back I slipped my cock inside you. The head of my cock swollen and my shaft rock hard, I ground my hips against you. Your long silky legs wrapped around me and pulled me closer. My thursts were deep and a slow, as your hot pussy grasped tightly around my shaft milking me with ever thrust. A long hard screw. We moved as one. My balls tight my cock ready to explode as you rolled us over. On top of me, you rode me slow, teasing my head with your pussy. Lowering your self on me I was deep inside you. Riding me with a wild abandonment you fucked me hard and fast. I couldn’t resist any longer. My body quaked violently as my cum filled you up. You gave in to your own explosive orgasm. We fell together, hearts pounding. We spent the next hour relaxing and enjoying the diamond like lights of the city below, feeding each other the delicacies you’d prepared, sipping wine and talking of the passions we had just shared………

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Last summer I read the paper almost every day, at least if I got to the paper before Susan threw it away. Susan, as you recall, is my lover, the sexiest creature I have ever seen. She works out at the gym every day, she runs, she swims, she bikes, kayaks, climbs, sky-dives, and, as a college nursing school graduate, works as a school nurse in my old high school. She is truly a fox, and I love her. We love sex, we love making love, we just love everything about each other.

Last summer Susan showed me an ad in the paper that I had missed. She brought it home from work; one of the teachers had pointed it out, jokingly, to Susan. It read “Well Endowed Young Male Wanted for Modeling,” and it gave contact information. That wasn’t a lot to go on and I balked. Susan told me that if anyone should apply, it was me. I have an eleven-inch cock, I’m in great shape, and I look nice. No, not sissy nice like a lot of those male models, but rather All-American nice.

Susan convinced me to call the number, which I did. A woman answered the phone and asked me some information, and I truthfully answered. I told her that I was 22 at the time, 6’2″, 225 pounds, body fat around 10%, I had an eleven-inch cock, and I had no disfiguring scars. No, I had never worked as a model before, I had no experience. She asked me about my current work, and I told her that I had enough flexibility in my construction job that I could stop down for an interview at her convenience. She sounded pleasant, professional, and not interested in sex with me. Susan listened in on another line and concurred, it sounded like this was on the up and up.

Two days later I came with a swimsuit in my bag to the appointment. The building was a one-story office building, with a glass front and plenty of parking. It was in a nice part of town, beside the business district, and I felt more comfortable. I walked in and was greeted by a receptionist in her 30s, whom I had never seen in the town before. In a smallish town like ours, it’s unusual not to know someone, so I asked.

The people in the office were on a tour trying to find models of all types, and I had responded to one of a variety of ads placed in a variety of papers, magazines, and on the Internet. As we chatted a beautiful 15-year-old girl walked out, thanking the photographer who followed her out. She had just begun her portfolio, had answered the ad, and this was her second session. The people had been there for a few weeks and would be there for the next month or so.

Jim, the photographer, asked me to sit down with him in his office. I glanced at the walls, and I was pleasantly surprised to see many tasteful and a few very sexy photographs of people old and young, male and female, all colors, all body types, and in a wide variety of settings. Jim explained to me that modeling agencies were willing to hire a wide variety of models, depending on what the customer wanted. It just so happened that someone wanted a model with a big dick, hence the ad.

Jim asked me if I was nervous, to which I answered that I was not. He asked me to change in the next room, not telling me what to put on. I blindly went into the changing room and asked him through bahis firmaları the curtain what I should put on, and he said, “Just put on a towel.”

I dropped my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist and returned. Jim took me into the back room, turned on the lights and asked me to drop my towel. I did, and Jim professionally looked at me and said, “Well, I see you fit the bill” and called his receptionist in. The woman came back, took off her reading glasses and calmly looked me over.

“Nice.” That’s all. The woman obviously had no sex drive. Jim was obviously not gay, so I didn’t think a thing about it. “Get it hard,” she said next. Uh, oh. How do you get a hard-on in front of two people that aren’t sexy, act professionally, and you’re sweating in the lights nervously.

So, I wrapped my hand around my cock and think of Susan. I think of the great sex we have, I think of how she seduced me when I was still in high school. Damn, that should have given me an extra inch of length, but I remained like a loose sausage, just swinging there. I thought of Roberta, our incredibly sexy neighbor who we have had countless sessions and has the body of a goddess. Zip. I thought of Amy, my friend Brad’s girlfriend who belongs in the pages of Playboy. I think of all the girls I have fucked, all the girls in the magazines I have looked at, and even look at the receptionist. Shucks. Nothing.

The woman asks me what the problem is, and I explain I have never, never, never had this kind of problem before. She asked me when was the last time that I had had sex, and I told her about the previous evening. She asks me to tell her about it and I tell her about making love in the shower after work, I tell her about making love with Susan in the bedroom, then how we made love in front of the television, and then, finally, how we had tenderly made love at night in the still and darkness of our bedroom.

“Damn,” she said, “Four times?”

“Well,” I said, “Five, if you consider the blowjob I had received in the shower and taking Susan from behind in the shower after that.”

The woman’s eyes fell on my cock and she pulled up a stool, sat down and began gently jerking my cock. I instantly got hard, practically knocking her off the stool with the sudden force of my erection. It took a woman’s touch, I figured. That, and about half of her blouse was now unbuttoned, which it hadn’t been before. This woman is a tiny thing, and took the head of my cock and tried to suck it. I groaned with ecstasy and disappointment, as all she could do was lick it, but she really gave it the old college try.

Jim walked up with a measuring tape and placed it along side my shaft and said “Eleven and a half inches.” The woman just continued to slobber along the side of my cock, rubbing it over her face, and rubbing it with her hands. Then she stood up, took off her blouse, and revealed a very nice chest, which had been very well hidden before.

“I’m never going to get that thing inside of me, but I think I can do this,” she said as she put my cock between her tits. This was new to me, and she had me fuck the space between her breasts as she bent her head over and mouthed the kaçak iddaa head of my cock each time it emerged.

I had lost track of Jim by then, but he emerged back into my consciousness when he walked up to the lady and said “Jean, if you need some help I’ll make some calls.” She nodded vigorously and Jim walked to a phone and told someone that they were needed at the studio. He talked with them briefly as Jean continued to fuck with me her breasts, more accurately I fucked away at her face with her breasts gently cradling me. I wasn’t going to come anytime soon, however, I just didn’t feel the pressure. Jean switched techniques and wrapped both hands around my cock, which felt much better but still it wasn’t going to get me off.

Jim, now, was hovering around us, his camera clicking every few seconds. I heard something at the front door, Jim answered it, and walked back in with Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Peterson and their daughters, Melody and Hope.

“My, oh my,” Mrs. Andrews exclaimed, and took off her light jacket. I gaped, as her devastating body was revealed to me, lightly clad in running shorts and a t-shirt, no bra. I didn’t wonder if she had changed into that or I was just lucky that she dressed that way normally.

Mrs. Peterson didn’t say a word. She just dropped her coat on the floor where she stood; her eyes were fixed on my cock. She stood there and dropper her skirt, pulled her top off, and quickly took off her bra and panties. This woman could have posed for Playboy or Penthouse any day of the week; I was going to be in for a workout.

Melody and Hope, how were both in their late teens and whom I knew, but were much younger than me. Much younger versions of their mothers, Melody and Hope had bodies without any fat and developing breasts that most guys would have given their eye teeth to have seen.

By now Jim was going nuts, he started up a video camera also, had his still camera clicking away, had turned the lights on, and had drug a mattress out in the middle that had bed sheets on it already. I wondered for a millisecond why it was there, but I really didn’t give a damn.

Now I had five women surrounding me, sucking on me, caressing me, just generally acting like the sluts they were never allowed to be but had always wanted to experience if but only once in their lives. Mrs. Andrews was the first to impale herself upon my cock, her daughter Melody was hunched back over my face, grinding her clitoris in my mouth. Hope was sitting on top of my head and was merrily slurping away on Melody’s breasts. Mrs. Peterson was sucking my balls, and running her hands over Mrs. Andrews and me.

Jim had us rearrange ourselves and I wound up fucking Mrs. Andrews from behind, Melody in front of her getting her pussy eaten, Jean was under Mrs. Andrews sucking anything she could get her hands and mouth on. Melody was standing beside me presenting me with her breasts, and Hope and Mrs. Peterson were just busy pleasing everyone. Only then did I notice three more men had entered, one was the Chief of Police.

The Chief just dropped his uniform belt, and doffed his clothes and just climbed in behind Mrs. Peterson and jammed his thick cock kaçak bahis into her. Mrs. Peterson was almost bowled over with the force of his insertion, and she wound up kissing Mrs. Andrews on the mouth and occasionally sucking on Melody’s pussy, but she was getting a real good pounding and couldn’t do that too often.

The other two men were County Sheriffs, whom I had seen before but didn’t know. After they were naked they each found a woman and proceeded to just have at her, not nice but effective.

Groans, grunts, and moans filled the room, and Jim just kept shooting away.

Mrs. Andrews turned her head back and asked me to fuck her in her ass. Whew, I had never done that before but I sure was willing to try! Her anus was painfully tight, even with a whole bunch of lubricant inserted and a good reaming given to me by two fingers. I knew that this would push me over the edge and I just leaned back and blasted her insides with my molten cum. Jean pulled me away from her and began mouthing my still blasting dick, and I even got a shot or two into her mouth before I stopped shooting. Most of it landed on Mrs. Andrews’s backside and the side of Jean’s face, however.

After I recovered a little I spoke with Jim and asked him why he hadn’t jumped in. “Jean is my wife and I won’t cheat on her,” he said, “She wanted this and placed the ad and now her fantasy is fulfilled. I almost enjoyed this and was sorely tempted, but I don’t do that stuff.” I wondered where in the hell that kind of logic fit, but who was I to question him?

We all wound up spending about the next two hours in all kinds of crazy positions, my favorites were the two mothers and their daughters, and each had their endearing factors that made them special. I found out later that the two mothers, Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Peterson were friends with Jean and Jim and knew about Jean’s fantasy, and had shared with Jim and Jean that their fantasy was the same. Each had brought their daughter in to do a shoot for their portfolio, which had been legitimate. I have a feeling that Jean had talked to their daughters and told them about me. I guess that when the mothers were called the daughters had insisted on coming with them.

The after effects were tremendous. The Chief of Police became a very close friend of mine, I could do no wrong. The County Sheriffs were friends also, one of them actually asked me to dance at a bachelorette party and I did.

Mrs. Andrew’s husband found out about her indiscretion and they divorced shortly afterwards. I felt sorry for her and even offered to help, but she said her marriage was over already.

Mrs. Peterson wound up modeling for a magazine a few months after that, I hear the issue is due out soon. She has called me up from time to time; we’ve had coffee, and even had a one on one session at her place. Oh yes, her husband. He’s cool. He sits on the chair beside the bed and jerks off and talks dirty to her. The first time he hid in the closet and jerked off while she ‘seduced me.’

Melody and Hope are both graduating from High School this year. Roberta has had them over a few times to share her hot tub and the three of them are great friends. Susan and I were there with them in the hot tub, we’ve shared lovemaking with each of them, but not all at once. We also had had them over one at a time; they’ve never come home early.

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My girlfriend’s daughter’s name is Emma. The daughter of my girlfriend, really shouldn’t be an entry in my black book, but she’s 25-years-old and has the body of a swimsuit model. I think that gives her special status, don’t you? I know it does with me, especially after what happened.

She stayed with us all of last summer, while she took some courses to get her teaching certificate and looked for a place to live. Having her around the house was fun and brought out the voyeur in me, as well as the exhibitionist in her, I dare say. There’s nothing like a bit of teasing and flashing to make an otherwise boring day more interesting.

Emma is the only woman I know her age who prefers wearing long skirts to jeans. She thinks she’s fat, but she’s not. She thinks she has a big ass and thighs, but she doesn’t. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you. Emma stands 5’8″ tall and she weighs 130 pounds. With a body mass index of less than 20, she’s well within the normal range.

Someone her height and weight is hardly considered fat. Women would kill to have her body. Yet, for some imagined reason, she prefers skirts to jeans. That’s okay with me. I get to ogle her panties every now and then, whenever she’s careless or just doesn’t care.

Rather than having the dog jump up at her and claw her clothes, Emma has a habit of squatting down to greet my dog. Every time she does that, she gives me great view of her pretty, pastel panties. A few times, in his exuberance to lick Emma’s face, my dog has even bowled her over. With legs spread and feet up in the air, it was either holding onto her skirt or catching her balance. I was rewarded with her latter decision to catch her balance.

Only, this story isn’t about exhibitionism and/or voyeurism. This story is about Emma’s new business venture. She told me about the products she plans to sell. She hasn’t even told her mother, yet. She’s embarrassed to tell her Mom that she sells sexual toys for adults. She only told me because she knows that I write dirty stories, I mean, erotic literature and knew that I wouldn’t judge her. She’s even read some of my stories. Judge her? I’m excited for her and her enterprising business.

She’s developing a product line of sex toys, dildos and vibrators, mostly. Being that I’m an accountant, she asked my business advice on how to write a business plan, get bank financing, establish a manufacturing company base, etc. She said she’s been selling her toys for a couple of years at house parties and has received a lot of interest from women and some men even. That’s not hard to believe a man being interested in Emma’s sex toys, especially once they meet Emma.

Even when discussing business with Emma, I couldn’t help but imagine her masturbating with her sex toys. I realize it was a bit perverted of me to think this, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she gave masturbation demonstrations at these parties. I wondered if I could get an invitation to one.

Only, she wants to cut out the middleman and manufacture the toys herself, perhaps, have them made in China to save on labor costs and have them shipped here to the United States. It’s a good idea, of course, but that’s another whole ballgame with importation taxes, duties, licenses, permits, and bribes and payoffs, even, something that she’s not ready for, yet. She doesn’t have the capital to establish a manufacturing facility or even a third party connection internet casino in China.

Fortunately, my girlfriend is a sound sleeper. On weekends, exhausted from working all week, she turns in early and awakens late. Late one evening, I went to Emma’s room and knocked on her door. Already in her nightgown, she was sitting Indian style on her bed with a suitcase of the toys she sells at parties open in front of her.

At first, I was excited because when I stood over her, I could look down her open top and nearly see her nipples. I know, once a pervert always a pervert. I thought she was in the middle of a masturbation session, but she was just going through her product line in readiness for some orders she had to fill. I couldn’t help but imagine her holding one of those vibrators in her hand while masturbating. It was such an arousing thought.

To be honest, I had no idea there were so many toys for women. All the guys that I know don’t use toys. With my curiosity piqued, I started asking her candid questions and to my surprise, she wasn’t shy about answering every question I asked. I just love the innocence of youth. If only she knew how much she was arousing me by discussing her sex toys with me. I already had quite the erection building, while imagining her masturbating.

“So, can you give me a demonstration,” I said testing the waters, half kidding, while holding up a vibrator.

“Eww. I’m not going to masturbate in front of you, Joe,” she said. “You’re my mother’s boyfriend.”

“Is that to say that if I wasn’t your mother’s boyfriend, you would give me a demonstration and masturbate in front of me?”

“Maybe, I would if you were a paying customer,” she said with a laugh, “and looked like Brad Pitt.”

“How much for the whole case? I’ll buy them for your mother,” I said hoping she’d change her mind and give me a pass about not looking anything like Brad Pitt, but more like Jack Nicholson.

“Stop. I’m not going to give you a demonstration. I’m not going to masturbate in front of you, while you watch. That’s perverted.”

“I’m serious. If I buy the entire case, will you show me how some of them works?”

She looked down at the case, while fingering some of the vibrators. Then, she looked up at me.

“Three hundred dollars for everything in the case, but without the case. That’s my only demonstration case. Only, you’d have to promise not to tell my Mom that I allowed you to watch me masturbate.”

“I swear, I won’t tell your mother,” I said raising my right hand.

Be still my heart. Be still my cock. I couldn’t believe I conned her into masturbating for me. I couldn’t believe I was going to watch Emma masturbate.

“You swear? Oh, no, that’s not good enough,” she said with a little laugh.

“How else can I convince you that I won’t tell your mother that you masturbated in front of me?”

“If I’m going to allow you to see me demonstrating my toys to you by masturbating myself, while you watch, you have to do the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“You jerk off, while I masturbate.”

“Are you serious? No, I can’t do that,” I said already changing my mind and agreeing to it.

“Yeah,” she said staring down at my crotch. “That’s the only way, I’ll agree to it,” she said folding her arms in front of her.

Excited and embarrassed at the same time that I was even considering pulling out my cock in front of my girlfriend’s canlı poker oyna daughter and allowing her to watch me jerk off, I had an erection just thinking about doing it. If it wasn’t exciting enough that Emma had agreed to masturbate, while I watched, it was doubly exciting to have her watch me masturbate.

“I don’t know, Emma. How do I know you won’t tell your mother?”

“Because I won’t. We’d both be screwed. This is the only way that we’ll know that one won’t tell on the other or we’ll both be fucked.”

“Okay,” I said slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.

I couldn’t believe she was watching me unzip my jeans, the little slut. She was making me more than excited. I never would have thought up this scenario in a million years had this not really happened. If this really happens, if she really masturbates in front of me, I’ll be jerking off over this for years.

“Wait, one more thing.”

“What?”

“You can’t touch me. You can’t finger my pussy and you can feel my tits. And I’m not going to touch your cock, either,” she said. “If you think I’m going to give you a hand job or a blowjob, get that out of your mind, right now, Mister. You can look all you want, but you can’t touch.”

“Okay, agreed.”

“We can just both watch, but not touch,” she said reinforcing my disappointment, again.

“Okay, okay. I won’t touch you. Only, I’d understand if you get so excited that you want to give me a hand job and/or a blowjob,” I said with a nervous albeit hopeful laugh.

“In your dreams, Joe.”

I couldn’t believe it when Emma propped up a couple of pillows behind her and settled back in the soft comfort of the bed. She scooted down, as if she was about to have a gynecological exam and spread her legs. She raised her nightgown up to her waist, reached underneath with one hand, and removed her panties.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My girlfriend’s 25-year-old daughter was sitting on her bed bottomless with her nightgown pulled up to her waist. I was seeing Emma’s trimmed blonde pussy.

“Well, quit your staring and take out your cock. Let me see you touching yourself.”

I stood, pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees. Immediately, my cock sprung to life. I don’t remember being as excited. I don’t remember being as hard. It took all the control that I had not to climb on top of her and fuck her right there.

“What do you think,” I asked her looking down at my erection, before looking back up at her staring eyes.

“I think my Mom is a happy woman.”

Emma grabbed one of the vibrators, turned it on, and positioned it by her clit.

“This is my favorite one. I call him Jack, named after my ex-boyfriend, who knew how to get me off.”

I couldn’t believe I was watching Emma masturbate. As soon as she started getting into it, she removed her arm from the sleeve of her nightgown, first one and then the other allowing the top of her nightgown to fall around her waist. Now, her nightgown was no more than a band of wrinkled material around her middle.

She had beautiful tits and her nipples were already erect. I watched her finger her nipples, while she ran the vibrator along her pussy. I had never had the pleasure of watching a woman masturbate before and this was quite a display of erotica watching her going at herself with that hand held vibrating penis. Maybe more because of who she was, my girlfriend’s daughter, poker oyna this was beyond exciting.

“Gees, Emma, you’re making me so friggin’ horny. I love your tits, they are bigger than I imagined. You have bigger boobs than your mother.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Well, c’mon, let me see you play with yourself. I want to watch you cum.”

Every now and then, Emma would close her eyes, while inserting her vibrator deeper in her pussy. I couldn’t help myself. I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I stood and walked closer to the bed. Watching her, hoping she wouldn’t open her eyes and see me, I put a knee on the bed and reached over and felt her tit.

It was a risk I took, but it was worth it just to touch her boob. I figured she’d yell at me and be mad. I figured she’d stop masturbating and our little agreement would be over. Instead of swiping my hand away, she moaned.

Her big tit felt incredible. Where her mother’s tits had grown softer, Emma’s tit felt firm. Then, I felt her other breast and fingered that nipple. She moaned even more. I couldn’t believe I was feeling the tits of my girlfriend’s daughter, while she play with pussy with her vibrator that looked like a robotic penis.

Then, she did something unexpectedly, she reached over and took my cock in her hand. Not expecting that, after she lectured me about not touching me, I was stunned. She was giving me a slow hand job. Her hand felt like nothing that I had felt before. Maybe because she was so much younger than me, nearly half my age, but she was giving me a masterful hand job.

“Oh, Emma, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Yeah, baby, stroke me a little faster. Make Daddy cum.”

While stroking me with her left hand, I could tell by the movement of her right hand that she was getting close to having an orgasm. Probably because she was so excited, so horny, was the reason why she reached over and grabbed my cock. She wanted to feel the real thing, instead of a battery operated cylindrical tube. Her nipples grew even bigger and I leaned over and took one in my mouth. I was sucking Emma’s tit and she wasn’t complaining, resisting, or stopping me. Then, I sucked her other nipple while feeling the tit that I had just sucked.

“I want you to cum with me,” she said. “Can we do that,” she asked looking up at me.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not there, yet.”

I had been so focused on Emma masturbating and then on me feeling and sucking her tits, that I hadn’t kept up my end of the bargain. I had stopped masturbating completely. I was nowhere near cumming. It would take a miracle for me to cum the same time that she was ready to cum.

“Let me help you along,” she said with a dirty, little smile.

Hallelujah, it was a miracle. She leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. Emma was blowing me. My girlfriend’s daughter was sucking my cock. If ever I married my girlfriend, I could write a story about my stepdaughter giving me a blowjob.

The warmth of her mouth and the feel of her tongue was incredible. She was giving me a better blowjob than her mother ever gave me. Within seconds, I exploded in her oh, so young mouth, while she had orgasm after orgasm, and she swallowed all that I had. We did it. We came off together. It was amazing.

As promised I bought all of her sex toys and gave them to my girlfriend as a Christmas gift. My girlfriend was a bit unnerved, yet excited, that I bought her such a large inventory of sex toys.

“One would have been enough,” she said with a nervous laugh.

Emma and I never masturbated together again. It’s our little secret. Yet, she did give me another blowjob, but that’s another story for another time.

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Dirty Talk, Just For You

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“So you like dirty talk, eh?”

“What? I… uh… well yeah. I mean… what are you asking?”

“You… want… me… to… talk… dirrrrrr-ty… to… you…. right?”

“I guess so. I mean, well… you know.”

“Right, whatever. Anyway, that’s not my normal thing, so it’s going to cost you extra.”

“Cost me extra? I…”

“Yes, cost you extra. Good God, is this that hard to understand? If you want me to talk dirty to you, it’ll cost more than what we agreed on. More money? You get it now? How much do you have?”

“Oh! More money! Yes. I understand now.”

“Great, you understand… the sun shines again. Why don’t you stop grinning… reach into your back pocket… pull out your wallet… and let’s see if you can afford me.”

“Uh, my wallet isn’t in my back pocket, it’s in my jacket.”

“Do you really think I care?”

“No, no of course not. Here… uh… what will that get me?”

“That’s it? Damn it, stop fidgeting. All right, look. About all this will get you is pretty much this right now. I’ll treat you like shit, talk down to you, etc, but at least it’ll be during sex. Got me?”

“Oh, yes… I’m sure that’ll be just fine.”

“Maybe… maybe I’ll do the more normal stuff. You know: Oooh, ahh… fuck me now, you big stud. But I wouldn’t expect much feeling behind it.”

“No, of course not. I understand.”

“Fuck, you’re not even going to be able to tip me, are you?”

“Um, no.. I guess not. Not now. I mean, because you’re already…”

“Yeah, I get it. I must be losing my fucking mind.”

“All right then there, stud. No time like the present, and the clock is definitely ticking. What say you pull out that big fat cock of yours and let’s get this thing started.”

“Um… why are you laughing?”

“I… I guess I misfired with that little bit of dirty talk then, didn’t I?”

“…..”

“I canlı bahis şirketleri mean… John Holmes’ legend isn’t exactly in danger now, is it?”

“It’s not… I mean… it’s…”

“You think you’ve got a big cock?”

“Well, no… but it’s…”

“I’m sorry… did you want me to start an inventory of all the cocks I’ve seen and where your little weiner fits into that scale?”

“Noooo…. I suppose not.”

“Damn…. You would, wouldn’t you? You’d love that. Never mind, I don’t want to know. Let’s just say, I’m removing ‘Deep Throat’ from the phrases I’m going to use today.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Now, let’s see. Normally I’m the one going down, but I suppose that’s not going to work today. I mean, dirty talk doesn’t sound the same, even if it’s just a little cocktail weiner in my mouth, right?”

“I guess not.”

“So, are you going to go down on me today, loverboy? You going to stick your mouth on my filthy, nasty, well-used pussy?”

“Yeah… okay… I’d like that.”

“Wow, you’re just Shakespeare over there, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say.”

“Never mind… just get on the bed… on your back. Now… push my panties aside. Good.”

“Mmmmmph.”

“Oh, shut up. Now… ooh, yeah… mmmmmm….. That’s…. You do know you’re supposed to use your tongue, right? Okay… that’s right, I guess… fuck me with your fat tongue, stud…”

“MmmmmMMMMMMMfffffffff.”

“What the fuck is your problem now?”

“I… I can’t really breathe.”

“I’ve been on top of you for all of about 30 seconds. Really? Fine… I’ll be more careful.”

“Oooh, yeah…. You’re making me feel so hot. My pussy is just… OUCH! Never mind your fucking teeth… you don’t have enough talent to know how to use them. Just use your fucking tongue.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.. You said canlı kaçak iddaa that. Just shut up and start licking. Don’t try to find my clit, I’ll bring it to you. Mmmmm…. Oooh, yeah, stud… that’s so good… you’re making me…. you’re making me… You’re making me seasick.”

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“It’s not so much doing something wrong, as the total absence of anything right.”

“Never mind… we’ll just move on to fucking. And I think we’ll just stick to doggy-style. Next time you might want to invest in some breath mints, and maybe some deodorant.”

“I’ve got deodorant on.”

“Then I guess you need to find a stronger brand.”

“You do recognize this position, right? Girl on all fours, begging to be fucked from behind? Sorry… I mean willing to be fucked from behind? You kneel behind her and stick your cock in.”

“Are you going to take your clothes off?”

“Do you have any more money?”

“No, you took all my money.”

“Right… so why waste time with stupid questions?”

“Um… you’re kinda tall.”

“And you’re kinda ugly.”

“Oh, right. Except that your height affects what we’re doing here.”

“Believe me, so does your ugliness.”

“Um, yeah. I… I don’t know if I can do you from behind. Your hips are too high.”

“Here… put the pillow under your knee, and then swing your other leg up… no, so you’re just kneeling on one… No… Damn it, fine… I’ll show you.”

“Eeep!”

“Shut up… head down, ass up. It shouldn’t be that hard for you to pretend you’re a girl. There… you see? You just kneel on one knee, the other one over the girls hips, and with the extra help from the pillow you should be able to enter me. Plus you get better leverage. Not that I’m exactly expecting manly thrusts, but you get the idea.”

“Okay… yes, I get it. Ow… that hurts.”

“That’s canlı kaçak bahis called a reach-around, little baby. But when it’s your turn, don’t bother.”

“Are we ready to try this again? Are you propped up high enough?”

“Yes… I think that’ll do it.”

“Okay, don’t fall off now. Now… fire away.”

“Mmmmmm, yeah… oooooo…. Baby… feels so good. You fill me up so good. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh…. Unh….”

“Um, excuse me?”

“What? What the fuck is wrong now?”

“I stopped fucking you a little while ago.”

“So?”

“The sounds you were making, you didn’t stop when I did. I mean, that’s kinda the problem. When I was fucking you, they didn’t… they didn’t match what I was doing, you know?”

“You’re complaining about my rhythm? At least I had some. I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Well, it’s a little distracting.”

“FINE. I’ll make sure to grunt only when your hips hit my ass, okay?”

“Yes… that would be perfect, thank you.”

“All right damn it, I’ve had enough.”

“Whoa!”

“Shut up, and get on your back. I’m gonna make you cum, and we’re gonna be done with this.”

“Ouch! That’s too hard!”

“Shut up. I’m gonna hurt you, and you’re gonna like it. You’re gonna cum because I’m going to abuse you. I’m going to turn you into my little pain slut, and then you’re going to go away, permanently.”

“Oh, fuck…. Ow, ow, ow, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWWWW!”

“Yeah, whatever… look at you, rock fucking hard, and don’t think I don’t see your hips pushing up into my head with each time I yank you. You’re going to cum, and you’re going to cum hard. You’re going to spew your nasty little sperm all over yourself. Do it…. DO IT FUCKING NOW!”

“Honey?”

“MMMMmmmmmmmm.”

“Hon… don’t fall asleep yet.”

“MMmph? What? I’m sorry. What is it, dear?”

“Are you doing okay?”

“Oh, God yes. I’m feeling so fucking good.”

“So you liked that then? You told me to surprise you.”

“I absolutely loved it. You are my queen of Dirty Talk.”

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