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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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Stepping Out Ch. 02

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Seeing that they had no other options, Jackie said, “Please come in and sit down. Allow us to explain.”

Kendall turned to Mark, who was still standing in the doorway. Her raised eyebrows questioned what he wanted to do. He did come inside, but seemed undecided about what to do. “We did come here for answers,” she reminded.

With a conciliatory nod, he walked to the sofa and sat. Kendall followed, careful not to sit too close and give anything away. She was about to learn that that cat was out of the bag.

Jackie took a seat in a chair across from them, Joseph stepped up behind her and stood. Mark couldn’t help but notice her nice legs as her short skirt rose on her thighs, but it managed to still cover the private parts. Her button-down shirt was loose and didn’t reveal much of what she had up top, but he could tell her breasts were ample. Kendall also noticed, had similar thoughts as her stepbrother, and further thought she saw some interest in his eyes. That made her give Joseph a good look. He was much the same height and size as Mark, and almost as good-looking.

“It’s true, we have been watching you,” she began by admitting. “In the weeks before classes started, we saw the two of you doing things together, going out and such and thought you were boyfriend and girlfriend. And when we learned you were stepsister and stepbrother, we became intrigued that, even with that connection, you still were a couple. You didn’t seem to care what anyone thought about your step relationship.”

“That’s because—”

Mark put a hand on Kendall’s leg to shush her. “Go on,” he said.

Ignoring her stepbrother, Kendall demanded, “Just cut to the chase and tell us what your angle is.”

With a nod, Jackie revealed, “Joseph is my stepbrother.”

Mark and Kendall shot each other looks that said neither had seen that coming. It also settled them down a bit.

“When I returned home this summer,” Jackie went on, “Joseph and I saw each other differently. We became attracted to one another. With our parents’ blessing we started dating. That’s when the problems started. My friends thought it was stupid and didn’t like Joseph—”

“And mine reacted pretty much the same,” Joseph spoke for the first time. “So, we started going to out-of-the-way places where we wouldn’t run into them.”

“It was great to be together,” Jackie added, “but to some extent, we felt like outcasts. We didn’t want the same thing to happen here in college. So, when we heard about the two of you and observed you, Joseph came up with an idea to attempt to date each of you to learn the exact nature of your relationship, and if it was what we thought and hoped it was, maybe I could pretend to date Mark and Joseph Kendall and we could double-date, but really be . . .” The stunned faces of Mark and Kendall caused her to trail off. “Okay, so, it wasn’t a great idea.”

“Actually,” Mark said, “not a bad idea, just poorly executed.”

“Why all of the subterfuge?” Kendall wanted to know. “Why didn’t you just come and talk to us?”

Jackie shrugged. “As Mark said, poorly executed.”

“So, does this mean you guys would be willing to try it?” Joseph asked.

Once again, Mark and Kendall exchanged glances. Her expression told him she was relying on him for the answer, although he thought he detected some interest.

“We would be willing to discuss it,” Mark said.

“Great. What do you want to discuss?”

“I meant, Kendall and I will discuss it with each other first and get back to you.”

“Fair enough,” Joseph agreed.

“We’re sorry if we gave you the wrong impression,” Jackie offered. “This is all new to us. And I just want you to know, we’re all above board here. We have no ulterior motive.”

“I certainly hope not,” Mark said, standing. Kendall followed suit. “We’ll be in touch.”

* * *

“Wow! I didn’t see that coming,” Kendall said as they walked back to their apartment. “Think they’re fucking?”

“That’s a hell of a first question,” Mark commented with a chuckle. “Only from you. Why would that matter?”

She shrugged. “They want to be like us.”

“You think they think we are?”

“Bet they’d like to find out.”

“I’m not sure I get that from them.”

Back inside their apartment, Mark headed straight for the kitchen to fix dinner.

Kendall on his heels observed, “You seemed interested in Jackie. I saw you sizing her up. And that short skirt and legs were for you.”

“And you don’t think I noticed you staring at Joseph’s crotch?”

With a guilty grin, she pointed out, “He’s the same height and general build as you. Just curious if everything was the same.” She stepped closer to him and turned him to her. “But seriously, Mark, are you interested in her?”

“I could ask you the same thing about Joseph.”

“You’re evading answering. That must mean you are.”

“I love you, Kendall, and I love what we have together. But you know, neither of us have much of a dating history. We don’t have much experience with bahis firmaları other people. You ever think that maybe we might have missed out on something?”

“As a matter of fact, I have.” But she was quick to add, “And that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with you.”

“What does it mean?”

“I’m really not sure,” she answered honestly.

“Does that mean we should try these two out?” a now confused Mark asked.

“Not sure what we would really get out of that. Sounds like they really just want to use us.”

“We don’t really have any friends here at school. It could be the start of something.”

“But what if that something is you really falling for Jackie, or me for Joseph, or vice-versa?” Kendall posed.”

“Hmmm, I hadn’t really considered that as a possibility,” Mark answered honestly. “I guess I thought we were just too into each other. We would just have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Then what did you mean before about missing out on something?”

“Just the dating experience. Just ’cause you date someone doesn’t mean it’s got to become anything more serious.”

She nodded, not in agreement, just that she understood what he said. “Not sure the two are always that easy to separate.”

The discussion carried them through a late dinner, to bed and right to an uneasy slumber. Though they were leaning toward accepting Jackie and Joseph’s proposal, they hadn’t actually decided to do it.

* * *

His hand on her breast brought her to wakefulness. She smiled. They were sort of spooning, so she reached behind her gently cupping his head, pulling it against hers. She twisted her neck in an attempt to kiss whatever part of his face she could, and the act caused him to awaken. He lifted his head and they kissed. He let his hand travel down her side to her naked hip and then back up to her breasts. The kiss became more passionate.

Spreading her legs slightly, Kendall pumped her hips a couple times, and Mark’s hand dove down to greet her pussy. He forced a finger between her lips, rubbing up and down, but not entering her. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, kneading the little button until she could take no more.

Squirming away, she wrapped her hand around his now hard cock and pretended to chew on it, though inflicting no pain. A moment later, she had it in her mouth. Kendall sucked it as though she hadn’t tasted it in some time, even though it had just been last night. She loved sucking his dick. It just seemed to fit her mouth perfectly. Of course, the only other penis she had ever had in her mouth was that of her stepfather. It made her wonder what other cocks would be like and she tried to chase away an image of Joseph’s rod her mouth—even though she had never seen it.

Mark was enjoying this wake-up call also. She had become so good at oral sex, and best of all, she loved to do it. He owed her mother, his stepmother, gratitude for that. Donna had to be the best cocksucker around. Even though she and Kendall had been the only two mouths his dick had been in, he couldn’t imagine anyone being any better at it than his stepmom. Sometimes, it was nice in the morning when he wasn’t fully awake to just lie back and let her have at it, particularly when she sucked him from flaccid to full hard on. Her lips sliding up and down his shaft was an amazing feeling. And sometimes, she was so into it, it felt as though she was going to devour it.

But that could also work against him in the sense that Kendall got herself so aroused from it that she had to have her pussy satisfied. That was obviously the case this morning as she arose to her knees and straddled him, grabbed his cock and slowly inserted it into her hot pussy. The heat was apparent as she slid down on his rod. Of course, there was nothing wrong with having his dick buried in her vagina either, it embraced him like the proverbial velvet glove. He also liked her being on top: he was able to watch her tits bounce and see her pussy lips adjust to his shaft as she went up and down, and then when she rotated her hips and his cock rolled around the inner walls of her vagina, it was all heaven.

But his mind tempted him with the wonder of how Jackie’s pussy would feel. He tried to shake that image from his head, but he also thought about how different Kendall’s and Donna’s pussies were. To purge these thoughts, Mark quickly rolled Kendall over so that he was on top and bent down to kiss her as he fucked her. But perhaps that wasn’t a solution as he envisioned Jackie’s pouty lips.

Little did he know that Kendall was also imagining what Joseph’s kisses would be like. Wanting to relieve her mind also, she turned onto her stomach as Mark readjusted. “Fuck me hard,” she groaned through gritted teeth.

And he did. It was as though they both had to screw vigorously to stay focused on each other. Mark rolled her on her side, bent her upper leg at the hip and knee and continued to plow her.

“Oh, yeah, I like that,” she exclaimed. It was amazing kaçak iddaa how little twists and turns of the body could produce new and different feelings. She reached down to finger her clit as he pumped away. Thoughts of Joseph and Jackie wormed their way back into her brain as she began to feel the building of an orgasm. To counteract those thoughts, she turned onto her back pulling Mark on top in the classic missionary. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled his head firmly against hers, cheek to cheek. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

Sensing that Kendall might have been having thoughts similar to his about their new friends, Mark was glad to finish off this way. He slowed his pace, suddenly feeling the emotion of their closeness. The both kept their moans low as their orgasms built, and each let out whimpering sounds as they came in loving, tender harmony.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as his warm cum filled her with much more than liquid.

It wasn’t one of those massive, muscle-tensing, teeth-gritting, body trembling climaxes that their intense fucking frequently produced. It was quiet, loving and in many ways, much more satisfying.

Afterward, Kendall whispered, “Whatever we do, promise me we’ll never lose this.”

“I promise,” Mark responded, feeling the same.

“I’m willing to try it with Joseph and Jackie, but I don’t want it to come between us.”

“I totally agree.”

“I have to be honest,” Kendall said, “I had thoughts of what it would be like with Joseph.”

“As did I about Jackie.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we’ve never really done it with anyone else except my dad and your mother.”

“Does it mean we want to?” Kendall wanted to know.

“I listened to one of those radio shrinks that people would call in to for quick answers to problems. This one guy said his girlfriend wanted to have a threesome with another guy. She didn’t tell him that the other guy was bisexual. When they had the threesome, the girlfriend had her boyfriend so aroused that she convinced him to let the bisexual fuck him in the ass. The boyfriend kind of admitted that he was somewhat turned on by it. His question to the shrink was, did that mean he was turning bisexual. The shrink said that the guy was just turned on by the highly erotic nature of the situation; that it was no indication that his sexual preference or orientation was changing. The shrink said that if there was a next time, the guy might or might not find it stimulating.”

“So, what does that mean?” a somewhat confused Kendall asked.

“Just that the fantasy of doing it with someone else is stimulating, not that actually doing it is,” Mark tried to explain, not really certain he knew what he was talking about. “But that shouldn’t even be an issue with Joseph and Jackie. It’s only supposed to be for show, anyway.”

“You’re right,” Kendall agreed. “And as you said, it might be nice to make some new friends. At least if we’re all in the same boat, we’ll understand each other.”

* * *

To be sure, Joseph followed Kendall home from class the next day. She and Mark had decided to wait a day or two before giving the other step-siblings their answer, just in case something occurred to them that they had not yet considered. Joseph attempted to make idle conversation with Kendall as they walked, and she could tell he was chomping at the bit to ask about what their decision was. There was really nothing substantive about their chat. She didn’t want to give away anything, nor ask a question without Mark’s input, but she was curious about one item.

“You and Jackie don’t live together?”

“No. She already had the one bedroom apartment last year and there were no two bedroom units available, so we had to live separately,” Joseph explained. “Fortunately, the one bedroom next door to hers became available, so I was able to get that.”

“So, that explains the stealth in moving from yours to hers,” Kendall deduced. “But at least, it’s convenient.”

“Not so much. Convenient would be having the two bedroom you guys have.”

“Yeah, but sometimes there’s such a thing as too much togetherness,” she threw out to throw him off guard.

“I guess so,” Joseph halfway agreed. “But I wouldn’t mind finding out for myself.”

“On the other hand, living separately could be a better cover for the two of you dating,” Kendall hypothesized.

“I guess you’re right, except that I wouldn’t be chased off when she was ready to go to bed.”

“There’s that,” Kendall remarked, but made a mental note to mention that to Mark. It could suggest that Joseph and Jackie were not sleeping together. And so far, there had been no evidence, verbal or otherwise, to suggest they were.

“Yeah.”

When they arrived at the complex, Kendall decided to throw Joseph a bone before saying goodbye. “We should have an answer for you tomorrow.”

“Oh, good. Look forward to it. Hope it’s favorable.”

Later, Kendall told her stepbrother about the encounter and he was kaçak bahis amused.

* * *

The next day, predictably, Mark had his own encounter. Jackie caught up with him as she had the previous time.

“Hey, boyfriend,” Jackie greeted.

“Hello, presumptuous,” Mark said with a grin.

“Just being positive.” She linked her arm in his, her breast rubbing against his arm.

Mark glanced down to see what had touched his arm. The other night as he had stared at her nice legs, he had wondered about her breasts. Today, having obviously been foretold of Mark and Kendall’s reveal tonight, Jackie had appeared with her own reveal, a low-cut, form-fitting shirt that left very little to his imagination. If he didn’t have Kendall, he would have been impressed. Still, if he was going to have a fake relationship with her he was glad she was attractive. He decided not to say anything about her attire now.

She saw him looking and smiled that she had his attention, but said nothing either.

“What time would you like us to come by?” Mark asked.

“Any time. The sooner, the better.” She made no attempt to hide her eagerness.

“Then we’ll see you . . . soon,” he said, teasingly.

* * *

“Okay. Last chance to change our mind,” Mark said as they prepared to go visit Jackie and Joseph.

“I guess I’m game if you are,” Kendall said. A part of her was excited, but she wasn’t sure why. “Are you?”

“You know, I keep having a feeling that there’s more to this than they are letting on. But on the other hand, there’s something about them that I like.”

“Them? Both of them or one of them?”

“And you?” Mark challenged.

“Should I change? Put on something a little more—you know—”

“Revealing?” Mark completed for her. “To compete with Jackie or for—”

“You, of course.”

“Then you’re fine just as you are.”

Kendall was wearing a collarless, button-up knit shirt and tight jeans. For good measure, she unbuttoned another button to reveal more cleavage and went as she was.

Mark and Kendall exchanged smirks when they passed Joseph’s apartment and he stepped out and walked with them the few steps to his stepsister’s flat. When they entered Jackie’s apartment, Mark hoped his face did not betray the fact that he was stunned by her appearance. She wore a short skirt of reasonable length, a sleeveless, low-cut top with narrow straps, and she had re-done her make-up to highlight her pouty lips and deep blue eyes.

Without anyone seeing, Kendall elbowed him gently in the ribs. When they were directed to sit on the sofa, she sat as close as she could without being in his lap, as a girlfriend, not stepsister, would. Strangely, Jackie sat in the same chair as on their last visit with her legs again on display and Joseph hovered nearby; and neither exhibited any sign that they were attempting to also be boyfriend and girlfriend.

“So, what’s it going to be?” Jackie asked with a big smile, showing a positive face.

In light of her dazzling appearance, Mark decided to ask, “Tell us again why the charade?”

That took a little of the wind out of her sails. “We want to make new friends. We don’t really have any. And we want to be able to date each other, and what better way to accomplish that than hooking up with another stepbrother and stepsister, and pretend to date them. Also, in the little time we’ve spent with the two of you, we like you.”

“And that’s it? That’s all there is to it?”

With a frown, seemingly of confusion, Jackie asked, “What more could there be?”

“What are you trying to accomplish with your attire?” Mark wanted to know.

She shrugged. “That, hopefully, I’m someone you would want to be seen with.”

Mark nodded.

“Look, if you guys don’t want to do this,” Joseph spoke up, “just say so.”

“Actually, we do want to,” Kendall said, cutting to the chase and thinking that Mark was being a little too careful. “The thing is, neither Mark nor I dated very much in high school because we just couldn’t find people that we were comfortable with. For me, because of my looks, too many guys were just after one thing. I’m sure you can relate to that, Jackie.”

Smiling her relief, Jackie agreed, “Only too well. Even here on campus last year. That was another reason for the attraction to Joseph. I already knew him as a kind person and he treats me like I want a man to treat me.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that until Mark came along.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s settled,” Joseph commented.

“When should we go on our first date,” Kendall asked.

Joseph and Jackie exchanged a look that gave Mark and Kendall sudden cause for concern.

“Uh,” Jackie began hesitantly. “We were thinking that maybe for the first date or two we should go separately. Not a double date.”

“That’s not what you said you wanted to do before,” Mark was quick to point out.

“We would have mentioned it the other night,” Joseph came back, “but you didn’t want to discuss anything.”

“We just thought,” Jackie went on, “that if we went on one or two dates separately out in public and people saw us, it would establish that Mark and I were dating and Joseph and Kendall were dating. Then we could start doubling.”

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Steamy Evening at German Hotel

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Warm peony and toasted vanilla soaks swiftly into my cool, damp skin. It softens and scents to my pleasure. After slipping out of the soapy bath I wish we’d shared, jet lag aside, I feel as fresh as morning. Still in the hotel waiting for him to be through with the machine gun interviews. Hours before, though, he didn’t seem to be stressing. Knew he’d handle them coolly. Legs crossed, hands gesticulating, expressive features fully animated. Pin straight suit and steady hand shake, firm as his blatant opinions. Smart, stubborn and oh, in that suit. My body already remembering the feel of him beneath it: thin charcoal layers, smooth, slippery almost as silk. Mmmmm. At any rate, if that company won’t take him, I will.

My body still slick with lotion, I slide into a nightie he bought me for Valentine’s one year. Sheer black and lace. Only for decoration, of course. Perky though they already are, it holds my two breasts taut, bringing them close into an ongoing kiss. I bought a set of stockings with garters to match and now, roll them up towards my pale, tender thighs. Like a real courtesan, at the service of one man only.

Skin aching under the material. It hugs me as lightly as his hands often will. Grazing me in long, soft lines, circling nipples, swimming about my belly.

Though blustery outside, over the lingerie, I plan to wear only my wooly pea coat, which ends abruptly at mid-thigh. Already see his face. Hear him: Impossible! How could I have known which hotel to come to? Gotten my ticket so speedily? I’ll be a dream… replacing his sleep with adventure, his fatigue with arousal and hands with my mouth, my fevered skin and inner folds. Unable to wait. Never waiting, my love.

Any minute now, in the parking lot, he’ll exit his father’s old Mercedes and saunter tiredly toward the elevator in the dully lighted lobby, evening having quieted the day’s flurry of incoming and outgoing guests. Can’t decide whether I’ll meet him just outside the front doors or stand invitingly outside his room. If only I had a copy of his key. Could simply lie sprawled atop his bed until he comes and act as though I’d always been there, as though he’d requested me, expected me, and meant to own me, now.

Pacing my room in three-inch pumps, black, sexy, close-toed, leather, ones he didn’t know I had. Trying them out and deciding and wondering. Outside. Outside the hotel. Can’t risk other guests spotting me in the hallway. Will see right through my coat and intentions. So check my gloss and cinch in my waist with my sash… to the elevator, I’m ready. He’ll be arriving in minutes, or seconds.

German winds knock angrily at the sturdy, square windows I pass and immediately I know the kind of mood I must remedy.

Ding. I’m in and alone, thank God. Down one floor, two, heart bursting, three, at ground. A guy in a black suit, head down, slouching steps through the entrance and wearily treads in my direction. I hesitate to step out and realize that it’s him. My eyes are stung. I lean onto the door frame, keeping it open. His eyes, lowered for a moment, notice my heels, the sheer, flimsy stockings. More alert now, his eyes trace my body, up to my dark, maroon lips and long, voluminous curls. Squinting, widening, squinting. I play the character and smirk, knowingly. Every cell of my body throbs, ready to pounce. But I’m solid.

His lips drop into an “O,” his forehead scrunching and then softening, his eyes alight and greener by the second.

Step in, I want to say, sexily. But can only manage- in slightly subdued excitement- “hey,” followed by a grin, cute and daring.

His mouth lifts into an open smile and laughs, his head continually shaking. The doors shut and I lose it almost at once, falling into fits of giggles, meekly biting my lip and feeling naughty. Hold it together for the last bit of our ride. I step closer in the cramped space, examining him thoroughly, hungrily.

–Honey? he says, Wh–

But I stop him, our magnetic lips inches apart.

–Later.

He still shakes his head, anxious to touch me, but unsure. Disbelieving. Perhaps he questions whether it’s really me, his eyes cheating, unwilling to let his body.

Ding. Our floor. I scour the hall, narrow, blinding white. I step, but still, he doesn’t move. I turn suddenly and plunge my fingers through his hair, fine, thin strands, nearly flipping at his neck, light, ash brown ends falling sporadically at his brows. canlı bahis I trail my fingers across the curve of his chin, just barely brushing his plump lower lip with the tip of my thumb. Drop it abruptly and stand, eyeballing. Though his suit, still looking freshly pressed maintains the look of a professional, his hair has clearly been aggressively rustled, the wind, a restless bully, already having done half the work.

Whether reflexively or from momentarily forgetting his shock, his arms spring out towards me. I cup them, hold and squeeze. Briefly. And bound down the hallway, him shortly at my heels. Already know his room. Pause at the door, anticipating him to grab for his keys. But… he’d have none of that.

In a flash, he scoops me round the waist, presses me urgently to the wall on the left of his door. Crushed together, our mouths lock at last, tongues dipping and shoveling the other’s. Almost can’t tell whose is whose, so furiously they tangle. His grunts initiate my own. I lose myself for a moment, our hands continually roaming, his, up my back and down, down, to the edge of the coat, fingering, lightly a bit of exposed thigh. Inhale! Exhale…. Smash myself a bit closer, if possible, longing to feel the ridges of his slim form. Sensing the bulk of my coat to be the problem, his hands sneak round the front, feeling for my sash.

Mind awakens by the sudden movement. Slide my own hands simultaneously into his pockets, cupping his steel hard cheeks. Clink clink. Bingo. Snatch the key with my left hand and set it quickly to the lock, careful not to release his lips. Click.

He swings it open and I nearly slam it as he hurries over to tug a chain on a small, shaded lamp on the night stand. We meet half way. Nimble fingers work at my coat until it falls limply at my feet.

Hm Hm Hmmm… a gurgled sort of laugh emits from his throat as he ogles the second part of my surprise. Pale in the low glow of the room, but creamy against stark black lingerie. Nipples peeking through lacy cups of gothic roses, lucent mesh squeezing my dainty ribs, hips and the start of my long, upper thighs.

–Geeez, honey…you’re so crazy, he says, his German tongue slapping the back of his throat.

–Yes. Hn. Hnn, I giggle. But you’re happy I am.

–I can’t believe you.

–I know. Me neither…. I got lucky.

–What do you mean?

–With the tickets…. But shush. Not now…. Oh honey, I love you so much.

–Awwhahahaa…sweetheart, I love yooou. How do I have such a girlfriend?

I wait to tell him we’ve only one night, one night to accomplish a few weeks full of yearning. Less talk, for once. As he’d say… just enjoy.

And wrap my arms round his hot neck, his entire body radiating heat despite the chill of the night. We embrace and peck each other over and over, taking turns suckling the other’s bottom lip. Minutes pass. Can’t stop grinning. Begin staring with such intensity, our gazes carving images with fire, red fire, on brains and hearts, intended to last.

My fingertips run across his narrow, defined cheeks, brushing his baby soft brows. I kiss his lids and step back, drinking in the effect of love-filled, lustful gaze, thrillingly blended with authoritative dress. An alarming pulse runs from the depths of my chest down below, landing with a splash at my tingling core and trickling down to my toes. I suddenly feel uncannily warm. Not a sweaty kind but a deep inner warmth, one that scarcely reaches the surface.

I attempt to slide our feet past the mini kitchen and mahogany dresser and cherry red T.V stand to match the billowy, cherry red comforter. Attempt to drag us straight to the bed. Attempt. But we don’t make it further than the dresser. Works just perfectly for the shelving of my butt. His hands at my hips, trying to perch me atop of it.

But, I think, not before I can worship his body, head to feet and back: kneel down, down, gliding along mink cashmere… ultra soft, mmmhnnn, nails digging lightly into hard, shapely thighs, toned, long calves, cheek riding down his front, over, over thick bulge and down. Mmm. His smell. Palms up, slither on up, up beneath the flaps of the coat. Single breasted. One button, two. And slip… it’s off. Hastily get to the top button of his shirt. Solid white, dressy, restraining. Lips press to his collar bone. They clasp and close: haahhhmmnn. Kiss. Lapping up his neck. Jaw line, swirling. Swirling up, around bahis siteleri the ear. Swipe lightly the delicate lobe. Ughnuuuhhh. He convulses, shoulders to knees. Hold him closer, harder and suckle the lobe, take it all into my mouth. Warm, wet and greedy. Fingers unweaving his belt. Find his lips in the struggle to unleash its tail end and finally, finally fling it off. Way, way across the room. Yanking at the remaining pant button. Yank, pull. Hnn!

He replaces my hands and roughly slides them off himself, clad now in wrinkled shirt and boxers. Taking control, he promptly settles me onto the dresser, my back lining hard, smooth, white wall. He buries his face in the hollow of my breasts, wrapping his arms around me desperately. My hands combing and knotting his hair, my nose decidedly dipping in. Drown myself in the familiar musk, building after a long day’s activities. Earthy, yet sweet. Always irresistible.

He kisses each breast, nibbling at the material, then expertly flicking open the clasp at the back, one-handed. One strap down, two over the shoulders, lace flapping over, slip held at the dip of my waist.

–Ahhh, I’ve missed your boobies.

Kisses, light as air, just a tickle, on every inch of my small, snowy bulbs, each a hand full in size, perky, pointy, fresh and taut… Then, the rose pink nipples he envelopes, suddenly, shockingly whole. Ahhhrgh-hee! Suckles each a minute or two, then dips sweetly into my mouth again. Home.

Naughty play with the lips. Fierce battle with the tongues, dancing with them, dance and we’re up, stepping away. Off the dresser, I’m desperately tearing, clawing at the remaining buttons on his shirt and he’s tearing, tearing down the slip. It pools at my heels. Smacking of our mouths, hungrier than usual, ravenously dipping as far as we could reach, rims of his throat sending shivers through my frame, resonating always at the apex of my legs. Can now feel the slippery goo, like yoke cracked from an egg, drooling into my thong. So, so very ready, now. Will have no issues with timing or size.

Wild and wilder our kisses, yet we stand. We’re solid, hands roaming, snagging bottoms, hair and breasts. My knee lifts and hooks at his hip. I ride his prodding erection, straining through two sets of material. No, no, not enough.

We’re up against the left side of the bed, rather tall with a dark iron frame… for the ease of dark deeds. How fun if we had our silk ropes. I tug off his shirt, painfully, at last, not fast enough, tossed in frustration—his warmth coming to the rescue. Hands run down his tawny spattering of hair, chest and pecks to pouch of belly, slink around to the dip in his back, soft, along deep ridges of his spine, curving up to strong, slender shoulders. He sighs, sucks in, releases and pulls a smile. Clings me to him and kisses the small curve in my nearly flat stomach. My body tautens, but with further kissing, relaxes.

–I love these, he says, unhooking my garters, slipping off my soiled panties, but leaving my thigh-length stockings.

His fingers begin adoring the smooth, thin material, kneading my slim calves beneath. He turns our bodies, placing me again at an edge for his own complete access. Hands slowly spread me, my back readily arching. His lips nipped at the inner most flesh of my thighs, grazing closer and closer to the center of my need. Tongue caresses the creases of my pelvic bone and barely, lightly, sweetly, he brushes his lips against my own, the plumy outer petals of my vulva.

Resist a cry: Rrrrggaaah! Though charmed by his delicate treatment, I can’t seem to stomach the romance, not now. An entire month of missing, longing stored and caged and growling. After three years and night after intimate night, I expect every sight, touch and feeling of our sex, and often I’d savor it, fall, lean back and bask in it. But so much purpose and animalistic desire, which long days planted in his absence, is beating, roaring, compelling me… to seize, to leave out this frivolous play.

Suddenly his very tongue tip, softly coated in hot, natural lubricant, flicks dangerously at the head of my painfully erect clit. Eeeaaah! I squeal, unleashed.

With unexpected strength, I thrust the two of us atop the queen size bed, cool, feathery blankets embracing our sides. I pull him over me, wrapping and sliding my legs up his body, humping and moving in sync with his pelvis. Though not much bigger than mine, bahis şirketleri his elongated form successfully blankets my own, smothering me in his intense heat, melding me to him, my body comfortably uncrushed. Our mouths play their game, our bodies, newly focused, our minds gone completely awry. I rip at the elastic of his blue, plaid boxers, his proud, exquisite penis popping through at last. Thickest in the middle, slightly skewed to the left, foreskin peeled back for his fat, swollen head. Once, a source of wonder and intimidation… now, a glorious instrument… of love and ultimate satisfaction.

No time to admire it now, though. Having a difficult time with the boxers, begin to transfer the struggle to my feet, fingers clawing at his back, our kisses searing each other’s mouths. Tsss-kraaaa. I know I’ve ripped them, but continue to tear them down to his ankles. He unflinchingly kicks them off.

I immediately go for his base, briefly painting his tip with my fluids, now having soaked the entirety of my folds. And finally, direct it to the long-awaited entrance, prodding it lightly and finally… plunge. He pulls his face away and contorts it, eyes into slits and mouth into a sweet, happy “O” once again. Not quite, however, what I’d seen at the elevator.

Our moans nearly match, we, both grunting in relief and steadily sounding more unstable as he repeatedly buries himself with speed. I know we won’t last long at this rate, but I almost couldn’t care, already sensing the edge for myself. I encourage him, grabbing at his wondrous ass cheeks, rolling myself into his thrusts and arching.

He soon leans back onto his knees, holding my thighs so carefully in place and thrusting continuously, rapidly, in and out, deeper than before, the bed beginning to roll with us. He rams and so does the frame into the wall. His thumb fiddles with my clit, rubbing in a way for once I can’t distinguish. Up, down, in circles, oh, fuck!

I perch myself on my elbows and stare straight into his eyes, our chests and stomachs still heaving. Our faces share the same look, mouths falling slightly open, foreheads giving in, indented, eyes so intent, understanding and fierce and passionate and speaking. I love you. I love you. I love you. God, I love you.

Our heads fall back and he pauses, for a moment, then leans forward and changes the pace. I can feel his body just begging to quicken, his member on the verge of that telling pulse.

We move into our favorite position: his body slithering deftly beneath mine, my back coming to rest comfortably at his chest, my long, brunette tresses whipping across his face. I bring my hand to the nape of his neck, each of us sweating, our fluids mixing into a body cocktail. My legs I place on each side of his and orient my vagina at the reach of his member, now slimy and nearly purple. Nnnuuuuugh. We both sigh. We’re one, happily, again. His one hand amply cups my breast, the other working my clit in an “L” motion. I bring myself down on him, his pubic bush a cozy landing, my thighs stretching and stiffening. We find our rhythm in thrusts and in breaths. Ahhh, his finger, so fast now. L, L, yes, L. We lift. Our asses, up, higher, he pounds. Yes. Kiss his cheek. Moan. His lips. So shaky, now, so quick. Heart beats and beats. He pulls my mound tighter, focused, tighter, on its hard, tiny head. Slippery body, tighter, muscles, tighter, stiff. Squeeeze. Him, beneath me, slowing to cum with me. Finger above me faster. Naaaaghhhh! God! And faster! Everything! Nothing else, there’s nothing else! Open my eyes, open them. Fuuuuuuuck!! Clamping down on him. Squeeze. Clamp. Open. His face. I see it. Everything, I see it. He’s shaking, within me, trembling and grunting. Spilling. Calming. Limper and limp. Tremors still strike us. And calmer and calm. Caaaalm.

Collapsed, dead, happy and relaxed.

–Amazing, I say. Uuuaaah. So good.

His fingers ride the side of my arm, up and down, so gently. His lips, carved into a permanent smile. I turn slightly, his erection shrinking… our warm river of pleasure flowing, all out of me, glazing the bed and our thighs. Don’t care. For once, don’t care if I’m sticky or dirty. Wish he could’ve stayed in me forever. Despite the mess, he seems contented as well.

I cuddle up to his side, my leg wrapping over his lap, my right hand curling about his chest and now, lovingly caressing his face. I stare into his profile, eyes resting, his long, German nose pointing to the blank, glowing ceiling. Perfection. I smile, goofily, biting my bruised, cherry lip.

–You get to be the man today, I say.

–Mhmm, he laughs, and turns to kiss my forehead.

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Starting the Day Off Right

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Even though my wife and I are currently separated we still manage to have a nice friendly relationship and occasionally we do have sex. Seems the sex now is better than when I was still with her at home. One night we decided to engage in some chat involving some of the nice sexual encounters we had when we were living together and this is one of them.

One morning my wife got up earlier than I did and got into the shower. I finally came around and heard the shower running and then stop…so much for some fun in the shower. I slipped off my shorts and sat down at the bottom edge of the bed. She came out of the bathroom naked. Susan stands 5’9”, weighs somewhere around 125 and being Italian descent and going to the fake-and-bake (tanning salon) maintains a nice year round tan with no tan lines. I like going to the fake-and-bake as well and am nice and tan too with no tan lines. As I watched her brush her long hair I couldn’t help but notice her nice ass. Since she was on her period I could see the string hanging out of her nicely trimmed pussy. The more I watched her the harder I was getting. She knows that I masturbate on a daily basis, most of the times in the morning when she and her daughter are out the door leaving me alone to bring myself to a morning climax.

This morning I thought would be a little different since I wont be able to pleasure myself but could later when I stop home for lunch and take care of business then. All of a sudden she turned around and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. She knows that I wont be able to do anything until I relieve myself of the hardness between my legs. She grabs the bottle of lotion to rub it on her legs and starts a slow sensual applying of the lotion on her legs. She puts a foot up on a chair and spreads her legs while applying the lotion to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy is trimmed with a small landing strip that starts at the top of her clit to where her hair line ends about ½” wide. I was getting more and more turned on and just kept on watching her. I was about ready to stand up and go to the shower when she said “Hold on, I don’t want you bahis firmaları to go into the bathroom until you are relieved.”

She stepped in front of me, took some lotion and reached down and grabbed my cock. I could not believe this. I felt the tingle in my balls and for some odd reason I felt the tip of my cock being super-sensitive today. I laid back and let her stroke my cock, slowly moving her hands in a circling up and down motion. She says that my daily masturbation sessions add more to intercourse because I have been known to keep my erection hard for 30-45 minutes inside her and she really enjoys it. Her other hand was free and she knows that the more excited I become the more my prostate becomes sensitive as well. She took a finger, rubbed some lotion on it and with it played with my anus and then wham! Her finger went inside my asshole and hit my prostate.

With her stroking my cock and the finger massaging my prostate it wasn’t much longer before I came shooting cum all over myself. My cock started to subside and as she went back to applying the lotion on the rest of her legs she said “If everything goes right today, I should have my period and when you come home tonight, hopefully you will be able to finish me like I finished you.” I gave her a nice long kiss and whispered to her “If this morning is anything like tonight will be, I wont be leaving my desk today because my cock is going to be hard all day thinking of tonight.” As I jumped into the shower and went about my routine when I got out she had finished dressing and gave me a kiss good-bye, a nice tug on my limp cock and walked out of the room and the front door.

Working that day was almost a struggle. I kept on thinking about what had happened in the morning and it was sad but true, the more I thought about it the more my dick would get hard, go limp, get hard again and when I concentrated on my work, my cock would subside.

Finally, the day is over and I am out the door and driving down the interstate thinking of what is going to happen when I get home. “Did she have her period today?”, “If she didn’t have her kaçak iddaa period do I still get to have some fun with her and eat her out and earn my red-wings?” Thoughts like this were going through my mind the whole time, my cock is straining to get out of my pants and even though the traffic is getting to me, my cock is still hard. I pull up to the driveway and when I walked through the front door I noticed to my left that she is sitting on the couch with a towel under her butt. I am thinking that she didn’t have her period and she still wants me to make love to her anyways.

I eagerly started to get undressed and as I was doing that she mentioned she had her period. “So what is the towel for?” I asked. She said “I have been thinking about this morning and I have been getting so horny today that when I got home, my panties were completely soaked and since I have been sitting here on the couch the wetness of my pussy would not stop and I had to put a towel underneath me to keep from ruining the couch.”

I walked over to her stood in front of her as she leaned in and took my cock into my mouth. I stopped her very quickly and said that before she does anything to me I would love to lick her and make her cum. She laid back on the couch, I knelt down on the floor and stared at the lovely pussy in front of me. She was very very wet and her clit was so engorged that as soon as my tongue lightly touched her pussy she let out a very loud moan.

Tonight was going to be different. I started my ABC’s on her clit and before I got to the letter M, she had wrapped her legs around my head, her hands were on top of my head pushing my head further into her sex and the moans and groans of her going over the edge were rocking her so much that she stated later she almost passed out. As she released her legs from my head she looked down at me and saw that her cum was all over my face. As I knelt up she gave me a very nice kiss and then licked some her juices from my face.

As I stood up her hand reached down to my cock and with it so hard I knew that a couple of strokes and I would be cumming on her and the kaçak bahis couch. She whispered in my ear “Please, please Mickey, I want you inside me now!”

I moved a little closer to her as she spread her legs to await my cock. She didn’t need any additional lubrication and my cock slid inside her very easily. Her hands were running over my back and every now and then her hands would reach down to my ass spreading my ass cheeks with her trying to get a finger near my asshole. As I was moving inside her I would stop every now and then before I climax so that we would enjoy more intercourse time. As she and I talked what we would like to do next I kept on getting more excited because she was telling me things that I have never heard her say before like “Fuck me” or “Your cock feels so good right now” or “My pussy is still not satisfied yet”.

I could not long hold back and I felt the charge build from the bottom of my balls until I felt the tip of my cock explode with my cum entering her pussy. Unbelievable to me was at the same time I was cumming, she was cumming as well. After I cum, I like to stay inside a woman until my erection calms down and slips out of them. Finally my cock had become a little flaccid and she asked me to stand up, where upon she took my flaccid cock into her mouth licking both of our juices off of it and one hand was cupping my drained balls.

I felt the finger move from under my balls to my asshole and then she did it again, her finger rested on my prostate. She started to massage my prostate and as she did so my cock started to become hard once again. She looked up at me and said “I want you to fuck me again, this time I want to do it doggie-style.” This is one position I like as well, especially when I am standing. She turned around, pointed her nice ass at me and as I guided my cock to her still hungry pussy, I felt her fingers massaging my balls. I reached down between her legs and started to rub her clit. We both were getting quite worked up and when she came I felt her pussy grab my dick with force. I could not hold back and I came again. We both felt like we were in a super workout session and were both wet with sweat, the towel was soaked and at that point didn’t feel like getting up, so we cuddled up and without supper that evening took a nice long nap with smiles on our faces.

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Lots about Me Ch. 05: Running

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NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex.

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I get home from a run, and open the front door, and go inside the house. I stop in the hallway to take off my shoes and socks, and then go into the kitchen for water. I put down my key, and open the fridge.

Someone grabs me from behind.

It’s a man. I can smell him, and feel him bigger and stronger against me.

He pushes me onto the bench, bending me, trying to hold me down. He grabs my wrists, but I’m sweaty, still slippery. He slips, then grabs again, but still can’t hold me. He wraps a tea-towel around my wrists to hold me instead. I could have got away then, I suppose, while he does the towel. I could have, but I don’t. Maybe I was too surprised to think or something. Now, it’s too late. He’s holding me properly again, and I can’t. He’s behind me, half on top of me now too, trapping me.

He’s pressing down, holding me down, pressing against me, pressing me into the counter. He tugs my shorts down. He holds me while he does. He tugs my shorts down to my knees, which is enough.

He puts his cock inside me, and I’m so wet it just goes all the way in before I can think.

He’s inside me, and he fucks me, and he holds my hair while he does, telling me not to look at him. He fucks me hard, roughly, still holding my wrists. He’s strong, and bigger than me. I’m helpless.

I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri fuck him back.

I fuck him back, so turned on I can’t think. I fuck against him until I come, gasping. Then he does too. He comes, flooding me, but he stays hard inside me. He keeps moving, keeps holding me.

He’s going to go again.

“Water,” I gasp, after a moment. I’ve just been running. I’m thirsty. I can’t wait any longer.

He lets me up, lets me slide over. I just drink out the tap, because the glasses are across the kitchen.

He lets me drink, still moving inside me. Then, when I have, he pulls me off the counter and onto the floor.

He makes me kneel. He tugs my running top off. It’s lycra, and clingy. I have to help. He pulls it up my arms, up over my head, then leaves it around my elbows so now I’m trapped by that, too.

He waves his cock in my face. He holds my hair, and puts it in my mouth, and I let him, I open my mouth, and feel him all slippery-sticky, and taste his saltiness and me. I don’t mind the taste of me. I like the taste of me. The only time I’m not completely happy to taste myself is times like this, when I’m all gross and sweaty.

He knows that, which is why he’s trying making me do it now.

He knows because he knows me. Because this is a fantasy. A game. His fantasy, but both of ours. He’s my boyfriend and we do this a lot. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri

Why, what did you think?

I knew he’d probably do this. I expected him be there. I’d been thinking about it, and anticipating this, and getting horny, the whole time I was running.

I know I probably shouldn’t get turned on by this, but I do, and I am. And probably he shouldn’t like to do this either, but he does. So we do. He likes to be rough, and pretend to force me, and me sweaty also turns him on, so he often grabs me when I get back from a run. He also seems to have some thing about games like this and making me, so we do that too. I like it as well. It’s weirdly fun. We tried being more organised, and doing me the helpless captive tied to the bed, but neither of us were really into that. We seemed to prefer me thrown on the floor, and bruised knees, and bitten shoulders, and me being held down and fucked for like two minutes until we both come.

This is how my run ends every second day right now.

I kneel on the floor, half undressed, and he holds my hair, and holds me against the kitchen cupboards, and pushes his cock in and out of my mouth. He’s rough. Rough enough that the back of my head bangs gently on the cupboard. My hair’s in a bun to run, though, so the bumping isn’t that bad. He holds my hair, and pushes into my mouth, and I’m helpless. My arms are trapped. I can’t güvenilir bahis şirketleri stop him going slightly deeper than I’d want him to. He fucks my mouth while I kneel there, and it’s sexy that he is. Sexier than just a blowjob, anyway. Sexier than me choosing what I do.

After a while I want some too, so I struggle for a bit, and push my way back up.

He puts me on my front on the counter, so I’m bending over, and he licks my ass for a bit. He seems to like that sweaty too, which I don’t get, but he licks it tenderly, lovingly, while I moan. He licks my ass, then wipes cooking oil on his cock, and puts it inside me there. He fucks me, and I shift my feet to let him more easily. I shift my feet, and I tug my hand free of my running top, and reach down, and masturbate myself. I know I’ll need to, because he’ll be quick. He’s always quick in my ass. He’s said before he’s incredibly turned on by me having actual orgasms from him being inside there, so I guess that’s why.

I make myself come. I squeeze tight as I do, and that makes him get there. He finishes, and slides out of me, and wipes himself with a paper towel.

Then he kisses me. I kiss him back, and say, “Hi, dickhead.”

“Hey.”

I pull up my shorts. I try and untangle my top, and my arms, and where everything has gone, then give up and just take it off. I warm down, because I’m getting worried I might start to cramp. I stretch, and he watches me because bare tits. I stretch, and then go have a shower, and afterwards we have dinner and watch TV.

I’ve got bruised knees, and a bruised tummy from the edge of the bench, and a sore jaw, and scrape on my arm. This is every second night, right now, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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A Budget Tryst in the City of Sin

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It’s August in Las Vegas. It has cooled down because it is monsoon season and there’s a dark cloud cover. I was nervous. I had not seen this guy in years. I do remember him fondly, though, he was great in bed. He was flying in from L.A. (on his way to another destination) and I was going to pick him up from the airport around noon and take him to his hotel. I park in the lot, head into the airport and spot him immediately at the baggage claim with only a carry-on bag. He is older and bigger now, but still massively sexy and masculine. We catch each others’ eyes and I walk fast to meet him. He puts his strong arms around me in the warmest embrace and gives me a soft kiss. (I can’t believe I’m already wet).We talk non-stop to the mini-van. We kiss a little in the car and then head out to a liquor store. At the liquor store we settle on a couple bottles of red wine. I always keep a corkscrew in my purse, but we’ll have to use the plastic cups at the hotel.

He has made a one-night reservation at the Lucky Cuss Motel near my house. The Station Hotel is also near my house, but costs three times as much. The Lucky Cuss is cheap and clean. He checks in while I stay in the car. Once back in the car, we find his room, park, enter the room, and flip on the air.

He cracks open the wine and I find a couple of plastic-wrapped cups by the sink. He pours while we start to talk about old times. We start drinking until we both catch a little buzz. The feelings between us start to bubble up again.

This room has one double bed. güvenilir bahis We’re sitting on the edge of the bed. We use the provided dresser across from the bed as a place to set our glasses and scoot to the top of the bed. I prop up the pillows and turn down the sheet so he can lean back comfortably while I have my way with him. First, I smoothly remove his your shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. I’ll leave his shirt on because the air is getting chilled. I let my hair down. (It’s pretty long these days). I just want to kiss him – his face, his neck. I unbutton the top buttons on his shirt and kiss his chest, then put my hands under his shirt and relish his soft, brown skin. I lean down and put his hard cock in my mouth to lubricate it for a hand job. I softly lick your balls, and then your head… then slip your cock deep into my mouth so I can suck on it and lick it.

Now, I turn over on my back and you scoot to the end of the bed. You stand up, facing me, and pull me down to the end of the bed. You need to stuff a pillow under my ass to bring my pussy up to the right height. I spread my legs, raise my hips and you enter me, holding my legs and ramming hard, to get as deep as possible. At the same time, I masturbate so you can watch. I cum…you keep ramming until you cum. We fall back on the bed and relax…have another glass of wine.

It’s still daylight and it is starting to rain. I’m overcome by your expertise and I need more. This time you just roll me over, help me lift my hips up and enter me from behind türkçe bahis moving in and out slowly. You reach underneath me with one hand and search for my clit. You begin rubbing slowly and deliberately, speeding up the more excited you become. I love to cum with you inside me. We cum together, like an explosion, and then we both relax. We are both spent. It feels so good.

The wine has made me sleepy. I suggest we head for the shower…I let him rest while I make my way into the tiny bathroom to start the water…not too hot, not too cold…perfectly warm. I return to the bed, remove his shirt, then take him by the hand and lead him to the shower.

I step in first, positioning myself between him and the shower head. He steps in with his back to me and I move aside so the water warms his back. I lather up a washcloth, put my arm around his waist to gently hold him steady, then began to wash his back. I press my breasts against his soapy back and rub up and down…I love the way that feels. My nipples are erect – I’m already getting excited. I kiss his back and move the soapy washcloth over his ass and between his legs, lightly brushing his balls. I moved down his inner thighs and finally, each of his calves.

I knew he wasn’t quite ready for another go, so I was also using this shower to stretch the time. I moved him between myself and the shower head to rinse his back side, soaped up the washcloth again, and started to wash his front – his neck and chest, kissing him all the while, and again with my arm around his güvenilir bahis siteleri waist to steady him, pressing my pussy against him, lightly touching his penis. I washed his beautiful well-toned arms and hands, then moved to his thighs and calves.

Saving the best for last, I gently cupped his balls in my soapy washcloth and lightly washed them, then moved the washcloth back and forth along his hardening shaft. I dropped the washcloth to the tub and continued, using my hand. He was so hard now…I was starting to cream. I turned him around to wash off the soap, turned off the water, and turned him to face me again.

I got down on my knees and put his entire rock-hard cock in my mouth – right up to his balls. I was so excited, the saliva was building in my mouth.

Then, uncomfortable from standing so long in the small shower, he put his hand under my chin and raised me to a standing position and directed me back to the bed. We were both still wet. He lied down and I slid to the top position, first allowing only the head to enter in and out of my pussy slowly and then engulf his entire cock. He was so deep. I was squeezing him with my already tight pussy, then he lost control and couldn’t help but grab my hips and move me up and down faster until he burst. There was so much cum dripping out of me. He gently rolled me off of him, mopped up his cum from my pussy with his fingers and used the natural lubricant to massage my clit. Oh my god! It was so hot and felt so good…I came so quick…I heard myself moaning.

We both nodded off. I woke up in the night and decided to head home, but left him this note: “Call me when you wake up. I’ll take you to breakfast and drop you at the airport. Thanks for the new memories. We have to do this again!”

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A Brief Encounter

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More “Looking Back” coming up! Here’s a little something different… As always, feedback please!

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*

Our eyes lock and everything else fades away. I’m momentarily frozen in place. I feel my heart quicken and a rush of warmth between my legs.

You flash a half grin and I swear I can see your eyes dilate as they move over my body hungrily, even from across the room. I gently chew the corner of my lower lip as my own eyes caress your form.

Your tongue flicks oh so quickly across your lips. The thought of other things that soft pink tongue could do elicits a soft moan and my eyes flutter closed for a long, delicious moment. The brief blink breaks our sexually charged stare down, and my legs suddenly remember how to move.

I take a small step toward you, but the almost imperceptible shake of your head stops me. I scan your face for a sign, your smile spurs my confidence and I glance quickly toward a dimly lit corridor before I turn and walk towards it. I know you’re following; I can feel your eyes taking in the sway of my hips.

I turn a corner, leading us deeper into the cloaking darkness, seeking an appropriate location for our encounter. As I move into a small recess in one wall, I feel you suddenly behind me. Your warmth washes over me, raising goosebumps on my heated flesh.

You push me gently but insistently into the wall placing your arms on either side of me, your hands resting slightly above my head. My palms and forearms lay against the cool plastered wall, you press into me and I feel your breath on my neck as you brush my hair aside and place a soft kiss where my neck and shoulder meet. I exhale quickly, releasing a breath I’d been holding since feeling you against me.

Your hips grind slowly into me and I gasp at the feel of your impressive erection before you take a small step back, allowing me to turn around within the circle of your arms.

Emboldened by the lust blazing in your emerald eyes, I wrap one hand around your neck bahis firmaları and grasp some of your silky hair in the other, pulling your face to mine, perhaps more roughly than strictly called for. Your lips are soft and firm against mine. I lick at the seam of your mouth and you open to me, my tongue finds yours, asking it to dance. You oblige with a swirl of your tongue on mine. Your moan matches mine and our hips meet in an erotic dance of their own.

I pull away, or maybe you do, to catch my breath. Our eyes find each other again, each of us unable to look away. You lean in slowly, brush your lips ever so lightly on mine. This kiss is gentle, we explore and learn one another. Your taste is intoxicating. We both pull back slightly, your palm cups my face, your other hand at the small of my back tracing lazy circles. My hand pressed against your heart finds its rhythm matches my own’s, the other holds you as close as possible.

With a gentle kiss to your neck, I slide down your body, quietly desperate to taste the iron hard length that has been trapped between our joined bodies. I can feel my pussy practically begging as I release the button and unzip your pants. I pull down your boxer briefs and reveal your beautiful cock. You’re so hard that it jumps and slaps gently against your stomach.

I can’t wait, so I don’t. I lean forward and lap eagerly at the pre-come pooled in your slit. The sweet salty slickness coats my tongue and I’m not sure if it’s me or you or both of us that moans as I take your flared head into my mouth. Your skin is impossibly soft between my lips. As I move up and sown your length, bobbing my head, I smile at the sounds I’m causing you to make. Your legs are shaking slightly and you wrap your fingers in my hair, beginning to thrust into my mouth as you brace one arm on the wall.

A distant voice bounces down the hallways around the corner from where we are ensconced, the thought if being caught sends a new rush of wetness to dampen my panties. Then, your kaçak iddaa voice reaches me, and everything else is forgotten.

“Fuck… Too close…” An almost pained sound from your lips, and you pull me up to kiss me hungrily. Your hand, the one not still tangled in my hair, traces down my side, squeezes my hip gently, then glides down and around to knead my ass, lifting me to wrap my leg around you. My pleasured gasp seems to spur you on and you continue down to lift my skirt and your other hand releases my hair to snake its way between my thighs, teasing my slit through my soaking panties. I groan against your mouth, a protest, imploring you to enter me.

Your self satisfied smile briefly breaks our kiss and I feel your teeth on my lips before you nip at the bottom one. Your playful nip distracts me as your long, thick finger finally pushes into my aching pussy. It’s so incredible, I momentarily can’t breathe. I throw my head back, narrowly avoiding hitting my head. As your thumb grazes my clit a second finger joins the first you find my g-spot with your talented digits. Wrapping both legs tightly around your hips, I can’t help but thrust against them, fucking myself on your fingers in tempo with your movements.

My orgasm is almost a surprise as I come, a rush of fluid coats your hand. I sigh regretfully when you pull your fingers away. You lift them to your lips and suck gently; we both groan and you offer them to me, as I taste myself your dick twitches against my thigh. Pressing my mouth to yours, I push my tongue into yours and we share the last bit of my juices.

Greedily, I reach for the heavy weight pressed to my leg and guide it to my entrance. It throbs, hot and pulsing in my hand. I push down as you thrust up to meet me. Your cock slides into me, aided by my moments ago orgasm and your steadily released pre-come. You fill me perfectly, and it feels so right that I sigh; I hear your own relieved exhalation as we both revel briefly in being joined. I rock against you, silently kaçak bahis telling you to move.

We quickly find a rhythm, starting slowly. The head of your dick glides torturously gently across my g-spot, your balls tap at me gently as my ass meets your thighs. You shift, bracing me against the wall to free an arm; you move your arm between us and tease my clit with your thumb. We’re both panting too much now to allow for more than a brief kiss as our pace quickens, both of us desperately reaching for orgasm. I bury my head in your shoulder as you nuzzle yours into my hair, nipping at my neck.

A whimper escapes me as you start to lick at the shell of my ear, when you nibble my ear lobe I have to bite into your shoulder to keep from screaming and announcing our liaison.

“Now.” Your softly growled command triggers my release, and as I trip over the edge headlong into a toe-curling orgasm, I cling to you like a woman possessed, almost afraid if I let go I’ll fly apart. My clenching spasm must signal your own orgasm, as your balls tighten I feel them draw away from me. Your thrusts grow more frantic, not quite allowing me to calm. As your cock pulses inside of me, your come flooding me, I come again. The chorus of our combined cries, only slightly muffled by a renewed kiss, is so much better than the music from the club that is only now starting to creep back into my awareness, having been pushed to the edge of my consciousness since the moment our eyes connected.

“God, baby, what you do to me.” you mumble into my hair as I slip my legs from around your waist and you lower me to the floor. I smile and kiss your lips as I reach down and fasten your pants. We spend a long moment embracing and calming each other with soft kisses before moving slightly apart to smooth clothing and hair, a mostly pointless attempt to look less like we just fucked in a dark nightclub corridor.

One last kiss and a mutual caress or two, we step further apart, smiling.

I cup your lightly stubbled cheek.

“I love you too babe. See you at home.”

A quick peck on your cheek and I turn and walk back toward the sound of the DJ’s best efforts to entice dancers to the floor. I know you follow me.

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Lindsey’s Job Ch. 02

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The sound of the toilet flushing woke me. Whoever installed those things must have been deaf because they sounded like an airplane taking off. Lindsey slid into bed next to me. Her soft breasts brushed against my chest. I kissed her long and deeply.

She smiled at me and said, “Nothing like that has ever happened to me. No one has ever touched my bottom let alone licked it. You know I’ve never done anything like what you did to me.” She went on to tell me that her husband’s idea of pussy eating was to lap at her cunt (not her clit) until his saliva made her wet enough to push his cock inside. Then about 10 pumps later he was cumming. Then he just rolled off and went to sleep while she just lay there. The only orgasms she had ever had were self induced and then not very intense.

“Until a little while ago the thought of having anyone touch my bottom was disgusting. The thought of ever having sex like that never even crossed my mind. I only had one boyfriend before I was married and all we did was kiss,” she confessed.

“So what did you think about cumming with my cock up your ass?” I asked.

She winced a little at the words but said,”It hurt. No that’s not right. I was frightened. I tensed up and it hurt like hell. When I started to cum and you were suddenly in me I came hard. Then when you pulled me onto you it felt huge. If you stared to…..you know.” She looked at me.

“If I started fucking you?” I prompted.

“Yes. I’m not comfortable talking like this,” she said with lowered eyes.

I cupped her chin and raised her face. I looked into her eyes and said, “Honey its OK. I do talk this way and you will too. But go on,” I said thinking how amazing it was for her to have my cum in her asshole and to be so demure.

“If you had started…fucking me then it really would have hurt. What were you doing to me? It was incredible!” she exclaimed.

“I’ll do it again if you want. But right now I think you’re a little too sore for that,” I explained.

“I am. But if you wanted to…..” her voice trailed off.

“Not right now, Sweetie. Now you’re going to learn how to suck my cock.”

An hour later I was ready to get one of the gay guys from the wait staff in to show her how to suck cock. She was awful at it. It took me that long to hit upon a way for her to get the idea. Then gradually she began to figure it out. By the time I came again my cock was raw. I held her shoulders as I pumped my cum into her mouth gently thrusting an inch in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t take more than half because she was just that little. When the spasms finally stopped I pulled my cock out. She got up from her knees.

“Where are you goin?” I asked. She just shook her head.

“Stop. Open your mouth.” I told her.

She grimaced a little then open her mouth enough for me to see just how much I came. “Swallow it. Drink it, Lindsey.” I said my voice a command.

She hesitated then swallowed. She opened her mouth slightly. The air hit her tongue and the taste suddenly flooded her senses.

“I will always expect you to swallow my cum, Honey. Remember what I told you about obeying me? You’re going to have a lot of my cum inside of you. If it’s not running down your leg you will have the taste on your lips. Understand?” I asked.

The look she gave me chilled me to the bone. It was not anger, nor resentment. It was endearment. FUCK!

I phoned the kitchen for lunch. The food was enough for three people. I needed to make sure my staff wasn’t wondering where the fuck I was. Now they thought I was hosting lunch for my friends and nobody cared. The 2 bottles of champagne might have raised an eyebrow or two but again nobody really cared.

We ate, we drank we talked and smoked. She was actually 3 years my senior though I thought her no more than 19. She married her husband at 18 and started churning out babies. Suddenly her old man told her she needed a job and out the door she went. They had a nanny for the three kids and a huge house in a very ritzy neighborhood. Why she needed to work was beyond me. I guess her husband really was just an asshole.

Not wanting to use my cock again as it was still pretty raw, I made her lay back on the bed. She was an amazing site. Fine blond baby hair, clear blue eyes and an angelic face. Her lovely pink nipples were almost an inch long and set her beautiful apple sized tits off contrasting her pale skin. Her legs were athletic and firm. Her pussy was classic pink and her lips were perfect. I had never seen bahis firmaları such a body in my life.

I nibbled her toes and gradually worked my way to her pussy. When I got there finally she was soaked as was the mattress beneath her. Squirters were unheard of then so I just lick right on down. She sighed and giggled then moaned as I started working on her. I licked her pussy as deep as I could. I tongue fucked her asshole. I licked everywhere but her clit. After 10 minutes her clit was standing out from the folds of her lips. I sat up and took a mouthful of champagne. I went back down engulfing that sweet erect clit while simultaneously thrusting my long middle finger up her ass.

The effect was awesome. The bubbles, cold at first them quickly getting hot from my mouth burst all around her clit. I pumped her asshole with my finger. She grasped the sheets in her fists and screamed so loud I knew somebody had to have heard her. Her whole body convulsed and her nails ripped the sheets and she came over and over. I kept nudging her clit through the bubbles and she jerked and spasmed until she cried out for me to stop. “OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!” she kept saying.

She reached for my half hard cock and I stopped her. “Lindsey until you are on birth control I’m not gonna fuck you. Think you can arrange that?” I asked.

She said she’d try. I knew that probably wasn’t going to happen. How would she explain that to her old man?

“Let’s have a bath, OK?” She nodded.

We soaked and cuddled in the tub. We drank more champagne and talked. It was getting late in the afternoon and I told her she needed to go. We got out of the bath and she put on my robe while she put on her makeup. We talked and I watched her ass through the cloth. She soon saw me watching and said, “Was there something you wanted?”

I saw that she was teasing me so I said, “There is. On your knees.” I pulled the robe from her shoulders exposing her tits and pushed her to her knees. “Get me hard” I told her.

Her new found skills soon had me rock hard. I pulled out of her mouth and told her to wait right there. I got the bottle of olive oil and came back to her.

“Keep sucking Honey but rub this on my balls.” I handed it to her. She fumbled with her mouth full but managed to only spill half the bottle. “Now coat my cock, Baby”

She really got into applying the oil. Stroking me from head to body. Her face was pure interest studying my cock. It occurred to me that she probably never really saw a cock up close before.

I stood her up and bent her over the vanity. I pulled the robe up exposing her ass. I held the head of my cock against her pink puckered asshole. I leaned over her holding her tits in my hands kissing her neck. I leaned forward and her asshole struggled against me. I pushed harder and it slid between her cheeks and up. I pushed her down so her head was on the vanity. I held her hips steady and thrust. Her asshole, still sore from the mornings activity struggled then open. I leaned forward and slowly sunk all the way to the balls in her. “OMIGOD that hurts. Wait wait!” She cried. I stopped letting her get used to it. I savored every twitch, every pulse and every wrinkle of her convulsing ass. I pulled the robe down and grabbed the belt. Using it like a rein I began fucking her ass. Long slow strokes an inch at a time at first then all the way in deep and almost all the way out.

“Uh, uh uh! OMIGOD its too big!” She yelled while I kept the slow steady pace. Getting fucked in the ass for the first can hurt. Getting fucked in the ass for the second time on the same day can hurt more. Getting fucked in the ass standing for the second time ever be even worse…..if you do it wrong.

“Look in the mirror Lindsey,” I demanded. When she saw her face and saw the reaction to getting her asshole stretched I put my hand under her chin and whispered, “Open your mouth like you are sucking me.” She complied.

“That’s how big I’m stretching your asshole right now. Do you like it?”

She sort of grunted. I said, “Do you like it Lindsey?”

“It hurts. OMIGOD it hurts but don’t stop fucking me!” Then she thrust her ass back to meet my thrusts forward. I quickened the pace but not by much. I fondled her tits while deep stroking in her ass. I fucked her ass for nearly 20 minutes and through two of her orgasms. The site of her beautiful ass swallowing my cock was too much. Held her close and twisted her nipples hard. Her asshole clamped down like a vice and I started shooting. Jet kaçak iddaa after jet of hot sticky cum pumped into her clenching ass and she came one ore time. We stayed like that until we both stopped cumming. My cock was still rock hard in her ass. I kissed her neck and caressed her tits. I straightened up and slowly pulled my cock out of her ass. It was an amazing thing to see. It slammed shut immediately.

She turned and collapsed in my arms. I stroked her back and kissed her. I gently massaged her ass cheeks enjoying the feeling of those wonderful things in my hands. She whimpered a little and I kissed her.

She kissed me hard then gathered her clothes. She kissed me one more time then walked out the door. ************************************************

The following day was fairly busy and I didn’t get a chance to speak to Lindsey until late morning. When I saw her earlier in the day she just kept avoiding eye contact. She caught me talking to one of the other managers and waited until we were done.

“How are you today?” I asked her. As we walked down the hall

“I think I’m in trouble with my husband.” She said.

“Why is that?” I asked stopping.

“He wanted to know why I was eating dinner standing up and didn’t want to sit outside with him near the pool last night” she said with a twinkle her eye. “My ass was sooooooo sore,” she laughed.

“That reminds me. Nothing we do, nothing you learn can be shared with him. When you blow him you do it his way. When he fucks you….”

“Yeah I know,” she interrupted. “Let him slobber all over me and shoot before I’m even ready! No fucking thank you”

I looked at her. Nearly one full minute went by. She squirmed uncomfortable standing there.

“We’ll talk about this later. I’ve got a meeting with some purveyors right now.” I said leaving her there.

A short while later my managers met me after my meeting.

“We gotta talk to you about Lindsey,” the bar manager said.

My heart stopped. “What’s the problem?” I asked.

“She’s a pain in the ass! She re-arranged everything which is great. But she’s like a fucking Nazi. Ever since you made her the admin around here its like she has set rules and everybody better follow them.” the Sous Chef stated.

“So she’s making you guys do what you’re supposed to be doing?” I asked.

“Well yeah but you know how we are. Why usually follow the guidelines…”

“When you have time?” I finished.

Everyone just looked at me.

“OK guys I’ll get Lindsey off your back. Other than that how’s she doing?”

“Great! That was one of the best ideas you ever had. Hell she even took over half of my work,” said the bar manager.

“I’m glad to hear it. Actually I have to find her anyway. Anyone know where she is?”

“Last I saw she was doing wine inventory.”

Wine inventory was a fucking nightmare. We had nearly 3/4 million in bottles. The only good thing about all that counting was that the room was really quiet with muted lighting.

“Shit,” I said for their benefit to a few laughs. I didn’t want anyone thinking that I was anythign but professional with her.

“Be careful. That little woman will kick even your ass if you mess up her bottles,” laughed the men.

Lindsey was already busy counting. Her clipboard and rolling cart with the calculator was next to her. She didn’t looked up when I came in. She said over her shoulder, “I’m counting what do you want?”

“You…. on your knees with my balls in your hands and my cock in your throat,” I said quietly.

She spun around immediately and dropped to her knees. In the most expert use of hands she had my cock out and in her mouth. Her tongue ran under the rapidly hardening head coaxing me to full throb. Her hands massaged my nuts gently.

“Lindsey you learned pretty well. That feels great. Lick my balls.” I groaned at her.

She lifted my cock out of the way and lapped at my full testicles like a cat with a bowl of milk.

I put my hands gently on her snow maned hair and she pulled my cock back into her mouth. She grabbed my root firmly and began bobbing her head taking as much of the hard meat into her mouth. She managed to swallow about half of it before hitting her throat. Not too bad. Suddenly I felt this really weird but wonderful sensation and I realized she was swallowing with my cock in her mouth. The back of her throat squeezed the head of my cock! It was amazing. She started bobbing again and soon had me ready to shoot.

“That kaçak bahis is so good Honey. Are you ready for a mouthful?” I asked. She looked up at me with that look again and smiled around my cock. My back arched and the cum boiled up from my balls. She took me back to her throat and did that swallowing thing again. Every time I shot she squeezed again. I pumped cum directly down her throat. She kept swallowing until I was done. She kissed and sucked the head gently getting all the leftover semen from me.

“I really like the way you taste. Its kind of sweet. I could get used to this,” she said looking at me and then at my cock in her hand. “I brought some rubbers”, she said looking at me hopefully.

“Do exactly as I tell you now. Hold my balls and gently squeeze. Keep increasing the pressure until I tell you to stop,” she complied. “OK like that,” I said when she had a good firm grip. More cum appeared from the head.

“Lick that off. Now hold my cock at the base with your thumb and run it all the way up to the tip.” She did that and more cum appeared.

“Now repeat that motion and suck me like you do your husband but SLOWLY”. Soon she had milked all the cum out of me.

I lifted her up and kissed her. I could taste my cum on her tongue. I unbuttoned her short and her panties soon joined them on the floor. I picked her up and sat her on the cart. She lay back and I shoved my cock roughly into her strangely tight cunt. How could any woman be so tight after pushing three kids out of there?

I pumped long hard fast strokes into her little body. She bucked under me and started to moan. I clamped my hand over her mouth and jack hammered her. She was so tight my dick grew numb like I knew it would. I fucked her through two orgasm then slowed down to a gentle pace. I uncovered her mouth and put my hands on her hips just gently thrusting in and out.

“Are you going to cum?” she asked me.

“Not any time soon, Honey. We’re OK for a little bit.”

“Great!” she said. “I’ve been dying to feel you in my pussy.”

I pushed deep inside her and began stroking her clit. She moaned appreciatively and began quivering feeling the orgasm building. I ran my hands over her hips and around to her ass. I took her cheeks in my hands enjoying the feel and using them as leverage to pump her deeply. When I felt her pussy begin to convulse I put my finger in her mouth.

“Make it wet.” I said. She licked and sucked it. I pulled it from her mouth and thrust it into her asshole while thrusting deep inside of her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and came again. This time her pussy juice flooded my pubic hair and dripped from my balls. I slowly pumped her pussy with my cock and her ass with my finger.

“Oh oh! That is making my ass burn. No don’t take it out I like it. Oh that burns!” she said over and over as she rode the orgasm to its end.

Curious to see what her asshole looked like I turned her over on the cart. Her lovely white cheeks yawned open yearning for attention. She wiggled as I pulled her cheeks apart. Her lovely pink pucker was just as delicious looking as it was the day before. I gave it a tentative lick and she purred her approval. Soon I was feasting on her asshole. She squeezed hard every time my tongue thrust into her. We continued the game of her holding onto my tongue with her ass muscle for a few minutes. If we kept this up I would soon be buried deep in it and I didn’t have that kind of time just then. I gave her ass a swat and stood up.

“Put your shirts back on Sweetie. I’ve got to get out of here.”

“But your cock is still hard,” she pouted.

“We’ll have to save it. Someone could walk in here any second.” I said putting my pants back on.

She complied but you could tell she wanted more. That’s just the way I wanted her. Wanting more and ready to do whatever I wanted.

“I’ll be at the Nightclub tonight with my husband.” she said.

“Which one?” I asked not really caring.

“No I mean the Night Club. The one here.”

“Lindsey you can’t come on the premises when you aren’t working. You know that,” I warned her.

“Chris rented it for the night,” she said referring to her husband.

None of this was good news. I really didn’t need any drama here where I lived and worked. No problem. There were several things I could do that would keep my ass out of the way while they all partied.

“Have fun, Sweetie,” I said.

“You’ll be there tonight?”

“Not if I can help it. Lindsey I really don’t want to meet your husband. I don’t get the impression he’s a good guy. I’d hate for something to happen. I have to work here, remember?” I asked.

“OK. I guess I’ll see you then,” she said as I left the wine room.

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Another boring day at work and another boring dinner party. That’s all it ever seemed to be these days, monotony. I was so tired of the endless routine that seemed to be my life these days.

Being a single 30 year old woman and a corporate accountant wasn’t exactly the high profile exciting life I envisaged when I was at Uni. Pompous senior accountants and executives seemed to have a way of ruining that theory.

Mr Buntine, the CEO, has particularly requested that I attend tonight’s dinner, asking that I take particular care to entertain Mr Robuck, who he was trying to entice over to our company. God, another stuffy old drone was all I needed!!

I headed out of the office about 6.00pm so that I had enough time to get home and shower and change before the taxi arrived at 7.00pm to pick me up.

I quickly bustled in the door to my apartment. Stella my cat was waiting to greet me. Leaning down and picking her up I said ‘Stella, I’d rather spend my evening with you’. I knew though that life wouldn’t be worth living tomorrow, if I couldn’t tell Mr Buntine that all went well.

Knowing I was on a tight scheduled I quickly feed Stella and made my way to the shower. Standing under the steaming water was rather refreshing and had my skin tingling and awake in seconds.

I lathered my skin and as my fingers glossed over my breasts a yearning settled upon me. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and felt the sensation flow through my body, as my nipples became rather erect. It had been a while between drinks, if you know what I mean!

I knew that I didn’t have time to stand there and satisfy myself, not that I would call masturbation total satisfaction anyway. It would just have to wait until later. I quickly stepped out of the shower, toweled myself down and padded naked into my bedroom.

Leaning on the wardrobe door, not at all enthusiastic about the evening, I scanned my vast array of clothes and wondered what I should wear? Glancing about the room, I spied myself in the full-length mirror and began to analytically appraise myself.

I was only 30 years old and kept myself in very good shape. I was physically fit and enjoyed sport, such as tennis and squash. I had shoulder length dark blonde hair, milky white skin and deep green almost oval shaped eyes. My breasts were rounded, but not too large, 12 C. I had a rather curvaceous figure, definitely not model material, but I guessed I looked passable in most clothes I chose to wear, from the smart office suits to my casual weekend jeans and t-shirts. I was 5’11’ tall and I know some men found that a little intimidating.

Standing there assessing myself I started to think ‘I’m only 30, I should be able to dress like I am only 30 and I am tired of dressing to please all the tired old bored men, who think you should be demure and basically seen, but not heard’

With a moment of abandonment I withdrew a little black dress from my wardrobe. It wasn’t exactly totally inappropriate, but at least it was sexy, if not a little revealing. It had narrow straps, which met the bodice just above the swell of my breasts. Although it wasn’t really low cut, with my pushup bra it certainly gave me a nice cleavage. It tapered into my waist and molded my hips comfortably and fell to about three inches above my knee.

What the hell, I’ll give the old boys something to ogle, as long as one of them doesn’t go and have a heart attack Mr Buntine will never know. I’m sure stuffy old Mr Robuck would think it totally inappropriate to mention my dress sense to Mr Buntine and after tonight I’m never likely to see the old guy again.

After my moments of teasing in the shower I was feeling a little brazen and decided to wear some sexy lingerie. I opened the drawer and tossed a few items around, wondering which I should wear. What’s it matter really, who’s going to see it, I said to myself. That’s right I thought, ‘WHO IS GOING TO SEE IT?’ What the hell, I grabbed my wondabra and a little black ‘G’ string. I slipped into my dress, stepped into my strappy black sandals, dashed on some make-up and lip-gloss and was ready for my BIG night out, with my boss’s old school boys.

Arriving out the front of the 5 star restaurant I once again groaned about the evening ahead. I steeled myself against the smell of cigars, musty old suits and intoxicated old men and their toffy nosed wives and made my way inside.

I stood in the foyer scanning the crowd inside for familiar faces. I spotted old Mr Augustus, but he’d hardly recognize me, as he can’t see passed the end of his nose. There was Mr & Mrs Cardinal. The latter dressed to the nines, with her regal nose stuck in the air. I really was dreading making my way inside.

I was trying to fix a smile on my face, one that didn’t look totally false, before stepping on in, when a voice beside bahis firmaları me said ‘Are you trying to find an excuse not to enter too?’ I glanced up and up and up; the man beside me must have been 6’5′ and had the biggest shoulders I had ever seen. His eyes had a glint in them as he gazed down steadily into mine. He was the most attractive Negro man I had ever laid eyes on. He gave the impression of being solid rippling muscle. He was smartly dressed in a tailored black suit, but gave the impression he’d be more comfortable at the gym.

I stuttered and then said ‘Is it that obvious?’ He laughed back saying, ‘Well, kind of, when you’re almost hiding behind the potted palm tree’. We both laughed, as I stepped out from behind it.

Glancing inside and surveying the crowd, he asked me ‘How did you got conned into attending a dinner with a heap of old folks?’ Throwing caution to the wind I said ‘I’m on a mission at the request of my employer to sweet talk some old boy called Mr Robuck into joining our company.’

He laughed out loud at that and I asked him why he was here? He said, ‘I couldn’t think up an excuse quick enough to get myself out of it.’

I asked, ‘Well, seeing we’re both here under duress do you think we should make our way in together?’ With a dash of ceremony, my new found friend placed his arm out for me to take his elbow. By the way he said, ‘My name is Chad and you are?’ I quickly replied, ‘Chelsea, Chelsea Anderson to be precise.’ Chad replied with a laugh, ‘I am very pleased to make your acquaintance Chelsea Anderson.’ The glint in his eye and the easy smile on his lips was almost breathtaking.

We’d no sooner entered the dinner room when Mr Abernathy from our legal department called Chad over and extended his hand. ‘Ahhh, Miss Anderson, I see you’ve already made the acquaintance of Mr Robuck’

Oh god, I could have died. Hadn’t I just stood in the foyer and told this man I was here to sweet talk him and called him and ‘old boy.’ I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. A reflex action made me attempt to pull my hand away, but I realized Chad Robuck was gently gripping my handing, preventing me from doing so.

My eyes flew up to his. I knew my checks were burning. There in his eyes was that glint that I’d seen earlier in the foyer. He wasn’t laughing at me, but was certainly enjoying the moment.

Chad, replied to Mr Abernathy saying, ‘Yes, it was my pleasure to bump into Miss Anderson in the foyer.’ Looking down at me he continued, ‘It does look like to night is going to be enjoyable after all.’ Again by checks were burning.

As chance would have it we were seated directly opposite during dinner and for some inexplicable reason our eyes kept meeting across the table. It didn’t matter who we spoke with our eyes kept wandering back.

I glanced up at one stage and his eyes were almost penetrating right through me. It almost took my breath away. So much so that I took a large intake of breathe. His eyes quickly diverted to the swell of my breasts. There was that ever present glint in his eyes again as he looked back into my eyes again. Oh no, I could feel myself blushing again.

It was during dinner that I learnt that Chad Robuck was an international athlete and Mr Buntine was pursuing him in a bid to represent him. How or why I had never heard of him before I’ll never know.

He was a very impressive looking man and had the smooth casual style of someone very confident within himself, but didn’t appear to have an arrogant disposition at all. He was obviously well educated and easily made conversation with everyone at the table.

It was the glint in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrow, whenever we caught each other looking towards each other that really had me mesmerized.

Chad leaned across the table towards me and asked if I would care to dance. How could I refuse, not that I wanted to anyway, in front of everyone else? We stepped out onto the dance floor and he quickly engulfed me in his huge arms. He was a sensational dancer, gliding easily across the floor.

At the end of the first dance the band moved into a slow waltz and Chad pulled me tight against him. Our bodies seemed to meld together as we gently swayed together.

I relaxed in his arms, but our bodies were touching from shoulder to knee. Before I really realized I had done it my body was pushing up close and hard to his, almost grinding my hips against his pelvis. I heard Chad chuckle and he leaned down and whispered in my ear, ‘You keep that up young lady and I’ll have to drape my jacket down the front of me before I can return to the table.’

I quickly tried to break away, not daring to look up into his eyes, but Chad’s arms held me tightly pulling me even closer into his body. I could now feel the definite hardness of his penis kaçak iddaa pushing against my stomach, as we continued to sway to the rhythm of the music.

All too soon the song finished and we parted slightly. Mr & Mrs Cardinal were right beside us. Mr Cardinal stepped forward and suggested we change partners for the next dance. It was my turn to chuckle, as I saw the fleeting glance of panic cross Chad’s face. I glance up into Chad’s eyes and gave him a quick wink, as Mr Cardinal swept me away across the dance floor.

After the song had finished Mr Cardinal lead me back towards the table. As I headed towards my seat I heard a whispered voice say, ‘Don’t think you can get away that easy.’

Chad draped his jacket over the chair and sat down again. Once again seated opposite each other we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. There was definitely something happening between us. It was instant attraction. This big bear of a man just took my breath away and my heart was hammering in anticipation of what was to come.

Mr Taylor, who sat beside me, was trying to engage me in a deep conversation on all the political woes of the world, when I jumped as if being scorched by a branding iron. ‘My Dear, is everything alright’, he quickly asked? With a laughing that even sounds light and brittle to me I answered quickly, ‘Everything was just perfect’

Chad had removed his shoe and was trailing his foot up the inside of my calf. Sitting there in front of these stuffy old people, playing footsy with this stunning man, was almost more than I could bear. I nearly laughed out loud.

Chad continued to teasingly inch his toes higher, almost touching my knee now. All the time he had this wicked glint in his eyes. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I am sure I had almost stopped breathing, waiting to see where he was going next.

I could feel myself tensing all over, but it was a wonderful feeling. It was really quite exciting playing this private little game. Chad’s toes were very definitely between my thighs now, inches my legs slightly apart. His toes continued to climb higher and I parted my legs even further to accommodate him.

Ever fibre of my body was alive now. It was like I was electrified. Wriggling in my seat I inched my skirt higher, so Chad wasn’t restricted in the path he was traveling.

Higher and higher his toes traveled. I had to control my breathing, as my heart continued to hammer inside my chest. I was becoming very aroused and knew that I was starting to moisten between my legs. A little throbbing between my thighs was beginning to happen.

I knew Chad’s leg must almost be stretched to the limit, but he still hadn’t reached that magical spot. I slid forward in my seat using the excuse of reaching for the wine bottle to refill my glass.

For the first time Chad’s toes reached that now electrified place between my legs. I small sigh escaped my lips, as his toes brushed my panties, but I quickly covered it with a yawn.

I placed a hand down below the table, as I tried to remain interested in Mr Taylor’s conversation. I grasped Chad’s foot, guiding his toes with my fingers, so that they were now pushed up firmly against my pussy.

His wriggling, stretching toes gently began to massage my pussy, as I pressed harder against his toes making them massage and caress me in all the right places. I knew I was extremely aroused now and that a very damp spot was forming between my thighs. I tried to place an arm casually across my chest, as my nipples were beginning to protrude through my dress.

I could feel my checks burning and an odd glance from Mr Taylor told me I wasn’t answering his questions with any kind of sense. That couldn’t be helped. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Chad’s toes.

The glint in Chad’s eyes was now matched by a cheeky grin, but I could tell that he was more than a little aroused too. He was breathing a little hard too.

Just as quickly as Chad’s foot had arrived, it left. I quickly looked towards him, as I heard him say ‘Miss Anderson, you are looking quite flushed. It is a little warm in here. Perhaps a walk around the grounds might cool you off?’

He leaned behind himself and grabbed his jacket before he stood, draping it across his lap. It was an unusual action, but one I instantly understood. He was as equally aroused as me.

I quickly accepted the offer of a walk in the grounds, but making sure to adjust my dress before standing.

We almost strode towards the exit, bustling out the door. We descended the steps two at a time and rounded the corner into a quiet alcove. Before I could utter a word Chad grabbed me and dragged me into a deep embrace. Our hands were ravishing each other’s upper bodies, as our lips locked and our tongues devoured each other’s mouths.

We broke a part, both kaçak bahis panting heavily. Chad said, ‘Damn, you’re a minx. I wanted to lean across that damn table and drag you onto my lap.’

I almost feel towards him, breathless saying, ‘That’s nothing I thought I was going to have an orgasm right in the middle of a conversation with Mr Taylor.’

Our hips were grinding together and our hands roved over each other’s bodies. My chest was crushed against his, as we pushed hard against each other. I could feel his swollen penis throbbing against me, almost bursting from his pants.

I slid my hand down and stroke his throbbing penis through his pants. He moaned deeply. ‘I’ll be damned if I am not going to take you here right now, Miss Anderson,’ he groaned out.

I felt the skirt of my dress ride up over my hips as his huge hands frantically grasped at me. He was fumbling in his haste trying to remove my ‘G’ string, when with a quick rip he torn it away and tossed it into the bush beside us.

I quickly grabbed at his pants and unzipped them, diving my hand inside. Oh my GOD, his penis was enormous. I struggled to release it from inside his pants. With frustrated hands I quickly dragged his penis out. Looking down I gasped, he must have been 11′ long and my hand couldn’t even circle his shaft. It was big and black and throbbing and the most awesome sight I had even seen.

We stood for a second, his hands fondling the cheeks of my ass, when with a rush I said, ‘God, just fuck me with that HUGE PENIS’

He quickly spun me around, so that my shoulders were against the brick wall and lifted me so easily into the air, like I weighed nothing.

My legs locked around his waist, I reached between us and grasped his penis. With a moan he said, ‘If you don’t hurry up woman I am going to cum where I stand.’

I furiously guided his penis to my eagerly awaiting and very swollen lips, as his hands on my hips trust me down. It was like being impaled by this huge black penis.

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed down hard, driving him deep inside me. As he began to drive even deeper inside me, my shoulders hit against the brick, but I was almost oblivious to the pain.

‘I need you to fuck me HARD,’ I moaned, as all 11′ drove inside me. His hands were pumping my hips up and down his shaft.

‘My GOD woman you’re so fucking wet. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman to be so aroused,’ he panted.

We were as one, pumping, thrusting and groaning in unison. His lips were against my ears and I could hear his ragged breathing as he said, ‘I’m going to explode inside you, like I’ve never done before.’ I responded quickly, matching his aggression, and said, ‘Fuck me harder with that big black penis. I want to feel every inch of you.’

I could feel my orgasm mounting deep with in me, as with each stroke of his penis, he rubbed hard against my clitoris. I dug my fingernails deep into his shoulders and rammed down hard against his penis. Chad knew instantly that I was almost beyond the point of return.

‘Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,’ Chad groaned out in my ear. ‘Fuck me so damn hard. I want you to feel my orgasm quiver all the way down your shaft,’ I eagerly replied.

Faster and harder we thrust until I could no longer control my orgasm. My legs locked hard around his waist. It took every ounce of my control not to scream out in ecstasy when my shuddering orgasm ripped through my body. ‘Oh Godddddddddd, I am cumming,’ I moaned. Chad pumped harder as each wave of my orgasm wracked my body with spasms. I felt Chad’s body tensed and his penis swell inside me, as with one long hard final driving thrust his own orgasm released inside me. His body shuddered and he groaned from deep inside throat, ‘Ohhhhh Christ, ohhhhhhhh Christ.’ It was almost as if he was in pain.

My head collapsed on his shoulder, but my legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist. I wanted to savor the moment, his softening penis still deep inside me, as my heart started to beat less erratically.

Moments later we untangled and Chad gently lowered me to the ground on shaking legs.

He quickly put his semi-soft penis away, as from around the corner we heard voices, where moments before we couldn’t have cared less.

The front of his pants were soaked wet with our combined juices. I adjusted my dress, but without panties I could feel the sticky moisture between my legs.

We leaned against each other both totally breathless from our experience. I looked up to see that glint was still in his eyes. I hesitatingly asked him, ‘What now?’

‘What now,’ he asked. ‘I can tell you what now. I am going inside to tell the dinner guests that you aren’t well, a bit breathless, and I am going to see you home.’

‘And the minute I get you inside the limo, that your boss so kindly provided, I am going to repeat the exercise, until this time you beg me to stop.’ I threw back my head laughing and said, ‘You, Mr Robuck, can fuck me all night and I’ll still beg you for more.’

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