Apartment 2B

Apartment 2B

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Ellis let out a long, ragged breath.

As she fiddled around with the pipe under the small bathroom sink, she did her best to focus on why she was in this man’s apartment. A task that was proving difficult as the shower ran just around the corner with one of the hottest men in her apartment complex inside. Her eyes took their time moving around from the entrance of said shower to the toolbox to grab a wrench wistfully hoping to catch even a glimpse of the man inside.

With another long sigh, she shook from her devious thoughts.

“I’m a goddamn professional.”

Her uniform had become restricting as her panties were soaked through and uncomfortable.

The first time she’d seen him, she was replacing the light fixtures in the apartment. He’d come by a day earlier to ask about the freight elevator usage. Wearing a perfectly tailored suit. Ellis licked her lips at the thought of seeing a peak at what was underneath his finely clothed exterior. 2B was sure to have her taking stock in batteries.

Now, he was naked not ten feet away from her.

She bit her lip and ran the mantra through her head once more.

She was a professional.

Ellis never considered herself to be a lustful woman, but there were times, such as this, when nothing could stop her body from reacting. Every time they had any interaction, every part of her tingled wondering what it’d feel like to be touched by him. Kissed. Rubbed. Fucked.

She shuddered.

Putting herself out there wasn’t usually an issue. Even if she was turned down, Ellis could always bounce back. But this chiseled specimen was a tenant in her building. There was no running away if she made a fool of herself. She’d have to see him every day until she either quit, or he moved; neither of which was likely. She wondered briefly if it would have been easier had she looked like one of the waiflike women he traipsed through his place most evenings, but shrugged it off. Ellis easily stood at a statuesque 5’9″ with thick thighs and ample curves. She could break those twig-like bitches in half with ease. Hell, if he let her, she would have no problem breaking him off something too.

A sly smile formed at her last thought. With another brief glance, she went back underneath the sink to finish tightening the new pipe.

Her jaw nearly hit the floor when he opened the door in a towel. He’d only called five minutes before complaining of leaking water. Whenever he had a problem before, which wasn’t often, he was usually on his way out, or holed up in his office.

Not today.

The moment the door opened and she caught sight of his chiseled abs and low slung towel, decadent thoughts about 2B hadn’t stopped since.

If she kept it up, the likelihood of her doing something idiotic was imminent.

“You had a wet spot?” she choked out.

He smiled. His dimples were deep set as he smiled at her.

“Yeah, in the bathroom. I was about to take a shower when I stepped in a puddle on the floor. I wanted to get to it before it leaked down to the neighbors.”

Ellis squinted trying to keep herself from looking him up and down.

“I’ll be happy to clean that for you.” Her voice was a squeak.

She moved towards him, but stopped when he only moved to the side.

Ellis looked down at his feet before doing her best to side step him. She sucked in a breath trying to keep her breasts from grazing across his chest. Silently, she thanked the heavens her nipples hadn’t decided to present themselves at that point, or it would have been a done deal.

She was a professional, Alanya Escort after all.

The sound of the shower turning off caused Ellis’s throat to dry. A clear vision of her licking the fresh droplets of water from his chest tasting only his freshly washed tanned skin and whatever he used to clean that delicious body. Her tongue sliding down his chest planting soft kisses every so often. Taking him by the hand, pushing him back on the bed while her lips travelled further south to his hardened cock. Her eager mouth taking his length in tortuously slow, hearing him groan in pleasure.

Ellis’s toes curled in her boots as she hurried to finish the last of the tightening under the sink.

She needed to get out of there.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

As if her thoughts had been on full display, her head shot up towards his voice. Unfortunately, there was the fact that she was under the sink and there was not a lot of room to move. The pain was nearly blinding as her forehead came in contact with the metal pipe.

“Suck my ass!” she screamed out immediately reaching up to her head.

This was why she should have just hurried up and left. Now her head was in unbearable pain and she’d screamed out something she was sure she would regret later.

“That’s one I’ve never heard before.”

There was a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was definitely closer kneeling down to where she was.

“Come on out of there and let’s take a look at that.”

His hands were strong on her shoulders making her feel like a plate of jelly. She didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of melting completely at the sight of his freshly cleaned skin. Being this close, she wouldn’t be able to hide her devious thoughts from him.

“Alright, let’s take those hands away and see the damage.”

His comforting words and gentle touch as he coerced her hands from her face helped the pain to subside, but the urge to take him was more prevalent than ever. Even at the sight of blood, her thoughts were far from pure.

“Looks like you got yourself pretty good there. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled. “I’ve done worse.”

He moved to help her to her feet. Ellis didn’t think of herself as a light woman. The fact that he seemed to be able to take on her weight with little to no effort made her wonder if she’d really be able to break him like she originally thought.

They moved towards the kitchen table where he had her sit in a chair. He then left for a moment before returning with peroxide, gauze and band-aides.

“It’s not that bad is it?” she asked looking down at the first aid.

His smile was wide this time, his strong jaw showing off two deep dimples.

Green eyes connected with brown for a moment before he looked up at her forehead.

“Better safe than sorry I suppose. I don’t want to leave a scar on such a beautiful face.”

Ellis gulped at the words. Did he really think she was beautiful? Had she been wrong about him and his predilection towards tiny brunettes? Maybe getting a little banged up would be worth finding out.

His hands worked expertly tending to her wounds. Ellis did her best not to lean into his touch. Even when he seemed to brush his fingers across her cheek.

The air seemed to grow heavy around them in the silence. Ellis’s arousal was now an unbearable ache. While he worked over her, she had a chance to check him out closely for the first time. He was even more handsome up close. Everything was in the perfect place from his cheekbones, to his neck, broad shoulders, Alanya Escort Bayan chest…

Ellis’s mouth began to water.

Was there really a bulge in the front of his pants?

She closed her eyes for a moment and looked again. Her previous thoughts about her mouth on him coming to the forefront of her consciousness. 2B stood up straight allowing her a much clearer view of his appreciation of his work..

“It’s safe to say you’ll still be as beautiful as ever.” His voice seemed thicker. Ellis glanced up to see him gulp as though his thoughts may have mirrored her own.

She stood immediately looking everywhere else but his face.

“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet, almost breathy.

Only a few centimeters kept her nipples from brushing across his chest. Her pussy throbbed at the heat that radiated between the two of them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His hands moved behind her head taking out her ponytail. They then moved through her head massaging her scalp. “There aren’t any other bumps or cuts are there?”

All higher brain function ceased at the feel of his hands on her. Instinctively, her eyelids fell heavy while her back arched into him.

“I wouldn’t want to let you leave without a thorough check.”

His lips brushed lightly against her cheek as he spoke. Her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his groin pressing into her just below her belly button.

One of his hands moved slowly down her neck towards her shoulder. His fingers moved purposely until they found the zipper of her coveralls. Simultaneously, he moved in to brush his lips across hers while his hand slid inside her shirt kneading her breast. A small whimper escaped her lips as the kiss became more fervent. Ellis was stunned. She couldn’t believe he was making the moves on her after all this time.

She forced herself out of the dull haze and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling his body flush against hers; the full hardness of his shaft pressing into her causing her to gush even more. The hand that was in her coveralls moved around to her ass grinding her into him seeking more contact.

“So beautiful.” He breathed placing kisses down her neck.

He’d removed the top half of her coveralls and was slowly moving down to explore more of her body. Ellis couldn’t believe how wrong she was about him. He was very take charge and quite sure of himself. His hands knew their way around a woman with an assurance that she trouble finding in previous partners.

2B was much more than she could have ever asked for. The surprises continued when he yanked down her suit the rest of the way exposing her lace boy short panties.

“Very sexy.”

Ellis watched him take her in. His touch was driving her insane. She wanted him to bury his cock into her, but he seemed intent on getting to know her body. Her soft panting and mews didn’t make him move any faster. Trying not to sound completely needy, she asked, “Can we take this to your room?”

Her words didn’t even faze him. Instead, he helped her out of her clothing and then slowly came up to her face. His kiss was forceful and long before his hands swooped down to her thighs and pulled her up causing Ellis to yelp.

“With pleasure.”

They moved towards the back while he continued to place sloppy kisses all over her considerable breasts. The fact that this man could carry her and be sexy about it had her nearly ready to come all over him. 2B had the kind of strength she’d only read about in trashy romance novels.

His movements were graceful as he Escort Alanya laid her out on the bed. She watched with hungry eyes while he undressed himself exposing tightly coiled muscles, lean hips, and a nicely trimmed treasure trail over a rather impressive looking cock that stood at attention. Ellis wanted to wrap her hands around the base and take him in, but he moved down her body nuzzling her center teasing her clit with his teeth. Ellis gripped the blanket underneath her in disbelief that this man was about to bring her to orgasm with so little foreplay. Her cries were building along with a sheen of sweat on her face, chest and arms. Her tenant, the one she’d fantasized about for months, was going to bring her to places of ecstasy she’d only previously dreamed about.

With one well-placed nip on her clit, she was taken over the edge.

Ellis did her best to muffle her screams, but he pulled her arm away.

“Let me hear you.” He ordered.

Their eyes stayed on each other as he slid into her awaiting channel that practically pulled him in.

The grunt from him was a thrilling sort of satisfaction for Ellis. It told her that he wasn’t as in control as he pretended to be. Feeling a little naughty, she started by undulating her hips riding him from underneath.

“Fuck.” He whispered into her ear. He pulled up with a smirk. One hand moved down to grab a handful of her ass while the other kept his balance over her. Ellis sucked in a sharp breath feeling his cock drive deeper into her body. She sucked in a sharp breath as he moved her up on the bed getting on his knees angling her higher for better control. Ellis would have argued had the angle of his thrusts not been rubbing right onto her g-spot causing another orgasm to begin deep within her core.

“Had no idea… feel like this.” He panted out gripping her thighs tighter. He began to thrust faster causing both of their orgasms build higher. Of all the fantasies she’d had about him, none of them involved him taking her to these heights. Ellis loved her control, but she’d have to rethink that if there was to be a repeat performance.

“Ellis, sweetheart, can you…?”

She was close but he was closer. Through everything, a wave of tenderness hit her that he would worry so much about her coming. He wasn’t what she thought he was. “Yeah, close. Close.” Her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub furiously. That last bit of will shattered over her body clenching on to him until he followed suit claiming his own orgasm with a strung out groan. Her entire body was awash with satisfaction, she looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was struggling not to fall on top of her. Ellis had to stifle a chuckle. She could only imagine the reason he was doing so was because he was used to smaller women.

“You can lay on me. I won’t break.”

His eyes shot open. A lazy smile crossed his lips before he came down between her ample breasts. “No, I don’t imagine you will.”

***

The walk down to her apartment was surreal. Ellis wondered if people could tell she’d just been properly fucked for the first time in she couldn’t remember how long. The endless smile on her face didn’t help her case any, so she opted for looking down. She’d barely closed the door to her own apartment when her work phone began to ring.

“Maintenance.” She answered hoping it wasn’t an emergency.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but its apartment 2B again.”

Ellis licked her lips.

“What seems to be the problem?” she asked almost serenading him with her voice.

“I believe there’s something wrong with my shower.”

Her smile was bigger than ever. “Oh yeah, what seems to be wrong with it?”

There was a slight pause on the other end. “You’re not in it.”

The familiar clench of her pussy returned. “I’ll be right up to fix that for you.”

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Ana’s One Night

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It happened in one fleeting moment. I was reaching for a bar of soap on the top counter right outside the women’s powder room when suddenly from my back I felt his hard meat rub my ass. I jumped with surprise. He immediately said, “I’m sorry. I did not mean it.” It was Nobu. I realized then that the passageway leading to the rest rooms were narrow and it couldn’t be helped. I said, “It’s alright.” We left it at that. But then again, it was Nobu.

It was April of the new millennium. I was finishing my contract as an overseas contract worker in Japan. I didn’t want to go back and had decided to take care of my 4-year-old son in Manila and try to reconcile with his dad. I’ve earned enough and would start a small business. I’ve said to myself ” I’m done with this job.”

After that brush incident with Nobu, thoughts of his huge weapon pressed against my ass kept coming back in my head. I heat up with those thoughts. He’s been asking me to go out with him. He wanted to take me to dinner. Oh I knew what he really wanted. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes when he sat there in the café where I worked. He smiled often. He was very fashionable. He wore black leather pants, which would not hide the bulge in it. I guess he had something no ordinary Japanese guy had, a tremendously big dick. His body, very structured, very manly. He looked delicious. I felt a wetness develop in me when these thoughts of Nobu mingled in my head. That was all there was until, he called one night and asked me out.

It’s been five months since I fucked. It was always very good with my kid’s dad. He was my first. Everything I knew in bed, I learned from him. And he thought me very well. I was getting pissed with him though; he never was serious with me. I wanted to have a family with him but he was not the type. Nobu seemed different. He was very kind. I sensed some gentleness in him. It seemed he was genuinely concerned. And yes, I turned horny every time I touched my ass where his big dick touched me. I said ” Yes, let’s go out.” And that night turned out a night that I would not forget.

He said, he’d pick me up at 7:00 p.m. and take me to dinner. It was my night off. Everyone left for the café at 6:00 p.m. and I was left alone. I took a careful and slow shower, scrubbed clean every part of my body. Finished, I selected what I was going to wear. I picked a g-string panty. It showed my very firm ass to the fullest. I was very trim and with long smooth legs. My hair was long past my shoulders and was very good looking. At least, that was what all the men at the café say. I wanted to be sexy. I wore garter belts and stockings and a very short mini. I felt the wetness again. The thought of him gave me this effect. I said to myself ” This will be the night. “

The doorbell rang. I slowly went down stairs. I was wearing 4-inch heels. When I opened the door, there he was, handsome as hell, smelling so good. We said our HI’s and he gently led me to his new SLK Benz parked in front. He opened the door and as I sat on the leather sit, I felt a tingle in my ass. My skirt rode up, barely hiding my panty. He started the engine and we rode of.

He brought me to this fancy restaurant which overlooked Tokyo. It was fantastic and very expensive. The food was wonderful and the wine exquisite. He had done his homework well. We drank a bottle, which was already doing its job. I was feeling tipsy but controlled. Nobu kept looking at me. I looked at him. There was a hunger there and I was in heat. I wanted him. And he knew it. He grabbed the bill, paid it and said, ” Let’s go.”

As we walked back to his car, he was still gentlemanly but emboldened. He was brushing his hand near my ass. Perhaps wanting to feel what I was wearing. I wanted it. I myself put my hand across his waist. We walked like lovers in a park. But there was no mistake; we were going to be lovers Lara Escort that night.

He brought me first to the Yokohama Bay Bridge. It was beautiful to see. The wind was gentle. We stepped out of the car. He slowly came near me. He raised my face with both of his hands and brought his lips to mine. We kissed.

First, there was no urgency, it was slow, and his tongue met mine. I tasted his saliva going into me, into my body. We embraced like long lost lovers. He lifted me closer to his body and I let him. I again felt the hardness in him. It was against my belly. Our kiss became more rapid and urgent. Our heat was building up. We had to release this need for each other. I wanted him and he wanted me. In my mind I said, ” I want to fuck you, Nobu.” And my body betrayed me.

We sped across Tokyo. The SLK using all it’s available power. It wanted to take as fast as we wanted to go and it was very fast. We stopped in front of a hotel. He looked at me questioningly. I touched his face and kissed him. His hands held my leg and I opened it a little. His hand went up and went straight to my wet hole. He knew my answer and we went in.

On the way up, we could not waste any moment. We were still in the elevator. We kissed. Ah but this time, the hunger for each other was releasing itself. He held my breast and he went down and knelt in front of me. He lifted my skirt and brought his face near my aching hole. He kissed me there. He put a finger at the slit and he felt my wetness. His finger went in. I almost shouted. I was now in complete ecstasy. I put my right leg over his shoulder and held his head closer and tighter to my moist hole. I was running my tongue over my lips. The ride up was slow. As if the elevator wanted was to finish what we started. But then it stopped and we went inside this elegant room. It was 10:00 o’clock. We went inside the room. It was well furnished. Very elegant, indeed. He lifted me like a bride being carried over the threshold. I kissed him while in his very strong arms. We never reached the bedroom. On the long table just after the door, he laid me.

Gently, he slowly removed every piece of my clothing. He kissed me at every part of my body that was being laid bare for him. It was for him. Nobu was good. We kissed with same passion as we when we first did. My nipples hardened at the instant touch of his lips. He played his tongue on it sending me to frenzy. My mind was spinning. I felt his tongue go down. He removed my panties. I lifted my body to let him. And for the first time, my love hole was bare for him to take.

I looked at him. He looked at me as if telling me to relax and he will make me enjoy this. He did. He first smelled how sweet my hole was. Then, I felt his tongue running over my clit. Again and again. I shouted his name ” Nobu, Nobu, Nobu. ” I was wriggling my body from the sensations he was giving me. I held on to the sides of the table. There was no stopping him. He then let his tongue enter my hole. God, I was coming as soon as it entered me. He kept on. He was slurping and drinking my love juices. He was thirsty for it. I was coming like an erupting volcano, lava flow upon lava flow. It was an endless ecstasy. I never felt like it, ever. And then, perhaps sensing I was already conquered, he stood up, unzipped his pants, took off his shirt and then his briefs, and alas, I saw the biggest man tool I ever saw. It was raging hard, like the sword of the matador ready to plunge across the Toro’s back to kill it. It was going to kill me. It was very big and I would not be able to take it. It could not possibly enter me. But the body wanted it. My body wanted Nobu to just do it and take me. I can die at that moment. In complete surrender, I told him “Nobu, please fuck me.”

He grabbed both of my legs and pointed it toward the ceiling of the room. I braced myself as Escort Lara though a storm would take me away. I held on. Then, I felt it. The head of his man tool was brushing my slit up and down. It was teasing me. I was already so wet. As if my own hole was lubricating itself. Wanting him to enter. I was lifting my ass to meet him. Inviting him to come inside. ” Please. Nobu, fuck me now.” I told him. I then saw his eyes were looking at me, I nodded approvingly, and he did. He entered me so slowly, feeling every crevasse of my wet hole. In and out his man tool came, my hole adjusted to his gigantic size. The walls of my vagina were embracing him. Urging him not to stop. I was coming more than I ever came in my life. Nobu was fantastic.

Perspiration was running in both our bodies. Our bodies joined in rhythm. He was fucking me with great attention. Oh God! Oh God! I couldn’t believe his energy. I begin to feel his man tool increasing in size; the veins were beginning to pump. It was beating an erotic beat. My vagina was clamping more and tighter. His muscles became more rigid. He was coming. His semen was flooding me. I could feel my insides erupt with him. As he spurted his come, I came with him. I shouted ” Nobu, I love you” and he said the same ” Anna, I love you. ” and he gave a giant heave of his body, reaching my insides farther than anyone had been. It seemed I was virgin once more. I was in heaven.

I thought I had died. Suddenly, while he was still inside me, he grabbed my body. He lifted me from the table as though I were a lifeless doll. His semen was dripping out from my orifice. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body, my arms around his neck. We kissed.

Not far from the table, we entered a room while I was straddled to his body. We went inside the bathroom where the tub was already prepared. His dick plopped out as he tried to sit me in the tub. He sat himself against the tub end. I sat in front of him. With gentleness, he bathed me. We washed off the perspiration of our recent encounter. I moved closer to him. Rubbing my back against the front of his body. I could feel his hardness still there. Not subsiding. He was kissing the back of my neck. He slowly placed his tongue in my left ear and then my wetness came again. Defeating the water. I wanted him inside me again as though I was renewed. I turned around and faced him. I held his man tool and straddled him. Slowly, I lowered myself to his awesome tool. There was still pain but the hole wanted him. I wanted him. And he was inside me again. This time, I was fucking him, I was fucking Nobu.

I was sitting on his tool. His hands were groping my breasts. Pinching both my nipples. The sensation was tremendous. His tongue licked the length of my neck, my ears, left to right, right to left. Licking my lips, Licked him back. He kissed my nipples with such tenderness. I felt myself building up inside, like a dam about to burst. I increased my motions rapidly. Grinding faster on his man tool. Nobu was measuring me. Matching my motion with every motion. We were kissing like hungry animals. Moving on sheer instinct. Lust for lust. I was reaching the ends of the heavens. I exploded with such ferocity, he shouted my name. We came together again. Aaaaahhhhh! My Gooooood! I’m commmming…

Amazingly, with his awesome strength, he raised both of us up while he was still inside; I clamped my legs together, attached to his body, not knowing what he was about to do. He put me against the wall. We were both wet. There was no drying up. No, there was no moment to waste. His dick was like piston inside my hungry hole. He was banging me to the wall. I let him enter me with such energy. I could no longer control myself. I abandoned all reason. I was an animal needed to satiate. I wanted satisfaction and Nobu was giving it to me. I was giving it to him. Every fiber Lara Escort Bayan of my body was coming again, again, and again.

We rested. He rested me on top a love seat. I was hugging him as he did me. I loved him. We kissed and my other hand searched every muscle of his body. My other free hand searched for his awesome tool, which has grown limp. But even in it’s resting state, it was still enormous. I could feel all of his power just waiting to be awakened. And I wanted to.

Much to Nobu’s surprise, I got from the stool and knelt in front of him. I took his tool in my hands and examined it. It was a monster of lust, a tool that could kill any woman in a single thrust. And it was mine… Slowly, I licked its bulbous head. It stirred to life. Flexing all its veins and muscles, Nobu’s dick was back to its prowess. I could not grasp its entirety with one hand. Its length was longer than I’ve ever seen. I began to pump my mouth into it. Nobu was hissing, sighing with delight. I was giving him pleasure that no one else could. I began making love to his tool with my mouth. He held my head as though he wanted to put his tool all inside my mouth but I simply can’t. I was gagging. It reached up to the back of my throat I held his firm balls with my other hand. Went under his legs to taste it, lovingly lick it, put one ball inside my mouth after another. Ummmmph, Ummmmmph, Sluurrrrp, I was in trance. I was blowing him with all the lust I never knew I had. Then, Nobu began to convulse, he was coming. I put out my tongue. I wanted to taste this delicacy of the flesh. Aaahhhhhh! He shouted. I now know then that I love no else but this man, Nobu.

Rest was fleeting. We did not want to waste the moments. He again lifted me and brought me to the bed in another room. We were still very wet but did not bother to towel up. His strength did not ebb. His man tool remained as rigid and hard. I was lying on my back when he asked me to turn over. Now, with my stomach touching the bed, I felt his hands on my waist urging me to move to the edge of the bed. I did. I moved back to very edge of the bed where he was standing. He was going to fuck me from behind. I was going to be his bitch… and it was all I really wanted.

As soon as I positioned myself, I instantly felt his big tool enter me from behind. His thickness felt liked I was being fucked in both the holes of my vagina and ass at the same time. The sounds of our flesh as they touched drowned the surrounding. I could not even hear myself gasp and sigh with never ending delight. I urged him on to fuck me. “Yessss, Nobu fuck me, Give it to me. Commmme on Nobu, fuck me.” And he did.

Both of us collapsed into the bed. Holding each other. He was very tender. He was whispering promises. I didn’t listen. I didn’t care. I was living for the moment. That night, all I knew was I wanted him. And he was mine.

It was awhile when we started again. We made love. The desire for each other never left us. I was feeling him inside of me again. All night long we fucked with wild abandon. Every square inch of the room was touched with our lust. Every angle of our bodies was explored with utmost intimacy and lust. Every sensation was being filled to the brim. I never felt this way before. Time went past as fast as when did good things happen and you didn’t want it to end.

He brought me back to my place. We kissed like lovers who didn’t want to part. I was drained and I just wanted to reach my bed. And when I did, I went into deep slumber but I could still feel some stirring in my loins. Nobu’s seeds mingling with my juices. My pussy ached but I slept with a smile.

I woke up this morning at 3:00 a.m. I’m back in Manila. My son is sleeping in the other room. His dad is snoring, heavy in sleep, tired from all his legal work as a practicing lawyer. Japan is passed me. I have a new life. We are now a family. A baby is on the way in the next few months. I love this man beside me. The man who taught me everything… but sometimes, when I make love with my man, at the back of my head, I can still feel Nobu inside me, fucking me like no one else can.

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Angel , The Word Man… Ch. 02

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She woke up, the room dark, and the sweet-musk smell of sex all around her.

“Where am I?” she thought.

Feeling the warmth of a body next to her, she remembered the events of the last 24 hours.

Her best friend, her soul mate, her fiancee, and now her lover lay next to her.

Kevin had come home. She rolled over, and saw the beautiful man stretched out in the King sized bed.

“I can’t believe he is really here.” Janet thought to herself.

Unsure as to how to react to such a mind blowing situation, it had been the longest 6 months of her life. She laid there in the dark, taking it all in, the smell of the room the sweet, musk smell of sex, covers half on the bed and half off the bed, clothes thrown on the floor in a heaping pile. She looked past Kevin to the nightstand beside the bed. It was only 5:45 A.M.

Considering the two had made sweet passionate love for hours last night, she remembered that the last time she looked at the clock it was after 3 A.M.

“No wonder I am tired,” she thought.

She wanted to touch him, but afraid that he would be just an apparition, an image of a dream she had conjured up, she did not. Remembering that night after night after night, her dreams were filled with this man, dreams of him laying next to her, and waking up with her plagued her thoughts.

Feeling the wet warmth between her legs, she knew that the evidence of making love to this man at least three different times last night was proof that he was there, and that he was real, somewhat relieved her mind.

Stretching out an arm to touch him, but not wanting to wake him, she gently stroked the side of his face. Oh, how many times she had wanted to do that, remembering how hard it was to not put her fist through the monitor in an attempt to touch him. Oh, the tears she cried out of pure frustration. The sensations of touching him, really touching him, his face, his shoulders, his chest, brought tears to Janet’s eyes.

A sound, something like a moan of pleasure escaped Janet’s lips. Afraid she would wake Kevin, she pulled her hand back quickly.

“Don’t wake him you silly goose,” Janet thought.

Rolling over out of the bed, as quietly and gently as she could, so to not wake Kevin, Janet headed for her suitcases, deciding she would get a shower, and watch the sunrise over a cup of hot coffee, while Kevin slept.

Heading towards the bathroom, Janet stopped at the sink, she could smell Kevin’s cologne, with a smile on her face, and she reached out and touched the odd shaped bottle, and brought her fingers to her nose. The smell again brought back the lovely visions of last night.

Bodies entwined, one by one the inhibitions, the insecurities, the unrealistic dreams faded, and became reality. The dance of lovers, becoming one, set the relationship in stone. The love was consummated.

Smiling at the thought, Janet reached up and grabbed a white towel off of the rack, and walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she turned the knobs of the shower to adjust the temperature of the water, and turned it on. Undressing quickly, Janet then stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. The hot water pouring down her back, her breasts, tilting her head back she allowed the water to caress her entire body, down her rib cage, over her breasts, teasing her nipples, down the plane of her belly, touching her inner thighs.

Janet leaned back allowing more and more of the water to flow over her entire body, the feeling of the hot warmth of the water enveloping her, relaxing her; she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation.

She heard the door open, and the shower curtain was pulled back, and Kevin stepped in. Not saying a word Kevin grabbed the soap, standing in front of her, he began washing her. Starting at Muratpaşa Escort her neck, with possessive hands, he soaped her neck, her collar bone, working in a downwards motion, he ran his soapy hands over the swells of her breasts, teasing her nipples until they peaked, down her rib cage, as if to feel every curve. He worked from her rib cage to her belly, to her sides, to her hips, working slowly towards her outer thighs. Janet reached out to touch him; he pulled back and just shook his head, not saying a word. Kevin reached her inner thighs; working upwards he began washing her pussy, soaping up her clit. Throwing her head back with her eyes closed Janet felt him penetrate her. Her eyes flew open; she looked around stunned, the only thing she could see was the steam from the shower, and her now very soapy body. She had slipped into her realm of fantasy.

“Damn, that was so realistic, almost like last night.” Janet thought. It occurred to her then that perhaps last night was just as much of a fantasy? The thought shook her to the core. Quickly finishing her shower, she dressed. The steam that filled the small bathroom became almost overwhelming, she could not breathe. Leaving the bathroom, she felt somewhat incoherent, Janet walked into the room, afraid to look at the bed, yet even though her biggest fear was that Kevin was a figment of her imagination, he was really there still sleeping. Relieved, she turned to the mirror and began putting on her make up.

While putting on her make up, Janet was lost in thought. When she completed her morning routine, of hair, make-up, and all around beauty regiments, Janet heard a rustle by the bed, turning around to see what the noise was Kevin sat up, his arms crossed, and a look of something that resembled fear on his face.

“Where are you going?” Kevin asked.

“I was going to get a cup of coffee, and watch the sun-rise” Janet said as she walked towards the bed.

“Ahhhh,” Kevin responded.

“Are you ok?” Janet asked, the look she had seen on his face worried her.

“Yes, I was just worried.” Kevin said.

“About what?” Janet asked.

“I woke up when you crawled out of bed angel, considering the time, and what time we went to bed, I guess I just got scared.” Kevin told her.

Janet wanting more than anything to erase the fear that she had seen in his eyes, she crawled on the bed, straddled his legs, and kissed him. It was a tender kiss, one of pure love, and acceptance. She wanted to make sure he knew that there would never again be a time that he would have to worry about her leaving him. For her the commitment to him, to their lives, was set in stone. Neither she nor Kevin would ever be lonely again.

Kevin grabbed her head pulling her closer to him, wanting to consume her, to never let go. The kiss became much more possessive, sending shivers of excitement and anticipation through Janet. Tongues darted, and battled, seeking the other in an animalistic like dance. Letting go of her head with one hand and wrapping his fingers of the other hand in her hair, Kevin held on tight.

Janet could feel his body’s reaction to her, underneath of her, she could feel his cock harden through the blankets and the shorts she was wearing. A moan escaped her lips and was lost in his mouth. He thrusted his hips against her so that she could feel his desire for her. Reaching down with his free hand, Kevin untied Janet’s white tank top, pushing it down around her waist. Kevin let go of Janet’s hair, and grabbed Janet by the ribs to bring her up higher on his chest. He brought her up towards his mouth so that he could wrap his lips around one of her pink nipples.

Janet’s back arched when Kevin’s lips touched her sensitive nipples. The feeling of an electrical current ran from the roots of her hair, past her Muratpaşa Escort Bayan shoulders to the nipple he was now sucking on. It continued to travel down her arms, her chest, and her stomach, to her pelvic bone. Her clit started throbbing, her hair on her arms stood up, almost like goose bumps. She moaned unwillingly. Kevin released her rib cage, while still sucking on her nipple, and ran his hands down her back, down her spine, around her waist to the front of her shorts. Unbuckling them, he pushed them down. He sat up and rolled Janet over onto her back.

Kevin got up and kneeled next to Janet, in a hurry to undress her, to consume her, to touch all of her, Kevin pushed her tank top down over her hips, taking off her shirt, her shorts, and her black silk panties all in one quick motion. Kevin kneeled there looking at Janet, she was naked, her breasts heaving, and her nipples excited, and hard. His bold inspection of her continued, her fair skin almost flawless showed the signs of her excitement. He continued his gaze of appreciation past her rib cage to her flat belly, to her slim waist and her rounded hips, her shapely thighs, and her long legs. Back up his gaze traveled to her pussy, well shaven, her lips small, just enough to cover her clit, he reached down and spread her legs, looking, inspecting, desiring, lusting. Her small clit was bright pink, leading down to a very small, and what Kevin already knew, to be a very tight pussy. Excited beyond means, Kevin reached down and began to rub her clit.

Not sure if the inspection of her body made her uncomfortable or if it turned her on, Janet arched her hips when Kevin touched her. His gaze never left her face. Locking eyes with him, Janet saw a small smile grow on his lips as he touched her, knowing his touch provoked earth shattering sensations that racked her body and her soul. He continued to watch as his pace quickened, and her reactions became more and more animalistic. Her face was showing the signs of her pleasure. Her eyes grew large when he penetrated her tight pussy with his fingers. She gasped, and moaned, rocking her hips faster to meet his pace. He felt her muscles contract, knowing she was about to cum, he slowed down his pace, and thrusted his fingers in and out of her, harder and harder.

“Oh goddddddddddd” Janet moaned through clenched teeth, the animalistic groan slipped past her lips was almost a scream. Her hips thrusted, her knees locked, and her body began to shake. Her pussy muscles spasmed around his fingers. Kevin’s face lit up with a smile of satisfaction.

“Come here angel,” Kevin said, as he sat there on his knees.

Janet got up and kneeled beside him, meeting him in the middle of the bed, his hard cock poking her in the belly, they began to kiss. Janet reached down between them, and began stroking his cock, slowly. He moaned into her mouth, the feel of him moaning into her mouth enticed Janet, she stroked faster. It was Janet’s turn to inspect, to explore, and to entice. She began stroking slowly; reaching down with her other hand she massaged and stroked him slowly and gently. She began to quicken her pace, and stroke faster, his eyes popped open, and the look of pure desire took over the place where the satisfied, knowing smile had been.

Moving his head down, tracing paths of kisses along her temple, her cheekbone, her throat, he went back up and began kissing her ear.

“Turn around Angel” Kevin half moaned, half seductively whispered in her ear.

Doing as he bid, she turned around, on her knees with her back facing him. He grabbed her around the waist, and pushed her back down so that her torso was rested on her arms.

He reached up between her legs, running his fingers up her inner thighs to her tight little pussy; he rubbed her clit, watching as her Escort Muratpaşa hips rocked, and thrusted, knowing she wanted more. He moved his fingers towards her pussy, not entering, but teasing instead, tracing circles around the entrance, while rubbing the cheeks of her ass. She rocked, she thrusted, trying her damnedest to get him to enter her.

Janet, on her knees, with her head on a pillow, and her arms wrapped around the pillow was moaning, almost crying. The desire built in the pit of her stomach; she felt his fingers touching her, teasing her. She wanted him in her.

Kevin removed his hands and rubbed his hard cock against her clit, Janet moaned loudly as she felt his hard cock against her wet pussy. With one quick thrust Kevin entered her. Janet’s back arched her hips thrusted, her muscles contracted, her hands grasped the pillow. Sinking her nails into the pillowcase, she screamed out in pleasure with the sensation of him entering her.

Kevin stilled knowing it would take a few seconds at least for her tight, wet pussy to adjust to his size. He could feel the muscles relax just a bit, and Janet started moving her hips, telling him she was ready.

Kevin slowly began moving in and out of her, looking down the slope of her back, her dark curly hair pushed to the side sprawled out against the white pillow case, he could see her face, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. He thrust in and out of her; he could see the moans of pleasure escaping her lips. As he began to build his pace, he felt Janet reach up between her legs.

Janet began rubbing her clit, faster and faster to meet the tempo of Kevin’s thrusts. On the verge of an orgasm, Janet reached up and began to massage Kevin’s balls as he thrust harder and harder, she heard him moan as she touched him, fingers to his balls, sent shivers of excitement through Janet. Her own pleasure peaking, she rubbed gently as she felt his balls begin to retract inward. She knew he was going to cum as well.

She let out a groan as she felt her muscles spasm and tighten around his hard cock. His balls retracted upwards, and an animalistic groan escaped his lips, as he thrusted into her hard, she could feel him cumming, his cock throbbing as he spewed his hot cum inside her. Her hips locked, her leg muscles tightened, and her body began to tremble.

They came together and in the pure ecstasy of the moment, it left them shaking, him throbbing inside her, while her muscles contracted and spasmed around him. He held on tight to her hips as he was implanted deep inside her.

When the moment passed, he started to slowly withdraw from her, her hips started shaking, and her muscles again began to spasm, she was going to cum again. He slammed deep inside of her, as he felt her tighten around her, he felt her muscles spasm, contract, and message his cock. She screamed out with pleasure, as again he pulled back and slammed home.

She fell forward, and he went with her. She laid there, every muscle in her body shaking, trembling. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her back, gently running his hands up and down her sides, her ass, and her legs.

“I Love you Angel” Kevin said.

“I Love you too Word Man” Janet responded, in a satisfied, almost whisper like voice.

A few minutes of quiet passed when Kevin rolled over to his side, and lit a cigarette. Looking out the window the sun had began to rise. Janet rolled over with Kevin, and looked towards the window.

“Good Morning Word man,” she whispered

“What a way to watch the sunrise huh?” She added.

Snuggling against his side, she hiked up her leg over his, and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, remembering all the mornings they were on the phone, a thousand miles apart, watching the sunrise. It was always different on the phone. Kevin being in a different time zone, the sun always rose an hour earlier for Janet than it did for Kevin. Finally, after all the months of watching their separate sunrises, they laid there lost in their own thoughts and in silence, as they watched their first sunrise, together at the same time.

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A Wet Weekend Ch. 01

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I stride purposefully as the weight of my wetted clothes drags with each step. The thinness of the material now sodden with rain grows ever heavy as it shows what little is underneath. Of course I expected the sun to keep shining as it had done earlier. Little did I expect the merest shower let alone a full deluge. I had dressed purposely lightly in a thin cotton dress so that the July weather would not stifle me.

I deliberately and stupidly wore no bra so that the humidity normally experienced at this time of year in a hot city would not be unbearably uncomfortable beneath damp elasticated straps. The same applied to my panties that I thought would be equally irritating. Quite wrongly, because of the knee length of my dress, I doubted their absence would be noticed.

There is no point in sheltering from the rain. No point in stopping so that I might draw more eyes to me than I was already doing. As it is I cover my wobbling breasts with my right arm and shield my now highly visible mound with the other hand. Normally I would walk up a city street and attract few eyes if any but today there are many eyes darting about my body. I am soaked from the head to my upper legs. I can feel my cold wet bottom and the ‘V’ of soaked wet cloth against my mound. The skirt of my dress is slowly getting wetter and is clinging to my thighs.

As I stop to cross another road I see my reflection in a shop window. My dress looks pink and not cream with small blue geometric patterns as it had done when I put it on. Of course the pink was me, naked underneath. I looked naked I could feel that my back and buttocks were also wet and naked. I began to wish it is a dream and that I would soon wake up. But it isn’t a dream and I can’t end this nightmare. The people are beginning to crowd around me. Umbrellas drip huge cold droplets of water on me and although there are murmurs I cannot make out what is being said. My hair once perfectly groomed is now sticking to my shoulders covering my ears making a further barrier to disparaging remarks. Either that or I am unconsciously blanking out the sounds of others.

At last the ‘walk’ notice lights up but not before I feel a hand on my bottom. I knew it isn’t accidental because it is a cupping handful and a finger slipps up the crack of my bottom pushing the wet cloth between my cheeks and missing my womanhood by a fraction of an inch. I had no time to see who it might be only time to pull the cloth back out again as I walked. While doing this a grinning oaf pushes past me and crosses in front of me making me stop. His hand thrusts between my legs as other pedestrians push past oblivious of his actions. I feel his fingers grip my pussy hard as if he has the right to do so because he could see it. His grin turns to a more sinister one as he motions with his tongue his true intention. “Fuck off” I shout which attracts the attention of those about me. However seeing I am practically naked they quickly resolve that I am also mentally unstable. I receive that look, not of pity, not of empathy with my obvious dilemma, but fear that I am contagious. No fear of that as everybody in that street has an umbrella and a sensible mackintosh.

I continue to walk and the rain bounces up from the sidewalk stinging my legs as is does so. Another street to cross and eight more blocks before I get back to my hotel. I take the time to pull the wet dress off me which allows me some privacy beneath its folds. However it is short lived as the rain pelts down on me, assisted by a gusting wind. A taxi goes past close to the curb and a large puddle of rainwater is blasted upwards and soaks the remaining dry areas of my dress.

My full frontal nudity is obvious in the reflection as I walk towards the window. I imagine I see someone inside the shop looking at me. Staring at my naked body and leering at me like a seedy peep show. As I move past the shop door the same figure comes towards it and is waving me inside. I paused for a second and then I move forward two steps, stop turn and go inside. I guess I could see that he has a towel in his hand and I realise that it is one of those shops that sells pillows, cushions and towels among other household things. I wonder why it is only when you get out of the rain that you suddenly feel the wet. He hands me the towel and the first thing I do is dry my dripping face and hair. As I do so, I realise form my reflection in a mirror that my helpmate is getting a really good look at my wetted boobs through my see-through dress. I casually lower the towel to my chest and pat it slowly while the length of the towel covers my other indiscretion below.

“I suppose you are wondering why I am out in the rain with nothing but a dress on?”

“No.”

“Why I don’t appear to have any money, or a means of carrying money?”

“No.”

“Oh – okay.” Either I am missing a trick here or he’s a simpleton. Anyway the towel is a much welcomed assistance to my recovery.

“Here, you can put this on and take off your wet clothes.” He passes me a thick towelling bath robe.

“Thank Güllük Escort you.” I say and for the first time I let my eyes meet his, but briefly because I feel so embarrassed.

“You can change in the staff rest room. I’ll show you where it is.” He leads me past a multiplicity of household items, doorknobs to drapes and everything in between. It becomes clear to me that the shop is a kind of hi-tech hardware and general store. As I follow I search for anything that can be considered a change of clothes, but the nearest I could find to this is a kitchen apron. Although this would cover my front it would definitely leave my bare ass totally exposed and so I disown that thought.

He opens the door and turns on the light as I enter.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He says and as he leaves he carefully closes the door. Alone in a strange room I look around me and note that it has a coffee table with magazines tidily stacked in the centre; which immediately indicates that a woman must work there too. It has four matching chairs, a coffee bar, a sink and a cupboard door next to it. Near the sink I see four mugs on a wooden tree. I take a deep breath and drag my clinging dress over my head and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor with a sodden slap. Totally naked I feel more vulnerable somehow and the thought races through my mind the interrogation I might receive from the police as to how I managed to put myself in this situation. My eyes dart towards the door to ensure that it is secure then I notice above it a security camera no doubt to monitor workers on a break. Resigning myself to the fact that it was too late to prevent such an obvious ‘You Tube’ catastrophe I look straight at it and wink.

“Are you okay in there?”

I wonder how long he has been outside the door. Did he consider coming in and taking by surprise? If he did how could I explain my lack of clothing? Why wasn’t I wearing underwear? I quickly put on the robe and tie the cord. I pick up my wet dress, open the door and step out. “Well I can’t put this on again, It’s ruined.” I say.

“Well maybe it needs drying, that’s all.” He says. My thought at this time is that he is obviously an expert in women’s cotton dresses. My sarcastic inner voice knows no bounds. No, I know the dress has gone completely out of shape as the weight of water has stretched the material beyond return. I imagine that after drying the hem at the front will be longer than the back and the once pretty neckline will gape so hideously that not even a tee shirt will save it. “I’ll get rid of it, don’t worry.”

I stand there looking down at my feet. “Now what?” I ask, not knowing quite where to go from here.

“Well you can’t go outside in the robe.” He pauses for a second. “I know, wait here a moment I will be right back.” He enters the staff rest room and I hear the sound of a door open and close. He returns with a black mackintosh. “You can borrow this; it belongs to Jane – my work colleague.” He continues, as he hands it to me and anticipates my next question. “She won’t miss it as she’s on vacation in Florida.”

I go back into the staff room and put it on. It’s a little tight but I feel it will be fine to get back to the hotel in. I re-emerge and he is standing looking at me with a smile.

“There you go.” He says, as if completing a perfect sale.

“I don’t know quite how to thank you.” I state and my sincerity is real.

“You can thank me by having dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“I can’t, I fly back to Heathrow tomorrow.” I say, slightly disappointed that I had to. “Hey, what about tonight?” I blurt out, “my treat.”

“Sure – what time?”

“Look I have to be honest with you, I am having dinner with our co-pilot and the purser and I can’t get out of it, so you are welcome to join us.”

“You’re a…”

“Flight attendant for BA. We’re meeting in the hotel bar at 8.30 for a few drinks.” I look at my wrist for the time but I remember leaving my watch in the hotel room. “Do you know the time?” I ask.

“Four twenty five” he responds as he rotates his wrist a gazes at his blue dial Rolex.

I wonder what a guy who wears a $4000 dollar watch is doing working in a store.

“I am at The Crown Plaza Hotel just off 5th at 33rd Street going west.”

“I know it,” he states “you will need some money for transport although I doubt if you will get a cab in this rain.” He hands me a ten dollar bill which I carefully secret in my pocket. I am beginning to think that I like this guy. But, tonight I am going to have Mark the co-pilot so I win my bet with our captain. He will be a nice distraction for Annabel who also had designs on Mark and whom I know has a bet with one of the stewards. Apart from the boredom of the flights and waiting on some pretty snooty first class passengers the flight crews are usually highly sexually charged, sleep around quite a bit, despite being married and when relaxing really know how to party.

I am about to leave when I realise I do not know his name. “I don’t Güllük Escort Bayan even know your name, and you have been so cool.”

“Will – Will Hunting.”

“You’re kidding – like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting.”

” Yeah – but I am no mathematical genius.”

“Oh so what are you then?”

“I am a doctor – trust me.”

“Where have I heard that before?”

“It’s true, but not the medical kind.”

“Oh?”

“Microbiology.”

“A small form of research then.”

“I work with yeast as a eukaryotic cell, mitochondrial DNA.”

“You lost me at eukary – what’s – it…”

“Eukaryote” he completes the word I am struggling with. “It’s a kind of wind tunnel for the human cell.”

“Hmm,” I feel am becoming interested in what he has to say. Now that I have got to know him a little better I am beginning to like his face and his mannerisms. He isn’t that much taller than me and he needs to put on a little weight but I feel I am being attracted to his calming influence. I get a nice warm feeling that envelopes my body and puts my thoughts on a plain of almost non-thought. This blank calmness is how I envisage meditation to be. I am aware of my body as I get a numbing tingle down to my feet. It’s like drifting off to sleep but I am also aware of being conscious at the same time. I realise that I hadn’t felt that way since I was a child when male friends of my father took an interest in my drawings. I could feel my eyelids half close as he continues to explain the life cycle of the cell he is researching. Perhaps it’s his voice? I find it mesmeric as he continues to talk.

…I am doing my post doc at Princeton.”

“Princeton – that’s a long way to go isn’t it?” I state rather obviously.

“No, not really – I fly down during semester.”

“Fly to Princeton – how can you do that? I had no idea there was an airport near there.”

“They have an airfield; Princeton has its own flying club.”

“You fly?”

“Yeah, I have held a private pilot’s licence since I was eighteen. I got a little Cessna 414A twin turbo.”

“So what are you doing working in a shop?”

“It belongs to my sister…you are wearing her coat. I’m only looking after it while she is away.”

Suddenly all becomes clear. The watch, the Ivy League education, the Cessna airplane. He’s loaded and at this I feel my face redden, embarrassed at such a mercenary thought.

“I’m Danielle.” I extend a hand to a man that has already seen the best part of me through my rain soaked clothing. We shake and I repeat “Eight thirty…”

He interrupts “Crown Plaza on 33rd and fifth. I’ll be there.”

I leave him and I can’t prevent my head from turning and looking at him again as I walk away. I pass a newsstand and then return to buy some gum and change the ten dollar bill. One thing I have learned about New York is to have the right change for the subway. I descend the steps and head towards the small ticket kiosk. The reception is terse as always, no eye contact and despite quickly putting the correct change on the counter the black girl still has to say “cumawn I ain’t got awll day lady.” And in a blink has discharged a ticket that I fumble with and immediately drop to the grimy wet floor. I bend to pick it up and I am suddenly reminded that I may have flashed to the passing crowd, the coat being so short and tight. But there is no fear of that here in the bowels of the city. To get out into the light is their one desire. There is no eye contact anywhere so my indiscretion goes completely unnoticed.

I head for the sign that says ‘north’. It isn’t long before the train arrives. I stand directly in front of the door as it slows to a halt. With a begrudging swish it opens before me and I wait for passengers to alight. As the last person steps onto the platform I move forward but already a serge of people from both sides push past me and enter taking up the few vacant seats and leaving me to stand. The car moves and I have to hold onto one of the vertical handrails to prevent myself from falling. At the next stop a few get off and more get on which means I have to move further into the carriage. Almost immediately the train lurches and I quickly reach up to catch another hand hold. This is my undoing. The coat is so tight, the sleeves so short and the hem mid thigh when standing normally; now that I have raised my arm, stretching to reach the rail, the hem has lifted about eight inches and the front has opened. A man in his late sixties is sitting within inches of my exposed groin. On seeing this unexpected treat he gives out a ‘woof’ and immediately attracts the attentions of adjacent travellers. The woman to his right looks at me and turns away without expression. The man on his other side is also expressionless as his eyes move from my mound slowly up to my face. His eyes look at mine for a brief moment before returning to my nudity. His eyes are now glued to my crotch as I shift uneasily in a pathetic effort to ensure my labia are out of sight. My free hand Escort Güllük attempts to close the gap without success. After another stop I am able to move to a seat some distance away from the three who have witnessed my embarrassment. I sit down and realise that by doing so causes not only the gape of the hem but also gaping between each button confirming that I had not a stitch on beneath this ridiculously small mackintosh. I resort to standing again but this time near a vertical handhold.

My stop arrives and I leave the train and quickly walk to the nearest steps leading to the light. As I come out of the subway the downpour seems greater than before. Before long and as I head towards my hotel, cold runs of water start to tickle their way down my torso. I enter the hotel doors and take one of the elevators to the reception floor. I stand dripping and looking at my state in the mirror. A cold bead of water trickles down between my breasts across my abdomen: tracing a straight line towards my carefully waxed mound. It crosses with the aid of gravity unhindered to end up on the tip of my clitoris where it lingers momentarily before dripping to the floor. Its unique travel goes unnoticed by all the other drips falling from the hem of my coat. Other small streams of water channelled by the uplifted collar find their way downwards tickling as they do so and running down my legs in an effort to rejoin in a single puddle beneath me.

The elevator doors eventually open. I walk the fifty steps towards the reception area. I retrieve my key and head to my room. As I pass the bar I see that it is already busy with uniforms from various airways using this hotel for their crews. At my room at last I enter and let the door close behind me. I discard the coat and walk directly to the bathroom. After a warming shower I emerge revitalised wearing the hotel robe and with a towel around my head in a neat turban. I am glad that I brought another dress with me. This one I saw at the airport and although expensive I couldn’t resist it. The top was plain and accentuated my boobs nicely. The skirt fitted my hips perfectly and because of the lightness of the material it followed the curves of my bottom and just dipped inwards in the important places. The only problem was that it would be spoiled by the VPL. So a quick decision is made and despite the trauma of today I decide to go commando again.

Two hours later my hair is washed, dried and looking better than normal and I have to put this down to the rain as the hotel shampoo is mediocre at best. I look at myself in the full length mirror and I have to smile because this little black number is truly stunning. I put on a pair of black patent leather high heels. I guess that Will and I will be about the same height now and leave the thought it at that. I put on my watch and note the time…8.35. I put in single pearl earings and a pearl necklace to finish off the effect.

I grab my black pocketbook and door key and head for the bar. I can’t help but catch a glimpse of my reflection in every mirror I pass. I feel good and I look good and I just cannot stop smiling.

I am fashionably late, Mark and Annabel are talking next to the bar. I immediately eye her up and down to see if she compares. A quick checklist is ticked off as I run from the floor upwards: cheap shoes, thick ankles, white tights ‘yuck,’ dark blue dress, a bit heavy in the hips, boobs around her waist, hair up and pulling on her cheeks. No, I have absolutely no competition there. As I move up to them I kiss Annabel on the cheek and place a cool hand on her back. Then I kiss Mark who is wearing his usual suede jacket that has become shiny at the elbows and around the collar. I feel Annabel’s eyes as she runs them up and down me.

“I had no idea we were going anywhere posh tonight.” She states, obviously to make me feel uncomfortable for making an effort.

“You’re right Annabel, looking at you two, I feel positively overdressed – perhaps I should run up and put on a pair of jeans and ‘T’ shirt?” I notice out of the corner of my eye that Will has been sitting some distance from the bar and is now heading towards us. “I’ll just nip up and change, I won’t be a minute.”

“Hi Danielle.” His familiar voice rang out.

“Oh dear too late.” I shrug my shoulders and give a kind of wry grin to Annabel. I then introduce Will to my colleagues. “This is Will, my only friend in the whole of Manhattan. Will, this is Annabel my closest girlfriend and colleague and this is Mark our co-pilot.”

After the usual small talk covering hopping the pond and what do you do and all the getting to know you type of bull, where nobody is really listening, I ask, “So, do we know where the others are going?”

“Villa Mosconi in the Village.” Mark says. “We are going just around the corner to a really good steak house, I booked a table at nine – we’re going be late, let’s move guys, are you coming Will?”

“If you’ll have me?”

“Oh goody, I’m starving.” I am really pleased that Will is wearing a very nice lightweight suit. He hasn’t gone overboard by wearing a tie and the striped blue and yellow lining inside his white shirt contrasts nicely against the dark grey of the jacket. His presence has semi-formalised the occasion and presented me with an excuse to stay exactly as I am.

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An Unbelievable Night

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This story is fiction and any resemblance to true events or people is purely coincidence. All people in the story are over 18. If you are just looking for the sex in the story, scroll down to chapter three.

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Chapter 1

My wife took my two sons to Florida to stay with her sister for two weeks. We agreed I shouldn’t take time off of work to go with them because her sister and I cannot be in the same room without arguing. I stopped at a taco fast food restaurant on the way home from work Monday night. I ordered 10 soft tacos and a large cola thinking to myself that I was laying the groundwork for an eventual heart attack.

I sat at a small table by myself and that’s when I saw her. She was young, her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was slim but her baggy purple t-shirt and grey sweatpants hid her figure. She was wearing black flip-flops, toe nails painted red.

I have no idea why I was instantly infatuated with her. Generally I like a full figured woman, large breasts and a round ass. I find my wife just as sexy today as I did when we started dating fifteen years ago. Bear in mind, I was not thinking of sex when I was looking at this young girl. Just explaining it’s strange that I couldn’t help but look at her.

I tried to look down at my tacos while I ate but I ended up staring at her. She looked over and I smiled, mouth closed as I was chewing taco. She smiled back then started talking to her friend again. I figured the girl was polite and the smile didn’t mean anything.

I was scarfing down taco number 7 when her friend came over and sat down at my table, uninvited. She smirked at me and remarked, “You’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

I gave her a confused look then my eyes went wide as I swallowed a mouth full of taco I didn’t quite chew enough. “Excuse me”, I asked.

She replied, “You taking that tray full o tacos and just about swallowing them whole. I figured

you haven’t eaten for a day and a half. Long time to wait for tacos”

I looked at her, slim like her friend, olive skin, electric green eyes, black hair down to her shoulders. She wore a black t-shirt with the logo of some band I’ve never heard of. When she

walked over I noticed she was wearing leggings with a green and black zigzag pattern.

“I’m just a big eater”, I explained.

She did not have the same effect on me that her friend did and she knew it.

She asked, “How hard is it to not shift in your chair so you can look past me at the blonde behind me?”

I stammered, “Sorry if I made your friend uncomfortable, I’ll take the rest of my tacos home.

I started getting up and she said, “sit” and I sat.

She continued, “Don’t you think it’s rude to get up in the middle of a conversation? I’m Julie, what’s your name?”

“Tom” I blurted out, thinking to myself there must be Konyaaltı Escort something rude about sitting down with someone you don’t know and saying whatever comes to mind.

Julie – “So my friend Chrissy is cute, isn’t she?”

Me – “Yeah, of course she is”

Julie – “So, how would you like to get to know her better”

Me – “Aren’t I a little old for you and your friend to chatting up”

Julie, glancing at my wedding ring, states, “Your about to cheat on your wife and you’re worried about whether or not it is statutory rape?”

Me – “Hey!” As I yelled the four other customers and the guy behind the counter looked at us.

Julie – “Calm down, she’s 18, she’ll show you ID if you want”

Me – “What are you, her pimp or something?”

Julie – “I say she’s 18 and all of sudden you’re ready to pay for it? No she not a hooker, she’s a nice girl. She didn’t want to come over here, have you turn her down. How great is she gonna feel about herself when she can’t even get the middle aged over weight guy to give her the time of day?”

Me – “I’m married”

Julie – “I didn’t ask you to bend her over the order counter and fuck her silly. Just talk to her, be nice to her, and you two decide where it goes after that.”

Me – “Why me?”

Julie – “You’re the one staring at her like a man in the desert would stare at tall glass of ice water if he couldn’t grab it.”

Me – “I admit I did that but why me?”

Julie – “You want me to be blunt, even if someone is old and fat, if they look at you with that much desire, it’s sexy. Probably not enough for most people but it is for her I guess”

Me – “You’re her friend, what if I’m a serial killer or something?”

Julie – “If you were dragging bodies around the woods, you’d be in better shape. I’m going to tell her to come on over. If you hurt her, I’ll tear your balls off and shove them down your throat.”

Julie sauntered back to her table without waiting for me to respond.

Chapter 2

Chrissy walked over, smiling at me. I smiled back. She asked sheepishly, “Can I sit down?”

“Of course, please.” I replied

Chrissy – “So Julie tells me your name is Tom, I’m Chrissy”

Me – “It’s a pleasure to meet you”

Chrissy – “So you were staring”

Me – “You’re beautiful”

Julie came over and asked Chrissy if she was ready to go. Chrissy asked me and if I could drive her home and told me her address. It was about three miles from the restaurant so I said sure. Julie smirked and said, “Later kids”, and walked out the door.

Chrissy, “So what do you want to do?”

I stammered, “Um I’m married”

Chrissy blushed, “I know, I have a boyfriend”

Me – “So what do you want to do?”

Chrissy – “My boyfriend and I have been together for a year and half, we’ve never done it. He wants to but it’s too Escort Konyaaltı much stress, what if I screw up.”

Me – “Whatever happens, guys just like sex. Just don’t let him do anything you’re not ready for”

Chrissy – “I might spend the rest of my life with him, I just want to do this with someone that won’t be there for the rest of my life”

Me – “I feel like I’m on one of those to catch a predator TV shows.”

Chrissy reached in her purse and put something in front of me. It was her license, she turned 18 a month ago. I handed it back her hand lingered on mine for a minute before taking it. She whispered, “Let’s just have tonight, for us”

I threw away the rest of my drink and the three uneaten tacos and we got in my car. I asked her,

“So, you want to get something to eat.”

She giggled, “We just ate”

I replied, “Want to go to a movie?”

She leaned over the gearshift, her lips almost touching mine, and almost moaned, “You know what I want.”

I quickly turned away from her and buckled my seat belt, the parking lot was too public to go any further. I drove to the drug store and told Chrissy I had to grab something and asked her to get in the driver’s seat. Leaving the store, I got in the passenger seat with a box of condoms. I gave her directions to secluded place.

I told her to park the car and shut it off.

Chapter 3

We leaned over the gearshift and started kissing. Our tongues were swirling and I reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. We went back to kissing as I reached behind her and unfastened her bra

She pulled the white lace away from her pale skin as we kept kissing, I worked my way down her neck to her small breasts and sucked her nipples, flicking them with my tongue and fingers. Her breathing deepened and I murmured, “take em off” as I continued to work on her breasts. She shimmied out of sweat pants and black satin panties.

I worked my way down between her legs.

At this point I’m on all fours my head upside down between her her legs. I felt her hands working through my hair. I was starting to

get lightheaded with my head upside down but I could hear her practically panting so it would be cruel to stop.

I licked and lapped and the panting turned to moaning. It felt like forever but the moaning was like orchestra music, getting louder and louder. She emitted a grunt and locked my head between her thighs. I stopped eating her out and she completely relaxed. Her thighs parted and she laid back in the driver’s seat, out of breath.

I sat up and looked at her. She was even more beautiful, contented smile, moon light playing over her athletic frame.

I asked, “So was that what you wanted?”

She purred, “You know what I want, as she leaned over my lap and unbuttoned my slacks. She unzipped my Konyaaltı Escort Bayan fly and pulled my pants down enough to free my erection. I opened a condom and handed it to her and said, “Just put it on the tip and roll it down.” She put the condom on me then straddled me.

She smiled from ear to ear, and kissed me passionately. We kept kissing as she lowered herself onto my manhood. She was so wet that it slid right in.

She rode me, slow at first but quickly picked up the pace. I heard the familiar moaning and she was starting to moan faster as I filled the condom and went soft. I started to apologize but she put one finger on my lips and shook her head. She carefully took the condom off me and handed it to me, not sure what to do with it. I carefully put it back in the foil package and dropped it in the ashtray.

I jumped because I didn’t expect her to start

lapping the cum off my cock. Her head turned to look at me, she asked with a sad little pout, “Did I do something wrong”

I replied, “No baby, it was so right. I just didn’t expect it.”

She went right back to work lap my cock then gently moving her mouth up and down on it.

I instructed, “Suck and let off, suck and let off”…”That’s right a little harder”…”That’s it, That’s it!” I summoned all my willpower and said “Okay, sto-aw-aw-p”

She looked at me confused and I told her, “Put another condom on that thing, I want finish what I started” She flashed her perfect teeth in a brilliant smile, sheathed my cock and practically bounded on to it. I kissed her nipples as she bounced on my cock, breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. She bounced and moaned

faster and faster and I heard that familiar grunt and she collapsed onto me. Satisfying her pushed me over the edge and I filled the condom again.

Chapter 4

We laid there for a while then she climbed off of me and got dressed. I pulled myself together. She said, you should probably drive now. I drove her home and asked, “I thought you were a virgin, you certainly seemed like you knew what you were doing”

Chrissy explained, “I’ve never done any of that before but I’ve watched movies and read stories. Julie and I have talked a lot. She probably wouldn’t care if I told you she knows her way around a man’s thing”

I laughed, “You just sucked my cock but you can’t say cock?” She smiled and shrugged. A minute later, she said,”cock” and we both laughed.

I stopped at the curb outside her building she grabbed my hand and said, “Thanks, that was just what I needed”. She got out of my car and jogged back to the building. I pulled away from the curb, sorry she was gone but knowing she was right. This could only happen once. I love my family and this night will just be a wet dream a little more real than the others.

Two hours later, I’m watching tv and my cell phone rings, caller ID says unavailable. I instantly recognize Julie’s voice, “Hey Romeo, great job. As I promised, we won’t mess with your family. Next time they go on vacation, I may turn up again when you’re eating dinner. The line went dead and my cock stirred as I pictured her smirking.

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A Woman of Letters Pt. 03

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My girlfriend Cindy and I had what will probably be our only threesome, at least with another guy. Afterward, I let it slip out that I’d love to see her with a pregnant belly as long as I knew it was mine. She made it clear that she’s not ready to have a kid. I let her think that I’m only turned on by the form. I was afraid if I told her how sublimely happy it would make me, I’d scare her even more.

I can’t enjoy Cindy’s two best features at the same time. There’s no mistaking that she’s Asian when you look her adorable face. Maybe it’s just because I’m in love with her, but when I see her naked from behind, her hips and butt practically scream out for me to plant my seed and watch it grow.

A couple nights later, she called me. “Is the pool still gonna be open Friday night?”

“Are you asking if I’m working that night?” I get a break on my rent for lifeguarding a couple days a week, but the season was coming to an end.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

“No, someone else has that shift.”

“Great. I wanna come over.”

“I’d love it.”

She added, “And stay the night. Is that okay?”

I told her, “You can always stay here.” I managed not to add, “for the rest of your life.” I tried to make out like we were just fuck buddies, but she’s the only one I was fooling.

“But I have some instructions for you.”

I’d “controlled” her a couple weeks ago, so I guessed it was her turn. “Go ahead,” I said.

“You can tell me how you’d like to get me pregnant. You can even tell me how sexy I’ll be. In fact, I’d like that.”

“I can manage that,” I assured her.

“But don’t talk about babies or family.”

“I think I can avoid that too,” I said, and I was pretty sure it was true.

“And this is important. Even though I’m on the Pill, don’t mention that fact either,” she continued. “In fact, don’t even remind me that we had this conversation.”

These all seemed pretty reasonable, although the last one seemed odd. “Is that all?” I asked.

“One more thing. Get us some good dinner, ’cause you’re going to needs lots of stamina,” she concluded.

“What time?” I asked.

“Can you be ready at 6:30?”

Some sort of reality was hitting. I countered, “How ’bout seven? There’s construction by my job and I don’t want you waiting too long in whatever sexy outfit you have planned.”

“Be good and ready, then.”

“I will be.”

She did her best to sound sultry as she said, “Bye!”

I was pushing it to have the oysters ready by seven. I know they’re not really aphrodisiacs, but I hoped the power of suggestion would help get her ready. At least I was pretty sure the wine was properly chilled. I had just put the oysters and the cheese on their trays when I heard a knock at my door. Cindy was wearing the same yellow sundress she’d worn a few weeks ago. When I saw her in it that night, I knew I was in love. We made small talk as she helped me finish putting everything out.

Cindy directed most of the conversation during dinner because I was trying too hard not to talk about the things she’d prohibited. After we’d put the leftover cheese in the refrigerator, she told me, “You haven’t said anything about my dress. I wore it ’cause I thought you liked it.”

Of course, I was already turned on by the dress but I’d been afraid to say anything. That very slight accent that some Asian-American women have, combined with her tone of voice gave me the nudge I needed to start the sexy talk. “That’s ’cause I was afraid I’d say something stupid or crude.”

We’d moved to the couch, and Cindy put her hand on my knee. “Like what?”

I managed not to say, “Like the fact that I’ve been in love with you since the first time you wore it.” Instead, I covered up and said, “I don’t know, maybe how great it would look on the Belek Escort floor.”

Cindy moved onto my lap and put her arm around me. She whispered in my ear, “I was planning on it. The only question is which room.”

I looked out the window across the complex and joked, “Well, the lifeguard changing room’s still in use, so that’s out.”

She bit lightly on my earlobe. “Maybe another night.”

That got my dick hard in a hurry. “Right here!” I blurted out.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she answered.

She started to pull the hem up, but I stopped her. “Not all at once,” I said. I could see the outline of her bra through her dress when she walked through the door, so I hadn’t bothered checking below the waist. She was wearing a thong that was barely wider than the cord to a small appliance. I added, “Besides, I should get comfortable too.” I eased her onto the couch so I could strip down to my boxers. I sat back down and Cindy returned to my lap.

She reached between my legs and started rubbing my dick. “Yeah, you definitely seemed cramped.”

Once my pants were off, I eased her onto her back and knelt in front of her. “Another stupid thing I was afraid I’d say: ‘Time for dessert.'”

Cindy giggled and said, “Not stupid, just not very original.” I pulled the thong to the side and licked the ridge of her lips. She cooed, “Yeah, you love eating my pussy, don’t you?” while I got my tongue inside. I just nodded so I didn’t have to take it back out.

I pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist and traced the edges of her pussy. I probed a little deeper, and Cindy brought her knees up quickly, so I knew I’d touched a sensitive spot. She accidentally forced my head up, making my tongue come out. She also forced my hands up, which made her dress gather up a little higher. I could see her belly, and I remembered the instructions she’d given me. Since I could talk, I commented, “I love the dress, but you know how I’d really like to see it?” Cindy separated her legs so I could go back to eating her, but I held off long enough to continue, “I’d like it if it didn’t fit you any more.”

“You want me to get fat?”

“Only temporarily,” I explained. I stopped for a moment to pull her thong off and continued, “I’d love to see you lying on the couch, and the dress doesn’t come all the way down to your waist ’cause your belly’s in the way.” I put my hand under the dress and held it up.

“You wanna see me pregnant?”

“Just the image turns me on,” I said.

“Will you still want to eat me?”

“Even more,” I told her. “The first time after you tell me, I’ll think there’s a bump there even though it’s only my imagination.” I put my hand just above her pussy and ran my tongue up and down between her lips. “A couple months later, I’ll see a bump that only keeps me from seeing the lower part of your boobs.” I pushed the dress up to her boobs and put my hand about halfway between the chest and the nipple. “That’ll turn me on even more.” I licked a circle around her pussy and stroked her clit with my thumb.

Cindy put her heels on my back and urged me to go in deeper. I wiggled my tongue inside her and touched the tip to the front. “Oh, God, yeah,” she moaned.

“Once you’re big enough that I can’t see ’em at all, you won’t be able to keep me off you,” I said.

“Who says I’ll want to?” Cindy giggled. She pulled her dress off and urged me forward.

Her bra was strapless. I pulled the top of the right cup down, far enough to expose the upper half of her tit. I sucked on it and asked, “Will I still get to do this?”

“Up until the first time it hurts,” she said.

I did the same thing on the left. “They’ll be huge,” I said. “Huger.” I pulled the bra down and kissed the underside of each boob. “Is that a word?”

“It’s Belek Escort Bayan my new favorite word,” Cindy said. She raised her back. I reached underneath and unhooked her bra. She tossed it aside and said, “Well, now that I’m naked, shouldn’t you be too?” I hesitated for a moment, and soon she’d pulled my underwear down to my knees.

“Is the risk turning you on as much as it’s turning me on?” I asked. Of course, I knew there wasn’t any risk, but she wanted to play it like this.

Cindy nodded. She was enjoying this so much that I wasn’t about to spoil her fun. I stood up and stripped the last of my clothes off. When I got back on the couch, she had already pulled her legs up and apart so I could watch her pussy while I slid my cock into it. “Make love to me, Josh,” she said.

“Whatever you want, Cindy,” I answered. After I’d thrust a couple times, I asked, “Will you still want this when you’re eight months along?”

Cindy echoed my earlier response. “I’ll want it even more when we can’t do it this way.”

“Wanna pretend?” I asked.

She nodded and pushed me back. My cock slipped out but stayed hard. Cindy got on the floor on all fours. I got behind her and guided my cock back into her moist pussy. “Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck my pregnant cunt!”

It turned me on so much that I fucked even harder. “Yeah, I wanna fuck that pregnant pussy!”

“Oh, yeah, you’re fucking me in front of your Christmas tree!” she moaned.

I went from really fast to incredibly fast. “How did you know that?” I asked.

“I didn’t. Just fill me up, damn it!”

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me. All I could say was, “I’m coming!” over and over. I was so far over the moon that I couldn’t remember what she said, but I’m pretty sure it was something to the effect of, “Give it to me!”

We headed to bed after that. Cindy was on her back, and I reached across to finger her. She took my hand and used it as a sex toy. “Nice thing about fingers is, they never go soft,” she said. I let her go like that for a couple minutes and then moved her hand to my dick. She didn’t have a screaming orgasm, but I could tell she liked what we were both doing. Soon she told me, “Take me again, Josh!”

“But I like what you’re doing,” I protested. “I wanna see my cum flowing over your pretty little fingers.”

Cindy looked at me and said, “Another time. I promise. But fingers won’t knock me up.” We headed to bed and fucked one more time. Cindy had been so into the impregnation fantasy that I got into it too and didn’t give a thought to her instructions about not mentioning the Pill. I did still have to avoid saying the word “baby,” but the mental effort just helped distract me the same way we talk about thinking about baseball.

The next morning I woke up to find Cindy leaning over me with my dick in her mouth. Since it was still first thing in the morning, I forgot about the whole pregnancy talk. I could only think how great it was for the woman I love to be blowing me. I couldn’t resist telling her, “I love you,” but I was able to hold off until she was coming up before I said it.

Cindy didn’t seem to want to let me go, but she held my cock in place long enough to say, “I love you, too.” I put my hand on her butt and nudged it toward me. She moved around until we were in a 69 position.

I zigzagged across her pussy with my tongue before I slid it inside her. She bobbed down to take me deep, and I remembered what I’d said about her belly blocking my view. “I’m gonna like this view too,” I said.

She let me out and asked, “What do you mean, ‘going to’?” She paused. “Never mind, just eat me,” she said, and she sucked each of my balls into her mouth. I pulled her butt down so I could lick her pussy deeper.

She took my Escort Belek cock back into her mouth, and she was so masterful with her tongue that I was coming soon. I looked for the sensitive spot I’d found the night before so I could put her over the top before I spoke. I moved her onto her back and turned around so we were face to face again. “Sorry to waste my cum like that,” I joked.

“What do you mean?”

I thought my meaning was clear, but I explained, “Last night. We both got really turned on at the prospect of having sex while you’re pregnant.”

Cindy froze. “Shit,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“I need to tell you what I did last night,” she said.

I figured this conversation meant that I didn’t have to follow the instructions any more. “Don’t tell me you did something drastic like flushing your pills down the toilet.”

“I don’t know what you consider drastic,” she said. “It goes back to the night we had the threesome and you were talking about getting me pregnant. It turned me on. I didn’t really want to get pregnant, but I wanted to see what it’s like to have sex where it’s possible and not terrifying.”

“Okay, but you knew it wasn’t possible. At least not supposed to.”

She had me hard now. “When I was in college, one of the R.A.’s did a presentation for stress management. We learned an exercise where you don’t completely forget something, but you push the knowledge out of your conscious mind. It’s supposed to be for unpleasant knowledge, but I used it for being on the Pill. As far as I knew consciously, every time we fucked last night, it was possible you’d get me pregnant, but subconsciously I knew about the Pill, so I wasn’t terrified.”

“And?”

“And I also made it so I’d remember once I woke up this morning.”

“No, I mean, did you like it when you thought you might get knocked up?”

She straddled my hips. “Couldn’t you tell?” Then she pointed my cock up and brought herself down on it.

I didn’t try to stop her, but I pointed out, “Yeah, but it’s first thing in the morning. You haven’t taken it today.” I paused for a moment. “You didn’t get out of bed, take it and come back, did you?”

Cindy was bouncing up and down and she leaned down to stage-whisper, “No, I didn’t. And with a little persuasion, I might completely forget to take it.”

I smiled back at her. “Forget to take what?”

She was thrusting back against me even harder. “Let’s use gravity,” she said. I knew what she meant. I put my arms around her and rolled us both until I was on top.

“Oh, God, Cindy, I love you,” I repeated.

“Prove it to me,” she said.

I happened to see a calendar on the wall. I couldn’t stop fucking her, but I said, “Hopefully not right away.”

Cindy put her hands on my butt to make sure I stayed inside her. “Agreed, no rush.”

“Too late now,” I said, and I exploded inside her. I could feel her walls contracting around me.

“When did you have in mind?” Cindy asked.

“Well, if it happened right now, you’d be wearing winter clothes when you’re at your biggest. When they open the pool back up next spring, I want your belly out there where everyone can see it, and they’ll know that I’m the one responsible for it.” I waited. “Or at least, I’ll know it.”

“Yeah, but if it happened now, I’d be showing when we fuck in front of your Christmas tree. I mentioned it last night, and you asked how I knew. What did you mean?”

It came back to me. I got off her and pulled her up so we were sitting face to face. Cindy moved onto my lap. “Doing it by the Christmas lights is my favorite fantasy,” I explained. “It means we’re not just fucking. It means … well, it means we’re family.”

“No one’s ever told me they wanted that before,” Cindy whispered. “I like it.”

She stayed the whole day with me, so I knew she didn’t take her Pill. She told me later that she caught up that evening, and I was glad. That was a few months ago. Since then, about once or twice a month she pretends that she forgot to take it, and we have lots of fun.

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An Office Affair

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Nina worked for me, part of the team in the outer office. I inherited her from my predecessor, and at first I found her work to be proficient, if a little perfunctory, as if she always had something better to do. But the standard of her work had less and less interest for me, as I steadily fell for the insidious spell of her sensuality. She’s twenty-six, with a sturdy, but undeniably shapely figure, Wide shoulders, magnificent, but not over-large firm full breasts that are hard to ignore at the best of times, but when she’s excited, or there’s a cool breeze from the window near her desk, her nipples pop out like organ-stops, and drag men’s eyes towards them. Her hips are a little wider than she’d like, but in fact her arse is a perfectly proportioned counterpart to her tits. A small bulge of belly, on her, just adds to the sexiness of the package.

She’s always tanned, a sun-bed aficionado, and when she wears low-cut tops, or low-rider trousers, the there is no visible line. Then there’s her face, with its vivid blue eyes, cute nose, and a teasing, cupid mouth… set in a broad heart-shape, with a hint of a double chin when she laughs. It all has a cumulative effect, and becomes stronger and stronger with repeated exposure. Her thick, straight, shoulder length brown hair is sometimes a curtain through which she peers at the world, or at me, challengingly. To begin with, I ignored her pretty much; incredibly, I thought she was just another cute-ish woman in the office, one of several in the team. I often heard her chatter above the others… her voice higher than you’d expect, girlish compared to her womanly appearance. I decided from too little evidence that her mind really didn’t attract me, too shallow, too unaware of the world around her, and that’s very important for me.

However, as the weeks past, I caught occasional, revealing glimpses of another Nina. I discovered that she read proper novels, often with a strong sexual or psychological content, as well as the airport blockbusters and gossip magazines that the other girls ploughed through endlessly. I found out that she spoke fluent French, passable Italian, that she had lived abroad for a couple of years in her early twenties, and that she’d been engaged, and broken it off fairly recently. I knew there was a new boyfriend. And all the while her beauty grew on me, steadily, sinking into the deeper layers of my psyche. When I dreamed of her intensely one night, and woke up with a raging hard on which I had to unleash in an explosive wank, I realised I might eventually have to do something about it.

One day, I came back to the office in the evening after an hour in the pub with a contact. I wasn’t surprised that the office was still open, because that was when the cleaners were usually around, working their way down from top floor. I wasn’t expecting to see Nina at her desk, staring intently at the computer screen. She didn’t hear me because she had earpieces in. I was briefly puzzled by the way that she was typing with one hand, while her other arm moved, rhythmically, at an angle that I quickly guessed meant her hand was on or in her crotch. I coughed loudly, and she heard me. The image on the screen changed immediately to a spreadsheet. I wasn’t sure what I’d seen. Flesh, just an impression, was all I glimpsed before it turned into columns of figures. She was deeply embarrassed, of course, and in a nervous machine-gunning of words turned it round so that I was accused of sneaking up on her. She was guilty as hell, of something. I let her rant, and kept my cool. When she stuttered to a halt, I just shrugged, said the first thing I could think of, in an ironic voice, which was something about not thinking it was an appropriate use of company facilities… I picked up my mobile phone, which was the reason I had returned, and while she continued to blush deep scarlet, I ushered her out of the building.

It set off a tension between us that led to minor friction, and on her part a kind of aggression, like she wanted to push me into reacting, or confronting her. We stayed that way for a couple of months. Niggling, sniping, flashing annoyed glances across the office. The dreams got worse, not helped by my conjecture as to what she had been doing when I caught her that evening. I was convinced she’d been indulging in what I had always thought of as a fairly exclusively male activity, masturbating over net porn, which was one of my own vices at that time. I hadn’t had much relationship luck lately. Not satisfied either physically of intellectually with recent girlfriends, I’d been marking time while I reassessed my life. I was just thirty-eight, and realised that I’d become rather choosy. I wanted quality, not quantity. I wanted someone who was closer to my own tastes, beliefs and ideals. The harder I looked, the less I found.

Nina’s truculent but sensual image played on my all too available libido, and I indulged myself in increasingly lurid fantasies of the two of us, the sex as hard core Kepez Escort as my limits and tastes allowed me to go, and shamefully, I allowed them to go further than ever before, into S&M fantasies, where I would taunt her, chastise her, and then convince her that our needs were shared…

One Friday evening, not long ago, it all came to a head. After what I guessed were several glasses of wine at lunchtime, she had been slacking through the afternoon, chatting too much to the girls, distracting them from their work. And I surely wasn’t imagining the looks she kept on casting in my direction. It had been like this for a while; she knew my eyes were often on her when I looked up from my keyboard. Again, I could swear she was testing me, teasing me subtly to make sure I had really noticed her. The level of office discipline was crumbling, and she was the one instigating it. Around five o’clock, as my staff became more raucous towards home time, she looked up and caught me frowning at her, and gazed straight back into my eyes, as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it then?’ I felt a hot flare of anger, and with it, an incredible wave of desire. She looked so damned sexy like that… lips slightly parted, eyes flashing, and her nipples, I couldn’t help but notice, were so tumescent they were almost burning through her bra and white top. She seemed to lag behind a little as the girls prepared to leave the office. She was rummaging in the depths of her capacious handbag, as if looking for something vital.

“I’ll catch you up,” she told Louise, Katie, and the others as they left.

It was now or never…

“Nina, I want speak to you for a moment.” The words were off my tongue before I could even think.

I had no idea what I really wanted to say. I knew I should reprimand her severely for pissing me about. She looked at me obstinately, but obeyed. She swayed her hips noticeably as she walked into my office.

“You’ve been up to your games again, Nina,” I began. “This is a place of work, not a not a kiddies playground.”

Nina’s nipples were starkly at attention. I couldn’t force my eyes away from them.

“I know which playground you’d like to be in,” she retorted.

For a moment I didn’t get it.

“What do you mean?” I asked, even then realising what she meant.

“You’re looking at my tits; you’re always looking at my tits.” Nina looked fierce, and even more beautiful.

“That’s not true,” I said.

“Yes it fucking well is; you’re always at it! You’re doing it now!”

The devil seized my tongue.

“It’s not true; sometimes I look at your arse.”

We glared at each other, while the corners of our mouths began to twitch. We knew that we’d crossed the line. Nina snorted with laughter, and I followed suit. And I was still staring at her fantastic tits.

I stood up, and was suddenly aware that my cock was straining the front of my trousers.

“I suppose it’s fair enough actually, Alan, after all I do look at your package whenever you walk by.”

“I want to fuck you Nina… I want to fuck you right now, right here.”

I was never usually this blunt.

“About sodding time too!” Nina exclaimed. We laughed again. It was easy. We knew that we were going to do just what we wanted. It was instantaneous, simultaneous. Blood was pounding through me. I felt incredibly alive.

Nina crossed her arms, and scooped her tight tee shirt over her head. I could clearly see her bullet nipples and their aureolae through her thin white bra. She had just the right amount of flesh to be the trim side of voluptuous. Her belly curved a little over the hip-hugging waistband of her jeans. Mmmmmm… I twisted the rods and closed the Venetian blinds, and then I did something I’ve always longed to do. I swept everything from my desk onto the floor. Except for the monitor and keyboard, of course. There’s reality and fantasy! Nina took her cue. She tugged down her jeans, and unable to wait, I dropped to my knees, and helped her, dragging the stiff fabric over her ripe arse, exposing her thong, the neatly trimmed triangle of brown pubic hair, and the frondy moistness of it at the lips of her cunt, just visible through black lace.

As she stepped out of her jeans, I grasped her buttocks, pulled her me, and inhaled the scent her feminine arousal. Hooking her thong to one side, and roughly smacking her thighs apart, I buried my face in her groin, my nose rubbing against a sizeable clit. Her labia were fleshy, almost rubbery… I rolled and held them back with my thumbs, exposing a slick, coral cunt of exquisite beauty, and incredible promise! Pointing my tongue, I delved into her for the first time, and heard her moan of pleasure. She edged back until she was sitting on the edge of the desk, she opened her thighs wider and her fingers began to massage my closely shaven scalp. I tongue-fucked her deliciously, savouring her taste, the silky surfaces of her cunt.

“Oh yes… Kepez Escort Bayan that’s soooo fucking good!” She groaned. I looked up at her, and saw a devilish smile on her face. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she shuddered. She liked sex. She loved sex. Maybe she’d enjoy having me teach her some more.

And at that moment a small miracle occurred. She had dropped her bag when she took her top off, and the contents were spilling over the carpet. When I glanced down at what my hand was touching, it was a small flat tin of Vaseline… My imagination soared in several directions, and in the end, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I picked up the tin, and with my tongue still thrusting rapidly in her slit, I fumbled it open, and scooped some lube up on my fingers. Slipping my tongue out, I slipped two fingers straight in. I felt the heat, the tightness, and swirled my fingers to spread the lube around inside.

“Oh fuck yessss…” Nina hissed. She lifted herself onto the desk, until she brace her bare feet on the edge. Almost as an afterthought, she shucked of her thong, and then splayed her legs wide. She looked incredibly sexy, laying back on her elbows, tits lolling just a little to the sides, nipples pointing skywards, my fingers pinioning her, digging deeper, feeling her meeting my thrusts… Soon I pulled out, took some more lube, anointed her labia, and then tried her with a third finger. She edged back a little further, her eyes taking on a hypnotic intensity. I had to go on. She lifted her hips a little as I thrust, and I felt her cunt relax, tighten, and relax, letting me in steadily.

I had fist-fucked quite a few women before, usually after long persuasion and patient weeks of stretching. Occasionally everything fell into place at once. Something I can’t explain but felt deep inside, told me that Nina had been there before too. From a brisk fingering, my caresses became something else. For the moment she seemed content to let me proceed as I wished. I smiled at her reassuringly, and added yet more Vaseline. When I added my fourth finger, her grin widened too. Her hips rose and fell, winding out a sexy slow dance of welcome. Her flesh felt so good, so warm and slippery from the lube and her ever-increasing flow of juice. I worked my fingers in the tightness, stretching her walls apart, twisting and turning my hand until the base of my thumb was hard against her clitoris, the side to side swooshing making her gasp and shake.

Without even thinking about it, I made a decision. I pulled back, and stared into her eyes as I lubed up my whole hand. I saw no sign of protest. She was panting, lips parted and expectant, her excitement was palpable. Mine was almost overwhelming. I had made the right choice. We didn’t say anything, not daring to break the spell. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a woman who actually wanted to be fisted!

This time my fingers formed a cone, my thumb tucked neatly into my palm. I was glad I always paid attention to my nails, and Nina would be too. She actually licked her lips as I parted her swollen labia with my fingertips! I thrust firmly, with a long, steady twist, and buried half my hand in her first time. It felt glorious.

My fantasies about Nina had been more or less like this, but I couldn’t have imagined that they would come true quite so quickly, or so graphically!

“I’m going to push… my big fist… right up inside… your cunt, Nina.” I gasped thickly, relishing each word as I began to screw my hand from side to side, leaning into her at the same time.

“Aaaaaahhhhh Yeeeeeeessssssss duh… do it! FIST ME!!”

It wasn’t the first time I had heard a woman say that, but at that moment I understood that part of the challenge in Nina’s eyes had been because we had unconsciously recognised something in each other, a knowledge, a need. She leaned forwards, grabbing my arm in a vicelike grip.

“GGNnnnhhh Gnnnnhhhh…. UURRRRRRR!!” She cried, jamming my fist hard into the painful tightness, and at the third pull, assisted by my shove, I felt the magic moment. Her vulva spread right around the full thickness of my hand, and then slid, slowly, stunningly down the other side. Her cunt was swallowing my hand! I could feel her milking it in with a slow peristaltic action. She knew exactly what she was doing, even better than I! The sensation around my knuckles was incredible. So tight, so hot… each ripple and whorl of her inner flesh clearly transmitted through my skin. We didn’t stop until I was wrist deep inside her. She let go of my arm, rested on her elbows again, threw back her head, and juddered rapturously, her hips jacking against the naturally curling, folding fingers that caressed her cervix as I made a fist.

“Mmmmm… yeaaa… oh why did we wait so long!!!” She growled, and I could only agree. I began to fist-fuck her, pushing hard into her because she obviously liked that, pulling back until I stretched her vulva, and she liked that too. Escort Kepez I couldn’t stop smiling, I was exultant! For as long as I had known about fisting I’d been craving a partner who loved the noble art as much as I do.

“I can’t believe you…” I panted, amazed at the way my hand was plunging ever more easily into Nina’s horny body. My knuckles rubbed hard on her cervix, then on her g-spot as I twirled and rotated my fist. Her fingers splayed and trembled. Her eyes rolled back.

“YESSSSS THAT’S ITTTT!! RIGHT THEREEEE!” She wailed. I speeded up, and my cock drooled pre-cum as Nina began to orgasm. She grunted, and shockingly, fluid spat from her cunt, right into my face! I reeled back, spluttering, laughing, licking my lips as soon as I could. Nina’s teeth were clenched, eyes blazing, body jerking with each spasm, spasms that I felt on my fist, clamping it hard, squeezing my wrist until I yelped.

It took quite a while for Nina to come down, and I kept my fist in her all the while, clenching and unclenching my fingers in slow pulsations that triggered off many delicious after-shocks. It was barely fifteen minutes since I had locked the door of the office, and I had just fisted one of my staff to a mind-blowing orgasm!

The twinges eventually stopped, and I began to ease my hand out. She grasped my wrist and shook her head.

“Uh uh… I’ve wanted this too much to stop after just one!” She husked. What a slut. What a gorgeous, uninhibited slut!

So I told her she was a slut.

“You’re using me… you just want my fist… well, you perverted little slut, that’s what you’ll get!” I said. I had never spoken to a woman like that before, but I had never met a woman like Nina before!

“Cocksucker…”

“Whore!”

We laughed as I jerked my hand in her cunt, pulling it back over the rim, and then thrusting it in hard. She gasped, eyes flying open. I did it again. Over the rim, and in. her hands slammed down on the surface of the desk in approval. My eyes were glued to her cunt, and the way it revealed and hid my hand. Slithering… yes, soon her cunt was slithering over the back of my hand, the flesh gliding on my skin like searing hot, oiled silk. I made a fist once more, and pushed it right into her, spreading those willing walls wide again.

She resumed her grip on my wrist, and began to work my fist inside her like a huge dildo, showing me where she likes to be stretched, where it hurts, where it feels too good to bear for long. It was quite a change to be the pupil instead of the teacher! When I leaned hard into her, I found that she was deeper now, an inch or more past my wrist, and I could feel her womb bearing down on me. She pushed me back… until I was in the grip of her vulva, and then a hard, teeth-clenching pull as she took me deep again. Fabulous. I knew what I needed to know now, and pushing her hand away, I began to gore her cunt, thrusting long, hard, bending my arm, this way and that to reach her special places, opening her wide around the tight ball of my large fist, and ramming it through… I had reached heaven, I decided. This was all I had ever dreamed fisting should be, and had so fleetingly attained in the past. Nina’s hoarse cries of happy greed were the sweetest symphony to my ears. The feel of her amazing flesh surrendering with such eagerness was inspiring in a way I had only dared yearn for. I pulled back even further, and as she held her thighs wide, piecing blue eyes maddened with desire, I forced my clenched fist into her, pulled it out, forced it in, again and again while she uttered guttural cries of ecstasy.

After the first few times, I didn’t have to force it so hard, and I was almost punch-fucking her cunt, the wet slurping slap of it so wickedly rude, the outside/inside contrast another fine sensation to add to the list of firsts. It was so astonishing I couldn’t hold onto myself. I crouched over her, pumping my fist in and out of her, pumping my cock with my spare hand. I could tell she was close to orgasm again too, her movements were fractured, uncontrolled, her voice querulous as the pleasure doubled and re-doubled. In an orgiastic frenzy, I thrashed my pulsing cock. I felt an exploding sun in my loins, and as I rammed my fist, jiggling it hard and deep, I came, all over her, feeling her spasms matching mine. Cum rocketed from my cock in long white streamers, splattering her belly, her swaying tits, painting her nipples giving her a flowing string of pearls, one massive spurt striping neatly across her face, bisecting it with a long silvery line of semen. I shook my fist inside her and she yowled, clawing at her nipples as her insides convulsed a final time, forcing my fist out with a wet, rude fart of air and pussy-juice.

“You bastard!! You’ve cum all over me!! I’m supposed to be going out with the girls tonight!!” Nina swore, her voice croaky from her cries of rapture. I stroked out the last drops from my softening cock, and shook them onto her belly. Her smile belied her words, as did her hands. They were rubbing my cum into her skin, stroking it into her breasts. She scooped up a clotting dribble and sucked her fingers like a naughty child.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight without me,” I told her.

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A Valentine’s Day Homecoming

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Jennifer grinned to herself as she finished running the bath water and slid into the tub. Today she would see her fiancé for the first time in six months. Stationed overseas with the Marines, Michael was simply the most amazing person she had ever known. His dark hair and stunning green eyes never failed to make Jennifer’s heart melt. He also didn’t have a hard time getting her pussy wet. As her thoughts drifted like her fingertips over his skin, her hips moved under the water slowly, sensuously; as if he were inside her already.

She had been waiting for two years for this day, and the romantic part of her thought it was perfectly fitting that it be Valentine’s Day. He was coming home for good this time, not just two weeks of leave. She closed her eyes and slipped deeper into the bubbles, her hands gently tracing the lines of her body. Shoulders, arms, torso; each part of her relaxed as her hands slid over it. Soon they would be Michael’s hands; questing, needing, exploring. Her fingers teased up the inside of her thigh, edging closer to her awakening pussy; just barely brushing against the silky smooth lips. She had always kept her pussy mostly bare, but had decided recently to go all out. She couldn’t wait for Michael to see it. Jennifer smiled as she remembered telling him about it over the phone…remembered his soft moan as he whispered how fucking hot that was. Her fingers danced in a figure-eight on her clit for just a moment and she debated whether she really had the time.

Wanting so badly to play with her aching pussy, she decided against it, wanting to save the orgasms for tonight. Finishing up her bath, she stepped onto the thick rug and wrapped herself in a towel. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror, she slowly lowered the towel, looking at herself objectively for a moment; trying to see what Michael swore HE saw when he looked at her. She was 30, with red hair and a fair complexion. She glanced down at her feet, taking in the cute toes and shapely curve of her calves as she looked back to the mirror and worked her eyes up her own body. She was tall – 5’10”, and even though her tummy wasn’t perfectly flat, and her breasts only a B cup, she smiled when she reached the image of her face. Not bad, she thought. Green eyes the color of Michael’s, a nice smile, and all legs. She could live with it. With a little giggle to herself at the thought of taking her clothes off in front of him later, she wrapped the towel around her form again and padded in bare feet down the hall to the bedroom, smiling at the various pictures of the two of them on the wall.

Surveying her closet, she chose an outfit she knew would turn Michael on: A tight red shirt that outlined her breasts, a short black skirt, some black stockings, and a pair of black heels. She loved the feel of the stockings, silky against her just-shaved legs. She liked the way her little pussy felt with no panties, just covered by the short skirt. She slid her hand up her thigh for a moment to where the stockings ended, barely touching the skin above it. She felt her pussy react, and with a chuckle she let her skirt fall back into place. A little makeup and she’d be ready to go.

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A few hours later, she breezed through the doors of the airport, her heels making a soft clicking sound on the tile. She never even noticed the looks she got from the others around her as they watched her long legs stride purposefully down the hallway. Her mind was only on Michael. She finally reached the waiting area, and took up a spot where she would see him as soon as he came out into view. Checking her watch, her stomach flipflopped nervously. He should be coming out anytime. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking, waiting…There! There he was! Jennifer’s face broke into a huge smile as he strode toward her. He shifted his backpack to his shoulder and grabbed her in a tight hug. She felt his kisses on her neck and was overcome by a desire to push him down on the floor and ride his cock right there, while telling him how much she loved him the whole time. His eyes shined at her as they broke away, and they grabbed his luggage on the way to the car, somehow never letting go of the other’s hand.

As Bodrum Escort Jennifer drove home, she kept stealing glances at her Marine. Everything about him turned her on: his strong jawline, the way his long lashes framed those incredible eyes. He caught her staring at him and grinned. Michael put his hand just above her knee, moving his fingers around her kneecap slowly.

“I love it when you wear stockings,” he said softly, almost to himself. Jennifer shivered in anticipation as he leaned close to her ear. “I am going to fuck you so hard when we get home,” Michael continued; his warm breath against her ear. He slowly licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and then settled back into his seat with a knowing grin. She let out a moan of aroused frustration, and he chuckled.

“What’s wrong, angel? Is your pussy wet?” He shifted in his seat and slid his hand up the inside of her leg, gently pulling it away from the other. Jennifer squirmed a bit, wanting his fingers higher. He let his hand linger where it was, but then, ever so slowly, it moved upward. Closer to where stockings ended and skin began…closer to her wet little pussy. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, seeking out his fingers, trying to get them to move higher. Michael nuzzled her neck as his fingers finally brushed against her pussy for just an instant. Jennifer fought to keep her attention on the road, and was glad they were only about 10 minutes from home. His fingers slid back down her thigh, but then started traveling back up again and she mentally steadied herself for their contact. This time, Michael slid one finger in between the lips of her pussy, running it from the bottom all the way up to her clit, sending jolts of electricity up her spine. She moaned softly and pushed against him, wanting him to finger her, wanting to cum all over his hand. He pulled his face away from her neck for a moment and smiled at her.

“I love you, angel, but you have to wait until we get home.” She narrowed her eyes at him playfully as her own hand stole over to his lap, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

“You better make it worth my while,” she growled in feigned aggravation. Michael’s emerald eyes twinkled at her as if to say “It will be.” He licked his fingers with a smile and Jennifer tried not to notice as he fished around in his backpack for something. Pulling out a red envelope, he set it on the dash.

“My Valentine’s Day present for you. You can have it when we get home,” Michael told her. Jennifer just smiled at him. Her mind was too much on sex to worry about the card.

The remaining few minutes were spent in silence, as Jennifer made the necessary turns toward home and Michael sat regarding her profile with that incredibly sexy half-smile. Jennifer tried not to think about how badly her pussy needed attention, choosing instead to focus on the things that she had set up around the house in preparation for his arrival: the candles, scented with jasmine; the rose petals on the bed; the Valentine’s Day card she had strategically taped to the bathroom mirror. She grinned to herself as she thought of the gallon of chocolate milk and the huge box of Cheez-its in the cupboard waiting for him. That alone should get me some good sex, she thought with a soft chuckle.

As they pulled into the drive, Michael stopped her before she got out of the car.

“Let’s leave the bags until later.” She smiled at him and they walked up to the door. She handed him the keys, and he unlocked the door, swinging it open and stepping back to allow her to go in first. He followed her in, closing the door tightly. As she turned to face him, she heard the click of the lock just before he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately, his tongue sliding along hers. He bit her lower lip gently, and turned them; pinning her against the front door.

Pulling her shirt and bra up, he wasted no time before lowering his head to her breasts, kneading them with his hands; licking and sucking her nipples. Jennifer groaned, arching her back slightly, pushing them into his mouth. His fingers pinched whatever nipple wasn’t in his mouth, and he switched back forth for what seemed an eternity. Bodrum Escort Jennifer’s pussy was on fire. She desperately wanted his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Michael dropped to his knees in front of her, his tongue drawing a wet path down the center of her belly. One of his hands kept playing with her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingertips. His other hand pushed up her skirt, exposing her smooth, wet pussy to him. He made a little sound of approval as his mouth kissed the inside of her leg and his hand worked its way down to her pussy. Jennifer spread her legs a bit more, whimpering softly.

“Please…please…” she couldn’t get the words out. With a wicked smile, he leaned close to her pussy, kissing it softly, being careful to not part the lips. She pushed her hips toward him, but he kept just kissing the outside. Suddenly, his tongue darted between her lips, licking up the length of her pussy slowly. Her whole body shuddered, but he stopped, pulling his tongue away just before he reached her aching clit. Michael paused, undoing the button of her skirt and sliding it down her legs, lifting her foot and putting it back down outside the circle of fabric so she could spread her legs farther for him. Her hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to her, and he obliged; parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers and leaning in. Jennifer moaned loudly as his tongue made contact with her clit. Flicking gently with his tongue, he alternated the pressure on her clit; fast, then slow, then fast again. Her knees were weak and she begged him to let her cum. He slid a finger inside her, rubbing the wall inside, looking for her G-spot. Finding it, he brought his mouth to her pussy again, sucking gently on her clit, flicking against it with his tongue as his finger tapped the spot inside her. He kept doing it, relentlessly, adding a second finger, and her moans got louder as she approached orgasm. Finally her thighs tightened and her body stiffened as her hands pushed his head into her. She screamed as she came on his fingers, and he kept rubbing that spot, slowing down as she relaxed. Her knees sagged a bit, and she let go of his head.

“Come here…kiss me, please,” she whispered. Standing up, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He knew nothing turned her on more than kissing him after he licked her pretty little pussy.

She was already undoing his belt, almost ripping his jeans down. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the constricting jeans. Sliding his shorts down, she watched with lust as his beautiful cock sprang free. It was hard as a rock and she wanted it buried in her tight pussy. But first she needed to taste it. She sank down in front of him, and raised her arms as he pulled her shirt over her head. She unclasped her bra and slipped it off, leaving her wearing only the stockings and heels. He brought his cock near her mouth, rubbing it against her cheek, her chin; all over her face. Jennifer looked up at him wantonly, parting her lips, wanting him to feed his cock to her. He finally traced her lips with it, and her tongue snaked out, swirling around the head and down the side. The silver barbell in her tongue gleamed for an instant before she wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding down ever so slowly until the entire thing was inside her hot, wet mouth. His hands caressed her hair as her mouth worked his cock gently, and her eyes never left his face. He loved to watch her suck his cock. Her mouth was insatiable; licking, kissing, sucking him. Her fingers traced lightly up the inside of his thighs and finally he could take no more. He pulled away from her and told her to stand up. Jennifer smiled at him, her tongue darting out to lick the wetness from her lips.

Pushing her against the door again, Michael put his hands on her ass, lifting her up. Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist as he lowered her down onto his cock. As it slipped into her pussy, they both moaned. Michael’s mouth sought out hers as he slowly drove into her pussy, loving the feel of its tight wetness. She squeezed her muscles around him, sucking him with Escort Bodrum her pussy, wanting him to go faster; to fuck her harder. Her breathing was quick, panting; and she heard his voice next to her ear. He flicked her ear with his tongue between the words.

“Do you like it when I fuck you? Does it feel good? Come on, give me that little pussy. I love fucking it. I love the feel of your pussy.” His words only made her crazier, and her legs tightened around his waist as she begged for more. Her nails raked across his shoulders as her cries filled the room. Michael kept talking to her while he fucked her, picking up speed, driving his cock into her harder and faster. Jennifer was in a frenzy, crying out his name, feeling her orgasm coming…

…and then Michael stopped moving. He stayed completely still inside her, but he could feel her pussy spasming slightly around him. It wanted to cum so badly, he could feel it.

Jennifer’s eyes flew open. “Don’t stop!”

He kissed at her neck, and she felt his tongue against her skin, doing the same thing he had done to her clit moments before. The thought made her feel faint with lust.

“You aren’t allowed to cum again yet. Not until I say so.” She groaned in arousal. Jennifer loved this game. It was sweet torture, but when he finally made her cum it would be well worth it. She moved her hips aginst him, grinding her pussy on his stiff cock. He pushed her harder into the door, his hands on her ass; and she felt a light slap against her ass cheek.

“No moving,” he growled.

Jennifer whined a bit. “Please let me cum. Please. I’ll do anything you want.” His eyes were a dark, intense green as he let her legs down and pulled out of her, leaving her standing there.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum.” She nodded mutely, but her cheeks were flushed with desire.

He led her to the couch and pushed her down on her back, spreading her legs wide.

“Hold your ankles up by your head,” he ordered. She complied, and her pink pussy was open to him, exposed. She loved being like this. It made her feel so naughty and bad. She loved getting fucked this way. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, pausing each time he got to her clit. She lay perfectly still, hoping if she didn’t move he’d rub her clit more. He finally slid the head of his cock into her pussy, and his thumb, wet with her juices, slid up to circle her clit slowly. Instinctively, she moaned and pushed her hips up, but his thumb went away and she was rewarded with a slap on her exposed ass.

“I said, no moving,” Michael scolded her sharply. Jennifer caught her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to calm down, trying to be patient. He would make her cum hard if she was good. He always did. Michael’s cock slid in further, further. It was all the way in now. Jennifer felt so full, so delicious. His thumb started its circling again, slowly, insistently as his cock started to move in and out of her. The sensations were exquisite. He started to pump in and out of her faster, but somehow his thumb didn’t change tempo. It just kept doing those lazy circles. Jennifer finally couldn’t take it. She needed to cum NOW. She begged, pleaded for him to make her cum. She needed to hear him say it was okay. He paused his thrusting, letting the only stimulation be his thumb on her clit. “You want to cum now? You want me to make you cum?” Jennifer moaned in response, and he took her hands off her ankles, putting them on his shoulders. His thumb went back to her clit, but this time he rubbed faster, harder. His cock was going so forcefully, in and out of her. She felt it coming like a freight train, coming hard. She thought she might pass out, and then it was there; exploding, making her shudder and scream and lose herself inside it.

She heard him murmuring to her. “That’s my girl, let that little pussy cum…good girl…” Jennifer locked her gaze with Michael as she came, feeling his cock slamming into her all the way through. He groaned one last time, and she felt him then; filling her, cumming hard in a chorus of moans.

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They relaxed slowly, winding down one breath at a time; their bodies tangled in a heap on the couch. Jennifer smiled as Michael brushed his fingers against her cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Homecoming.”

He grinned and kissed her nose. “Wanna go get the bags, or just go to the bedroom?” Her only answer was her lips on his.

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I have been having an affair with a married woman for the past five years and it was only last week that her hubby finally found out. But let me begin at the start.

My name is Alan and I am in my late thirties of average build with all my own hair and teeth. I was the manager of a big supermarket chain and I first met Abby when she came for a job interview. Needless to say when I saw how stunning she looked I had no qualms in offering her the job right there and then. It was for my assistant manager as the previous one had left to go to another company.

Abby was twenty eight years old with 38dd boobs which were the first thing I noticed about her as she walked in the door of my office. She has shoulder length red hair, emerald green eyes and is about five foot eleven tall with really nice legs and a tight little ass. She had been married for about eight years and had two kids, a boy aged six and a girl aged four. Her hubby became a friend not long after Abby got the job and he was then thirty five years old. I found out from a friend of Abby that her hubby couldn’t keep her satisfied sexually and she had been seeing other men after work.

I had always tried to ask her out but she always told me that she was already going out with friends or out with her hubby. There was a big Halloween party coming up and I thought if I could get her drunk enough then I would have a chance of fucking her but I failed again as I was beaten to the punch by one of the other store managers. Her hubby didn’t take to kindly to her coming home that night at around three in the morning so she decided to give up the excitement of fucking other men for a while until her hubby trusted her to go out again with friends and not come home rat arsed like she was doing.

It was a year later at the works Christmas party that I finally got my taste of the very slutty Abby. She had been drinking way to much during the evening and when she was up dancing with her fellow male colleagues their hands would wander all over her delectable body. Even when she was up dancing with a few of the women there seemed to be hands everywhere from both of them. Every time I tried to get a dance with her I was too late there always seemed to be someone beating me to the punch. So I had to sit there and watch her being man handled by not only the men but the women too.

It was then that I thought of what she would be like by the end of the night and seeing she was not only my employee but also I was a friend of her and her hubby I decided that I was going to be the one taking her home that night. If I wasn’t going to be getting any from her I was making sure that no one else was getting any either. By the time the party was over she was anyone’s for the taking. So I decided that I was taking her home that night and I wasn’t having any other Tom, Dick or Harry taking her home and fucking her before dropping her off.

After taking her by the arm and colleting her coat I managed to get her out and into the back of my car. By the time we were about half way towards her home all I heard from the back seat was Abby moaning as if she were being fucked. So I pulled in at the next layby to see what was going on in the back as I couldn’t quite see in my rear view mirror and hearing her moaning my cock was starting to wake up and looking for some attention.

When I opened that back door and peered in there was Abby with her short black skirt bunched up to her waist in her black leather knee high boots and black hold up stockings. Her low cut black top was hanging off one shoulder so much that you could see her red lacy bra. Her hands Kemer Escort were inside her matching red lace panties and she was playing with her pussy and I could smell her arousal. I had found out she can be a right little slut when she is horny and drunk and it wouldn’t matter who it was that was with her man or woman she would have been theirs. I had also found out that she was also very submissive and would do anything she was asked when in this kind of state.

So here I was with a dilemma, she was there for the taking but she was also a friend so it was now a case of would I take advantage of this situation or not? Sad to say I listened to my hard cock instead of my head and I took full advantage of the situation. The first thing I did was pull her into a lying position making sure her short skirt was still bunched at her waist. I then pulled her soaking wet red lace panties down her legs and off her feet and put them in my pocked as a souvenir. I then spread her legs and the smell of her arousal filled my nostrils and I almost drooled. I ran my hands up her legs over her knees and up her soft stocking covered thighs. My cock by now was almost ripping through my boxers and trousers.

Abby was gagging for it by now and I was not going to disappoint her so as my hands got to her thighs they slipped in between her legs and I ran them up over her stocking tops and onto her silky bare thighs. She was moaning really loud by now and I was hoping no one else was going to pass by and think something untoward was happening. I bent my neck and leaned into her dribbling pussy and began licking her juices up and pushing two fingers inside her pussy.

I rubbed her clit with the thumb on my other hand and she began screaming out for me to fuck her and fuck her now.I had my trousers and boxers down at my ankles in record time as I didn’t need to be asked twice.I slid on to the back seat on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her. My cock lined up with her pussy lips and I gave a thrust forward and buried my cock deep inside of her soaking went cunt to the hilt in one go. The more I thrust into her the more she screamed out my name telling me to fuck her harder and harder which I did. If you had looked in you would have thought it was the energizing bunny who was fucking her.

I shut my eyes and concentrated in fucking her and getting ready to cum inside her. I must have been fucking Abby for about at least ten minutes as she was having one orgasm on top of another. It was all I could do to hang on to her or she would have bucked me right off get. The all of a sudden she went all limp and quiet. I opened my eyes to see that she had now passed out on me. I was almost there and decided not to stop and kept on fucking her as her legs slipped off my back and down beside my own legs. A few more thrusts and I could feel cum boiling in my balls and then it began to shoot up my shaft.

It was at this point I wondered if she was on the pill or not and if not would she be getting pregnant but it was too late to pull out as cum was now shooting out of my cock and deep inside of her hot wet pussy. I lay there on top of her having just came inside of her and enjoying the thought of her maybe becoming pregnant with my child. After about five minutes I decided it was time I got off her and pulled her skirt back down and got her home. The only problem then would be when her hubby was putting her to bed would he noticed she had been cum in?

As I drove up to her home her hubby came to the door realising it was my car and that I had brought his wife home from the Christmas Escort Kemer party.I had been driving with a couple of windows down so the smell of sex wouldn’t be apparent. As I parked the car I could see her hubby John stepping out his front door and come down his path to where I was parked. He then noticed that his wife was passed out in the back seat of my car. Between the both of us we managed to get her out the car and into the house and up a flight of stairs to their bedroom. As we got her on the bed she started to come around again.

As she started to come around she reached out and grabbed the first cock she could get a hold of which just happened to be mine. Needless to say he batted her hand off me and I made my excuses and left as quickly as I could. When I was at the bottom of the stairs I put my hand in my jacket pocket to pull out a hanky to wipe my now sweating forehead and that was when I realised I still had her wet panties. I bolted for the front door and was down the path and in my car and off.

Abby was always gagging for more cock and mine in particular for the past few months now I have been sending her home to her husband full of my cum. So much so that over the past few months I’ve even introduced Abby to dogging and she seemed to love it. I took her at least once a week to lay byes, country parks and even public toilets a few times.

One night two months later I had told Abby to turn up in my favourite outfit of hers…a short skirt, low cut top and black leather boots which I was always happy to see her in. I had already told her she was going to get fucked tonight but I didn’t tell her who it was that she was going to be fuck by. On our way between pubs I told her to go into the public toilets just off the high street. I had arranged for a couple of other store managers who she didn’t know to be waiting there for her. They were both in their late 30’s and I had wanted to see just how far Abby would go with them in such a public place.

The toilets had been boarded up for a little while but were still used by doggers. As Abby entered her heels made a clicking noise on the concrete floor and as I followed in behind her I noticed the toilets smelt really bad. I had to cover my nose and as our eyes adjusted to the dark and out of two of the cubicles came the two store managers.

“Is this her?” The first asked me.

“Yes.” I replied as they approached her.

“Are you really a dirty little bitch like I have been told you are?” The first one asked her.

“Sometimes I am depending on who I am with and what I am doing.” Abby replied with a smile on her face.

“Well why don’t you get over here and start sucking my dick.” The second one said as he pulled his cock out for her.

Abby was not shy tonight and walked right over to the second one who was called Richard and grabbed a hold of his cock and started to slowly wanking him off. As she did they kissed hard and fast just as Richard pulled up Abby’s skirt and then pulled down her black panties. Her bare ass was now totally exposed and he made the most of it licking her ass before moving between her legs to lick her cunt. This set her off and she pushed her ass out for Richard to get easy access to it. As I watched he pushed a finger into her very tight bum hole and then another as he continued licking her.

By this time the first store manager Eric came up to her while dropping his trousers. She bent her head down and began to suck on his big dick and he began to face fuck her. Richard had now moved between her legs and after a few seconds of fumbling about he managed Kemer Escort Bayan to push his cock against her pussy. I could almost hear Abby gasp and cry out around Eric’s hard on which was still in her mouth so I guessed that Richard had finally entered her. Richard began slowly fucking her and gradually built up a very steady rhythm as Abby was still being face fucked by Eric.

“Please don’t cum inside me!” She cried out after pulling off Eric’s cock before he thrust it back in her mouth as Richard just kept thrusting inside her pussy faster and harder.

Being the gent that he was Eric pulled his dick out of her mouth and came over her face and hair. Richard was getting nearer and nearer the edge of no return as his now throbbing cock slipped between Abby’s swollen pussy lips. She was very wet and slippery as her juices glistened over her pussy and then began running down the insides of her soft thighs and down into her thigh high boots. Richard had pulled open her pussy lips letting her juices drip from her open as he thrust forward again and again deep into her soaked cunt. He fucked her pussy for about five more minutes and as she pleaded with him not cum inside. He decided otherwise as shot his cum inside her filling her pussy with it.

After Richard stopped cumming he pulled out of her pussy as he slapped her ass cheeks and thighs before wiping his dick on her ass cheeks. He watched as his cum began to dribble out of her well fucked pussy and run down the insides of her lovely thighs down do drip into her boots and onto his black shoe below her on the floor. He shouted at her calling her a dirty little slut who loved being fucked by more than one cock at a time.

“You are just a cock hungry little bitch who loves being used by men even in dirty public toilets like these aren’t you?” He shouted at her.

“Yes I do!” Abby replied as she put on her submissive side to her nature and played along like the slut she really was.

“What are you?” Eric shouted at her.

“I’m just a cock hungry little slut.” She replied back to him.

Eric then ordered her to get down on her knees and lick up Richard’s cum which was now splattered all over Eric’s right shoe. Abby was really enjoying herself being ordered to lick up cum that was on Eric’s shoe. This was also the night that I also found out that Abby liked to be ordered about and told to do things she would not normally do. When Abby had finished licking cum from Eric’s shoe she was then told to suck on both of their cocks clean which she did without having to be asked twice.

Eric then dismissed Abby after arranging another meet for the same time the very next week at the same place and also told her that he might bring a few mates with him next time. As Abby and I walked out into the night air she could feel small droplets of Richard’s cum and her own juices still leaking out every now and then and running down her thighs making her still very horny. Before she got home I took her up an alleyway and fucked her up the ass making sure she went home completely full in all holes of another man’s cum.

To this day her hubby hasn’t said anything about her coming home with another man’s cum in her. Whether she went straight into the shower and cleaned herself before going to bed I never asked. After that night I never saw much of her again unless I was at their place or bumping into her in the street as she gave her job up the very next day. Her hubby and I are still friends and I found out from him a few months later that Abby was now three months pregnant. When I finally got a look at her baby about four months later I was happy to see it didn’t look anything like me. I also don’t know who it was that had red hair as her hubby has dark brown hair. The last time I saw Abby she looked very contented with her little baby boy who she named Richard.

The End

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An Eventful Morning Before Work

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As sometimes happens, my disability prevents me from driving into work at the college campus where I am employed. This rarely happens but it does occasionally. Today appeared to be one of those days.

Let me explain a few things and introduce myself before going any further. My name is Wesley Redwood. I am a C5 quadriplegic. I broke my neck in a snow skiing accident at the 5th cervical vertebrae (hence C5) when I was just 21 years young. Since that day in November I have been paralyzed from the middle of my chest (the nipple line area) throughout the rest of my body. I can move my arms and have fairly good balance. I use a motorized wheelchair in order to get around.

I have been employed full time for the past ten years at a local community college. It is a great career and one where I truly enjoy what I do and feel honored to be a part of higher education. I work with a few great people who happen to be female….quite attractive females at that.

This particular morning I had gotten ready to drive to work with the help of my long standing attendant Josephina. She is an amazing person who has helped me for many years to remain as independent as humanly possible while living with a disability. As I drove out of the garage, I said goodbye to Josephina who promptly got into her own car and drove off as well.

A few blocks away I noticed that I wasn’t feeling exactly right. Something was amiss. I decided to turn around and drive back home before I began to feel any worse. Typically when I felt this way it had something to do with my leg bag (a quad thing) or some other external annoyance.

After parking in the garage I tried calling Josephina. No answer. I exited my vehicle and went into the house to see if I could figure out what was going on. I realized that there was very little urine in my leg bag which meant there was a blockage somewhere. This could turn ugly if I didn’t get it fixed quickly.

Thankfully, the college I worked at was less than a mile away from my house. I had a number of colleagues at the college who had helped me in the past in similar situations. I tried reaching them by phone with no luck. Running out of options, I finally called my office.

“Good morning. This is Natalia.” The bubbly voice on the line said.

“Hi Natalia. It’s me, Wesley.” I replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Are Rebecca or Alexandria in the office?” I asked. Both Rebecca and Alexandria are supervised by me at the college and have helped me in the past when things like this have happened.

“They are both in the training for the new PeopleSoft system currently” Natalia replied. “Is there anything I can help you with Wesley?” She asked, a sincere and eager tone in her voice.

“I hate to ask but yes there is something I need help with Natalia” I hesitantly replied as I began to explain my predicament.

“I am having an issue with what I think is my leg bag. It’s not draining for some reason. I usually get help from Rebecca or Alexandria; however, it seems they are not available”.

“Where are you at?” Natalia asked. “I am more than happy to help if you’d like”.

“I am still at my house just down the street,” I explained. “Are you sure Natalia?” I asked. “It’s kind of personal in nature”.

After reassuring me she didn’t mind, I gave Natalia directions to my house and hung up the phone. I grabbed a new drain tube and some other supplies and placed them within reach just in case.

I heard the doorbell ring and quickly headed to that side of the house to open it. Natalia stood on the porch patiently waiting to come in.

“Thank you very much for driving over to help me Natalia” I stated as I opened the door and let her in. “I hope this isn’t anything too serious”.

“No worries Wesley” Natalie said in her upbeat voice. “I have a little experience in this area as my friend is also in a wheelchair.”

“Great, this should be easy for both of us then” I replied with some relief.

Natalia followed me as I wheeled back to the master bedroom. I positioned myself so that I could transfer out of my wheelchair and onto the bed.

“I am going to transfer onto the bed so that it’s easier to figure out what is going on, OK?” I said, looking at Natalia.

“I’m here to help so just let me know what you need me to do”, Natalie said reassuringly.

I successfully transferred back onto the bed and balanced myself. I instructed Natalia on how to lift my legs onto the bed and move my wheelchair out of the way. Lying on the bed, balancing on my elbows, I watched Natalia as she pushed my wheelchair out of the way.

Natalia was in her mid-twenties. She had worked at the college for a few years before she was hired as a permanent employee in Admissions and Records. Natalia was an international student at the college before getting her citizenship and landing a job there. She was about 5′ 6″ tall with perky breasts that accented her athletic body. She had blond hair and beautiful green eyes. However, Kundu Escort her most striking asset had to be her firm, tight buttocks. Her family had immigrated to the U.S. from somewhere in or near Russia. Her accent was thick and very sexy.

Natalia turned around from pushing my wheelchair across the room and walked back towards me. She sat on the far edge of the bed while she removed her shoes.

“I don’t know why I wear these heels? They just kill my feet!” Natalia stated matter-of-factly. “Besides, it’s easier for me to help you with them off.”

“There. That’s much better!” Natalia exclaimed as she stood up. She was barefoot wearing a colorful summer dress that was loose but still accented her sexy frame. I was still lying on the bed, perched on my elbows. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and running down the back of my neck.

“I think I’ll need your help to see what is going on with this tube” I said, trying to keep my composure. “Would you mind helping me with my pants?”

Standing next to the bed, Natalie leaned in and proceeded to unbutton my pants and undo my zipper. Once loose, I showed Natalia how I managed to push my pants off as I leaned from side to side. She grabbed my pants and pulled them past my knees. She then walked to the end of the bed to remove my shoes.

Once my shoes were removed, Natalia grabbed my pants and pulled them off completely. She also pulled off my socks which I thought was a bit odd.

“Thank you”, I said to Natalie. “I didn’t expect you to take off my shoes and socks as well. I don’t want to make this a lot of work for you.”

“It’s no problem at all” Natalia said with a smile.

I was lying on the bed wearing only a shirt and my underwear. It was now fairly obvious that I had the beginning of an erection. I looked at my crotch in disbelief hoping Natalia would understand that, due in part to my disability, I had little control over this part of my body.

“The problem is with my supra-pubic tube which is inserted just a few inches below my navel”, I said to Natalia trying to ignore my growing manhood. “I’ll need your help with exposing it.”

Still standing at the end of the bed, Natalia leaned over me and grabbed my underwear, pulling them off in one swift motion. Natalia could now clearly see my supra-pubic tube as well as my semi-erect, ten-inch cock. The sight of my tube or my hardening cock caused Natalia to whisper something under her breath.

Embarrassed but needing help none the less, I talked Natalia through the process of changing my tube in order to be able to drain my bladder. She did exactly as I asked her and before long I was feeling much better. I took a deep breath and relaxed knowing the worst was over.

Natalia gathered up the leftover supplies and threw them in the trash. She assisted me with removing my shirt as it was wet from sweating. Natalia then did something a bit odd. She grabbed all of my clothes and placed them in the hamper in my closet.

I was now completely naked lying on my bed. I felt a bit awkward, especially since my co-worker Natalia was fully dressed and I had a full-blown raging hard-on. I had not planned on this scenario. I wondered why Natalia discarded my clothes instead of offering to help me get dressed? Maybe she was just caught up in the moment?

Natalia moistened a washcloth in the sink before returning to the side of my bed. She gently sat down next to me.

“Are you feeling any better?” Natalia asked as she began to clean around the insertion point where the tube entered my body. She gently washed the area taking special care to avoid brushing her hand against my very obvious erection. This was nearly impossible due to the area in which she was washing me. It was obvious this was not her first time assisting someone such as myself.

“I am feeling much better!” I replied as I watched Natalia’s hands wash me. My manhood twitched as the back of her hand rubbed against my cock by mistake.

“I really appreciate your help. Though, I must admit, I am a bit embarrassed. You know, being naked in front of you and obviously more than a little excited.”

Natalia finished her handy work and got up to put the washcloth in the sink.

“Please do not feel awkward Wesley” Natalia said reassuringly. “Trust me when I say that I am aware of your situation. And besides, I enjoy helping you.”

“Well, thank you none-the-less Natalia. Did you say your friend is also in a wheelchair?” I asked, trying to ease my awkwardness.

“Yes, my friend, who is about my age, is a C6 quadriplegic. I help him out at times with his care and other things.”

“That is very nice of you Natalia” I replied. “Does he have a supra-pubic tube like mine?”

“No”, Natalia replied. “He has an external catheter. You know, the kind that looks like a condom.”

Natalia caught herself looking at my cock as she finished her last statement. Suddenly she seemed a bit distracted. It was as if she wanted to say or do something Kundu Escort Bayan but was afraid. I completely understood how she felt. It was a bit odd for us to be talking while I was naked with a raging boner and she was fully dressed.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom for a moment?” Natalia asked, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.

“Of course not. Help yourself.”

Natalia closed the door to the bathroom as I continued to lie on the bed. My manhood bobbed up and down as the blood filled it to rock-hard size. Fine time to have a boner, I thought to myself.

I tried grabbing my cock with my left hand while balancing on my right elbow. Maybe I could jerk off a quick one before Natalia came out from the bathroom. This would surely ease the awkwardness I was feeling, as well as my raging hard-on.

After a few tugs on my manhood I lost balance and fell onto my back. So much for that plan. All I could do now was wait for Natalia to come back and help me get dressed. Hopefully, we could work past the awkwardness of my nakedness in order to get dressed and back to the office. It was too bad, I thought to myself. I’d love to mess around with Natalia and see what was under that dress she was wearing.

This was definitely not how I had intended my day to begin. Little did I know It was about to get a lot more interesting!

It wasn’t long before I heard the bathroom door open.

“I hope you don’t mind but I don’t think I can get you dressed” Natalia said before she walked into view.

I began to fear that me being naked was too much embarrassment for Natalia. My mind began racing to find a solution. I knew I wasn’t able to dress myself. Hopefully she would at least wait to leave until I could reach my attendant or another friend.

I lifted my head to speak when I saw Natalia standing in the middle of the room. She was completely naked, wearing nothing but a smile.

“I can’t stop fantasizing about your big, hard cock deep inside me Wesley!” Natalia seductively said, her piercing green eyes looking directly at me. “My pussy has been wet since I pulled off your underwear and saw that beast between your legs” Natalia explained as she slowly walked towards the bed.

Natalia was even sexier than I had imagined. Her breasts were small but firm. Her nipples were hard and pointed out a half-inch. Her stomach was flat. She had no body hair at all. Her right hand was toying with her wet, shaved pussy. Her finger nails and toe nails were painted to match.

She climbed onto the bed and rested herself at eye-level to my midsection. Natalia gripped my cock in her hand and placed the head to her lips.

I couldn’t believe what was happening! I had often fantasized about Natalia but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this day would come.

Natalie looked up and our eyes met. “I think it’s about time to address a certain aching we both have. Mind if I show you some other things I’ve learned?”

“I am all yours baby!” I eagerly responded.

Still looking at me, Natalia opened her mouth and slowly inserted my raging hard-on between her lips. I inhaled deeply as I watched my cock slide into Natalia’s warm wet mouth.

I continued to watch in amazement as Natalia sucked and licked my cock. I laid flat on the bed while she worked her magic. The sounds of her mouth eagerly working on my cock excited me beyond belief.

Natalia deep-throated my cock as her hands massaged my balls. She switched between sucking my cock and taking my balls in her mouth all the while edging me closer to lift off.

As if sensing my desire to taste her shaved pussy, Natalia spun around and placed her naked body atop my own while continuing to feast on my cock.

Now in a 69-position, Natalia’s legs were on either side of my head, her wet pussy inches away from my face. I placed my tongue on her slit and tasted her juices. Her scent was intoxicating as I began to bury my face in her crotch.

I voraciously began to tongue-fuck Natalia’s pussy. She continued to suck me off as we both fulfilled our carnal desires unabashed.

I toyed with Natalia’s pussy lips by sucking hard and nibbling on them between my teeth. My tongue explored every possible inch of her sexy pussy. I gently kissed her inner thigh and voluptuous ass. My tongue ventured around her tight anus teasing it to see how far she would let me go.

Natalia briefly removed my cock from her mouth and whispered, “You like my tight asshole Wesley? You want to give me a rim job while I give you a blow job?”

I didn’t verbally answer Natalia’s seductive question. I answered her by ramming my tongue deep inside her tight asshole. She groaned with pleasure as she pushed herself back against my face. Her mouth once gain engulfed my cock as we continued to pleasure one another.

I rubbed Natalia’s wet pussy while I ate her ass. Her hips began to gyrate as her orgasm grew inside of her.

“Fuck yes Wesley!” Natalie Escort Kundu yelled as she gripped my erection in her hand and stroked the entire length.

Natalia sat up and moved her body so that she was facing me, her wet pussy now resting against my erect cock.

“So what will it be boss?” Natalia teased. “Your hard cock in my wet, hot pussy or your hard cock in my tight asshole?”

“Wow, that’s quite a dilemma! I don’t think I have any condoms so your tight asshole is probably the safer bet” I eagerly replied.

“My ass it is!” Natalia giggled as the smile grew wider on her face. She lifted herself slightly while she guided my cock head into her anus just past her sphincter.

I held her hips as she pressed down on my hard-on. Natalia was facing me as I watched my erection fill up her little anus. My entire length was in her ass as she sat still for a moment. The tight sensation was erotic! Natalia’s ass muscles were massaging my cock from inside. She didn’t move up or down but rather flexed her muscles around my cock.

“You like that?” Natalia whispered.

“Oh fuck yes!” I blurted out. “I’ve never felt anything like this before Natalia!”

She continued with the muscle trick while slowly moving up and down. I couldn’t believe how tight Natalia’s ass felt wrapped around my cock.

The sensation was so unreal that I began to ejaculate inside her ass.

“Oooh, I love the way warm cum feels inside my ass!” Natalia said as I blew my load inside her.

My body was reeling from the orgasm I just had. Natalia sat atop me, my cock still buried inside her ass.

“You like that technique?” Natalia asked as she leaned towards me for a kiss. I put her face between my hands and kissed her passionately.

“That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt!” I honestly replied.

“Just wait until you feel what my pussy can do!” Natalia whispered in my ear as she kissed my earlobe. She slowly lifted herself off of my cock. Cum dribbled out of her asshole coating her pussy lips.

Natalia slipped a finger between her crotch and brought it to her mouth. “Mmmm, your cum tastes good too!”

My cock gradually lost its erection once freed from her tight anus. Natalia rolled off of me and laid on her back next to me on the bed. Both of our bodies were hot and sweaty.

Natalia continued to play with her pussy, inserting two fingers between her cum-covered lips. I watched as her slender hands pleasured her own body. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she enjoyed herself.

I worked myself up onto my elbows and leaned towards Natalia. I gently kissed and licked her breast. Her nipple was hard as I nibbled on it. I heard Natalia moan as I enjoyed her tit in my mouth.

With my left hand I rubbed Natalia’s stomach and other breast. Her skin was soft and warm and smelled of coconut.

Natalia raised her hips into the air as she continued to finger her pussy. The sound of wetness was unmistakable. “Oh Wesley, I want you to fuck my pussy so bad!” She cried out.

Leaning on my right elbow, I grabbed my cock in my left hand to try and expedite another erection. I rubbed my hand up and down my shaft coaxing it into a hard-on. It didn’t take much watching Natalia masturbate next to me.

“Will this do the trick?” I said to Natalia. She opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at my crotch. Another smile stretched across her face.

“That’s exactly what my pussy needs!” Natalia yelled out as she pushed me onto my back and once again sat on top of me. She grabbed my cock and guided it between her aching pussy lips. Once lined up, she began to slide my hard cock inside her. Natalia gasped as she struggled to take my entire ten-inch length into her.

“Fuck you have a big cock!” She groaned. “How in hell did this fit in my ass?” She chuckled as she continued to stretch her pussy around my cock.

“Damn Natalia! You are so fucking hot.” I moaned as she rode my manhood. Her hands pressed on my chest as she pushed her body weight onto my cock. After a few minutes Natalia’s pussy was able to stretch enough to allow my entire length inside her.

“Fuck Wesley!” Natalia moaned. “This cock of yours is fucking unbelievable! My legs are shaking.”

Natalia slowly moved herself up and down as our bodies became one. She slowly increased the speed of her thrusts, driving herself closer and closer to a climax.

Natalia sat up and put her arms behind her head while she bobbed up and down on top of me. Her pussy felt amazing. I watched Natalia’s body heave and flex as we fucked one another.

“I’m going to cum baby!” Natalia breathed heavily. She leaned back and placed her hands between my legs as she continued to impale herself on my erection. I placed my hands on her hips to guide and control the angle of her body.

Natalia’s mouth was open wide and her head thrown back as she sucked in air. “Fuck me baby! Fuck me Wesley! Fuck me boss!” Natalia screamed out as her orgasm overtook her. “Yes, yes, yes, yessssssss!”

I had reached my own climax and began to cum again. I shot my load into Natalia not even thinking about the fact that I wasn’t wearing a condom. “I’m cumming baby!” I said out loud expecting Natalia to jump off of me.

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