The Cucumber Ch. 02

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Next morning, as mum cooked breakfast, Jack sat admiring her beautiful body. They were both naked, though mum put on an apron when she put the frying pan on the stove. They had made love again last night, Jack was impressed with how good she was in bed. They had woken at seven, mum had wanted ass fucked first, it was now eleven, Jack had no idea how many times that mum had cum, it was a lot. Mum had asked a couple of questions about Joyce, Jack had managed to avoid answering directly, he knew that soon he would have to be open with her.

It had all started with Joyce in Jack’s first year at University, he had been at a Church Disco one Friday night. Jack was very popular with the girls, he was tall, good looking, intelligent, and had a massive cock. Jack had pulled Beth, Beth was busty, she was studying medicine. Her mother was a widow, she was a doctor, Beth would join her practice when she qualified. Beth and Jack used each other, they both enjoyed sex. Beth was having her period, she had suggested that they use one of the smaller rooms off the main Church Hall. Jack had positioned Beth on a table, she was naked from the waist up. Her head was hanging over the edge of the table as she liked to give Jack a titty fuck, in this position, she could suck Jack’s balls as he fucked her big tits. Beth always wanted to finish Jack off in her mouth. With her head and mouth angled to take Jack’s full length, Jack started to fuck Beth’s mouth, he was just about to cum when the door opened, Joyce was standing watching them. Joyce said, “My God, what’s happening here in the Church Hall? Beth get dressed immediately, come to Priory at ten tomorrow morning, we must speak about this.”

“I’ll be there at ten, please don’t tell my mum, I’m so sorry.”

Beth then left, Jack’s cock was still stiff, it looked terrific, Joyce couldn’t take her eyes off it, then Joyce said, “That was a shock, the disco is finished, Jack, please cover yourself, I must speak with you too. Help me check the other rooms then come with me to the Priory, I need a drink.”

The Hall was clear, Jack then followed Mrs Constable to the Priory, they used a side entrance, Mrs Constable then led Jack into a lounge, she said, “These are my quarters, Father Peter has his own rooms. He retires very early on a Friday evening. Jack, would you like to join me with a glass of wine? I have a very nice Chardonnay in the fridge.”

Jack replied, “I would love to Mrs Constable, I enjoy a glass of wine.”

“Jack, please call me Joyce when we are together, I’ll get the wine now.”

Jack looked at Joyce’s figure as she walked out of her lounge, she had curves. Jack then wondered why he was there? He had been mouth fucking Beth, he wondered about Beth, she was a good kid, she was also a great fuck, she was very noisy in bed. A couple of times when he had been in her house, she loved to be ass fucked, she had been so loud, but they had got away with it as her mum, May, was always polite to him. Joyce came back into the lounge, she had changed, she was wearing a top and leggings, both were tight fitting. She was also carrying a tray with a wine cooler bahis firmaları with two glasses with a bottle of wine. Joyce said, “Jack, I hope that you don’t mind, but I’ve changed into casual clothing, I don’t feel like the Vicar’s wife now. It’s been a long day for me, at the last Church Disco, I found four used condoms outside the Church Hall, this year there was none, but I did catch you and Beth having fun. Tomorrow morning, I’ll ask Beth to go to confession with Father Peter, I’ll tell her not to mention your name, that should keep you out of it.”

“Saturday is a big day for Father Peter, he does Hospital visits after lunch. At five, he hears confessions. At six-thirty, I have to prepare his supper. After his supper, he retires to his study to write tomorrow’s sermon. We have an old fashioned system, in the Priory, depending on the confessions he has heard, sometimes, he can get aroused. He no longer is sexually active, he hasn’t been for many years. I dread it when the bell in the kitchen rings, then I must go to his study, to perform for him. I hate doing this, it gives him relief, but I’m so horny afterwards. I have no one to give me any relief. Jack, I get so depressed, I’ve no one to talk to. Do you mind if I talk with you? The only thing that I ask of you is that you are discreet. I need a friend. How do you feel about this?”

Jack could think on his feet, he squeezed Joyce’s hand, then said, “Joyce, I’m very discreet, I’m also a good listener, do you not have any sex with Father Peter?”

“No, not at all, he’s not well endowed, he’s got a mini penis. He also can’t get it hard, I asked Dr May Roberts, Beth’s mother, she gave me some Viagra for him to try, it didn’t work. I won’t tell May about Beth, though I think she’s a good idea that Beth loves sex, I like May, she’s a lovely woman.”

Jack asked, “Joyce, how do you have to perform for Father Peter?”

“Every Saturday, he has people coming to confess, he’ll be very excited tomorrow when I tell him that I caught Beth being mouth fucked, this arouses him, during the confession, he will ask Beth what she was doing, and to describe to him in detail. This will arouse him, then I’ll be summoned, I will take a cucumber with me, I will tease my pussy with it, then I’ll fuck myself with it. I will fake an orgasm, then I’ll leave, and he will write his sermon. Jack, you are the first person that I’ve told this to.”

Jack asked, “Joyce, do you enjoy sex?”

Joyce then squeezed Jack’s hand suggestively then said, “I think that I can trust you, Jack, I love sex, I’ve extreme sexual desires, I get very frustrated as I’ve no one to give me the relief that I need. I feel very comfortable with you, Jack.”

Jack then put his arms around her, they hugged, their lips met, Joyce buried her tongue deep inside Jack’s mouth. Both of their heads were exploring, Joyce found Jack’s stiff cock, within seconds, she had him out, her tongue was teasing the bulbous head of his stiff cock, Joyce said, “I love your cock Jack, we would be more comfortable in my bedroom or would you like me to bring you off here?”

Jack said, “Let’s go to bed, kaçak iddaa we can take our time, there’s no need to rush anything.”

That was the start with Joyce, over the following years, Jack became very fond of Joyce, her marriage was a sham, their lovemaking was incredible. Jack always spent time with Joyce on a Saturday evening after visiting Father Peter, though it was usually once a month that she was summoned. Joyce loved it in every hole, the sex was so varied. After a few months, Joyce introduced Jack to Claire King, the Chairwoman of the School Governors. One evening, after a filthy session, Joyce said, “Jack, I have a very good friend, I’ve been telling her about our relationship, Claire and her husband Tom, are powerful people in the local community. Tom is Director of Education in the local government’s Claire and Tom, have got me on to several committees, I am well paid for the work that I do.”

“The salary that Peter receives is not a lot, we live in the Priory, all running expenses are paid for by the Church. Claire is not happy at the moment, Tom is a cuckold husband, can’t get it up Claire, and has a tiny penis. Claire is a very sexy woman. She likes to dress up as a schoolgirl, tight-fitting blouses, mini-skirts. She likes to be submissive, Tom likes to watch her being fucked. I have told her that you’re just a poor student. She’s suggested that she could give you a little job looking after their computers in the house. I think that she would pay you well. Would you be interested in visiting her once a week?”

Jack kissed Joyce, then said, “Joyce, if it’s good for you then I’ll do it, if she likes what I do then hopefully, you’ll get on more committees.”

Jack knew Claire and Tom from the Church, Claire was an attractive woman in her fifties, she had a full figure. Tom looked older, when you saw them together, you knew immediately that Claire was the boss. There was also something very sexy about Claire. They were most certainly the high society in the Church community. Joyce gave Claire and Tom his WhatsApp number, telling them that he would check out all their computers and Internet connection. Joyce told them to contact Jack directly.

Jack saw them at the Sunday morning service in Church. Claire looked so prim and proper in her Sunday outfit. She approached Jack after the service. She asked when would be a suitable time for his first visit. They agreed on two on Monday afternoon. Jack arrived at their beautiful villa, just before two. Tom opened the door and led Jack into the lounge, Claire was sitting on the sofa, she was wearing a tight-fitting blouse, with a striped school tie, she had massive breasts. She was also wearing a very short mini-skirt, she was wearing self-supporting stockings, you could see her bare thighs, she looked erotic. Claire said, “Jack, I’m so happy to see you, come and sit beside me. I am very excited, I’m having a glass of wine, would you like a glass of wine too?”

Jack nodded in approval, then Claire said, “Tom, have you locked the door? I don’t want to be disturbed during Jack’s visits. Please lock the door then bring Jack a glass of wine and kaçak bahis top up my glass.”

Jack said, “Claire, don’t be nervous, I’m a little nervous too, the wine will help me too.”

Tom brought the wine, he gave Jack his glass and topped up Claire’s glass. Jack noticed that Tom wasn’t drinking. Claire said, “Jack, do you like what I’m wearing? Tom likes me in tight-fitting blouses, he likes to look at my big tits. Tom likes to be dirty, don’t you, Tom?”

Tom replied, “I love your big tits, Claire, I also love you in your mini-skirts.”

Jack said, “Claire, you’ll have to be careful with your mini-skirts, but no problem in your house. If you were out, then people could see your panties, are you wearing panties, Claire?”

“I am Jack, but if you would prefer, then I’ll take them off?”

Tom said, “Claire, take off your bra first, I am sure Jack would love to see your big tits first?”

Claire pushed her tits out then said, “Jack, dirty Tom just wants to see my tits, would you like to see them? If you like them, then you can suck and play with them.”

As the weeks progressed, Jack was sure that the more he embarrassed them, the more they enjoyed it. On every visit, Jack would fuck Claire with Tom watching. Claire adored Jack’s cock, she loved the pleasure that Jack gave her. Claire was taking it in every hole. Tom was very generous with the money. He would give Jack one hundred pounds in cash on every visit. They wanted three visits a week, but he could only visit twice a week because of Jack’s studying. Then Tom started to give him one hundred and fifty pounds a visit. They both loved the relief that he was giving them.

Jack helped mum fill the dishwasher, mum took off her apron, Jack wanted her again, he took her in his arms, they kissed lovingly then Jack said, “Mum, I see Joyce a couple of times a week, I enjoy being with, she doesn’t have a good marriage.”

Mum kissed Jack then said, “Thanks for being honest with me. I’ve been an assistant headteacher at my school for the last three years. Yesterday, I put in an application for the Rectors position of the largest school in the area. I have the experience to take the job on. I know that Joyce is friendly with Claire and Tom King, I was wondering if you could have a word with Joyce to see if she could put in a good word for me, I would love that job.”

Jack kissed his mum, then said, “I will have a word with Joyce, I’ve also met Claire and Tom, I could even ask Claire, mum let me think about how the best way to proceed would be. It will take the time to go through the list of applicants. Let’s go back to bed, you’ve made me horny again.”

Mum replied, “Have a word with Joyce, she’ll know what to do. We will make it a quickie as I’ve still shopping to do.”

Two hours later, mum left to do the shopping. Jack phoned Claire, he explained that his mum was interested in the Rector position. Could Claire give him any advice on anything his mum could do? He also told her his mum’s application was already in Tom’s office. Claire replied, “Jack, I’m glad that you phoned, your mum would be an ideal candidate, I had suggested to Tom that more women should be holding senior positions. I’ll have a word with Tom, will I see you at Church tomorrow morning? I would say that your mum has a great chance of getting the job.”

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The Crack Dollhouse Ch. 02

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Meanwhile, Rick climbed into the front seat of Andrew’s car and said, “Leave me off at the other house until it’s time to head out.”

Andrew drove the two blocks to the old red brick building at the end of the dead end. “Are you sure Miranda’s not going to find out Rick? She’ll rat your ass out for sure if she finds out!”

Rick just laughed, “She hasn’t even noticed for the past six months that I leave a half day earlier. She just thinks we ship out earlier. Besides, who’d ever suspect me and Kami?”

With that, Rick slammed the door and headed up the walk. He used the side enterance and made his way upstairs. Kami was in the kitchen wearing a silk robe, cutting him a nice slice of apple pie, his favorite. They indulged in small talk and he ate his pie. When he finished, they went down to their love nest.

Kami had converted the entire basement to their love making nest. It had a huge king sized bed with silky, satin sheets in dark red and black with huge pillows all over it.

In the corner was a couch and a television for when they wanted to watch movies or porn. He’d even set up the tv on a pivot so they could turn it to face the bed when they wanted to fuck while watching the movies.

She’d set herself up a small section of it as a walk in closet where she kept her massive lingerie collection and matching shoes too. He’d been buying her something new every ten days for the past six months and along with what she already had, she’d had to build a room to contain it all! She also had a small wardrobe for her sex toy collection. She had a shelf for all the games she had, dildos and vibrators, anal beads and paddles. She had everything you could imagine in there.

There was also a sex swing, position wedges and so much more. He’d hardly had time to try it all out.

When they locked the door, he’d slipped his jacket off and tossed it on the chair. Then he kicked off bahis firmaları his shoes and flopped on the bed. He was eager to see what she had in store for him today.

She slipped the robe down off her shoulders, facing away from him. She gave him a teasing look at her bare back. Her hair cascading down around it. She swung her hair, letting it bounce down around her shoulders.

She held the robe tight and turned to him. Her neck was covered by thick lace, leading down to a strand of lace that trailed down between her breasts and disappeared inside the robe. She pranced around the room, teasing him with the robe.

His cock was hard, even after he’d just fucked Randa. Kami turned him on, she was hot. Her pussy was tight and she kept herself shaved and smooth for him. She was always waiting on him to come over and fuck her. She was the first thing he did when he got back to town and the last thing he did before he left.

Not to get it wrong, Randa was his woman. He’d fuck her anytime she gave him the opportunity. He’d had her just before he’d left for Kami’s. However, Randa was his wife. She wouldn’t do anything he wanted her to try. He’d suggested a little role play and she’d laughed at it. So, he’d found Kami.

Kami’s nature was fun and playful. She was the exact opposite of Randa. Her hair was long and silky, it’s shade of brown was soft. She had curls that cascaded around her face like an angel. Her body was thin and she had small perky breasts, no plump ass. Her lips were cherry red without lipstick and her smile was beautiful.

Watching Kami dance around, slowly letting the robe slip further and further to the floor. He squirmed out of his pants and tossed his shirt onto the floor. She could see the throbbing cock as it pressed tight against the silky boxers he wore.

She moved to the end of the bed, facing away from him. Suddenly she dropped the robe to the floor kaçak iddaa and revealed her naked body to him. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her like that, but every time he did he was astonished.

She was perfect, he wanted her so badly. She turned to face him, her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She crawled across the bed and released his hardness from its restraint. She tugged his boxers off and kissed his head with her wet, cherry lips.

Soon she was flicking her tongue across, teasing the mushroom shaped head of his plump, juicy cock. He envisioned things that he didn’t find sexy to keep from exploding in her mouth. She jerked her hand along the base, to the tip and back. Stroking him while she teased him. He put his hands under his head and laid back to enjoy her.

She teased him relentlessly, stroking and licking, sucking and nibbling. She rubbed his balls, shaved smooth just for her. Her hand kept stroking, while her lips kissed their way to his cupped balls. She licked them and kissed them as she stroked him, harder and harder.

His back arched, his knees shook, he was about to cum when she pulled back. “You’re turn!” She flipped onto her back, stretched her legs open and spread her pussy lips to him.

He was happy to drown himself in her juices. He found her clit first, teasing it with his tongue. Nibbling on her nub while his fingers found her gaping hole. He slipped one inside of her, deep in. Wiggling it, as he teased her clit. Then he soon stuck another inside, then fucked her with them.

She slipped her own fingers down, spreading her lips wide. He had room to nibble on her, teasing her further. She was soaking wet, her fingers were dripping and his were drenched. They soon rubbed her so much she had begun to shake, her pussy was dripping as she arched her back and sprayed her juices out freely.

She pulled his face up and met his lips with her own. Their kaçak bahis tongues flickered and their lips locked together. His fingers teased her still dripping cunt. Rubbing her clit until she came again.

He pressed his body over hers, lifting her legs up to his shoulders. He entered her in one swift movement, plunging deep into her. She called out his name, “Rick, oh Ricky baby!”

He pumped harder inside of her, her clit rubbing against his smooth skin. The friction, the tightness of her pussy, it was all becoming too much for him. His cock was throbbing.

Suddenly she was pushing against his chest, he leaned up and she released her legs. Her legs wrapped tight at his hips and she pushed him over. He was now on his back, looking up at her. The want, the need in his eyes told her he was ready to explode at any moment.

She craddled his cock inside of her, rocking on his hips. She spread herself wide and pushed him deeper inside of her. Then she leaned back, resting on her hands. She was spread open, he could see and feel her clit.

He reached for her vibrator and turned it on low. Pressing it against her swollen clit, he rubbed her, teasing her. His finger teased her while he turned the settings up another notch. She bounced on him as he pushed the vibrator to her swollen nub.

The vibrations had her close to the edge. Her rocking and bouncing had his pre cum dripping into her already. He kicked the settings of it as high as it would go, then he pushed it against her swollen, dripping clit and pushed his cock into her. As she rocked, she came.

Her pussy shook, her orgasm wracked her entire body. He held her tight on his cock as he filled her with his cum. Their bodies were still shaking as they collapsed together on the bed.

Kami rested her head against his chest. He pulled her close and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands. She kissed his neck, whispering, “I love you Rick, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”

He kissed her forehead, “You’re not only the best lover I’ve been with, but you’re special too. It’s not everyday you find out your little sister is your lover.”

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Marital and Sexual Bliss

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As a man in my mid-sixties, I am in a state of sexual bliss. The sex in my marriage gets better and better, kinkier and kinkier as the years pass by. It was not unusual for my wife to walk up to me after 30 years of marriage with just her sexy panties on her beautiful body and say,

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

I jump up quickly and she usually adds,

“Get undressed. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes.”

My marriage started like most. There was wild and crazy passionate sex that both of us enjoyed a lot. My wife and I could not fuck enough. We had sex everywhere and anywhere. As we aged, it became more about making sure both of us got as much pleasure as possible each and every time.

My wife and I were in the health club business. She was an aerobic instructor with an amazingly beautiful, tight ass that had that “fuck me” look in a leotard. She had that big ass, a skinny waist and beautiful tits that looked massive because her waist is so small. Her nipples are very large and very special. I bought her a shelf bra at Fredericks of Hollywood for a present. I love seeing a hint of her nipples when we go out to dinner.

We fucked in my office at the health club, on the couch in the lobby, in the showers and even in the sauna. Most of this fucking was after hours, but once in a while we had to fuck each other somewhere while the club was open.

Maybe it was our very fit bodies, but my wife wanted to fuck as much as I did. The time we fucked in the sauna we were in the building after closing getting ready to lock up.

I said, “Let’s go downstairs for a minute.”

We walked into the men’s locker room to check on supplies and my wife said,

“Let’s fuck in the men’s locker room.”

We undressed each other and I quickly had a real hard cock. We fucked in the showers, on the benches and near the sink and mirrors. Watching my cock go in and out of my wife’s pussy from behind in the large mirrors was very erotic. Eventually, my wife opened the sauna door and bent over with her hands on one of the benches. I stood behind her and drove my cock into her from behind that very special ass. She loves my hands on her hips driving my cock into her wet, tight pussy. I was fucking the ass so many guys wanted as they watched the girls walk to and from our aerobics room.

My wife loves getting back-doored. We had been at it for over 30 minutes and my wife’s ass felt soooo good as my cock pounded it and my balls hit her ass. She was dripping wet and her pussy just sucked my cock tight with every stroke. Eventually, I exploded a gigantic cum load into her. I had kept my cowboy boots on while we fucked. My big cum load dripped out of her pussy and onto my boots. I told my wife I’m never removing that stain from these boots. I’ll use that on my boots to always remember this day.

She said, “I love you.”

We attended a Health Club Convention in Las Vegas. It was filled with lots of learning during the day and lots of fucking at night. On the red eye flight home to the east coast most of the plane was asleep, including one of my best female employees in the row in front of us. My wife and I were the only passengers in our row with an empty seat next to us. My wife whispered in my ear,

“I want to suck your cock right now. Unzip your pants.”

I looked around and didn’t see anybody bahis firmaları looking at us so I did. My wife put her face in my lap and covered herself with a blanket the flight attendant passes out. I was in oral heaven in seconds. The combination of the great blow job along with the fact we were in a commercial plane, a mile high, with an employee in the row in front of us and people all around us had me cumming very quickly. My wife got a mouth full of cum. She removed the blanket and smiled with that special smile as I quickly buckled my belt and zipped my pants.

My wife whispered, “Now we are members of the mile high club.”

We attended an outdoor racquetball tournament in Columbus, Ohio. I was eliminated far too quickly, so I asked a friend if I could use his apartment to take a shower. My wife and I went to the apartment and like every other occasion she wanted to fuck after I got out of the shower. We started fucking, but I felt very strong sexually that day. Usually when I cum we rest and she gets me hard again after I play with her clit or suck her nipples. On this occasion I stayed in her after cumming and continued to stroke her pussy slowly.

I got hard within a minute or so. My wife and I counted this special day and remember me cumming five loads, an all-time record for me. My wife has had five orgasm many times, but my five cum load day was so special it is one of our memorable days. Needless to say, we returned to the tournament much later than expected and with far bigger smiles than expected.

My wife and I have fucked behind restaurants, on the beach, in the Gulf of Mexico, on a hotel balcony in Asia, in a high rise parking garage and more. I am so lucky to have a wife who is always eager to fuck. She loves putting Amaretto on my nipples and cock and sucking it off with enthusiasm.

Then something happened to pick up the pace. I never thought it was possible for our sex life to improve, but it happened. I was required to travel to Asia for my teaching position with the local state university. My wife had to stay home. Her job would not allow an entire month away. That trip turned into nightly phone conversations about what we both wanted upon my return. We used Skype and she showed me her pussy and amazing tits 10,000 miles from home. The daytime included steamy emails adding to the fantasies. On one particular phone conversation my wife gave me directions on touching my cock and nipples while she told me how she was touching herself. I had great phone sex and found myself screaming my wife’s name as cum exploded all over my chest.

When I arrived home the phone sex, erotic emails and sensual texts continued. It took sex from something we did when we were not tired at night to something we talked about and planned constantly. This form of communication became the ideal means of communicating fantasies to each other which we acted out together. We were communicating so well my wife and I openly talked about sex a lot. When my wife and I go to dinner the conversation is seldom about the day’s activities. It is almost always about fucking when we get home; what we want to do and how we want to do it.

At this time my wife became aware of my panty fetish or maybe she even created it by looking so good in panties and by encouraging me by shopping with me to buy her panties. Asking to suck my cock in panties kaçak iddaa standing in the living room also contributed. She taught me how enjoyable nipple pleasure could be and even experimented with a butt plug on me during one vacation. I never knew sex could be so great and my body had so many pleasure zones.

My wife read books to get creative ideas about sex. She is currently reading the 50 Shades of Grey books. Nothing could stop her desire to fuck me and get fucked as often and kinky as possible. I often asked her to leave her panties on and would fuck her from behind and watch my cock go in and out of her sweet panties and pussy.

My wife always knew I loved her panties. As I said we regularly shop together for her panties. In fact, we love to eat on Friday night at a restaurant near a Victoria Secrets. We walk there after dinner and buy panties for her to wear the next night or the rest of the week. My wife says she has enough panties. I believe you can never have enough panties and I love the fact the ladies know us at VS.

At one point I talked to my wife about my desire to wear panties. She said she liked real masculine men and did not prefer me in panties.

I let the idea go for a few months and brought it up again. I even wore a pair of her silk panties out to the kitchen before we went out to dinner one night and said,

“How do I look in these panties.”

She said, “Take them off. I don’t like it.”

I didn’t want to give up so I showed her Internet sites that sold male panties. I bought a few pairs; a silk pink thong and a pair of black silk panties with a pouch in front for my package. When they arrived she said,

“Why did you buy these?”

I said, “I want to feel special when we go out together and look nice when you take my clothes off.”

She didn’t say much. I put the pink thong on and walked out to show her. Her eyes lit up and she had a big smile.

She said, “Wow, you look good in those.”

That was the start of me wearing panties. I wore them first on special occasions, but quickly was wearing them almost every day. My wife really got into it and told me how great it looked and how amazing my cock and balls felt in my silk panties. Then on Valentine’s Day I thought I was getting no gifts at all. I wasn’t worried because I knew I would get fucked real good that night. My wife and I went out to dinner. She had the excited look on her face.

She handed me a small bag and said, “Here’s your Valentines Day present. Go put them on and throw away the underwear you have on.”

She gave me a fishnet thong that shows my cock and balls very clearly.

She added, “I can’t wait to get home and see you in these and fuck your brains out.”

I didn’t think our sex life could get much better, but we are fucking even more and are communicating even more. Life could not get better for both of us.

Last week we went to dinner and my wife put a little velvet pouch on the table before our food arrived. I opened it and found two Ben Wa Balls and a small bottle of lube. I was so excited.

She said, “I’m going to put these in before we go home.”

I absolutely was in ecstasy. That night was one of the best fucks we ever had.

At dinner I told my wife I wish there was something similar I could do. When we got home I went immediately to our toy storage kaçak bahis and pulled out the butt plug. I lubed it real well and inserted it into my ass hole. I walked to the kitchen where my wife was having a glass of wine. I was wearing just my black silk panties.

I said, “I have a surprise for you.” I turned my ass to her and pulled the panties down to reveal my butt plug.

She said, “Why did you insert the butt plug? That’s my job.”

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I undressed my wife slowly kissing her all over her body. The Ben Wa had a string attached to them. I removed them from my wife’s pussy with my teeth and licked the nectar off of them. I love the taste and smell of my wife’s nectar. I love pulling on my wife’s pussy lips with my lips. I love tonguing her clit and even sucking on it when it gets larger and hard. This night I gave my wife’s pussy and extra bit of affection. I love trying to stick my tongue as deep as possible into her love tunnel.

My wife played with my balls and cock in my black silk panties as she sat on the side of the bed and I stood in front of her. I played with her nipples. They are so big and get so hard. She has 36D tits that bring both of us so much pleasure. I asked my wife if she would pleasure my nipples. As always she agreed. I propped some pillows in front of the headboard and she sat up there wearing just her panties. Those big tits looked so good. I sat in front of her between her legs with the back of my head on her tits. I had my hands on her legs. I put some coconut lotion on my nipples. She knows I love it when she teases the tips of my nipples. Eventually she starts doing what she knows she would enjoy. The pleasure gets so intense I start to moan. The more intense the pleasure builds the more I want my cock in her. It’s hard to control myself when she focuses on my nipples like this. Eventually, I move away from her and stand at the side of the bed. I ask her to lean over the bed so I can fuck her from behind. I give her plenty of cock to thank her for massaging my nipples. I then ask her to get on her back on the edge of the bed. I’m standing at the edge and she is on her back. My hips are free to give her plenty of thrusting. I can pleasure her tits and nipples this way. We’ve been at it for at least 30 minutes and I’m loving every second. The butt plug is still in me. Her favorite position is riding me cowgirl style. We switch to that and every time she pounds her pussy down onto my dick the butt plug massages my prostate.

I ask my wife to roll off of my cock and back onto the bed. She does and I get on my hands and knees in front of her.

I say, “Work my ass with the butt plug, please.”

She starts stroking my ass with the plug ever so slowly. I have my head on the silk sheets and my ass in the air for easy access. I ask her to do me faster and deeper. She does and the pleasure is through the roof. At this point I’ve had my nipples on fire with pleasure, my cock in my wife’s tight, sloppy wet pussy and now my ass feeling better than ever before.

I roll over and get back onto my wife. She is on her back first, but then I roll her over on her side. I’m behind her on my knees. I fuck her hard and fast. She is moaning and screaming. I cum the biggest load ever and fall to her side my heart racing. We both are content and love our lives together.

I love my wife and her attitude towards sex. We are older now, but it just gets better and better. I have no idea what is next, but I can’t wait to find out. We are heading to the Adult Toy store tonight to shop for adventure.

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The Convertible

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This couldn’t be more cool. A sunny day driving around with her older cousin Todd in his excellent convertible. She might have just turned eighteen, but she felt so grown up. Todd was almost twenty two. That was older than anyone she knew.

Pam brushed her hair out of her face. She liked the way he looked at her. It made her feel like he wanted her. It was weird to think something like that of her cousin, but he was a cute guy, after all.

She kept thinking about what Melanie told her when they were driving home from her boyfriend’s house. Somehow they started talking about guy’s things. Melanie called them cocks, but she said they were also called dicks or penises. Pam asked her about her boyfriend’s penis and Melanie told her something that surprised her.

“Todd’s is bigger,” she said.

Pam was confused. “Bigger? Does that mean it’s better?”

She nodded and grinned. “Bigger is always better.”

Now she was dying to see Todd’s thing. At the time she did not think to ask her cousin how she knew so much about her brother’s cock. As she thought about it, though, she decided she must have seen it accidentally one time or another.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the tail blew in the wind. She loved the feel of it on her face. She was wearing one of her brother’s old hockey jerseys with nothing underneath. Her breasts rubbed against the rough fabric, making her nipples tingle.

Todd drove to the lake and parked in a spot overlooking the water. Below and a short way up the shore some kids were swimming and a small sailboat drifted slowly on the water. The lake wasn’t very big. She could see the houses on the other side.

“So, when do you go home?” Todd said.

“Sunday. School starts again on Monday.”

Todd nodded. “Do you have a boyfriend now?”

“No,” Pam said. What was he getting at?

“Did you ever kiss a guy?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Did you ever …” he started to say.

“Ever what?”

“Did you ever see a guy’s dick?”

“Yes, I did. I even touched one, too,” Pam said. She could not help feeling smug.

Todd looked shocked and that pleased her.

“You sucked one? Who?”

“My boyfriend’s.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

“I had one. That was last year.”

Todd nodded with his jaw set firmly. Pam glanced down at his lap and was shocked. Standing up along his right leg in his jeans was a long, thick ridge, much bigger than the lump she had seen in Melanie’s boyfriend’s jeans. Melanie hadn’t lied. Todd’s penis was much larger.

“Did you ever let him touch you?” Todd said.

“Touch me?”

“Yeah. Like this.” Todd reached across the seat and his hand slithered between her thighs and under her skirt.

Pam gasped. Her thighs parted. Todd’s hand slipped up her leg to her crotch before she could squeeze them shut. The touch of his hand on the bare inside of her thigh was like an electric current shooting through her body.

His fingers quickly wiggled under her white cotton panties and touched her warm crotch. Pam was frozen to her seat. She never felt a man’s hand between her legs. Todd pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue forced her soft lips open and pushed into her mouth.

Pam moaned. Her breasts throbbed. She didn’t know what to do, so she stayed still with her knees apart and her cousin’s hand between her thighs. His fingers probed in places only she had ever touched, and it felt terrific. Should she let him touch her there? If she did anything he would stop, and she didn’t want that. So she met his tongue in her mouth with her tongue.

“You like that?” Todd whispered.

He rubbed a spot on her crotch and Pam groaned. She slumped against the door, feeling weak. Her legs were still spread and her mouth was still open, with a drop of saliva on her chin. She never felt anything so good in her life. Her chest was heaving when she looked at him again.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Todd said.

Pam nodded.

“You want me to do it again, don’t you?”

Pam nodded again. She would give anything if he would touch her like that again.

He looked down at her lap. “Take your panties off.”

Pam stared at him for a second, panting. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and pushed her panties down to her ankles. Her crotch was moist and warm. That only happened when she touched herself, and it always felt good. Todd’s hand felt so much better.

She sat back and spread her thighs. Todd stared at her crotch with a gleam in his eyes. Just being looked at like that made Pam tremble with excitement.

His hand brushed her thigh. Pam gasped. She could hardly stand the anticipation. As his fingers neared the soft mound between her legs she spread them wider, moaning.

Todd moved closer to her and she looked up at him. He leaned forward and kissed her. Pam pressed her hands into the seat and raised her pelvis toward his hand. His lips pressed gently on hers and his tongue searched in her mouth. Todd’s fingers pushed between bahis firmaları her delicate lips between her legs. Pam squealed. It was the best sensation she ever felt.

She put one arm around his neck and pulled him down. Her other hand squeezed the door handle. His finger wiggled up inside her so gently. She felt a slight twinge of pain, but the pleasure was so good. She thrust herself toward his hand.

Suddenly he broke away and sat on his end of the bench seat. She stared at him, feeling terribly disappointed. It seemed there had to be something more to what he was doing to her, although she had no idea what.

He was panting as hard as her. She glanced down at his crotch again. His hard penis was still there. She longed to take it out of his pants and touch it and kiss it and feel it in her mouth.

“You need someone to show you more about sex,” Todd said. His hand rubbed the ridge in his pants.

Pam looked away, pretending to be bashful.

“I’d like it if someone showed me how to do it.”

“What about me?” he asked.

She avoided him with her eyes. “You?”

“I’ll show you how.”

She looked at him. He was playing with the zipper on his jeans.

“You would?” Her eyes trailed down to his lap. She hoped he would give her permission to take out his penis.

“Sure,” he said, and took his hands away from his lap. “Go ahead.”

Pam stared at the ridge in his pants for a few seconds, working up the nerve to touch it. She reached across and put her hand lightly on his right knee. Todd sucked in a breath. Her fingers moved slowly toward the long ridge that stuck up in his pants. She could feel its shape and hardness through the fabric. She was breathing hard.

“Take it out,” Todd said. His voice was a choked whisper.

Pam undid his jeans and Todd lifted himself off the seat so she could push them down. His penis jumped out at her and she squealed. Todd sighed.

It stood up from his lap like a pole. Pam stared, fascinated by it. Todd’s was a lot like her old boyfriend’s, only much longer and much thicker. It had ridges and bumps and fat blue veins that ran just under the skin. Her eyes followed its length to his balls.

She reached out to touch it with her trembling hand. Todd groaned deep in his throat. Her fingers closed around it. The skin was burning, and the bone inside was as hard as a rock. She moved her hand up and down slowly. Todd groaned again. His head tilted back.

“It’s so hot,” Pam said in a soft voice. “What should I do?”

“I think you should kiss it.”

Pam turned her eyes up to him. She was crouched on her knees over his lap with one hand around his penis and one hand around his balls. He was staring down at her with excited eyes. She leaned forward, squeezed the shaft of his penis tightly, closed her eyes, and pressed her red lips to the round head. The feel of the spongy head on her soft lips sent a shiver through her body.

“Oh yeah,” Todd said with a groan.

He must have liked that. Pam kissed it again and he groaned again. She liked the way she could have such an effect on him, and she liked the feel of his penis in her hands and against her lips.

“Stick your tongue in that hole on the end. That’s where my stuff comes out.”

Her brows crossed. Stuff? What stuff? What came out? She stared at the tiny slit at the end. How could anything come out of that? Still trying to figure out what he meant, she poked her tongue out and licked the slit.

Todd sighed. “Oh yeah. Lick it again.”

Giggling, Pam licked the slit again, then the whole head. She ran her tongue up the side of the shaft and she stroked it in her small hand.

“Now suck it,” Todd said in a deep, rough voice. His hand pressed on the back of her neck.

His sudden roughness startled her. He wasn’t hurting her, but he held her down firmly and mashed the head of his penis against her lips. She whimpered. He was scaring her.

His hand pushed her head down harder. The head of his penis forced her lips apart. She opened her mouth all the way and Todd forced his penis in. It stretched her jaw wide and jammed her tongue to the back of her throat, making her gag. She squirmed under his grip, but somehow she was excited. Her private area felt warm and moist and tingly, like it did when she touched herself in bed.

“Now move your head up and down,” Todd said, his voice a growl. His strong hand eased its grip to let her head come up, then gripped her firmly again to force her head back down.

She moved her head reluctantly, gagging and choking under Todd’s grip, and becoming more and more excited. The head of his penis rubbed over her tongue and touched the back of her throat. It was the biggest thing she ever had in her mouth and felt like it would to strangle her. She squeezed her lips around it and moved her head up and down as much as she could, although Todd tried to force his penis deeper into her mouth than she wanted.

“Do it faster,” Todd said, his voice a hiss. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Make kaçak iddaa him come? What did that mean? He released his hold of her neck and Pam was sucking him all on her own, moving her head and her hands up and down rapidly. She loved the feel of his huge, hard thing filling her mouth, but she was confused by what he had said. Where was she going to make him come from?

“Oh god … Oh god,” Todd moaned.

Pam turned her eyes up to his face while she concentrated on sucking him. Todd looked like he was in tremendous pain. She should stop and make sure he was okay. She would hate to find out she was hurting him.

Then Todd grunted. His butt lifted off the seat. His muscles became very tight. His penis throbbed in her mouth, and suddenly some kind of warm, thick fluid was pouring down her throat. She squealed, but her voice was muffled by the penis. She took it out of her mouth to cough, and while she was looking at the tiny slit at the tip of the head, a huge glob of white stuff shot out of it and hit her on the face.

Pam screamed. Another glob of the stuff shot out and hit her upper lip. Most of it went into her mouth. Pam tried to get away, but the next shot hit her on the neck. She was too shocked to scream, holding the penis away like a snake that had bit her. More of that white stuff dribbled out of the tiny hole and ran down the side of the shaft, covering her hands.

Pam didn’t know what to do. It was all over her face and hands and in her mouth and on her neck and leg and dripped down her chest, and she didn’t even know what it was. He said the hole was where his stuff came out. Was that what he meant by his stuff? And did she made it come out, like he said?

“What is it?” she mumbled, trying to speak with her mouth full.

“It’s my cum. You made me cum.”

Pam spit it out and wiped her mouth with the part of her wrist that wasn’t already covered.

“What’s come?” she said.

Todd chuckled. Pam felt humiliated.

“It’s my sperm. It’s what makes a baby.”

Pam felt a moment of panic. “Will I have a baby now?”

Todd laughed again. Pam couldn’t understand why he was laughing. He handed her a handkerchief to wipe her hands.

“No, don’t be silly. You won’t get pregnant unless I cum in your pussy.”

Pam felt confused again and hated not knowing what he was talking about.

“My pussy?” she said. She couldn’t imagine him putting that white stuff on a cat, even if she had one.

“Your pussy,” Todd said. He reached between her legs and touched her mound. “Here. This is your pussy. This is where babies come from.” He wiped up some of his stuff with his finger. “And this is the sperm that makes babies.”

He held it up for her, but she cringed away. She had enough of it in her mouth and didn’t like the taste.

Pam cleaned her hands and face and wiped up the droplets of sperm from her chest and leg. She could have a baby. All she had to do was make Todd’s penis come in her pussy. The only thing was, she didn’t understand how a thing as big as Todd’s penis was supposed to go in her pussy. She looked down between her legs. It looked way too small.

When her hands were clean she handed the handkerchief to Todd and he cleaned his penis. Pam was tempted to ask him to put it in her pussy, but didn’t know what words to use.

“We should get back home,” Todd said, and started to pull up his jeans. “My Mom’s gonna have dinner ready for us soon.”

Pam saw her only chance disappearing and tried to think fast. She turned sideways and put her feet up on the seat, leaning back against the door. She smiled at Todd and let her knees fall apart.

He looked at her suspiciously. “What are you up to?”

“I want you to lick me now,” she said, trembling with excitement as she spoke the words.

His eyebrows arched up. He looked shocked, and for a moment she was afraid he might be angry. Then his face softened into a smile and he leaned toward her.

“You deserve to get licked,” he said as he lowered his face close to hers and kissed her. She put her hand around his neck, teasing her fingers in his hair, and kissed him back. His body lay between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, and it was a delightful feeling.

One of Todd’s hands slipped under the hockey jersey. His fingers touched her nipple. Pam moaned into his mouth. Her knees squeezed against his sides. Todd pushed the jersey up. Her breasts fit in the palm of his hand with pointy, pink nipples at the tip. Todd leaned down and licked her nipple and Pam gasped. An incredible tingling sensation shot through her body from her nipple.

“Oh, Todd,” Pam moaned as she squirmed under him. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut. It felt so good she wanted to burst. The more he licked the weaker she felt until she was limp and whimpering beneath him.

His tongue and lips left her nipple. She felt the cool air on the saliva on her skin. He moved between her legs and she opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He was moving down, lowering his head to her warm, kaçak bahis private area. Pam’s chest heaved. She felt Todd’s breath on her bare belly and in the few fine hairs on her mound.

He kissed her. She whimpered. His tongue came out and licked her. Pam closed her eyes and sighed. Her lower lip quivered. His tongue moved around her pussy and she especially loved it when he pushed the tip of it inside, where his fingers had been. He licked a certain spot down there he had touched with his fingers that thrilled her. When he licked it over and over she felt like she would explode. Pleasure rolled through her body in waves, building and building until she couldn’t take it any more, then she was exploding.

Her small body writhed and bucked. She was screaming out loud, but all she noticed was the light of the explosions behind her eyes and the heavy waves of pleasure that crashed through her body.

When it was over she lay still, breathing hard. That was what was missing, when he was rubbing her with his fingers and quit before it was finished. She opened her eyes and looked at Todd, smiling. This was what it was all about, she had no doubt. She wanted to feel that again and many times, and if she didn’t have Todd to do it to her she would find a guy, she decided.

Todd was on his hands and knees between her legs. She could see between his legs. His beautiful long penis hung straight down and looked very hard.

“Don’t get up yet,” Todd said. He had his hand on her pussy.

“What are you gonna do?” Pam said, her voice quivering.

He moved up so her spread legs were around his hips. “I’m gonna take your virginity,” he said.

Pam gasped. Todd took his penis in his hand and suddenly she knew what he was going to do. He was going to put it in her pussy. As he raised his penis and pointed the head at her tiny pussy, she bit her lower lip and whimpered. She was filled with fear and anticipation at the same time. His fingers pushed the lips of her pussy apart and he pushed the head of his thing against them. Pam giggled.

“That feels funny,” she said.

He pressed himself forward. She watched the head of his penis disappear inside her pussy and she gasped. It was a strange sensation of being spread open. He pushed it a little deeper. She felt a twinge of pain and gasped again.

“That hurts a little bit,” Pam said in a meek whisper. The pain was a concern. She didn’t want it to hurt. She wanted it to feel good. He pushed again and she winced. It was hurting more.

“I think it’s too big,” she said, hoping he would reconsider, but he didn’t. He pressed forward until his penis came up against something inside her pussy that stopped it. Todd hesitated and Pam sighed with relief that he wasn’t going to cause her more pain. She was shaking. The pain of her pussy being stretched eased slightly.

Todd shoved his hips forward. Pam felt something tear inside her, followed by a searing pain, and she screamed.

“Ow! Todd, stop. It hurts,” she cried.

Tears rained from the corners of her eyes. She tried to move her legs or push him off, but he was too big. Todd ignored her. She couldn’t understand how he could be so mean or why he would want to hurt her so badly.

“Hold on,” he said. He shoved more of his penis into her pussy and she screamed in pain again.

She was sobbing and screaming and pushing on his chest and his penis was still sliding into her. His hips pushed her legs farther apart. She was pinned under him and felt helpless to his assault. She was confused and hurt and angry at him for doing this to her.

“Take it out. Take it out, please,” she pleaded as she sobbed. Her eyes blurred with tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Finally, Todd stopped pushing, but the pain did not ease.

“It’s in now,” he said, wiping the tears from her cheek.

“Why?” Pam sobbed, her chest heaving. “Why did you do this to me?”

“We’re making love,” Todd said in a soothing voice. His hips moved slowly back and forth. “Don’t you want me to make love to you?”

“But … it hurts,” Pam sobbed, and winced in pain when his hips moved forward and pushed his penis a bit deeper into her body.

“It always hurts for a girl the first time.”

The sharp pain began to ease, if only slightly, but she was still angry at him for hurting her. She stared up at him with a scowl on her face, sniffling. Her crying had stopped except for the pools of tears in her eyes and her shuddering breath.

Gradually, she began to notice a new sensation, one she felt over the occasional twinge of pain. It was the sensation of Todd’s thick penis sliding in and out of her pussy. She began to concentrate on that sensation while she stared up into his eyes. It felt strange at first, then she began to like it. The pain was fading rapidly, replaced by a deep, lusting ache deep in her belly.

He was doing it. They were making love. Pam began to respond. Her breathing became heavier. Her nipples tingled. She started to like the feel of his penis moving in and out of her body.

Todd’s hips moved faster. His eyes were locked with hers; she could not tear herself away. Pam moaned in shallow, rapid breaths. Her small hands stopped trying to push him off and stroked his sides.

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The Event (The Survivalist Theory)

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Author’s Note: I kicked this one out quick, so it’s probably loaded with errors, but I’m in the process of editing a beast of a story, so this will have to do for now. This one’s pretty wacky and can certainly have more chapters, so I might poke at it here and there in the future if people want. Enjoy!

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The Event happened, coincidentally, on Valentine’s Day of 2018. A meteor smashed into the Nevada Desert, sending a rippling effect that stretched the globe. It left a green, foggy haze hanging in the atmosphere and took several days before finally evaporating. However, there was no escaping it while it was in the air. Everyone had been infected.

This may sound crazy to any future civilization reading this, but I assure you, everything is true.

The moment The Event took place, rumors spread of people dying off from unknown carcinogens or turning into zombies. If only we had been so lucky. It was about a week after the haze lifted when some people began experiencing the effects of The Event. At first, we weren’t sure how to handle it.

Men were fucking women in the streets at random, ravaging whomever they pleased. Even the police and community leaders engaged in this behavior; the only ones that didn’t were the children and young adults. In fact, we discovered it didn’t affect adults until they reached the age of 24 or 25, sort of a second puberty as it were.

Within two weeks it was happening to all adults, myself included. We simply had no control over it. When the mood to fuck strikes, we must, and we’ll grab the nearest partner we find. Even gay men fuck women when they experience an “episode,” as there is no other way to describe it. The women, perhaps surprised at first when this first started, never objected though. They were willing sluts to every man’s desire.

It took a month more before society realized we were going to have to live with this condition. Humankind is resilient, even when faced with insurmountable problems. Everyone went back to work and resumed life as usual, albeit with the constant, random fucking. It was consensual, if sometimes awkward, as often it occurred in public places, sometimes between people who hated each other. Divorce Court could get very interesting, for instance.

It wasn’t until the Spring of 2019 that we realized no one was getting pregnant from these consummations. Not one single pregnancy. It seemed the haze had made us sterile, yet we weren’t in the technical standards. Fertility tests became mandatory and by all accounts, everyone was healthy. The vast majority tested virile, statistically the same as before The Event.

It was I who hypothesized the Survivalist Theory. I’ll recount the time I first introduced this theory to the International Science Board. It had been three years since The Event and I was a guest at their annual conference. I was on stage, fucking the hostess as she leaned over the podium, allowing me to angle my cock deep inside her.

I spoke loudly and clearly, “It is my theory that The Event triggered a biological inhibitor in our brain or body that in some way prevents pregnancies from occurring. We are by all other accounts, able to reproduce. Fertility tests prove this. I think, in fact, The Event was an attack on our entire species. Whether intentional or not, it is irrelevant. The result is the same. Nature is seeking göztepe escort an answer to this crisis.”

I continued, bending the hostess over a bit further. “Humans are built for survival. In fact, we are the ultimate survivalists. I think there may be a ‘perfect match’ out there; a couple that can cancel the effects of this infertility caused by The Event. In essence, nature is trying to find a vaccine, and because the odds are so against, we are racing against time. Somehow, we subconsciously understand that we must find this match, hence society has granted these actions permissible.”

I began pumping the hostess even harder and she squealed in response. The audience was captivated by either my speech or actions, I was unsure.

“Considering it’s been three years now and no one has yet been impregnated, we can only assume finding a perfect match is exceptionally small. With each passing year that we don’t find a match, I believe our actions will only occur more often.”

I unloaded my semen inside the woman and she began quivering. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten against my cock as she climaxed. At least I pleased them when I fucked them, I thought. Some guys weren’t as lucky.

I pulled my pants back up and faced the audience. “This means, ladies and gentlemen, that we should consider sending thousands of men and women across the globe mingling with new people. The reason? People tend to stay tethered to areas. Initiating a program to increase our odds in finding this perfect match is the best course of action.”

A deep voice boomed from the back of the room, “You want to create a ‘Sex Coalition,’ you’re suggesting?”

I squinted to see who was speaking, but because so many lights were on me, I could only make out that he was being straddled by a middle-aged woman with fairly large breasts and wide hips. They bounced as she rode him.

“I suppose so, yes.”

“And who would lead this coalition?” asked the man.

All eyes were on me. “I… uh… I guess I could do it.” I hadn’t even thought about it, actually.

“I’ll fund it myself!” he boomed. Even from the back, everyone in the theatre recognized he was cumming as he unloaded into the woman, who was now moaning in pleasure. She continued slamming down on his still-hard cock.

After the presentation, it was discovered the man speaking was Cameron Davis, a multi-billionaire tech mogul. True to his word, he funded every penny of the massive, global project.

It was only two weeks later, following the conference, that I found myself heading up the team and beginning what was essentially, a new career. We were getting ready for our first trip while I was allowing my new secretary, Janice, to suck my cock. She had only been with me a few days, but I liked her a lot. Curvy, and professional, it was clear she would make my life easier.

I was reviewing a report, but felt an episode coming on, so allowing Janice to lick the tip of my penis would help prepare her for the inevitable fucking.

We kicked off our campaign with a messaging mission, announcing our purpose to the world. It was educational, explaining the Survivalist Theory to the world. It also served as a plea for volunteers, while proposing that all people should embrace the episodes, rather than treating them as inconveniences. Enjoying sex kurtköy escort was critical in increasing odds of pregnancy, even before The Event took place. We wanted people to make it a point to try to get pregnant.

“So you said my mother was stopping by the office today, before we head out for London?” I asked, looking down at my secretary.

Janice stopped licking, but held my cock firmly in her right hand.

“Yes, the plane doesn’t leave until 3:30 and she said she might have to come before noon, depending on her schedule.”

“Damn it, I told her not to come between 11 and 1, ever. I almost always have an attack around that time.”

By now, Janice was well aware of this fact, as this was our eight go-round since she started working with me a few days ago. My routine was beginning to show: first thing in the morning, sometime between 11 and 1, and right after dinner. She swallowed my cock deep, and I felt it thicken in her throat. I quickly bent her over, lifting her skirt, revealing her bare ass. I dove my fingers into her.

“You really do have a very nice cock, Doctor. I don’t mind you using me. However, I am eager to move forward with this trip so we can discover if your theory of survival is accurate. We’ll fuck so many strangers! I’m not yet sure I feel about it, yet I am hopeful.”

“Well, once we get to London, we have a three-week window to select 1200 of their finest men and women to come back to America with us and mingle for six weeks. We’ll repeat this challenge from country to country. If need be, we’ll double or triple efforts in the future.”

I shot my load inside her, making sure to hold it in tight. It wouldn’t be too long before the two of us probably wouldn’t find the time to fuck each other. I wanted to take every opportunity to increase the odds of impregnating her, should we be the perfect match.

A few hours later, nearing 1 o’clock, I still hadn’t experienced another episode. Janice came in at noon and stripped down to nothing, spreading her legs before me, perhaps hoping to trigger an attack, but to no avail. We worked diligently, checking off our lists and reviewing our schedules. At 1:10, I was suddenly hit with the urge and walked over to Janice, turning her over and going straight for the finish. I was hoping to get it over with before Mom showed up. She usually wasn’t late.

We had just started to get into it when Mom and Cindy came barging in. Cindy was a successful attorney for being so young. She was also my twin sister. Ever since the first time I filled her pussy with my cum, we only communicated by phone or text. Personally, I didn’t want to risk getting off on watching her bounce those spectacular breasts in my face again. No matter the insatiable drive to fuck, I still knew what we were doing was kind of gross. Yet nature took over, as it were, and we fucked until I came inside her. After that, Cindy and I agreed to eliminate the risk of it happening again and kept our distance.

“Damn it, I was hoping I would never see that cock again,” said Cindy as she straddled in. The cab driver was fucking Cindy in the ass, probably until he was ready to release his load inside her pussy. We always ended in their pussies.

Mom walked over to Janice and asked, “How many times has he fucked you today?”

“Just once, ma’am, earlier this morning” pendik escort she responded.

“Well, I can take over. I need to have a word with my son.”

Mom stripped out of her bra and panties and bent over. Her breasts were hanging and her pussy enticing me to do my business. I obliged.

“So you know, I waited until after 1, even though I could have been here earlier,” said Mom.

“I know,” I said, pumping slowly.

“You said…”

“I know.”

“Well, I just wanted to see you before you left, really. I wanted you to know that your father and I are rooting for you. I had to beg Cindy to come and see you. Since it’s only for a few minutes, I convinced her it was unlikely something like this would happen. Guess I was wrong.”

Right now, Cindy was bent over accepting the gift the driver was donating. Her tits had slipped out of her top and they were just as nice as I remembered. It didn’t take me long to climax inside my mom while enjoying the view.

“Thank you, dear,” she said. “Why don’t you put that huge cock away and let Cindy and you catch up. You haven’t seen each other in so long.”

“Of course, Mom,” I said.

Moments later, Cindy and were having a sibling moment and began to say our good-byes. Mom, standing before us with cum still dripping out of her pussy, wiped a tear from her eye.

“I am so glad you got to see each other,” said Mom. “I know this whole thing has been terrible… for everyone… but no mother wants to see their children grow distant.”

“Tell you what, Mom. When we get back, we’ll all have dinner together. Is that okay with you, Cindy?”

“Yes, of course. It’s stupid what we agreed to, Tim. I miss you.”

We had always been a close family before The Event and it had certainly taken its toll on our family dynamic.

Janice spoke up. “You could always have me come along when you guys get together. That is, if you want.”

“Why would you do that?” asked Mom.

“Well, if Tim gets an episode, I could be his slut. You don’t have to worry about awkward situations.

“I suppose that would be fine with me if that’s what Cindy wants,” I said. “What are your thoughts, Mom?”

“It’s okay by me,” she said.

“Oh please,” said Cindy. “It’s not necessary. Are you two a couple or something?” Cindy winked at me.

“No, afraid not,” I said. “Janice is smoking hot, but probably not my type, right?”

“Well, I do have a boyfriend,” Janice said.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” said Cindy. “I just want to see my brother again. Promise we’ll stop avoiding each other when you get back?”

“You got it, sis,” I said.

“I have a better idea,” said Mom.

We all turned to her.

“Why don’t you go with them?” Mom asked, looking at Cindy. “Your legal services would benefit the project, too. In fact, I know they would. I spoke personally with Mr. Davis and he’s agreed to take you on.”

Silence. What Mom dropped was a bombshell. To go from avoiding each other for months to being intimately involved in the same work was a stark difference.

“Mom, you never cease to amaze me. You planned this all along, didn’t you?” Cindy was laughing as she asked.

Mom smiled slyly. She always was crafty. Growing up, every birthday, Cindy and I were subjected to elaborate experiences. Once, she took us to a concert to see our favorite band, when she had us convinced we were going to a funeral. Not only that, we met the band backstage.

“Well, I’m okay with it, of course,” I said. “What do you say, Cindy? Want to join this adventure?

“Guess I better get packed.”

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The End of High School Ch. 08

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Jim and I decided to go down and eat out by the pool. On the way we passed the jewelry store. Our salesman was standing in the doorway and he shook hands with Jim and asked if we’d been doing any thinking about the rings.

“Well, they sure are pretty and I’m sure the price is good. It’s just a lot of money right now”

“It’s good to see you two again, have a nice stay.”

We continued out to the bar and placed our orders. Christine was working and she introduced us to Mr. Porter, her boss.

“It’s nice to meet some of our customers. How do you like the resort?”

“Oh, wow! This place is wonderful”

“Yeah, it’s so luxurious. Everything is so plush and the people are always there to help.”

“That’s right! It’s like all of the staff is really interested in how we’re doing and wants us to be happy.”

“I’m happy to hear that. We like our staff to be attentive to everyone’s needs.”

“Well, they are. I bet it’s a fun place to work, too.”

“We try to keep it that way.”

“That’s good because I bet it’s tough to have to keep finding new people.”

“That’s right. We have some openings right now and it will probably take some time to find the right people. Enjoy your stay and, if you need anything at all, call me.” He gave us his card: Doug Porter, Executive Manager, Hotel and Resort. Wow!

Christine brought our food and we told her about talking to her neighbors. She got excited along with us. Jim and I discussed various things about the job and kept coming up with new ideas.

Just as we were about to go Christine came back over and said Mr. Porter likes us and he wants us to go to the personnel office and interview for some job openings. One is on the front desk and another is for a bellboy position but also room service and helping out with the conferences. These sounded like good jobs and we’d have fun, too.

The interview only took about 45 minutes, they did us both together, and at the end explained some of the benefits. There is a 401K, paid medical, dental, vacations, holidays, raises after 6 months and annually, something where they give you up to 12% of your salary extra if you put in that much of yours. There was so much it all started to run together. They told us that in our first six months we could expect to make between $19,000 and $23,000 and it would go up from there. And that doesn’t include the tips. Mr. Porter, apparently, started in another of their hotels and moved up the line until he was manager of this one! Oh, they have a program where they will move you to another hotel for a cultural swap.

Our heads were swimming with all this new information. It was already after dinner time and we were hungry, already after dinner time and we were hungry, tired from the sun, the exercise and all the anticipation of learning maltepe escort about the exciting job offers. We passed Mom and Dad in the hallway, they were coming from the elevators and we, well, we hadn’t even thought about where we were headed.

“Say, kids, we were just about to call you. It ran late this afternoon but we’re going to have an early evening tonight. Do you still want to talk about those job offers?”

“Oh, yeah! We’ve got so much to tell you.”

“We’ll be back up here around 9:30-10, will you be here then?”

We looked at each other. “I’m sure we will, Dad. Right now we’re pretty exhausted. I think we’re going to hit the hot tub, order some food and go to bed early.”

“But, please, please wake us if we’re not up when you get there.”

We all hugged and kissed and went on up to the room.

I had my blouse unbuttoned when we stepped off the elevator and was naked before the door could close behind us. “Babe, I am so hungry now! Would you order me two of everything!”

“Hello, room service. Please deliver 4 of everything to our room.” Jim was pretending to talk to them while he got undressed.

Meanwhile I started the hot tub going. I poured in a packet of the Waterfall Flowers scent and slipped in. When Jim finished telling room service what we really did want, and it included a couple pitchers of mai tai’s, he slipped in beside me. We both put an arm around each other’s back and just stretched out enjoying the bubbles and the smell of flowers.

“I sure hope Mom and Dad let us do this.”

“It’ll be kinda weird, neither of us have been away from home for that long before.”

“That’s what’ll make it fun. We’ll be learning all this together.”

“Well, Mom’s kinda worried about us. She thinks we see too much of each other.”

“It doesn’t bother me at all! I love seeing your boobs and pussy! God, you were so hot the other night fucking that guy at the party!” Jim reached over with his other hand and started caressing my boob and we started making out. This was more intense than anything I had ever experienced, even more than my Orgasm in here. The way it was headed I was about to have another.

A knock on the door brought us to the real world.

“Come on in.”

“Room service.”

“Just bring the cart over here by the hot tub.”

I hadn’t seen this guy before but he was very polite and didn’t stare. Not even when I stood to get a look at the food. Apparently he’d seen a lot of action working here. Besides, if we were this casual, I’m sure other people were, too. Besides, it sure got me hotter when people saw me having sex and, at the moment, Jim was running his hands up and down my thighs to my pussy. The guy gave Jim a towel to dry his hand so he could sign the ticket.

“Thank you, sir. Have a tuzla escort nice evening.” He was gone.

Jim had ordered a crab salad, island lime grilled chicken, pasta with pesto sauce and key lime pie and chocolate decadence cake. After eating in the hot tub we decided to take it to the bed where it would be easier to hold the plates and everything without getting it all soggy. Of course, my pussy was still soggy. It became a game for us to clean up each other’s mess. I was first and dropped some salad dressing on the side of my boob. Jim made a big deal about wiping it off with his fingers and then licking them. He dropped a piece of crabmeat on his thigh and when I leaned for it his dick was poking me in the ear and side of my face. Of course that made him get hard. I dropped a piece of crabmeat on my boob and he started sucking it off. While he did that I kept drizzling the juice from the salad there and frigged my clit with the handle from my fork. We managed to finish the dinner but we were both messy. I mean we were covered with bits of food and sauce all over our bodies. In spite of our best efforts his tummy and above his dick was covered with chocolate and my thighs and nipples had key lime pie on them and our faces were a mess. I think we engaged in the messiest kiss ever licking each other clean. When we got out of the shower it was almost 9 PM.

“Babe, they’ll be here soon, I think we should clean this up.”

“I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge out there in case we get the munchies and you clean up the bed.”

“Can you imagine how busted we’d have been if they came in a while ago?”

“Especially when I had to extract that piece of pasta!”

“I’m going to put on those new pj shorts you got me.”

“Hey, kewl! I’ll put on my new nightie. At least I’ll be wearing something and they won’t be able to get mad at us being naked together.” It was a baby blue fly-away nightie with one little button just below my boobs. The panties were loose and ruffled. Both were sheer so, if pressed against my skin, you could all of my details.

Mom called just then so see if they could come to our room.

JIm answered the door when they got there and poured them some of the leftover mai tai’s from the fridge.

“I’m glad we caught you tonight.”

“Yeah, we just got out of the tub. Jim ordered room service.”

“Well, we wanted to talk to you about that, too.”

“I promise, we’ll pay you back if you think we spent too much.”

“Um, no, it’s not that.”

“Oh?”

“Kids, your mom and I think you are getting entirely too familiar with each other.”

“But, Daddy! It wasn’t our idea to come here and all.”

“And there’s only so much privacy you can have like this.”

“I know but, can’t you be a bit more modest with each other?”

“And maltepe escort do you have to bathe together???”

“Oh, Mom! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other before.”

“Yeah, and when we get our jobs and live in the guesthouse we’ll be sleeping together there. And we’re OK with it.”

“Kids, your mom and I are worried you might be going too far.”

“Daddy, we’re being careful.”

“Yes, don’t worry. Besides, we have news for you!”

“Calm down. What is it?”

“They offered us jobs here!!!”

“But what about college?”

“Mom, Dad, this will all work out.”

“Yeah, with us getting free room and board at the Wentzler’s and working here, in a couple years we’ll have enough money put aside to pay all our college costs.”

“You know how much we save money? Right?”

“Yes, but are you sure you want to put off college that long?”

“I dunno. I haven’t really chosen my major yet and, seeing this place and all the benefits, I’m not sure I want to do that now.”

We talked together for the next hour or so about the resort jobs, the benefits and the Wentzler’s and the crazy schedules.

“Well, we’ve spoken with Mr. Porter and explained about watching the house and . . .”

“Yeah, and we talked to the Wentzler’s and they don’t see why we have to be at the house all the time. They understand the work schedules at the resort and think it’s great.”

“And, Mom, when they’re home, too, I can help her out with the kids and start learning to take care of little ones!”

“Well, don’t get too excited about that. You have to meet a guy and marry him before you start thinking of kids.”

“I know Mom. I’m just saying.”

“Well, do you want to tell them, or shall I?”

“You can, dear.”

“Kids, your mom and I have decide if this is what you really want to do . . .”

“Oh, Daddy, it is!!! I leaned over and gave him the biggest hug. Jim hugged Mom, too.

“OK, But! You have to promise to save some money and don’t spend it on little stuff.”

“Oh, Dad, I promise. I’ve started planning and I’ll only buy things that last and only if we really need it.”

“And take advantage of their benefits plans. It sounds like a great place to work and I wish I had that available to me when I started my carreer.”

“Jen, this is gonna be so awesome!” We looked at each other and couldn’t help kissing each other, full on the mouth, in utter joy.

“Now this is what we’re talking about.”

“Right, you two should not be acting like this together.”

“Well, we’re just so excited. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah! Thanks Dad. And Mom.” I kissed them both, on the cheek. Jim was caressing my bare back out of happiness. They kinda noticed and frowned a little.

“I think it’s too late to call the Wentzler’s but we’ll run over there in the morning to let ’em know.”

“Yeah, and we’ll tell Mr. Porter.”

“Oh, and we’ll go back home with you to get some clothes and our PC’s and ohter stuff we need to move in and set up housekeeping!”

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Me , Katie in the Caribbean Ch. 02

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Chapter 2 – Me, Katie and the Couples massage:

Katie is a friend of my wife and I, in Chapter 1 of this series ‘Me & Katie in the Caribbean’ you can read about how I ended up on holiday with Katie instead of Penny, and how we’d been getting to know each other better over the holiday so far…

We’d been given a voucher for a free 1 hour couples massage when we’d arrived at the hotel, so one afternoon we went to the Spa to cash it in just before our 4pm appointment. The spa marketed itself as a ‘palace of peace and tranquility’ and it certainly lived up to the billing when we stepped through the door; the Air Con was quiet and powerful so the place was cool, the trickle from the water feature and soothing music was designed to slow the heart rate, and the staff’s hushed tones at the reception desk was definitely different to the bubbly persona of the front desk staff. I handed over the voucher to the girl behind reception whose name tag said ‘Maz’.

I’m terrible with guessing ages but to me Maz looked about 21, she was slightly curvy with a little puppy fat on her, but her ass was huge and bosom was plentiful, all her assets were on display as her crisp white ‘scrubs’ style uniform tunic was at least one size too small for her. Her ample breasts were pushed together so tightly there was no cleavage gap – just a crease as her two fabulous melons met.

As she led us through to the massage rooms the only additional noise was the slight squeak and noise of her flip-flops on the tiled floor. I could just make out the red lacy trim of her panties as they poked out of the top of her white yoga pants and the shadow of the black material as it disappeared down towards her crack.

Inside the room there were 2 massage tables spaced about a metre apart, the room wasn’t dark but the lighting was soft and low, with the same music playing as we’d heard in reception. There was a bookshelf with the oils and several sets of rocks, the kind you see stacked in artsy canvas prints in reception waiting areas; to be honest I think they were the exact same ones that there was a picture of in the Spa’s reception area. Maz handed us each a towel and asked us to get undressed and lay face down on the tables. We’d gotten used to be naked around each other so it was no big deal to just strip right down and get ourselves ready.

When Maz came back in she was joined by her colleague Jasmine. Jasmine looked a bit older than Maz, maybe 25 or 26. She had a very curvy figure and seemed to have the same tunic as Maz but Jasmine was also wearing the matching trousers rather than the tight fitting yoga pants that Maz was wearing.

Maz collected a bottle of oil and went over to Katie; she leaned in close to her:

“Sweetie, just holler if I’m pressing to hard or you don’t like something. I’m told my hands are magical but at times they can be a little rough.”

Katie lifted herself slightly out of the face hole in the table and said, “You won’t need to worry about me, I get a sports massage every week after I ride my horse. You can go as deep as you want.”

As Katie got herself back into position Jasmine wandered over to my table and asked with more than a hint of playfulness:

“Do you like it rough as well sir?”

“Ha, no thanks,” I said, “I’m a real Jessie when it comes to rub-downs, just give me the nice and relaxing basics and I’m good.”

“Pity…” she said quietly as she adjusted my towel to gain unrestricted access to my back, it had been covering me from my shoulders to the back of my knees but was now neatly folded at the very base of my lower back without exposing my arse. I couldn’t see Katie as all I could see through the face hole in my massage table were Jasmine’s feet but I assumed Katie and Maz had started in the same way.

The massage was fantastic, so slow and relaxing, I could feel myself drifting off slightly and then being re-awoken when Jasmine’s skilful hands moved my body into a slightly different position, I thought we’d been there for hours but when we were asked to turn over I could see from the oversized clock on the far wall it had only been 40 minutes.

My towel was safe and secure across my groin and I’d seen Katie’s when I turned over, hers was also protecting the modesty that she didn’t actually possess – just as I’d expected from a spa on-site at a top hotel.

Jasmine had rested my hand on her shoulder as she worked on each of my arms, I could tell she got a kick out of being great at her job; I was so relaxed I was like putty in her hands, she could have folded me in half and I’d have just sighed some more. She’d worked my Pecs and stomach slightly harder, and whilst my nipples had stiffened under her touch, my cock was almost as sleepy as I was. I say almost; I think it’s impossible for any guy to get a massage in a room with three great looking women and not be slightly aroused but I wasn’t sporting a tented towel or anything.

With about 10 minutes to go in our hour, the ladies were working on our feet in perfect unison when the mobile phone in Jasmine’s maltepe escort pocket flashed and vibrated discreetly. She placed my foot back down and left the room for a moment. When she came back in she looked more than a little flustered as she whispered into Maz’s ear, the spa girls shared a quick hug and Maz came back over to me. She was about to restart with my feet when I sat up and asked her what was wrong.

“It’s nothing sir, let’s get back to it.”

“I don’t know you but I can see you’re upset, what’s going on?”

“It’s my son – he’s hurt his ankle falling off his bike coming home from school.”

“What are you still doing here then? You should go check he’s OK.”

“He’ll have to wait, I can’t leave until the spa closes at 6pm.”

“Why not, surely if you need to go you need to go?”

“It’s not that Mr B, if I go they’ll dock my pay and I can’t be having that, not this week.”

I carefully got up from my table and went over to my shorts which were neatly in a pile in the corner. I took out my wallet and gave her the tip that she’d deserved for a thoroughly great massage, I told her that the massage was amazing and she’d done more than enough in the hour that 10 minutes wasn’t a problem. I also asked Maz to put us down for another 1 hour couples massage, that way Jasmine would have had to have been around until 6pm even if someone ‘thought’ they’d seen her running off early.

Jasmine looked at me and smiled, she gave me a bear hug squashing her bosom into my bare chest. I felt a bit self-conscious stood there wearing only a towel but mercifully the hug was short, then Jasmine scurried out of the room.

“That’s really good of you guys, but we were the only two in the spa today, so I can only massage one of you for the extra hour,” Maz said.

“That’s cool,” I said, “Katie looks like she’s having a nice massage and mine was great too. I’m sure we can each have you for 30 mins each if that’s OK?”

They both smiled at me and nodded; I got myself back onto my table and lay on my side so I could watch Maz work on Katie’s athletic body. I think Maz wondered if I was going to get bored waiting for my turn but I was very happy watching the professional way she manipulated Katie’s body, I also really enjoyed looking at the level of bliss that was radiating from Katie as she lay there. Her regular sports massage back home was not going to feel anywhere near as good next week.

“I’d have this done every day if I could,” said Katie, “You need to learn some of Maz’s skills!”

“If it means I get to massage you, I’ll book a course as soon as we get home.”

“You wanna learn now?” Maz asked, “After what you just did for Jas, I’d be happy to show you some techniques, the first hour’s up so I’ve pretty much done her everywhere.”

I didn’t need to ask Katie if she was OK with it, I could tell by the look on her face that this was just about to get fun!

I wrapped my towel tightly round my waist so it would stay nice and secure and wandered over to Katie’s table and stood alongside Maz, who’d got the bottle of oil ready for me.

I held my hands out and she placed a small drop into each palm. She worked it into my skin firmly as our hands danced around each other until they were lightly covered and warmed up.

“That’s lesson 1, too much oil is bad for a proper massage, you need enough to let your hands glide but you still want some friction, it warms the skin and the muscle underneath.”

“Got it, so where do we start?” I enquired.

“I was about to do Mrs B’s shoulders so we’ll start there.”

I stood on one side of the table and Maz was on the other, I was mimicking her movements as best I could as we worked on the shoulder joint itself, and then onto Katie’s clavicles. Our hands were moving slowly with purpose, and Katie was quick with the compliments.

“This is the first time I’ve had a ‘4 hand’ massage, it’d great so far, I’ll recommend you for a job as a spa if you get bored of your office.”

“I’d happily pay to do this all day,” I said, before realising that was exactly what I was doing already.

Maz looked at me and giggled, working out me and Katie were both pretty fun people and that she could have a little fun with us too. Quite often at big hotels the only people with the cheeky patter are the entertainment and bar staff, everyone else is very polite but also quite quiet and reserved. Maz was starting to cast aside the working professional side of her personality.

“OK, we’ve done the top of the shoulders, now it’s time for the neck and that’s really a 2 hand task.” Maz said.

I started to slightly back away from the table but she pulled me back and said, “No, your lesson is not over yet.”

She positioned me directly behind Katie’s head at the end of the massage table, she had me shuffle forwards as far as I could go and moved Katie as far back as she could go also so my towel covered cock was only an inch away from the top of Katie’s head. Maz then slipped in behind me and placed my hands maltepe escort bayan on Katie’s neck then put her hands directly on top of mine.

“I move, you move, OK Mr B?” she said.

“All good boss, and it’s Alan by the way, but you can call me Al. I hate being called Mr B and it’s definitely not ‘Mrs B’ either, she’s at home! This is Katie…” I said, which was true, but Maz just laughed, assuming that I was just making a joke.

“OK Al, with the neck it’s all about circles so tiny the client can barely tell your hands are moving.”

Maz and I began to work on Katie’s neck and we were rewarded with a low deep sigh, my teacher must have been instructing me well as Katie seemed to drift further and further away from reality. She later told me that she felt like she was floating away from the table which I took as a massive compliment of my newly found skills.

After we’d worked on Katie’s neck Maz moved my hands to the very top of Katie’s chest. My fingers were brushing the top of the towel that was covering her breasts at the end of each stroke. I knew Katie would be fine with a full-body massage but I wasn’t sure if Maz would want to leave the room or ask us to finish off back in our room.

As the strokes Maz and I were making up and down Katie’s shoulders and chest got longer and longer Maz ended up with her entire body pressed tightly up against my back. I wanted my arms to push further towards Katie’s breasts so I suggested that Maz and I swap places. As we swapped I immediately regretted doing so when I realised I’d just signed myself up to having my rapidly stiffening cock pressed up against Maz’s super-tight yoga pants.

Swapping places allowed Maz to reach further along the length of Katie’s pecs, closer and closer to her nipples which I could just make out even though they were hidden under her towel, they must have been like bullets to be visible under such a thick and fluffy towel. Our hands had started reaching the top of Katie’s breasts at the bottom of each stroke.

“Some ladies don’t like to have their chest done, but it’s an important group of muscles and it feels great too, you don’t mind do you missus?” Maz said.

“No way, I’m really enjoying myself, right now I think this is the best spa I’ve EVER been to…” Katie said and with the next stroke of our arms, the pretence of just doing the top of Katie’s chest was gone. We crossed the entirety of Katie’s firm breasts squashing over her erect nipples in each direction as we worked our hands all the way to her belly button and back. All this work has pushed the towel further south; it was now only covering Katie from her belly button downwards. Katie’s nipples looked harder than I’d ever seen them, sticking up proudly towards the ceiling.

I worried I was really taking advantage of Maz’s wish to keep us happy in Jasmine’s absence, at the bottom of each stroke her chest was almost completely covering Katie’s face and the whole of my front was basically superglued to Maz’s back. My biceps were also brushing the sides of Maz’s breasts as we rocked back and forwards.

I thought I should check if she was OK with all of it and give her an easy way to change the situation.

“How’s my technique? I wouldn’t want to upset my amazing teacher on my first day.” I said as we made another pass across Katie’s breasts.

“You’re doing great sweetie, we get mainly prudes and wrinkled up prunes in here, it’s kinda fun to do some stuff I’d never do with them, or with Jas in the room!” she said, setting my mind as ease that she was enjoying our extra session as much as Katie and I were.

“Cool, tell me off if I get anything wrong…” I said, making it as clear as I could that although we were having fun she could back off at any time.

“Honey, I bet you flinch before I do!”

That assertion was just about to be tested, my tightly tucked in towel was becoming looser with every pass, based on what she’d just said I decided I didn’t need to worry when it fell to the ground. My cock sprang upwards when the weight of the towel was released and it whacked her on the arse.

Realising what had just happened she half turned around and said, “Wow, I wasn’t thinking of that sort of flinching. I’m glad that towel’s gone though, you didn’t look very comfortable in it. It’s getting hot in here and I don’t want any more oil on my uniform as I’ve lost my spare so I need this one to be pretty clean in the morning.”

I expected her to move away from me and work on Katie from the side but she lifted her tunic over her head, unhooked her bra, and quickly tossed it aside. She asked me to remove her yoga pants too. Quick as a flash I dropped to my knees and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place, she lifted one leg then the other to be free of their tightness. We re-assumed our previous positions, Maz’s and my hands resuming their slow path from Katie’s collarbone to her belly button. As we approached the bottom of our stroke it was no longer Maz’s tunic that was covering Katie’s face – it was maltepe escort bayan Maz’s uncovered breasts. Katie gave them a kiss on their first pass and placed her hands on them on the second. Katie looked at Maz for encouragement as she did so; a simple nod was all that was needed.

I was feeling ready to explode already, I’d been working on the gorgeous Katie, and being pressed up against the nearly naked Maz was getting to be too much, I feared if I came it would signal the end of our fun, so I backed off from Maz. There really was only so long I could have taken with my cock firmly nestled in her ass crevice, so warm and soft, with the occasional firmness of the lacy material of Maz’s panties causing friction as my cock dragged across it.

As I moved round to the side of the massage table Katie took one hand off of Maz’s breast and held my cock gently, I knew I’d not last long so when I caught Katie’s eye I shook my head gently, she knew what I was trying to communicate so she let go of my cock and took my hand instead, she pushed it towards her pussy. I removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. I looked at Maz, partly to check we were still OK and partly for some instruction. Maz moved round to the opposite side of the massage table to me and once again I mirrored Maz’s movements as we lifted Katie’s legs and massaged all over her hips and the very tops of her thighs, we occasionally grazed her mound and bare pussy lips but we stayed away from her clit and I refrained from sticking a finger in her to draw it out as long as we could.

Katie was moaning and I thought she’d be able orgasm without it but she begged for her clit and soaking wet hole to get some attention. I wasn’t going to tell her no! Maz worked on her clit while I inserted one finger, then two, two became three, and when I tucked my pinkie finger into the shape Katie was being stretched to the limit with four, she was bucking and squirming as much as I’d ever seen in real life. Katie’s arms were flailing around so much she’d forgotten about playing with Maz’s breasts but she didn’t seem to mind. Katie’s orgasm was huge; she squirted all over the table, all over my hands, all over Maz’s hands, and all over the floor around the table. Katie lay totally spent on the table panting so hard I swear could see her heart beating in her chest as it rose and fell.

After a minute or two, Katie was capable of speech again:

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had without a cock in me!! Thank you…”

“It’s not yet 5.30, is it time for Al to get a turn?” Maz said.

“I’m game if you are, but it’s been so good already, I’m definitely gonna see to it you get Employee of the Year!” I said.

“Wouldn’t be fair for just one of you to get the happy ending, we don’t normally do that here but for you, it’s OK.”

I didn’t need to be told twice so I got up onto the table, it was still soaking wet from Katie’s orgasm, Katie even slipped slightly on the wet tiled floor as she jumped down.

Maz’s instructions for Katie started off similarly to mine, their bodies were close but they were concentrating firmly on the job in hand – making sure I was happy. Having the 4 hands swiping all over my body was wonderful, I’d enjoyed the relaxing massage from Jasmine but now I was so worked up all I wanted to do was come as hard as I could.

Their hands teased my chest, then they worked down either side to my legs, pushing swiftly back and forth from my ankles to my hips. At the end of each stroke I was given a little treat where one or two hands would snake around my cock and balls. I was in heaven just lying there but I wanted to get a bit more hands on too, with beautiful women stood either side of me I was spoiled for choice. I ran my hand up and down Maz’s side, her smooth skin so soft and perfect. I moved my hand further up and cupped her breast gently. I used my index finger to trace circles round the edge of her Areola. She sighed deeply as I continued to tease her just as much as she and Katie were teasing me. It was Katie that decided to crank it up a notch; she walked round to the foot of the table and climbed on, as she shimmied up the table my legs parted slightly until she was kneeling just below my crotch. She carefully leaned in until her lips were millimetres from the throbbing head of my cock.

Maz had turned her gaze to see what Katie would do next, my hand was still on Maz’s breast but I too had been distracted by Katie. She looked me in the eye and winked, then wrapped her cherry lips around my shaft; she took me deeper and deeper until her bottom lip was touching my balls. I moaned loudly as she started to move up and down my cock with speed. My orgasm was building and I knew I was close. Maz could sense it to, she also leaned over me and held her breasts together and placed them over my face so I could bury myself in them and nuzzle them without affecting Katie’s work on my throbbing cock. I came with a bang, filling Katie’s mouth over and over. As much as she tried to swallow all that I gave her she was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum and the speed at which it was shooting out of me. Some had spilled down onto my stomach and some had hit Maz on her breast too. Once I’d been milked dry Katie leaned over to Maz and lifted her breast to lick off the remaining evidence of our encounter.

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The Duke’s Wife

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I was the duke’s second wife, chosen because all the other women of my family, mother, aunts and sisters had all had many children. Duke William was not young and he desperately needed an heir, his previous marriage of twenty years having failed to produce one for him.

William had killed his first wife to clear a path to securing a second marriage. Oh, it was never proven or openly discussed but everyone knew it was so. The entire court was aware of it but no one dared to say a word. It was not wise to anger a powerful man like the duke.

Of course that’s why I married him. One does not deny William anything that he takes a fancy to. So when I was scarcely a woman I was wed to a man several times my age and for whom I had no feelings of personal affection at all. I didn’t complain or question it. That was simply the way things were done, and financially and socially I certainly could have done much worse.

Years went by swiftly and I entered into my twenties. I wasn’t necessarily unhappy in my marriage, but apathetic might be a better way to describe my feelings on the subject. I was provided with the sort of life that few ever experience so I had no real reason to complain…at least not until William began to become frustrated about his lacking an heir.

After years of marriage and obediently fulfilling my wifely duties in the bedchamber, we still had no child. Not even a miscarriage. William, as I say, became frustrated. I became anxious, remembering the fate of his first wife.

My older brother became concerned for me as well. It was his suspicion that the infertility was not mine, but my husband’s. Not that it would be of any profit to suggest that to William. Andrew, my brother, came up with a plan that he thought might save my life. He thought that I should lie with another man so that I might become pregnant.

At first I resisted. I was an honest woman who had never been with a man other than William in my entire life. Gradually however, I began to become desperate and to rethink Andrew’s idea. William was becoming indifferent to me, and sometimes he hurt me when he came to my bed. I began to dread his presence and to fear that my life might be in danger. If I could become pregnant, I knew it would secure my position and possibly keep me alive.

Andrew began to discreetly search for someone to come in to me. Our family had ample amounts of money and bribery would have been easy if not for the terror that everyone had for my husband. Not one man was willing to do this service.

And so my desperation increased. As it did, a plan formed in my mind, based upon the original one of Andrew’s. Andrew was married and had fathered many children with his wife so that I knew he was fertile. He was my brother, so no one would suspect our being alone together. We looked alike so that if he fathered a child with me, people would not notice features in the child that might be strikingly different from either mine or my husband’s. It would be assumed that the child simply resembled me. The idea of bedding my own brother, of having a child by him, was sickening. And yet I was very desperate and willing to do anything to survive.

Andrew was angry when I suggested my plan to him. He slapped me, called me a witch, and did not speak to me again for weeks. Chastened and humiliated, I fell into depression.

There came an evening when my husband was away on a hunting trip that my younger brother, Allan, came to see me. I did not see Allan that often as he was the rake of the family. He drank, gambled, and visited prostitutes. By the time he was eighteen he’d fathered three bastard children by three different women and by the time in which this story takes place, he had seven in total.

Allan was laughing that night when he came to see me, much amused by something. But then Allan rarely did take anything seriously. It was one ümraniye escort of the things about him that vexed my father.

“What are you sniggering about?” I asked.

“Andrew. He told me about your falling out.”

I blushed, immediately embarrassed and irritated with Andrew for his indelicacy. “It was wrong of him to discuss it,”

“I agree. I never go about bragging about all the women who want to bed me. Well, not often at least.”

“Father will disown you if you continue your wastrel ways.”

Allan laughed, “Father is paying off the blacksmith this week. I knocked up that daughter of his.”

I frowned in disapproval.

“Anne, why didn’t you invite me to your bed?” asked Allan with unusual seriousness.

“Do not mock me,” I said, irritated.

“I’m not. I would have agreed. I never turn down a willing female. If you’d asked me to do what you asked Andrew to do, I am willing to promise that you would be round with my child by now.”

I felt distrustful of his words, Andrew’s slap tingling on my cheek as though it had happened moment’s prior. And yet I felt a slight stirring of interest. “You would bed your own sister?”

“I expect that my sister is made as any woman is.”

I looked at him searchingly, trying to discern whether or not he was teasing.

Allan shrugged. “The womb of a duke’s wife seems a more fitting place for my seed than the dirty cunt of a blacksmith’s daughter. Not that her cunt wasn’t very tight and wet and pleasant to use.”

I blinked, slightly shocked by his vulgarity. I clung to the important part of what he had said, “Would you do that? Would you give me a child?”

“Of course, Anne. And I wouldn’t say a word to anyone about it. I’m not interested in children myself — William can think it’s his and no one will be the wiser. I’m only interested in the pleasure of making it. And of course I have affection for you, Anne. I wouldn’t want to see harm come to you just because William isn’t man enough to father a child and wants to blame you for it.”

“Let us lie together then.” I agreed, another blush rising in my cheeks at the thought of the abominable thing I was agreeing to do. Surely hell holds a special place for those who commit incest.

Allan smiled smugly. “You are so beautiful. Do you know I always wondered what it would be like? I must confess that the idea of bedding you, of filling you with my seed, is a most attractive one.”

“Come with me,” I said, turning and leading the way to the bedchamber.

“The servants?” Allan asked.

“They know not to disturb me when my family is here and William will be away all week,” I said shakily. A glance back over my shoulder showed me that my brother was following, shedding clothes as he came.

“You will be pregnant by the next full moon, ” he confidently predicted “And a pleasant time will be had by both.”

I didn’t reply. I had led him to the bedchamber and was standing beside the bed, frozen with the fear of what I was doing.

Allan was quite at his ease, not at all concerned by the immorality of the situation. “The whores in town tell me that I have a dick like a horse’s,” he said cheerfully, “Do you agree with them, sister?”

“I am not a whore,” I said primly. Though I privately admitted that he was certainly much better endowed than William was.

He smiled. “I know. And I know this is difficult for you,” he said, his eyes softening. “But have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps those whores that you so malign have advantages that you do not?”

He approached me as he said this, and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulled me tight against his naked body. I held very still while he kissed me, frozen in panic until his lips began to thaw some of my fear. Allan was young, strong, and virile. It was impossible not to feel desire when his tongue was thrusting kartal escort into my mouth with such a primal, suggestive rhythm. Surely William had never kissed me quite like that.

Allan began the laborious process of unfastening all the buttons on my gown, followed by the removal of my many undergarments. “The girls in town are easier to get to than this,” he commented, laughter in his voice again. “All I have to do is raise their skirts and bend them over. Does that shock you?”

“Somewhat,” I answered cautiously.

“Of course it does,” he laughed. “You’ve never imagined such things. There are many things I suppose you’ve never imagined despite all your years of marriage. Well well…we’ll see what I can do to educate you tonight.” The last of my clothing dropped to the floor as he spoke, “Relax.” he whispered into my ear.

His warm breath made me shiver.

“I’ll show you what it is to be with a real man,” he promised. “A man who can fulfill your desires as well as your womb.”

Because I could not resist the urge to touch him any longer, I rested my hands on his chest. I liked how solid he felt. A desire began to rise in me such as I had never felt before. It made me ache in places I had not known to be capable of that reaction.

Alan kissed me again and began guiding me backwards toward the bed. “I’ll give you my seed many times this night,” he promised, “But first…”

He pushed me onto the bed and opened my thighs. I expected him to take me then but instead, he knelt down on the floor and buried his face between my legs, sliding his tongue inside me.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked in shock.

“Pleasuring you.” he answered, pausing only briefly before applying gentle suction with his lips.

Pleasure? I had thought that only men took pleasure from the sexual act. My only experience with sex had been to lie still while my husband mounted and mated with me. I had not found it especially pleasurable.

Two of Allan’s fingers slid inside me, probing and teasing as his mouth continued it’s own assault. My body was so unused to such treatment, so sensitive to his ministrations. He had hardly begun before sharp tremors shot through me and I cried out incoherently, thoroughly baffled by what I was feeling but enjoying it all the same.

My brother raised his head, looking amused and smug at the same time. “Well that was easy. He doesn’t take care of you at all, does he?”

Desire had taken over all reason. He was my brother but I wanted him. I wanted to feel his body on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress, his mouth on my lips, his manhood moving inside me. “Take me — now.” I begged.

“Pleased to oblige, M’lady.” he answered with a slight bow.

Only seconds passed but they were seconds in which I thought I would go mad with impatience. I opened my legs for him eagerly, my feet dangling in the air as he positioned himself between them and mounted me at last. When he finally slid into me I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. He was so big and hard and he fit so perfectly, just as though we were pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. He pushed all the way inside and paused, eyes closed, apparently enjoying the sensation.

He looked down at me and asked, “Is this pleasurable for you, my sister?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“For me as well,” he answered, a slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow. And then he began to move inside me. He wasn’t gentle, but urgent, almost rough. His hips pumped in long, deep strokes, my brother filling me more and more, once again making me feel new sensations I could never have imagined. It was so different from being with my husband. Allan was so strong, so energetic. There was something almost feral about him as he bred me, something deliciously wild and sinful. Profane words I had never used in my life spilled from maltepe escort my lips in response to his ministrations.

“Ah…does my sister want to be a whore then?” Alan asked, suddenly withdrawing.

“No!” I gasped, disappointed.

He laughed and pulled me to a sitting position, then guided me to my knees on the floor. “Put it in your mouth,” he instructed, holding his manhood to my lips.

For a moment I gazed at him in consternation, and then I did as he asked. This too was a new experience but instinct took over and I began sucking him as though my life depended on it. I found that I enjoyed it.

“Good girl,” Allan approved. “Show me what a whore you are.”

Somehow being called a whore didn’t offend me as it would have an hour previous. I sucked harder and felt a slow seep of moisture beginning to flow between my soft folds.

“Let me show you how the whores do it,” said Allan. He gently tilted my head back and then fisted his manhood in his free hand. He pushed it uncomfortably far down my throat. I choked in response but he immediately withdrew, only to try again.

“Good?” he asked, when he pulled out for the second time.

My eyes were watering but I nodded. He had aroused an intense desire in me that I’d never known before. Or perhaps I had decided that if I was being depraved, I might as well enjoy it.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he complimented. “It feels so nice. I would love to spill my seed in it but I know that I have a task to complete. Come here, Sister.”

He raised me up and turned me so that I faced away from him, and then bent me forwards over the bed. “I like this way best,” he confided, his hands fondling my bottom. “This is how I fuck the whores in town.”

His lewd words only ignited my passion further. A moan escaped me and I arched my back like a cat in heat, “Please…” I begged “I need you.”

Gripping my hips firmly, my brother mounted me again, this time from behind like an animal. That’s exactly what I felt like — an animal, wild and free with no inhibitions. Overwhelmingly female.

Alan gave me what I needed, what we both needed. It was hard for me to fully realize that this was my younger brother who was making me feel these things, but it was. I was completely past the point of caring about that. I wanted more…always more. I strained against him and begged shamelessly and he always obliged me, thrusting harder until the entire bed shuddered beneath us. My pussy burned with force of this assault, not accustomed to such use. He was so big and so stiff and it felt so good that I came completely apart, screaming his name and clawing wildly at the coverlet.

One of his hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he rode me. The pleasure of the convulsions rocking through me were so strong that they were almost painful and his continued thrusting only made them more intense. I was vaguely aware that I was begging again, almost in tears as I pleaded with him to give me the one last thing that I needed most. “Please Allan….” I breathlessly gasped, “give me your seed. Oh God…I want it so much. Make me pregnant…give me your child.”

He slammed into me then with so much force that he lifted me off of my feet for a moment. More waves of pleasure washed over me as I felt a burst of liquid deep…so deep inside my womb. I cried out in triumph. He cried out in relief, his manhood pulsing and twitching inside me, pumping me full of his seed.

Allan bred me twice more that night and many more times throughout the following week. I found that I wanted him for more than just his ability to make children, but for the pleasure he gave me both physically and emotionally.

I gave birth to my first son the following winter and he looked just like me. William was ecstatic, immensely proud of himself and pleased with me. Once again I was in his favor…but I must confess that my brother was still very much in favor with me. He gave me many more children over the following years and countless hours of pleasure. After all, as he cheerfully pointed out, if you are going to sin, you might as well enjoy it.

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March Maddyness: Round 01

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1. JC / 2. JM / 3. KM / 4. AJ / 5. JB / 6. NG / 7. JR / 8. RA

These were the notes I’d written on the margin of our Tuesday morning staff meeting agenda, and which I then carried back to my office, ready to add the bracket to my whiteboard. The hallway buzzed with talk of the NCAA Tournament, just as it had ever since March Madness hit.

“You sure you don’t want into the pool, Maddy? Last chance!” As he often did, my co-worker Andy checked me out in a not-so-subtle way as he talked to me.

“I’m sure, Andy. I don’t know much about basketball, and I’m not letting you guys take my money that easily! Actually,” I said as I walked into my office, “I think maybe I’ll set up a tournament of my own, and see if you guys want in!”

The men laughed, totally unaware of the true meaning of what I’d just said. I smiled to myself, found a ruler in my desk, picked up a whiteboard marker, and drew the lines of my eight-person tournament, assigning initials to each line once the bracket was drawn. Once it was done, I added a title – “March Maddyness” – at the top, and couldn’t help but laughing.

The idea had hit me suddenly during our morning meeting. For the past week or so, my co-workers, who were normally capable of conversing about many different topics, could now talk of nothing but college basketball. I hate to reinforce a stereotype, but I am the one female employee in the office, and I’m also the one person not interested in the NCAA Tournament. The guys had tried to get me to participate in the pool, probably assuming they’d easily take my money, but I had turned them down every time they asked.

So at this morning’s meeting, while listening to yet more conversations about brackets, and conferences, and rankings, I found my mind wandering. Hard to believe, I know. But where it wandered was the surprising part, even to me. As I watched my co-workers talk, I remembered how each and every one of them had hit on me at least once in the time I’d worked there – which was just over a month.

I’d started with the firm, as the youngest sales rep, in early February. When I came into the office on Valentine’s Day, just my second week of work, my desk was covered with boxes of chocolate, flowers, and big heart-shaped cards. At first I thought it was just because I was new, or because I was the only woman in the group, but soon it became quite obvious that the men were actively competing for my attention.

It wasn’t anything that made me feel uncomfortable, but let’s just say I’d had more offers for dinner or drinks than I could count. I had let each of them down gently, explaining that I was flattered, but thought it would be best if I got a good start at the firm, without mixing business and pleasure. Everyone seemed to understand, and over the past month I’d settled into various levels of flirtatious but harmless banter with each of them.

And, after all, I was used to the attention, so it wasn’t anything that really surprised me – especially in joining an office full of men. I’m a 24-year-old 5’3″ redhead with big green eyes, a pretty face, and a stunning body – perky C-cup tits and a tight little ass. I’d had several years of experience with men drooling all over me, so I’d developed the skills to let them down easy.

So, back to my wandering mind, and the surprising daydream that arose from my co-workers’ blabbering about sports. I started to imagine holding a tournament of my own, with these very men competing against each other. What was the competition, you ask? Well, after a few rounds, I would learn, once and for all, which of these guys was the best in bed.

Crazy, right? But it hit me in our meeting, because the boss – who I would not be including in the tournament, by the way – had reminded the group that this was the week when I would be job-shadowing each of them. I’d been through all of my basic orientation and training with the firm, and now it was time to learn from each of my more experienced colleagues. Starting today, Tuesday, and for the rest of the week, I’d spend my morning with one person, my afternoon with another – so that by Friday evening, I would have shadowed all eight.

And because of the nature of our business – with travel around town and meals out – I should have plenty of easy opportunity to proposition them over lunches, dinners, drinks. I squirmed a bit in my chair, the warmth growing between my legs as I undressed them with my eyes, fantasizing about potential encounters. It had been a while since I’d let myself think such dirty thoughts, especially at work. I feel the need to stress here, in spite of the naughty plan I’ve just shared with you, that I really do pride myself on my professionalism in the workplace.

I wouldn’t tell them about the tournament, but I had a feeling that by the time the second round rolled around, they’d figure out what was up, and hopefully step up and bring their “A” games. As I looked at the bracket I’d drawn, I realized what I was in for bahis firmaları over the next few days. The boss’ schedule for my job-shadows dictated the daily match-ups, but it was remarkable how well those pairings played into the rankings I would have chosen anyway.

Tuesday would see the 4 vs. 5 match, with the aforementioned Andy, a 30-something who wore his flirtatious banter on his sleeve, up against John, a much more suave and mature 50-something. Wednesday was a no-brainer, with the dreamy Justin at

, going up against shy, slightly awkward Jeff at
. Thursday was a little difficult to predict, with two men I knew less well – Kyle and Nick, the always mysterious 3 vs. 6 pairing. And then there was Friday, with the hottest guy in the office, Jacob – my obvious number 1 seed – going up against the number 8 seed, Richard. Wasn’t expecting much contest with that one.

Oh my god, this was hot. I would, of course, still do my job, observing, learning from my colleagues as I watched them work. But I’d also be looking for my opportunity with each of them – whether a quickie between meetings or a long, drawn-out fuck session at the firm’s hotel suite downtown – to make my pick and move the winner on to the next round. The power I knew I had over each of these men was making me giddy with excitement over the naughty few days I had planned.

I hope you don’t mind if I spare you the details of the job-shadowing experiences, and just get right to the sex? After all, who except for me needs to know more about how Andy balances his expense reports, or how Nick uses his powers of persuasion to sell a client more product that he thought he needed. Good, that’s settled. So, on to the story of how I spent the rest of my Tuesday.

After spending the rest of the morning in Andy’s office, he took me to the downtown restaurant we typically used for client meetings. Taking advantage of the fact that we had been seated in a booth, I made my move, wordlessly. I reached towards him under the table, and put my hand on his thigh, squeezing suggestively. He looked at me, his eyes big with surprise, but he didn’t make any move to object.

I slowly slid my hand up to his crotch, finding his cock already hard enough to create a bulge in his slacks by the time I reached it. I began stroking him, slowly, first through his clothes, then gradually unzipping his slacks and pulling him free from his boxers. Even as the waitress visited the table to take our orders, I continued stroking, watching him struggle to remain calm as I toyed with his balls for a moment, then returned to stroking his shaft, which was now jutting straight up, hard and thick.

In the time between placing our order and our food finally arriving, I had him close to the brink of a climax. I leaned towards him, suggestively showing him my cleavage, and asked if he wanted to give me a mouthful of cum. He could only nod in response, my hand now stroking him at a furious pace. I handed him my napkin, instructing him to drop it on the floor when he was ready, so that I could pretend to duck under the table to get it.

After a few moments more, he followed my direction, throwing the napkin down, and I quickly climbed under the table, wrapped my lips around the tip of his shaft, and continued to stroke for a few seconds more until I felt him jerk and shoot his load deep into my throat. As soon as I had swallowed, I climbed back up to my seat, dabbed at the corners of my mouth as if I’d just sampled a great delicacy from the restaurant’s menu, and waited to see how Andy would respond during the rest of our time together.

Much to my dismay, in spite of his strong points for stamina, willingness to participate in my naughty scheme right there in the restaurant, and a delicious load of cum, he lost out for his complete lack of initiative to pay me back with any pleasure of my own. We ate our food, the plates were cleared, the bill charged to our account, and we were back to the office, all without so much as a hint of attention to my needs. Hmm, we’d see what his competition brought to the table later that same day.

***

John, who I’d ranked as the number 5 seed below Andy, quickly proved himself to be more of a gentleman in our interactions, a quality which I hoped would carry over to more intimate activities. After a long afternoon of conference calls and face-to-face meetings with clients, we ended up at the same restaurant where I’d enjoyed lunch – and more – with Andy. As we enjoyed a drink, I studied John. He was, I guessed, early 50’s, but still extremely handsome. As we chatted, he didn’t really feel old enough to be my father, but his age was revealed in some obvious ways – his old-fashioned kind manners, the lines around his eyes when he smiled, and his graying hair.

As I made my flirting more and more obvious, touching his arm, then his thigh, with my hand, he finally surprised me by calling me on it and raising it to another level.

“Should we take kaçak iddaa this to the hotel suite, Maddy?”

“Um, well, yes, that sounds wonderful!”

“Let’s go.”

He casually dropped a 50 dollar bill onto the table and led me out, and it was when we walked out onto the street that I realized the hotel where our firm had a suite was just down the block from the restaurant we frequented with clients. Made sense, I guess! He didn’t so much as touch me in the lobby, the elevator, or as we opened the door, but as soon as we were inside the room, he pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me passionately.

He then led me gently over to the bed, encouraged me to lie back with my legs dangling over the edge, and then knelt in front of me, spreading my legs with his strong hands, and gradually pushing up my skirt until he had full access to begin pleasuring me with his hands and mouth. After such a long day of work, and especially after the few drinks we’d enjoyed at the restaurant, I let my tired body relax into the bed as he touched me, licked me, probed me.

This was clearly a man with confidence, a man with experience, a man who had pleasured more than a few women in his day. I began writhing beneath him as his tongue probed my pussy, his thumb simultaneously rubbing back and forth across my clit. Just as I started to let myself go, preparing for my approaching climax, he slowed and pulled back, quickly removed his slacks and boxers, and joined me on the bed.

I moved towards him as if to take his already-hard cock in my hands, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in any more foreplay. He gently pushed me back down against the bed, climbed on top of me, and slowly pressed his long, hard cock deep inside my dripping wet pussy. Moving very slowly at first, he gradually picked up the pace, bringing his lips to mine for another strong kiss as he fucked me.

After a few more minutes in this position, he rolled us over, so that I was on top, and I sat up to ride him. He unbuttoned my blouse and grabbed my tits, squeezing them gently as I bounced up and down on him, and it wasn’t long before I climaxed, covering his cock with my juices. I rode him for a few moments longer after coming down from my climax, before he pushed me up, climbing out from under me to stand up on the bed. I knelt beneath him as he stroked himself furiously for a few moments more, then shot his load into my waiting, eager mouth.

Hmm, not as tasty as Andy, but overall, he obviously won the round. Guess I was off on my initial rankings!

***

When I walked into the office on Wednesday morning, I was confident that the tournament was still a mystery to the group. John probably had the class not to say anything to anyone, and while Andy didn’t, he was likely just patting himself on the back for the conquest, and had no idea everyone else in the office would also be getting lucky with me that week! I added John’s initials to the next round on the bracket on my whiteboard, and then went off to find Justin.

My number 2 seed was one of the more attractive men in the office, a tall, athletic 30-something with short-cropped brown hair and deep brown eyes. The only obvious strike against him since we’d met was that, as the one guy in the office who had actually played basketball in college, he was the most annoying of the whole March Madness bunch, constantly talking with authority even though his team never got anywhere near an invite to any tournament.

Whether Andy had said something to him about our encounter yesterday, or whether he was just responding to my own flirting, Justin was quick to reciprocate my advances, making the morning of work and meetings powerfully charged with sexual energy. As he showed me some spreadsheets on his computer, I leaned over his desk, blatantly giving him a full-on view of my tits. As we talked with a client over the phone, I kicked off my heels and ran my foot up his leg, briefly teasing him with quick touches to his crotch, where I felt his cock already hardening.

By the time we made it to the car, where our driver, Bob, was waiting to take us to a meeting across town, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. As Bob started the car and began driving, Justin pushed the button to raise the opaque glass between the front and back seats. As soon as the glass blocked Bob’s view, Justin’s hands were on my body, with one hand squeezing my right breast firmly, the other hand quickly moving down towards the hem of my skirt.

I reciprocated by finding his firm bulge, and began stroking it as he forced my skirt up and began rubbing my clit and pussy lips through my panties. I couldn’t help but begin panting and sighing under his touch, and he responded by pulling his hand quickly away from my crotch and bringing it to his face, putting a finger to his lips to remind me that even though Bob couldn’t see us, he could still hear us.

This need to stifle my expressions of pleasure only heightened the kaçak bahis excitement for me, as Justin returned his hand to my crotch, this time pushing my panties to the side and touching my skin directly. I arched my back in immediate response as one of his fingers easily slipped into my wet pussy, and focused my hands on freeing his cock from his slacks. After fumbling for a few moments with his belt, buttons, hooks and zippers, I finally was rewarded with his big, hard cock in my hands. He was longer and thicker than either of the men I was with the day prior, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.

After focusing all of my attention on his cock for several moments, I looked up into his eyes, trying to silently communicate my desire for him to fuck me, right there in the car. Whether he understood, or just had the same desire, he immediately responded, plunging into me with one hard stroke. Perhaps knowing that I’d have trouble keeping quiet, he brought the hand that had been playing with my tits up to my mouth, gently covering it while he began fucking me, hard, pressing me back into the hard leather car seat.

As he pounded me relentlessly, the movements of the car through traffic continually changed our position, shifting us around in the seat as we turned left, then right, sped up, and slowed down. The unexpected motions, together with the pressing need to remain quiet, were enough to bring me to a climax, and the pulsing pleasure in my pussy was especially powerful given that I could still remember the sensations of my encounter the evening before.

As I writhed beneath him, covering his cock with my juices, Justin slowed, then pulled me back with him as he sat back down on the seat, so that I was sitting on his lap, his cock still buried inside, and could begin riding him. It took a few moments before I could handle his full length again, but before long I was riding him with abandon, the movements of the car once again creating amazing sensations.

After just a few moments more, Justin pushed me up, and I climbed down to the floor of the car, kneeling between his legs. I eagerly took his cock and balls into my hands and mouth, stroking furiously until I was rewarded with a huge load of delicious cum. It was all I could do to swallow every drop, as some of his cum threatened to spill out of the corners of my mouth. We also had to quickly straighten ourselves up, furiously buttoning, zipping, straightening, as Bob drew the car up to the curb at our destination.

***

I was giddy for the rest of the afternoon after my sensational fuck-session in the car with Justin that morning. Thankfully, that attitude, and the lingering sensations between my legs, were enough to carry me through a very disappointing showing from my 7 seed, Jeff. He was a shy, somewhat awkward guy, so much so that I struggled to figure out how he ended up in sales. Jeff and I had a productive and professional afternoon together, but let’s just say he was incredibly dense when it came to responding to the advances of a hot young woman.

In spite of all of my efforts – batting of eyelashes, putting cleavage on display, touching him on the arm, the thigh, etc. – all I got out of Jeff was an awkward embrace and peck on the cheek at the end of our time together. I’m not the type to take it personally, but it did make me wonder what was up – after the other guys had all taken easy advantage of the invitation I’d given them. Was he involved with someone and didn’t want to cheat? Was he worried about mixing business and pleasure? Was he really that shy and awkward? Oh well, time to move on, giving Justin the easy win in this bracket.

***

By the time Thursday rolled around, I was in the groove. Any concern I might have had about my slutty behavior at work had long since been replaced by my pleasure at the whole scenario – the sex itself, the fun game of putting my male co-workers through the competition, the anticipation of what might happen after they all realized what I was up to – I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

Thursday turned out to be the battle of two quickies. There were no out-of-office opportunities in the schedule with either Kyle or Nick, my 3 vs. 6 match-up, so I was forced to find ways to test their skills within the confines of our office suite. It was an interesting pairing – nerdy but attractive 30-something Kyle going up against the oldest of the group, Nick. Nick was at least 60, but from what I could tell, still quite active, fit, and frankly, the most likely of the group to insert a risque joke or story into a meeting – so, in spite of his age, I was intrigued to see what he’d bring to the big dance.

My morning encounter with Kyle turned out to be in the copy room. Our bodies pressed against the door as a convenient way to keep others out, his erection quickly growing against me, we kissed hard as he moved his hands roughly over my body, unbuttoning my blouse and forcing my skirt up to my waist. I gasped as I realized the vulnerability of my position – even though we’d likely hear someone coming towards the door in time, Kyle had me half naked as he squeezed a round of foreplay into just a few hurried moments.

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I needed a drink. And, if I’m being quite honest, a good fuck would be great too.

Friday night, end of a long week at work, I find myself at a quiet bar not far from my place. I’ve heard some of my co-workers say they come here on occasion so maybe I would see some familiar faces and relax with a drink or three. Hesitating outside the front door, I examined my appearance. I was still dressed in my work clothes: a burgundy long sleeve button up blouse pulled tight across my large breasts, a knee-length black pencil skirt with a slit up the back and black heels. My wavy dark brown hair spilled down across my shoulders as I removed the hair clip from my head. Unbuttoning one more button to deepen my cleavage put a smile on my face. I could see the top edge of my black lace bra across my milky white breasts. Maybe I can get some attention tonight. Having been single for a few weeks now, I was growing bored.

I entered the establishment slowly, gazing around the dark room without staring. Making my way to the half-empty bar I spot a woman I’ve seen in the office a few times. Emily? Melissa? Something like that. She notices me alone as I sit down on a barstool a few seats down from her and two other patrons I do not recognize. “Lindsey?” she asks. “Hey, Lindsey!” She comes up to me and pats me on the back. “Have I seen you in here before?”

“No,” I replied. “But I don’t live far, thought I would stop in and unwind tonight.”

“Cool!” she says enthusiastically. Clearly she has had a few drinks already. “Well, you enjoy your evening. I’m gonna head back over to those two fine gentlemen who are currently arguing over who is buying my next drink. Toodles!” She puts her arm around me and squeezes my shoulder before rejoining her gentleman. I smiled after her as the bartender caught my eye.

“Amaretto sour, please,” I tell him. He nods and mixes my drink, topping it with a cherry before sliding it to me. I relaxed my body as I tasted the sweet liquid. Smiling, I dipped the cherry around in my drink as I casually admired my co-worker, silently wishing myself luck on some male attention of my own.

Three lonely drinks later my peripheral vision saw Emily or Melissa giggling and stumbling a bit as she left the bar on the arm of one of her gentlemen. There were only a handful of people left at tables in the dark corners of the room. Where did the other man vying for her attention go? I shrugged to myself. The night was still young.

The front door banged opened and a man came through the entryway, swiftly approaching the bar near me. “Shot of bourbon,” he said, putting a fifty dollar bill onto the dark wood surface. The bartender poured the drink and sat it down in front of the man, his fingers barely cleared from the small glass before the man grabbed it and tossed the liquid down his throat. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as the bourbon headed toward his stomach. The man was tall and had short, reddish brown hair with a trimmed beard. His dark blue shirt and jeans made his blue eyes look darker in the dim light. He glanced at me and I watched his gaze wander over my entire body before I realized I was staring at him. I turned back to my empty glass and picked it up to wave at the bartender. The man moved down to the barstool next to mine and put his empty shot glass down next to mine. “Two more shots,” he said to the bartender without taking his gaze off of me.

“I don’t drink whiskey,” I said quietly as the shots appeared quickly before us.

He picked up each glass and held one out to me. “You do tonight,” he smiled. “Tyler. Pleased to meet you.” He held out his now empty hand as I reluctantly accepted the drink.

I stared into his dark, sexy eyes, shook his hand and poured the whiskey into my mouth, swallowing as best I can, coughing a bit as the liquor burns down my throat. He is still holding my hand as I clear my throat. “Lindsey.”

Tyler smiled a devilish, knowing smile. Oh lord, I thought to myself as my stomach began to burn. This man was going to be trouble. But maybe I needed some trouble. “I haven’t seen you in here before, have I?” he asked me casually, watching me.

“No, I’ve never been here before now,” I replied, keeping my eyes on his face. The more I watched him looking at me, the more I felt the need to button that last button I had undone before I entered the bar. I felt naked beneath his hot gaze. I cleared my throat and turned to my empty glass. “You come here often?”

“I suppose you could say that.” He plucked my glass from my fingers and waved it at the bartender. “Another round,” he said.

Well, here was that male attention I was looking for, I thought. Let’s see where it goes. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Tyler?” I asked playfully.

He bahis firmaları took my refilled glass and his shot in each hand and turned to face me before answering. “Is that not why you’re here?” He took a sip of my drink before handing it to me, nodded once and shrugged, and held up his shot for a toast. “To our exes. May they rot in hell.” He clinked his shot to my glass and downed it before I could move. This was getting interesting. He put the shot glass down and watched me, waiting for me to drink. Looking down at my drink, I pulled the cherry out of the ice and tipped my glass back, drank every drop of the sweet liquid and sat the glass back down. Tyler nodded his approval, then stared as I placed the cherry between my lips, pulled the fruit into my mouth and sucked the alcohol from it, plucking the stem off as I chewed. He swallowed, leaned his head towards the bartender and requested two more shots without taking his eyes off of me. I grinned at him, biting my bottom lip. This was going well.

The shots appeared quickly and Tyler handed me one as I tossed the cherry stem in my ice. I held the glass up to his in the air. “To this incredible woman before me. May her sexy legs find themselves wrapped around my head before the night is over.”

I chuckled as we clinked our glasses together and poured another shot of whiskey down my throat. Whoa, that one burned more than the first. I coughed a bit while he watched me with a sensual smile. The way he was looking at me now told me I was something he wanted, and he would take it if he had to. My panties grew damp and my clit began to throb. Turning to the bartender I said, “Glass of water, no ice, please,” and turned back to Tyler.

He laughed. “Don’t wanna drink the night away with me?” His hand reached out to my legs, touching my knee and slowly gliding up my thigh under my skirt. The tight material didn’t let him get far. He withdrew his hand even slower and I shivered.

“I shouldn’t…I mean, I…don’t want to be hung over,” I stuttered, picking up the glass of water as it arrived and taking a long drink. He nodded to the bartender for another shot while I drank. “Besides,” I said, catching my breath, “I’m sure I will want to remember the rest of the evening.”

Tyler smiled, threw back the shot of bourbon and leaned towards my face. “I would like to go somewhere with you where I can fuck your sexy brains out. How does that sound?”

“Sounds promising,” I replied teasingly. “Where would you like to take me?”

“I would take you right here on this bar if no one minded,” he replied. “Scoot that skirt up, take off your panties, kneel down and lick you until you cum all over my face and this barstool.”

My mouth fell open and my panties were soaked now. I looked around at the few people remaining in the bar, seemingly unaware of us. It was tempting to say the least. “My place isn’t far.”

“Good.” He slapped another bill from his wallet onto the bar for my tab as I finished the water. He held out his elbow for me to slide my hand into as he led me out of the bar.

We chatted a bit on the walk to my place. It seemed the whiskey had had little effect on Tyler, even though I had never met him. I was a bit more than tipsy after mixing alcohol this evening but was feeling great. When we reached my apartment I unlocked the door, pointed him to the kitchen and told him where a bottle of Crown Royal was that my ex had left in my place and excused myself to use the bathroom. I found him with a small glass of the whiskey when I returned, pouring the liquid down his throat. “You seem to like whiskey,” I teased.

“Puts me in a good mood,” he replied, setting the glass down in the sink. “Not that I need something to do that tonight. Your beautiful body has a similar effect.” He crossed my kitchen in a couple strides, cornering me against the wall. “Now, I wanna taste you.”

I swallowed, noting the throbbing that increased between my legs. I hadn’t had sex for a long time it seemed, and all this talk of devouring me was bringing me close to the edge already. I tried to squeeze by him to lead him to the bedroom but he wrapped his arms around my waist and covered my mouth with his. I could taste whiskey as his tongue dove inside my mouth hungrily. My hands found their way into his hair as I kissed him back, leaning my trembling body into him. His erection pressed against my belly through his jeans as he gripped me tighter and continued his heavenly assault on my mouth, one hand dropping from my back to cup my ass. I moaned into his mouth and he let me go, both of us breathless as he dragged me from the kitchen in search of my bedroom.

Stumbling behind him, I pointed to a door on his left and he threw it open, pulling me inside and kaçak iddaa roughly pushed me onto the bed face down. I started to get up but he pushed my face back down and then pulled my hips back so I stood leaning over the bed. Light poured into the dim room from the hallway and the small windows over the bed so he could see what he was doing. He fumbled with the tiny zipper in my skirt for several seconds before he grabbed each side of the slit in the back and jerked my skirt apart up my legs. I let out a small scream as the cool air touched my bare thighs. He pulled his shirt off and knelt down behind me, running his hands across my black lace panties and my ass cheeks, nuzzling my damp pussy through the material with his nose. He gripped my thighs and inhaled, sighing as he took in my scent. Reaching up to my waist he slid the wet panties down my legs and I stepped out of them, spreading my feet apart. With his arms wrapped around my legs, his tongue slipped out of his lips and lapped at my shaved pussy gently for several moments before his wide open mouth latched onto my lips, sucking my clit as hard as he could. I screamed and moaned as my legs shuddered under his grasp. I was cumming before I could think clearly again and I squealed into my bed covers as I covered his face in my juices.

Tyler slowed down his assault on my clit as my noises subsided, softly licking me all over as I relaxed. After a few minutes he grabbed my hips tightly again and thrust his tongue inside my tight pussy as I moaned. Moving my hips back and forth he tongue fucked my pussy until I came again, my pussy juices running down his chin and my legs. He slowed down again as my orgasm dwindled, licking my soft flesh slowly like an ice cream cone. His tongue moved further up my crack, licking my anus and sliding inside for a few moments. His facial hair tickled my sensitive skin as he invaded my ass, causing me to scream and wiggle beneath him.

Tyler groaned and stood up behind me, unzipping his jeans while I stayed in position. The tip of his hard cock brushed my ass as it sprang free of his clothes. Lining up with my soaking wet hole he slipped his dick inside me, penetrating my pussy slowly inch by inch. I growled as he held me still, teasing me with his cock. He squeezed my ass cheeks in each hand once he buried himself inside me and held still for a few moments. Reaching up my back, he grabbed a handful of my long hair and jerked my head back as I screamed. “Ready for me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, the pain in my scalp becoming more bearable.

“Good little bitch,” he replied, slapping my ass with his free hand as he inched himself from my throbbing pussy. Before the head came out he jerked hard on my hair again, pulling me back onto his cock as I screamed again. Tyler fucked me like this for some time at a steady pace, moving my body with my hair and slapping my ass, burying his cock deep inside me while I whined and moaned. My head hurt a bit but his brusque handling of my half-naked body was exciting me.

After some time had passed he pulled his dick out of me and jerked me up on my feet by my hair, spun me around to face him so he could remove my torn skirt from my waist. With him knelt down in front of me I stepped out of my skirt and he tossed it aside while his mouth found the inside of one knee, kissing my leg gently. I watched his head and muscled arms as he tasted my flesh. He moved over to the other leg and slowly worked his way up to my pussy as goosebumps crawled across my skin. My legs parted as his tongue darted out to lick my damp lips softly. My body shuddered in response to his teasing.

Tyler stood back up to face me, grabbed my bare ass and picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The heat in his eyes thrilled every inch of my body as he moved onto the bed and laid us down on the covers. His mouth devoured mine once more as I wiggled beneath him, wanting his cock inside me again. Breaking the kiss, he got up on his knees between my parted legs and took each side of my button up shirt in his hands, tugging the material apart harshly and popping off every button all the way up my chest. My nipples were peeking out of my bra cups from being manhandled earlier, and Tyler leaned down on me to take one in his hot mouth. I arched my back in response, my pussy throbbing for attention as he ravished each nipple in turn. Noticing the clasp on my bra was in the front he unhooked it, freeing my large breasts for his tasting. I tried to wrap my hands around his head but he pushed my arms up over my head and held me there as he licked every inch of my breasts, my clit throbbing even harder now. I whimpered in protest, watching him take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard. I shrieked a little as the kaçak bahis sensation spread across my body and he looked up at my face and grinned.

He let go of my arms then, scooting down the bed to plant his face between my legs again. Running his hot tongue across my lips hungrily, he then blew cool air onto the damp skin causing me to shiver. He grinned again, a devilish grin that kept my pussy slick with need. He continued lapping at my lips and clit, slowly torturing me as he lifted my legs up and apart to grab my ass cheeks and squeeze. His tongue moved lower, dipping inside my fucked little hole as I moaned. The teasing was too much for me; I needed to cum again. I reached down and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling his face harder against my clit. He looked up at me and I could tell he was smiling. I moved his head against me as he flicked his tongue over my clit, my breasts bouncing around as I fucked his face. Tyler wrapped his arms around my thighs and held on as I moved his head and my hips faster, my orgasm just seconds away. I screamed loudly when it spilled over the edge, rubbing my cream all over his mouth. He slowed down as I let go, my strength collapsing after yet another climax.

His mouth began trailing kisses up my stomach as I lay there in ecstasy, running his tongue across my breasts and up to my neck. When his mouth reached my neck and I could smell my juices on his face, he alternately kissed and licked my neck and ear as his hands pushed my arms up over my head again. Holding my wrists with one hand, his other hand picked up my right leg and rested my ankle on his shoulder. I stared into his face as he shoved his cock back into my slick hole, laying more of his weight on my leg and stretching me. Tyler pounded into me again and again as I shrieked in pain and pleasure. The way he used my body so roughly was absolute heaven to me; I needed a good, hard fuck badly. He groaned as he let go of my wrists to lean up on his hands, fucking me harder yet as he spilled his load into my hole.

After a moment to relax his breathing, he looked down at me and grinned as he slid his dick from my pussy. My leg dropped down as he lay down on his back next to me. I could feel his cum running out of me as I turned to him, my breathing slower than his. He looked at the ceiling for several seconds before turning to face me. He grinned. “Get on my cock, bitch.”

I glanced down in surprise at his still hard dick. “You haven’t had enough yet?” I teased.

“I’m pretty sure I will never have enough of you, honey,” he remarked. “I’ve never tasted a more delicious woman.”

I blushed, biting my lip as I crawled on top of him, shedding the rest of my clothes. I knelt over his cock and leaned forward, my breasts dangling over his face. He held onto my waist with his strong hands as I held his cock under my pussy. He pushed me down and thrust up inside me at once, sending a shudder through my belly. I held still for a moment as the dim light from outside shone through the windows onto our naked bodies. Tyler began moving my hips for me with his hands and I took the hint, starting out slowly, feeling the head of his dick rubbing my cervix. He laid there watching me grind my hips against him for awhile, our juices covering the both us as I rode him. I leaned forward over him, grabbed the headboard and started sliding up and down his shaft, fucking him steadily. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge and I moaned, causing him to squeeze my hips tighter and thrust up inside me. Our breathing increased as he pounded away at my pussy, my moaning and his groaning turning into screams as I came and he followed, shooting another load into my fucked hole. I collapsed and shuddered on top of him, his heart pounding beneath my chest.

I hadn’t noticed I had fallen asleep until I woke a few minutes later. Tyler was watching me, his fingers stroking my back as I laid on him. I smiled and rolled over, sighing as I sat up and ran my eyes across his naked flesh. He watched me in silence, one arm under his head on my pillow and the other laying on his stomach. I ran a finger across the sun tattoo on his bicep. “Thanks, I needed that,” I whispered.

He cocked his head and grinned. “No, thank you, Lindsey. I enjoyed every moment. You are one incredible woman I won’t soon forget.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, his hungry mouth finding mine and devouring me once again.

I could taste myself on his lips and I sighed again. “Do you need me to call a cab?”

“I can’t stay?” he asked with a teasing smile. “I would love to wake you up in a few hours.”

“Oh, my,” I replied, blushing again. “My body will probably be sore for some time and…and…”

“No more manhandling?” he inquired. “Well, I can’t make any promises about that. Fucking you feels too good.”

I sighed, crawling into the bed next to him. “Okay, you can stay. Tonight.”

“Mmm,” he grinned. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

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