Irony of Brandy Ch. 02

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The second time that I stuck my hard cock deep inside of Brandy’s sweet pussy happened three days later. Her sweet, innocent smile greeted me as I strolled into work. I could see by the gleam in her eye that she was thinking about something and I couldn’t wait to find out what it was. She soon whispered that she had made arrangements and would like to visit the lake again that evening after work. Eagerly, I agreed.

By the time our shifts ended it was already dark out and we headed straight for our rendezvous spot, which was again void of any people. I had barely gotten my truck into park when the passenger door swung open and Brandy leapt inside. This time she still wore her work slacks and a light blue blouse, again with a plunging neckline.

As soon as she was inside my truck, while the interior light was still lit, she slid across the seat and wrapped her arms around my neck. Leaning in she pressed her breasts against me and her lips into mine. I got my own arms around her and pulled her into me tighter as our lips opened and our tongues dove at one another. With a little shifting and maneuvering I soon had Brandy’s breast smashed nearly flat against my own chest while her crotch was pressed into my thigh.

We continued to kiss and my hands roamed over her body, rubbing her back and shoulders, caressing her upper arm, dropping down to squeeze at her ass. During all of this she drove her tongue at mine, kissing me hungrily while her own hands rubbed my body. She pressed herself tighter against the different parts of my body.

After several minutes I pulled my mouth away from hers and began kissing my way down to and along her neck. She rolled her head back and to the side to allow me access and I brought one hand up to cradle it, my fingers twining into her dark hair. I spent a lot of time kissing and licking her neck, making sure to cover every single inch of it. As my lips brushed across her neck flesh and my teeth nicked at it gently she sighed happily. When I moved across the front of her throat and began to pay attention to the opposite side she rolled her head in my cradling hand and whimpered softly.

Still kissing and nibbling on her neck, I brought my one hand around from her back and slid it up along the side of her breasts. The pliant flesh was flattened into my chest and pushed way out to the side giving me ample area to caress through her clothing. As my fingers slid up and over this mound Brandy sucked in a sharp breath and moaned softly within her throat.

“Oooohhhhhh John,” she breathed. “I am so hot.”

I forced the hand in between our bodies, making her lighten up a little on the pressure she was applying, then cupped it hungrily. My fingers squeezed at her tit, pressing and mauling the covered mound. I cupped her breast through her clothing, covering the top of it with my palm and squeezing it. From under her top and bra I felt the nipple growing hard, felt Kastamonu Escort the firming nub pressing out against her clothing.

My teeth nicked at her neck while my hand pressed and massaged her tit. Brandy’s head laid back in my hand and my fingers scratched at her skull. She was breathing heavier, sighing and moaning happily within her throat. One of her hands slid down my own body and began to rub at my stiffening cock hidden inside my pants.

After a few more minutes of this I reached for the hem of her blouse and started to tug it up. As eager as before to accommodate me Brandy moved away and hurriedly pulled her top and bra off herself, tossing the garments onto the truck dash again. In the moonlight her tits were beautiful, their milky flesh topped by the swollen nipples, red and hard. I immediately reached out to cup both of them, my hands filling themselves with her soft flesh, my thumbs slipping across the hard nubs.

I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sliding my wet tongue over it as I sucked. Brandy sucked in her breath. Then the two of us began to move around on the truck seat, maneuvering so that she was laying back with her head resting on the armrest of the passenger door and me partially kneeling on the floorboards. I locked my mouth over one of her nipples while squeezing her other tit, my fingers tweaking and rolling that hard nub.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh John,” she sighed as I switched my lips to the other nipple. “Oooohhhhhhhhhh yes. Suck my titties, John. Suck them hard.”

Not one to disappoint I increased the suction of my mouth. When I nicked at her hard nipple with my teeth she raised her chest into my face and moaned.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh John. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes.”

Brandy’s hands were on me while I was doing this. One of them was at the back of my head, pushing my face into her tit while the other was scratching lightly at my shoulder. I kept both my mouth and hands working her tits, suckling on one than the other, cupping and massaging them both the entire time.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh John. Ooooohhhhhhhhhh yes. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh yes.”

Her legs were open upon the truck’s bench seat, her one foot crammed against the back corner and the other on the floorboard. They kept moving, swaying partway open and closed, her ass slipping on the seat. I soon slid one hand down along her stomach to the top of her slacks. Working blindly I figured out how to unbutton then unzip them. Once this was accomplished I stuck my hand down inside of them. Brandy shifted and squirmed. Our joint actions caused her pants to slip an inch or so down, allowing my hand the freedom to get into her panties and feel the dampness of her sex on my fingers. When I brushed across her clit she moaned and her hips jerked.

“John, fuck me,” she panted, her breath gasping through her open mouth. “Fuck me, John.”

I Kayseri Escort pulled my mouth away from her tit then and reached down to work her pants off of her. Brandy lifted her ass off the seat and aided me in this by shifting her legs this way and that until they came off her feet along with her panties. I shoved these onto the dash with her other clothing. Then the two of us worked to undo my own pants and get them down around my ankles.

When I climbed up between Brandy’s legs she reached down and gripped my hard cock with her hand. Wrapping her fingers around it she tugged and pulled on it, stroking it to complete rigidity then guiding it toward her waiting pussy.

“Put your cock in me, John,” she groaned, her hips lifting. “Put it in and fuck me.”

She was beautiful, laying there completely naked on my truck’s seat, her legs spread, her tits with their rock hard nipples rolling upon her chest. Her hair was thrown back and her mouth hung open just slightly, her eyes stared up at me with a hunger and need that came from deep in her loins.

I lowered my hips toward her, let her guide my stiff cock to her sex. As the head of it brushed at her opening she pulled her hand away to grab my ass. I pushed forward, the length of my cock sliding into her, being coated by her juices. Brandy’s head tilted back on the armrest and her mouth opened wider.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned.

When my entire cock was filling her cunt I held it for a minute, smiling down and grinding my hips into her. Brandy panted and sighed as I did this, her hips jumping slightly up at me to add to the pleasure.

Soon I started to withdraw, pulling myself back and slipping my cock back out of her pussy. When only the head remained inside of her I reversed directions and pushed forward once more. Brandy’s hips rose up to meet me as I fed her pussy my throbbing cock, her pussy lips sliding along its length.

“Oooohhhhhhhh yes, John,” she moaned. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me.”

With Brandy laying across the seat of my pick-up, her legs spread wide, I started to steadily fuck her. Beneath me she raised and lowered her hips to meet my thrusts, pushing her pussy at my cock and moaning. I held myself up with one hand on the seat next to her and filled the other with one of her luscious tit, squeezing and massaging the fleshy mound while rolling her hard nipple with my fingers.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, John,” she panted, her hips driving up harder at my descending cock. “Ooooohhhhhhh, fuck me. Fuck me, John. Fuck me.”

She was panting heavily now, her breath gushing past her lips as she rolled beneath me, gyrating and humping as our rhythmic actions slowly increased. She pushed her chest up, cramming her tit into my mauling hand and moaning louder as I tweaked her hard, red nipple.

“Oooohhhhh yes, ooohhhhh yes, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yes.”

Soon our hips Kıbrıs Escort were driving at one another’s, pummeling my hard cock in and out of her wet sex with a determined force. Brandy’s eyes closed tighter and her head rolled upon the armrest.

“Ooooohhhhhhh fuck me. Fuck me, John. Oooohhhhhhh yes.”

Our pace grew even more feverish. I had to release my grip on her tit to steady myself on the seat back. I rammed my cock in and out of her, pushing and grinding the stiff member at her sex as her juices flowed, her muscles squeezing its circumference.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh yes,” she panted. “Ooooohhhhhhh yes, oooohhhhhhhh yes. Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!”

Suddenly Brandy’s hips started to jump and jerk at my cock, her entire body quivered one second then her muscles tensed the next. She gasped for breath. Her mouth hung open wide and she moaned greedily. Around my cock I could feel her muscles clenching as her orgasm exploded within her body. Her fingers dug into my ass cheek and she ground herself against me.

I continued to pump myself at her, pushing and driving my cock in and out of her pussy as she rocked beneath me, her orgasm causing her to hump and quiver. I watched her tits roll upon her chest and her face contort in an expression of ecstasy.

Moments later she began to relax, her orgasm fading. My own climax was nearing quickly and I pummeled my cock at her dropping hips. Suddenly Brandy’s eyes shot open and she looked up at me, an expression of enthusiastic delight upon her face.

“Cum on me, John,” she panted.

At first I didn’t quite understand what she meant, my mind raced for an explanation.

Brandy’s hips were rocking beneath me, I felt her wet juices coating my cock, a sloshy sound rising up from our pounding pelvises.

“Pull your cock out and cum on me,” she panted in explanation. “Let me feel your hot cum on my belly.”

That I understood. I smiled down at her as I pumped my cock in and out of a few more times. The feel of my boiling balls telling me that I was on the verge.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh, John,” she whimpered happily. “Cum on me. Cum on me.”

I pulled my cock from her sex and leaned up on my knees. Brandy quickly reached down between us and gripped my cock in her hands, tugging and squeezing it as my climax began to explode. She watched deliriously as my cock jerked within her grasp. Thick white fluid sprayed from the tip, shooting out and landing across her flesh. Shot after shot exploded. The white semen squirted up along her abdomen and a few drops landed across her tits. All the while Brandy stared at the sight and whimpered quietly, her hands continuing to tug at my exploding member.

With the last of my semen squirted onto her she leaned her head back again but did not release my cock. Instead, while she laid there panting, she continued to tug on it, milking the very last of my seed from it then cradling it while it slowly grew limp.

Minutes later we prepared for our departure from that secluded place. Brandy gave me a good-bye kiss that alone told me in no uncertain terms we would be getting together again.

Continued… Maybe

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Joy in Bed

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I want to thank my muse for her encouragement and editing. This story is a slow burn and I hope you’ll getting there is half the fun.

4:00 am Huffing in frustration, I started my day. 5 hours of sleep would barely be enough for this marathon 16 hour day. Shrugging, I calculated that I could get a couple of naps in on the flight. Visiting Phoenix was a quarterly event; and, one I did not look forward to. My employees were great. The flight from Orlando to Phoenix was the culprit of my grief. The flight was long. Jet lag was real. And, I was unable to secure a direct flight making this trip particularly dreadful. Fortunately, the roads were empty at this time of the morning. Commuters tended not to be stressed or find parking at the terminal… The security lines were my nemesis at Orlando International. Every quarter I curse myself for not subscribing to TSA PreCheck. This morning the lines were exceptionally long. Quickly, I did the math in my head and knew I had plenty of time.

Traveling for business was a sterile event for me. I avoided chit chat with tourists/commuters and even avoided significant eye contact that could encourage dialog. As with anything business-related, my main focus was on increased efficiency and effectiveness. It was the main reason I was able to grow the program out of the red, from my predecessor’s efforts, into the black. Thus making my quarterly visits a requirement. Orlando’s TSA was neither efficient nor effective causing my eyes to roll in disdain.

A two and a half hour flight later, we touched down. And, I was at my next gate waiting for my Phoenix leg to begin. My eyes scanned for a place to charge my phone and laptop. Frustratingly, none were available. Quickly I assessed that Dallas/Fort Worth was not effective and that I had enough cell life to last the trip. During my scan, my eyes settled on a woman having breakfast. Not just any woman mind you, she was, “A grade ‘A’ hotty,” I mouthed. I found myself staring just a little too long. It was definitely more than the once over I was accustomed to giving. Trying to be slick, I turned my head while still keeping her in my peripherals. Reviewing my actions, I definitely did not rate my perving skills as effective and stopped my foolishness. ( this part is so cute and adorable. I love the male viewpoint throughout. But super adorable here) My mind mulled over the woman’s image painted in my mind. She looked to be a couple years younger than me, probably 38. She had blonde hair and a sexy silhouette. She was smartly dressed in a classy but sexy blouse. The blouse accentuated her substantial breasts, adding to her allure. No doubt she was “smuggling,” as I would crudely put it to the guys. This thought brought a smirk to my mouth. Yes, I was going to sneak another look. I was alarmed that she was waiting for my gaze. I flashed my signature smile. It was self-assuring enough to convey confidence yet genuine enough to impart friendliness. The moment was redeemed. I continued to rotate my head as if it was my original intention. After nodding at my fictional target, my attention was directed back to my iPad.

That quick moment of exhilaration waned as I crashed down into reality. I was in an airport full of transient travelers, nothing would build from the moment. On the bright side, there was nothing to lose if I leered again. Armed with a smile, I turned to ogle. My smile faded. I groomed my appearance to help psychologically recover from the disappointment. She had moved on. “Transient,” I reminded myself.

The moment had passed. I shrugged off the occurrence as I returned to reading my iPad. As I got lost in my article, I noticed a pleasing fragrance. It was Joy by Dior. A particularly lovely fragrance that several women in the office wore. It was a perfume I would recognize and compliment at every chance. It was never beyond a compliment because I was never one to dip my pen in the company ink. I turned to compliment the wearer, only to be stopped dead in my tracks. It was the woman from breakfast. She was sitting at my gate. Again, we locked eyes, and I smiled, “I love Joy?”

“What?” She narrowed her eyes, letting on that she was momentarily confused. “Oh, my perfume. Thanks. It’s my favorite,” she lightly laugh. Following her laugh she added, “Obviously” with a shrug and half wink.

At a more intimate range, her details grew into focus. Striking, her eyes were captivating. Her makeup accentuated her green-blue irises. What made her eyes special was her predominate dark outer iris halos. The dramatic contrast created a sexy effect. Her beautiful eyes were a blessing because, at such close proximity, my perving eyes would have traveled to her breasts. She was sultry, and there was no doubt about it. She was startled by her phone. After digging it out of her handbag, she mouthed, “Thank you,” and turned to take her call. “Alex, hey yup, I’m in Dallas…”

Alex. A spouse? Maybe a boyfriend? I turned and slipped my earbuds in and listened to Urfa Escort music. Disappointed, I wanted nothing to do with the conversation. 45 minutes slipped by fast. After racking up airline status, my next concern was to get overhead space in the main cabin preferred section. Because I had just earned the status I was going to be in the last group to be seated. There were times I had to put my bags further back. This led to a less than efficient debarkation. The travel gods were kind, I had overhead space. Quickly I slid into my window seat, shoved my hoodie into the crack between the bulkhead and the seat. This was all in preparation for recouping some sleep lost from the night before. My ulterior motive was to avoid conversation with my seatmate. Leaning over, with my earbuds positioned, I closed my eyes. My thoughts meandered to the image of the gorgeous woman at the gate. Exercising discipline, I willed my thoughts to concentrate on my agenda for the next couple of days. As I got to the afternoon portion of my schedule, I started to feel a poking at my shoulder. I feigned sleep, hoping the poking would stop. It persisted, so I opened my eyes to address the matter. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took notice of a young traveler. “What are you listening to?” He asked with a smile.

Both of my children were in their 20’s. Breaking my no chit-chatting rule was pretty easy in this case. I missed having little children, so I welcomed the conversation. “A band called Khruangbin. Do you want to listen?” I offered an earbud with a smile.

The young traveler took the earbud in earnest. He stared off, listening to the music. I watched in amusement as his face went from contemplation to a smile. He then started to nod to the beat. This caused my smile to widen. As we grooved to the music, I noticed the lovely lady from the gate walking by. At this point, I had very little interest because I was not going to get in Alex’s way, Bro’ Code. Politely, I returned a brief smile and went back to chatting with my young seatmate. But… I did not miss the opportunity to look at her lovely ass as she shuffled by. We listened to some of my 80’s stuff. I discovered that the boy was the product of poor parenting. Guns and Roses, Def Lepard, Salt n’ Pepa were all a mystery to this poor child. After a couple of samplings, he committed to looking into the 80s. This brought me some satisfaction. An airline attendant leaned down to speak with the child. They were going to change his seat so he could be closer to his parents. I was disappointed, but relieved because I really needed to get some sleep. We said our goodbyes, and he headed off. The added benefit of an empty neighboring seat was gravy.

I started to drift off to sleep when I felt some movement in the seat next to me. I repositioned my head, hoping to get some shut-eye. After lunchtime, my schedule opened up to some one-on-one meetings with my direct reports. These were the highlights of my trip. A familiar smell wafted over me. Joy, a smirk broke on my face. There was no doubt … it was the lovely lady. But, I refrained from turning to greet her. Any conversation would have just been practice. She will be speaking to Alex in a few hours, Bro’ Code. The sweet smell persisted. Her silhouette and her eyes once again invaded my thoughts. It must have been how undeniably hot she was combined with her perfume that triggered my next movement. I was growing an erection. This development was very vexing. Would she notice? Would precum leak from my cock? After a quick poll, I realized I’d have to wake up and check on my condition. Slowly I roused myself from my sleeping position. As I moved, I made sure to check out my boner situation. It was noticeable, but not notable, and no precum. Okay, time for some acting. I transitioned carefully from sleeping to acknowledging she was sitting next to me. Looking over, I smiled, “Joy.”

She smiled back, “Hey there, sleepy.”

I rolled my eyes, pretending to be embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s been a long day and, I haven’t even started. What brings you to Phoenix,” I prodded.

She shrugged, “Just seeing a friend and her kids. They are like family… You?”

“Business, I fly in for a couple days, and then I’m back in Orlando before I turn into a pumpkin by the weekend.” She mentioned “Her kid” and “Seeing a friend.” It threw me for a loop. “Then, who the hell is Alex,” I thought. Okay, let’s shift gears. “Oh, where do you know your friend from?”

“Purdue. We both attended college there. And, were roommates for our final two years.” She renewed her smile, leaving no doubt this was a trip she had been looking forward to.

“College roommates? Uh oh, what kind of trouble are you gals going to get into?” There was no doubt I was flirting now. My tone was exaggerated, my body language was very open, and I had a permanent smile on my face. She laughed. I got my desired effect.

She responded by rolling her eyes and lightly punching my are. “No, Uşak Escort Alex and I are older now, and can’t keep up. We may go out to grab a drink. Mostly we just enjoy rehashing past hijinks and spending time with her kids. I’m like an aunt to them.”

“I have a couple of those, one niece and three nephews in Austin. They love themselves some Uncle Jim.” I realized we hadn’t introduced ourselves to each other. “By the way, I’m Jim. You can call me Uncle Jim if it makes you feel better.” I shook my head side to side and fluttered my eyes to emphasize humor. I developed my comedic skills once I realized what value they brought. I had a razor-sharp wit, comedic timing, and face contorting down. It wasn’t a challenge for me to evoke laughter. The skill had come in handy for work. It took the bite out of critical feedback and increased the highly prized likeability factor in the corporate world.

She giggled and jutted out her chin, declaring, “Well, Uncle Jim. I’m Aunt Katie.” Then offered her hand with a tomahawk motion.

Gingerly shaking her hand, “Aunt Katie, wish I had a sexy aunt like you growing up. Well, that wouldn’t work, would it? Hmm, sexy friend, Aunt, thing.” I scrunched up my face and hunched my shoulders to emphasize acknowledgment that I had entered a social taboo but was doubling down through humor. She laughed, and I smiled. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy the conversation flowed between us. But the conversation came to what felt like a natural conclusion. After a few awkward moments, I mentioned, “Well, Katie, it was nice to meet you,” and turned to get some sleep.

Before I could, she reached over and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch over you. You never know when some chatty Kathy will come over and disturb you.”

She surprised me with such a forward gesture. I looked down at our locked hands and smiled. “It’s good to have a beautiful woman here to chase away the riff-raff.”

Our conversation renewed, and we chatted for the rest of the flight. We talked about owning plants and my inability to keep them alive. We meandered over to the taste of music and her love of ballroom dancing. I mentioned taking ballroom dancing classes in high school as a requisite. Like most people, she was surprised that our public school system required ballroom dancing to graduate. She said her ‘Old Man’ crush was Keith Morrison. Which drew some laughter. We had a faux argument over her beloved Casablanca. I argued that it was overrated. The debate ended with the agreement that there was a lack of setting changes. Very begrudgingly she acknowledge that I was still wrong and we moved on to our love college football. It ate a good portion of our conversation. Time pleasantly slipped away until we were warned to prepare for landing. We paused our conversation in preparation. After landing and during the taxiing to our gate, everyone checked their phones. Once I was satisfied that she had completed her communications, I gently took her phone and put my phone number in it. With a friendly smile, I expressed that I would love to meet up while in town. She thought about it for a second and nodded in agreement. I took her moment of contemplation to indicate that she was earnest about her intentions. We split after saying goodbye at the gate.

I secured my rental car and started my day. The morning was filled with meetings and emails. After lunch, I had coaching and mentoring sessions with my direct reports. Each minute led to my morning encounter fading. I was of singular focus, improving efficiency and effectiveness. Wrapping up shop at 6 pm Phoenix time, my 16-hour day was coming to an end. And, with that, my energy reserves. My employees understood the drill. I wouldn’t be meeting up after work because I valued a good night’s rest. As I left the building, my employees and some colleagues made plans for dinner the following night. I couldn’t get to my room fast enough. My preferred loungewear had been just boxers. I stripped down, booked dinner delivery, and settled down for the night. Next, I flipped on Forensic Files and melted into the bed in a mindless bliss. A text drew me out of my haze. “Hey sexy, whatcha up to?” It was Katie.

I took a moment to let my brain spool up a response, “Lying in bed just in my boxers wondering when you were going to reach out… Finally? :)”

“Lol. In bed already? How old are you …65?”

“44 going on 65… 16 hours crushed me. :(“. It pained me to reflect on how age had slowed me down.

“Poor baby… Guess you don’t want to meet up?”

Okay, that got my blood pumping, and it was time to shake some jet lag off. Still, I didn’t want to stretch myself too thin, so I leveraged some home-court advantage. “Kidding me, I always have energy 4 U 😉 Can you do an old man a solid and swing over to the hotel for drinks. My electric scooter is hard to pack into the rental.”

“Lol. You’re funny. Hmm, are you trying to seduce me dirty old man?”

“Absolutely! Van Escort Don’t worry I 4got to pack my blue pills. You’re safe 😛 8?”

“LMAO… K 8 Location?”

While looking down at my phone with a smug smile, I sent her the address through a map app. I was indeed tired. So, it wasn’t a total lie. More importantly, I had set the stage for an easy exit, should the night progress. To encourage a rush of energy, I did a kick-up out of bed. After a quick shower to help wash away some sleepiness, I ate my dinner. I am 44, so keeping svelte has become more of a challenge. My meals had become solely for nutrition. The lack of satisfaction always made for an efficient episode. Ten minutes before eight, I was down at the bar sipping on a gin and tonic, scrolling through my emails and Facebook. Before taking a seat, I had caught the scent of Joy. Without looking up, “Hello, Katie..” Looking up to make eye contact,” It’s a JOY to see you again.” I let my face settle into a smirk for comedic effect.

“Pssst, silly old man. Glad to see you managed to get up for the occasion… For now, at least.” She raised an eyebrow returning the volley.

I appreciated the double entendre and replied with a huge smirk, “Oh, there are plenty of miles left in these bone…s.” I flutter my eyes, playing innocent. “What are you drinking?” I parlayed.

“Cosmopolitan?” We reverted to a normal conversational tone but were still smiling.

She settled on a Cosmopolitan made with unflavored vodka because it was the classic way. We talked about how she was catching up with Alex. After skimming over my day, we conversed about our love of travel. Her favorite being Europe. Mine being Sicily and Croatia, specifically Dubrovnik. An hour and a half passed as easily as time on the plane. I needed to see how far the evening would go. “Man 9:30, I am up way past my bedtime. No pressure care to tuck an old man into bed?” I was bold, locking eyes. I flashed a genuinely warm smile and soft eyes that said no hard feelings if the answer was no.

She took her time to contemplate as she did on the airplane, “Where is your scooter?” She winked, sealing the deal.

The length to which she contemplated my solicitation told me she did not hook up often. I was getting excited as we made our way to my room. In the elevator, I grabbed her hand and refreshed my smile. No words needed. Once in my room, I offered some Fuji water. As I turned with the bottle in hand, I was greeted with a kiss. She pulled back, which gave me a chance to gaze into her mesmerizing eyes. Her pupils had fully dilated into an “I want to fuck you” gaze. I replaced the bottle and reached for her jawline, guiding her lips to mine. We kissed passionately. Tenderness was in the rearview mirror. We were, no doubt about it, going to fuck and fuck hard. I tasted the hint of her cosmopolitan on her tongue. My hands made a beeline to her ass as our tongues danced, glided, and baited. After a quick squeeze through her tight-fitting jeans, my fingers went up to help peel her out of her blouse. Up and over, tossed aside. Next to go was her bra. Right hand to the clasp, left to pull it off. I kissed her neck. I took note that this was a sensitive spot. I stayed there a bit and scraped my shirt off, allowing for skin-to-skin contact. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest. Their volume felt oh so satisfying against me. Her nipples were erect, pricking me as I repositioned my kisses from her lips to her neck and vice versa. Her breathing was ragged, queuing me to move down to her breasts. My wanton kisses caressed her nipples. Teasing them to an impressive size. I sucked on them, testing her limits of pain pleasure. The heft of her breasts was impressive. They were smooth and firm. By far, the largest breasts I have had the pleasure of manhandling.

I plied pressure through my lips and hands, which were kneading her breasts. Through the gentle pressing, I guided her onto the bed. She compliantly laid on her back, feet over the edge of the bed and on the floor. I preferred this position to pull her jeans off. She wiggled as I pulled. Her red thongs were a pleasant surprise. My lips peppered kisses to her stomach. I tongued her delicate belly button and my kisses jaunted downwards to the waistline of her panties. My fingers husked away her panties, exposing her bald pussy. I bathed her mons with wet kisses. I ran my hands over her nipples, creating a speed bump effect. Titillating her nipples with an alternation of pressure and release. Wet kisses turned into a tongue bath. Her mons glistened from my saliva. Hearing moans and pronounced breathing encouraged and rewarded my efforts. I could smell her musk. It was intoxicating to me. Another sense engaged my brain, sending a flood of endorphins into my cortex. Gone was my fatigue and the effects of jet lag. I was totally engaged in the moment. All my scenes playing their part in an erotic orchestra. “You are so damn sexy babe.” I managed to utter it in a husky lust-filled voice.

My tongue followed the natural curves of her legs to where they met her torso, down to her taint. She bucked, trying to force my tongue onto her sex. “Baby, stop teasing me.” She implored as I plied my pussy eating skills.

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Julie Submits

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Julie was gorgeous. Not the drop-dead make your tongue hang out type of gorgeous, but the perfect, nice soul, sensual type of gorgeous that only comes with confidence and style. I had admired her for a couple of months now, but she was much younger than me, and I was her boss.

Today we were in the office alone. It was a long weekend, and I had let everyone else leave early. I had offered to let Julie go early to, but she had elected to stay, saying that she had something that she wanted to do and it would be better without everyone else here to distract her. I watched as she worked on the report. Her face a mask of concentration as she typed. She asked me for my input on something, so I walked up and stood beside her and asked what she needed.

“Jake,” she said, “I am writing something and I need your perspective on it.”

She looked into my eyes as she spoke, and I thought I see something in them, but I told myself that I was imagining things, and looked at her screen to see what she was working on.

As I read what she had been writing, I was surprised to see that it was a story. It was a story about her giving in to carnal pleasures and letting a man dominate her in every way.

I read the first paragraph, getting turned on by the story. I wanted to keep reading, but I wasn’t sure of I should. I stood back and looked at her, the lust starting to build inside me, peering down her plunging neckline, imagining the pleasure that lay beneath.

“Should I really be reading this?” I asked.

She swiveled in her chair, and looked directly at my groin, then slowly let her gaze roam up to my face. There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes, soft hazel eyes that were speaking to me.

Her voice had a slight quiver as she spoke, the huskiness of arousal, “Yes,” she said, “You should definitely be reading this.”

The sound of her voice and the lust in her eyes made me want to take her, dominate her completely. I read more of the story. Another paragraph, but I was having trouble concentrating on the words, the blood was rushing to my cock, making me hard, as I imagined what it would be like to do what she was writing.

I glanced at her again, and she was staring at the growing erection in my pants, her mouth slightly open. She was incredibly sexy, not skinny, but a full-bodied woman. Her figure was the type I dreamed about when I fantasized. Her hands were on the side of the chair, as she sat there demurely, looking vulnerable and ready for whatever happened next.

My heart was pounding in my chest, as I took her by the chin, lifted her face toward mine, looked in her eyes with the lust that I was feeling and lent over and kissed her.

I can’t remember how long the kiss lasted, all I knew was that I wanted to take her, make love to her, softly at first, then getting wilder and wilder as she succumbed to my every desire.

My cock was fully hard by now, and pressing against the fabric of my trousers, and I could see her erect nipples pressing against her top. I wanted her; she wanted me, that was suddenly all that mattered. I held her chin, holding her face towards mine, and said,

“Julie, I am going to take you. I am going to hold you in my arms, squeeze you tight, and taste every part of your body, and you are going to taste every part of mine. We will not stop still one of us collapses from exhaustion.”

A moan escaped her lips, coming from deep in her throat, and all she could do was say yes, in a quiet subdued voice.

I took her by the hand, stood her up, and held her tight as we kissed again, feeling her press hard against me. I held her tight as I caressed her ass. Our mouths were devouring each other, and the hunger grew, wanting more, but not wanting the kiss to end.

I leaned back, looked down into her eyes, and said,

“I want to feel your body shake with pleasure as my tongue attacks your pussy, your clitoris. I want to taste your arousal, drinking your moisture as you writhe in ecstasy against me.”

Again all she could say was yes, but the way she said it was…fucking hot.

I was determined to make her have a shuddering orgasm. I held her cheeks as I kissed her, running my hands round the nape of her neck, hearing her moaning response was so enticing, making me want to hear them more and more. Her breathing was becoming faster, and I began to kiss her neck, caressing the nape of her neck with my hand.

I continued to kiss her neck, and she started to caress my thighs, moving around to my backside. I stopped her hands, held her arms tight against her side.

“You are not to touch me until I have finished with you, you are going to take my ministrations, keeping your hands to yourself until I give you permission to use them elsewhere, is that clear?”

She moaned a yes, and I knew then that this was going to be truly memorable.

I stood back and looked at her, rubbing my penis through my trousers as she watched.

“Do you want to feel me inside you?”

She moaned another yes. Yalova Escort God she was beautiful to watch in this state, aching for me, looking subdued, but at the same time incredibly hot. I wanted to take her right there and then, rip her clothes of and pound into her, but I also wanted to make her so desperate for me that she would beg for me to fuck her.

I told her to take her top of for me, and she practically ripped it off. I then instructed her to turn around and remove her skirt and shoes, and watched as she bent over and took her shoes off one by one. Her backside was beautiful, and I could see the moisture on her pants.

As she bent over to remove her skirt, I caressed her cheeks, feeling them beneath her pants, teasingly getting close to her pussy. I could smell the aroma of her wetness, which tingled in the back of my throat as I imagined the taste and feel of her. She stood back up and turned around, her breasts swaying softly with the movement, everything about her making me ache with desire, not just my cock – my whole body.

I told her to sit on my lap, and as she moved over to me the sensuality of her movement made my jaw drop. She smiled at that, then straddled both my legs, her wet pants clinging to her pussy, glistening with promise.

I held her arms behind her as I kissed her again, moving to her neck, and as I nuzzled her neck I told her to keep her arms behind her. She was sighing with pleasure as I explored her back and sides with my hands, kissing the top of her chest, rubbing her stomach, moving my hands her sides to her breasts, then gently cradling each one as I licked along the line of her bra.

I gently grazed her hard nipples, feeling her shudder and hearing her gasp as I did so. I moved my hands to her back, nuzzling her neck again as I undid her bra, I told her to raise her arms as I removed the bra, and sat there admiring her breasts, her nipples hard with excitement. I gently cupped each breast, running my hands round them in circles, reducing in size till finally, I took each nipple between my thumb and finger and squeezed.

She was starting to pant now, and she said “Oh god yes Jake, you’re getting me so horny, I want you bad.”

I looked in her lust filled eyes, and whispered “I am going to take you Julie, but not till I’m good and ready.”

Her moan of frustration and desire was so enticing, I almost lost my will, but I maintained my composure and continued.

With her hands on her head, I continued to squeeze her nipples, feeling their firmness, and finally I had to taste them. I run my tongue from her neck down the her chest bone, then slowly to the left breast, again going round and round her nipple in decreasing circles, finally taking it into my mouth, hearing her gasp as I sucked hard, and flicked my tongue backwards and forward across, round and round, enjoying the firmness in my mouth, and the moaning it was producing.

Her body was beginning to sway, her hips starting to move, as she craved the touches I was giving her. I moved to the right nipple and repeated the torment, slowly decreasing circles till I reached the nipple, then sucked it hard and attacked with my tongue.

She was panting now, her hips moving on my legs, moaning, “Yes yes yes, oh god yes!”

As I worked on her breasts and nipples with my mouth, I stroked down her sides, feeling her shiver as I reached her hips. I caressed her stomach, following the line of her pants, across the top, down the top of her thigh, then along her inner thighs to her knees. Massaging hard with my hands, feeling her shiver and shake with each touch, as her whole body had become an erogenous zone for me to toy with. I was so hard with desire feeling her respond, hearing her moans of delight and her cries of yes as I toyed with her.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to feel her wetness, and I rubbed my hand back up her thigh, and felt the slipperiness of her pussy as I caressed her lips through her pants. The moan she gave when I did this was almost animalistic, from deep inside, and she shuddered as I caressed her. I was so aroused by her responses that I couldn’t take much more of this my self.

I stood up, her legs wrapped around me as I supporter her by her backside, pressing her hard against my erection, her head tilted back as I walked over to the desk carrying her, her hips moving against me.

I placed her on the edge of the desk, used my arm in a sweeping motion to clear the desk, and laid her back. Leaning over her and kissing her and our groins pressed together, both wanting to fuck hard. I stood up, took a step back and quickly stripped, revealing my throbbing cock.

Julie looked and me and said, “Please Jake, fuck me now, take me, fuck me hard.”

God knows I wanted to do that, but I smiled, removed her pants and kissed from her calves, to her inner thighs, watching her pussy lips swollen red with blood, till finally I kissed her on the lips.

The organic sweetness of her juices was delicious, and I wanted Yozgat Escort to taste that forever, but my own need was now overcoming my desire to tease her. I gave her long slow licks with the flat of my tongue, up and down her lips, skirting her clitoris.

I told her she could use her hands on her own body now if she wanted, and watched as she started caressing her breasts and working her nipples, but when she reached for her clitoris, I stopped her and said,

“That’s mine to play with, you have to leave it alone.”

She was constantly moaning now, and the instruction made her groan, so I inserted two fingers deep in her vagina, and she began to thrust her hips in time with my fingering.

I lent down and sucked her clitoris into my mouth and the moan this time was almost a scream, very hot. I started moving my tongue up and down, side to side against her hard clit, her hips bucking now as I struggled to maintain contact as she writhed.

I held her down with my other hand as she writhed, so I could keep up the pressure. She was panting heavily now, the sounds emitting from her were purely animal, no longer in control as I brought her closer to a shuddering orgasm.

I stood up, took hold of my cock, and started to run the head up and down her lips, caressing her clitoris at the top, the back down. Her legs wrapped around me and she tried to pull me into her, but I resisted. With my hard cock at the entrance to her vagina, I leaned over kissed her neck again, and whispered in her ears,

“You want me to fuck you?”

Her reply was deep throaty and urgent, “Oh fuck yes Jake, put your cock in me, fuck me hard.”

“Are you mine, to do with as I please?”

“Yes Jake, I’m yours – take me.”

I kissed her again, and as I did so, I slowly slid my cock inside her, feeling how slippery and aroused she was, loving the feeling of having her pussy gripping my cock. As I began to thrust in and out of her, I whispered in her ear,

“You may play with your clitoris now.”

Her hand shot there in a flash, rubbing in circles as I thrust in and out of her.

Both of us were moaning with every stroke, and I feared that I may not last long enough, but with an massive groan, Julie screamed that she was cumming, and I could feel her vagina tighten as she did, spasms going through her whole body, and she bucked and writhed with ecstasy.

Her whole body was shaking as the orgasm coursed through her, and I nearly came myself as I felt her orgasm in so many parts of her body, but I had other plans.

As she started to calm down from the orgasm, she gave a long sigh as I moved my pelvis against her.

“Fuck Jake, that was incredible,” she panted

“It’s not over yet girl,” I said, as I started to thrust inside her again.

She groaned with pleasure and pain, and writhed on the desk.

“I haven’t cum yet Julie, and I intent to have my own pleasure.”

I pulled out of her dripping pussy and rubbed the shaft of my cock against her pussy lips. I stepped back, sat her on the edge of the desk again, and kissed her.

“Get on your knees Julie, feel how hard you have made me, and taste your own juices off my cock.”

She hesitated slightly, so I took her by the shoulders and guided her into position. As she knelt before me, she held my cock by the base, and licked around the head. I was already on the edge, and her tongue was driving me mad.

“That’s so fucking nice Julie,” I panted.

I looked down and she smiled up at me as she licked the head. I held her by the sides of her head, and pressed against her lips, her tongue flicking the head of my cock as I did so.

She sighed as she sucked me into her mouth, her tongue moving around my cock inside her mouth, and the tingling in my balls began as I felt the orgasm building.

“Julie, you are such a good girl, what you’re doing is fantastic,” I said.

Said? More like gasped and stammered as I struggled to maintain control.

“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed as she worked me into a frenzy.

That was enough to put me over the edge. My legs were shaking and I grunted loudly as I came in her mouth. She sucked hard with each spasm, not stopping till I was finished. I looked down at her and she smiled up at me.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her, holding her tight against me.

“That was incredible'” I said.

“Thank you sir,” she replied

Hearing her words made me twitch, and I was staying hard, despite the orgasm.

I caressed the side of her face, looking into her eyes as I reached down to feel her pussy. She was still wet and aroused, and my fingers against her made her shiver.

“You want more girl?” I asked

“Yes sir, please sir.”

I put two fingers inside her and felt her weight shift as she pressed down against them. I pressed hard against her pelvis with my palm as I teased her with my fingers, pushing her back towards the desk, leaning against her as she reached the edge.

I pulled my fingers out and lifted her by her ass onto the desk and stepped back.

“Open your legs girl, let me admire your pussy.”

The glistening lips of her pussy were taunting me as she spread her legs wide, glowing pinks with arousal and glistening. I stepped forward and slid my fingers into her again, then took them out. I put my wet fingers into my mouth and sucked them as I watched her, then placed my fingers against the lips of her mouth, and she slowly sucked them in.

“Good girl.”

I pulled them out again, and traced a line down her neck to her chest bone. Tracing the outline of her breasts, cupping them in my hands, and then rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as I squeezed them together.

My cock was raging hard again, and Julie was looking down at it, smiling. I stepped back.

“Finger yourself girl, show me where you want this hard cock,” I told her and I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her knee.

She put two fingers inside herself and panted, “Sir, I want your hard cock in her, inside me, thrusting hard into me sir.”

“Show me how hard,” I said.

Julie drove her fingers in and out of her pussy, hard, and I was surprised by the amount of force she used.

“Julie, I’m going to fuck you from behind so I can watch your fine ass. Get off the desk, turn around and lean over the desk. Present your pussy to me so I can decide if you have been good enough for me to fuck you again.”

She jumped up and turned around, wriggling her ass seductively as she lent over the desk. She spread her legs, showing her pussy lips, fingering herself. She looked back at me, her eyes displaying what she was feeling and wanting.

“Sir, I want your cock inside me, driving deep inside me. Please sir, fuck me sir, take what is yours and use me.”

I was mesmerized by the sight, and her words.

“Start playing with your clit girl, I want you more desperate before I consider whether to take you.”

She was using two hands now, panting deeper and starting to make the most erotic moaning noises I had ever heard.

“Don’t you cum yet Julie, I want to be inside you when that happens.”

“No sir,” she gasped, as she was vigorously fingering herself.

I stepped forward and placed my cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down. I leaned over and placed my hands on her shoulders, and asked, “Are you close girl, Are you ready to cum for me?”

“Oh god yes sir, please let me feel your cock inside me as I cum sir. But even better sir, let me feel you explode inside me.”

I was so turned on by the way she was talking that I was getting desperate myself. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out before I took her.

“You want me to cum deep inside you girl?”

“Oh yes sir, please sir.”

“You are a bad girl Julie and I like that.”

“Yes sir,” she groaned.

“Stop touching yourself Julie.”

There was a moan of frustration, but it didn’t last long, and I held my cock by the base and began rubbing the lips of her pussy with the head of my cock.

“Yes Jake, take me,” She gasped as she felt the head of my cock against her pussy.

I reached forward, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head gently back, exposing her neck so that I could nibble it. As I did, my cock slid deep inside her, one smooth stroke till I could go no further.

We both moaned in time with the stroke. Both of us were now at the point where nothing else mattered except each other.

“Oh fuck Jake that feels so good. Fuck me hard, take what is yours.”

I started to move in and out of her, slowly, full strokes. Not fast, but with force, feeling her shudder with each thrust. Her body was shaking, and my legs were starting to struggle to support me.

I leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me Julie, cum for me and send me over the edge.”

She wasn’t able to reply, only groan out louder, and mutter a stifled yes.

Then I felt her whole body tense, and the groans and moans became screams, her pussy getting tighter as she came. It felt like she was squeezing my cock with her entire being.

I lost control, all logical thought was gone. Only lust and desperate desire were left. I fucked her hard, fast and deep, holding her by the shoulders to steady my self as instinct took over. The thrusting was fast and furious, and Julie started screaming as the orgasm took hold of her.

I felt the spasms as her whole body writhed in ecstasy, and the burning in my balls was intense. I was grunting with each stroke, and the sounds of Julie’s orgasm were doing things to my mind, while my body shook with tension as the orgasm approached.

She was screaming out loud, as I finally came inside her, shuddering, still thrusting, our bodies on fire with the orgasms, uncontrolled pleasure that seemed like it would go on forever.

The desk was thumping the wall as we climaxed, such was the force of our passion, and despite my cock being super-sensitive I kept thrusting till the orgasm subsided, and it started to hurt.

Both of us were bathed in sweat, and I pulled out of her and lay on the desk beside her, looking into her dusky eyes, marveling at the pleasure we had just given each other.

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This is a single chapter story. Just meant to be a little fun.

*** *** ***

“Becca said no. Leave her alone.” I told Jen.

Jen responded to me, “Fuck off, Greg. Just because you tricked her into marrying you doesn’t make her your slave.”

My wife’s best friend Jen was hanging out as usual and was trying to bully my wife Rebecca into doing what she wanted. As usual.

Tonight Jen was pushing Rebecca into going to a dance club even though my wife was 7 months pregnant with our first child and tired from being on her feet all day.

Rebecca had heard enough of our squabbling. She was red faced and snarling, which was very out of character for my normally overly congenial partner, as she snapped at us. “Both of you, out!”

Jen and I responded together, “What?”

“I need peace and that’s not going to happen as long as the two of you are biting at each other.” My hormone charged wife focused on me. “Greg, take Jen to a club and keep her safe from the pervs.”

Jen grumbled under her breath at me, “Dickless douchebag couldn’t protect a ham sandwich.”

Before I could respond Rebecca leveled a blood freezing glare at her and coldly and carefully said, “Go. Get. Ready.”

Jen fled Rebecca’s uncharacteristic scorn to get ready. I quietly argued with my wife while Jen changed into the scrap of cloth she called her clubbing dress.

“Becca, I can’t take that girl anywhere.”

“Please go.” She huffed at me. “Jen needs a strong man to take care of her and I need you to get her out of my hair. That girl is driving me nuts. Please do this for my sanity’s sake.” Rebecca’s pregnancy rounded face implored to me. “Be nice to her, maybe you can start to be friends with her for once. It would make my life a whole lot easier.”

“I’ve tried that. She’s never wanted to be my friend. She can’t stand me.” I tried to be somewhat cordial with Jen. Unfortunately the feeling was not mutual. Ever since I first picked up on Rebecca that night I saw them sitting at a bar together, Jen had always been a bitch to me, like I was not good enough for her friend.

“It’s not like that. She likes you just fine. She just doesn’t know how to deal with you. You moved into her territory. Most men she can exercise some control over.” Rebecca smiled. “But not you, you’re the first man who dares to defy her. She’s just frustrated with you.”

“Well she frustrates me, the way she tries to push you around. Just because she likes to go out dancing doesn’t mean it’s okay to pressure you into going.”

Rebecca cupped my cheek in her palm and kissed me warmly. “Always looking out for me aren’t you. My knight in shining armor. But I’m not going am I? Look out for Jen in my place. Besides, how bad can it be dancing with a gorgeous half naked woman like Jen.”

“I’d rather spend the evening all naked with you.”

Rebecca gave me a wan smile. Our love life had begun to tail off over the last month. She still made an effort to provide some comfort to me a couple nights a week but it was not the same lusty, athletic fucking we had engaged in until recently.

“Do this and I promise you the best blow job of your life. As many blow jobs as you want. We’ll spend the rest of the weekend with you in my mouth.”

“Blow jobs for the whole weekend?” I confirmed optimistically.

I could tell she was trying to not laugh at my childlike excitement. “Go change your clothes.” she said from behind her smiling face.

I kissed her and went to put on attire more appropriate for a club. 45 minutes later I had long since finished changing and I sat waiting for Jen. Rebecca and I were discussing the color pallet of the baby’s room, but I was thinking about getting a whole lot of blow jobs over the next 72 hours; wondering if she would swallow or let me cum on her pregnancy swollen tits. I wanted to play with her swollen and distorted body. Although she didn’t see it my way, I thought she was sexy as ever.

Jen came out of the bathroom ending my conversation with Rebecca. I had to admit she looked great. Her 5 foot tall, tiny body was on display. Her slim long legs were exposed below her tiny black skin tight one piece dress. Her small but shapely ass was on display immediately above the high hem. The bottom of the dress was so high up her legs that it was a wonder that I couldn’t see her panties.

I was so distracted by the perfect legs, ass, and slim waist I didn’t notice right away that neckline plunged down to expose the tops of her breasts. She had somehow hoisted her normally flat chest into two small globes that begged to be licked.

Her curls of artificially dark red hair was pulled up in a messy pile on top of her head exposing her long neck. Her eyeshadow was smokey and eyeliner heavy. Her lips were colored dark red, almost black.

She looked like a picture of sex. Keeping men away from her in the club was going to be a full time job.

She had timed her entrance perfectly, our Uber had just pulled up.

I kissed my wife and shrugged one shoulder indifferently at Jen inviting Kilis Escort her to walk with me out to the car. The entire drive Jen eyed me with her piercing, unreadable gaze. I responded by ignoring her.

***

Jen proclaimed the first club too dead the moment we walked in, so we left immediately to find more clubs for her to be displeased with.

I found us a table at the second club and a pretty blonde waitress began to flirt with me. I watched her eyes travel up and down my 6 foot 2 lean body. “What can I get for you cutie?”

“I’ll start with a Long Island ice tea.” I said suggestively. If I was single I was pretty sure we could have ended up at her place by the end of the night based on the look in her eyes.

“Um hmm!” Jen cleared her throat to announce she had returned from the dance floor.

“Oh” the waitress sounded dismayed upon seeing Jen. “What can I get for you?”

I answered for her because she always got the same thing, “My little sister will have a Vodka Martini.”

The waitress’s smile returned just before she turned away.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Trying to cheat on your pregnant wife right in front of me.”

“I’m not going to do anything. She started the flirting, I just went with it. It feels flattering to have a hot woman hit on me.”

“You are the biggest fucking douche alive. She’s just angling for a good tip.”

“Maybe, but it’s still nice. You could learn something from her about being pleasant.”

“Like where she got her boobs enhanced?”

“I was thinking more about the catching more flies was honey than vinegar thing.” I appreciatively considered the waitress’s large bust from across the room. “Besides, I think they’re real.”

“Wishful thinking.”

When our drinks arrived Jen was already carping about leaving for another club.

“The vibe in this place sucks.” she declared.

“I like this club.” I pushed back.

“We are out so I can dance, not so you can flirt and pretend like you have the balls to cheat with a waitress.”

I didn’t respond.

Jen pointed at the nearly empty dance floor. “I’m not dancing alone.” She got a devilish gleam in her eye. “Unless you want to get out there with me.”

We downed our drinks and left. We both winced at the strength of the alcohol. The waitress had given us very strong drinks.

“At least your flirting got us decent drinks.” she allowed. “I’ll give you that much credit.”

We walked down the strip to the next club. It was a repeat of the second club except without the flirty waitress. We ordered a long island and a martini. Jen danced in the sparse crowd while I waited for our drinks. She came back when our drinks arrived.

She kicked back her martini like it was water. “This place sucks.” she said.

“You don’t like the ‘vibe’?”

“Finish your drink. Let’s go.”

I gulped down the long island.

It was getting later and the clubs were getting busier. We walked in the next club. I thought we had found the place. We ordered our drinks and Jen disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. As soon as the drinks arrived Jen reappeared and down hers before disappearing again.

Feeling a light drunken buzz, I sipped my drink and enjoyed looking at scantily dressed girls. I particularly appreciated the flashes of Jen’s body. I kept waiting for an up skirt glimpse, but the dress was staying in place only tensing me as it clung to her perfect little ass and showing her great legs. I watched Jen getting attention from a gentleman on the dance floor. She seemed to be responding positively to him so I let him continue without interference.

30 minutes later I ordered another round and waited at the table protecting Jen’s drink from tampering.

Then the DJ changed. Apparently he was a famous guy most of the people had come to see. He was spinning really harsh sounding electronic rave.

Jen returned pouting. “Damn it! I was having fun. I hate this crappy music.”

“What about your dance partner?”

She turned and waved to him. He looked at me and winked. “Yeah, he’s gay. He was just using me to dance.” She got a snarky grin. “I told him you were gay too.”

“Thanks”

“I tried to get him to come over and flirt with you, but he said he could tell that you only had eyes for me.”

I looked at Jen startled.

“Yeah, I know.” she laughed. “He totally missed the mark with us.” She went on, “Let’s get out of here. This music is unbearable.”

I agreed with her. If we stayed, I was going to get a migraine. I handed Jen her drink which she gulped down.

As we walked to the next club I noticed Jen was drunk. Her hundred pound body was not handling the four martinis she had downed. I was buzzing hard from my four long islands as well. I helped steady her by offering my arm. She clutched my elbow and pressed her body to my side to prevent falling off the perch of her 4 inch platform heels. I ignored the fact that my arm was being pressed to the flesh between her boobs.

She bypassed Kırıkkale Escort the line waiting to get in. The nice part about going clubbing with Jen was that she never waited in line. She walked up to the bouncer and looked at him expectantly. He glanced at her from head to toe and moved aside to let us by. I heard people in the line groan in complaint.

Once inside, Jen swayed straight to the dance floor. This club was packed, the music was loud, and the men were converging on Jen instantaneously.

Before she even started to dance she came back and dragged me onto the packed dance floor with her and we attempted dance in the tight writhing throng. She was already attracting unwanted attention from horny guys. They got close and tried to use the press of the crowd as an excuse to touch her.

Jen grabbed my hands and flattened herself to my front before spinning us 180 degrees so that I was between her and a guy that she wanted to get away from. Although she had accomplished her goal of using me as a human shield she stayed pressed close as she gyrated.

She yelled near my ear in order to be heard over the clashing sounds of music, “You are supposed to be posing as my jealous boyfriend who will kick anyone’s ass if they come near me.”

“Okay” I yelled.

She got a coy smile and an odd look in her eyes. “No one is going to believe you, if you’re afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Prove it.”

She grabbed my arms and pulled them around her, positioning my hands on her ass. She looped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as her hips swiveled side to side against my rapidly tightening pants. We were tightly grinding against each other to the music. She had to feel me getting hard due to the friction.

I let go of her ass and tried to make space between us.

Jen desperately begged, “Pretend I’m Becca. Touch me like you do her. Unless you are a coward.”

Jen turned her back to me and pressed her butt against my hard cock. She leaned back resting her head on my chest.

Her seduction was torturing me. “Jen, please stop.” I plead through gritted teeth

She turned her head and stressed, “I’m Becca. Be brave and just close your eyes and hold Becca.”

She pulled my arms around her and twerked her hips using the cleft for her ass to stroke me. I closed my eyes and let my fuzzy mind drift to thoughts of Rebecca and what I would do with her. I wanted to fuck Rebecca so bad. The tight willing woman in front of me could be a proxy for that lust. She slid my hands up onto her tits, and I graciously squeezed. I gave in and leaned over her to bite at her earlobe. She moaned and turned her head until her tongue was in my mouth.

After two long, elicit seconds I pulled away. “Jen, I can’t do this.”

“I know.” She answered dejectedly. “You’re too good.” She turned to face me with the look of loss on her face. “Pretend to be a bad boy. Pretend you are like the assholes I usually date. I can be a bad girl for you.” She closed the space between us placing her face looking straight up under mine. Her hand reached up and she lovingly stroked my lower lip with her thumb, her fingers caressed my stubbled cheek. “I can be really bad.”

“Jen, please behave.”

She became petulant. “Becca behaves. I’m naughty. Let me be naughty for you. Use me. I want you to use me.”

“Please stop pushing me. I might break. Jen, you’re incredibly sexy. I can’t handle the teasing. You are just too gorgeous for me to resist. “

She stopped moving. “Thanks” she said. “Please dance with me.” she stressed.

She gave me a millimeter of space and we danced.

Five minutes later loud high energy song came on. Jen cheered and started to grind on my body constantly.

“Treat me like a woman!” she demanded.

She put her hands on my shoulders. I forgot myself and placed my palm in the small of her back pulling her against me. She wrapped her leg around mine and pressed her pussy against my thigh.

She said in my ear, “That’s better. The creeps are giving me space now.” She licked my earlobe and grabbed my ass. “Show me what you would do to Becca.”

In a moment of misguided drunken lust I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Becca in my arms. It was her warm body grinding against me with the promise of sex later in the night. I palmed her ass and stroked my cock against her belly. She latched her mouth onto mine and as we made out I cupped her breast slipping my fingers inside her top to find a nipple. I wanted to take her then and there.

“Oh god Becca, I love you.” I gushed.

We both froze. Jen slipped from my loosening arms and wedged herself back into her dress.

We danced in uncomfortable silence for another couple songs. Luckily the last call announcement came on. I was surprised that it had gotten so late. We had been out for a several hours, but it felt like a flash. I grab her hand and along with most of the crowd I dragged Jen out of the stuffy club into the chill night air.

Jen Kırklareli Escort was shivering as the frigid night air froze the sweat on her glistening body. I automatically gave her my coat which she accepted politely. We stood quietly waiting for the Uber driver to collect us.

We didn’t speak another word the entire way home. She seemed unable to find a comfortable position and continuously shifted in her seat. Her long legs were entirely exposed and as her dress worked up even higher I was finally getting glimpses of her panties that I had hoped I could sneak a peak at. They were low cut, lacy, and transparent red and when she slumped low in the seat she slid her hips forward exposing the gap between her thighs they pulled tightly against her lips showing me everything. I imagined licking at her puffy labia. Grabbing her tiny hips as I used her, penetrating that sweet little pussy.

I needed to get laid. Rebecca had recently called a moratorium on sex until the baby came but promised to give oral frequently. She gave great head. I was going to need her to suck me off soon.

Assuming Rebecca was asleep, it seemed likely I was going to have to find satisfaction with my hand while I showered tonight. I promised myself I would think of my wife while I jerked.

***

We came home to find my wife awake, playing a game on her iPad. I looked at her beautiful rosy face framed by her bobbed blonde hair.

Jen laid herself out on the sofa with her arms and legs spread wide. I could easily see up her skirt and view her underwear.

“Did you have a good time?” Rebecca asked without looking up.

“The clubs sucked but I had fun.” Jen announced.

“Yeah, it was okay. You should be sleeping.” I told Rebecca hoping that her being awake meant I might be able to get some relief with her. A handjob would be wonderful right now.

“I slept some. But your daughter woke me up a little bit ago. I think she’s playing soccer in my belly. Since I was awake, I decided to wait up for you guys.”

I helped Rebecca up to her feet and hugged her. She immediately felt my boner as I pressed it into her stomach. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants.

“Damn it Jen!” She yelled. Jen opened one eye and looked at us. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you. You probably rubbed on him all night.”

“So?”

“Now I’ve got a horny man who needs release on my hands.”

“You married him, he’s your problem.”

“Oh no you don’t. Get your ass over here. You’re going to take care of this.”

I thought, ‘Wait, what?’ as my mind tried to make sense of her words that I assumed I had misunderstood.

“I’m sure he is well acquainted with taking care of it himself.”

Rebecca sternly ordered, “Get over here now.” To my surprise Jen swung her feet to the floor and walked over. “On your knees.” Jen continued to comply sinking down in front of me.

Too stunned to respond, I watched my wife open my pants and fish out my cock. Holding my throbbing rod in one hand, she fisted her other hand in Jen’s hair. Jen opened her mouth voluntarily while Rebecca guided it onto my 7 inches of thick circumcised stiffness.

Jen sealed her lips around me and began to suck. All the while Rebecca stroked the lower half of my cock with one hand and moved Jen’s head with the other. I looked at Rebecca’s face as her blue eyes focused intently on what she was doing, smiling to herself.

Rebecca noticed my focus and reached her mouth up and kissed me. We battle tongues while her friend blew me.

Rebecca leaned back and winked at me. I felt her pushing Jen’s throat onto my cock. Jen immediately began choking. Jen turned her head to the side trying to gain control of her coughing.

Rebecca berated her, “All these years I had to listen to you brag to me about that your blow jobs are so good you could own any man. About you being able to deepthroat a guy. Was it all made up?”

“He’s really big damn it! It doesn’t fit.” Jen protested before went back to blowing me on her own accord without Rebecca’s guiding hand.

Rebecca whispered in my ear, “Don’t cum yet. I have some ideas. You’re going to have some fun tonight.”

Rebecca and I stood and looked down upon Jen as she happily hummed, slurped, and sucked at my cock. She appeared to be enjoying herself.

Rebecca recognised that I was getting near shooting off. She pushed Jen’s head back with a firm push on the forehead releasing me from her mouth.

Despite the fact everyone in the room knew I about to explode in Jen’s mouth, Rebecca chided Jen, “You’ll never finish him giving lousy head like that. Stand up and bend over the end of the sofa.”

Jen pulled my pants and underwear off past my feet then stood and looked seductively at me. Her lips were parted as she breathed heavily, her lidded eyes looked needy. The desire on her face suggested she was not at all upset about what was coming next. She looked more eager than anything. She turned and leaned over the arm of the sofa as directed. She thrust the ass out. Rebecca pulled Jen’s dress up until it was bunched around her small waist revealing her tiny heart shaped ass encased in red lace. Rebecca pulled the panties down and off carefully leaving the platform heels in place. Then, to my surprise, she stuck two fingers into Jen’s pussy.

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Jill Ch. 02

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Jill returned to The Pink PUSSYkat the following evening, waiting until almost eleven to arrive. The parking lot was nearly as full as the night before, but as she found a space for her car, she could see that a few people were leaving. She walked to the entrance and went inside.

There was a large crowd, mostly in the area closest to the dancers’ runway. All the tables were filled back as far as she was standing, but there were several empty tables and booths in the back. Jill threaded her way through the crowd and found Jeff at the bar, standing at the end next to the only empty stool.

” Are you saving that for anyone special?” she asked Jeff coyly.

“I think so,” he replied. “It’s yours if you want it.” Jill thanked him and sat down. Jeff brought her a margarita without being asked.

“I like your outfit,” Jeff observed. Jill smiled prettily at the compliment. She was wearing a thin pale blue long-sleeved v-neck blouse made of a smooth clingy fabric. The blouse had four buttons from the v to where it tucked into her long beige wrap dress, which was attached at her waist by two buttons spaced about four inches apart. While she was standing, the skirt reached to mid-calf. As she sat down, it parted to show most of her legs. She was wearing nylon stockings and the parted dress revealed them nearly to their tops.

Jeff spent the next half-hour doing a lot of running back and forth, helping at the bar, busing tables, working the cash drawer, restocking the bar, and acting as potential bouncer. He paused for a moment to refill her glass but was too busy to talk. Jill sipped her drink slowly and watched Jeff as he moved. He wasn’t as obviously muscular as Steve, but he was clearly in good shape and athletic, as his Pink PUSSYkat logo T -shirt and trim khaki trousers demonstrated. By the time he was able to return to Jill’s side, more than half the customers had paid and left. Jeff sat on the vacated stool next to her.

“The dancers finish at one a. m.,” Jeff explained. “They take turns performing from seven, and since there’s always a dancer on the runway for those eight hours, it makes a pretty hard night for the girls. Of course, it makes a pretty hard night for the men too, but in a different way.” They both chuckled. “We close at two on Saturday nights,” he added They chatted for a few minutes, and then Jeff was called away again about something to do with a check, and it was nearly one a. m. before he could take a full break from his duties.

He finally was able to return to his seat next to Jill, clearly happy to do so. Jill sat with her legs crossed and absently ran a fingernail back and forth across her stocking just above the knee.

“Oh, darn!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I’ve got a snag.” Jeff looked down and, sure enough, the stocking was beginning to ladder up her thigh and down over her knee. “Well,” Jill said, “there’s only one thing to do.”

She spread her parted skirt wider until the tops of her stockings and the top garter clips showed, as well as an inch of bare thigh. She unfastened the clip holding the snagged stocking and lifted her leg so she could reach the second clip underneath. She opened the clip with a deft gesture and began to roll the stocking down her thigh. She rolled the filmy material slowly, pausing now and then as if to consider how she was doing. Jeff thought she was doing fine. She toed her shoe off her foot. Jill eased her foot out of the stocking and crossed her legs the other way. The contrast between her two legs, one stockinged and one bare, looked very sexy to Jeff’s eyes.

“I guess I’d better take off the other one,” she said. “Or maybe you would like to, Jeff.”

Jeff needed no further encouragement. As he recalled, he had permissions, even demands, that hadn’t even been mentioned yet. Removing a stocking shouldn’t be a problem. Jill crossed her leg so Jeff could reach her garter clips more easily, and he wasted no time in unfastening them. Jill’s thigh felt cool and smooth on top, but as he started to roll the stocking down, his fingers reached the inner part of her thigh, which was much warmer. Her legs were stunning! he thought. He rolled the stocking down and she dropped her shoe and lifted her foot for him to pull the stocking off. Her movement caused her skirt to open to the tops of her thighs.

“Well?” she challenged.

“I think I’m supposed to do some checking, ” Jeff said. He put his hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh to the very top, sliding the side of the dress back all the way to her hip. She was naked underneath. She laughed at the look of disappointment on Jeff’s face.

“You’re disappointed because I’m not wearing panties? Can that be true?” she teased. Jeff flushed with embarrassment.

“That does seem pretty stupid, doesn’t it?” he muttered.

“I think it’s kind of cute,” Jill said, smiling at her joke. “You have to admit, it’s unusual.”

“Everything about this is unusual,” Jeff replied.

“Well, perhaps, but I’m glad you remembered you are supposed to check,” Jill said, “I really am. Checking is always Sivas Escort important, you should remember that, and do it often. You just never know.”

Jeff glanced at Jill’s blouse, but it was evident from her nipples poking at the thin fabric that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Knowing Jeff was checking out her blouse, Jill slumped back against the stool, knowing the blouse would gape a bit between the buttons, giving Jeff a glimpse of the undercurve of her breast and of the skin of her stomach. She knew he would find the tantalizing peeks arousing, not to mention the shape of her nipples articulated in the fabric of her blouse.

Jeff was confused. This wasn’t what he had expected. Nothing this woman did was what he expected. He couldn’t anticipate what she would do next, and he found that both disconcerting and fascinating. Checking her out. Checking…

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jeff said. “In the meantime, let me observe that you have incredibly beautiful legs.”

“Thank you kind sir, she said,” Jill responded, smiling and sitting up straight. “Now, if you will excuse me while I go to the little girl’s room, you might get us another drink while I’m gone. But before that, I need to do something with this skirt situation.” She reached down and clasped the garter belt and rotated it around her waist until she could unhook it and pull it out from under her skirt. “There, that’s better.” She handed the garment to Jeff. “I’ll be right back.”

Jill was gone less than five minutes. She was a bit disappointed to find that many of the customers were gone, but knowing Jeff as she now did, that was probably just as well. All the dancers had finished their last turns and retired to the dressing room off the back of the stage. Five of the ten waitresses who had been working the floor sat at a back table and were counting their tips. The others were still working, clearing tables for the most part. The three bartenders were cleaning up behind the bar and beginning to total their receipts. Only about a half dozen customers were left. Jeff nodded to one of the bartenders, who picked up a portable microphone and announced “Last Call!”

Jeff picked up a fresh pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and led Jill to the back of the room. He chose the raised booth in the corner. After pouring drinks and sipping from them, Jill and Jeff looked expectantly at one another.

“You come wrapped like a present,” Jeff told Jill, indicating her outfit. It was then he noticed there was something different about it.

“Do you like presents?” Jill asked coyly.

“Oh, you bet. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait for Christmas. But I thought Christmas came in December.”

“What did you usually do with your presents?” Jill asked with a smile.

Jeff reached out and opened the top button on Jill’s blouse. The edge of a blue satin bra came into view.

“You see,” she said, “it’s always important to check, even a second time.”

“I’ll certainly remember that,” Jeff responded, as he continued opening the blouse buttons one after the other. The bra was a simple but expensive-looking garment with no decorative or support function. Jeff pulled the blouse away from Jill’s slender torso and feasted his eyes on her shallow cleavage and smooth ivory skin.

Jeff turned his attention to Jill’s skirt, which was already parted nearly to the tops of her thighs. He spread the split of the skirt further apart until the split reached Jill’s abdomen, revealing a pair of blue satin French-cut panties matching the bra. He ran his hands over the front of the panties and fingered the waistband, then the side seams, the leg holes, and finally the area of wetness between Jill’s legs as she quivered under his touch.

At last he reached behind her, grabbed a fistful of cloth in each over each buttock, and pulled savagely. Jill gasped. There was a sharp tearing sound as the panties came apart. Jeff tore the panties around to the sides, leaving Jill’s ass completely bare. He tore both side seams out and then the front panel of the panties, leaving only the waistband and the two elastic leg bands. Those he tore viciously. He tossed the scraps of cloth onto the floor of the booth. Jill lay back, her legs sprawled as if after sex.

Jeff attacked the bra much more gently. He held one soft piece of cloth that served as a cup and easily separated it from the strap which held it, then repeated the process with the other cup, and finally held both cups and separated them from one another. Jill sat up and allowed Jeff to slide what remained of the bra away from her body.

Jill’s breasts were small but perfect. Jeff was enthralled by the lovely curves, the unblemished smoothness, and the upturn of her small nipples, which were very pink and hard, straining outward as if reaching for him.

Jill watched Jeff as his eyes seemed to caress each millimeter of skin, and then gasped again as Jeff lightly traced a line with his fingers from the hollow of her throat down to her cleavage and then lightly around each breast in slow circles Tekirdağ Escort that narrowed until his fingers were pulling lightly at both her nipples. Jill arched her back and leaned forward in her seat, pushing her breasts into Jeff’s hands which were caressing her so expertly.

His touch was gentle but it set her on fire inside. She ached for him to take her breasts in her mouth, desiring his lips, coveting his tongue, panting for him to nip and lick and suck until she would go mad from his attentions. Instead, he paused and leaned back, gazing at her intently. Then he leaned forward again and kissed her mouth, his lips soft at first but becoming more demanding, his tongue flicking quickly against her lips and teeth, then plunging deeply into her mouth and entwining with hers. She responded immediately with her own tongue, probing deeply until both were breathless and had to break apart.

His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. She tore at his shirt, ripping it open. She traced her long fingernails across his chest, then reached around under his shirt and clutching at his back as their lips came together, the kiss becoming more and more demanding. Jeff closed his hands over her breasts, hurting her the way she desired him to, but quickly turning gentle once again, caressing her breasts and nipples, running his fingers over her collarbones, touching the hollow at the base of her throat, moving one hand incessantly across and around and under and over her breasts until she could barely gasp. She felt a fullness begin in the lower part of her abdomen. She was becoming very wet between her legs. He had not yet touched her there. She ached for him to. Excruciating, exquisite torture.

Jill leaned back, breathing heavily, as was Jeff. Jill’s blouse lay fully open, her breasts enticing him, her skirt parted nearly to her waist as she let her knees relax and separate. Jeff smiled, enjoying what he was seeing, knowing there was still more to come.

One of the bartenders approached the booth with the final receipts tally and the cooler key in his hand. He hesitated but Jill waved him on. He looked at Jeff, who shrugged and nodded. The barman handed Jeff the receipts for his signature and Jeff dutifully signed his name to each one while the barman couldn’t keep his eyes from exploring Jill’s revelations. Her long legs were stretched out, her skirt was open nearly to her waist, and her blouse covered nothing but her shoulders and upper arms. Jill stretched her body and arched her back a little, lifting her breasts until her swollen nipples seemed to point directly into the bartender’s eyes as she smiled lazily with half-closed eyes. When Jeff finished signing, the barman muttered a stuttering “thank you” and reluctantly retreated to the other end of the room.

Jeff poured fresh drinks from the margarita pitcher. “I never thought –,” he began, but Jill interrupted him.

“You haven’t finished unwrapping your present.” She remained half reclining against the back of the booth. Jeff bent over her, placing one hand back of her neck and lifting her head to meet his probing kiss. His other hand again caressed her breasts, very gently now. Her body began moving slightly under his touch. Jeff eased Jill’s blouse off her shoulders and slid it down her arms until she was completely free of it. Her shoulders were smooth, while her collarbones were delicate, as were the bones of her arms, wrists, and fingers. His hand traced them all, and her entire body quivered. Her breasts, she soon discovered, fit exactly into his cupped hands, and equally well into his mouth. She clutched him spasmodically, urgently, as he caressed and kissed and fondled and sucked her breasts as she writhed beneath him.

Jeff finally brought his fingers to the two buttons holding her skirt together. He freed first one and then the other, moving his hand down over her stomach and abdomen, probing her deep navel, tantalizing her by bringing his hand first closer but then further away from the tops of her legs. He stroked her abdomen and after what seemed an eternity to Jill, lightly touched the thick hair of her pussy, then ran his hand across the arc of her hip and down the outside of her leg to her knee, completely freeing her from the skirt. She was finally, completely, gloriously naked.

She drew her knee up and he moved his hand down her leg, cupping her calf, massaging it firmly, then moved his hand back up her leg to her knee, where he moved his fingers in tiny circles. Jill moved her legs apart, one knee still bent, for him to touch her between her thighs. He brought his hand to the inside of her knee and began to caress her there, moving his hand leisurely up her inner thigh to the point where her stocking had ended and then bringing it back again to her knee.

His mouth was still busy at her breasts and she clutched the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his thick hair, pulling his head into her breasts with all her strength. He responded with little nips and bites on her Tokat Escort breasts and nipples, keeping his tongue busy as well.

Meanwhile he lengthened his caress of her thigh to include the whole sweep of her legs, moving his hand up one thigh and then another. At last he reached to touch her pussy, and lightly and tantalizingly stroking her flesh at the tops of her inner thighs, drawing his fingers along both sides of her pussy lips, toying with the hair above it, moving all around it but in narrowing circles until at long last his fingers found her opening.

Jill screamed out in ecstasy as she felt the orgasm build to its peak and take her completely in wave after wave. Her body jerked in huge spasms that overwhelmed her. She could only give herself over to the demands of her body, entirely beyond her control.

The racking spasms finally began to diminish, both in frequency and in intensity, and she lay back exhausted but already feeling the desire begin to grow again within her. She had never been so completely overwhelmed. It was only then that she realized that Jeff had not been inside her at all, not even with his fingers. Her body had reacted only to his persistent touch. She couldn’t begin to think what would happen when he did find his way to the place where she was even more sensitive and responsive.

Becoming once more aware of their surroundings, they both looked up and around to discover that they were alone in the room. All the customers, the dancers, and the waitresses and bartenders had gone without either of them noticing. Jeff stood back from her and reveled in Jill’s nakedness. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He removed what remained of his shirt, then slipped out of his shoes, pulled off his socks, slid out of his khakis and briefs and rejoined her.

He tenderly kissed her temple, both her eyes, the tip of her nose, and nibbled gently and flicked his tongue into the delicate inner folds of her earlobes. He ran his tongue down the line of her jaw and sucked lightly on her chin. Only then did he begin kissing her mouth, but she broke the kiss and brought his head down to her breasts.

Jill let him move his lips and tongue and teeth over her breasts and nipples while his fingers roamed between her thighs and began to stroke first her pussy lips and then her clitoris. She responded by moving her hands restlessly over his chest and back, then down over his buttocks and hips and the back of his thighs until her searching fingers returned to his stomach and began to caress his abdomen, moving downward and taking hold of his cock.

He was fully erect. His cock was circumcised, and the head of his cock felt like a velvet cap topping his long, smooth, erect shaft. She caressed it gently, wanting to make it larger and larger, wanting it to ram into her, wanting to take it into her mouth and suck it as he had sucked her breasts and nipples, desires real in her that she had only heard about and had been afraid of before. But no longer.

Jill pushed against the top of Jeff’s head, pushed his shoulders down, felt his weight against her moving down her body until he moved away from her and knelt at her feet. He lifted her foot and flicked his tongue rapidly over her toes, then brought her big toe into his mouth and sucked it, massaging her calf at the same time. He did the same with her other foot, again sucking the toe, and began kissing her feet, sucking her heels, licking her insteps, her insoles, working his way slowly up to her ankles, hands and lips and tongue all busy on her skin.

She couldn’t reach any part of him. She could only feel his ministrations and feel the frustration of being unable to touch him the way he was touching her. She put her hands on her breasts and began to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. But that was no good, Jeff’s touch was too insistent, and she raised her arms above her head and lay back, giving herself up to his attentions.

He had worked his way to her knees, finding sensual trigger points she had never imagined existed, sucking the inside of her knee and behind it. He turned her over so that she was face down and began moving his tongue slowly up the backs of her thighs while his hands massaged the flesh of her buttocks. His fingers ran lightly up the crack of her ass. His tongue traced the line of her bottom and flicked just once at her pussy.

He moved over her, bent to kiss the back of her neck, traced her spine with his tongue, ran his hands over her back and up and down her sides from her knees to her armpits, his fingers always coming back to her ass, forcing themselves between her thighs, fleetingly touching her pussy before moving somewhere else and then somewhere else again until her whole body had become one entire erogenous zone. There was nowhere that he might touch her now that would not send waves of sensuality through her.

He turned her back to face him, pulling her hands to him, sucking her fingers, licking her palms, the inside of her wrists, the bend of her elbows, and most wonderfully the hollows of her armpits. Then his mouth worked its way down, his tongue drawing a straight line from the base of her throat, down between her breasts, further down to her navel, finally to cross her slightly rounded abdomen and arrive at the spot where he had been intending to go all along.

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Joelle was barely 18; she had decided that she just needed to get away from her life for a while. Her mother was controlling and her father was clueless. If her mother had her way Joelle would be stuck wearing long unflattering dresses, no make up, and living the life similar to the Amish. Her parents did not know that for the last year Joelle had been wearing one outfit out of the house and changing at the gas station along the walk to school. Her parents would not even let her learn to drive. She had a running understanding with the man who ran the station during the day that she would leave her decent clothing at the station and change each morning.

It was a Friday night, only 6:30, but her parents thought that she was going to be in her room working on her homework for the rest of the evening. She had never actually left the house before nor had she done anything that would make her mother or father upset before, tonight was going to be different though. Tonight she was going to do something just for herself, to have fun, to actually get out and learn something of the world. Opening the window she climbed out.

She didn’t even worry about her parents seeing her as she walked down the street to the gas station. She walked straight in and to the back to the bathroom where her clothing was kept.

As she left the bathroom looking like someone new she heard her name called out.

“Joelle, what are you doing here at this time of the night? Shouldn’t you be locked in, so that the sin of the world doesn’t wash you away?”

“According to my parents I am working on homework, in preparation for finals coming up in a month. Honestly, Al, I needed to get out of there. I have decided to see what the world is actually like.”

Al did not really like hearing that such an innocent girl was going out on her own. Even her ‘unacceptable” clothing was modest, they were just tee-shirts and jeans. “Joelle honey, are you sure that you want to be doing this?”

“If I don’t do it now then I will just do it when I get to college and who knows what will happen there.”

“You don’t know what will happen hear either.” Al really did not want her going out by herself, he may let her use his station bathroom to change out of the horrible clothing her parents expected her to wear, he even took her few jeans and tee’s home with him and his wife, who knew the whole situation, washed them for her. Al made a snap decision. “Joelle, I cannot let you go out by yourself, me I am way too old to take you out to show you a bit of the world. I have a son who is home from college for the summer. I am going to go and call him, he can take you to a few places in town and let you get a small, and I do mean small, taste of life.”

Hearing that she would not be alone and lost looking from something that she did not know was a huge relief. In a moment of impulse she threw her arms around Al’s neck and gave him a hug as she thanked him for being so wonderful.

It was about half hour until Al’s son showed up at the station. Joelle was sitting behind the counter talking with Al when he walked in. “Hey Dad, Mom told me that you had a huge favor to ask me, but that I would not mind it that much. So what do you need . . . hey who is that sitting with you?”

“This is the favor that I need from you. Jeremiah meet Joelle. Joelle has lived a very sheltered life. She has not done many of the things that most teens do. She would like to experience some things before going to college so that she is not over whelmed and scared when she branches out by herself in a few months time. I promised her that you would take her out and about for the evening.”

Jeremiah stared at his father for a few moments. “I get to take the truck, and you’re paying right?”

Al did not comment, just pulled a set of keys from his pocket and tossed them to Jeremiah. Then he reached in a different pocket and handed Joelle $50.

“No, Al, no. I have money. It is ok.”

“Joelle, take the money, save yours. Who knows maybe you will find something that you like to do while you are out with Jeremiah and may want to sneak out again.” Al said as he closed Joelle’s fingers over the bills.

“Well, come on Mademoiselle. Let’s hit the town.” Jeremiah said as he walked toward the door to the station.

Joelle was excited; she had never actually thought that she would get up the nerve to go out by herself. She would probably have ended up at the library it Al had not gone all protective on her and required his son to take her out.

Jeremiah was holding open the passenger door for Joelle. “So how much did my father give us to spend?”

“$50,” Joelle said softly.

“Good, I am going to guess from what my father said about you being sheltered that you don’t have any clothing more suited for going out than that outfit there?”

“Ummm . . . not really.”

“No problem, we will just hit a discount store on the way. You can pick something out there.”

“Thank you Jeremiah, you have no clue how much this means Siirt Escort to me.”

“I have an idea, and please do not call me Jeremiah, only my parents call me by my full name any more, I go by JB.”

They road in silence on the way to the store, when they got there JB took Joelle in and together they went to the women’s section. “JB, I am going to have to ask you a huge favor.”

JB just cocked his head to the side, “What?”

“I . . . um . . . don’t know what to buy.”

JB looked over Joelle, taking in her form for the first time. She was probably about five foot seven, nice curves, and a very nice chest actually. With her soft reddish brown hair and light brown eyes she was very attractive. JB glanced at the clothing, grabbing her hand he took her to an area full of tank tops and other summer clothing. “Choose a top from here and either tighter jeans or a short skirt. You can’t go wrong. I am going to go look at the magazines near the check out. When you have decided what to go with we will go pay and then we can hit the town.”

Joelle wanted to go with something completely daring but was a little afraid, but then she decided that she was doing something that she never expected to do so why not dress like she had never planned to. Seeing a bright yellow halter top she knew instantly what shirt she was going with. Moving over to the jeans she chose a pair of blue jeans that were two sizes smaller than she usually wore. It had only taken her about 10 minuets to find her outfit. She walked quickly up to the magazines where JB was waiting for her. “I am ready.”

“Ok, let’s go pay and then you can go change in the bathroom.”

Joelle nodded and moved to the express lane. Setting her clothing down on the belt Joelle started getting excited all over again. She did not even notice when JB through a magazine down on the belt. She was hardly listening as the cashier told her the total; she just handed over $40 dollars and got her change back. Grabbing her clothing she told JB she would be right back.

“I’ll head out to the truck and pull it forward, meet me at the entrance that we came in.”

Joelle waved her acknowledgement as she went to change. When she was changed into her new outfit and looked at herself in the mirror she was completely shocked by how she looked. Smiling at her refection she left the bathroom and headed outside to find JB.

JB saw Joelle coming out of the store. He knew that she would look night but he did not expect exactly what he got. The jeans were not just tight but were form-fitting and had a worn look to them even though they were brand new, and the top fit her nicely especially across her chest. He could tell before that she had a nice rack but damn the shirt she chose made them look even better. As she got up to the side of the truck he leaned across and opened the door.

Joelle climbed in, “Ummm . . . JB did you grab a . . . ummm . . . magazine?”

“Talking about the Playboy? Yeah I did?”

After a few moments of silence Joelle simply said “ok.”

JB started laughing at her, “Are you embarrassed by a little pornography?”

“Honestly I don’t know. Where are we going to go?”

“Well that depends on what you want to do. I have a friend in the area that is having a party tonight, or we could go to a movie or something like that.” JB was not sure what he wanted her to choose, but he did know that he did not really want to have to share this beauty tonight.

“I don’t think that I want to go to a party, I mean I have never really been around people my age, and the thought of being around that many scares me.”

“Let us go out for dinner, and we can decide something from there. Now here is another choice for you, true teen meal, or something fancier?”

“I want to experience a true teen evening, so that would include a true teen meal right?”

JB smiled and pulled into the first fast food joint he saw. He ordered them both a burger, a fry to split and two chocolate milkshakes. As he ordered the food JB could not help but wonder how far he could get with this absolutely hot girl sitting next to him. Deciding to see how far he could push it he drove them to a small park that was deserted at 8 in the evening. It was still bright outside, being that it was spring and all. JB suggested that they eat in the box of the truck.

Joelle climbed out of the truck and moved around to the back JB was waiting for her when she got there and helped her in to the bed of the truck. She reached down to take the food from him. He also handed her the magazine. When she looked down at him with a quizzical expression he told her it was dinner reading.

The two sat side by side as they ate their food. About half way through the meal JB pick up the Playboy and opened it to the story with pictures that is in every issue. This one was of a couple fucking on a swing set. JB read the story lines out loud to Joelle so all she had to do was focus on the pictures. He hoped that this was turning her Sinop Escort on as much as it was him.

“I have never seen anything like this. Does your penis look like that one?” Joelle was mortified to hear herself ask JB that. She had known him for 2 hours and she was asking about his penis.

JB almost choked on his milkshake when Joelle asked him about his penis, but he decided to use that for his favor. “Would you like to see?”

Joelle’s blush got even deeper she figured that this would be her only chance so she nodded and looked down at JB’s lap.

“Well, if I am going to show you my cock, I think it is only fair that you show me your tits. Deal?”

“Deal, but you first.”

JB unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then lifted his ass so he could slide his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free and stood at attention like a good little soldier.

Joelle was mesmerized by the sight of JB’s cock, it was not as long as the one in the pictures but it was thicker, she had the sudden urge to reach out and touch it. Before she could stop herself she did just that. She ran her fingers over his heated hard flesh amazed that his penis felt so hard yet so soft all at the same time.

“Ok, mon Amour, you need to stop that, and fair is fair how about you remove the top now.”

As Joelle was reaching behind her neck to until the stings holding the shirt up, she asked JB, “Parle vous François?”

“Un pue.”

Joelle laughed softly as she lowered her shirt revealing her bared breasts.

“Very nice.” JB caressed one, since she did not comment or even stiffen up when he started to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb JB opted to try to go one step farther. He lowered his head and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. As he did he could feel Joelle’s hands holding his head against her as she moaned deeply.

Having JB’s mouth on her breast felt so good, no wonder people gave into the temptation of the flesh.

JB pulled his mouth off of Joelle’s tit and told her that he wanted to make love to her, right here in the bed of the truck, where no one who knew them would see them. As he said this he moved a hand down to rub over her pussy through her jeans.

“What your doing feels so good JB. If you can make it even better I will let you do anything that you want to me.” Joelle could not believe what she was saying to JB, all she knew is that her body needed something and he seemed to know what it would be. Joelle could see the Playboy where it had fell between them when JB slid his pants down. It was on a picture of a couple performing oral sex on each other. “Could we try that?” she asked pointing at the magazine.

JB almost shouted with joy when he saw the picture she was referring to, he wanted to feel her lips on his cock but he had decided not to ask her to suck him tonight, afraid it would scare her. “Hell yes we can!” JB pulled his shirt off then helped her take the rest of her clothing off. He laid down in the truck bed and told her to climb on top of him like the woman in the picture.

Joelle did as JB told her. She could feel JB spreading her legs even farther apart than she had. Tentatively she stuck her tongue out and licked the head of his penis. She head JB groan right before he licked her entire pussy flicking his tongue on her clit. Joelle gasped and then continued licking JB’s penis.

JB was a little surprised how wet her pussy was. Her juices tasted so good as they coated his tongue. Joelle had not even been sucking on him for two minuets when JB knew that if she went much farther he was going to cum before anything really exciting took place, hell she hadn’t even taken his cock inside her mouth, she had only licked and sucked on the head. “Joelle, mon Amour, I have a wonderful idea, since you seem to like this position from the pictures how about we look at the rest of the pictures in the magazine and we can try a couple more, how does that sound?”

Joelle started to move off of JB. “As long as you promise that you will not do anything that will hurt me.”

Pulling Joelle over onto his lap JB whispered in her ear, “I would never hurt you, mon Amour.” He opened the magazine from the beginning, even though he knew that the first half would be women touching themselves, hell maybe he could get her to masturbate for him.

Joelle gasped at one of the pictures, it depicted a woman putting a ten inch dildo in her pussy. As they kept looking at the pictures JB started to rub his hands along her sides. When they got back to the story of the couple fucking in the park JB could feel Joelle’s pussy juices coating his lap, damn this girl was so very aroused, he could probably stick his cock in her with out her hardly noticing right now.

“JB could we try this?” Joelle asked pointing to a photo.

JB was a little surprised to realize that he had not been paying any attention to the photo’s that she was flipping through, but then again he had a hot woman sitting on his lap coating Şırnak Escort it in hot pussy juice. Looking down at the picture JB smile, the couple was in a reverse missionary style with the woman on top of the man. “I will not say no to anything that you want this night, mon Amour.”

As JB laid back in the bed again he realized that he did not have any condoms, but all the sudden he did not care if he got her pregnant, a vision of Joelle round with his seed made him even harder, damn he was falling in love, and he had only known this girl a few hours. He pulled Joelle over him and told her to start with she would have to kneel over him and slide her pussy down his cock. As she moved into the position that he described, JB helped to guide his cock to her slit.

She started to move slowly down his cock marveling at the feeling. When he was only a little ways inside her she felt something solid blocking his entrance.

JB felt the barrier of her virginity at the same time that she did. Knowing that she was not going to know that she had to break through the barrier he put his hands on her waist and pulled her down a little as he slammed his cock into her all the way.

Joelle felt a slight sting but that soon gave way to the incredible feeling of his cock being all the way inside of her.

“Ok, now lay down on top of me and move your ass up and down,” JB whispered to her. As she started to move JB knew that it was going to be over for him pretty quickly. Reaching between their bodies he started to rub her clit in time with the motion of her ass. Soon she was moaning and gasping loudly, her hips and ass moving quickly against him.

“Oh oh, that feels so, ohmmmmmm, good.” Joelle gasped out. She had never experienced anything like this in the past.

JB stared up at Joelle watching her face as she neared climax. As she screamed out in pleasure her pussy squeezed down against his cock. The feeling of her tight pussy getting even tighter against him caused JB to cum.

Joelle was breathing hard as she completely collapsed against JB. She could hardly believe that she had just had sex with a guy that she had just met.

JB wrapped his arms around Joelle’s back, whispering in her ear, “You were so awesome. I have never experienced anything quit like that before mon Amour.” JB just held her for a few moments. “Let’s get dressed and maybe head somewhere else.”

Joelle nodded but did not make any motions to climb off of JB. “You make a comfortable bed.” Slowly she slide to the side of JB and reached for her halter top. Sliding it over her head she started pulling her clothing on.

After they were both dressed JB jumped out of the bed of the truck and reached up to help Joelle down. Pulling her body against his so that she slid down his body as he set her on her feet. Walking her to the passenger door JB helped Joelle get back into the truck. Walking around the truck JB climbed in. “Joelle, mon Amour, I want to keep seeing you. I really like you, and not just because you had sex with me.”

“Well, I don’t know how often I will be able to get out of my parents house. They may be completely behind the times but my mother is not quit as dense as my father. If I sneak out too often my mother will learn something is wrong. But I do want to see you too.” Joelle reached over and clasped her hand against JB’s. “I don’t want to go home yet. Take me somewhere we can be together alone.”

“How about this, we go back to the station and I’ll tell Dad that since he was nice enough to let us use the truck and have fifty bucks that we will watch the station until it closes at midnight. Since it is only going on 9:30 it will be 10 when we get to the station. Hardly anyone comes into the station after 9 any ways. Does that sound ok?”

“Yeah, I would like to help give Al an evening off. Do you think he will care if I stay there for a few hours with you?”

“If he doesn’t ask we won’t tell.”

The two talked happily together on the drive to the station. Together they walked in to the station.

Al was expecting an irate Jeremiah to be coming to the station pretty soon, he knew it was not right to volunteer your own children to escort people about, but he really like Joelle and did not want to see her get hurt. He was not surprised to see his truck slam into a parking spot on the side of the building. He saw a girl wearing tight blue jeans and a yellow halter top jump out of the truck and walk around to join Jeremiah. Al started to feel a little upset. If Jeremiah had dumped Joelle somewhere and hooked up with some other girl, he was going to have to beat some sense into him.

JB smiled at Joelle as she joined him, “Let’s go let Dad go home and surprise Mom.” They hurried towards the door to the station. JB could see that his dad was upset about something, but he was not sure what. He had just opened the door to let Joelle inside when his dad started yelling.

“Where and why did you ditch Joelle? I thought I told you that she was from a sheltered background?” Al yelled at Jeremiah.

“Al, hey Al!” Joelle said cutting into his tirade.

Al stopped yelling and actually looked at the girl beside Jeremiah. “Joelle, honey, I didn’t recognize you in that outfit with your hair like that. Sorry Jeremiah.”

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Jarhead on the Loose Ch. 03: A Little Help

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The last time I’d thought about a Marine recruiter was when I talked to the one who had ultimately signed up me as brand-new member of the USMC, or Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children as some of us would say. So I was a little surprised, five years later and two years into my second hitch, having been a buck sergeant for both of them, I found myself standing in my First Sergeant’s office clutching a set of orders that were sending me to recruiting school. I was upset and he was blasé.

“Don’t sweat it, Jakowitz,” he was saying. “Everyone has to do a B-billet tour during their career. This is yours.”

“Yeah, but…” I crunched my dark brows together into an even deeper frown. “But I was putting in for DI duty.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “That told Headquarters Marine Corps that you were ready to get out of your current job and head out for something challenging. Apparently, they have enough wanna-be-DIs, what they need are sweet-talkers.” He grinned. “Just remember to keep your dick in your pants.”

I looked up from the orders, puzzled at the implication.

“What?”

“Jackowitz, you’re a good Marine, but sometimes…”,” he slowly shook his head. “You’ll be working out in the civie world, Jak, talking to all kinds of people but mostly folks not too much different age-wise than you.”

I just looked at him.

“Kids in school,” he said. I nodded.

“Teachers in those schools,” he continued. “Some in their first jobs.” He grinned.

I nodded again.

“Mommies of those kids,” his eye brows went up as if he was hinting at something.

I shook my head, still not getting whatever he was driving at.

He rubbed his jaw with a sun browned hand, looking at me.

“Sergeant Jakowitz, I think our time here is done.” His tone was no longer chummy. “You are in receipt of orders detaching from this command in 45 days. You will, in that time, clear up any loose ends that are best handled by you and not your replacement. You are authorized five days of leave. I recommend you do not take it, save it for later. I’ll see you again when you have your check-out sheet. Roger, that?

“Oo-rah, First Sar’nt” I replied, coming to attention before about facing and striding away. I paused in the passage way and made my way to the administration section.

“Hey, Jak, how’s it hanging?” This from behind the counter, said by the admin chief, Sergeant Jeff Banning, one of my peers.

“Oh, not much, just the Commandant of Marines has apparently decided to snatch me off the drill field and put me on civie streets.”

He was nonplussed. “They kickin’ you out?”

“Worse,” I grunted, “I’m gonna be a recruiter.”

Banning grew a big grin. “Better you than me, my friend, better you than me. Kinnard,” he spoke over his shoulder, “help out the poor man.”

“Will do,” came a quick reply in very non-male voice.

He went away and a short blonde woman, early 20s, her shape well disguised by the loose camouflage uniforms we all wore, rose from behind a beat-up government issue desk piled high with papers waiting to be turned into some kind of electronic records that made up the bulk of an admin clerk’s job.

She was a sharp lance corporal, a loaner from Division, sent down to show our guys how the new computer system worked. Since we only had three clerks the training didn’t take much time and now she was waiting for the remainder of her temporary duty to expire by helping out.

I had to admit, she was easier on the eyes than any of the regulars, what with them being male and all. I catalogued what I was seeing. About five-two, about one-twenty tops, athletic enough to be a Marine, hair pulled back into an easily maintained French braid, just a touch of make-up on a slightly bent nose, round cheeks and soft looking lips. Pale blue eyes looked at me.

“Whatcha got, sergeant?”

“Orders.” I said, pushing the creased document at her.

She picked it up and read. Her mouth screwed a little and wrinkled her nose in a way I found rather enticing. She was admin, I was with the troops so our paths had never crossed before.

“Not just orders,” she said as she read, “TemAdminIns orders.”

“Whatever,” I replied. “I’m still outta here.”

“Yes and no,” she said, looking up into my eyes. I began to wonder what she looked like with her hair down. “Yes, you will be detached from this command, but you’ll be in a limbo. You report to recruiter school as a student, not as a permanent cadre. Once you finish school you’ll be shipped out to your real unit, somewhere else.”

“Yeah?” I said, sarcasm heavy in my tone. “Fucked is fucked. There goes my campaign cover,” referring to the distinctive head gear worn by DIs.

She gave me an obvious checking out and shrugged. “Wow, you certainly don’t look it.”

“Look what?” I asked, mystified.

She quickly looked around before bringing her face closer.

“Gay.” She smiled at my shocked expression. “It’s okay with me, no skin off my nose. I like competition.”

“I’m not -” I started to said loudly and then dropped my voice to a whisper, ” – gay!”

She frowned and tilted her head. Rize Escort “Then why would you rather spend your time with smelly confused teen-aged boys than hanging out with perfumed hot chicks?”

“What are you talking about, lance corporal?”

“Sure,” she said writing on a piece of paper. “You could go down to MCRD and scream yourself hoarse on the parade deck every day. Or,” she said, finishing writing, “you could have a lot of fun and get paid for it.” She pushed the paper at me.”

“That’s my number. Give me a call and we can talk about it, in the meantime…” and she proceeded to fill me in on my obligations and responsibilities in accordance with my orders. She knew her stuff, that’s for sure.

I didn’t call her. I had too much to do. Instead I muttered dark curses as I worked to eliminate problems I had known about but always figured I could put off until tomorrow. Suddenly I was out of tomorrows and I didn’t want my replacement to suffer on my account.

Now and then I had to go back to admin land and Kinnard would lift her eyebrows and tilt her chin. The message was clear, she expected to have a chat with me. I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say. As far as I was concerned, I was getting screwed. Every Marine admires the drill instructor that controls everything that happens in a recruit’s life. That DI presents as the perfect Marine. Not a friend, not Mr Easy, not a tyrant, but a professional imbuing all the qualities of a Marine and, even when screaming in your ear or kicking sand into your face, you know is only trying to make you into something only a few people can be – a United States Marine.

Now, instead of being THAT guy, I was supposed to be Mr Easy, the smiling, joking recruiter. I thought back to mine and tried to find one Marine thing about him other than the hair cut and uniform. Nope, it wasn’t there. I just knew I was going to hate my next job. Kinard eventually returned to her parent command and I walked a little easier.

Finally, my last day with my command came. I was leaving on a Friday and didn’t report report to school until Monday. The previous week had been spent severing the many small ties that had bound me. I picked up my medical records. I gave up my weapon. I turned in all my “deuce” gear, or as some people might say: war-fighting equipment. I paid my NCO club bar tab. I locked my barracks door and flipped my key to the building manager. I had one last stop to make and I was no longer part of the Fleet Marine Corps, the war fighting, battle winning, part of the USMC. I wanted to puke.

I shook hands with my old drinking buddy, Jeff Banning, when I turned in my check-out sheet, the document that certified I no longer had any connections with the command.

“You take care, Jak,” he said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Jeff,” I laughed, “you’re a drunken pervert ex-con! What’s left that you haven’t done?”

“Well,” he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, “I can think of one.”

“No, I don’t wanna hear about your Momma!”

“Actually, I was thinking about yours.”

I laughed as I walked away, feeling an odd ache inside. I was alone.

“Say ‘hi’ to Kinnard for me,” I heard him say as I passed through the door.

I pulled up short and started to turn when a familiar voice grabbed my reigns.

“Jakowitz, get your dumb Pollack ass in here!”

“Yes, First Sergeant!” Even if he was no longer MINE, Marines don’t blow off the summons of a First Sergeant.

He was already up and had his hand out.

“You’re a good jarhead and a good NCO, Jak,” he said as he tried to reduce the bones in my hand to powder. “This command’s loss is someone else’s gain.”

I was taken aback. “Thank you, First Sarn’t. Any chance I can -“

“No, now get on with the rest of your career.” He gave my shoulder a small squeeze that sent a small jolt of pain to my wrist. “And don’t forget my advice.”

He pushed me through the door before I can ask any questions.

I stood in the parking lot and gave the battalion area one last look. It was run-down, ragged around the edges, originally intended for half as many troops until better facilities could be built, and was living proof that nothing is so permanent in the government as temporary. It had been home for three years and I didn’t want to let it go.

“Hey, Jak!” The voice was familiar. I looked around. A woman, wearing a pair of sunglasses and tube top under a loose shirt over a pair of Capri pants, was leaning against a car as if waiting. I looked harder. She was short, her blonde hair hung to just past her shoulders, good sized breasts pushed against the top and hips filled out the pants really well. She reached up and took off the shades. Pale blue eyes looked at me.

“You never called,” she said.

“Kinnard!”

“Yeah, ‘Kinnard’. Some people call me Debby.”

“Look, Lance Corporal Kinnard, I appreciate -“

“Sergeant Jakowitz, “she interrupted. “I’m trying to do both of us a favor. How about you follow me, we’ll have some coffee, you listen to what I have to say and maybe, just MAYBE, you won’t report into Sakarya Escort recruiting school with such a shitty attitude they just toss you out with a black mark in your SRB that will take you years to recover from?”

I stared at her, thinking.

“Okay, it seems you think it is so important, I guess it won’t hurt to listen.”

“Thank you, Jak.”

On the drive off the base I considered ditching her. I knew the place like the back of my hand, there’s no way should could have found me if I wanted to disappear. A few things kept her tail lights and license plate in my windshield. She believed what she had to say was important. She hadn’t been pushy, and I didn’t want to hear it, but she had made this extra effort and it would be rude not to hear her out. Besides, I didn’t mind a closer look at what had spent weeks hiding behind shapeless camouflage.

We went through the small military down that springs up outside of every gate that had ever been built. I expected her to pull into a diner, but she turned off the main drag and I found myself pulling into a dirt driveway of a beat-up house.

“You live off-base?” I said getting out of my car next to hers. Surprise was in my voice.

“A few of us girls rent the place.”

“They let you?” The ‘they’ I referred to was not her room-mates, but her command who normally denies unmarried junior troops the privilege of living off base. Hell, I lived in the barracks and I was a damned NCO.

She smiled. “Oh, they don’t have a problem with it. It’s either that or let us swim in a big ol’ pool of testosterone every night. Come in, ain’t nobody here but us two. I’ll make the coffee.”

The place was old, the furniture third hand in some cases, but it was clean and neat. I don’t know if I expected to find bras and panties tossed everywhere, but I found myself a little tense. She skipped the nickel tour and went straight to the kitchen. The counter appliances were new even if the stove looked like a converted wood-burner.

“Have a seat,” she motioned to the dinette set. She started collecting the bits and pieces needed for brewing a pot. I sat, my eyes following her. Her butt was a bit out of proportion but that kinda comes with the military lifestyle. Someone once told me it was because we feed women men’s rations. All I know is that one of the old-time terms for a woman in the Marine Corps was BAM – broad assed Marine. Hers wasn’t broad but packed some extra cushion.

“Why didn’t you call?” she said, filling the pot from the spigot.

“Didn’t seem to have a point.”

She leaned against the sink, the pot of water resting easy in her hand. “A girl gives you her number and you don’t see a point to it?” The window behind her lighted up her blouse and accentuated the curves of her torso.

“I knew you wanted to talk about recruiting and I… well, I just wasn’t in the mood.”

“For 45 days you haven’t been in the mood? Hmmm…”

I don’t like having my decisions questioned, especially by a lance corporal. I felt my bood rise.

“Look, Kinnard -“

She cut me off. “Debby.”

“What?”

“In my house, I’m Debby.” She waved the pot. “Out there I’ll be super-admin clerk Lance Corporal Schmuckatelly if you want, but here,” she poured the water into the reservoir. “I’m a girl named Debby.”

She spooned some ground coffee into the basket. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She flipped the on switch. “And it’s okay if I call you Kevin, right?”

I frowned at her. She laughed.

“Yeah, I expected that, Kev.” She ignored my bristles. “Such a hard-ass.”

She walked over and sat beside me. “We’ve got about ten minutes before the coffee is ready. That should be plenty of time for us to talk.”

I held up my hand. “First off, why are you doing this?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” She took my hand and pulled it to the table top. “Why don’t I tell you later? It will make more sense.”

I didn’t like it, but I agreed. The coffee maker began to huff and puff.

“Tell me, Kev, why did you join the Corps?”

“To hit back,” I said.

She nodded. “It shows. You’ve got a good reputation for being serious about your troops and their training. You don’t have any problems with the idea of killing people, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think I do?”

I conjured up an image of her decked out in deuce gear, teeth fixed in a death dealing rictus grin, ramming a bayonet into a Haji. It fell apart under the strain.

“You aren’t me,” I said.

Her eyes opened wider. “Damn, this might be easier than I thought.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, tracing a finger tip over the knuckles of the hand she had captured, “none of us are you. Some are like you, but you and them are more the exceptions, not the rules.”

“Maybe so,” I said.

“And, really,” she continued, “the idea of being a DI is about making more copies of you, kids who show up all squishy and you get to make them into a Marine, with yourself as the mold.”

She had found a sore point and I didn’t like Samsun Escort it.

“Relax your hand,” she said, stroking the back. “You have to think about being a recruiter. You have to think about being among people who don’t think your first name is ‘sergeant’ and call you ‘Kevin’ because that is what it is. You have to think about talking to people who don’t HAVE to listen, who can say ‘bullshit’ to your face and walk away. Have you ever seen a recruit do that?”

“Of course not.”

“No, because by the time they get to MCRD they are committed. Well, as much as they can be, given what little they know. They want to be Marines and the DIs use that desire. It’s going to be your job to get them to start believing they want to be one so when you talk to Jimmy and Bobby they are going to call you Kevin and you are going to have to like it.

“I like my name.”

“But you didn’t – don’t like me using it, do you, Kevin?”

I grew uncomfortable. I was a sergeant, she was a junior troop. There were rules.

“Relax, Kev. I’m on your side. You’re a great Marine. Everyone can see that. But…”

“But what?”

“You’ve got a stick up your ass.”

“WHAT?”

“Those aren’t my words,” she laughed at my reaction.

“Whose then?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she was still laughing and tugging at my hand. “Calm down.”

“I kind of agree with him,” she continued but this time she was taking each of my fingers and playing with them. I was wondering how many messages were being delivered. “And I think it would be a shame for you to screw up before you get started.”

“Girl, you aren’t making sense.”

“Progress! You know I’m a girl!” She had a great smile. “Seriously, though, I was told that one of the first things that happens to recruiting school students when they report in is that they are judged and weighed on the spot. If you are smiling, cheerful, motivated – you’re in group A. If you look gloomy, angry, or in general like you want to be somewhere else, you go into group B. Almost everyone from group A graduates and is successful. Group B has a much lower success rate. Group A continues with good careers, group B suffers. Group A gets a pass on somethings, group B never does.”

She paused her fingerplay.

“Which group do you want to be in, Kevin?”

My mind was going over the last 45 days. I thought about the way people had been treating me, about the way I had treated them. I had been a dick. I didn’t want to give up the drill field, I didn’t want to go out into the unwashed masses. With a start I realized I had spent a lot of my last few weeks in my old command as a whiner.

“Ohhh, fuck…” I groaned.

“You see it, don’t you?” she whispered. “You see the hole you dug for yourself?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

She started down the logic trail. “You want to be a Marine. DI’s are Marines, the BEST Marines. You want to be one of them, not a… a… SALESman. Not some goof who lets people call them by his first name! God no! Can’t have that? That’s not respectful! That’s not what we DO in the Corps, is it?”

“Hey, I get the point, I do,” I growled trying to pull my hand back.

“I believe you do,” she said, clamping down on my hand. “But that’s not the same thing as changing your attitude and that’s what has to turn around.”

“I can do it,” I insisted.

“Not in three days,” she countered. “You need a change of perspective. You need to see what you can get out of this, not what you’re losing.”

“I don’t see what you mean. What can I get out of this besides staying in the Corps without being a fuck-up?”

“Have you ever thought about what it takes to be a recruiter?”

“Never have.”

“Let’s try something. A role-play. I’ve only been in for a year and a half so I remember what it was like to be just a civilian. Try to recruit me.”

“What? You want me to do what?”

“Convince me I want to be a Marine. Come on, you know it can be done, somebody out there already did. See if you can.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know anything.”

“About the Marines, you mean? I won’t hold that against you, but I’ll call bullshit if you lie to me. Okay; go.”

“Go?”

“Start! Pretend … uhm, I’m at the mall and I walked up to you and asked about why you have a red stripe in your pants.”

“Oh, that’s easy, it’s called a ‘blood stripe’ and -“

She started to snore. “Is that the best you got? ‘Blood stripe’? You’re not supposed to be giving me a Marine history class! I didn’t walk up the whole Marine Corps, I walked up to you! Something about you got me and I gave you an opening. Come on, Marine, turn it into something more! Sell me!”

Shit, I sat there thinking I had no idea where to start. I replayed the situation. Girl walks up to me in the mall and asks why I’ve got red stripes on my pants. Okay, let’s try this…

I started a dialogue with my prospective recruit by flipping the question around, challenging her to explain why she cared. She responded by saying she could accept the red and blue but it clashed with the shirt color. That led into a discussion about the things pinned to the shirt and that went into the jobs Marines do and that went into where Marines go and that got into what it takes to BE a Marine and the kind of people we want and that’s when Debby started laughing just as the coffee beeped it was ready for drinking.

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Jenny’s DVD Player

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I met Jenny at the fitness club, we attended the same workout session. She was a stunning blond with a great figure, which she obviously looked after. I could not help but steal a surepticeous glance whenever I could at her perfect legs. Sometimes during floor exercises I could sneak a look and see the camel toe perfectly outlined under her workout gear. I had to figure a way of getting to know this woman. I wanted to fuck her badly. Let me rephrase that, I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way. No wait, I just wanted to fuck her. Oh well you get the picture I hope.

My lucky break came when we were paired together for a workout session of boxing using the hand pads. She mentioned that she was having trouble with a new DVD player, so I offered to have a look at it for her. We arranged for me to go to her place the next Saturday afternoon.

Saturday finally arrived and I headed to Jenny’s place with some basic tools. Jenny opened the door dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans, high heel sandals and a white silk blouse with the top buttons undone revealing the top of her lace bra. Her beautiful hair fell around her shoulders framing her lovely face. She had a small amount of makeup on, highlighting her striking blue eyes.

Giving me a peck on the cheek she invited me in.

“Thanks so much for coming round to do this,” she said.

I followed her into the town house.

“I’ve just got back from shopping so your timing is great! I’m ready for a cuppa’, can I get you one too?”

“OK thanks, tea would be great.” I followed her to the kitchen, feasting my eyes on her cute bottom.

We chatted as she made tea, I struggled to keep my eyes on her face and not let them wander to her breasts, it wasn’t too much of a struggle though, she was easy to look at!

“So you went shopping, what did you buy?” I asked.

“I’ve been looking for a pair of shoes for ages and I finally found the ones I wanted, perfect fit, perfect height, perfect colour… tell you what, I’ll model them for you later if you like.”

“OK, great, can’t wait for that.”

We took out teas to the lounge room where she showed me the DVD player still in the box.

“My ex was going to come and do this but he’s been such an arsehole lately I didn’t want him near the place.”

“I Trabzon Escort understand” I said “this shouldn’t take too long.” I opened the box and went through the list of equipment inside.

“All right, you get started and I’ll go and change into my new shoes.”

“This aught to be sweet,” I thought as I watched her walk from the room.

I got busy setting up the player and I was sitting on the floor in front of the TV when Jenny walked back into the room. She had changed into a short blue skirt, stockings and a pair of royal blue high heel pumps. Now, I’m leg man from way back and this lady had the best set of legs I’d seen in a long while. I gave a short intake of breath as she walked to the centre of the room and turned around. She looked stunning, my cock twitched in my pants as I watched her move.

“What do you think?” she asked.

It was like getting permission to take as long a look as I liked instead of the surepticious glances. I let my eyes wander from her feet to her face, then back to her great legs.

“Fantastic, the shoes really show off your great legs,!”

“Thanks, do you like the colour?” she replied.

“I love the colour, love the outfit!”

“In that case I’ll leave them on for a while, I have to break the shoes in anyway, do you think you can concentrate on the job?” she asked.

“It will be difficult,” I laughed, “but I’ll try.”

I watched as Jenny picked up the tea cups, she had her back to me as she bent from the waist with her legs slightly spread giving me a great view up her skirt. The stockings were thigh highs, and she had on a pair of white silky looking panties. I kept watching as she strode to the kitchen, I was starting to get a bit of a boner, and I was sure she knew I would be watching when she bent over.

When she came back I was sitting on the couch with the remote for the DVD player in my hand.

“All done.” I said.

“If you’ve got a DVD I’ll show you how it works.”

She went to the wall unit and got a DVD movie which I inserted into the machine. She sat next to me on the couch, close enough so that her leg brushed against me. I quickly explained the operation of the remote control and handed her the unit. She placed a hand on my thigh, “thanks so much for setting this up, Tunceli Escort I don’t know how I’m going to repay you.”

I decided it was now or never and said, “how about repaying me with a kiss?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said and leaned closer to me. Our lips met in a gentle soft kiss, her arm going around my neck as I rested my hand on her stockinged thigh. Jenny broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“More?” she said.

“More, much more” I replied and kissed her again, her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into my mouth, we kissed passionately for a few minutes as she held me tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest.

When our lips finally parted she said, “How’s that for a first instalment?”

“That was fantastic,” I replied. “When do I get the next instalment?”

Jenny looked at me for a few seconds and then said “OK here’s the deal. If we are going to take this any further you have to agree on some rules” she kissed my lips again and continued “no falling in love with me, and I won’t fall in love with you, I’m just going to use you for sex… as for the rest we’ll make it up as we go along.” I could not believe my ears, this gorgeous woman wanted to use me for sex, it’s like every mans dream come true. All I could do was nod my head, I’m sure my shit eating grin was all Jenny needed for confirmation of my acceptance.

Jenny stood and held out her hand and led me to the bedroom where she stood close to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I held her close to me and we kissed once again. Our lips stayed locked together as she fumbled with my belt and I undid the buttons on her blouse, and found the zip on the skirt. We continued undressing each other then fell onto the bed, laying side by side her hands fondling my cock and balls while I gently pushed my finger between her pussy lips to find her clit.

“So, where would you like to start Derek?” she said.

“I’m rather fond of the sixty nine position actually,” I replied.

“Hmmm sounds like a plan!” she said “it’s one of my favourites too.” Then after giving me a deep passionate kiss she started to work her way down my body kissing me as she went till her mouth came to my cock. Jenny lifted her leg over me lowering her cunt towards my waiting mouth Zonguldak Escort while she slowly sucked my cock into her mouth.

I went to work on her pussy savouring the sweet aroma and pushing my tongue as far as possible into her then licking down to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Meanwhile her lovely mouth was teasing and sucking on my cock and occasionally engulfing me completely. After ten or so minutes of this Jennie said

“Oh Derek, I’m so close to coming I want your cock inside me now!” She rolled off and straddled me guiding my cock into her waiting cunt, she slowly lowered herself down while I reached up and held her breasts and played with her nipples. She started to buck on top of me and I met her with thrusts of my own getting my cock as far into her as possible, she started to shudder as her orgasm built so I let myself go and we came together, me thrusting into her while her cunt clamped on my cock. We rolled over and kissed once more before Jenny got up to go to the bathroom to clean up.

I lay back on the bed with my head over the edge and when Jenny came back she spread her legs either side of my head and lowered her pussy once more to my waiting tongue. We moved back onto the bed and once more she started licking and sucking on my cock till it was hard once more.

I rolled her over and lifted her legs onto my shoulders then I placed a pillow under her bum to give my cock better access to her cunt. I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, pulling back till the head of my cock was just at the entrance to her tunnel, then slowly entering her once more till I was fully engulfed. Jenny reached between us and held on to my balls, effectively pulling me in deeper and pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. I was close to coming again and told her so.

She moved her legs and wrapped them around my waist as our rhythm increased its pace. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried as I slammed my prick deep into her pussy as I came, shooting several thick jets of jism deep into her dripping snatch.

We both got cleaned up once more sharing a shower together. Back in the lounge room, and dressed once more, Jenny kissed me goodbye, giving my cock a gentle squeeze through my jeans. “I’ll call you next time I have a technical problem,” she said.

As I drove home the phone rang, I saw on the display that it was Jenny calling, “missing me already?” I asked.

“Hello darling” she replied. “Yes I am! How are you with spas? I think the filter might need fixing soon….”

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Jack and the Airhostess

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Jack always left the house at least 6 hours before any flight. He found that he preferred to sit in the airport for a good 4 hours before his flight than run late and stress about the flight. So, when he had to get to the airport for 2 pm on Monday afternoon for a flight to London, he left for the airport shortly after 8 am in a cab. He relaxed in the back seat and pulled out his laptop, hoping to finish off a presentation he was due to give in London the following day at a conference.

Jack was 32 years old, tall at just under 6 feet tall and handsome. His hair was a dark chestnut, with bright green eyes with a hint of gold in them. He had just come out of a 6-year long relationship, Jack’s former girlfriend Leanne wasn’t the most supportive of girlfriends for his career, and then he found out she had been cheating on him. He wasn’t even mad about her cheating, he knew the relationship was over for months, and her cheating offered the perfect excuse to break up.

The 2-hour journey proved to be unproductive though. He barley slept the night before because of nerves about the presentation. This was one of the most important jobs he’d ever been assigned by his boss – if the presentation went well, he would be bringing in a contract worth millions to his company. He would secure a promotion to Associate Director, and be the youngest executive in his company’s history. His career as an Investment banker would shoot through the roof.

As he pulled into the airport, he gathered his bags and paid the driver. He gave him a generous tip – he was a believer in karma, and tomorrow was the day he needed the best of luck.

Walking into the airport, suddenly someone bumped into him hard. His laptop bag went flying, and the woman that walked into him stumbled and fell.

“Sorry, oh sorry! Didn’t see you there! I’m running late!” She said in a heavy English accent, gathering up her bag and standing back up. She went over to grab Jack’s bag, but he got there first.

“Not to worry, I’m Ok! Are you alright?” He replied.

“Yes I’m fine, thank you. Need to get going though, hope you have a safe flight!” And with that she was gone.

Jack stood there looking out for her as she practically ran away. She was gorgeous he thought, about 5′ 8″, with thick, long blonde hair falling down her back in lazy ringlets. He was instantly mesmerized.

He realised that he had just been standing there for close to a minute. He shook his head slightly to gather his thoughts, grabbed his suitcase and made his way to security. Once in the duty free area, he browsed a while through the scents and decided to buy himself a bottle of cologne. To him it smelled of power, he hoped to exude that tomorrow.

Jack went to Starbucks, grabbed a large triple shot americano and settled down for some work. Whilst preparing his presentation, he kept getting distracted thinking about that blonde English lady. Every time he glimpsed blonde hair he’d look up, hoping to see her, wishing she had missed her flight so he could find her again. He realised the unlikeliness and selfishness if those thoughts, so he tried to refocus his attention.

He didn’t understand what it was about her that intrigued him so much. He had dated his fair share of women, even dated an underwear model, arguably the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He didn’t consider himself a womanizer, he had never relentlessly perused or been obsessed by a woman, but with the blonde lady he felt confused. He knew he had to meet her again.

Once he saw the announcement for his flight, Jack gathered all his stuff and headed to the gate. He was flying first class – a courtesy by his company, hoping to help him rest and be comfortable for his presentation the next day.

Soon he was allowed onto the plane. Once through the gate and walking towards the plane, his heart stopped.

There she was.

She was dressed in the red uniform of a Virgin air hostesses. Her beautiful hair was tucked into a neat bun at the back of her head. And the widest smile lit her face as their eyes met.

As he reached her, words failed him. She welcomed him onto the plane, and when he didn’t react, she gently tugged the ticket out of his hand.

“Seat 3A, First Class, right over here, Mr Wilson.” She said with a smile. She led him to his seat, and as he stowed away his bag she whispered “sorry for running into you earlier, I was late for work!”

“Not a problem, no lasting damage done” he said with a smile.

She laughed and walked back to the front to welcome more passengers on-board. Jack sat down, took out his laptop but didn’t turn it on. He looked at the air hostess and smiled – he couldn’t believe his luck.

Slowly the plane started filling with passengers, and another air hostess served Jack his first glass of champagne. He gave it a tiny sip, and quickly drained half a glass, it was excellent! By the time the plane was getting ready for take-off, he was finishing his second glass, and kept staring at the blonde beauty. He was pleased to notice that she kept maraş escort glancing towards him too.

After the plane took off, Jack saw her approach him, smiling gently.

“Hey, just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Selina Jenkins, it’s nice to meet you Mr Wilson.” She held out her hand.

“Nice to meet you Selina, please call me Jack” he said, shaking her hand.

“So, what brings you to London? I’m guessing it’s business, right?”

“Yeah you’re right,’ replied Jack ‘I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh nice, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an investor banker, working for a firm in New York. If I win the contract I’ll also work in London, so you’ll hopefully see me more often” he winked at her.

Selina seemed to blush little bit, and laughed. “I mainly work this route, so I should hopefully see you more often.”

They talked for ages, getting to know each other. Selina had her duties to do, but she seemed to get them done as fast as possible to return to speak with Jack. She would sit on the empty seat next to him, and talk about her job and life. Jack learned that she had been an air hostess for the past 2 years and loved her job, but it was also the reason she had broken up with her former boyfriend. He didn’t like her being away so often, and couldn’t help but be jealous of her freedom. He seemed to also suspect her of cheating, which Selina made clear to Jack that it never had happened.

The more they talked, the more Jack liked Selina. She was witty, clever, ambitious, and oh-so-gorgeous. Jack had never liked someone so much in such a short period of time, and he was hoping they’d get to know each other more and more.

The conversation shifted to London. When Selina asked where Jack was staying, he replied that he’d be staying at a hotel near the airport called The Chelsea.

“I’m staying there too! Going to go to see my family tomorrow afternoon” Selina said.

Jack was delighted, this would maximise his time with her, he hoped to get to know her better.

As Selina went off to carry out some duties, Jack couldn’t help himself but stare at her ass. The champagne had gone to his head, and he quickly became aroused by seeing her move. She had an athletic body, lean and muscular, and it was obvious she worked her glutes often and hard.

Thinking about her ass made Jack feel more and more aroused, his dick was straining against his trousers and begging for attention. He looked around, there were only 2 other people in first class, the other 2 being an older couple who looked asleep. Recklessly, he took his blanket, covered himself and gently started fondling himself over his clothes. He was picturing Selina’s ass, naked and wet and getting closer to him. The thought made him twitch.

In that moment, Selina passed him on her way to the front, and as she walked her ass wiggled. Jack couldn’t help himself, he got up and followed Selina, heading to the toilet to masturbate.

As he reached her, she was slightly in the way to the toilet. Gently he put a hand on her waist and walked past her, and accidentally rubbed his dick against her ass. He felt her stiffen, but not pull away – in fact, she leaned into it slightly. She turned to face him, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and gently cupped his dick into her hand and gave it a squeeze. As he gasped she gave him a wicked smile and turned to walk away.

Desperately, Jack locked himself in the toilet and took out his dick. In 5 quick strokes he was cumming all over his hand, and splattering the wall too. He quickly washed himself and the wall, tucked his dick back into his pants and returned to his seat.

As he left the toilet he found Selina staring at him from the other side of first class. As Jack smiled, she came over to his seat and poured him another glass of champagne. She got close to him, closer than would be necessary, and rested her hand on his thigh. Gently she moved her hand upward until reaching his dick, and when she felt it soft she smirked. As she straightened up, her breast stroked his arm, and quick as that she was gone.

Jack started feeling aroused again, but this time he didn’t touch himself. Instead, he fantasised about what he would do to Selina. Her tits were amazing, he guessed about a D cup, and they looked real. He wanted to caress them, squeeze them and suck on them till they were raw.

Her ass was amazing as well, and between fantasizing about spanking it, he wanted to get to know her pussy. He was hoping he’d be able to see it before the flight was over, after all they had about 3 hours to go, and the cabin at the front was nearly emptied.

As he was thinking of her, she slid in past the curtains dividing first class from the rest of the passengers. She smiled at him, checked that the other couple were still sound asleep, and headed towards Jack.

When she reached his seat, she stretched over his seat, as if to check that the upper luggage storage unit was all in place and secure. Her stretching pushed mardin Escort her skirt up a bit higher, and Jack suspected she had no underwear on. He slowly reached a hand out towards her, but she moved. She turned around, and bent over the seat next to him, as if to get something off the floor.

Then he saw that she was wearing underwear – just a thin, lacy black thong. And it was soaking wet.

Selina could feel him watching, and held her breath, hoping to hear him move or feel him touch her. Moments went by without anything happening, so she stood back up and turned to him. He stared back at her, with hunger I’m his eyes, and she knew she had him.

The flight continued on with one flashing the other, teasing each other, and mounting tensions. When the pilots announced that they were getting ready to land, Selina came over to Jack and whispered to him

“Would you like to share a cab to the hotel?”

“Fuck yes” he answered, and off she went to sit down.

Once the plane landed and Jack got off, Selina pulled him aside and said she’d meet him at the baggage claim section. Jack practically ran the whole way there.

In a haze, he made it through security and claimed his bag. For 10 minutes he waited for Selina, until finally she appeared surrounded by the pilots and other air hostesses. As she laughed at something a male pilot said, Jack felt a twinge. Of jealousy? This can’t be right, he only just met her. What right does he have of feeling jealous?

Once Selina spotted him, she quickly said goodbye to everyone and met Jack. Quickly they left the airport, called in a cab and headed to the airport barely speaking at all.

Once in the cab, Jack stopped all refrain and went straight for Selina. He rested his hand on her breast and gave it a squeeze. She gasped as he found and pinched her nipple. Slowly he circled her nipple, feeling it getting harder and harder, and pinching it every now and again just to hear her gasps.

After a while, he slid his hand down her torso, finally resting it on her thigh. Before she knew what was happening, his hand was moving up her leg, quickly reached her cunt. He was pleased to find it soaking wet.

He gently moved two of his fingers over her knickers, getting them nice and wet. He slowly started circling her clit, gently and excruciatingly slow. Selina started bucking and moving below his hand, but he was relentless and refused to speed up.

Soon after they pulled into the hotel. Hastily, they gathered up their bags and left the cab, offering a huge tip to the driver. Once in reception, they quickly checked in and found out they’d be on the same floor. All to the best, they both thought.

They got up to the second floor, and first passed Selina’s room. She asked him to wait for her to open her door, and once she did, she carried her suitcase to the end of the room. Once there, she came back out to the corridor and grabbed Jack by his face and kissed him.

Their first kiss was soft and hard, tender and needy. Hours of anticipation and build-up of tension peaked once their lips met, and no longer were either of them be able to resist. Jack pulled Selina to him, pinned her to a wall and kissed her back hard, strategically placing his leg between her own. She trembled and moaned under him, and he smiled and pulled away from her glorious lips.

“Shall I take my stuff to my room?” He asked her.

“Later” she said. “I need you now.”

She grabbed his laptop bag as he grabbed his suitcase, and they both took them indoors. Once she left the bag on the floor, Selina quickly took off her blazer, shirt and skirt, and dropped them on the floor. She stood in her underwear, her chest heaving in anticipation as she saw Jack. She moved over to him and helped him strip.

He pulled off his blazer, and Selina ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Jack opened his mouth to laugh, but it was quickly filled with Selina’s tongue. She kissed him as she fumbled at his belt, and once it was unbuckled she quickly took it off him. He pulled his trousers down and stood there in his boxers. She took those off him, whilst he undid her bra. She ripped off her own knickers and stood back up.

Both of them stood and started at each other, sizing each other up, and Selina turned away to look for something in her bag. She pulled out a condom, and threw it on the bed. “We’ll definitely be needing that” she said.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked.

“I am, but it’s good to take precautions.”

He walked to her and kissed her again, now tenderly. He started tracing her body with his hands, slowly cupping her breasts, touching her sides and heading south to her pussy.

He laid her on the bed, and followed those same traces with his lips, starting at her neck, he kissed, licked and traced patterns with his tongue on her skin. He reached her ear and gently bit her lobe. As she moaned, he stuck his tongue in her ear, and she started wiggling underneath him.

He carried on his kissing trail, over her chest mersin escort to reach her tits. He cupped them both, squeezed them and pinched the nipples simultaneously. He lowered his head onto her left nipple, and gently took it in his mouth. He kissed it gently, and bit it tenderly. She shuddered under him as he started sucking, kissing and biting more and more eagerly. He moved onto the right breast to give her the same treatment, all the while squeezing her other breast.

Selina was moaning louder than ever, whispering encouragement and begging for him for more.

Slowly, Jack started kissing his way down her belly. With tender kisses and tiny bites, he made it between her legs. He held them apart as he examined her perfect pussy, the beautiful, glistening wet pussy. He gave it a quick lick, making Selina shudder. He wanted to tease her, but her taste was too good, and he couldn’t refrain himself. He dove right in.

He stuck his tongue in as far as her pussy would take it, and Selina screamed. He licked her pussy, drinking her juices and tongue fucking her hard and fast. As he took her clit in his mouth, Selina came hard, screaming and soaking Jack’s face with her juices. He felt like drowning, but it was the sweetest feeling in the world and he did not stop.

As she calmed down, Jack stood up and flipped Selina onto her belly. He finally pinned her onto the bed, and pulled a condom out. As he was rolling it onto his hard dick, Selina moaned and wiggled her ass closer to Jack’s dick, begging for contact. Once the condom was on, Jack lined his dick to Selina’s cunt, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust himself inside her in one motion.

Selina screamed as all his torture was fucked out of her. All the teasing for the past hour had succeeded in making her soaking wet, and hornier than she had ever been in her life. She came hard after a few thrusts, and Jack’s dick got coated in her juices.

As he fucked her to a mind blowing orgasm, Jack had a sudden inspiration. He reached down to Selina’s pussy, pulled out his dick and quickly replaced it with 2 fingers, then three. He made sure his hand was completely coated in her cum before he moved to her ass.

Gently, he put his middle finger in. Selina moaned, and Jack knew that this wasn’t the first time she had had her ass played with during sex.

He gently moved his finger in and out, and entered a second finger. As he gently started stretching out her asshole, Selina started bucking against his hand. He finger fucked her gently for a while, but soon upped the intensity before inserting a third finger. That was when Selina started begging.

“More, God please MORE.”

Jack quickly obliged, removed his fingers from her ass and placed his dick at her slightly gaping entrance. He pushed in the head of his dick, and stopped to let Selina get used to the intrusion. She was tight, and it had been a long time since Jack has last done anal. He was excited to be able to fuck the gorgeous air hostess in her ass tonight.

As Selina started begging for more, slowly Jack pushed himself in until he was completely inside her. Selina was sprawled on the bed still, he leaned down and, resting both hands on her shoulders, reached out to her ear and bit it gently. Selina moaned, and he brushed a strand of her gorgeous tasselled hair off her face before whispering “are you ready for it?”

She nodded yes. He raised himself off her, but kept her pinned to the bed by her shoulders. He pulled himself almost completely out, and shoved himself in her ass.

She moaned loudly. He did the same thing, again, and again, and again. He kept her pinned to the bed, and fucked Selina as he had never fucked anyone else in his life. Harder and harder he fucked her, pinning her like a rag doll, and having his way with her.

Selina loved it. She always enjoyed being dominated, but this was different. The lack of emotions in being fucked from behind by practically a stranger, unable to move or shift her position excited her more than she could say. The pleasure the intense ass fucking was giving her was bringing her onto the edge of another orgasm, and for the first time in her life she came without receiving clitoral stimulation.

The sudden convulsions of Selina’s ass almost brought Jack to orgasm, but he was not done. As Selina twitched from her orgasm, Jack pulled out, roughly flipped Selina over and pushed himself back in her ass. As Selina came to grips with what had just happened, Jack started sucking, biting, and twisting her nipples roughly. She loved it, the rough way he treated her breasts in stark contrast to the sweet pounding her ass was receiving. She was in heaven.

Jack’s attack on Selina’s nipples was bringing her close to orgasm, and Jack sensed that. He was hoping to give her the biggest orgasm yet, so he quickly pulled out of her ass, ripped off the condom and plunged back into her soaking cunt.

Roughly he fucked her as he felt himself getting close to orgasm. His continued stimulation on her nipples, and his sweet pounding on her G spot was bringing Selina to a huge orgasm. She wrapped get legs around Jack’s waist, and held his head firmly to her right breast. As Jack started pumping into her faster and harder, he grabbed her hands and firmly pinned them to the bed behind her head.

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James Ch. 02

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Lucy had taken a 6 month contract in the States to recover from her messy divorce. This is where she met James and two weeks before her return to the UK she and James finally got together. An engineered deception had Lucy turning up to the wrong house a day early… with wonderful results. So a couple of hours after their first intimate time together Lucy found herself sat at the breakfast bar in James house, wearing his robe and eating and ham and tomato on whole wheat sandwich.

James leaned over the breakfast bar still just wearing his shorts, while Lucy sat perched on a high stool on the other side, hungrily tucking into a sandwich.

“You’re watching me!” Lucy grinned as she captured a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

“I like watching you… Haven’t you eaten anything today?”

Oh god, thought Lucy… hope he doesn’t go all Christian Grey on me. “No, I was saving myself — I was promised a Barbecue!” Taking a sip of her iced tea, “And this ham is the only meat I’ve seen!”

A deep roaring laugh echoed around the room. “Meat huh!” and the glint in his eye took on a delightful twinkle.

Oh Lucy, she thought to herself… what devil have you unleashed. Then as she pushed the empty plate away and took another sip of her drink, James walked around the bar; the bulge in his shorts still snaking its way across to his hip, as he propped himself on the bar next to her.

“So tell me Lucy, what ‘kind’ of meat are you after… a juicy steak? lamb chops?…”

And before he could finish, Lucy ran a very elegantly painted nail along the length of his cock…

“Sausage… Corny but true.”

“Oh woman,” he groaned taking her face in his hands “I’m trying so hard to take it slow, to make it count, and here you are, enough to test the patience of a saint.”

“Why James, why take it slow… I’m not a frail flower — I’m not going to break!” She whispered into his mouth.

Then once again she was in his arms, this time being carried along the corridor and into his bedroom. As her feet hit the ground so did the robe she was wearing, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently grazing over her hard puckered nubs as his lips descended on her again, consuming her in some raw emotion and desperate need. Lucy slid her hands around his waist, letting the tips of her fingers slide into the elasticated band of his shorts and then sliding down over the taught globes of his buttocks; her fingers working in, in a sensual massage, and her index fingers teasing the ravine of his bum. His hands pulled her tighter, closer to him and mirrored hers on her naked ass; again letting her feel the throbbing erection in his crotch. Fixing eye contact, their gaze never wavered, and she slowly lifted the waist band gently over his cock and with her hands splayed out pushed the waist band down. Down over his hips, his upper thighs and then to drop onto the floor, and standing on tiptoes; she kissed him taking the gasp out of his mouth when he was finally set free. He started to sink down, his mouth claiming her neck, her shoulders and the V between her collar bones. His hands caressing her arms with gentle feather touches, as he prepared to sink even lower.

“No James, my turn…” She whispered, gently Niğde Escort trying to lift him, with her hands under his elbows.

With a sparkling grin he stood, tall and proud. Her hands smoothing over his arms across his pectorals and down over his finely contoured abs, resting her hands on his hips she massaged her thumbs into the cradle of his belly. Then slowly and oh so very deliberately she leaned in and let her tongue swipe over his left nipple, sucking and nibbling the little brown button; letting her hand move up to take the place of her mouth as she moved over to his right.

“I like to keep things in balance” she whispered into his torso.

Sinking to her knees, yet keeping her fingers teasing his nipples, Lucy let her tongue trail down. Teasing and swirling around his belly button, letting her chin gently push his cock out of the way she followed the fine line of hair south until she found the well trimmed thatch of his pubic hair. Sitting back on her knees she looked up meeting the hungry look in his eyes.

“Okay? Or would you rather lie down. Because this looks tasty and I might be sometime”.

“I, we — are not getting on this bed until we are ready to play the beast with two backs… so if you need to snack — I’ll stand!” He said with humour and lust dancing in his eyes.

Those lovely blue eyes, so grinning Lucy finally allowed herself the luxury of looking at his cock. It stood high, hard and proud, a good double handful for her and his balls, large — just how she liked them…

“Oh yummy… these I have taste!” Taking his penis in her right hand and using her left to cup his scrotum.

James felt as if the world had suddenly gone into slow motion as she lowered her head and ran a long flat tongue lick right across his sack from her right to left; pausing briefly before sucking and hoovering in his right ball into her mouth. He felt rather than heard the low purr from her throat as her tongue ran over him, massaging and making his sack crinkle and contract. His hands automatically went to her head — not to control but to cradle. Her massaging now alternating with pulsing little sucks that seemed in time with the gentle stroking of his cock, the pulling getting harder and longer until his ball popped out of her month and nestled against its twin.

“Oh now doesn’t that look lovely? Wet and shiny and all scrunched up… Poor little left one!” As she massage him so the left one came to the fore.

Sinking her head back again and sucked up the left one into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, then treated the left one to the same torture that the right had enjoyed. This time, two fingers of the hand cupping him, started to stroke up and down his perineum. Groaning James was lost, hanging on his pleasure building and, gasping when she gently blew her breath across his wet pouch. Without a pause, Lucy ran her tongue up his full length… A sweeping stroke up the thick, strong muscle that ran up his cock from root to tip and risking a glance she looked up into his piercing blue eyes… His expression almost pained; and as she reached the tip and dipped her tongue into the eye of his glans, his head rolled back and his groaning became a growl. Then with barely a pause she tipped Ordu Escort her head and slowly glided him across the roof of her mouth and into the back of her throat. His head snapped forward in time to see Lucy burying him in her, up to her nose, holding him for as long as she could and then letting go. James watched her as she gasped and let him go, stared at the string of dribble hanging from his cock. Then without further ado he bent down, picked her up and threw her on the bed.

His mouth covering hers, trying to take her very essence…

“Shit — where did you learn that?” His breath was short and panting. “I wanted it to last…But I can’t — Please Lucy”

Slowly and steadily Lucy nodded her head, and James reached for the night stand drawer, when Lucy’s hand covered his.

“Is that what you want?” She whispered “I’m clean — I guess you are, and I just want to feel you — all of you.”

His mouth fell upon hers, his lips and tongue doing crazy things to her mouth and libido, all thoughts of condoms gone. Then as he was sweeping his tongue across hers, she felt him slowly, tortuously slide into between her folds and deep into her very core. When he had seated himself as far as he could go, he lifted himself up on his arm and look down on her. As her arms snaked around his neck her legs bend and her feet started stroking up and down his calf muscles. They just stayed like that for several moments just holding, touching and stroking; their lips touching and claiming each other. Then Lucy’s feet climbed further up his legs and her toes gently probing and massaging his bottom as they passed and then she locked ankles around his waist. The slow rotation of her hips, rubbing her Mons against his pubic hair only aided to increase the clenching in her lower belly.

“I’ve wanted you ever since that first day when you walked into the office. First your body, those incredible tits… the way your ass moved when you walked. Oh God then when you spoke… I was beating my cock down… I had to leave and quickly” His confession husky in her ears. “And now, here I am buried deep inside of you and its better than I could ever of imagined.”

With that James started to move, slowly pulling out distending her pussy as he moved. She could feel every ridge, every pulse — could almost feel the walls of her cunt seal back into place, filling the void that he left. Then slowly oh so slowing pushing back in, filling her; increasing the friction between them. His hands crept under the cheeks of her behind and his fingers teased apart the globes of her ass. Slightly lifting higher and changing the angle of his thrust, slowly increasing speed, moving faster; not enough to make her cum, but more than enough to fuel her need. His fingers were now teasing the rosebud of her ass; his index fingers alternately strumming on that ring of muscle; in time with the thrusts of his cock in her pussy.

“Oh God Jim — fuck!”

“Yes baby… Good isn’t it” He whispered “But I’m tired and I want to see you.” And in one swift movement he rolled them over, momentarily losing her pussy around him.

Holding one hand in the middle of his chest, and with her tits heaving and swinging Lucy waved a No-No finger at him and scooted Osmaniye Escort down his legs and reclaimed his cock back into her mouth… licking all her juices off that so stiff cock.

“Yummy, Lucy flavored Popsicle” She said as she knelt high over his hips and slowly sank herself onto him.

Holding on tight and when she was halfway down she leaned into him and sensuously kissed his lips, as she finished impaling herself onto him. Using his hands to stabilise herself, Lucy started to gyrate her hips against him. Giving herself the precious friction she needed, the sting of his pubic hair against her clit raw and heavenly. James felt the walls of her cunt close around him, rippling and squeezing — her thighs clenching his hips as he held her steady, as the force of her orgasm built around him. Her breathing rate was increasing, the glorious rosy nipples deepened to dark red and puckering to small hard nubs. Pulling her closer to him, he held her and was able to suck deep into his mouth her tight hard nipple, sucking and nibbling; all the while increasing the pace and thrust deep within her pussy.

He felt her release, the way her cunt rippled up and down his shaft had him fighting for control, so gritting his teeth, he held her hips pushing tight down onto his, keeping them joined until all her spasms had stopped. He held her close when she collapsed onto his chest, stroking her back and kissing her hair.

Lucy lifted her head, a wry grin on her face, and licked his small pebbled nipple in front of her. Her action was answered by a deep groan in his throat, as his hips lifted and started building the rhythm driving into her again. His hands again cupped her ass and his strong fingers massaging the globes of her bum, his fingers working to the tight muscle ring.

“Yesss… Jim — Yes!” Lucy held on tight and just went with the relentless pounding of his cock in her pussy.

His blue eyes boring into hers as she became the rag doll and his cock a steel bar, the punishment on her pussy lips was relentless.

“Come Lucy… fucking give it to me…” he growled in her ear.

His right hand left her ass as he pushed his left finger further in, his free hand came down with a thwack on her bum. The screaming torture that she felt deep inside started to bubble to the top, her body going rigid and needy, clenching; whilst his was hard and relentless.

“Cum on me Lucy… Let it go” he groaned as his teeth again took possession of her nipple — biting and sucking.

Then it was all too much, the pounding, thrusting in her cunt, the rapid fingering in her ass and the delicious torture at her breast. Throwing her head back she screamed as her world dissolved around her. Then his cry followed hers and she felt the hot sticky release of his cum deep inside her; their aftershocks and exhaustion, holding them tight together before Lucy collapsed in a heap on his chest. The words were all gone… as they just lie there, panting and recovering, his fingers through her hair and her hand gently stroking his chest.

Lucy was the first to speak, “Cook-out tomorrow huh?” Then looking out of the window at the gathering dusk “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

James laughed as he rolled her onto her side and spooned in close behind…

“Depends on how much sleep you need.” Then pulling up the duvet “rest now.”

The last thought Lucy had as she drifted off to sleep was of piercing blue eyes, being the perfect medicine for an otherwise really bad year.

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