The Bike Ride

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He was fifteen minutes late she thought to herself as she looked at her watch. All I want to do is go home and relax, where is he? I’ll give him five more minutes and then I am calling cab. Just then a motorcycle pulls into the parking lot. Nice bike, maybe I’ll ask him for a ride home she thought.

The man on the bike pulls up in front of her, stops, grabs an extra helmet from behind him and hands it to her. She instinctively reaches for the helmet, pauses in midair, shakes her head and says,

“Sorry! I am waiting for my man.”

“It’s me babe! Hop on! Let’s go!”

She puts the helmet on, hikes up her skirt, straddles the bike behind him and wraps her arms around him. With out a word to her he pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving. They get onto to the highway; well they were definitely not headed home she thought. She hugs him tightly, he pats her hand, and she rests her head against his back to enjoy the ride.

She squirms in her seat, the vibration of the bike starting to get to her. She very slowly starts to rub her hands over his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and occasionally his crotch. The city is now behind them, they are up in the mountains. The road is not as smoothly paved and with each bump tiny shock waves of pleasure course through her body. I hope he pulls over soon; I can’t take much more of this she thinks.

As if reading her mind, he turns off the main road and heads down a heavily wooded lane. As they near the end of the lane, she notices a small lake up ahead and the area seems completely deserted. He stops in a copse of trees, takes off his helmet, reaches behind him, grabs her, and moves her so now she is in front of him straddling the bike. He gingerly removes her bahis firmaları helmet, caresses her cheek, runs his fingers through her hair, and then pulls her gently towards him. He kisses her deeply, passionately. She wraps her arms around him just as he wraps his arms around her.

He continues to kiss her as his hands worshipfully travels over her back, her sides. He begins to deftly undo the buttons on her blouse as her hands wonder lovingly over his chest. He cups her breast and tenderly squeezes. He slides his hand into her bra and frees her breast, then the other. He gazes at them like a man starving would stare at a buffet. He lowers his head to her breasts and begins to suck, lick, and nip at them lightly. She moans and her hands wonder further south, rubbing against his crotch. She begins to undo his jeans, freeing his hard and thick throbbing cock from its confines. She lightly runs her fingers up and down the length of his cock, stopping occasionally to rub her thumb over the head, smearing his pre-cum over it.

His hand skims down her leg and slowly makes its way back up under her skirt. She’s wearing the panties that tie on the side; that’s my girl he thought to himself. He unties her panties and she feels the cool air caress her hot wet pussy. She moans. He runs his finger over her pussy, touching everywhere but where she really wants to be touched. She whimpers softly in expectation each time he comes close to touching her clit. He looks up into her eyes and she says, ‘please.’ He gently pinches her clit and slides a finger deep inside of her. Her pussy clinches around his finger, trying to trap him deep within her folds. He slowly pulls it out till it is almost all the way out and adds another finger kaçak iddaa as he enters again. She moans loudly. He begins to finger-fuck her vigorously all the while sucking, licking, and nipping at her nipples. She can feel the vibration of the bike underneath her ass as shock waves of pleasure begin to course through her body. He feels her pussy clenching his fingers as he continues to thrust them in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb with each upward stroke. He knows that she is on the verge; he looks up into her eyes, and tells her to come.

She whimpers softly and comes on his fingers. He grabs her by the waist, tells her to place her feet on his thighs and to hold herself up with the handle bars. He moves his hands to her ass and lifts her pussy up to his face, licking up her all of her pussy juices. He begins to fuck her with his tongue, his goatee rubbing against her naked flesh. She shudders as another orgasm rocks her body.

“I need to feel you inside of me.”

He lowers her back down and she lovingly grabs his cock and guides him to her entrance. She slowly lowers herself down onto him just as his tongue thrusts into her mouth. She can taste her juices; she moans in the back of throat as she completely impales herself on his hard throbbing cock. He kisses her neck and whispers into her ear, “That’s it baby, fuck me.”

With one hand supporting her back and the other playing havoc with her breasts he continues talking to her; pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She continues to rises up and down on him; her hands on his shoulders supporting herself. Enjoying each shock of pleasure that courses through her body. She moans and tells him she is getting close. He lowers his mouth to one kaçak bahis of her nipples and nips it lightly. He grabs her hips and lifts her up off of him. She moans with disappointment. He lightly smacks her ass, tells her to turn around. She complies with all haste as he plays with her pussy.

She places her feet on the running boards, and presents him with her ass. He grabs her hips, bringing her wet pussy into contact with his throbbing cock. He positions himself at her entrance and thrusts just the tip of his cock inside of her.

“Is this what you want babe?”

She moans in answer; he thrusts a little deeper and pulls out so just the tip of his cock is inside her pulsing pussy. Holding her by the hips so she can not move, he says,

“Tell me what you want babe.”

“You! I want you!”

“You have me babe. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” As he slides just a little bit deeper inside of her.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ask me nicely.” Pulling himself almost completely out of her once again. She moans in frustration.

“Would you please fuck me?”

He slams deeply into her, filling her completely once again. Her body shudders in relief. She begins to thrust her hips back towards him, meeting him thrust for thrust. With each thrust, her nipples graze the handle bars, she grabs the throttle, turns it to rev up the engine, feeling the vibration of the bike on her nipples. He reaches around with one hand and begins to play with her clit, alternating between rubbing it and gently pinching it. He knows that she is close because he can feel her pussy begin to quiver. “That’s my girl, come for me.” Harder and faster he thrusts into her. They both explode together; he pours his cum deep inside of her as her body quakes with pleasure.

After a few moments, he pulls out of her she moans in disappointment and turns around. He kisses her sweetly and says, “Let’s go home.”

Wylde Aphrodite

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The Big Bang

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I am returning to New York City following a business trip to Cairo. I was sent there to troubleshoot a computer problem a hotel was having with their new reservations system. Fortunately for me, I was able to resolve their issue in a day. This is the third time this month that I have had to travel overseas to handle a client’s problem, and frankly, I’m tired. I know, overseas travel for work seems glamorous at first, but after you do it a few times, the novelty wears off quickly. I think my boss can tell I’m getting tired of the travel, that’s why the company sprung for a return flight on a private jet. Right now, I’m feeling like one lucky son of a bitch.

Currently, our small jet is flying somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea at thirty-five thousand feet. There are only three people in the passenger cabin for this flight. Myself, a female passenger and a flight attendant. The flight attendant is seated at the very front of the cabin. The female passenger, whom I find quite attractive, is seated in the first row of seats and I am seated in the second row of seats. We have never met before.

The female passenger is wearing a stylish bahis firmaları white blouse and a form fitting blue skirt which stops just above the knee. Her choice of clothing accents her athletic form perfectly. She also possesses piercing eyes, which are the most beautiful shade of grey. Her make up and long, black, hair are done to perfection. She is a vision of beauty.

Midway through the flight she leaves her seat and heads to the back of the plane where refreshments and the lavatory are located. I am reading a magazine as she passes, but I glance up at her and our eyes meet; in that moment, it is as if we have known each other forever. She gestures with her hand for me to follow her and I do. We arrive at the double sliding doors which lead to the lavatory, and I open them. We both quickly enter and I close and lock the door behind us.

Once inside we both face each other and stare at one another in brief disbelief at what we both know is about to happen. Slowly, I lean in and kiss her lips, She in turn does the same. Second by second, our kisses become faster and more passionate. Before long, both of our tongues search kaçak iddaa each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.

As the fire between us grows, I start to use my hands to unbutton and then remove her blouse. She then assists me by removing her bra. Stunned by the heavenly sight in front of me, I firmly grab one of her breasts and greedily suck on it. Her nipples become erect and I repeat the sucking process on each of her breasts several times. I then reach under her skirt to remove her panties, but to my surprise I discover she is wearing none. Pleasantly surprised, I immediately kneel before her and thrust my head between her legs to lick her already wet snatch. She tastes delicious. She moans quietly and moves very little at first, but after a few minutes, her hips begin to buck wildly and her moans increase in volume. Finally, she orgasms powerfully and pushes my head aside so that I will not continue to stimulate her already over stimulated clitoris. I readily agree to her demands and stand up.

I then remove my pants and underwear and she can finally see how rock hard I am. I lean in towards her, give her a quick passionate kiss kaçak bahis and then lift her onto the small sink in the lavatory. I then gently place my aching, hard penis inside of her and begin thrusting slowly. I let out an involuntary grunt as I marvel at the warm, tightness of her womanhood. I wish we could stay like this forever. However, we both know this feeling cannot last forever, we are both on the verge of an uncontrollable release. We both instinctively increase the speed of our thrusting and become breathless in the process. Suddenly, we both reach the height of excitement at the same time and I have just enough presence of mind to pull out and uncontrollably shoot several pools of hot jism onto her stomach while her body quivers from the strong orgasm she experiences. We are both exhausted. We both smile at one another and give each other one last kiss.

“By the way, my name is Chris.” I awkwardly utter.

She says in reply, “My name is Olga.”

We both let out a huge laugh at the total insanity of introducing ourselves, after having satisfied our carnal desires. We truly put the cart before the horse.

After we clean up and get dressed, we sit next to one another and talk for the remainder of the flight. Neither of us know where our journey together in life will end, but we certainly started it with a great, big, BANG!

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Sister-in-Law Desires

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I have always been attracted to Lisa. Right from the time my wife asked if I wanted to come and meet her brother Stephen’s new girlfriend. I accepted, and my initial impression was one of a fantastically realistic body (you know, not the ultra skinny form that seems to have become societies ‘ideal’, but rather a curvy, shapely, classically feminine form that you just want to hold) and of beautiful blue eyes forming the centre-piece of a gorgeously cute face framed by brunette hair. There was also an aloofness, or as I gradually learnt, a hard shell of self-protection surrounding her that was vaguely troubling.

This kept our relationship through the early years quite cool, as I am also fairly reserved and struggled with her barriers. In many ways, we are actually quite similar, with a lack of self confidence often coming across as arrogance. Of course, it was something that, at that point, I simply did not have the self-awareness to know. One thing I did know, however, was that I found her remoteness vaguely alluring though I had no idea why. I even found myself going out of my way to draw positive reactions from her whenever we met.

I became really conscious of my slowly increasing interest the day she and Stephen called in at our house. They had been swimming, and Lisa was still in her bikini with a towel wrapped around her waist. They stayed for several hours, even though my wife Rachael had had to go out, and Lisa was clearly uncomfortable with her state of dress, or lack of. For such a proud and yet insecure young lady it was always going to be difficult. She maintained a rigid and stoic manner, but the awkward periodic adjusting of the bikini top simply drew my attention to her, and I realized with some embarrassment that I had been taking in the curve of her wonderfully formed breasts and porcelain-skinned tummy with growing desire.

Stephen seemed oblivious to my ogling of his future wife, so after they left I tried to convince myself that it had only been a fleeting glance and had gone unnoticed. Not so, apparently. Even though she had only been there during the early part of the visit, my wife had clearly recognized my interest too. We were in bed that night when she brought it up.

“So, who’s attracted to their possible sister-in-law, then?”

“Huh, sorry? What are you talking about?”

“Lisa. You couldn’t stop admiring her.”

“No way!” I blustered. “Even if they get married, she isn’t technically my sister-in-law anyway.” I was trying to divert the thrust of the conversation. All to no avail.

“You couldn’t help yourself! I’m not surprised, she does have a lovely body.”

“Does she? I didn’t notice…. Well… yeah, I guess so. But she’s a cold one, in any case. I never feel comfortable around her, and I’m pretty damn sure she can’t stand me anyway.” I was on the defensive.

“Maybe she does like you, but is uncomfortable with that attraction and puts up the walls as protection? bahis firmaları She’s told me before that she thinks you are very handsome. Did you ever think of that?”

“Really!? No, no way. Things are just too awkward, too uncomfortable, for that to be true.” I felt myself going red, and my heart rate rise, at the thought that Lisa may be attracted to me.

“Well, you may be uncomfortable, but it seems you are also aroused by it.” She raised an eyebrow and gave an impish little smile in the direction of my groin, where indeed there were some signs that blood flow to my face was not the only happening. She then turned out the light before I could respond.

I lay there in a state of confusion. The realization that I had become aroused only served to increase the feeling! Then I felt a hand on my leg, slowly working its way upwards. The initial touch took my breath away.

“I don’t mind, you know,” she whispered. “You’re a man, and you’ll find other women attractive, it’s natural. And she is gorgeous. Just don’t do anything with them, ok?”

“Sure.” I could only manage a gasped reply as I struggled to answer, my focus torn to shreds between her voice and that gloriously soft hand that had reached my balls and was gently cupping and kneading my still relaxed sack.

“Mmm, I love your balls when they are still hanging slack like this”. Her hand felt wonderful, and I thought I was now fully erect. “Tell me, who else are you attracted to? Any of my friends?” The hand had moved on by this time, lightly caressing the shaft of my manhood, then wrapping the fingers around its girth and gently rubbing back and forth. “Do you want to fuck any of my friends?” She hardly ever swore during sex, and there was a huskiness in her tone that was intoxicating.

“No,” I croaked. “I mean, maybe. I dunno.” I was floundering, not sure of the answers I should be giving, aware only of the mounting signals being sent back to my brain from down there.

“No? Only Lisa then? You’d love to take her, wouldn’t you? How badly do you want her, to kiss those nipples, to make her wet, even to taste her?” I had never heard my wife like this, and through the mists of impending orgasm I desperately searched for the diplomatic reply. I needn’t have bothered — my cock answered for me, by swelling even further as I pictured myself with Lisa. Gosh she’d be nice to get naked with! Rachel felt it too, letting out a little hum as the head grew under her rhythmic fingers, but she ceased her motion as some pre-ejaculate appeared and coated her thumb. She stopped just for an instant, but it was enough for me to get some respite from the inexorable drive to orgasm. Another two strokes would have seen me go over, and in fact she could feel the spasms rock through my cock in preparation for the impending cum.

But I had escaped, narrowly. There was no way I wanted to cum, and cum hard, when she KNEW that I was focused on Lisa. I needed kaçak iddaa to get some control back and make this a more even session. Preferably to convince Rachel, and just as importantly myself, that I was actually there with HER and not the sexy little temptation from earlier in the day.

She had started masturbating me again and I knew I didn’t have long, so I nuzzled into her breast, seeking and finding a compliant and supple nipple. I ran little circles around it with my tongue, almost but not quite giving the little bud the contact it was after. Rach gave a little whimper and tried to shift the breast so as to place the nipple in my mouth, but I managed to avoid her, licking only around the extremes. Meanwhile my hands had been busy, gently massaging the far breast — again avoiding direct stimulation of the nipple — and then running down over the tummy and mons to her most sacred zone. I was stunned to find the whole area soaked. Not just moist, but actually wet! I scraped my nails down her inner thigh, drawing a shudder, and then ran the back of my middle knuckle gently from the bottom of her flowering opening to the top, just grazing across her clit at the end.

This produced a loud groan and sudden thrust as she tried to grind against my hand. Her rhythm on my cock had also faltered — thankfully! It meant I was now a chance of lasting long enough to make love to this little vixen. I gave her what she wanted by gently lashing the nipple with long, slow passes of the tongue, and she responded with a growl. One hand went to the back of my head to hold me on the breast, the other grabbed my hand and drove it against her sopping pussy.

I broke away from the nipple, replacing the stimulation with my left hand, and kissed her passionately. She moaned, and writhed, as I gently fingered her now exposed clit and rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger. The overpowering aroma of aroused womanhood pervaded my senses, and I was aflame, all thoughts of control shredded away by pure desire. Rach was thrusting to meet my fingers now, which I had reversed so that two had penetrated her beautiful vagina and allowed my thumb to rest on her button. I crossed my two fingers to increase vaginal stimulation, and we held this until, judging by the quickening of her breath and frantic moans, she was on the brink of her own precipice.

She suddenly broke off our kiss and maneuvered under me. “Take me!” she hissed. “Hard! And fast!” Her hand returned to my dick, massaging briefly before drawing me down to her entrance. I removed my fingers with a slow movement, and she squealed in response. I was leaking precum every where, and told her so.

“I… said… HARD!” she shot back, and grabbing my arse with both hands she drew me into her with a violent movement.

We both cried out in pleasure. I could just feel the cervix at the end of my dick, and knew that pregnancy was not an issue on this occasion. We were going kaçak bahis to run the gauntlet, and so be it. I started to thrust gently and then more urgently. Our lips met briefly, then slowly parted as though we mutually agreed that this was not about making soft love. It was a full on fuck. I upped the ante with my thrusting, withdrawing as far as I dare without risking popping out — she hates that — before ramming in as hard as I was game. I was rewarded with a cacophony of moans, cries and mutterings. Nails dug into my back, and it felt exquisite! My world closed in and I was conscious only of the softness of Rachael’s thighs on the outside of my legs, of the wetness running down my scrotum as it slapped against her perineum, and then suddenly of the wonderful feelings from my agonizingly hard member.

Rach was somehow aware too, because she abruptly stopped me. “Not yet. Not like this, I’m not ready,” and withdrew me. She rolled onto all fours, presenting her womanhood to me, the labia still spread from our fucking. “Take me again,” she ordered, and I obeyed with alacrity. I felt ready to burst, and wanted nothing now but to cum, and cum hard. I drove it home with an animalistic rush, earning a shriek of delight, and soon had Rach bucking, swearing and groaning with the rhythm again. I started rubbing on her engorged clitoris, which sent her into raptures.

Then, and I don’t know why, I abandoned massaging her pussy, and instead picked up both her feet that lay next to me and started to squeeze and rub them with every rapid thrust into her sex. “Oh, God…. Jason… YES! That’s it!! I fucking love that!” she squealed. Then looking back at me with a mask of pure lust and eyes clouded with pleasure “Ohhhhh, take me… take me…. take me like you’d take Lisa! Is this how you’d take her? Fuck me! Fuck me like you want to fuck Lisa!”

The name burst through my haze like a tidal wave, conjuring up a vision of my recent fancy, naked and dripping, on hands and knees with those magic breasts bouncing and swaying. I increased the vigour of my pounding even further in response. And then I was gone, swept away in a flood of ecstasy and release!! The ripples flowed through me, I’m sure I yelled out, and I tried to draw the sensations up my spine, arching my back with every contraction through my groin. Rachel was climaxing too, though I was now unaware who I was actually fucking, as I filled her with pulse after pulse. She was yelling my name with every spasm through her pelvic floor. Eventually I collapsed forward onto her back, still coupled, and we stayed there, panting and sweating as the plateau gradually subsided.

Finally, I withdrew and lay down next to her. In the half-light coming through the blinds, Rachael looked like a self-satisfied cat, perfectly content. She seemed happy enough, no signs of annoyance, but I still had to ask.

“Umm…… whose name did I yell out?”

She smirked a little, and said, “Mine,” then gave me a lingering kiss. Before reaching down and gently milking my still weeping cock and flashing me that sexy little smile of hers.

Then added coquettishly, “But I got you, didn’t I?”

Damn!

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Silent Song

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A cry from a morning lark stirred her from her sleep. She languidly stretched in her feline way and breathed in the morning mountain air. Cool, crisp, silent save for the birds and a gentle breeze bringing a hint of autumn. Stirring from her bed, she looked out the window of her holiday cabin. The undulating scene before her, the colors creeping into the forest leaves, the solitude and the chance to regroup from a busy life left her refreshed and invigorated.

The only sign of humanity around her was the track wending down from her hill to the valley, and a couple of plumes of fireplace smoke from some distant chimneys. Another magic day – what would it bring to her?

Today, she thought she would visit the local township and take in the color and atmosphere. Being a little out of the ways, it wasn’t touristy, but it wasnt the backblocks and completely isolated. She’d felt welcome last time she went in for supplies. She smiled quietly to herself thinking about the cute young man behind the grocery counter- so friendly, so effortlessly strong, those muscles smoothly sliding under his shirt as he loaded the supplies into her car, only to smile warmly, a godlike prince waiting to learn about the world… her mind drifted into a pleasant singsong musing as she slipped into the shower. Oh, she might be out in the middle of nowhere, but she’d made sure she had all her creature comforts. Getting back to nature only took one so far in appreciation.

And nature had treated that young man soooo well. The warm stream of water played down her neck and back, she leaned back and let it caress her hair, touch her satin skin….

Felt really good. She let the languidity of sleep slowly wash out of her, but with the same pleasant afterglow remaining. She stroked her face, a face that was again showing its beauty having shed a busy life for a couple of weeks – her smile was coming back to her and she felt again like a teenager, tasting the wonders of adult life with the energy and spirit that was creeping back into her soul

The City is fine, but every so often you have to get back to basics – to keep in touch with reality. The water bubbled playfully down her neck and over her breasts – she watched it stream over in rivulets down her body – pleased with her shape, her womanliness.

Was bahis firmaları his smile for me? She mused – or did all the women and girls visit the town just to catch his sparkling brown eyes and broad shoulders? Her left hand left her cheek and smoothly drifted down the water to her left breast – she let a finger lazily circle around and over. It had been a while since she’d given herself permission to think about men. How old would he be, 23? 27? She tried to remember the name on his badge – it eluded her. It should have read Adonis. Wonder if he’ll be there today?

Her finger started to take on its own rhythm, circling her areola, lightly touching her nipple. She enjoyed the gradual sensuousness of blood flowing in and engorging her breasts – her nipple hardening and filling under her caress. The warmth of the flow and the smell of pine gave her a heady feeling, stimulating and yet so laid back. Her right hand slid across her other breast, cupping it, sampling their fullness and gently pressing with her palm – sending a thrill through her.

She would have to visit the town today she thought, and giggled – she did feel so light headed and excited – how could a boy give her so much to look forward to on a simple shopping trip? It wasn’t as if she’d thought about him a lot since then. But since then, she’d had the chance to sort through a lot of things – experience the pleasure of simplicity.

Her finger had done its job well; she felt her skin tingling and a familiar smoothness enter her loins. When was the last time she had played like this – with so much time to take pleasure in herself? Too long. Her right hand drifted down her stomach, she felt the familiar entanglement of her pubic hair, beckoning onwards and downwards. Twirling her fingers there, she remembered the wonder of her early budding womanhood and her marvel at the growth emerging – only to get caught up in bikini lines and other conforming activity.

It reminded her of the first time she explored her body, her fingers lightly touching those folds, enjoying the sensation they gave her. Her growing body indulging in idle fantasies about older boys – but all so new and exciting. Again her fingers touched her lips the same way. The lips on her mouth parted slightly in unison. kaçak iddaa The wetness – was it water, or her own body – it was difficult to tell, but she knew both were there, beckoned her and those naughty fingers again took up a rythym of their own, long, languid strokes along the length of her swelling lips

She thought about the young man again, she saw him smiling at her, she remembered casting her eyes over his strong frame, his tight jeans, his dark hair. Her breathing became heavy as she mentally pictured asking him if he would mind bringing the groceries to her house.

In her mind’s eye, she watched his appraising look – and that warm smile lightening his face, then watching him check with his Boss if that was ok – and running out of the store throwing his apron back inside as he left

Her breathing became more urgent, those lips opened further and her fingers stroked and searched longingly. She felt the nub of hardness slightly inside her and experienced an electric thrill as the digits probed and found her. A low moan escaped her mouth and she started to slowly rock back and forth imagining his hard body pressed to her

Her passion raced the vision to her front door, where she opened up and invited him in for a cool drink. His body brushing hers as he carried the groceries past her – and she found she uncontrollably touched his passing shoulder.

Her dream: His head turned and she felt his smouldering eyes looking straight into her soul and liking what he saw there. The anticipation of the fantasy now taking over her body, she probed deeper, rythmically, enjoying the increasing pace and feel. Two fingers and a dream – so wonderful, so delicious, so overpowering

She saw him slowly reach for the glass and their fingers touched – and lingered. He looked shy (her breathing was now interpersed with deep longing gasps and moans) as she lifted a finger to his cheek, and touched him lightly – he, drawn closer to her. The glass, placed on the counter, at last they took each other in a grasp of passion.

She felt herself take in his smell – an honest working smell – masculine, erotic and overpowering. their lips locked, she explored his mouth, breathing him in. His hands grasping her shoulders, one moving down her back to press his groin against hers kaçak bahis – and she felt him hardening in his jeans

So taken by her fantasy, she did not hear the door, and the enquiring call. Unlocked, the visitor slowly entered, hearing the call of passion and a figure, a shadow moaning in the bathroom. The visitor, torn by curiosity, and the instruction from his friendly boss that he bring these supplies up because he was sure she’d be needing them

He placed the parcel on the bench. Turning to leave, her gasps made him stop. Not unfamiliar with matters of love, he lingered and pondered the risk. And accepted it. He moved towards the bathroom.

Slowly, past the threshold he saw her, lost in her own pleasure and body, leaning back, her fingers, her hands taking her to ecstasy. He moved closer – her eyes shut – and moved his head to kiss her nipple. So lost by it all, so smoothly was his caress, that she did not open her eyes, but took his mouth and lets his hands snake around her, taking her to him, fully clothed in the pouring shower

He loosened his belt, she tore off his shirt – she still closed to the reality with her – and he pressed his now naked body against her. Slowly her eyes opened – disbelief and confusion briefly crossing her face – until his kiss enveloped her and she freed her hand to take him in it – feeling the power in her palm – not disappointing at all! He lifted her up; she released him and parted her legs to let him impale her – taking him easily. Holding her up, their hips locked together, she hungrily drank his kisses, already fully aroused and aching for him, she arched her back and she rode him harder, and harder, over and over – melting and crying out again and again as sparks flew in her head, as if for the first time her true power was released. She shuddered as orgasm finally took her completely – his heat and strength still growing, fuelling her uncontrollable bliss. He gasped and hardened, trembling – she, partly spent, gave her rhythm to him, kissing and caressing him – unbelievable! How could fate have made this gift? She gave him his release and he roared in unmitigated orgasm, bucking into her and gasping and groaning – could Men come this long – magnificent.

Eventually, still locked against each other, his gasps subsided and they stumbled onto the bed.

What is your name she asked? He muttered shyly – It’s a crazy name – She insisted. He shyly but with sparkling eyes whispers the words

Adonis – my mother named me Adonis

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Simply Addicted to Somali Women

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Anal sex is considered haram according to the most sacred rules of Islam, but I can’t help but feel great pleasure as my boyfriend Marcus Claude slides his pole deep inside my bum hole. I lay on the couch, naked save for my hijab, legs spread and jaw slack as Marcus continued fucking me in the ass. In case you’re wondering who this is, the name is Abshiro Wahid, and I’m a young Somali woman living in the City of London, England.

I was born in Somaliland but spent eighteen of my twenty three years in the United Kingdom. I’m as Westernized as can be, much to the chagrin of my parents, Ali and Amaal Wahid. I love anal sex, and I’m a Muslim woman who doesn’t care whose pride it may hurt when I confess my present and future sexual sins. Don’t like it? Too bad, because it’s my body and I will fuck if I want to!

Marcus groans as he continues drilling my butt. I gently run my hands through his chest hairs as he pounds me. My sexy Haitian stud leans over and buries his face between my tits, and I moan in delight. I wrap my arms around him and urge him to fuck me harder. Marcus laughs, and tells me that he loves the feel of my tight Somali ass around his big Haitian dick. I can’t get enough of him, and I want him to know it.

We’re really loud as we go at it in my dormitory at Cambridge University, and we couldn’t care less. Besides, whether we’re African or Afro-Caribbean, Christian or Muslim, us Blacks have a reputation for being loud and passionate. It’s in our blood, I believe. I think my flatmates at Cambridge expect me to be loud, and whenever my boyfriend comes over, we certainly don’t disappoint them.

As Marcus continues fucking my ass, I gently rub my pussy lips. Nothing like the feel of a big dick in her ass to rev up a woman’s sexual engine. My pussy is so fucking wet it’s not even funny. I thrust two fingers inside my wet cunt as Marcus cock continues stretching my anal cavity. By Allah, this man just keeps going and going like the frigging energizer bunny! I close my eyes and simply let go as he pounds away at me, and he starts really tearing up my ass with his magic stick.

Marcus bahis firmaları introduced me to anal sex a month and a half ago, and while I was very reluctant to try it the first time, now I can’t get enough of it. I didn’t think women could become addicted to anal sex. I thought it was just something gay guys did. Marcus showed me the error of my ways, and now I’m happy to say that I’m an anal-loving Somali slut. Just like so many of my Somali sisters before me, no doubt, I’m just more open about it.

After pounding my ass for like an hour, Marcus eases his cock out of me. I wince, for even with the lubricant, his dick felt huge in my asshole. Marcus smiles at me and asks me if I’m okay. I was about to answer him when something, well, untoward happened. Without warning, my ass muscles unclenched, suddenly feeling empty due to Marcus penis vacating my anal cavity…and I released a loud, wet fart that I didn’t even realize I had been holding. Damn.

Could anything more embarrassing happen? I looked at Marcus sheepishly, and felt myself shrink as I said sorry. Marcus laughed, and then he squeezed out a loud, wet fart himself. I rolled my eyes at him and playfully smacked his chest. Marcus laughed, and asked me why I did that. I grinned and told him that unlike his, my farts didn’t smell. And I said it with a straight face, too.

Marcus and I took a breather, and he went to the bedroom to get some more condoms and lubricant. I lay there on the couch, fingering my pussy. Truth be told, my ass was sore and while I did enjoy having Marcus cock inside my bum hole, I think I’ve had enough dick up my ass for one day. I pulled out the dildo I normally hid under the couch and gently eased it out of its plastic container.

I’m a dirty gal in every way except when it comes to sexual hygiene. In order words, I clean up my toys after sex so nothing bad happens. This shiny green dildo is one of my favorites. I’ve had it for years. I rubbed its head against my pussy lips, and gently began fucking my pussy with it. I admit that I probably love anal sex more than the next gal, but pleasuring kaçak iddaa my pussy is important to me too. Marcus is a terrific lover and a wonderful guy. I care for him a great deal and he rocks in the bedroom. Still, sometimes I think he likes my ass more than he likes my pussy. I’d prefer for my boyfriend to like all of me, you know?

When Marcus came back with the condoms and lubricant, he found me in a compromising position, to say the least. He just stood there and jerked off while watching me fuck my pussy with the dildo. I had my eyes closed and didn’t open them until I heard him moan in pleasure as he came. I was MAD, and the fool couldn’t figure out why. I leapt to my feet, and stormed over to him. Marcus actually shrank back from me.

I looked at our reflections in the wall mirror. What a sharp contrast between us! The six-foot-four, dark-skinned and muscular, gloriously naked Haitian guy shrinking back from the five-foot-eight, curvy and light-skinned, birthday-suit-clad and hijab-wearing Somali woman. Ha! Who says us women aren’t tougher than men?

Marcus laughed nervously, and asked me what was up. I glared at him imperiously and told him that he had no right to masturbate while watching me fuck myself without MY expressed permission. He shot me a sheepish grin and apologized. I smirked, and told him that as punishment, I’d deny him my booty until further notice. Marcus eyes widened, and I knew then that he would do anything I asked because this man loves my big brown booty. He’s an ass worshiper of the first caliber. Nubian ass worship, that’s his main thing.

Marcus literally got on his knees and begged me to have anal sex with. I smiled as I watched him grovel, and a wicked idea sprang into my conniving and twisted mind. Want anal sex, bud? Sure thing. Lube up while I fetch the harness for my strap-on dildo!

Marcus eyes widened like saucers when he saw that I meant business. I waved the dildo in front of his face, and told him that if he wanted a shot at my ass again, he’d have to prove himself…by letting me fuck his ass. Marcus looked at me with puppy-like kaçak bahis eyes and surrendered. I smiled, and made him assume the position. I spread his ass cheeks wide open, applied lubricant on his anus, and then pressed my strap-on dildo against his bum hole. I admired our reflections in the mirror. A big Haitian man on all fours, completely naked, and getting fucked by his strap-on-wielding and hijab-wearing, gorgeously naked Somali girlfriend. Hot!

I lubricated the dildo, then inserted it into Marcus asshole. The big Haitian man groaned as I penetrated him. I sank the dildo deep inside of him, and Marcus began to whine. I slapped his ass and ordered him to be quiet. I mean, I’ve taken his eight-inch, uncircumcised cock up my ass more times than I care to count, and we had a lot of fun that way. I didn’t whine half as much as he did while I fucked him in the ass, that’s for sure. When it was him fucking me up the ass, I took it like a champ. Tight-lipped, with barely a moan out of my lips. Marcus apparently could dish it out but had trouble taking it, for he howled as I sodomized him with my dildo.

Emboldened by Marcus screams and the awesome feeling of power I had over him, I slammed my dildo up his ass, fucking my sexy Haitian stud until he begged for mercy. I pulled my dildo out of his dirty ass, and Marcus slumped on the floor. I squatted over his face, and ordered him to lick my pussy. He hesitated, and I smacked his face. Obediently, Marcus licked my pussy. I smiled as I totally dominated my man, mind, body and soul.

That day, things forever changed between Marcus and myself. We had opened a fascinating, sensual and potentially dangerous door, and I knew that our relationship would never be the same afterwards. I’m a quiet and pious, conservatively dressed and hijab-wearing Somali gal with an outwardly peaceful life, yet behind closed doors I become a sexual cyclone. I love getting fucked by my man, and I love having him inside of me, but I also yearn to dominate.

I have it in me to be very dominant, and today we discovered that Marcus, the ass-breaking ebony stud with the big dick has it in him to be very submissive. I smiled at my boyfriend as we headed to the showers. We’d have a talk to talk about at supper time, that’s for sure. Let the good times roll, ladies and gentlemen.

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Sins of Emission Ch. 02

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Frederika awoke and immediately was so conscious of what she had done. She had slept with an old man, a really old man – more than slept, his semen was inside her. She swallowed. What would Sasha say, what would Sasha think? She could hardly not tell Sasha, her face would betray her anyway, would reveal she had ‘hit it off’ with someone. Perhaps she should make up a story about a handsome, local, olive skinned young man, perhaps younger than her, even, and with the most enormous…

Should she perhaps slip away now, before anything else happened. Justin, the man’s, breathing suggested sleep – and life. What if he had died in his sleep? How awful explaining why she was there with him, in his bed despite everyone being perfectly sure about what they had been doing together. Frederika could imagine the question, ‘did he pay you?’ Perhaps she should go, grab her clothes and put it all down to experience.

The experience, of course, of a long, long cock.

Frederika opened her eyes and there lying up the man’s stomach was ‘the thing.’ He was still asleep but, in the nature of men, had ‘morning wood.’ The sheet had been thrown aside and their naked bodies were there on the bed. The man with his grey hair curling on his chest and running down his stomach and then, there, his denuded penis as full as could be. His balls lolled across a thigh, a thigh with manly, but grey, curling hair upon it. The oldest man she had slept with before had been thirty-five, but this man… yes, twice the age.

His lined face was a bit leathery from too much sun, yet you could call him handsome in a way some old film actors seemed to hold a certain something. Frederika was, she knew, in with him for the next few days. She had promised – and sealed the agreement with sexual intercourse. She reached and lifted ‘the thing.’ Of course, her fingers did not reach around, but that was not unusual. Her fingers rarely met around the shaft of an engorged penis. They had closed around that thirty-five year man she had slept with for a few months, Dave Masters was his name as she recalled, but that had been because his dick had been – was – small. There had been no question of that. Small but ever so sweet. She had loved it to bits… more than Dave actually! Frederika held ‘the thing’ vertical and slowly ran the ring of her fingers upwards. No, size did not matter, it really did not, but variety and change were good: this penis was more than a change. She imagined Sasha’s eyes widening as she described it. How far had it gone in? Well, not all the way – that would have winded her!

Her hand reached the top and slowly she wanked, moving the foreskin. It did not wake him. Perhaps he was dreaming, dreaming of sex. Frederika thought it would be funny if she gave him a wet dream. See his cock spurt – or more likely dribble given his age – without even knowing he was being handled. What a cock! She moved closer, examining it, all of its ten plus inches. What a thing to have sticking out from your body. Craggy, but it was seventy years old! The head was lovely and smooth, though, a real plum. Frederika sniffed. It smelt of sex – and well it might given what it had been doing with her the night before. Should she?

Frederika opened her mouth and took the knob in between her lips. She had sucked upon it the night before – this was not her first suck of a ten-inch cock. It was big and warm in her mouth. Lovely! Not something she could in any way take all into her mouth. She could not suck it down her throat! Dave Masters’ cock had been a different matter. She had taken that completely into her mouth and his balls at the same time. He had been shaved too. Frederika well remembered kneeling with his sweet little cock in her mouth and watching herself in her long dressing mirror, her lips right up to his pubic bone. It had looked so strange – Dave’s genitalia completely gone. She wished she had taken or he had taken photographs. She would love to look at them. Dave’s lost cock, the sweet thing then out of her mouth before her face, dripping wet – and spurting. It hadn’t half done that! She had made it do that a lot. There had been a lot of penile spurting for those few months they had been together both inside her and without. Frederika recalled, standing in front of her mirror, or rather Dave standing there facing it and she pressed close up behind him, her sex pushed against his bottom, and wanking him; them both watching her hand and then ‘blam, blam’ against the mirror like a gun going off! Or, actually, two guns going off at each other – the mirror image and the real. What a mess on the mirror!

Her head bobbed, and the cock went deeper into her mouth. Frederika had been tempted to suck when she measured him but had not done so until they were out of the shower. Before they had gone into the shower he had taken the tape measure from her and then her clothes. He had undressed her like she had been undressed by her parents when a little girl. Men seemed to take delight in undressing women – both with güvenilir bahis their eyes and for real. It was clear he was no exception. His eyes had been very much focused on her buttons as he had undone her linen top, even to the extent of picking up a pair of half-moon glasses in gold frames the better to see. In a way it was funny, in a way it rather showed his age in needing reading glasses – the better to see the pattern on her brassiere… perhaps.

It was not the scene Frederika had envisaged. It had been quite a different man she had imagined undressing her – a young man of course. But she was in a much better bedroom than her own. It had been the worry for both girls that they might find themselves each bringing a man back to their shared room, one undressing Sasha and one undressing her before making love feet apart on their twin beds, perhaps glancing across at each other and both with thighs splayed and a man pounding away between them. Not very private. It was private with the old man, and his bed was king size.

Justin was complimentary about her small breasts, very appreciative of her rather big brown areolae and certainly sucked on each of her nipples as if seeking milk. All the time his long cock poked at her skirt. She had reached and lifted the penis up, both because she liked holding it – or any penis for that matter – and to avoid the risk of semen wetting the material. Men leaked, some quicker than others. David Masters had dripped as soon as erect as if he had too much fluid stored up… it had certainly seemed like that when it finally came out in more than a rush. Men dripped: women poured! Certainly, she could feel her silk knickers were pretty soaked and as soon as he had undone her skirt and let it fall to the floor, his hand had been there between her legs, squeezing and manipulating the wet material, almost as if wringing it out after a wash. Squidgy flesh and squidgy silk and very mobile fingers. It was what Frederika had wanted all holiday. Someone else’s fingers at her sex and, preferably a man’s: not Sasha’s.

He had played a long time with her silk covered sex, though his fingers had actually slipped inside the silk on occasion, had sort of pushed the silk as well into her, indeed had almost made her come like that, standing still almost half dressed – if half transparent, rather damp or wet, silk briefs could at all be described as ‘dressed.’ Finally, he had slipped the panties downwards, had bent to lift them, as she stepped from them around her ankles, had pressed his face into her fair pubic hair on his way up again and had caught her, almost with a ‘thwack’ between her thighs with his long sticking out penis as he stood up. The first touch of a penis to her clit the whole holiday. She almost came on that!

The knickers were not simply discarded on the floor: instead he draped them, clearly sopping, over his penis. They hung there, a pale blue, not hung out to dry but rather to be stroked along the penis. Silk feels so good, and damp silk, silk damp with a woman’s wetness feels wonderful on a penis. Frederika knew that, it had been Simon Brown who had had a thing about her knickers, always sneaking off with a pair after their weekends together. They had broken up after she caught him wanking with a pair of Sasha’s, back when the two of them had shared a flat together, ‘borrowed’ from the laundry basket. It had been a bit embarrassing apologising to Sasha, but her friend had found it funny. Those knickers had been damp both from Sasha and what she had caught Simon in the act of doing!

Looking back it was no big deal really. Perhaps she should have wanked Simon with Sasha’s damp knickers given he clearly liked the feel of damp silk being pulled up and down his cock. Sasha had not minded. Perhaps she might even have borrowed another pair, with permission, to do the deed another time, still warm, even wet had Sasha offered to supply them fresh straight from her pleasuring herself! The idea of Sasha holding the damp knickers around her bedroom door for Frederika to take. She wrinkling her nose in mock disgust at their evident wetness and both giggling before she took them back to her bedroom and the waiting Simon Brown.

Again, the thought of perhaps how close she had got to finding out on the holiday just what Sasha’s wetness was like, not just warm from her knickers but hot and flowing between her legs.

Frederika had indeed stroked Justin Jeffreystone’s penis with her silk knickers whilst they draped his cock, had reached and felt them damp in her hand with his hard flesh beneath as she stroked.

“Come,” he had said, “it is hot. Let’s take a shower to cool before…”

The shower had been a walk in one. No door, just a sloping tiled floor. He had washed her in the tepid water – it was too hot for hot water! He had picked up the soap and just set to work. Not quite the aged great uncle or great grandfather washing his young niece or great-granddaughter in a shower but Frederika felt there was an element of türkçe bahis that. She almost felt like asking all innocent like. ‘why has your willy grown so big, does it hurt, did it get stung by a wasp?’ A sexual game. Perhaps for another day. Perhaps it might have been more fun had Sasha been there – in the shower too – both pretending to be two little girls asking whether there was anything they could ‘do’ to help the swelling subside; touching it and giggling: washing their ‘great uncle’ in turn or perhaps him getting them to wash each other, getting them to touch each other’s ‘front bottoms.’

Shared sex with Sasha, each accepting the penis, passing it from one to the other. It could have happened. Neither had brought a dildo with them in their suitcase. The lack of men had made them sort of regret that, though it would have been awful for it to be examined had their bags been searched at the airport. It must happen. A knowing look from the security man or woman as he or she put the thing aside, perhaps black and realistically moulded, on top of the pile of undies removed from the case. Put aside without a word, but being pretty sure the thought of Frederika or Sasha actually using the thing would be in their minds when they looked up at her and said ‘thank you’ and left her to re-pack her things, and the dildo.

A dildo would have been pleasant in bed. The awful idea of, perhaps, having come a little noisier than she had planned in the dark to hear a soft whisper from the adjacent twin bed, ‘Freddie, might I borrow…’ and the thing, still damp, passed in the dark from one hand to the other. The knowledge that perhaps immediately it would be plunged into Sasha, her wetness and Frederika’s mingling or, even, Sasha licking and then sucking it as if it was a real penis and tasting Frederika on the plastic before pushing it between her legs.

Frederika had not minded getting her hair wet in the shower. It was long but would dry easily in the heat. She had knelt, as she had done with boyfriends in the past, and soaped the penis and, as the water washed the suds away, she had leant forward and put her lips to the male organ. It was something she had been thinking about doing right from when the aeroplane had touched down. Sasha and she had been giggling about their prospects with men on the bus from the airport, had been whispering together as they had looked at the sights from the window. They had liked the look of a group of young ‘fit’ men at passport control and been disappointed they had not been on their bus. Had discussed which one they would have liked to have got to know. ‘Why not them all,” Sasha had said. The idea of Sasha and she being chatted up by the whole group of four or five young men amused them both. “And what if…” she had said.

“Hey, we’re on holiday. We’re match enough for them all. Imagine them all naked in our bedroom, we could line them up and make ’em all hard. Lots of lovely cock to suck. Don’t pull such a face, Freddie, you know you like to suck cock. Imagine that, we could have one in our cunnies, one each in our mouths. Have you ever done that, one at each end at the same time. I wouldn’t mind trying, we’re on holiday, yay!”

It had been a giggle, a start of the holiday aspiration, the thought of five young men in tow, five young men being so attentive, pleased to have got in with two sexually active young women: but the reality had not even been the one cock or single nice young man… until now and not exactly with a young man.

Frederika liked sucking cock and she certainly had a mouthful in the shower. She held it between her lips, exploring with her tongue as she washed his hanging balls, even reaching through his thighs and washing up the crack of his bottom. All her boyfriends had liked having their bottom holes tickled whilst being sucked. She doubted a seventy-year-old would be any different.

A brief towelling. It would be cooler to stay a little damp, and, in any case, they would shortly be wet from perspiration and, indeed, other bodily fluids. Naked and back into the bedroom, and then there was the feel of his long penis up against her stomach as he embraced her.

“You are lovely, Frederika, may I see the rest?”

Frederika knew what he meant. The male organ is so ‘in your face’ (and had certainly been so in the shower), but the woman’s more discrete. She lay upon the sheet on the bed and opened her thighs. Again, the thought of Sasha beside her doing the same, the man perhaps about to measure the depth of their respective vaginas with his ‘tool.’ Perhaps Sasha being plumbed first and then she, Frederika, marking the depth with a marker pen, showing it by a black or green ring around his penis. The mark measured with the tape measure and then it being her turn. Would the mark disappear into her or stay well exposed showing she was not as deep?

The man was, though, not for measuring her depth straightaway. Frederika had little illusion a young, olive skinned lover like that ogling barman would, güvenilir bahis siteleri almost certainly, have been a fairly typical man – a bull in a china shop, anxious to get in and cum. Perhaps the seventy years had taught Justin something, a certain restraint and a gentlemanly concern for the needs of women. Despite his swollen, very manly, erection he was not hurrying things. The young olive-skinned lover might well have come in her mouth in the shower. Justin seemed to have more restraint, more staying power: though the young man might, despite the probable early ejaculation, have had a short refraction time and ‘got it up again.’

Mouth to breasts, lips to nipples, a play with her tummy button and a gentle licking of her inner thighs and then he got down to business just as Sasha might possibly have done if she had stayed.

Frederika liked oral sex, she liked her men to go down on her. That was why she was half worried she might have acquiesced had Sasha pushed the idea. She was sure her friend would be good at it. Sasha would have the advantage of knowing what it was like from the receiving end: the trouble was she would have to return the favour, though, again, Frederika certainly knew what she liked and therefore, most probably, what Sasha would like too. Could she have done it? It would have been no big deal really, but they might well have both felt awful in the morning.

She much preferred the idea of sucking cock: though, perhaps, if she followed her logic through, then men would be better at cock sucking than women! Men, though, were very visual and she was not sure that much of the enjoyment did not really came from seeing their cock licked and sucked by their girlfriends and wives. Certainly, all her boyfriends had been keen on having the light on or her doing the deed during the day. There had been that one time with little David Masters when they had walked in the hills all day and he had made – or rather she had agreed – to suck him off no less than three times. He had certainly been watching each time as she had knelt in her hiking shorts with her small breasts lifted out of her shirt and brassiere.

The seventy-year-old man had been good. Very good. She doubted Sasha could have done better. But, no doubt, he had had long practice. She had been gasping, indeed had come once, when he finally let her sex alone. When had he first done that to a girl, she wondered? She very much doubted he had been, or she had been, eighteen.

Men are very visual. He certainly had watched himself lining up, presenting his penis to her open sex. The act of copulation had clearly been in imminent prospect. The male organ engorged for the purpose had been about to enter the female organ and then to be excited enough for the glands and muscles to mix and prepare the semen for transfer. The procreative act harnessed as recreation by humans particularly now with the modern wonders of easy contraception. He had knelt between her thighs and looked.

Freshly relieved of much sexual tension and need, Frederika had lain and watched almost as if it was not her body as the object of his undoubtedly prurient gaze. A young(ish) girl about to be taken by a rather aging man. Almost obscene the whole idea, almost as bad perhaps as Justin’s awful desire to have an eighteen-year-old on his ninetieth birthday, assisted or unassisted by nurses. His long, so long, penis was about to enter her and emit semen. She could hardly stop it now. Was it not – the penis – what she had so wanted that holiday?

Frederika was not exactly unused to men. Had had perhaps more boyfriends than most women of her age. She liked men and liked sex. Even so the touch of a penis to her vaginal entrance was, each time, a delight. The touch and then the pushing as it entered her and then the slow – she always liked it slow – progress, as it filled her, sometimes rather more than others. Justin’s first entrance was exactly as she liked it. It was a delight and he took it slowly. And when he could go no further there was still cock to spare. Frederika felt it. It was not fully in at all: not like David Masters’ sweet little cock of long ago,

Of course, he had got fully on top of her; of course, he had pressed down upon her, flesh to flesh, breast to breast; and he had steadily fucked her, not coming too soon – not that she had had another orgasm but had revelled in the feelings of their wet connection until he had done the manly thing. He had then, finally, raised himself from her and flopped onto the bed beside her breathing heavily.

“That was lovely, Frederika.” He exhaled again. “Lovely.”

Frederika closed her legs, closed her legs on her now inseminated vagina. “Yes, it was. It was good sex. You were good.” And it had been but whether he heard her was another matter. Justin J. Jeffreystone was already asleep, his wet penis not yet fully subsided. It curled now across his thigh rather than standing straight. It was still long. Frederika reached and held, lifting it from where it joined his body. It simply flopped over, an upturned ‘U’ with a knob one end, as if the knob was too heavy for the stalk. “Well, my girl, that’s what you wanted.” She waggled it – it really was a long one. “I got the cock, not you, Sasha!”

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Shower Worship

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This is not the first story I have written, but it is the first I have uploaded.

Be gentle with me!

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Sir is in the shower.

You lie in bed, listening to the water running and imagine it running down his body, before it swirls round the drain and away.

Will he be hard in the shower? You know he wakens hard every day.

The temptation is too much, you slip out from under the covers and creep towards the bathroom, naked as the day you were born.

You push the bathroom door open, slowly to avoid making it squeak.

You see Sir in the shower, his back is to you and he is running his hands through his hair, rinsing the soap away.

You step forward, uncertain suddenly, should you be here?

He makes a groan, low and long, your eyes dart to him; one of his hands is at his groin, rubbing slowly over his cock? You can’t see from this angle…

Bolder now, you move forward, he wants to cum and you want to help him.

You move behind him, sliding your arms round his waist, moving your hands expertly bahis firmaları to his cock and balls.

Sir is surprised, but moves his hands away to give you free access. You cup his balls with one hand, slowly rolling the other up and down his shaft, wanking him.

He groans, long and low. He wants this! You take your hand from his balls and bring it back to yourself, briefly squeezing your own breast and nipple, send a tingle of sensation straight to your loins (He would be angry if he saw you stealing pleasure!).

You gently push on his ass and pull slightly on his cock, guiding Sir into a rotation so that he faces towards you and you drop down on your knees in front of him, intent on taking Sir into your eager mouth.

You look up through the falling water but you cannot make out his face! His head is bowed towards you and is in shadow, the shower water helps to hide how he looks at you.

You pause, afraid for a moment.

“Go on, my pet”, his deep Scots accent growls out the words.

You run your tongue slowly up the kaçak iddaa length of his cock, from balls to cockhead and with a moan of pleasure you engulf his cock, taking him deep into your mouth.

You fall into a rhythm, fast into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft and then slower out, drawing your tongue wide and flat up the base of his glans. Your hand pumping at the base of his cock, the other gently cupping his balls and rolling them softly between your fingers.

His hands move down to run through your hair, guiding your speed to suit him.

His hips begin to pump back and forth as he starts to fuck your mouth, his breath shortens as his orgasm grows.

You taste his salty precum on your tongue, delicious!

He starts to move faster and you know he is near the breaking point, where desire over-rides his control. You know he wants to be taken past that line, he rewards you so well for taking him there.

He tilts your head up and meets your gaze, briefly, then his eyes roll back into his head, he throws his head kaçak bahis back and cries out loud, “Fuuuuuuck!”

His warm cum jets from his cock, the first blast hitting the back of your throat, then a second less powerful wave. He pulls your head close until you almost gag on his cock and cum. He releases your head as you slide slowly backward, leaving his flushed red cock, semi hard as you go.

He judders once, when you release the tip of his cock, the sensitivity on the edge of pain for him.

You rock back onto your haunches, looking up at him, he leans forwards and plants a kiss on your forehead, “That was well played, little one. I needed that.”

You relax a little knowing he is pleased.

He takes your hand and helps you to your feet. He takes a towel and slowly and carefully dries your soaking body, he pays careful attention to your back, shoulders and thighs.

You say nothing.

As he soaks up the moisture and dries down your legs, lifting each in turn , he looks up to you and smiles a little.

Your pulse quickens, but you hold your silence.

He drops your foot to the floor and quickly dries himself, before turning to you and saying two words.

“Now swallow.”

He takes you by the hand and walks towards the bedroom.

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Alicia stood in front of her mirror making sure her make-up had been applied correctly. She was a very pretty girl in her own estimation. Her black hair fell to halfway down her back, her dark eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them, and everything else was in order. After being completely satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, Alicia shut off the lights, gathered her things, and left for work.

Alicia opened the office like she does every morning. She put on a pot of coffee, put the day’s schedule on her boss’, Mr. Bowen, desk, and made sure she had plenty of the things he usually asked for between meetings with his clients and other lawyers. Though Alicia wasn’t the only secretary in the office, she was the one that Mr. Bowen trusted the most. All of his high profile cases he gave to her to personally see to. She was happy with the faith he showed in her, so she wanted to make sure his days started off as well as she could. A few minutes before he was scheduled to arrive, she got his coffee mug from his office and filled it with the hot beverage, add the right amount of cream and sugar, and then set it in the middle of his desk.

Fifteen minutes later, that cup of coffee still sat there, untouched. Alicia was starting to wonder if something had happened to Mr. Bowen. He was never this late to the office. Usually he would arrive right at 8a.m. Alicia had just started to look through her speed-dial numbers for his cellular phone number when the office phone started to ring.

“Good morning. Attorney Keith Bowen’s office, how may I help you?” she said after picking it up.

“Hi, Alicia, it’s me,” she heard the man on the other end of the line say. She recognized his voice right away.

“Hi, Mr. Bowen. You seem to be running a bit behind this morning,” she said with a playful tone in her voice.

“Yeah, well, I’m not feeling that well today, so I won’t be coming into the office,” he informed her. “I will be working from home. Could you call and cancel all of my appointments for the day? I know that there is a settlement conference set up for three this afternoon that is very important, but I don’t think I can handle anything else.”

“Not a problem, ” she said. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No, not that I can think of at the moment. If there is anything I will give you a call.”

“You know where I’ll be, ” she said. “Take care and feel better.”

“Thanks, Alicia. Good bye.”

Alicia hung up the phone and began her phone calls, cancelling every meeting except for the 3 o’clock conference.

At 11 o’clock, the phone rang once again and Alicia answered it.

“Good morning, Attorney Keith Bowen’s office, how may I help you?”

“Hi again,” Mr. Bowen’s voice came through the receiver.

“Hey, Mr. Bowen,” she said, her voice sounding very happy. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit better, thanks,” he replied. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“I need the Avery file for the meeting this afternoon,” he told her. “I’m asking if you could bring it to me.”

“Sure. Do you need anything else?” she inquired.

“Maybe some chicken soup,” he said, his voice becoming higher towards the end.

“Mrs. Bowen isn’t taking care of you?” she asked.

“She’s visiting her parents in Philadelphia with the kids. They left on Saturday.”

“Sorry to hear that, Mr. Bowen,” she said. “I’ll leave here in a few minutes and stop off at the deli up the street for your soup. I should be at your house in a half hour.”

“Thanks, Alicia. You’re the best.”

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“Hey. Come in, come in,” he said as he opened the door wide.

She pulled the file out from under her arm and held up a brown paper bag as she stepped inside saying, “Avery file here, and chicken soup in here.”

“Thanks, Alicia,” he said as he took both. “Come in, please.”

He led her to his study, where he kept his computer and law books. His desk was made of cherry wood with a nice high-back leather chair behind it.

“I have been working on the settlement all morning,” he said and for the first time Alicia could hear the stuffiness in his voice. “I just hope Mrs. Avery is going to be happy with it.”

“Would you like for me to look it over?” Alicia asked.

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all. Hand it to me.”

He gave her the printed copy of the settlement proposal he had been working on. Alicia began to read it as Mr. Bowen took out his hot soup and started drinking it. Without having to look up she knew what he was doing.

“There is a spoon in there, ya know,” she said with a smile, never taking her eyes off of the paper in front of her.

“This is faster,” he told her.

“You are going to. . .”

“Oh, damn it!”

“. . . spill on yourself,” she finished as she turned around. All down the front of his shirt, Mr. Bowen had spilled the hot broth. He set the container down and left the room.

Alicia watched him as he left. She had had a crush on him ever since she went to work for him. Even though he was 25 years older than she was, she found him to be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He was tall, about 6 feet, had a decent physique, more firm than muscular, and he was starting to go grey around his temples. With all of these things put together, Alicia found herself very drawn to him.

She set the paper down after she had finished reading it and went to look for him. She heard a door open down a long hallway and followed the sound. When she was certain she had found the source of the noise, she turned the door’s handle and opened it. The room she had found contained the laundry equipment with stacks of clean clothes on some shelves above the washer and dryer, and there stood Mr. Bowen, shirt and sweat pants off, completely naked, reaching up on the shelf for a new shirt while a pair of running shorts sat on top of the washing machine.

“God damn it,” he was muttering. “I’m such a klutz. I’m always spilling something on me, usually, its coffee.” He turned and saw that Alicia was standing in the doorway. He did his best to cover the bottom half of his body, but it was too late, she had already seen him. “I’m sorry, Alicia. I should have locked the door.”

She didn’t say anything, just kept staring down at his crotch, which his hands were covering up. He called her name twice more and she finally responded after the second attempt.

“Are you ok, Alicia?” he asked.

She refocused her eyes on his before answering.

“Yes, sir, I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little. . .” She paused for a second, gathered her thoughts and steeled her resolve, before starting to slowly walk towards him. kaçak iddaa “Sorry, Mr. Bowen, but I have found you very attractive from the first time I saw you, and now that I see you like this, there are so many things running through my head and I am going to do at least one of them right now.”

She grabbed his head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.

After being taken by surprise, Mr. Bowen pushed Alicia off of him, held her at arms length and asked her what she thought she was doing.

“Something that I have wanted to do for a long, long time,” she said as she started to run her hands up and down his chest, her fingers going through the fine hair that resided there. She kissed him hard again before bending down to kiss his neck and chest.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he protested as she continued down his body. “I really think we should. . . Oh!” He groaned as he felt her lips close around the head of his member. She pulled off of his cock, kissed the tip, and then started licking the underside from the base to the head over and over again. When she had him completely hard, she took him in her mouth once again, bobbing her head and using her right hand to massage his scrotum.

“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned. “That’s so good . . .but we should stop.” He tried to push her head off of him again, but it wasn’t that much of an effort.

Alicia pulled him out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. She looked up at him from her knees and said, “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Mr. Bowen?” When he didn’t answer she engulfed him once again, sucking him hard and using her tongue to tickle the vein on the underside of his cock. He wrapped his hands in her long dark hair and began to control her pace. He would push or pull on her hair depending on how fast or slow he wanted her lips to run up and down his shaft. A few times he pushed her all the way down to the base of his 8-inch cock, causing her to choke a little. When he felt that she had sucked on him enough, he pulled her off of her knees and kissed her.

She broke the kiss and said, “And you wanted me to stop.”

“My mistake,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers again. As their lips were locked together, he started to unbutton her white blouse. She helped him by pulling the garment out of the waistband of her skirt. As soon as the blouse was off, her bra joined it on the floor of the laundry room. Mr. Bowen pulled away from her long enough to look down at her exposed breasts. They stood out firm from her chest and were capped with eraser-like nipples that he found himself wanting to nibble and suck on. He dropped his head to her chest and began tonguing them, making them harder than they already were. He bit down lightly on one of them, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alicia.

She pulled his head up from her breasts and kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth, dancing with his. He lifted her up and set her down on top of the dryer. Breaking apart once again, he leaned back and ran his hands down her chest, along her stomach, over her deep red skirt and then down her thighs before reaching under the hem line of the skirt and pulling down her thong panties. He pushed the bottom of the skirt up so it showed her shaved quim, with only a strip of manicured dark hair reaching up from the top of her clit. He dropped his head into her lap and started licking the juices that were flowing from her. He took her clit between his lips, gently sucking on it while lashing it over and over with the tip of his tongue. Alicia reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into her sex further. He pulled back a little, kaçak bahis allowing her clit to come out of his mouth, and began licking up and down the full length of her slit, lavishing in the taste of her. After a few swipes of her pussy, Keith Bowen attacked her clit one again, alternating between flicking it, sucking it, and rubbing it with his thumb.

Alicia loved all of his attention, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive area. She could feel her orgasm starting to build. It swelled from deep in the pit of her stomach and centered on her hard clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmiiinnnnnnnggggggg!!” She shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips rose off of the dryer, bathing Keith’s face in her orgasmic juices. He didn’t mind though. He wanted her to cum in the worst way. He wanted to lick her through her orgasm, to taste her as she reached her pinnacle.

When she calmed down a bit, he brought his head up from her drenched pussy, licking his lips. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him so she could taste herself. Alicia pushed him away from her only so she could jump off of the laundry equipment. She looked down at his still hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked him a couple of times. It felt harder to her now than it did when she had it in her mouth.

“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me now.”

Keith spun her around and bent her over the dryer. He lifted her skirt and rubbed the bare skin of her ass. She was warm and smooth and he realized he had wanted this just as much as she did. He gave the insides of her thighs light slaps, causing her to spread her legs more. He moved in behind her, his cock in his hand, and in one thrust, penetrated her deeply, pushing until he could feel her wetness against his balls.

Being filled so much so quickly surprised Alicia and her torso shot up from the top of the dryer, revealing to her boss for the first time the tattoo she had on her left shoulder. Seeing she had it turned him on more and he thrust even harder into her depths.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned as she looked back at him. “That feels soooo good. Fuck me harder.”

He did as she asked, even though he knew it would make him cum faster. He slammed his pelvis into the cheeks of her ass over and over again. He reached down with his right hand and started rubbing her clit with the tip of one of his fingers, determined to make her cum when he did. Her moaning became louder as he applied more pressure to her love button and the walls of her pussy started clamping down on him more.

That was the beginning of the end for him. Feeling her convulse around his throbbing erection started a tingling in his balls, signaling to him that orgasm was approaching. He continued pounding into her and rubbing her clit when she looked back at him and groaned, “I’m cumming again. Cum with me, cum with me.”

He thrust once more hard into her and felt her begin to cum on his hard cock. Her pussy clutched around him, causing his balls to finally boil over. He shot stream after stream of cum deep into her pussy. His pelvis jerked deeper into her with every burst of semen that he set forth.

When they had both calmed down enough, Keith pulled out of her. When he did, a good portion of his seed came out with him and fell to the floor, while some more ran down the inside of Alicia’s thighs. She turned around and slowly sank to her knees then took his still hard tool into her mouth. She moved her head up and down a few times before taking him out from between her lips.

“Anything else I can get for you, Mr. Bowen?” she asked as she licked the tip of his cock again.

“Not right now, Alicia,” he said as he looked down at her. “But I think I may need you to stay here and help me for the rest of the afternoon.”

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