Azgın İş Arkadaşım Kocam Ben Birlikte Yaptık

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Kocamla yeni evlenmiş sayılırız. Kocam seks konusunda çok aşırıdır ve çoğu zaman ben ona yetmediğim için mastürbasyon yapar. Benim iş yerindeki arkadaşım Filiz de çok çekici ve sempatik bir kızdır. Filiz daha 19 yaşında. Filiz kocama yakın davrandığı için kocamın çok ilgisini çekiyordu. Eminim kocam mastürbasyon yaparken Filiz’i düşünüyordu.

Kocam bir gün dedi ki, ‘Bak canım sen bana yetmiyorsun biliyorsun. Sizin iş yerindeki Filiz de azgın birine benziyor. Hem de Bende gözü var. En iyisi Filiz’i aramıza alalım. Hem Ben amcığa doyayım, hem de Filiz senden habersiz bana sarkmasın’. Ben şaşırmıştım ama dedikleri çok mantıklıydı. Ama Filiz kabul eder mi, dedim. Canım, sen bir teklif et. Nasıl olsa canı yarak istiyor bes belli dedi.
Ben birkaç gün sonra iş çıkışı Filiz’e ‘seninle grup seks yapmak istiyoruz’ dedim. Filiz beni terslemedi, bilakis bir anda gözleri gaziantep escort parladı. Anlaşılan gerçekten Ayhan’ın yarağını çok istiyordu. Akşam saat 06’da Filiz bize geldi. Hemen masayı donattık. Birazdan Ayhan da geldi ve başladık hem yemeye hem de sohbet etmeye. Kocam gözlerini Filiz ‘den alamıyordu. Sanki ben yanında yokmuşum gibi Filiz ‘e baygın baygın bakıyordu. Filiz ‘in vücudu da çok güzeldi hani.
Aradan 1 saat geçmişti. Artık hepimiz sabırsızlanmaya başlamıştık. Konu dönüp dolaşıp sekse gelmişti. Kocam Filiz ‘e ‘memelerin çok güzel’ dedi. Filiz de hemen memelerini fora etti. ‘‘İstersen dokunabilirsin’’dedi. Kocam durur mu, hemen Filiz‘in memelerine yumuldu. Ama ne yumulma. Resmen iki memesinin arasında kaybolmuştu. Ben de kocamın pantolonunu çıkardım ve muhteşem sikini okşamaya başladım. Sonra da ağzıma aldım.. Artık yalıyor, ağzıma sokuyordum kocamın sikini… Bundan cesaret alan Filiz iyice açıldı. Çırılçıplak kaldı hemencecik. Filiz’in Ayhan’ın yarağını bu kadar çok istediğini doğrusu ikimiz de tahmin edememiştik. Ben kocamın sikini tamamen Filiz’e bıraktım ve Filiz’in amını yalamaya başladım. Filiz’den zevk sesleri gelmeye başlamıştı.
Filiz’in amı iyice ıslanınca kocama gel sok sikini bu çıtır amcığa dedim. O da hiç durur mu. Hemen sikini Filiz’in amına kökledi. Sokmasıyla Filiz’den derin bir oooohhhh sesi geldi. Filiz uzun zamandır yarak yemiyordu anlaşılan. Çok da özlemiş canım arkadaşım. Kocam sokup sokup çıkarıyordu sikini Filiz’in amına. Filiz’in ağzına da benim amımı verdim. Filiz hem am yalıyordu hem de amını siktiriyordu. Bu Filiz’in çok hoşuna gitmişti. Çıldırmış gibiydi. İniltileri tüm evi kaplamıştı.
Şöyle bir baktım da, kocam da uzun zamandır hiç bu kadar keyifli görünmüyordu. Ne de olsa Benden 8 yaş küçük, az sikilmiş, ateşli, çıtır bir amcığı sikiyordu. Kocam Filiz’in amına bayılmıştı. Adeta 2 yılın acısını çıkarıyordu. Derken Ayhan Filiz’in bacaklarını omzuna aldı. Adeta azgın bir boğa gibi sikiyordu Filiz’i. Sikinin hepsini Filiz’in amına sokup sokup çıkarıyordu. O kocaman yarak Filiz’in amında bir görünüyor bir kayboluyordu. Filiz de adeta bulutların üzerinde uçar gibi zevkten dört köşe amcığımı yalıyordu.
Kocam Filiz’e her köklediğinde Filiz de benim amıma yapışıyordu. Sonunda kocam Filiz’e öyle bir kökledi ki nerdeyse Filiz’in kafası duvara vuruyordu. Bu son yüklenişin ardından kocam Filiz’in amına tüm döllerini boşalttı.
Bu sikiş üçümüzü de yormuştu. Birer sigara yaktık. Biraz dinlendikten sonra kaldığımız yerden sikişe devam ettik. O gece kocam Filiz’i yarağa iyice doyurdu. Tabi ki kocam da amcığa doydu. Hala kocam doymadığı zaman Filiz’i çağırıyoruz ve kocam iyice bir sikiyor Filiz’i.

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Pavyondaki Kadın İle Anal Seks Hikayesi

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Selamlar değerli ve özel seks hikaye okuyucuları, adım Hasan Kocaeli Gebze’de ikamet eden yakışıklı biriyim. Orta yaşlı fiziği taş gibi olan Alev ile yaşadığım porno filmini aratmayacak bir hikayem var.

Alev ile aynı semtte oturuyoruz kendisi bir müzikholde çalışan orta yaşlı fakat fiziği ile 18 lik kızlara taş çıkaracak ateşli bir hatun. Sima olarak birbirimizi tanıyorduk ve farklı bir semtte tesadüf karşılaştık ben konuşmak için uygun zaman olduğunu düşündüm ılımlı yaklaştı, bir cafeterya’da oturup tatlı ısmarlamayı teklif ettim kabul etti. Biraz sohbet muhabbet numaramı aldı fakat kendi numarasını vermedi ayrıldık. Aramaz düşüncesi ile oradan ayrıldım ve evin yolunu tuttum. Bir kaç gün sonra arkadaşlarım ile takılıyordum kafamda inceden güzeldi ve telefonum çaldı arayan Alev’di yakınlarda bir çorbacı’dan gaziantep escort onu görmek istiyorsam alabileceğimi söyledi. Söylediği çorbacıya gittim orada idi fakat tanıyamadım, saçları sarı olan Alev üzerine boydan biri mini elbise giymiş bomba gibi oturuyordu. Fakat tanınmamak için çevrede siyah bir peruk takmıştı. Selamlaştık hesabı ödedim ve arabaya bindik konuşmaları ve davranışlarından sarhoş olduğu belli idi aracım olmadığı için arkadaşımın aracı ile gitmiştim. Arkadaşım aracı kullanırken biz arkada oturuyorduk, koltuğa oturduğunda kısa olan eteği iyice geri çekilmiş ve amcığı ortaya çıkmıştı. Bana sarılmış sanki uzun süredir sevgiliymiş gibi yarrağı sıvazlıyor arada öpücükler ile beni azdırıyordu. Dantelli iç çamaşırının üzerinde amcığını okşamaya başlamıştım. Gidecek yer yoktu ancak küçük bir ofis vardı mecburen oraya gittik. Arkadaşım bizi bıraktı içeri girdik ve ateşli bir öpüşmeye başladık. Konuşmaya hiç fırsat bulamadan yarrağa asırlardır hasret gibi emmeye başladı. Önümde diz çöküp sakso çekmeye başlayan Alevin boydan elbisesinin içine ellerimi soktum ve küçük memelerini yoğurmaya başladım. Aşırı hoşuna gitmiş olacak ki taşşaklarımı bütünüyle ağzına alıp emmeye başlayınca müthiş bir haz duydum. Masa’ya domaltıp eteğini yukarı sıyırdım, soymadan tangasını kenara alarak amına giriş yaptım sert bir şekilde vurmaya başladım. Alev inliyordu amı sulanmıştı fakat doğruyu söylemek gerekirse am demeye şahit gerekliydi. Sarhoş olan Aleve domalmış vaziyette yarrak yerine kolumu soksam hiç farkına varmazdı buna emin olun. Fakat yapacak bir şey yoktu önce onu boşaltıp sonra keyfime bakmalıydım ve öyle yaptım. En çok hangi pozisyondan zevk alırsın diye sordum yere uzanmamı söyledi. Uzadım sert yarrağın üzerine oturan Alev inip kalkmak yerine köküne kadar alıp daire çizmeye başladı ben ise memelerini sert ve canını yakacak bir şekilde sıkıyordum. Bir müddet böyle devam ettik ve nihayet sarsılarak boşaldı nefes bile almasına fırsat vermeden kaldırıp tekrar domalttım. Gözüme çarpan göt deliğini parmaklarken tekrar bozuntuya vermemek için amına giriş yaptım. Boşalmanın etkisi ile vıcık vıcık olan amcığın suları ile göt deliğine tek parmağımı sokmayı başarmıştım. Biraz daha girip çıktıktan sonra Anal seks zamanı gelmişti ve bir hamlede götüne kökledim. Bağırmaya başlayan Alev’in ağzını elim ile kapatıp götüne köküne kadar giriyordum.

Uzun süre sikip götün keyfini yaşarım diye düşünsem de inlemeleri beni aşırı zevke getirmişti ve daracık göt deliğinin içine büyük haz duyarak fışkırttım.

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Komşumuz Olgun Kadınla Doyumsuz Sexs Hikayesi

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ben 22 yasındayım.Size anlatacagım hikaye 18 yaşında başımdan geçti.o sıralar ailemle ankarada bi apartman
dairesinde oturuyorduk.karşı dairemizde doktor ahmet abiyle kendisi gibi doktor olan cemile abla oturuyordu.Cemile abla 34 yaşında siyah uzun saçlı, süt gibi beyaz tenli 18 lik bir lolita vücuduna sahip bi kadındı.ben 18 yaşında olmama ragmen herkes bana askerliği nerde yaptın
diye sorardı.sanırım fazla gelişmiş olmamdan bu şanslı olay başımdan geçti. bir gün annem evde şeker kalmadıgını cemile abladan bi fincan getirmemi soyledi.zorla elime fincanı verip beni yolladı.bi kaç kez uzun uzun kapıyı çaldım ama kimse açmıyordu.sonra kim o diye bi ses duydum bu cemile ablaydı.benim cemile abla ferhat dedim.Ha sen misin bekle acıyorum dedi.ve kapıyı açtı.ustune bi çarşaf dolamıştı ve sanırım içinde başka bisey de yoktu.bana televizyon seyrediği için zili duymadıgını soyledi.ama ben onun çarsaf tarafından sıkılmış guzel vucuduna

dalmış gitmiştim.bi an beni durttu ve gulerek ne istediğimi sordu.kekeleyerek .( )
şeker diyebildim ve fincanı uzattım.fincanı aldı ve beklememi soyledi. derken içerden seslendi.Ferhat buraya gel diordu.ses mutfaktan geliyordu.mutfaga girdim.parmaklarının ucunda ustteki raflardan birine uzanmaya calısıyordu.,Ahmet abin sekeri usteki dolaba koymuş.o da bugun nöbetçi boyum yetmedi bana bi yardım et dedi.cemile ablanın arkasından şekeri almak uzandım ama biraz fazla yaklaşmış olmalıyım
ki kalcasına hafif bi surtme oldu.bu cok hosuma gitti. sekeri indirdim.bi fincan alıp teşekkür ettim.tam giderken Cemile abla kendisine yardım edip edemeyecegimi sordu.ne konuda diye sorunca.duştaki muslugun calışmadıgı soyledi.bende şekeri eve bırakıp hemen geliyim diye eve uctum.şekeri verip anneme arkadaslarla
gezmeye gittigimizi soyledim ve karsıya gectim. Cemile abla hala carsaflaydı .
ama carsafın boyu kısalmıştı sanki.mini etek gibi duruyordu.beni duşa götürdü ve muslugu gösterdi.duşun altına gecip muslugu açtım ve açmamla sırılsıklam olmam bir oldu.megersem musluk bozuk filan degilmiş.bu halimi goren cemile
abla özür dileyip bozuldugunu sandıgını soyledi.ama ustum basım sırıksıklam ıslanmıstı.bana soyunmamı kocasının elbiselerinden bana uygun bişey getirecegini soyledi.ve banyonun kapısını kapatıp gitti. ben de soyunup elbiseleri beklerken aklıma cemile ablanın vucudu geldi ve klozete oturup benim oğlanı sıvazlamaya başladım oğlan
tam kalkmaya başlamıştı ki cemile abla birden kapıyı açtı ve beni o halde gorunce hemen elbiseleri atıp kapıyı kapattı.ben yerin dibine girmiştim. elbiseleri giyip salona gittim.ve cemile ablayı cırılcıplak koltukta oturken gordum.bana bakıp gulumsedi ve ben seni cıplak gördüm sen de beni görde hak gecmesin dedi.vucudu inanılmaz sexiydi.memeleri birer füze gibiydi.bacakları sutun gibiydi.bana gel otur yanıma dedi.gidip koltugun diger ucuna oturdum.yavas yavas bana dogru yaklastı ve elini bacagıma attı.bana bak sana bişey sormak istiyorum.dedi. ben heyecandan ve utanctan konusamıyordum. zorlukla
tabi dedim.Vucudumu begendin mi?dedi.Ben de muhtesem dedim.eger oyleyse senle bi anlaşma yapalım.Az önce banyoda aletini gördüm gayet gaziantep escort iyiydi beni tatmin
edecek boyutta.ahmet olacak sünepe beni doyuramıyor.ben de yıllardır yanıyorum.eger şimdi beni tatmin edebilirsen her zaman seninle beraber olacagız. ve bunun()
yanında beni her becerişinde sana belli bi miktarda para da verecegim ne dersin?dedi.ben duyduklarıma inanamıyordum.henüz hiç bi dişiyle ilişkiye girmediğim için de beceremeyecegimden korkuyordum.tabi ki bu teklifi kabul etmemek buyuk eşeklik olur diyip kabul ettim.bunu duyunca cemile abla bana banyoya
gidip ustumu cıkarmamı ve klozote oturmamı soyledi. bende dediğini yaptım.biraz sonra o da banyoya geldi.hala cıplaktı.kapıdan girince amını daha yeni .
traş ettiğini gordum.ama heyecandan aletim kalkmamıştı. bunu gorunce ii kaldırmamışsın bunu ben yapmak istiyorum dedi ve önume çömeldi.sikimi eline aldı ve
okşamaya başladı ben titriyordum.bana rahat ol sana hayatının en zevkli dakikalarını yaşatacagım deyip bir anda benim kamışı ağzına aldı ve saksoya başladı.cok tecrubeliydi sanki motor gibi yalayıp emiyordu.Porno filmlerde gördüğüm .
kadınlar gibiydi.ben de filmler aklıma gelince elimi korka korka memelerine goturdum ve okşamaya başladım.bunu yapınca başını kaldırdı ve bana gulumseyerek aferin dedi.memeleri yumusacıktı okşadıkca hoşuma gidiyordu.bu arada o da aleti
sertleştirmeye devam ediyordu.birden kalktı ve duşun altına gitti beni yanına cagırdı ve suyu açtı.bu arada dudaklarıma yapıştı.öpüşmeye başladık dilimi ağzına
sokup geziniyor dudaklarını emiyordum.cok tatlıydı. o bu arada hala aletimi sıvazlıyordu.bende memelerdeydim.bi ara elimin birini tutup amının ustune yerleştirdi.buz gibi
suyun altında olmamıza ragmen amı ateş gibiydi.yanıyorsun dedim. oda bana söndur o zaman erkeğim dedi.hemen eğilip amını yalamaya başladım.dilimi arasına sokup cıkarıyordum.cok tatlı bi su geliyordu agzıma.Cemile abla başıma bastırıyordu.derken gir artık içine dedi.ve onu kucaklayıp yatak odasına goturdum. ikimiz
de sırılsıklamdık. onu yataga atıp bacaklarını iki yana açtım girmek için ileri gittiğimde sikimi tutup biraz daha okşamaya başladı. iyice sert
olsun ki zevk daha fazla olsun değil mi erkeğim?diyerek.sonra hadi içime gir ve beni uçur azgın boğam benim diye
amının dudaklarını ayırdı.sikimin başını amına sürtmeye başladım.bu onu iyice azdırmıştı.yalvarırım sok artık diye inliyordu.derken bir hamlede o zamanlar 18 cm
olan yaragımı amına gömüverdim.cemile abla ıhhh hadi pompala beni diye bagırıyordu.bende bacaklarını iyice ayırıp başladıp gel gide.gidip geldikçe daha da hızlanıyordum o da daha yüksek sesle inliyor hızlanmamı istiyordu.aletim onun dipsiz kuyusuna bir girip bi çıkıyordu.altımda kıvranıyor acaip zevk
aldıgı her halinden belli oluyordu.artık boşalacagımı anlamıştım.amından cıkıp karnına oturdum ve yaragımı Cemile ablanın tombul memelerinin arasına yerleştirdim o da
memelerini iki taraftan sıkıştırdı.böyle bi kaç geliş gidişten sonra suratına boşaldım. hemen aletimi kavradı ve emmeye başladı.doymadıgı her halınden belliydi.beni
sırtüstü yatırıp mutfaktan bi kavanozda bal getirdi.aletimi bala buladıktan sonra yalamaya başladı.beni zevkten kudurtuyordu.kocasıyla yapamadıgı herşeyi benle yapmak istiyordu.bikaç saniyede
aletimi tertemiz yaptı.sonrada memelerine ve amının dudaklarına bal sürüp yanıma yattı.hemen memelerini yalamaya başladım.oralar bitince amına geldi sıra amının suyuyla bal karışınca daha da bi tatlanmıştı.artık ikinci postaya hazırdık.yataga oturdum ve onu kucagıma alıp kukusuna geçirdim.arkası bana dönüktü.ellerimle memelerini kavrayıp zıplamasını söyledim.bir anda lastik top gibi zıplamaya başladı.bu pozisyon oldum olası hoşuma giderdi.ve artık yapıyordum.deli gibi zıplıyordu. her zıplayışında
aletimin hepsini içine alıyordu.ben kendimden geçmiş sekilde arkadan sırtını, boynunu yalıyor öpüyordum.aklımı başımdan almıştı.biraz sonra suratı bana dönük pozisyona geçtik.bu seferde kafamı memelerine gömdüm.yalamaya emmeye başladım.ellerimle gotunu okşuyordum.arasıra got deliğine dokunuyordum.derken inlemeleri hızlandı.zevkten çıldırıyordu.sanırım boşalacaktı ve sandıgım gibi oldu.çığlık çığlığa( )
henüz içindeyken boşaldı.zevk çığlıkları bittiğinde dudaklarıma yapıştı.hiç erkek görmemiş gibiydi.hayvan gibi saldırıyordu.ama ben hala boşalmamıştım.önüme çömelip bana 31 çektirmeye başladı.sonra ağzına aldı ve belki de sexte en iyi oldugu saksoya başladı.aletimi ağzına sokup cıkarırken ağzının içinde dili boş durmuyor yalamaya
devam ediyordu.ağzı da amı kadar zevk veriyordu.tabi ki bu sakso seansı sonucunu kısa sürede vermişti. boşalacagımı söylediğimde daha hızlı emmeye başladı.zevkin
doruklarında boşalıyordum.ben ağzının içine attırdıkça o içine cekiyor sikimin kafasını emiyordu.son damlasına kadar yutmuştu spermlerimi.ama hala sikimi sömürüyor ve küçük
diş darbeleri atıyordu.sonun da sikimi agzından kurtarmıştım. biraz dinlendikten sonra tekrar banyoya gitti.5 dakka sonra beni banyoya çagırıyordu.banyoya gittiğimde küveti suyla doldurmuş oldugunu gördüm.ılık su son derece güzel duruyordu.geldiğimi görünce küvete sırtüstü yattı ve beni yanına cağırdı.küvete girmeden aletimi ağzına
alıp biraz kaldırdı.sertleşince ben de küvete girdim.suyun içinde amının yeri belli olmuyordu.cemile abla da bunu anlamış sikimi tutup kendisi amına yerleştirmişti.bu arada ılık su bizi iyice azdırmıştı.amına ilk yüklenişimde amındaki hava bir anda suyun yüzüne baloncuklar cıkmasına sebep oldu.ve birden
hızlandım. çap çup seslerin eşliğinde onun o güzel amcığını bir kez daha pompalıyordum.suyun içinde onu okşuyor her yerini mıncıklıyordum.bacakları cok pürüzsüzdü.onları .
omzuma aldım.amını sikmeye böyle devam ettim. küvette de birer kez boşaldıktan sonra bana yemek hazırladı ama yorgunluktan yemek yiyecek takatimiz
kalmamıştı.buna rağmen hala birbirimize yiyecek gibi bakıyorduk.bana ferhat arkadan yapmak ister misin?ben hiç denemedim ama senle yapmak isterim dedi.ben de neden olmasın dedim ve kabul ettim. yemeği bırakıp kanepeye oturduk.cemile abla içeri gidip sütyen kilot ve jartiyerden oluşan kırmızı bir
dantelli fantezi kıyafeti giymişti.ben hala cıplaktım ama aletim kalkacaga benzemiyordu.bunu goren cemile yanıma geldi ve striptize başladı bu arada hafif bir de müzik acmıştı.bu işte de son derece başarılıydı.müzik eşliğinde arkasını dondu ve sutyeninin kopçasını acıp kollarından aşagı indirdi.bana donup
sadece elleri yardımıyla duran sutyenını bırakıp memelerini ortaya cıkardı ve beni heyecanlandırmaya başladı.sıra altaydı.bana dogru domalıp geri geri yaklaşmaya başladı. tam elimi poposuna atacaktım kı benden kaçtı.sonra tekrar domaldı ve yavasca kilotunu sıyırmaya başladı.cok nazik hareketlerle indiriyordu.once sıradaki hedef gorundu.sımsıkı gorunuyordu.götten
hiç yemediği belliydi.sonra da az once harap ettiğim amcıgı.ve sonun .
da kilotu da cıkarmıştı.sadece jartiyerle kalmıştı. bu şovun ardından benim alet kendine gelir gibi olmuştu.ama tamamen kalmamıştı.hala kalkmadıgını goren cemile yarı kızgın yarı azgın önüme çömelip agzına aldı ve hızlıca
emmeye yalamaya başladı.arada bir ısırıklar atıyor az da olsa canımı yakıyordu.öyle yapınca ben de onun meme uçlarını sıkıyor yavas olmasını belirtiyordum.sikimi iyice sertleştirince içeri koşup gözve götyakmayan bebe şampuanı ile geldi ve eline döküp sikimi iyice şampuanladı.sonra şampuanı bana verip
tek bacagını yere tek bacagını kanepeye koyarak domaldı.ben de biraz tükürük biraz şampuanla götünün deliğini ovalamaya başladım.aslında elimle pek genişletmek istemiyordum. biraz masajdan sonra hazır olup olmadıgını sordum.o da cok yavas olmamı canını yakmamamı soyledi.tabi tabi deyip şampuandan köpürmüş sikimin kafasını
deliğin ağzına bastırmaya başladım.bu arada yavaş yavaş die soyleniyordu.emredersin deyip bir anda abandım.abanmamla cemile abla cıglıgı patlattı.ama aletin yarıya yakını girmişti.biraz daha abanınca ağlamaya başladı.nolur cıkar cok büyük alamam cok acıyor die yalvarıyordu.kendin istedin cemile abla pilavdan dönenin kaşıgı kırılsın deyip işime devam ettim. bu arada altından kurtulmaya calısıyordu ben ise onu coktan karnından kavramıştım.onu hiç bırakmadan yavaş bir sekilde yuklenmeye devam ediyordum.her yuklenisimde biraz daha giriyor cemile ablanın aglaması ise yerini inlemeye bırakıyordu.aglamasının kesildigini gorunce birden abandım ve sikimin
hepsini cemile ablanın deliğine kökledim.Cemile abla ohhhhh diye kendini bırakıverdi.ben de hemen gidip gelmeye yani delik genişletmeye başladım gittikçe genişleyen delik cemile ablanın zevk sesleri ve aldıgım tarif edilmez zevk beni ucuruyordu.sonun da bosalacagımı anlamıştım. kafası mosmor olan sikimi cemile ablanın kıpkırmızı olan götünden cıkardıgım da cemile abla yere yıgıldı ben de cok yorgundum ama hala bosalmamıştım.hemen cemile ablayı yan .
cevirip koltuk altına yaragımım yerleştirdim.bir kaç gidiş gelişten sonra cemile ablanın suratına boşaldım ve uzerine yıgıldım. kendime geldigimde cemile ablayı uyandırıp artık gitmem gerekiyor dediğimde ferhat artık benim kocam sensin.ahmet 3 gün sonra yine nöbetçi.seni bekleyeceğim dedi ve o zamanın parasıyla hiç unutmam 100 dolara yakın bi para verdi bana.parayı alınca hemen onu öpmeye başladım bu arada da okşuyordum o( )
güzel vücudu.çünkü 3 gün ayrı kalacaktık.ama ben 3 gun dayanamayacagımı anlayıp o 100 dolarla öbür gün bir manita kiralayıp alem
yaptım.Tabii cemile ablanın da kadrolu elemanı oldum. Hikayelerim devam edecek

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When Haruna dreamt, it was of Hell.Her faith had taught her that there were Hells without number; that there existed an infernal, hierarchical multi-verse and in it, an infinity of eternal suffering.Paradoxically, that thought comforted her, for surely, in amongst them all, there was a Hell just for her. She imagined it as a vast plain of black basalt punctuated by distant spires of red quartzite. In her dreams, she would wander endlessly upon that plain of tortured stone, through drifting sands driven by mournful winds, under sterile, cloudless skies. It was not a Hell of pain and fire but one of inexpressible loneliness through which she would wander; lost and alone, forever.She prayed for that Hell earnestly, every morning at dawn, before her statue of Arya Tara; the golden bodhisattva, the goddess of compassion and infinite mercy. It was the only mercy Haruna hoped for. She asked for little else.Still kneeling before the shrine of Tara, she reached up and shut the doors, bowing as she did so. An instant later her phone rang. She saw that it was a secure encrypted line.“Haruna Murakami.”A voice at the other end informed her,“ I.G.O.C.A. correspondence due to arrive at 10am.”“I see, thank you.”The caller was gone. She had five hours before the I.G.O.C.A. courier was due. She sat at her desk and took out a piece of thick water colour paper and an ink stone. She had fresh water already to hand and chose her favourite antique brush. The ink soon coalesced into the perfect consistency and colour; the colour of basalt. And so she composed a poem whose theme had come to her sometime between her dream of Hell and waking to the blue dawning light of Zeta Ophiuchi.Tranquility endsAs the winds blow from the sea;Age old afflictionsWrack the cliff Anadolu Yakası Escort top pines and ruinTheir reckoning of the years.* Ursula Delmar opened her eyes and turned towards the window. She saw that the sun was already casting long bluish rays across the ebony floor. She threw back several stray locks of her long wavy blonde hair and continued to stare at the light.She had been living in Ereshkigal for over a year now; having made the three hundred light-year trip from Earth deep in hyper-sleep. At the age of twenty-five, it had been her first interstellar journey. Although generations of engineers had made Ereshkigal’s environment as Earth-like as possible she still found it difficult to get used to. The vast city orbited high above Melanchthon, the ninth planet of the star Zeta Ophiuchi. Melanchthon was a dark, jewel-like, gas giant. A ‘dusky gem of a planet,’ was the way her husband Kyle had described it, who now stirred in the bed beside her.She slipped naked from between the sheets and looked down at him. She was tall and slim with glorious cascades of rich honey-blond hair reaching down to her lower back. Her luminous blue eyes traced the lines of her husband’s back as he shifted slightly to bury his face deeper into his pillow. She smiled faintly and walked over to the window. She touched a control alongside it and the blinds shifted to reveal more of the view.What she saw was a sublimely beautiful sight; the city, with it’s elegant, clean lines, many lofty spires and fine towers against the backdrop of Melanchthon to the right and with the brilliant blue disk of ‘Z Ophi’, many times the size of Earth’s sun, in the distance beyond. Ursula was lost in wonder until she heard Kyle Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan call her name.She turned rapidly, swinging her perfect, rose-bud crowned breasts. Running up and jumping on top of him, she plunged her fingers under the sheets, found his naked flesh and tickled him vigorously.“Good morning honey. Happy Valentine’s Day!” * Once Haruna was satisfied with her calligraphy, she stood up and looked at each of the characters she had drawn in turn. Beautiful. She had graduated from the I.G.O.C.A academy at the top of her class in poetry and calligraphy and had made many gifts of her work to friends and lovers over the years. She often wondered to what distant star systems some of them had travelled taking her creations with them.A warm, gentle female voice; the voice of her phone, then informed her,“It is now 9am Miss Murakami.”“Thank you. Alert me again at 10am please.”“Very well Miss Murakami.”With one final long glance at the calligraphy she headed towards the bathroom. Shedding her black kimono and underwear along the way, she stood before the mirror and looked at her body. Long hours of yoga and training had paid handsome dividends; at twenty-eight, Haruna was athletic and powerful without having lost any of her grace and femininity. Her long, straight, black hair hung around small, pert breasts. A slender midriff, svelte hips and graceful legs completed a sublimely beautiful form.At only 170 centimeters, she was a petite powerhouse. But pride in her body and in her obvious beauty never touched her heart. Her body was a tool, her beauty; an opalescent vapor like the mysterious swirling clouds that ringed the mighty planet of Melanchthon..After showering, Haruna Escort Anadolu Yakası donned a light kimono of dark purple silk and proceeded to pack her case. Right on time, her phone announced,“It is now exactly 10am Miss Murakami.”“Yes, thank you.”Seconds later she heard the door chime. Tapping a control on the door activated a window through which she saw a young woman carrying one of the slim black envelopes that contained official Guild correspondence. She spoke to the woman,“Ok, swipe your card.”The woman did so and a gap appeared at eye level. She handed the envelope to Haruna and departed. Haruna then settled down on her sofa to read. Essentially, she had to travel to an address in the city’s swanky 71st district to meet a couple whose details were itemized minutely in the letter. After reading it a second time, she started planning her night’s work. *Kyle and Ursula had spent the entire day naked in bed. Their servants had brought them numerous gourmet meals, champagne, and a succession of exotic cocktails. They had kissed and fondled, watched hours of holo-porn and traded romantic small-talk. Finally at 6pm he blindfolded her and hung a long string of antique pearls around her neck; a string so long that it touched the tiny strip of blonde hair at the apex of her pussy. She kissed him passionately and felt his cock begin to come to life as he cupped her smooth firm ass cheeks. He slid his cock into the gap between her legs but she pulled away.“Ah no, not yet baby. I have a very special surprise for you. I’ve been planning it for months. A real treat for both of us. Save your…um… energy for that.”He pinched a handful of her ass cheek and collapsed back onto the bed.“Oh fuck baby, don’t make me wait too long. I want to empty my balls deep inside you. Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day, a year ago? Fuck, were you horny!”“Oh yes! That’s why I want to make this one even more special and more memorable.”“You look after me so well sweetheart.”She fell into his arms and soon their tongues entwined. They kissed until a chime sounded in the air above their bed.

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During my freshman year of my undergraduate studies, I was staying in some really old dorms that had never been renovated. They were so old and out-of-date that they still had the original steam heaters from when the building was first built in the 1940s. Let me tell you, those things were fucking ancient. They were really huge too and they were in all the rooms.

None of the dorm rooms had individual bathrooms either; instead, if you needed to use the bathroom or take a shower, you had to go down the hall to the communal bathrooms shared by everyone on the floor. The dorms had originally only been built for men, so all the women’s bathrooms were just repurposed men’s bathrooms. They even still had urinals in them!

On top of all these nuisances, my dorm room was always really noisy during the evening. My roommate was always watching sitcoms on her television set that she’d brought with her from home and she’d always laugh at them hysterically as though they were the funniest thing in the world. Meanwhile, all the walls in those dorms were terribly thin and the girl in the dorm next to ours was always listening to pop songs at top volume. I tried to ignore all the noise, but sometimes I just needed to get away from it all.

The dorm building I was living in was divided into “houses” with each “house” having three floors of dorms, a resident assistant or “R.A.,” and a small lounge on the top floor that was just for members of that house. Some of the houses were co-ed, but my house was all-girls. Whenever I needed to work on homework, I’d go up to the lounge on the top floor, where it was usually nice and quiet.

There was an area with three couches and some coffee tables at one end of the lounge and at the other end, furthest from the door, were two tables with chairs. On that side of the room, there was also a steam heater. I’d always sit at one of the tables in the back of the room and work on homework or study for my classes.

No one else went up there—ever. Every time I ever went up there, the place was totally desolate. I mean, most nights, I could’ve probably gone up there, gotten totally naked, stayed up there like that for hours, and no one would’ve ever caught me. Of course, I never actually did that because I wasn’t a fucking idiot, but I probably could’ve done it and gotten away with it.

One night in early December at around 11:30, I was sitting on the other end of the room and I heard really loud sexual moaning coming from the heater. I went over to the heater and put my ear to it and realized the moaning was coming from the girl in the dorm room directly beneath the lounge. She was having very loud, passionate sex with a man.

I could hear literally everything that was happening in that room very clearly through the heater. I could hear the woman moaning very loudly, the man grunting as he thrust into her, the woman giggling between thrusts, the two of them talking to each other. It was Ataşehir Escort fucking hot and I was getting really turned on.

I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second, so I reached into my panties and started playing with my clit. I know how incredibly perverted and voyeuristic this sounds, but I really couldn’t help myself and, besides, I could hear them from across the room anyway, so I figured, if they’re going to be so loud anyway, I might as well get off on it.

There was a window on the door to the lounge and, even though no one from my actual house had ever come up, boys from the house next door had sometimes come up to the door, thinking it was their lounge, and tried to get it. Obviously, they couldn’t get in since their keys wouldn’t work in the lock, but they could still see in through the window. I turned off the lights to the lounge so that way, even if one of them did happen to come up and look in through the window, all he’d be able to see would be blackness.

Then I laid down next to the heater. I unzipped the fly on my jeans, slid my hand into my panties, and started full-on masturbating as I listened to the couple having sex downstairs. I slid my middle and index fingers of my right hand into my tight opening and began thrusting in and out, fucking myself, while I used my left hand to fondle my breasts and play with my nipples.

I closed my eyes, imagining that I was the woman in the dorm below and that it was her partner who was fucking me and fondling my breasts, rather than my own hands. I tried to time each thrust of my fingers with each groan from the man in the dorm below. I tried to imagine what the mystery man might look like. Naturally, of course, I envisioned him tall, buff, and handsome with a mane of curly, brown hair.

The woman’s moans were getting louder and louder. I removed my left hand from my breasts and brought it to my clit. I was struggling not moan myself as I thrust in and out of my own pussy with my right hand and furiously rubbed away at my clit with my left.

Then I heard the woman cry out in ecstasy as she (presumably) came. That was hot enough to put me over the edge. I let my first orgasm that night wash over me. It took all my self-control to keep myself from moaning out loud in ecstasy of my own. After that, I heard them talking.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” the guy said.

“Sure,” I heard her say. After that, I heard her gargling as she sucked his cock. Then I heard her coughing. She coughed for several minutes. Finally, she stopped.

“God, I just almost died,” I heard her gasp breathlessly.

“I guess you can’t deepthroat,” the guy muttered.

“No, I can deepthroat, but, I mean, you’re just so huge I can’t do it on you,” she excused.

I had to keep myself from giggling at the sheer awkwardness of the situation. I was overhearing a couple in their most private moment and learning all their intimate details Ataşehir Escort Bayan of their sex lives—all just because they happened to be unaware of the fact that the pipes for the steam heater carried all the sound from their room straight up into the lounge!

Then, at that moment, I was forcibly yanked out of my state of amused contemplation and back to reality by the sound of a key turning in the lock to the door of the lounge. I panicked. No one but me had ever come up to the lounge before—ever! I’d been sure no one else in the dorm even knew it existed. I quickly pulled my now-soaking wet hand out of my panties.

The lights flipped on and I sat up to see the R.A. for my house come in through the door. She was a sophomore, which made her a year older than me, since I was only a freshman at that time. I barely knew her; she had led several house meetings, but that was basically all the contact I had had with her. A rush of panic washed over me. Had she seen me masturbating? I hoped to God that she hadn’t.

“Oh. I’m sorry I woke you up,” she said. “I saw the lights were out and I assumed there was no one in here.”

Thank God. She didn’t know I’d been masturbating while listening to the sounds of the couple downstairs in the throes of ecstasy.

I quickly went back over to the other side of the room and sat back down at the table and pretended to go back to my homework. My right hand was still covered in my pussy juices and the fly on my jeans was still open. I crossed my legs under the table, hoping the R.A. had not noticed my open fly. I surreptitiously wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans.

The R.A. sat down on one of the couches, got out her computer and started working. We sat there, both working in silence for a few minutes, but the couple downstairs wasn’t done yet. Not even close. Within minutes, I started hearing them fucking again.

The woman was moaning up a storm and I was certain the R.A. could hear her moaning too, since I was on the other end of the room and I could hear her, but the R.A. was sitting right next to the heater, meaning she should’ve heard the moaning even better than I could from where I was sitting.

The girl’s moaning got louder and louder and soon she was flat-out screaming.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk! Ohhhhh Godddd yeeeesssss!” I heard her shriek.

The R.A. and I both tried to ignore her screams and cries of ecstasy, but I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties and I was guessing from how much the R.A. kept fidgeting and readjusting her sitting position that she was feeling uncomfortably aroused too. This went on for what felt like forever, but was probably actually only around twenty minutes.

I think that those twenty minutes of sitting there in the lounge with the R.A. with my fly undone, my panties soaked, and my head filled with lustful thoughts as we both listened to the girl in the dorm on the floor below getting her brains Escort Ataşehir fucked out were possibly the most awkward twenty minutes of my entire life. The sexual frustration was unbearable. My pussy was aching for further release. I desperately needed to finish off what I had started.

Finally, after sitting there for what felt like ages, the R.A. finally packed up her laptop.

“See you later,” she said. Then she left. The door to the lounge slammed shut and locked behind her, leaving me once again alone in the room. By this point, the screaming had subsided. I went over to the heater and listened. They were talking to each other.

“That was amazing,” the woman said.

“I could tell,” the guy responded.

“I can’t believe we actually had sex,” she told him. “We’ve been friends for so long and we’ve never done this before. My boyfriend’ll be so mad if he finds out.”

I felt like my heart skipped a beat when I heard this. The man this woman had been fucking wildly for the past hour or so wasn’t her boyfriend; she was cheating on him. This made the fact that I had overheard them fucking seem even more thrilling.

“We can’t let anyone know about this or it’ll get around to him,” the man who was not the woman’s boyfriend replied.

“That’s absolutely right. We can’t tell a soul. No one’s ever gonna know we FUCKED,” the woman laughed. “We’ll take this secret with us to our graves.”

I was struggling to avoid laughing out loud at the whole irony of this situation. It just so happened that the one time they were the most certain that everything they were doing was a complete secret was actually the one time someone else was listening in on them.

After that, I pulled my jeans and panties all the way down to my knees. I plunged my middle and index finger of my right hand into my wet pussy and began fucking myself with them, thrusting in and out as I simultaneously used my left hand to play with my clit. I came something like fifteen times, all the while thinking about the things I had just heard.

After I was done fucking myself, I was all hot and sweaty. Even though it was December, the steam heaters tended to work too well and so all the rooms were always way too hot. I packed up all my things and brought them back to my dorm. Then I got together everything I needed to take a shower and headed down to the showers, wearing only a fluffy pink bath robe and some shower sandals.

When I got to the showers, I saw none other than the girl who lived in the dorm directly beneath the lounge, the same one whom I had just overheard having the fuck of a lifetime with her secret lover. She was just getting out of the shower and was wearing only a white towel, wrapped around her body. Her long, black hair was hanging down, dripping with water.

I realized that she must have gone to take a shower immediately after her partner and her were done having sex. I wasn’t sure what to say to her, so I just said, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having an awesome night so far tonight. How’s your night been?”

“I guess it has been pretty awesome for me too,” she replied. She kind of half smiled at me. Then she headed back to her room.

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The previous entry had me at a couple’s home, where I closely witnessed an amazing sexual encounter involving the wife and a man she met in the local casino. I slept at their house that night.I woke up in Russ’s house, in a slight state of confusion or mentally dazed. It took a moment to clear my head and last night’s show immediately returned in my mind. I lay there fully dressed, pondering what I witnessed and wondered if Amanda was able to sleep after her experience. I rolled out of the bed and walked to the bedroom door, listening for any sounds that indicated that someone was awake. Not hearing anything, I walked out of the room and made my way to the den. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I heard a wooden chair sliding on a stone floor.I found the source of the smell and sound. Russ was sitting at a table with a cup of coffee, dressed in a robe. I startled him as I entered the kitchen. He nodded toward the coffee pot and the cups in the open cupboard above the pot. I poured myself a cup and joined him at the table. A moment passed before he spoke. He mentioned that the guy and I were the only times we have done that. He looked at his cup, then took a sip. I told him that I respected their privacy then I sipped from my cup. He managed a smile and told me that it would be a little Ataşehir Escort while for him to get ready and then he would bring me to my car.While I waited, I checked my cell. Simone called about five times and left a message. But I didn’t listen to it. About fifteen minutes passed and Russ returned to the kitchen. He was dressed casually and looked better. He asked if Amanda had come down. I told him no, and we walked out to his car.On the way back to the casino, I asked Russ about the security system. He mentioned that he was a building architect, the kind that designed large buildings. The company he owns designs, builds and over saw everything from the foundation to completion. And it involved security systems and building management: everything. I nodded and explained to him that my job involves building management, controlling building electrical systems, air conditioning, including fire and security. I said that I was impressed with security system, and I had experienced similar systems in highly sensitive government locations.He told me that Amanda doesn’t know about that part of the system.We reached my car and I thanked Russ for the hospitality. He smiled, saying see you later. I watched him drive off before I got in my car. As I drove to my Ataşehir Escort Bayan apartment, I thought about Russ and Amanda’s relationship. Apparently, he traveled often, and I wondered if she remained at their home alone while he was away. I arrived home, showered and laid on my bed. The thought of that man’s endowment returned. I wondered how any woman could handle something as large as that. But babies are born, so that ended that chain of thought.My cell buzzing brought me back to the present. As expected, it was Simone calling. She sounded a bit annoyed asking if I were OK. I told her yeah and told her I was at the casino with some coworkers. Then I asked her when she would be home.Simone talked for a few minutes about her trip and wanted to make plans for the upcoming holiday. I suggested the casino rather than the usual clubs we hung out with our friends at. She said that it might be fun and said that she would drop by after she got back.That night I dropped by the little bar near my apartment and chatted with the bartender over a beer. He asked how work was going. I told him that I’d be going to Phoenix for training the first week of February. Nothing was going on at the bar, so I called it a night after one beer.At my apartment, my neighbors Escort Ataşehir had returned to Italy for the holidays, according to Simone. Without any action going on, I crashed in front of my television.The next day, Simone called and said that she was coming by. I showered and dressed in my usual jeans with a polo shirt and waited for Simone to arrive.She arrived, wearing a fuchsia-colored blouse and jeans. She caught my admiring eyes just before kissing me.We picked a small cafe to have lunch and Simone talked about her visit as she drove. She spoke about how she met with a couple of her childhood friends. When we arrived at the cafe, the hostess sat us at a table that was somewhat obscured from the entrance.I sat quietly, listening because I sensed that Simone was getting to something with her conversation. The conversation went on for about thirty minutes. During that time, I noticed that she seemed a bit different than usual as she spoke.She spoke about some wild times and about one friend, Michelle. She paused to take a sip of tea, then continued telling me that Michelle was raised in a single parent home by her mother. They met on the first day of second grade and became friends that day. They spent many weekends together at each other’s house and Michelle usually stayed at her house because of her mother’s career at the hospital.Simone paused and finished the last bite of her salad. Before Simone answered, she looked at a couple entering the cafe, then waved our waitress over and asked for the check.  In a low tone she whispered that she would tell me when we got back to the car.

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Solo Shower

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I went upstairs like I always do and shucked my clothes off on the way into my bedroom…starting with my socks since I hate anything on my feet, y’know… skimming out of my sleep and work rumpled t-shirt and bra and wriggling out of my sweats and thong. Padding into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting it steam while I buzzed down my pubic hair to a short stubble and nearly skin on the sides, since I’m gonna shave while I’m in there. After what seems like eternity, the bathroom gets so steamy I can’t see, I step into the shower and begin my ministrations.

Letting the hot water stream over me, I feel my muscles start to relax as the thoughts from our conversations whirl through my head, keeping lower more intimate parts of me keyed up. Shaking my head to partially clear my foggy thoughts, I start lathering up with kiwi scented wash, letting the sudsy water flow down my body as my hands rub more scented soap into my skin and finally lathering my hair. I grab my razor and suds up my legs, shaving rather quickly but making sure both legs are silky smooth before going onward and upward. This time, I grab the shaving cream from the counter Ümraniye Escort and suds up my mound shaving in a landing strip and making sure I have smooth skin from back to front. I do this to please you — and myself — but I like knowing I’m smooth, ready, and soft for you.

Finishing up my washings, I run my hands over my body feeling the muscles that have started firming up from my daily workouts, my abs starting to flex as I run my hands from hips to breasts, picturing your face in my mind’s eye, feeling my nipples perk against my palms as I cup my breasts, lifting them to you in silent offering then rinsing them off as I caress each still-firm mound. Pinching each nipple softly, harder, then harder still, I groan as I feel a jolt from each nipple straight to my clit. Nipple play has always made me horny — whether it’s by myself or with someone else. I finish rinsing off and letting my fingers trail over my pussy lips as I feel a very unexpected tingle from the cream. Grabbing the bottle I read “menthol” on the label…oh…so that explains that tingling feeling that is creeping down through me. What Ümraniye Escort Bayan the hell, I thought as the sensations start to overwhelm me.

My fingers lightly playing over my pussy lips I rake my nails lightly over my clit as I groan and add another glob of cream to keep that tingle going. My hips start to rock as I press harder on my clit with two fingers of one had while the other hand dips into my cunt feeling my own wetness through the wetness of the shower. Fingers sliding in and out of my cunt, I run my thumb nail over my clit as I groan feeling my cunt filled with my fingers dripping wet for me…for you.

Fingers still moving, I press the heel of my hand against my clit and rock into my hand…fucking myself imagining you watching me…noticing that the silkiness of my juices feels interestingly sticky when mixed with the water from the shower. Remembering my promise to you, I slip my other hand around to starting to play with my arse teasing the bud and pressing in as I shiver and slide down the wall to a squatting position for better access. I relax as my finger keeps pressing into Escort Ümraniye my arse while I rock my clit against my hand, trying to hold my orgasm off until I fulfill my promise. I finally feel my muscles relax and the first two knuckles of my finger pass the tight muscle of my arse. I shudder at the light zap of pain but it’s over powered by pleasure as my finger slides in and out and body reacts to the sensations.

I find myself gasping for breath as I try to not slide down the wall to the floor, shifting to my knees I spread them wide as I keep both hands moving as I work myself toward release. I moan as my fingers move faster and faster, slipping the hand out of my cunt to concentrate directly onto my clit, rolling it between my fingers as I shudder as I slip another finger into my arse. I’m teetering on the edge, my breath is coming in gasps and my eyes are unfocused as this time I pinch my clit while shoving my fingers deep into my arse, imagining it’s your cock…at that thought, my hips popping wildly I start cumming harder than I ever have before while I bite my lip till it bleeds to keep from screaming my release…

After I come back to reality I slide my fingers from my arse and pussy, and try to stand up on shaky legs while I give myself another hasty rinse…wow…I let the hot water run out. Oh well, it was very much worth it, I just have to remember to write it down to give to you…stepping out, I dry off and keep smiling.

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I arrived home from class excited about my night out with friends. It had been a while since I had a Friday night off work without having to be at work early the next morning and I had every intention of partying all night. Dinner with the girls and dancing the night away at the club.

But when I entered my bedroom and saw what was laying on my bed, I knew my girls night out, was out. Some clothing was very neatly placed at the foot of my bed with an envelope adorned with one word: “Pet”.

I opened the envelope and removed the note.

“Be ready at 8:00”

It was signed “Sir”.

My heart was racing. Anytime that Sir left me such instructions, I was in store for an evening that I would certainly never forget.

I inspected the clothing left for me and immediately became excited. It was a white button down shirt, a plaid skirt, simple white cotton bra, bobby socks, and a pair of black and white oxfords on the floor. A school girl uniform.

Beside this on the bed was a small makeup case with some blush, eye liner, red lipstick and matching nail polish.

It was only 3:45 so I had plenty of time to get ready but my mind was racing wondering what was in store for me. I wanted to please Sir and make him proud of me, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

I called my friend and backed out of our plans, stating some plausible excuse. Sir and I have certain scheduled days a week when we play, but plans do NOT interfere with His surprise events. He is very good to me and I cannot deny Him.

I went to the bathroom and began getting ready by running a bath and shaving. Sir likes me smooth so I spend extra time getting everything to his liking. After bathing with Sir’s favorite soaps and shampoo, I dry my hair and style it now I think he would want it, given my outfit. He loves to play off of our age difference; being that he is more than twice my age, he loves accenting my youthful appearance. Since I know He is going for the school girl look, I consider pig tails, but this screams elementary school, so I decide to go with a single pony tail tied with a red ribbon.

Still wrapped in my towel, I get my new nail polish and go to the couch. I watch a sitcom rerun as I paint my finger nails and toe nails and let them dry. After this, I return to my room and grab my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I take the tag off of the bra an put it on. It’s a cute little thing that reminds me of some of my first training bras years ago, only with larger cups. I dig through the clothes and return to my bed looking for my panties, but there are none. This would indicate that Sir wishes for me to go without. I put on the skirt and am shocked at how short it is. It is pleated like a traditional school uniform but is several inches shorter than any I wore in high school barely a year ago. It covers me but sitting and bending over will be interesting.

Next, I begin my makeup in the bathroom. Sir has included no powder or base and I know that he wants me to emphasize my natural complexion and not hide it. I applied the eye liner followed by a light application of blush; just enough to accentuate my cheeks. Finally, I finished up with the lipstick. Looking in the mirror at myself, I felt that Sir would be pleased. I took my shirt off the hanger and put it on and buttoned it. It was snug but not tight and accentuated my small waist and ample breasts. My bra was slightly visible at certain angles and lighting. He had me dressed to tease.

It was now 7:45 and I began wrapping up getting ready for Sir’s arrival. I had noticed a small pocket on the skirt, just large enough for a credit card or ID. I placed my ID in it even though I’m not old enough to drink and would likely not need it and headed for the living room. As an after thought, I grabbed the new lipstick and put it in the pocket with my ID, for touch up. I get the feeling the bright red lips will be a feature Sir will focus on.

As I entered the living room, there was a knock at the door. I peeked through the peep hole and confirmed it was Sir, early as usual. I opened the door and invited him in.

“You look lovely.” He says with a grin.

“Thank you, Sir.” I reply modestly.

“Ready of go?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With this brief exchange, he ushers me out the door and locks it behind us. He opens my car door and admires me hungrily as I climb in. He drives us to a popular local night club. With me on his arm, we enter the club and are met with many curious stares of those interested in what our story is. A well dressed, good looking older gentleman with a school girl on his arm. We have a seat at a table and he orders us drinks. He thinks its cute to order a beer for himself and a Shirley Temple for me. My clothes, though not that out of place, continue to attract stares from the club patrons because of the suggestiveness of them given my chaperone. After I finish my drink, Sir encourages me to go dance. He is not one for dancing, but he insists that I go have fun. Walking out on the dance floor with my friends, in clothing that I am comfortable Ankara escort with, is one thing. But going out alone dressed as I am with everyone already eyeing me, is nerve wracking.

I feel awkward and clumsy dancing at first, but most of the other dancers pay little attention to me and before long, guys start making their way toward me. Most dance with me a moment or two and get an eyeful, others try to get closer. Before I know it, one guy is behind me, gyrating is pelvis against me and reaching around running his hands down the front of my shirt to my waist and around the sides to hold my hips. I look at Sir, who as been watching me the whole time, but he merely nods and grins slightly. I know this means that he is pleased with me and wishes me to continue as I am going. The guy behind me takes my inaction as approval of his advances and proceeds. He works his hands back around to my stomach and holds me against him as he begins very a sexually provocative thrusting motion behind me. He soon pulls one hand behind me and pushes me face forward, to where I am standing in a bent over position, continuing to thrust against my ass. I place my hands on my knees to steady myself as he runs his hands up my thighs lifting my skirt as he does. I have noticed people around us watching and my heart stops, knowing that they are all about to be fully aware that I am wearing no panties. I glance at Sir, who only continues to watch, sipping his beer. Several other guys around me, emboldened by the one guy’s advances, decide to chance copping a feel too and move in on me. Before long, I am being passed back and forth from guy to guy on the dance floor. Some grab me close, grinding their obviously hard cocks against me through their pants. Some fondle my breasts, some slide their hands under my shirt and rub over my stomach. I had as revolving sea of guys around me feeling and touching. I was pretty much being publicly molested. And then one was brave enough to reach under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy.

I looked up at Sir, but he was gone, and my heart stopped. I was about to panic when He appeared in the thick of things. I had one guy behind me, grinding, one either side who had taken my hands and had me grabbing their cocks, and the guy in front of me, who had his finger about to press inside my shaved pussy.

Sir’s voice was calm but commanding, “Pardon me gentlemen, I’m afraid it’s time we have to be going.”

He pulled me off of the dance floor to the protests of the young guys and toward the main door, with me trailing behind him holding his hand like a child being pulled to a private area for punishment. But i knew i was nit being punished; Sir had plans tonight. We had only been here an hour or so though and I was surprised that we were leaving already.

When we reached the car, he opened my door like the perfect gentleman and paused. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me quickly on the lips. The tang of beer on his breath and his touch sent my heart racing.

“Did you have fun, my pet?” he asked.

“Yes Sir. ” I said, flushed with excitement at his show of affection.

“Good. Then I think our next stop will not disappoint you either.”

This this he gestured me into the car and again eyed me as I got in. We rode in silence for a few minutes. We pulled up and parked at a hotel and he walked around and opened my door. We entered the lobby and he went straight toward the elevator. Then he turned and looked at me as we passed the ladies room.

“You want to freshen up before we go up. ” He said.

It was more statement than question so I replied, “Yes Sir. Thank you.”

I didn’t know why I would need to freshen up if we were just going to a hotel room. Surely the bathroom in the room would be fine, but I could tell that he wanted me to go here so I did. I took the opportunity to pee and checked my makeup. I was a little hot from dancing but my blush had stayed fairly well so I just reapplied my lipstick and straightened my clothes.

When I left the restroom, we entered the elevator and Sir pressed the button for the floor and the doors closed.

I followed Sir down the hall to the room and stood beside him as he used the key card to open the door. I was surprised entering the room, to find it already occupied. There were several black men already there, sitting on the couches of the luxurious suite room, watching a basketball game on TV.

The three, neatly dressed, men got quiet and turned to see us as we entered and Sir closed the door behind us. The men, each in their late twenties or early thirties, looked like they were expecting us but looked confused as well.

“Cut that off.” Sir commanded, looking at the television.

After a moment of confusion from being ordered around by a strange man, one of the men made to turn it off but I, accustom to quickly following Sir’s commands, was already at the TV pressing the power button. The men turned and eyed me with cautious smiles on their faces. About this time, another black man walked out of the Ankara escort bayan bathroom and spoke to Sir.

“Hey, man, I was beginning to wonder if you weren’t going to show. ” the man said.

“I’m here, just as promised, Jonathan.” Sir said to the man. And added gesturing toward me “And so is she.”

Jonathan seem, only then, to notice my presence although the other three had not taken their eyes from me.

“Oh, man, she’s even hotter than I imagined.”

“Indeed she is.” Sir agreed.

“Come here baby.” Jonathan said walking toward me.

I glanced at Sir, who simply nodded. Walking to the man, I began to wonder what was going on; why had Sir put me in this situation? But I trust him, so I wasn’t scared. Jonathan took my hand and turned me around, appraising me.

“Damn, she is fine.” he said as he sat down on one of the sofas and patted his lap. “Come here baby, have a seat.”

Looking to Sir for confirmation, I was given the same affirming nod. I walked slowly to Jonathan and sat as he had directed. He took his large hands and turned my face back and forth looking me over carefully. Then ran his hands down my shirt, across my breasts, down my stomach and slid them down my thighs to the hem of my skirt.

Sir spoke up then, “Gentlemen, this is my little Becca. I’ve brought her here to entertain you all. Enjoy her, but do not hurt her.”

Sir was giving me to these men to use. We had talked about things like this but I felt unprepared and anxious at the thought of being used sexually like this my total strangers.

When Sir had sat back, obviously finished, Jonathan slowly pulled my skirt up and the other three inhaled deeply as he exposed my shaved crotch. He quickly found my soft folds with his large fingers and began to explore.

“Come on guys. ” Jonathan said to the other three, and they converged on me.

Since Sir and I met and started playing, never had I been with anyone else. And never before had I been with more than one person at a time. Now, I am faced with four large black men. This was altogether exciting and scary. I glanced again at Sir who was now sitting on another couch watching attentively. He gave no indication of instructions so I went with my instincts.

One of the other men was unzipping his pants now and pulled out a very large cock and stood close to me.

“Here ya go babe.”

Another glance at Sir revealed no objections, so I grabbed the large black cock and stroked it a few times before pulling it into my mouth. It slid past my bright red lips and the man let out a grunting moan of pleasure as I felt his organ begin really engorging in my mouth.

I felt hands touching my breasts and thighs and Jonathan’s hand still rubbing on my clit. Soon, my shirt was being unbuttoned, exposing my bra and stomach. My bra was pushed down exposing my tits and soon I felt lips sucking my right nipple and fingers pinching and twisting my left. The cock in my mouth began to thrust in and out quickly began hitting the back of my throat, gagging me. I pulled back, but hands were suddenly holding my face as he thrust deeper. I tried to relax and take as much as I could, fighting the gag reflex, and took his cock deeper into my throat. Opening my mouth wide, he shortened his thrusts and I could feel the swollen head of his cock in my throat. I tried my best but eventually gagged and thought I was going to throw up. He saw this and pulled back letting me recover.

He stepped back and there were the other two men, now naked, pulling me to my feet. Jonathan stood and they pulled my shirt off and removed my bra before sitting me back on the couch. One of them stepped up to my right and thrust his cock in my face and I took it, pulling it into my mouth. He wasn’t as big as the first one, but was still larger than any cock I’d ever seen in person. As I sucked him, the other man stepped up to my left. I took his cock and began stroking it. The first man who I sucked was now naked and kneeling between my legs, lifting my skirt and spreading my pussy open. I was wet by this point and his large finger had no trouble penetrating me as he leaned over and began licking my clit. I jumped at the sensation and let out a yelp. This amused the men and they all laughed.

I pulled the cock out of my mouth and turned to the one on my left and began sucking it as I stroked the one on my right. The man between my legs was moving in closer. I felt his skin on my thighs and then the head if is cock against my, now very wet, cunt. He pressed forward slowly until his head had penetrated me and then pushed in deeper. After a few slow strokes, he pushed in all the way and I felt slightly painful sensation I’d never had during sex. He pulled out again and began thrusting in and out in long strokes. I’d never been with such a large man and at first it was uncomfortable, but I soon was able to take him all without any discomfort. I swapped back and forth on the two cocks to my right and left, sucking one and stroking the other. Jonathan was naked by this Escort Ankara point and sitting on the couch beside me playing with my tits.

The man fucking me was getting faster and faster, thrusting his large cock in and out of me. I was suddenly and surprisingly overcome with an orgasm and let out a loud scream of pleasure as the man continued fucking me.

“God damn! Look at this bitch getting off on my cock!” the man said braggingly.

All the men laughed and another said “Yeah, man, she’s a horny little slut, ain’t she?” Which brought another round of laughter.

Apparently excited by making me cum so quickly, the man fucking me, was nearing orgasm.

“Move boys!” He said as he pulled out and stood up quickly.

I realized at this moment that I’d stopped sucking or stroking the two cocks in my hands and that I was actually supporting myself from them. The man trust his cock at my face and as the others stepped back, pulling me up with their cocks, and practically shoved his in my mouth. I grabbed it stroking with both hands as I sucked it in and out, and within seconds he was cumming in my mouth. He came so much I thought I was going to choke on it all, but managed to swallow it down.

Jonathan was still sitting on the couch beside me, stroking his cock. I was even larger that the last one and I eyed it lustily.

“You like that slut?” He asked me.

“Yes sir.” I said.

“You want to suck it for me little girl?” He said teasingly.

“Yes sir, I do want to suck it for you.” I replied obediently and kneeled in front of him grabbing his huge cock with both hands.

I begin stroking his gorgeous cock slowly and rub it against my face and lips as his erection grew. Pushing it toward his stomach, I leaned down to lick his balls. I sucked one into my mouth and sucked gently, pulling back. He moaned as I let it slide from my mouth and I stared up at him giggling and bit my lip. I don’t know why, but I liked Jonathan the best and was enjoying playing with him. He looked at me and told me not to stop so I began ticking his cock again with my tongue all the way up and down the shaft. His moans continued as I felt one of the others lifting my skirt and pressing his cock against my pussy. I opened up and sucked Jonathan’s cock into my mouth as the other shoved his in all the way on the first stroke. I grunted what would have been a squeal, were my mouth not full of cock, at the surprise of being so suddenly impaled.

After the initial thrust, he pulled out slowly and started fucking me in a steady rhythm. I took as much of Jonathan’s cock as I could and pulled my head back sucking as I did. As I was pounded from behind, I continued to slide my mouth up and down on Jonathan’s cock sliding my tongue along the underside and licking the head, letting it pop out if my mouth every few strokes. Both men were moaning and grunting as they used my body for their pleasure. I thought of this and remember Sir, watching the whole thing and immediately got very excited and could feel another orgasm coming. I sucked Jonathan with more fury and the other mans cock drove me toward orgasm. I came hard again, pulling his cock from my mouth and almost collapsing into him, his cock pressed against my neck and my face on his stomach. I wrapped my arms around Jonathan’s waist and began kissing and licking, and nibbling on his hard abs. He was so absolutely masculine and hard and this drove me over the edge and I came again almost immediately, not from the fucking but from the thought of Jonathan’s hard body.

The man behind me started thrusting harder and faster and I could tell he was about to cum inside me, but at the last second, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. I could feel the warm spurts of his cum hitting my back, starting at my shoulder blades moving back to my ass. He stroked through his orgasm and pumped that last of his load right on my ass and continued thrusting his hard cock in my crack for several more seconds until his spasms had passed.

As he stood up, I did as well and unzipped my skirt to remove it. The man who has just cum helped me pull it down and stepped back with it after it was removed. I stepped over and sat on the couch beside Jonathan who leaned to me and began kissing my neck and cheeks as his hand fondled my breasts. I turned to him with lust in my eyes and kissed him passionately, putting my hands on his cheeks to keep our lips together. He tasted of beer, and in that moment,I could not remember a more passionate moment in my young life. I was snapped back to reality by the laughing of the other men.

“Damn right, man!” one called.

“Here, I know.” Another one said and I became aware of something touching me.

I pulled back from Jonathan and saw that they had found my lipstick in my skirt pocket and were writing on me with it. It was hard to see what was written on my chest, but I later saw that it read “SLUT”. On my stomach, one of the men was now writing “CUM DUMP”. I was snapped out of my romantic state that I had been in with Jonathan and back to the fact that I was being used by four black men as just that, a cum dump. I was filled with a mixture of embarrassment, rage, and humiliation. My heart was now pounding, not from sexual arousal, but from emotion. I remember Sir at that moment and looked at him; tears starting to well up in my eyes.

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Paul arrived at the building that his supervisor had directed him to, he had been feeling overworked lately. His back, neck and shoulders had been extremely tense the last week, it was starting to affect his performance at work. He sighed and walked inside, “I’m here for my appointment,” he said to the receptionist.

Tamika stood at the counter smiling, hoping that her appointment would be on time. Money had been tight lately and she needed the extra cash. Smiling as she saw a man walk in her eyes danced over his body taking it all it. He had a nice build and was not to bad looking either. She had to admit to herself that she just might enjoy this. Although she doubted he had any idea as to what he was in store for. “Hi I’m Tamika.. I am guessing your Paul?” she asked.

“Yes I am, I’m here for my 4pm massage,” replied Paul.

Smiling sweetly she checked the books. “Alright sir follow me. I will show you to your room and there you can undress there are towels available for your use and then I will be right with you.”

“Ok, thank you,” said Paul as he followed the black woman down the hall.

Stepping out behind the counter she led the way down the hall and to a room at the very end. Paul was her first customer that she had since she started her job here and she hoped that he would be pleased with his massage this afternoon. Stopping at the door she looked at him. “Here we are.”

“Thank you,” said Paul as he stepped inside and looked around the room it had a shower and table with a stack of fluffy white towels and a rack for hanging clothes. He pulled off his shirt and looked around again it reminded him a lot of a spa rather then a massage parlour.

Waiting a few minutes outside the door, Tamika knocked lightly, “Paul are you ready?” she asked.

Paul slid off his boxers and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Yeah, just a moment,” he called out as he tied the towel. He opened the door and stepped out.

Tamika could not stop her eyes from wandering or her mouth from watering. To see such a gorgeous specimen in front of her was something that she had not expected. As she could now see how well toned his body truly was. Her eyes trailed up and down his body as she softly licked her lips. Then snapping back Anadolu Yakası Escort to reality she looked up to him and smiled softly. “Alright let me show you to where we will be doing the massage.”

Tamika made her way down the back hallway to one of the rooms. All were empty, so she decided to go with her favourite. It was the largest room on her floor. The decorations were soothing but a bit on the erotic side of things. Hoping that this room would suit him she opened the door and showed him inside.

“Thank you,” said Paul as he stepped into the room to see the subtle erotism in the room, the paintings were almost indecent as he laid down on the table.

Smiling softly Tamika walked over to the counter and took off her rings and the rest of her jewellery. “If you will excuse me for one moment, I need to wash my hands before we begin sir,” she said.

“Fine by me,” said Paul as he tried to get comfortable but his neck and shoulders were so tense he couldn’t stay still.

Tamika left the room for a few moments. When she returned her hair was pulled back neatly and she had changed into one of her work uniforms which was simply a mini skirt and a nice tank top. The goal here was to please and so in turn the managers felt the girls showing a little skin would not hurt a thing. Walking back into the room she walked over to the table where Paul laid tossing and turning. Having warmed her hands she grabbed a bottle of heated massage oil and began to slowly massage it into his back. “How does this feel..?” She asked the man kindly. As she was unable to tear her eyes away from his amazing body.

“Feels great,” he groaned.

As she continued the massage she could feel the tension between his shoulders and across his back. There were knots through out his back and she could not understand what he did to have so much tension and stress in his muscles. Curiosity grasped her and although she was suppose to keep him relaxed she could not help but to ask. “Paul do you have a lot of stress in your life?” She asked as she worked on kneading one of the knots out of his back.

“No, it’s just my work keeps me really busy. I’m a fireman, it’s difficult to find much time to relax,” he said as her hands glided across Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan his back the oil sinking into his skin.

Listening intently to what he had to say she was a little surprised when he told her that he was a fireman. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything more she continued to massage his back hoping that this pleased him, the way it was suppose to. He groaned as he fingers worked magic on his tense muscles. Finally after a half hour of working out the knots Tamika decided it was time for him to roll over on to his back. Smiling to herself she looked down, “Ok Paul I will hold the towel in place and then I need you to roll over onto your back for me.” Paul thought that this was a bit different, not that he’d ever had a professional massage before. He pushed up from the bench and rolled over onto his back. It felt so much less tense now.

Smiling Tamika placed the towel back to where it belonged. Taking a little more massage oil in her hands she began rubbing it into his chest. She could feel his muscles pulse under her and it took her everything she had not to jump him right then and there. But she knew that was not apart of her job so she knew where she had to draw the line. But that did not mean she did not want to.

He groaned as the warming oil was spread across his chest he leaned back against the bench. This was heaven, he had to book another massage for another time it would certainly help relieve the tension he built up.

Tamika continued massaging his chest and then his arms and hands down to his calves and his feet. Then as she finished all the base areas she removed the towel and began to massage his thighs.

Paul was enjoying the massage immensely until he felt a tug on his waist as the towel was pulled away. He was shocked to say none the least but the oil had jellified all his muscles. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, her continued strokes on his thigh muscles were heavenly. He had to come back here some other time.

As Tamika felt his muscles relax in his legs one of her hands embraced his cock and began stroking up and down as the other massaged his balls.

Paul gasped as she grasped his cock in one hand and started a careful stroking motion. Escort Anadolu Yakası He moaned as she stroked him. Never in his life had he been in such an unusual situation.

Tamika continued working her hands as she was supposed to until she made him come. She was unsure how long that would take but this was the special package deal.

He groaned, prickles of sensation washed over him. He couldn’t believe he had such a goddess stroking his cock like she was while he laid practically immobile on the table. Her other hand caressing his balls send more waves of pleasure flooding through him

Tamika continued her massage on his balls as the hand stroking his cock began to go faster. Looking up to him she smiled softly, “Is everything alright?” She asked softly.

He moaned long and croaked “Fine.. it’s.. all good.”

Smiling Tamika continued working faster and longer strokes focusing on the head of his cock while her other hand continued its manipulation of his balls. Licking her lips she swallowed hard and continued on with her job.

His breathing increased steadily as the rest of his body felt extremely relaxed, his cock throbbed and ached from the devilish hands on him. He groaned again as the pleasure surged through him.

Feeling his cock twinge in her hands she continued going faster and faster.

He threw his head back and cried out as his cock throbbed once again before his orgasm washed over him and he exploded in the talented grip of her hands. He groaned as her hands milked him, he collapsed against the table as his orgasm faded away.

Smiling as she finished Tamika went over to the sink in the room and washed her hands. Grabbing a heated towel she walked back over to the table he was laying on and wiped him down so that he would be all nice and clean. “There you are Paul. Was everything up to your expectations?” she asked.

“Wow.. more then, nobody told me that is what the “special” meant,” he panted

Tamika looked at him a little confused and then took a step away. “Oh sir I do apologize then. I thought you knew.”

“No no, it’s ok. One of my work colleges probably thought it would be funny to play this kind of joke on me, don’t be embarrassed you were only doing your job,” he assured her.

Tamika nodded and then smiled softly, “There is a robe hanging on the door for you…Then you may use the shower facilities, Have a wonderful day.” She said to the man before leaving the room. She had never been so embarrassed in all her life! But she had enjoyed herself. She hoped her future clients were just as good looking as that guy was.

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This is my first ever shared erotica. Opinions/critiques are welcome.

*****

The rocking of the ship was more evident in the lower holds, and nowhere near as pleasant-smelling as the floor where Anastasia and her parents were booked. But it was definitely much more exciting to the bored little socialite who was enjoying her first time travelling far from her gilded home.

At her arm was a dusty, freckled crew lad with a gleam in his eyes. He’d caught her sneaking down the servant’s stairs to see what trouble she could get into down there…after realizing how lovely his quarry was, there was no way Michael intended on turning her in, or returning her upstairs anytime soon.

After sneaking a bottle from the hold’s stores of wine, Michael led Anastasia to a small room with a few crates, barrels, and stores of the rich passengers inside. They drank the wine from the bottle like savages. Anastasia reeled with the rocking boat and the heady wine, shivers of excitement traveled up and down her spine. Her breath was quick and shallow under her strict, boned corset, and she was beginning to get quite warm in this area down by the ship’s boilers. Michael smiled and handed her the wine again. With the next gulp, Anastasia’s vision swirled and everything grew dark.

From the darkness a spark grew…a bright, electric flicker of pleasure burned at the core of Ankara bayan escort her being. From that little spark, waves of light rippled outwards as she regained perspective. Anastasia heard moans, noises that made her squirm and shiver. Crashing waves of pleasure rocked her as the boat rocked her, as the wine rocked her…as her awareness grew, she realized that shewas laying on her back on a crate, her skirts raised to her stomach, while the sparkling-eyed Michael lapped at her dripping pussy. The moans were her own, and she clutched handfuls of his short red hair as the tip of his tongue drove her into a frenzy.

Michael saw her awake and rose from his knees. With his strong arms and one deft motion, he turned Anastasia over onto her stomach. He slid his hard cock from his breeches and grabbed Anastasia’s hips. “No…no, wait…” she stammered, “I *ugh* just can’t…” Michael rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet pussy lips and Anastasia’s words trailed off.

“Well, love, dya want it or not?” he asked cheerfully, toying with her dripping cunt. “You tell me what you want.” He pulled away and her hips followed.

“Wait, yes, I…yes! Please don’t hurt me…but yes…” Anastasia gasped her desires as Michael gritted his teeth in an ominous, knowing grin, and pulled her hips back, impaling her with his hard cock. Her gasps turned Escort bayan Ankara to a shriek and then repetitive moans as he worked in and out of her tight pussy. Over the waves of lust and clouds of desire clogging her mind, she heard a whistle and a laugh in response. She opened her eyes to see another hard cock standing at attention in front of her face! The sailor to whom it belonged quickly thrust it into her gaping mouth and grabbed a handful of her hair to help hold her in place.

Anastasia gagged on the old sailor’s cock, but couldn’t help but moan as her pussy was drilled from behind…she rolled her eyes upward and stared at the man fucking her face…he smiled at her and she felt a new thrill of submission shiver through her spitroasted body. “Good girl,” he said, petting back her hair while she bobbed on his cock of her own volition.

She barely noticed when Michael pulled out of her pussy and another coal-dusted workman replaced him, except that the thrusts grew a bit harder and deeper. Anastasia started to get lost in the sensations when the old sailor grabbed her head and shoved it against his stomach, and launched gobs of semen down her throat. He held her there until he was done and then pulled out with a pop. A new thick, hard cock took its place.

Meanwhile, the same happened at her other end…her hips were Bayan escort Ankara held tight as the cock in her pussy twitched and released strings of cum into her young, virile womb. No sooner was that cock gone but another was there, pumping away. The new sailor spat a big gob on her butt and used it as lube to start working his thick fingers in and out of her tight little asshole. Anastasia bucked and tried to wiggle away, but a few solid slaps on her ass and her face brought her back to a moaning, willing pile of goo. She released herself into the submission and felt her body betray her mind as her hips began to thrust back on the cock, back against the fingers spreading her ass open. So it was when the third cock entered her body, Anastasia came.

Her body rocked in quaking orgasm, and was answered by a new mouthful of semen. Someone kindly poured wine into her mouth and then stuffed another cock in before she felt too empty. By now, her tits had popped from the corset and her skirts were around her waist, her hair a mess and her face covered in tears and drool as she was used over and over by the ship workmen in a blurry haze of stretching, twitching bodies for hours and hours.

When Anastasia awoke, she found herself in a dark room. By the smells and sounds, she was still on board ship. She stood, her body aching. As her eyes adjusted she noticed a lantern and a washbasin. She reassembled herself the best she could before heading back upstairs, pleading illness for missing brunch and half the day’s sail with her impatient family. It wasn’t until the dribble of semen down her leg and the wink from a familar-faced porter that the craving to go exploring below decks began again…

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