Ann: The Married Years Ch. 19

Ann: The Married Years Ch. 19

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It was hard to believe it actually all started with a toilet. Sometimes that’s how great inspirations happen, occurring in the most unusual of circumstances. Opportunities present themselves in ways that can seem unimaginable. When they do one has to alter their vision in order to alter their future.

It seemed a bit dramatic when Neil thought of it in those terms. It wasn’t that simple and it certainly wasn’t guaranteed, but there was no denying that he’d become inspired the day he found himself lugging a toilet through his back yard.

Ever since that moment he’d been planning and scheming, changing from what he was originally doing for Ann to something much grander. Twisting the end result into a sexual adventure for her that was so big and so outrageous, he often doubted he’d be able to actually pull it off, even while in the midst of tirelessly working on it.

The fantasy wasn’t new and it wasn’t just for Ann. The truth was he was more obsessed with the idea than she’d probably be, even though he’d done everything he could think to do not to let it get to that point.

He was basing his assumption of how she would ultimately react purely on the fact that while it had been something they’d done several times, it had slipped off their sexual radar for so long it seemed lost forever. He’d convinced himself it was a role she’d crossed off her list, not wanting to play it anymore but not actually having the heart to tell him. Or maybe it was just one of those things that had run its course.

Regardless Neil had vision of sorts, and he decided to take a chance and see if he could entice his wife into doing something that was once a bigger part of their sexual lives. It was always the smallest of the parts but it existed, yet the idea that they might do it again always seemed to keep that pilot light burning inside him.

He also felt that he didn’t have the right to actually ask her, and he certainly wasn’t going to demand it. That wasn’t something he was comfortable with at all. Instead he buried it inside, finding it hard to even bring the subject up. That was odd since they had always prided themselves as being a couple able to talk about anything, sexual or otherwise.

That didn’t mean he didn’t try to subtly stoke her fire though. Weeks before he had been giving hints and acting in ways that he’d hoped would spark a desire. It was sexual kindling in search of a match. When it came to lighting that fire, he wanting her to be the one to rub it against the striking surface. It was always going to be decision that was ultimately up to her. She had to be in the right frame of mind mentally. Frankly she’d have to be up to it physically and emotionally as well. All he could do was set the stage and then hope she’d want to act upon it.

In a way that’s what he’d been doing, although he wasn’t setting the stage just yet. He was a big believer in first things first. He was actually building a stage of sorts. It was more like a dark, damp playground for them to explore that world once again. Hell, he was already using her playful name for the crawlspace underneath the house as motivation. He was creating a dungeon, for Annabelle.

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It was the Wednesday after their rain-soaked tryst in the yard. They’d spent the rest of that weekend fucking in the guest bedroom, but they never went so far as to use it to play any bondage games, despite the fact it had been somewhat designed with that very purpose in mind. When she was looking for decorations for the room before they ever officially owned the house, Ann found several with hidden hooks and bars and other items amongst the designs to allow for tying one up and having fun with them. Annabelle had such a profound impact on her early in her relationship with Neil that she felt compelled to account for her needs.

Instead those special features went unused. They just used the room to fuck. But it was more than fucking. Neil was dominant and Ann was submissive, at least as far as who controlled the action. He’d been rather physical with her as well, which she always seemed to love. There was just never a point where it all fell into the place; where Anna switched her mindset and Annabelle appeared.

Her mind really didn’t work like that. There wasn’t a switch. As they’d discussed many times, it was like Annabelle was in a box on a shelf, along with many of the other roles she played. She never came close to pulling that box down and opening it.

That didn’t mean he didn’t spend the weekend subtly pointing to where the mental closet was that had the box in it. He even opened the doors, pointing to the shelf… and the box, reminding her in a veiled way that it was there, just waiting to be used. All she had to do was pull it down and brush off over two years’ worth of dust on the top. Yes, it had been that long. Neil began to wonder if it was the kind of box with a lock and she’d thrown away the keys. Ataşehir Escort More likely she’d simply misplaced them, and she was having too much fun to bother looking for them.

Come Monday he put it out of his mind. He’d done all he could do to that point and he was tired of obsessing about something that might never happen again. They’d had another incredible weekend, one that they honestly would remember forever. It was there along with dozens of other memorable weekends they’d shared since they’d been married. When he kissed Ann goodbye at the front door, he resigned himself that it was time to move on.

That was harder than the thought though. It wasn’t that he couldn’t set wanting to be with Annabelle aside. That proved rather easy, actually. It was that when he watched Ann pull out of the garage to head to work, he knew it was the first day in a three week stretch where they’d be spending a big chunk of time apart. That was tough to swallow.

Ann would be covering for several vacations at work, the most important of which was Mary Ann. While Camilla would still be there, she was more of a behind the scenes person, doing the designing and literally creating a lot of the lingerie they carried in the store. Ann had become Mary Ann’s right hand girl. She was the assistant manager of the store, assuming the title after she’d been there a year. She’d had the unofficial title before that, but Mary Ann and Camilla were so thrilled with the ideas and energy she brought to the job, they created the position and gave her a nice raise.

With titles come responsibility, and one of them was covering summer vacations. She had no right to complain, since she’d just taken over a week off herself. But the timing was bad with regard to Neil’s job. He was just beginning his four-week stint on second shift and she was going to be working exclusively on days for three. That meant the only hours they’d be together during the week would be when they normally would be sleeping.

They both committed that they would make every effort to spend time with each other sexually, either when he came home sometime between 12:30 and 1:00 in the morning, or before she went to work at 8:00. But it was going to be rough, what with them having to adjust their sleep patterns. It didn’t help that he was a night owl that would want to stay up and unwind when he came home, while she was a morning person that liked to get up early, but they vowed to try and make the best of it.

Neil was going to have a lot of time on his hands when he was home. If it would have been a day here or a day there, he would have tried to set up a few rounds of golf with some buddies. Three weeks was too long a time period for golf to fill that much idle time. Instead he decided to surprise Ann by doing one of the redecorating projects she’d wanted to do since they bought the house.

She wanted to remodel the bathroom. Not the master one. She’d been able to decorate it the way she wanted from the start. But she had ideas for the one in the hallway, wanting to make it more contemporary for their guests when they came over. The genesis of her ideas all hinged on color; she wanted the scheme to be black, red and white. She didn’t want to repaint the white walls… as they would work to her advantage. But she didn’t like the almond colored fixtures in the bathroom at all. While they worked well in what she considered her bathroom with the separate vanity just outside it, she hated the ones in the hall bathroom.

Suddenly having time on his hands, Neil put together a rough list of things he’d need to accomplish her goal. He’d started the actual list almost a year before when they’d first talked about it. It hadn’t really been a priority and she didn’t bitch about it. It was more of a suggestion on her part. She had mentioned that she wanted a bathroom that showed their friends who they were; one that was more like they were as a couple… sexy. And to her, the color scheme she wanted to use screamed sex, especially if she could decorate it the way she envisioned in her head.

But it started with Neil and a remodeling job that would take some work. Actually, it wasn’t going to take that much work. He figured he could finish it in a week and a half if he put his mind to it. The part that bothered him was that he wasn’t going to be able to surprise her with it. There was no way he was going to be able to hide tearing out a vanity and a sink, or the tiles in the shower, or changing the toilet. The best he could do was surprise her with the fact that he was actually going to do it for her in the three weeks he had before they were back on the same shift.

When she left for work on that Monday, he hopped in the shower. Twenty minutes later he was driving off to the local home improvement center. The same one he’d gone to for the dishwasher and the island in the kitchen that worked out so well. He ordered a black sink, with a white vanity top. He picked out a white tub to replace Bostancı Escort the almond one and he selected white, black and red tile for the walls and backsplash. He also ordered a black toilet. He considered a black tub but that was going to be a special order and it would take far too long to arrive.

The floor covering already in the bathroom would be fine. So would the walls. He’d let her pick out the accessories; towel bars, toilet paper holder and whatnot, wanting her to have control over the actual decorating. But the remodeling itself was something he knew she’d love, so he went with his selections.

The truck would be arriving on Wednesday morning with his order so he made plans to golf on Tuesday, thinking he’d get a round in before the project started and then he’d slip a day in here or there when he didn’t feel like working on the house. He wasn’t going to do anything on the project over the weekends, wanting to make up for lost time with his wife. That left him two and a half weeks’ worth of days to get the entire project done, and he knew it was likely only going to take him half that.

He was going to use the entire time though. He wanted keep his options open for golf on the nicer days. And he might just want a day to sit back and relax. He wasn’t going to tell Ann how long it would take, because he knew how she could be with her impatience. If he told her it would take one week, she’d expect it done in that timeframe, thinking she could start doing her part of the redecorating. If he told her three weeks, she’d back off knowing he was doing something special for her. She wouldn’t question him on why it was taking so long because she wouldn’t be there to see him working on it.

The only problem he was going to have, if you could call it a problem, was keeping her from wanting to do all the decorating she’d want to do to it as soon as he finished. He was worried she’d want to do that instead of spending the week with him, since they’d finally be back together working the same hours.

“Ah, I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” he thought, not wanting to change his mind about moving up the project. Truthfully, he didn’t want to be rushed, so he was going to stick with his original plan and worry about how she might act later.

He’d been somewhat disappointed that they weren’t able to get their sexual clocks to line up Monday night and all of Tuesday, but he had to be realistic. He’d just started second and she was under some pressure running the show at work. Considering that, he was happy they’d at least slept together. Come Wednesday morning he’d woken up early while she was in the shower. He was excited because the delivery crew was due to show up that morning. He was also horny and he was hoping that by being up, even though she’d had a shower, they might be able to have a quickie before she left for work.

When the shower turned off he called out to her, letting her know he was awake. She cheerfully responded, telling him she’d be there once she got herself ready. Throwing off the covers he went to use the other bathroom, returning with a semi-hard cock. Lying on his back he remained uncovered, slowly stroking himself to full hardness, knowing there would be no time for foreplay.

“What’s taking her so long?” he wondered as he watched twenty minutes go by, all the while still slowly stroking his erection. Ten more minutes passed and he knew they’d have very little time to be together. When another five came and went he got pissed.

“Fuck!” he grumbled quietly, knowing there was realistically no time left for them to have sex.

He could hear her, but barely. She wasn’t in the actually bathroom anymore. She was in front of the vanity just around the corner, primping herself in the mirror. It was one of the things he never pressed her on. She took great pride in making herself look amazing for him… and for herself too. But one of the quickest ways to an argument was to complain about how long it took her to get ready. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a pain in the ass from time to time.

He let go of his cock, his hands going behind his head as he crossed his legs at the ankles. He looked like he was lying in a hammock except for the raging erection sticking up from his naked body and the scowl on his face.

He heard her quietly enter the walk-in closet that was behind the wall at the head of the bed. She spent about ten minutes in there, presumably getting dressed, and then she returned to the mirror. In his mind he could see her checking out how she looked, the soft, happy humming wafting from down the little hallway that connected the bathroom area and the bedroom.

She finally walked into the bedroom, past the two windows, turning her head as she rounded the bed. She was still trying to be quiet, holding a pair of black leather stiletto boots in her hands. She stopped in her tracks, looking at him lying there with his thick, throbbing cock pointing at the ceiling.

“Oh Kadıköy Escort my God… Neil! I totally forgot!”

“Forgot what, that I called out to let you know I wanted to make love to you this morning?” he said bluntly, his eyes scanning her scantily dressed body. Her makeup was dark, her mascara and eyeliner thick, her lipstick actually black.

“Yes. I am sooooo sorry,” she said as she stared at him, the look in his eyes a mixture of hurt, disappointment and hint of rage.

“But that didn’t stop you from getting dressed like a whore this morning,” he snapped, mad at himself as soon as he said it.

“Wow!” she replied, her mouth hitting the floor, her eyes starting to well up.

“I… I’m sorry Ann. I didn’t mean -“

“Baby, you know it takes me longer to get ready on Wednesday’s.”

And it did. She wasn’t dressed as a whore. Well, actually she was in a way. Or a slut… maybe. She was definitely dressed for sex. If anything, she looked like she’d dressed to come to bed with him instead of heading off to work.

It was all part of the Happy Humpday events the store put on each Wednesday. Ann came up with the idea and part of the allure was to dress the part. Every girl scheduled to work would wear something from the store, and Ann was always one of the more daring. She was wearing a black leather bustier that lifted up her breasts, which were covered with a lace that showed just a hint of her areolas. She had on leather hip hugger shorts that matched the top. They were tiny and tight, and showed off her amazing ass while the top showed off her slender waist. She’d forgone stockings, what with the boots she was carrying. They were going to go up past her knees. In fact, she started putting on of them on at the foot of the bed, bending over at the waist as she tried to divert her eyes from his icy stare.

“What’s with the collar,” he said, looking at the inch-wide black leather piece that was adorning her neck.

“We’re promoting our new line of bondage wear today. I’m supposed to be a Dominatrix,” she replied as she flashed a sheepish smile… one that quickly disappeared when he glared at her.

“That figures. Always the Domme of late; never the sub,” he commented bluntly, albeit in a quiet, reserved way. It was the most obvious he had been about what had been occupying his thought for some time, but the frustration in his remark had more to do with the fact that she was about to leave.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he grumbled, pulling the sheets over his body as he rolled over with his back toward her.

“Neil, I swear, I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“I’m sure you will someday. Have a good day at the brothel.”

“Uh… okay,” she said softly as she pulled on her other boot.

“I’m surprised you’re not wearing your red wig,” he said as he shut his eyes, feeling his cock throb as it pressed between his body and the mattress.

“Oh my God! That’s a GREAT idea!” she yelled, pulling out the key to the trunk from the jewelry case on her dresser.

“Great… that you have time for,” he said dejectedly under his breath as she whisked by him, taking a few more minutes to rearrange her hair and put the wig she used as Barbara in place with bobby pins.

“How do I look?” she asked excitedly as she stood next to the bed a short while later.

He never bothered to open his eyes, stating “Beautiful” with more disdain than he cared to admit.

“Neil, you’re not even looking. Really, how do I look?”

He opened his eyes, sitting up just a bit, resting his head on his hand. “You look fine.”

“Just fine? I was hoping for slutty,” she giggled.

“Well, there you go then. Mission accomplished.”

“Baby I know you’re upset. But I promise I’ll make it up to you. Why don’t you come down to the… brothel today and I’ll take care of you on my lunch break.”

As tempting as that was, he knew he had the delivery coming, and he didn’t want to tell her about it. He wanted to surprise her. He could feel everything was about to come apart at the seams. He had to make up an excuse, and it would have to be a good one. Then again, he had a built in one at the ready. But it would mean sending her to work worried. Feeling his cock spasm again, he decided to just go with it, mainly because it was still how he was feeling.

“I’ve got plans,” he said at first, thinking that would suffice. But of course, she followed up by asking what they were. The stern look he gave told her to back off the questioning, but it was already too late. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well to start, I’ll either be taking a really cold shower, or I’ll be jacking off. Do you want the rest of my itinerary?”

Storming off, she yelled at him from the hallway.

“IF YOU’RE SO FUCKING IMPATIENT THAT YOU CAN’T WAIT UNTIL TONIGHT, THEN GO AHEAD AND DO IT YOURSELF! SEE IF I CARE!”

“YOU’RE CALLING ME IMPATIENT? THAT’S RICH! AND IF YOU REALLY CARED, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE JUST DRESSED UP LIKE A SLUT! YOU WOULD HAVE ACTED LIKE ONE!”

“I TOLD YOU I WAS SORRY, DAMMIT! STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING BABY!”

“YOU KNOW, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE WEARING THAT WIG AND THAT OUTFIT DOESN’T MAKE YOU BARBARA!” he yelled back. “AND I’M NOT TAKING ORDERS! IT’S MY FUCKING TURN!”

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Chocolate Box Ch. 01

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Amateur

I closed my eyes. It was my day off, the kids were in school, and my boyfriend had gone to work. His best friend, Brian, was home early from his first job and sleeping until time to go to his night job. He lived with us while he was going to school part time. I rolled over on my stomach and started dreaming…

I felt heat behind me, a presence getting closer and closer until it was on top of me. I couldn’t see him because I was still on my back, but I could feel his huge dick getting harder and harder, pressing into my ass through his clothes. At first, I just allowed him to gently grind against me, enjoying his wandering hands all over my body, then I realized – it wasn’t a dream! I turned around, surprised out of my sleep, and there he was – Brian, in all his chocolate brown naked glory, his dick had to be eleven inches or more! I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, I didn’t know how to respond. I was very loyal to Kyle but all of us had toyed with the idea of Brian Ataşehir Escort bringing a girl over and having an orgy at our house. We all loved and trusted each other and had known each other for years – what could be better? At any rate, Brian’s dick was now so close to my face I could feel the heat coming off of it.

All rational thought left my mind as I grabbed it and started sucking for all I was worth. I had daydreams about this at work and had to go to the bathroom to play with myself just to make it through the day, and here it was, really happening! He closed his eyes, leaned back, and started groaning and rocking his hips, trying to get as deep into my throat as possible, but I just couldn’t take it all. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly guided it back and forth, getting more but not all of his glorious dick down my throat. Then he reached behind me and started stroking my already wet pussy, then he bent down and started Bostancı Escort kissing me deeply. I love to kiss so that just drove me insane – I begged him to fuck me. He smiled and shook his head, then he put his head between my legs and started eating my sloppy pussy, as if it weren’t wet enough… I came so hard I thought my forehead would cave in! I HAD to have him inside me then, and the feeling was mutual at that point. He kissed me deeply again, telling me he loved the fact that I was tasting myself in his mouth. Then he whirled me around so that my ass was facing him, and his dick was pointed directly at my eagerly waiting, gaping hole.

Just as he got that massive head into my soaking wet pussy, in walked my boyfriend!

I was at the point of no return, so I pushed backward and forced his dick into me. GODDESS! It felt so good, so HUGE inside me, I almost came instantly. Not surprisingly, my boyfriend took his clothes off and Kadıköy Escort shoved his dick into my mouth. I took it in greedily while his friend fucked my pussy. I came within two minutes of this, a powerful orgasm that nearly threw them off of me, but I made sure that didn’t happen. And then it was on!

My boyfriend is an anal addict, but I didn’t want to let Brian’s dick go. They didn’t want to touch, being manly men from the Midwest, so they grabbed me by the legs and put me up on one knee. I supported myself on the right knee while Brian held up my left leg, and my boyfriend lubed my asshole and plunged in! They skewered me between them and fucked me in rhythm… the room spun as I came over and over again, one huge dick in my pussy and one huge dick in my ass… Brian tongue kissing me deeply while my boyfriend sucked my nipples… This went on for hours until they finally came and I thought I’d explode with their cum, gallons of it seemed to be injected into both orifices as I came with them.

I passed out, and the next thing I knew it was morning, my boyfriend was spooning me and snoring from the back and Brian was bringing me breakfast. “What y’all wanna do with the rest of the day?” he asked.

To be continued…

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The Return of Carolyn Lord Ch. 01

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Brunette

It was the night before her first day at the new job, and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely nervous about the whole thing. It was very late, yet Carolyn still remained in her tub of now-tepid bath water. It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting there. The world outside had become just too confusing for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.

To make herself feel better, she thought about her new well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens, but it did not really help.

Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company’s representative at a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two weeks ago. Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens had nothing to do with those terrible things that happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her former co-workers.

Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday by Mrs. Stevens to be her executive secretary. She didn’t entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn’t exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment and that always made her feel very insecure.

The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the conference!

With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs. Stevens’ eyes burning into her own. Weird!

But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn’t feel very secure about much of anything. Except Tamiko, of course. The small Japanese exchange student currently staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she could be sure of not to try to take advantage of her. She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.

She thought of others who had deliberately violated her trust in them. She had worked diligently as a paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had earned a position of respect. Her recent betrayal and humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for the moment anyway. It was only Tamiko who had somehow always managed to be present whenever she was needed the most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten herself into at the time.

In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.

After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm, Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with them. That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup at the receptionist’s desk. She also mentioned she was entitled to the firm’s standard package of two-months’ severance pay.

It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens’ company was a highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other things. The general consensus was that anyone who had a chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable company with excellent prospects and had an honest commitment to worker satisfaction.

So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were made to begin the formal process of recruitment. But first, she knew that before she could do anything, she had to finish with her former employers.

As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn’s things from that hateful place.

Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now sitting on her small kitchen table, before she reluctantly began to go through the contents. Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn found a large sealed envelope. It contained a letter of regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the last Christmas party, signed by all the firm’s employees who wished her well on her new endeavors.

The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage disposal.

After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn noticed two checks. One was a severance check for six times the amount to which she knew she was entitled. The second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.

A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded to nothing. “Successful!” she muttered. “Successful!” The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint. She collapsed on one of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh. Carolyn fought to retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in her shaking hand. Tamiko came up behind her and started massaging the tense muscles of her neck.

Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any more to do something as drastic as to follow her first impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand Ataşehir Escort what little was really due her. Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the reference with a grim satisfaction. She then raised it over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.

“How many ways can you say ‘excellent’?” Carolyn asked her friend dryly.

“How wonderful for you,” Tamiko replied. “But, it is only what you truly deserve.”

“Are you sure?”

Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent tears running down her cheeks. Tamiko carefully replaced all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to the box.

Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised the quietly weeping woman to her feet. Carolyn stood pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in her arms. Carolyn circled her own arms around her friend’s slender waist. She was wondering what would become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel Tamiko’s plush lips on her own, while the girl’s hands had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn’s firm buttocks through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight panties.

Even with Tamiko’s distractions, Carolyn still felt haunted. She could never get over the disturbing fact that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably erupted throughout the office that horrible Saturday, coincided with the one day she had to go to work without wearing any underclothes at all. She didn’t even have a blouse on with her suit.

Her clothes were not available that day because of an amazing set of circumstances. She had spent the night before at Tamiko’s apartment, following the strange initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual group of Tamiko’s friends. In the process of the initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled, even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that next day.

She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex fantasies of her life that strange Friday night. It all seemed so real, too! Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained to her the next day, it was just her own imagination running wild.

It was her secret belief that she herself and her own slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting cause of her own downfall. She couldn’t deny that she had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office like that, at least in the beginning. Was that the trigger? She wondered. It was a miserable thought, but one which followed her around her apartment like a dark cloud. It was all her fault!

Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a slight trembling of anticipation in her belly. Why did she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations in this unnatural way? What was wrong with her?

She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child, could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.

When she felt Tamiko’s tongue start to work its way between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break off the delightful kiss.

“Tamiko, please!” the blushing Carolyn said. “You know I don’t like it when you do that.” She gently pushed the girl’s hands away from their embarrassing grip on her sensitive behind.

“Yes, I know,” breathed Tamiko as she clamped her mouth over the protesting Carolyn’s once again, her hands returning to the woman’s enchanting buttocks. Tamiko’s tongue dueled with Carolyn’s before taking possession of Carolyn’s moist mouth, running freely inside the woman’s oral cavity before pulling out again.

Tamiko’s sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn shocked and gasping for air. Tamiko’s kisses always had that effect on her. From the moment their lips would touch, it wouldn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge surge through her entire being, and she would go positively limp. No one had ever had that effect on her before and she just did not understand it!

Of course, there was quite a few things going on in her life right now that she found absolutely baffling. Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her young friend had this strange habit of taking her completely by surprise with some childish routine (like just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her), leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite breathless. Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find that, after being agitated by Tamiko’s astonishing behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found herself drifting into would completely vanish. It was one of the things that made her care for the Japanese teenager all the more.

The woman looked upon her young guest with a constantly growing sense of affection. Tamiko, wise far Kadıköy Escort beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the troubled Carolyn. The events of that horrible weekend had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention her self-respect. Nothing in her previous experience had even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few days. Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from her thinking about the still hazy events which had altered her life forever.

Something happened to her that weekend. It spite of all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even just imagined, something fundamental had been changed inside of her. There now existed a weird burning deep in her, a burning which had never existed before. She had become obsessed with thoughts about sex. Everything around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow. The oddest things now affected her. It was as if a fire had been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all the same. A fire which threatened to burst joyously out of control at any moment.

But burst joyously at what?

Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire scared her.

“Thank God for Tamiko,” she thought. “Thank God.”

Although a solitary person by nature, without the calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her, Carolyn didn’t know how she would have survived the last two weeks. The girl was her rock. She could go to the teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need, and the girl would always be there for her, never fail her in her time of need. It was a debt she knew she could never repay.

Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either of them. Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always tell her of such things for her own good. And it was good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk about the important things with someone who cared about her as a person.

Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the fire. Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn bad enough, but the fire was something else again. She did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any more than she probably already had done. Even though much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up to her fight this thing within her. It was not young Tamiko’s problem at all, but Carolyn’s.

The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew, to even realize that she was bothering her in such an unusual way. Her guest was very polite, fastidious, intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that Carolyn found strangely compelling. Yes, Carolyn found her friend to be a perfect companion for her. Well, almost perfect anyway.

“If only she didn’t act so damn peculiar all the time,” Carolyn thought. It was just the way her luck had been running lately that her new best friend happened to be something of a nudist.

Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way about the home. Her own way of living, learned from her Greek-American background, could be considered by many to be very unusual indeed. But still! Some things just were not done!

Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to the housework. It always proved highly embarrassing for the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but comfortably furnished apartment, the girl’s supple, athletic body so proudly on display.

Strangely, Carolyn found her friend’s body unusually fascinating. She could hardly take her eyes from it. If she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find her heart pounding and her mouth very dry. How odd!

Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling uncontrollably whenever Tamiko’s nude form would accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body. Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an astonishing familiarity with Carolyn’s body that had the woman in quite a spin. She was always touching her in some way, quite innocently of course. Still, in Carolyn’s confused state of mind it was just another thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames burning within her.

Even the smell of the girl’s glorious sun-bronzed flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool.

Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to perform. The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a deal out of it.

However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Bostancı Escort Carolyn, should “get comfortable” as well, Carolyn could only politely decline.

It wasn’t just her strong natural modesty. It was the growing realization that whenever she was undressed around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain…things would happen. Her normally well-disciplined body would suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could prevent it, she would find herself…reacting. She would react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of her recent dream lovers. The burning within her would reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.

Reacting to Tamiko, of all people. It was ridiculous! She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.

It was all far beyond her understanding of what she knew to be right and proper. It was also far beyond her understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.

Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend could affect her in the most unseemly manner. It was absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen, but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.

They had been staying together for only a few weeks, yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird effect on her. She had never touched her in that special way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which occurred during their first Sunday morning together. Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend, that was the one incident which she could remember with crystal clarity. It still brought peculiar tingles coursing through her body at the very thought of that first Sunday.

Nights proved the worst. That first night, Tamiko insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her only condition for staying with her.

“I hate to be alone,” Tamiko had told her with tears forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was enough for Carolyn.

Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain her childhood fears. She didn’t hesitate in allowing Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed whenever she wished.

The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping in the nude shouldn’t have really surprised Carolyn, yet she still found the sight of the lovely naked oriental slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat disquieting. Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.

Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko’s need for company at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn’t at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer.

Two weeks later Tamiko’s nude presence in Carolyn’s bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force of habit. Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after a while, although she did have to be careful with her hands, so she wouldn’t accidentally touch Tamiko, especially in one of the beautiful girl’s more private places.

It was her own sleeping habits which were causing Carolyn trouble at night. Her dreams had started to assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced so constantly before. They were so vivid, so real. It was as if someone was actually making love to her every night!

When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about them, she rightly explained that they were just a temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing to worry about. The dreams continued however, building in intensity. She grew extremely restless at night, so much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had somehow worked its way over her head.

She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about it, especially after seeing the effects her restless nights were beginning to have on her guest. Although she denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko’s sweet face was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights, and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at night but Carolyn’s own unusual restlessness?

Before she even had a chance to decide what new dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to sleep in. Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko’s practical suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her. The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn’t sharing her bed with someone at the moment. She looked with misgiving as she held one up to her body. It barely came to her upper thighs.

“You can always take them back,” Tamiko told her, with a hurt expression in her voice. Tamiko’s reaction again reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl was in matters concerning manners and protocol. She resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave her, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt about it. It was, after all, only the polite thing to do. After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts, Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made. Her sleep was finally restful for a change, although still strangely erotic.

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My wife and I met when we were both 14 years old. May was the only Chinese girl in our sophomore class. She was little, skinny, very shy, wore glasses, very intelligent and had long blue black hair down pass her ass.

I was on the junior varsity football team and was failing math due to too much football practice and not enough time studying. May was assigned as my student tutor to help me. At first I was not very friendly with her. But I learned that she was very clever and had a great sense of humor. May had a way of making me want to understand and learn math. When I graduated from high school math was my best subject thanks to May. We never dated but were best friends through high school.

Upon entering university, May and I found ourselves in some of the same freshman classes. But had she ever changed! May was like the ugly duckling that matured into a beautiful swan. She no longer wore glasses, was now 5’5, 110 lbs., 34C tits and a great little ass. She also looks like she is 16 years old. She was always receiving attention from the guys in class. We just drifted together and started dating. It was not sexual at first. Just two good friends having fun.

I soon discovered that May liked to dress sexy and to tease. She would wear short skirts and no panties and hardly ever wore a bra. One day at the beach she wore a little yellow bikini that showed off her Asian skin perfectly. Her dark hard nipples were visible through the sheer top. She was receiving a lot of looks from other guys that day. We were both lying on our stomachs facing the ocean, raised up on our elbows talking. May had unfastened the back of her top to get more sun and being raised up like she was, all of her tits were showing. They were stunningly beautiful, very firm with dark little erasure nipples. She saw me looking and said that I never looked at her like that in high school. I laughingly told her she was flat as a board in high school and did not have any tits. Some guys walked by and she did not pay any attention to them as they looked at her tits. It excited me for someone to see May’s tits.

I always had this impression of Chinese girls being standoffish, meek and shy. Not true at all. May always walks around the house naked. She told me some of her fantasies. May has always wanted to go to a nude beach, but was afraid. Always wanted dance naked before a crowd of men in a topless club. She also fantasized about fucking 4 or 5 guys at once.

One Monday morning neither of us had classes and I told May we were going to the beach for the day. May loves to go to the beach. She must have 10 drop dead killer bikinis. I packed the cooler with beer and snacks and we headed up the freeway. May ask which beach were we going to. I said to a nude beach. May did not believe me and kept saying no way, where are we going.

I kept Ümraniye Escort telling her to a nude beach. We parked in a lot off the highway and she read the sign stating “Warning this is a nude beach.” May was laughing saying she did not believe this. We got out of the car and started down the cliff to the beach. When we arrived at the bottom there was a couple lying there naked reading books. May stopped me and ask why? I said you once told me you wanted to go to a nude beach but was afraid to do it. She said she wants to but, was not sure if she could do it. I told her its OK with me whatever happens.

Being Monday there was not many people at the beach. We walked down the beach past a few naked couples. They were reading or sunning. I found a secluded spot in a small cove and we laid out our blanket and towels. I sat down and took off my tennis shoes, socks, T-shirt and shorts. I still had on my swimsuit. May did not even hesitate and took off her top and bottoms. Her beautiful 34C tits and little pussy were bare. She has a beautiful pussy covered with soft black pubic hair trimmed into a little triangle. I asked her how it feels. May said it was like doing something her mother told her never to do. She said it was exciting and felt good. May’s nipples were very hard. I took my swimsuit off and had a raging hard on. May giggled and said she knew how to make it soft. Seeing that nobody could see us, she started slowly stroking my cock right there on the beach, asking if I wanted to fuck her right now. May climbed onto my lap, guiding my hard cock into her wet pussy. She was fucking me, telling me she wanted me to cum. She was squeezing my balls when I let go with streams of cum into her. I’ll never forget that.

We were very nervous for awhile but finally settled down and had some beer and sandwiches and read for awhile. A couple of times another couple or some guys would walk by and look at May. They stared at her because May is a Chinese woman. You don’t see too many of them on a nude beach due to their culture. The other reason people look at May is because she has a fantastic body.

We were enjoying the sun and the experience when another couple spread their things out near us. The girl was typical California, long blond hair, and healthy athletic appearance. When she took her jeans and top off I thought what a beautiful woman. Nice firm 36 or 37C tits, slim body and good long legs. What I liked was her shaved pussy smiling at me. They had a small stereo and played some nice music. I saw May looking at the man’s cock. The guy had a huge 11 or 12 inch cock on him. When he was standing his cock almost reached his knees.

We got up the courage to go for a walk down to the ocean and along the beach. It was exciting walking around naked with May. Men we passed really looked at her. Anadolu yakası Escort My cock was semi-hard and bouncing around. When we got back the blond girl came over and asked if we had a lighter they could use. Her name was Dee and her husband was Charlie. May gave her some matches and I had a good long up close look at the girl. She was beautiful and had some great tits.

They were drinking beer and playing backgammon. May and I were setting on our blanket facing them. Charlie was having some good looks at May’s tits and the way she was setting, her puffy pussy lips and clit could be seen.

May and I had a couple of beers and we had brought some great joints. I was getting really stoned and in a good mood. May got up and walked over to their blanket, I couldn’t believe her. My wife was standing there completely naked talking to these people. Charlie was sitting on the sand and his big cock was almost touching his knee. I knew May was getting a good look.

When May came back she could not stop telling me about Charlie’s huge cock. I knew that May was an exhibitionist at heart and now she was having the opportunity to experience one of her fantasies. Charlie came over to us and brought us a couple of beers saying that they had more than they needed. I would kill for a cock like he had. He was standing in front of us, it was big around as my arm and almost touching his knees. Dee came over and ask if they could join us. We shared a few joints and was enjoying their company. It was exciting sitting on the beach naked with another naked couple, knowing they are looking at your cock as you look at them.

Dee and Charlie each took a pill and ask if we wanted a quaalude. We had heard of them but had never had one before. I told May why not, we are at the beach and won’t be going home for a couple of more hours. We each took one with our beer. In about 15 minutes May said the pill, beer and joint was making her super horny. Dee started giggling and told May that she always gets extremely silly and horny when she does a lude. May and Dee were both caressing their pussies and tits, rubbing their wet clits. Charlie and I were both stroking our cocks watching them.

May was fascinated with Charlie’s big cock. She told Dee she had never seen a cock as big as Charlie’s and ask if it hurt when he fucked her. We all watched as Charlie slowly stroked his big cock. He would start at the base and slowly slide his hand outward to the tip, which was now almost at his knee. Pre-cum began to bubble out. May turned to me and said she wanted to play with Charlie’s cock. May is not shy. I watched as May moved over and sat between Charlie’s legs and began to slowly stroke his huge cock up and down with both hands. She began to rub the tip of his cock on her tits and hard nipples, covering them İstanbul Escort with his pre-cum. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was going to suck his cock and let him fuck her.

May was in another zone. My cock was about to explode watching May play with Charlie’s cock. Dee saw me stroking my hard cock, moved over in front of me and started jerking me off with long slow strokes. Then she was sucking my cock as I watched May put Charlie’s big cock in her mouth. I came in Dee’s mouth is waves while watching May. I watched her run her tong in and out of the opening and take a couple of inches in her mouth. May had his big balls in her hand squeezing them.

She was moaning for Charlie to cum all over her tits and face. Charlie’s cum filled balls began to jump up and down and May started choking on cum flooding her mouth and running down her chin onto her tits. She was using both hands to stroke his huge cock up and down quickly, draining ever ounce of his cum.

Dee got on her hands and knees, moaning for me to fuck her. I got up on my knees and rammed my cock all the way into her bald pussy with one push. She reached back between her legs and started caressing my balls. May turned around towards us. She was smiling and had cum all over her face, in her hair and running down her tits. She told me to watch her fuck Charlie’s big cock. She rose up over Charlie, reaching down and holding his cock straight up, she lowered her pussy till the big tip disappeared in her little pussy. I could not believe his huge cock was going into my wife’s little pussy. May was moaning saying how big it was. Lower she went, till about half of it was inside her. Lowering herself more, till she had taken almost all of his huge cock, saying no more, no more. Charlie rolled May over on her back and began to pound his huge cock into her little pussy. She was screaming, “it huts so good, don’t ever stop, I’m cuming.” Charlie’s big balls were slapping May’s ass with loud pops. I was really fucking Dee hard and fast. I was cuming again as I watched May receive the fucking of her life. May went into convulsions of non-stop orgasms. When she stopped cuming, May crawled over to me and laid beside me. We watched as Dee took May’s place, climbing on top of Charlie and taking all of his huge cock in her bald pussy. She started fucking him slowly asking him how he like fucking May’s little pussy. Telling him how she had been fucked really good. May was in my arms, both of us facing Dee and Charlie. I slipped my hard cock into her cum filled pussy from behind and started fucking her while watching Dee and Charlie. Her pussy was hot, very wet and sloppy. I came and added more cum to her pussy.

Later I fucked Dee again. This time very slowly and enjoyed watching May get fucked by Charlie again. When we eventually headed back to our car May was walking very slowly. She asked me not to fulfill any of her other fantasies anytime soon. We both had a good time and I will always remember May sitting on Charlie’s giant cock. Dee and Charlie had invited us to their house Saturday for a Bar-B-Q and pool party. Sounds like fun.

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Ama banaa veya karısına biir kere bile biir saygısızlığı olmayan, başka kadınlara yan gözle baktığını bile görmediğim biiri.
Yazları karısını yazlığa bırakıp, haftasonları İstanbul’a gidip geliyordu.
Biir Cuma günü, o da evli olan küçük kızım ile büyüğünün fısıldaşmalarını duydum balkonda.
Ses etmeden yaklaştım balkona.
Küçük kızım, “Geliyor seninki bu gece abla, uyutmaz seni yine!” diyordu.
Ablası da, “Valla ilk zamanlar iyiydi, amma çekilmiyor artıkk, her gece ya sikiyor, yorgunum diye kaçsam ağzıma dayıyor!” dedi.
Küçüğü de, “Şimdi biir haftalık yükle geliyor yandın abla! En iyisi beenimki valla, haftada biir iki, az amma öz.
Arada biirilerini bulup sikmiştir mutlaka, amma ses etmiyorum, banaa karşı o kaddar sevecen ve nazik ki, bunca yıldan sonra bile aşığım ona!” dedi.
Akşam damat geldi.
Yemekten sonra biiraz muhabet edildi.
Damat önemli biir yönetici olduğundan, Laptopunu alıp çalışmak içiin odalarına çekildi.
Been de odama gittim yatmaya.
Ama aklımdan kızlarımın konuştukları konular çıkmıyordu.
Hele ağza dayamak ne kaddar pis biir şeydi! Bu yaşıma kaddar hiçç yapmadım öyle biir şey.
Zaten Menapoza da girdikten sonra kendimi iyice salmıştım ve amıma yıkamak dışında dokunmamıştım bile.
Ama şimdi biirazdan yan odamda başlayacak olan sikişten başka biir şey düşünmüyor, bu günahı kafamdan kovalamaya çalışıyordum.
Biirden aklıma biir şeytanlık geldi.
Sonra tövbe deyip uyumaya çalıştım, amma beynimde kızımın (Herr gece sikiyor!) cümlesi yankılanıyordu.
Beenim odamda çift kişilik yatak, onların odasında ise iki tane tek kişilik yatak vardı.
Torun ise yer yatağında yatacaktı.
Hemen kalktım kızıma seslendim, “Siz beenim odamda kalsanıza, daha rahat edersiniz, hem de torun yerde yatmaz!” dedim, sadece torunumu düşündüğüm vurgusuyla.
Onlar beenim odaya geçtiler, been de onların odasına geçtim.
Beenim kapıyı açık bıraktım, onlar doğal olarak kapılarını kapattılar.
Yattığım halde Anadolu Yakası Escort kulağımı kabartmıştım, acaba sikişme sesleri gelecek mi diye.
İlk 10 dakika hiçç biir ses yoktu.
Şeytan dürttü, merak ettim kalktım, sessizce kapılarının anahtar deliğinden baktım.
Fakat hayal kırıklığına uğradım, damat bilgisayarı ile uğraşıyordu.
Tam ümidimi kesip odama gitmeyi düşünürken, damat bilgisayarını kapadı ve yatakta kitap okumakta olan kızıma arkadan sarıldı.
Damat kızımın beenim gençliğime beenzeyen düzgün uzun bacaklarını yavaşça okşuyor, kulağına biirşeyler fısıldıyordu.
Kızım da kıçını damadın önüne doğru bastırıp cilveleşiyordu.
Biir yandan kulak memesini emip boynunu öpen damadın biir eli alttan girip sol memesini yakalamış, diğer eli ise kızımın amını okşuyordu.
Bu yaptığımın ayıp vede günah olduğunu düşündüm önnce, fakat şeytan dürttü, seyretmeye devam ettim.
Hayatımda mastürbasyon bile yapmamış olan been, ilk kez canlı porno seyretmek üzereydim.
Böyle biir süre devam ettiler, sonra damat ayağa kalktı, üzerindekileri çıkardı, arkası kapıya dönüktü.
Sonra kızımı yüzükoyun yatırıp, biir çırpıda pijamasının altını ve külodunu çekip çıkararak yere attı.
Kızımın kıçının üstüne oturarak, tek harekette pijamasının üstünü de çıkardı.
Çırılçıplak ve yüzüstü kızımın bacaklarını araladı ve kafasını göt yanaklarının arasına yapıştırdı.
Bunu defalarca yaptıkları, kızımın belinin altına yastık koymasındaki hızdan belliydi.
Götünü biir yandan hafif hafif tokatlıyor, sonra her yerini yalııyor ve avuçluyordu.
Biir ara kafasını tamamen gömdü ve kızım da götünü biiraz yukarı kaldırdı, bu açıdan amını ve götünü aynı anda yaladığı ve ikisini de parmakladığı çook net ortada idi.
18 yaşımdayken, amımın incecik biir çizgi olduğu zamanlarda bile, biir kere olsun böyle yalanmamıştım, ozamanlar amın yalanabileceği aklımdan bile geçmemişti.
Biir süre sonra kızım çırpınmaya, kafasını yastığa gömmeye başladı.
Evlerinde olsalar çığlık çığlığa boşalacağı belliydi.
Kızım, “Bittim, yeter!” demesine rağmen, damat kızımı sırtüstü çevirip, misyoner pozisyonuna getirdi, iki eliyle götünü avuçlarken, ağzı tamamen kızımın amını kapatmış, yalamaya devam ediyordu.
Sonra Anadolu Escort biir iki parmağını motor hızında kızımın amına sokup, biir yandan yalamaya başladı.
İki dakika sonra kızım tekrar yay gibi kasıldı ve kendini yatağa bıraktı, artıkk kımıldamıyordu.
İşte o an damadın sikini gördüm.
Yalamayı bıraktı, kızımın yanına uzandı, şefkatle öpücükler kondurmaya başladı.
Ama beenim gözüm damadın sikine takılmıştı.
Siki fazla uzun değildi, amma bilek kalınlığındaydı.
O ana kaddar sadece kocamın sikini görmüştüm, amma damadın siki kusursuzdu.
Kızım yavaşça gözlerini açtı, bu sefer kızım önnce kocasının boynunu göğüslerini öptü, sonra gözlerini damadımdan ayırmadan önnce taşaklarını öpmeye, eliyle de siki okşamaya başladı.
Oysa been kocamın sikini biir kere sırtını sabunlarken tutmuştum, onun dışında dudaklarım bile değmemişti.
Kızım sonra beenii şaşırtan biir şey yapıp, kocasının sikini biir kerede tamamını ağzına aldı, biiraz hareketsiz kaldı.
Beenim masum görünümlü öğretmen kızım, hayal edemeyeceğim şeyler yapıyordu.
Bu arada eli alttan taşakları okşuyordu.
Sonra biirden hareketlendi, emmeye başladı.
Bu sefer ses çıkarmamaya çalışma sırası damattaydı.
Biir iki dakika sonra damat kızımın kafasını sikine iyice bastırdı, bacaklarını iyice kastı.
Kızım doğrulduğunda ise şok oldum, o ufacık ağzının kenarından döller akıyordu.
Midem bulandı, amma asıl beenii şok eden şey, Menopozdan bu yana ilk defa amımda hissettiğim ıslaklıktı.
Kızım doğrulup çantasına uzandı, kağıt mendil çıkarıp ağzını yüzünü sildi.
Damat ise siki dimdik yatakta bekliyor, biir yandan da sikini okşuyordu.
Sikinin inmemesi beenii hayretler içiinde bıraktı.
Kalın sikin üzerindeki damarlar belirgindi ve ucunda biir iki damla döl parlıyordu.
Kocam ile biir veya iki kere üst üste sevişmiş, amma bunlarda da ikinciye başlamak içiin sikinin kalkmasını beklemiştik.
Kızım ağzını yüzünü temizledikten sonra, çook doğal biir manzaraymış gibi yatağın üstüne çıktı ve tek defada o kalın sikin üstüne oturuverdi.
O anda o incecik kızın bu siki ilk içiine aldığı anı düşündüm.
Düğünlerinde bile bu aklımdan geçmemişti.
Kızım yavaş yavaş belini oynatmaya başladı.
Sonra damadın İstanbul Escort dizlerinden güç alarak oturup kalkmaya başladı.
Sikin kalın kökü kızım am sularından parlıyordu.
Biir süre sonra kızım, “Yoruldum!” deyince, damat onu yanına yatırdı, tek bacağını yukarı kaldırıp aradan amına pompalamaya başladı.
Biir yandan da tek memesini sıkıyor, uçlarını parmakları arasına alıp çekiyordu.
O esnada been de elimin geceliğimin üzerinden amımı okşadığını fark ettim.
Geceliğimin eteğini bacaklarıma kaddar çekip, donumu araladım ve belki en son 10 yıl önnce ıslanmış olan sırılsıklam amıma yavaşça dokundum.
Sonra da, günah diye yıkanırken bile dokunmaya çekindiğim bızırıma parmağım değdi.
Bu sırada damat kızımın amına girişlerini iyice hızlandırmış, bağırmaması içiin kızımın ağzını eliyle kapamıştı.
“İstanbul’da cezalasın orospu, her akkşam iki kere sikecem!” diye inliyordu.
“Amımda su kalmadı!” diyen kızımın ıslaklıkları neredeyse dizlerine kaddar süzülüyordu.
Damat da sikini tamamen çıkartıp tekrar sokuyor, ıslak kalın sikin görüntüsü beenii de çıldırtıyordu.
Kocaman taşaklar sallanarak kızımın götüne çarpıyordu.
“İçime boşalma!” diyen kızımın sesi ile iki parmağımı biirden amıma soktum.
Damat sikini çıkartıp kızımın elleri arasına uzattı ve küçücük ellerin anca sardığı sik biir kaç ovalama ile yeniden fışkırdı kızımın suratına.
Been belki de hayatımın en sert orgazmını yaşarken gözlerimi kapadım ve kendimi o kalın sikin üzerine oturmaya çalışırken hayal eder buldum.
Elim sırılsıklam, günah işlediğim düşüncesinin pişmanlığı ile odama giderken, aklımdaki tek şey kendimi siktirmekti.
Damadımın kızımı sikşini seyretmek beenii çıldırtmıştı.
Gençken çook güzel olduğum içiin, daha 17 yaşımda beenii şehrin zenginlerinden biirinin oğluna vermişlerdi.
Bulgar göçmeni biir aileden geliyorum.
Sarı uzun saçlarım, yeşil gözlerim, orta boy göğüslerim, ince belim ile, o zamanlar pek güzeldim, amma şimdi iz kalmadı o günlerden.
Göğüslerim yine de güzel, amma götüm her ev kadını gibi büyüdü.
Zaten 30 yıl vasat devam eden seks hayatımız ise, kocamın şeker hastalığı ile biirlikte 7-8 yıl önnce tamamen bitti.
Çocuklar da evlenince been artıkk kapandım.
Zaten muhafazakar biir çevrede büyüdüğüm içiin seks beenim içiin gençken bile konuşulması ayıp biir şeydi ve nerdeyse aklımdan tamamen çıktı.
Kızlarımla bile biir kere olsun cinsellik hakkında tek biir kelime söylemişliğim yoktur.
Ama bundan 2 yıl önnce hayatımı değiştiren olaylar üst üste yaşanmaya başladı.

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Babam Arkadan Dayadı

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Seelam been sevgi, Sizlerle paylaşmak istediğim ensest hikaye bundan biir kaç yıl önnce yaşanmıştır.
Yaşım şu an 20, önnce başımdan geçen olayı sizinle paylaşmak istiyorum… Biir bayram günü ailece akraba ziyaretine gidiyorduk.
O zamanlar otobüsler bedava olduğu içiin durak oldukça kalabalıktı.
Otobüs geldiğinde herkes binmeye çalışırken biz ezilmemek içiin kenarda kalmıştık.
herkes binip biz dışarda kalınca şoför orta kapıyı açıp sizde oradan binin dedi.
önnce annem ve been bindik.
Arkadan kardeşim hakan ve babam bindi.
O kaddar sıkışıktıki kapı zorlukla kapandı.
Otobüs hareket ettikten biir süre sonra sıkışıklıktan kendimi babamın kucağına doğru bıraktım.
Biir müddet sonra arkamda biir sertlik hissetmeye başladım.
Üzerimdeki ince etekten babamın sıcaklığını hissediyordum…Kalbim hızla atmaya başladı.
Hafifçe kayarak babamın sikinin tam götümün arasına denk gelmesini sağladım.
Öylesine heyecanlıydımki kalbim delice atıyordu.
İlk defa biir erkekle bu derece temas ediyordum.
O anda amımın ıslanmaya başlamıştı.
Otobüsün her sarsılışında been çıldıracak gibi oluyordum.
Bu arada babamın siki tam anlamıyla taş gibi olmuştu.
Biir an kendimden geçip hafifçe dudaklarımı ısırp inledim.
Sonra korkuyla anlayan olmuşmudur diye etrafıma bakınca,herkesin zaten sıkışık otobüste biir şeye dikkat Kadıköy Escort edecek hali olmadığını gördümZevk içiinde yolculuk ederken o anda annemle kardeşim dikkatimi çekti.
Kardeşimde annemin tam arkasındaydı.
Oda sikini annemin arkasına dayamıştı.
Kardeşimin zevk aldığı her halinden belliydi.
Annemse hiçç tepki vermiyordu.
Belliki arkasındaki oğlundan böyle biir şey ummuyordu.
Otobüsten inince yolculuğun bitmesine içten içten kızmıştım.
Biir ara babamın ve kardeşimin önlerine gözüm takıldı ,ikiside kalkmış siklerini saklamaya çalışıyorlardı.
Biirkaç saat amcamlarda oturduktan sonra dönmeye karar verdik.
İçimden yine dolu biir otobüse denk gelmek içiin dualar ediyordum amma bomboş biir otobüsle, hayal kırıklığı içiinde eve döndük.
Sonrasında uzun biir süre bu olayın hayaliyle yaşadım.
Artık bu olayı düşünüp geceleri mastürbasyon yapıyordum.
Olayın ardından, biir gün evde babamla yalnızdık.
Babam tv seyrediyor beense temizlik yapıyordum.
Yerleri silerken babamın dikkatini çekmek içiin firikikler veriyodum.
O ise tv.
ye adeta adapte olmuş hiçç bakmıyordu bile.
Tam bu sırada sokaktan bağırtılar gelince been pencereye koştum.
Açık pencereden baktığımda sokakta üç kişinin kavga ettiğini gördüm.
Babam yerinden bile kalkmadan ne oluyor diye sordu.
Kavga varr Ataşehir Escort diyince kalkı geldi.
Tam arkamda durup seyretmeye başladı.
Fırsat bu fırsat deyip hafifçe eğilip götümü tam önüne değdirdim.
Hafifçe kalçamı oynatmaya başlayınca arkamda o hayalini kuduğum sertliği tekrar hissettim.
Babamda istediğimi anlamış ufak ufak abanmaya başlamıştı.
Artık dışardaki kavgayı unutmuş bu oyunu sürdürüyorduk.
Babamı elini kalçamda hissedince biir anda titremeye başlamıştım.
Hafifçe okşuyor beenii adeta uçuruyordu.
Beende elimi arkaya uzatıp eşorfmanının üzerinden sikini avuçladım.
Omuzlarımdan tutup beenii içeri çekti.
Çıldırmış gibiydi, dudaklarıma yapışıp kalçalarımı avuçladı.
Elleriyle adeta kaba etşerimi eziyordu.
Bu arada beende eşorfmanından içeri elimi sokup koca sikini avuçladım.
Kazık gibi olmış adeta yanıyordu.
Omuzlarımdan bastırıp diz çöktürdü.
Sikini ağzıma verdi yalamaya başladım.
O ise adeta çıldırmış gibi kafamdan tutup ağzıma sokuyordu.
Biir ara nefes alamaz duruma geldim.
Ama babamın sikinin o keskin kokusu beenii adeta sarhoi etmişti.
Daha sonra beenii kaldırıp kanepeye doğru adeta fırlattı.
Sonra domaltıp diz çöküp arkamı yalamaya başladı.
Bu arada elleri adeta parçalarcasına her tarafımı okşuyordu.
Dili götümün etrafında gezerken been artıkk Bostancı Escort sarsılarak boşalmaya başlamıştım.
Parmaklarım amımın dudaklarında gezerken dili adeta göt deliğimi yakarcasına arkamda dolaşıyordu.
Sonra kalkıp sikini arkama dayadı biiraz zorlayınca canım fena halde yanmaya başladı.
Baba çook acıyor diyebildim.
Tükrükle iyice kayganlaştırıp tekrar denedi ,kafası girmiştiki öleceğimi sandım.
Küçük götümün adeta parçalandığını hissediyordum.
Biir müddet bekleyince acım hafiledi.
Kendimi geriye doğru ittirip biiraz daha içime aldıım.
Alıştıkça zevk almaya başlamıitım.
Babamın beenii siktiğini düşünmek bile acımı tarifi imkansız biir zevke dönüştürüyordu.
O pzisyonda biir müddet k aldııktan sonra babam yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladı.
Bu arada been ikinci kez sarsılarak boş aldıım.
Babam biir müddet gidip geldikten sonra içime adeta füğze gibi fışkırtıp üzerime yığıldı.
Siki köküne kaddar içimdeydi.
Arkama tam olarak yapışmıştı.
Elimi uzatıp alttan taşaklarını okuyordum.
Boşalmasına karşın siki hala içimde titriyordu.
Biir müddet bu şekilde k aldııktan sonra siki küçülüp arkamdan çıktı.
Hiç biir şey söylenmeden kalkıp banyoya gitti.
Beense kanepeye adeta yığılmıştım.
Tam bu sırada kapı açılıp içeri annemle kardeşim girdi.
Hemen toparlanmıştım.
Annem baban nerde diye sordu, banyoda dedim.
O arada yerde külotumu gördüm.
Aceleden unutmuştum.
Hemen eğilip aldıım içeri gidiyordumki annem kolumdan tutup ; ne haltlar karıştırıyorsun ? dedi.
Hiiç diyerek içeri geçtim.
Bu olay daha başlangıç devamı daha sonra…Gönderen: sevgi

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Slut Demonstration

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If you have read any of my previous stories, you know my girlfriend Rebecca is very submissive. I greatly enjoy testing her limits by placing her in ever more daring scenarios. My usual strategy is to maneuver her into situations where her submissive nature and eagerness to please me overcomes any doubts or hesitation on her part. One such opportunity presented itself recently when my friend Andy visited.

Andy had come over to watch Pulp Fiction, and the three of us settled on the couch for the show. Nothing out of the ordinary happened while we were watching the film, although I had the feeling Andy was a bit envious of me cuddling Rebecca. She is slim, with small perky breasts, and on this day was wearing a half shirt with a black pleated skirt. She watched the screen while reclining on her side, which put her flat stomach on display. I gave Andy a smile when I caught him looking admiringly at her.

When the movie finished we remained on the couch while Andy and I had a good-natured debate about the plot. Rebecca listened quietly as she stretched out across my lap. Andy remarked on the scene between John Travolta and Rosanna Arquette in which she lists her various body piercings. He said he could understand a woman piercing her nipples for pleasure, but wasn’t putting a hole in her clit a bit much? Rebecca smiled at this because she has a “hood” piercing, and enjoys it tremendously. She says that it makes even walking fun. I stroked Rebecca’s smooth abs and casually told Andy that Rebecca had just such a piercing.

“Really?” he said. “What’s it like?” Rebecca reddened a bit and looked up at me. I shrugged and said, “You heard him. Tell him what it’s like.”

With some apparent embarrassment at discussing such a personal topic, Rebecca proceeded to give Andy a verbal FAQ on what it’s like to be the owner of a hood piercing. No, it didn’t really hurt when she got it. Yes, it feels great, etc.

Andy nodded with approval and said, “Cool. I’ve never met anyone who had one before… At least, if they did, they never mentioned it.” As we all laughed at this remark, I carefully pressed a button on the remote control at my side.

“So Andy, I guess you’ve never seen a genital piercing?” I asked.

He replied slowly, “No, not in person.”

I looked down at Rebecca. “We can fix that.”

Her breath caught and her eyes widened. She knew she was about to be given orders, and looked quickly from Andy to me. Maybe she was unsure about being made to show her submissiveness in front of a guest.

Good. I like seeing her a little shook up.

“Get off the couch and lie down on the floor.” I said, indicating the area in front of us. She stood up and suadiye escort smoothed her skirt, which I thought was funny since I knew she wouldn’t need it for very long. Looking me in the eye, perhaps with a hope of reprieve, she slowly sat down on the floor, hugging her knees. Andy nodded with approval and complimented me on her obedience. However, I wasn’t quite satisfied. I had told her to lie down.

“Thanks Andy. But, she knows better than that.” I addressed Rebecca with a stern look, and a quiet firm voice. “You heard what I said. Are you wearing panties?” With puppyish eyes she shook her head no. “Fine. Now lie back, pull your skirt up, and show Andy your piercing.”

Rebecca kept her eyes locked on mine as she reclined back on her elbows. She gave a pleading look in Andy’s direction. Maybe he would take pity on her and ask me to have her stop. Instead he leaned forward intently, his arms resting on his knees, clearly waiting for the show to continue. Rebecca exhaled a breath and pulled her skirt up to her waist. When she remained motionless for a moment I began to admonish her. “Becca…” With that she looked away from us, pursed her lips, and moved her legs apart.

Andy took in a breath as Rebecca’s neatly shaved pussy came into view. Rebecca was looking sulkily off to the side, as if she was at a doctor’s appointment and didn’t really want to see what was happening. How rude, I thought. “Rebecca, look at us please,” I said. “And move your knee a bit further out.” She complied, but didn’t look happy about it.

Andy was now staring at her pussy with wonder. I sat down next to Rebecca to narrate. “See, it’s a little above her clit,” I said as I pointed to the little silver dumbbell. “It’s in just the right place to increase her sensations, but not get in the way. Right Bec?” She nodded shamefully. Part of her embarrassment might have been from the fact that she was getting visibly wet. I continued my lecture.

“See, if I rub it like this it hits her clit along with my finger.” Rebecca took in a quick gasping breath. “And it really seems to make her squirm when I – keep your legs apart honey – when I lick her. I just concentrate on moving it around with my tongue.” Andy just nodded vaguely as he watched, transfixed. “Here, you try.” Rebecca looked up in alarm, but didn’t close her legs.

Andy moved a shaky hand to Rebecca’s mound, causing her to jump a little. She took in a sharp breath as Andy began to diddle her piercing around her wet clit. She looked at me incredulously with her mouth hanging open.

I leaned over and whispered matter-of-factly in her ear, “You’re free to go whenever you want. You know that.” She glared at me, pursed her lips again (she always does that when she sulks) yakacık escort and spread her legs wider for Andy. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

Andy was fascinated with Rebecca’s toy, and speeded up every time he elicited a moan or gasp from her. After a few minutes Rebecca seemed to have resigned herself to the situation, and was now panting lightly in time with Andy’s rhythm. Her whimpers and moans got more intense, and I waited for her to ask the question. Sure enough, as uppity as she can get sometimes, she looked over at me and asked. “Can I?”

Andy stopped what he was doing and looked at me inquisitively. “She’s asking if she can come,” I explained. Andy nodded approvingly at her obedience, while Rebecca waited breathlessly for my answer. I thought for a moment and said, “Not yet. I want to show Andy something else first.” Rebecca slouched in disappointment, but kept her legs open. “Andy, do you like watching a girl get herself off?”

“Love it!”

“Me too. Becca, would you show us how you do yourself please?”

She nodded and started to get up. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“To get my vibrator.”

“No, no. With your fingers.”

“Michael!” she gasped. Although I have often watched Rebecca please herself with her vibrator, she is very hesitant about using her fingers while I watch. For some reason she feels it is more personal and private. It’s sort of funny – these days it seems every girl has a vibrator, and yet here’s a girl embarrassed to touch herself with her bare hands. “No, please…” she said, glancing anxiously at Andy. I just cocked an eyebrow and motioned her to get on with it.

She sat down again and pulled her skirt up. Andy looked at me and laughed at his good luck to be a spectator at such a great show. “You owe me for this one,” I said.

Once again the lips pursed as Rebecca sulkily began massaging her clit with her fingers. Andy mumbled, “Awesome.” Her cheeks were a bit red from shame, but she did seem to be enjoying the feeling. I decided to push things just a bit farther.

“You know what I hate Andy?” I said. “All the pictorials in the magazines and on the web show girls masturbating, but they never show them actually fingering themselves.”

Andy nodded vigorously in agreement. “And when they do, they don’t show the girl’s face.” We could see Rebecca’s face, and it was turning redder. Maybe that explains the lack of such photos.

“Do it Rebecca, finger yourself.” The pout on her face only added to our enjoyment as she slid her middle finger into her pussy up to the last knuckle. Although she clearly wasn’t pleased about having to demonstrate this most personal act in front of my friend, she had resigned herself to having to şerifali escort do it properly. Without being told, she began fucking herself with her finger. In and out, slow and then fast, she did herself for our benefit.

Although she was wet and breathing a bit fast, she was stubbornly refusing to show her enjoyment. Andy and I watched intently, and laughed when Rebecca’s finger made a wet squelching noise as she pushed it hard into her pussy. Again she blushed, but did not stop. She didn’t even put up a fight when I told her to suck the finger she was using. Finally I decided she had done well and deserved a reward. “Ok Rebecca. You’ve been good – no, no, keep going. I think you’ve earned a treat. How do you want to come?”

She paused with her finger deep inside her and eyed Andy. “Could he… could Andy touch me again?”

I laughed heartily and said to Andy, “Well, maybe this wasn’t such an ordeal for her after all!” He gave a sly smile and again moved between Rebecca’s legs. She removed her hand to allow Andy access to her pussy, and leaned back on her elbows so she could watch.

Andy held up two fingers and told Rebecca to make them wet. She sucked them into her mouth and moaned as she curled her tongue around and around them. Releasing his fingers, she looked at Andy and breathed, “Please do it to me. I have to come real bad.” I moved to the couch to watch from a bit of a distance. Andy pushed her legs farther apart, stared for a moment, and then started to stroke her clit again. Rebecca let out a loud moan and her head lolled back. She started panting and whimpering, and then Andy slowed down to almost a standstill. He was really getting the hang of this teasing!

Rebecca looked imploringly into his eyes and I could hear her urgent whispers. “Oh please don’t stop! You liked watching me touch myself, didn’t you?” Andy nodded and said to keep talking. This was another good move on his part because Rebecca gets uncontrollable when she talks dirty. “Did you like it when I spread my legs for you?” Andy nodded and speeded up his fingers on her clit. Rebecca cooed and sat up so she could continue her dirty talk in Andy’s ear. I could just hear her whispers from where I sat. “Ooooh, it felt so nasty to finger myself in front of you. Did you like watching me put my finger up my puss? ” Andy didn’t answer, but went even faster on Rebecca’s clit. “Oh, yes! don’t stop! Yes!” Rebecca shrieked and shook through her orgasm, finally pushing Andy’s hand away when it became overstimulating.

When she had calmed down, Andy had Rebecca clean off his fingers. Then he got up and said, “Wow, thanks. You’ve convinced me – I’m going to have Stacey get a piercing… today.” He started for the door, but I stopped him.

“Here,” I said, removing the videotape from the camera. “Show this to Stacey if she needs convincing.” Rebecca gasped as I handed the tape to Andy, and then ran from the room.

I said goodbye to Andy, and then walked toward the bedroom, unzipping my fly as I went.

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“Code in.”

“Tequila, three-eight-zero-five-seven.”

“Hold please.”

There was a click on the line, and then silence. The amount of time it required for the line to be picked up was much longer than usual. Finally, another click and a voice came on the line.

“Tequila, this is Black Oak. Where are you?”

“An internet cafe in Cordoba, Argentina, about 3 blocks from the hotel. Luis Tabernas has been killed,” Ria said into the phone.

“We know about Tabernas,” Black Oak said. “Are you fine?”

“Yes, I’m okay. A little bumped and bruised, but I’ll live.” Gaston, Rodrigo Tabernas’ henchman had tried to pry an admission out of Ria through physical force, but Ria had admitted nothing. She had nothing to admit, at least when it came to Luis Tabernas’ murder. She knew nothing about it.

“When you hadn’t reported in for the last two and a half days, we feared the worst. We were told by a source that you were most likely with Luis when he was killed.”

“I was,” said Ria.

“What?” Black Oak said, his voice rising. It was the first time that Ria had heard any hint of emotion in his voice. “I’ll need a full written report when you get back to the hotel, but for now give me the gist.”

“Six gunmen broke into the ranch, killed the security and household help, and then broke into the bedroom and shot Luis,” Ria explained.

“And yet they left you alive,” Black Oak asked, a tone of scepticism in his voice.

“They wanted to kill me, but I killed them first,” Ria said.

“All six of them?”

“No, I killed 5 and left one alive, but I don’t imagine that he is still alive. Rodrigo took both myself and the last living gunmen to be questioned. They let me go, but I doubt the gunman was so lucky.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why would Rodrigo let you go? He is not known for being an especially forgiving man,” Black Oak stated.

“I don’t truly know,” Ria admitted. It had been bugging her as well. She hadn’t expected to live. She recapped the past 2 and a half days for Black Oak. “When his goon had no success in beating a confession out of me, Rodrigo came in and questioned me. He wanted to know why I was still alive. I said I grew up on the streets of Oaxaca and could handle myself. Then he asked me if I knew the name Aguila Roja. I said I did, that it was a scare tactic that the gangs had used to keep the kids in line. He then asked my name, or I should say what it had been as a boy in Oaxaca. I told him, and he left. Then I sat there for about 12 hours before Rodrigo’s goon drove me back to the hotel and told me to get ready to go to Las Vegas.”

Black Oak sputtered. “They are keeping you on the team? This is most unexpected, but very good news. Write me up a full report, and then continue with your work. Thank you, Tequila. Good day.”

“Wait, Black Oak. Can I speak to Chambers?”

“No, he is on assignment in New Jersey,” Black Oak said. Chambers, along with April and May had been sent to the PatGen campus in New Jersey, and were in the first day of the four day lock-down during which time they would steal Patterson’s secret files.

“Oh. Can you let him know I am fine,” Ria said. Black Oak detected a note of disappointment in her voice.

“I will. Good luck, Tequila.”

The line went dead.

* *

Chambers was in a utility van outside the PatGen campus, posing as a telephone repair man. In reality he was in the process of setting up a complex electronic bypass system so he could control the cameras in the PatGen campus. In three nights times, April and May would sneak out and break into Dr. Hugh Patterson’s office to copy his personal files, and Chambers needed to control the cameras to make sure they weren’t seen.

His mobile phone rang. He picked it up, and heard Jarvis Cleethorpe, analyst with the CIA. “We just got a call from Ria. She is alive and still undercover. She is going to continue with her mission, and head to Las Vegas.”

Chambers smiled. “That’s great. Can I speak with her?” he asked.

“Chambers, she is undercover. That wouldn’t be prudent,” Jarvis said, and then hung up.

Chambers was disappointed that he couldn’t speak to Ria, but happy she was alive. He continued working, and found himself whistling a happy tune.

* *

Ria walked back to the hotel, thinking that she was in well over her head. While she knew that she could take some credit for thinking quickly, staying calm and looking out for herself over the past 2 days, her being alive was as much due to luck than anything else. Luis Tabernas had been, in a lot of ways, an insurance policy for her. In the two weeks they had known each other, she had managed to get Luis wrapped around her finger. She knew she could use him as protection if things started to go south. Now, with Luis dead, she was truly on her own, and she knew Rodrigo would probably be keeping an eye on her.

As she walked through the hotel she saw Emma sitting out by the pool, sunbathing in a blue, string bikini, her golden hair shimmering tuzla escort in the sun. Ria walked over towards Emma. As soon as Emma saw Ria, she jumped up and hugged her.

“Oh my God, Ria! I heard that Luis had a heart attack. I know you two were very close. You must be so sad. Are you okay?” Emma asked. “Heart attack.” Gaston had told her that was the “official story” that was being released, and that Ria shouldn’t say anything otherwise.

Ria started to cry. She wasn’t okay at all. She had been keeping a strong exterior, a posture one learns to quickly adopt on the streets, but she was actually lonely and scared, and just wanted to be safe.

Somehow, Emma’s arms around her made her feel safe. Safe enough to let out her emotion, to let down her guard and just be the scared little girl she felt like.

Emma stroked Ria’s hair. “It’s going to be okay, Ria. What can I do for you? Ask me anything,” Emma said softly in Ria’s ear.

Ria buried her face in Emma’s shoulder, saying softly, “I just want to be held. I want to feel close to someone.”

With her arm around Ria and Ria’s head leaning against her shoulder, Emma led Ria to the elevator, and they went upstairs to Emma’s room. Emma closed the door, and turned to face Ria. Ria reached out and touched Emma’s bare stomach, felt the warmth of her sun soaked body in her hands. Emma leaned closer. Ria could feel Emma’s breath on her face. It felt like a warm, gentle breeze. Ria closed her eyes. Emma’s lips touched hers, soft like silk.

Ria pulled Emma closer, wanting to feel her body against hers. Ria closed her eyes and concentrated on the physical sensations, putting all the bad memories and frightening thoughts out of her mind. Ria felt Emma’s arms running down her back, her chest raising and lowering with each breath, her bare leg slowly wrapping around Ria’s calf. There was still too much between them. Ria longed to feel Emma skin on skin, to let the warmth and energy from Emma to radiate into Ria directly.

Ria pulled away from Emma and stripped naked. Ria stood, head bowed, brown smooth skin exposed, hairless skin taut and fresh. She felt vulnerable. She rarely felt exposed when naked. She was usually very comfortable with her body, but this was different. Ria felt naked emotionally, that she was letting Emma see a side of her that Ria rarely let out. Ria blushed.

Emma walked slowly towards Ria, stripping off her bikini top and bottom. Emma hugged Ria and pulled her close, their bare skin touching, Ria’s brown, tanned skin a contrast to Emma’s Mid-western whiteness. They kissed again, they tongues slowly and tentatively exploring each other. Ria’s body was cold from two days of torture, from not eating, from fear. Emma’s body radiated heat, both the remnants of heat from sun-bathing and her own internal heat. Emma held Ria close, warming her. Ria puled herself closer to Emma, sucking up all the heat she could.

Emma’s hand ran down Ria’s back, her fingers just brushing along her back. Emma’s hips pushed forward, the smooth skin of her shaved pubic region brushing up against the soft skin of Ria’s flaccid penis. Ria let her hand run down to Emma’s ass, grasping the soft warm flesh of her buttock.

Their nipples brushed against each other, excited jolts of sexually energy ran throughout their bodies. Ria started to warm, the darkness and cold ebbed, like a dark shroud being slowly lifted off her. Her tense muscles started to relax, the stiffness in her body draining from her.

While her muscles relaxed, Ria felt her penis start to stiffen. It brushed against Emma’s groin, and Ria could feel Ria opening slowly, a slight moistness developing. The two women, intertwined, their bodies twisted around the other, started to move towards the bed, They fell upon the bed, Ria on her back, Emma lying on top of her. Emma straddled Ria, pressing her groin down upon Ria’s hard penis. Emma’s lips opened for Ria, and Ria slid into Emma’s warmth.

The continued to kiss, the tongues more fervently experiencing each other. Emma slowly moved her hips up and down, Ria’s cock sliding in and out of Emma’s wet pussy. Neither woman said a word, the only sounds they made were slight moans of pleasure, barely audible above the sounds of the wet lip-lock and the soft slap of skin on skin.

Ria started moving her hips up and down in slow, deep thrusts. With each thrust, a little bit of the last few days disappeared. She still had the memories of the days obviously, but they left her emotional centre, freeing her from the pain, the anger, the fear. The connection between two souls, between her and Emma, through the physical act, cured the deep wounds inflicted from the horrific experiences.

The black shroud was lifted. Ria was left with nothing but the want and need to satisfy herself and the woman she was inside. The girls stopped kissing, and Ria increased the frequency and depth of her thrusts. With each deep plunge into Emma’s pussy, Emma let out a hard breath, the warm air bathing Ria’s face.

Ria grasped Emma’s göztepe escort ass, and with each thrust upwards of her hips, pushed Emma down onto her. Emma let out a low, sustained moan through irregular breaths. Ria felt warm liquid seeping of Emma’s pussy, covering Ria’s cock and balls, and running down in the crack of her ass.

Ria started pumping as quickly as she could. Emma exploded, letting out a cry of pleasure as her body jerked and jolted with her orgasm. As before, Emma’s pussy let out a gush of warm liquid, soaking Ria and wetting the duvet on the hotel bed.

Emma’s orgasm continued as Ria continued to slide in and out of the now soaked vagina. Emma cried out, “Yes! Please, yes!” Ria buried herself deep inside Emma, and gave a series of shallow thrusts before releasing herself inside Emma. Ria groaned as the cum flowed from her.

Drained – physically, emotionally – the two girls collapsed on the bed. They rest, silently. Ria falls into a deep sleep, the first decent sleep she has had in 3 days.

* *

Ria woke up in an empty bed, the covers pulled over her. She heard Emma in the bathroom of the room.

Emma came out of the bathroom, now wearing a white robe emblazoned with the hotels logo. “Hey, are you feeling better?” Emma asked.

“Yes, much better. It has been a long, hard couple of days, and that was just what I needed,” Ria answered.

“It’s good to have you back,” Emma said. “Those other girls are no fun at all. Marisa is always off with Isabella. I’m pretty sure they must be going at it. And Gabriela is about as much fun as a wet blanket. She is always up in her room doing nothing. I’ve had no one to entertain me.”

Ria laughed. “I find it hard to believe that you can’t go down to the hotel bar and find a whole room’s worth of men that want to entertain you,” Ria said.

“Yeah, but sometimes its good to just hang out with your girlfriends, you know. That’s why I like having a girlfriend like you, I get to have a girl to talk to and go shopping with, but I also get a nice hard cock to play with when I am horny,” Emma said, peaking under the covers at Ria’s soft package.

“So you’ve had no fun for the past two days,” Ria asked.

“Well, not no fun. I did end up sleeping with that sexy driver, Carlos,” Emma said, smiling a sly smile.

Ria rolled her eyes. She was actually surprised, given that since that first day by the pool, whenever she saw Carlos he seemed chained at the hip to Andre Fernandez, COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila.

“He wasn’t very good, though,” Emma said.

Ria was shocked. She said, “given the rumours about what a playboy he was, I would have figured him to have had enough practice to be quite a good lover.”

Emma shook her head. “No, not like that. I mean he was good while we were doing it, and gave me a spectacular orgasm. But we were well on our way to me having a second one, and he gets a text message on his phone. He reads it, and says, ‘I have to go,’ and leaves. Right in the middle. What could be more important than satisfying me?” Emma asked sarcastically.

Ria wondered the same thing.

* *

“All right ladies, when we land in Las Vegas, the race season will have started and you will have eight months of very hard, but hopefully very rewarding work. You’ll have a pretty full schedule over the next six days, with of course the most important day being race day on Sunday. So try and get some sleep tonight on the flight, because they’ll be some long days ahead of us,” Isabella told the girls as the last few people were getting on the chartered Airbus A340.

The jet Ria was on was one of two jets the Tabernas racing team had chartered for the race season. This one was for transporting all the team members, including the drivers, mechanics, technical staff, owners, VIPs and of course the “Cabo Blanco Ambassadors,” Ria, Emma, Marisa and Gabriela. The other jet, another A340, was used to transport all the cargo, including the three open wheel race cars.

The two planes took off from Cordoba, Argentina and flew through the night, landing at McCarran airport in Las Vegas on a sunny Tuesday morning. Ria looked out the window, and saw the strange skyline of the Las Vegas strip, where Egyptian pyramids coexisted with fantasy castles, and one could see New York, Paris, Venice and ancient Rome all within a block. The tarmac of the airport was filled with similarly large jets that other racing teams had chartered for the season to transport crew and cars.

The Tabernas team had rented a floor in the MGM Grand, and a fleet of black vans with shaded windows transported the team the short distance to the hotel. The vans drove into a side entrance and into an underground garage. As each person stepped from the van they were given their room assignment and key. Elevators on service whisked the team up to their floor.

Ria entered her room and looked around. It was a smallish room, but nicely appointed, in neutral colours with striped drapes. A flat screen TV was hidden in üsküdar escort the vanity, along with a soft plush robe. Sitting on the small desk was a gift basket with some fruit, cheese and a small bottle of wine. Ria grabbed an apple and took a bite, laying down on the bed and flicking on the TV. Ria watched the hotel’s channel which ran through all the various attractions within the hotel and throughout Las Vegas. The city appeared to be a 24 hour, non-stop party of nightclubs, dining and gambling, with the occasionally side trip out to the desert.

There was a knock on the door. Ria opened it, and a porter delivered her two suitcases. Ria opened them up, and started putting the clothes away. In addition to her own personal clothes, she now had a full suitcase with Cabo Blanco Racing Team clothing. Ria finished putting away her clothes, and grabbed a shower. She changed into a tight pair of black pants and a polo shirt with a Cabo Blanco logo over her left breast. She looked at the printed schedule that Isabella had given her. In 15 minutes they had their first event, a season-opening wine and cheese party. It would be the first time she met any of the other teams or those involved in running the league, including the Pan Am Racing CEO, Walter “Piston” Clark.

There was a knock on the door. Ria wasn’t expecting anyone, and was shocked to open the door to see Rodrigo Tabernas. “Mr. Tabernas, can I help you,” Ria said. She was a little nervous, still not completely convinced that Rodrigo wouldn’t decide to kill her after she had been the sole survivor of his brother’s execution.

“Ria, I was hoping that you could accompany downstairs to the wine and cheese. I would like to talk to you about something,” Rodrigo Tabernas said.

Ria nodded, and came out into the hallway. She turned to her right to see Gaston, Rodrigo’s security man and the goon who had spent a full day emotionally and physically torturing Ria. Ria scowled. Rodrigo placed a hand on the small of Ria’s back and guided her to the elevator.

The elevator opened, and Ria and Tabernas stepped into the elevator. Gaston was about to get on, but Rodrigo waved him off. “It’s fine, Gaston. Why don’t you take the next one.” Gaston nodded and stepped back. Rodrigo punched the “door close” button, and the elevator’s doors shut.

Rodrigo started speaking, but didn’t look at Ria, but instead watched the numbers countdown. “Ria, as you may have surmised, or perhaps even had my stupid brother… God rest his soul… tell you, I am involved in something more than just our legitimate businesses. In my business, sometimes people get killed, and sometimes I am the one that has to do the killing. The guard that you left alive, do you know what happened to him?”

Ria looked at Rodrigo, but he kept his eyes on the elevator’s floor indicator. “Mr. Tabernas, I assume that you had him killed,” Ria said.

Rodrigo smiled. “Please, call me Rodrigo. Yes, you are correct. He is now dead for his part in the death of my brother, as are many more who were responsible for ordering the murder. Those who cross me will feel it come back on them tenfold. Let me ask you something, Ria, are you wondering why you are still alive?”

“It has crossed my mind, why you let me live,” Ria said.

“You are a very talented girl, as attested to by the five shallow graves in the Argentinean countryside filled with the bodies of those guards that you killed. As you have also seen, people can threaten me at any time. Keeping you close to me, it provides an extra layer of protection, if you are willing to provide it. Nothing formal, of course, just keep an eye out for potential dangers, and let me know. Of course, if you don’t wish to, I will take that as a sign of where your loyalties lie. Those that are disloyal to me suffer a similar fate to those who actively try and destroy me,” Rodrigo said. He handed Ria a picture of a man with a bullet in his head. “That man was the head of the Iquitos Cartel, who was the one who ordered Luis’ murder. I thought you might be interested to know that the people responsible for Luis’ death, and of course endangering you, were delivered justice. I do hope that I never have to deliver any justice to you, Ria.”

The elevator chimed and the doors started to open. Rodrigo took back the picture and put it in his jacket pocket. “Shall we go and meet the rest of the Pan-American Racing league?” he said, gesturing out into the crowd. Ria nodded, a silent shiver running up and down her spine.

* *

The large conference room holding the wine and cheese was buzzing, but the level of noise decreased as Rodrigo walked in. Two men made a bee-line from across the room directly towards Rodrigo and Ria. One of the men was a tall, white man with wispy grey hair. He was wearing a grey blazer over a white shirt fastened with a bola tie, blue jeans and a pair of beige cowboy boots. The second man was a short but thin Hispanic man with a a professional, neat haircut. He was dressed in a black suit with pale blue tie, looking more conservative than anyone else in the room.

The white man put a hand on Rodrigo’s shoulder. “Rodrigo, I can’t tell you how sorry I am to hear about your brother. I hope you know we are all very saddened by the news. This weekend’s race will be a tribute to him.”

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The Ladies of the Mall

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Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.

Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.

Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school.

“Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held.

The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday.

Being the only available male made Tom virtually indispensable to Mrs Turnbull and her team. Mrs Turnbull was a striking woman. Her thirty eight years had not harmed her appearance. She dressed meticulously, not a hair out of place. Her make up and colour drew Tom’s attention to her high cheekbones, her blue eyes and her full lips.

Tom, who thought twenty was old, studied her as they worked together. She was tall and slim with what appeared to be a good sized pair of tits. “She would have been a top bird a few years ago” he though. After that assessment he forgot about her as he studied one or two of the other ladies.

His final assessment left him panting to get back to Mrs Turnbull’s daughter Sherrie. Sherrie would snog for hours before finally letting him kiss her tits. Last weekend his hand had finally reached Sherries cunt. His fingers had stroked her clit before being brushed away. He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

Listening to talk about dresses and make up, while he shifted and carried what ever the ladies wanted, bored Tom out of his brain. But his ears started to prick up and listen when a few of the younger ladies in their thirties started to gossip about the love life of their neighbours and other mothers. He noted the names of a few women who were apparently keen to play. He thought it might be interesting to see what they looked like.

He had been hanging around for a couple of hours when the final rehearsal started in earnest. The older ladies dominated the early parade. Gradually as the evening and day wear items were completed and summer swim wear and under wear came out the younger ones played a more prominent part.

Tom’s prick took a greater interest as the clothes grew more daring. Mrs Turnbull worked hard showing the young mothers how to walk seductively and show off her items to advantage.

She finally decided that she would show them by doing it herself. “You have to feel sexy and think sexy when you model my honeymoon selection,” she told the young mothers. That’s when Tom found himself developing a colossal horn. He couldn’t hide it, it was standing up and out, making it obvious to all what he was thinking.

Mrs Turnbull was the cause of his frustration. Tom couldn’t believe the way Mrs Turnbull`s body moved as she strutted down the catwalk in hight stiletto heels.

Her body moved seductively as the tiny nightie showed more and more tantalising glimpses of the cheeks of her arse and her hard tits. Her eyes shone as she licked her lips. “Ladies these clothes are designed to make you feel sexy.”

“They are designed to make you look sexy, wear them with seduction in mind as you strut down the aisle, think sex and exude sex.

“Shit” Tom thought as he heard her, “she’s fucking hot she knows it and it shows.” Within minutes other mothers followed her lead. None turned him on like Mrs Turnbull but Tom decided that a combination of high heels, sexy music, mood lighting and the parade’s nightwear made them all look “fucking horny.”

“Down boy, down” Sarah Smith’s mother whispered as she drifted past and gave his prick a flick with some hard object. Tom watched her wiggle her backside as he grunted and his prick deflated.

Late that Saturday night Sherrie struggled to sit up on their front veranda. “My god Tom what’s got into you, you’re all hands,” she moaned as she tried to rescue her bra and panties.

“Mum and dad will hear us, if they come out they’ll see us, stop it right now, or I’ll go inside.”

Tom was horny. He had left the hotel after the parade as horny as hell. Kissing Sherrie had added to the fire in his loins.

Even now after her warning his mind was on sex. His hands reached again to pull her back into his arms where he proceeded to kiss her until she relaxed. Feeling her relax Tom slipped his hand up until his fingers could again enter her now sopping wet pussy.

“Oh Tom” Sherrie moaned “we must stop. You promised you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.”

When Tom’s fingers stroked her clit and his head dropped down to suck on her nipple she groaned, “You promised fikirtepe escort you wouldn’t try to fuck me if I let you touch me.”

Tom knew she was right, he had promised. He had been more insistent, more sexually aggressive tonight than he normally would have been. He couldn’t tell her it was her mother whose mature body had made him so fucking hot.

At school his mates teased him about the fashion parade. “What were you doing down there with all the oldies,” his mate Charlie said when they were walking home.

Tom swore him to secrecy. “Don’t tell anyone mate, I had a fat most of the time. I reckon there’d be some hot fucks amongst those mothers. You should have seen some of them in bikinis. I’ve never seen tits like it and mate their undies and sleeping gear was awesome.”

Tom became busy when his dad’s brother had a heart attack. Tom’s family were forced to help out in his pizza shop in the mall.

Each afternoon Tom reported to the shop after school. He hung around to fill in if additional deliveries were needed. The only saving grace was most deliveries required him to ride his Harley.

He worked until eight each evening. Then he generally took Sherrie or Sarah Smith out on his bike. Sherrie was now allowing him every liberty except fucking. Within minutes her small hard tits filled his mouth. It took longer before his hand reached her cunt, but once there she would let him finger fuck her but not touch her clit. Despite the fact that she allowed him every liberty with her body, he had not succeeded in getting Sherrie to touch him. Each night he was forced to resort to what Charlie called Mrs Palm and her five daughters.

Sarah had no such inhibitions and found the bike a powerful aphrodisiac. A ride makes me horny she told him as they laid naked in the cool summer breeze on a picnic table at lakeside. “I love your bike” she whispered as she played with his now limp dick. “What do you love about it” he asked.

“I love it when I’m sitting behind you with my legs wide apart.” “When I wrap my arms around you and the engine throbs, I wish we could fuck up there on the bike.” They tried it, but ended up using the picnic table so he could lay her face down on its surface and fuck her doggy style while standing.

While Tom waited for pizza orders he strolled the mall studying “the form.”

“The form” was Charlie and his words for the ladies of the mall. At every turn there were girls and women in all types of outfits, from the shortest of shorts to Arabian ladies with only their eyes to be seen.

Women and girls of all sizes, shapes, colours, and ages frequented the mall; it was like a giant smorgasbord for the boys. Tom and Charlie rated their finds on a scale of one to ten. Ten was drop dead gorgeous and horny as hell. They had spied a few eights and nines but no tens.

Tom quickly realised that women in their thirties had great bodies and most had time to spare. Delivering pizzas had introduced him to a few who rated high on his form guide. On the night of the fashion parade he had heard the ladies gossip about Mrs Johnstone from the Post Office. They were laughing as they whispered; “now her husband’s away overseas she won’t stay lonely for long.

When he delivered a pizza to Mrs Johnstone she had told him to call her Mary and invited him for a cool drink while she found her purse. Dave liked tall women but short bubbly Mrs Johnstone had big tits and a round arse that excited him.

While he sipped his drink he studied her. She was dressed in a tight top that was cut low displaying what looked like hard fat nipples. “What are you staring at?” she asked with a grin.

“You don’t need me to answer,” he said “you know.”

She raised her eyebrows when Tom asked “did I hear the other night that your husbands overseas?”

“Yes he will be away for over a month,” she replied as she watched him lick his lips suggestively.

“Well I `m available if you need a man around the house,” he said as he noticed her shift to stand with her legs apart.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “Oh if there’s any thing you can’t handle or anything that your husband used to do, give me a ring and I’ll slip over,” he said.

She blushed, “Thank you, but there’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Lexie Johnstone was enjoying herself. “A little flirting and byplay wouldn’t hurt” she thought She had been missing her husband Robert’s sexual attention. Sex was fairly routine but it was regular. He had been away two weeks and she surprised how much she was missing him.

She told herself that she had flirted with this young lad because of his cheeky approach but she wasn’t ready to cheat.

Tom’s heart was beating fast as he stood up and moved over to put his glass on the counter.” That’s good” he whispered as he moved to kiss her. He heard her gasp as his hand reached her firm round butt and pulled her to him.

She was taken by surprise by the excitement his kiss generated. She felt her cunt grow wet within seconds gebze escort of his arms encircling her. His hand stroking her butt moved quickly around between her legs to rub her mound.

She pushed him away “that’s enough” she whispered “my kids are in the next room.”

There was finality about her stance and words that made him realise that nothing would happen now. Sensing his disappointment she took his arm and led him to the door. She looked around pulled him close then kissed him vigorously.

When he moved to kiss her again, Mrs Johnstone smiled at him and said “give me a ring at the Post Office tomorrow.”

Tom made his way back to the mall, his horn gradually subsiding as he worked his way through the traffic.

“The sooner I knock off tonight the better,” he groaned as he thought of ringing Sarah.

“Bloody hell look at that” Tom whispered to himself as he strolled past Victoria’s secret. “What a fucking magnificent arse,” he mused as he stopped to stare at the rear of a tall blonde in a tight skirt.

“Turn around” he whispered, “turn around; if you’re as beautiful from the front as you are from behind you’re a world beater, you could be a ten.” To his surprise she turned around looking at a paper in her hands.

“Shit its Mrs Turnbull, Sherries mum. Christ,” he thought as she stood with the light from the shop display behind her.

Tom `s mind was awash with conflicting thoughts. Mrs Turnbull had filled his wanking dreams since the fashion parade. He lay on his bed at night recalling the sheer animal magnetism of her performance.

He licked his lips as he remembered the movement of the cheeks of her arse and her tits. He couldn’t find words to describe how they jiggled in a number of flimsy, sheer black silk and satin outfits.

Every night he headed for the bathroom to clean up the mess caused by his recollection of her long legs strutting down the catwalk.

Even after finger fucking Sherrie most nights, it was her mother’s arse moving under that sheer black outfit that filled his mind as he played with himself in bed.

As he stood and stared, Mrs Turnbull looked up and for a moment caught him staring. Then in an off hand way she seemed to dismiss him and move on.

Tom went home that afternoon thinking of Mrs Turnbull. “I wonder if she plays he thought.”

He shook his head “it’s not for you.”

“She’s old” he thought “she’s married; and you’re trying to fuck her daughter Sherrie.”

In the bathroom he grinned “Just the same, what I wouldn’t give to have her squirming in my arms,” he said to himself as he looked at his rock hard prick.

Tom was checking out the ladies in the Mall when he spied Mrs Turnbull at the open air café and bar.

He bought a malted milk and moved over to the table where she was seated. “Hullo” he said acting surprised “what are you doing here.”

“Oh it’s……” she was stuck trying to remember him.

“Tom” he said “I worked on the fashion parade.”

“Oh yes that’s it Tom,” she said, virtually dismissing him as she took a sip from her drink and went back to her book.

Tom did not leave. Having built up his courage, to speak

He was determined, to make her talk.

Can I join you? He asked.

“If you want to,” she replied pushing her book aside.

“Mrs Turnbull, I’ve wanted to speak to you ever since the fashion parade. I’ve wanted to tell you how beautiful you were that night.”

“Why thank you, that’s nice,” she replied.

“I can’t get the vision of you parading in that little black silk nightie out of my mind.”

She looked up quickly, “are you trying to be funny?” She asked. “No oh no! I found you so beautiful that I just can’t forget you, you fill my dreams you’re fantastic.”

Angela Turnbull studied Tom as he spoke. She remembered him now. He had been helpful and she remembered Mary Johnstone and the other mothers remarking that he was good looking. A little thin she thought as she studied him now at close quarters.

“I’ve got an admirer,” she thought, “a cheeky one and a very young one but he obviously wants something.”

“Do you usually accost ladies and tell them of your dreams” she said quietly.

“Only you” he whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this before. “You’re so beautiful I had to tell you.”

Angela Turnbull didn’t know whether to be amused or angry. The cheek of the young bugger to just come up and tell her, that after seeing her parade he spent the night dreaming about her.

Not even her husband in their courting days had ever confessed to dreaming about her. “He’s so bloody busy now he never even pays me a compliment or remembers my birthday” she thought.

She was shaken out of her thoughts and startled when he reached across and took her hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered “I just want to buy you a drink.”

“Will I let the young bugger buy me a drink?” she thought.

She looked at him sitting there staring içerenköy escort at her, “oh hell! Why not! I’ll have a scotch and soda,” she replied.

At the bar the barman asked Tom “is this for Mrs Turnbull?” “She drinks doubles,” he explained.

“Well give her a double” Tom replied wondering if he had enough money.

While she drank Angela Turnbull questioned Tom about his Harley. “I’ve always wanted to ride a bike,” she said as she seemed to relax.

Tom seized the opportunity and spoke quietly “I’d love to take you for a spin, my bikes out the back we can go now if you like.”

Taken by surprise by his offer she replied, “Oh no, not now, not this afternoon.”

A feeling of elation swept over Tom. “She didn’t say no,” he thought “only not today.”

“Well I’m down the mall every afternoon I’ll take you tomorrow, or any afternoon or evening you like.”

“We’ll see,” she replied and signalled the barman for another drink. “Get one for Tom” she called.

“At least she remembered my name” Tom recalled as he was called away to deliver a pizza.

Mrs Turnbull liked a drink. She had started to drink when her husband started coming home later and later. She wasn’t a drunk, but she liked to have a few drinks before she went home to what was becoming a lonely house.

The housemaid and cook made sure meals were always available so she could concentrate on her business. Sherrie was old enough to look after herself and went out with her friends most evenings, leaving her mother alone.

Tom made a habit of joining Mrs Turnbull most afternoons at the mall. He started to bring her a single rose or whatever flower caught his fancy in his mother’s extensive garden. ”What’s this for? She asked when he presented the first rose. He leant over and whispered “For you, I want you.”

“Behave yourself” she scolded. Even though she treated him coldly for the next few days she felt herself responding to his constant attention.

He in turn was cheekier each time they met. When she wore a blouse that displayed some cleavage he clapped his hands. “It’s about time you displayed some cleavage,” he told her when she asked what he was clapping about. “I still dream over those boobs every night. I remember there was no bra under that little satin top. Don’t wear a bra you don’t need one.”

“Stop talking like that” she growled as she looked around to see if anyone could hear.

When she ignored him, the next afternoon he kissed her cheek in front of the barman. Whispering so he could not hear, “I bet he pervs on your tits.”

He was more and more certain that they would fuck. He took more and more liberties, getting cheekier and cheekier. She laughed when he told her she should always stiletto heels “because they make your bum wobble sexily.”

He bought her perfume, “wear it” he said “it makes me hot.”

Mrs Turnbull was responding, she tried not to let him see it but she loved the attention he was showering on her.

Each afternoon he asked her to come for a ride on his Harley. To his surprise one afternoon she agreed. In the car park he handed her a helmet and watched as she hitched up her skirt showing plenty of leg as she sat side saddle on the bike.

“Hang on” he said as they took off. She slipped her arms around him and held him tight. He could feel his horn rising. She leant forward with her face against his ear to talk to him as he whipped down some suburban streets and out into the countryside.

Where are we going she asked? “When a boy gets a girl on his bike he generally takes her out to lakeside,” Tom replied

Isn’t that the local lover’s lane?” she laughed

“Yes that’s it,” he agreed as he swung the bike over to turn down a secluded lane.

“You’re a bikies girl now.” He grinned as he took her hand and helped her off.

“Great legs! Legs to dream over! He whispered in her ear as she showed a full leg dismounting.

“I’ll wear slacks next time,” she said with a laugh.

“Next time I will take you to lover’s lane and take them off,” he laughed as he sat her up on a picnic table.

“Now you must pay for the ride,” he whispered as he stood next to her legs and slipped his arms around her.

She let his lips brush hers and turned her head

“What are you up to Tom?” she asked. “Meeting me for a drink while you wait to deliver pizza is one thing, but what do you think your doing?”

“You know what I’m doing, you know what I want,” he groaned.

“I’m going to kiss you, I’m going to make love to you, I want you to be my lover,” Tom whispered.

“Oh Tom be sensible, I’m married, I’m old enough to be your mother. Anyway what makes you think I want a lover?”

Tom ignored her. He held her and kissed her lightly on the lips, “I want to make love to you.”

“I lay in bed each night as horny as hell dreaming of you.

I want you. This has got nothing to do with our ages or your marriage.”

“This is just two people, where the man wants the woman, and I think the woman wants the man.”

“Let me make it very very plain I am going to fuck you.” I want to feel your body responding to mine.”

“I want to kiss you all over. I want to lick your clit.”

“I want to hear you moan and feel you come.”

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