An Encounter at the Gym

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I had been watching her as I bashed though my routine on the cross-trainer. It was a holiday week and the gym was quiet. She was a few feet away, gently rowing on the end machine. She wasn ‘t exactly breaking into a sweat, just maintaining a steady pace. I can’t put my finger on what attracted me to her. She looked about thirty-five, and had the skin-hue and texture that has always appealed to me; but so did a lot of women.

I used to wonder how to describe this flesh quality, so that if ever I needed to I could say, “I like women with skin the colour of.”…What? I was in my twenties before I knew; it was Clotted cream. Yeah, I know, not very poetic. “She had skin the colour of Clotted cream,” but that was the shading I liked. I think it is the rich smooth quality of certain female flesh itself that radiates this colouring, usually at some point in the fading of an old suntan, as the natural skin colour is re-establishing itself. I do like to see it.

Her mousy blond hair was held bunched up by a long hair-clip running up center of the back of her head. Her neck was well defined and elegant. It was hard to appraise her body as she rowed. I kept looking at her, irrationally drawn to her. I don’t know why. I see lots of beautiful women, fancy them, but never have this sensation about them. I am long past the day when I stare at females hoping they would look back, as they rarely acknowledge my attention. Well women under forty don’t. But her presence undid something inside of me and I let it come to the surface again.

As I exercised I would look at her, then feeling rude, turn away. Eventually I was finding it hard not to turn away and she noticed. She had to mover her head to the side to see me, but she held my gaze for a few seconds. I had to divert my eyes, I felt as though I had received a deciding punch from a heavy weight boxer. I was unhinged and had to stop my workout. I got off the machine and, as I walked away, looked at her again. She looked back at me, then dropped her eyes and turned back to her rowing.

I went downstairs to the changing room, undressed and took a cold shower, then through to the pools in my trunks. I spent fifteen minutes in the spa pool then headed for the sauna room. I sat and thought about the look that she gave me. I could feel myself straining at the bit to go back and talk to her, perhaps to see if I could arrange to meet her later. I realised it was ridiculous to even imagine such a thing, I was fifty-two and married. My body Escort Ankara was still good but my face had lived its life and it showed. And besides, I did not need the hassle a love interest would bring.

I’d had my share of affairs over the years, and so had Jean my wife, but our marriage had weathered them and we were strong together now. My family life was good and our first grandchild had just arrived, a new joy in my life, holding at bay the ennui. I had know male friends and colleagues who, at a similar age as me, had thrown all this away for some fresh flesh, some girl of no consequence. Lured away by Siren songs. They got a few months, or years at best, of their lost youth back, then found them selves ship-wrecked on the rocks of loneliness, shunned by their families. I decided not to make a fool of myself. I did not want to end my days in some seedy bed-sit.

I was alone in the sauna, so after a while I lay on my back and began to relax, enjoying the heat. Someone else entered but I did not look up.

“Do you mind if I have a drink of your water?” I sat up and looked for the owner of the singsong female voice. Shit! I thought, as I looked into the face of the woman who had been rowing. She was sitting on her towel on the bench just below me, looking up expectantly and smiling. I did not look at her eyes, so as to prevent her seeing my caught-in-the-headlights in mine. I scanned her body instead, slim, long, lithe, with small breasts. I scanned her flesh, most of it was on show and, of course, all of it the colour of clotted cream.

“Yeah, sure help yourself,” I undid the plastic seal and passed the bottle to her. She put it to her mouth and drank delicately, her lips hardly touching the plastic, but brushing it lightly. She scrutinised me as she swallowed. God! She was flirting with me. I felt a desperate urge to escape.

“It’s hot in here, isn ‘t it?” I said. “You idiot!” I thought.

She laughed and said, “The depth of your perception knows know bounds, does it? I’m off to the spa pool now, to cool down,” and then, “you can join me if you like?” As she left the sauna, she looked back at me as if to say, “coming?”

I eyed her hips as she left. The sight of those creamy cheeks peeping out of bikini bottoms did it for me. I did not hesitate, I followed her to the pool. She sat down sat among the jets and bubbles. I joined her.

“Why were you looking at me when I was on the rower?”

“There was just something about you Ankara Escort that attracted me. I couldn ‘t help it. You are just my type.” I didn’t mention the clotted cream.

“Perhaps you were thinking what it would be like if I did this to you,” and without looking at me, placed her hand on my crotch and began to massage my balls and cock through my trunks, “is this what ‘your type’ do?”

Too shocked to answer, I looked around instead. There were two or three other people in the pool area but none were near to us. Even if someone had been close, they would not have seen her working on me through the bubbly froth. She looked ahead, her hand doing the work, her shoulders unmoving.

My cock was just beginning to awaken to her advances when the delay loop that controlled the spa turned off the bubbles. “Fuck,” I thought, as she removed her hand away.

“I had a feeling you would have a nice big cock, older men usually do,” she lied, thinking to please me, “I can’t wait for the bubbles to start again.” And they did.

Her small delicate hand in my trunks again, pulling my cock free of my waistband, her hand descended down and cupped my balls, then up onto my penis again, drawing her fingers up the shaft, on to the exposed sensitive head. Her handiwork felt exquisite among effervescent turbulence. She was skilled, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply so as not to over excite me. Even so, I started to feel I was reaching a crescendo so I moved her hand. I didn ‘t want to cum in the pool. The bubbles stopped again.

“Come,” she said, as she made for the pool steps. I waited a moment to let my manhood subside, then went to her in the steam room. As I entered, she closed the door behind me and leaned against it to prevent anyone bursting in unexpectedly. She drew me to her and kissed me, her tongue probing for mine. As we kissed I eased my hand into her bikini briefs and started to rub her clit . It was many years since I’d felt strange pussy. I had forgotten how good it was. I became hard again. I felt her excitement begin to increase. Just as I thought I had her on the verge of orgasm, she took my hand and lifted it out of her bikini bottom.

“Not yet,” she said.

She manoeuvred me so that I was the one leaning against the door and went down on her knees, taking my cock in her mouth. She set about me with a purpose, her tongue delighting me. As I approached my climax she withdrew her mouth and finished with her fingers. I Ankara Escort Bayan ejaculated onto the wet tiles.

“I hope there is still some more of that left, I haven’t finished with you yet?” And off she went again.

I felt guilty about leaving my spilled semen on the floor, but the gym would be closed in half-an hour and I doubted any more people would be coming in to use the facilities. The cleaners would not guess what the mess was.

I followed her back into the sauna. As I entered she wriggled out of her bikini briefs and wrapped her towel around her waist. She lay face down on the highest bench, her legs slightly apart.

“I want to cum now,” she said, making herself comfortable by resting her head on her arms

I sat on the bench turning back to face her and slipped my hand along the silky skin of her inner thigh. I gently traced my finger down the crack of her arse, then eased two of my fingers into her cunt. My fingers were enfolded in her wet warmth as I probed deeper.

I calculated I could remove my hand quickly enough to save embarrassment if another gym member entered. This seemed unlikely, as I had seen no one else as we travelled over from the sauna. The only worry now was if a staff member appeared. The possibility of being found in the act only added to the thrill.

She was becoming excited now and rolled over on to her back and spread her legs.

“I want you to lick me.”

“What if someone comes in I?”

“I don’t care.”

I thought for a moment and then threw caution to the wind and was between her legs, feasting on the on the pink centre of this clotted cream treat!

As I lick and kissed, I hear the door open, but I continued. I heard a male voice give an involuntary, “What the fuck,” then silence. Seconds later she squeals and orgasms.

I turn to see the pool lifeguard frozen, open-mouthed staring at us. He gathers his composure and politely tells us the centre will be closing in fifteen minutes and could we please go and get changed. Then walks away.

I turn to my new friend and ask if she is OK. She smiles at me, secures the towel around her waist and makes her way to the female changing room without speaking.

I shout after her, “Will I see you again?” She does not respond.

By the time I had dressed I had come to my senses and realised what a dangerous course I may have embarked upon. I decided to leave without waiting for her to get changed.

I saw her once again at the gym, a few months later. She did not acknowledge me. I was glad that I had not developed a relationship with her. A woman who could do what she had just done would have been too dangerous. At my time of life happiness and sanity is of worth more than a blowjob .

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Amy, Her Vibrator , Jaegermeister

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The following story is true to the spirit of the evening, if not the precise sequence of events. But boy, was it fun!

Amy loved her sex toys. Early on in our relationship, she was worried I might get freaked out by how much she masturbated. Boy, was she in for a surprise!

Strangely enough, Amy was otherwise quite demure, especially in public. She loved sex. A lot. And her arsenal of orgasm-related technology could arm an erotic SWAT team. But talking about sex outside of just the two of us made her blush & giggle. She bought all her toys through catalogs yes children, long before there was the internet, there were these paper things called catalogs because she couldn’t look someone in the eye and say “How much is the that butt-plug?” or “Do those nipple clamps come in red?” I once jokingly called her “Dr. Jekyl & Ms. Hide-the-silicone-cock”.

One weekend, we’d returned from going out dancing and I’d gotten a little drunker than I’d thought. By the time we got home, I was in sloppy shape. Amy warned me about that “last shot” of Jaegermeister. Still, I thought I was in luck because she was in sloppy shape as well. As I was soon to find out, Amy expected orgasms and was not going to take “too drunk to fuck” as an excuse.

We were making out big-time in the cab ride home and by the time we pulled up to her apartment, my hand was up her skirt and I’d removed her panties so I could finger her. I could see the cabbie grinning in the rearview. Being drunk, it seemed the thing to do to pull off her panties, drop them on the floor, and “forget” them in the cab when we pulled up to her building. Amy played along with a smile, winking at the cabbie as she exited. Considering her normal shyness, I figured I was in for a treat. Like they say, “Be careful what you wish for.”

We stumbled into her apartment and began to paw at each other as we made our way up to her bedroom. She had a large futon on the floor and the moonlight streamed down onto it illuminating the room with a cool, blue glow.

Amy was down to her bra and nothing else before I’d even gotten my shirt unbuttoned. She stood around 5’5″, shoulder length brown hair and glasses, generous curves with a soft, womanly belly. Delicious!

But Amy thought her boobs were the sexiest thing about her. They were large and full with big nipples. Amy really got off on somewhat rough nipple play. Often times I’d torment her by twisting and pulling on her nipples and telling her she wasn’t allowed to touch herself. I’d kneel in front of her with her legs spread, pulling on her nipples, kneading them, squeezing them until she moaned. This got her VERY hot and bothered and I would watch that for what seemed like hours before pushing her down onto her back and kissing my way up her thigh.

I watched her hips gyrate as her reached around back to unhook her bra, her long, dark brown hair spilling around her shoulders. Amy licked her teeth lasciviously as her bra fell to the floor. Her thighs rubbed together as she cupped her liberated breasts in her hands and gave them a squeeze.

Amy loved anticipation. After getting worked up and getting naked, she liked to spend a few minutes alone before launching into the contact part of the sex. She would knead her breasts, pull her nipples, and feel her pussy start to get slick while she watched me fist my cock to attention. She liked being naked in the same room as her lover, neither touching the other, both growing more and more aroused.

Unfortunately, only one of us was naked. I was standing there gawking, not getting undressed. On top of that, I stumbled on the edge of the futon Escort Eryaman and fell onto my back. I giggled to myself about that last shot doing me in.

Then the bedspins hit.

I don’t drink much and even less now than I did then. But back when I was drinking, I pulled out all the stops. Normally, this wasn’t a problem when it came to sex. I usually knew to cut myself off when I was hoping to get laid later that night. But I discovered that night that I’m REALLY turned on by being out with a woman who is both drinking and whispering in my ear how much she’s looking forward to my hard cock when we get home. DAMN, but that got me in a good mood.

All night Amy had been making obscene gestures with pool cues, dancing dirty with other guys to get me hot (it worked!), and grabbing my crotch in the darker corners of the bar. This was not the girlfriend I was used to. But I figured I could get used to it. When she kissed me, I could taste the alcohol on her breath as her tongue slipped into my mouth. It was glorious.

And glory evidently turned me into a moron. “Another shot of Jaegermeister, please.” All of a sudden I was a callow college student again. Amy even said “Don’t get so drunk that you can’t get it up later” with a sly smile. I winked and tossed back the shot. And ordered another.

Which is why some time later that night I found myself lying on my back on Amy’s futon, fully dressed, eyes closed, the room spinning like a ride at Disneyland. Some people hate the spins. Some people get ill from them. Back then, I loved the ride.

My mind began to wander. I thought of my college professor in my “Celtic Myth and Ritual” class. How the ancient Celts viewed hollow places like caves and hollow trees as sacred because within them, one is surrounded by the goddess. How fog and mist were associated with magic and illusion and how drunkenness was sometimes viewed as being in the embrace of the goddess.

Mmm, pagan goddess. Earth Mother. Soft, full thighs. Healthy breasts.

This is the part of the story where the non-drunk part of my brain FINALLY grabbed a shovel, whacked me upside the head and shouted “STOP DREAMING ABOUT GODDESSES AN OPEN YOUR DAMNED EYES!”

I did so and was treated to one of the most arousing sights ever, even though it was a bit upside down. Amy was masturbating again. Evidently, she decided to go on without me. Not that I could blame her.

Amy had chosen one of her favorite positions. She’d taken her magic wand vibrator and placed it on top of one of the overstuffed pillows to the other side of the futon. She then knelt on either side of the pillow until her clit came to rest on the buzzing knob. This way, she could grind her hips down onto it. Her large, heavy breasts were scooped up in both hands, her big, demanding nipples sucked up into her mouth at the same time. I knew exactly what she was doing because she taught me exactly how she liked it. She was sucking HARD on them, using her tongue to mash them up against the roof of her mouth, even chewing on them a bit. She told me that she flet like she had a direct line from her nipples to her clit and that she liked a ROUGH sucking.

Amy rolled her hips from side to side, the vibrator buzzing contentedly as she fed herself her tits, whimpering slightly. Her back was to the window and the blue moonlight lit her magically. Goddess indeed.

Struggling to my feet, I began unzipping my pants. One of the things Amy REALLY enjoyed was masturbating the way she was and then sucking me off after her first (but not last) orgasm. But before I could take a step Eryaman Escort closer, her nipples popped wetly out of her mouth and she said teasingly “Nah-ah, sucker. Don’t think you can just unzip and get in on this. Strip.” And back to her sucking on those big, wet nipples. This time, she kept her eyes open and watched me as she sucked.

Oh LORD, did I struggle to get my clothes off! I tripped and fell once again, but Amy just smiled and bit down on her nips as she groaned through her second cum of the evening. Finally, I was naked, but once again she told me to back off.

“Don’t you go getting sloppy drunk and then come waving that noodle at me. You want some, you bring me something hard. I want it hard, boy!” She was licking her lips and mauling and pulling on her tits, trying to drive me mad. It was succeeding. She was in full-on sex mode, her inner slut blossoming like your lover’s “kitty” once you’ve started lick and sucking on her labia and flick your tongue wetly across her clit. She was looking me in the eye, grinding herself down on the vibrator as she switched off, sucking one tit, then the other, leaving each nipple glistening with saliva. Oh baby, you want hard, I’ll show you hard, I’ll give you a hard…

And then it happened. When I reached for my cock, it was limp. I was naked, in the bedroom with my drunken girlfriend who, also being naked, was working her pussy into a frothy third orgasm while trying to inhale her own generous tits, all the while demanding a hard-on.

And I was limp. My cock looked up at me with (as Robin Williams put it) it’s “one good eye” and I could almost hear it say “*HIC* Ah liiiiiiike Jaeger-*HIC*-meister”. It was a nightmare come true!

After her third and loudest orgasm, Amy slid off the pillows, crawled around on all fours until her ass was facing me, and started to rub her pussy with one hand. She was very wet by this time and two finger disappeared up into her slit easily.

I was standing on the edge of the futon, flogging my cock frantically, trying to get it hard as Amy egged me on.

“Oh baby, my pussy’s SO wet. If you don’t get it up soon, I may just have to take out the dildo and do without you.” This was not helping. But she was loving having me at her mercy. There was nothing I could do except stroke and think about the taste of her pussy, the feel of her thighs wrapped around my ears…

“Oh baby, here I go again,” as she began to finger fuck herself. She grunted her way through her fourth cum and just wiggled her ass at me. “Don’t come round here without a full hard-on, you drunk bastard,” she panted. “You touch me with a noodle and you don’t get any for a week.” Amy spread her knees wider, lifted her ass a bit more, reached down and spread her labia with her fingers. Her nectar glistened on her fingers and her pussy. “Come on, Captain one-last-shot. You know you want it. Look at how wet it is. I need a hard cock. Damn, where’s that dildo? I KNOW that’s stiff.”

It seemed the more she taunted me, the hotter she got. Amy loved cumming, but she wasn’t much of a dirty talker. But after our first night of serious drinking together, she was this foul mouthed vixen letting me know how wet her cunt was and how much she needed a hard cock inside it and was my drunk ass ready to fuck yet. She told me how empty her pussy felt, how she could feel her juice running down her inner thighs. Taunting me was really getting her off.

Amy finally did reach for her purple gel dildo and began fucking herself. He pussy made this sloppy wet sound as she pumped the dildo in and out of herself with Eryaman Escort Bayan one hand reaching around behind her Oh MAN, I love that sound. Her saliva-slick tits hung down towards the futon jiggling as she worked the dildo in and out and in and out and in….

I was dying. It was every guy’s hell. A gorgeous, intoxicated, post-orgasmic woman was waving her ass at me, impaling herself with a dildo, practically begging me to mount her, and all I had to do was get my Jaegermeister-soaked cock hard. Which it wasn’t. But I could feel my dick stiffening. Like a trooper, he was struggling to attention. “I’m with ya, boss…just…gimme a second….”

HAH! As long as I’m standing, my cock stands with me! A black-licorice haze still clouding my vision, I had a fistful of erection and I was on a MISSION! I clambered up onto the the futon, knelt down behind her and before she knew what happened, I’d yanked the dildo out of her and sunk my cock into her from behind, balls deep. She was so wet and aroused and tight and hot, I growled as I entered her. Amy sunk her head down to the futon and groaned.

I was still drunk, but now I was a worked up drunk and I grabbed her hips and started pumping. Amy wailed as I thrust again and again. “Oh yeah, fucker! That’s it, fuck me! Ride me, you sonofabitch! Shove that cock up inside me! Fuck that pussy!” I leaned over her back, reached around each side, and grabbed a hold of those big tits that were hanging down to the futon. I pinched her nips as hard as I could and twisted. Amy let out a will that might have alerted the neighbors concern until she finished it was an guttural “YESSSSSSSS!”

I could hear the wet slap of our thighs. I could smell the musk of her pussy. Between grunting and groaning, Amy would goad me on to further efforts to “hump her silly!” As long as it took me to fight through the Jaegermeister fog, I found that my cock had gone on autopilot and had NO intention of giving up anytime soon.

I pulled out of Amy, roughly threw her onto her back, and sunk myself deep once more. Amy had stopped swearing and was letting out a continuous moan, punctuated every time I thrust. Her legs were wrapped around my hips and her eyes were rolling up into her skull.

The slickness of her sex had wet me from belly to thighs and the sweat dripped off my brow onto her breasts. I paused long enough to lick it up and grab a nipple between my teeth before I continued my demented pistoning. Amy wrapped her arms around my neck and continued her incoherent moaning, managing the odd “YESSS!” from time to time.

This went on for I have no idea how long. Watching herself jill-off like that had left my libido completely unhunged. Combined with our both being absolutely pickled, and we were on autopilot. We were just a grunting, throbbing, writhing, tangle. And it was ecstatic.

Suddenly, the sound of my balls against her backside became even faster. There was a frantic, urgent slap of flesh until I came. It felt like someone had put a shotgun to the base of my spine and let loose with both barrels. It was so intense that rather than some triumphant, leonine roar, I remember making a sound Amy would, in time, remember as “the sound of a tired sea-bird being strangled”.

Okay, not a porn-star moment. But that was a damned fine orgasm!

As we nursed our hangovers the next day, Amy told me that she didn’t come while I was fucking her, she’d met her orgasm quota on her own. But she LOVED penetration and come or not, she agreed that that was some DAMNED fine humping we’d engaged in. She was also amazed at how she started swearing like a sailor with tourettes syndrome, but that she liked it and hoped it didn’t freak me out (she was always worried about that). I told her it really did it for me. In future, I didn’t need to get her (as) drunk as that to get her foul little mouth running. But it didn’t hurt either.

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Alternate Plans

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Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

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“Oh, wow! I love this décor! It’s so masculine.”

I wondered what the tall, shapely blonde meant by that remark. She was running her hand over the long, thick wooden dining table as if it was some sort of sensuous object. I was wishing she was rubbing those fingers over certain of my body parts instead of the table. Or maybe I could rub certain of my body parts down between that never-ending valley between her generous sized knockers.

“Well?” she asked, looking at me questioningly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand your question.”

“I just asked what the monthly rent is on this place.”

“Oh, yes. It’s $1800 a month for the apartment, including kitchen privileges in the master suite downstairs and all utilities except a phone.”

“Well, it sure is a nice apartment. I really love the big bathroom with that garden tub. And the queen-sized bed … I’ve never seen a bed that well-built before. And I love this furniture. It’s just that … well, it will be really close on my budget unless I can find some extra jobs.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“Well … it’s only part-time but I’ve done some modeling for a few magazines. Actually I’m taking a full load of classes at the university so my opportunities are rather limited.”

“Sounds like you have a busy schedule.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad. Actually I like all of it but … well, I’m losing my current roommates so I’m having to move out of my apartment and this is the most affordable thing I’ve seen, even though it is much nicer and cleaner than a lot of places. How much deposit do you require?”

“Just $500,” I said.

“That’s not too bad. Do you have to have all the first month’s rent up front?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid so. Is that a problem?”

“Well … it will make it pretty tight for me for awhile. I need to do some figuring to see if I can make it.”

I sighed. I didn’t want to lose this one. She was a real beauty, a looker with an amazing looking body. Just being in her aura seemed to say, ‘fuck me silly.’

“Uh … I usually don’t mention this to my tenants but …,” I lowered my voice somewhat, “… we do have an alternate payment plan for certain people who prefer to use it.”

Suddenly she brightened up as if I had offered her a million-dollar check. “Oh, you do? Tell me about it, please.”

“Uh … well, I’m not … uh, sure that you’d … you know, really be interested. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

She turned and put a lovely tanned hand with long fingers and crimson nail polish on my forearm. I could smell her sweet perfume, a fragrance that, along with the closer view of her deep cleavage had my third leg expanding. I imagined that I could actually feel the heat of her body but knew that was just my imagination.

“Please tell me,” she begged. “If there’s any way I could get this apartment … and keep it … I would.”

I reluctantly drew my eyes up from her large breasts to her face. She was earnestly gazing into my eyes and I could see understanding begin to dawn on her face. “Ohhh,” she said. “I think I understand.”

“Wait. I’m not trying to get you to do something you don’t want to do. I mean, yes, I’d love to … well, you know what I mean. But I wouldn’t want you to do that unless … uh, unless you decided you wanted to.”

“Well, let’s just talk about this a little bit,” the sweet thing said, tossing her head so that her long blonde tresses moved to the side of her face. “Let’s just say that I was to be agreeable to making full use of this alternate payment plan. How much of my rent could be paid that way?”

“All of it, if you choose to make a full trade.”

“Oh? And what does a full trade involve?”

“One night a week and one daytime session, usually an hour.”

“What happens in the night sessions?”

“Anything we want and you stay until near daylight the next morning.”

“Are you the one who would collect?”

“Yes, I’m the only one.”

“How do you know that I’d be worth it?”

I turned at her with an incredible look. “Are you crazy?”

She laughed and patted my shoulder. “Thank you, sugar. That’s sweet. Can the security deposit be paid the same way?”

“Of course.”

“When could I move in?”

“When could you make the security deposit and first week’s payments?”

“I don’t know. I guess I could start tonight and tomorrow, if you want to.”

“I guess you could move in tomorrow.”

She leaned against my right shoulder, holding my arm against her breasts, letting her head lay against me. “I just know I’m going to love living here.”

“I’m sure the feelings will be mutual, my dear.”

She moved around in front of me and flung her arms around my neck. Straining upward to press her lips to mine for a delicious kiss, she Etimesgut Escort also pressed her body into my erection which pushed back unforgivingly. When she pulled away, she winked at me and said, “Uh, huh, I think this is going to be a great arrangement. You don’t mind if I bring a little suitcase of my things to your place tonight, do you?”

“No, my dear, you may bring whatever you like,” I said, letting my hands slide down her back until I cupped her buttocks.

She just smiled and backed away, poking a finger at my chest and saying, “Payment starts tonight, sugar. Be ready.”

Her name was Janelle but she preferred to be called Jan. She was a 21-year-old university junior majoring in Marketing . I immediately wondered what she intended to market.

Jan signed the lease agreement in my office and then left. She said she would be back by 8 o’clock that evening and we could begin her payments. However she returned a few minutes after 7 and told me that she was ready to start at any time.

Having already closed the office and eaten a bite of dinner, I was ready for anything this beauty was willing to do. I showed her around my apartment, which was bigger than hers but furnished similarly. She bounced on my king-size bed and gave her approval.

She sat on my heavy dining table and said that she liked it. She even lay back and let her short skirt slide up her beautifully tanned thighs until I caught a glimpse of an aquamarine thong. I soon had a problem with space and arrangement in my shorts and wanted to drop between those luscious thighs and have my evening dessert right there, but knew that I wanted to start on her face first.

Back in the living room, she flopped on the sofa and pulled me down beside her. She turned and let me kiss her, opening her mouth when my tongue snaked between her sweet lips. We kissed long and, at least for me, passionately. When her hand landed on my upper thigh, my hands began to rove over her body and I felt up her very sizeable tits, down to her ass, and finally around to cup her mound. Meanwhile her hand found my erection and her fingers closed around it.

In just a few minutes, she had my cock out of my shorts and had leaned over, closing her pretty lips around my shaft while her tongue explored every bit of my fevered flesh. While she lingered over my probe, my fingers loosened the buttons on her blouse, unsnapped her bra and prepared her jeans for removal.

I was so turned on watching her blonde head bobbing up and down. But I was afraid she was going to make me cum and I did so want to put my first load deep in her pussy. So I pulled her up and stripped her clothes off, then let her pull my shorts off while I lifted my bottom. When I sat back on the sofa, Jan straddled my lap, guided my cock into her hot love tunnel and eased herself down until her sweet box completely engulfed my member. She put her hands on the sofa beside my head and rode up and down while I kneaded her tits and tweaked her hard nipples. It was a matter of minutes before we both came.

I offered Jan something to eat while we were recovering and she accepted so we padded to the kitchen without putting on any clothes. I offered her the run of my refrigerator and my prong began to stiffen again as I watched her bent over checking out my food supply. She finally selected some lunch meats and sliced cheese. We fixed sandwiches and talked and Jan sat on the end of my heavy dining table while she ate. When I moved close to her, she spread her legs and let me move right up to her.

I couldn’t help getting hard again, watching the beautiful, sexy woman sitting naked on my table. My cock lilted and began questing for a warm place to hide. Jan just smiled and kept eating her sandwich. But when she popped the last bite in her mouth, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and tugged it to her sensitive hole.

I eased my cock back into her sweet hole and, as she lay back on the table, I lifted her legs to my shoulders. For the next several minutes, I concentrated on plowing her fertile furrow and rubbing her little nubbin each time my balls smacked against her ass.

She began to mutter, “Oh … oh … uh … ooohh … ooohhhh, ” and the expression on her face was pure lust.

I watched her cum, feeling the pressure as her pussy clamped around my cock. Afterward when I concentrated on my own pleasure, banging into her ass hard time after time, I savored the release as my balls spit their load of hot sperm into her sexy body.

When I had some strength back in my muscles, I picked her up and carried her to my living room, carefully sitting her on the sofa. I sat beside her and we watched a little TV and I held her snuggled up under my arm. We watched for a couple of hours and then adjourned to my bedroom, ready for another bout.

Jan sucked my cock until I was rock hard again and then she offered me a piece of pussy doggy style. This time I worked my way in and out slower than a walking horse oil well pump. It paid off in three more orgasms for Escort Etimesgut the little lady and finally a rather weak but still satisfying cum for me.

Jan let me spoon behind her and put my arms around her so I could hold her boobs as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning she woke me at seven o’clock, saying that she had a job to go to and if I wanted a wake-up fuck, I’d better climb on. I climbed into her saddle and stuck my morning woody in her pussy, surprised that she was wet enough to let my spear slide home in one smooth push. She whispered, “We don’t have much time, baby. Fuck me hard, hear?”

I may have lasted three minutes. While she was in the shower, I fixed some breakfast, watched her gulp it down and leave at a trot, promising to be back on her lunch break to pay the deposit.

I had tenants before Jan who used my alternate payment plans, some only occasionally, some on a regular basis. However, at the time she came along, there were none who were using it regularly. Once she paid her deposit and the first month’s rent in four great nights of sex, she put her name on my schedule for every Thursday night so that her rent would be paid in full.

Just a few weeks after Jan rented her apartment, I had a forty-something mother bring her 18-year-old daughter by to check out an apartment as a place to live while she attended college nearby. The young lady thought the apartment looked fabulous, but then it would be her first place to live away from home. Mom was a little more critical but finally agreed that it would provide what the daughter needs. She sat with me in my office to talk about the costs while her daughter went back for one more look at the third-floor apartment.

I explained to the mother about the rates and she nodded her agreement, although she seemed resigned about having to pay such high rates; she said they had looked at several other places that were even higher.

When she hesitated, I explained, “We do have an alternate payment plan, if you want to use it.”

“Oh? And how does that work?” she asked.

I gazed knowingly at her crossed legs and licked my lips. Although I was not in the habit of screwing women that much older than I, she was a very sexy, very attractive woman and her daughter, who may or may not be a party to such payments, was no less attractive.

“Well, it is rather personal. I’m not sure you want to know.”

She looked at me questioningly and the light dawned, bringing a devilish grin to her face. “Honey, call me Merribelle. Now are you saying that we might work out something of a trade agreement in lieu of cash?”

“Yes, that certainly is a possibility.”

She scooted forward on the chair and I watched her skirt ride up her shapely legs. “Talk to me. Tell me all about how it works.”

I explained that, for services rendered, we could dispense with cash as long as payment was given promptly and willingly. I would not accept begrudging payments.

“Would you accept payments from both me and my daughter?”

“Well … that would certainly be the preferred method. However I would also be amenable to an arrangement with either of you if that is what you would prefer.”

“Oh, no. I think we can work something out here that would include both of us. I just never … imagined that you would be willing to … you know, accept that kind of payment from me.”

“Only if you are willing to make them of your on volition,” I said.

“Honey. I don’t think that would be a problem.”

She moved over to the sofa beside me and let her hand soothingly float over my erection. Gazing into my eyes, she said, “I’ll have to ask Beth but I’m sure she will be willing to participate. Say every other week with each of us. Or maybe we could build up some credit by doing it more often.”

As she was talking, she was also removing her blouse and skirt, then turned to help me lift my shirt over my head and step out of my shorts. She stood, wearing bra, panties, thigh-high dark stockings and high heels and dropped between my legs, pulling my throbbing erection to her mouth. An older woman she might be but that just meant that she was more experienced at giving pleasure, which is what she did.

Unfortunately the door bell rang just as she had gotten to bobbing up and down really good and I groaned, not wanting her to stop. However she jumped up and ran to the door. Standing behind it, she pulled it open and Beth walked in. When she saw the way her mother was dressed, her eyebrows arched up in a question mark.

As they walked back to me, mother talked to daughter in low tones but it was obvious what they were talking about. When Merribelle stopped in front of me again and dropped back to her knees, she said, “Now if you want to play, get those clothes off. When we make a payment, I don’t want him to have any doubts that he is getting payment in full, understand?”

Beth began shedding clothes and responded, “Yes, mama.”

I soon had a handful of young sweet pussy, a mouthful of Etimesgut Escort Bayan taut tit, and a lapful of bobbing wet face around my throbbing wet member. As soon as I could, I put out my “Closed sign, locked my door and took the two women to my bed, where we frolicked into the wee hours of the morning. Once we had the preliminaries out of the way, Beth filled my bed every Tuesday night while her mother drove the short distance from home to be my partner every Saturday night.

Beth took summer jobs in the city and retained her apartment throughout her five-year degree program, faithfully making her rent payments every week. Although there was no need for her mother to make alternate payments, she continues to make the drive every weekend … and we’re now into the seventh year. After her first marriage failed, she didn’t want to get married again … just get fucked regularly by someone not involved in her community.

Just a few days before my first encounter with Merribelle and Beth, I showed an apartment to 29-year-old Cora. She was slightly heavyset with an enormous pair of hooters and I salivated the first time I saw her. However, she was a very shy, circumspect lady and was purely no nonsense when the discussion turned to the rental amount. She whipped out her checkbook and wrote me a check for the deposit plus the first and last month’s rent. She moved in the following afternoon.

I’m always a bit anxious about personal checks until they clear the bank but Cora’s check had no problems. She asked me to provide a little assistance with a dripping faucet in the kitchen and a little chatter in the heating unit but those were easy items to fix and otherwise she seemed happy with the apartment.

It wasn’t until the fifth day of her third month that a problem arose. I give all my tenants until the fifth to pay the new month’s rent but Cora had not called or come by to say she had any problem. I had seen her coming and going several times, usually as she went to her job at a nearby publishing house. We always spoke and she was quite cheerful so I found it odd that she had not let me know if she was having a problem, although some people just try to hide such issues.

When I didn’t get an answer on the phone, I decided to stop by in the evening when I knew she was in. I had gone to the fourth floor to take care of a minor repair anyway so, on the way back to the elevator, I rang her bell.

I was about to give up when the door opened a crack. It was Cora and, although I couldn’t see much of her, I could see that she had been crying. I said, “Cora, is there a problem?”

She opened the door and let me in, closing it behind me. I followed her to the sofa but by the time she sat down, she was crying again. Through her tears, I managed to get, “Yes. I don’t know what to do. My boss said that they had to cut back my hours because of the season. They’re not getting in as many new jobs as usual.” She let out a loud sob. “And now … I can’t pay my bills. I’m going to have to move out … but I don’t have any place to go.” Then the crocodile tears just rained down her face as her whole body shook with her sobs.

I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. I said, “Shhh. Let’s see if we can find a way out of this. How bad is it?”

“Well … if I pay my rent, I don’t have anything left for my other bills. If I pay my other bills, I don’t have anything left for my rent.”

“Hmmm. I see,” I said, seeming to study her problem. “And you don’t have any prospects of other income?”

“No. I’ve looked at a second job but what’s available is all minimum wage and wouldn’t pay enough to cover the difference. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well-l-l-l,” I said, drawing it out. “I do have an alternate payment plan but I don’t know if you would really want to try it.”

She perked up. “I’d do anything. Can I clean apartments for you? I’ll cook and clean and do your laundry! Anything! Please!” she begged.

I laughed. “No, it’s not like that, honey. But it is very personal. I’m really not sure … you might be offended by it.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t,” she said eagerly. “Just tell me what it is … anything … Oh!” She spotted my gaze into the depths of her unending cleavage. “Do you mean that you would like to have sex with me?”

I nodded to show that she had hit on the solution.

“Really? In exchange for rent payments?”

I nodded.

“The whole thing? How would it work?”

“Yes, the whole thing. Once a week, you would come to my apartment at, say seven o’clock. We would enjoy ourselves, fuck ourselves silly, and you would spend the night in my bed. In the morning, we might have a wake-up fuck and that would be it. I promise that I would not require you to do anything you don’t want to do willingly.”

“Ohmigosh! Are you sure? I mean, I’m not very experienced. And I’m not beautiful … or sexy. I’m … too fat. I know I’m not what men want. I mean … I would love to do … what you are saying … I would love to fuck you … but …how do you know you would be happy with me?”

“Are you kidding? I would be happy just to spend my time playing with your beautiful boobs. And don’t forget that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think you are beautiful and sexy both. I would really love to strip you naked and run my tongue all over your body.”

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“It’s him… I swear it is!” Alicia squealed delightedly as she tugged at the jacket of James, the senior steward on the Jizz Air flight from Melbourne to Bangkok.

It had been three weeks since Alicia had qualified as a member of cabin crew and, for the past week, she had been paired with James. He had been in the job for over fourteen years and was considered patient enough to deal with the pretty black woman’s naïveté and constant gossiping.

They were only two hours into an eight-hour flight, and he had spent the entire time trying to convince Alicia that Chris Hemsworth, a famous actor, wasn’t the fat man sitting in economy class as she so firmly believed.

“Look Alicia! It’s not him! How many times do I have to tell you?!” hissed James in exasperation. Even though he was gay, he appreciated just how astonishingly beautiful his colleague was and, to his shame, he often felt his balls tingle when he looked at her perfect arse.

Picking up her mobile, Alicia found a picture of Chris Hemsworth in a fat suit and thrust it into James’s hand. “Look at him in this picture, and now look at the guy in 34B! You can’t tell me that they’re not the same person.”

“I guess your mother taught you nothing about subtlety!” James quipped as he gave an apologetic look at several passengers who had turned to see what the commotion was.

Taking her phone, he pretended to have a good look at the picture. He knew the best way to deal with her stubbornness was to question her, as she usually then worked out she was wrong by herself.

“What makes you think it’s him then?” he asked, as he handed back the phone and slotted several dinner trays into the food cart. The two of them were in the plane kitchen preparing the complimentary meal for passengers.

Alicia held up her fingers to tick off her reasons. “Number one: Chris Hemsworth is from Australia and we’ve just come from there. Number two: Chris Hemsworth is blonde, tanned and fat and so is that guy. And number three… I mean, they just look identical!” she said, exasperated.

“What, so just because he’s fat and travelling from Australia it must be him?” James laughed. “Look, darling, Chris Hemsworth isn’t fat! He had to wear a fat suit for a film. Besides, why would a rich and famous actor be on this cheap old plane rather than a private jet?”

There was a long pause as Alicia tried to come up with an answer, until eventually she clapped her hands and grinned with delight at her own intelligence.

“Duh! It’s for the environment obviously. He’s flying commercial to reduce pollution!”

“Alright then, if you’re so smart, tell me why he doesn’t have a seat in First Class? Look at him! He’s sitting between two people who are fatter than him!” he retorted while he carefully placed a boiling kettle on the food cart. Satisfied everything was ready, he began pulling it down the aisle, leaving Alicia behind to think of an answer.

Despite their petty squabbles, James did feel protective of Alicia. On their first flight together, he saw a seedy man ask her to come into the toilet to help him lock it. As she was about to enter the toilet, he pushed her out of the way, and offered to help instead. The man quickly changed his mind and from that point onwards, James made sure to keep an eye out for her.

While he managed to stop the blatant sleazy passes that creepy men made, he couldn’t stop the lustful staring and sneaky gropes of her body as she swayed down the aisle.

Even though she wore the same dull uniform that the other female cabin crew did, she made it look incredibly sexy because of her voluptuous body.

The white blouse stretched tightly over her massive tits and the blue blazer only seemed to highlight their size rather than cover them. It would have helped if she wore a sports bra to keep the abundant flesh from jiggling as she walked, but instead she had to wear lace, just in case there was a celebrity on board. The matching blue skirt strained at the seams to keep her curvy bum from bursting out each time she bent down.

Many of the passengers used the confined space of the airplane aisles to accidentally touch her arse when she walked past and having done the same, James couldn’t criticise.

The two co-workers were only halfway through serving economy class and already James had rammed the trolley into the legs of three passengers that had attempted to touch Alicia’s arse, apologising as they recoiled in pain.

Three rows away sat the man Alicia insisted was Chris Hemsworth. She had spent the last half hour thinking of a way to get him to admit that he was the famous actor, but no ideas had come to her and all too soon, she found herself next to his row of seats.

Looking over, she noticed that the lookalike was furiously fanning a newspaper in the direction of the obese man sat in the aisle seat, inadvertently wafting the stale smell of sweat in Alicia’s face. At the same time, he was brushing food crumbs off his jacket back onto the woman sleeping in the window seat.

It Escort Çankaya appeared he was on the verge of having a meltdown, when she tapped his shoulder making him look up. Immediately, the annoyance on his face drained away as he stared into her vast cleavage.

“Hello Mr…”

“Um… Mr… Mr. Hemp,” he finally managed to splutter, “Mr. Chris Hemp, um… how do you do?”

Alicia shot a triumphant smirk at James. It was so obvious that he had wanted to say Hemsworth but had stopped himself so that he didn’t ruin his disguise.

Ignoring her smug face, he continued to serve dinners to the rest of the airplane and forty minutes later, they were done.

“I told you so,” Alicia sung as James cleared away the spare dinner trays. “I’ve just served Chris fucking Hemsworth! Oh my god! Did you see the way he looked at me? I reckon I can get him to offer me a part in his next film! I mean, when he sees how well I can act, he’ll be begging me to star with him and then I’ll be famous!”

James let her ramble on, wanting to give her chance to dream before he told her once again that the fat man was not who she thought he was.

To be fair to Alicia, when Chris Hemsworth was in his fat suit, the fat man in 34B could have been his doppelgänger. Unfortunately for the large passenger, the Avengers star could take off his fat suit, whereas he only wished he could.

Wanting to tease Alicia a bit, James held up his hand to stop her. “Calm down darling! Why would he offer you a job, when there is someone as charismatic as me on board?”

“You can’t be serious!” Alicia scoffed “Please! You know that he would choose me over you every day of the week! Even if you were twenty years younger and twenty pounds lighter, he still would think you’re an old bloated has been!”

She hadn’t meant to be so mean but the bitchy side of her from high school had been unleashed, and the insults tumbled out before she could stop herself.

James looked at her stunned, his bottom lip trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. He was incredibly sensitive about his weight and age, and her words cut deeply. Spinning on his heel, he decided she needed to be punished – and he knew just what to do!

Ignoring her apologies, he made his way to Chris and asked the confused man to follow him to the rear of the craft so that he could check some details on his ticket.

Obediently, Chris followed him to the rear of the plan and when they were both out of earshot from the other passengers, James drew the curtain.

“So, my colleague, the pretty black stewardess, thinks you’re Chris Hemsworth… you’re not, are you?”

“I fucking wish mate!”

“I thought so, but it’s been a fantasy of hers to be with a famous man… so could you do me a massive favour and pretend you are him?” asked James, trying to sound sincere.

“Chris Hemsworth?! The model actor with a six pack?” Chris repeated doubtfully, looking down at his rotund figure.

“I know it’s unbelievable, but she really does believe you’re him! Well, him when he was in that Avengers film in the fat… special make-up,” James replied, hastily covering up the insult.

“Look, I really don’t want to crush her dreams of being with Chris Hemsworth, so I told her that you would meet her in the staff toilet, where you would discuss her future career as an actress.”

Seeing that Chris looked doubtful, James pulled back the curtain and pointed to where Alicia was leaning over to give a woman a napkin making her juicy arse thrust out.

“Please say you will do it, it would mean so much to her and I mean… just look at her! I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that arse!”

Peering past the steward, Chris spotted the gorgeous woman and instantly made up his mind. The likelihood was that this would be a big practical joke, but he couldn’t help but think that there was a chance that it was genuine, and he definitely couldn’t pass up the opportunity to fuck the hottest woman he had ever seen. “I’m in!”

“That’s brilliant, she’ll be ecstatic! Okay then, you get into the staff toilet here and Alicia, that’s her name by the way, will be with you shortly!” James smiled as Chris pushed himself into the narrow toilet and sat on the seat.

Closing the door, James tried not to laugh as he walked towards Alicia. Grabbing her by the arm, he guided her to the kitchen and gave her a hug.

“OMG! Babe, you were so right about him. It is Chris Hemsworth! I caught him as he went to the toilet and well, I kept on pestering him and he finally told me everything, including his name, why he’s in economy… everything. I can’t believe you were right! I’m a complete idiot!”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Alicia boasted. “So why is he in economy then and not using his name?”

“Right… Yes, well, I didn’t understand it all, but it’s something to do with a woman who’s not his wife or something like that. Anyway, I have some good news and some bad news for you… so what do you want first?” He stifled Çankaya Escort a giggle while Alicia weighed up her choice.

“Well, if I have the bad news first then I’ll only be sad for a couple of seconds and then the good news will cheer me up!” she replied cheerfully.

Putting on a sombre look, James gazed at Alicia. “So, he wants to fuck you.”

How he managed to keep a straight face he would never know, especially when Alicia started to hyperventilate and flap her carefully manicured hands about. Though, whether she was disgusted or happy, he didn’t know. He was never particularly good at reading women.

“Babe, calm down! I haven’t told you the good news yet.” Placing his hand on her shoulder, he looked her in the eye. “The reason he wants to fuck you is to see if you have any sexual chemistry so he can offer you a part in his next movie!”

Any shred of calmness evaporated as Alicia shrieked in pleasure and began to dance around James.

“Bloody hell! Calm down,” he laughed. “Now, he’s waiting for you in the staff toilet. Just think of this as your audition!” Taking her hand in his, he grinned at her. “Babe, I can’t believe you’re going to be a movie star!”

They hugged each other before James pulled away and pushed her towards the direction of the staff toilet.

“Wish me luck!” she sang before sashaying down the aisle ignoring all the calls from passengers as she did. When she reached the locked toilet, she paused to check her reflection in her phone and put on a fresh coat of deep red lipstick. Happy with what she saw, she lightly knocked on the door.

“Mr Hemsworth, are you in there?” she softly called. Moments later, the door opened to unveil the portly white gentleman sitting on the toilet seat, an obvious bulge in his pants.

“Ah… hello. Miss, um… Alicia, thank you for coming… um, right… I’ve got a film coming up and I’ve been told that you want to be an actor so I thought I’ll see if you’re good enough to star in it… so if you want to come in, then we can discuss your acting career!” said Chris, growing in confidence the more he spoke.

Entering the toilet, Alicia stared wide eyed at him unable to believe she was so close to one of the most famous actors in the world. Despite being staff toilets, it was still a small enclosed space, which meant her legs were nearly touching Chris Hemsworth’s knees.

Now she was inches away from him, she had to admit that he looked a lot more attractive on screen than in person. The way he stared made her feel like he was undressing her with his eyes. She was used to men doing that, but having a Hollywood actor do it made her pussy tingle.

Meanwhile in the plane kitchen, James started a five-minute countdown on his phone. He congratulated himself on how well his plan had gone. He was going to enjoy catching Alicia mid way through seducing Chris, especially when he told her that the man she was with was a complete nobody. Making his way to the staff toilets, he was stopped halfway down the aisle by a panicking middle-aged man.

“Hey! My wife has had a reaction to your sandwiches and brought it all back up…”

“Lovely,” James muttered under his breath before smiling at the passenger and assured him he would be back to clean it up.

Back in the kitchen, James checked his phone and saw it had only been forty-five seconds – if he was quick, he would have more than enough time to catch Alicia before she did anything more than strip for the fat man. While he wanted to embarrass her, he didn’t want her to humiliate her.

Rushing back to the ill passenger, all thoughts of Alicia and Chris vanished when he saw the yellow-brown puddle coating the seats and carpet. “Well, that’s a lot isn’t it!”

While James wondered how to deal with his problem, Alicia had a problem of her own. It seemed like hours had passed since she had shut the door and still she couldn’t think of what to say, eventually the silence was broken by Chris.

“So… I’ve heard you fancy yourself as an actor?” he paused, giving her the chance to reply but she seemed unable to speak, so he carried on. “As I said, I’m auditioning for a woman to star in a film alongside me and I need to have great chemistry with her. Do you think you can be that actress?”

Alicia swallowed nervously as she tried to think of what to say. She’d never needed to promote herself before, men just seemed to give her what she wanted before she even spoke.

“I’m a really good actress, all my friends say so… Please Mr. Hemsworth, believe me when I say that we’ll have great chemistry together. People watching the film will think we’re actually fucking behind the scenes! Let me show you what a perfect girlfriend I can be…”

Slowly, Chris held up his hand signalling her to stop. “Please, Alicia, call me Chris. So, what do you think a boyfriend and his perfect girlfriend would be doing in a toilet together on a plane?”

“Joining the Mile High Club obviously!” answered Alicia without thinking. Çankaya Escort Bayan She stopped when she realised what she’d said. “Oh! Does that mean…?”

“Well, if we want to convince people that we’re a couple, then we should act like it, right?” Chris answered innocently. He was pleased with himself for setting up the trap that she had stumbled into.

“Oh yes, of course!” Alicia replied, smiling brightly to hide nerves.

Chris licked his lips and waited expectantly for the gorgeous ebony woman to make the next move. He wanted to see what her clothes were hiding, but once again, nothing happened, forcing him to take action.

“How are we expected to join the mile-high club with our clothes on?” he said lightly, despite the annoyance he was feeling.

“Oh, silly me!” Alicia giggled nervously as she pulled her cravat off and shoved it into her blazer pocket. Shrugging off the blazer, she hung it on the door before undoing the buttons holding her blouse together.

Slowly, her lacy violet bra came into view. Chris swallowed hard; he couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful woman stripping in front of him. The bra contrasted nicely with her dark brown skin, yet it was the sheer size of her tits, that the bra struggled to contain, that excited him.

Putting her blouse on top of her jacket, she reached around to unclasp her bra. He noticed she pulled the straps loose whilst holding the cups against her tits, hiding them from view. Unable to hold back any longer, Chris grasped the lace material and tossed it to the floor, groaning as large breasts were finally unleashed.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned. Reaching up, he cupped her large black breasts, enjoying the heavy weight of them sink in between his fingers as he tightened his grip.

Finding her fat nipples, he teased and played with them, until they stiffened. Gripping the swollen dark chocolate nubs, he pulled her towards him until she was close enough for him to eagerly take one into his mouth

Knowing that she was meant to be acting as his girlfriend, she let out an over exaggerated moan and pulled his head deeper into her mountainous breast. Stroking his thick blonde hair, she genuinely gasped when he bit down on her nipple.

“Oh, do you like my tits, baby? Mmm, I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend who knows exactly how to turn me on! That’s it, play with my big tits.”

Her acting was bad, but it didn’t matter to Chris – he’d always fantasised about joining the mile high club with a busty air hostess and now he was finally doing it. Moving his hand to the back of her waist, he fumbled with her skirt zipper, trying to yank it down, until she pulled away.

“You want me to get naked in this airplane toilet? I bet you want to fuck this body and join the Mile High Club, don’t you? Mmm, I love how dirty you are babe!” Alicia kissed him, licking his pink lips before pushing her tongue inside his mouth, moaning when she felt his tongue duel with hers.

Still kissing him, she reached back and undid her skirt zip before having to wiggle out of it. Now in just her shoes and sheer violet thong, she pointed to her underwear. “These too?” she asked teasingly.

“Yes please!” Chris nodded eagerly, feasting his eyes on her perfect hourglass figure. He couldn’t wait to have her firm arse in his hands while her large tits bounced as she rode him. Just thinking of it made him whimper.

Gripping her panties, Alicia smiled at him before pulling them off. Knowing how dirty it was, she picked them up and lifted them to her nose, groaning lustfully as she inhaled.

Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was so fucking filthy that precum oozed from his cock. He was desperate to have her. Cupping her pussy, he pushed his fingers against her mound, causing Alicia to let out another genuine moan.

Focusing on her clit, he slowly began to rub it until he could feel her pussy moisten. Reaching forward, he once again licked and sucked at her nipples while his chunky finger slipped into her pink tunnel.

“Oh God! You feel so tight,” Chris grunted excitedly.

“I love when you finger me babe! No, wait… keep that thumb on my clit… fuck, that’s it, just like that!” Alicia demanded, wanting to enjoy the way he played with her pussy.

“Press your thumb on my clit harder. That’s it… rub it for me, babe… oh, God!” she groaned as he pushed a second finger inside her, stretching out her narrow walls.

Letting go of her plump breast, he eagerly tried to undo his belt. “C’mon!” he muttered, but with his fingers deep inside a beautifully tight pussy, he couldn’t do it.

Sensing his frustration, the stacked stewardess reached down to help him. She quickly had his trousers and pants on the floor leaving his rock-hard cock free. Gripping it with her soft hands, she slowly wanked him off. It was the length of both her hands put together and, like the owner, it was chubby. Twisting her hands, she looked down at the white head peeking out between the grip of her dark brown fingers.

“Are you ready to join the Mile High Club, babe? I want this thick cock!”

Her voice was full of lust, making Chris wonder if she was acting or if she actually wanted to fuck him. Either way he didn’t care – he was about to fuck the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

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He was gorgeous and funny, unfortunately he had a girlfriend, so I had no chance of bagging this hotty, but then again was he looking at me?? Our eyes met and that was it, it was like heaven we couldn’t stop staring at each other, but I knew I had to stop he had a girlfriend which lived on my block, I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt, would I???

2 hours later were outside in the ally together and im really turned on by now, just waiting for his soft lips to touch mine, the wait seemed like ages but when he did, it felt so right and I knew at that moment I was going to fuck him senseless and nothing was going to stop me, not even knowing his girlfriend was still inside the club!

He moved his lips as if he was sucking ice cream from a cone; I moved mine in motion with his,

He viciously ripped my new denim skirt, which cost me the earth, but I didn’t care, all I wanted was his long hard penis inside my wet vagina!!!

We tore at each other’s clothes Escort Kızılay until eventually we were both naked in a cold dark ally at the side of a nightclub, but this way is was more exciting and risky!

He put his firm hand on my thigh, and slowly worked his way up, by this time I was moaning and groaning, he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my wet, warm pussy, at this moment I am in pure ecstasy and ready to explode, his soft touch is just too much.

I slowly kneel to face a hard penis just staring at me; I put my mouth around the rim and gently thrust it in and out my mouth, he’s moaning, as I get faster and deeper!!

He grabs my head and pulls it violently up to his view, then leans in and kisses me with intense pleasure.

He lays me down on the cold ally floor, caresses, lick’s and suck’s my breast’s, making me feel overwhelmed with desire, he then makes his way down to my crutch, just the thought of this hunk going Kızılay Escort down on me makes me wet.

He spreads my legs and buries his face in my wet pussy, his warm tongue thrusts in and out, up and down, I feel ready to explode at this point and all I want is his long hard cock inside me.

My whole body feels week, like I have no control, im in such bliss, nothing else matters.

I pull him away and push him to the ground; I cannot take it no more, I sit on top of him and the feeling of his hard penis inside of me is just pure ecstasy.

He rolls me onto my stomach, takes a firm grip of my hips, pulls me up and back towards him so my ass is in the air and my face towards the floor, he thrusts irresistibly into me, it felt great and to my pleasure my body shuddered violently with the onset of my orgasm.

It has got to be the best feeling in the world, and god was it good!!

But he obviously hadn’t finished, he withdrew from Kızılay Escort Bayan my vagina, and started smearing my come onto my anal area, when I realised what he was about to do I screamed out ‘no’, it was 1 thing id never tried and have never intended on doing, but he was adamant it wouldn’t hurt so I went ahead so he could have his pleasure, I was still shivering from my orgasm and wasn’t ready to take some pain but didn’t want to be selfish.

He inserted his penis into my ass, and to my surprise it was actually pleas able, a bit painful but very nice.

He was thrusting in and out faster and faster, the faster he got, the more turned on I was getting, I knew I was heading towards my 2nd orgasm of the night, and couldn’t wait, I was moaning and groaning and so was he, our breathing was getting very deep and I knew he was nearly there!!!

My 2nd orgasm came with great intense and I again shuddered violently, he then withdrew and let out a moan, he came with satisfaction and then sighed with relief!!

We were both smiling like Cheshire cats as we put our clothes on, kissed and walked away in different directions.

It was the best sex ever, but just a one-night stand, a one-night stand I don’t even know the name of.

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Alex was woken by a delightful sensation in his crotch. As reality swam into focus he could feel something warm and wet on his dick. Pulling back the covers he revealed Beth bobbing up and down with his cock in her mouth and a devilish smile on her face.

‘Good morning,’ he said, placing a hand on the back of her head and guiding her up and down. It felt amazing, the best way to be woken up.

Beth moaned something that might have been a good morning as she continued to suck him, working her tongue around his cockhead. She took him to the point of gagging, each time a little deeper than before, as saliva pooled in her mouth and dribbled out around his cock.

‘Fuck your monster cock is amazing,’ she said when she finally came up for air. She might have stopped blowing him but she kept on stroking his cock. ‘That a nice way to wake up?’

‘Incredible,’ Alex replied, he lent in and kissed her while he groped her breasts.

‘I want you to fuck me so badly,’ she said. ‘I need you to fill me up.’

‘There is nothing I want more than to have you ride my cock,’ he said. ‘But we used the condoms last night.’

Beth eyed Alex’s cock hungrily. ‘What if you promised to pull out?’

Alex laughed. ‘Normally this is supposed to be the other way around. Given how wild we were last night I don’t think I can trust myself, or you, to pull out in time. I care about you too much Beth to risk getting you pregnant.’

‘Why do you have to be so sensible?’ Beth said, rolling her eyes and jerking his cock hard.

‘Trust me, when the time is right I will fill your cunt with so much cum you’ll be overflowing,’ Alex said, slipping two fingers to her wet slit and teasing her clit. ‘Sadly the time isn’t right today, but I hope it will be soon.’

Beth squirmed as he played with her clit. ‘Fine, but I’m going to make you cum.’

Again Beth took Alex’s fat member in her mouth, vigorously sucking on his bellend for several minutes. She was talented at keeping him at a rolling state of arousal, close too but not quite cumming. He greatly enjoyed her ministrations as her tongue teased his head and shaft, moaning and groaning as she did so.

‘Fuck, Beth, I’m getting close,’ he said as he felt his orgasm building and his balls tighten. ‘Fuck yeah, suck my cock.’

‘Paint my face,’ she said, as his dick popped out of her mouth. With one last flick of her tongue across his frenulum, she grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock. Shower me in your hot spunk. Make me your cumslut, cover me in cum like I’m your dirty whore.’

Alex was momentarily surprised by her filthy language but he saw the desire in her eyes and was soon jerking his dick as hard as he could. It took a mere moment for his orgasm to peak and he shot four long ropes of spunk. The first splashed against her face, the second hit her forehead and splattered into her hair, the third hit her chin and the fourth fell short but still splashed across her breasts.

‘Bloody hell that was hot,’ Alex gasped, slightly amazed he still had so much cum to shower her with. ‘Do you like getting glazed?’

Beth looked embarrassed. ‘I don’t know what came over me then. I’ve never done that before.’

‘Never had a facial?’ Alex said, a little surprised. He lent in and kissed her spunk splattered lips while his hands went to her pussy. ‘Well there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it was sexy as fuck.’

‘Sadly we don’t have time for that,’ Beth said, quickly scrambling from the bed. ‘I need a shower before breakfast. I’m sure we’ll find sometime later for you to practice fingering me into orgasmic bliss again.’

As she sprang from the room and hide in the bathroom Alex could only assume she was still embarrassed by her own filthy language. While the previous night they had indulged their primal passions neither of them had used such degrading language as “cumslut” or “dirty whore”, it was quite out of character for both of them. The fact that neither of them had the armour of booze probably contributed.

Alex was actually surprised at how well he seemed to be coping with being intimate with someone. The last few days had been a rather wild ride, very enjoyable, and not something he had ever envisioned doing. Beth just seemed so perfect. He desperately hoped that the magic wouldn’t disappear when they returned home. He was going to make sure that it didn’t fade because of him.

Waiting for his turn in the shower Alex relived the events of the previous day. It had been the most incredible experience with a truly wonderful woman. There had been a little bit of trouble in the small hours of the morning but fortunately, Beth had slept through that. Hopefully, she would never need to know about what he’d seen through the room’s fish-eye eyehole.

With more pleasant memories in mind, Alex checked his phone for messages. Turned out there were quite a few on social media, mostly people from work surprised to see pictures of him and Beth together at a wedding. That’s when he realised their mistakes. Even though neither he nor Beth took any pictures themselves, lots of Escort Eryaman other people had and they’d both been tagged in them.

‘It might not be a problem,’ he said when Beth eventually emerged from the bathroom, her shapely figure wrapped in a towel. ‘But we’ve definitely got a thing happening.’

‘What do you mean?’ she asked. He then launched into an explanation before she continued. ‘Right, yeah, I didn’t think about that. Shit. What do we say?’

‘The truth,’ Alex said calmly. ‘I came here to help you out with your family. We had a good old time. We don’t have to tell them any more than that if we don’t want too.’

‘I’m not that bothered about that lot. Let the office gossip-mongers gossip,’ Beth said. ‘I was thinking more about my mother. She’ll be hawkishly searching social media for any sign of impropriety. After the fuss, we made about keeping things secret before.’

‘If we’re lucky we’ll sneak out after breakfast and she won’t see us,’ Alex said shrugging. ‘If not, then I’ll think of something. Leave her to me.’

‘You’re welcome to try,’ Beth said as she released her towel and dried herself.

Alex wanted to stay and watch the show, he was starting to get erect again, but he knew he should shower as well so he retreated to the bathroom.

—

Washed, dried and dressed Alex and Beth headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. It was not overly busy and mostly occupied by people who weren’t part of the wedding party. Alex assumed the majority of them were heavily hungover. He considered it something of a minor miracle that neither he nor Beth was suffering this morning. He’d drunk way more than he had in years the previous night but it seemed a long session of sexual hijinks were the perfect prevention of hangovers.

They occupied the same window table they had the day before. Alex ordered a full English and so did Beth. The food had just arrived when Alex spotted Mrs Mackenzie over Beth’s shoulder. The old harridan made a beeline for them straight away.

‘So much for you two keeping things secret,’ snapped Mrs Mackenzie, trying her best to tower of them. ‘You were both plastered all over social media this morning. Have you no shame?’

‘Good morning mother. We didn’t take a single picture, even though we wanted too,’ Beth said in retort. ‘It’s not our fault if other people tag us. Anyway, I’ve seen them and it just normal wedding type pictures, nothing scandalous. We left as soon as it was appropriate for us to do so. I kept out of the way as you wanted me too.’

‘You bring shame on this family with everything you do,’ Mrs Mackenzie bleated. Repeating the same old tune. ‘Why can’t you be more like your sister.’

‘Wait just a minute,’ Alex said, he couldn’t stand this bollocks any longer. ‘I don’t know what the hell is going on in your head but Beth is not bringing any shame on your family.’

‘This has nothing to do with you,’ Mrs Mackenzie said, not even bothering to look at him. ‘This is a family matter.’

‘I rather think it does,’ he said. He didn’t want to do this but was going to have to for Beth’s benefit. ‘I’m not having you berate my girlfriend over nothing. Yeah, your family does have problems but Beth isn’t it. If you genuinely think she is then you are fucking nuts. I’m willing to bed your bedroom wasn’t on the top floor was it?’

‘What are you getting at you pathetic little man,’ snapped Mrs Mackenzie, finally looking at him but with contempt on her stony face.

‘There was a little commotion outside our room during the night,’ he explained. ‘Fortunately, Beth slept through it because if she’d seen what I saw I’m sure she would have died of embarrassment. You see at about 3 am I was heard noises outside, naturally, I went to check to see if anyone needed help. What I saw was the blushing bride getting fucked in the arse by that sweet boy Tarquin while she deep throated some older bloke who definitely wasn’t her new husband. Seems like the orgy going on in the bridal suite had spilt out into the corridor, I assume the groom was still in there fucking one of those skanks that were hanging off him at the reception. Franky, I feel sorry for the night porter who was trying to stop the spitroast from getting a mess on the carpets. It was only when she threatened to call the police that they waddled back to their room, cock still firmly in the bride’s arse. I wasn’t the only one to see the sorry affair, other guests saw it too.’ He paused in his tale to allow it to sink in. ‘So I don’t think Beth is the one causing you any problems, Mrs Mackenzie.’

‘You liar,’ the old woman said, spitting venom.

‘Why would I lie about something so easily disproved?’ Alex said. He nodded to the entrance to the restaurant. ‘Look, it’s the hotel manager and I think he’d like to have a word with you.’

True enough a grim-faced man in a suit was hovering not far away, with the air of a man who was not going away anytime soon. Behind him was the night porter, looking exhausted and still a little shell-shocked.

‘I’d run along if I were you and try to Eryaman Escort smooth this all out before the papers hear about it,’ Alex said. ‘They love this sort of story, wedding night debauchery at an exclusive lakeside hotel? The headlines write themselves. Might even be good enough for the nationals.’

Mrs Mackenzie turned with indignant fury and marched over the to the manager, who escorted her from the restaurant.

Alex meanwhile when back to his breakfast, which was cooling fast and tucked in. He felt energised and hungry after that.

‘Why didn’t you wake me?’ Beth asked, after a few moments. She was clearly shocked by the revelations. ‘I could have done something.’

‘Trust me, there was nothing you could have done,’ Alex said, munching on a sausage. ‘They were either pissed or high or both but I doubt even a blast with a hosepipe would have separated them.’

‘And they were just in the corridor?’

‘Yep, I thought someone was hurt,’ he said. ‘Turns out that was just the sound of a cock going into your sister’s arse.’

‘She always did like being the centre of attention,’ Beth sighed, eating her breakfast but without much conviction now. ‘She did everything first. Suck a cock before me, lost her virginity before me while she was still 14, took it up the arse before me, had a threesome before me and now she’s had an orgy on her wedding night before me. Wait, I wouldn’t want to do that last one. I meant more the wedding thing.’

Alex laughed. ‘I should so. You need to stop comparing yourself to her. You are your own woman Beth. Florence is someone else, you don’t want to be like her. Don’t be Flo, or Bethany, be Beth; the amazing, kind, loving woman that I know.’

He picked up her hand, squeezed it and gave it a kiss. He wanted to say more; about how he wanted to be with her properly and not just as fuck buddies, but the words wouldn’t come. Something was stopping him from making that leap. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him now wasn’t the right time?

‘Thank you,’ she said, smiling shyly. ‘I’ve always been compared to her so it’s hard to remember to be me.’

‘I think it’s safe to say I wouldn’t have driven across the country to attend a wedding of a bunch of people who I don’t know for anyone else,’ Alex said, polishing off his last bit of bacon. ‘Though I suspect I’m not getting invited to any more family gatherings. I think your mother might want to kill me.’

‘That’s how she treats everyone,’ Beth quipped. ‘But yeah, if we’re lucky neither of us will be. Come on, as lovely as this hotel is I need to get away from here. Let’s get packed up and leave.’

—

They packed swiftly, after recovering all the items of clothing that had been flung around the room, and made an effort to leave the room at least vaguely presentable. As they left the room Alex noticed that a cleaner was working on the corridor carpet. He idly wondered what the best method was for cleaning spunk and lube from a carpet was.

Checking out the receptionist asked if they’d had a pleasant stay and genuinely Alex confirmed that he had and would hopefully stay again someday, though that would probably only happen if he won the lottery. He didn’t care to imagine how expensive the room had been and was thankful that Beth’s father was paying.

‘Excuse me, may I have a word?’ asked a lady as they waited for Alex’s car to be brought around by the valet.

‘Veronica?’ Beth said, turning to face the woman. ‘My god, I haven’t seen you in years.’

‘Beth?’ Veronica laughed. ‘So it is the Mackenzies in there. I should have known.’

‘What do you mean?’ Beth asked

Veronica held up a notepad. ‘I’m a journalist. My editor said he’d got a tip-off about some juicy goes on here last night. Wanted me to sniff around. There was a wedding?’

Beth gave Alex a sideways glance and he held up his hands. ‘It wasn’t me, I wouldn’t have a clue who to tell.’

‘My sister Flo got married yesterday,’ Beth said.

‘And the allegations of a depraved sex party in the bridal suite?’ Veronica asked, pencil poised to write.

‘I believe some people heard noises in the night,’ Beth said, diplomatically. ‘I slept straight through. So I know nothing.’

‘And what about you?’ the journalist turned to Alex.

He looked to Beth. Trying to ask her what he should say without actually asking it. After a moment or two, she shrugged.

‘There was a disturbance of sorts,’ he admitted, ‘Early in the morning. Some individuals were engaged in an intimate physical act in the corridor outside the bridal suite. I don’t know who they were though.’

‘Intimate physical act?’ Veronica quoted, cocking an eyebrow. ‘Interestingly put, OK, so there is some meat to this story after all. Don’t worry Beth I won’t name you in the story; you were always nice to me, unlike dear Florence.’

It was then that Alex’s car arrived and the valet handed over the keys. The two old friends wished each other well and Beth lept into the car so that they could drive off quickly.

‘My mother will never believe Eryaman Escort Bayan that you didn’t tip off the press,’ Beth said once they were underway.

‘I really didn’t,’ Alex said. ‘I considered it but decided against it. Who was that anyway?’

‘We went to school together, Veronica Lane, she wanted to be a writer if I recall,’ said Beth. ‘I guess journalism is sort of like writing. Not sure how glamorous hanging around hotels for gossip is though.’

—

As they set off early the drive back was quicker than Alex had feared it might be. About halfway they had to stop for petrol and he took the opportunity to restock on essentials.

It was early in the afternoon that they reached the Yorkshire Coast and Alex pulled up outside Beth’s flat.

‘Do you want to come in for a cuppa?’ Beth asked. ‘Least I can do to thank you for all the driving.’

‘Sure,’ he said. Suspecting that a cup of tea was the last thing Beth wanted to give him. Ever the gentleman he carried her bag up as they let them in.

This was the first time he’d actually been in her flat. It was on the third floor of a converted Victorian townhouse, up to a narrow staircase that had seen better days. The flat itself was much smaller than he imagined from the outside; comprising a small hallway, bathroom to the left then an open plan kitchen/living room and a bedroom to the rear.

‘Sling the case on my bed,’ she said. ‘I’ll get the kettle on.’

Alex took the case into the bedroom. There were piles of clothes scattered around the wardrobe, he guessed she’d been trying to pick what outfit to wear for the wedding. Carefully he put the case down and at the same time noticed the vibrator and dildo on the bedside table. Clearly, she had not been expecting guests, he chuckled to himself and joined her in the living room.

Beth was stood by the kettle, bopping along to a tune in her head. Alex watched her sexy arse, ensconced in a tight pair of jeans, and he felt a surge of desire. Why bother with the pretence of a cuppa? He came up behind her and hugged her, nuzzling the back of her neck and softly kissing it.

‘Hello,’ she said, clinging to his arms. ‘Oh, yes, keep doing that.’

His kisses continued on the nape of her neck. A hand went to her beautiful c-cup breast and he squeezed them through her t-shirt. Then his other hand slid up under the fabric and did the same on the other breast.

‘You are so fucking hot,’ he whispered.

‘If you don’t have some condoms I’m going to kill you,’ Beth said, grinding her arse into his crotch. ‘But not before I fuck you anyway.’

‘Yes, I did get some,’ he said. ‘As if I’d miss the opportunity to fill your sweet pussy with my fat cock.’

‘Oh God, yes, I want it so much,’ she said, turning around to hungrily kiss him on the lips. So gripped with the passion of the moment that neither of them noticed the kettle boiling.

Beth tore at Alex’s clothes, desperate to get them off. He shed his t-shirt and trousers, Beth pushed him back onto the sofa and she yanked his boxers down to expose his junk. She dived on his cock and got him rockhard in seconds, sucking on his bulbous head. It did not last long though because she wanted more than to blow him. Alex helped her take off her t-shirt, bra and jeans.

Her knickers were the last thing to go and as she stood Alex took the opportunity to spring up and kiss her. As their tongues probed each other’s mouths his hand slid down her belly and to her pussy. She was already wet but he knew he could get her wetter. He teased her labia which were already engorged and lubricated by her sweet pussy juice. He inserted a finger into her vagina, she moaned loudly so he slipped in another and hooked them around to probe for her g-spot. It took but a few moments of vigorous fingering to have her writhing in the throws of her first orgasm today.

‘Bedroom, now,’ she demanded as her orgasm subsided. ‘I’m not fucking you on a sofa.’

Not waiting for his response she ran from the room and he heard a clatter from what he assumed was the case being shoved off the bed. Alex had the presence mind to bring the condoms with him as he entered the bedroom. He found Beth on the bed, legs splayed and playing with her clit. It was a very erotic sight, his cock was almost painful it was so hard.

‘Bring that fat cock over here and fuck me,’ she said. ‘I’ve waited long enough.’

Alex tore a condom from its wrapper and rolled it down his cock. One day, soon he hoped, he would fuck her raw, the way it was meant to be done. He felt the primal desire to fill her cunt with his cum, but that would have to wait.

Positioning himself between her legs he smiled, her pussy was absolutely soaked and he could see the hunger in her eyes. To start with though he didn’t ram it in straight away. Instead, he slapped her clitoral hood with his fat bellend and then teased her slick folds, rubbing his dick up and down her slit.

‘So, what should I do now?’ he asked.

‘Fuck me, fuck me with your cock,’ she pleaded. As she said that Alex thrust down with all his weight. Her pussy lips parted and his fat cock plunged into her. In one swift movement, he was fully inside her and Beth screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. He could feel her vagina clamping down on his member as the contractions of her orgasm rumbled through her quivering pussy.

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Authors Note:

This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other.

The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77!

Warning:

This story contains fighting, but no sex. If you are looking for something erotic, please read another story.

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Aggie came to her senses in a dark windowless room. She was completely naked, and her limbs were tied to the bed she was laying on. She had no idea where she was, or what was going on. Her memories were pretty foggy, and it was a struggle to think. She remembered leaving the party and encountering someone in the parking lot. She lay there pulling against the ropes holding her down. She had no idea how long she was lying there when the door opened.

“She’s awake,” yelled a girl whose voice Aggie didn’t recognize.

“Finally!”, came a voice all too familiar to Aggie. Bree, Pris and several other girls entered the room. “It’s time we had it out once and for all bitch. I am going to kick your ass up one side of this room and down the other.”

Aggie spat toward Bree. “Fuck you cunt. I’m naked, tied down and you’ve got a bunch of your friends to back you up. Some fair fight that’ll be. You must really be a skanky chickenshit whore to need all your friends to help you beat up one naked person tied to a chair. How scared of me are you?”

Bree snapped her fingers and Pris stepped forward and pulled out a knife. She waved it in front of Aggies’s eyes, trying to scare Aggie. Slowly she lowered the knife, cutting the tape holding Aggie down loose. Aggie sat up on the bed, stretching her limbs trying to loosen them for the coming brawl. She knew that Bree was stronger, taller and outweighed her. She also had longer limbs. Aggie doubted she had a chance of winning, but as long as the fight was fair, Aggie was fairly certain she could inflict some serious damage on Bree, maybe even break that oh so feminine celestial nose she was so proud of. Aggie giggled when she remembered Bree getting the nose job. For a brief moment, Aggie wondered if she could damage the nose so much it would go back to its original lopsided bulbous shape.

Aggie stood up as the other cheerleaders spread around the room, forming a circle. Pris made a gesture and two of the girls moved the bed off to one side of the room, opening up space for the two combatants. “This has been far too long in coming,” Aggie said, getting into something like a fighting stance.

Bree smiled without warmth and stepped forward offering a short jab to Aggie’s midsection. Aggie stepped back and easily dogged the punch. The girls started cheering for Bree and calling Aggie the most disgusting and vile names they could think of. Aggie blocked out the noise, and focused on her opponent, hoping to inflict some real damage quickly to end the fight.

Aggie charged forward and rammed her head into Bree’s midriff. It was firmer than Aggie expected but a surprised gasp of pain burst out of Bree’s mouth as she fell onto her ass. Aggie pushed her advantage and kicked her tormentor in the side, forgetting she wasn’t wearing shoes. There was an audible crack as Aggie felt her toes break. Fortunately, the adrenaline coursing through her veins kept the pain at bay. Bree grabbed Aggie’s ankle and twisted it around making Aggie spin around, facing away from Bree. Bree leaned back and raised her knees driving her feet into Aggie’s ass.

Aggie flew across the room, crashing into several of the cheerleaders who took the opportunity to strike at the naked woman. She struggled to free herself from the assault, and as she turned around, Bree punched her hard in the face, breaking her nose. Aggie saw red and slammed her foot down on Bree’s instep, remembering some long-ago self-defense lecture. Bree jumped back in agony and Aggie drove her knee into Bree’s stomach, making her double over in pain. Aggie slammed her elbow into the base of Bree’s neck making her fall face down onto the floor. She quickly squatted over her enemy and using a maneuver she had seen on some wrestling match she watched with her uncle. She sat on Bree’s back and put Bree’s arms on top of her legs. Grabbing Bree’s chin she pulled the girl up painfully. The name of the submission hold suddenly popped into her head, the camel clutch. She pulled Bree up as far as she dared not wanting to cause permanent injury.

Bree was moaning in pain “Give up and this is over. I won’t even press charges for kidnapping or drugging me,” Aggie told Bree. Before Bree could respond, Aggie was kicked in the chest and fell backward. Bree collapsed to the floor crying, as Pris stomped on Aggie’s knee. Aggie screamed in pain.

“That’s for stealing Lars,” Then Pris stomped on her stomach, “That’s for attacking Tiffi.” Pris walked around the beaten girl and said to the other Escort Sincan cheerleaders, “This skank attacked one of us, got her arrested and then beat up our captain. Are you going to let her get away with that?” as she kicked Aggie in the ribs.

One by one each girl approached Aggie and kicked or punched her leaving her bloody, bruised, and battered. Before the cheerleaders were halfway through, Aggie gratefully sunk into blackness.

****

This time when Aggie woke up she was in a different room. This one had sunlight, and she wasn’t tied to the bed, but she did feel some resistance to her movements. She started to take a mental inventory of all the aches and pains, gratefully surprised they were few and not too bad. Her right leg was in a cast, as was her left arm. Her left ankle was elevated, and she had several bandages covering other parts of her body. There were a lot of tubes and wires connecting her to various machines.

“Oh thank God!” Christina shouted, making Aggie wince, “you’re awake,” Christina stood up and walked over to the bed. You’ve been in a coma for 6 days. You were found outside the ER naked, laying in a pool of your blood. “What the hell happened?” Christina asked her friend and lover with anger and concern in her voice.

“That’s what we want to know.” Said the police lieutenant who helped Aggie after her arrest, walking into the room. “This is the first sexual assault on this campus ever.” She said. I plan on finding whoever did this and making sure they never have the opportunity to hurt someone ever again.

“Well then, I have good news,” Aggie said weakly, as she started to cough. Christina grabbed a cup and filled it with some water and held it to Aggie’s lips letting her take a few sips, getting her lips and tongue moist, “This wasn’t a sexual assault, just some old FrIeNdS reuniting.”

“Then tell me what the hell happened?” the cop said, pulling out her notebook.

Aggie smiled weakly. “Are you asking as a cop or a sister?” Aggie asked her.

“Sister first and always,” she said to Aggie sitting down on the bed. “We were never formally introduced, I’m Rikki Nagan. Nice to officially meet you, Aggie.”

“and you Rikki. So to make a long story short, some bitches that tortured and abused me in middle and high school just transferred here. They attacked me outside my dorm with the other members of the Bimbo Squad. They poured some liquid into my throat, the next thing I know I’m naked, tied to a bed in a room with no windows. Bree came in and told me we were going to fight. I was cut loose. We fought, and I was winning when Pris attacked me from behind and knocked the wind out of me. While I was down, she cajoled the other Bimbos into beating me until I passed out. The next thing I remember is waking up here.

Rikki nods her head. “That explains the Haldol found in your system. They did plan and execute an almost perfect kidnapping and assault. There was no foreign DNA on you, and they dropped you in an area not covered by security cameras. We only have your word, and that’s not enough for us to do anything but ask questions, and I’m sure they have an alibi.”

The door to the room opened and Kate walks in with Hannah and Tiffi. “Hey Aggie, how you feelin’?” Kate asks, as she gently tweaked one of Aggie’s toes that was sticking out of the cast.

“Tired, sore and hungry,” Aggie tells her.

After filling in the newcomers on what happened to Aggie, tears poured out of Tiffi’s eyes. Those fucking bitches. I’m going to murder them in their sleep.” she says furiously.

“A free piece of legal advice. Don’t go around announcing your intention to murder someone, that would make you the primary suspect if anything happens, and if you do get charged, it’ll be for premeditated murder, a capital crime in this state.” Rikki tells the other girls.

Tiffi tells everyone, “I think this is partially my fault. When I got home after my initiation, the squad was having a meeting/ They were discussing how to raise money for my lawyer. They thought I was sitting in jail while you had been released. I think they blamed you for my sudden and prolonged disappearance.”

“Wait! What? You’ve been initiated?”

“Well let me put it this way, is Erin always such a bitch?”

“Don’t make me laugh, it hurts,” Aggie says laughing with everyone else.

“So what now?” Tiffi asks the group. “I mean we can’t let them get away with this, right.”

“Without more to go on, legally all I can do is question Bree and Pris and the rest of the Bimbos. I’ll continue to investigate, but honestly unless one of the bimbos becomes a CI, we probably won’t make any arrests.” Rikki told them standing up. “I have to get back to the station. Get better soon Aggie,” she said leaving the room.

Alright ladies, gather round. I already ran it by the headmistress, and she took it to the small council, and they agreed. Now we can begin preparations for operation meltdown. Tiffi, you know what you Sincan Escort need to do. The rest of you here’s the plan. . .”

****

The next day, Aggie was struggling with her women’s studies essay. Pushing her books away from her, she sighed in frustration. “I wonder if I could get extra credit for all the women I’ve studied recently,” she asked herself aloud, as she tried to concentrate on her school work.

As she reached for her books, the door to her room opened and a strange man in a well-tailored suit was holding the door open. Before she could even think to ask who he was, Beatrice walked in. Aggie smiled in delight at seeing the old woman she admired. “Oh my dear, my dear. How are you feeling?” she asked Aggie.

“Honestly, tired of being asked that question by everyone who walks in this room,” Aggie tells her.

“Good for you my dear. Honesty. An admirable trait.” Beatrice smiled at Aggie.

“I’m sorry that was a bit bitchy,” Aggie said. “I’m ready to get out of here, but I was told that I could get out of here today, but I need to be on bed rest, and since I live alone, here I stay until something can be worked out.”

“That simply will not do,” Beatrice responded angrily. “Mr. Pierce, Please go locate Ms. Allbuts doctor and have him come here at once.”

“The man at the door nodded and walked off. Without another word, Beatrice pulled out her iPhone and called a number. “Hello, Chancellor Wormer? This is Beatrice. I am in the campus hospital and I just met the most interesting young lady, Agatha Allbut. Are you aware of her situation?”

Aggie could hear a man’s voice indistinctly. After a few seconds Beatrice interrupted him, “Yes yes yes, we all have excuses why things can’t be done. Now I’m going to tell you what will happen. I will take Aggie to live in my home, where she will rest and recuperate. I will also handle any further medical needs. You will ensure that any class assignments, lectures and any other materials she needs to stay current with her courses are made available to her. If her grades drop because she is not provided what she needs, you will answer to me and the board of trustees.”

Before he could respond Beatrice hung up and put her phone away. “I don’t know what to say,” Aggie told the older woman.

“I was dead set against hiring that man. After what happened at Faber College, why would any responsible institute of higher learning trust him to manage anything more complicated than an outhouse.”

“Wait! Chancellor Wormer was at Faber? My grandfather is an alumni of Faber. That’s where my grandparents meet. Aggie looked forlorn at the memory. “I miss Pinto and Mom Mom.”

Beatrice pats Aggie on the hand, letting her work through her emotions. Aggie wipes her eyes with her unrestricted hand and smiles at Beatrice. “I’m never going to be able to repay you for your kindness,” Aggie says to the older woman.

“Pish posh my dear. Mother isn’t just a title, I love all you girls like my daughters. The one regret I have is that medical science was not advanced enough to let Eunice and I have our own child. But we always had our wonderful lovely daughters to care for.” As Beatrice finished speaking the door opened, and Mr. Pierce entered followed by a man in a lab coat Aggie had never seen.

“Beatrice, what an unexpected pleasure.” the man said with barely hidden sarcasm.

“Please Harry, call me Mrs. Remington-Webley. Most of my lackeys do.” The scorn in her voice was palpable. Aggie could see how hard he struggled to keep his anger in check. “So, Aggie tells me the only reason she wasn’t released from this horrid place is because she didn’t have a suitable place to live. Is that correct?”

“Yes, But we will need to see her . . .”

Beatrice holds up her hand. I will ensure she gets any treatment she needs. Thank you. Now run along and bring a wheelchair so I can take her home.” Beatrice says dismissively. “

“Please wait here. I’ll have a nurse come right in with her discharge instructions and prescriptions.”

“Of course we’ll wait here. Do you think an old lady and a cripple are going to run a marathon as soon as you leave,” Beatrice says to his retreating back?

They waited in silence for 20 minutes until A young bubbly student nurse walked into the room. “Aggie, I’m so glad you’re okay,” she tells the bedridden girl. It took Aggie several seconds to place the face. She lived in the dorm, just a few doors down from Aggie. Aggie disliked the girl because she spoke nonstop while saying nothing. She was also a huge gossip, something Aggie hated.

The female began to read the discharge instructions and explain in detail everything Aggie would need to do as part of her recovery. After 20 minutes or so, she finally asked, “Do you have any questions?”

Sheri, her name is Sheri, Aggie thought in triumph.

“No my dear thank you. You are everything I’ve learned to expect from this institution, and it’s students.” Beatrice said.

Sheri Sincan Escort Bayan beamed in pride mistaking the comment for a compliment as she left the room.

Mr. Pierce gathered up all the flowers and cards adorning her room and went to the car with Beatrice. By the time he got back, an orderly was helping Aggie get into a wheelchair. They headed to the elevator as the orderly’s radio crackled to life. There was a lot of shouting and orders to people to report to various places.

“Umm sir,” the orderly said. “A patient is being airlifted in right now. The elevator is not to be used until further notice. We’ll have at least a 20-minute wait.”

“That is simply unacceptable, young man. I can not keep this young lady waiting here any longer than necessary.” Mr. Pierce bent down and scooped up Aggie effortlessly. He kicks open the door to the stairs and carefully descends with Aggie in his arms. Aggie was so tired, and felt so safe, that she drifted off to sleep, her head resting against his neck.

****

Lars had seen Aggie around school several times, but she was always with people he didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure how to approach her. He didn’t know if Tiffi had spoken with her yet, then heard that Aggie and Tiffi had gotten into a fight, and both of them were arrested. By the time he got to the police station, they had been released.

The next day he went to Aggie’s dorm and sat in front of it all day. When she didn’t return from class, he went looking for the RA. Tina, I’m Lars, Aggie’s boyfriend. She hasn’t been here all day. Do you know where she is?”

Tina shook her head and used her passkey to enter the room. The bed hadn’t been slept in, and the notes Aggie wanted to study were on her desk. When Tina couldn’t see the outfit Aggie was wearing last night, she began to worry. They began to ask the other residents of the dorm and no one had seen Aggie.

Lars and Tina decided to go to the campus police to report Aggie missing. When they drove out of the lot, Lars spotted Aggie’s car, making his heart leap into his throat.

That night, when a naked unconscious woman matching Aggie’s description showed up at the hospital Tina was asked to identify her. Tina went right away and identified Aggie. She kept Lars updated on Aggie’s condition, advising him to let her recover a bit before visiting.

The day after Aggie woke up, Lars couldn’t wait anymore. He decided to take matters into his own hands, and explain everything to Aggie. He was going to make her hear him out no matter what. He was willing to beg for her forgiveness, he’d even grovel if that was what he needed to do to win her back.

As he walked up to the main entrance, he saw an antique automobile idling by the curb. He whistled at the 1939 Mercedes Benz 540K that looked to be in mint condition. He was fixated on the gorgeous piece of automotive history, appreciating the elegance and beauty of the luxury car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall good looking man carrying a large load, so he held the door open for him, and the old lady walking behind him.

“Thank you,” the man said as he walked through the door, and quickly placed his load in the back seat of the antique car. The old lady got in and the man got into the driver’s seat and eased the car forward and was soon lost from view.

Lars shook his head and headed into the hospital. HE started to whistle as he imagined the tearful reunion he was sure was about to happen, having no doubts that they would be a couple again. As Lars walked toward her room, he began to feel nervous. He stopped in front of the door to calm himself. His hand rested on the lever, not entirely sure if he wanted to open it. “Man up asshole,” he muttered to himself as he eased the door open, wishing he had thought to bring some flowers, a stuffed animal, or even a get well card.

“Lars! Hi. Long time no see.” said the nurse that was in the otherwise empty room. She looked over his muscled physique licking her lips in desire.

“Yeah, uhhh hi . . . Sheri.” He said recognizing the gossipy girl from Aggie’s dorm.

“If you’re looking for Aggie, she just left. Some hot guy in a suit carried her off. It was like the end of an Officer and a Gentleman. Too bad he wasn’t in uniform.”

“That was Aggie?” he asked, shocked, wondering why he waited so long.

“Yeah, it was really romantic. I was soooo jealous. No guy has ever carried me anywhere.” the coed rattled on not realizing the pain Lars was suffering. While she prattled about being carried off by some hot guy, Lars had a vision of picking her up and carrying her down the hall to the laundry chute and dropping her in it, just so she would shut up. Walking away before he lost control of his emotions, he just kept thinking, some older guy got her. An older guy with money. How could she? Why did I wait?

He drove aimlessly around campus, not paying attention to where he was going until he stopped in front of the student union. He parked his car and went inside at sat down to think. As he sat there wallowing in self-pity, he happened to notice a poster advertising a student exchange program. HE stared at the poster for several minutes, then pulled out his phone and went to the website and filled out the application.

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It’s Thursday night and I am making a trip to the local Lover’s Lane to see what I can find for my Friday afternoon rendezvous with Mark. I like to surprise him with a sexy outfit when I see him. I love to see the expression of desire on his face when he sees me. It gets me excited before he even touches me. Tonight I decided to try a few different options on and tease Mark by sending him pictures from the dressing room. The good thing about these stores is they are never crowded and the dressing rooms are quite private. A random click or the flash of the camera is probably not unheard of here. I brought my selections into the dressing room. I was ready to start teasing Mark.

The first outfit I tried on was a red and black lace baby-doll. It was form fitting and it was push-up so my breasts were full and looked ready for action. I put my black heels back on and looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “oh yeah I think he will like this.” I struck a pose and snapped a picture. I sent it to Mark with a caption that read, “For your holiday party perhaps?” I didn’t wait for his response. I just wanted to keep on trying on lingerie for him and fill his inbox with pictures leading up to the grand finale.

Next up was their Flirty Girl Chemise. This one was cupless, sheer, and purple. I was starting to get excited about the fun we were going to have tomorrow no matter what I decided to wear. For this picture I started playing with my exposed nipples. Rubbing my fingers around my nipples slightly pinching them. I was getting turned on and my nipples were pointed and hard. Time to snap the picture. I was pinching my nipple for this picture and sent it with the caption, “getting ready for your mouth to be sucking on my nipples tomorrow.”

My third and final outfit was simply a pair of black crotchless panties, nothing else but my black heels. My nipples were still exposed and hard. I looked in the mirror and realized just how exposed I was. I was really getting myself turned on at this point. I couldn’t resist touching myself. I started circling my exposed clit with my finger. I let out a quiet sigh because it feels so good. There is no stopping me now. I am going to make myself cum right here in the dressing room and instead of sending Mark a picture I am going to use my phone to get a video of this.

I Escort Keçiören set up the camera so it would have my whole body in its frame. I had one foot on the floor and the other up on the small chair in the dressing room. Facing the mirror I am mostly naked and my legs spread. Since this was a video I had both hand ready to explore my mostly naked body. Still trying to be quiet I had one hand playing with my breast rubbing and grabbing it. My other hand traveled down the front of my body until it reached my clit again. I am circling my clit faster now getting more excited. I am breathing faster now and trying not to moan out loud. I slid my middle finger deep inside me. I feel so warm and wet right now. My head is tilted back and my eyes are closed. I am no longer worried about what is going on outside the dressing room.

I am about to cum and my phone is recording it all for Mark. My back is up against the dressing room door; my legs are still spread and tensing up. My fingers still rubbing me fast and my finger enters me. I whisper, “feels so good, I am cumming for you Mark.” I let out a sigh as I cum. I can feel myself wet with cum, pulsing around my finger. I turned off the video on the phone and tried to get myself together. I smirked to myself and thought, “I guess the crotchless panties work. Must buy these.” In addition I bought another outfit ands stumbled across crotchless panty hose. These can be fun so I bought three of them. I left the store feeling satisfied, literally, and excited about seeing Mark tomorrow.

It’s finally Friday morning and like most Fridays I only have to work a half-day. Even that seems long because I cannot wait to see Mark this afternoon. It’s been a week and a half since I saw him last and I am ready for him. We decided to meet for dinner and perhaps a little shopping. I wanted to look sexy but not too over the top. The weather helped out a little. Most of the week there were wind chills at or below zero. Today it was a balmy 29. I decided to go with a wrap dress. Not to fancy but flattering and even better it offered easy access. The neckline was low and I was wearing a bra that enhanced my breasts. I decided to go with my crotchless pantyhose and black heels to finish my outfit. I put on some red lipstick and left. I could not wait to see how Mark would Keçiören Escort Bayan greet me.

Driving there I had the heat on and the seat warmers on in my new car. Knowing how exposed I was beneath my dress I reached down and started to touch myself. I wanted to be ready for Mark. At a red light I snapped a quick picture of my hand up my dress. I was hoping to get Mark hard and excited while he was checking out of the store he was at. I kept on texting him to build the sexual tension for our meeting.

We met in the parking lot of the mall. Mark got into my car. He immediately put his hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. He started passionately kissing me. I loved when he kissed me like this. His mouth kissing me hard and his tongue entwined with mine. Mark is an amazing kisser and his lips are so soft. It’s hard to stop kissing him. I playfully bit his lower lip as I pulled away.

“Someone seems happy to see me.” I said to Mark with a mischievous smile.

Mark responded with, ” I am so turned on right now.”

He started kissing me again. His hand started moving up my inner thigh. I spread my legs a little for him tempting him to keep on exploring. His hand reached the opening of my crotchless panty house and he found my wetness.

“Oh God Catherine this is so sexy.” Knowing he could have me so easily because nothing was in his way was so hot. Now his finger found me and entered deep into me. “Catherine you are so wet. I want you so bad.”

There was a parking garage across the street so I decided to drive over there. Mark didn’t stop touching and teasing my clit with his finger on the short drive over. It’s hard to concentrate on driving when you are so turned on and Mark’s hand in between my legs. We found what we thought was a safe spot on the fourth level. As soon as we parked we took off our winter jackets and tossed them in the back seat.

We started passionately kissing again. As our tongues were entwined I lowered my seat so I was almost lying down. I backed the seat away from the steering wheel. I untied my wrap dress so it exposed my whole body to Mark. He was free to do what he wanted with me. I spread my legs more for him and put my left foot up on the dash. I was so ready for Mark. He started going down on me, his tongue circling Keçiören Escort my clit and exploring the rest of me. He again inserted his finger deep into my wetness as his tongue still exploring me.

I started to moan and yelled out, “Don’t stop Mark make me cum!”

Watching Mark going down on me is so sexy because he is so into it. He glanced up at me and our eyes met. I couldn’t take it anymore I was ready to cum for him.

I yelled out, “OMG I am going to cum!” Mark could feel me pulsing around his finger that was still deep inside me.

I pulled Mark up to me and we started kissing. I love to taste my excitement on his lips. I know Mark must be hard and I was still turned on. Our rendezvous in my car wasn’t over yet. My hand moved quickly down to find the hardness in his pants. I took off his belt and lowered his pants and boxer briefs so his big, hard penis was out of his pants and ready for me. I put my lips around his hardness and started moving my mouth up and down on him. “Catherine that feels so good,” he whispered to me. My hand was cupping him and my tongue was all over his hardness. I swirled my tongue around the tip of him tasting his pre-cum. I loved tasting him but he wasn’t ready to finish for me.

“Get on top of me,” Mark directed. Without saying a word I climbed on top of him and lowered myself on him in the front seat of my car.

Mark’s hardness is deep inside me as I continue to ride him faster and deeper. His hands grabbed my butt pulling me towards him. My body was so close to his. Neither one of us were aware of who else might be in the parking garage. Mark started breathing faster and louder.

“Catherine oh God yeah,” he yelled out as he filled me with his cum. I was still riding him but slowing down until he finished.

I collapsed on him for a few moments. We gently kissed each other as our breathing slowed down. Our eyes fixed on each other I lifted off him and went back to my seat. I was having a hard time tying my dress in the confines of my car. We glanced around then got out of my car to straighten up a bit. I leaned up against a wall in the parking garage my untied dress still exposing the front of my body to Mark. Before I tied my dress marked snapped a picture with his cell phone of me half naked in the parking garage. We quickly kissed and got back into my car.

“Do we still have time to do some shopping?” Mark asked.

As I drove us towards the mall in my newly christened car I smiled and replied, “We can probably find some places to have fun in the mall. Perhaps this time you can join me in the dressing room.”

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Finally all the soap is from us. I close the water stream. We are looking each other in the eyes. Wow, I start drowning again into them. I would like to start again a passionate kiss, however I make first better sure to dry you. We’re both smiling to each other and as always when being near to you, I feel a heat going through my body. I take a soft woollen bath towel. I dab your all body. Afterwards you take the towel and start to dab my body. You do this so softly, what a lucky guy I am. In the mean time I took another, yet small, towel and start rubbing softly your hair. After that is done, you take the towel from me to start rubbing dry my hair.

We are both dry now and we are putting the towels in the basket. We stand still before the mirror where we both can see how happy we are. You turn yourself around and wrap your arms around my neck. Your mouth is very slowly moving towards mine. All the time you keep on looking me in the eyes. Oh, I see that you can feel my little guy coming to life. You’re pressing yourself to me. Your mouth has reached mine and again we start a breathtaking passionate kiss. I massage your bottom cheeks. Unfortunately we have to let go, because both of us need to regain our breaths.

You take my hand and pull me towards the bedroom. I follow you, being aroused very much. Once in the bedroom I help you install yourself on the bed. I go then to the CD player and put on a CD with romantic songs. I return to the bed and ask you to relax and let me do the job. I see you hesitate a little and I understand it. Then I open the drawer of the night table and take out 4 ropes. You look first with fear at me, but after looking into my eyes you nod. I tie your hands and feet to the bedpost. Although you’re still a little afraid you’re also waiting in anticipation.

I take now two feathers out of the drawer and sit down on my knees on the bed. With the soft side of the feathers I go over your face. I see now that all the fear is escaping from your body. You are more and more relaxed and even little sighs are coming out of your mouth. The first place I do is your face. The two feathers are going over your forehead, the temples, the cheeks, your nose, your lips and your chin. I make little circles. Then I go to your ears, caressing them all over and not forgetting to go also a little inside. Also the backside of your ears aren’t forgotten. It gives me a warm feeling to see you enjoy the whole thing.

Now it’s time for your neck. The left, right en front sides receive caresses. I’m happy because I notice that you’re enjoying this very much. Once again I notice some goose flesh starting to come on you. I go now with the feathers to your shoulders. Afterwards I follow the arms through the outside Escort Etlik until I reach yours hands. I go now between the fingers and start then coming up through the inner side. When I reach the armpits I notice that you start shivering. Now I follow the outer lines of your body.

Again and again I start giving you caresses. I pass the hips and go farther down. At the knees I stay a little longer before ending my journey down. When I reach your feet I go with the feathers between your toes. This gives the reaction that I was expecting as you start giggling and moving your feet in order to avoid the continuation of my teasing you. It’s time however to travel farther. I follow now the inner sides of your legs until I reach the flesh between your legs and your love-lips. You start moaning a little.

Via your hips I go higher until I finally reach your Adam’s apple. I go now down with the feathers, through the middle of the globes, until I reach the bottom of them. Then I go as well to the left as the right, in order to start making eighths with the feathers. I make the circles shorter and shorter so that the tip of the feathers touches now also your inviting globes. I’m coming always shorter and shorter to your nipples. They start getting stiff. Now and then I see you bite on your lips. After reaching the nipples and playing there a while, I start going down.

I’m heading for you belly and certainly don’t forget your belly button. I make little circles around it, to finish going into it. I go again over your whole belly before returning to that cute little button. Finally I start travelling again down. I reach the bush and go round it to go now over the groins for a couple of times. Little moans come out of your mouth. Now I reach the flesh between the legs and the outer lips. I hear more moans. I’m approaching very slowly the outer lips. The feathers reach now the outer lips and caress them.

I hear that your breathing is increasing. More and more I go to the little love-cave. I move the feathers up and down between the lips. I look at the little treasure, open like an inviting flower and I see that moisture is coming out of it. I keep on teasing you with the feathers, now attacking the cute, stiff little clit. The two feathers are on the left and right side of it and go up and down. More moans are escaping from your mouth and I see that your body is trembling. All of a sudden you look at me and say, “darling, fuck me”.

I replace the feathers now in the drawer and start to untie your feet and hands. I look at you and my heart starts bouncing because I see the desire in your eyes. I massage first a little your hands and feet where the ropes were attached. Now I take a pillow and Etlik Escort place it under your bottom cheeks. I take a little pack out of the drawer and install me between your legs. I now need only to look at you, and certainly at the little treasure, making thus that the little guy is at full length. I open the pack and take out a condom. I put the condom on.

I come a little closer to you and take my love spear. I go with my love spear between you lips in order to make that wet. I don’t need much time doing it. I place now the head for the entrance. I go forward with my upper body and place my hands beside your body. I look you in the eyes and slowly start penetrating you. It’s going in without any trouble and I stop when the head is completely in. I see that your eyes are widening up a little and that you bit with your teeth in your lip. Now I see you start to relax and that you are prepared to undergo it.

Oh, it feels so hot in your vagina. The heat is coming through the rubber. I start now slowly penetrating you more, centimetre after centimetre. Finally I’m completely inside you and hold still. All the time I was looking in your eyes. I can notice now that you are very pleased with what you feel. I feel you squeezing the little guy. That sure feels wonderful. You certainly know how to please a man, I’m very happy.

Now I withdraw very quickly, after that I start penetrating you very slowly again. I try to rub the head and the shaft against your G-spot. I see now that you understand why I did put the pillow under your bottom cheeks. Completely inside again I keep still again, allowing you to squeeze my love spear. I repeat this time after time, noticing that more and more moans escape from your mouth.

Now the time has come that I want to give you some additional stimulation. I bend forward and take one nipple in my mouth. I suck it very gently. I hear you take in your breath very loudly. I close my teeth now on the nipple, just to hold it, without biting it. Now I go with my teeth up and down, like if it were that I’m masturbating the nipple. More moans come out of your mouth and you start also to shiver. The twin nipple receives also the same treatment.

All the time I kept penetrating you very slowly and withdrawing myself very quickly. I can sense however that your climax is starting to build up, certainly by the way you’re squeezing my little guy. Suddenly you wrap your legs around my back. Without leaving your nipples, I start to speed up my pumping. I go now faster and faster in and out of you. You are moaning more and more and louder and louder. I notice that you try to push with your feet onto my bums to push me farther into you.

Your head is starting to go from Etlik Escort Bayan the left to the right. Your body also shows that you are reaching your climax. I try to go faster in and out of you. Now I close my mouth upon one nipple and start sucking it very hard. You’re moaning out loud now, squeezing me very hard. I feel you’re not that far anymore and I suck harder and harder and go even faster. With a loud cry you’re cumming. Your body starts bouncing up and down, you’re trembling all over, squeezing me that it almost hurts.

I go now very slowly up and down, at the same time releasing your nipple. I look at you now and see that your eyes are closed and that you’re undergoing your climax. Only very slowly you come down to earth again. Finally you open your eyes again and you’re smiling at me. I’m very happy to see that you really enjoyed what happened to you. I see now also that you’re ready again for me. I have to admit that I’m ready to go for it now.

I take up the speed. Again I take a nipple in my mouth. Oh, you’re nipples are so nice, only feeling them in my mouth turns me already on. Gently I suck the nipple while my penis goes in and out of you. You’re squeezing like hell and you’re murmuring lovely words to me. You feel that my climax will not last so long anymore and again you try to pull me into you with your feet. I’m speeding up noticing however that you’re building up also a new climax.

Now it seems to me that our bodies play a love-game, as if they were made for each other. It is as if each one is trying to get the maximum out of the other. We both know that it won’t take us not long anymore. I release now your nipple and concentrate on our love game. I feel that my seed is like begging to be released. We look again in each other’s eyes and we both know that it’s so far. We both start crying out our climax. Stream after stream of seed is coming out of me into the rubber. You sense it also and start like milking the little guy. Finally the last drop comes out of it.

We lay down now, searching for our breath. We both know that we gave each other a more then nice feeling and we both are happy about that. When we regain at last our breath your legs start returning to the bed. Now I withdraw very slowly, noticing however that this gives you little shivers. When I’m finally out of you, we both look with surprise at the quantity of seed that is in the rubber. Now I know why I got the impression that it was like if I was only cumming and cumming.

I take the condom off and put it on the night table. I come lying besides you. We’re turning our heads to each other and we start now a very passionate kiss. That also is like I would it to last forever. Finally however we let go. You nestle yourself into my lap with your back to me. I wrap my arm around you and cup one breast with my hand. We both lay still now. Soon we both fall asleep.

Any comment is welcome, certainly comments about preventing me from making too much mistakes in English.

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If I was going to finish college, I needed to work for a year and earn some money. Their card on the employment board said they were looking for a chauffeur. Most students took jobs in related fields to their studies.

I shaved, got a haircut, put on my suit and went for the interview.

His office was on the top floor of a downtown high rise. He was a bit taller than me, handsome, black hair with a rising tide of grey around his ears.

“You’re resume’ looks good, and you seem well spoken, Thomas. Let’s go for a practical test.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Call me Arthur. Let’s go.”

We went down the elevator to the underground garage. Directly across from the elevator door was a big parking space with a sign over it. ‘Reserved For Mr. Rosenfeld’.

There was a seventies vintage Shelby Mustang sitting there. A uniformed man appeared and opened the driver’s door.

“Get in Thomas. This isn’t the car you’ll be driving of course. Turn right out of the garage.”

Well, even if I didn’t get the job I could brag that I once drove a real muscle car.

Two weeks later I got a call from Mr. Rosenfeld’s secretary.

“I’d like to offer you the job. It includes room and board. Here’s the hours and what it pays. How soon can you start, Thomas?”

“Anytime. The semester ended last week, and Friday I have to be out of the residence.”

“Good, lets start right now. You can drive me home.”

This time in his parking space was a Maybach limo. The only one I’ve ever seen in real life. The uniformed man, again magically appeared and opened the back door.

“Thank you Bill. Turn right and proceed to the 410 Thomas. It’s programmed into the onboard nav. system under ‘home’ naturally.”

The ‘Bitch In The Box’ led me to an area of rolling hills with stately well separated homes.

What nice people to work for. Arthur and his wife, Didi, insisted I address them by their first names, and although the job was theoretically 24/7 unless I was actually driving most of my time was my own. I soon settled into the routine. Drive Arthur to work at 0830, go back ‘home’, drive Didi if she wanted to go anyplace, then back downtown to pick up Arthur at 1730. Sometimes they would go out in the evening and I’d drive them.

One afternoon I drove Arthur to the general aviation terminal at the airport, then carried his bags to his private jet.

When I arrived back home Didi summoned me. She’s as tall as Arthur. Very elegant. Shapely body. Ash blond and beautiful. Her age could be anywhere from forty to sixty. Today she was wearing a knee length yellow and grey wool skirt and a pastel yellow long sleeve pullover cashmere sweater, and cream flats.

She got into the back as I held the door. The partition was down. “Thomas, turn right out the drive. I’ll show you where to go.”

I realized we’d gone around to the other side of the concession Escort Ankara when she directed me up a lane through a bush. It opened to a clearing.

“Thomas, come back here with me.”

I sat beside her.

“Thomas, do you like working here?”

“Yes Mam.”

“Didi. Can you be discreet?”

“Yes, of course.”

“No girlfriend or boyfriend you’d be tempted to tell about your work here?”

“No ma- uh Didi. I’m not in any relationship. That’s why the hours don’t matter.”

“Not even an internet relationship?”

“No,no, nothing like that.”

“Actually, I know. Do you know we had you investigated?”

“Huh. Well, I guess that only makes sense.”

“Thomas, do you find me attractive? Pretty?”

Before I could answer she leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then my lips. She looked me in the eyes as her hands unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper.

“I want you to enjoy working here, Thomas.” She pulled my woodie out of my boxers.

“Pull down your pants Thomas.”

She slid across, ducking to clear the low roof. She lifted the hem of her skirt. No undies. She was crouched with her back to me as she lowered herself onto my cock.

“Mm, Thomas. Such a big boy.” She reached down and lifted my hands to her sweater.

I groped her breasts through the soft cashmere. She rolled her hips. It was so good. She picked up the pace. It had been so long. I couldn’t hold on.

“Aaww.”

“Sorry Didi, sorry.”

“That’s OK dear, lots of time to practice.”

She handed me a handful of tissues. “Time to get back to the house, Thomas.”

A few days later Didi said to bring her nineteen sixty nine red Mercury convertible with the white interior around. I wasn’t sure if I was driving or she was going for a drive alone.

“You drive, Thomas, and put the top down. It’s a beautiful day.

She was dressed a bit over the top. Like a sixties pinup girl or something. A pink knee length sundress with big white polka dots and a full skirt that flared out when a gust caught it. Her hair was wrapped in a red silk scarf that wrapped around her throat and tied with a little bow on her right shoulder. On her feet were pink open toe spike heels. Her sun glasses, earrings and necklace all matched. Wide pink plastic with rhinestones. The sunglasses were heart shaped with rose lenses. Her lipstick and nail polish were bright red. They matched the car. She sat in the front seat.

She directed me to a paved road that wound north around and over hills

and past farmland and forests.

“In the next village, let’s find a coffee shop, or local diner.”

Before we went inside she handed me a small pile of tens and twenties. “You should pay, Thomas.” Everyone turned and gave a quick appraising look at Didi when we entered. We sat in an old fashion booth with red vinyl benches.

We Ankara Escort had coffee and fresh cinnamon buns. We chatted. Didi was an easy person to talk with.

“Ever wonder about our last driver?”

“Huh? Actually I hadn’t thought about it.”

“He had a girlfriend. He talked to her, and she was not happy about the extra ‘bonus’ he was getting.” Didi chuckled and so did I.

“I can understand that.”

Back in the car I went to give her the change and the rest of the money back. “You keep that for times like this. Arthur and I don’t carry cash and you can pay from this petty cash. Just let one of us know when you’re getting low.”

Then she affected a very proper English accent. “Take me home now, Boy.” We both laughed.

As we drove, her hands reached across and pulled down my zipper. She reached in and pulled Mr. Happy out.

Why did bench seats ever go out of style? What a beautiful drive. The soft suspension of the big Merc. The sunshine and warm breeze. The beautiful scenery. And Didi, head on my lap with my cock in her mouth.

One hand on the wheel, one hand stroking her back, I kept to the speed limit. There was little traffic. A few cars and trucks overtook us. I came gangbusters. Didi licked me clean and tucked me back in. She sat up and leaning against the door patted her lips with a hankie. “Did you enjoy that, Thomas?”

“Very much Didi.”

She didn’t even smudge her red lipstick. Amazing.

Next day I got a text to have the Maybach at the front by eleven thirty.

At eleven forty five Didi came out. On her feet were maroon spike heel sandals. Her skirt was a burgundy mid calf length. She wore a pink long sleeve bow collar silk blouse. Her blond hair was down, flowing over the wide grey fur stole wrapped around her shoulders.

“The country club Thomas.” She rolled the smoked glass partition up. The ‘Bitch in the Box” told me where to go. At least the machine had a nice voice. “Turn right in thirty meters.”

After Didi went inside the parking valet directed me to pull around the circle and park behind the dark green Bentley. As soon as I stopped it’s chauffeur came back to me.

“Hi, I’m Ed. You must be the Rosenfeld’s new driver.”

“Thomas. Nice to meet you Ed.”

“I’m the Crawford’s. Oh, here comes Frank with Mrs. Byl.

After introducing freak and me, we went around to the employee’s cafeteria and had a light lunch. This is one fancy club. When I went to pay the waitress just asked who my boss was, saying it would be debited to their account. Wow. The rich really are different.

Almost home, the partition still up, Didi called me on the intercom. “Thomas, you remember how to find the lane?”

“Yes Mam!”

Before I could get around to the right rear door to open it she was out and standing. Her blouse was off and the fur wrapped around her chest. It’s Ankara Escort Bayan tail down her back

“Like this look, Thomas?”

“Wow, yes.”

She let it slip to her elbows. That was the first time I saw her breasts uncovered. Wow. Just the perfect size. Not to big, but plump and inviting looking.

“There’s a blanket in the trunk, dear, we don’t want any embarrassing grass stains.”

By the time I fetches and spread the blanket Didi had thrown the rest of her clothes (except for her shoes) into the back seat. “Bit over dressed aren’t you Thomas?”

By the time all my clothes were on the front passenger seat she was laying on her side on the blanket. Her left side down. Her chin supported by her left hand. Her right hand stroked her right thigh. Her eyes wandered up and down naked me. I dropped beside her and we kissed.

“Thomas, kiss me where it smells.”

“You want me to take you to Sudbury?” (copper and nickle mining town in Northern Ontario.)

We both laughed at the old joke.

I got right down to it, kissing and licking, with a little fingering too.

“Very good Thomas. Very …Aah!”

I kept lapping and fingering her tasty treat, wanting to make up for our first visit here. She came again, her heels drumming on my back.

“Baby, get up here and bone me.”

“Yes Mam!”

What a wild ride that was. Didi must have scared all the wildlife away. “Yes, yes! Don’t cum yet. Hold on Thomas. Not, not. Now! Aagh?”

We came together and lay there smelling the woods and the grass and the sex.

“We better get home now, Thomas dear. Don’t forget to send the blanket with the laundry, and get it back in the trunk for next time.”

Two days later I got Arthur at the airport. I felt so guilty I could hardly look him in the eye. He rolled the partition down.

“Did you look after my Didi while I was away, Thomas?”

“Er, Yes Sir.”

“What, so formal? This car has five hundred horses Thomas. I miss my Didi. Flog ’em.!”

The next morning when I drove him to work he told me to come up to his office when I came for him at quitting time.

His secretary had already left. “Come in and close the door.”

Oh oh.

“Have a seat, Thomas.”

I sat looking down at my hands clasped on my lap. Would he yell a lot before he fired me?

“Thomas, a relationship is built in trust. We have to be honest with each other. Do you understand that, Thomas?”

“Yes sir, Arthur.”

Good. Now. Didi and I have been together for a long, long time. We have no secrets. Another thing about relationships is that envy can tear them apart. Do you know that, Thomas?”

“Yes Arthur.” I studied my finger nails.

“so, you wouldn’t want me to be jealous of Didi. Would you?”

“No Arthur.” Here it comes, unemployment.

“Didi and I believe in sharing.”

Where was this going?

“This isn’t the first time for you, is it?”

Arthur lifted my chin. His cock was out of his fly, hard, and inches from my lips.

I smiled up at him, then wrapped my lips around his purple helmet.

What wonderful folks to work for.

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