The Book of Attraction Pt. 02

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So, we left it all in the basement. That morning Lucy left for her outdoors adventure with her friends and would not be back for a couple of weeks. Mom saw her off, she must have insisted not to wake me. She knew I’d be there to see her go. She didn’t want that and that is what played with my mind. The first time she had been awake. But after she neglected it for weeks. The second time was no mistake. Now she’d be away for weeks. So here I was in this situations stuck on a page in the book. Scared to turn over to the next chapter.

Normally she would text me if she was away for a while, but it had been almost two weeks already and I didn’t get anything. She was due back tomorrow and besides, I had to stay stubborn and play hard to get. If I caved now I’d show I was the weak one and she would have less respect for me. Well that’s what the book said. I found myself jerking off more often. I had built up such a sex drive and all I thought about was that night in the basement. My cock buried between her cheeks, my sisters ass, my cock. The thought alone made me explode many times and it was the image of my fantasies.

School had hit an all time low. Without Lucy around I had nothing to distract me from how poor I’d been academically. Miss Green was on my case more and more each day. When I turned up with half a project to finish my assignment I knew that was the last straw. So here I was headed over to school for after school detention. Since everyone else had seemingly submitted a full project, I would be the only one around to sit in an empty classroom alone. It was odd seeing the parking lot so empty. The school looked lifeless with no lights on or anybody inside. I walked the halls in silence. I thought I’d stop by my locker to get some things to entertain me at least while I sat at a desk for an hour or so.

Along one of the walls they had set up banners for the school dance. It was six weeks away and I did not know who I would take. It couldn’t be Lucy that would be weird. It had to be someone I knew. I thought about Jenny but the likely hood of her being allowed to come along after her having left school already was slim.

Shaking the thought from my mind I turned the door knob to Miss Green’s classroom. She was sat at her desk with her arms folded looking over some papers. She looked down her nose at me as she instructed me to take a seat. I sat in silence as Miss Green marked paper after paper. I thought about asking to go to the bathroom but I didn’t want to risk extending my detention for another hour. After what seemed like twenty minutes or so the door knob clicked and in walked Keri. I hadn’t seen her since the fight at the PoolBar. Her eyes narrowed. She was either surprised to see me, or had only just noticed the what was left of the graze above my right eye.

“Miss Belcher, you’re late. Take a seat.”Miss Green chuffed.

Instead of sitting where she usually did she sat right across from me.

“Now that the two of you are here I want you both to come up with a thousand words on why you should not miss deadlines for my projects. Let me know how you intent to fix this problem going forward as I will be eager to here your explanations.” Miss Green was hot but that did not stop her being a pain in my ass.

Miss Green resumed corrected the assignments she did have. While me and Keri sat in an awkward silence scribbling down words we did not mean. I was about half way through when she held out a piece of paper for me. The paper was scrunched up into a small ball in her hand.

I took it from her hand and noticed the delicate touch of her fingers against mine. We had to be sly. If Miss Green saw I’d never get home. I spread the paper across my desk. The creases made it difficult to read and her writing made it even worse.

“The whole school is talking about you.”

I did not understand what she meant. Why would the whole school be talking about me?

I pulled the cap off my pen and wrote back.

“Why would the whole school be talking about me?”

I made sure to pass it over when Miss Green searched for something in her bag.

Keri unfolded the paper and shook her head. She smiled as she wrote down her reply.

She tossed it over this time and I caught it silently.

“The fight you had at the PoolBar, people have been talking, you don’t seem like a dorky kid after all.”

I didn’t take offence, I was used to being known as the dorky kid in school.

I couldn’t help but smirk.

“And what is it that you think is so funny?” Miss Green had caught us for sure.

I did my best to slip the note into my jean pocket.

“Nothing Miss, Just a funny memory Miss.”

“A memory huh? Anymore of your childlike smirks Mr Thomson and I’ll be forced to give you something to memorise. I do need my shelves filled with new books for the coming semester. Perhaps you could place them in alphabetical order and memorise the names? Would you like that?”

“No Thank you, Miss Green.”

I took a daring glance over at Keri who now smirked like I did. bahis firmaları She did better to hide it behind her standing textbook.

“I thought not, make sure to get your justification complete. If I need to keep you here longer I will.”

Miss Green now stood with her back to us. Scribbling on the blackboard with a textbook in her hand.

I carefully pulled the note out my pocket and read it again before writing back.

“The PoolBar was a mistake, I only meant to get my sister and take her home.”

She caught the paper. After reading it she wrote her reply down and tossed it back.

“Mistake or not, it was cool to watch. The way you protected your sister was amazing, your going up in the high school ranking.”

When I received the note I did not know what she had meant. What ranking system? Maybe it was just a metaphor for the popular people. That was one thing I certainly wasn’t, popular.

I never had been and nor did I want to be. I suppose she was right however. I did notice more people taking the time to talk to me. Heck, only a few weeks ago she did not even know who I was.

Right about this time Mr Blevins walked in.

“Hello Marie.” Mr Blevins stopped in his tracks when he saw me and Keri sitting down writing our justifications.

It was odd to hear someone call her by her first name. She did not seem like a Marie.

Miss Green or Marie, had set down the chalk. They whispered into each other ears being careful to avoid us hearing. Me and Keri shared the same look. Where they flirting? They couldn’t be could they? Her hand rested on his arm and he smiled like a Cheshire Cat when she spoke.

“Me and Mr Blevins are having to run along to the music department for a meeting. You two better have your justifications done for me returning or tomorrow we will have a date for the same time.”

Mr Blevins and Miss Green left the room chatting away as they echoed down the hall.

“They’re lovers.” Keri said.

“I think they’re just friends.” I said.

“You dorks always try to see the good in people don’t you” she shook her head.

Keri didn’t seem so horrible, yeah she was hot and I think she knew it, but she didn’t seem so bad to talk to.

“Did you not see the way she was looking at him and how he smiled at her. Wouldn’t surprise me if they were fucking right now.”

I nearly spat out my water.

“Lucky them.” She added.

I did not get what she was hinting at. I did my best to finish my justification while Keri opted to stroll around the class room looking through Miss Greens things.

“Have you ever wondered what a teachers hides behind her desk?” She trialed a nail along the desk.

“Keri you’re gonna get us in trouble!” I warned.

“Don’t you ever break the rules once in a while?” She huffed.

“Not when it could get us expelled.”

“That’s the thrill of it babe.”

She opened cupboards and drawers on either side of the classroom. For the most part she seemed unsatisfied. She was flicking through folders and papers until she found something. She held out a picture frame and turned it towards me. It was Miss Green looking all glam with Mr Blevins.

“Told ya!” She was right.

Who knew that Mr Blevins and Miss Green we’re together? I certainly had never guessed. Miss Green was the anti social type. Someone who got up at 5am everyday and slept at 8pm she was as organised as anybody he had ever seen.

Keri put away the the frame back where it had been hidden. She continued to search through drawers. My eyes were fixed on the door so I could give her some sort of warning in the case Miss Green returned. I knew she had found something else when her eyes widened. She looked at me, with her mouth in the shape of an O and back to the desk.

“Matt… look!”

Keri held a massive purple vibrator in her hand. It had to be at least 10 inches long! It had a very realistic look to it. It’s was veiny and thick as any he had seen. Porn was not something he visited often but it was all he had to refer it to.

Keri gave it an animated wiggle and we both giggled.

“How does she even!?” Keri made gestures, pretending to insert it into herself. I laughed hard and so did she.

“Maybe she’s keeping it for Mr Blevins.” I joked.

Keri threw her head back at that one. We laughed tearing laughs for about a minute.

“Hey let’s get out of here.” Keri retreated to the back of the class where the side door exit to the opposite hall was. She turned the handle and the door clicked open. She gave me a look of expectation. At first I thought she was kidding but she looked dead serious.

“Are you coming or not?” She smirked.

God she was beautiful. What was I doing. What about Lucy? I thought. I took one look at the door Miss Green had left from and then swivelled my head back round to meet Keri’s waiting eyes.

“Fuck it.”I slipped my justification into my bag as I made for the door.

She took my hand and we ran down the empty dark hall giggling like kindergarteners. kaçak iddaa She led me all the way to the end where the school janitor was mopping the halls.

“Hey you guys are meant to be in detention! Miss Green will here about this!” He shouted. Me and Keri retreated back the way we had came but bypassed Miss Green’s classroom. At the opposite end of the hallway we burst into the gymnasium. Our feet screeched across the basket ball court as we ran.

On the court there was wheeled railing that carried balls. She gave me a mischievous look and grabbed one. She did not have a clue on how to handle it. She did bounce it a few times but her coordination was all wrong.

I snatched the ball from her hands and she chased me around the court. I bounced it towards her but it got caught underneath her feet and she fell.

Sliding across the floor she stopped at my feet. I felt like laughing but it looks sore the way she hit the ground.

I bent down to held her up.

“Here give me your hand.” I entered my open palm.

She took it and pulled herself up. She was a little shaken but she did not seem hurt. Her hair had gotten rather messy and I pointed it out. For a bout 30 seconds she messed about with it trying to straighten it out.

“Better?” She looked at me as she asked for approval.

“You looked good either way.”

The right side of her face curled into a half smile.

Suddenly at the end of the court Mr Bell the headmaster came through the fire door with a notepad in his hand. He was in the phone and far too busy to spot us.

“Quick in here!” Keri dragged me behind the bleacher benches.

“Where are Marie and Chris? They were to be at the meeting 5 minutes ago?”

Mr Bell stormed out the hall.

We huddled under the benches, there wasn’t a lot of space behind them. Metal bars seemed to stem from everywhere like a dark climbing frame. Keri has been pressed up against me. I could feel her heart beating fast, but not nearly as fast as mine.

“God Matt I can hear your heart from here, this not the type of thing you usually do?” She mocked.

It was a rhetorical question but I answered anyway.

“No.” I was still catching my breath.

“Well I bet this isn’t either.”

Keri stepped towards me. Her perfume seemed to fix my feet to the floor. She pursed her lips and planted a kiss on my own. When our lips touched I felt a tingling on the back of my neck. Her lips were full and soft, they caressed mine as we open and closed our mouths together. Her tongue escaped from her own mouth and slithered across the upper side of mine. Thankfully my cock had been tucked under my belt for she would have felt me digging into her.

Her tongue felt so smooth against mine as mines battled back with hers. Her hands ran up my now generously muscular arms to my shoulders, until she had both her hands around the back of my neck. I had never made out with another girl in school before, never mind with Keri Belcher! I was shy at first. I neglected to touch her with my hands out of respect. Her hands then clasped my own and she brought them down to her waist. We continued to kiss in a silent frenzy until she moved my hands round to her firm ass. She was being turned on by me. The dorky kid who liked Game of thrones and Star Wars. When my hands slipped from her waist to her ass as I did my best to visualise with touch what her ass looked like.

I was enjoying myself until images of Lucy popped into my head. What was I doing? I was in love with Lucy not Keri. Keri had only started speaking to me for a few days. Lucy had been there my whole life. It was at that point I knew where my loyalties resided. I felt her hand travel down my torso in approach of my crotch. It was then stopped her. My hand gripped hers firmly.

She broke our kiss with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Look Keri you are hot, insanely hot there is no disputing that, and I’ve always had an attraction for you ever since preschool, but before the PoolBar you had never spoken to me before, and besides I’ve been speaking to someone else. I feel like this is just the wrong thing for me to do.”

Keri brought her hands down from my neck and folded them in her arms. She did not look pleased nor did she look angry.

“God Matt why do you have to such a goddamn nice guy. Maybe it’s me then, maybe I’m not used to being with guys like you.” She put her head down and folded her arms.

It was obvious to me then she carried some kind of guilt. I couldn’t understand what, but it was obvious.

“Don’t get me wrong. I think you’re really nice, and since we have spoken you’ve been really nice to me. I just can’t be doing this when I’m doing it with someone else ya know?”

The tone in my voice did nothing to help me. I was flustered, I’d just been kissing the hottest girl in school and bizarrely I was putting an end to it.

“You’re a real good guy, you know that. You’re protective, and caring, mindful just to say a few. I think whoever it is you have in mind, she is very kaçak bahis lucky. Say who is it that you have in mind?” She asked.

“A girl from my part of town. You wouldn’t know her she goes to a different school.” I lied.

“Try me, I bet I would.”

“Lisa.”

“Lisa who?”

“Lisa… Mathews.” Great id just said used a pornstar to create a fake girlfriend.

“Alright Mr ladies man. If you’re so loved up then I’ll get going. See ya around.” Keri turned on a swivel and left like Mr Bell had.

Alone underneath the stands I was torn. Did Keri want me as much as I wanted my sister? It couldn’t that come at a worse time. I’d longed for this girl for so long. My mind replayed recent events and I had one thing to thank. The book.

Ever since I’d opened it, good things had been occurring. My sister and I had our first sexual encounter. Yeah we hadn’t spoken about it yet but it was definitely a change to how our relationship was before.

Now girls actually noticed me as I passed them in the hallways. Keri spoke to me for the first time. We kissed under these stands and now she hinted that she felt a little something for me. Despite how poorly I’d been in class, things were looking up for my personal and social life.

I left it another 5 minutes before leaving. I had to fix my straining erection, it had no plans on deflating anytime soon so I did my best to hide it as I left.

I had been away too long now. If I had to return to Miss Green I did not dare to think what punishment she would have set out for me. Instead I headed home. I’d finish my justification over the weekend and hope that would be enough to evade further punishment.

Lucy still hadn’t text me. I starting to believe that maybe she regretted it. Or she felt the shame as I did at the start. I felt guilty even for kissing Keri. Everything seemed to be in a whirlwind right now. School, Lucy, Keri, even the grief my family were still going through. When I got in I opted to read some of the book. Maybe it would clear my head up a little.

I’d skipped many chapters, feeling as though they were not needed when trying to seduce a relative.

Chapter 4

Once you are established as an emotional beacon, and or a route for sexual desire. Begin with exploring the basics. On step at a time. Love doesn’t hit you like a freight train, it is eased in like the change of the seasons.

Reading today’s passage I advanced a few pages. I liked to know what was a few steps ahead. The pages landed on a detailed guide. The image of a vagina and instructions on how to induce an orgasm. I marked the page with a note so that I would not forget if it ever came in handy.

The thought of me going down there on my sister was something I wouldn’t think to be true. Only in a fantasy. I hoped not. If we are to continue with how we left off then maybe we would go further than that.

Her absence teased me, tortured me in fact. I wondered if she thought about it every night as I did. I wondered if she thought of what it would be like when she came back. Would she come running through the door and leap into my arms with all the kisses in the world? Or would she wait until I was not home, and hide away in her room like she did after the night in my bed?

Sometimes my mind derailed, Keri snuck in there a few times, though not as often as Lucy. It was about time I got myself a girlfriend but Keri really? The high school future prom queen, the one all the guys were after, surely she was not the one for me. Maybe I’d found a girlfriend in my sister. Maybe she was what I needed right about now. My mind tossed and turned like a sleepless night.

As today ended and tomorrow came the anxiety built up inside me. I figured I’d get outta the house and allow her some space with my mom once she got back. Perhaps my absence would get to her and she would want to see me. I had to stop myself many times over the past few weeks from sending her a text. I followed the book and remained strong.

At around 6pm I left the house in anticipation for Lucy returning. I knew she’d return late when I overheard her talking with mom on the phone. I knew she had asked about me when my mom had said I was doing fine.

I left the house knowing exactly where I would go, the same place I always went when I wanted to hide away from the realities of life. Taking my camera I headed for the forest to snap pictures of whatever looked good. The sun was starting to set at this time of day and I wanted to get some good shots of the lake and the pine trees that surrounded it. Fisherman floated on tiny boats in the water and the sun reflected a shimmering beam of orange across the water. It was as good as scenery as any and I figured these would make for great shots.

In my bag I’d brought the book for extra background reading. But I didn’t feel the need to read when I was so at one with nature in that moment. Instead I pulled out a sandwich I had made to snack on and ate that.

I was enjoying the breeze, it came and went periodically and cooled me down from the setting sun. I heard birds chirp above me in the canopy. For a while I listened to nature and all the noises. After a while I heard the snapping of twigs behind me and the faint crunching of boots on earth.

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As Salam Alaikum, people. Maimuna Jibril here. I am a 36-year-old Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Recently, something amazing happened. A remarkable man came into my life, a beautiful young man from the island of Haiti, and I’m honestly falling in love with him. His name is Stefano Saint-Mathieu, and we met on the OC Transpo bus that I ride every morning from downtown Ottawa to the university campus where I work as a cleaner.

Stefano Saint-Mathieu and I come from different worlds, but we’ve actually fallen in love. No one was more surprised about this than yours truly, seriously. I never thought I’d love another human being after losing my husband Ali and my daughter Amina to the tribal warfare afflicting my homeland of Somalia. Stefano came into my life, quite unexpectedly, and he’s been an injection of energy and passion into my otherwise dreary existence. I can’t get enough of this marvelous young Haitian stud, that’s for damn sure.

Stefano is tall, dark and handsome, and works as a security guard at an office in downtown Ottawa. He also studies at the university campus where I work as a cleaner. We were destined to meet one day, that’s what I’m honestly starting to believe. Stefano makes me feel alive and cared for like no man before. Did you know that I’ve never actually received flowers in my entire life? The other day, Stefano had flowers delivered to me at my place in Vanier. How awesome is that?

You’ve got to understand that, as a woman born and raised in Somalia, an Islamic country, bahis firmaları there are things which women in Judeo-Christian, democratic and Western-style nations take for granted which women like me can only dream about. In Somalia, marriages are arranged according to the wishes of the Elders of the Clan in which a young Somali, male or female, was born. You don’t get to pick and choose. It’s up to your clan elders, and the men of your family. That’s the fate of women in places like Somalia, Djibouti, Somaliland and Puntland.

I cared deeply for my slain husband Ali and our daughter Amina, but Ali and I did not marry out of love. We were from two different clans that are culturally related to each other, so the Elders of his Clan arranged for Ali to marry me. Ali treated me with respect and kindness, but we didn’t have a passionate marriage. In Somalia, marriages aren’t about love and passion. It’s the foundation for society. We marry for the continuation of our clans, our bloodlines, and our culture. The romanticism that Westerners attach to their relationships always irked me, until I met Stefano, a young Black man raised in Western society.

I was ecstatic, and that night, as I lay on my bed, I smelled the flowers, and dreamed of my sweet Stefano. My favorite Haitian stud was working overnight, and I seriously wished he were at home so I could thank him properly for the flowers. The following night, Stefano and I dined at Soleil Des Iles, a quaint little Haitian restaurant in the east end of Ottawa and afterwards, we watched kaçak iddaa the movie Annie, the cool remake with Jamie Foxx and that white lady from the movie Troy, and had ourselves a lot of fun.

Of course, the real fun didn’t begin for Stefano and I until we got back to my place. I invited Stefano to my place for some tea, but we never even made it to the kitchen. Indeed, we went straight to my bedroom. As a tall, voluptuous and strongly built Somali Muslim woman, I have reserves of energy that would intimidate most males, but Stefano Saint-Mathieu, the gorgeous Haitian stud who stole my heart, is definitely not most men. And I’m happy to say that the esteemed Stefano continues to thrill me, in and out of the bedroom.

One of the many things I love about Stefano is the fact that he constantly tells me how beautiful I am, and proves to me how delightful he finds me. Remember that I come from a place where men are all-important and a woman’s place is at home, away from any sphere of importance. Stefano appreciates me for my beauty, my brains, my dreams and hopes. When I told him that I got accepted at La Cite Collegiale, where I’m going to start studying Nursing, Stefano took me out to celebrate and encouraged me. The lad is amazing, seriously!

Once in the bedroom, Stefano Saint-Mathieu, the perfect gentleman, morphed into Stefano the wild sexual conqueror. A startling, wickedly sexy transformation came over my favorite tall, dark and handsome Haitian stud. Undressing me hastily, Stefano laid me on the bed, and proceeded to make kaçak bahis sweet love to me. I lay there, completely relaxed, as Stefano licked me from my head to my toes. Stefano believes that every inch of the female body is to be appreciated and the brother from Haiti definitely practices that which he preaches.

I gently rubbed my tits together and clucked my tongue as Stefano buried his face between my thighs, and licked my pussy. The brother took his sweet time as he pleasured me, and I moaned gently, loving what Stefano was doing to me. I’ve heard all kinds of things about Haitians and their Voodoo magic, and I’ve come to realize that magic of the bedroom is what these people possess, if my angel Stefano Saint-Mathieu is any indication.

Seriously, a lot of my female friends say that most men consider eating pussy to be some kind of chore. Well, maybe that’s the case with their husbands or boyfriends but my Stefano is not like the others. The Haitian stud loves the taste of my sweet Somali pussy. And he knows how to pleasure me down there. I cried out, orgasmic, after Stefano methodically stabbed my clit with his tongue while his fingers probed my pussy. Stefano gathered me into his arms as my body thrashed wildly in orgasmic delight, then kissed me.

Afterwards, Stefano put me on all fours, and eased his long and thick, uncircumcised dick into my wet cunt. I pressed my thick Somali derriere against Stefano’s groin, driving his dick deeper inside of me. The Haitian stud gripped my hips and fucked me good and proper, slamming his dick into my pussy. I cried out his name, and we made love passionately. Much later, I kissed Stefano and thanked him for being all the amazing things that he is. Stefano smiled and shrugged, then we fell asleep.

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He had come over for dinner while I was still working at home. I told him I’d join him once I was done with my work. He leaned over my shoulder and I could just barely smell his body wash, something young and enticing—coconut mixed with peppermint. It made me want to rest my head against his chest and breathe him in. But I kept my eyes focused on the words in front of me.

“I’m almost done,” I said, “Then we can go watch TV.”

He breathed deeply in reply, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin on my neck. He leaned forward again, the scruff of his beard brushing the tender spot between my neck and collarbone.

“Okay,” he whispered playfully, his hands finding their way to my tense shoulders and beginning to massage. “I guess I’ll let you finish first.”

I tried to focus on the paper in front of me, but the letters were becoming blurred as I gave into his touch. It was like all the tension from my long day of work was traveling out of my shoulders and into his hands.

I closed my eyes, imagining the veins in his arms. Those fucking sexy veins. I had tried for weeks now to stop tracing over those veins with my eyes, stop picturing those hands on me. We were friends. Nothing like that could happen.

Still, I could feel the sexual tension in the air. It was strong, palpable.

He hesitated for a moment and I wondered what he was thinking. We hadn’t done anything yet, just harmless flirting here and there, but nothing concrete. Even though we both knew we wanted it.

His fingers slid slowly up the base of my neck, pressing slightly at the vein that was pulsing with anticipation. “Mhmm,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

His voice was thick and it sent goosebumps from my neck down to my legs. It was fucking maltepe escort insane how just his voice could do that to me. I closed my eyes then opened them again, forcing myself to look at the screen in front of me. He pressed his chin into my neck again, then slowly moved upward, scratching me softly with his beard.

Fuck it. I wasn’t going to get anything done.

I leaned into him and felt him stiffen. This was the moment. It was either happening or it wasn’t. I wished, again, that I could read his thoughts. The thoughts in my own head were so loud I swear he could hear them.

“I’m ready.”

His hands shifted forward again, tracing over my collarbone. He slid one finger underneath the hem of my shirt, making my body flush warm. Then he began to alternate between touching me gently and pressing his fingers hard into my skin. The sensation was driving me crazy. I could feel my clit start to throb in anticipation.

His hands paused on my chin, tracing my jaw line, then slowly turning me around to face him. His eyes were low, almost dream-like. So fucking sexy.

He tilted my face to his and kissed me softly. I swear it was like my lips melted into his, like our bodies knew each other. We became urgent. He lifted me from the chair and thrust my body into his. My hands pulled his hair; I dug my fingernails into the warm skin of his back. He grabbed at my arms, my neck, my breasts. Every touch filled me with more and more pleasure.

He led me to my bedroom, lips still locked on mine. Even when he turned around to shut the door he pulled me with him, unable to let go. I didn’t want him to.

He spun me around and slowly moved my hair from the nape of my neck. His hands traveled over my shoulders, my breasts, and my arms escort maltepe until they reached the hem of my skirt. I took a deep breath. Every cell in my body was pulsing and I could feel that I was already soaking through my thong. God I wanted him.

He squeezed my hips, my ass, then slowly pulled my shirt over my head, running his hands over every inch of my bare skin. I was wearing a lace bralette and he took his time admiring it, slipping his fingers under the straps and moving the thin fabric aside to playfully flick my nipples. He squeezed my breasts again, then lifted my bralette over my head and moved to my skirt. It was almost painful, waiting as he slowly unzipped the back, taking his time to slide his fingers over my thong and touch me through the fabric.

I stood naked in front of him, and watched as his eyes traveled over my body. Slowly. Taking every inch of me in.

He groaned into my ears, “Fuck. Your body’s incredible.” and I moaned as he softly fingered my sex, “Goddamn, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

I felt like my entire body was vibrating, as he continued to circle my clit with his thumb, slowly sliding one finger in and out of my soaking cunt. His other hand cupped a boob, and pinched my nipple. Twisting and pulling it until I was whimpering. His breath was heavy on my ear, as he nuzzled my neck; nipping and sucking. He slid back, letting me roll on to my back and dipped his head to suck in a nipple while a hand kept working my dripping cunt. He hooked his fingers slightly, and starts moving them in a rocking motion. He pushed deeper, pulsing quickly, slowly, then quickly again. A rhythm that made my body both tingle and squirm with pleasure. I moan, my breathing shallow, as his fingers moved faster, and harder, maltepe escort bayan his mouth hot on my nipple, sucking it.

“I love it when you moan,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper, making me arch my back and clutch the sheets with pleasure. “But now I wanna know what you sound like when I’m inside you.”

My body quivered. I was out of control, intoxicated by his every touch. He was going to make me cum. And I was powerless. Not that I wanted this to end any differently anyway.

With his fingers still inside me, he maneuvered his body and pulled down his pants, revealing the cock I’d been dreaming about fucking for months. That forbidden body part, that goddamn forbidden man. I wanted all of him.

He slid his fingers out and his penis inside me in one motion. He felt so full. So fucking good. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but he saw me and tugged at my bottom lip. “Don’t you hold back. I wanna hear you. I wanna hear you scream.”

I cried out, breathy and uncontrollably as he thrusted again and again. I was already so close to cumming it was unbelievable. My fingernails dug into his back and he bit my collarbone as he reached his own orgasm. I could feel his body—every thick, strong muscle, the warmth of his chest pressed against mine.

“Moan.” He commanded as he thrust even deeper and I did. I moaned. And I moaned. And I pulled him closer to me as he came.

His fingers slid back inside me and he pulsed again. My entire body clenched, then released and I cried out as I came.

We fucked for hours after, rolling around, pulling hair, grabbing breasts and ass and shoulders and backs and skin. I rode him until he came then he thrust into me while fingering my clit until I did too, a beautiful climax of screams and scratches and bliss.

When we were finished, he kissed me again, then pulled me to his chest. “I don’t know what the fuck just happened,” he murmured into my hair, pushing a loose strand away from my face, “But damn. That was good.”

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Marilyn gripped the steering wheel tightly, struggling to focus on the road. Her mind filled with memories of the previous week and thoughts of what laid ahead for her and her son Robert. They were on their way to the Abrams Health Institute, a place unknown to Marilyn just a week before, but the things she read and heard about it made her nervous, hopeful, but strangely excited. Excited in a way mothers shouldn’t be, but excited nonetheless.

Marilyn had set up the appointment only yesterday, but was pleased they could accommodate them so quickly. As she made the final turn onto the street where the Institute was located, her thoughts again returned to her son, the images of that night so clear and vivid in her mind.

Robert was an only child. His father left the family 8 years earlier for his new, young secretary. That pain was only somewhat lessened when Robert heard that same secretary stole his father’s car, emptied the bank account and fled the country just two years later. “Bastard got what he deserved,” Marilyn thought to herself.

Marilyn did the best she could as a single mother. She never remarried and didn’t date often, instead focusing on raising her son. Robert was 19 years old now, attending the local community college and earned a spot on the swim team. He was an attractive young man, nearly 6 feet tall with an athletic build, but still shy and reserved. Marilyn made several half-hearted attempts at inquiring about his love life, but didn’t press too much, trying to respect her son’s privacy. She never dared even speak of sex or the “birds and the bees” with him. It was that night where Marilyn’s thoughts kept returning, that night only a week before where things changed. Oh, that night…

It was late evening, just past 11pm when Marilyn walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water. On her way past Robert’s room she noticed light flickering through the crack in the door. “He must have his computer on,” she thought, “I wonder what he’s working on.”

As she neared the door she could just make out some figures on the screen just over her son’s shoulder, his back toward the door. She realized it was a video as she could also hear muffled voices. When the screen finally came into focus, Marilyn’s heart stopped. It was porn! There was a figure of a naked man, leaning back against a desk, his large, erect penis engulfed by the mouth of a woman on her knees, dressed like a school teacher. What was even more shocking to Marilyn were the apparent ages of the actors. The male looked young, barely in his early 20’s while the woman playing the teacher was closer to Marilyn’s age.

“Oh my goodness,” she thought to herself. “My son is masturbating to this?” As though hypnotized by the scene, Marilyn crept closer, carefully opening the door wider for a better view. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she repeated in her thoughts.

She could now clearly see movement in front of her son, his arm quickly repeating its motions. It was at this moment that Marilyn inexplicably called out her son’s name. “Robert?” she called.

This couldn’t have been a more awkward moment for Robert. His mother had caught him masturbating and at the moment of climax, she called his name. It was too late. Startled, Robert jumped from his chair, but couldn’t stop the impending orgasm. His fist still clenched to his penis, now facing his mother, began spewing semen across the air landing at her feet.

“Mom! No!” he cried. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Mesmerized by the spectacle, his mother stared, watching each spurt come out, his penis throbbing and pulsing with each new volley of sperm. Marilyn stood speechless, staring at her son’s penis, then at the semen on the floor. As the last drops fell from his penis, Robert finally picked up the towel he had set aside for that purpose and caught the remaining ejaculate, covering his genitals from his mother’s piercing gaze.

“Oh, Robert, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were… I mean I should have… I should have knocked…” Marilyn stammered. “I’m sorry. I’m going to bed now.” And with that, she abruptly left and returned to her room.

Robert stood motionless and confused. Embarrassed at being caught, even more ashamed that he couldn’t stop ejaculating in front of her, he quickly shut off his computer, cleaned the remaining cum off the floor, shut the light off and jumped into bed. “How will I face her in the morning?” he dreaded.

The next few days were tense, and awkward with neither one saying but a few words to each other. Robert could no longer masturbate, fearing he would be caught again. Marilyn seemed intent on ignoring the issue or pretending nothing occurred. “This is not right,” she thought. “This isn’t healthy.” She then became determined to heal the trouble she caused, hoping that the incident would not scar her son for life.

The Internet could be a wealth of information or a maze of confusion. Marilyn searched for clinical definitions, psychological disorders, magazine advice columns, even fetish bursa escort sites dedicated to older women and younger men. Some of these sites were shocking to say the least, yet Marilyn found some to be unexpectedly arousing, pausing longer than she should have at some of the images.

After searching for several days, Marilyn came across a support group site for single mothers. One particular discussion focused on raising teenage sons and the dreaded “sex talk” most parents feared. One reference in particular seemed to be repeated quite frequently: The Abrams Health Institute. Apparently, this institute focused on reproductive and sexual health, and offered special counseling to mothers and their children. After reading several comments about the successes of the program, Marilyn made the decision to call and make an appointment. She wanted to help her son and felt this would be the best way.

As they pulled into the driveway of the institute, Marilyn couldn’t help but notice the style of the building. Set atop a small hill, stood a large, almost Victorian era building, like a large home or mansion. The small parking lot accommodated less than 10 cars with a few spots open for Marilyn and her son.

“I’m glad you came with me today Robert.” Marilyn spoke as they entered the building. “I’m sure they’ll help us get through this. Robert smiled timidly and responded, “I hope so, too mom.”

Once inside, Marilyn approached the front desk. A short, plump woman perhaps in her early 50’s with slightly greying hair and black-rimmed glasses greeted them. “Welcome to the Abrams Institute. Do you have an appointment?” she asked.

“Yes, I called yesterday. Our appointment is at 4pm.” Marilyn responded.

“Oh yes,” the nurse said, “you must be Marilyn. And this must be Robert,” as she turned and smiled. “Welcome.” The nurse then motioned to the seating area, “Please have a seat, you’re our last appointment for the day and Dr. Abrams is just finishing with a patient and will be right out.”

“Thank you,” Marilyn added, then sat down with Robert. As they sat, Marilyn scanned her surroundings. This room looked less like a doctor’s office and more like a living room or parlor with old, but expensive looking furniture. Marilyn felt at ease here. It was certainly not like the sterile atmosphere of most hospitals or clinics. Even Robert felt less anxious in these surroundings.

Then a door opened just down the hall. A woman and her son exited, both smiling. “Well, that is a good sign,” Marilyn thought to herself.

“Thank you so much Dr. Abrams,” the woman said, “we really enjoyed today’s session.” She then turned and walked past Marilyn and Robert, her arm around her son as they walked out the front entrance.

“Marilyn? Robert?” the doctor asked. Then both turned and saw an attractive woman with dark, shoulder length hair, in her mid-40’s, standing about 5′ 7″. Robert was immediately infatuated, his taste for mature women now known. The doctor’s white coat covering what seemed like a very ample bosom.

“Yes,” Marilyn responded.

“Welcome, my name is Dr. Alicia Abrams. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please follow me and we’ll get started.” They both followed the Dr. Abrams into another room, this one like an office or study of a large home. At one end was a large oak desk. At the other was a padded leather table and just behind it were several cabinets and a sink.

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Doctor.”

“I’m glad you came,” the doctor responded. “I’ve reviewed what we spoke about on the phone yesterday and I’m sure I can help you both. We have a long and successful track record, especially when dealing with matters like yours.”

Robert was now asking himself how much his mother told the doctor about their recent incident. Still, there was something very calming and reassuring in the doctor’s voice. She exuded both confidence and kindness in a way that made both Robert and Marilyn hopeful.

“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” the doctor began. “Since this is your first visit, we’ll need to perform some preliminary tests. Robert, can you please go behind the screen near my desk? I’ll need you to remove your clothes and wear the robe that’s hanging there. Ok?”

“Um, ok” Robert answered. “But… do I leave my… um underwear on?”

“No Robert, you’ll need to remove everything for the tests. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We’ll be gentle with you,” she said in that warm, reassuring voice. Robert moved behind the screen and began to disrobe. As he removed his clothes, he could hear his mother and the doctor discussing details of the night was caught masturbating.

“So, when you walked in on Robert, was he able to finish? Did he reach orgasm?” the doctor asked.

“Oh, uh, yes Doctor.” Marilyn replied uncomfortably.

“But you didn’t assist him in any way, did you?”

“No, no. I returned to my room after that.” Marilyn said.

“I see,” said the doctor.

Robert was beginning to feel the onset of an erection as he pulled bursa escort bayan down his underwear, his penis beginning to fill out. “Not now,” he thought to himself. “Not now.” He then put on the loose fitting robe and stepped out.

As he emerged from behind the screen, Marilyn and the doctor watched, the robe only reaching halfway down Robert’s thighs, exposing his muscular legs.

“Ok Robert, first let’s get you weighed. Step over to the scale please,” the doctor asked. She then walked over to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom, “Janet, can you please bring in a new chart and supplies?”

“Yes doctor,” the voice replied.

As Robert stepped on the scale, the door opened. It was the woman at the front desk. She handed a clipboard and chart to Dr. Abrams, then placed some items on the counter, a bottle of liquid of some kind, a measuring tape, and some washcloths.

“This is Janet,” the doctor said to Marilyn and Robert, “she’s a registered nurse and will be assisting me today with your preliminary exam.”

The doctor handed back the clipboard to Janet then turned to Robert and set up the scale, “180 lbs,” she called out. Then, using the height tool, she measured his height. “And 5 feet, 11 inches tall.” Janet began writing the numbers onto the chart. “Now, step down from the scale please and face me,” the doctor requested.

Dr. Abrams reached for the measuring tape then wrapped it around Robert’s chest. “Lift your arms for me please,” she asked. “42 inches,” she called out as the nurse continued taking notes. Dr. Abrams then reached around his waist continuing her measurements. “32 inches,” she called out again.

“Ok Robert, I’ll need you to open your robe for a moment.”

Robert became somewhat nervous. She was asking him to expose himself not just in front of the doctor, but the nurse and his mother, too. Hesitantly, he untied the robe and opened it, glancing toward his mother, their eyes meeting at first, he then noticed his mother’s eyes move down toward his exposed genitals.

“My goodness,” Marilyn thought to herself, “my boy has certainly grown up,” as she admired his thick, plump penis and his low hanging testicles.

The doctor kneeled in front of Robert and reached up with her hand, cupping his testicles. “I’m just checking for any lumps or abnormalities,” the doctor reassured, sensing his discomfort.

Marilyn began feeling a warm sensation through her body as the situation unfolded in front of her. The doctor, continuing to massage Robert’s scrotum, feeling each individual testicle, then grasped his flaccid penis, holding it up against his belly.

It was then that Robert could no longer control his erection. As soon as the doctor touched his penis, it immediately began to fill with blood, thickening and lengthening with each heartbeat. Sensing his embarrassment, the doctor looked up and smiled, “Don’t worry Robert, it’s a healthy sign and perfectly natural. In fact, I’ll need you maintain a full erection for the next part of the exam.”

The doctor could feel Robert’s penis throb and continue to harden as she gave him a few slow, gentle strokes, coaxing his penis to reach its full potential. As it lengthened in her hand, the doctor reached for the measuring tape again and placed the end at the base of Robert’s penis.

Robert’s embarrassment was complete. His erect penis on display, his mother continuing to stare at his genitals, and doctor was about to measure his manhood.

“Length, 7 and a half inches,” she called out with Janet quickly writing down the information. The doctor then wrapped the tape around Robert’s penis, “circumference, 5 and a half inches.”

Robert felt awkward and still embarrassed displaying an erection in front of everyone, and now hearing his measurements being called out for everyone to hear only added to his discomfort. “How many penises have they seen? How many have they measured?” he thought. He glanced again at his mother, her eyes still transfixed on his erection. “Why is she staring like that? Is she enjoying this too?” he pondered.

“Thank you Janet, that will be all,” the doctor concluded. And with that, Janet gave a quick smile at Robert then left the room.

“You’re doing great Robert,” Dr. Abrams said in that warm, reassuring voice. “Now you can go ahead and have a seat on the table.”

Robert covered his erection and hopped up on the table.

“So, Robert, your mother spoke to me about what happened and I’m here to help you both. I want you to speak frankly and answer my questions as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?” asked the doctor?

“Yes, I think so.” Robert replied, still aware of his erection hidden underneath his robe.

“Good,” she continued. “Your mother and I know that young men your age are full of hormones and urges, and that you need to find release from time to time. It’s normal and healthy for you to masturbate.”

Robert blushed, still feeling some embarrassment discussing the topic in front of his mother.

“How escort bursa often do you masturbate?” asked Dr. Abrams.

Robert turned towards his mother, then looked down. “Um, once a day,” he paused, “well, maybe twice a day.”

Dr. Abrams then turned toward Robert’s mother and asked, “And was that the first time you observed your son masturbating?”

“Oh, uh, yes doctor” Marilyn answered.

“But you’ve never spoken to Robert about masturbation or discussed sexual topics?” the doctor asked.

“No. I’m afraid I’ve always been a bit embarrassed to bring it up.” Marilyn then added, “But I guess I always suspected.”

“Yes,” added the doctor, “these topics can be uncomfortable for many families. What I’d like to do is to have both of you come to terms with Robert’s masturbation and accept it as a perfectly natural part of his life. I don’t want either of you to be embarrassed about it and in time, you’ll be able to talk about it with each other.

Both Marilyn and Robert looked at each other, somewhat skeptical, but both willing to move forward.

“I’ve read so many stories of your success here at the Institute.” Marilyn remarked.

“Yes, we have an excellent success rate,” replied Dr. Abrams, “and I’m sure you’ll be very happy after a few visits here.” Dr. Abrams them turned to Robert, stood next to the table, and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Can you please lie down for me Robert?” she requested. “Marilyn, I’d like you to go ahead and stand on the other side of the table.

Robert lied back, still clutching his robe, trying to conceal his naked body as his mother stood next to him on his left, the doctor on his right.

“Now then Robert,” Dr. Abrams said, “we’re at the last part of our session today.”

Robert felt some relief. He wasn’t sure what to expect next. It was a an eventful afternoon, first exposing his genitals to his mother and two strangers, displaying his erection, then having his measurements called out and documented. “What more could happen today?” he thought to himself.

“Ok Robert, let’s open your robe again please.” asked Dr. Abrams as she helped pull his robe aside.

Robert was again on full display in front of the doctor and his mother. Marilyn stood next to him, her eyes immediately moving down his body, stopping again to admire her son’s penis. As she stared, she observed it grow quickly from semi-flaccid to fully erect. Marilyn was surprised to feel how much she enjoyed the sight of Robert’s erection.

“Good job Robert. I’m glad to see you’re ready for this part.” remarked the doctor, pleased with his regained erection. “Please take your hand and grasp your penis for me.”

Robert looked puzzled at first, but then slowly reached for his penis. He grasped it at the base, holding it up straight.

“Very good. Now I’d like for you to show us how you masturbate.” Dr. Abrams requested. “Please stroke your penis as you normally would.”

Both Marilyn and Robert looked at the doctor, unsure if they heard correctly. Marilyn then looked at her son as he stared back at her. She then understood what the doctor was asking. They needed to move past any stigma or embarrassment over the incident last week. In Marilyn’s mind, this would help them both. What better way to accept Robert’s masturbation than to observe him and encourage him. Let him know it was ok and ok with his mother.

“Go ahead Robert. You can do it” Marilyn finally spoke. “It’s ok. Please show us.”

“Yes Robert, please show us” added the doctor.

As Robert began to stroke, he looked up at both the doctor and his mother, watching both of them as they stared at his penis. He started slowly, savoring the experience. He was so excited, his erection firm and throbbing. He couldn’t believe how much this situation excited him.

As he stroked, the doctor noticed a drop of pre-cum at the head of his penis. “Marilyn, can you reach behind you and grab that bottle?”

Marilyn looked behind her, reaching for the bottle, not exactly sure of its contents.

“Please pour some on Robert’s penis. It will help lubricate him and should increase his pleasure.” the doctor said.

As Marilyn poured the viscous liquid over her son’s penis, she could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down. As the squishing sounds increased, Marilyn felt herself growing excited, her heart rate increasing, and she could feel her own wetness increasing.

“You’re doing great Robert” said Dr. Abrams as she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, slowly stroking up towards his testicles, then down again. “How does it feel?”

“It feels really good Doctor” he replied. Robert felt like he was in a dream. There he was, masturbating in front of these two beautiful, sexy women, both encouraging him with each stroke. He knew this wouldn’t last long as he felt his impending orgasm.

“I’m so proud of you Robert. I’m glad you’re sharing this with me” said Marilyn. She then placed a hand on her son’s forehead and the other on his chest, rubbing him in a calm, nurturing manner.

“Yes, keeping stroking Robert” the doctor added. When you’re ready, I want you to ejaculate and release all that semen you’ve been storing up. Release it. Cum for us Robert. Cum for us.”

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Love for Hire Ch. 02

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Brian wandered the streets searching for nothing in particular one night. He wondered through the bad part of town that was known for its whores and pimps but he did not feel threatened. This type of seedy underground life was nothing new to him; he had spent a troubled youth in areas like this. At the end of the street he walked on to a group of people who stood talking, some looking his way. Probably street walkers looking to make some money tonight, he thought.

“Hey sugar,” one female came up to him and greeted. “Wanna have a good time tonight?”

Brian wrestled with his conscience for a second but the devil in him won. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“We offer the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll life. Anything you want, anyway you want it, that’s the way you can get it.”

“Sounds good, is it in there?” Brian asked pointing towards a door in an alley.

“Yea, come on and I’ll show you what we have to offer.”

Brian followed the somewhat haggard looking slut through the door. Everything was dimly lit with multi-colored pulsating lights. Brian’s eyes had to adjust to the setting, when they did he saw the room had people everywhere like a drug infested orgy. He knew he might regret this later but tonight Brian was just going to live in the moment and what he wanted now. Right now he wanted to get high and get laid.

The whore broke into his thinking, “Make yourself at home sugar, you’ll pay the person, or people, you’re obtaining things from.”

“Thanks,” Brian responded. He stepped further into the room and looked more intently at what was going on around them. Everyone freely did as they wished, doing all tuzla escort sorts of drugs and experimenting with various and wild sexual positions. He found a girl that didn’t look too busy so he walked over to her.

“Hey what can I help you with?” the woman asked.

“I need a good joint and some good pussy. Do you know where I can find that?” Brain asked acting casual and cool.

“Right here baby,” she smiled. “By the way my name’s Roxy.” She began pulling out the joint and lighting it.

Brian smiled then sat down. He took a hit and old feelings began accompanying old memories. “How much do I owe for what I want?”

“I don’t know but we’ll discuss it after we’re through,” she replied sassy like. She slid over closer to him to place a hand on his thigh and rubbed.

After a few hits on the joint Brian began feeling the affects of the weed, his tolerance had gotten pretty low over the years. He looked over his present companion who called herself Roxy. She was tan, a little on the thick side, dirty blond but all around easy on the eyes. She wore black stilettos with a black suit which had a short tight skirt. A low cut lacy red shirt was under her jacket showing a deep long line of fleshy cleavage. His eyes wandered over her face at the fully painted red mouth until he reached her hazel eyes. She was staring back at him with a raised brow which made him smile.

“If you think one joint and a long look at who gave it to you is cheap you have another thing coming. I’ll make it worth more than your while if you’ll tell me what you want,” Roxy spoke saucily.

Brian’s functions were slow as he comprehended what she was telling tuzla escort bayan him. He took her hand that was on his thigh and placed it on his penis. “Make it hard and then fuck it,” he demanded slowly.

Roxy laughed a little before taking a hand of his and putting it on her pussy. “Make me horny and I’ll make you cum,” she bargained.

“Deal,” Brian agreed. He moved his hand under her skirt to find no panties were there. Smiling, he moved his fingers to her clit and began rubbing around in slow circles. His mouth moved to her ear to find her sensitive spot, she shivered when he did. The hand on Brian’s penis found the zipper and set it free so she could stroke it. Brian moaned at her touch then slipped his fingers inside her pussy and began probing. “You’re already pretty wet,” he remarked.

“And you’re hard as a rock.”

“Want to go ahead and fuck?”

“Sure.”

Brian patted his thighs, “Well come here beautiful.”

Gladly she got up to straddle him. She sat on his dick and enjoyed the sensation of the thick meatiness as it filled her. Brian fumbled to pull out her breasts from the lacy red top, kneading them with his hands he began bucking his hips slowly and easy, enjoying the moment. Roxy threw her head back, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pinched her nipple. She came down and bit his neck then sucked on it to ease the pain, both smiled as she leaned back up a bit. Brian tried to devour her breast with no luck as she bounced up and down wildly but managed to ravish them as her pussy repeatedly swallowed his member whole.

“Mmm, you feel escort tuzla so good inside me,” Roxy purred in his ear before nibbling and flicking her tongue around it.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Brian breathed. His hips bucked, helping her with the movement and rhythm. His mouth came to the crook of her neck at her shoulder, kissing lightly and flicking his tongue, making her squirm and giggle.

“You’re going to have to stop that if you want me to continue,” she laughed.

“Yes ma’am.”

Roxy began rocking her hips slowly again. She grabbed two handfuls of Brain’s hair and pulled him to her, burying his head in her chest. His mouth rubbed and kissed over her flesh as her pace sped up. She laid her head against his neck teasing him every now and then. His hands came up to her back and rubbed before moving to her bottom. There he grabbed both cheeks and roughly massaged them, urging her on. Her pace quickened at his touch as she neared them both to climax.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” Brian panted, holding on almost desperately to her bottom.

“I’m about there,” Roxy stated breathlessly. “Ah!” A loud moan escaped her as she spoke when her orgasm bloomed inside her. With a groan she felt Brian cum in her as his hips bucked a few more times. She collapsed on top of him, smothering him with her chest.

“Wow,” he breathed.

She smiled, “Happy?”

“Oh yea.”

“Good, another satisfied customer,” she stated as she leaned back up. After getting up he excused himself to the bathroom, when he came back she got her money. Not a bad night, she got high off someone else’s weed, had a good fuck, and got paid for it all. Roxy decided she’d have to come back to this place and work. While she was still there however she thought she could go another round and she spotted a group of male and female bodies in the corner and smiled.

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Lord Roger’s Women: Monday

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Monday was his favourite day most of the time. It was a time of the week he looked forward to after a Sunday rest. His woman on Monday was a petite maid of his wife’s and she was always eager to please.

Today Lord Roger strolled into his apartments to find his little maid in all her splendour knelt on the floor with her bare ankles showing as she groomed one of his wife’s lap dogs. With a smile on his face he realised that in some ways the maid was his lap dog. She turned at his footsteps on the wooden floor. She looked startled but relaxed at the sight of him, “Sir.” She bowed her head like the flirt she was.

It didn’t take him long to stride across the room to where she was by the fireplace. With one hand he pulled her up and swung her round, “You are a cheeky minx.”

“Mi’lord, I am no such thing.”

“Don’t play the innocence.” He retorted before kissing her hard on her red teasing lips. Already he could feel himself growing and he felt sure that she could feel it pressing bursa escort against her waist. She gasped as he released her mouth and clung to him as she always did. There was something about him that always made her feel weak at the knees. Maybe it was the fact that she was seducing her master behind her mistress’ back.

She let Lord Roger pull her into a window seat where he pulled the curtain shut to hide them from prying eyes. She knelt at his feet and untied his trousers and his cock sprang out. She took hold of it by one hand and ran her hand down its length and felt it jump with eagerness at her touch. His eyes closed and he moaned at the feel of her small hands gripping his thick cock. He could feel the blood streaming towards it at the thought of her little pink tongue teasing his manhood’s tip… and there it was. A shiver ran through him at it’s delicate touch before the maid drew his length into her mouth where the tongue ran round its width.

If he wasn’t careful he knew bursa escort bayan he would come there and then in her mouth. As she released his cock to take a breath he drew her up and pulled the strings of her bodice undone so that her breasts jumped out. He pulled her up on to his knees and bent his head to suckle at her plump breasts. She moaned and pushed her extended nipple further into his mouth as with his free hand he kneaded the other. She rubbed herself on his knees through her skirts and felt herself becoming moist.

She took his hand and guided it to the hem of her skirts, “Mi’lord, look what you do to me.”

While kissing her arched neck his hand moved under her skirts and smiled into her neck as he found her not to be wearing any underwear for once. He found her clit and began to rub it using the wetness oozing out of her cunt. She moaned and withered in his lap, “I want you.”

“I am glad to hear it.” He remarked as he turned her round. He sat further into the window escort bursa seat as she settled her skirts around his cock. He ordered, “Do it.”

She teased his cock for a second with the lips of her fanny making him moan into her neck, “Minx.”

Slowly she slid down his length and he felt the sides of her tight cunt clutching at his cock. He grabbed one of her freed breasts and squeezed it hard which caused her to pant from the pleasure of it. He nibbled at her ear as she slowly rose up and down his cock, never letting it leave her warm wet cunny. She leant back and began to play with herself under her skirts. He could feel her fingers rubbing herself and occasionally against his cock.

He couldn’t hold it any longer and grabbed her round her waist and pushed himself deep into cunt by holding her on his lengthy manhood. She moaned and gasped at the hint of pain it caused and he buried his face into her hair to stop himself from crying out. He exploded inside her before slowly becoming limp. Slowly she got off him and murmured, “Till next week sir.”

“If I can wait that long.” He teased and with a wave of his hand sent her off. Now he had Tuesday to look forward to down at the voluptuous Madame Carrie’s whorehouse.

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Tangled in Europe Ch. 01

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This is the continuing saga of Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter Cynthia; our lovers have been involved in an incestuous love affair. And despite the tragedy and heart break they have endured along the way. They have managed to somehow make their sex fuelled relationship work. Well, as best they can anyway.

After my baby girl almost died on me I decided to cash in a policy and take her on the trip of a lifetime across Europe. She had suggested we take a holiday while recovering in hospital. Cynthia even suggested we could pretend to be husband and wife. I must admit, I liked that idea.

Sitting at the kitchen table with my tablet, I was making the last reservations for our trip to France, Cynthia came in and standing behind put her arms around my neck and she looked at the accommodation list for the hotels etc, I had booked.

“Click on that one there. It looks fab.” She says, pointing to the tablet as she snuggles into my neck kissing me.

One of the places I have chosen in France was the chateau Louis in the Cotes-d’Armor region. It was a large old house that had been fully renovated in a Louis XVI style and turned into a small hotel. It had copied the style in a very meticulous manner. The photos of the interior and rooms were breathtaking, and I could see Cynthia was excited by them.

“Ohhh, Click that photo dad please.” And I enlarged a picture of one of the bedrooms. Its center piece was the very large white ornate

looking four poster bed decorated with gold leaf.

“God that’s some bed babe.” I said, amazed by its size.

“Isn’t it, isn’t it just. I bet its nice and soft too, perfect for fucking on.” She replied seductively and she began to kiss my neck slowly, while her hand wandered down the front of my pants seeking my now hardening cock.

“I can’t wait to fuck you on that.” She whispered in my ear as she caressed me with her lips slowly, her hand had found my cock. And she started to tug it slowly in my pants encouraging my pre-cum to flow while circling my cockhead with her thumb.

“Why wait my love? I want to fuck you right now.” My cock was fully erect and demanding attention.

Standing up I see she is wearing a slightly shear white blouse, her beautiful lemon coloured lace bra tantalised the eyes as it peeped through her top. Those beautiful puffy nipples now fully erect, were screaming to be sucked hard as they stood out teasingly. I pulled her into my arms and started to kiss her passionately on the lips, my hands pulled up her skirt exposing her very sexy black lace topped stockings and she had matching French lace knickers on.

Cupping my hands around her soft ass I worked my way down kissing her neck lightly as my lips made their way to her nipples. I licked them through the fabric while I slipped my fingers under her lace panties, into her very warm and moist pussy.

“Mmmmm, Your pussy is soft and wet babe.” I sigh, pressing my head into her chest.

“Well if you will tease it like that, what do you expect dad.” She giggled as she opened my pants to expose my now raging hardon.”

Sitting down on my chair she sends my pants and jocks to my ankles; I step out of them and kick them under the chair. Slowly and so gently she starts to lick my cockhead, moaning as she savours my pre-cum. Opening her sweet tasting mouth she proceeds to take me in right down the full length of my shaft.

“Oh Christ babe, that so fucking good. Oh, that’s it. Suck it Cynthia. Suck my cock hard.” I moaned.

Smiling up with me she continues to lavish my cock with kisses, and licks my shaft along its entire length. God how my little girl could suck cock beautifully, she really enjoys toying with me.”Mmm, I love your big cock. I want you in my pussy. Please!” She moans, as she presses her cheek to my cock. Standing up she starts to open her blouse. She releases her bra and it pops up just enough to expose her puffy nipples. I lean forward into her and start to slowly circle her nipple with my tongue while my fingers gently rub her pussy slowly carefully, before slipping inside.Her body jerks slightly as the electricity of ecstasy shot though her.

“Oh god that so good, your fingers.Ohhh fuck my pussy.” And she started to pump on my fingers slowly.

I continued to tantalise and tease her wet pussy; my baby’s juices were now flowing steady and strong coating my fingers; flowing down to my wrist. “You like this babe. Don’t you?” I say as I gaze into her deep blue eyes, I watch the effect my fingers have on her face.

She stops for a moment and looks at me smiling coyly. “Your fingers are nice. But I want your cock, I want it now!” Sliding her skirt off she leans over the table lifting her bum as high as she can inviting me to take my place behind her.

God what a sight her wonderful soft bum is in those lace panties; and there, bulging magnificently was her incredible pussy its soft folds peeping out from their elastic restraints in the crotch. I couldn’t resist. Falling to my knees I bursa escort buried my nose in her soft folds, her scent; god that intoxicating scent is so addictive. Like a junkie I can never get enough.

Pulling the lace aside to expose her pussy I slowly part the soft petals of her flower and I begin to lick her slowly sipping her succulent sweet nectar. Taking a deep breath she let out a long sigh.”Oh dad that’s so unfair. My pussy wants your cock. Ohhh fuck.”

Ignoring her protests I continue to lick and suck her pussy working my way slowly to her tight rose bud, circling her little bud with my tongue and dipping it in gives me the desired effect.

“Ohhh Fuck, dear Jesus that’s so good.” She cries in a long moan as her hands tightly gripped the edges of the table.

I begin to bury my tongue into her pussy as deep as I can and my patience is rewarded by her cry. “Oh god I’m coming. Dear Jesus Christ, I’m coming.”

Like a hopeless drunk I suck her pussy hard. I couldn’t get enough of her honey, even if I climbed in side her pussy it would never be enough. Panting away heavily she looks back at me.”That’s not fair. I wanted us to cum together.” She sighs in protest.

“Don’t worry my love. My cock is yours now.” I whisper to her, as I lavish baby kisses on her soft pert bum. Standing up I grab my shaft and pull her panties aside, slowly I begin to rub my cockhead between the soft lips of her pussy. Pushing the head in just a little bit I allow her to slide slowly down my shaft, drawing me deep in to her wet nest. I watch the excruciating ecstasy that is etched on her face as she bites her bottom lip.

I pause just a moment running my fingers under her blouse and up her back. Panting heavily she lets out a long slow moan. “Fuck its good. Your cock has me filled.” She gasps.

I slowly start to fuck her wet pussy. I want this to last and savour her sweet agonies as she pleads with me again. “Please fuck me hard. Your little girl wants you to fuck her pussy hard dad. Please!”

I continue to fuck her slowly for another moment or two. Then pulling my cock out slowly, but not all the way. I plough it back in deep and hard. “Jesus. Ohhh fuck yes, yes!” She gasps, as she struggles to catch her breath.Grabbing her hips in my hands I start to quicken the pace of my thrusts, her juices flow steadily down my balls as they copiously coat my cock. I wouldn’t last much longer as the heat of her pussy had started my balls pulsating. God I could feel it building in my balls, and suddenly like an electric jolt my cum burst forth into her tight wet pussy.

“Ohhh babe, I’m cumming. Holy fuck I’m cumming.” And she started to shudder herself as her orgasm building slowly; pulsated through her body.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fill me. Ohhh god fill my pussy with your cum!” She cried, as she drove her pussy in hard to me, clinching my cock as hard as she could.

Slowly my cock stopped pumping cum into her, and we are both out of breath, breathing deeply filling our lungs with much needed oxygen. Pulling the chair beside me I entice her to sit down on my lap as my cock was still nestled in her pussy. Sitting down I reached around and started to rub her soft nipples.

“God that was amazing. Really amazing babe. Thank you Cynthia.” I whisper into her ear as I snuggle my lips to her back.

“Fuck, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe this dad.” She replied still gasping for air. I could feel our cocktail of love juice begin to seep from her pussy and its warmth embrace on my balls felt so fucking good. We sat for a while and she leaned back in my arms her closed eyes, savouring the afterglow of our sex.

Slowly she got up and my now flaccid cock slipped out, I watch as my cum dribbles from her pussy. Moaning she complains. “Fuck I hate when you slip out. I feel so empty inside.” Turning around she gives me a very slow passionate kiss before whispering. “Thanks dad, I love you, love you so much.”

“I love you too, so very much.” I reply, gazing into her deep blue eyes. Gathering up our scattered clothes we dress and I go back to finalising our travel arrangements.

Cynthia went to the bathroom to freshen up, and with the door open I could hear her start to pee. Sighing her delight, she continued to empty her bladder. God the sound of a woman; my baby girl pissing is a wonderful erotic sound I think, as I sit savouring her sweet music. Again I wonder to myself, how many fathers wished to be able to listen to their little girl’s sweet symphony as they slowly tug their cock outside a closed bathroom door, listening in vain to the discrete silence from within.

We packed the last of our cases that night and turning around I see Cynthia picking up a new white swimsuit, turning to me she asks. “What do you think?” “You’ll look hot in that babe really hot.” I quip. And I could visualize her standing there in the swimsuit with a most exquisite cameltoe between her legs. Fuck what a vision! I say to myself.

We had an early flight so we placed the cases in the car that bursa escort bayan night and we both slip into bed, and into a deep sleep; still exhausted by our love making in the kitchen. God the afterglow was still burning away in my balls long after that hot fuck!

After a few hours our flight made its approach over the French coast, the plane banked slightly on its side and the captain announced in English and French that we should look out our windows. Cynthia leaned into the window, she was finding her excitement hard to contain. “Ohh look dad, ohhh look, its wonderful.” She sighs, as we made our final approach to Rennes airport.

Sitting down her face is aglow with excitement, I whisper to her. “We’re supposed to be married pet, call me Ben.” And I smile. She giggles and looks around to see if any of the other passengers were looking. But they were too busy looking out their own windows.

We made our way through security and one of the French cops on duty carefully examined our passports. He asked the purpose of our visit, and I told that my wife and I were on holiday. He stared at Cynthia and then at me. And I could see his dirty little mind working over time.

“Ok, Mr and Mrs Black, profiter de votre séjour en France.” He says, before handing back our passports and gesturing to us to move along.

We giggled like kids as we headed to the exit. “Did you see the look on his face Ben.” Cynthia said as she continued to giggle. “He’s just jealous babe,” I say. “and why not. I am married to a beautiful little girl.” We wrap our arms around each other as we head to collect our cases and exit the airport.

I had hired a small ragtop that wasn’t really practical, the cases just about made it in to the back. And soon we were whizzing along the French roads. I asked Cynthia what the cop had said in French, and although her French is good. “Enjoy your trip to France.” She said, well she thought it’s what he said anyway.

She loved driving along with the top down, the golden French sun beamed down on us. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she briefly pulled herself up to feel the wind in her face.Our first destination is at an old Abbey on the French coast. It had been abandoned hundreds of years ago by the British, and it was to this day still occupied by some monks.

Perched high on a hillside on a small sloping island, the abbey was the perfect place to view the French countryside from. Over the centuries a tiny little community had built its self up along the hillside, with a few hotels, shops and café’s discreetly dotted below the abbey.It was here we are going to spend the first night of our honeymoon in a little hotel called Hôtel Pierre. It was a typical family owned French hotel. Small but intimate.

We check in and the manager did not bat an eyelid at our age difference, his command of English was good. After he showed us to our room he left closing the door behind. The room was small but cosy; there was a bathroom complete with an old ceramic tub. Cynthia was positively aglow with excitement, her face and her beautiful blue eyes shone brightly.Throwing her arms around my neck she hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately on the lips.

“Oh, its wonderful, really wonderful dad. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too my little beautiful girl. Remember its Ben now darling.” I chuckle.

“Lets have a bath, come on Ben, let’s do.” And she started to strip her clothes off; I sat there drinking in the wonderful strip show before I stood up to undress myself. We were like two children in the bath splashing the bubbles on each other in between passionate kisses. We slowly and carefully washed each other relishing our first bath together.

God I think to myself, I have to put a tub on the shopping list. I was thinking about the many opportunities for wonderful fucking it would provide.

I hopped out and as I stood there gazing at my lover she pressed her face to my cock snuggling against it she sighed. “God I just love your cock, I really love your cock.” And she held her face in my crotch for a moment or two kissing it gently.

We both dressed and Cynthia put on a white t-shirt without her bra. Jesus her tits looked amazing as the nipples poked out. She put on some white lace knickers and pulled on a short floaty pink skirt. We headed down and enter the restaurant attached to the hotel, and using her French Cynthia ordered us a typical French meal complete with some tasty local red wine. We sipped our wine and toasted our pretend marriage. After finishing our food we left to explore the abbey.

She raced ahead of me like a child, taking the steps of the first stone stairs two steps at a time. Her skirt floated up slightly in the air and I caught a glimpse of her wonderful pussy peeping through the lace knickers. What a sight to behold. Only another red blooded man can understand the erotic beauty of getting a glimpse like that, and the wonderment of what lies snuggled in that sexy crotch.

We make our way to the top escort bursa stopping along the way to take pictures, I want to capture this moment, to treasure it long after it fades. She sits on a wall and I take a wonderful photo of her as the sun sets. Her lovely hair is blowing in the wind behind her.

Cynthia then lies on her side on the wall, using the palm of her hand to prop her head up. I secretly gesture her to pull her skirt up just the tiniest bit, just enough to show a hint of lace. She obliges willing and with a devilish gleam in her eyes she poses for me. My cock was like a wild animal drooling over its prey in my pants. I quickly, secretly pat my crotch to acknowledge that wonderful feeling its giving me. God what a feeling that is.

We stay for a bit gazing out to sea in silence with our arms wrapped around each other in a loving embrace. As we head back down Cynthia explores the few gift shops dotted along our path. In one shop she gestures me to come over. And pointing into a glass cabinet I see what her excitement is all about. There in a little gift box is a pair of matching wedding bands, eagerly she looked at me and asks in a hushed voice. “Can we get them, can we?”

I call the assistant over and she lets us try on the rings and they fit perfectly on us both, placing them back in the box I pay the woman for them. Cynthia snuggles up to me as we walk letting out a sigh now and then as she savours the moment.

It is just about dark when we arrive down again, and we make our way to the sandy beach.

kicking off our shoes we walk along arm in arm. We stop to gaze at the moon for a moment before I take the rings out. We place them on each other’s fingers and exchange our vows to always love each other for ever, before engaging in a very long slow passionate kiss. I know it’s only a pretend wedding, but to us it’s just as solemn; just as real.

We walk along the shore and discover a secluded spot, and laying on the still warm sand my baby places her head on my chest and begins to rub her fingers lightly on my crotch. She can feel my cock begin to grow steadily and she opens my button and unzips my fly setting my cock free into the cool night air.

Slowly she starts to lick my cock, I close my eyes and I drift into a blissful delirium. Over and over again she licks my cock, sucking its swollen head and sipping my pre-cum. God my balls felt so tight, so swollen. I knew they could not take much more.

She knew I was on the verge of cumming and slipped my cock into her sweet mouth. Moaning and bucking my arse off the sand my cum rushed forth into her mouth. “Dear Jesus baby. Fuck that’s incredible. Please suck me hard.” I groaned. As she fondled my balls slowly milking them dry.

After my orgasm drifted away like the tide, she lay there in silence and every now and then she kissed my cock, pressing her face to my crotch. We stood up and she tucked my cock back in my pants as she smiled. We made our way back to our room and I returned the favour to my lovely little girl, as we consummated our marriage in that bed that very night, slowly, passionately, intensely.

The following morning I awoke first, leaving my lover behind I step out to gaze at her angelic figure. Her lace panties that were so eagerly discarded a few hours before lie on the floor. Picking them I sit in a chair and sample her sweet scent. I sit there like an artist in a studio gazing at the beautiful pose my angle, my subject has struck. She lies there naked on her side slightly curled up; her long auburn hair now tied in a ponytail rests on her pillow behind.

Slowly I let my eyes wander along my little girl’s body, her amazing tits now slightly pushed together lie softly against the sheet. I can see her lovely soft tummy rise and fall as she breaths softly, peacefully. And there, just cheekily peeping out between her legs is her wonderful pussy. God I had to restrain myself hard to stop myself from mounting her as she sleeps, as my cock begins to weep at this sight.

Like all fathers I have spent many a long night watching over my baby when she was sick, watching; listening to her breathing, hoping her deep sleep will last. It is about an hour before my baby finally casts off the velvet cloak of sleep. I watch as she stretches and flexes her soft supple body. Slowly she opens her eyes and with her wonderful smile she greets me. “Good morning Ben.”

Moving over to her bedside I kiss her slowly on her lips, letting it linger just moment. “Good morning to you Mrs Black.” I say.

“What are the plans for today?” she asks.

“Breakfast first I suppose. We don’t have to be at the chateau Louis until late this evening. It’s a long drive and we can explore as we go. But first I need to freshen up.”

“Oh that sounds so nice, so romantic dad.”

Before I leave her side I couldn’t resist burying my nose in her pussy. God her beautiful bouquet is much stronger in the morning, enough to leave you breathless with desire.

I head to the bathroom and filling the sink I prepare to shave, Cynthia comes in behind me still naked. She grabs my erect cock from behind and whispers in to my ear. “Good morning Mr Wood it’s nice to see you.” And she giggles just like a school girl.

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I had been at this bar many times, and the guys were always the same. I had the reputation for being untouchable, and every guy would try to touch me. It’s not that I would fight them off, break any fingers or anything. It’s just, I might dance with them, talk with them, but I would never really do anything with them. So that’s what I was. I was a challenge, and that’s how most guys spent their nights. Trying to get me.

It was on one of these nights I sat at the bar, my long legs crossed over each other, black heels dangling off my toes, my little black dress hugging me in all the right ways. When I had walked in that night, I could feel a difference in the air, a difference in the atmosphere. It all felt familiar.

“The guy at the end of the bar would like to buy you another drink,” the bartender said to me. I looked down the bar, and saw a cute guy smiling at me. I smiled back at him, and lifted my drink to him in greeting. I looked down at the counter, and I knew he was getting up from his stool, his friends around him wishing him luck, for they all knew my reputation preceded me.

“Hey,” He said while leaning against the counter.

“Hi,” I said while smiling, “Thank you for the drink.”

“Not a problem. I’d rather spend the money on a good looking girl rather than anyone else.”

I chuckled a little bit, and shook my head a little in a way he wouldn’t see. I’d heard the same line before. Maybe not the same words, but variations of the same one. It got old quick, but I wouldn’t let him know that.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked me after a while, motioning towards the dance floor.

“That’s sweet,” I said to him, “But I’m not in the mood to dance. It was nice of you to offer.” I pause a little, take a drink of my apple martini and say, “But if I want to dance, I’ll let you know.” And that was his queue to walk away, which, thank god, he did.

I don’t particularly like having to tell people to leave me alone, so at times, I just look interested. I’m good friends with the bartender, so if it gets too bad, he’ll help me out. But so far on this night, I didn’t need his help.

I was sitting at the bar when I felt the atmosphere shift. It all felt familiar, a good familiar. I took a sip of my drink and looked around. Either someone I knew, and wanted, was around, or the alcohol was taking effect. So far, I didn’t see anyone, so it must have been the alcohol. I turned back to the bar, and set my glass down on a thick napkin, fingering the edges of the thick paper cloth.

“Looking for someone?” the bartender, Sam, asked me.

“Not really,” I say, shaking my head a little.

“Hmm,” Sam said, “You think someone you know is here?”

“Feels like it, but I don’t see anyone, so maybe I’m imagining it all.” Sam shrugs and walks to the other end of the bar. And then that’s when I felt it again. But stronger.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I felt as thought I was being watched, but not in a bad way. In a good way. That way you feel when you’re standing across the room from someone, and you look at them, and they look you up and down, and make you feel sexier about yourself. That’s how I felt at that moment. And there had only been one man in my life who could do that to me, without me seeing him.

I feel fingers brush my hair off my neck, breath make a tingle go down my spine, and kisses that make my heart beat faster.

“Hello Antonio,” I say and look at the back wall over the rim of my drink.

“Hmm, haven’t forgotten me, I see,” You say into my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Haven’t forgotten your touch either,” I say, swiveling around on my bar stool and smiling up at him, “It’s been a while.”

“It has been,” you say to me, leaning on the bar.

I can’t remember the last time I had been this close to you. You smell so good, like you always did. Your body emanated a warm sensual scent that always made me swoon over you, and still does now. I close my eyes, breathe in deeply and smile.

“How’ve you been?” You ask me.

“Good,” I open my eyes slowly, giving you a look I know pendik escort shows how much I want you, “How about yourself?”

“Could be better,” You say, looking down at me.

“What do you mean?” I ask. I can see the guys at the end of the bar watch you in envy. I can hear them ask themselves, has he gotten the untouchable?

“Well,” You say, your fingers softly running down my cheek. You caress my face and slowly run your fingers down my neck then you pull me towards you, “I could make it better right now.”

You pull me towards you and my breath catches in my chest. Your lips are then on mine, practically taking my breath away and almost making my heart pound through my chest. The butterflies started in the bottom of my stomach, a rekindling of long lost feelings, but ones never forgotten.

I start to purr as the butterflies rise, and your soft lips leave mine. I slowly open my eyes and look up at you.

“Why’d you stop?” I ask you, and love it as I watch you smile and see you come back down.

I feel your lips on mine again. They’re soft, warm, and perfect. First, your kisses are light and tentative, but slowly I feel you lose control and I can tell you’re hungry for more than just a kiss. I kiss you hard back, and that’s when I can tell and feel that you’ve lost all your control. You push me away slightly and the look in your eyes burns into me.

“It’s been far too long,” You say to me, slowly regaining your composure.

“I agree,” I say, and take the last drink of my apple martini. I motion for Sam and ask for a vanilla rum and coke. No less than 30 seconds later, my new drink was in my fingertips, sweating in the heat, making me wish to do the same under your fingertips.

“Are you still working in that hell hole?” You ask me.

“Nope,” I take a sip of my drink, drops of water falling off the glass, “I’m a copy editor for the newspaper.” You reach up and brush some hair off my face, and tuck extra strands behind my ear.

“Are you still married?” I then ask you.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why? You’re not with her anymore. Why are you still married?”

“Well,” You say, “This past year an a half I’ve been a little lonely. I needed someone. She was just convenient I guess.”

“Uh huh,” I say in disbelief, “You needed someone.”

“Well, the someone I had stopped talking to me. But luck’s turned around for me. I got to talk to her tonight. And man,” You look me up and down, “is she looking better than before.”

I roll my eyes at you, but I’m still flattered. You had a way of doing that to me.

“Want to dance?” You ask me, motioning much the same as the other man did earlier that night. But this time, I said yes.

“I’d love to.”

You followed me onto the dance floor, your hand on the small of my back. Salsa music had just started playing, some people left the dance floor, but I walked on confidently. I’d taken some classes, and this was one thing I knew you didn’t know about me. It was time I surprised you this night.

We got into our places. I let you tell me where to go, so you’d think I didn’t know what was going on. We both found the beat at the same time, and you began to lead. The music sped up as did our steps. I was in perfect step, in sync with you ever time. You lead me into more complicated steps and turns, and I’m with you the whole time.

The dance ends and you dip me, your breath is shaky. You didn’t think I could move like that. A lot of things have changed in the past year and a half. You lean down and kiss me, I can tell you’re about to lose control, and that if we don’t get out of here, we might not be allowed back in.

“Come on,” I say to you, “Let’s get out of here.”

We go back to the bar where I grab my purse from behind the bar, down the rest of my rum and coke, and we head out the door.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” You ask me.

“Two apple martini’s and that rum and coke. Why?”

“Because you’re not driving anywhere,” You say, and with a hand on the small of me back, you direct me towards your car, “And besides, I wanted a reason to drive you to my place.”

You escort pendik opened the passenger door for me, and waited until I climbed in. Before I sat in the seat, I turned around and looked at you expectantly. You chuckle to yourself and lean in and give me a kiss. A hungry kiss. A kiss that made me want you more than I had ever wanted you. A year and a half ago, our liaison was immature, but this time around, we were both older, both more mature, more confident in our abilities.

I sit down in the car seat, and you close the door and walk around the car. I watch you as you walk around, knowing I’ve had you before, and knowing I’m going to have you again, gets me all excited and anxious to have you again. I can remember running my hands up your chest, your ebony skin contrast with my ivory. I remember the softness of your skin beneath my fingertips, the way you felt inside of me.

I wiggled in my seat, wishing your hands were upon me. But the time wasn’t right. Not yet. You climbed in the drivers seat and looked over at me. I could tell just by the fire in your eyes you were thinking the same thing. You were wanting what we had back then.

The drive was quiet and quick. You sped most of the way. Your house was only 15 minutes away. But those 15 minutes felt like a lifetime in anticipation. When you pulled into your driveway, you quickly turned the car off, unbuckled, and reached over, kissing me with lust.

“Lets get inside before I totally lose it,” I say to you, unbuckling.

“I second that,” You say and open your door.

I walk with you to your front door. It’s two in the morning, and no one’s outside. I can see my breath in the air, and I’m starting to get cold in my little black dress. But I don’t worry about it. Soon enough I’ll be warmed up.

You finally get the door unlocked, and you motion me to enter. You quickly walk in behind me, and before I can do or say anything, your lips are on mine, keeping any and all words I had in me. My head is in your hands, and your kiss is full of lust. You wrap your arms around me, your hands touching me in places that only you know can please me.

“God I need you,” You say to me breathlessly.

“Then take me,” I say back. And like a knight in shining armor, you pick me up, and carry me to your bedroom.

You kick your shoes off as you walk down the hallway, my heels bounce off my toes and hit the floor with a thud. You set me on your bed and crawled up over me, keeping a slight distance between us. You kissed me hard on the lips, and trailed kisses down my neck, to my shoulders, and to my chest, where my breath was coming in fast.

You move your hands down my body, caressing me. You push my dress up my legs, your fingers tickling up my thighs. You run your hands down my legs and shake your head.

“I can’t believe this,” You say.

“Can’t believe what?”

“A year and a half ago you looked good. Better than good. Back then, you could look at me and make me want you,” You kiss your way up my legs between words, “But now, god, your body is magnificent. Tonight, I could feel you in the bar. I knew you were there. And that made me want you so bad.” You kiss the top of my breasts and pull the straps of my dress down so you can kiss the rest of me not covered by the bulk of my dress.

I gently push you off of me, and stand in front of you as you sit on the edge of your bed. I reach behind myself and slowly unzip my dress. It falls off my body and lands around my feet. I step out barefooted in my delicate bra and panties, lacy and black. I can see a shiver of wanting run through your body, and know that I feel the same about you.

I walk towards you, my long legs carrying me slowly across the space. I watch as your eyes travel down my body, from my ample breasts, across my flat stomach and down my long legs. I leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, my body aching to be yours, but I held myself back. I pushed you back on your bed and straddled you. I unbuttoned your shirt and ran my hands up your chest, loving the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips.

You run your hands up my body pendik escort bayan and kiss me back, and I can tell you’re losing control. I can feel the hunger building in your kisses again, the roughness in your touch while you burn to have me.

“I can’t take this anymore,” You say, flipping me over, and towering over me, “I’ve to have you. Now.” You slip your thumbs into my panties and slide them down my body. You toss them behind you and then go for the bra. You make me sit up so you can unclasp it, and when you push me back down, you slip it from my shoulders and away from my body.

You kiss me from head to toe. You nibble my flesh, leaving small marks. You kiss your way down my body, stopping only now and then to make me shiver with pleasure in spots only you know about. You shuck your shirt to the ground, unbutton your pants, and push everything to the floor. Soon, you’re in front of me, in all of your bare glory.

You stand back and allow me to look at you. You look even better than you did before. I look at you through my lashes, and motion for you to come to me. You crawl on top of me, poised at my entrance. I’m giddy with anticipation. My body starts to shiver. I need you inside of me.

“Please,” I moan into your ear, “I need you.”

I hear you stifle a moan as you push into me, filling me. I pull in a quick breath. It’s pure ecstasy. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this when I wasn’t with you.

You thrust deep into me, making me cry out in pleasure. You pull almost all the way out, and push back into me. Over and over. My back arches, and I can’t get enough of you. I hook my legs behind you, keeping you from moving. You fill me entirely, and I love the feeling of you inside of me.

You rock back and forth on top of me, not moving from inside of me, but making every movement intensify the sensations running through my body. Before you can move again, I contract the muscles inside of me, surprising you, making you moan in pleasure.

You rake your teeth across my skin, making my body tingle where ever you touch me. My mind becomes fuzzy, and I can’t think, and I can’t control my muscles that hold you tight. I release my hold, and you begin thrusting deep into me again, making my body quake. You take your time, making each thrust agonizing pleasure.

“Please,” I am barely able to whisper into your ear, “harder.”

You moan as I nibble on your ear. I know how it drives you wild when I whisper in your ear. That’s why I did it. I love it when you make your little noises.

You try your best to do as I ask, but I can tell you’re close. Your breathing is shallow, ragged. Tremors are running through your body. I bring your face to mine and I kiss you strongly on the lips. I move to whisper into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“Cum for me,” I whisper.

You moan and push deep into me. I can feel your cum fill me, warming me from the inside out. Pushing me over the edge, I climax with you, my muscles relaxing and contracting, the room fading and the only thing is you.

I hum out of happiness as I kiss your shoulders, neck and chest. I stroke your back as you stay on top of me, still inside of me.

“I’ve missed that,” I say as I begin to caress your shoulders.

“I have too,” You say as you pull out of me. You kiss my eyes, nose and both cheeks. You get up and out of bed and head to the bathroom to clean yourself. Taking our old queue, I get up from your bed as well, getting into the routine from years ago. Like it was fresh in my mind, I got up and slid back into my little black dress. I pick up anything that’s mine and leave your room for my shoes. I walk back into your room, shoes in hand along with my bra and panties, my little black dress hugging all my naked curves. I see you lying in your bed, the bed I used to compare to heaven.

You give me a thoughtful glance and say, “This bed would be better with you in it,” You shrug, “But I guess I’ve got enough heaven as it is.”

I smile at you. A smile that only you know how to bring out. I saunter back over to you and drop everything with a thud. I slip off my little black dress and leave it on the floor. I crawl into your bed and lay in your arms. Pressing my ear to your chest, I did something I had never done before the little black dress. I listened to the steady beat of your heart.

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Maddie in Cancún Ch. 02

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Will lay on top of Maddie, he was fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Below him Maddie closed her eyes tightly, imagining that it was Sam fucking her and not Will.

‘Sam just satisfied me so much more than Will ever could!’ She felt a little guilty for thinking this but when will fucked her it was too slow, too gentle there was none of the urgency and passion that she craved. When Sam had fucked her in the club it had been hard, powerful sex and when he made her come, it was the most intense climax she’d ever had.

‘His cock’s so much bigger than Will’s as well,’ she thought. ‘It’s no wonder Will can’t satisfy me properly with that!’ Maddie smirked to herself. She felt a little guilty for thinking that, as she knew it wasn’t Will’s fault that he couldn’t ‘measure up’.

Will reached up to play with her breasts and she moaned in faux ecstasy, all the time imagining that it was Sam’s hands touching her, Sam’s cock fucking her.

‘The one good thing about Will’, Maddie thought, ‘is that he doesn’t last long and he’ll fall fast asleep afterwards.’

Maddie planned to sneak out and see Sam again once Will was asleep and in fact she had already sent a text to have him meet her back at the club.

Sure enough, before long, Will was grunting and pulling that face he always made when he was getting ready to come. Half-heartedly, Maddie faked more moans of pleasure and whispered Will’s name hoping to get him off quickly and also to make him think that he was satisfying her. With a final grunt he came inside her and collapsed. Moments later he had rolled off of her and had fallen asleep.

Maddie waited until she was sure that Will was in a deep sleep, she called his name and he didn’t stir at all. She carefully climbed out of bed and put her clothes back on. She still felt drunk and horny, the unsatisfying tryst with Will had merely made her more hungry for Sam’s cock. At the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn’t be sneaking around and cheating on Will but she was too horny to stop herself. She justified to herself that it was a one night thing and besides she was on vacation – what happens in Cancún stays in Cancún!

She crept out of the room as quietly as she could and made her way down to the lobby and back out to the club. She sent Sam another text to tell him that she was on her way.

Sam was waiting for her outside the club and Maddie hurried over to him once she spotted him, they embraced and she kissed his lips warmly, she couldn’t believe how thrilling his touch was just a kiss with Sam was better than going all the way with Will.

“My hotel’s this way,” Sam told her, pointing to indicate the direction.

“Ok, lead the way, stud!”

Maddie smiled, she couldn’t wait to have Sam’s hard cock inside her again and part of her wanted to rip his clothes off and have him ravish her right here on the street outside the club

Maddie followed him excitedly, even more eager to fuck him again after her disappointing tryst with will. They made their way quickly down the street, still busy with late night revellers, until they came to Sam’s hotel. In the lobby the clerk looked up at them, his eyes ran lustfully over Maddie’s body checking her out in her skimpy dress. Then he looked at Sam and smiled. He clearly knew what Sam had brought her back for sex and Maddie felt her pussy moisten, she felt like such a slut!

“Did you enjoy his eyes watching you?” Sam asked quietly as he pressed the ‘Up’ button on the wall.

Maddie blushed a little as she admitted that she had.

The elevator was empty, and, even before the doors were fully closed, Sam had grabbed her and pulled her right up to his body. His lips were crushing Maddie’s. She breathed heavily with excitement and he kissed her full on the mouth. Maddie responded to his kiss with her tongue and they started making out, their tongues furiously slapping each other. Their breath came in short sharp gasps, Maddie was burning with desire as Sam’s hands roamed freely over her hot body always teasing, never satisfying, she moaned with longing squeezing his hard cock through his pants. Sam grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her mouth harder into his, his tongue thrusting so far into her mouth that Maddie felt like he were fucking her face over and over.

He shoved his hands roughly into her dress, and wrenched her tits out of it, grabbing them roughly, squeezing them hard. He spun her around to face the mirrored wall of the elevator, and glanced up at the lights of the floors going by as they headed to the top floor . . . they only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on.

Sam kissed her neck, just below her ear, and then again, at the hollow of her neck. Maddie’s head was thrown back in pleasure, giving him access to the sensitive skin of her throat. Sam moved his hand between Maddie’s legs, pushing her thighs apart and looked up to see Maddie’s eyes in the wall mirror staring at him intensely,

He rubbed the flat of his hand against her cunt, feeling her wetness bahis firmaları soaking through the thin material of her thong. His other hand was pinching and tugging on one nipple, then the other. Maddie started to breathe heavily as she lid back against Sam. He started to rub her clit and her breathing became louder and heavier little moans escaped her mouth, she ground he ass back against Sam’s crotch feeling the insistent throb of his erect cock.

Maddie stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her pretty face was flushed with wanton lust, her bare tits hung out of her dress, her skirt was hiked up almost to her waist and Sam’s hand was inside her thong stimulating her horny pussy.

‘And in a hotel elevator,’ she thought, ‘oh my god … I am being such a slut!’

And then the bell rang, and the doors opened—to an empty hallway. The two lovers spilled out of the lift giggling, still locked together. Maddie’s tits still bared; Sam fumbled for his key-card, a task made all the more difficult by the horny girl grinding against him.

“Hurry up” urged Maddie eager for Sam to let them into the room so they could fuck.

At last he managed to get the door open and they practically fell through the door onto the bed, pulling at each other’s clothes and kissing passionately.

Sam tore his mouth away from hers and slowly kissed a path down her neck, licking her delicate collarbone before moving his lips downwards and sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling around it with his tongue. Maddie arched her back, entwining her hands into his hair to keep his head firmly in place. She whimpered with pleasure. Sam moved to take the other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment and soon Maddie was moaning beneath him, begging him to touch her properly.

With an evil grin, Sam moved his mouth downwards and began to lick in little circles around her navel before swiftly dipping into it with his skilled tongue. Then he descended lower until his cheek brushed her shaven pussy and his hot breath fell on her moist sex. He darted his tongue between her pussy lips.

‘Man, she’s hot and wet,’ thought Sam. His tongue slowly lapped the entire length of her juicy slit, then dipped deep into her cunt and came up hard against her clit. Maddie moaned, she was evidently very turned on, so wet that even her inner thighs were damp, Sam swiped his tongue from her thigh to her hip, licking her clean but also teasing her mercilessly until her hips came off the bed in a silent plea for more.

Sam carefully ran just the very tip of his tongue across her clit grazing it very lightly. He then deliberately ignored it; instead he used his fingers to open her wider and drew his tongue across her outer lips, tasting her. Sam got more and more turned on as her gasps and whimpers of pleasure grew louder and the smell and taste of her seemed to cloud his mind. He could think of nothing but making her come!

Sam began licking and flicking her swollen clit, he zeroed in on that spot alone, and Maddie slid her fingers into his thick hair again as she got ever closer to her approaching orgasm, her hips were lifting and bucking uncontrollably and she was moaning loud enough to wake the rest of the hotel, but Sam didn’t care as he continued to tease and torture her aching clit. As soon as she started panting, he could tell she was getting close, and slid one long finger straight into her, causing her to groan as her tight inner muscles closed on his finger as he slowly stroked it in and out.

“I need your cock right now,” Maddie gasped. “I’m ready to cum.”

“I don’t have a condom with me.”

“I don’t care!” she gasped, “I’m on the pill anyway!”

Sam grabbed Maddie by the hips and lifted her up a little, letting her legs wrap around his waist. He reached down between them and grabbed his cock. He aimed it straight at her cunt, then started to rub it up and down her snatch. They were both wet and the head of his meat glistened.

Maddie looked up at Sam and her eyes shone with a lust that Will had never been able to stir in her. “Fuck me! Do it! I want to feel the whole thing!”

Maddie’s eyes were wide, mesmerized by what was about to happen to her. Sam then started to work his pole into her pussy. Gently and slowly he stroked it in and out gaining a little more ground with each stroke. Within a minute he had half of it inside her and she was starting to breathe real hard.

Maddie then moved her hands to Sam’s waist and said, “It’s taking too long, just ram it in!”

With that, she moved her hands to his tight ass and pulled him the rest of the way in as he made one big thrust and bottomed out!

She gasped for air as it left her body. Her fingers were digging into his dark muscular ass.

“Ooooh Sam, your cock is so big!” she said aloud,.

(‘Much bigger than Will’s’ ,she thought, picturing how small will’s was compared to the huge fucker now working in and out of her).

” I’ve never had one so big before!”

She almost came right then but instead just moaned and kaçak iddaa told him to pound her hole and shoot into her cunt. Sam started pumping harder and harder not saying a word but just grunting. He leaned his head down and sucked and bit at her nipples while he fucked her hard and fast. There wasn’t anything sweet or soft about it as his balls mad a slapping noise as they hit her ass.

Maddie was being pounded like a whore! Her head lolled back and forth as she arched her back to meet his thrust. Sam’s massive cock was stretching her pussy. his prick was covered, drenched in their juices as it dove again and again into her hungry pussy.

Sam drove himself into his lover and Maddie threw herself at him even harder, She was meeting each thrust as he bottomed out on her.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she mouthed as the first shock waves of a massive orgasm flooded over her

Sam was still fucking the hell out of Maddie. She moaned into his ear and started cumming again. Her muscles were spasming as her pussy clamped around his shaft. He moaned into her shoulder.

“OH GAWWWD! YES! I’M CUMMMING AGAIN! FUCK ME! FUCKME!” she screamed.

As she thrashed at him and dug her nails into his perfect ass.

“That’s it you bitch! You love my big cock, don’t you’?” Sam said.

“YES! YES!”

“I’m gonna’ fill your tight pussy. Are you ready?”

“YES! FILL ME UP, BABY! DO IT! DO IT!”

Sam was shot loads of cum deep into Maddie’s snatch. She moaned one more time and came all over his prick.

“Oh my God,” Maddie panted struggling to get her breath back, “I think I just had a multiple orgasm!”

Will had certainly never fucked her like that she wandered how she wood manager to walk back to their hotel.

“Oh Shit! Look at the time Maddie exclaimed I need to go

Sam grunted nonchalantly settling more comfortably onto his bed to go to sleep

“Can we hang out again tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Sam answered lazily not opening his eyes “drop me a text or whatever”

Maddie hastily got redressed and left the hotel.

The same guy was still on the front desk in the lobby and he smiled at Maddie again blatantly checking her out

‘he must think I’m such a slut!” thought Maddie and for some reason this gave her a little thrill of excitement

The street was now almost deserted and the gray pre-light of the coming dawn was in the sky, her ‘quickie’ with Sam had ended being anything but quick!

Back at their hotel, Maddie hurried up the stairs to their second floor room. Outside she paused to slip her heels off to keep her footsteps quiet then she opened the door carefully praying that it wouldn’t creak

She froze at the click of the lock as she used the key card in the silent hotel it sounded like a gunshot. Nervously she eased the door open and stepped in. She carefully closed the door behind it making sure it didn’t slam then she looked at the bed.

She breathe a quiet sigh of relief Will was fast asleep snoring gently on the bed just as she had left him. Moving quickly and silently she stripped off her clothes and dropped them on the floor then naked she crept over to the bed and carefully climbed in next to her sleeping boyfriend.

The next morning Will and Maddie met up with Beth and Richard for breakfast. Will was very subdued, not talking much to anyone which was unlike him and Beth kept looking at Maddie with an odd questioning expression on her face. When the two girls went to the buffet bar, Beth got her chance to question Maddie.

“Who was that guy you were dancing with at the club last night?” Demanded Beth as she helped herself to fresh fruit.

“Just a guy at the club,” Maddie answered trying to keep her voice casual, “I think he said his name was Simon or Sammy or something” She pretended that she didn’t really remember

” Maddie you were dancing like a total slut with him,” accused Beth “And, “her friend continued, “Where did you disappear to, you were gone for ages and I know the queue for the bathrooms wasn’t that long”

Maddie became defensive “Jeez, Beth, we were just dancing don’t be so uptight! Besides we’re on vacation we’re supposed to have fun, remember!”

“Richard says he thinks Will was really upset” said Beth seriously. “If you wanted to make him jealous, it worked”

“I’ll talk to Will” Maddie promised her friend.

But Beth wasn’t entirely satisfied with Maddie’s answers and, she noticed, her friend had ducked the question about where she went off to in the club.

However at this point the boys joined them in the buffet line and they had to talk about something else.

“I’m tired after clubbing last night” Beth said turning to include Will and Richard in the conversation. “Let’s just veg out on the beach today”

The other’s quickly agreed with Beth’s idea and the two couples went back to their own rooms to get ready.

Alone in their room, Maddie decided to talk to Will.

“Are you upset with me?” She asked her boyfriend bluntly.

“No” said Will unconvincingly

“Is kaçak bahis it because I was dancing with that other guy last night?” she pressed him

“Hey, you can dance with whoever you want” Will told her but the expression on his face, the tone of his voice, his whole demeanour told Maddie that he really was jealous even if he wouldn’t admit it (maybe not even to himself).

“Okay then,” said Maddie aloud.

She was a little pissed off that he wouldn’t be honest with her and part of her thought ‘well if he says he doesn’t mind maybe I’ll just meet up with Sam again today!’ And so, when Will went to use the ensuite bathroom, she quickly sent Sam a text to let him know where she would be.

Maddie got changed into a skimpy yellow bikini, it fastened behind her neck in a single strap and had a low, plunging neckline which left little to the imagination, she realised with a twinge of guilt that she was wearing it for Sam’s benefit more than Will’s. she tied a sarong round her waist and packed a few things in a backpack – a towel, her purse, sun cream, her cell phone, ipod, a book and some water – and she was ready to go to the beach.

Maddie was lazing in the sun when she saw Sam approaching out of the corner of her eye. He boldly walked right up to her even though Will was sat next to her.

“Hello again, he greeted her with a smile, did you have fun last night…” he paused significantly “in the club” he finished

“Yes..” replied Maddie a little flustered at the hidden meaning to his question. “You’re a great erm dancer” she told him thinking she could play this game too.

It gave her a thrill to talk to him like this in front of Will. She saw Will looking over at them. He was trying to look cam but he had the same look on his face as he’s had back in the hotel room- jealous, a little angry but with that little hint of what looked like excitement.

“Well it didn’t look like your boyfriend wanted to … dance with you” said Sam So I thought I’d help out,” he smirked a little then said to Will “I hope you didn’t mind too much”

Will glared but said that was OK as he wasn’t much of a dancer

Maddie had to stifle a snigger, ‘you’re not much of a fuck either!’ she thought cruelly she blushed a little immediately feeling bad to think this – she didn’t really want to make fun of Will did she?

“Is it Ok if I sit with you guys for a little while? Sam asked the four friends politely.

Will still looked annoyed but he grunted that it was ok by him.

Sam sat down with them and chatted idly he said he was hanging out on his own today because his buddies had gone out early but he’d felt too tired.

Maddie had to quickly hide another smirk. She knew why Sam had been tired out.

“Maybe it was all that… dancing” she said before she could stop herself. She and Sam both laughed.

“Hey, Maddie let’s go and get some drinks for everyone” said Beth.

Maddie recognised her friend’s tone of voice, Beth wanted to talk to her away from the others.

“What are you doing?” Beth demanded as they joined the queue for the little beach kiosk selling drinks and snacks.

“I don’t know what you mean” Maddie replied trying to act innocent

“Oh come on! you were totally flirting with that guy and right in front of Will too,” her friend accused her.

“I was just being friendly,” Maddie justified to her friend

“It’s not fair on Will, Beth told her it’s making him jealous

“Will doesn’t mind, he said this morning he didn’t mind me dancing with Sam and he’s the one who told Sam he could sit with us”

“Oh, Maddie, can’t you tell that Will just doesn’t want to admit he’s jealous?” Beth looked at her friend in exasperation.

“Well that’s his problem!” snapped Maddie “Look I’m just being friendly with Sam, if Will doesn’t like it he should tell me” Maddie was annoyed at having to justify herself again and also felt a little guilty as she knew what she had been doing with Sam was more than just being ‘friendly’!

The girls paid for the beers and carried them back over to the guys rejoining the group.

They all sat round talking idly enjoying the warm sunshine, then a little later on Richard said

“who wants to go for a swim?” and he and Beth hurried off into the sea together.

“Are you coming for a swim? Will asked Maddie.

She shook her head “No I’m just gonna stay here in the sun”

Will shrugged and headed off to join the other two in the sea, leaving just Maddie and Sam

Your neck looks a little burned, Sam told her. “Let me put some lotion on it for you”

Just thinking of his strong hands rubbing suntan lotion onto her body sent shivers down Maddie’s spine and into her nether regions. ‘And’ she justified to herself ‘it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, he’s just making sure I don’t get sunburnt.’

Maddie handed Sam the sun cream and he squeezed a generous amount into his hand. Slowly, Sam came around behind Maddie and began applying the lotion to her shoulders. She was amazed by the gentle strength of his hands as they deftly caressed and massaged her neck and shoulders applying the lotion. He slowly began to slide his hands down her back, taking care not to miss a single inch of exposed flesh.

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Magical Experiences Ch. 1

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Hi. My name is Alexis, and I’d like to tell you a little story…

I was coming home from work late today, and I was anxiously waiting for the surprise I knew you had in store for me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but was excited just the same from all the teasing you’d been giving me about it, how much I’d enjoy it, etc. Millions of possibilities of what it could be ran through my mind on the way home, but I was still coming up empty minded.

I pulled into our long driveway and parked my car. You constantly made fun of me for it, calling it a blue frog. It’s a car (neon)! Not a frog. Anyways, there weren’t many lights on inside and I was curious as to what was going on. I took my keys out of the ignition as I got out of the car, and began to walk up to the door, ready to unlock it, but it was halfway open. I walked inside, and put my stuff down on the table next to the doorway. I heard talking coming from the kitchen and I ventured forth. You were talking with a knockout blonde. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I found out later that the blonde’s name was Phoebe. She was a few inches taller than I; she was 5’7″ while I was only 5’5″. But that certainly didn’t bother me any. Phoebe’s breasts were smaller than mine, which wasn’t hard because mine were natural DD’s. You and she both loved that, but I would have given ‘most anything to have smaller boobs. She had beautiful, shapely legs that when I saw them, I could not wait to have them wrapped around my head. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt that showed off her beautiful legs nicely, and a shirt that plunged bahis firmaları deep into her C-cup cleavage, and came just above her bellybutton, which was so adorable.

“Hi guys” I said. “What’s going on here Josh? Do you care to introduce me to this beauty that you’ve brought home?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of Phoebe.

“Hey there Alex. This is Phoebe. I found her just wandering around and asked her if she was busy tonight. She said no, but I have an idea she will be now that you’re home,” you said with a huge smile on your face. I assumed you’ve already talked over with our guest what you had in mind for tonight. I couldn’t help but smile, and I went over and gave you my welcome home kiss.

Phoebe watched us, and before we ended our kiss she said, “Hey Alex. Where’s my kiss?” I couldn’t resist that invitation. I walked over to Phoebe and gave her a long, hard, passionate kiss that I hoped would show her just how much she turned me on. She returned my kiss with as much vigor as I was showing her, and that just made me even more eager to let my mouth and hands explore other parts of her gorgeous body. I could tell from the way that she kissed that she wasn’t into men. She was very feminine and gentle, but at the same time she had lust. I don’t know how I could tell, but I just could.

Phoebe and I broke our kiss, and I turned to face you to thank you for a wonderful gift and surprise. Apparently just seeing the two of us kiss the way we had, playing with each other’s tongues and whatnot, you had an impressive hard-on. “Ooh,” I said. “Looks like someone is a little kaçak iddaa turned on.” I winked at him.

“Yeah,” Phoebe said to me. “You are.” She ran her hand between my legs, which made me shudder, and I knew she had felt how incredibly wet I was. She had. “You are sooo wet Alex. You have no idea how much that turns me on.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Go ahead” she said, “Lay down. Josh, why don’t you let her suck you off for a while. I want to watch.”

You had no objections to her suggestion, which was shown with eagerness by how quickly your pants and boxers came off. You were rock hard, and there was already pre-cum leaking from your tip. I licked my lips in anticipation. I knew you’d been very tasty, and it wouldn’t be long before you blew your load down my throat. You positioned yourself over me, so that your cock just barely touched my lips… teasing me. I opened my mouth and reached with my hands to pull you closer to me, and into my mouth. I took as much of you into my mouth as I could, which was only about five inches.

Just barely half of your beautiful cock. I used my hand to jerk you off, but at a different speed than my mouth and tongue. I used my other hand to knead your balls, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until you came. You were giving me a lot of oral encouragement, which made me happy. I stopped sucking you, but kept my hands as they were, and moved my mouth to your balls. I glanced over at Phoebe and saw that she was fingering herself fiercely to the sight of us. I put my attention back at your balls, and began to give them treatment with my tongue kaçak bahis and mouth. “Oh god, Alex!” you exclaimed. “I’m so close. Get your fucking mouth back up here and swallow this load!” I did as you told me, and just seconds after I got my mouth back on your head, you came in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and you began to pull away, while looking down at your cock, and me with your cum running down my cheek.

“You missed some sweetheart,” you said pulling my head back to your crotch.

“So sorry,” I replied and began to clean up the rest of your cum off of your cock. I heard intense breathing and moaning and turned to look over at Phoebe. I had almost forgotten she was even there, I’d been so wrapped up in you.

“Get over here Alex and suck on my clit. I’m so close to cumming, and I want to do it in your beautiful little mouth,” she said. Well, that was all the invitation I needed. I crawled over to her, and pushed her hands out of her pussy, and off her clit. She was so wet, that I couldn’t believe it. I circled her clit slowly in circles with my tongue, which made her jump.

I slowly began to finger her with one finger, and realized quickly it would take two or three fingers for her to even notice I had my fingers buried in her pussy because she was so wet. I fucked her with my fingers while doing magic on her clit with my tongue, and was enjoying it thoroughly. I decided to let my tongue and fingers switch jobs and my fingers fiercely went after her clit while I ate her pussy with my expert tongue. Her legs began to twitch even more than before and before I knew it, she came hard on my face. I lapped it all up with an eagerness that I’d never known before.

“Wow!” Phoebe said. “You are so amazing Alexis. Now it’s my turn.”

to be continued…

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