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The House Of Robles Ch. 29

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When Foes Collide II

A familiar, red SUV pulled into the apartment complex’s parking lot, and luckily, found an empty spot in the guest parking stalls. The driver was none other than Carmela Diaz-Robles. With the eyes of a hawk, the Latina scanned the entirety of the vehicles sitting in the day’s dwindling sunlight. A moment later, she spotted her sister-in-law’s car, but her husband’s vehicle was nowhere to be seen.

“Damn it, he’s not here!” She grumbled.

Despite the setback, Carmela was not a woman who would allow her self to be deterred. Not any more. The bronze-skinned beauty was absolutely certain that Frankie had gotten the news about what she’d done recently. That had been her most recent infidelity, when Frankie’s cheating slut of a wife had not only sucked off his boss, but had also gotten her ass stuffed by one of his coworkers. The cunning woman had no idea of how her husband had reacted to her indiscretions, because her husband had never called her and said a word about it. Carmela had planned for and expected a confrontation with Frankie. It was crucial that her husband do that, because that’s when she was going to lay her secret trap on him. That’s when she was going to snare him into her clutches once again. But it hadn’t happened. Frankie had left her out in the cold yet again.

She could still get him back, Carmela thought, before she corrected herself. She would get him back, no matter what the cost. The next item on the woman’s master plan had been to show up randomly at the places Frankie frequented the most. Driving back to his workplace was now out of the question. It would be too easy for Frankie to cause a commotion there, and for his colleagues to get into the middle of their domestic squabble. Already Carmela had gone to his parents’ house a few times, with no luck. Now, she’d come here to his sister’s apartment.

And she wanted Frankie. She needed him, bad. Really bad!

Ever since Not-So-Hairy Jerry had introduced her to the joys of anal intercourse, Carmela had developed an unwavering fixation on it. She’d started small; with her middle finger first, but she’d since then she’d matured into using the rounded end of her hairbrush. The stupid brush had poked and stung at her thighs, Carmela recalled, and its end was rough against her flesh until she’d started coating the damned thing with disinfectant jelly. After that, she’d been able to shove that thing far enough into herself that the bristles were jabbing at her asshole.

That hadn’t been enough. The brush was barely thicker than her finger, prompting her to start prowling around the house and looking for something even larger to play with. Something that would increase her pleasure far more than that stupid little brush could. And not too long after that, she’d found it.

Carmela was vacuuming the apartment one day, shuffling back and forth across her bedroom floor, when the usual erotic thoughts began occupying her mind. She started to wish that Frankie were there, even if he was still angry with her, because she knew exactly how to make him forget all of that. Within moments, she would have gotten him to drop his pants and push her onto the bed, where he would most definitely fuck the shit out of her until she decided she had enough.

Absently, on that day she’d gripped the handle of her vacuum cleaner. As she glanced down at the handle, she noticed the thick, black piece of plastic in an entirely new light. The grip was ergonomically contoured to fit into a human hand, with a small rounded end, followed by a slight narrowing. Past this, it bulged out at the point where her fingers wrapped around it. She estimated the length of the handle to be at about five or six inches, before it curved down at an angle and widened into something… unmanageable.

Carmela had shut the vacuum off and walked over to the bed with it. Once she’d taken a seat, she leaned forward to study the handle closer. On a lark, she’d opened her mouth wide enough to see how much of it would fit into her mouth. That was when she’d discovered that the handle was only a teeny bit narrower than her husband’s cock.

Carmela stood the vacuum upright and she stared wonderingly at it. Then, she thought of how that long piece of plastic might feel if she stuck it into the place that was giving her all these cravings. Carmela felt her body anticipating the encounter, as eagerly as it had anticipated all of her other previous sexual adventures.

“Mr. Hoover, I’m feeling a little naughty right now.” Carmela nearly salivated as she imagined her newest fantasy. “How would you like to go up my ass?”

When the vacuum didn’t decline, she made her move on it. Half a dozen regular pillows, body pillows and cushions went on the floor, followed by the falling vacuum. She placed the vacuum on its front, with its handle up in the air and secured by the various pillows under it. When she felt everything was in position, she took the final step. This was to coat the plastic handle with jelly, and to smear an additional finger of the stuff up her butt.

The canlı bahis grip looked like a little black cock, Carmela considered, as she carefully descended her lower half onto it. It prodded at her butt-crack, until she’d adjusted both the vacuum and her body into a more sensual alignment. The little knob end slipped into her, making her shiver with the sheer audacity of what she was doing. Once Carmela had gotten comfortable enough, she was fucking it. Her fingers rubbed furiously at her pussy while she was doing this. Too quickly, she found her lean, shapely frame building up to orgasm. Carmela came, more excitedly and more prolonged than she normally would. Her expulsion was tremendous, leaking out all over and drenching her fingers.

It was so unexpectedly gratifying, Carmela thought, as she removed herself from the molded piece of plastic and began to inspect it. She’d have to clean the stupid thing, she knew, walking away to grab the window cleaner and an old towel. The sultry woman went on to wipe away any trace of what she had just done. Then, she put the vacuum into the closet and went on with her daily business.

But that was only the first time. Since then, she’d brought Mr. Hoover out to play whenever she’d been feeling that special itch. After a few minutes of careful preparation, that ready handle went up her ass again.

The last time, Carmela recalled, she’d leaned over on the edge of the bed and slid her tight butt onto that harsh plastic handle. Over her shoulder she watched what she was doing in the full-size mirror. Carmela got turned on in an overwhelming way, every time she would witness the vacuum penetrating her like this, every time she saw the way the long handle pushed into her and disappeared into her asshole. The result was that each and every one of her orgasms felt better than the last one.

Her next fantasy involved having a real man do this to her. That man, she resolved, was going to be none other than her husband, the elusive Frankie Robles. And now, she was in the parking lot by his sister’s apartment, determined to find her man.

As was her habit, Carmela glanced at her face in the SUV’s mirror, finding absolutely nothing wrong with it. She looked down at her attire next. That morning, she was wearing a tee shirt colored in heather gray, with a high-low hem and the shoulders cut out. Her lower half was adorned with form-hugging white jeans.

With her sexy appraisal done, Carmela arrogantly stepped out of her vehicle. Employing the haughty walk of a runway model, she approached the security door that blocked the parking section from the rest of the complex. A temporary roadblock halted the woman’s progress because she didn’t have a key to this one bastard door. Luckily a couple of kids were playing ball nearby. Carmela enticed one of them to come over and open it.

Full of confidence and fire, Carmela strode through the complex. She found the door to Melinda’s apartment cracked open. Brazenly, she pushed at it and walked inside as if she owned the place. Carmela had hardly taken two steps inside, when Melinda’s curious face appeared from around a corner of the apartment’s tiny kitchen. Frankie’s sibling was wearing a tee shirt in white with gray three-quarter sleeves, and the words ‘designated kisser’ emblazoned over the chest. Fading and distressed cut-off shorts covered her lower half. The shorts were in such a bad state that the legs were all frayed. The always fashion-conscious Carmela winced at the other woman’s drab assortment of clothing.

“Bitch, you don’t just walk into somebody’s home, you knock first.” Melinda snapped at her, instantly irritated by the other woman’s obvious bad vibe.

“Where’s Frankie?” Carmela countered.

“He’s not here.”

“I know that, because his car isn’t in the parking lot. Where is he?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Melinda barked. A second later, a smug look crossed the stripper’s face. “Maybe he’s getting laid right now, with somebody who doesn’t cheat on him!”

Carmela’s impatience got hold of her. “Tell me where he is, or…”

“Or what?”

“Or I’m going to make you tell me!” She threatened.

If there was one thing a bully like Melinda couldn’t tolerate, it was being bullied around by somebody else. She disappeared into the kitchen, but only for a quick moment, as if she had to finish something up or put something away. Once that was taken care of, she strolled back into the living room and set her hands defiantly on her hips.

“Why don’t you get the fuck out of my apartment?” Melinda menaced.

The air between them became as icy as frozen tundra.

The two angry women sized themselves up.

Carmela stood at five-eight, with not an ounce of fat on her body. She was a workout fanatic, and could dependably be found at the gym three to four days out of every seven. She was one hundred and fifteen pounds of lean, toned muscle, with an emphasis on high intensity cardio. Because she was an alpha female, she was not about to be denied by a woman whom she thought was leagues below her lofty standards.

Across bahis siteleri the living room, Melinda’s height measured up to five-four. She tipped the scales at about the same spot as her counterpart. This was a tough woman who made her living in exotic dancing, and who was constantly inventing new routines and regimens with which to sculpt her body and strengthen her legs. That dedication was coupled with a mean streak that had evolved from her being brought up on the streets of a rough and tumble neighborhood.

Melinda would not have minded at all getting into a tussle with this bold bitch that had just invaded her place of residence. She could bring Miss High And Mighty down a few notches, just to show Carmela that despite her fancy trappings and her little air of superiority, she was still just a bitch from the same part of town that Melinda came from.

“Did you want me to spell that out for you?” Melinda further taunted her adversary. “Get. The fuck. Out!”

Carmela swiveled on her designer sandals and stomped over to the front door. She slammed it shut, hard enough to knock Melinda’s clock off the wall and send it tumbling down to the carpet with a crash. She turned toward her nemesis and glared.

“No hair-pulling and no face shots.” Melinda started across the living room. “Can you handle that, you full-time slut?”

Carmela did not respond verbally. Instead, she marched directly and deliberately at Melinda. The pair of sexual titans met in the center of the living room. It could be said that Melinda fought like a man, as she held up her left forearm to block anything Carmela threw at her, while she punched out viciously with her right. Two of her hard strikes caught Carmela high on the shoulder and on the chest, hard enough to halt the other woman’s momentum.

Carmela countered the attack by slashing out a leg that caught Melinda’s middle. Successfully, Carmela had knocked the wind out of her nemesis. She slammed two hammer fists into Melinda’s back, before she shrieked in fury and pushed the stripper onto the coffee table.

Melinda went past the coffee table, and into the narrow space between that piece of furniture and the couch, just as Carmela had hoped. With Melinda’s thick frame partially pinned against the heavy couch, Carmela dove on top of her and started raining down blows, at least until Melinda got her arms up and started blocking her.

They wrestled there, in that confined space between the coffee table and the couch, until Melinda managed to get some leverage. Using the considerable strength of her legs, she pushed out against the couch, grinding Carmela’s frame against the table until she ended up on top of her. The sound of Carmela’s thirty-five dollar shirt ripping further enraged the classy woman. Her ensuing frenzy overtook her and made her reckless, serving to give the advantage to her enemy, but this lasted only a brief moment.

Melinda ended up with her lower body caught between the other woman’s legs. The fierce Carmela was also struggling to free herself, as Melinda managed to clamp her strong hands onto both of her wrists. They’d gotten themselves into a spot where neither one had the upper hand against the other. Melinda’s breaths were hot and heavy on Carmela’s face, and they were both glaring into one another’s eyes.

“You ripped my shirt, you bitch!” Carmela spat out. “You owe me a new one!”

“I don’t owe you anything; that’s what you get for storming into my apartment like you just did.” Melinda brought her face down closer. “What are you going to do now, huh? I’ve got you right where I want to!”

Carmela tried to free her arms by wrangling back and forth against Melinda, until the stripper managed to roll over. Although they were still pushing and pulling, Melinda successfully used her full body weight to keep her opponent pinned down.

“Get off of me!” Carmela demanded.

“I don’t think so.” Melinda replied, realizing she had Carmela in a bad spot. The stripper looked directly into the other woman’s eyes. “Let’s not fight anymore. You just say that I got the best of you, and I’ll let you go.”

“You did not get the best of me!” Carmela balked.

Roughly, Carmela began trying to squirm out of Melinda’s hold again. When she couldn’t, a lot of the frustration she had over her husband started welling up inside of her. Everything she tried kept blowing up in her face, and she was sick and tired of it! With her body going through anger, bitterness and frustration, Carmela’s only remaining option was to glower up at the woman holding her captive. Melinda didn’t look angry anymore, Carmela noticed. She looked… what was that in her face?

“Do you remember that one day, when we were playing volleyball in the pool?” Melinda asked, staring back at her. “I wanted to kick your ass that day, because you kept spiking the ball at me. You remember? You kept trying to show me up in front of all those guys that were in the pool with us. I kept asking myself later, why had I gotten so upset with you? I mean, there were like ten guys in the pool, bahis şirketleri so why should I care if you were trying to get some of them to give you attention? I know I can get plenty of guys on my own, so why did that bother me so much?”

Below her, Carmela’s arms went lax, finally, as she tried to comprehend what Melinda was getting at.

“I figured it out.” Melinda revealed. “You’re hotter than I am. You’re prettier than I am, you have a better body than I do, and you probably could take all those guys away from me, if you really wanted to.”

Carmela was stunned. “I thought the same thing about you. That’s why I was trying so hard to get their attention away from you, so they could look at me instead. I hate being second-best to anybody.”

“That’s what makes you a bitch.” Melinda replied. “But that’s okay, because you know that I’m just as much a bitch as you are. I’m going to let go of your hands, but I want you to keep them exactly where I put them. Okay?”

Carmela’s first impression was that it was a trick. Guardedly, she allowed Melinda to slide her arms down past her chest and abdomen. When Carmela’s hands were down by her thighs, Melinda lifted them and put them squarely on her ass. Her big, thick ass, Carmela considered, her big, sexy ass.

Tenderly, Melinda’s hands came back up to Carmela’s face. Melinda ran her fingers over her capture’s cheeks, over her lips, and up to where they coursed through Carmela’s silky smooth hair.

“Tell me that you think I’m hotter than you.” Melinda requested, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I did think that.” Carmela admitted. “I’m thinking that right now.”

“So what happens when two hot women get together?” Melinda asked.

Carmela’s mind was reeling with confusion. She’d come here to get answers about her husband, and she’d armed herself with a black attitude and violence to make certain she wouldn’t leave without those answers. What the hell had just happened? Now, she was lying on the floor, and Frankie’s sister, whom she’d just been fighting with, was coming on to her! Melinda was a woman! She’d never even considered doing anything with a woman before, because she’d never thought a woman could possibly satisfy her in the same way that a man could.

“Tell me that I got the best of you.” Melinda said, but it didn’t sound like a taunt anymore. It sounded more like a flirt.

Carmela’s hands coursed over the curvy expanse of the stripper’s rear end. She’d been so jealous of that ass before, because it was so pronounced and perfect. It was a J-Lo type ass, guaranteed to make men’s mouths water, and to make the covers of the tabloids and the celebrity gossip shows. And now, she was lucky enough to hold it. Tentatively, Carmela gave that big, delicious ass a squeeze, and it felt so good to do it!

Above her, she observed that Melinda was squirming sensually, as if the stripper could barely control herself.

“Tell me.” Melinda insisted.

Carmela started wondering what it would be like with a woman. Although her pride would never admit to defeat, this once, just this once, she decided to acquiesce. “You got the best of me. You won, that’s why you’re on top right now.”

Melinda’s head lowered, until her mouth was resting against Carmela’s ear. Softly, she said, “You got the best of me, too. We both think we’re hot, but not as hot as the woman we’re holding. That makes us both even, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I can agree with that.”

“Tell me that you want me.” Melinda changed tactics.

Carmela thought this over, but it didn’t take her too long to say, “I’ve never been with a woman before, but I want you. I want you to be the first one.”

“Ever since that day at the pool, I’ve wanted you, too.” Melinda replied.

Carmela watched, as the other woman lifted her body up on all fours. She watched as Melinda reached for her middle and did two things. With a single hand, she popped the button on her shorts, and she undid the zipper. Then, Melinda settled her voluptuous body back on top of hers.

Carmela’s mouth opened up, as Melinda’s lips came down to greet it. The stripper’s lips were supple against hers, and her kisses tender. From the start, Carmela had decided to give as good as she got, so the kissing soon became mutual. Two brand new lovers became enthralled with one another, down on the carpet, in that narrow space between the couch and the table.

Carmela knew the reason why Melinda had undone the front of her shorts, too. She slid her enthusiastic hands back over the stripper’s fat butt, no longer gentle but really groping at it. Next, she went to the waistband, which was now loose and inviting. Carmela slipped her fingers past the coarse denim, and onto bare, seductive flesh.

Melinda reached behind her, drawing the shorts down to reveal her exemplary rear end, to expose it to Carmela and to the room, and to the entire world it seemed. Carmela wasted no time in grasping it, kneading the meaty globes, becoming intoxicated by the resultant moans that were coming out of Melinda’s mouth. Sometimes those moans were close enough to filter into her needy mouth. Carmela was holding another woman’s bare ass in her hands. Not only that, but this was a woman whom she felt was every bit her rival when it came to looks and figure.

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The Hot Tub

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The Hot Tub

The weather was cool this evening. Low 60’s. Not cold, but a good night for the hot tub after a long day.

I walked out into the back yard and went behind the privacy screen that conceals the hot tub from all the neighbors, but doesn’t hide the view of the lake. I’m glad it faces west as it allows a beautiful view of the sunsets. I fold back the cover and turn on the jets, then check the temperature, a perfect 101°.

I take off my robe and hang it on a hook, then slowly slip into the hot water. I find a low seat where the water jets hit my shoulders to relax away the tensions of the day. Only two things could make this better, a nice double shot of Crown Royal on ice and you.

But I’m out of whiskey, and you’re still at work. The sunset is another forty five minutes away and you aren’t going to be home for an hour or so yet. So I’ll just soak for a short time and then fix dinner for us so we can at least share a nice dinner when you get home.

I close my eyes and lean my head back. It’s nice to relax, but it’s always better when you are here next to me.

I hear the back door open and close. I know it’s you, I can tell just by the sound of your feet padding across the deck and onto the grass. I listen with my eyes closed as you walk around the hot tub behind me and place your hands over my eyes.

“Keep your eyes closed and do not talk,” you say.

You move away and I keep my eyes closed just like you said. I listen closely as you walk away. I hear the soft rustle of clothes as you undress. I wish I could see you, watching you undress is such an erotic sight for me, seeing the clothing fall away to show your flawless beauty a little at a time. One step, then another, and I feel the surface of the water ripple as you slide in. I sense you moving nearer, feel the pressure waves in the water as you come closer to me. You take hold of my wrists and lift them to the rim of the tub.

“Keep your hands where they are until I tell you otherwise.”

You lean in and begin to kiss me. Only our lips touching, the kiss deepens as our tongues tease and twist. I feel your hands at the backs of my knees, urging me forward until I am sitting on the edge of the seat. Sitting on my knees you press your breasts to my chest, avoiding any other contact.

Breaking our kiss, your hands cup my face and hold me still as you rise up out of the water and place a breast to my lips. Not needing to be told, I begin to lick the areola surrounding the hardening tip of your nipple, swirling around in tighter circles until the tip of my tongue is brushing against the sides of your now hard nipple. Quickly, my lips capture your nipple and I begin to draw it into my mouth, my tongue rapidly brushing over, around and flicking at it, bringing it to full hardness. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you pull away to guide me to your other breast where I repeat the attention I gave to the first one.

Another delightful sigh escapes from your lips as you pull away, lowering back into the warm water until your breasts are floating freely, the tips of your now excited nipples brushing across my chest. I can feel your taut nipples lightly trailing over my chest under the water, seeking out and finding the hard tips of my own nipples. It always amuses me that our nipples are spaced alike and that we both have sensitive points that we like touched, teased and toyed with. As your hard nubs touch mine you press your breasts against my chest, flattening them to continue kissing me once more.

Cool air replaces the warmth of your hands as they release my face to slip under the water to travel down between us finding my already hard shaft. I feel as well as hear the gentle purr of satisfaction from deep in your throat when you wrap your hands around me, slowly beginning stroking me up and down. My thighs part, opening wide to give you unrestricted access to me, but the motion also opens your thigh too, exposing your sex and ass to the warm water and the bubbles from the tubs jets. One of your hands transitions lower, cupping my sac as you gently start to roll my balls around, the other hand holding tightly around my shaft, your thumb pointing up, where it begins playing across the bahis firmaları sensitive patch of skin on the underside of my shaft just below the swollen head.

Without missing a beat or roll, you slip off my thighs to kneel on the bottom of the tub, lowering your floating breasts into the warm bubbling water down until the top edges of your shoulders drop just under the water. Your grip on my shaft tightens and increases in tempo, causing me to utter sounds of complete surrender and bliss at your ministrations. My hips begin to rise and fall in time with the movements of your hands, the urgency slowly building.

With gentle authority, you pull upwards on my cock, coaxing my hips up and lifting my ass off of the seat I am sitting on. You release my balls and dart your hand under my ass, lifting me higher until my back arches and my hard cock breaks the surface of the water. I feel your grip slack and let go of me, the hand sliding between my groin and cock. As your palm slides up and down the upper side of my shaft, you apply more and more pressure until I am pointing towards the sky. My chest, abdomen and cock are exposed to the cooler night air and you watch as my nipples harden in the response.

Leaning in, your tongue lavishes along the length of my cock from base to tip and back several times. The combined sensation of your warm soft tongue, the cool night air and the firm smoothness of your hand, has me at full hardness. On the last stroke up, when your tongue reaches the bottom edge of my swollen head, your hand wraps firmly around my shaft, pulling me towards you so that the shaft is pointing towards the darkening sky, and then farther back until you can wrap your lips around the swollen head.

From deep inside my chest a low groan of utter pleasure escapes from my throat, reaching your ears. I can feel the smile of satisfaction that curls at the corners of your lips as you bob on the head and first inch of my cock with your mouth. The hand that is wrapped around my shaft begins to slide along the iron hard shaft, adding to the erotic sensations of your mouth and tongue.

The tempo of your movements increases and I grip the edge of the tub tighter, trying to hold onto the sanity that is quickly fading in response to the actions of your lips and tongue. But you know my body well, and play me until I am balancing on the edge of orgasm, teetering on the razor’s edge of release, holding me there as your hand pumps over my shaft.

After what seems to me to be hours, but in reality is probably only a couple of minutes, you lift up off the head of my cock quickly, your lips coming off with a soft pop as the suction is broken. I thrust my hips up as the cool air of the dusk surrounds me. You chuckle quietly, watching my hips spasm up and down, seeking the warmth of your mouth as the cool air contacts the hot, wet skin of my engorged head. You can feel the tremors traveling through my body as I slide back from the edge of orgasm. A keening sound, almost a whine, but more of a whimper escapes me.

I want to take you. Thoughts of standing up, pulling you up out of the water, spinning you around, bending you over, thrusting deeply into you, driving into you repeatedly, holding your hips in my hands as I forcefully fuck you from behind enter my mind. The desire to take you now is overwhelming and hard to keep at bay. My body wants to move and my mind is awash with the things I want to do to you. But in my mind I hear the sound of your sultry voice telling me to keep my hands on the edge of the tub and not to move them. The memory of you telling me ‘until I tell you otherwise’ rings loud. I know that this is your time. Yours to give and take pleasure the way you want. The choice of receiving or providing up to you.

Your hands release my shaft suddenly and my cock springs back up to wetly slap against the skin of my abdomen, bouncing a few times before settling at my natural forty five degree angle upwards. I feel your hands slide along my skin under the warm water until they find my hips, lowering me down under the surface. The warm water is a shocking contrast to cool evening air, and it reminds me of the warmth of you mouth, but lacks the wonderful and erotic feeling kaçak iddaa of contact that your lips and tongue give.

Sitting on the seat once again, you move from between my thighs and I immediately miss the feeling of your skin against mine. Using your hands, you close my thighs until my knees are touching. I feel the pressure of your hands on my knees as you use me to steady yourself standing up out of the water.

I hear the burble of the water as you stand, the water splashing back into the tub as it runs off your smooth skin. A mental image of you standing naked in the soft light of dusk, water beads left dotting your skin as you stand like a second layer of twinkling freckles, goosebumps rising across your skin to mimic the hard tips of the nipples that cap your breasts as the cool air brushes over your body floats through my mind.

Slowly you turn and move back so that your knees are outside mine, our calves aligned and feet touching. I feel the tensing of the toned muscles in your legs as you lower yourself onto my lap, your well formed backside settling onto my groin as wiggle slightly side to side to center my cock between the cheeks of your posterior. Satisfied that I am deeply ensconced in the valley of your cheeks, you angle farther back to rest on my chest.

Beginning with a light kiss to the back of your neck I begin to kiss, lick, nibble and savor every inch of skin that is in reach of my lips. I hear a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your chest as you begin to roll your hips, sliding the globes of your ass over the hard cock nestled there. The friction of your skin on mine feels wonderful and I begin to thrust in counterpoint to the rolling of your hips. We slip and slide together for a few blissful minutes before you cease moving. Slowly you lift up, reaching betwixt us to pull my hard shaft from under you, before settling back down so that the spine of my shaft parts the lips of your sex and you can feel the swollen head of my cock resting on your excited clit.

Delicately your hips move, up then down, then side to side, then in circles, pressing against me harder, using my shaft to part the lips of your sex wider and causing the head of my cock to bump your clit from every direction possible. I can feel the slippery heat escaping from within your body, your natural lubricant coating my shaft, its texture so different from the warm water of the hot tub. Your movements build in tempo along with your need and desire. Small quivers of pleasure are coursing through you and I can feel them everywhere we are touching.

Not being able to see you has heightened my other senses.

I can smell your excitement on the skin of your body, the light scent of the perfume that you put on this morning and the clean smell of your shampoo.

I can hear your sounds of pleasure, escaping from your throat, the moans, the whimpers and the purrs.

I can feel your heat against me, igniting my body everywhere you are touching me, caressing me, exciting me.

I can taste your skin, from the first kiss you gave me tonight, to the sweet softness of your tongue on mine and the smooth skin of your neck and shoulders.

Slowing the movements of your body, you reach down and press the palm of a hand along the underside of my cock as your hips still, trapping me and holding me tightly to your sex. Sliding up along my shaft you stand, wrapping your hand around me tightly, holding me in place. As the head of my cock breaks contact with your sex you switch hands, reaching from behind you so that you can turn around, facing me.

Still holding my shaft tightly, you move closer and straddle my hips, positioning me at your entrance and stopping. I feel you slide the end of my shaft away from your opening and through the parted lips of your sex to bump over your clit, only to reverse course back to where you started, sometimes farther back and over the puckered ring of your back entrance. Over and over, up then down, sometimes lifting your hips to tease yourself, other times with more pressure to firmly rub me against your pleasure spots.

Unexpectedly, when you are centered over me you sink down quickly, driving me up into your center with a single motion until kaçak bahis I am seated fully inside you. Your hands go to my shoulders and hold on as your arch backwards, rotating your hips to seat me deeply, the insides of your thighs resting on my hips as you become still, enjoying the feeling of me inside you.

Several moments go by with me fully engulfed in the warmth of your body before you start to move, beginning a long slow grind on me. I can feel you rock your hips forward, riding me, moving at different angles so that sometimes my cock sides over your g-spot and others your clit presses and bumps my pubic bone. Sometimes lifting your hips so that I slip in and out of you or riding high with only the swollen head of my cock inside you.

As your arousal begins to climb, your movements become more regular and rhythmic. You lean in close to me and hold my face in your hands as you kiss me deeply, sharing a long, breathless kiss. A hand slips behind my neck for balance as your lips leave mine and you arch back as far as possible, as the other hand delves between us find the pearl in the oyster of your sex, fingers slowly starting to wiggle over it in a side to side rhythm.

Tentatively you start to undulate your hips, keeping me seated as deeply as possible inside the warmth of your body. My hard cock stretches you in the most delightful of ways, filling you up and hitting all the right spots. As your appetite increases, so does the oscillation of your hips, moving me inside you. The feeling of your velvet sheath moving and caressing the head and shaft of my cock as you slip and slide over me is wildly erotic.

Even though I can’t see you, I know that your pleasure is rising, coloring your chest and face in a rosy flush of passion that I so love to watch. It spreads across your chest, up your neck and over your face as you give in to the physical pleasure and emotional satisfaction of these moments.

Subtly the motion of your hips changes so that as you rise and fall, the ridge around the base of my engorged head bumps over the sensitive bundle of nerves that line the inner front of your canal and then slides along the back wall on the opposite stroke.

Your back arches a bit farther, the hand behind my neck tightens to hold on, I feel the tension in your legs as you rise and fall and can feel your lower hand between us working fervently on the excited nub at the apex of your sex.

I hear the splashing of the water on your skin, accompanied by a low and long moan as you begin to ride along the wave of your approaching orgasm. Sensually your body moves in the water, over me, around me. A building tension in the muscles of your body, declaring the intensity of the nearing pleasure.

I always enjoy these moments of intense pleasure that course through you, clearly expressing the joy of our physical union that are an extension of the emotional connections we share. They are profoundly private, only for us, a place we can be just us, where no one else can intrude.

The steady rise of your excitement crashes over the precipice and into the pure bliss of your orgasm. I can feel the well exercised muscles of your legs and abdomen as spasms and twitches flow over and through you, prolonging the pleasure you are feeling. The hand at the junction of our bodies slows to an unhurried pace, delightfully circling the tender bundle of nerves above the spot where our bodies meet.

After a few minutes, when your heartbeat returns to somewhat normal beating, your hands move and cup my face. I can smell your sex on your fingers as you move in and kiss me, your tongue teasing over my lips before plunging deep into my welcoming mouth. Your kisses are always the best to me.

Gradually you lift off my lap, my still hard cock withdrawing from inside your warm body. The water feeling cooler than the heat of your body causes my cock to jolt and bounce, tapping against the still parted lips of your slit and exposed clit.

Your legs straighten as you begin to stand while still kissing me, bending at the waist. Covering my eyes as your lips part from mine, your lips travel to my ear to whisper, “Keep your eyes closed and don’t speak. Count to one hundred and come find me in the house after I get out of the water……….”.

I hear you leave the hot tub, water cascading off your body. And I begin to count in my head, one, two three, four………………

To be continued…

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The Girl with Two Boyfriends Ch. 01

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Prelude

This is an edited version of my earlier story by the same name. The main change is that the action is all described in more detail and there’s more of it, which according to the feedback is what most readers want.

The story starts a bit slowly, but don’t be put off; there’s plenty of action of all types later. And please resist the temptation to skip the early sections; the scene-setting is a vital part of the story. I’ve trimmed the introduction as much as I can without spoiling the plot – Plot? Yes, there is a plot – it’s not just a series of sex scenes!

* * * * *

Isabel was bored and lonely. Since moving away from her home town for a new job, it had been all work and no play. It was Saturday morning and yet again, she had nothing planned for the weekend. As she ate her breakfast alone, she thought about what she could do to improve things. “I know,” she finally said out loud, “I’ll join a dating site. Maybe I’ll meet someone really nice.” After breakfast, she fetched her laptop and started researching on-line dating sites. One seemed to stand out, so she took the plunge and joined as an associate member.

The site had a search facility with filters, which allowed her to focus on profiles that met her criteria. Amongst the weirdos, the ugly and the past-its, there were several that seemed interesting, so she decided to write her own profile. She followed the guidelines and by lunch time was happy with what she had written. She uploaded three good photos and clicked on the ‘publish’ button. A message appeared informing her that her profile would become visible to the male members as soon as it had been checked by the moderator. She logged out.

She got herself some lunch, went food shopping and did her household chores. By late afternoon, she’d finished and was ready for a cup of tea. Whilst relaxing with her tea, she powered up her laptop again and logged back on to the site. Her profile was now live and there were sixteen messages from men who were interested in her. “Wow,” she exclaimed, “that was quick!” But her joy was short-lived; they were mostly just a load of weirdos. Amongst them were a few sex-crazy men who were clearly only after one thing. She wasn’t that sort of girl, but nevertheless, she was intrigued.

One in particular looked extremely attractive and in his message to her, he described in full, exactly what he wanted to do to her. She was repulsed, but couldn’t resist reading what he had written again and again. As she read his message for the forth time, she undid her jeans and slipped her hand into her panties. “Your body belongs to me,” she read, “and I’m going to lick you and make you come when I decide you deserve it.” She started to finger her clit. “Open your legs for me, so that I can slip my tongue in.”

“Oh, my god, I wouldn’t mind him doing that to me.” Now she was frantically rubbing herself. She looked at his picture and imagined a thick long cock, hiding in his trousers, ready to ravish her. “Put it in, don’t keep me waiting.”

“Once you’re begging for it, I’ll give it to you – all twelve inches of it.”

“Oh, my god – twelve inches, that’s impossible!”

“Reply to my message and tell me you want it.”

“Oh, god, yes – I want it; I want it. Arrrghh, yes, oh, god yes, give it to me, I want it.” She continued rubbing herself as she reached her climax. “Arrrghh, yes, arrrrrgggh. Oh my god.”

“After I’m finished, my friends will want a turn in you too,” she read.

“Oh, my god, yes, fuck me, all of you. Aaaaarggh, yes.”

Afterwards, she sat there panting, surprised and embarrassed at the strength of her orgasm. “God, I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed it over the last couple of months.” She looked back at the screen and read the message again. “Yuk!” she said out loud, “that’s not the sort of man I want – I need someone who wants me for more than just my body. He’s disgusting!” She deleted the message and blocked the sender.

Unfortunately, none of the others seemed to be suitable either, so she blocked them all too. Disappointed, she logged out and turned off her laptop. However, over the next couple of days she received several carefully written messages from men who had obviously taken the time to read her profile and who seemed to be interested in more than just how shaggable she looked. That was more like it! By Tuesday evening, there were eleven men on her ‘maybe’ list. It was decision time. Everything up till then had been free, but if she wanted to send any messages herself or reply to those she’d received, she had to become a full member and that was expensive. After thinking about it, she decided it was worth it, so she paid the fee.

She then spent the rest of the evening replying to each of the eleven ‘maybes’. After exchanging several messages with them over the following few days, she agreed to meet six of them in person and arranged safe meeting places, as advised by the site. Two, she decided when she met them, were boring, so she ruled illegal bahis them out. She was pleased to learn that the remaining four were all keen to see her again.

The site had various help pages, one of which discussed the thorny subject of dating multiple partners. The general advice was that it was alright to date several partners in the early days, since these dates weren’t really dates as such, but were more like interviews for the role of a partner.

There was also a thread on the site’s forum, entitled ‘When to go exclusive’. Opinions varied. At one extreme, somebody claimed that ‘as soon as you agree to meet somebody, you should cease all communication with everyone else.’ That seemed far too strict to Isabel and in any case, she’d already broken that rule. At the other extreme, someone suggested that ‘as soon as you go to bed with someone, you should not date anyone else’. Well, yes, thought Isabel, that’s pretty obvious. She decided that she would ‘go exclusive’ well before that time, but in the meantime, it was acceptable to continue ‘interviewing’ the four men.

She was amazed to read that several people thought it fine in this day and age to keep several bed-partners and that therefore there was no need ever to ‘go exclusive’. That’s gross, thought Isabel, really gross. She wasn’t a prude, but fancy allowing some man’s cock inside you after it had just been inside another woman or worse still, allowing several men to have you in quick succession. I hope that none of the men I’m interested in thinks that that sort of behaviour is acceptable. She shuddered at the thought.

Over the next week, she saw all four men a second time. They all seemed very keen on her and although she couldn’t quite make her mind up which she preferred, she thought that Dan and Tim were better long term prospects than Mike or Steve. She’d never been spoilt for choice like this before and decided to see each of them one more time before making up her mind.

She was pleased with herself. She had managed to arrange third dates with all four men on consecutive days, starting on Wednesday. She decided she would make her mind up by Sunday and allow the lucky one to take her to bed that very night. She was already tingling between her legs at the thought – it had been too long – far too long and she could hardly wait.

She thought about the attractive man who had sent the message to her describing what he wanted to do to her and regretted having deleted it. Although she didn’t really want such a man, she would have liked to read his message again. Maybe on Sunday, the man she eventually chose would do something similar to her. Her hand reached up under her skirt and pushed her panties aside. “Oh, god, yes; slip your tongue into me.” She dipped her finger into her dripping wet cunt to moisten it then started to rub her clit. “God, I can’t wait till Sunday. I wonder which man it will be.” She thought about each of them in turn. “My body belongs to you.” But she didn’t yet know which one she would choose. “Twelve inches! Oh, my god.” She then imagined all four queuing up to take turns with her. “Oh, my god, aaaarrrgh, yes, take me.” She dipped her finger back into her cunt to get more lubrication and returned to fingering her clit. “Who’s next? Aaaargh, yes.” She came hard. “Aaaaaargh, oh, god, fuck me again, yes, aaaaaaarrrrrrgh. Who’s next? Aaaaaargh.”

“Oh, my god,” she said when she calmed down. “That’s disgusting – what’s happening to me. Why am I imagining such things? I must be really sex-starved. I don’t want men queuing up to take turns in me; I want a proper loving boyfriend who wants to look after me and make me happy.” She banished from her mind, all thoughts of that vulgar man who had sent her that disgusting message.

* * * * *

On Wednesday evening, she rushed home from work, showered, dressed and did her makeup in time for Dan, who had arranged to take her to his favourite Italian restaurant. When the doorbell rang, she opened it to let him in.

“Oh, you look lovely – that black dress really suits your blond hair.” She invited him in and showed him around. “The restaurant’s booked for eight – you ready?”

“Yes, ready when you are.” She was pleased; he was clearly taken with the way she looked – her little black dress always turned heads.

It was a fifteen minute drive to the restaurant. The food there was good and so was the wine. She was warming fast to Dan. He was clearly a regular at that restaurant and she was impressed. “You obviously come here a lot.”

“Well, yes, I live just round the corner and I discovered this place shortly after I moved in and I’ve been coming ever since. It’s a bit off the beaten track, so they have to try harder to get the customers to come back and I think you’ll agree they do a great job.”

“It’s perfect. I’ve had such a wonderful evening. Do you really live nearby?”

“Yes, I do – walking distance. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but if you want to see my place, since illegal bahis siteleri I’ve now seen yours, we could have coffee there instead of here. But, of course, if you’d rather stay here, then I understand.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, is that it?”

He laughed. “Well, maybe we should just have coffee here, which is what I originally intended.”

She liked the fact that he wasn’t pushing her, just offering – a point in his favour – so she decided it was safe enough to accept his offer.

“No, no, I’d love to see where you live.”

He paid the bill and after a couple of minutes in the car, they were at his flat.

“Come into the kitchen with me, while I make the coffee, then I’ll show you round.” He filled the kettle and switched it on. When he turned to face her, she was leaning against the far counter with her long blond hair cascading down the front of her little black dress. She had that ‘please fuck me now’ look about her that turned all men on instantly. Dan could feel his cock twitching and hoped that she hadn’t noticed.

He walked over to her and kissed her gently on the lips. When she didn’t resist, he put his arms round her and kissed her again, this time more passionately. It took her a bit by surprise, but it felt wonderful. It had been a long time since she’d been kissed at all, let alone like this. As he kissed her, his left hand moved slowly up and onto her tit. She didn’t object, so he squeezed it gently through her dress. It was lovely and firm and he could feel her nipple hardening under her bra.

When his hand crept down to the hem of her dress, she shivered. He slid his hand up her bare leg under her dress as he continued to kiss her, causing goose pimples to form all down her body. Oh, god, she thought, I’m not ready for this; I haven’t decided which man I want yet – but it does feel good.

His other hand was behind her back pulling her towards him and he shuffled a bit to the side to give the hand under her dress space to move. She broke away from his kiss, buried her face in his chest and moaned quietly as his hand traced a line across the front of her panties to the ‘V’ between her legs. Without realising what she was doing, she parted her legs slightly. He felt for the edge of the material, pushed it gently aside and slid his finger into her slit. She gasped as his finger entered her cunt. “Oh, my god, yes.” The kettle had long since boiled, but coffee was the last thing on their minds.

She just loved being fingered – any resistance that she might have had left melted away. No man had ever got that far with her without ending up with a wet cock. So five minutes later, she was lying naked on Dan’s bed with her legs apart while he pumped away between them. “Oh, my god,” she cried, “it feels so good.”

He thought so too!

As he fucked her, he looked down at her face. The ‘please fuck me now’ look had been replaced by one of sheer ecstasy. She was writhing about underneath him, squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles and moaning and gasping with his every thrust.

Holy mackerel! She’s fantastic, he thought. I haven’t had one this good for ages. He started thrusting harder. Her cunt sucked him back in every time he pulled away and she was velvety soft inside. There was no way he was going to last long with such a girl wiggling around underneath him.

“Oh, my god, Dan, don’t stop … I’m coming … oh, my god, yes,” she cried. He continued pumping and could feel his own climax approaching too. Half a dozen more pumps and cum started streaming out of his cock. The feel of it hitting her cervix tipped her over the edge. “Fuck me hard, Dan; arrrrgh, oh god, yes, aaaarrrrrgh.” He stayed inside her while she calmed down then flopped down on the bed beside her.

They lay together afterwards, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Oh, god, she thought, that wasn’t meant to happen, even though I loved it. She thought about the remaining three men. Well, I guess this makes my mind up as to which of the four I’m going to choose. I’ll have to cancel my other three dates. She glanced over at the bedside clock.

“Christ, I didn’t realise it was that late and I’m working in the morning.”

“I’ll run you back whenever you say, but I’d love you to spend the rest of the night with me then let me take you home in the morning.”

She thought about it. “Well, I would need to be home by seven, so that I can get ready for work and get there in time.”

“No problem – I can set the alarm.”

He fucked her again before they went to sleep and he fucked her again in the morning after the alarm went off. They got up, had a rushed breakfast and he drove her home. She was happy at last – she had a new boyfriend and what’s more, he was much better in bed than her previous one. She agreed to see him again on Saturday evening. Things were looking good at last!

* * * * *

She almost managed to get to work on time, but being a few minutes late wasn’t a problem, canlı bahis siteleri since fortunately, her boss was away on business. When no one was looking, Isabel logged on to her dating site and sent messages to Steve and Tim, cancelling Friday’s and Saturday’s dates. She was going to miss both of them.

However, cancelling tonight’s date with Mike was going to be a problem. She was due to go to his flat for dinner and he had told her that he would do most of the cooking the evening before. That meant that he had already bought all the food and had already spent the time cooking it. If she cancelled now, he’d be stuck with a load of cooked food and no one to share it with. She felt awful about that. What’s worse, she had been in bed with somebody else, whilst he had been slaving over a hot stove for her. How bad was that? She felt really guilty about the whole situation.

She wondered how best to proceed. In the end, she thought: I’ll just have to go through with tonight’s date, not arrange another one with him and then finish with him in a few days time – yes, that would work – not ideal, but at least he won’t have to throw a whole load of nice food away and we’ll both get to enjoy one last evening together. All she needed to do was to be on her best behaviour and keep him at arm’s length – shouldn’t be too difficult. Like Steve and Tim, she would miss Mike too.

When she got home after work, she showered, put her little black dress on again and after doing her make up, set off in her car to the address that Mike had given her. She knocked on the door and Mike opened it.

“Wow, you look absolutely stunning! You trying to seduce me or something? If so, you’ve chosen a bad time, ’cause I’m hungry and dinner’s nearly ready.”

She laughed. Mike’s sense of humour was one of his strong points. On reflection though, she regretted wearing her little black dress. She realised with hindsight, that she should have chosen something more conservative – something less sexy. The last thing she wanted to do now was to get him all worked up since she was now planning to dump him in a couple of days.

He led her into the kitchen. “Glass of wine?”

She needed something to calm her nerves, so that seemed like a good idea. “Yes please, white if you’ve got it.”

“Glass of white wine coming up – pint or a half?”

She laughed again. “Just a small one – I’m driving, remember.” He poured two glasses of white wine and handed one to her.

“Cheers! Does the black dress signify that you’re a naughty girl?”

“What?” Oh, my god, she thought, how does he know?

“Well, white signifies purity or innocence and black signifies the opposite.”

“Er, I …”

“I’m sorry; don’t look so embarrassed; I’m only teasing.” He laughed. “You do look absolutely stunning in that dress though – sexy enough to seduce a gay bishop.” He lent forward and kissed her briefly on the cheek. “Here, put these two plates on the table behind you, while I put the vegetables on, then we can eat.”

She heaved a sigh of relief – he didn’t suspect anything about last night – he was just joking. She took the two plates and put them on the table in the corner. They sat down to eat and his light-hearted manner soon had her laughing almost continuously. She felt relaxed and content in his presence. The dinner that he had cooked was good and she enjoyed the wine that he had chosen to go with it too. When they had eaten, she offered to wash up.

“No need, I’ll do it tomorrow. Come on through to the lounge.”

“No, I’ll do it now.” She jumped up and carried the plates over to the sink, filled the bowl with hot water, squeezed some washing up liquid into it and started to wash up. Meanwhile, Mike cleared the rest of the table. After putting the salt and pepper back in the cupboard, he turned to face her. She had her back to him, but there was no doubt about it – she was stunning from every angle. Her long blond hair cascaded down the back of her dress and her body wiggled as she washed the dishes.

He studied her for several seconds. Christ, I’d love to get my cock into this one; I wonder if she wiggles like that in bed. He walked up behind her and kissed her briefly on her neck.

“Hey, stop that – I’m trying to wash up and you’re distracting me.”

He put his hands on her waist and squeezed her gently. She sighed. Then he started kissing her neck again.

“Hey, you’re taking advantage of a poor innocent girl who can’t defend herself because her hands are all soapy.”

“I know – that’s the idea.”

She giggled. “Stop messing about. Grab a tea towel and dry the dishes.”

“The dishes will dry themselves, but I need to kiss your neck because it can’t kiss itself.” She laughed.

He put his hands right round her now and pulled her tightly towards him, whilst continuing to kiss her neck. She had to admit it – it felt really good and she wondered whether she’d made the right choice with Dan instead of Mike. She sighed again. Mike’s right hand moved slowly up and cupped her left breast.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m taking advantage of a poor innocent girl who can’t defend herself because her hands are all soapy, but fortunately she likes it.”

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The Good Girl

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I am a good girl.

I have almost always tried to be a good girl.

My father is a strong, certain, proper man who lives to be right with God in all things. I have strived all my life to be that way. But, as I have gotten older and moved away from home I have found that I can only really be a good girl when I’m in the presence of those that are perfect. Or those that think they are perfect. Underneath I am the world’s largest sinner.

Ok. That may be an exaggeration. But my point is the same. I love to fuck. There, I said it. I LOVE TO FUCK. I laugh as I write this and get kind of tingly all at the same time. I live the proper life and go to the proper places. But when my family isn’t looking I like to go out and really get some fun.

There is a bar done the street that has decent music and good liquor. The men aren’t that bad to look at either. There’s one man in particular that I like to play with. He’s tall, dark and while not the most adorable he certainly makes up for that in other areas. I knew he was a single dad and that I don’t normally get to take him home. But then again, I can always find another when he’s not around.

Last night I went down to the bar to hear some jazz and to see what was out there. David, that’s tall & dark’s name, was leaning on the bar surveying the room when I walked in. I, of course, pretended not to notice him there and went to sit at a table on the other side of the room. One of the girls came by and I ordered a drink. While the band began to play a softer number I picked canlı bahis at the label of my bottle and tried to look bored. But really I was thinking about David. His hot, hard hands lifting me and feeling me. His mouth was all everywhere in my minds eye. I was beginning to get hot and wet. My face must have shown some of what I was thinking.

After a few minutes of working myself up I looked up to notice that he was watching me. I sent him a smile and he crooked his finger. Well, I did say I wasn’t a good girl when no one was watching… So I went over and leaned right into him. You could tell he was taken a bit by surprise at first when I kissed him full on the mouth. It only took a fraction of a second for him to respond. His mouth opened and I felt his tongue tangle with mine. His hands wrapped around my bottom and lifted me so that I was flush against him. I could feel his manhood throbbing against my leg. He let go of my mouth long enough to catch my ear in his teeth and whisper a suggestion to me.

I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and walked out the front door. He came out only seconds later and pulled me to him again. He hands roamed every inch of me and his mouth ravaged mine for what seemed like hours. He had a conversion van, his family vehicle, in the parking lot. Given the last seat in that van folded down to make a fairly comfy “bed” I wasn’t going to complain. David pulled me in the direction of the van and all but pushed me inside. I don’t mind a bit of rough play so when he grabbed my arm and shoved bahis siteleri me toward the back it just made me even hotter.

By this point I was ready to explode. I was pushed onto the “bed”. He pulled at my top until the buttons gave way, some of them coming off altogether and flying around the confined space. His mouth immediately descended on my nipple. I could feel his teeth and tongue torturing the bud until I was crying out and begging for release. Instead he simply switched and gave the same treatment to the other side. I was squirming and crying out. My body felt like it was on fire and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His mouth left my breast and began making a journey south while he continued to hold my arms down on the seat.

I could hear his mouth making sucking noises and feel each corresponding tug on my flesh. I was in a frenzy and couldn’t even understand the sounds coming out of my own mouth. His tongue circled into my belly button and I felt my whole body buck under him. David smiled against my flesh and let go of my wrists in order to move lower still. I bunched my hands in his hair and my mind registered the feel of his clothes against my skin. I hadn’t even realized that I alone was naked. My skirt raked up to my hips and nothing else covering me.

Just as this realization dawned on me my mind again shut down and my body bucked up. His mouth had covered my most sensitive area. My hands pulled his head as deep into me as I could make him and his tongue laved at my folds. He knew what I bahis şirketleri liked and he worked his tongue in and out of me like I was his to have. As I grew more and more incoherent he licked and laved more and more until finally he bit down hard on my nub. I screamed at the top of my lungs and came in a rush. My body jerked and I felt David licking and sucking at the juices emitting from my body.

He leaned back from me and began to strip off his clothes. I saw him but could hardly register that he wasn’t done with me. I had cum so hard and my body was still singing and tingling with pleasure. It was then I opened my eyes again and realized he was nearly naked and was leaning into me again. This time when he took my mouth I could taste myself on him and my body began to respond again.

He held my arms down again and suddenly pushed himself into me. The roughness of the intrusion made me cry out again but then he began to move and even though I was being held down by his hands and his body I could feel myself tensing again. He reached down and took my nipple in his mouth again. This time biting down on the nipple and I could feel the pain of it. His hips pumped into me faster and I ached to move against him but knew that he was holding me down for his own pleasure. He released my nipple and flexed upward to drive even further into my pliant flesh.

I came again in a sudden rush. My hips meeting his thrust for thrust and my body milking him over and over. I could feel him tense as my body let go and then he was filling me. I could feel each jet filling me to my core. With a groan he fell down on top of me and bit my shoulder as he finished. As he lay on top of me I felt myself smile.

It felt so good… not being a good girl.

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The Girl in the Shadows Pt. 01

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It all Started the day Jessa got a text:

It read I can’t get your beautiful ass out of my mind. Who is this she texted back. It’s Tom I used to work with you. Oh I remember you. I need you baby please he texted to her. What do you mean you need me? She asked him. I want you was his simple reply.

Jessa had gone through a lot in the past three years of her life. She had a bad breakup leaving her feeling broken and damaged. She had worked hard and come a long way to finding herself again. Who she wanted to be and what she wanted out of her life. She was struggling to feel sexy and Beautiful again. She didn’t have any sexual relationships because she was too busy changing and living her life for those kind of complications.

Can we meet up to talk was his next text message. She was simply to curious not to meet.

They met in a coffee shop not too far from her house. There was still a strong physical reaction for each of them. The reason she had never pursued him before was because he was in a serious relationship and she never got involved with someone in a relationship of any kind. She knew how bahis firmaları it felt to be lied to and cheated on and she never wanted to be the other woman.

I want to have a friends with benefits relationship with you he told her, but don’t fall for me.

She was really attracted to him so she figured what would it hurt to have some sexual fun after 3 years of not being with anyone. She was still a little uncomfortable with the fact that he was still with someone else.

Baby take me home with you he asked her I want to fuck you so bad. So they went back to her house.

At first they just were kissing and touching on her couch. She felt so wanted and desired. He took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom slowly undressing her and kissing her everywhere. She lay on the bed feeling a little vulnerable and self conscious while he quickly stripped out of his clothes.

“You are so sexy and Beautiful Babe; I want you so Bad.”

He spent a lot of time kissing her and exploring her sensitive skin in no hurry but she felt how hard he was against her. He captured her nipples between his teeth kaçak iddaa nipping and sucking gently. She let out small moans of pleasure. His hands slowly caressed her legs and ass coming back to her pussy lips stroking feather light touches making her very wet and warm. She was moaning a little louder now and her hands wandered down to touch and caress his massive hard cock. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

He told her to get on her back and spread her legs for him so she eagerly complied. He licked and sucked on her breasts while his fingers found her wet pussy lips and then his fingers were lightly brushing over her clit. He moved down her body slowly exploring with his teeth and tongue. By the time he reached her pussy lips she was moaning and her hips were moving slightly. He inhaled the musky sent of her and couldn’t wait to taste her. He started licking and sucking on her pussy and clit while fucking her with only 2 fingers she was so tight. She was going to feel so good on his cock. He could feel that she was close to Cumming. She was moaning louder and making a lot of sounds as she came really kaçak bahis hard gushing on his face and lips.

“I need to fuck you now babe”

He climbed on top of her rubbing his cock up and down her wet pussy coating his cock. He slowly pushed his cock into her. God she was so tight it felt so good. He started to move slowly letting her body adjust to his cock. He was bigger than she was used to and it excited him that he was the first to fuck her in 3 years. He started moving faster fucking her tight wet pussy it felt so good. She was moaning and calling his name as ripples of sensations washed through her. His cock was so big and kept hitting her g-spot leaving her gasping he could feel her body responding and it turned him on. She had cum on him several times but he could feel her body tensing up and knew she was going to cum harder this time. He increased his speed both of them racing towards their pleasure. They both exploded into ecstasy at the same time his hot seed filling her contracting pussy. As they lay there spent from their excursions, they were both thinking of how amazing it had been.

“I want you to be my Mistress Please.”

“I want that too Babe.”

And so their affair started. She never knew how hard it was going to be to be the other woman.

The girl in the Shadows… to be continued

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The Geek Will Inherit the Earth

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All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age.

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Some guys are strong, with big rippling muscles. Some are athletes, like the guys who captained the football team at high school, then go on to set the record on the rowing machine at the work gym. I am neither, and I’ve always known it. I am, however, clever. It took me a long time to learn and accept that I was never going to be tall, and I was never going to run fast or kick a ball well, but actually being clever didn’t mean being an unpopular geek. For example, I was about 11 when the biggest, coolest boy in the class was sat next to me by the teacher in the hope he’d get more work done if he was sat next to a nerd, and he and I struck what became around school a very famous deal: I agreed to do his homework (he was so far into remedial, I could do it in seconds), and he would beat the living shit out of anyone who picked on me. I would still call on his services years later.

As years passed, I grew into a sturdy, deceptively healthy-looking lad. The beautiful girls gave their first blowjobs to the football team guys and the guys who were always in trouble, and I desperately tried to find ways to ensure these girls found their way into the back of my car (when I got the cash to buy one).

I tried romance and poetry. I taught myself guitar easily enough, and wrote a song for a girl, but she was more embarrassed than impressed, and a few other attempts with flowers and so on never worked that well. I was kissed by a few girls, of varying degrees of prettiness, and I got to second base with a crazy girl who joined the school and left the month after.

The solution hit me almost by accident.

Obviously, like most smart kids, I used a computer to do most of my homework (obviously, when I wasn’t masturbating). When I wanted the computer to do something it didn’t do automatically, I just wrote a piece of software that would do it. I didn’t think this was anything special, and when I talked on-line it seemed other people were doing it too, so when I published an application on a donations-based site for web apps that made your computer send text messages reminding me of stuff I had to do, I didn’t think anything of it. When I re-wrote it to handle the strings as data instead of text, to save cost and reduce system burden, and to enable it to recode in other languages using google APIs, I still thought nothing of it, but I was pleased when it got a few hundred ‘kudos’ points on the website.

I was walking from school back home, kicking a pebble shaped like Donald Trump’s toupe, when my dodgy old mobile rang. An American voice from the applications and systems development team at a big media company asked me to confirm if I was the author of this application, and if I was happy to sign to say I hadn’t used anyone else’s code or work in producing it, and to take the code off the website. Then they asked if they could use it in one of their systems. I nearly said ‘yes’ immediately, but had just enough nous to say ‘how much are we talking about, here?’

“Well, I’m not in a position to discuss financials, but it’ll reflect the business value of the application,” I was told.

A letter arrived in the post, and I signed it and sent it back. I got a letter two days later by registered post and in it was a contract, which I signed. I had to say I would keep the sale secret for at least 4 weeks, but during this time, I simply never thought about it. I got on with my life.

“Tony, there’s a letter for you,” Mom yelled from the front door. “I’ll leave it on the side”. I heard her close the door of our suburban 2-bed town house, and slumped downstairs to open the envelope. I pulled out a ‘with compliments’ slip, and a cheque. I stood and read the cheque. I’d never seen one like it. The number was broken with each digit in its own little box, and there were ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands. And fucking hundreds of thousands. I read it again. About one thousand times. I counted the columns. Then I counted them again.

I had been paid $172,429 US fucking dollars for an application that took me an afternoon and evening to write, and less than a day to debug. That was about £120,000 here in Britain.

That’s more than Dad made in a year. No wait, that’s more than Dad made in 3 years. That’s more than his entire estate was worth when he died. That’s about what this house is worth. I’m fucking rich! I’m gonna need a bloody bank account, I thought.

I was about to rush straight out the door to head into town when it occurred to me that I was wearing just my underwear.

An hour later, showered and breakfasted, with my ID and a stack of letters with my address on tucked into my old Business Studies folder, I headed over to the bank. There were three cashiers serving: two grumpy but pleasant looking guys, and a stunning, sophisticated blonde, with neat, short hair, manicured finger nails and a plunging neckline that showed a tantalising glimpse of cleavage each time she leant forward to stamp something. And of course, there was a ‘retail’ bahis firmaları smile turned dazzlingly at each customer in turn. I guessed she must’ve been no more than 22, but when you’re only 18, that few years makes the world of difference. Somehow I knew immediately that I’d be picturing myself cumming over her pretty, round tits as soon as I was back home in my bedroom.

When the bloke at the end pressed his annoying ‘cashier number 5’ button to call me over I had to stifle a lot of swearwords. Then I decided, probably for the first time in ages, that no, I wasn’t going to be told what to do. I let the old woman beside me go ahead, and waited in line. Then the next guy buzzed, and I did the same again, this time a married-looking guy in his forties chuckled, knowing exactly why I was waiting. The girl at the checkout briefly made eye contact with me as I let him past, and I thought I noticed a smile creep over her pretty, inviting lips.

She buzzed, and I walked calmly up to her till. Something about having money had changed me already. Maybe I was walking taller, maybe I was just more confident. Either way, I was looking straight into the eye of the most beautiful, slightly older woman, and I felt on top of the world. ‘Hello, I’m Tony. I need to open a bank account and pay my first paycheque into it.’ I was impressed she maintained her professionalism, even though I knew her personal interest would be lost already.

“Hi, Tony. I’m Rebecca. Have you brought ID with you today?” I produced my passport and drivers licence.

“Our current accounts require a £1000 deposit each month for the higher interest rates. How much will you be paying in?” she asked.

“A lot more than that,” I chuckled, and handed her the envelope. She pulled the cheque out, still attached to the compliments slip, and another folded piece of paper I hadn’t seen before. She unfolded the letter, read a couple of lines and gasped. Then she resumed the professional face, and folded the paper again. “Tony, you need to be talking to one of our investment, or savings specialists. I’m also pretty sure the mortgage people will want to speak to you. Do you have another appointment, or have you got some time this morning to look at how we can help you make the most of your fortune, I mean your money?” Her smile was exciting and enlivening. A spark was twinkling in her eye, and there was a slight flush of embarrassment to her face.

“Can’t you help me?” I asked, confused at why this was suddenly getting out of hand.

“Let’s go to a meeting room,” She answered me. “Wait here a second, and I’ll come round”.

I waited a few minutes while she closed up her till, and while she showed the cheque to the desk manager. I watched as she explained her plans, and when she came around to see me she said, “This way, please, Mr Alton”, which made me laugh. She led me into the corner of the office, where there was a lift I’d never noticed, despite several depressing trips to this bank before. She walked up three small steps to the elevator, and as she did I noticed that her physical perfection wasn’t just above the counter, she wore black heels, with inviting, long bare legs to a knee-length, tight skirt that went up, with a short split on one side, then sculpted around the most inviting, delightful ass I’d seen in a long time. As she waited for the lift doors to open I saw how her tiny waist gave her a fantastic, curved shape, and her fitted blouse cupped right under her amazing tits. As she stepped ahead of me into the lift and beckoned me in with a nod, I could feel my cock twitch in my pants.

She led me past two empty, glass-walled meeting rooms, to an office and we walked inside. As she pushed the door shut behind us, I realised that this room, unlike the meeting rooms outside, was completely private.

The curved desk was against the wall, and she sat down at it as I sat in the chair facing her, so she could talk to me and type at the same time. She brought up an account application form with a few mouse clicks. I noticed it was in plain html, and wasn’t very good. They hadn’t bothered with Javascript for the question boxes, and I could make them a better one in an afternoon, I thought to myself. She put the envelope down on the desk in front of her.

“To start with, you’ll need a current account, to manage your basic expenses through. We’ll look at savings and things in a minute. Do you know when the next instalment is due to arrive?”

“Next instalment? No, this is it.”

She looked confused as she opened the letter that had come in the envelope, and unfolded it in front of me. “Dear Mr Alton, yada yada yada, please find enclosed your first payment….. 8% of total sum….”

“OH MY GOD!” I yelled. “8 per cent? That means I’m due.. wait.. about one and a half million! What the fuck?”

She tapped on a calculator briskly. “two million, one hundred and fifty thousand US, give or take a few grand. You hadn’t seen this?” She handed me the letter. I read it briskly. Then I read it again, smiling more and more…

“No. I mean, I only got the cheque kaçak iddaa this morning. I can’t believe this. I thought this cheque was the lot.”

“Well, it seems the total sum will be paid over 12 instalments, and over this coming year. Congratulations. That must’ve been some application you wrote. Have you been programming long?”

“This is my first published app,” I said, “but I’ve written some more, and, thinking about it now, I hope to be selling those, too.”

“…Oh, and this isn’t a cheque” she added. “It seems this company also banks with us, albeit in the States. This is one of our bankers’ drafts, and it means you can take the cash today, if needs be.”

“You mean, I can pay this in here, and go buy a house this afternoon, if I want?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“You’re in for an amazing day,” she chuckled. “You know, of course, that this kind of income is going to incur a tax bill, so you’re going to want to get an accountant. After the sports car, obviously.”

I thought for a second about the broken, rusty honda civic parked behind the garage that I’d promised myself I was going to get on the road.

We ran quickly through the paperwork. She chuckled when she realised I was only 18. The account was opened in minutes, and she handed me a temporary account card.

“Your proper debit card will arrive by post in a few days. I suggest you take out cash to start with, enough to get you through to the weekend, and come in and see me any time you need some more. Bring your ID and that card to make withdrawals until the proper card arrives. I ‘ll have a copy of this letter put on record, so regulators and so on can see where this is coming from. Again, since these guys bank with us, chances are there won’t be any problems. You may just have to keep popping in to see me once in a while…”

I realised that this beautiful, sexy, accomplished woman was actually flirting with me. I was starting to wonder just how private this room is, or whether there were cameras recording our conversation.

I bit my lip. “So, if I was to suggest a celebratory drink, later… is there somewhere you’d recommend?” I tried to remain calm but my pulse was racing.

“I suspect you’ll not be short of people to take drinking.” She almost whispered in reply.

“I prefer smarter women than those that would choose to hang out with a guy just because he’s rich. And few of those I’ve met have been as smart, or as stunning as you”. I heard the words as if being spoken by a third party. I’d never have been this brazen yesterday, or ever! “Sorry, I’m being silly. You’re probably married, or dating someone.”

“Ha!”, she laughed, and the professional tone had gone, with just a contented, almost joyful smile remaining. “I had a thing with the mortgages manager here until the Christmas party, when I caught him up to his nuts in one of the other cashiers. It’s been a while, but I’m out there again now.”

“So how about being out there, with me?” She pulled up short for a moment. Bollocks, I thought. I’ve misread the signs. “I… well, I think I need someone to party with.”

“Tony,” she whispered, “I think, I’d like that very much. But right now, I don’t want you out there. I want you in here.” She leant forward, her amazing bust holding my attention completely, put a hand on my knee and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth was soft and gentle, and immediately I kissed her back, hard. Our tongues fought briefly then her lips and mouth filled my entire consciousness. The instant I wished the moment would go on forever, I felt her hand begin to trace up my leg towards my instantly swollen cock.

I put out my hand to caress her breast through her blouse. She was warm, soft and voluptuous. I stroked her cheek with my other hand, and ran my fingers through her soft, fresh-smelling hair. Her perfume was drowned out by a smell I didn’t know, but was about to discover. She started to stroke my cock through my jeans. “Oh my God,” she gasped. She traced the full length of it with her finger. She pulled her hand back with a start, and pulled herself up short. “Sorry, am I going to fast? It’s just your cock… it’s, well it’s pretty big, isn’t it?”

I kissed her again, and pulled her to me, crushing her tits against me, and my raging boner against her.

She reached down for a moment, and tried to open my fly. She gave up, pulled away, and dropped to her knees to work the zip on my jeans down. I helped her to speed the process along. I knew I had a healthy sized dick, but nobody had ever touched it before but me. When she opened my boxers, it sprang out, almost catching her chin. Climbing up, she pushed the mouse and stationary from the desk to one side with the back of her arm, and sat me down on the desk, pulling my jeans down past my knees. I watched as she deftly unbuttoned her amazing blouse. Her black, solid bra was just visible through her top, and I stood up to help her get her blouse off her shoulders, and she put it down. I pulled my tshirt off over my head, still completely expecting to wake from this dream at any moment, and she smiled kaçak bahis her amazing, professional smile again. She kissed me again, and I felt her tits through her bra for the first time. I was about to try and take off her bra when she dropped to her knees again, and this time took my cockhead into her mouth. My head rushed with thoughts like an entire crowd were all using my mind at once.

“Oh my God” she said as she lifted her head briefly. “This thing’s enormous. I’ll bet there’ve been some lucky girls on this before, huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Rebecca dropped her head back into my lap, and began sucking in earnest. This time she tried to get more of it into her mouth, sliding down almost half way.

“God, Tony, I want this bastard inside me. Oh, man.”

“You need a good fucking, huh?” I asked, almost hearing the words for the first time as I said them. “Go easy, there, then. Slow down, I’m too close already.”

“Been a little while, has it? In that case, why don’t you help me out?” I must’ve looked a little confused, because she chuckled sweetly for a moment as she unzipped her skirt. She sat back on the desk, and led me round in front of her. “Kneel down. I’m guessing you’ve not eaten a pussy before?” she smouldered, and began to stroke at her pretty, black panties. Then she pulled them to one side, and her beautiful, shiny, moist pussy lips came into view.

“Let’s get rid of those” I said, and reached round her waist, stroking her ass briefly with my fingertips, then pulling her knickers down and off her. Then I kissed her again, and reached behind her to her bra strap. I admit with some shame that I had read up on methods for undoing a bra with one hand, but my fumbling made her chuckle again, and she popped her own bra off in seconds.

Her firm, impressive breasts were now right in my face, and I licked at one of them for a moment, before taking her nipple in my mouth. After just a few seconds she pushed my head downwards to get me ‘back on task’.

“Lick from top to bottom” she ordered. I started licking gently, with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and forced me deep into her pussy. I began to understand how much she wanted this, and I started to lick harder, faster, and to use the flat of my tongue to work the whole width of her sensuous, gorgeous, aromatic oasis.

I’d seen enough porn to know what would happen when I did, and i was not disappointed to find that flicking and nibbling at her clit sent her fucking wild, but her real moaning came as I let the flat of my tongue spin round her firm button. I couldn’t believe there was anyone in the building who didn’t know what was happening here. I started to say something, but she cut me off.

“Don’t worry, this room’s sound-proofed. Now shut up and fuck me. Hard.”

She put one of her high-heeled shoes onto the back of the chair she’d previously been sat in, and I stood at her desk, allowing the head of my cock to touch the soft folds of a labia for the first time.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, put that fucking monster in me now”, she whispered huskily, still business-like, but pleading slightly.

I let the head tease her for a few seconds longer, then allowed it to slip in just a little. “Aahhh! Oh my God that’s so big. Oh, shit!” she sighed as I gave her a moment to acclimatise.

Her pussy felt warm. No; it felt damn hot, like my dick head was in a hot bath. Her tight little pussy squeezed it all over and I immediately felt it start to throb.

I thought about football, about maths, about my old history teacher, but all I could feel was this amazing experience. I was NOT going to cum yet, so trying to keep that in mind, I began to stroke in and out of this amazing pussy. Rebecca looked down, and must’ve seen that I wasn’t all the way in, and she pulled me to her with her legs, wrapping them round me, almost biting her own lip to stifle her scream as I did. I stroked deep into her again and again. As she leant further and further back I could see more of her pussy and ass until it all became just too much, and I know I was going to cum.

Rebecca seemed to sense this, and lifted off me, again dropping to her knees and taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Her hair brushed against my toned stomach, and her hand cupped my balls. I came like a thunderbolt, shouting obscenities I’d never heard myself use before, and watched thick globules of white jizz fly into her mouth and onto her cheek. She pulled away, thinking I’d finished, and another thick jet streaked away and over her gorgeous breasts. A few drips later and I, and my virginity, were spent.

My smile said it all. “Yep, this is gonna be one hell of a day. What time to do you get off?”

——-ch2 ———

I’d woken up this morning a skint 18-year-old virgin with no girlfriend, little confidence and an unhealthy fixation with internet porn. Here I was, one letter (and one very enjoyable meeting in a bank upstairs office) later, walking shoulders back, chest puffed out, with a swagger that comes from having four grand in cash in my wallet ‘just to see me through the weekend’, a solid seven-figure income for the next twelve months, and having just cum all over the tits of a seriously hot, slightly older woman for the first time in your life.

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The Gift of Goodness Ch. 02

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In the next few weeks after Louis had received his gift from Nikko, the world had taken on a color that was just a shade better than before. First of all his knee didn’t hurt. Above and beyond having a larger dick, having a knee that “worked” was way cool. The dick, well that was a close second. Louis marveled at it, like a new toy every time he saw it, or touched. And not least of all was Misty. She was like a new penny.

The biggest change in the period of time was the “overall” feeling and improvement in their bodies. Not like an instant change, but gradual over a period of days it was subtle yet drastic – all their friends telling them how great they looked, or if they were on a diet or lost weight. For instance, vision; he didn’t need to squint to read small print. Misty had to stop wearing her contacts – she couldn’t see WITH them! His body; he felt better (the knee would have been enough) but when his work jeans started to get “loose” and he had to go up not one but two notches tighter on his belts that he knew he had changed. The abs were hard and without much work he could see the long lost plates returning. Misty on the other hand was transformed in his eyes. Her body was “tighter” – her butt, her legs, the pooch had all but disappeared, and for him the “boob man” her breasts were fuller and bigger than before.

This new lease had made them happier and unleashed a new level of energy. Ethan had commented one evening that they were on “drugs” or something. Misty said that teaching school was more fun. Louis hated to admit that he even felt better at work. It didn’t hurt that a couple of days after the “event” his smoking hot Engineer, Gretta had given him a once over and asked if he had “done something different?” When he told her “No, just clean living” she gave him a look like a lioness sizing up lunch. Problems that would have really taken him off his game before were not even a blip on the radar. And the best thing is that his attitude seemed to rub off on everyone else. The plant was making strides he could feel it.

Then there was the sex. How about every day? How about twice a day? How about every position known to man and beast? It was better than he could have imagined. There were times it would be wild – sweat dripping down, dirty talk that would make porn stars blush. Other times it would be soft and gentle – or as Louis called it “Soft Porn” without so much as a word between them. They had always loved each other (and been in love) this was just icing on the cake. Yes, Louis would take time out of each day to give thanks, smile and think – life is good!

About a month later Misty was giving Louis a blowjob one morning before work in the bathroom. He loved to watch her work on his massive tool. It still amazed him how big his cock was, and that it was HIS!! As she worked him closer to cumming he could feel the heat build in him. He was getting used to the feeling; the sensation and release. This morning though Misty had something else in mind. As she stroked him in her mouth the last few seconds she pulled his cock out and with perfect timing he came just as she put an empty lotion container over the head of his cock. Louis could only look down with some disappointment as he shot his cum into the opaque bottle.

After he had finished he looked at his wife with only a couple hundred questions running in his mind.

“What in the wide, wide world of sports are you doing, Misty?”

They had gotten used to the lack of cum when he came inside her, like the first time, if he shot inside her there would be little to nothing that would leak out. Her body just took it in. If he came on her it was like a lotion, still “cum like” but it would be like a dissolving cream.

“Well if you must know I am going to conduct an experiment, and for the next couple of days I need you to deposit a load into this”.

Louis looked at her as she was putting the cap on the bottle and shucking her robe to get dressed. If he had any problems with her, seeing her naked made them go away and also got the attention of his little friend. He looked down at his cock and thought – don’t you ever get enough?

“That’s swell dear, would you mind filling me in on this “experiment” or is it too high level for my security clearance?’

She came out of her closet with a matching black bra and boy short on (he thought to himself that is new?). “Yes dear it is way above your clearance, but just to let you know, don’t worry, the secret is safe with me”

“Okay, so are you ever going to tell me what you are doing with my cum in a bottle?’

“I might but then I might have to kill you”. She pinched his nipple and winked as she finished buttoning her blouse and went into the bedroom.

Louis didn’t try to read his wife’s mind, he just let her “milk the python” every morning for the next several days – he wasn’t complaining since they had sex every evening. In fact he never thought he could want to have that much sex, but as long as it was that good, he wasn’t going illegal bahis to complain.

A week after the milking experiment had ended Louis was informed that his wife’s sister her “boyfriend” and his son were going to come down for a Friday night steak cook out. Louis didn’t mind, Misty’s older sister (by 5 years) lived on the North side of Dallas, and was the high speed, high dollar and high maintenance sales professional. She was “dating” a guy the same age as Louis; he was a Lawyer, with no sense of humor and still tied to his overbearing ex-wife via their son who was the same age but the exact opposite of Ethan.

Faye, and Misty were sister’s but in some ways they were polar opposites. She was a woman in a man’s world. Not bashful at all, she could hang with the boys from business to baseball. A bit taller than her younger sister she had darker hair, and a laugh that no matter what mood you were in could get you to smile. She decided early on in her business career that she wasn’t going to let being a woman bring her down. So she upgraded her original equipment for a set of 36D’s. Her “store bought cans” leveled the playing field so to speak, and she was not afraid to use them. Louis had never “seen” them but could only imagine over the years what they looked like if they were let loose. Twice divorced she valued her career more than a family, and that was fine, that was Faye.

Like Misty she was a fitness freak and grew older kicking and screaming – she was not going to go gently into that good night.

Louis was out back cooking under the patio lights when the crew arrived. He could see through the blinds Faye, Kevin (still in his suit) and his son Ryan. After a few minutes Kevin came out back with a beer. They talked about general things, Kevin bitching about some case or low life getting off without doing any time. Louis thought that so much had changed since he had last seen them. Kevin was too wrapped up to notice the simple things in life. Ethan, Hunter and Ryan came out back and turned on the big back yard lights to toss the football around, seemed that Ryan dropped the ball every time even when Hunter threw it to him.

With the steaks done Louis called for everyone to come inside and get ready to eat. Carrying the platter into the kitchen Faye and Misty were talking in hushed voices as he walked in. As Louis turned to put the platter on the island he looked up and saw Faye and almost dropped it.

She was beautiful. Not like she wasn’t before, but she was “different” and then like a shovel to the back of the head Louis knew what the “experiment” was.

Faye must have sensed his shock by smiling and saying “Well if it isn’t my favorite bother in law!”

Louis took her in, and commented, “I think that would be your ONLY brother in law?”

Holding a glass of wine she came from the other side of the island and hugged him. A little bit longer than he was used to. He looked over at Misty, who had a “please don’t be mad at me” grin.

“Oh don’t be such a stickler for details you need to live a little!” As she kissed Louis on the cheek.

Louis couldn’t hold back the smile. As everyone was getting plates and putting food on them he made eye contact with Misty and did the international hand sign for “we need to talk”. She smiled and mouthed “I love you”.

Conversation at the table was nothing out of the ordinary until Misty asked Louis if he thought Faye looked “good”.

Both of them were sitting next to each other across from him at the table. Louis gave Kevin a quick glance (he didn’t even look up) before he replied that yes she did look very good.

Kevin commented that she must be, with as much time she’s been spending at the gym and not to mention how much the cream she’s been using must cost.

Louis could feel his faced getting flushed at hearing the word “cream”.

Trying not to look like he was about to pass out he looked at Faye (who was directly across from him), “So you are using some special cream? What does it do for you?”

Faye’s eyes sparkled as she said; “Well this is a highly specialized cream that firms up the skin, and just about anything that ails you”

Kevin listening to the banter then chimed in; “If you can believe that any cream will do all that. And even more far fetched is the next phase of this anti-aging wonder.”

Louis looked at the three of them like there is something he didn’t know. “I’m not in the loop here Kevin what is the next phase?’

Without missing a bite of his rib-eye he said “Injection”.

Louis did his best not to spit out his baked potato onto the table.

“Yeah, that’s about what I did when she told me about it. I’m telling you Faye, this is risky stuff. You don’t know what someone is going to shoot into you, sounds like a law suit waiting to happen”.

Louis nodded at Kevin as he turned his gaze across the table. There they were both of them trying to look innocent, but the look in their eyes told him otherwise. He was in trouble, because now there illegal bahis siteleri were two!!

Louis asked if anyone was ready for dessert and then asked Misty if she would help him in the kitchen. He didn’t know what he’d say other than; “What are you thinking!”

“She’s my sister, I love her. Plus I’m starting see the world and life differently”.

As Louis got the ice cream out of the freezer; “What does that mean honey?”

“Well I’m not as up tight, I feel more sexy, secure and adventurous……..”

She trailed off like she was about to say something but didn’t. Louis getting small bowls out the cabinet looked over at her.

“And?”

“I think it would be hot if you fucked her. I mean I get it every day, she doesn’t so is sharing so bad?”

“Baby, she is your sister, have you lost your mind?!!”

“I know but, in a way it turns me on more than you’ll ever know. Plus you can tell me how much better I am afterwards”.

She smiled as she kissed him and darted her tongue in his mouth, took the bowls and went back into the dining room.

Louis stood there unable to move, the same woman that was jealous if some little hottie gave him a second look in the mall was now giving him complete authorization to pork her sister?!

After dessert Kevin looked at Faye and said. “Well I’ll round Ryan up and get him up to his mothers; I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

Louis for about the tenth time in the past hour tried not to look shocked as Misty announced to the kids that Aunt Faye was “sleeping over” so they could go shopping in the morning. To make it even better she brought a scary movie to watch.

Kevin and Ryan left, and like a fire drill Hunter, Misty and Faye rushed to get their fannel jammies on and then all three rushed to get under a big quilt on the couch, demanding pop corn and diet cokes. Louis stopped cleaning the kitchen to fulfill their request. He couldn’t imagine eating ice cream and then dumping pop corn on top.

They asked him after he was finished if he was going to join them? He told them that he pretty much knew the plot of “Don’t go out to the lake after Prom Night IV”, and that he’d like to read a little in the bedroom.

All three made “frown faces” and told him he was going to miss the best one yet! Ethan passed as well, telling everyone he was going to watch something educational in his room. Hunter commented that ESPN does not count.

Louis settled in the rarely used oversized chair in their bedroom with an old Edgar Rice Borroughs’ novel (The Gods of Mars) and had gotten through about a chapter before he closed his eyes and tried not to think of Faye’s “cans”.

The next thing Louis knew he was being nudged by Misty as she walked by him to the bathroom.

“Doctor I think your patient is ready for you in the study”. She was pealing off her jammies, and he could hear the tub water running in the bathroom. A quick check of his chronometer showed that he had lost about 2 hours in the chair.

As he stretched she called out to him, “She just got out of the shower and was drying her hair when I came in”.

Louis pushed out of the chair and stood for a second before he entered the bathroom. He had a “mini-flashback” since Misty had lit several candles but still had the light on. He thought of Nikko and his “little friend” started to stir. He might try to pretend he didn’t want to jump Faye, but he was kidding himself.

Misty was sitting in the tub with her eyes closed as he went into the closet and changed into running shorts and a t-shirt. He came out and went to the sink to brush his teeth. He couldn’t ravage his sister-in-law with bad breath could he? As he was brushing his teeth Misty turned off the water in the tub.

“Did I ever tell you thank you?”

Louis didn’t know what was coming next, so he replied, “Thanks for what dear?”

“The bath salts you got me!”

Louis almost stuck the tooth brush down his throat when hearing that. Without turning to face her. “Oh yeah, saw something in Men’s Health about how to get your woman to love you, or something like that”.

“They are so relaxing, and from Japan no less, you are a good husband, I think I’ll keep you”.

Louis turned and looked at her in the tub, her breasts just peaking out of the water; her nipples were getting hard from the air. She was hot, and to think he was going to leave her there to go be with her sister.

She looked at him with a disapproving look. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Louis looked down at himself; he didn’t really see anything wrong. “And what would you want me to wear? Silk PJ’s with a smoking jacket and pipe?”

Misty wrinkled her nose, “Well it’s just not very romantic that’s all”.

Louis shifted his weight back on the counter and struck a mocked thinking pose. “Well I have you, you could be Holly, Faye she could be Kendra, all I need is a Bridget and I’d be all set for the silk PJ’s”. Even when he was thinking about his own Girls Next Door the thought canlı bahis siteleri of Gretta as Bridget came to mind.

“I guess you’ll be fine for now stud muffin, quit stalling, off you go, do your duty!”

Louis stood and saluted and walked to the door. He was just about out when he turned to his wife and for the first time in a serious manner addressed her.

“You sure about this? What is the expectation? Bada-bing, Bada-boom, I see I cum I leave?”

She leaned over and rested her arms on the tub. “Enjoy yourself, have fun, okay?”

Louis nodded as she told him to turn out the light; he did and in the dim of the candles made his way to the study and his sister-in-law.

Before he gently tapped on the door Louis took a deep breath, just be calm he told himself, it would be over in a second. Faye called for him to come in.

The “study” was more a computer and TV room with a big couch, and some book cases. A small end table lap was on, along with the jazz station on the direct TV (Faye knew him well). She was sitting in a white robe at the computer with her back to him when he came in.

“Just checking my email, you know how folks like to drop little bombs on you on a Friday after 4 pm”.

Louis quietly sat down on the middle section of the couch, thinking of something witty to say, but nothing came so he just said “take your time”.

He could see her navigate and close windows over her shoulder. She finally finished and turned in the chair to face him.

With her hair just dried and without make up Faye was still a very good looking woman. Louis smiled at her in an attempt to settle himself down.

Faye smiled back and Louis could tell for all her ability to wheel and deal in business she was at a loss for what to say.

“You look great Faye”.

“Thanks Louis, I’m lost for words. Please don’t be mad at Misty, she loves you so much, and I would hate it if this caused you any problems in your marriage”.

“No, we’re good, in fact she’s taking a bath right now with full knowledge that I was going to come over here and…………”

“Fuck me?”

“Yeah, maybe not the word I was searching for, but I guess given the circumstances it will work”.

With the ice broken Faye pushed herself out of the chair and then took a couple of steps so that she was standing arms length away from Louis in front of him on the couch. Without a word she undid the belt and in one motion shrugged the robe off. In all her glory she was standing naked in front of her brother-in-law.

Louis took all of her in. He thought at 50 she could hold her own against women half her age. Faye had taken care of herself, and not having children didn’t hurt. For the first time he finally got to see her breasts, and he was not disappointed. They were huge, and even though they weren’t “real” you couldn’t tell. Her nipples were large and dark (bigger than Misty’s). She was longer in the waist than Misty too, and the countless number of crunches she did paid off, her belly was flat that trailed down to a small “racing strip” to her sex.

The way she was standing he could see between her legs, and unlike his wife whose lips were large and hung down, Faye’s were smaller and her pussy was more forward than his wife’s and void of any hair.

After a few seconds of looking her up and down, Louis looked back at Faye, almost embarrassed that he had taken the time to size her up like some John looking at a hooker.

“So, do you like what you see?” She smiled down at him with her hands on her hips as she turned around to show off her very round and perfect ass. Louis thought that in all the years he had been focusing on her breasts that he didn’t really appreciate the fact that she had a great ass!

“Yes, as a matter of fact you are stunning Faye”

“I’m glad, since I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’ve thought about you from time to time, and seeing you now……. Well let’s just say I’m glad Misty offered you up, because I might have made a play for you without her permission”.

Louis could tell she was trying to make him feel comfortable, he realized he had just sat there with his hands on his lap since he had come in. Louis decided that he would do his part by taking off his t-shirt. He still didn’t really grasp that he was now rock hard in his chest, shoulders and abs like he was 10 years ago. Misty had commented that he could be one of those guys who pitched those home gyms on TV.

“Oh my!” Was all Faye could say as she reached up and cupped her breasts, pushing them together and caressing them in a manner that could only mean that she needed to be taken care of.

Louis regarded her and could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster. For its part his cock had remained in its “regular” state for the most part. In fact it would stay that way till Louis got ready for action and then like a magical beast it would grow. He could tell Faye was looking at him (no doubt Misty had told her about his size) but he didn’t want to just “whip it out” yet.

Louis looked at her again massaging her breasts, now with a little bit of hip action.

“No kissing okay?”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, then okay, no kissing” Faye’s voice sounded a tad disappointed.

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Here’s what I’d like to have happen some day at the bookstore…

I was a little tired after the long drive home and decided to stop off at B&N for a coffee and to stretch my legs. It was a bit on the cool side, I walked in quickly and went to the bathroom. Every time I went in there I thought of how nice that handicapped stall would be for a quickie and smiled to myself. Like THAT’S ever going to happen..but it’s a nice little fantasy just the same. I finished up and washed my hands. Still thinking about getting it on, lost in my own little fantasies for a while. I went over to the coffee shop and stood in line. Ahead of me was a VERY cute girl, wearing a black skirt and a white blouse under her jacket. I looked at her ass..hmmm..no pantie lines..nothing wrong with that..she must be cold..poor thing..maybe I should warm her up..LOL.

I caught her eye and said “Brrr..you must be freezing!”

She gave me a dazzling smile and said saucily “Maybe I am and maybe I”m nice and warm..” I smiled. My kind of girl.

“Well I would think you would get a lot of cold breezes in that skirt…maybe you have on those heated panties..” I laughed. Her smile widened a little and she said very softly..

“And maybe I don’t need panties to stay hot.” I laughed..

“Maybe not..you don’t seem like the cold type.” She laughed and moved a little closer..my hand was almost touching her thigh..which were covered in black stockings.

“Definitely not.” she said. I smiled and ‘accidently’ brushed her thigh with the back of my hand.

“Oh..excuse me.” I said. Her smile got even wider..

“No problem..” and moved a hair closer so that my hand was definitely on her thigh. I felt my cock perk up a little. The girl behind the counter called her and asked what she would like.

“Hmmm..”she said and looked at me..”what’s good here?”

“Well” I said “I like the breves..they are nice and creamy..”

“Ummm..that sounds good. canlı bahis şirketleri I’ll have a breve please.”

“I’ll get that for you..and I’d like one myself, please.”

We walked off to the side to wait for our drinks and started chatting.

“So what brings you out on such a cold night?” I asked. “Oh, my daughter needs some help with the computer. All I really know how to do is get online and chat.”

“Well I can probably help you there..I know a bit about computers..I can help you get something that will fit your needs.”

“Do you think so? I want something that will really do the job..”

“I’m sure I can help you out.” Hmm..this was definitely getting interesting..My mind was flashing all sorts of fun thoughts.

We got our drinks and headed over to the computer section. She was standing very close to me. I asked her what she needed help with and decided to play little sexual word games to see just how far she was willing to go with it. She said she was looking for something on MS Office and bent down to pick out a book from the bottom shelf. I caught a flash of thigh above her stockings and a glimpse of the start of the swell of her ass..Hmmm..Yummy,

“Well” I said “That’s a good book..nice and thick..it really will stretch your mind. But those aren’t really all that great unless the person who’s doing it knows how to get down to it. Sometimes they are just overkill.”

“Yes. I’ve noticed that before.”

“Now, these more average sized ones can be really good if the person knows the subject thoroughly. They pretty much stick to the important parts and really hammer it home.”

She backed up a little and stood with her ass just touching my hip.

“That sounds like just what I need..a thorough job. All the hot spots hit.”

OK..I thought, this is getting interesting. I reached my hand forward and gently ran my finger up her hip.

“No sense in wasting your precious time on the things that don’t canlı kaçak iddaa count. Just go over the important parts and really pound them into you..sometimes that’s exactly what you need..”

She bent over again and her skirt rose up a little..definitely no panties. I could see her hot little slit this time. She stayed bent over and looked up at me.

“What do you think of this one?”

“I think that’s one of the better ones..very good for an in-depth exploration of the subject.” I reached forward and very gently ran my hand up her inner thigh. “I think that would fit the bill nicely..” I slid my finger over her slit and she gave me a big smile..

“I can see you are willing to help..But I’d hate to take up too much of your time..I remember you said something about getting inside where it’s warm.”

I gave her a smile and slid a finger inside her..she was very wet and warm..I smiled and pulled my finger out..then lifted it to my lips and sucked the juices off it..looking her in the eye I said “That’s OK, as long as I have something warm and creamy to enjoy I’m in no hurry.”

She smiled and stood up.

“I need to make a phone call” she said” isn’t the phone near the men’s room door? Maybe you could help me find it?” She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over my crotch. “I’d be glad to give you a nice reward for all your help..”

“Of course.” I said. “It’s right this way.”

We walked over to the phone and she looked me in the eye. There was no one in the hallway..in fact the whole store was very quiet.

“I’ve always wondered what the men’s room is like here.” she giggled.. “Do you think you could sneak me in for a peek?”

“Sure..” I smiled. “Be right back..”

I walked in..no one was in any of the stalls so I opened the door and motioned her in..She looked down the hall and I guess no ne was coming because she swiftly came in..

“It’s a little different than I thought.” she said..”I figured it canlı kaçak bahis would be roomier.”

“Well, the handicapped stall is fairly large..come on..”

We walked into the stall and suddenly I heard the door open..she looked up at me and giggled a little. I swiftly sat on the toilet and lifted her into my lap.Her body was pressed against mine and my cock was definitely noticing it’s proximity to her hot little pussy. We heard the guy walk to the urinal..meanwhile I was reaching around and playing with her ass…

“Ever done it in a men’s room?” I whispered..”This is one of my favorite fantasies.”

She gave a sensual smile and reached between her legs for my cock.

“Since you’ve been SUCH a help..” She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which was getting harder by the second. The guy flushed and left.. I picked up her skirt and slid her onto my cock..just a quickie..no foreplay. SHe was tight and wet..I opened her blouse a little and began to nibble the tops of her breasts while she began rocking back and forth. trying to get my cock in as far as it would go.. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started to move her in slow circles..with my hard cock in her to the balls. She was getting flushed and smiling as I pulled her bra down and began to suck and gently bite her nipples. We were there for a while..her bouncing up and down on my cock, then stopping and moving slowly and sensually when we heard the door open. People were coming in and out..standing in the stall next to us..some guy was talking about how much he’d like to bone the countergirl to his friend in the next stall..we almost cracked up wondering what he would think about a guy and a girl fucking 2 feet away from him while he fantasized about the clerk. The bathroom emptied again and she began to really bounce up and down..trying not to moan out loud..panting and throwing her head back and forth. I picked her up by the ass and put her against the wall and started to pound into her hard..she was loving it…finally I came and we adjusted our clothes. I walked out into the hall..no one was around..so I called her she came out quickly and with a little smile we went our separate ways…..

the end.

Maybe.

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The Blowjob Girl Ch. 02

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***Part 2 of 3 ***

Carrie’s amazing blowjob and my subsequent eruption of semen down her hungry throat hadn’t done anything to decrease my hardon, or her horniness for that matter. I’m not a guy who’s opposed to going down and getting my tongue on a pussy, especially when it’s shaved.

It was obvious she was prepared for some action when we met because I could tell she’d shaved recently. Smooth with her pussy lips glistening with her juices after she’d given me the best blowjob I’d had in years.

“Oh God, lick my clit! Mmmmmmm that feels so good you have no idea”, she panted as I flicked my tongue at her protruding clit.

I had no problem sucking one or both of her pussy lips into my mouth as she was as swollen as I’d ever seen any woman. While I buried my tongue and thrusted it in her wet hole she put one hand on the back of my head letting me know she loved the feeling while she rubbed one of her tits between her thumb and index finger to enhance the feeling.

“Uhhhhhh, yeahhhhhh. OOhhhhh. MMmmmmmm. Huuhhhhhhhhh” was all she was able to get out as she got wetter every second and every lick. I sucked the clit between my lips and plunged a finger in her now dripping cunt to an audible moan.

“YAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she yelled as her breathing got faster and faster and she started getting close to cumming. She tasted really good so I was enjoying her sweetness almost as much as she was getting her clit licked. I found a spot sucking hard on her clit and lapping up the length of her dripping pussy and she got silent – then her whole body shook.

The orgasm froze her for illegal bahis a couple of seconds as I tasted a rush of wetness flowing from her juicy cunt. She couldn’t get any words out of her mouth just closed her legs around my head and had these panted moans trying to recover from a level of orgasm that she hadn’t expected. Then came the last burst and she screamed

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. . . YYYYYEESSSSSSS!!!! Oh God, Tim, Oh my God!!!! Ohhh. Ohhhh. Oooohhhhhh. . .” as she lay there trying to catch her breath and then sat up.

Her cum was still on my lips and face because she came so hard. Before I realized it, she had pulled my lips to her and she kissed me with lots of tongue – tasting her own juices on my lips. Her hands were quickly roaming from behind my head to my chest to my stomach and down to my stiff prick which was now aching for more attention. As she moved her lips to my neck and my ears, still very horny, she caught me off guard when she said,

“Tim, I never thought a man could make me cum from doing that!”

“Well, I’m just full of surprises”

“You lick pussy as good as a woman. I thought I was a lesbian for a while because I love the way we girls touch. But I realized I like cock too much. If you ever find another girl for a 3-some, I’m totally up for it”

I was hard before she said this. After it sank in – I was beyond rock hard – more like diamond. I went to suck on her tits after hearing this but I wasn’t fast enough.

She had grabbed my cock and held it flat against my stomach while she took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked on it. She swirled illegal bahis siteleri it around with her tongue and went down further and licked up and down the bottom of my sagging nut sack and I watched her do this and suck my balls for the next few minutes, while she stroked my hard cock the whole time.

She let me sit up and then she positioned herself to my right side. She laid her head in between my thighs sucked on the base of the shaft on the underneath side while massaging my balls with her right hand and stroked me with her left. I had returned to heaven after only a half an hour.

After getting used to my size during the first blowjob she was able to go down on my whole length this time pretty easily. As this was my 2nd time, my hardness remained quite a while, so I knew I could have a lot of fun.

I didn’t hesitate and slid the middle finger of my right hand in her wet pussy, surprising her a little bit, as she moaned with 4 inches of my cock in her mouth. Before too long, I added a 2nd finger and was fucking her pussy while she inhaled my cock even harder than the first time. I used my thumb occasionally to rub her huge clit and she moaned and paused every time I hit a spot that made her shake a little bit.

She increased her sucking pace as long as she could bear it. Soon, I hit her g-spot with my fingers and she had no choice but to pull her mouth off my cock as she soaked my hand with another shattering orgasm.

“OHHHH. AAAHHHHH. YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHH. MMMMMMMMM” as screams and inaudible noises were all she could get out as the sound of my fingers fucking canlı bahis siteleri her wet pussy signified she came a lot with this orgasm.

She was delirious after another earth-shaking orgasm, but it did not reduce her desire to keep sucking my hardon. She was intent as ever to swallow another load of mine.

“You said you like pictures. Do you mind?”

“As long as you send ’em to me later. . . . ” was her response. Then my cock was inside her mouth once again.

I knew I didn’t have a lot of time the rate she was going, but as I took pictures, she seemed to pose for the camera every so often. I got shots of her stroking me, sucking my balls, licking the giant purple head of my cock, licking up and down the shaft and her taking it all down her throat with her nose touching my groin.

As soon as I put the camera down, she said “I want you to swallow your cum again”

She kept a medium pace, but she kneaded and massaged my balls so expertly it wasn’t long before I was going to explode in another orgasm.

“Here it comes. . . . AHHHHH!!!” I moaned as she sucked and swallowed my cum – spurt by spurt as it filled her amazingly talented mouth for the 2nd time in no more than an hour. She squeezed my shaft milking every last drop out of my somewhat softening cock as she sucked the head again because she knew it would make me gasp and shudder.

“MMMmmmmm. I love your cum. I love your cock.” As she sucked it a little more but it still didn’t get completely soft.

“God you suck me so good. What’d I do to deserve this type of treatment?” I said to her half-joking.

“Well, I can’t remember the last time I had one orgasm like that, let alone two.” she said back to me, still stroking my semi-hard dick. “I hope you have condoms with you, because I want more of this”. . . .

—-continued in Chapter 03—-

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Angela sat at the table, alone and miserable. It had been a miserable evening so far and the likelihood remained that it would stay like this for the rest of the night. She felt so alone and out of it, sitting alone at a table on a hot night in France. She knew that she should have been sitting at this table with Jamie, closing her eyes as he kissed her and then dancing with him close, letting his hands explore her body in public and then, later on, letting him undress her slowly in private. But that would never happen again. Not since she had walked in on Jamie and another woman fucking like animals. Angela had stared into Jamie’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Then she had turned and run, only returning later that night to collect her things.

Now she was living alone in a world that seemed to be populated only by couples. It had been ages since she had enjoyed an evening out and being on her own, she liked this one even less.

Angela drained her glass and let it fall to the top of the table. In the background, she noticed the cabaret of the hotel had changed its tune and now it was playing a low drum beat.

Two dancers, one male, the other female came onto the stage. The man was dressed in white trousers, the woman in a see-thru leotard. They gyrated round the tables until the man caught her and lifted his partner onto a raised platform. The pair writhed, the man thrusting his pelvis, almost as if he was making love to the woman in public, the woman, her legs wrapped round his middle. Every time he thrust, her body arched in simulated erotic pleasure. The drumming increased in tempo until it was constant beat as the man pushed in and out until the beat stopped. The dance had ended. The performers took their bows and left the stage. As he walked off, the man looked Angela in the eye and blew a kiss at her. She smiled back. He was certainly handsome, dressed only in white trousers while his tanned, lean body was drenched in sweat.

Angela stood, letting her long red hair tumble down over her shoulders as she bent down and picked up her bag inside of which was a better dress than the one she was wearing. Angela disliked the black dress she had on. Jamie had given it to her the year before she had left him. It was made of black cotton with spaghetti bahis firmaları straps, the front was slit to reveal most of her cleavage and breasts while another slit revealed most of her long, slender leg. Angela wanted something a little more demure. She wasn’t sure why she had chosen to wear this particular dress. Maybe she wanted to show off as much of her body as possible. As she stood up, Angela realised that the man had been looking straight down her cleavage at her exposed breasts. Angela smiled, enjoying the man’s gaze on her body.

She had enjoyed the dance and wished she could have been the female partner. When she had been alone at night and unable to sleep, she had allowed her hand to slide between her legs to her neatly trimmed mound and pleasure herself.

The man came over, a white jacket hung on his shoulders. Angela allowed herself the guilty pleasure of examining his body in detail now that he was up close. Angela decided that above all the things she wanted tonight, she wanted a guilty, sweaty one night stand with a man she knew nothing about. She wanted someone to tear off this dress and be naked with this man and to perform a dance with him alone. She wanted his thick rod to invade her body like a jack hammer.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“No.” said Angela “But I want you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“I want you to follow me.” said Angela, with a dangerous look in her eye.

They walked out together past the beach and into one of the half built cabins. Angela walked to the far wall and leaned against it.

“I liked your dance tonight.” Angela whispered to the man.

“It is meant to be erotic.” said the man.

“It is,” said Angela,” very erotic.” She paused, uncertain how to proceed, and then she plucked up enough courage to ask him.

“Tell me, do you get a hard on as you dance with the woman.”

“It’s hard not to,” smiled the man. He drew close and reached out a hand, caressing Angela’s bare arm. She shivered with excitement at his soft touch.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered “I loved it when you bent down to collect your bag. What is in there? Condoms? I know what you came here for.”

Angela dropped the bag on the floor. The man knelt down and opened it, taking out the other dress. kaçak iddaa He held it up next to Angela.

“So why did you bring another dress?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to get rid of this one. I hate it.”

“Then why did you wear it?”

Angela could not find an answer.

“My ex-boyfriend gave it to me. He used to like sliding the straps off my shoulders and then making love to me.”

“Let me guess, he left you for another woman.”

“How could you tell?” she asked.

“Just the look of sadness in your eyes. If it’s any comfort, he is a fool to leave such a beautiful woman like you.”

“He was unfaithful to me. I would give anything just to post the remains of this dress back to him with the straps destroyed.”

The man forcibly kissed her and pushed her against the bare concrete wall of the unfinished house. Angela tried to resist him at first but as his tongue began to explore her mouth; she relaxed and let him probe even further, his hands holding her body tight next to his bare chest. It was the first time in months that she had kissed anyone. With one hand, she started to push the man’s jacket off his shoulders. While he was still kissing her, the man shrugged and the jacket fell to the floor.

Angela leaned back, enjoying the sensation of the kiss and gently pushed the man away.

“Do you want this dress destroyed?” asked the man.

“Yes.” gasped Angela.

The man stepped up and pushed her roughly against the wall again. Before Angela could protest, his hand was at the hem of her dress and tore it away. The dress ripped off her body in one smooth movement, leaving Angela naked before this man that she had never met before. Her tits stood out from her body, erect and proud, hard as diamonds.

The man unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them, as naked as Angela was, his thick cock standing out at an angle in front of him. Forcibly, he pushed Angela against the wall and let his rough hands grab and paw her breasts. The man got down on his knees and pushed his face fully into her bush of dark orange curls and began to graze her clitoris with his teeth. She lifted a leg and let the man have free entry into her cunt as Angela leaned against the wall, thrusting her pelvis towards him. She began kaçak bahis to feel her juices flow as his tongue slid easily in and out of her body. Suddenly she experienced the first orgasm, cumming hard in the man’s face.

“Oh shit, that feels so good.” she gasped as the man continued to lap up her juices and eat her pussy out further. “I want you inside me so much.” she said.

The man stood up and pulled her close, his cock finding its way smoothly into her body, and then withdrawing. Angela gasped in pleasure as the man slammed his cock into her pussy again, just a little way but enough to make her climax again. As he pressed it further against her body, she spread her legs wider until he was moving in and out of her with ease. She climaxed again and again as the man slammed his rod into her cunt. Angela presented her breasts up to the man so that he could suck on her tits. He licked around the red area surrounding her nipple before sucking on one of them, his tongue flicking the teat, exciting Angela even more.

“You really know how to make a woman cum, don’t you baby.” gasped Angela as she felt the muscles of her pussy clamp tight around his cock, driving him on.

Suddenly, the man stopped. Angela leaned against the wall, her knees wobbling and unable to support her weight.

“I’m almost ready to cum inside of you.” said the man, “do you want me to?”

“Yes. And don’t be gentle. I want your cock all the way inside me before you cum.” said Angela.

The man slammed her against the wall, his erect cock slamming all the way into her. Angela felt as if she was going to explode as his jism burst deep inside her and she climaxed once and for all, gasping and yelping and screaming in pleasure. When the man had shot his load, he pulled his thick manhood out of her, pulled on his jacket and left.

Angela slumped against the wall, gasping in ecstasy. Her body coming down from the erotic high she had just been on. In her mind she could hear a buzzing which was growing more and more intense.

And then she woke up, alone. There was nobody there for Angela. The sun was up and shining through the windows. She got out of bed and smiled at the day. She had enjoyed the dream and she realized that she had peaked in her sleep. Angela knew that she would have another man to make love to soon and in the meantime, she would dream about him at night. She reached down and picked up the remains of the black cocktail dress, then went downstairs and put it in the dustbin.

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