The Country Club Ch. 06

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We host a gathering of the bikini and lingerie club

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This series follows on from the Holiday Loving series and Chapter 1-5 of The Country Club. While it is stand alone, it will make more sense to read those stories first.

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“It’s designed as a fun weekend with a small competitive aspect,” summarized Brian.

“The bikinis and lingerie are really just interests that hold a group of girls together. We’ve been meeting monthly for the past few years and have a weekend away once a year, in summer, of course, when it’s warm enough to wear not much outdoors. It’s great that you’ve got a pool as well because then we can put the bikinis to their ultimate test — do they stay on when the wearer dives into the water. Many of them, especially the smaller ones, are really for show only,” explained Trish.

Neil and I nodded in agreement, imagining large numbers of bikini and lingerie clad young women congregating around the pool area.

“So, presumably it’s not just girls, I’m guessing they’ll have partners or boyfriends or something like that?” asked Neil.

“Oh yes, each of the members, and they are all female, are required to bring a partner so there will be equal numbers,” replied Brian.

“Yes, the guys really enjoy the weekend, don’t they dear?” she looked to Brian, but then gave a giggle before carrying on herself. “It’s not always the case that a girl sleeps with the partner she brings, there’s always a bit of mixing and matching. But they’re all adults so they can make their own choices. Usually Brian and I sleep with different partners on the annual weekend, and we’re married.”

Brian made no comment, but seemed to have difficulty meeting my eyes. He was well-built, early 20s, I guessed, and from the bulge in his pants I wouldn’t have minded sampling what he had to offer. I looked towards Neil and he was obviously taking a definite interest in Trish; long blonde hair, short skirt, low cut top to reveal a tasteful amount of tanned breast. It sounded like this would be another interesting weekend without too much to organize during the next four days.

“Come and have a look at everything anyway,” I suggested.

We walked out through the wide-open sliding doors onto the lawn, which was starting to dry out now summer was here, and we showed Brian and Trish several of the cottages, which they agreed were excellent, and the main facilities of meeting or activity room and kitchen/dining area. Then we headed to the pool where they inspected the changing rooms, rarely used due to the proximity of the cottages, and felt the water temperature.

“It’s just the right temperature,” enthused Trish, “Not too cool but refreshing enough. I’d really like a swim now but I didn’t bring my bikini,” she laughed.

“Well, we don’t insist you wear anything in particular in the pool so if you wanted you could go in wearing your underwear, or nothing, for that matter. We’re both broad minded enough and I assume, from what you’ve described of the activities, that you are as well,” I suggested.

They both looked at me to see if I was joking, I guess, then Trish began undressing, removing her top and skimpy bra before we really knew what was happening.

“Am I the only one swimming today?” she asked, looking at us as we ogled her gorgeous breasts.

“Not at all,” I replied, following suit by removing my top, freeing my boobies and noticing that Neil and Brian had bared their chests and were removing their pants while Trish and I slid our skirts and panties to the ground. Four naked bodies hit the water within a couple of seconds of each other and we swam to the far end, where Trish and I rested while the guys continued to swim lengths.

“Tell me, how did the club form?” I asked Trish.

“Well, it really started in school where several of the original members, including me, were in the same dorm. We tried to outdo each other with the lingerie we wore and that extended to swimwear, seeing who could wear the sexiest gear. Of course, for school events we had to wear the uniform one-piece black suits, but over the weekend we could wear what we liked. So, we started designing and sewing increasingly daring bikinis. Sometimes at night we’d even sneak out of the dorm and have moonlight nude swims as well. When we left school, we decided to keep the club going. We discussed it with trusted friends and we brought along boyfriends and partners, some of whom became husbands, and the club grew. The most difficult part was finding a large enough, private facility with management that was bahis firmaları sufficiently broad-minded to allow us to continue our annual weekends. Several of the venues thought that we’d just walk around in bikinis that would hide all the interesting bits, and we’d conduct ourselves with restrained decorum, shall we say.

“However, that’s not how it was, so our applications for further meetings have been declined by each of the venues in turn. Hopefully, you guys will be a lot more lenient, as is evidenced by us chatting together naked in the pool right now. The other thing is that the bikinis and lingerie do not always cover all the naughty bits,” she giggled at the term she used, “And some garments, for want of a better term, are simply a few strings joined together. Other venue managements objected to our approval of swinging and partner swapping, which we feel is a major drawcard as it allows people to make love with someone other than their partner or wife, which we’ve found keeps our love and lovemaking alive and loving. We have a policy that what happens at these gatherings stays at these gatherings.”

“Yes, we’ve noticed the same thing,” I replied as the guys completed another length and started the next, “Just about every weekend we get to join in with the group we have and play with different people. I also get to experiment with various things, taking part in medieval torture sessions, being caned, and ten days ago having my breasts pierced. Neil and I have discussed getting my clit hood pierced as well sometime soon, but I really don’t want to do that yet because I’m enjoying sex too much and don’t want to miss out on that while the piercing heals.”

“Oh, you don’t have to miss out on sex, I had mine done a year or so ago and I was able to have sex right through; you just have to be careful with your positions. Sure, you don’t get much clit stim for the first few weeks, but it’s definitely worth it. I have really hard orgasms now and cum far quicker and more frequently. It’s great.”

The guys arrived alongside us and rested against the wall, panting lightly.

“Awesome pool,” said Brian.

“Yeah, we certainly enjoy it. Swim every day now,” Neil replied.

“So, all good, we just need to sign the contract and we’ll see you Friday evening. The troops don’t arrive until mid-Saturday morning but we like to arrange things a bit first, if that’s Ok with you.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Brian,” replied Neil, “We’d better get out and dry off so we can do the paperwork. You’ve seen the menu we prepared so we’ll have to organize food and we’ll make sure that there’s a cabin set up for you for Friday night.”

I looked at Neil, then Trish and finally Brian. “Um, I was just wondering, you guys could stay in the spare room in our flat if you like. That way we’d be able to accommodate more in the cabins in case that was needed.”

“Actually,” Trish added by way of clarification for Brian, “I think what Mandy means is that if we stayed in the spare room it would be easier for us to switch partners, if, of course, that was mutually agreeable.”

I found my eyes being drawn irresistibly downwards to view Brian’s cock alongside me under the water. He noticed my gaze.

“You can touch it if you wish,” he offered.

I cast a glance at Neil, not so much to seek permission as to wonder how he was taking the situation, then reached downward and clasped Brian’s cock, made smaller by the cool water. Trish swam around to Neil and felt him as well, moving her body against him so her nipples pressed into his chest. This could lead to all sorts of lovely activities this afternoon, I thought, but we really did have work to do, so I released Brian’s cock, gave him a kiss on the lips and boosted myself out of the pool, noticing that his eyes followed my movements, gaining a great view of my shaved pussy as I stood above him. I parted my legs more than was necessary to enhance his view.

We collected our clothes and walked naked to our flat, where we dried before signing the contract, then we gave Brian and Trish a quick tour, pointing out the two bedrooms and resisting the urge to occupy one of those with Brian for the next little while. ‘Patience’, I told myself. They dressed, kissed us goodbye with sexy kisses full of promise, then drove away.

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It was around 8pm when Brian and Trish arrived on Friday night. We greeted them and poured drinks, then sat in the lounge of our flat chatting about things in general. Neil was obviously intrigued about the people in the club, wondering what type of people would be interested in erotic bikinis and lingerie.

“Oh, most of the women work in well-paying jobs, many have quite high qualifications. There are certainly no slugs amongst them. Remember that it started from a group in a boarding school so there had to be some affluence there. I’m a qualified legal secretary, we have doctors, lawyers, accountants, in fact most of the professions are represented. Obviously most of us are still climbing the ladder due to kaçak iddaa our ages, which range from 18 through to 29. It’s an interesting fact that it seems to be the more affluent sector who participate in these types of avant garde activities. Possibly it’s because we have more disposable income, but possibly also it’s due to greater work pressure requiring more, shall we say, exotic means of relaxation,” explained Trish as she slowly and probably unconsciously traced a finger along Neil’s inner thigh as she leaned against him on the sofa. I certainly couldn’t complain as I was doing much the same with Brian.

“Yes,” agreed Neil, “It certainly seems that people in more professional work are more attracted to the mental, psychological and physical stresses and releases afforded by diverse sexually oriented activities. The group we had from the Medieval torture club, who celebrated the last equinox here and who will return in two weeks for the summer solstice, were also all professional people, and they certainly engaged in some activities that would cause a huge amount of all types of stress. Perhaps stressing the body voluntarily assists in dealing with stress that is forced upon you in the workplace.”

“A good theory,” agreed Brian, “Be an interesting scientific study for someone, although I have no idea how that would be researched. Maybe by measuring cortisol levels in a person when they are being tortured voluntarily and when they are in their working environment. I’d really have to think hard on that one.”

“So, you’re in the medical field?” I asked.

“A medical technologist,” he replied, “Operating machinery that provides answers for doctors is probably the easiest way to describe it. Means I get to see some fascinating cases.”

“Yes, you would, I’m sure,” replied Neil, who was now quite distracted by Trish’s more overt arousal attempts. She was no longer simply using a finger, nor was she confining her area of operations to his thigh, just as he was also stroking her upper inner thigh beneath her skirt. I noticed that Brian was watching his wife seduce Neil and I was fascinated and encouraged to see his long bulge beneath the zipper in his trousers.

“Time for a nightcap?” I asked.

We all agreed it was so I poured liqueurs for us all and we toasted each other, wishing ourselves a wonderful weekend and a totally enjoyable night. Then, without any discussion required, I took Brian to my room and Neil took Trish to the spare room.

Once inside, Brian and I locked lips in a sexy, tongue-wrestling kiss as our hands explored each other’s body, sliding beneath clothing, unfastening buttons, unzipping zippers until our clothing literally fell to the floor as we stepped away from each other. Brian’s cock was hard and ready and I could feel girl juices running down my inner thighs.

“Take me, darling,” I whispered in his ear.

He pressed against me so my hard, ringed nipples rubbed against his chest hairs, then walked me backwards until I was against a wall. He then placed his hands under my thighs and lifted, pulling me upwards so that his cock slipped forwards and ended up immediately below my gaping opening. Then, with our lips still locked in a kiss, he lowered me gently so I could feel him sliding into me, inch by inch, until I felt his cock pressing against the end. He held me there for a few seconds, then lifted me again before dropping me once more, letting my weight lengthen my tunnel as he pushed into me. A third lift and drop and he was completely inside me, my clit being squeezed wonderfully by the base of his cock.

We stayed like that for several minutes, my vagina becoming accustomed to his length. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, causing my vagina to pulse also in response. It was as though our sexual organs were communicating in pulses. Then he moved me away from the wall a little and began pulling my hips away from his, then pulling them back, causing his cock to slide back and forth over my clit. Waves of pleasure poured through me and I clasped him hard in response. We kept this up for a few minutes, I’d guess, then it was obvious his arms were tiring, so he carried me in that position to the bed and bent forward, laying me down so my ass was at the edge of the bed. In that position the weight of my upper body was taken on the bed, while he held my thighs and pushed and pulled me so my hips moved back and forth, pounding his cock in and out of my love tunnel and causing my clit to drag along its full length.

I knew I couldn’t take this for long; each thrust and retreat pushed me closer to my release. I’d never been good at holding back and tonight was no exception. In a few minutes I was panting, rolling my head from side to side, and then I heard a scream from the next room as Trish came. That set me off and my scream joined hers, my body trembling and shuddering as Brian held me close so I was deeply impaled on his rigid member.

Once I relaxed he simply withdrew, then instructed me to kneel on all fours on the bed. I did, lowering my kaçak bahis shoulders, pushing my ass in the air and turning my head sideways so I could breathe and see a little of what was happening. The first thing that was happening was when I felt a hand slap my ass cheek, followed immediately by a slap to the other cheek. He looked into my eyes.

“You like that?” he asked.

Did I like that, I wondered? The initial sting followed by a sexy feeling. I guessed I did, so I nodded. He slapped me twice more on each cheek, then he knelt behind me and eased his cock back where it belonged. He then began slow fucking me, slowly in until he was completely engulfed, then slowly out again, then two slaps, one of each cheek, then repeat the process. I lost count of the slaps. Interestingly I found myself waiting for them wanting them sooner, faster, harder, but he kept them slow and deliberate. The stimulation to my clit was minimal and my breasts were just hanging in mid-air, so nothing there. If I was to cum, it would be vaginal all the way. I hadn’t realized how dependent I’d become on other areas of stimulation.

Gradually I felt the tell-tale feelings of a pending orgasm; the tightening of my muscles, increase in breathing rate, a warmth all over, loss of sense of time and self as pulses of electric sex ran through my body and seemed to accumulate in my brain. I found my hips were moving, seeking greater stimulation punctuated by sharp stinging from each slap on my ass. Then he thrust into me hard and I felt the wonderful feeling of his hot cum plastering itself over the end of my love tunnel. It made a bee-line to my brain and I screamed as waves of orgasm washed over me again. I felt my body tense and shudder beneath Brian as he began thrusting into me hard, pushing me further, increasing my own sensations until I reached a second peak, then I gradually came back to earth and we rolled ont our sides, Brian’s cock still deeply embedded inside me.

Brian cuddled against my back, gently stroking my upper breast without touching the nipple ring and tender nipple. Our breathing slowed as we relaxed with each other and drifted off to sleep. We awoke shortly afterwards and used the bathroom then turned off the light before cuddling and falling asleep for the night.

Saturday morning dawned fine and clear, important for the outdoor activities that the group obviously enjoyed. We made love again, Brian bringing me another satisfying orgasm while holding himself back, explaining that there was a lot of weekend and many gorgeous young women to consider. I had the feeling that I would need to find another partner for tonight, but put that thought from my mind as I enjoyed his comforting caresses before we both rose, showered together, dressed and went to breakfast, arriving a few minutes before Neil and Trish. We greeted our partners and talked briefly about the previous evening, then began preparing things for the day.

The first of the visitors arrived soon after 9am, followed closely by a stream of couples arriving shortly afterwards. I was responsible for directing them to their cabins while Neil oversaw the general organization and our staff prepared refreshments and a buffet lunch, to be eaten before the competition began at 2pm.

By midday Trish told me that everyone who had booked was here then she gathered them all into the main hall and welcomed them before outlining the program for the rest of the day.

“As usual,” she announced, after words of welcome and introducing Neil and me, “The lingerie competition will be held before the bikini competition because then you can stay in the pool as long as you wish. You’ll be pleased to hear that nudity and public sex are perfectly acceptable to the management, who are more likely to join us rather than ban us. That presumably goes for the staff as well,” she looked at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly. I nodded in agreement. She continued. “So, the three sections of lingerie will be judged first, the everyday wear, then the wedding wear and finally the nightwear, starting at 1, 1.30 and 2 respectively. After that there will be a short refreshment break before the bikini section competitions begin, the standard section at 3pm, followed by the daring section at 3.30 and the almost nude section at 4pm. As we have access to a large pool, each section will include a dive into the pool with points awarded for how well your bikini creations remain in place. After the almost nude judging, your time is your own. You will notice that there are many padded benches scattered around the area, these are seats or beds where you can spend time getting to know people a lot better, if you get my drift. Mandy tells me they are very comfortable to make love on.” Trish grinned at me over the heads of the visitors. “Judging will, as usual, be carried out by all the males who choose to do any judging. You may judge as many or as few as you wish and can collect your judging cards from the table at the back of the room. Being a lovely day, the competition will be held outside so make sure you use sun protection if required. Good luck everyone. There will be drinks from 5pm and dinner will start at 7pm. There is no theme for dinner dress so wear as much or as little as you wish.”

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The Copier Room

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Copyright 2012 © Michele Christie
Published by Michele Christie
ISBN 978-1-909512-14-6
(4000 words)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

This story contains explicit acts between consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

I had been in my new job five weeks now and was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. It wasn’t so much the job as the effect that one of my workmates was having on me. I had noticed Zak not long after I had joined the company, his blond good looks, his self assured swagger, the way he held my eye just a little longer than was necessary. I found myself taking more care over my appearance and smiling to myself whenever I thought of him. I actually started wearing matching sexy underwear and swapped from tights to stockings, my heels just a little higher, my skirts just a little tighter and my lipstick a shade more scarlet. I had found myself inventing excuses to pass his desk or meet at the water cooler. And I knew I was having a similar effect on him. I would catch him watching me and I would give him a small secret smile and carry on my way. The air had crackled between us as we had danced around each other, relishing the heightened sense of awareness that our mutual attraction brought. I told myself that I wasn’t looking for anything to come of it, after all I was married to a great guy Ed and anyway, office gossip had told me, that Zak too had a girlfriend. But I loved the way it made me feel, the spring in my step, I felt alive and sexy in a way that Ed had never made me feel. It was the usual cliché.

And then I got the first text, telling me that he wanted me, not signed and from a number that I did not recognise but I knew it was from Zak and I flushed immediately. I had glanced in his direction, caught his eye, he gave an imperceptible nod and I had admired his cool assurance. I redoubled my efforts at that point, working out even harder at the gym, every step I indulged myself with thoughts of Zak, imagining his strong hands on my body, his lips pressed to mine. He was good at controlling his emotions, our only contact our eyes, lingering and smouldering in our secret. The texts continued, slowly gathering pace, I rushed to check my inbox at every opportunity, never replying, just letting the words affect my body in the most delightful way. This was an affair of the mind; in no way did I feel unfaithful to Ed. After all Zak and I hadn’t done anything, but dangerously, I had started to consider what would happen next, would I go to the next level? Would I risk hurting my husband? Would I sleep with Zak? Every fibre of my body was screaming “Yes!”

I had felt myself spiralling into a dream world where Zak and I made mad passionate love; my body had never felt so tingly, so on edge, so desperate for satisfaction. He was like a drug; the craving was so great and so consuming. And as I grappled with these physical feelings, my raw emotions ranged over what would happen if I gave in and tasted the forbidden fruit. And all through this, Zak was careful to only speak to me on work matters, never verbally acknowledging our text liaison, which only served to increase the frisson of desire sparked within me. I was grateful for his discretion. Every small gesture, his hand brushing mine whilst passing me a document, the lingering looks, knowing smiles all bound me to him. I indulged in noticing everything about him, the hairs on his arms, the line of his jaw; the way his hair grew at the nape of his neck, his fingernails; no detail escaped my desirous gaze. Many a time I resisted the urge to reach across and actually touch him. I was constantly aware of him, always knowing exactly where he was in the open plan office space. I had no need to look, I could smell him, sense him, feel him. It was a heady feeling and I was completely intoxicated. I was certainly committed to playing the game, to following his lead and being led slowly and gently and deliciously to the eventual conclusion.

And he played the game so well, with such finesse and intimate knowledge of the female psyche, there was no pressure or inappropriateness, no rushing, just pure tantalisation. No lewd suggestions, just a gentle caress of erotic words conjuring images that I wanted to be part of. I wanted to strip myself bare, physically, mentally, spiritually, to open my being, my soul, my body. I wanted to completely surrender myself to this man, to the idea of this man. In moments of lucidity I was well aware that I did not know him at all, I had never had a personal conversation with him, I did not know what he liked to eat or drink, his hobbies, his dreams; all I did know was that I wanted him to possess me and me to possess him. And on and on his texts sucked me into his web of erotic desire and then, mysteriously, they stopped. Just illegal bahis stopped dead! I kept checking my inbox feverishly and frantically. My desire was at an all time peak and no fix of my favourite drug was forthcoming. I kept glancing at Zak, looking for some clue as to this new turn of events but his behaviour had not changed, he was not going to give me any hint of his thoughts. My whole body was like an over strung guitar, taut, stretched tight. I struggled to go about my work, and as the days passed with still no further word, everything started to feel unreal. I wondered was this part of the game or had he grown tired. Perhaps I should have answered his messages but his correspondence had not demanded a response, I began to panic. Was this it? Should I say something? No! Wait and see?

None of this was lost on Ed, he was constantly asking me what was wrong. What was happening at work? Why was I so distracted? Naturally I could not share any of this with him and I explained away my preoccupation as being caused by the stress of settling into my new job. He didn’t look convinced and as I was not inclined to sleep with him since I had given in to my erotic thoughts of Zak, I am sure he was doubly hurt by my behaviour. I was acutely aware of the risks I was taking and the potential ruination of my marriage but I had hit the self destruct button and I was not inclined to try and cram the genie back into the bottle. And so I felt my world imploding around me. I had distanced myself from my husband and now I also seemed to have lost Zak. I felt forlorn, confused and strangely bereft for something I had never even had. My work too was suffering; I had stupidly allowed this strange affair to completely dominate me, my every waking thought, my dreams, my hopes and aspirations had become subsumed by a sexual desire so strong and nerve tingling that at times I could hardly breathe for the sheer power of it. Perhaps Zak was right; perhaps it was time to stop.

And so I tried, I tried very hard to re normalise my life again but it was very difficult, something in me was awakened and I was loathe to put it back to sleep. I liked how it felt. I liked the sharpness and lightness of being that it imbued. I liked to feel that I was sexy and desired. I liked how bright the colours were around me, I liked the feelings of passion in my soul. I liked how my body felt when I ran my hands over its firm rounded outline, imagining Zak’s hands following the same path. I felt that for the first time that I just really liked being me. And then as I struggled with these myriad thoughts, out of the blue, I received another text, throwing me once again into turmoil. “I do want you!”

My heart had leapt as I tentatively read it and with a sudden rush I felt I understood the hiatus, a chance to be sure, to commit to going forward or retreat to the safety of my marriage. I knew that I had no choice; I was going forward, carried along on the crest of a wave of unstoppable, pure desirous passion. I decided to send a reply, I wanted Zak to be sure of my intention to proceed, I wanted no misunderstandings, no missed opportunity. And so I replied, “Yes!” just that one small word to convey a depth of meaning that I was powerless in the face of. I held my breath as I hit the send button, completely aware of the enormity of the gesture and then I waited, my breath coming in small gasps, bright shards of light flashing in my eyes, hands clenched together. I didn’t have to wait long, my inbox vibrated; I savoured the moment before reading the message and then hit the view button. “After work tonight, photocopier room, keep your back to the door and don’t look around.”

This was it. The rest of the afternoon was a write off, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t sit still, my hands were shaking but not once did I consider not going through with it. Ed would sometimes pick me up from work but today he was away on business and so the coast was clear. As the work day drew to a close and my colleagues drifted off home, I was left alone in the office. Zak too had made a show of packing his brief case and saying his goodbyes, just nodding in my direction; I admired his coolness and was pleased that he had thought to avoid suspicion and awkward questions.

It was time; trembling, I made my way to the photocopier room. It was small and brightly lit; I turned off the light, leaving the door ajar. The main office lights provided enough illumination of the copier and the shelves beyond. I approached the machine, keeping my back to the door and placed my hands on the top of it. My palms were sweating; I quickly rubbed them together and once again placed them flat on the top of the copier. And then with ragged breath I waited, my ears straining for the sound of Zak returning. My body was ready, I felt wanton and debauched, ready to do everything and anything to gain satisfaction. My nipples strained at the silk of my bra as I thrust my breasts forward, my buttocks were pert and well displayed in my tight skirt, my legs long and shapely. And I was wet, oh so wet. illegal bahis siteleri My heart was hammering in my chest, the pulsation echoing throughout my engorged body. I felt like a whore, a harlot and I was revelling in these sensations. And then, quietly, ever so quietly I heard the swish of the door, I resisted the mounting urge to turn and watch Zak come through the door, focussing instead on calming my wildly beating heart. And then, his soft footfall right behind me, moving quickly. He took me by surprise, his breath right on my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper, “Stay as you are, do not turn around.” I felt him behind me, my aura bristling at the closeness but he had not touched me. “Close your eyes.” He commanded and I obeyed as he deftly blindfolded me with a soft enveloping cloth. I opened my eyes but he had been thorough and I could not see even a chink of light through the dense fabric. I maintained my position, breathing heavily with anticipation. Zak started to undo the buttons on my blouse but seemingly taking care not to touch me in any other way. I was desperate to feel his hands on my skin but he was clearly going to tease me. With all the buttons undone he slipped the blouse off and in one swift movement he had unhooked my bra, exposing my aching swollen breasts to his gaze. I gasped, a sharp inhalation of breath but still he did not touch me. I slipped the bra down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Then he was unzipping my tight skirt and shimmying it down over my hips, followed by my skimpy thong; when they fell to the floor, I stepped out of them and I heard him kick them to the side of the room. The cool air was caressing my body, cooling my burning skin. I imagined Zak’s eyes upon me, feasting on my naked flesh but I maintained my pose, arms forward on the copier, buttocks pushed up and back, breasts hanging free with large, erect, expectant nipples. I was stark naked except for my stockings and heels but clothed in anticipation. I strained my ears to hear what Zak was doing but he was quiet. I could feel him there in the small space with me; I could just discern his steady breathing. I shifted slightly, the position becoming a little uncomfortable and my impatience grew for what was to come. Unexpectedly my ears were assailed with the whirr and click of a camera; he was taking pictures of me! My mind raced, was this a good idea? But my desire overcame my reasoned mind and I found myself posing in the way I had seen women posing in porn magazines. I sensed a movement of air and standing stock still, I listened carefully but I heard nothing more and sensed that he had gone. I did not dare to move immediately but my disappointment mounted and I finally had to admit that Zak had left me alone. I had pulled off the blindfold, my cheeks burning with indignation and unresolved need. I retrieved my clothes from where he had kicked them and was shocked to see that an hour had passed. My mind was racing at this turn of events, my body was aching with having kept my pose and throbbing with a deep desire but I had no choice, I now felt vulnerable and exposed, so I had hastily dressed, bagged the blindfold and fled the office.

I was grateful that Ed was away so I would not have to hide or explain my consternation and had spent the night tossing and turning, sleeping fitfully, drifting in and out of nightmarish dreams of a masked lover interspersed with strong flashes of a camera bulb and images of the laughing faces of my colleagues. I felt and looked rough as I went to work the next morning. This heightened and prolonged sexual desire was taking its toll and I knew I was close to breaking point but at the same time I had never felt so alive, I had never heard the birds sing so sweetly or felt the warmth of the sun on my body in such a sensual way. It was heady and addictive and I was not ready to quit.

I felt my phone vibrate as soon as I arrived at the office. I pressed the view button with clammy hands. There were pictures, pictures of me from the previous evening, pictures of a wanton whore, thrusting her buttocks upwards and outwards, head thrown back, breasts pushing out, nipples large and erect. My hand flew to my mouth. What had I expected? I knew Zak had photographed me but to see the result so graphically displayed and to see my desire so clearly defined. Immediately I was wet, which surprised me, as I thought I would be outraged but on the contrary I wanted him, I wanted him so very badly. And the message beneath caused my breath quicken and my guts to contract with expectation. “Same time, same place, same pose, blindfold on and naked.”

Zak was giving nothing away, apart from a small wink when I passed him in the corridor, and I had kept my distance from him, relishing our secret and wishing the day away. And then it was time. Once again I was alone in the office, I waited to be sure the coast was clear and then I made my way to the copier room. I double checked that I was indeed alone and stripped off down to my stockings and heels as before. I pulled the blindfold down over my canlı bahis siteleri eyes and contemplated leaving a small gap to allow me to see Zak but decided against it, the game was delicious and I was utterly surrendered to it. I placed my hands on the photocopier and waited, shifting from foot to foot and feeling the coolness of the air conditioning on my warm skin. I did not have to wait long, I could feel him rather than hear him as he entered the room and I held my breath. I could hear him fumbling with what sounded like a belt buckle and I prayed that satisfaction would be forthcoming. The rustle of fabric and zip as he dropped his trousers to the ground, a small groan demonstrating his matching desire, more rustling which I imagined was him removing the rest of his clothing. As each second passed my mouth grew drier and then I felt him, the first touch, his cock nudging gently between my buttocks. I involuntarily pushed back to feel him more, I felt the heat emanating from it, I felt the size and soft virile hardness of it, I wanted him to just push forward and enter me but he had other plans. Having allowed me that brief teasing contact he moved away. Then his hands were on me, cupping my breasts and teasing my engorged nipples and I gave myself up to the sensations, I was an addict having my fix and it felt so good. I maintained my pose as his hands ranged down over my body, examining me as though I was a prized brood mare. The flare of my buttocks, the curve of my spine, the weight of my breasts. He felt down my legs rolling the stockings as he went, digging his thumbs into the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. He avoided my hot wet place that craved his touch most. I thought I was in heaven, I was possessed, nothing else mattered, everything had melted away, I was his. He swung me around and pushed me back against the copier which creaked its protest, pressing up against me his hands cupped my breasts, his tongue insinuating into my mouth, his cock hard between us, jutting onto my abdomen. He was everywhere.

I lifted my hands and started to feel the hard muscle of his taut body, the muscular definition, the sweep of his back; I grasped his buttocks and squeezed him to me. I responded to his questing tongue, I licked him, I nipped him. The blindfold heightened everything, the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. I was a Goddess, I felt ten feet tall. His urgency had risen, I felt him lean past me and lift the copier lid and then he had grasped my body and lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of it. He must have hit the copy button as the machine fired into action but I hardly noticed so lost was I in the scenario. He roughly pushed my legs apart; then he was between them, his erection pushing gently but insistently. I leant back against the wall pushing my hips forward to allow him entry, careful not to over tip the copier. He was in; I nearly swooned with the intense pleasure, the culmination of weeks of longing. He paused, buried deep inside me, throbbing and hot, his breath deep and even, his muscles tense and bulging. He leant forward and latched his lips onto my sensitive nipples, flicking them with his tongue whipping me into an even higher frenzy. My body was convulsing, clenching and unclenching. He must have sensed my need for he started to move in and out, slowly at first but gathering pace, lead by my rhythm and urgency. I braced myself on the copier, meeting his thrusts, my satisfaction imminent. I started to come, weeks of frustration concentrated into that moment, I abandoned myself to it, allowed it to wash over me, it shook me to my core. And then I leant forward and grasped his muscular arse, forcing him into me even deeper as he too came, pumping into me with quick short breaths.

I fell back against the wall to rest, I was exhausted, I was sated, I was ecstatic. Zak grew limp and I was vaguely aware of him moving away from me. I remained blindfolded, too weak to move from my awkward position. Evidence of our coupling smeared on the glass of the copier. My breath had slowly normalised. The feeling had returned to my numb limbs. And then the silence save for the buzz of the office strip lights, bringing me back to reality; focussing my mind once again on the present. Had Zak left? I tore off the blind fold, I was alone. I slid down from the copier taking care as my legs were wobbly and gathered my clothes. I went home in a daze, stinking of sex and sweat and stale perfume, refusing to think about what I had just done and what it would all mean. I was satisfied, the aching longing had been soothed, reality was starting to reassert itself. I straightened my clothes, tidied my hair and prepared to see Ed who would be home from his trip. I let myself in; Ed was in the shower, his bag thrown casually in the hall. I felt a stab of guilt but quickly pushed it aside and busied myself with preparing supper. I dashed into the shower as soon as Ed had finished, scrubbing hard to wash away all evidence of my debauched activities. For the first time in weeks I had slept soundly and woke refreshed with a renewed enthusiasm and sense of purpose. But then the realisation of what I had done gripped my stomach and I felt physically sick. I wondered about Zak, would he expect more? Would I want more? Could I keep all this from Ed?

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The Confidence of Summer

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I have been pretty stressed out lately. I recently took over the managerial position at my office, which entails quite a bit of extra work, from running the day to day operations to managing the overall staffing of our relatively small tech consulting firm. But, while this promotion came with a modest raise and my own office, I have been pretty worried lately that my newfound stresses outweigh the benefits. The last manager, Josh, left abruptly after finding a better opportunity across town, and while I’m hoping to someday follow his lead, for now I am here to keep this place afloat. Even though I miss him, Josh didn’t exactly leave us standing steady on our own two feet. For example, one of the last programs Josh instituted before his departure was a seasonal internship, to be filled seasonally in order to help us keep the odd jobs that periodically crop up around the shop under control. Unfortunately, in his haste to leave, Josh filled the position immediately after announcing his departure, and he did so without much of what you would call due diligence. The intern he selected was a very young, and very attractive girl named Summer.

Summer was a unique employee. She didn’t produce particularly phenomenal work when completing the tasks assigned to her but, she was very eager and she did everything asked of her without question. Summer carried around with her an air that lent the suggestion that she knew she could do better, but that she could just never find it within herself to muster up just how exactly to do so. All that being said, she did have an honest personality that resonated good will even if she wasn’t always up to the task at hand. Just the same, she did work all around the office, and she often found herself delegated back up to me in the office to keep her occupied. As such, we worked closely together for most of the year and I often found myself relying on Summer to take care of loose ends for me as I attempted to get a handle on my new position in the company. I cannot say, however, that I always treated her fairly.

Summer knew that I was stressed out. I had unnecessarily snapped at her in the past over some slight infraction or menial oversight, but she always responded positively, seeking to please. Summer had repeatedly offered to take on other projects around the office in a transparent though thoroughly endearing attempt to earn my praise as her supervisor, despite the occasional rebuff from my end when something when awry. These circumstances along with my continual distraction with everyday stressors is what prevented me from investing a fair amount of time into teaching her. Furthermore, when the stresses of the office began to weigh me down, Summer would go out of her way to try and cheer me up by bringing me coffee, or otherwise attempting to buoy my moods. Unfortunately, over time, work seemed to damper Summer’s usual bubbly nature and she gradually shifted to adopt a more somber and beaten nature.

I will tell you though that for everything Summer might have lacked in her work performance, she made up for with her presence around the office. Summer was delightfully short, just barely over 5 feet tall, though she always seemed a touch taller because the wide variety of tasteful heels that she wore lent the impression of increased height. Her shoulder length blonde hair was nearly always pulled taut into a neat pony-tail that would cascade into a river of perfumed and curling locks. Her blonde bangs framed a beautiful face with a small nose, full pink lips, and a pair of oversized and thick rimmed glasses that surrounded very kind and exquisite blue eyes. Summer’s tight frame was accentuated by a spectacular pair of generously ample tits that were never quite visible beneath her blouses, except for the occasional suggestion of a lace brassiere. Her slender waist gave way to a firm and tight ass that seemed suspended against all odds atop a pair of toned and magnificent legs. Summer also had a penchant for lace tights, sometimes patterned, sometimes not, that rose from her ever-present high-heels to end somewhere beneath a tight and fitting skirt. She was a vision.

I spotted her running one morning, along the main street between our office and the neighborhood where I knew she lived. She was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a purple sports bra, stopped at the corner, bent over and heaving under heavy breath, hands on her knees. She stood as I drove past, back straight, breasts pushed outward, hair swinging gently behind her. Though she didn’t always seem to understand the extent of her beauty, never mind the effect it had on those around her, Summer did know how to dress attractively, but sometimes with an apparent aim toward understated modesty. Though she was obviously beautiful, the nature of our acquaintance and our contrasting roles in the office prevented me from ever really considering Summer as anything other than an employee.

So it was that one day after finishing yet another stressful and confrontational call with a dissatisfied client I heard a light rap on my office bahis firmaları door. It was already well past 5:00, but I heard the door creak open and Summer’s light voice ask, “Everything okay?”

I responded gruffly, not noticing Summer standing before me, still distracted by the mess of papers on my desk. She continued, “Are you sure you’re okay? That call sounded kinda rough.”

“Go home Summer. It’s getting late and you shouldn’t be here worrying about me and my problems,” I responded, exasperated.

She hesitated at the door and blurted the words, “I wish there was more that I could do to help you. You are always so stressed.”

It was now that I really saw this gorgeous woman standing in my office, heels together and arms straight down to her side, hands balled in soft fists. She wore a white sleeveless satin blouse that concealed the suggestion of a lacy strap on her shoulder sneaking out from underneath the garment. The blouse was tucked into a short and flowing fluted black skirt that descended almost halfway down her legs, covering the tops of her lightly patterned tights. She looked down and to her side, again disappointed in my attitude toward her, and wearing an expression of unfulfilled approval.

She looked up at me from across the room and she saw me stumble on my words as I apologized to her, humbled momentarily by her beauty. “I’m sorry, Summer. You… you have been doing a great job. I’m just struggling with this nightmare.”

“I know you are,” she said, her hands down and folded together in front of her now, her one shoe burrowing and pivoting on its toe behind her. As she looked up she saw me still stunned at the sight of her, standing in the golden afternoon light that slipped through the blinds of the window and landed on her delicate skin. She shyly crept across the office, eyes cast down and smiling, stopping inches from me with her hands pursed together against her chest and her feet crossed.

With a squeak she suggested, “I think I can help you, if you want…” The moment hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. She inched closer gently, almost imperceptibly, and seemed to be bracing for another curt dismissal when I stuttered with astonishment. I looked down upon the vision of a stunning woman gazing back up at me with expectant eyes and managed to respond weakly, “I guess, I mean…”

Now she took a step toward me and placed her hands flat against my chest, and looking up at me with her sky blue eyes she bit her lower lip. I could feel her flowery perfume surround me as she stared up longingly. A stray curl of golden hair crossed the frame the glasses resting on her pinkened and youthful cheeks, glowing and supple in the evening’s sunlight cast upon her face. Broken by her girlish seduction, I relented and pushed the lock of hair from her eyes. Now, she blinked and smiled broadly, then looking down in apparent satisfaction at our new circumstances. As she stepped slightly forward, nearer to me, I placed my arm into the small of her back, pulled her off-balance and pressed her body into mine. She whispered with palpable relief, “Oh, I’d hoped so,” as she pressed her breasts against my chest, looking up into my eyes. Summer turned her attention down to the top button of her white satin top, and as her delicate fingers released the button from its hole she remarked liltingly, “But, you’re the boss and I’m just here help you.”

I grasped her across her hips and we turned. I pressed her back against the edge of my desk, overtaken and startled with myself by my sudden reaction. Her ass just barely crested the desk’s edge as she stumbled back on her black heels. I watched as she finished undoing her blouse, and as she finished, the silky shirt lay open and beneath were exposed her pert breasts still clad in a delicate and thin white lace bra. A small pink bow rested in the center between two lace cups through which could be seen large, soft, pink nipples, not yet teased tight. The flesh of her breasts strained against the top of the bra as I cupped her springy tits in my hands, her hands now lightly tugging at my tucked in shirt. Her hands slid up my chest under my shirt and then down my back.

I slid my fingers into her hair beneath the tightly held ponytail of blonde curls and pulled her mouth to mine. She kissed deeply, with swirling tongue and playful biting. Light and careless moans of excitement seemed to escape from her without her notice. Then, she broke from the kiss and looked back at me playfully. She seemed to have a plan now, as if she had thought her way past this point before. Her eyes cast downward to follow the work her small and soft hands set to do as they worked to release my belt.

“I have a lot to learn about working here,” she cooed as she threw the belt open and undid my zipper, “but maybe now I can get you to spend some time working with me”. Her hand pressed and rubbed my growing bulge as she looked back up at me. Her hand slowly reached deeper into my pants and she cupped my balls as she pressed her breasts into my chest and craned kaçak iddaa her neck up towards me and asked, “Will you teach me?”

At a total loss for words, I could only respond by pulling her in for another deep and sensual kiss. Our hands caressed and explored each-others bodies, our tongues danced and tasted each-other, our breathing deepened and became heavy. Now, Summer broke our embrace and stepped back. Wordlessly she shed the unbuttoned blouse to the floor from her bare and elegant shoulders. She looked me up and down and then crossed her hands across her chest, pressing her breasts closer together and threatening to explode them from their lacy confines. She playfully pointed one finger at the corner of her mouth, and wondered aloud, “What should my first lesson be?”

Acting on instinct, I reached down and released my fully erect phallus from beneath my underwear and stood expectantly. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open with a large smile of delight as my cock sprang into view. She stepped forward toward me and grasped my cock with both hands lowering herself to her knees inspecting my manhood, still clasping my penis and stroking it gently. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she whispered, almost to herself.

As she released my dick, she placed her hands flat on the ground in front of her and sat on her knees before my twitching penis. I slipped my fingers beneath the hair at the back of her head and with my other hand I gently tapped her cheek with my stiffened manhood. Her expression changed to one of expectation as I dragged my member across her soft cheeks and lips, her eyes peeked up at me as she parted her lips and placed small kisses at the base of my glans. The delightfully gentle caresses of her pursed lips against my shaft stirred a pressure in me that required action. A coy look of apprehension and unfulfilled but pending delight passed her face as I gripped her chin and lightly squeezed her mouth open.

Now, together, I moved my shaft toward her face as she eagerly enveloped me, producing a muffled moan of sated desire from her cock-filled mouth. Her hands reached behind me and tugged at my already loosened belt as she held the tip of my cock in her mouth and swirled her delicate tongue around its tip and base. Sensing my desire for more as I gently pressed my dick forward into her, she cocked her head and slowly thrust her throat onto the entirety of my swollen dick over and over again. I felt the depth of her mouth warmly glide over my shaft as her hands pulled on the back of my thighs. I could scarcely imagine a more erotic sight than her blinking blue eyes gazing upwards at my pained and pleasurable expressions, as she plunged her mouth over me and danced her tongue along my length. Here, now, her eyes looked up longingly, as if begging for forgiveness, as she deeply and completely consumed my throbbing penis, holding it in her throat for as long as she could stand. A low and sensuous moan filled the air as she slowly drew herself from me. As she released herself from my swell, she caught her breath and cleaned her lip with a stroke of her finger.

Oh, those eyes. Her innocent gaze seemed to stop time as those seas of azure blue blinked and rose toward me, finding her feet again in front of me. I found myself questioning reality as this delicate expression of female beauty stood before me again. What unreal chain of events unfolded themselves in conspiracy to transform this otherwise seemingly meek and gentle girl into a desirous and lustful, sensual woman?

Enough questions. I lifted Summer by the waist and dropped her sitting on the edge of the desk in front of me. A light squeal of delight was followed be a series of girlish giggles as I pressed her breasts up and out of the confines of her bra. Her soft and conical nipples hardened under the attention of my tongue and teeth. She looked down upon my attentions, chin to chest as I suckled and teased each breast in turn. My kisses climbed Summer’s now craning neck as she reached behind her back and unclasped her girlish white, bow frocked bra. Her tits sank and sprang outward, quivering into their natural position, the slightest movement of her back propagating into a delightful jiggle in her nipples. Summer placed her straight arms over my shoulders and gently rocked her chest, shaking her incredible tits in front of me, asking, “Do you like them?”

Without a word, I pushed Summer to her back across my cluttered desk and watched her breasts flatten and shake delightfully. Her golden pony tail laid scattered across the desk above her as she raised her hand to her mouth and began to lightly bite her fingernail. Summer drew her knees up, and as she did I pressed her stocking-clad thighs to her chest and for the first time saw the exposed porcelain skin of Summer’s behind, previously hidden behind that short and tantalizing black skirt.

As Summer lay supine on my desk, knees drawn to her breast, I could sense her anticipation as I caressed her cheeks between the laced stocking top and a pair of simple white panties, kaçak bahis again hemmed with small pink bows across the upper band. As I slid my fingers between the hem of her panties and the cheek of her ass, Summer very slightly parted her legs as she slid her free hand down her belly and inside the upper hem behind the ring of pink bows. Her heel-clad ankle found purchase on my shoulder as I examined the wet softness in the center of her damp cotton underwear. As I peeled the soft cotton to the side I found a glistening patch of wetness crowned by a very dainty and well maintained tuft of pubic hair. Summer now seemed to unconsciously shift her hips toward the edge of my desk as she further spread her legs to allow for my continued exploration. A light giggle erupted from Summer as I straightened her legs upwards and peeled the delicate white panties from her and lifted them up and over her black high-heels.

As I again split her legs, a plaintiff and beckoning moan rose from Summer when she felt my kisses descend her inner thigh toward the sweet secret she had hidden below. As I approached, ever closer, I felt Summer’s fingers begin to urge my head deeper toward her treasure, until I finally planted a soft kiss at the apex of her gathering folds. Now Summer’s legs laid fully open and her hands caressed her entire body, moving from her pubic mound, up to a pinch of her nipple, before again moving to guide my head deeper into her ever-wettening vagina. As my tongue split her folds and explored the many creases of her pussy, my fingers began to probe and split her labia. More and more I tested the tight depths of her vagina with my fingers as my lips and tongue began to stir and swirl nearer and nearer to Summer’s hardening and longing clit. Summer writhed in ecstasy on the edge of my desk as I tongued and fingered her luscious cunt until her heaving and reddened chest arched upward and she released a squeal of delight that shuddered through her body and careened from a high pitch to a low groan.

Summer sat up from the edge of the desk and straightened her disheveled skirt, pulling it down and flattening it with her hands. She seemed disoriented as she caught her breath and fiddled with her pony tail. “That,” she uttered. “I’m not sure I deserved all that.” As I caught my breath, Summer stood and turned, facing away from me. I saw her naked back arched and erect, and as she looked back at me with her lips slightly parted she cast a doe-eyed glance over her shoulder, and her now slightly mussed pony tail flipped across her back. Summer leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the desk, still looking back but now with a more pleading expression. As I stepped forward, Summer arched her back downward and craned her neck upwards, presenting her now naked ass underneath the pleats of her still intact black dress. Her toned cheeks curved up and hovered over the high fringe of her lacy leggings and peeking out between her slightly spread legs was the exposed the slit of her quivering quim.

Before I have a chance to step forward and take control of her hips, Summer pleaded with me, “Am I helping you now?” Somewhat taken aback, I hesitated, “Yes, Summer, I feel better.” Summer slightly swayed her hips at me and as she did so the fringe of her dress swayed back and forth.

“I am so sorry that I haven’t been as helpful as you would like. I can do better. Please. Please make me into a good girl,” she cooed over her shoulder at me.

Now I knew how to proceed. I walked up immediately behind Summer and lifted the black dress up over her hips, exposing her naked, wet, reddened pussy. Her lace stockings still clung to her legs and her ass swayed back and forth ever so gently in front of me. Summer was beckoning me to finally mete out the punishment that she felt she deserved. I slapped Summer’s firm cheek loudly and clutched the meat tightly in my hand as her head snapped back startled, pony tail bouncing in kind. As I inched forward, I slapped her ass again, a red patch appearing on her cheek. Her ass shook gently as Summer let out a high peep. Another step closer and now as my cock is brushing against her longing pussy I deliver one more hearty slap to this magnificent ass. I clutch her cheek tightly and place the head of my cock against the wet folds of Summer’s delicious hole. I can feel Summer buzzing with the anticipation of my penetration as I reach forward and take a handful of her bountiful golden ponytail.

As I pull her hair back, I press myself into her, sliding fully into the moist embrace of her compact but compliant slot. A light gasp is accompanied by a panting moan as I enter deeply into her tight snatch, stretching and thrusting harder into her glorious tightness. Her firm tits shudder rhythmically as I pound myself deeper and deeper into her. Summer is rapt now, moaning and giggling as I pull her hair back harder with each thrust, my other hand finding its way to her delicate and thin throat to help force her opening more fully onto my throbbing rod. As the thrusting forces me deeper and deeper into her, Summer eventually collapsed forward onto the desk, her tits pressed against the scattered papers as she submitted her body to me, bouncing in time to the thrusts of my cock driving into her dripping pussy.

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Terri’s Acute Angles

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How an adult college student earned a passing grade

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Damn! Damn! Damn! Terri thought as she hurried down the corridor towards his the faculty offices. I knew that this class was going to be hard, why did I take it? I could have taken music appreciation but no, not miss I love math; not me; I had to take a math class. Now my scholarship is flying out the window because I wanted to show off!

Well, maybe this isn’t as bad as I think. It might not be my about grades,. The note simply said, “Come to my office to discuss your progress.” That could mean anything right?

In her heart she and the pit of her now churning stomach knew better. She wasn’t doing well with the work and she hadn’t asked for help though he had noted that opportunity a couple of times on her papers. This was to be the ass chewing she deserved for her laziness.

Wait a minute – she slowed her pace – maybe an ass chewing (or something less painful like a little dick sucking) could be arranged instead of a failing grade. She thought he smiled at her a little differently than he did everyone else. Of course that could have been her projecting her feelings on him.

Since the beginning she liked the way he ran the class and even though he was strict with his assignments she got the impression he was fair and kind. He carried himself in a confident way that said he knew what was going on all the time. Could be seduced? Quickly she ducked into the ladies room to take a last minute inventory.

The mirror reflected a body to be proud of, curvaceous and well proportioned with a tight ass and large breasts. She brushed her hair and fixed her pale pink lipstick, rearranged her white blouse and plaid skirt, then turned sideways to check out her profile.

Chest out – show off the twins – she thought. Her ass and legs looked great too. The skirt hugged her trim waist, draped teasingly across her butt and sopped about three inches above the knee. Her white stockings accentuated her long well toned legs and shapely calves.

She paused again recognizing the choice of what she now recognized as a classic schoolgirl outfit might have been a subconscious nod to this idea to begin with. Her usual school clothes were jeans and a comfortable blouse. Heck she was even wearing her black Mary Janes instead of white anklets and sneakers.

“Yep, I look good”, she said out loud. “But do I look good enough and not like a slut? Too late now Terri, onward and upward… or downward; might as well go all the way.”

Reaching under her skirt she slipped her tiny panties off, shivering as the cool air made her warm shaved pussy tingle. As she put the panties into her book-bag she noticed that they were a little damp in anticipation of her mission to seduce and smiled. Stepping back from the mirror she raised her skirt and she slowly reached down to stroke her bare pussy.

“I’m wet already,” she said to softly. “All he’ll have to do is look at me and my legs will fly open.” No! No! Control yourself she thought, you want to control him not the other way around.

Dropping her skirt she reached for her bag. Glancing in the mirror she saw the full outline of her tits under the lace blouse and stopped. She stood straight and unbuttoned the blouse first one button then two. What the hell she thought, in for a penny in for a pound. With that she removed her silk blouse and slipped out of her bra and exposed her firm 36 Cs to the air. Immediately her nipples hardened. She unconsciously fingered them.

“This is as fine a pair of tits as he’s likely to see,” she whispered. Her pussy was now actually dripping onto her thighs. The thought of this illicit fuck combined with her own nakedness set her fantasies into high gear. She dawdled a bit before putting her blouse back on then stuffed the bra into the book-bag with the forsaken panty.

“Well,” she thought giggling, “great tits, great ass, great legs, an already wet pussy and this outfit really ought to help me pass. Hell even if he doesn’t go for it I’ll get a nice wild fuck out of this.”

She fought to calm herself down. Taking a deep breath she whispered, “This is as ready as I get. If he doesn’t want this package he’s gay or impotent.” Then book-bag in hand she headed towards the office.

+++

The academic day was nearly over but Ted remained at his desk grading papers and getting ready for tomorrow’s class. He liked teaching adult classes far more than the teens he usually herded and his math course was no exception. The students were all there to actually learn and that was rewarding in itself. He was however dreading the five o’clock meeting with Terri.

Although intelligent and with a math background, she was obviously out of her depth in the class but had never asked for help. Still there was something about her. Maybe it was her willingness to return to school and not get old. Maybe it was her smile. Or he thought allowing himself canlı bahis şirketleri a small smile, maybe it was those great tits, long legs and that tight little ass. Whatever it was he had taken a liking to her on the first day.

As class went on and she started to fall behind he had hoped she would ask him for help. He would have gladly tutored her through the class a meeting like this wouldn’t have happened. But that was all in the past and she would be here soon.

Opening her record and he went over the details once more. Good grades in all of her classes except this one and on a transitional scholarship program that required at least C in all classes and a B average to keep it open. A quick glance indicated that failing his class would cost her the money that was keeping her in school. That would be a shame he thought, she has potential. And, he thought to himself, she’s damned cute.

He tried to quickly put that thought out of his head. It was career suicide to get involved with a student, even an adult student. Yet his dick was getting hard just thinking about her. He had nearly regained his composure when she knocked at the door.

“Come,” trying to use his best professional demeanor.

The door opened and Terri swept into the office. Her skirt swinging gently as she turned to close the door. She stood in front of his desk with her book-bag on one arm and obviously a bit nervous. Her blouse was open at the top but tucked tightly into the waistband so that her breasts were easily visible underneath it. As she shifted her weight they swayed gently. No bra he thought to himself, and they still look great. His revere was broken as she spoke.

“You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes I did.” Feeling the need to gain his composure he paused, “I’ll be with you in a minute, just have a seat.”

Terri turned and stepped over to the nearby sofa and put her book-bag on one seat before turning again to sit down. Ted pretended to look over her records again while trying to get the thought of her tits out of his head. But she wasn’t helping.

A quick glance over the top of the folder and he thought he could see a bare pussy under her short skirt as it lifted slightly when she turned. I must be wrong, he told himself. Surely she is wearing panties. He was wondering how he could carry on the counseling with such a distraction. He also wondered if he could get a better look at her pussy and confirm its nakedness; all very confusing and distracting.

As she sat of the sofa, Terri was wondering what was next. First it was hurry up and get here now, wait. What the hell is he playing at? She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. She had been ready to seduce him or at least try but how would she go about it, especially if he kept her clear across the room? Was he nervous? It was hard for her to tell since she was very nervous.

She squirmed a bit as felt her pussy getting wetter at the though of seducing her professor.

What if he turned her down? She would lose her scholarship and be embarrassed.

Maybe she shouldn’t have started this thing. Well I haven’t really. I mean all I did was take off my underwear. Does he know I’m naked underneath?

Did I just see him glance at my pussy? I’m probably imagining things. Damn why can’t we start? About that time he closed the folder and she looked directly at him.

“Well Terri, you know your grades haven’t been very good this term. Frankly you are failing the course. I hate to say it but I’m not sure what we can do about it at this late date.”

She knew it of course but hearing it out loud made her sigh, it seemed to knock the wind out of her. She forgot momentarily her plan and she slumped back against the sofa.

“I know I haven’t been very good at this work but surely I can do something to improve my grade. I need my scholarship and I am willing to work hard. Extra work, a special project, something!”

She was almost sobbing now but he only half heard her. As she slumped back against the sofa her legs had parted and gave him an unrestricted view of a lovely shaved pussy. He even thought he saw moisture on her thigh and the dark spot of those white stocking said he was probably right. He fought to bring himself back to the business at hand before he replied.

“Look Terri, you’re a good student and I don’t want you to fail. You are in over your head for sure but perhaps there is something I can do, if you are willing to show me you grasping at least the principles of the subject.”

Encouraged Terri sat forward and his view of her pussy was lost but his mind held onto the image. His dick stiffened in response and distracted him from his purpose. I wonder he thought to himself, if she knows what she is doing? I wonder if she is trying to seduce me. Maybe I can be sure if I can get closer to her…

“Grab your books and come over to the desk so we can discuss this more comfortably.”

Terri canlı kaçak iddaa grabbed her books, drug a chair up beside him then sat down with the book-bag in her lap. She was close enough that he could smell her scent. It was intoxicating.

“Get you text book out. Let’s talk about last week’s chapter.”

Terri moved to comply. Leaning the book bag forward she opened the top and reached inside for her book. As she did this Ted could see down the stop of her open blouse; her tits swayed a bit and her erect nipples were long and firm and inviting.

Nervously Terri pulled out the text. As she did so the bra came out with it and fell on his lap. She started to reach for it but stopped realizing she was only inches from his dick. Looking down he picked up the bra and suddenly he was sure she wanted to fuck.

“You dropped this,” he said half smiling, “Nice size, soft, silky and obviously well made. You know a bra is a classic piece of geometric design. Perhaps this is an omen of a way we can improve your grades.”

He was sitting there holding the bra and she realized that in spite of his reputation as a hard ass, she was going to fuck him. She didn’t care if it improved her grade or not. She was wet, horny and she wanted him; that was enough.

She smiled and her nervousness vanished, “Perhaps you’re right.”

He heard her voice soften; an unspoken deal had just been made. He started to give her the bra then put it close to his face and inhaled. It smelled sweet like he imagined her tits would taste. He sighed, “smells nice; like you.”

She took the bra and blushed, “Th-thank you.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

He moved behind her he reached over her shoulders and slid his hands over her blouse to take a firm tit in each hand. Lifting and squeezing them gently he continued to speak.

“You see Terri the bra is a traditional cantilever designed to hold lovely creations like these comfortably.”

He was lifting her breast and squeezing it gently. Her nipples hardened and Terri leaned back into the chair and looked up smiling. She unbuttoned her blouse and he slid it down off of her shoulders exposing both breasts completely.

“Yes I am beginning to see. Tell me more… please.”

He ran his fingers from the top of her shoulders down over the erect nipples.

“The angle from the top of your should down to here,” he said “then back underneath to here,” tracing a line under her tits, “form a triangle. That structure is held up by the supporting material which runs all the way around your breasts and back.” His hands scribed an oval around under her firm orbs. He lifted gently and she stood in response.

Terri turned towards him and pushed the chair out of the way. His hands slid around to her back pulling her towards him. They kissed softly as her naked breasts pressed against his chest.

“So you see,” he said gasping, “a firm geometric principle is outlined by these great tits. Can you think of anything else that might illustrate a geometric principle?”

Terri smiled. “Let me see. Suppose that I create a perpendicular line between your navel and your knee.”

Slowly she knelt in front of him releasing his belt and pulling down his pants and shorts to reveal a stiff and prominent dick.

“Hmm, looks like you’ve already created one of those. Let me see if I can determine its length.”

Taking his cock in her mouth she slowly enveloped his hardness. Lost in the lust of the moment Terri continued to work on his tool bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm; but he wasn’t ready for their meeting to end yet.

Gently taking her by the shoulders he pulled her almost grudgingly off of his rod and back to a standing position where he could kiss her once more.

“Can you show you another example of that most basic geometric shape the triangle?”

Giggling she reach into her book-bag and pullout her tiny white panty. Holding them just in front of his face where he could smell her scent, she replied, “Here is a small inverted triangle, I wear something like this daily, well, most days anyway. Let me show you where this little triangle is worn over another hot little triangle.”

She jumped up on the desk and turned so that she sat facing his chair. Pulling her skirt up, she exposed her slick, wet, shaved slit.

“Very good Terri, “he said sitting down in his chair, “Let me describe a series of triangles in that area for you.”

Leaning forward he began to outline her bare pubic mound with his tongue, stopping to kiss and nip it every now and then. He worked his tongue all around her pink opening coming close to but consciously avoiding her clit. His teasing made her twitch, trying to make his tongue meet that erect little nub. Her ass wiggled frantically as she unsuccessfully tried to make her clit contact his lips. Her moans told him not to wait any longer. Gently he took her erect nub between his canlı kaçak bahis lips alternately licking and sucking it.

Terri’s body shook as an orgasm overtook her. Her legs clamped his head against her pussy as she rode his tongue. Ted kept licking and sucking her as a second and a third set of tremors passed through her body.

As her orgasm began to subside she he greedily licked the desk top and her lips, afraid that he would lose some of that precious juice. She twitched involuntarily as another small orgasm hit her then pulled his head up and kissed him, sharing the juices so recently extracted from her pussy.

“Your turn again,” she giggled.

She stood and he rose with her. Moving the chair away she turned him around and pushed him back to take her place on the desk. He watched as she once again engulfed his tool with her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down making loud slurping noises as her saliva soaked his dick.

Climbing onto the desk she slowly sat down on him, her hot, moist pussy slowly engulfing him to the hilt. Her pussy held him tight and he body seemed fused to his. Looking at them it was impossible to tell where one person stopped and the other started.

“I guess you could call this constructing a perpendicular bisector,” she giggled.

Slowly she began riding him. Up and down, gently, very slowly, she moved, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the feeling. He had a tit in each hand and was once again kneading them as she set up a gentle rhythm on his erect member.

Looking past her he saw her ass reflected in the mirror behind his desk. The site of that terrific ass impaled on his dick made him even hotter. He tried to get a hold of those great cheeks and succeed in spreading them to expose her delicious asshole.

That sight seemed to send him into a higher gear, he began to rise to meet the motion of her ass as she rode him. Faster and faster she moved until she came again, collapsing onto his chest as he felt her pussy contract around his dick. He kissed her passionately.

“Doggy style sweet ass,” he whispered. I have to have a close up look at that wonderful ass as I fuck it.”

Smiling she climbed off of him then leaned over the desk offering him an unrestricted, unashamed view of her butt. Ted couldn’t resist the urge to get on his knees and bury his face in that sweet pussy now filled with the delicious nectar.

Like a kid attacking an ice cream cone as it melts in his hand Ted’s tongue explored her slit from clit to asshole and back again. Her cum tasted like honey as he frantically cleansed her pussy and attempted to suck more juice from it. Every movement of his tongue across her rosebud asshole made her twitch. That turned him on even more.

Without further ceremony he stood and slid his dick all the way into her well-lubed pussy, in one motion impaling her to the hilt. Terri moaned and reached back for his legs as he set up a steady rhythm. He quickened the pace as she urged him on.

“Yes that’s it, fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper! Harder! I want you deep inside of me. Bisect my cunt with that hard cock! Fuck me and don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me hard now!”

He tried hard to comply. His groin slapped hard against her firm ass cheeks as they fucked.

“So…tight… so hot…What an ass,” he panted “I’m going to cum.”.

“No!! Not inside me!” Terri pulled away and turned around. “In my mouth I want your cum in my mouth. I love cum and haven’t had a good load for so long it hurts. Feed me! “

She knelt in front of him and took his rod inside her mouth as his pre-cum dribbled out of the end of his erect tool. Her cheeks collapsed as she worked on him like her favorite extra thick milk shake. He moaned loudly.

Terri pulled back off of his throbbing tool and opened her mouth like a bird at feeding time as an explosion of cum erupted from it directly into her waiting mouth. Greedily she swallowed every drop as a second then a third stream exploded against her face and onto her hair. Once again she took him into her mouth and continued to lick and suck his softening dick until she drained him of every drop of cum and he collapsed into his chair.

Terri straddled his lap and lean forward to kiss him.

He smiled. “Well, that was certainly a displayed knowledge of applied geometry and trigonometry. I suppose that could count as a major project and boost your grade up to a C for the term.”

Smiling she reached down between her legs and wet her fingers with the juice still oozing from her pussy and brought it to her lips to taste it.

“To hell with grades, if I can show you some more acute angles and construct another perpendicular line here [grabbing his limp dick], will you promise to help me keep in practice bisecting every circular entrance?”

“Sure!… What did you have in mind?”

Terri stood, straightened her blouse and smoothed her skirt, “Let’s go to the gym so I can show you some cute, errrrrr acute, angles I can create with my legs. I can put both ankles behind my head ya know?”

Remembering what her ass looked like he smiled. “I can’t wait to see your practical demonstration.”

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Author’s Note: This will probably be part 1 of a series, so any and all feedback is definitely appreciated (as always). Thanks!

*****

For almost four hours, Amelia had been pacing around her apartment. Each time she passed her kitchen, she would pause, sigh, and stare at the letter on her counter labeled “FINAL NOTICE.” Then she would groan in frustration and take another lap around her apartment.

Amelia’s roommate had unexpectedly moved out three months ago, leaving her to pay the rent alone until she could find someone new. At first it wasn’t a big deal; Amelia took a couple extra shifts at the bar and had just enough saved to make it work. Or she did, until one month later when the transmission on her Nissan had died. It took over two weeks to fix it, and she’d had to rent a car or else miss work. Things had just spiraled down the drain from there.

In the end, Amelia was almost two months behind on rent, as the letter on her counter explained in all capital letters. Which meant she either had to find a couple thousand dollars fast, or find a new place to live – which wouldn’t be easy without any money for a security deposit and a bad landlord reference. Amelia had spent all morning trying to figure out a solution, but the only thing she’d been able to think had been godfuckingdamnit on repeat.

Ok, Amy. Focus on the solution, not the problem, she thought to herself. After a couple more rounds of cursing, she took her own advice. Go down to the office, throw yourself at the landlord’s mercy. The owner of Amelia’s apartment complex, Mr. Thurston, was a pleasant old man and he’d always been nice to her. If she explained that her car was fixed now, that she’d be taking extra shifts at work, that she was finding a roommate, and that she’d catch up as soon as she could… Throw in a short skirt and bat my eyelashes, maybe he’ll cut me a break.

Amelia stopped staring at the letter and began to stare at her closet. She wasn’t above flirting with her landlord to get an extension on paying her rent, she decided. Hell, is it any worse than wearing a low cut shirt to get better tips at work? If a winning smile and a little bit of skin could buy Amelia a couple extra weeks, it was worth it.

Just a little bit of extra skin, Amelia told herself. Don’t want to go overboard and seem skanky. Or worse, too much cleavage and you’ll give the poor old man a heart attack. Amelia settled on a red tank top, low-cut enough to show off her full breasts, but not too much. She matched it with her shortest pair of jean cutoff shorts, showing off her long, athletic legs. A little cleavage to catch his attention, with enough bare leg to be dangerous to Mr. Thurston’s health. Amelia tied her long blonde hair back to keep it from accidentally obstructing the view. After throwing on some quick make-up and her lucky heels, Amelia finally felt ready. As she played through her excuses in her head, though, the knot in her stomach only grew.

Her doubts about the effectiveness of her plan began to fade after she walked out of her apartment into the carpeted hallway and one of her neighbors walked by. He did a complete double-take when he saw her and nearly walked into the wall. Well, Amelia thought, maybe my strategy has some promise after all. By the time she’d arrived at the main office, she’d passed enough lingering eyes that her hopes were buoyed. Amelia strode into her landlord’s office with confidence.

The main office was small, really just a cheap wooden desk and a computer, with a tall metal filing cabinet next to the only window. A “Classic Boats” calendar hung on one wall over a filing cabinet and a plant Amelia was fairly sure was fake stood in the far corner.

The man sitting behind the desk, however, was not Mr. Thurston. Mr. Thurston was a stocky, elderly gentleman in pleated slacks and a faded polo shirt, with a round, jolly face and thin white hair. This man was tall, with closely cropped dark hair and a strong jaw shadowed by what looked like a couple days’ worth of stubble. His dark suit set off his sharp blue eyes. Instead of looking like he was ready to go golfing, he looked like he was ready to process her taxes.

“Sorry,” Amelia hesitated, looking around, “I was looking for the landlord?”

The man did not look up from his computer. “I’m the landlord,” his answer was flat and succinct.

Amelia was taken aback by his tone, “What happened to Mr. Thurston?”

“The building is owned by Thurston and Son, Inc. I’m the ‘and son’.”

“And your name is…?” Amelia prodded.

He looked up in surprise. After a moment, he laughed wryly and shook his head, as if clearing out the cobwebs. “Sorry. I’ve been spending too much time in spreadsheets. My name is Joshua. What can I do for you?”

Well, progress already, Amelia told herself. She’d been discouraged by Joshua’s demeanor when she entered. Once he laughed, however, the ice thawed from his voice and he actually smiled. Maybe she could get through to him. And if she did have to flirt a little, well, Joshua was certainly easier on the eyes than Mr. Thurston.

“I’m illegal bahis Amelia Smith, I live in apartment 306…” Amelia’s voice trailed off. When she mentioned the unit number, Joshua’s eyes narrowed and he glanced back at his computer screen.

“Ah yes, Ms. Smith. Please, have a seat.” The businesslike tone had returned to Joshua’s voice. Amelia sat on the brown vinyl conference chair across from him. Joshua, however, only stared at his screen. A few clicks of the mouse later, he sat back.

“Missing rent for August, September, October, plus late charges,” He read off his screen.

Amelia interrupted to try to defend herself, “Not entirely, I did pay some in August…”

Joshua nodded, not turning his eyes away from his computer yet, “I do see that. Less than the total late fees though.”

“Better than nothing though, right?” She offered with a weak laugh.

“From your perspective, probably not. You might’ve been better off saving it and negotiating an amicable eviction.”

Eviction? Amelia’s heart sank. Her hopes of convincing friendly old Mr. Thurston to give her a break had been dashed by Mr. Spreadsheets. How was a winning smile and a sexy outfit going to win someone over if he wouldn’t even look at her? I guess it’s show time, she thought. Amelia sat up straighter and threw one leg over the other to display a healthy expanse of her bare thighs, hoping to draw his eyes away from the screen.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Amelia’s pleaded with a honeyed tone.

Joshua frowned. “Even if we apply the security deposit to your back rent and reduce the late fees by a pro-rata percentage-” Joshua’s analysis stopped as his eyes left his computer. He stopped thinking about the tenant in his office and started looking at the woman sitting across from him.

And the tide begins to turn, Amelia congratulated herself on her small victory. Joshua blinked and recaptured his train of thought.

“You’re, um, you’re still several thousand dollars behind.”

“But it shows I’m trying, right?” Amelia offered. She doubled down, leaning forward to give Joshua a view down her top.

Joshua was silently fixated while Amelia explained, “I would’ve paid on time, but my roommate moved out and then my car died, and between missing work and the rental car everything kind of hit the fan all at once. But my car is fixed now and I’m back at work, and if I can take extra shifts I can catch up…”

“When do you expect to be able to catch up?” Joshua asked. His voice was softer, gentle, almost timid.

“So, I mean, I can probably pay the normal rent now that I’m back at work, and once I get a new roommate I can start paying extra to catch up.”

Joshua turned back to the computer and Amelia cursed silently.

“Probably?” Joshua asked pointedly, picking that one dangerous word.

Damnit, Amy, she scolded herself. “I just meant that as a figure of speech. Like, as long as no giant meteor strikes the earth or something.”

“And do you have a roommate ready to move in?” Joshua’s voice had returned to the dry, calculating tone that had first greeted her.

“Not quite… yet… but I am looking. Unless you want to move in,” Amelia joked. “I promise not to walk around naked or anything.”

For several seconds, Joshua didn’t speak. His mind was occupied with the image Amelia had planted in his head. He only stared forward, his eyes unfocused. Amelia rejoiced in diverting his train of thought. Once she felt he had been distracted long enough, Amelia gave a polite cough and raised her eyebrow impishly. The movement caught his attention. The slight blush that crept into Joshua’s cheeks confirmed that his daydream had not been appropriate.

“Right. Um…” Joshua bit his lip and quickly looked away. He recovered his focus when his eyes found the spreadsheet. “Estimate a roommate doesn’t move in until the first, you continue paying the full rental amount while your roommate pays her half… that comes out to… approximately six months to pay everything back, best case scenario. And your lease expires in four.”

Amelia didn’t like the sound of that. She couldn’t argue with the math, and the math was bad news for her. Amelia knew she had to get him to ignore the numbers on his spreadsheet and focus on the person he’d be evicting. And why he might like to see her stick around a little bit longer.

“How are you calculating that? Can I see?” Amelia didn’t wait for an answer. She stood up and leaned as far over the desk as she could. Ostensibly, she was trying to peek at Joshua’s monitor; Amelia could see a spreadsheet with the amounts she owed and hypothetical future payments. But more importantly, Joshua could see directly down her top.

Amelia could hear Joshua draw a sharp breath, but she dared not look at his face. She pretended to be oblivious to his stare and instead focused on conquering the spreadsheet.

“Okay. What if you increase the amount I pay by another hundred dollars per month? I could squeeze that,” Amelia suggested. Joshua didn’t respond. Out of the corner of her illegal bahis siteleri eye, Amelia could see that Joshua had his eye on other things. The slight twitch of his eyebrows when she said the word “squeeze” told her he was listening, but that his mind was not entirely on his work.

Perfect, Amelia thought to herself, just where I want him. But she reminded herself to focus on her goal, rather than the game. She buried her pride under a facade of innocence and turned her face to look at Joshua.

“How would that change the math?” Amelia prodded.

“Sorry, what?” Joshua turned towards her. Amelia realized at that moment how close the two of them were. She could sense him shifting his weight nervously, even smell the faint smell of his cologne. Her own pulse quickened.

“If you add another hundred per month?” Amelia explained

“Right. Sorry, I was- I was thinking.” Joshua excused hastily. He shook his head and turned back to the spreadsheet. With a few quick taps, Joshua made the change and looked at the final number.

“That really doesn’t change much,” Joshua sounded sincerely disappointed. “You catch up in five and a half months, instead of six.”

“That can’t be right,” Amelia said, knowing it was. Without asking permission, she walked around the desk and stood behind Joshua. She leaned over him, placing her left hand on his shoulder to steady herself. Joshua didn’t object, but sat very still.

“Oh, I see. Make that one hundred per week, not month.” Amelia knew she couldn’t afford that much extra, not unless everything went perfectly, but luckily Joshua didn’t question it.

The final number changed again, but not quite enough. Amelia looked at the spreadsheet, quietly doing some mental math. Meanwhile, Joshua stared forward, motionless, like a child with a butterfly on his finger, scared that the slightest movement would scare her away.

After a moment, Amelia came up with a solution. All she had to do was, “Take off the late fees too…” Amelia, with her left hand still on Joshua’s shoulder, leaned over him towards the computer. She pressed herself against his back as she reached her right hand towards the mouse, alighting on top of Joshua’s hand. His skin was warm beneath hers.

Joshua let her guide the mouse to select and delete the column labeled “Late Fees and Other Charges.” The final number jumped again. “There. And I’ll be paid up in just under four months,” Amelia said with satisfaction.

“If you didn’t have to pay the late fees,” Joshua turned to look at Amelia, and misjudged the distance. His cheek brushed up against hers and he flinched. Amelia laughed innocently and stepped back.

“Sorry!” She grimaced in an affected, awkward apology, “I guess I’m not good at the personal space thing, maybe you don’t want to move in after all!”

Amelia stepped back from Joshua and leaned against the edge of his desk. Her long legs stretched out on display between them. He spun in his chair to face her, his knee brushing up against hers. His eyes traveled slowly up her body. When his gaze finally met hers, she could see the uncertainty in his face.

“No, it’s fine, please, don’t worry,” He dismissed her apology, stammering. “Sorry, where was I?”

“Waiving my late fees?” Amelia offered hopefully.

“Right,” Joshua nodded, staring at the filing cabinet behind Amelia while he tried to recapture his train of thought. “If it were up to me, I would. Trust me. If you had said something before you fell behind, we could have worked something out. But once the late fees are incurred and recorded, I need a reason to justify waiving them to my father.” Joshua looked even more apologetic than Amelia had.

“I’ll cook you dinner,” Amelia offered with a smirk.

Joshua looked at her, dumbfounded. He couldn’t tell if she were joking or serious. Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing.

“You know what? You’ve got a deal,” he said with a grin. “We’ll pick this conversation up over dinner on Friday, and if you can show me some progress towards finding a roommate or paying your back rent by then, I can justify waiving the late fees.”

***

Over the next several days, Amelia rode a rollercoaster in her mind. The only certainty in her mind was that the stakes were high. Convince Joshua to waive the late fees and cut her a break, and she could continue living with a roof over her head. Fail to convince him, and she would be evicted, owe several thousand dollars, and be trying to find a new apartment with no money and no reference.

How Amelia would go about convincing Joshua, however, was a nebulous uncertainty. The rational, socially-proper part of her brain said she should simply try to reason with him, offer to pay back as much as she could as soon as she could, and hope he’d be merciful. The knot of terror in her stomach told her that was a terrible idea, that it would never work, and if she wanted to stay, she was going to have to get in his head like she did in his office.

And then she would try to decide how exactly to get into Joshua’s head. A cute outfit canlı bahis siteleri and some flirting was a safe option and it had worked last time. But this was her last shot, and with so much at stake, Amelia was willing to consider anything short of answering the door with a bottle of wine and wearing nothing but a smile. But once she had that idea, Amelia became far too distracted by fantasizing to make any rational decisions.

***

“I mean, that would certainly work,” Kendra said when Amelia had confessed her idea, “You wouldn’t even need the bottle of wine.” Kendra had been Amelia’s best friend since the fifth grade, and the two were as close as sisters. When the day had finally come for Amelia’s dinner date with Joshua and she had made no progress on figuring out a plan, she’d finally broken down and called Kendra over for help.

“Shut up!” Amelia laughed, nervous and embarrassed, “I needed you to be the voice of reason, not the bad influence! I’m looking for a plan a little bit less slutty.”

Kendra shrugged, “Nothing wrong with being slutty.”

Amelia threw her a skeptical look. “What would Derek think about you saying that?”

“He knew who I was when he married me. Besides, he likes me when I’m slutty,” Kendra answered with a shameless grin, “Last Saturday, when we went out for dinner, I wore this tiny skirt without any-“

“Ah!” Amelia cried, clapping her hands over her ears, “I don’t need to hear this!”

Kendra only laughed, “Look, you said this Joshua guy was cute right?”

“Very.”

“And it sounds like he’s into you, or at least he’d like to be. ‘Cause, I mean, you’re a hottie too.” Kendra shushed Amelia’s half-hearted protests and continued, “You’re both adults. If you want him, and he wants you, have fun! Why not?”

“Because if I do it to get out of being evicted, that’s one step away from prostitution?” Amelia pointed out.

Kendra was dismissive, “So? Who said prostitutes were bad people? If you genuinely want to do… whatever, and he wants to do it too, what’s the harm? If he cut you a break on rent if you promised to cook him dinner for a month, or wash his car, would that be a problem?”

Amelia sighed and flopped backwards onto her bed, “It’s different and you know it.”

“It really isn’t,” Kendra stated objectively.

Kendra patted Amelia on the leg sympathetically and stood up. She walked over to Amelia’s closet, threw open the door, and began to sift through the options.

“So what are you going to wear tonight? You need to blow his… mind,” Kendra winked over her shoulder at her much shyer friend and then turned back to the closet and drew out Amelia’s go-to little black dress.

“What about this?” Kendra asked. “You always look sexy in this.”

“Too formal. I’m trying to get him to want to kiss me, not serenade me.

Kendra nodded in agreement, “Good point. Fuckable, not fancy.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Amelia laughed, “But that’s the right idea. I’m not actually going to fuck some guy I barely know just to get a break on my rent.”

“Why not? Sounds like an awesome idea to me. If I were single with a sexy landlord, I’d be late on my rent on purpose!”

Amelia rolled her eyes at her best friend, “You would not.”

“Are you kidding? After this conversation, as soon as I get home, I’m going to tell Derek I accidentally scratched his brand new car pulling into the driveway. What can I ever do to make it up to him?”

“You’re incorrigible,” Amelia accused.

“That’s why everyone loves me,” Kendra agreed cheerfully. “Now, where’s your shortest skirt?”

Ultimately, Amelia decided on a cream-colored silk cami that clung to her skin, but hung loose enough to show off the lacy bra beneath when she bent over. Her skirt was short, black, and much too tight for a meeting with her landlord. The way it showed off her ass, and would ride up when she moved was, as Kendra put it, “perfect.”

After Amelia had a quick shower, shaved, and dried off, Kendra insisted they tidy up her bedroom and put fresh sheets on the bed: “Just in case.” It left her plenty of time to do her makeup, with a touch of eyeshadow to highlight her soft blue eyes, and some lipstick guaranteed to make him think of kissing her.

“You look great!” Kendra confirmed before she left. “Don’t forget to do everything I would do.”

“I can’t, there’s only one guy coming over,” Amelia teased. Kendra punched her arm playfully, kissed her cheek, and slipped out so Amelia could get dinner started.

By the time Joshua finally knocked, Amelia had just finished baking the lasagna. A simple salad sat on the plain wooden table in her kitchen, next to two glasses of wine. One glass had only one or two sips left in it, as if a hostess had started on the wine early. It helped calm the tempest of nervous energy inside her. As much as she had been convinced by Kendra’s peptalk, Amelia had spent the time since her friend left second-guessing herself. It was easier for her to focus on her nervousness than to admit to her eagerness. If she admitted how much fun she’d had flirting with Joshua, and how much her plan tonight excited her… She didn’t know what she’d let herself do. Oh well, she thought. It’s too late now. Joshua’s at the door. You made your bed, Amy. Now you have to lie in it. With or without company.

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“I can’t believe you live here,” I said as the Miami coastline came into view.

Emily turned towards me with her head tilted. “Hm, what did you say?” She was distracted by the view herself. Her voice was muffled by the droning of the plane’s engine.

“I said you’re very beautiful.”

Emily bit her lip and gave me a kiss before turning back to admire the view.

I grinned like an idiot but meant every word. I admired her features in the reflection of the window. I was especially taken by her beautiful brown eyes and smooth brunette hair.

I leaned in and kissed her shoulder. Her skin felt nice on my lips. This wispy white dress was the most revealing thing she had worn in a while, and she only wore it because we were in Florida in the middle of summer. I was glad the dress ended at her knees. My glance traveled down her calves to her bare feet.

“Are we gonna have any time to ourselves at your family’s estate?” I whispered into her ear.

She giggled. “It’s not an estate. You make me sound like an entitled princess.”

“Aren’t you?” I was referring to the nice condo we shared back in New York and the fact that I bankrolled her shopping habits.

“Tsk!” She elbowed me, but I could tell she enjoyed the teasing.

She refused to take her eyes off the view of her home. Did she ever consider our place in New York her home? I could never tell how permanent she thought our arrangement was, and I was too afraid to ask.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I rested my chin on her shoulder, like a dog begging for attention.

She snorted. “You wish. You’re here to meet my family, so get those dirty thoughts out of your head.”

“Mmm, but I love youuuu.” I assaulted her with puckered lips.

She giggled and shoved me away. “Stop it!” She glanced past me to the man sleeping in the aisle seat.

Just then, the pilot announced our landing over the intercom. We buckled up and behaved ourselves, occasionally sneaking playful glances at each other. For now, I would have to admire her beauty from a distance.

———

Would I really be deprived of Emily’s healthy chest and sensuous curves for a whole week? “Why don’t we just rent a hotel room?” I had asked. She brushed it off, saying I was just horny. I was too embarrassed to admit it or to proposition her more directly.

I was always a timid person. So timid, in fact, that Emily and I almost didn’t end up together. I first met her when she got off the elevator and asked me where the front desk was. I pointed absentmindedly at our office receptionist and admired Emily’s strut as she thanked me and continued walking. I later learned that she was the new intern. She was nineteen at the time, a finance major at NYU looking for experience during her summer. I was a twenty-seven-year-old analyst too focused on work to be in a relationship. I had a girlfriend in high school, but we broke up when I moved to New York. My college relationship ended after she moved back to California. I couldn’t bring myself to leave New York. I dated no one else until Emily.

We bonded a lot over that summer. She was as obsessed with the work as I was, so naturally, my boss assigned me as her mentor. I dreaded it at first. How was I supposed to talk to this angel on a daily basis without my voice shaking? But her gaze had a way of calming me down. That and her smile. That damn smile. The way she looked at me made me feel like we were old friends, like she could save me from the darkest pit of despair. I felt as if I were coming home whenever I went to work, as long as I saw her. We were often the only ones in the office after everyone else clocked out. We would order takeout and talk about personal things. Those nights together were the only time I ever exposed my humorous side. Her laughter rang in my head each time I went to bed.

On the last day of that summer, I was unimaginably sad. But of course, I didn’t utter a word about how I felt. I just stood in the elevator with my head hanging down on the way to see her off. As we approached the ground floor, she turned around, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. We lost our virginities that night on the floor of my living room.

———

I kissed her hand as the taxi raced down the interstate. It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight hit her face at the perfect angle.

“They’ll love you.” She reassured me with that same smile.

I smiled back and nodded. Nothing from that beautiful mouth could ever be a lie.

We made it just in time for supper. A maid met us at the taxi and took our bags. What was that about not being an entitled princess? We didn’t even have the opportunity to step inside the house because dinner took place on the side lawn. Of course it did.

The chef did a perfectly fine job, but it was nothing compared to a home-cooked meal. I ate dutifully as the usual pleasantries droned on, only speaking when spoken to. This was a large family gathering, and it seemed every Johnson in the fifty states was seated at the elongated table. Cousins, uncles, bahis firmaları and sons-in-law who hadn’t seen each other in years shielded the introvert in me with their exaggerated stories and overlapping voices. Because of them, I was spared from the dreaded task of explaining how I met Emily or when we would bring back grandchildren.

“Oh, guess who decided to finally show up!” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed. “And what in the world are you wearing?”

A young blonde with ripped jeans and a sweater bearing the logo of an outdated rock band sat down at the empty seat across from Emily. Her hair was wavy but cropped just below her ears. I noticed her nose ring right away.

“What am I, seventy?”

I nearly choked on my food. She had a point. The rest of the table was filled with people wearing button-up shirts and wool sweaters. Even Emily and I argued over how much gel to put in my hair. “Not a strand out of place,” she had said.

“No, you’re a classy young lady who will show some common decency toward our guests,” Mrs. Johnson retorted.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” The girl shoved aside her plate containing the salad that was our first course and stuck her spoon into the remaining bowl of mashed potatoes.

Mrs. Johnson turned to her husband for support, but he merely shrugged. She shook her head and gave up with a sigh.

“And this is my sister, Lucy.” Emily feigned a disapproving look at her sister, but I could tell she was suppressing a grin.

Lucy gave me a fake smile before returning to her mashed potatoes.

Emily reached out to grab Lucy’s hand. “I missed you, sis.”

“Missed me so much that you forgot to visit my room.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “We thought you’d be down here.”

“Figured I’d let you guys eat all the garbage first.” Lucy scarfed down the rest of the mashed potatoes.

“What did I do to deserve this? Donald, talk to your daughter.” Mrs. Johnson chimed in.

“The food’s not garbage. We have a great chef.” Mr. Johnson remained buried in his phone.

“No, that’s not what I-” Mrs. Johnson buried her face in her hands.

Emily snickered loudly, causing her sister to burst out in giggles. Soon, they were chatting and gossiping, catching up like old friends. When the conversation became more exciting and they burst into a raucous laughter, Mrs. Johnson put her foot down. “That’s enough! Both of you.”

Emily bit her lip and looked down guiltily, like a child who had been scolded.

Lucy stood up. “Well, it’s been fun, family. I’m over it.”

“You won’t humor me, will you? Not even for one night.” Mrs. Johnson looked up at her younger daughter, shaking her head.

“Love you, Mom.” Lucy kissed her mother on the forehead and skipped off.

Mrs. Johnson addressed me. “I’m glad you ended up with Em and not the other one.”

“Mom!”

“What? It’s true.”

“She’s been like this her whole life. How do you expect to change her?”

“I’ll go talk to her,” I suggested.

“Please! God knows I’ve tried for years,” Mrs. Johnson said.

I stood up and gave Emily a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.”

———

I caught up to Lucy walking along the shoreline. I didn’t even notice there was a beach there until then. I wasn’t sure whether it was part of the Johnsons’ property, but I wouldn’t put it past them to own part of a beach. Lucy had taken off her sweater and was now sporting a tank top bearing the logo of another outdated band. How meta, I thought.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t particularly enjoy this fancy lifestyle either.” I walked beside her, hands in my pocket.

“Not much.”

“What’s not much?”

“Your opinion. It’s not worth much.”

I smiled at her teasing but couldn’t come up with a response.

Luckily, she broke the silence. “Anyway, I find that ironic, since you live in a fancy condo and buy Emily whatever she wants.”

“You know about that?”

“She tells me everything.”

“Emily does like to spend.”

“So you admit she’s a spoiled brat.”

“I’ll admit she’s from a different place than I am.”

“And what place do you come from?” She stopped walking and turned to me with her head cocked to one side, a sign of genuine curiosity.

“Just… a different place. Don’t worry about it.” I shook my head, indicating my intention to move on from the topic.

“That’s ominous.” She continued walking. “You’re not a drug lord or anything, right?”

I snorted. “Maybe, you never know.”

What was I supposed to say? That I grew up in a trailer park outside Los Angeles? That my parents cooked meth until my dad got another woman pregnant and ran off with her? That my mom raised me by herself until she was arrested for prostitution? Only Emily knew that, and I made her swear never to tell anyone.

“Let me guess. You grew up poor and watched your parents struggle, so you worked hard to make sure you’d never have to go through that again. But you never forget where you came from, so you have a distaste for the high life. Blah blah blah. That kaçak iddaa about right?” She seemed almost smug.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Maybe I do. I need to know who my sister’s dating.”

“Emily knows. And she’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

“She obviously can’t, if she’s dating a drug lord.”

I laughed. “I’m not a drug lord. I promise.”

She shrugged. “Since you won’t tell me, I have to assume the worst. Maybe I’ll call you Pablo.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, please don’t-“

“So Pablo, tell me about New York.”

I rolled my tongue around to stop myself from laughing and showing her how much I enjoyed her teasing. “It’s the most beautiful city in the world,” I said honestly. “I love all the buildings, the busy streets, the people.”

“Is it true what they say? It’s the city that never sleeps?”

I nodded. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You’ll have to take me there sometime.”

I looked up in surprise.

“Emily and I can go shopping at your expense.”

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Tell me about Florida.”

“It’s a retirement home the size of a state. That’s about it.”

I chuckled at how her responses were always snarky. “No, I think it means more to you than that.” I had noticed how she stared out longingly into the ocean, just like her sister did on the plane. She walked slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the feeling of wet sand on her bare feet.

She looked up at me, seeming almost vulnerable for a split second. She shrugged. “I like the beaches, mostly. This is my favorite spot.”

“What do you like to do here?”

“Walk. Think. Get away from all the spoiled brats of the world.”

“I call her an entitled princess.”

She smiled. “So you admit it.”

I ignored the question. “Anything else you like to do?”

“Swim in the ocean.”

I gave her a confused look. “You’ve got a pool.” I pointed at the house, which finally looked a reasonable size now that we had traveled a good distance from it.

“Like I said, away from all the spoiled brats. You swim?” She walked closer to the edge, letting the water wash over her feet.

“I don’t know how,” I admitted.

“You’re kidding.”

I shrugged. “Not many opportunities to swim in New York.”

“What a shitty excuse,” she yelled as a wave crashed behind her. The gust of wind that followed made her hair flow and lifted her top slightly, revealing her stomach. “C’mon, I’ll teach you.” She nodded towards the water.

“What, now?” I was incredulous.

“Yes, now.” She unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Then she removed her tank top, leaving nothing but a bra and panties. Her curves were more apparent now, and the sunset accentuated her beauty.

When she looked back up at me, I averted my gaze, blushing guiltily. “I left my trunks in the suitcase.”

“Don’t need ’em. C’mon, what are you waiting for?” She beckoned me over.

I hesitated before stripping down to my boxers. I had to take in the scene. I was standing half naked by the water with my girlfriend’s sister. What I did next could change everything. We stood a considerable distance from each other. I could still change my mind. Stop this before it went any further. Nip it in the bud. Cut my losses.

But if I had a dollar for every time a man thought with his brain rather than his dick, I’d still be living in that trailer park.

———

I walked slowly towards the water. As I approached her, Lucy held out a hand. I reached out to grab it, and she led me gently into the water.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.”

We ended up closer together than I expected. She looked up at me with the same brown eyes that Emily had. The fading sunlight revealed more of her features than I had noticed before. She had a natural blush on her cheeks and nose, almost like she had stood a bit too long in the sun. She lacked Emily’s freckles, but in their place was a mole just above her upper lip. The setting sun reflected off her slick and shiny lip gloss.

When we realized that my hand was still in hers, we let go and backed away slightly.

“You wanna get rid of that damn gel in your hair first? You look like a husband from the fifties.” She tried to shift the focus away from our tender moment.

“Uh, yeah. Good idea.” I dove beneath the water and scrubbed that annoying material from my hair.

When I came up, I shook my head back and forth to swing the water out and ran a hand through my hair. She stared at me, biting her lip.

“What?”

“Uh, nothing. So, first things first…”

Our lesson began normally enough. I was learning to wade around in the water and stay afloat. Things turned more playful when she kept scolding me for not getting my arm movements right. I became frustrated and smacked my arms down comically hard with each stroke, splashing water into her face. We ended up throwing water at each other and chasing one another like children in a pool. kaçak bahis It became physical when she started shoving me and trying to push me under, and I responded in kind.

I enjoyed the feeling of her hands on my skin and the pressure of her weight against me. It was thrilling to put my hands on her body, and I slowly got a sense of her slim figure through repeated touches. Eventually, I picked her up from behind and threw her in the water, making her scream and laugh. The play-fighting lasted until we became exhausted. We ended up at the very edge of the beach, where the sand was wet and the water lapped at our feet.

I lay on my back with my hands underneath my head, enjoying the feeling of the air, which was pleasantly warm despite the fact that it was night.

“When’s the last time you had this much fun? Being a financial analyst seems super dull.” She rested on her elbow, facing me.

I snuck a sideways glance. The darkness obscured most of her shapely figure, but the moonlight revealed enough to make my heart rate go up.

“It’s decent pay, and I work with some nice people. Can’t ask for much more than that.” I shrugged.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I dunno. We visited the Empire State Building last month, I guess.”

“That’s your idea of fun? You live in New York, for God’s sake! You could go there anytime. No, that doesn’t count at all.”

“Well, it was Emily’s idea.” I tried defending myself.

She scoffed. “Figures. She can be such a prune sometimes. You must be so deprived.”

“Hey, be nice to your sister. And what do you mean, ‘deprived’? I’m not deprived.”

“Tell me with a straight face that you had more fun on top of that pointy building with Miss Goodie Little Two Shoes than you did with me in the water just now.”

I scoffed but said nothing.

“I mean, don’t you wish you could just let go? Be a little spontaneous?” She turned over onto her belly, exposing her buttocks to the moonlight.

“We’re spontaneous… sometimes.” I pulled my gaze away.

“In what ways?”

“In ways that are none of your business.”

“So in sexual ways.”

“None. Of. Your. Business.”

But she would not let up. “I bet you guys do it under the sheets so you don’t see each other naked.”

“What are you talking about? I-I’ve seen her naked.” Why was I even indulging her?

“Have you ever had sex on the beach?”

I sighed in exasperation. “I guess not.” Then I remembered the feeling of wet sand on my back. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Before I had a chance to react, she pressed her body against mine. She was sitting directly on my crotch.

“Whoa! Let’s just stop right there.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, ‘why’? Are you crazy?”

“Just a little. But I think you like that.” She had a wicked grin on her face.

“C’mon, Lucy. You play too much. Let’s just head back, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think you want to. Aren’t you dying for something different? Aren’t you curious to see if I’m as pretty as Emily with my clothes off? Why did you follow me here? Why did you put your hands all over me in the water?”

“N-no. I think you misunderstood.” I gritted my teeth to suppress a moan. The weight of her body against my crotch was becoming harder to bear.

She giggled softly, almost evilly. “Tell me to stop.”

I stayed silent as she ran her hand through my hair and caressed my lips with her finger. I could feel her foot rubbing against my leg. I dug my hands into the sand to prevent myself from grabbing her and pulling her into me. Did it really take that much effort? Was I actually entertaining the thought of losing control?

“Tell me you don’t want to take me. Right here, right now.” Her whispers in my ear sent chills down my spine.

Still, my voice was nowhere to be found.

In the end, it was her doing… technically. I only stared up at her, pleading with my eyes. She reached into her panties and masturbated herself. When her hand emerged, she stuck two fingers into my mouth so deeply that I almost gagged. She left them in there for a while, letting me suck on them and savor the bitterness of her juices. There was something incredibly erotic about becoming familiar with that part of her.

“Does that turn you on?” she said in my ear.

Since I stayed silent, she found her answer elsewhere. Her hands roamed over my boxers, feeling the outline of my erection. The fabric did little to mitigate the sensation, and I emitted a low moan when I felt her fingers grasping my girth. She gasped softly when she heard my reaction. She began to stroke me slowly, making me spasm each time her thumb slid over my frenulum.

Then she pulled the front of my boxers down, revealing my naked meat. She rubbed the tip with her index finger, pulling away a string of precum. She repeated this motion until I began throbbing uncontrollably. When her finger became slick with my fluids, she put it between her lips and sucked loudly. Satisfied with the taste, she returned her finger to my leaking member and fed herself once more. Was I disappointed that she wouldn’t just take me in her mouth?

That didn’t matter once she grabbed my rod and rubbed it against her panties. “I want you inside me,” she demanded.

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Teasing a Really Horny Man

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Author’s Note: Now I was talking to a friend of mine and we always tease each other… This is what he said would happen if I kept teasing. He thought at first this would be a punishment… But I would totally enjoy it. I know it is a little rough but this is his first time writing erotica so give him some leniency. This is after sending a picture of my shirt being open with a bra underneath it and knowing he is horny as hell.

*****

I rip open your shirt, start kissing on your neck, and I take a seat and pull you so you are straddling my lap as I start to kiss your breasts and suck your nipples after I cut your bra with a pair of scissors that I have nearby. I start to kiss between your breasts and begin to rub your ass through your pants. I know you can feel the bulge in my pants.

Then I stand up with you wrapped around my body, turn around and drop you on your back at the edge of the bed. I get my knees on the floor beside the bed and use my scissors to cut your jeans off you before ripping off your panties. I will dive into your wet pussy with my mouth and fingers. I will tease lick and suck to you can feel how I have been tease. I will make you cum on my face over and over until you beg me to stop, all the while I am listening to you moan my name.

Afterward, while bahis firmaları my face is dripping with your cum, I kiss my way up your navel, up your chest making a stop as rub one of your nipples and suck the other. I move up and kiss your neck. And finally your soft lips. I kiss you deeply allowing you to taste your own cum. While I am laying on top of you and you are focusing on my lips, I gently slide my cock inside your warm wet pussy.

You wrap your legs around my waist and I start to fuck you gently. As your moaning, I kiss your neck and a little nibble your earlobe. You take all of me. I go faster as you dig your nails in my back and hold me tight I then sit up. In addition, pull your legs back towards you and I begin to pound your pussy hard while rubbing your clit with my fingers. I enjoy watching you moan loudly in pleasure. I then pull out before you can cum here you moan in frustration and turn you over and move you on your hand and knees, doggy style. Out of nowhere you pull away to suck my cock.

You lick the head and down my shaft as you rub my balls, then you lick back to the tip and begin to suck me hard, You take me deep into your throat and I lose all my control and cum deep in your throat. You weren’t expecting it so you choke a bit. But, you swallow most of kaçak iddaa it as it dribbles down your chin. You love the feel of my warm cum, I can see it on your face. After regaining my control and remembering my purpose, I put you in doggie position. I tease your pussy with my dick and you complain about the teasing calling me a meany.

A meany really? Who was the one who started the teasing? I then shove my cock deep in you I go slowly deep inside of you. You can feel every inch of my cock massaging your pussy deeper and deeper. You clench the pillows. I then grab you by the waist and begin to thrust in and out. The thrusts are soft, but fast and hard. They are designed to make you moan, you make your pussy squeeze. They are to punish. You moan loudly in the pillow, your pussy doing what it’s supposed to it squeezes and you cum for the first time around my cock, and it only turns me on more.

I stop and I stand over you, still in position arching your ass higher in the air, and begin to do a jackhammer movement on you. You yell in ecstasy. Pound after pound I go faster and harder. You reach between your legs and rub your own clit and then my balls while you are at it as I am fucking you. Your moans are spilling out I slow down to ask you if you want to be on top, but after the question kaçak bahis is out there, I continue to pound away. You agree and I pull out immediately and without warning. I lie on my back and pull you on top. I swiftly enter you as you slide down my cock, not letting you enjoy a slow entry. You grind your pussy on me to get as deep as possible, and I lean up to suck on your nipple and my hand moves to the other nipple to rub and pinch it. Your body begins to really rick on mine, trying to get me as deep as possible. I rub your ass and thighs. I feel your hands rubbing all over my biceps and chest.

You cum again and lose the rest of your strength. You then rest your body down on mine, I lift my butt up and begin to fuck you while you lay on me… in this position I can go very fast, so I do and with you being on top gravity helps me slam into you. You love it, I can tell by your moaning. You then sit up again and I push my pelvis up in you and hold still as you rock your pussy back and forth on my dick hard. You are close to cuming for the last time, as am I. You yell out as you cum on my hard cock. I grab your ass as I cum inside you. We climax together.

We slow down. And you lay on top of my body. Both of us panting hard. I feel cum and pussy juices running down my balls. Soon we are cuddling. You turn over and pull me into a deep kiss, perfect dessert for sex.

After relaxing a bit you say, “That was supposed to be a punishment?” You laugh and later remind me that I owe you an outfit.

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Teenage Crush

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It had been a while since I had seen her. Three years to be exact. Her brother and I played on the high school football team. He was the quarterback and I was the wide receiver. We were a good team and went to the state championship. After the games she was always giving me the eye. When I left she was just fifteen. I always wanted to fuck her, but my friends thought she was too young. They called her jailbait and so no pussy was worth going to the slammer for.

Late at night I would lie in bed thinking of her tight little pussy and her even tighter ass as I stroked my cock. In my fantasy she was always a good fuck. My good little whore.

I left for college and had forgotten about her till I ran into her brother. He told me that his little sister had a mad crush on me but knew I would never give her the time of day.

There was no way I was going to tell him that I masturbated thinking of his little sister.

I acted cool about the whole thing when asking for her number. Telling him, “Maybe I’ll give her a call just to say Hi”.

I did not wait to return to my room, I called her from my cell phone.

She seemed exited to hear from me and we hit it off pretty well. So well, in fact, that she decided to come visit me.

Someone can change a lot in three years and that night as I was in bed stroking my cock I wonder how much she had changed. Thinking of her again gave me a powerful orgasm, my jism shot up to the middle of my chest.

The next day she was right on time, when I heard a knock at the door I peered through the peephole and saw her standing they’re looking nervous. I opened the door and gasped. She was stunning. Her shoulder length black hair fell perfectly around a slightly snobby looking, but cute face. She was wearing a black skirt and a red top. And I could see she had grown in the breast department as well. I invited her in and we made small talk before deciding to go out for dinner.

Dinner was uneventful; she showed no signs in being interested in me. Discouraged, I took her back to my place and we started to watch TV. I offered to make her a drink and she accepted. Knowing it couldn’t hurt to get her a little tipsy, I made her a rum & coke. After three more drinks the conversation changed from small talk to sex. I asked her if she ever thought about me.

“Yes,” she said with a little giggle.

We started talking about old times. We could not recall the name of the old English teacher. She asked if I happen to have my high school yearbook. With luck I did, it was in my bedroom. In a few minutes we were in my room sitting on my bed. She was trying to find the teacher in the yearbook as I was looking at the way the thin fabric of her skirt rested on her silky smooth thigh.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the neck. She turned her head to the side and moaned as her eyes closed. I gently took the book from her and placed it on the nightstand. My lips worked their way from her neck up to her lips and she returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she said. If she only knew that I too had been waiting the same from her. I wondered if she ever played with her pussy and thought of me?

I ran my hands through her hair as our tongues continued to dance in each other’s mouths. She kissed my lips then bahis firmaları broke away to kiss my ear. That’s when she whispered something to me that almost made me cum in my pants.

“I want you to use me in every way you ever dreamed of. I want to be your little whore.”

With no further encouragement I helped her off with her top and bra and took her tits my hands. I rubbed her nipples between my finger and thumb as we continued kissing. I was surprised a little when her hand dropped to my crotch and she started rubbing the straining bulge in my pants. She then helped me pull my shirt over my head and dropped her face to my stomach kissing her way up my torso. When our lips met again it was with even more passion and her moans became louder and more frequent. My hand lightly brushed her leg and she squirmed pushing her hips forward. I reached under her skirt and touched her silky panties, feeling the outline of her smooth little pussy lips. I could feel the fabric was getting quite moist. She started to remove her skirt, but I stopped her.

“Leave it on.”

She nodded and continued caressing my cock through my pants. I reached under her and pulled her damp panties down her legs. She lay back on the bed and I lay beside her, with my hand stroking her sweet little shaved pussy.

“I shaved for you,” she said.

“I love it shaved, thank you.”

I pressed my finger into her slit and felt her wetness. My finger worked its way into her tight little cunt moving in and out getting nice and wet.

“So you want to be my little whore?”

“Oh yes,” she replied between moans.

“Will you do anything I ask?”

“Anything! I just want you so bad.”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“God yes!!”

She needed no further prompting and immediately began undoing my belt. I helped a little, as I could not wait to have her sweet little mouth wrapped around my dick. She pulled off my pants and underwear together and gripped my rock hard cock in her small hand. I put my hand behind her head and slowly guided her face down to my waiting member.

“Suck it Baby!”

I almost fainted when her little red lips parted and swallowed my throbbing cock. She brought her head up slowly letting her mouth drag up my shaft leaving a trail of saliva behind her. As she continued her work I reached back and resumed stroking her slit. When my finger was nice and wet I lightly ran it over her asshole. This made her moan louder and suck harder.

“Lick my balls, my little whore.”

Her tongue instantly dropped to my hairless sac and she licked it up and down as my finger continued its exploration of her backside. I pushed the tip of my finger into her tight little butt hole and she pushed her hips back onto my hand.

“You like my finger in your ass?”

“Uh huh,” she managed to say between moans and licks. “I always finger my asshole and pretend it’s your cock.”

She was turning out to be quite adventurous. Not the shy teenager in my fantasies.

I pulled out my finger and lay on the bed.

“Climb aboard baby, I want to taste your pussy too.”

She needed no further encouragement and swung a leg over my face placing her pussy inches away from my eager tongue. I stuck my tongue out and touched her clit teasing it with quick flicks.

She lowered herself down and grasped my cock in kaçak iddaa her hand and began to suck with renewed vigor. My hands grasped her ass as I shoved my tongue deep into her sweet pussy. As we continued our sixty-nine I found myself staring up at her crinkled little anus.

Remembering her admiration of my finger play back there I pushed her body forward and spread her cheeks. Her mouth was pushed from my dick and she returned her tongue to my balls. I planted soft kisses up her pussy lips and around her little hole. I circled her ass with my tongue getting closer and closer.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it.”

“What would my little sweet whore like?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“She wants you to lick her asshole!”

“Oh you’re a naughty little slut aren’t you?”

“Please do it! I want it so… Ohhhhhhhh!”

Her pleading was cut short as my tongue tip touched her tight virgin butt hole. My tongue was soon replaced with my lips as I planted a deep kiss on her ass, pushing my tongue up inside her.

She gasp and said, “Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good!”

Her tongue lapped at my balls and even touched my asshole a few times. This drove me crazy and I shoved my tongue harder into her ass penetrating her tight muscular ring. I wanted nothing more than to have my tongue completely up her hot asshole! As I kept feeding her butt I reached down and pushed on her head forcing it further down my body. She got the hint when I lifted my hips, and she pressed the top of her head into the bed in effort to reach my ass. Her nimble little tongue traced its way down my taint and ran over my asshole. I moaned and sucked her ass as hard as I could as I felt the tip of her tongue wiggle its way into my butt. The feeling was amazing! After a few more minutes of ass licking sixty-nining I asked her to get off. She did and I sat up kissing her deeply.

I pushed her back onto the bed and lay on top of her in the missionary position.

“Yes! Fuck me!” she said like a good little whore. “Please fuck me, I need your big long hard cock inside my hot pussy”

I placed the head of my spit covered cock at the entrance to her hairless cunt and pushed gently.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she moaned under her breath as I penetrated her moist hole with my throbbing dick.

I pushed all the way in until I could feel my balls pressing against her lips. She was so warm and tight it almost made me cum instantly. But I held on and began a slow rhythm of grinding my hips downwards into her young body. All the while she moaned and fingered her clit. Then I asked her.

“Have you done this before?”

“Yes. Yes I did it with my boyfriend a few times.”

So there it was. She wasn’t even a virgin. I had missed my chance to deflower her, but I wouldn’t miss anymore chances.

“You have a boyfriend?” I asked as I pulled out almost all the way and then plunged back into her wet pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Yes, we’ve been going out for a month now.”

“Does he know that you came here to be my little whore?”

She bit her lip in pleasure and increased the strumming on her clit.

“No, and I don’t care. I’m your whore. I’m your ass licking slut!”

I couldn’t believe the vulgarity of this young girl, but I loved every minute of it.

In response I started pounding kaçak bahis my cock into her cunt a little bit harder.

“Did you like licking my ass?”

She was moaning as she replied “Oh yes! I could lick your ass for hours. I always fantasized about doing that to you.”

I started to change from pounding her, to a slow grind to which she was quite responsive. “What else are you interested in?” I asked. “Tell me your dirtiest kinkiest fantasy.”

As I drove my massive cock into her wet pussy she told me “I want to be fucked by lots of guys. Passed around like a cheap slut, forced to suck cocks and lick assholes. I want to be fucked in every hole on my body and made to swallow load after load of cum.”

Her fantasy started to turn me on a little too much and I didn’t want our fun to end so soon, so I slowed down a little and then pulled out. Since she was my whore I ordered her to bend over! Soon she was on her hands and knees with her cute little ass up in the air before me. “What a nice asshole you have, I think my cock would fit perfect in your booty hole. Beg for my cock”.

She little out a little whisper “Fuck my ass!” I slapped her ass and told her louder. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder and said, “FUCK MY TIGHT ASS, GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR JISM SHOOTING IN MY ASS.

Hearing her say this was making the blood rush thru my cock. I wanted to fuck her ass till she begged me to stop. I slipped my cock into her wet pussy to get it nice and slippery then I lubed up her asshole with her own juices. I could feel the anticipation as I placed the head of my swollen cock at the tiny puckered entrance. With one push the head penetrated the tight ring and popped in. She let out a low moan and I knew it was hurting her. Slowly I pushed my hips forward driving my dick deeper into her hole, until my balls were resting on her swollen pussy lips. I reached around and started to play with her clit as I let my cock hold its position deep inside her. I started to pull back and I glanced down to see her tight little asshole squeezing my dick like a vice. As I increased the rubbing on her clit she started to shudder.

“Fuck, yes!” she screamed. “I’m coming!!”

Her whole body tensed up and I felt her ass tighten even more. I began thrusting a little harder, my cock sliding freely in and out of her tight butt hole. When I felt myself starting to cum I pulled out quickly startling her.

“Turn around!” I commanded abruptly.

She swiveled around and I grasped the back of her hair with one hand and grabbed my cock in the other.

“Open your mouth!”

Her cute little lips parted and I thrust my dick into her open mouth just as I started to cum. With a shudder I fired load after load of hot fluid into the young girl’s waiting mouth. To my pleasure her lips closed around my shaft and she sucked me dry swallowing every drop.

Exhausted I fell back on the bed and she fell by my side. We soon fell asleep and woke early in the morning. I was hoping to pound that sweet pussy of hers but she said she had to be back to watch her boyfriend’s basketball game. Not wanting to seem greedy I did not ask for more. We said our goodbyes and after a long passionate kiss she whispered in my ear:

“Anytime you want me to be your little whore again just give me a call.”

And with that she headed off down the hallway. I watched her as she left, getting one last glimpse at her ass. There would be a next time. I went back into my room and called my buddy Steve and asked if he was busy next weekend?

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Stories

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She leaned over and turned the water off. The tub was nearly full and she did not want it to overflow when she got in. She raised her leg and tested the temperature of the water with her toe. It was hot, but not too hot and she stepped over the high side of the tub and stood for a moment letting the warmth travel up her legs relishing the chills it left in its wake. She looked down and watched her nipples stiffen and rise from her breasts. The response of her body to any kind of stimulus had always fascinated her. Placing her hands on the edges of the tub, she slowly lowered herself until she was sitting. The water flowed around her body as it was submerged and caressed her like warm soft hands. Steam rose from the surface and the scent of the oil she had added mixed with it and she breathed deeply of the aroma. With a sigh she leaned her head back and let the scented air and water close around her. She closed her eyes and when she did she heard His voice again . . . deep and mellow, soothing and arousing at the same time . . . the words of His story flowing into her ear . . . seducing her . . . drawing her into the picture He was painting . . . until she could see and feel everything He was describing. It had all been so real that her orgasms had left her weak and trembling. How many there had been she could not even remember; they seemed to flow one into another until she was crying aloud, holding the phone close to her mouth so that he could hear every gasp, every sigh, every moan, every scream.

With her eyes still closed, she smiled and let the memories absorb her. She had been lying in bed, missing him, wanting to call but not wanting to disturb Him. He was away on business and she knew He would be busy. He had been gone two days and would be gone for two more and she was feeling lonely and aroused. All day long thoughts of Him and their reunion had played in her mind so that by evening she was seriously considering taking matters into her own hands. She knew it would be all right with Him, He had given her permission, but the prospect of being güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri alone afterward did not appeal to her very much. Still, images and fantasies continued to tease her. If she could only hear the sound of His voice, she thought, she would be okay. Talking to Him always made her feel better.

The ringing of the phone had been such an abrupt interruption of her thoughts that she had actually jumped. Slightly breathless, she had answered the phone and felt His voice reaching through the line to kiss her ear. Immediately, she was flooded with emotions. She had not expected to hear from Him so her joy was mixed with surprise. For a moment she feared that something was wrong, but then she heard Him smile and she was again filled with a delight that was distinctly seasoned with arousal.

That arousal had only grown stronger when He had told her that He had written a new story and had called to read it to her. Trembling slightly with anticipation, she had done what He had told her and had taken off her clothes and lay naked on the bed, waiting for the story to begin. As He began reading and her mind transformed the words into images, her body had begun to respond. She spread her legs apart when He described how the woman in the story was tied to the bed. With her free hand she reached and took hold of the headboard and imagined the feel of the velvet ropes around her wrists. When He spoke of the woman’s rising excitement and heightened sensations, she had felt them as well. Her hand traveled the same path over her body as His hand moved over the bound and helpless woman in the story. His words, his voice, guided her to the intimate place between her legs and when her fingertips had brushed her clit, she had been unable to stifle a gasp. A short pause on His end as He savored the sound had been followed by more words . . . more pictures . . . each sentence building upon the previous one . . . relentlessly building the tension. When the woman in the story strained against the ropes, she had done so with her though güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the only restraints she wore were those His imagination had placed on her. She had felt the delicious tightness of them as if they had been real and had marveled at how He could dominate her with His words even when He was a thousand miles away.

She shifted in the tub and the small waves that the movement caused bounced off of the sides of the tub and returned to wash over the tops of her breasts. She was becoming aroused again. In spite of the orgasms she had already had, she could feel the familiar tingling and she slipped her right hand beneath the surface of the water. Her left hand moved to her breast and she began to lightly pinch the hard nipple. The oil in the water helped her hands to slide easily over her skin. Her breathing quickened as the hand in the water slid between her legs and she began to stroke her outer lips with her fingertips. In her mind the memory of the story continued.

The woman on the bed was quivering and trying desperately to capture His touch as His hand moved slowly ever closer to her pussy. As she had listened she had mimicked His caresses until she, too, was quivering. By this time, the woman in the story had become real to her and she heard the echo of her voice as they both whispered, “Please” together. When He had finally touched them she had dipped her fingers into her wetness and moaned into the phone. Her skin had been warm and flushed and her breathing had been rapid. He had heard it and she had heard the edge of excitement that had creeped into His voice as He read. The woman in the story was moving inexorably closer to the edge of orgasm as His tongue moved down her body and between her legs. Holding the phone as close to her ear as she could, she had struggled to hear Him over the sound of her own increasingly loud breathing. She had watched as the woman suddenly lifted her hips up off the bed and screamed through the orgasm that His tongue had brought her, and then, in a blinding rush, güvenilir bahis şirketleri she had been overtaken by an orgasm of her own that was also caused by His tongue.

With the aftershocks still moving through her body, He had relentlessly continued the story. She and the woman in the story came again . . . and again. The sheets beneath her had been soaked and she was literally writhing as her own hands followed the movements of His in the story and teased her nipples and her clit and even the tight opening of her ass. The waves of pleasure had been washing over her one after another and she had screamed into the phone more than once. Finally, the story had drawn to an end and she had laid trembling and panting with the fingers of her right hand still deep inside her pulsating pussy, trying to catch her breath and listening to His words of love and devotion soothing her as she came down.

Now, as she lay in the tub remembering, she felt the tension building again and she shuddered as it overtook her and some of the water sloshed over the edge of the tub. She moaned loudly and pushed her fingers in deeper in order to prolong the sensation and pressed her feet against the wall, holding her body tense and rigid until the wave passed and the pleasure gradually receded. For a moment or two she lay still before she realized that the water had begun to cool. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body. She felt relaxed and a little drowsy. After brushing her hair, she walked into the bedroom, dropped the towel and slipped naked into the bed.

Pulling the blankets up she snuggled down into them and sighed contentedly. The bed was still empty without Him there, but she could not help smiling at the memories. She rolled over and felt the moistness that was still on the sheets from earlier and incredibly it caused a stirring in her once again. She could not believe that she was still aroused. She had thought the orgasm in the tub would be her last for the night, but now she realized that there was going to have to be one more. Switching on a light, she reached for the papers lying on the table and began to read again one of the other stories He had written and as she did so she heard His voice and His words and knew that He was always there . . . in the stories . . .

Copyright by The Gentle Man, 2002

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Stockings and Some Milk

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When I was twenty I took a job in a govt. corporation as a messenger while awaiting exam results. Almost all the ladies in the human resources dept. out of which I worked soon became nice and friendly towards me; the young, the not so young, the middle aged and the few old heads. Of course, many of them were friendly for practical reasons – they could get me to run errands for them on company time when I was out delivering documents.

Others showed interest for a more personal reason and I had a bunch of playmates, so to speak, who engaged in a range of interactions ranging from joking and teasing; light to brazen flirting and in some cases less than subtle expressions of sexual interest. After all I was young, good looking, smart, good mannered, helpful and a budding poet, some of my work finding a place in two local newspapers. Some of the ladies would compliment my work and sometimes seek to engage me in discussions. Within the first three months I’d managed to bone two of the younger ones.

One of the light teasers was Ms. West, an early to mid-thirties married woman. Her husband, a perpetually grumpy fellow, would drop her off every morning and then return for her in the afternoon after picking up their two kids one, a two year old who was still breastfeeding. I came by that last bit of information after overhearing a conversation between Ms. West and another lady.

Ms. West was a shapely chubby woman of half Black, half East Indian ancestry. She was very dark; her skin a smooth shade of black if there is such a thing. She was a jovial soul, with glittery eyes that were of an unusual olive-like colour. Her lips were full and wide and almost always in a stage of smiling, which made her dimples immediately noticeable. I liked her and enjoyed the playful little punches and body bounces she liked giving me.

One day, after returning from road duties, I went into the messenger’s room which was at the end of a corridor that had a number of offices. She was at the stencil machine printing a document. Her usually happy face bore a look of solemnity and I could see she’d been crying because tear stains were on her dark cheeks. While enquiring if she was alright I took the chance and placed a hand on her shoulder. She immediately leaned her cheek briefly onto the back of my hand. She assured me that she would be alright, saying that she’d been briefly overwhelmed by a personal family problem.

She gave my free hand a little squeeze and thanked me for my concern. From that day onwards a bond developed between us that progressed as the weeks went by. We mutually and often sought out each other’s company.

Of the four messengers I was the only one who remained in the office during the one hour lunch break. I’d sit in the room and eat a snack brought from home or one acquired from a little café up the street when returning from my last morning task. The remaining time I’d spend reading or working on a poem, and had earned the nickname ‘professor’.

One morning Ms. West asked me to stop at a downtown department store and buy her a pair of black, nylon panty hose. She was going to a funeral after work, and needed something black to go along with her work canlı bahis clothes. At the store I saw a mannequin displaying sexy red mesh stockings that reached far up the thighs, stopping just below the crotch. I imagined Ms. West in it and even though and even though they cost twice as much as those she’d sent me for I purchased them, thinking that such a gift could set things in motion to take our relationship to new heights. I returned on the stroke of lunch break and most of the office was on their way out. None of my mates were around and I saw no sign of Ms. West so I took the package to my room.

Ten minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door and she came in beaming.

“You got it Professor?”

She closed the door and turned the safety knob which I thought was a bit odd but did not question it. I handed her the package and surprise showed on her face as she looked at the contents.

“What’s this?” she asked, holding up the red stockings.

“Just a little gift for you, I saw it on a mannequin in the store and thought it would look just as nice on you.”

She examined the stocking and I saw a fiery glint take over her eyes.

“But what’s the occasion; it’s not my birthday and it’s not Christmas?

“No occasion, just my way of saying thanks for being so nice and to let you know that I think you’re a very attractive woman.”

“Ooh, that’s so sweet, but you shouldn’t have, this must have cost you a lot.”

“It’s OK; your friendship is worth it.”

She stared into my eyes steadily for about ten seconds before saying:

“You don’t need to buy me presents to make me know you find me attractive. I already know that by the way you look at me. Anyhow, thanks.”

She stepped forward and gave me a little peck on the cheek then walked pass me to a far corner near a desk.

“I’ll try on the one I have to wear this afternoon to make sure they’re alright. If they aren’t you’ll have to go get me another pair. So you, young man, will have to look in the other direction for a few minutes”

I turned around and stared at the silent door, nervous and excited from the thought of what was there to be seen behind me if I only turned around before being told to do so; My cock, understandably, growing hard as wood in my trousers.

I’m no fool, she could have asked me to leave the room for a while or better yet go to the ladies room which was just next door. There she would have had privacy and a mirror. And then there was the issue of her turning the safety knob the moment she entered the room. She was either testing me, sending me a message or offering up herself for a quick fuck there on the spot. So after about three minutes of silence I turned around.

She had her skirt pulled all the way up to her belly button and was just about to pull the panty hose past her crotch; and what a lovely sight that crotch was. I gasped when I saw the fat lump of tempting womanhood covered in tight red lace. She didn’t look in any way startled by my uninvited turn around, but never-the-less calmly said:

“You’re supposed to be looking the other way Professor.”

“There’s nothing nice to look at on that door,” I said casually.

“And bahis siteleri what’s so nice to look at over here?” she asked.

Without pulling down her skirt, she continued pulling the hose up in place around her lovely black body, higher than necessary, the seam slicing the thick lips, adding extra emphasis to the red covered lump. The sight simply blew my mind and my cock bucked, messaging me its need to spill hot cum between those thick thighs.

“That” I said, pointing with my chin as I looked below her waist.

“What, these big old fat thighs?”

“Yes, those big old fat thighs as you call them and something else too.”

“Really, what’s that?”

“Your big, old, fat pussy.”

“That’s a bad word, you wicked boy.”

“Maybe, but I like how it sounds,” I whispered.

She laughed heartily, her heavy bosom jumping. She suddenly pulled down her skirt,

“You satisfied with the stockings?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking down. “How they look to you?”

“Fine, a nice fit”

“Well, maybe I should get out of them until this afternoon, or just keep them on, what do you think”

“I think you should get out of them and try on the red ones”

“What, there’s no time for all that,” she said, looking surprised.

“There’s time for that and more. We have more than half an hour before people start coming back into the office.”

She looked at me steadily without replying and then started rolling down the waist of the hose, almost taking down her panties in the process. I got a glimpse of neatly trimmed curly black hair above her labia.

“Face the door, and this time wait until I tell you to look around,” she said.

It seemed like a lifetime before I heard her say:

“You may turn around now”

I spun around and stared with popping eyes at the seductive sight, my mouth open, my heart beating wildly.

“How do I look?”

“Fucking sexy,” I blurted. Out.

“Oops, you said another bad word. But this time I like how it sounds.”

She giggled softly, with a tinge of shyness on her face but her eyes blazed sexual desire as I looked her over lustily, deeply impressed by the hot, juicy, dark meat before me, wrapped in thin, red, lace panties; She hadn’t put on the red stockings.

“Time’s running out Professor” she whispered, spurring me into action.

I stepped forward and she leaned against the desk, spreading her plump thighs wide as my hand dived between them cupping her massive vulva and gently massaging it. She put her mouth to mine and gave me a deep but gentle kiss; a love kiss. I pulled the leg of the panty aside and inserted a stiff middle finger. She hissed and wiggled. I felt her hands undoing my pants waist. When she had it and my briefs pulled down to my knees she gripped my cock and squeezed it hard.

“I want this now.”

“Give me a second,” I said.

Dropping to my knees I pulled the panties down. She stepped out of one leg. Pulling the big lips of her vulva apart, I licked the revealed deep pink insides of her vagina and then her clit for about a minute. Then I sprung up and placed the head of my cock to her entrance. Her fingers helped me center it as I arched bahis şirketleri my back, and then straightened up, sending the impatient tool up into her close confines. She made a little subdued squeal and I wasted no time. I began hammering her hard and fast, wanting to come as quick as I could because of the time factor.

She leaned back on her hands and took the pounding silently, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open wide but holding back any telltale sounds. After a few minutes I leaned over and gripping her behind the knees lifted her off the floor, plopping her fleshy ass down on the desk top. She instinctually pulled her legs far back, holding them close to her chest, and I re-entered the hot hungry cunt, filling her surprisingly tight hole with big, hard, man meat. Her pussy gobbled it all up.

While she took the pounding she released her legs and opened her blouse, pulling the bra over the black globes, letting them tumble out. I heard her say:

“If you hadn’t lunch yet you may have some milk.”

I quickly attacked a long black nipple as she squeezed the round sponge ball sending hot baby food spurting into my mouth. I moved over to the other one and ate some more. After feeding, I leaned back and watched the huge bubbies bouncing about as I fucked her hard. I took one of each in a hand and suddenly remembering the time factor went into top gear with my thrusting hips. I felt myself coming, and her hands pushing against my chest hard. She said:

“I haven’t had lunch as yet.”

She quickly slid down and took me between her lips. I made a few more thrusts and then emptied my thick cum into her mouth and down her throat. She was working on her clit with her hand as she sucked me dry.

“I’m still hungry,” I said.

She understood and hastily got back on the desk top and pulled her legs back. I went straight for the clit with my mouth and within two minutes she was coming hard. I gripped her tightly, keeping my mouth to her center of pleasure as she shook out the orgasm.

When she was near finished I give her a little bonus. I stuck a stiffened tongue against her puckered hole and probed the twitching back door.

“You know bad things as well as bad words Professor, you’ll have me looking forward to your lessons” She whispered.

We quickly cleaned up and she moved to the door. I handed her the stockings that were on the desk. She looked at the black one and said:

“I was in such a hurry getting out of these I ruined them,”

She showed me the huge rip and I hoped she wouldn’t ask me to go get another pair when I next went out.

“You’ll have to go to the funeral without black”

She looked at me with a deadpan face “What funeral, you believed that?”

Later that afternoon when her husband turned up to collect her he found her standing safely in a group of fellow workers chatting merrily as usual. I was there too, poised on my bicycle. She bade us all goodbye before moving toward the car with an extra bounce in her step and jokingly said to the happy looking baby:

“Mommy doesn’t have any milk for you today, another baby drank it all.”

The baby laughed joyfully, guessing that she was only joking. Seating herself, she looked at me, smiling softly. I rode away shortly afterward as happy as the baby; satisfied and assured of similar lunch break action and more milk in the coming days. She had promised that earlier.

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