Nicole’s Revenge

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As Nicole reached over to silence her alarm clock, she thought, “Oh, great. Another Monday.” After a few yawns, she decided she had better get out of bed. Monday for Nicole usually meant running meaningless errands for her incompetent boss. Getting him coffee, dropping off his mail, and whatever other items on his agenda were. She just wanted to get this day over with so she could meet up with her friends and do some club hopping.

Traffic was horrendous as always. Some idiot always trying to get somewhere faster than everyone else and in the process causes a traffic accident. When would the monotony end? Nicole finally made it to the office. She drove past those, oh so close, parking spots that all of the CEO’s and other big shots had only to find that her normal spot was taken. After finding a spot all the way on the other side of the lot, she began her trek to the office.

As she entered, she received the usual stares by other peons in her building. She had always secretly enjoyed those stares and even invited them by always pushing the limits of the company dress code. She rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor and thanked God for not having to listen to any more of that awful music. Her office was already bustling with traffic before the 7:30 start time. There’s always some little guy trying to make an impression on the boss by working his ass off, only to feel unappreciated when he’s ignored for a promotion. Nicole was well past that point. She had spent the past six years at her desk working for one of the top partners in the company and had never even been considered for any type of promotion. She had finally realized that the only way to be somebody important was to either know someone who’s already established his or her niche or to fuck somebody that’s already important. Unfortunately for Nicole, neither of those were an option. She didn’t know anyone and she had repeatedly told herself that she could never lower herself to pleasure any of the corporate pigs at her office.

Nicole’s phone buzzed at exactly 7:30. The voice on the other end was her boss and tormentor Mr. Rinker or Mr. Sphincter as other employees dubbed him. It was just the normal routine. Mr. Rinker asking Nicole why she wasn’t there at 6:30 working like cute little intern Jenny-who-gives-a-shit was and then asking her to run to Starbucks and get his usual drink, a vanilla frapucino. Nicole hung up the phone and started for the coffee shop. The line was terrible as always istanbul escort and after fifteen minutes of waiting had subsided, she put a lid on the cup and headed back to the office.

She buzzed Mr. Rinker to let him know that she was back with coffee-in-hand. No one answered the line. She figured he was probably talking to another one of his big shot friends. She walked down the hallway to her boss’ door and knocked lightly. The door opened a little and Nicole heard something. Not a response or hello, but a low moaning noise. Her curiosity sparked and she nudged the door open a little further. The sight she saw next nearly made her want to burn her retinas so she would never again have to see anything like it. There was all of probably three hundred and fifty pound, baldheaded Mr. Rinker slamming his old, shriveled cock into and out of Jenny-who-gives-a-shit. Nicole quickly shut the door and returned to her desk. She thought to herself, “Huh, must be promotion time again.”

She let about twenty minutes pass before she buzzed Mr. Rinker again. This time she received a hoarse, out-of-breath answer asking her why it took her so long to bring his coffee back. She almost laughed at the remark, but instead gave a bullshit excuse about a police chase or something like that. She walked back to the fat pig’s office and opened the door. This time Jenny was sitting in front of his desk pretending to take notes. Nicole handed the pervert his coffee and in return got a list of errands to finish before the end of the day. She grabbed her coat and proceeded to leave but stopped short as she heard a low-voiced conversation from down the hall. It was Mr. Rinker and Jenny. She strained a little harder to hear and caught what sounded like ‘same time tomorrow.’ That evil thought that we all have popped into Nicole’s mind. “Same time tomorrow,” she thought, “oh, this will be good.”

Her club hopping with her friends had left her with a night of meaningless sex with some stranger and a hangover from hell. But she couldn’t let that stop her, no; today was the beginning of Nicole’s revenge.

Her ride to the office seemed unusually quick. No major traffic incidents, for once something seemed to be going right for her. As she sat at her desk, her phone buzzed and she was once again asked to go and retrieve the boss’ coffee. Instead, she sat at her desk staring blankly at some papers until Jenny walked by. She pulled out avcılar escort her digital camera and made sure that everything worked and that the batteries were full. She paused a minute to ask herself if she was sure she wanted to do this. Six years of insipid errands ran through her mind and Nicole decided there was no turning back. She walked down the hall and opened Mr. Rinker’s door. Today she was treated to the sight of Jenny’s mouth being stuffed with her boss’ dick. She positioned the camera to make sure that she could get Mr. Rinker’s face into the picture. Snap. The plan was well on its way now. Nicole had to admit that even for eighteen, this little girl definitely knew what she was doing. She snapped a few more pictures before they changed positions. Jenny quickly bent over the desk and put her ass in the air as high as she could get it. Mr. Rinker walked over to her and slid into Jenny with no problem. It would have probably been a very erotic voyeur situation for Nicole, but then again, Mr. Rinker was nothing near her average guy. Some more pictures were snapped and Nicole became satisfied that she had more than enough to begin the next step of her plan.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully as Nicole pondered over her next step. With a couple of clicks she sent her pictures to the rest Rinker’s partners. Nicole rushed to work the following day only to act surprised after she was told her boss was in an emergency board meeting. A sly smile began to form on Nicole’s lips. Hours after hours ticked away and still no sign of Rinker or the other members. As Nicole began to clean off her desk and call it a day, she saw everyone leaving the conference room. Rinker had a very reddish tint to his face, as did his partner Jenny.

Days passed with a ton of rumors about Rinker being fired and the company facing bankruptcy or maybe a hostile takeover from a rival company. Nicole almost began to feel bad about what she had done, but after all; this was the same man who had made her his own personal bitch for the past six years. Only a firing would do her justice. Nicole grabbed her purse and keys while on the way to the door. All of this anticipation was eating away at her. Some beers, some laughs with her friends, and maybe that hot waiter she had her eye on would hopefully take her mind off the situation at work. A ringing telephone stopped her dreams in progress. “I need you at the office now Ms. Shelton,” mumbled the voice on the şirinevler escort other line; Nicole recognized it immediately as the company’s founder Mr. Wells. “Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”

Nicole entered what looked like the War Room at the White House. A large round table surrounded by chairs and bleary-eyed men in executive suits. “Please sit Ms. Shelton,” announced Mr. Wells. Nicole pulled her chair out in astonishment that she was even in the same room as these million-dollar men. “Ms. Shelton, we aren’t going to take a lot of your time here. We have made a consensus decision on the fate of Mr. Rinker and this company. We have found that serious misconduct has occurred repeatedly right under our proverbial noses. This is an inexcusable act that has been committed. If legal action is sought, it could damage this company severely. After speaking with the parties involved, we have averted legal action by releasing your former boss, Mike Rinker. That was not the hard part of our decision. Mike was a trusted man in very high standing with all of us in this room and we had never even had the slightest thought of having to replace him. No one is remotely close to taking his position in the company, that is, except for you Ms. Shelton. You have worked with Mike very closely over these past six years and we feel as though you have demonstrated enough knowledge and good work ethic to fill his spot. You will begin as of now. Do you have any questions of us?”

Nicole sat quietly trying to take in everything that was going on. She just wanted to get revenge on Rinker and get him fired. She wanted a better job, but not something like this.

“Ms. Shelton,” asked another executive, “are you okay? Do you have any questions?”

“No, sir. I thank you for considering me for this position and I gratefully accept it. I promise you will be glad you made this decision,” Nicole couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

“We had better not Ms. Shelton. You are now excused to return to work,” voiced Mr. Wells.

Nicole’s life had been turned upside down just for trying to get a little justice in her life. Her nights of beer and men had all but stopped. Being in an office from six in the morning to well past ten at night will surely put a damper on any social life. Nicole started using her newly acquired powers to reorganize her entire staff. Her department has recently been dubbed the ‘driving force behind Wells and Associates great success.’ She even made Jenny her personal assistant. After sometime Nicole did admit to Jenny about her setting up Mr. Rinker. You may wonder how Jenny felt about the entire thing. Well, you could ask her, but right now she has her lips glued to Nicole’s clit. I guess some people will just do whatever it takes to get ahead.

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A Surprise From Sister-in-Law

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“Does she have to stay here?” I asked my wife.

“Yes she does, she’s my sister,” my wife replied. “You know she has nowhere else to go.”

My sister had just called my wife and said that she had finally packed up her bags and left her cheating husband. After she left, she called my wife to ask if she could stay with us for a few days, until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Of course my wife said yes.

“Well, when is she getting here?”

“Not until this evening. She’s taking a plane this afternoon.”

“Well, I hope she’s a little easier to live with than I’ve heard.”

“Oh, I think you’ll find her fun,” my wife said, and went off to work.

The last time I had seen my sister-in-law was almost five years ago, when she was in college. Back then, she was quite the party animal, was up all night, and never slept. I was really hoping that wouldn’t be the case now, especially because she was going to be living with us for awhile.

When I got home later that day, my wife had already gone to pick her sister Misty up from the airport. So I went out to the backyard and did some yard work.

A couple minutes later, I heard the front door close and my wife and sister-in-law were home from the airport. When I started to go back inside I looked up and saw Misty. My jaw instantly dropped at what I saw.

What I saw was without question the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life. I immediately went back outside because I couldn’t even talk with her in my shocked state. I stooped by the back window so I could still see her as she talked with my sister, and stared.

Standing in my house was a perfect form of a body. Her long legs gave way to a slender waist that led to by far her greatest feature…her large tits. Not only that but she was wearing some sort of tight, form-fitting exercise clothing that showed off every curve of her body, with some definite cleavage up top.

I tried to gather it together, then I walked inside.

“Hi John!” Misty immediately said. With that, she ran and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks for letting me stay here. I really needed somewhere to go.”

To be honest, I never wanted that hug to end. As my body was pressed up against hers, I could feel her tits press up against my body, and it felt great. I almost forgot that I was married and started kissing her right then and there, but I was able to hold it together.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind getting some sleep,” Misty said. “It’s been a long day.”

It was a good thing Misty stopped the hug then. My body was really starting to react to being so close to such a sexy woman. So when Misty went to the guest room to get some sleep, I was relieved.

“Thanks again for letting Misty stay with us,” my wife said.

“No problem. She can stay as long as she wants.”

“Thanks honey. That means a lot to me.”

The next morning, I was already in the kitchen eating breakfast when Misty came in.

“Good morning John.”

“Good morni…” I couldn’t finish because as I was mid-sentence I looked halkalı escort up and there was Misty, in a tight-little lingerie dress that barely covered herself.

“Oh I hope you don’t mind. I don’t have a lot of other clothing right now, and since we’re family…”

“No, no, that’s fine. I was just caught off guard to see you. But you look good.”

“You think so? My husband obviously didn’t think so, or else he would have paid me more attention.”

“Well, your husband’s obviously an idiot. Look at you, you’re gorgeous.”

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

And that was the start of our flirting. It wasn’t very hard to flirt with her. I could hardly stop from keeping my eyes off her. As she was standing at the cupboard getting some cereal, I basically salivated over how perfect the curves in her body were.

At that point, my wife came in.

“Hey, did you ask John if he wanted to come with us tonight?” my wife asked her sister.

“Oh ya! John, you want to come to a nightclub with us tonight? I need to get my mind off my husband and your wife offered to take me.”

Never one to pass up a good time with beautiful woman, I agreed.

“Why don’t you just meet us there after work?”

“Sounds good.”

And with that, I left for work. I really didn’t think about it much that day, but when I got off work my mind started to think about Misty again. Unfortunately, I was running a few hours behind and didn’t get to the nightclub until almost 11 pm.

As I walked into the nightclub where I was to meet my wife and sister-in-law, I looked around to see if I could see them. And boy, could I see them, or at least Misty.

Misty was dressed in the shortest, tightest dress imaginable. Misty had on a dress that barely covered the top of her thighs and that showed off her slender tanned legs. At the moment I was looking at her, she bent over to pick up a drink, which showed off her deep cleavage and bottom of her ass.

I couldn’t believe she was dressed like that, but I didn’t want her to change.

I went over to them, and ordered myself a drink.

“You’ll have to have a few more to catch up to your wife,” Misty said. “She’s already on number five.”

“Number five?” As I looked at my wife? “How about you Misty?”

“I don’t really drink. But I’m afraid we may need to get my sister home soon, before she goes too far overboard.”

And with that, the night was cut short. After I downed my drink quickly, we left. I decided to drive my wife home and let Misty take my wife’s car. When I got home, I took my wife upstairs and put her in our bed.

Right after that, Misty came inside as well.

“Sorry the night was cut so short. I didn’t know my sister was such a drinker!”

“Normally she isn’t. I’m not sure what came over her, but she’s out cold,” I said.

“Really? I guess I’m not surprised. Well, it’s getting late, I better get to bed.”

“Me too. I’m pretty tired.”

So Misty went into her room and olgun escort I went into my room. I got into my boxers and got into bed. I checked my wife to see if she was okay. She was definitely still out cold, but was okay. So I turned over and went to sleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, I heard the door to the room open. I saw a shadow creep closer to me.

“John? John?”

“Misty? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“John, I just can’t get to sleep. I’m just not used to sleeping in a bed all by myself. For five years I’ve had my husband next to me, and I just can’t get to sleep.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked, still mostly asleep.

“Can I just sleep here with you guys tonight? Just for one night?”

Not knowing what to say, I said “I guess so.”

And with that, since my wife was still out cold on one side of the bed, I scooted toward the center and made room for Misty. Misty lifted the covers and got into bed.

Two people for a king bed is comfortable…three is a very tight fit. When Misty got in bed, we struggled for the first couple minutes to find a position that would work. Finally, we got to where we were basically all spooning each other, with me facing toward my sister-in-law.

At first, I tried to just keep my arms to my side, but it just wasn’t working. So I then gently just put my arm on Misty’s hip.

“Why don’t you just put your arm around me, it’ll be more comfortable,” Misty whispered, as she took my left arm and wrapped it around her waist.

In reality, it was definitely more comfortable. But I also couldn’t believe what was happening. Suddenly, I was holding my sister-in-law. And worse yet, it was starting to affect me.

I finally started to realize what Misty was dressed — or not dressed — in. Misty was dressed in the same lingerie that she was wearing that morning. Laying next to her, it honestly felt like she had no clothes on. It seemed like I could feel every inch of her.

As we laid there for several minutes, with my arm holding her, she started to snuggle back into me. That caused me to hold her tighter, which then instinctively made me rub her stomach with my hand.

“That feels nice,” she said. “But hold on a second.” At that point, she did something that to this day I still can’t believe she did. At that point, she lifted her lingerie over her head, threw it on the ground, took my hand, and placed it on her stomach.

“There, now you can do it properly.”

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” she continued. “Now you can have me.”

I was in shock. Suddenly, I was laying next to my naked sister-in-law. And not only that, but she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

The thing that made this even more unbelievable was that my wife was laying right next to me. I looked over at her, shaked her lightly, and got no response. She was still out cold, and I couldn’t have been more happy about that.

At that moment, my şişli escort hormones got the best of me. I put my arm around Misty and pulled her close to me.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I want you so bad.”

“I’m all yours, John. I need something to put my husband out of my mind.”

My hand started to roam all over her body. First her stomach, then I couldn’t resist her tits. Her tits felt incredible. They were full, firm, and huge. As I started to play with her nipples, she started to moan slightly. She also started to grind her ass into my crotch. I was already hard, but that made my cock hard as a rock.

As I continued to explore her entire body, she suddenly turned over so we were facing each other. It was at that moment that I could see her entire body and I almost came right then. Her tits were as incredible as they looked and her pussy looked amazing.

“Will you take me right here? I really need it. I need something to replace my husband.”

With that, I started to suck her tits. Playing with and licking her nipples was amazing. At the same time, she took my cock in her hand and started to massage my cock up and down. After a couple of minutes, she took my cock and started to place it near her pussy. At that point, I grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. Her pussy was so wet I could tell she wanted it bad.

As a started to pump my cock up her pussy, she put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “I want to you so bad! Give it to me hard!”

With that, I completely lost it. I grabbed her with both arms and started to pump my cock into her pussy faster and faster. I wanted to get as deep into her pussy as was possible. As I was fucking her pussy, her tits were continually rubbing against my chest, which made me fuck her even more. I loved tits, and the feeling of her tits rubbing against my chest was incredible.

As I kept fucking her, I could tell that Misty was getting close, as her breathing became very heavy and she was moaning more and more. Suddenly, she came in closer and her whole body started to shake. That made me fuck her even faster. At that point, I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock and she let out a scream.

Even though I was in heaven, that scream was not what I wanted. I was just about at the point of cumming, when suddenly I heard a “John, what’s going on?”

My wife had woken up…at a really poor time. The problem was, I was in way too deep to stop. With my wife getting up and looking over at me and her sister, I kept fucking her harder and harder.

“John! What are you doing?”

That just got me harder. Without saying a word, I fucked my wife’s sister over and over again. After a few more seconds, I grabbed my sister-in-law, still pounding my cock deep in her pussy, and let out stream after stream of cum, depositing it in my sister-in-law’s pussy, with my wife watching. My cock felt so great within my sister-in-laws tight pussy, I wanted to just stay insider her all night. It was almost amazing that I just didn’t care that my wife my watching. All I cared about was fucking my beautiful sister-in-law.

With my wife screaming at me, I then rolled over, in complete ecstasy. Knowing there was a good chance that my marriage was over, I simply got up, took my clothes, and walked out of the room.

To this day, I don’t regret anything that happened.

Especially because I got married again.

To the sexiest woman I know.

Misty.

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Party Time

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“Okay” I grumbled to my wife as the valet opened the door and handed me a ticket. “Tell me again how long we have to stay.”

She rolled her eyes and glared at me. “At least until the end of the auction” she said in a clipped tone. “That means a couple of hours. Surely you can find enough people to talk to or things to do for such a brief period. I can’t leave earlier than that.”

We walked into the party together and I took our coats to the checkroom. When I came back, my wife was surrounded by six people and was chatting away. I caught her eye and raised a hand to my mouth and made a tilting motion, asking her if she wanted a drink. She gave her nose a little scrunch and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and sidled off to find a bar and something to nibble on.

I generally dislike big parties but I particularly despise them when I am there because I have to be instead of because I want to be. This night I had to go because my wife was on the gala committee and it just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show up. That I barely knew the other people associated with the event or that we would spend the entire night apart as she worked the crowd didn’t enter into the equation. I understood but that didn’t make it any better.

Trying to not feel too sorry for myself, I began to observe the crowd as I made my way across the expansive ballroom to the martini bar. I had to admit that there were a lot of attractive and well-dressed people there. Thankfully, it was not a formal event so the outfits worn displayed both lots of creativity and, in some cases, plenty of skin.

“Are you lost?” I heard a voice say.

I stopped and turned to see a very cute, raven haired, petite lady standing next to me. She was dressed in a loose off-white shirt and a knee length black skirt that had a provocative slit along one side.

“Um, no” I replied. “Why would you think that?”

“Well” she said with a gleaming smile “Your head is turning back and forth like you are looking for something.”

“Ah” I said slightly embarrassed but understanding. “I’m just going to the bar and was taking in the surroundings.”

“I was just headed there myself” she said. “Care to buy me a drink?”

“My pleasure” I said, though it was an open bar.

As we arrived to the bar she turned and asked me what I was going to have to drink.

“A very dirty, no a filthy dirty, vodka martini” I replied. “And how about you?”

“Oh, I’ll be boring and just have a Cosmo.”

I ordered the drinks and when they were ready handed over the conical glass filled with pink liquid to her while I took a quick slurp of the slightly muddy fluid in mine.

“Can I have a sip” she asked. “I like things dirty.”

“Sure” I said and placed the glass near her lips.

“Mmm” she murmured looking me in the eye. “Salty. Reminds me of something…but I can’t quite place it.” And then, with her bakırköy escort head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling, she murmured almost to herself, “Colder though and of course less viscous.”

She put her lips to my ear and said, “Come, follow me. Let’s take a walk. I think I want to confirm something.”

I started after her weaving through the crowd and trying to see where she was taking us. My cock started to swell as I looked at her ass sway in the tight black skirt and glimpsed her muscled thigh through the slit that opened up with each step she took. Glancing at her hand, I saw that she too was married and then I realized that I did not even know her name.

Before I knew it, she had led me out a side door and we were now in a hallway that ran the length of the ballroom. Going through a small maze of hallways, she took me to a meeting room and we quickly ducked inside. The woman took a chair and placed the backrest under the handle to try and ensure that no one could surprise us.

Though the lights in the room were off, there was sufficient light from the outside coming through the pale window liners. I pulled her closely while looking into her eyes and she reached behind my head, opened her lips pulled my head down and kissed me.

She smiled as she stared at me and let her tongue slide from between her lips and slither in between mine. She bit gently on my lower lip and reached down for my belt buckle. Still looking me in the eyes, she undid my belt, unhooked the clasp at the waist and pulled down the zipper. She pushed me back against a table and tugged at the pants to pull them down from my hips.

She dropped to her knees and, still keeping her eyes locked on mine, worked my underwear down to my ankles. Only then did she look away from my eyes to my crotch. My cock stood alone, jutting horizontally into the warm air like a signpost. She whispered a soft sigh of excitement and with a smile placed her head beneath my sac and started to lick.

She twirled her tongue around each ball and then took them into her mouth one at a time slurping and pulling down slowly to let each one pop out of her mouth. All the while she was sucking my balls, her right hand gripped my shaft and was working up and down. She stopped and drooled out saliva onto her left palm and reached back up to anoint the tip of my cock and then worked her palm in a circular motion around the ridge at the tip of my hard-on while her other hand continued its rhythmic stroking.

I tried to reach down to get my hand into her shirt but she pushed me away…she was intent on controlling the action. Straining against the sensations she was creating I was relieved when she finally pulled over a chair, sat down and proceeded to wrap her mouth onto the head of my dick. Establishing a firm grip at the base of my cock with one hand, she placed beşiktaş escort her other hand on my ass and pushed me forward so that my rigid tool began to slide deep down her throat. When she had half of my shaft in her mouth she looked up at me and then moved her head forward so that my entire length was firmly ensconced in her mouth. Weaving her head slightly from side to side, she suddenly pulled back and left me waving in the air. Silently she resumed pumping with her slick saliva providing ample lubrication as she pulled and twisted my pole.

I watched transfixed as she hiked up her skirt and revealed her naked pussy lightly covered in dark hair. She leaned back, took her free hand and started to slowly rub herself. I could see the glistening moisture in her slit as she widened her legs to gain better access to the swollen nub between her legs. Mesmerized, I stared at her, helplessly following her hands as she simultaneously worked me and herself.

She continued to look at me, smiling occasionally but staying silent. Her chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity as she twirled her digits faster and faster in her sopping snatch. Beginning to gasp, she dropped her grip on my cock and dug two and then three fingers into herself, plunging them in and out while she played her clit with her other hand. She finally closed her eyes, threw her head back and opened her mouth in a wordless scream as she brought herself to the edge.

“No” I croaked and dropped to my knees in front of her. “Let me.”

But I was too late. Her hands flew, her legs stiffened, she moaned deeply and the convulsions gripped her body as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Spent, she let her head loll forward to her chest for what seemed like minutes before she raised it up to look at me.

“Er, are you okay?” I asked jokingly.

“I’m so sorry” she gasped back. “I couldn’t wait. I was too excited.”

She sat with her skirt bunched around her thighs, her wet lips spread wide to display the gaping tunnel between them. Feverishly I leaned in and grabbed her legs above her knees pushing them aside to further ease my access. She was slight and as I moved to sit on the chair with her, I placed my hands beneath her thighs and lifted her on my lap. She stood up for a moment, encircled my cock with her hand and gently rubbed the tip against her slick labia to make sure I was both hard enough and wet enough to easily slide into her as she slowly lowered herself back onto my lap with a deep sigh.

We kissed deeply and I brought my face to her neck to nuzzle and lick her nape as she squirmed and rocked against me. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp of her bra to release her breasts. The loose fitting top had belied the twin mounds of firm flesh that now stood free of their encasement. Large dark aureoles were tipped beylikdüzü escort with straining points that yearned to be suckled and I was happy to oblige when she lifted one to my bent lips. Circling one nipple with my tongue, I massaged her other point with the fingers of my right hand as I reached around her ass and worked the fingers of my left hand down beneath her cheeks to the spot between her pussy and her asshole where I gently massaged her.

We continued like this for a few moments when I decided a change of position was needed.

“Stand up,” I said as I tried to lift her off of me.

She obliged and we disconnected for a moment. Her skirt fell back to her knees while my prick stood alone, enraged and engorged.

I gently pushed her to the table where she leaned over, placed her forearms on the tabletop and spread her legs. I stepped behind her lifted her skirt to her hips and slid my cock back into her. She pushed back at me and raised her head to look back at me.

“Harder” she whispered and thrust backwards to encouragingly slap her ass against me.

I placed a hand on the small of her back and picked up the rhythm looking down and watching as I pistoned into her over and over. Her asshole stared back at me and small wisps of hair between her cheeks lay matted from sweat and her wetness. My tool glistened from her moisture and the scents of her body filled the air.

Furiously I used both hands to spread her globes further and I slowed my thrusts as I pulled out to the very tip of my prick and eased my way back in fully. I was lost in sensation and felt weak in the knees with the rapture I was feeling and knowing that was I near to the end. I felt her reach beneath herself and extend a hand back to my balls. Gripping them slightly, she began to roll them in her hand, tugging and massaging at the same time.

“Cum for me” she urged. “Don’t wait for me. I want you to cum.”

“Yes” I answered as I further slowed my motions. And I stood virtually motionless and let her move her pussy up and down my cock while milking my nuts. I felt my dick swell and then the sensation of her gripping me with her pussy began. Then, she stopped moving up and down and with her ass firmly against my pelvis began to work her inner muscles like contractions. Each clench inflamed my nerves while each time she relaxed I gasped for more. At last, the heated lava of my sperm began to move and my fingers twitched in frenzy as I grabbed her ass even tighter and glued her to me as I strained to go further into her.

“Please” I whimpered and with one last tug on my sac, a clamp of her snatch and a wriggle of her hips she brought me up to and over the precipice of delight as streams of cum spurted out of me and into her waiting womb. I stood on my toes, arched my back and, grunting, thrust as deep as I could as I tried to prolong the ecstasy that she had bestowed on me. My energy used up, I collapsed on her back.

My withering cock slipped out of her. She stood and turned to me, legs still wide. Reaching down she stuck a finger inside herself took it out and staring at me, licked it clean.

“Salty” she said with a wicked grin, “Reminds me of a dirty martini.”

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My name is John; I just got back from Iraq where I was stationed with my buddy, Jim, who’ll be discharged in another month. He made arrangements with his mom for me to stay with her and his two little sisters, who were 19 and 18 years old, until he gets home; then we’re going to get a place together.

I met his family a couple years ago when he brought me home on leave with him. I actually lived about 150 miles from them, but I don’t have much to go home to, so I thought I’d live here for a while. Jim said living with his mom for a couple months would help her out, since she’s been divorced about a year, and money’s a little tight.

I felt a little funny walking up to their front door; sure, they knew I was arriving today and I do kind of know them, but still. Then the door flew open – they must have seen me coming up the walk. It was his mom, Sally.

“Well, hello stranger,” she said with a wide smile.

“Hi” said Chris, her eldest daughter coming out from behind her and running down the walk to meet me.

“Hi it’s nice to be here again, and it’s really nice of you to let me stay here.”

“Oh think nothing of it” Sally said with a big smile, “come on in and make yourself at home.”

I noticed what a good looking woman Sally was for a woman in her forties; she obviously took really good care of herself. Her eldest daughter Chris was also very good looking, though she was a skinny little thing; she was very vivacious and had blossomed in to a fine looking young lady like her mom.

Then I saw Suzy, the youngest daughter; she was a little knock out too. ‘Whoa, John, hold on to your hormones there, boy,’ I thought to myself. ‘Are they really that good looking, or have you just been deprived for the last year and a half?’ I figured the answer was ‘yes’ to both questions.

We went into the house and did some catching up. I told them all about Jim – that he would be fine and home soon; I gave them the gifts Jim sent for them. I couldn’t help noticing how they were checking me out. I could see their eyes lowering to my crotch for a brief moment when I walked in the room; and looking at my biceps when I handed something to them. I even turned around once and caught Sally blatantly staring at my ass. I could tell it embarrassed her a little when she realized that she’d been caught ogling.

Sally made a very nice supper, the best I’ve eaten in months. Afterward, we went into the living room and talked some more. It was getting late though, and frankly I was tired.

“It’s so nice being back, but I’m really beat. I’d like to take a nice hot shower and go to bed, if you all don’t mind.”

“Oh sure, of course you’re exhausted from traveling” Sally said, “We’ll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow. You’ll find clean towels on the shelf in the bathroom.” I went to Jim’s old bedroom, took off my shoes and t-shirt, and then started down the hall to the bathroom.

Sally stepped out of her room, looked at me and said, “Wow, if nothing else Iraq gave you a nice tan.” She gave me a full body sweep with her eyes as I walked towards her.

“Thank you,” I said, a little embarrassed at her outward show of approval. She must have felt less inhibited without her daughters around.

The shower felt good but crawling between the sheets with nothing on felt even better. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next thing I knew I was awake, even though I had only been asleep a few hours. I lay there thinking about a lot of things, but soon my thoughts settled on the women in the house. Thinking about how nice Sally and her daughters looked, and wishing I had any one of them in bed with me right now.

I felt my boy start growing. I reached down under the sheets and started rubbing it, thinking how good it would feel to masturbate. Then I heard my door knob slowly turning and looked over to see the door opening real slow. I quickly pulled my hand out. It was Suzy, the youngest daughter; she walked in my room quietly so as not to wake anyone. I could see her pretty well with the light from the street lamp outside shining through. She was wearing a nightgown that just came down to her crotch, not quite covering her panties.

In a quite voice I asked, “What are you doing up?”

She quietly replied, “Nothing; I can’t sleep, I thought if you weren’t asleep, we could talk some more.”

I twisted around to fluff my pillow and the sheet slid down to my lap, exposing my nice tan upper physique – which I noticed her eyes drank in all they could.

“Sure, come in and sit down,” I replied. “I just woke up.”

She sat down in the chair by my bed giving me a good view of her crotch. I could see her dark hair through her little thin white bikini panties. She looked absolutely scrumptious; her brown shoulder-length hair was pinned back revealing a nice long neck. Her nightgown was low cut and thin enough that I could make out her dark erect nipples perched on the end of her nicely developed istanbul escort breasts.

Her eyes kept glancing down at my cock. I was really starting to get aroused at this point, and I’m sure she could tell. I was lying on my back with the sheets pulled up to my waist. By now it was half way hard, so I reached down under the sheet and pulled it up so it was laying flat against me. The whole time her eyes followed my hands and watched what I was doing.

I pulled my hand out from under the sheet and smoothed the sheet so it would show my eight inches better.

“Sorry, I have to get things situated down there.” I explained.

She just let out a cute little giggle. We quietly made small talk and once in awhile I would rub my hand over my penis just to watch her eyes follow what I was doing. It was fully erect now, and she seemed to be getting aroused at the sight of it. My cock head is barely covered by the sheet at this point. She was looking at it as if she was hoping it would finally break free of its shroud. She realized that she was staring at it when she glanced up and caught me watching her with a smile.

Embarrassed, she quietly apologized. I reached out and took her hand and said, “That’s ok, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” She began feeling my hand and seemed to enjoy the contact. I’d forgotten how nice a woman’s hands felt – so soft and warm.

As she looked at me timidly, I gently pulled her hand towards me, encouraging her to lean closer to me so we could kiss. She responded to my urging and slowly leaned closer until our lips met. Hers were hot and full; I could tell she was very aroused.

While we were kissing I took her right hand and put it on my cock, still covered by the sheet. I rubbed her hand gently on it for a while, then I let go and she continued on her own, rubbing and gently squeezing it; her touch felt so good. Then I pulled the sheet down, revealing my cock in its full naked glory. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand back around it and it felt even better with her bare skin on mine. Instinctively she started stroking it.

With a low breathy voice I declared, “Oh… that feels so good.”

I knew if she did it faster I would be shooting sperm clear to the ceiling in no time, and I wanted this to last a while. My hands quickly found her breasts; I rolled and squeezed her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“It’s so big and hard.” she whispered. Then she took her other hand and began feeling the tightly stretched skin on the head of my swollen shaft, and said; “This is as soft as a baby’s skin.”

I said, “Yeah, rub it on your cheek and feel how warm and soft it feels.”

She bent over it slowly, and I could feel the wonderful sensation of her warm cheek rubbing against my cock. I watched her stroking it and rubbing the cheek of her beautiful face on it; I couldn’t hold back a quiet hum. I was thinking ‘I’m going to cum all over her face if she keeps this up.’ Then she turned her head and started rubbing her lips on it and kissing it.

With my heart about beating out of my chest I said, “Go ahead, put it in your mouth and suck on it.”

She opened her mouth and put the head in and started sucking hard. She was obviously inexperienced at this, so I told her, “Don’t suck real hard; suck it easy while sliding your mouth up and down on it.”

She complied. She also slid her one hand up, rubbing her fingers gently over my abs, then on up rubbing and squeezing my pecs. I slid my hand down to explore her panties and rub her inner thighs as I lay there enjoying what, I imagined, was probably the first blow job she’d ever given anyone. I told her how good it felt.

I was thinking, ‘Should I cum in her mouth without warning her what was going to happen’ or maybe I should say, “I’m going to cum – just swallow it,” but decided that that was stupid and that she might not even know what cum is. Then she stopped sucking and looked up at me and smiled.

So I asked, “Do you want to get in bed with me?”

Without saying anything she crawled over me; I helped her get under the sheet. We lay on our sides facing each other. I started rubbing her lower back then down across her wonderful ass. I was thinking how I’d like to roll her over and stick my throbbing cock into her ass. All the while, I was pulling her close to me and pushing my rock hard cock against her pussy. We started kissing; I could taste my cock on her mouth.

I told her, “I want to make love to you so bad.”

Nervously she said, “I’m a little scared – I’ve never done it before, will it hurt?”

Reassuring her I said, “No, I’d be slow and gentle.”

With my fingertips I gently started tracing her panties; first the elastic waistband then down to the leg; I ran my finger under the elastic around to the back and felt her nice cheek. I worked my fingers between her cheeks to her asshole and gently pushed one into her avcılar escort ass; she moaned with pleasure at the feeling. We laid there and made out while I finger fucked her ass; she was humping against my hard cock and moaning with excitement. I pulled my finger out of her and rolled her onto her back, then I slid my hand up to her hip and hooked my thumb onto the waistband of her panties. I began pulling them down, and she raised her butt up to help me slide them off. I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed my finger into her slit. It was swollen, hot and juicy. She was definitely ready for her first time. I gently swirled my finger around her clit, feeling her body quake with enjoyment.

I rolled over with my knees between her legs. Then I slowly lowered down on top of her; my big bad boy didn’t need any help – he knew where to go. I could feel my big cock head entering the warm juicy lips of her pussy. I worked it in and out with shallow strokes for awhile, savoring the moment while letting her get used to this big hot monster that was getting ready to violate her. Slowly, I pushed it in a little further then back out, and then in more. I could feel it start to enter her tight hole, and she moaned a little. I pulled it back out allowing the juices to lubricate my head better. Then I pushed until my head was all the way in that wonderful tight hole. She moaned and hugged me tighter. I pushed it in about half way I thought she was going come off the bed.

I asked her, “Are you ok?”

Panting with delight she said, “Yeah, it feels so big.”

I pulled it back out a little then put it in all the way, She bit into my chest and let out a muffled cry at the pain of her hymen being torn and the sensation of her little virgin pussy being stretched wider than its ever been stretched before. She felt so good, I could feel her tight little pussy wrapped around every inch of my rock hard cock. I slowly pumped it in and out of her thinking how nothing in this world feels better than this.

She really started enjoying it and said, “Please don’t stop, this feels so good.” Then she started pumping with me and moaning louder. I could tell I was about to cum, and I could tell she knew something was about to happen too. Then I erupted inside of her; it felt like I ejaculated a whole pint inside her, even though that’s not possible. I lay there on top of her, helpless, feeling my cock throbbing on its own as it ejaculated every bit it could. I rolled off of her and kissed her.

“That was wonderful” she said, “We’re going to have to do this again.”

With a slight chuckle I said, “Oh, we will; just sneak in here, anytime.”

“I will, but I better get back to my own bed now before Mom or sis finds out what we did.”

I gave her a kiss and said, “Ok, goodnight.” She found her panties and got out of bed. I gave an approving moan when she pulled them up over her nice butt. She looked back at me and gave a little smile, then snuck quietly out of the room.

I lay there for awhile, then decided I’d better go to the bathroom and wash up. I pulled my robe on, walked down the hall to the bathroom, and proceeded to wash off. As I was drying, I was startled when the door opened. It was Sally.

“What’s the matter, having trouble sleeping?” She said. I quickly tried to get rid of the towel and close my robe.

“Uh, no. I’m just using the bathroom.” I was wondering if she knew Suzy was just in my room. She closed the door quietly behind her, locked it, then walked closer to me. I could see she had only panties on under a sheer nightgown.

We stood there facing each other, then she put her warm soft hand on my bare chest, moving her fingers back and forth and said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man.” My cock started growing again as soon has her hand touched me.

Not knowing what else to say I replied lamely, “Oh, really!” She reached down with the other hand and started rubbing my cock through my robe.

“You know what I want to do?” She asked seductively.

Playing along I said, “No, what?”

“Oh,” she said, “I have my toys, but there is no substitute for when I have the taste for sucking on a nice young hard cock until it cums, and to swallow every drop.” She squeezed a little when she said cock.

I’m thinking, ‘Oh, mama.’ I put my hands around her slender waist and pulled her against me. I could feel my dick up against her warm crotch. She pushed her pelvis against mine. I moved my hands around to her butt, feeling her nice skimpy string panties.

We stood there for a while kissing and doing the dirty grind on each other. She was a good kisser, trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. This lady wanted to suck on something real bad. We pulled away from each other a little. Then she moved her hand down across the front of me, opening my robe as her hand went down to my exposed cock. While she stroked me slowly with her warm soft hand, she started kissing my neck; şirinevler escort she kissed her way down to my nipple. She sucked on one for awhile then sucked on the other, flicking my nipples with her tongue.

Then she kissed her way down across my rippled abs, going to her knees. She just knelt there in front of me just looking and stroking my erection slowly, savoring the moment. With her other hand, she lifted my nuts up to her mouth and started licking them. It felt real good. Then she sucked one of my nuts into her mouth.

She started masturbating me harder like she was milking my cock. I was thinking she wanted to get it as hard as she could before she started sucking on it. I noticed a little semen coming out of the tip of it from her hand action, and thought it must have been lingering from my recent encounter with her daughter. Then I started getting paranoid. Would she realize I had just screwed one of her daughters, or perhaps she would just think I jacked off recently?

She stopped sucking on my nuts and looked at the head of it and without any hesitation licked the semen off the tip, making a faint hum sound. Then she started licking and sucking down the side of my 8-inch shaft. She let go of it, but it didn’t matter at this point; it was hard and pointing straight at her face as if it was saying, come on suck me, suck me.

She looked up at my face and smiled with excitement and said, “Wow, what a cock! What do you want to be when you grow up, little boy?”

I could only imagine what I looked like; my mouth was probably hanging open with anticipation. She took the head of it in her mouth sucking slightly, giving a moan of pleasure; she reached both hands around to grab my butt. Sucking harder she pulled it further into her mouth – I mean way in her mouth. This lady was thoroughly enjoying doing this. It really turns me on to be sucked by someone who enjoys it. I could feel her squeezing my cheeks and she put the tip of her finger in my asshole. She grabbed hold of my shaft with the other hand and started stroking it slowly, all the while sucking, moving her mouth up and down on it. She wasn’t just sucking – she was doing something with her tongue too; she was a master at this. I thought I died and went to heaven, it felt so good.

When I get a good blow job I feel a tingling clear down to the bottom of my feet and I was definitely feeling it now. I had to lean back against the counter before my knees buckled. Then she started sucking harder, masturbating faster and moving her head faster. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I shot a load down her throat. I could feel that my cock was getting harder. She was really getting into it; she was moaning with delight because she knew I was close to coming.

Suddenly, I cut loose, and I couldn’t believe what a good orgasm I had since I just had one not too long ago. I wished I could have treated her to the huge load I just shot in her daughter. She kept sucking and swallowing like she didn’t want to loose one precious drop and that was fine by me – it felt so good.

The hardness was going away when she took it out of her mouth, then she took one last lick and suck on my shrinking head.

She stood up and said, “That was good.”

I said, “You’re telling me. That was probably the best head I ever had.”

Leading me by the hand she said, “Glad you enjoyed it. Come to my room now and we’ll continue this.”

I said, “I won’t pass up an invitation like that.” We went in her room and she took off her nightgown and I slipped her panties off of her, revealing her shaved pussy. I had her sit on the edge of her bed then I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows so she could watch me devour her cunt.

She tasted nice and sweet like strawberry; apparently she was planning on me doing this, or at least she was hoping. I didn’t want to disappoint her so I licked her clitoris until she was screaming with joy. I find it hard to believe no one heard her climaxing – hell the neighbors probably heard her.

She scooted up in the bed and pulled me on top of her then reached down and guided my hard-again cock into her juicy pussy. I shoved it in violently to her enjoyment.

She hugged me and said, “Fuck me hard, fuck me all night long.”

I love a woman that tells me what she wants, and I love delivering it. She felt so good and I could tell she liked what I was giving her. She climaxed again and I soon followed.

We stopped kissing long enough for her to say, “I want you to keep your big cock in me all night; I’ve needed this for a long time.” We made love and slept together all night. I went back to my bed just before everyone got up.

I went to sleep for awhile, and woke up to a quiet house. Everyone was gone to school and work. I suddenly realized how late I’d slept – it was almost ten o’clock; poor Sally had had to go to work without much sleep. I got up, put on just a pair of shorts and went in the kitchen and ate a bowl of cereal. Then I went in the living room and channel surfed for a while; nothing good was on, as usual. I kept thinking about the night before and how I got a cherry and an excellent blow job and some really good sex, all in one night. Not bad for my first night back.

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At the last minute the evening before, she found out that she had to fly cross country for an important meeting with a client. She was actually thrilled; because that meant an over night trip, and perhaps she could visit her old lover while she was in town.

Her meetings finished up just after noon, and she texted him letting him know she was in town and wanted to get together. Missing her dearly, he was thrilled at the opportunity to spend time with her. He let her know that he would come home from the office early around 3:00, and if she got there before him just to let herself in. He gave her the key code for the door.

She arrived to his apartment about 30 minutes before 3:00, just enough time to pour herself some wine and to make sure she was prepared for him. She gulped down her glass quickly, the rushed down the hall.

Stopping in the bathroom, she did a quick check of her hair and make up then quickly headed back to the bedroom. She wanted to be waiting in bed for him when he returned.

When she had bathed and dressed that morning, she had prepared ahead of time for the possibility of their bedroom adventures. She had taken extra care of her intimate parts, shaved them clean, and had put on her sexiest undergarments.

She had put on her black thigh-high stockings, held up by a sexy black garter belt and matching crotch less panties under her gray A-line skirt. She quickly removed her skirt, but left her heels on. Under her dress top and sweater she had worn a sheer black lace chemise, and black lace bra.

She considered opening her suitcase and getting some other lingerie out or setting out the bag of toys she had brought, but one look in the mirror told her what she had on was more than enough, and the toys she could bring another time.

Her pussy was already getting wet just thinking of him exploring her body, and were so many ways she wanted him to take her. She laid down across the bed and let her imagination run wild. Her breasts became taunt and she could feel the heat growing inside her. She resisted the urge to reach down and finger herself, as she wanted him to be the one to touch her. Soon, she heard the opening of the door down the hall & knew he had returned.

He entered the door, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Washing his hands, he saw an empty glass of wine, sitting on the counter. He retrieved another glass, poured himself one and downed the full glass quickly. Assuming she was just getting freshened up, he was about to pour another glass for both of them, but he heard her.

“Could you come here please? I’d like to show you something.” She called from down the hall.

He walked down the hall to find his bedroom door only open a crack. He swung the door wide and found her laying there sprawled across his bed on her stomach wearing only her undergarments. She had her head propped up in her hands, and her sexy legs crossed in the air behind her.

Seeing her laying there in the flesh was even better than what he had imagined. Her large breasts poured out the top of her black lace bra and chemise. He let his eyes roam down her curvy body to her exposed bottom. It was covered only by her tiny black panties and garter loops, which crossed down her ass to hold up her thigh highs. The thigh highs were the black, silky and sheer running down her long legs to her patent leather stilettos. It was a temptest scene he would never forget.

His cock grew hard in an instant and he couldn’t wait to bury it deep inside her.

“Wow! I’m speechless.”

“Great! …Because at this moment, I’m really not in the mood for talking. I had other ideas for this afternoon.” She sat up and rolled over leaning back to face him and spread her legs wide for him to see.

With her crotchless panties, he could see her clean shaved pussy and hole and wanted to dive right into them.

“Come here.” He said. He didn’t trust him self on the bed with her just yet, and wanted her to help him undress.

She rose slowly from the bed and crossed the room toward him, letting his eyes have plenty of time to take her all in.

He pulled his shirt over his head and began un-buttoning his pants, and she grabbed his hand to stop him. Placing each hand of his on her shoulders, she let her fingers make quick work of his zipper. She wrapped her arms around his waist and trailed kisses down his chest as the lowered his pants and underwear down. Grasping his huge hot cock in her hands, she began to move them up in down in rhythm while kissing him deeply.

He pushed her back as he stepped out of his pants and shoes, then leaned down to caress her breasts. Pulling one breast out over her bra, he lavished it with his tongue while caressing it, and with his other hand he reached lower down to the apex of her thighs. Her cunt was already dripping halkalı escort wet in anticipation and he began circling his fingers around her clit and darting them into her hot pussy.

Loosing her balance, she took a quick step back which made her giggle. He caught her in his strong arms, then picked her up and moved her to the bed.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you!” he groaned

“I’ve missed you too! I’m free for the rest of day.” She explained. “My flight out isn’t until tomorrow morning, so we have lots of time.”

“It’s could never be enough time, but I am certainly going to make the most of it.” He said and he kissed her passionately again. Then he nibbled her earlobes as his hands moved down her hips and over to her dripping hot pussy.

As he touched she let out a moan of excitement. She was like hot dripping lava in his hands and he alternated rubbing her clit and diving with a finger into her holes. She was so ready, he knew in just minutes he could bring her to an orgasm.

It was a rare that she came to town anymore, and it had been ages since they had last been together. He wanted to show her as much pleasure as possible while she was here, so with this first one he would be quick.

He moved his lips down to the gaping slit in her crotchless panties, to her sweet pink little bud and teased it lightly. Even with this light touch, she let out a moan.

He sucked her clit and licked her pussy as his fingers worked magic on her. This made her rotate her hips and let out small cries.

“Oh my! I need this!” she cried and her legs began to quiver and her body shook in orgasm.

He continued the onslaught with his tongue not letting her escape his touch, wanting her pleasure to last.

She reached down and had to pull his face up to hers before he would stop. Kissing him deeply, she could taste her sweet pussy on his lips. Her orgasm had left her breathless and aching for more.

Trailing kisses back down toward her breasts, he tried to kiss each nipple, but her lacy clothing was in the way. He resisted the urge to rip all her clothing off, because he wanted to take his time making sure her next orgasm was even more intense than her last.

He sat her up and gently pulled the chemise over her head, then as he kissed the tops of her breasts, he swiftly unfastened her bra exposing her fully. As he buried his face in her big tits she ran her fingers through his hair, and he continued toy with each nipple pinching and rolling them between his fingers while suckling the other.

The attention to her breasts sent electric shocks down her body and she groaned in pleasure. She was enjoying this sweet torturous attention, but her pussy ached wanting him to hurry and put his huge cock inside her already.

She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him putting her wet pussy right on his cock. Before he could stop her, with a quick rocking of expertise came down hard and slid his huge cock deep inside her, causing her to let out a scream. His dick was so long and big it filled her completely and stretched her wide.

“No.” he said gently, holding her still. “Are you ok? I wasn’t done teasing your body yet, slow down.” Her pussy was wet and slick from his previous attentions, but from the scream she let out, he hoped she hadn’t hurt herself.

“It’s been a long time, and I’d forgotten how huge you are… Almost too big for my tight little twat. I should have been slower, but I needed you inside of me. I couldn’t wait any longer.” She said, with a groan.

Her little cunt was tight and exquisite, but he knew he’d taken her many times before. He just smiled and brought her chin down to kiss his lips.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long and your huge dick just feels so good, ” She said with a smile.

After a few moments of letting her body adjust to his large size, she started to moved her hips in slight circles and clenched her pelvic muscles. The tightening and movements of her little cunt were maddening, and he was powerless to her motions. He grasped her hips and tried to guide her up and down.

“Uh-uh.” She said as she shook her head, pinning his arms back down by his side. “This is just a tease.” Then she lifted herself back up and off his cock, straddling both his legs.

She ran her hand over his wide chest, then lowered her lips down to his. After drinking his kisses, she trailed her tongue down his torso stopping just for a moment to nibble at one of his nipples, and then continued down his abdomen stopping again at his cock.

She grasped his huge cock in her hands and said “I’ve been wanting your huge cock in my mouth, too.”

“That makes two of us.”

His big dick was still wet with her juices, and she slid her hands taksim escort up and down with ease, and began to kiss and lick around his crotch, everywhere but his dick.

While moving one of her hands back and forth on his shaft, she moved her warm mouth over one of his nuts and with her other hand she massaged his perineum. She sucked and mouthed each, rolled them around in her mouth, and flicked her tongue back and forth across them both.

With her fingers gripped tightly, she licked up his shaft and she could taste herself where she had just been on his cock. As she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around and licked up his delicious pre-cum. Taking just the tip in her mouth, she sucked gentle at first and then harder, while she ran her hands up and down his shaft.

Moaning, he let sounds of sheer enjoyment escape from him. He wanted her to take him all the way in her mouth, but she was still teasing him.

Still holding the tip of his dick in his mouth and licking with her tongue, she shifted herself out of her straddle, to reposition down further between his legs, and pushed his knees up for better access. Then she grasped his cock and hips into her hands and brought his cock fully into her mouth. His cock was so big she had to relax her mouth to fit him down her throat. She sucked and moved her tongue back and forth while her hands worked the base of his cock, then would plunge down him, over and over.

She slowed her speed and pulled away so she could catch her breath and lower her attentions. She buried her face in his ass and began licking and wetting his hole, while she moved a hand up and down his cock.

She dove her tongue in and out and licked back and forth between his nuts and hole and then would dart her tongue back deeply into him. The sensations were driving him mad, but he was helpless to stop her. .

She took him fully again and after a few minutes he was grasping her hair and guiding her up and down dick faster and faster. He knew if he didn’t stop her quickly he was going to cum in her mouth right then, and he wasn’t ready. Because he wanted this experience to be all about her needs, he was fighting himself.

He managed a week cry of “Please stop! …Not yet.” As he placed his hands on her face and lifted her mouth up off of him, he brought her face up to meet his and kissed her deeply.

She straddled him and began moving her hips over his cock again, but he wasn’t going to let her have what she wanted, just yet. He pulled her up and brought her up to his face. Giving him a blow job was such a huge turn on for her, her pussy was just dripping wet for him all over again.

Slowly he began licking and sucking her clit as his fingers parted her intimate folds. He inserted fingers into her tight little cunt and began fucking her pussy hard while licking and sucking her clit.

Moaning again, her knees began to shake and he knew she was almost ready for another orgasm. His penis ached to be with her, but he would see to her pleasure again first. He moved around back with his tongue, and began giving her ass the same sweet tongue torture he had just received while his finger’s teased her pussy and clit.

Soon, she began gasping and rocking her hips, pushing her ass against his face. Shouting out in passion, her legs began to quake and a few moments later her knees gave in and she collapsed back over on the bed beside him.

He was just getting started though, and wasn’t going to let her take much of a break.

He sat up looked down at her gasping for breath and smiled. “You like that huh?”

“Just as much as I liked teasing you.”

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get our wine glasses.”

When he returned just a minute later, she was still sprawled across the bed wearing her thigh highs, but a loop her left side had come un-done and her shoes were long gone. He reached over and pulling her elastic garter belt and gave it a snap.

“I think it’s about time we loose those and everything else. I want every part of our bodies touching in a minute and nothing between us.” He said, as he passed her a wine glass.

She sat up and took a few sips. “I’m surprised you haven’t ripped them off of me yet.” She said with a smile.

“Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind a dozen times.” He took her wine glass from her and set them on the night table and then crawled across the bed to her on his knees.

She leaned back on the bed, and his fingers made quick work of her garter fastenings. Lifting each dainty foot one at a time to rest on his shoulder, he leaned forward to kiss the inside of her thighs down to her ankles as he removed each of her stockings.

Running his fingers down to her crotch, he felt the hot mess left from their play. He dove a finger şişli escort into her dripping cunt and brought it to her lips to taste.

She licked his finger lightly, then sucked it off hard, enjoying the sweet taste of herself. “Better than the wine.” She breathed

“I agree.” He said as he gently kissed her.

As he leaned down to kiss her more deeply, she lifted her ass and shimmied her belt and panties off. Totally naked now, he wanted to jump on her and burry his rock hard cock deep inside her, and it was all he could do to resist.

He fetched some massage oil from the bedside drawer, and rolled her over flat on her belly while he straddled her. He warmed the oil in his hands then began to rub her back and shoulders.

“That feels so great! I can’t remember the last time I had a massage.” She sighed

“Better than the orgasms I just gave you?”

“Not even close.” She giggled.

“Good. I have a few more planned for you before I get off.” He said as he leaned to kiss the nape of her neck.

He continued to massage up and down her back. After two orgasms, she was putty in his hands. He wanted to give her just a little break, but not too much. Still hard as a rock and fully erect he, he needed a release, too.

He continued to massage her for a few more minutes, and occasionally added trails of kisses up and down her back and neck.

As he felt her relax more and more, he slid down and massaged her ass cheeks. Grabbing the bottle of massage oil he poured a little down the crack of her ass and then spread her legs apart and his fingers moved down to massage it into her pussy and clit.

She began to sigh and moan and he was aching to be inside her. He couldn’t hold back an longer and had get that big cock of his back inside of that tight pussy.

He guided her around to face him and pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he lifted her up and slowly brought her down gently over his cock. Her hot little pussy felt so good on his huge dick.

Grasping his shoulders, she let out a small cry. So tight, she had to turn her knees out and shift her hips so she could take him in completely. Again, he was stretching her so deep and wide, little sounds escaped her.

He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. Suckling and licking each breast, he took his time lavishing each with attention before he gently laid her back onto the pillows.

“You ok?”

“You feel absolutely amazing inside of me! I need more.” she said while she placed gentle kisses across his chest.

He began rocking slowly, back and forth delighting in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her little pussy. Being inside of her was amazing. After awhile, her impatient hips kept trying to increase his rhythm.

“Come to me.” He rolled them onto their side and their legs intertwined landing one of her legs up over his hip. From this position he could see her beautiful body, and easily fondle her breasts, while still deeply penetrating her hot tight pussy. Each thrust was more intense than the last, and he could was becoming lost in the sensations.

He squeezed each nipple causing her to call out his name and she reached down to try to rub her own clit. Pushing her hand away, he tickled her clit with his fingers. Soon she was starting to buck her hips faster and faster and he knew she was on the verge of another orgasm. Suddenly her pussy began to squeeze and legs shake. Se began moaning and crying out in pleasure as her body quaked.

He was on the edge, but had not had his release, so stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and buried his face in her cunt. He roughly licked in a frenzy and teethed and sucked at her clit, while she was still moaning loudly

“I need more of you! Please take me!” she cried out

He placed her legs over his shoulders grasped her hips and drove his big cock deep inside her, making her scream. Then he began to pound his huge cock in and out of her tight pussy, slamming them together, over and over. The sensations on his cock were so tight and intense.

She kept moaning and screaming in pleasure, reaching back, pulling on the sheets.

In just moments he was at his release. He thrust even harder and began to explode inside of her, just as her body started to quiver in ecstasy. He thrust hard and slow a few more times and with each thrust, her pussy and every muscle in her entire body would contract and quake.

“Oh my word!” she sighed

His legs were about to give out standing there, but waves of pleasure were still crashing her body, and were giving her involuntary contractions. He held still until he felt her body begin to relax.

Out of breath, slowly he pulled out and crawled over on the bed beside her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then collapsed down next to her.

“Just think! We get to do all that again, and more!” he said

“Right now?” she asked, with a grin.

“Well, perhaps after a quick rest for me, but if you are ready I’m more than happy lick on your sweet little clit.”

She let out a hardly laugh and snuggled up beside for a little rest.

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One Night at a Time – Barbara Pt. 02a

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Barbara was having a restless night. She had been up twice since we had fallen asleep and was having a hard time getting comfortable. I glanced at the clock, it was a little after 4 am. Her back was to me and I moved to spoon with her, my limp cock against her ass and my arm draping over her to rest on her tits.

“Sorry I am keeping you up. I just cannot get comfortable tonight.”

“No problem, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Holding me is nice.”

I nestled in behind her, my hand resting at the top of her stomach under her tits. Holding her warm naked body was causing my cock to awaken and as it grew harder, it pressed into her ass. I adjusted my hips, my cock lining up in the crack of her ass. Barbara pushed back against me lightly and moaned slightly.

“That feels nice,” she said wiggling against my cock.

“It does feel nice. You are so warm,” I said flexing my cock in her crack.

We laid there quietly for a couple of minutes.

Barbara suddenly pulled away and rolled over facing me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“I will answer any question you have, if I can.”

She nodded her head slowly. Looking away she asked quietly, “Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?”

“Yes I have,” I said smiling.

“Was it with someone who was pregnant?”

“Yes I have fucked a pregnant woman in the ass.”

“Your wife?”

“No, the college friend I told you about.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Why do you ask? What do you really want to know?”

She finally looked at me,” Before I got married I had a couple of boyfriends that liked to fuck my ass. My husband is not into it and I have not done it since before I met him. Thought since I have gone this far, I might as well ask.”

“Would you like me to fuck your ass?”

“Oh god, yes,” she said, hugging me, squeezing her tits and stomach against me.

“I’ll halkalı escort be right back,” she said as she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I went over to my suitcase, grabbed the travel bottle of lube I carried with me to jerk off on the road and climbed back into bed.

Barbara came back into the room carrying the hand lotion bottle from the hotel.

“Do you think this will work?,” she said holding it up.

“It does, but not as well as this,” I said holding the lube up.

She smiled, ” Oh good, it has been a while since I had anything in my ass. Having good lube is important.”

“I will take it easy, let you get used to it. How did you enjoy it before?”

“Whichever way gave them access to my ass. What position did your friend like it in?”

“When she was like you she liked being bent over the bed or something. Gave me access and she could reach down and play with herself.”

“HMMMMMM, let’s try that first then,” she smiled and stepped to the edge of the bed and bent over spreading her legs with her elbows out in front of her.

I moved in behind her and dropped to my knees. Leaning in I began licking her pussy. A low groan came from her as I licked and pushed my tongue into her already dripping wet pussy. After warming her pussy up for a couple of minutes, I stood up behind her and slid the tip of my cock into her pussy. Barbara moaned and pushed back against me trying to get more of my cock in her. I used one hand to keep her from pushing too far back. Flipping the lid of the lube open, I began to let it drip down the crack of her ass.

She jumped as the cool lube hit her ass, “Brrr.”

“It will be warmed up in a minute,” I said as I used my hand to rub it against her asshole. Working it around I slowly inserted my thumb in taksim escort her ass like I had the other night. Her ass sucked it right in and I massaged her asshole, stretching it out as I pumped her pussy. She gasped as I pulled my thumb out of her ass. Spreading more lube on my fingers, I inserted my middle finger deeply into her ass working lube into her. Barbara was moaning and pushing back on my finger and cock. I slowly inserted another finger into her and began to finger fuck her ass.

Reaching under she grabbed my cock and was rubbing it up and down her pussy. Her ass was beginning to loosen up as my fingers worked into her. Sensing she might be ready, I pulled my cock back from her hand and dripped some lube on the tip even though it was already slick from her juices.

Placing the tip of my cock against her asshole, I leaned in and asked, “Do you want me to do this or you want to control?”

Looking back she said, “You start, but go slow. I may need you to stop, it has been a while since I did this.”

“Let me know if you need me to stop. You ready?”

She nodded her head, I pressed my cock to her puckered asshole and began to push. Her ass resisted and then the head popped in, she inhaled audibly and moved a hand back to push on my upper hip.

“You okay?”, I asked.

“Yes, just give me a second,” she said with some strain in her voice.

“Let me know what you need to do,” I said caressing her ass cheeks.

Nodding yes she took a few deep breaths, “Let me do it.”

“Okay.”

Barbara took a deep breath and began to push back against my cock. I was holding my cock with one hand to keep it from bending as it tried to push into her ass. Suddenly, I popped past her sphincter and half my cock was in her ass.

“Oh damn, don’t move. Let me get used to it,” she panted.

I stood still behind şişli escort her, my cock now trapped in her hot tight ass. Her ass lightly clenched my cock, like it was trying to pull it deeper into her. Barbara was again taking some deep breaths.

Looking back at me she said, “Go ahead, slowly. Stop when you get all the way in.”

Lightly grabbing her hips I began to push deeper into her. Barbara kept on hand on my hip as I slowly eased into her. Soon I was balls deep in her and stopped, her tight ass squeezing my cock.

“You good?”, I asked.

“Oh god yes. I feel so full, I have really missed this. It feels incredible.”

“Ready?”

“Yes fuck my ass.”

Grabbing her hips, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her ass. Barbara reached under her belly and was playing with her pussy, I could feel fingers moving in her pussy as I fucked her ass. I had to remind myself not to go too fast, to make this incredible feeling last.

Barbara’s breath was starting to get ragged.

“Faster,” she said, cramming fingers into her pussy.

I picked up my pace fucking her ass, her asshole stretching around my cock as it pounded into her ass. She was smashed against the bed now.

“Fuck me, cum in my ass. Fill my ass,” she grunted as I fucked her faster.

My cock was ready and I rammed as deep into her as I could. I exploded deep in her ass grunting as I filled her ass with my hot cum. Feeling my cock pulse in her ass set her off and an orgasm started rolling through her body, my cock being squeezed like it was in a vise by her ass. As her orgasm subsided, Barbara put her hands out to push herself up from the bed a bit. As her breathing returned to normal, her ass began to relax around my cock which slowly slid out of her ass.

Feeling me fall out of her she got onto the bed on her side. I moved in behind her and held her in my arms.

“Thank you. That was amazing. Had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a cock pumping cum into my ass.”

“Believe me, I enjoyed it as much as you did. You have a great ass for fucking.”

I held her close to me and we fell back asleep. We would spend one last night together before we both left to return to our homes.

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Old Flame, New Game Ch. 02

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I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process.

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I usually spend Saturday morning relaxing around the house, watching TV and doing any odd jobs that need to be done. But this morning I loaded my golf clubs in the trunk of my car and told my wife that I was going to Doral to play a round with a client, and that I would be back later in the afternoon.

I arrived at Sharon’s hotel room just before 9:00 a.m. I was not sure if she would be awake yet, but I knocked on the door anyway. A few seconds passed and I heard some rustling behind the door before it opened and I was ushered in. Sharon stood there wearing only a towel, with her wet hair hanging in her face.

“You are here early today,” she said.

“I wanted to get an early start.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing I am up already and out of the shower.”

“I would have waited for you. I might even have joined you in the shower.”

“Really, and what would you do with me in the shower?”

“I would make sure your pussy is nice and clean. It was a mess yesterday when I left here.”

“Why don’t you check it out now, make sure it is completely clean,” she said, as her towel dropped to the floor.

I took her into my arms and kissed her as she pressed her naked body against mine. Even through my clothes I could feel the contours of her flesh, and the heat rising from her pussy. I guided her to the bed and gently pushed her onto her back. I briefly sucked each of her nipples, and then kissed my way down to her warm smooth pussy. She smelled of soap and flowers, fresh and clean and ready for tasting. I lowered my mouth to her slit and starting licking from top to bottom. I pressed her lips apart with my flattened tongue, licking from her asshole to her clit, up and down, down and up, over and over. After a few minutes I began to taste the honey leaking from her vagina. That was my cue to suck her lips into my mouth– those delicate folds of pink flesh– sucking and tasting, pulling on them with my lips. She started to moan so I sucked a little bit harder, just for a second, before releasing the inner lips and moving up to her clit. I extended my tongue and flicked it across the tip of her clit, barely making contact, just enough to tease her.

“More,” she moaned. “More.”

I increased the pressure on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth. The juice from her pussy was flowing onto the bed as I continued licking, giving her more and more of my tongue as I licked and licked. I flattened my tongue and gave the clit long licks up and down for several seconds.

“Yes, please, more,” she cried.

I extended my tongue again and resumed flicking from side to side. Her hands reached for the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair, and then steering my face where she wanted my tongue to go.

“That’s it, that’s the spot, oh yes, don’t stop.”

Her thighs clamped around my neck as I continued licking her. I created an irregular pattern, flicking her clit from side to side, then lapping it up and down. I varied the length and speed of my strokes, so she never knew from which direction my tongue would be licking. Her thighs tightened their grip on my neck, and her hands pushed my face harder into her pussy. I knew she was getting close when she arched her back off the bed, and pressed her pussy tighter against my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it. Don’t stop, I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

I was starting to have a hard time breathing, her pussy was pressed so tightly against my face and her thighs were locked around my neck. I kept licking and licking, tasting her sweet delicious juices.

“Mmmmmmm. Oooohhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

I licked faster and faster.

“Yeeeeesssssss. That’s…. it. Yesssss.”

Suddenly the pressure of her thighs on my neck was gone, and she was pushing my face away.

“Thats’ all. Stop. I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up her body until I was looking into her eyes. I lowered my mouth to kiss her. She responded hungrily, tasting her juice on my face. Clearly, I thought, she was no stranger to the taste of her own pussy. I kissed her long and deep, my tongue dancing with hers as they moved in and out of each other’s mouths. Finally, I broke for air and told her:

“Get up. Get dressed. We need to get going.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the beach. Did you bring a swimsuit?”

“Of course. Two, actually. A one piece for the beach, and a two piece for the hotel pool.”

“Put on the two piece.”

“The one piece is for the beach.”

“Sharon, I know what you said. But I would prefer to see you in the two piece. You look great. If I thought that you would be embarrassed, I would tell you. Honestly. But you look beautiful, you have nothing to hide.”

“How can you know how I will feel?”

“OK. That did not come out right. What I meant is that you look terrific and there is no reason for you istanbul escort to be all covered up.”

“Alright, I’ll go. But if I don’t feel comfortable, you are brining me back.”

“It’s a deal.”

Sharon put on her two piece bathing suit, a cover up, and some sandals. I was wearing a golf shirt and shorts, but I had a swimsuit and a tank top in the back seat of my car. I also had two towels, some sun screen, and a small cooler.

We left for the 45 minute drive to beach. The parking lot was already nearly full when we arrived. After settling into a parking space, Sharon gathered the towels while I changed into my swimsuit. I carried the cooler and Sharon carried the towels and sun screen in her beach bag. We walked to the tunnel which went underneath the road, connecting the parking lot to the beach. The walk through the tunnel provided a brief respite from the heat of the bright morning sun. We emerged from the tunnel, walked up the steps, and began walking to the beach.

We walked about 50 feet before Sharon stopped suddenly in her tracks.

“What does that sign mean?” she asked.

“It means exactly what it says, ‘clothing optional from this point forward.’ You can take off your clothes, if you want to.”

“I’m not taking anything off.”

“That’s ok, no one is going to force you. Its optional. That’s what optional means.”

“Ok, just so you understand. Don’t even ask, ok?”

“Look, we talked about expanding your sexual horizons when we were planning to meet in Chicago.”

“We never talked about exposing my naked ass to thousands of strangers. Go back and look at your e-mails. You won’t find any mention of public nudity. In fact, I mentioned on numerous occasions that I am very self-conscious about my body. Go back and check if you don’t remember.”

“Relax baby, no one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. And believe me, even at 48, you look better than most of the people on this beach. Just watch.”

We walked the final 50 feet of the path, turned a corner, and emerged on the beach. The sand was hotter than pavement on a summer day, but Sharon barely noticed as her eyes bulged at the sight of well over a thousand people, most of whom were completely naked. As we walked to an open area in the sand we noticed that well over 90% of the men were completely nude, and at least 60% of the women were nude also. Most of the other women were topless. Very few women were covered on both the top and bottom.

Despite the blistering hot sand under my feet and the sweltering sun above me, I felt a definite chill coming from Sharon. We nonetheless found a spot on the beach a comfortable distance from the other towels and blankets, and set up our area. Sharon spread her towel on the sand, and laid face down. I reached into her bag and took out the sun screen. I squeezed a puddle of the opaque white cream onto my hand, then began to gently spread it on Sharon’s back and shoulders. I worked the lotion into her soft smooth skin, making sure she was completely protected. I continued down her arms, to her hands, and then relocated so I could reach her legs. I sprayed lotion across her thighs, running a stream on each side from her butt to her knee. I then started behind her knee and worked the lotion into her thighs. As I moved up toward her butt, I gently but firmly nudged her thighs further apart. This allowed me to provide better coverage with the lotion, and to stimulate more of her smooth thighs.

I worked the lotion all over the back and side of each soft thigh, working higher and higher on each leg. But I did not stop when I reached her bikini bottom. I continued caressing her skin, and worked my fingers under the edge of her bathing suit so that my fingers were gently caressing her butt cheeks.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to make sure that your delicate skin is protected.”

“My butt is not exposed.”

“Not yet.” Before she could respond, I quickly changed the subject. “Ok, now its my turn.”

I took off my shirt and shoes, and then dropped my swimsuit. I laid face down on my towel, and then handed the bottle of sun screen to Sharon. She sat up and saw for the first time that, except for my sunglasses, I was now completely nude.

“I don’t know how you can do that,” she said.

“It’s natural.”

“You are crazy.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to get burned. Rub some sun screen on me.”

She squirted lotion onto my back and then rubbed it in. She then moved to my legs, rubbing the cream into my thighs and calves. She then poured some lotion onto her hands and started rubbing it into my butt. As soon as she was done I rolled over and told her to do my front. She poured more lotion on my chest, and then started working it in with both hands. Her touch was more sensual than necessary for merely applying lotion, and I enjoyed every second of it. After a few minutes of rubbing my chest, she reached for the lotion and poured it on my thighs. She worked the cream up and down the front of my avcılar escort thighs, occasionally brushing my rapidly hardening cock. She continued working the lotion into my legs, moving lower and lower until she finished with my feet.

“All done,” she said.

“Umm, you missed a part.”

“No, I think I got everything.”

“Baby, you missed something that I do not want to get burned.”

“Then maybe you should cover something up.”

“It’s too late for that, and it would be in both of our interests for you to keep my dick from getting burned.”

She smiled at me, and then poured some lotion into her hands. With one hand she massaged the lotion into my balls, and with her other hand she worked the lotion onto my erect cock. She continued stroking me for several seconds, even after it was thoroughly covered in sun screen. Her up and down motions, now with both hands stroking my shaft, were causing my cock to get harder and harder.

“Baby, I love what you are doing here, but I think I need to explain the rules to you,” I gasped.

“Rules?”

“Yeah, oh…that feels so good. Yes. Umm. Nudity is allowed here, but no sexual contact is permitted. mmmmmmmmmm.”

“Do you mean that after I get you all hard and ready for my tight…. wet…. pussy.. that I can’t climb on and ride you?” she teased, while still stroking me.

“Yes, baby. Mmmmmmmm … yes, that is what I mean.”

“Does that also mean that I can’t lick your nice hard cock like a popsicle?” she asked, still stroking and extending her tongue for emphasis.

“Mmmmmm, I’m sorry baby, that is what it means.”

“Can I continue jacking off your cock until you shoot your load of hot creamy cum into the air for me?”

“No baby, you can’t do that, either.”

“Well then this place is no fun,” she said, as she released my cock and laid back down on her towel, satisfied that she had sufficiently tormented me.

After about a half hour, with perspiration beading up on both of our bodies, I sat up and got us some cold water from the cooler. I handed Sharon a bottle of water, and then put it back in the cooler when she was finished. Sharon resumed lying face down on her towel.

After a while I looked over to see Sharon unhooking the back of her bathing suit top and moving the straps to the side. I reached for the sun screen again and poured some into my hand.

“Would you like me to apply some sun screen where your straps were?” I asked.

“If you don’t mind. Do the rules here allow that?” she asked, snarkily.

“No problem,” I answered.

After another half hour or so I turned over to lay face up on my towel. A short time later Sharon also rolled over.

Breathlessly, I glanced in her direction, shocked to see her snow white breasts and pale pink nipples pointing upward, fully exposed to the late morning sun. By this time our empty space had become rather crowded, but no one paid any special attention to us.

“Baby, I think you need some more sun screen.”

“Are you offering to rub some on me?”

“I don’t want your tender skin to get damaged by this brutally hot sun, baby.”

I poured some lotion onto my hand, and then starting at her feet I rubbed it into the top of her feet, her calves, and her knees. I then poured some onto her thigh, and slowly rubbed it into each lovely leg, working from the knee to the edge of her bathing suit bottom. I then moved up to her torso, put the bottle of sun screen near my crotch and squeezed. A long jet of the creamy white liquid splashed onto her belly and across her bare breasts.

“Oooo baby, I just came all over you. Was that good for you baby?” I said, laughing.

“Oh, you are too funny, aren’t you?”

I lovingly rubbed the lotion into her belly, and then continued to her chest. I slowly and gently rubbed the lotion into her breasts, being careful to make sure that her tender nipples were completely protected. I continued rubbing, from her belly button to her neck, caressing and stroking her body, with particular emphasis on her nipples and her perfectly shaped, B-cup sized breasts.

“Isn’t that against the rules?” she asked me.

“Probably. Do you want me to stop?”

“Not at all.”

I rubbed her for another minute or two, and then laid back down beside her.

“I am so going to jump you when we get back to the room,” she cooed into my ear.

After another half hour I was overheating again. I sat up, surveyed the area, and then reached for Sharon. She suddenly became self-conscious, and crossed her arms over her naked breasts.

“Let’s go for a walk” I said.

“I don’t want to walk up and down the beach topless.”

“Then let’s go for a swim.”

“Can I put my top back on?”

“No,” I answered.

“Then I’ll wait here. You go for a swim.”

“Come with me. The water is refreshing. It will feel great.”

“Oh alright.”

We held hands and walked 100 feet to the edge of the water. We passed hundreds of people, most completely nude. No one paid much attention to us, although I did notice a şirinevler escort few guys taking a good look at Sharon’s breasts. But she held her head up, looked straight ahead, and walked into the surf with me. I led her to a spot away from everyone else, where the water was just about up to our armpits. I pulled her toward me, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her lightly at first, tasting the salt spray and sun screen on her lips. I pulled her tighter and kissed her hard, rubbing her crotch against my rapidly hardening cock. She placed her hands around my neck, and then I lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around my back, and together the two us bobbed up and down in the gentle surf.

With one hand I reached under her butt, while my other arm was wrapped around her waist. Her arms were still around my neck. Beneath the waterline, I pushed the fabric of her bathing suit to the side, and extended one exploring finger, seeking her slit. My finger found its target, and I pushed it into her. Just as I had expected, I found her pussy slick and juicy. I extended a second finger, and began to move the two in and out of her. She pulled me tightly against her, and buried her face in my neck as I continued to thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy. For several minutes I finger fucked her in the water, holding her with one hand while she held herself against me. When I sensed that she was starting to cum I removed my hand, put both hands on her waist, and pulled her away from me.

“No baby, don’t stop now,” she pleaded into my ear.

“Don’t worry baby, I am going to take care of you.”

I reached for her bathing suit bottom and pulled it down as far as I could reach. Balancing on one foot, I lifted my other foot and used it to push her bottom the rest of the way down her legs, to the ocean floor. I put my hands back on her waist, and pulled her toward me. She wrapped her legs around my waist again, placing her pussy just above the head of my erect cock. I pulled her down and entered her tight pussy in one thrust. She gasped and then groaned as my cock split her lips, stretching them first over the head, and then the shaft.

Fucking in water feels completely natural, but is a little difficult to accomplish. The water, whether from a pool, a lake or the ocean, tends to wash away the natural lubricants. The key is to get it good and wet first, quickly enter, and then fuck with very short strokes. I knew that Sharon’s pussy would be very good, as her tightness would form a seal that kept the juicy lubricants inside her.

The other important thing is to not be obvious. This is accomplished by keeping our heads level and mostly still, so that all movement is below the water line. It also helps to look like we are engaged in conversation.

With my hands on her waist and her arms around my neck, she leaned into me and kissed me deeply as I thrust my cock deeply into her pussy. Aided by the water, I lifted her up a few inches and then lowered her slightly. At the same time I bent my knees and thrust upward with short, measured thrusts. Her near weightlessness in the water, combined with the bobbing motion of the surf, allowed me to effortlessly bounce her up and down on my cock. The warm water and her hot pussy soon had me ready to burst. But the short strokes and the necessity of keeping my head and shoulders still prevented me from cumming too fast. The pressure in my balls continued to increase. Her tight, warm pussy felt so good. I could have stayed in that surf forever. I continued thrusting upward with short hard strokes, while I raised and lowered her up and down on my shaft.

“Isn’t this against the rules?” she panted into my neck.

“Absolutely.”

“Shouldn’t we stop?”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. Please. Don’t. Stop.”

“I wouldn’t stop now if you wanted me too. I am going to fill you with my cum baby.”

“Fill me.”

For about ten more minutes I continued fucking her in the ocean. I thrust into her with short powerful strokes, lifting her up and down on my cock below the water, while remaining motionless above the water. I pumped into her over and over, maintaining control as my pleasure soared. Pumping her harder and harder, but not increasing my speed. She was moaning into my neck, as my whole body was tingling, I continued thrusting over and over.

“Cum baby. Fill me. Cum.”

“Oh yes baby, oh yes.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your cum.”

“Oh baby, you want my cum?”

“Yes, fill me. Fill me.”

“MMMMMMMM … almost baby, almost.”

“Fill me lover. Cum inside me.”

“I’m gonna cum baby. I’m gonna fill you with cum baby.”

“Yes, baby, yes, mmmmmmmmm. Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

“Oh, here it cums baby, here it cums. Are you ready baby? Are you ready for my cum?”

“MMMMMMMMM ohhhhhhhhhhhh yes, fill me baby fill me.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm uh uh uh, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming. Take it baby, take it. Take all my cum.”

I kissed her as my cock slipped from her pussy. I looked around and saw an couple tightly embracing about 40 feet away, who appeared to be doing the same thing we were doing. I turned the other way and saw another couple, maybe 20 feet away, who were definitely fucking. The woman had her head down, but the man was staring straight at us. He smiled and nodded when we made eye contact.

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Of Wine And Women

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The day was just another regular sunday. We left late in the morning, running all the week’s errands in one day. The drycleaner, the grocery store, the liquor store for some merlot, and then back. We laughed together, and generlly looked like the happy couple we are.

We ducked, ever so briefly, into a rally for one of my clients, simply making the obligatory appearance. I stick around long enough for my candidate to see me, give her an approving smile as she fires up the crowd for the speaker to follow, and take your hand.

I notice all the approving looks that you’re getting, and whisper softly into your ear, “baby, they love those pants almost as much as i do.”

I can sense the combination of pride and enbarrassment in your soft chuckle, and i offer you a quick kiss on the cheek.

We depart the rally, climb into my Jeep and head back to my house. Dinner passes in a flurry of joking and laughing as we simply enjoy each other’s company.

After cleaning the dishes, i pour myself a glass of the merlot, and settle into my big leather chair. You grin at me slyly, take the remote from the arm of my chair and flip over to the World Series. You settle gently into my lap, knowing that you’re teasing my cock with your tight little ass.

You lean over and begin rooting for the Giants, knowing that i’m for the Angels, and take a sip of my wine.

“You always did have good taste in wine, dear,” you say with a chuckle.

“I thank you, love,” comes my teasing reply.

I take a sip of the wine, hold it in my mouth, turn your face towards mine, and kiss the warm red liquid into your mouth, savouring the taste of your lips and the wine blended together.

Our lips melt together, and our tongues dance through the wine, warming each other, and teasing us with the taste. I pull away from the kiss just a little early, and a drop of merlot drips down your chin. I lean forward and lick it off you, returning to the kiss.

You shift your body atop mine, intentionally anadolu yakası escort teasing me. You feel how i respond and react and bite my lower lip in response.

I lean forward and lift your shirt over your head, exposing the lovely lace bra that i had seen you put on this morning. I lick your nipples lightly through the fabric, feeling them grow as hard as my cock under you.

You moan gently, and push me away to take my shirt off too. At the same time, we pull each other toghether in a mute and warm embrace.

Breaking the sappy mood, i quickly snap off your bra. I push you back, leaning over the arms of my leather chair, and pull the wine bottle from the table beside us. I let a few drops trickle from the bottle, just coating your nipple and then slowly suck it off. The taste of your skin and the wine mingle in my mouth, and creates a taste of near heaven.

My tongue explores around your nipple, making sure to clean every drop from you.

You laugh at me evilly and stand up. You begin to sway your hips to an imaginary soundtrack, slowly rocking back and forth, letting the muscles in your stomach contract and loosen, showing the firmness, and the tone of them.

I sit back, watching you, growing harder and harder as you dance. You point to my jeans and nod. I pull them down, exosing my boxers. You smile at me, and i can all but smell your arousal.

You point again, and i pull my boxers down, sitting in my chair totally naked. You look me up and down, and smile at what you see. My hard cock waiting for you, the tracings of red hair across my chest, and my freshly shaved balls.

I watch you turn around, showing me your well formed, perfectly rounded ass, the hip hugger jeans just covering the top of your thong, the side straps showing just a little bit over top of them. I can hear each of the buttons as you flip them open, preparing to show me even more.

As your jeans fall to the floor, you ataşehir escort bend over to pull them free. I stand up, and walk behind you, pressing my hard cock into the tightness between your ass cheeks. You feel how aroused i am, and turn around to grab me.

A few strokes of your hand over my cock, and then you say “go sit down again baby. let me do a little show.”

I respond quickly, and sit down in the chair, watching you move to the soundtrack in your mind. My body responds to yours, totally aroused, the precum just starting to form, and i can see that you have noticed.

Your eyes close, thinking of what’s to come, and you let out a soft moan, desire and anticipation combining to form a state of bliss in both of us.

I stand up and take the wine bottle with me. Taking your hand, seeing your body move, lithe and strong, responding to the desire that’s inside both of us. I push you down to the floor, gently holding you, caressing your body with my eyes as i let you down onto the carpeted floor.

I take the wine bottle, and let some fall from the bottle, pooling in the tight crease of your stomach muscles, filling your pierced navel. I slowly suck the wine from your stomach, taking your navelring into my mouth, teasing you with my tongue.

I can see the wet spot growing on your thong. Showing me how much more you want from me. I respond by taking the wine bottle and dripping it onto your thong. I make sure to let the blood red liquid fall over your clit. I slide my tongue down, slowly teasing and tasting the wine mixed with your wetness. I lick hard, pushing my tongue’s pressure over your clit, feeling the wetness of the wine and you, the two juices blending to bring sheer bliss to my tongue.

I push your panties aside with my tongue, sliding it into your pussy, gently probing inside you, tasting all the wetness, the passion and the desire.

My tongue slides out of you, and begins dancing across your clit. slowly ümraniye escort working around it, sucking on it, teasing it, gently at first, then with more insistence. I can feel you responding, tensing, moaning, wanting more.

I reach behind me, and pull the wine bottle from the table, and i let you see the evil grin that plays across my lips as i lick you.

I take a sip of the merlot, and offer all of it, but for the last few drops to you. I hold the bottle to your lips and watch as you drink, my tongue still dancing across your clit.

I pull the wine bottle from your mouth, making sure that the last few drips are still inside the bottle. I tease it slowly down your body, never letting any spill from it, just warming you. My tongue finds your clit again, slowly licking. I plunge the wine bottle into you, almost spearing your wet pussy with the glass bottle.

I work the faux dildo in and out of you, fucking you insistently with it, as my tongue glides over your clit. Nibbling, sucking, pulling on it, as the glass slides in and out of your wetness.

I can feel the pressures build inside you, the orgasm growing with each thrust, and that just makes me work you harder. My tongue pushing against your clit, faster and harder, tasting your excitement. I let my eyes drift up, across your tight hard stomach, seeing the first waves push down you.

The orgasm seems to come from everywhere at once, the pressures of the wine bottle sliding in and out of you, my tongue across your clit combine to send you over the edge.

Feeling how close you are, i pull the wine bottle from you, and slide my tongue into you. I probe inside you, looking for your gspot, and pressing my tongue against it, as i work my fingers over your clit.

As the final crash comes from you, the explosion of your orgasm spreading throughout your body, i suck gently, my lips locking around yours, pulling every last drop of your extacy into me.

I take my lips from your pussy, my finger still teasing your clit, and lift the wine bottle to my lips, sucking all of your juices from it and tasting them mixing with the last of the merlot in it.

I look up to you, smiling evilly, and offer up, “very tasty my dearest,” with a smile.

You look at me and simply laugh, enjoying the pleasure of the moment.

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Non-married Night

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All characters in this short story are over 18 years of age.

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It’s October. It’s been raining all day in that shitty, gloomy way that passes for a normal day in England, and while it’s not going to freeze or anything, it’s cold and miserable, and most importantly, it’s a ‘not married’ night. Lucy’d told me so right after her friend left, and we’d had a huge row over the mess left after the painting.

In my marriage, that means several things.

Firstly, it means she’s in a shit mood with me. She’s livid about something or other, probably the way I painted the kitchen ceiling, some snide remark I made while her friend was here, or something I did during dinner when I should have been washing up, putting a kid to bed or some other stupid job.

Secondly, it means I can fuck off I think I’m welcome back in the bedroom tonight. If I show my face up there, I’m likely to get it verbally ripped off. We have a sofa bed for just such eventualities.

But unknown to Lucy, when she tells me I’m not married tonight, I take her at her word, and the first thing I do is message someone she knows.

As the head of music at our Church, a 30-year old piano teacher joining our community was a fantastic event. It fell to me to give her an assessment / induction, and it’s a day I’ll never forget. It was clear the assessment would be a formality – There was never a possibility that Louise wouldn’t make the grade. Her skill and theory level vastly exceeded my own.

Now comfortably into my 40’s, and used to being treated like a sexless dinosaur by women of all ages, including my wife, I didn’t think to look deeper into the glances and kind words she and I swapped as we ran through the set list from the Sunday just gone.

We talked about musical tastes, about the different types of accompaniment that might be required, about the tablets that held the sheet music and chords sheets, and about the in-ear and floor-mounted monitors. Then we talked about foreign travel, about Star Wars, about video games, about my experiences as a secondary school teacher in comparison to hers as an instrument instructor, and then we talked about our relationships.

She heard about my kids, about how proud I was of their achievements and how challenging having gifted kids is, and she learned my wife’s name. As the afternoon dragged into evening, we started talking about things we’d written. She began to play some of her pieces for me, and as I heard them, at some unspoken level, I felt myself falling in love with her. The pieces were complete, balanced, engaging, challenging and above all exciting.

We jotted some chords structures down together, set the sound desk to record the output to USB, and as she sat at the keys, I picked up an acoustic and started playing. I played along and heard as if for the first time as the chord changes stepped from comfortable to contemporary right into jazz and then smoothly back to old school rock, until you realised the shape you were hearing had made sense all along.

As if her inner beauty wasn’t enough, I couldn’t take my eyes off her body. She wasn’t someone who’d stop traffic if she walked by, her short and curvaceous body giving her a soft, generous shape, but the moment she started to play, something magical came over her. Her tens of thousands of hours of practice took her to heights in performance that simply didn’t allow comparison. She wasn’t just playing. The chord structure had become her life support. She was on fire with the feel of the music. The lyrics weren’t what she was saying, they were who she was and how she felt. As she lifted her right arm into the treble, a tattoo under her wrist caught my eye. I longed to know what it was.

I bakırköy escort met her eye. She was listening to the sound we were making, and glowing as she watched me play. I was energised and empowered. My fingers started working faster on the fretboard and as I played I imagined I was touching her as I let the rhythm and melody whisper and yell from the guitar in turn. Our eye contact stayed locked, but our breathing and heart-rates changed. We held each others’ gaze, and fully clothed across the stage at the Church, it was simply the most erotic experience of my entire life.

We finished playing, but held eye contact. She slipped her cardigan off her shoulders, and her deep-necked top showed more tattoos on her right shoulder and under her arm. She raised her hand above her head, and unclipped a wide, tortoise-shell coloured device that held her long, dip-dyed hair back in a pony tail. The fiery red colour swept round her shoulders and over the deep curve of her generous cleavage.

I wanted to walk over to her, and take her in my arms, and thank her for coming into my life, even if it was only for that moment. Frozen in place by years of restraint and guilt, I watched in silence as Louise stood, switched off the power to the keyboard, and without looking at me again, pulled her top up and over her head.

The simple, practical tourquoise bra she had on underneath strained to encapsulate her phenomenal, voluptuous breasts. She started to step towards me, and began loosening a tie at her waist, and looking for the first time, I could see that the fabric trousers she was wearing became loose and as she reached me, were now hanging away from her cinctured waist.

The sound of my guitar falling to the ground as I tried and failed to put it back on its stand would normally not just break my concentration but ruin my entire evening. In this case, I didn’t even stop to pick it up, and my hands fell to her soft, colourful hair, and tender, now exposed hip, and our lips met in an undiscussed, unchallenged kiss. I lost my entire being into that moment. Her whole body crushed against me, her bra-clad tits sitting above my undefined and unshapely gut, but the lack of magazine-readiness in our bodies meant nothing, as we came together, and wrapped each other into our embraces.

Louise held nothing back. As she kissed me, she pulled my shirt from my trousers, and gripped the curve of my ass through the fabric. She leaned back and allowed me to stroke and kiss the curve of her breasts through her bra, and when I found the clip on the back, they were freed, and fell forwards against my chest. The tattoos went on I saw, and a vibrant, gold and black tiger swept around her torso, from her left shoulder and armpit down, across her back and round her hip, disappearing under her trousers.

“I’ve got to see this tattoo” I said, my voice almost sounding alien in the echoey Church building. “It’s amazing!”

I’d never known a woman with more than one or two tiny tattoos before, let alone a whole body artwork like this. I lowered myself down to begin to slide her trousers over her hips, but before I could she used the opportunity to help me out of my t-shirt, and undo my belt.

It wasn’t my intention to take her knickers down with her trousers, but as I did, and the tail of the tiger disappeared round her right hip to her backside and onto her right leg, I instinctively kissed this intricate, beautiful artwork. A moment’s jealousy caught in my mind that some lucky guy had had this phenomenal, angelic being in their power long enough to burn this into her skin, and the pain she’d have experienced in doing this was as great as any I will ever know.

I beşiktaş escort kissed the curve of the tail as it flicked through her hip, and fell to my knees as I saw that the tail went almost all the way to the cleft of her clean-shaven lips. As her fingers fell into the receding hairline of my prematurely greying hair, my tongue reached out and stroked calmly yet determinedly across the front of her labia, teasingly not hesitating until I reached her opposite hip. I could smell her aroma and knew as she took a hold on my head that I was having the desired effect.

Reaching my left arm round behind her and leaning my head back, I began to stroke and caress her pussy with my tongue. I began to caress her outer lips, and move my whole head further and further in towards her centre of pleasure. Carefully avoiding her rapidly swelling and prominent clit, I found myself laying back onto the hard, hollow wooden floor of the stage, and pulling her above me.

I registered her moans for the first time, and as she straddled my chest, her knees beside my head, her right hand still firmly gripping my hair, I felt her tip her torso back and grind her pussy into my mouth as my tongue explored beyond her lips into her depth. Even the unconscious sounds she made were music to my ears, and I wanted to play her like a Stradivarius.

Every touch and stroke of my tongue was decisive, accurate, deliberate and rhythmic, and when she drew her right foot up to the floor next to my head, I felt the change in her moisture, and could sense her flavours becoming more abundant.-

When she froze, then began to shake, shuddering in delight and moaning in soft, enthralling songs of delight, I felt like I was in heaven. When her left hand then reached back, and began to deftly unzip my trousers, and take her place in history as the first woman other than Lucy to touch my cock in 16 years, I was absolutely and utterly ecstatic.

When she lifted herself off me, I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that the moment would end, but the deft change of feet happening around my prone body completed in moments, and the warm, aromatic centre of pleasure that was her now burning pussy lowered itself back to my mouth just seconds later, but with her clit now below my jaw.

I felt her changing her angle, tipping her clit upwards and past my mouth to my upper lip and nose, then, as her breasts fell against my legs, I felt the forgotten delight that was a mouth encapsulating the pulsing, frantic head of my now stone-engorged cock, as she lowered herself into my first 69 since God knows when.

When last I was with a woman for the first time, I was young and foolish. I would have come in moments with the kind of heights of stimulation I was currently experiencing, but now, with years of sex meandering from average to good, occasionally touching great, then slinking back to mediocre for months on end, I knew I had the time, and the technique, to enthrall and enjoy this magnificent woman.

I took the time to begin gradually building her towards a second climax, focussing on the curve of her labia, and allowing my hands to reach up to her enjoy the soft flesh and enticing nipples of her now naked breasts, her unclasped bra having been discarded in the mists of moments now forgotten.

My tongue continued its work, as she stroked and licked at me. She knew what she was doing, and before long I felt her mouth stretching deeper along my length than any woman had achieved before, and her lips drew her down further as my turgid length slipped further into her mouth, past her tongue, and stroked the warm, wet back of a new passage.

Finally turning my full attention beylikdüzü escort to her engorged clit, I felt rather than heard her moans as she pulled my full length out, dragging her lips along my uncircumcised length, and lifting herself back to a sitting position to bring her clit back onto my ready tongue. Her orgasm built slowly as I continued firm, circulating sweeps across her tight nub, with her cries deepening and increasing in resonance and passion with each second until, had there been anyone in the premises, they would have known vows were being broken in here. A burst of moisture and warmth and excitement bathed my tongue as she came, and as the heights of excitement passed, she slumped to her side, releasing pressure on my chest I’d hardly been aware of.

My hand found hers, and our fingers intertwined. I imagined the fantastic things these talented fingers could do as my throbbing, swollen cock pulsed silently in the air, desperate for the warmth of the oasis my mouth had been enjoying, and as if she could read my mind, this phenomenal, beautiful, gifted woman released my hand, relaxed herself forwards on her knees, leaning down onto her elbows, spreading her hips, and inviting me to join her.

She leaned back and put a hand against my chest. “Condom?” she asked.

“Vasectomy”, I answered. “Two years ago. All clear now.”

“Oh thank God”, she moaned, and reached back to guide my hips towards her.

As I felt her soft labia against my member for the first time, I knew this was I moment I would never forget. I stopped, and stroked the head gently against her pert, sweltering, ready lips, and her immediate moan of frustration was all I needed. I pushed slowly and firmly into her.

She was no virgin. There was no resistance. She gripped me neatly and enthusiastically, welcoming me fold by fold into her body, and her hot, tight canal pulsed, danced and enthralled around my hard rod. –

As I stroked right to the depth of her body, and felt my hips slip fully against her tattooed and voluptuous rear, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of delight. I allowed my sigh to carry my out again until my head was just within her, and I firmly brought it back again, feeling the barrier of her cervix at its zenith.

I allowed my hips to turn a little, using my experience to focus the travel of my head along her front wall, knowing her g-spot should be able to feel the effort, and her moans and delights followed as I’d hoped.

I stroked again, firmer and more decisively, as her body and mine fell into harmony, and the concerto moved up in tempo. The slap of my hips against her became accompanied with the harmonic of my balls, tightening and swollen with cum, hitting her clit with each measured thrust.

I could feel my heart, my head and my brain and my balls working together as the Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass of my body in the greatest piece I had ever played. Louise’s song of climax came again, and I added my elated, uncontrolled, barbaric delight to the mix as I bathed her womb in bar after bar of my cum. 16, 32 beats later, and our crescendo relented, and I was absolutely and unconditionally spent. Our bodies slipped apart, sticky cum tying my to her as I moved away.

As she lay in my arms, I knew my life would never be the same again. She turned to me with a curious look in her eyes.

“Wow”, she said.

“Yeah, wow.” I answered. “I never knew it could feel like that.”

Her chuckle was about the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. “Well don’t get carried away. I’m not expecting you to move in or anything. Just, don’t disappear, okay? We’re gonna have to do that again some time.”

“Why don’t you come and have dinner with me, Lucy and the kids? The kids would love to meet you. Did I tell you my son plays piano? He’d love to play his Grade 5 pieces for you.”

“It’s a non-married night” my text message read, and as i sent it to Louise, as I had done at least eight times before, my imagination began to whirr with what may lie in the night ahead.

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Nice and Quiet Narelle

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A shy young woman working as a computer systems developer, Narelle feels more comfortable at a keyboard than with people. She tries not to draw attention to herself and likes everything to be nice. A frustrating and unfulfilled need led to seeking Doctor Love’s help. Narelle’s story is a journey of self-discovery and transformation to the woman she longed to be.

I never would have believed I’d see my story in print. Thank you both so much. Narelle.

I anguished over the decision to visit the Practice and see Doctor Love. I’d thought about it for months and searched the Internet desperately looking for what I wanted. I dreaded the thought of attending a clinic. It made me physically ill thinking how sterile and embarrassing it might be. I didn’t have a problem. I had a need, an intimate need that I’d endured for far too long.

It was a sensitive and personal matter that I finally accepted I needed to share with someone. Someone I had to feel comfortable with. I rarely meet that type of person. I know it’s me and not them. I’ve always been a quiet and shy person, happier with computers than around people. The Internet wasn’t going to fully satisfy my need.

My research looked promising when I discovered Doctor Love’s Practice. It sounded nice but expensive. The promise of sensitive and individual care and attention in a comfortable setting with respect for privacy aroused my interest. The fact that people who attended were known as Guests appealed to me. I went and looked at the building a couple of times. It was a nice-looking old home rather than a clinic, making the thought of attending more pleasant and discreet.

The web site had an option to book a review of the Practice. I thought it strange at first. I’m not one for rushing into anything and decided to think about it. I returned to the site several times before deciding to provide my contact details. I can smile now, remember my finger nervously paused over the enter key and finally summoning the courage to press.

I later convinced myself that it had to be the best option as I anxiously waited for that phone call. Maddisyn’s call caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it so soon and relieved it put me out of my misery. She actually sounded so nice and caring and was very helpful. It was just what I wanted to hear and I’m glad I went on the tour with her. The Practice has given me more than it promised. Even more than satisfying a frustrating and consuming need.

I don’t have friends and like it that way, preferring not to draw attention to myself and to go unnoticed. I dislike conflict and like everything to be nice. It hasn’t always been the case. My parents divorced when I was young and I haven’t seen much of them since. It was a scary time in my life. My elderly aunt brought me up as my parents moved away but sadly, she died a couple of years ago.

I did well at school and university but shunned by other students as being boring, a nerd or at worst a weirdo. Of course, I was none of those things. Relationships didn’t come naturally. Guys thought of me as plain and uninteresting. Some found my intellect confronting. In the end, I much preferred not to attract their attention or interest. You get less hurt that way.

There was one brief intimate relationship shortly after starting my computing science degree. It didn’t last and it hurt. There hasn’t been anyone else since. I put all my energy into my studies and now a career as a computer systems developer, living alone in an apartment. While I’m happy with most things in my life, I knew there was something missing and that’s why I’m attending the Practice.

I’ve been seeing Doctor Love for over a month now and it’s has been a journey of personal development, sensual self-discovery and fulfilment. Just like the web site promised. He’s old enough to be my father but there was just something nice about him when we first met. It surprised me, not normally warming to someone so quickly.

Doctor Love’s easy to talk to, we smile and laugh and he’s interested in anything I wanted to say. We could have discussed anything, and have without any embarrassment. It’s a strange feeling, not being embarrassed or worried. I feel relieved the therapy is working out so well, enjoyable in fact and I couldn’t be happier. Doctor Love’s one of those rare people I seem to get on with.

‘Would you like anything to drink?’ Maddisyn asked as I sat on the couch in the Practice Sitting Room.

It’s where Guests could sit and wait for their appointment. It’s a lovely room. It has beautiful comfortable furniture matching the old building and a large open fireplace. I like to sit and use the free Wi-Fi. What I really like is that I’m always alone, apart from Maddisyn who sat at her desk. Nobody else uses the room. I like the privacy and seclusion and only dealing with Doctor Love and Maddisyn, making it less distressing to visit.

‘Thank you, but I’m okay,’ I replied returning a faint and slightly nervous grin before istanbul escort looking back down at my notebook computer.

Maddisyn is only a little younger than me, about mid-20’s and attractive looking. One of those girls who’d be popular with guys. Not really the type I associate with and usually tried to avoid. As I got to know her, I realised Maddisyn was different to those other girls. She has such a nice gentle soul, quietly spoken and with a natural smile. Maddisyn’s a little quiet and reserved, a bit like me but has so much more confidence. There’s a lot to like about her.

‘I love your dress. I don’t think I’ve seen it before. Is it new?’ Maddisyn asked.

‘Yes, thank you,’ I muttered and briefly returned her gaze, a little nervous at the attention.

I was actually pleased that Maddisyn liked it. She always looked lovely and I wish I had her dress sense. I didn’t have much of an interest in fashion and preferred to dress plainly. Not in an Amish of nerdy way, just plain and simple without standing out.

I realised in the sessions with Doctor Love that my appearance was an area I needed to work on. I just did an internet search for clothing for work and purchased a dress on-line. It was light grey and knee-length with short sleeves and buttoned up to the neck. It’s a simple dress and I liked it but I wish I could be more like Maddisyn.

‘It would look lovely with a thin black belt and matching shoes,’ Maddisyn suggested, in her usual helpful manner.

I glanced down at the tired looking black flats I was wearing. ‘Mmm,’ I sighed, seeing her point.

I appreciated her helpful comment, secretly hoping for more. I made a mental note to check out some more dresses and have a look at the accessories. I hadn’t noticed any when I was viewing on-line but some of the models were wearing jackets like Maddisyn was wearing.

‘What about a jacket?’ I tentatively asked, taking the opportunity for advice.

‘Oh yes, a plain dark jacket matching the belt and shoes would look nice,’ she suggested with a nice smile.

‘Thanks,’ I quietly replied and gave a little smile.

‘Anytime, Maddisyn smiled, obviously enjoying sharing her fashion sense. You’re a little early but Doctor Love can see you whenever you like.’

‘Sorry. I hope you don’t mind,’ I answered apologetically hoping I hadn’t upset her plans.

‘Not at all, she reassured me. Doctor Love leaves plenty of time between appointments.’

I was actually 45 minutes early. I hated being late and feeling rushed and would rather relax in the Sitting Room. The notebook computer in my backpack was a constant companion. There was, however, another reason for being earlier than normal. Will she think it weird? Would she help? I felt a lump forming in my throat and my heart was pounding like a drum beat.

I took a deep, calming breath and tried to settle my nerves. ‘Doctor Love said to ask if you could help me with makeup. If that’s okay? I mean . . . if you have time?’ I asked trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

‘I’d love to, Maddisyn replied with a comforting smile. I often help Guests with their makeup and hair.’

I smiled and felt relieved. I’d been worrying about how to ask Maddisyn since Doctor Love suggested it. It was another area we’d decided needed attention and the Internet wouldn’t be much help. Makeup really wasn’t my thing. Maddisyn’s nice and I was getting to know her better but makeup, that was a big step for me. I didn’t really know what I wanted and was definitely out of my comfort zone.

‘Shall we go to the Guest Lounge?’ Maddisyn suggested with a hint of enthusiasm.

I grabbed my backpack and followed her into the lounge. The room is where Guests could freshen up and prepare for their consultation. Apart from the expected facilities, it has a spa bath set in a wrap-around window and a separate room has a massage table and a large shower with changing facilities. I wouldn’t even think of having a spa or a massage. Maddisyn had mentioned she did massages and worked in the beauty and spar industry.

Maddisyn always looked nice and never overly made up. I was hoping for something similar. I was afraid of doing it myself and making a mess. She sat me in front of a lovely white dressing table with a large ornate mirror. There was a collection of cosmetics and various items for their application. Maddisyn sat opposite me on a stool with wheels but to the side so I could see my reflection in the mirror.

‘Do you wear any makeup?’ She inquired scanning my face.

‘Just moisturiser and sometimes lip balm. I’d like something not too colourful, if you know what I mean?’ I added, feeling it sounded a little strange.

‘Light tones and shading would suit your fair complexion and honey blonde hair,’ Maddisyn suggested, filling me with confidence.

‘Sounds nice,’ I muttered, a little embarrassed that I knew so little about makeup but happy that I was avcılar escort in good hands.

‘Remove any makeup before applying some more, she advised. You’ll get a better result.’

We started with moisturiser and then the foundation. Maddisyn took me through all the stages, first demonstrating and then letting me have a go. I felt more relaxed as we worked together and I discovered what to do. Maddisyn certainly knew a lot about makeup.

‘You don’t need concealer, she mentioned. You only need it to cover any dark circles or skin blemishes.’

Maddisyn used a brush and showed how to apply face powder to set the foundation.

‘Could you smile naturally for me? Maddisyn smiled. I’ll apply some blush on the centre of your cheek and then upwards just a little. You can do the other cheek. The secret is not to overdo the colour.’

Maddisyn turned her attention to my eyes. ‘I haven’t noticed you wearing your glasses.’

They were another change Doctor Love and I had talked about. ‘I got contacts,’ I quietly replied.

I realise that I subconsciously used glasses to look less attractive and more intelligent. I think Doctor Love explained it as a nerd stereotype. I decided to wear contacts instead of looking for a stylish pair of glasses to replace the thickish full-framed ones I was wearing. Pleased with my new look, I was relieved that the change was going so well.

Maddisyn applied some eye shadow and then liner with a pencil, showing me how to smudge with a cotton swab. She worked her magic with a tender touch and kind and helpful words. We’d never been so close but there were no awkward moments. I was surprisingly relaxed. I could feel her breath on my cheek as she applied the mascara on my eyelashes. It felt nice receiving the attention from such a lovely person.

‘What colour lipstick would you like?’ Maddisyn’s smile signalling her enjoyment.

‘I don’t know. What do you think?’ I replied, knowing she would have a better idea.

‘Soft shades like a nude peach or soft pink. A brownish nude would suit your bright eyes and hair colour perfectly,’ she recommended showing me the lipstick.

Her suggestion sounded nice. Maddisyn showed me how to use a lip pencil to outline my lips and then applied the lipstick. Blotting my lips with a tissue completed my transformation. We looked in the mirror and I felt so happy.

‘What do you think?’ She asked my reflection, looking pleased.

Turning and leaning forward, I gave Maddisyn a little hug. ‘Ooh . . . it’s so nice, thank you.’

‘I’ll give you some makeup remover for when you get home. If you’re not happy with what you’ve done, just wipe it off and have another go,’ she said handing me a small jar.

I placed the jar in my backpack while Maddisyn tidied up and followed Maddisyn to the door to see her out. ‘I’ll use the lounge and then see Doctor Love. Thank you for your help.’

‘My pleasure,’ replied Maddisyn and then closed the door behind her.

I listened intently at the door and heard her high-heels striking the polished floorboards as she walked. They fell silent as I suspected she reached the carpet beneath her desk and I heard the faint sound of her sitting and moving her chair forward.

My mind drifted to the previous sessions with Doctor Love, causing a thrill of anticipation as I went back to the dressing table and unzipped my backpack. I was more than enjoying his company during the counselling sessions, becoming increasing aroused every time we met. There’s something undeniable sexy about Doctor Love. He’s good looking for his age. I was captivated by his heart-melting smile and the warmth in his eyes and he could be ever so charming.

I knew the counselling alone would never satisfy my need. My thoughts and feeling for Doctor Love were constantly on my mind as I played with myself between our sessions, offering some relief from my sexual frustration. Can you imagine my reaction when Doctor Love proposed sexual therapy? It was exactly what I needed to satisfy my deprived body. The sex was amazing! I shouldn’t have been surprised; he is a sex therapist after all. I couldn’t resist the temptation of more of Doctor Love’s therapy.

I removed a bright red dress and red G-string from my backpack. I could feel my heart racing as I placed them on the table. They were other items I’d purchased on-line. I slipped out of my grey dress, bra and briefs and placed them in the backpack. Standing naked in front of the mirror and feeling ever so naughty, I put on the G-string and felt another surge of arousal. It had pretty lace edging and the small triangle of material hardly covered my shaven pussy.

I checked out the thin strip of fabric in the cleft of my backside. ‘You’ll soon have some cock,’ I grinned at the image in the mirror.

I slipped the dress over my head and it fell into place and felt soft and luxurious against my skin, teasing my nipples to hard nubs. It was a mid-thigh mini with a plunging şirinevler escort halter neck. It fitted my small but well-rounded breast perfectly. I’d never worn such intimate and revealing clothing before, normally a nice girl. Looking in the mirror, I felt incredibly sexy and excited at the thought of Doctor Love’s warm and roaming gaze over the dress.

The combined feeling of tingling nipples and wet pussy was wonderful. I loosened my long honey blonde hair from its tight bun and brushed it, making a parting in the middle. My transformation was almost complete, finally placing my shoes in the backpack and removing a pair of new red high-heels.

I used the side door that led to the back of the building. Recalling the noise Maddisyn’s heels made on the polished floorboards, I carried mine down the long passageway and quietly made my way towards Doctor Love’s suite with the backpack. I paused and stepped into my heels before entering the suite. I was so excited about the session, hardly able to wait to see what Doctor Love thought of my dress.

Doctor Love’s suite was a place I could go wild and be the naughty girl that I’d longed to be. The old furniture and period furnishings are similar to the other rooms in the Practice. There’s a lovely antique desk in the suite but we usually sat on one of the plush couches with its soft cushions.

I thought he looked so distinguished sitting at the desk wearing a three-piece suit and tie as I entered. My high-heels announced my arrival and he turned to meet my gaze. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw his charming smile and my yearning throbbed painfully in my panties as he came to greet me.

‘Hello Narelle, come on in and make yourself comfortable. Your dress is stunning. It looks absolutely gorgeous on you.’

I felt Doctor Love’s gaze on my made-up face, then traveling down the opening of the dress discovering every curve of my body. His eyes traced my slender waist and hips and then down my legs to my high-heels. His lips cured into a broad smile and I heard him exhale an aroused breath as his eyes finally settled on mine. A shiver rippled down my spine, imagining Doctor Love’s thoughts of what he could do with a naughty girl. After all, I was dressed for pleasure.

‘Thank you, I replied, grinning as we made our way to one of the couches. Maddisyn helped me with my makeup.’

‘It’s lovely and you look beautiful, Doctor Love commented as he took a seat on one of the couches. Not one of the new dresses for work?’ He softly laughed, almost to himself.

‘Ooh no, I replied with a cheeky grin. I wore a new one at work today and Maddisyn said she like it. I just changed into something special I wanted to wear.’

Doctor Love was now wearing a shirt with a tie and waistcoat, having removed his jacket. I sat opposite him on the other couch. My confidence grew with his flattering welcome and interest. I crossed my legs knowing my dress would ride up my leg and he would have a view all the way along the bottom of my thigh.

His eyes were obviously roaming. ‘My legs look lovely in the dress, don’t you think?’

‘Yes, and also in heels,’ he smiled politely.

I loved the thought of teasing and flirting but never had the confidence or opportunity before seeing Doctor Love. Leaning forward, I felt my breasts fill the soft fabric of my dress adding to the sensation of aroused nipples which attracted his gaze.

‘Shows some nice cleavage?’ I continued to tease.

‘The dress suits your lovely figure,’ he replied causing me to smile at his gentlemanly comment.

My naughtiness was a wonderful sexual turn-on and I could feel the moistness seeping into my panties. I first experienced this intense sexual wanting in adolescence. It’s been a festering and frustrating situation ever since. Embarrassed and even ashamed at times, I withdrew socially trying not to draw attention to myself and later finding solace in my academic pursuits and career.

As we discovered, I had underlying relationship issues that stemmed from my parent’s marriage breakdown and the feeling of being abandoned. I often wondered if I may have been the reason for their separation. The lack of intimacy in my life added to the frustration.

Doctor Loves counselling was wonderful. My plain appearance and manner became so entrenched it was a barrier to my sexual fulfilment. The failure of my first intimate experience shattered my confidence to pursue other relationships. I think of myself as a nice and quiet person and that is how I liked being perceived. It all seemed so obvious after our discussions.

At times, I yearned to become naughty and wild Narelle, satisfying my deep sexual frustration. It’s been an emotional journey and I’m so grateful for Doctor Love help. I feel secure and comfortable and our sensitive and personal discussions just flowed with purpose and a destination. I have become drawn to him professionally and physically.

Doctor Love smiled and distracted me from my wickedness. ‘How did you go with your homework?’

I returned his smile as we shared our little joke. Doctor Love asked me to keep a diary on tasks he set. I also recorded social and sexual matters that I experience since we last meet for us to discuss. I called it my homework and the name stuck.

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