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It was early in the morning- I don’t remember exactly when but I think maybe 4am.. or 5am, when she entered my house and slipped into bed. Past Saturday night and into Sunday morning.

She’s had a key to my house from long ago but never used it except to feed my cat when I was out of town, and not even that recently. I had practically forgotten she had it. But she used it Sunday morning.

When I woke at about 6:00am she was sleeping in bed with me, naked. My bed is big, an eastern king size which is wider than normal and I hadn’t felt her climb in. Waking to feel a naked person in bed with me was a bit of a surprise. My mind immediately started through a set of thoughts it goes through whenever I wake with someone I don’t remember going to bed with.

Am I at home or some other place? What was I doing last night? Was I drinking? How much (headache?)? Is this male or female? (If male I immediately try to think of whether appropriate birth control was used). Check my body for signs of activity. Seepage, wetness, dried stuff, soreness or raw flesh that might trigger memories of what I did. Do I know this person? Look at him/her and try to place them and understand how I ended up in this situation. Form a plan. Need to exit fast? If someone I know, do I need a cover story? If not someone I know, do I have their name/phone number (always need that just in case…)? And so on…

In this case I didn’t get far down the list, because I recognized the red hair and smell. I still ran through a few of the items to try and see whether I had been partying and was drunk or what, but I quickly determined that she must have simply slipped in there while I was sleeping.

You can not imagine the amazing feeling that gave me. She has never done that, and it was like we had opened a door and stepped through something. My heart swelled and I felt just plain old grateful that she was there.

So I lay down next to her and spooned her, smelling her hair as it pressed against my nose, feeling her warmth and smoothness against my body. She’s smaller than me and a good size for me to spoon. I kept my hands and legs so they touched her but wasn’t intrusive about it- I wanted her to continue sleeping.

I dozed off like that for a while, as well. It was happy.

She is a bit of an active sleeper. She doesn’t stay in one place, so sleeping in a spooned position doesn’t work for long. We shifted positions, kept dozing, but arms and legs got tangled a bit in the process. She woke me later, around 8:00. I was asleep, facing her, my leg between hers, my hands… akimbo someplace, not touching her.

But she touched me, her fingers on my cheek. I think she brushed some hair back. I woke up and smiled at her. I remember her first words were “Hey, you.”

In response I kissed her on the lips, a gentle kiss of welcoming. I think I said something like, “I am so glad you are here.”

She smiled, which always lights my heart.

We lay together, faces really close, and didn’t say much. My hand went to her and stroked her skin on her upper arm, then her side, down to her hip, then up again. My right hand was scrunched underneath me so couldn’t really do anything. She touched me as well, and we just lay together, touching one another and sometimes kissing a bit.

(She finally had to get up and go to the bathroom, which meant I had to as well, but… we came back to bed and seemed to just move right smack into the same positions we had been in before. Just a bit more awake.)

I asked her when she arrived. She said it was early morning. She had been having trouble sleeping and while she was due over later in the day, since she wasn’t sleeping well she thought she would come over early and maybe nap a bit with me.

This made my heart sing, and to cover tears that were threatening to pop out I kissed her deeply and pulled her body closer to me. With a little squeezing I was able to get my right arm under her and around her waist to hold her close.

We kissed a long time. This is one of the best things about being with another woman, is you get to kiss a lot. For a long time. The main focus is on our lips, the feeling of tongues exploring and playing, biting her lip and having her bite me back, tasting her inside, getting one hand into the softness of her hair and pushing her closer, coming up for air, then diving in again.

But hey. Two girls naked and kissing can’t completely ignore the sensations of pressing their bodies together. Legs move around and slide, intertwine and press. In the process of moving legs and intertwining, other parts come into contact. My thigh slid istanbulescortbayanlar.com up and pressed on her soft sex. I know exactly what that feels like and knew what I was doing. As we kissed her hips moved on my thigh, slowly, very gently.

The other thing that happens when my thigh goes between her legs is feeling she is wet. Yes, she was wet. I mean.. I was wet, why wouldn’t she be?

My right arm was under her and around her waist, not able to really move around much. Mostly what it did was hold her stomach close against mine, something I love with a passion. My left hand caressed her, from her hair down her sides, and gripped her ass.

She has an amazing ass. Not like mine, which is too large and more than a handful.

It strikes me now that she intended all of this, because she came to bed with me not wearing panties. She’s like me, she tends to go to bed wearing just panties. She didn’t have any on this time, unlike me.

The kissing had moved away from mouths and tongues and was expanding its scope. Necks, ears, nuzzles and tongues and wet points behind ears. It was giving me shivers.

My right hand, which was trapped under her struggled down until I could get it on her ass. So I had both hands on her ass. Nice. She was riding my thigh, rubbing actively. My breasts were pressed against hers- I love the feeling of mutual softness. I feel especially naked when her nipple slides against mine.

My breathing was getting harder, as was hers.

Finally she pushed, rolling me over. I didn’t let go of her ass, and she pushed my shoulders down, kissing me from on top, her breasts sliding against mine just delicately (it gave me chills to feel her and I am sure she did it on purpose). But then she shifted completely.

My leg was between hers and stayed there, but in the process of rolling me over to my back she shifted her hips so her pussy was pushing on mine, rather than my thigh. Yeah. It wasn’t a perfect angle, but she had us scissoring.

This had just transitioned from romantic kissing and intimacy to all out sex.

Her hands left my shoulders and slid down my breasts, my stomach, my sides (a super erogenous zone for me), then to my breasts again, and she moved her body up, shifting more. I shifted as well, getting one leg spread out and the knee up so my pussy would be more available for her. I wanted to cum now.

She began grinding. At first, it was gently. Slow and silky. Teasing almost. I looked up at her, seeing her gorgeous face and felt her perfect breasts. God that felt good. Having her there, on top, sliding against me, our wetness mixing and our soft flesh sliding. I tried to move my hips up, press against her harder but she shook her head with a quirky smile (god, I love her smiles, she is always smiling), and moved her hips away, refusing to push hard.

So we slid together for a while, our pussies sliding gently, sometimes just barely touching. I could tell at one point she moved to get the angle just right to get our clits to press lightly against one another. Mine must have been swollen and extended beyond the hood because I could feel it.

I moaned and begged her. “Please…”

She grinned and pushed hard, beginning the real grinding. I was so ready. So was she. My hand reached down and tried to stim my clit a bit, but there wasn’t room and frankly I wanted her body to stimulate it.

I had shifted a bit to the side to get the angle a bit better, but she was still mostly straight on with me, pushing, making it look almost like straight sex missionary- except with her on top. One of my legs hooked hers and I pushed hard, grinding hard.

She was ready. I mean, I could see her erect nipples and she was flushing, her eyes closed and head thrown back a bit. We kept grinding and she shuddered, and gasped the way she does sometimes when she cums. It went on for a bit, and I pushed and ground against her, trying to cum myself.

Well, she finally finished and sort of collapsed on top of me. She isn’t big, and not heavy for me. It felt good to have her laying on top, her length entirely on me.

I wrapped my arms around her, spread my legs and hooked them around her too, just holding her close. This was a hot and sweaty position, we had been working out a bit leading up to that and the warmth and sweat of our bodies were very noticeable. I didn’t mind though. I liked feeling hot and sweaty with her.

She rolled off after a bit and kissed me gently, thanking me. “You didn’t cum though,” she said.

“Almost, but you know it isn’t easy for me tribbing.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her finger sliding along my lips.

“Silly, you know how much I love to trib. You can scissor with me anytime.”

We lay together, staring at the ceiling and holding hands, maybe touching a bit here and there.

“I’m hot and sweaty. I blame you. I want a shower. Wanna come?” I said.

She was up and into the shower before I was, had the shampoo out and was washing her hair. I stepped in and helped a bit.

Her body, her skin, looks so incredible wet, especially soaped and wet. She’s lean, but still with nice boob that will redirect the water, and long hair that catches it and released it in rivulets.

There was no sex in the shower, not really. We soaped and washed and touched and helped each other soap and that involved a lot of touching. She washed my ass, and between my ass cheeks, something I have taught her to do. It might seem weird or icky to others, but having my lover, especially her, getting me clean there is a wonderful feeling. It’s like letting her take possession of me, my most inner and private parts. Parts more private than my pussy.

And it has the advantage that she gets to make sure I am clean there, because when we make love, fingers and tongues sometimes end up in the oddest places.

We dried off, and even tried out my new expensive hair dryer. It’s a Dyson, and cost like… $300? Some ridiculous price. So she wanted to try it out and feel what a $300 hair drier felt like.

I brushed her hair, and she brushed mine while we dried. Hair brushing relaxes me so easily. Having someone else brush me, gently; maybe I am a cat and I love to be petted.

We were naked all through this time and when we were dry and teeth were brushed and we had played enough in the bathroom, she took me and made sure I could see her face and said, “I am going to make you cum.”

I smirked and said, “OK”.

She pulled me into the bed again, staring out by kissing my lips, rubbing my pussy a bit with her thigh, then sliding down very slowly. Her tongue explored very erotic hot spot I have. Behind my ears; under them, my neck, my clavicle, my breasts and especially my nipples (oh god I love when she suckles me).

My sides, next to my breasts, that will get me wet every time. Down across my stomach to inner thighs, skirting my pussy, a standard technique but one assured to get me crazy. And finally she sucked on my pussy lips.

Suction. Pulling them into her mouth, then spreading them with her tongue and diving inside just a bit. Then out again, sucking and teasing my clit, then sucking and inside.

Her hands were on my breasts at first, but then slide down and held my ass cheeks, cupped, to help control my hip movement. Because my hips were moving, showing their desire for her, willing her to force the orgasm out of me.

She knows exactly how to handle my ass while eating me. A firm grip, lifting me a bit, her shoulders forcing my thighs apart if they begin to come in too much. The grip on my buttocks spreading them, just like my legs are forced apart.

It didn’t take long. I felt it begin to come, the warmth and comfort building and when she sensed it (she always can, maybe the way I sound, not sure), she shifted her hands- tongue on my clit, two fingers curled inside, and one finger of the other hand pressing on my anus.

That did it. She hadn’t worked me in that position for more than 15 second when I cried out, pushed up and did whatever it is I do when I come. Grimace. Grip the sheets. Arch my back or push my hips up. Make small moaning noises.

Yeah, it was a delightful orgasm. It lasted a bit too, but eventually I was laying with her fingers in my mouth, tasting myself.

“Oh god, you are good. I am so…”

I was going to say something here but stopped myself, changing it. “So… glad you came over.”

We cuddled again. Held each other loosely, fingers touching whatever they wanted, feet playing with each other. We have this strange little game we play when cuddling sometimes. One of my feet slide under hers and she pushes down on it and I push back. Then she relaxes and I switch with her, sliding my foot on top and pushing down on hers.

Our fingers have certain patterns, too. Steepling, and then coming together, holding with the fingers intertwined, and the sometimes turning upside down so the fingers all stick up. It’s hard to describe, but it is just something we do without ever actually saying anything about it.

These are small little things lovers do when they are incredibly familiar with their partner, and it never fails to make me contented and happy.

She asked when my friend was coming over (late that afternoon, we had a long time). We talked a bit about her insomnia. She really had had trouble sleeping, which was why she had come over. We talked of other mundane matters with out legs over one another’s and hands playing with each other, and an occasional kiss or nuzzle between the laughs.

She laughs a lot, did you know that? So do I, I am a bit of a clown, but she laughs in such a genuine, happy way. She uplifts me and makes my heart swell.

And eventually, we were just kissing- no more talk, no more playing, but kissing seriously and letting our hands and fingers find each other again. It was a kind of mutual, unspoken agreement that we would make love yet again.

Our fingers found each other’s pussies and we lay together, arms crossed, legs spread and crossed over each other’s, giving the other access. We were laying on our backs, but heads turned to look at each other as we masturbated each other.

(I don’t remember when the covers and sheet had been kicked off but it had been a long time before.)

She looked like she was beginning to really get into it, and I said, “Oh no, properly this time…”

And rolled over on top of her. I slid my arms under her legs, lifting her knees up and spreading her legs wide, forcing her knees way up so her hips were rotated toward me. The classic position that guys love- shove her legs all the way up.

I spread my own legs and slid my pussy on top of hers and began to grind on her. It took a little hip motion to get a nice sliding up and down, but it is possible.

“Don’t you ever tell me I don’t love doing this,” I said to her softly.

I really was doing it to her missionary style.

Sometimes I wonder how hard it is for guys to really fuck a girl hard- I mean, I have been pounded hard before so I’ve been bruised, and the motion has got to be a lot of effort for the guy. I remember thinking about this as I fucked her, pushing and sliding my pussy lips against hers, sharing the feeling of mutual contact and stimulation. Unlike with a guy, I understood exactly the sensations she was experiencing.

She might have come that way, but I wanted to taste her so I slid down on her, quickly, not the way she had done with me, and found her flesh ready for me.

Oh god, she put her fingers into my hair. I would eat her all day if she were to do that. Just… grab my hair and pull it while I am eating her. My fingers went inside her like I know she likes, and I could feel the slight but consistent rocking of her hips that means she is approaching orgasm. Not there yet, but encouraging it, bringing it along.

The orgasm itself was pretty damn obvious because her hands grabbed my hair hard, hard enough to hurt a bit. But not enough to slow me down. I made sure she had the best orgasm I could give her with tongue and fingers.

When it was over I slid up and kissed her, knowing she could taste herself on my lips, and then offered her my fingers, which she dutifully sucked clean. And laughed. She always laughs after cumming, it’s a joy. I sometimes cry after cumming which is a bit awkward, but she laughs. It made me laugh too.

We rolled over onto our backs and laughed for a bit, holding hands. I remember thinking I needed to get a mirror for the ceiling, because I wanted desperately to see what the two of us looked like just then. The redhead and the brunette laying together naked after having made love.

We spooned after that, relaxing and the warmth of being together. She wanted to be the big spoon which doesn’t work because I am a lot taller than she. But we did it, and it was nice. Being the little spoon always reminds me of being in bed with a guy, because I am usually big spoon when with a girl. But it felt good to feel her naked body all along my back and hips.

She fingered me after a while, reaching around and then sliding around and coming in from the back. I lifted my leg up and back over her legs to give her access. It was a lovely feeling to just have her play with me.

Eventually she stopped.

And eventually I realized she had gone to sleep.

I chuckled to myself. It would have been nice if she had continued fingering, I could have had more orgasms, for sure. But it was clear, she was tired and hadn’t had enough sleep.

Slowly, I wormed my way out of bed without disturbing her (too much), covered her with the sheet, and went off to do some things around the house like, well, answering emails. I sat in my big thinking chair, which is next to the bedroom window with the tiniest bit of a view of the hills, and watched her while she slept.

It had been a dream morning. A time that had filled me with happiness and love.

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Dream Love

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“Mmmmmmmmmm. Yessssssss, right there. God, that is soooooooooo fucking good…”

On my way to bed, I stop before my daughter Kristin’s bedroom door when I hear this. It is definitely her voice, and I think for a few moments she may have someone with her. But then it occurs to me that it’s more likely that she is dreaming: Kristin is a deep sleeper, but quite vocal when she dreams. Still, I decide to peek in to make sure she is indeed alone. Too, I am curious: I’ve heard her murmuring in her sleep as though she was talking to a friend, her brother, me, or even having a nightmare; but never had her dream talk sounded so…erotic.

I slowly open the door and peek in; by the glow of the streetlight outside her window, she is easy to see. She lays in her full-sized bed on her back, the sheets kicked away, wearing what I know to be just a tank top and panties, and is obviously writhing; as she continues to murmur (“oooooooooh, Jesus, yessssssssss, suck them, suck them hard…bite them! Ahhhhhhhh…”), her arms and legs move up and down, side to side; her fingers grip the sheets; her back arches and her hips thrust up; and her head thrashes back and forth as she pants. This display of lovely, sinuous delight is very captivating; quite unconsciously I open the door more widely and enter my daughter’s room, slowly walking toward her bed. I also hope she might give me some idea as to whom she’s with.

I stand above Kristin as she moves in seemingly increasing pleasure, alternately gasping and biting her lower lip. In the streetlamp’s light I can see beads of perspiration on her smooth, soft, pale skin; see her small, round breasts quivering, and her rose-petal nipples becoming tight and hard under the thin tank top; and quite to my surprise and confused fascination, smell the sweet-salty scent of her arousal. My gaze travels down her slender body to the crotch of her panties; I take in a quick, quiet breath as I see the small but spreading stain there.

Watching my daughter’s erotic dreaming, I can’t help but look at her in a manner different, yet somehow complementary, to the way I usually did; as my beloved child but also as a sexual being, delighting in herself and her capacity for pleasure. Only 19, Kristin is lovely: around 5’4 and 105 pounds; shoulder-length chestnut hair; oval face with large, jade eyes and a small, full mouth; slim-formed, with round, high breasts; a narrow waist and a flat tummy with the cutest slit of a navel; gently rounded hips; long legs with full thighs and narrow calves; tiny feet with long toes, curling now in her abandon; and glowing, silken, pale skin over every inch. I am maternally proud of my daughter’s beauty, and now am taking a certain perverse pride in her sensuality nakedly on show before me. Plus, I find that my curiosity about Kristin’s dream-loving is turning more…personal.

As I stare, seemingly hypnotized, I discover that I’m becoming aroused: breathing faster, my nipples tightening, and squeezing my thighs together; quite unconsciously for us both, Kristin’s delight is turning me on, as well. At the first touch of my fingers to my aching breasts, I jerk back to myself: what am I doing; becoming excited, then even more so, as I spy on my daughter’s erotic dreams? At that point I know, morally and ethically, that I should withdraw and let her have her delightful visions alone. But…I’ve long known myself to be a highly erotic person: easily aroused, if rather shy about seeking its fulfillment with someone else. So seeing someone so obviously in the throes of passion, despite that person being a young woman and my own daughter, I simply can’t help being caught in the delicious trap of becoming turned on, too…I-simply-can’t. Even the sudden, shocking, and self-disgusted realization that my spying on Kristin, asleep and unaware, is increasing my arousal can stop me from continuing. Throwing convention to the wind, I cup my breasts and pinch my now-erect nipples between my fingers as I watch my child’s erotic display.

Panting now myself, I continue to touch and caress myself as I concentrate on Kristin’s murmured gasps: “Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, that is soooooooooo fucking fine! I love what you’re doing with your tongue! Yessssssssssss, put your fingers there, oh right there…ahhhhhhhhh fuck, what you’re doing to me…ohhhhhhhhhh!” Need I mention that her foul language, so unlike my darling, baby girl, is turning on me even more? And, oh my God…is that the sound of wetness I hear as my daughter’s legs thrash in her ever-heightening ecstasy? My hands glide, quite without control now, down over my heaving tummy and over my hips, pressing on my soft cunt, now becoming moist with my own excitement. Even the thought of discovering who she is dreaming of has completely slipped my mind in the haze of my growing arousal.

Any hope I have of ending this madness is rapidly fading.

Breathing so hard and fast, Kristin thrusts up her hips again and again; the stain now spreading all over the crotch of her panties and her scent filling the room with a heady sweetness. She whispers, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! God, when you lick me istanbulescortbayanlar.com there, you drive me fucking crazy! So, so, sooooooooo fucking gooooooood!” Her soft hair, matting with her perspiration, is thrown over her face as she shakes her head wildly. Again, without conscious thought, I reach down to move her hair from her face; as I do, I almost jerk my hand back when Kristin smiles and murmurs, “I adore your touch; so soft and loving”. With that, and with being struck by the silken, baby-like smoothness of her pale skin, I know I have to touch more of her. So, my fingers slide, ever so gently, down over her temple, her cheek, her mouth…and I almost climax right then and there when she opens her lips, then closes them around my finger. She sucks my finger gently at first, then harder, as I struggle to not let my now-weak knees cause me to collapse to the floor; I tremble as I feel my pussy’s nectar flow over the swollen lips and trickle down my thighs. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as Kristin’s soft, wet tongue snakes over my finger.

Not wanting to, but at the same time desiring to continue my fingertip exploration, I gently take my now-glistening finger from my daughter’s warm mouth and glide all my fingers down the fevered skin of her throat; as I do this, Kristin sighs and throws her head back. My fingers find their way down onto her chest, then circle her small, quivering breasts; she pants, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, oooooooooh, I love having my boobs touched and played with, and you do it sooooooo nicely!” I smile to myself as my fingers spiral inward, ever closer to her tiny, hard nipples. When my forefinger touchs her left nipple she gasps, and her back arches again. She whispers, “Yessssssssssssss!” She thrashes all over the bed as I first caress, then flick, then pinch her erect nipples. She gasps and cries out, and her hands cover mine; I almost stop touching her, but she does this only to push my palm onto her lovely, ever-so-soft breast.

Suddenly, she whispers, “I can’t stand this anymore!”, and for a heartbroken moment I think she wants to stop. Instead, she continues: “Your touching me is soooooooooooo fucking good, I’m about to cum! Fucking god, make me naked right now; I need to feel your hands and mouth all over me!” I gape stupidly for a few moments, only slowly realizing my own daughter wants me to undress her so I can further take advantage of her! Well, sad to say that by this time any compunction and self-control I may have had is long gone; I am almost mindless in my arousal, and wanting nothing more than to make love with this beautiful young girl, writhing and panting before me…who happens to be my own flesh-and-blood, and only dreaming this. Those facts make the prospect almost unbearably delightful…

My heart in my throat, my tummy almost painfully knotted, and my cunt pulsing with need, I whisper, “Sit up, darling.” And Kristin immediately sits up, and without my prompting raises her arms over her head; her eyes still closed and she seemingly still deeply asleep. With trembling fingers, I fumble with the hem of the thin tank top and then pull the shirt over her head and off, tossing it uncaringly away. I stop a few moments to admire my daughter’s exposed beauty in the lamplight: those small, high breasts, quivering with her heartbeat and breathing; those nipples, usually round and plump like pink rose petals, now tiny, dark and hard; her flat, soft tummy with its delightful little navel slit, gently undulating as she breathes; her pale skin showing tiny glints of sweat. I’d only seen her nude recently in passing, and paid attention to other girls her age only when I was a teenager too and we played our little, erotic games; I’d never fully appreciated how gorgeous she was becoming, nor had I any idea that she could arouse me so…far more than anyone, man or other woman, had before. I realize that my danger is not only possibly alienating my daughter if she discovers that I’d had sex with her while she was asleep, or getting caught during or after the act by others; no, it is occurring to me that I would have to fight falling in love with Kristin…

She smiles and whispers, “Now…”, and lays back down on the bed, pushing her hips up; it is obvious what she wants. I smile an affectionate, aroused smile as I take the elastic of her now-sodden panties in my fingers and pull them down and off of her smooth, soft legs, tossing them away as well. Now my daughter lays naked before me: her gently flaring hips heaving slowly; her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening with her honey; her legs splayed in naked invitation; her delicate, swollen pussy lips opening and closing with her legs’ movements. Her eyes are still closed as her body undulates gently, her breath comes in small, fast gasps, her fingers clutch and release the damp sheets. I tremble again as I gaze upon her, a last whisper of sanity dying in my mind as my desire surges: I am going to make love to my sleeping, dreaming daughter, and to hell with the consequences.

Kristin reaches up to touch me for the first time (a hazy part of my mind is amazed that she can detect so much in her sleep, such as where I am at the moment); my whole body jerks and I inhale sharply as she lays her hands on my hips. I am crushed when I see her frown as she caresses me; I think she’s disappointed with the way I feel. In fact she is, but not in the manner I think; she lets me know this by murmuring, “You’re not naked, too? Ohhhhhhhhh…” I laugh softly but giddily with my relief, and whisper, “Just a minute, precious”. I straighten to unbutton the top of my satin pajamas, then shrug it off. It is followed by the bottoms, then my quite-soaked panties. As I turn slightly to throw the pajama bottoms to the side, I catch my reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the wall. I turn fully to look at myself in the mirror for a few moments, perhaps to see myself as Kristin might see me: a 39-year-old woman, about 5’7 and around 135 pounds; shoulder-length, dark brown hair, surrounding an oval face with hazel eyes and a wide mouth; fairly bosomy, with large, round, brown nipples now tightening to aching points; a narrow waist, and a slightly-rounded tummy with a wide slit of a navel; a bit hippier with age, but not too much; a mound covered thickly with long, straight, dark hair, now dewed with droplets of my excitement. I turn once more, enough to see my bottom: round, high, full, but with no big pocks of cellulite. I smile appreciatively, and think to myself: “all in all, Trish, not bad for a part-time college English instructor with two kids. Except for the maddening horniness, divorcing Ron hasn’t hurt you a bit. And now, to claim the best of all possible rewards for my patience…”

I turn fully back to Kristin, who is still writhing on the bed. She whispers just as I finish turning, “Mmmmmmmmm. That’s the way I adore seeing you. You’re so beautiful and soooooooo fucking hot, I want and need you to fuck me right now, so hard and so long that I pass out. Come on…fuck me!” Had I been in anything like my right mind I might wonder if she is still asleep, despite her eyes being closed; either she’s awake and fully consenting to this delicious insanity, or her erotic dream is perfectly timed with reality. Sadly, I am far beyond caring; I’m not thinking, only feeling.

I lay down beside Kristin; immediately, she takes me into her arms and pulls me close. The feel of her hot, moist skin against mine is intoxicating. She takes my face between her hands and presses her lips to mine; she kisses me with a passionate abandon, and I return it in equal measure. Her tongue glides over my lips, then pushes into my mouth, entwining my tongue as I close my lips around her tongue and suck. My fingers slide over the soft skin of her back, up over her shoulders then down, down, down over her spine to the small of her back; I give in to temptation and take her round, quivering bottom in my palms, squeezing both cheeks; she giggles into my mouth, then gasps as my fingers glide over them into the cleft of her bottom. Her fingers tighten painfully in my hair, where they had been just caressing. The now-combined aromas of our flowing cunts are growing thicker and headier by the moment. I wrap my legs around my daughter, and feel her do the same to me.

After kissing, tonguing, and caressing for what seems a blissful eternity, Kristin breaks our kiss and trails her tongue down my chin and onto my throat. While I have given in completely to sin, I still know what I want first and foremost: to give pleasure to my darling daughter, and so receive it in return. Thus, I regretfully lift her head from my neck where she’s been kissing, licking and sucking the skin of my throat, and whisper, “Ah-ah, baby doll; you wanted pleasure, and you’re going to get as much as you can stand.” She gives a mock pout, but then smiles and lays on her back, her arms out to me, and her legs spread; her scent wafts even more thickly, and I almost lose control. But as I move to poise myself above her I think we both know she will get what she desires, and what I desire above all else to give her.

I lay down on top of my nude daughter, my arms closing around her as her arms and legs snake around me. We press our breasts and pussies together hungrily as I kiss her again; the heat of our need is almost unbearable. This time it is my tongue that thrusts into her mouth, entwining itself around her tongue, and it is her lips that close to suck. I gaspe into her mouth and push my breasts and cunt against hers even more forcefully as I feel her fingernails raking down my back. God, she is a natural at this! Or has she lots of experience…? I push the thought out of my mind as I tangle my fingers in Kristin’s fine hair, first caressing, then pulling; she cries out into my mouth as she wraps her legs more tightly about my hips and humps my mound even harder. I fuck her pussy with mine until I feel the first glimmering of an orgasm start in my erect, little clit. I then regretfully pull my dripping cunt away from hers despite her disappointment, breaking our kiss to trace my tongue down onto her throat. There I lick and suck the soft skin, to her gasped cries of pleasure and her sinking her nails into the cheeks of my bottom.

After crazily making sure my daughter will have a hickey that will last a while (and no doubt make her wonder how she could possibly have gotten it), I glide my tongue down her chest and around her lovely breasts; her chest and tummy heave with her excitement. I swirl my tongue over the silky-soft flesh of her left breast to the little nugget of a nipple crowning it. As I lick her, I smile as she whispers, “oooooooooh, Jesus, yessssssssss, suck them again, suck them hard…bite them like you did last time! Ahhhhhhhh…” I am happy to know my contribution to her fantasy is as good as that of whomever she’s with in her dream. I flick my tongue over the hard little button of flesh then take it between my lips, sucking it in deeply then gently closing my teeth around it. Kristin’s fingers delve into the cleft of my bottom as I suck and nibble her nipple, squeezing my cheeks painfully as she gasps, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssss!” and rubbing her sodden cunt over my tummy. Her skin is delicious, especially marinated in her adolescent sweat.

I release her nipple to a small cry of disappointment; but she is soon crooning in ecstasy again as I trace my tongue over to her other breast and nipple, sucking the tiny nub of hard, sweet flesh into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue tip, nibbling it with my teeth. Kristin buries her face in my damp hair and whispers hoarsely, “I had no idea how good you’d be, no idea at all. Oh, my fucking Godddddddd…” I smile again as I release her sensitive nipple and trace my tongue over to her armpit; raising her arm, I bury my mouth in it, licking it to taste her still-childish sweetness; she is almost crying in her pleasure.

I kiss and lick down further, over her side. At this she jumps and giggles, whispering laughingly, “Stop it! I’m ticklish, ya know!” I do know, but my pleasure at making love with my daughter has made me sillily giddy, and I continue to tickle her. She laughs harder, though never higher than a whisper, until she is gasping and hiccupping. I only relent when she chokes out, “Stoppppp—it! You’re making me—pee on—myself!” I nip her skin with my teeth, catching a whiff of something: yes, I guess I have made her wet herself; I suppose that I should feel bad about it, but somehow it only arouses me all the more. I let her lay there and catch her breath as I kiss and lick over her heaving tummy, tasting the milky sweetness of her young skin and the salt of her sweat. She gasps almost loudly and grips the wrought-iron headboard when I plunge my tongue into her navel; she coughs out, “Oh, my fucking God! I can’t believe how good this is!”

By now, the scrumptious scent of Kristin’s glistening pussy is driving me wild; I’ve never tasted a woman’s juices save my own, but there is nothing more exciting, more intoxicating at this moment than the smell of my daughter’s cunt-nectar…mixed with the aroma of her urine, it somehow makes me even more needful. I kiss and lick my way down her tummy, holding her more-or-less still by her hips. I push her soft, moist thighs further apart, then kiss, lick and nibble the satiny flesh of their inner sides. The only idea I have as to what to do at this point is what I know I like, so I employ it…and it seems to be working, as my daughter becomes increasingly agitated: gasping, moaning and cursing, and her pussy is now saturated by its look and smell.

“Oh fuck, oh God, oh Jesus, please…I can’t take anymore! Fuck me now, lick me now, make me cum now. Fuck, fuck, fuck…now, now, NOW!” Kristin is almost crying again, thrashing, thrusting her cunt toward my mouth; I look up to see her pinching and pulling her nipples. I smile and relent once more; my darling is going to get what she wants…now.

I press my lips to the soft, thin hair on her mound; she immediately thrusts her pussy up again. I kiss and trace my tongue over her mound, then down between her inner thighs and her cuntlips; my first taste of her honey is almost overwhelming: sweet, tart, and beyond divine. As I trail my tongue lightly over her swollen pussy lips, she gasps hard and fast between her teeth, pushing her cunt up and out again and again. I taste her pee when I glide my tongue tip downward over her slit; lightly salty, wholly delicious. After this delight, I open her pussylips with my tongue and push it inside my daughter. She reacts by arching her back and crying out, pumping her oozing pussy to my mouth, fucking herself with my tongue; I can feel her hard, little clit tickling my nose.

I don’t relent this time; I thrust my tongue deeply inside her, tasting her, swallowing her delectable nectar as it flows into my mouth, tracing my tongue tip over her sugar walls as far back as I can go…then push deeper as Kristin grasps my hair and pushes my face deeper into her now-sloshing cunt. I almost drown, never dreaming and not caring that a girl her age can get so copiously wet (even I didn’t do so at her age), only continuing to tonguefuck her, drink her, relish her, love her. But, as it seems she will last longer than me I pull my tongue out but continue to lick her inner and outer lips, enjoying the mixed flavors of nectar and pee as I never thought I would.

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I woke early in the hotel room. My head hurt. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, washing off the dried cum. I dressed and got out of there. There was a text from Sarah on my cell phone. Apparently she’d checked that I was OK and didn’t want to wake me. She’d got a ride home with one of the guys. I wondered if that’s all he gave her.

On the drive home my mind poured over what had happened the night before, or what I could remember of it. Actually, that was a lie. I was drunk, but I could remember all of it. Being topless in front of everyone, being briefly fucked over the pool table like a slut in front of everyone. Sucking the barman’s cock and letting him cum in my mouth after he had offered me $100 for the pleasure. I had accepted money to such a guy’s cock. That’s what whores do. No, it wasn’t like that. Yes, I did willingly suck his cock. But it wasn’t for the money. I didn’t need the money. I just said yes. That he was offering money had nothing to do with it. But why did I say yes? The fact that I didn’t need the money only made it worse – what kind of slut had I become? It wouldn’t have been half so bad had I done it because I’d been destitute. I didn’t need the cash, but I did it anyway. And the barman now thinks I am a hooker. Why wouldn’t he? He offered me money to blow him, and then I took him in my mouth. And he’d seen me getting fucked by Brian – so did Roger and whoever else was there. God. He’s probably telling the other bar staff right now that he got the greatest blow job of his life from some hooker slut at a Buck’s night. It repulsed me deeply that I had done such a thing, committed such an ultimate and fundamental sin. So shameful. A whore. Last night I was a common whore. He told me I was a great little cocksucker. A great little cocksucker…

I felt the tears welling in my eyes as the BMW glided along the freeway on cruise control. How had it come to this? I’m not a slut! I’m not a whore! I’m a respectable business executive. That’s what I am. This is getting out of control. This cannot continue; it was fun for a while but this is not me, not who I am, and now it must stop. No more of this modeling stuff or exposing myself to guys. I must get my life back to where I was before… before that damned car show.

Mercifully, my hangover was gone by Monday morning. I considered swapping back to my old dowdy work wear, as if to reinforce my resolve to get back on the straight and narrow, but at the last minute I decided against it. The weather was warm and I would be more comfortable in one of my new skirts. Besides, the past was in the past now; I would throw all my energies into my work. It was fun but now I am moving on.

In the short term that amounted to a tedious few days with young Brad and Pete from the downstairs floor. Hopefully they’ve come up with something better this time for the Luca deal. The meeting was at 1pm, and if my hopes weren’t high I wasn’t to be disappointed.

This time they’d gone the esoteric route, but they’d ended up with something so weird it was almost laughable. It reminded me of the Simpsons episode where Homer had got an ad agency to do a TV spot for his Mr Plow business, and they came up with an all-singing, all-dancing Georgio Armani style thing – completely out of context. Well, not that extreme, but they were even wider from the mark than before.

“Guys,” I said. “This just isn’t it at all.” I was even wondering whether or not it had been a joke. I was exasperated. “Think. I know it’s not an easy product to sell, but this ain’t it. I don’t know, if you can’t come up with anything from the brief, why not try the environmental route? The product apparently has some green credentials, so if you’re going to go down this kind of whimsical avenue, maybe that’s the way to go.”

“Er, OK Anne, will give it another try,” said Brad. Pete was just standing there staring at my tits. Damn it, I was wearing the same sheer blouse as I had the week before. Brad was checking me out too. I hoped they had paid attention, but by the looks on their faces I wasn’t sure. I bet they were thinking I was some kind of bitch to be rejecting their work for a second time.

I wished Kelly were here. But she was out on a course all week. She had more commonsense than these two put together. What do they teach these kids in college these days? They weren’t actually all that much younger than me, but I somehow felt so much older.

After work I decided to go to the swimming centre. Hadn’t been for a while, but it might be a nice change of pace from the gym, I thought; a few laps in the pool will be great therapy, both mental and physical. I took my new swim suit – using it for the first time as it was intended to be used. I pushed myself hard through the first 20 laps, then did another 10 backstroke, forcing my body hard through the water, admonishing myself, getting it out of my system. I felt much better afterwards as I headed for the showers. My body felt good, nicely worked, almost but not quite exhausted. Being peak time at the end of a working day, the pool had been fairly crowded. It occurred to me as I stripped off and headed for the showers, how nonchalant alanya escort I was now about appearing naked in the women’s locker rooms; how before I would have done my best not to be seen without my clothes on by any of the other women there. Now being naked just seemed natural. Well, I thought, if that’s what I have taken from the experiences of the past few weeks, that can only be a good thing, surely?

Soaping up under the warm shower felt very nice, invigorating. There were a couple of other women showering as well; one younger than I, one older. The younger girl’s pussy was shaved, just like mine. I noticed them both checking out my body, but then I realized that I had also been stealing the odd glance their way too. There was nothing in it, really; just what people do in such situations. The young girl had a fantastic figure; she reminded me of Sarah. She looked familiar; I thought I’d seen her here before. She looked hot, too; this girl was obviously a keen swimmer. I wished I had such broad shoulders, I mused to myself. She saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back. It was a little embarrassing; I wasn’t meaning to stare at her. I wasn’t sure whether her smile was one of embarrassment, or if it implied something else.

As I dried myself, the girl was over in the other corner of the change room doing the same. She looked up at me a couple of times. But then I must have been looking at her to have noticed it. She had such big dark eyes, there was almost something cat-like about her. She had jet back hair in a bob style, reminiscent of a ’20s Flapper girl, slightly androgynous, but unmistakably feminine. This girl would have to be bisexual, I thought to myself, maybe even a complete lesbian. But then, how would I know? Who, for that matter, among those knew me would know that I was bi? Yes, she was looking my way, and she was smiling. She was still dressing by the time I was ready to go. Something inside me urged me to wait, stall for time until she too was leaving. But instead I hauled myself up off the seat and threw my bag over my shoulder. I had to pass near her on the way to the exit. She caught my eye as I went past. She smiled as I left the building.

“See you later,” she grinned at me. Her voice was like silk.

“See ya,” I replied.

Outside the change room I stopped. Maybe I need to re-tie my shoe laces, and while I’m doing that she’ll come out of the change room? No, keep going. This is ridiculous. Go home, make yourself a nice meal and go to bed.

That had been the plan, until I got a call on my cell on the drive home. It was Kelly.

“Hi Kel, what’s up? How’s the course?”

“Boring, boring, BORING! But that’s not why I’ve called. It’s Rick – the sponsor for the race car, he’s signed! Isn’t that fantastic! Anne, we did it!”

“Hey, that’s great!”

“Anne we’re having a celebration party tonight, do you want to come?”

“Look, I’d love to, but I’m really tired and I want to get an early night.”

“OK, but look, I’m not far from your place, how about I drop in for a quick drink on the way? I’ve got champagne!”

“Why not,” I said. “I’m only five minutes away – I’ll see you when you get there.”

I’d only just got in the door when Kelly arrived. Opening the door, she embraced me in a big bear hug. It felt great to be hugged like that after what I’d been through. Hugged by someone I loved. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and I kissed her back.

“Champagne, anyone?” she said, twirling the neck of the bottle in her fingers.

“Yes please!” I said, heading into the kitchen for a couple of glasses.

“Oh Anne, this is such great news!” she said as she popped the cork. “It was looking a bit doubtful the other day, but in the end Hank agreed and now it’s all go! Rick is so happy!”

“I’m glad,” I said. “I think he deserves it.”

We sat there and sipped our drinks. It was good champagne. Kelly was wearing in a little summer dress, no bra, I noticed. The dress was very short, way too short for work attire, even if she was on a course.

“Kel, that dress you’re wearing, is that what you wore on the course today?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit casual, but it’s not like I’m in the office.”

“Hmm, but I don’t know if Mr Sheldon would approve.”

“Yeah, maybe not, but who cares?”

She was sitting opposite with her legs slightly apart. I couldn’t help but look. And when she leaned forward to put her glass down, her leg splayed open a bit more. Then I saw her clit ring – the little minx wasn’t wearing panties.

“Kelly, aren’t you wearing anything under that dress?”

“Um, nope!”

“You are a bad girl. Such a bad influence on me!”

She laughed. Then she stood up and stretched. The hem of her dress rode up above her pussy; I could see it clearly. She watched me as I stared at her bare pussy.

“Kel! I can see everything when you do that! You can’t have gone to the course like that?”

“Well, I did have my panties on before. But I took them off in the car. Thought I’d give Rick a little surprise,” she giggled.

Then she walked over to me. She antalyajazzfestival.com hitched up her dress so that now it was around her waist. Her pussy and ass were totally exposed as she stood in front of me. The ring in her clitoris was somehow fascinating – incongruous and almost obscene that how anyone could have such a lewd piece of jewelry, especially someone as seemingly sweet as Kelly.

“I’ve been thinking of that night we had together a lot,” she said. “I want to do it again.”

I was still seated. She was standing directly in front of me, holding up her dress, basically offering herself to me. Her pussy was barely a foot away from my face. It looked beautiful; the soft folds of her delicate pussy contrasting wonderfully with the hard steel ring. She was offering herself to me as I gazed on her sweet little sex. I could feel my arousal building. My mouth was watering.

“Anne, eat me.”

I moved in closer and licked her above her clit, running my tongue around the ring. I was licking a woman for the first time in my life! I moved down to her outer lips and licked them up and down, one side after another, trying to replicate the way she had done it to me. She was so soft against my tongue. She was breathing heavily. She was moaning. She tasted so sweet! I felt encouraged – I was turning her on; I was going down on a woman for the first time, and making her wet!

I ran my tongue up her slit, top to bottom, tasting her wetness for the first time. The taste was familiar, intoxicating. She shuddered under my touch and it thrilled me.

“Ooohhh, yes. Yes! Yes!”

I picked up my pace licking her up and down like an ice cream for the nest few minutes. I let one hand stray down to my pussy and rubbed myself hard.

“Yes! Oh Anne, that’s so good! Lick me! Yes! Ooh, pull my clit ring, pull it hard!”

I did as she asked. Pulling the ring seemed to open her lips a little more. I slid my tongue inside her opening. Oohh, it felt so wicked; I was virtually fucking her with my tongue. I could feel her juices on my chin.

“Harder! Pull it harder! Harder!”

I yanked on the ring hard and dove my tongue inside her, exploring a woman with my tongue for the first time, like my past boyfriends had done to me. This was how it felt! I felt her hands go around my head as she started shaking.

“OOOhhh, yes! Yes, that’s it! Oohh! Oohh! Oohh!”

She was shuddering now, she was cumming against my face. Her whole body shook as she ground her pussy into my drenched cheeks. She was drenching me: I could feel her squirting all over my face! Soon she calmed down as the orgasm subsided. She slumped to her knees and kissed me, licking her juices off my face. I licked her back. We fell back in an embrace on the sofa.

Soon she jumped up.

“Oh gosh, look at the time! Anne, I’ve got to go – Rick said don’t be late, and it’s already 7.30!”

She gave me a huge kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth as she held me tight.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go!”

I lay there rubbing my pussy as she shut the door, licking my lips around my chin, savoring the remaining juices. I lay back and rubbed myself until I came. The release I felt from that combined with the effects of the champagne must have made me drowsy, because the next thing I knew it was morning, and I was still on the sofa.

That night I’d dreamed of Kelly. Very strange. In the dream we were at work, and she came into my office, with a hot and bothered look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Kel,” I asked.

“Ooh, I’m sorry Anne, but I’m so horny!” She was almost hysterical. “I can’t help it. They guys down stairs keep reaching under my skirt and playing with my clit ring! I can’t stop them! But Anne it’s making me so horny, I can hardly stand it! I knew I should have worn panties today!”

The white skirt she was wearing was so short it didn’t even cover her. Her ass and pussy, and even the clit ring, were totally exposed. She might as well have been wearing nothing. Of course they were playing with her clit ring – looking at her like that, I wanted to play with it myself. I stared at her exposed pussy. She was very wet.

“Oh please Anne, help me!”

With that she climbed on the desk in front of me and spread her legs, thrusting herself at me shamelessly, gyrating her hips around my face like some kind of music video clip dancer.

“OK, I said, seeing that she was in obvious need, “but only this once. After that it’s back to work.”

“Oh yes, I’ll work hard, I’ll let anyone fuck me that you want; just lick me, please, lick me now!”

I ran my tongue all the way up her pink, wet opening.

“Oohhh yess!! Oooh, grab my clit ring! Yes, pull it hard, harder!”

I pulled the ring, pulling her hood out so I could get my tongue underneath as I stroked her all the way, up and down with my tongue. She started screaming. She was cumming; she thrust her pelvis into my face and gripped my head with her thighs. With my ears covered by her legs I mustn’t have heard James walk in the door, which hadn’t been closed. He was very pissed.

“When you two little sluts have finished there,” he bellowed in that deep voice of his, “I want to see you in my office.”

He was standing there in his suit, a white suit – everyone seemed to be wearing white – but his cock was hanging out, standing proudly and obscenely erect. We collected ourselves and went upstairs to face the boss, not saying a word to each other. As we walked into the office, I suddenly realized I wasn’t wearing white – I wasn’t wearing anything.

“Anne, what the fuck was that all about?” he growled. His cock was still outside his suit, still hard. And what the hell is that?”

He was pointing to my pussy. I looked down and saw that I was wearing an enormous clit ring.

“You know that jewelry worn by employees of this company must first be approved by myself. Look at Kelly. Her ring is modest, perfectly acceptable. Yours is obscene! What have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mr Sheldon, I don’t know what I was thinking. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“OK, apology accepted. Have it fixed by tomorrow morning. Now get down on your knees.”

I did as I was told as he walked towards me, his cock sticking straight out of his pants.

“Well, you know what to do; it’s not as though we haven’t been through this before.”

I took his cock into my mouth.

“Good. Anne you’re such an excellent cocksucker, a real credit to the firm. You might not be much good for anything else, but you sure as hell know how to suck cock.”

I sucked him enthusiastically, looking up at him towering above me. He looked so powerful; he was powerful. I watched as his head flung back and he thrust his cock deep inside my mouth, down my throat, and I felt triumphant as he pumped his seed inside me. I swallowed everything.

“Good girl. Now, try to act within company guidelines please? I don’t want to have to do this again!”

“Yes sir!” I said. I looked up and the entire staff was standing in the small office, watching me, making little comments like, ‘not her again’, and ‘when’s she gonna learn?’.

Then suddenly I was back in my office. Slumping into my chair, I realized I couldn’t move my hands or legs – they were in chains, my hands locked to the sides of the chair and my ankles to the legs of the desk. I was still naked. I looked down and there was a chain attached to my clit ring with a huge steel ball on the other end. It was teetering on the edge of the chair between my legs, but tied up I could do nothing to stop it as it rolled towards the end of the chair and tumbled off. The end of the chain didn’t reach the floor, so it just hung there in mid air, pulling sharply on the ring in my clit, the pain surging through my loans almost unbearable. It was then that I woke up.

Well, I thought, so much for the new old-style demure me, as I contemplated not so much the dream but what had happened the night before in real life with Kelly. But hang on, I thought. What is wrong with that? Having sexual relations with a girl is not the same as exposing yourself to a bunch of guys, or being paid to give some old barman a blow job. You are bisexual – so what? Lots of people are. There’s no need to tell the world about; you can keep it to yourself, like lots of people do. Then I considered the fact that there were already at least three people who did know – Kelly, Sarah and Rick – but then I thought, ‘what the heck’, people can know or say what they like, and it’s not a capital offence to like women as well as men.

Being able to draw a separation between my newfound sexuality and the exhibitionism of the recent past was comforting. It pointed to a way forward. In the future I might have relations with girls, I might not. It will be a matter of personal preference, and it has nothing to do with the sordid goings on of recent weeks. That was an entirely different matter.

I threw myself into my work. Brad and Pete finally came up with the goods – their revised concept was still whimsical, but close enough to the mark. We refined it further until I was happy with it, but in the end I had to admit the conclusion we reached had more to do with fatigue than brilliant creativity. But it was done, and next week the three of us would be off to present it to Luca.

Next day I wore one of my conservative longer skirts. To be honest, it made me feel ugly. I did it more as a test, to see how far my personal tastes had changed. Evidently they had changed quite a bit. The clothes felt heavy, constrictive. Yet this outfit had been fine only a month ago. The consoling feature of my dress was the fact that underneath I was wearing the g-string with SEX written across the front. The fact that underneath my drab exterior I was wearing something so raunchy made me feel more… what was it? Not so much sexy, but authentic. Authentic in terms of how I felt deep inside as a sexual being. Not a slut, just sexy. I had to admit that just as I couldn’t deny my bisexuality, I couldn’t suppress my sexuality in total. But I could hide it. Like I was now. Maybe that’s the key: I can look ordinary on the outside, but dress like a, well, like a slut in the inside – if I chose to. I could wear underwear that was as sexy as I pleased – even sexier than what I already had – maybe see-through or something, and no one would be any the wiser. It seemed like a reasonable compromise.

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It was Leslie’s first day back to camp in ten years. The last time she was here was when she was twelve. This time she is back as a volunteer. It is an exciting time for her as she gets to teach the kids the things she learned at camp like her camp counselors did.

She is welcoming them to their first day of camp when she notices someone attempting to put a bug on her. She looks cautiously over her shoulder. “Damn it Bryan!” she shouts.”Why don’t—”

He laughs, “It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. I guess you and I will be working together this summer.”

Leslie couldn’t take her eyes off him. He is handsome, hot and a body of a Greek god. At least what she could tell from how tight his clothing is, showing off nearly everything, including his large cock.

“I, ah, guess so,” she manages to get out.

“Okay then,” Bryan says. He waves to her, “I’ll be seeing you around then.

She smiles once he is turned away. Her crotch felt wet and she wishes she could put her hand down to feel, but a group of children are staring at her, waiting for instruction.

Leslie manages to get through the rest of the day, even with the distraction of thoughts of Bryan in her head.

The next day during a break she decides to spy on Bryan as he taught a swim class. He is wearing a tight speedo, showing off his firm ass and huge cock. She can’t help herself as she feels her pussy getting wet again.

Would he even be interested in me after all this time?

With one hand she starts to play with her nipples and her juicy pussy with the other. She starts to swirl her fingers around her hard clit through the fabric of her panties. It is hard by this time and she can easily trace the outline of it through the blue fabric and the jolts of pleasure she gets are the strongest she has ever felt.

She has to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning out and reveal her hiding place as she caresses her nipples and clit. Then she slides her hand under her shirt, baring her large breasts and the other into her panties so she can really get herself off.

Quickly, she feels her orgasm building inside her like a wave. Within moments she loses it and the sweet wave comes crashing down on her. She feels her pussy quiver and contract as it pours out, soaking the bottom of her panties. Over and over again she shivers with the wild rush of her release, feeling her knees weaken. Her cum coats three of her fingers to the palm as she swirls and plays with her clit and swollen pussy lips.

By the time she finds her balance and breath, she knows it’s time to make her escape. So as silently as she can she slips away from istanbulescortbayanlar.com the riverside and back to her dorm. She closes the door and strips out of her wet panties and stares at her naked self in the mirror. Her cum is oozing down her inner thigh and her pussy is still throbbing with the beat of her quickened pulse. Her heart is thundering in her ears and slamming against her ribs. All the while images of Bryan’s tight ass and big cock come again and again through her mind. It is then that she knows she has to have him.

Later that day Leslie bumps into Bryan.

“Hi, I, uh,” she says.

“Hi Leslie,” he says back. “Where are you headed?”

“I was just finishing up a class and I got a little free time,” she says.

“Oh, good,” he says with a smile. “Would you like me escort you to your dorm?”

“That’d be nice,” she answers as he takes her hands into his.

“You’re shaking,” he says.

“Well, um.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to put bugs on you anymore like I did when we were kids.”

“I’m still nervous,” she says. His touch set a fire through her and her pussy suddenly begins to pulsate like it did earlier and that is just from his touch.

“What do you think I’m going to do?” he asks.

Before she has a chance to answer, he leans in and locks his lips with hers. They kiss for what seems like forever, but Leslie enjoys it nonetheless. Bryan pulls her in closer, pressing his body against hers. His hand slips down to her ass as his mouth kisses down her neck. Leslie soon feels his huge cock harden and press against her stomach.

She can’t help but reach down and pull out his stiff cock. She is surprised to see just how large it is, perhaps the biggest ever except for ones in porn movies. She starts stroking it, sliding all the way to the base and back up. Precum starts to drizzle out and she licks her lips.

The sound of a snapping branch stops them short. Not wanting to be caught they quickly head off toward her dorm where they hope to continue, but already two of her fellow counselors are already there.

“Tomorrow then,” he says. “There is a clearing in the woods just past the river. Be there at two tomorrow.”

“Alright,” she says before closing the door. She leans against it with a large smile on her face that does not go unnoticed.

“Someone found a hot counselor,” one of the other girls says.

“Oh hush you,” Leslie says and all three of them giggle.

Later that night Leslie finds herself dreaming of Bryan and his big, hard cock and she wakes up with her pussy soaking wet and a couple fingers inside it. She opens her eyes, surprised to see one of her roommates down there.

Amber places a finger to her lips in a shh motion. Leslie nods and lies back. Amber’s touch causes her pussy to twitch more. Amber moves up alongside Leslie and Leslie quickly slips a finger into Amber’s pussy as well. Amber’s lips meet hers and they lock into a deep kiss as their fingers run in and out of each other’s pussies.

They break their kiss and Leslie slips two fingers up into Amber’s hot, wet pussy. Leslie’s juices are already flowing over Amber’s one finger as she places her thumb onto her clit.

“Ahh,” Leslie moans softly as Amber presses against her clit with her thumb.

“Mmm,” Amber coos as she spreads her legs open even further.

As Amber’s legs open, Leslie slips a third finger into her pussy. Amber moans a little loudly as Leslie’s fingers run in and out of her. Amber’s thumb is now stumping on Leslie’s clit as she works her fingers in and out of her pussy causing Leslie to have a quick orgasm.

Amber’s fingers and thumb leave her pussy and Leslie bends over to kiss her nipples. Her lips touch one then the other, as she runs her tongue across her nipples. They harden instantly. Leslie then places a hand around one of her breasts, taking it into her mouth as she curls her three fingers up further into Amber’s pussy.

Amber jerks as Leslie’s fingers curl upward, rubbing against her most sensitive spot. Leslie parts from the breast and slips down to the floor between Amber’s legs and keeps rubbing at that specific spot with her fingers. She pulls her fingers free from Amber’s wet pussy and licks at them, tasting her juices.

“Mmm,” Leslie moans from between her thighs. “This tastes so good.”

Then she buries her face between Amber’s thighs. She licks wildly at her wet pussy lips then parts them with her tongue. Her tongue buries itself deep into Amber’s pussy as Amber moans softly. Leslie licks around Amber’s pussy, getting herself a taste of her before looking up smiling.

Amber takes Leslie’s hands and guides her back onto the bed and up over her face until Leslie’s pussy hovers over her face with Leslie down at hers. Leslie lowers her pussy down and she feels Amber spread her thighs open. Their tongues touch each other’s pussy at the same time.

Leslie starts to dig her tongue upward into Amber’s pussy as her tongue slips Leslie’s pussy lips. Amber then places her chin onto Leslie’s clit and she starts to rock it on there.

“Ahh, Amber,” Leslie moans. “You’re going to make me…”

That is all she gets out as her orgasm overcomes her. Her pussy twitches then throbs as her juices start to squirt from it. Leslie squirts a nice stream of her pussy juices as she buries her tongue in and out of Amber’s pussy. A minute later Amber arches her back and fills Leslie’s face with sweet cum.

Leslie finds the clearing without a problem the next day. As she clears the three and steps into the clearing she sees Bryan already naked and waiting. She quickly undresses and steps up to him. They lock in a deep kiss then she drops to her knees in between his legs, grabbing his cock and placing it in her mouth.

She takes his long cock in as deep as she can until his cock head hits the back of her throat. Bryan moans and pushes his hands into her hair, gently humping against her mouth as she sucks his cock. His cock seems to grow larger in her mouth and as it does, his movement grows rougher, until he tries to bury the entire length of his thick cock in her mouth. She gags around it and he pulls it out and guides her to her stomach.

The grass feels smooth and slightly cool compared to the warm air. Leslie crouches on her knees, resting her weight on her elbows. She can feel her juices spilling onto her thighs and can’t help moving her shoulders to drag her sensitive, swollen nipples across the grass to feel the sensation it would create. As she lets a moan as she is electrified with a thunderous feeling from the grass dragging against her nipples.

She moans again when Bryan presses his face into her pussy, licking furiously at it. Then he places two fingers into her and begins finger fucking her, slowly at first then fast. Each time she gets close to an orgasm, Bryan seems to know and stops, preventing her from having it.

He spreads her legs apart and starts dragging his cock up and down across her slit and clit until finally slipping it in. Immediately, he begins pounding her pussy. His balls slap against her clit, sending extra amounts of pleasure ripping through her. She orgasms, soaking his cock and making it easier for his to drive it into her. Within minutes she can feel his cock swell up inside her and she knows what’s coming.

“Pour it all into me!” she moans.

Bryan does. His balls contract and his cock pulsates sending a massive load into her pussy. Over and over he blasts her insides. Leslie moves her hips milking his cock for all it has. When she is satisfied his balls are empty, she slides off and wraps her lips around his still rock hard cock, licking both hers and his juices off.

“Is that all you got?” she asks.

Bryan looks down at her, moving a lock of hair from her face and smiles. “There is plenty more where that came from.”

They carried on in the clearing for the rest of the day, missing all of their classes they were supposed to be at, but who cared. Summer camp was going to be extraordinarily fun this year.

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Soft music filled my ears as the lights from the dashboard cast shadows over his sharp features. I looked up into his eyes as I leaned close and brushed my lips lightly against his.

I moaned at the first taste of him, my hands flattening against his chest, my body leaning as close as I could get to him with the console between us. I felt my nipples harden as his hands slid slowly up my arms as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss he sunk them into my long, thick hair.

He broke the kiss and leaned back a bit to reach between his legs, moving the seat as far back as it would go. I took the hint from the smile on his face and climbed over him. My pussy already throbbing and wet as I settled on his lap on the driver’s side before resuming the kiss.

I groaned into his mouth as my pussy pressed against the length of his already hard cock just behind the opening of his jeans. I was glad I wasn’t the only one affected in the small space as I shifted my hips, pressing my sex full on against the bulge there.

His hands moved to my shoulders pushing down the thin straps of my dress, the cool air moving over my skin like a light caress making my nipples hard as his mouth moved from mine to nip at the tender skin at the base of my throat. antalya escort I ran my fingers through his short hair as he licked and teased me there, both of us breathing heavy.

His dipped his head and captured one hard nip between his teeth. I gripped his head tighter as he ran his tongue slowly around my areola then flicked it across the tip. My back arched, pushing more of my breast into his mouth as his other hand came up, cupping and squeezing as his mouth drew me in slowly. I braced my hands on the roof as me teased me, my hips rocking against his, making my already wet pussy even wetter.

His hands trailed up my thighs slowly, under my dress. He groaned low in his throat as he realized what I’d hidden from him all night; I wasn’t wearing anything under the little black slinky dress.

His hands gripped my ass and pushed me hard against his cock. I brought my hands to his head and lifted his face; kissing him as we ground against each other, dry humping in the small space. I knew if I kept this up, I could come without him laying a finger on me, just from the rubbing of his body against mine.

But I didn’t want that, I needed him inside me.

I shifted slightly slid my hands between us and gripped antalyadaspor.com the top of his jeans, tugging hard and slowly popping open his button fly. I looked up and smiled at him as his cock, hard and hot, popped out into my hand.

Seems I wasn’t the only one to forgo under things.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, sliding up and down as his hands moved over my breasts. I leaned closer and rubbed my clit against the head of his cock, moaning into his mouth as my body clenched in anticipation. I trailed my hands up, running my fingertips over his tight stomach as I slipped them under his shirt and tugged it over his head pressing myself close to him so my breasts were squashed against his bare chest.

We moved together as my wetness coated his cock, my clit throbbing as I bumped and ground it against the silky hardness of his shaft. I lifted off him, desperate to have him inside me as his hands gripped my hips and he shifted, positioning me over the tip.

The head of his cock opened me, I groaned as I sank down slowly, letting myself feel every inch as he slowly penetrated me. I arched my back, bracing my hands on the roof of the car as my muscles gripped him tight. I slowly started to roll my hips, sweet sensations coursing up and down my body as I moved up and down.

I felt it coming, that tell-tale flutter in my lower belly and I moaned loud, speeding up. My pelvis coming down against his harder, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other filling the car as I rode him harder and harder…reaching for that little taste of ecstasy.

His hands never stopped. Teasing my nipples…cupping my breasts…and driving me higher and higher. He slid one down over my hip as his mouth took the place of his hands on my breasts and his fingers moved my nipple to his mouth. My body shook as he sucked hard, I gripped his shoulders and slammed myself hard down on his cock as my pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him tight and I came in a rush of moisture, his name a low moan on my lips.

My body clamped around him like a vice as I moved with him, meeting his strokes and coming again on the tails of the first, coating his cock as he fucked me harder and harder, pulling him hard against me as my teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck and shoulder.

I squeezed tight around his cock and kissed him hard, our teeth hitting as I groaned into his mouth and came again, I felt his cock pulse and throb inside me, capturing his groans and low grunts in my mouth as he emptied himself deep.

I collapsed against his chest, my body like, our juices mixing and seeping from my body, coating the insides of my thighs.

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She stands softly on the bare stone floor, silks caressing her skin from shoulders to just below her buttocks. A cool breeze moves through the room but that is not what causes her to shiver slightly. She scans the room slowly, raising her head. She sees the tools of her Masters’ trade lying about, the whip, the crop, soft ropes and leather. The harsh looking wooden walls and the various restraints thereon catching her eyes and holding them for a second. Though the room is cool, she feels warmth run through her body, and comfort in all that she sees.

An entrance is made in the room through a door behind her. A slight shudder runs over her though she tries to remain calm. The flush forming slowly over her exposed cleavage betraying her feelings. Heavy boot steps behind her sound throughout the room, her breathing picks up feeling His presence near her. Her eyes down cast before Him, she hears Him come before her, standing not an arm length away. In her lowered gaze she catches the tip of His crop as it moves before her slowly coming in and out of her view as He taps it slightly upon His boot at the calf.

He extends a hand to her cupping her chin and raising it to look into her eyes.

Her eyes gleam in the candle light before Him as He looks into them smiling. Still cupping her chin He brings her mouth to His and kisses her deeply and tenderly. Her body wants to melt into His to touch Him, yet she remains unmoving as previously instructed. Still, the feeling runs through her bringing a heat to her body and a gleam to her eyes.

He breaks off from the kiss and moves behind her, taking the hand from her chin and moving His fingertips along her jaw line, then down the side of her throat and brushing the hair from her shoulder to lie upon her back. Behind her, He strokes her hair down the length reaching the bottom of her shoulder blades. His hand warming it, sending heat through her body.

Still behind her, she senses His movements slightly before she feels the soft leather tip of the crop trace its’ way from her calf to the back of her thigh, from there, lifting the silks from her bottom exposing her to view. She can feel His eyes, knowing that they are traveling along her body from feet to calves, thighs, over her buttocks and up her back. She feels this as if it is a hand moving over her body, caressing every inch of it, awakening it with desire.

She senses a shift in His position, hears the soft rustle of His clothing as He moves in them. The crop comes swiftly away from her buttock lifting the silk with it as it moves through the air. She catches her breath remaining motionless in body. A sigh falls from her lips as, with the crop still raised, a soft feather plume comes from out of sight and caresses her cheek. The bright red plume moves slowly across her cheek and down to her neck then under her chin. Thereon a slight pressure applied to the feather instructs her to raise her head upwards. She does so exposing her throat to the movement muğla escort of the feather. Her hair falling freely down her back, the feather glides down her windpipe to her cleavage playing itself between her breasts caressing the sides of them.

She feels His body, as He reaches around her, so close to hers. His shirt, brushing against her silk covered back the leather of His pants touching her buttocks as He shifts in position to move the feather. Her body pleads with her will to move into Him, to lean her body onto His, touch her skin to His. Her will is strong she does not move except to breath and sigh softly as He continues the movement of the feather.

The feather continues its motion sweeping its vanes along the sides of her breasts. Then, still moving slowly and methodically over the side of her right breast, using the quill to expose it, teasing itself over the nipple hardening it with the touch. As He does this He leans in closer to her, the silk still held by the crop, moved to the side. His body nearly touching her the loose fit of His shirt brushing now along the full of her back, she feels the warmth of her body translated into His own heat. Her head still tilted back He leans in to look over her His hair brushing her cheek, the feather playing on the nipple. Her breathing starts to come faster to her, He places a kiss upon her exposed throat, softly at first, brushing His lips to her skin tasting her and taking in her scent. The lips give way to teeth, incisors brushing against her skin moving over the small bumps forming there. Nibbles travel from throat to shoulder as the feather moves to touch and expose the left breast. As the vanes of the feather find the left nipple He places a deeper kiss upon her shoulder, His body now touching hers making her desirous to be free of the different cloths between them and causing a slight weakness in her knees. Her thin silk robe suddenly feeling constraining to her body she wishes to move free of it, free of the silk along the sides of her exposed breasts, free of the thin silk cording holding the robe closed at her hips, free to have His body touch her skin to skin. She knows this will happen at His choice and remains calm, only her breathing, and the flush across her chest betraying her arousal to Him.

His lips come free from her shoulder, the feather does not stop its movement. He steps slightly into her view standing to her left side. The crop moves slowly down, still holding the silk on its’ leather tip, brushing leather and silk down the length of her spine. When the crop reaches the cording at her hips He thrusts it between cording and robe, trapping the silk from the tip of the crop therein, holding it in place exposing her buttocks with the V made by the pulling of the silks from behind exposing her sex in the front. He smiles into her eyes and removes the crop from her robe. She shudders to be so exposed, but knows what pleasure it will lead to.

He holds the feather up to be rhodope-mugla.org in her view and drops it allowing it to fall to the floor. His hand moves to her face caressing her cheek again and directing her to look into His eyes. She sees intensity in them, desire, and a strong will. It is all she can do to hold her eyes to Him. She ponders for a second trying to look away, over His shoulder or anywhere else, but knows she cannot she must remain locked into His stare.

A motion out of her view produces a sound she is very familiar with, the soft music of a thin chain, metal on metal. From behind her, the hand holding the crop, applies a gentle pressure to her back, moving her body from the waist up slightly forward causing her to arch her breasts. His left hand touches the silk at her stomach, startling her at first. She feels, through the silks, the metal of the clamps as he caresses His hand from her stomach upwards to her right breast. He must not have had the clasping part of the clamp in His hand as when it touched her nipple the cold hardened it further. He places the nipple within the grip of the clamp and adjusts the tensioner until is draws a gasp from her lips, then tightens it further. He moves the clamp for the left nipple across her rib cage, holding the chain between the two in such a manner as to provide a constant tugging pressure to the right nipple, held firmly in the clamp, by allowing it to play out slowly from His hand as He moves it. The unattached clamp slides up the side of the left breast, she feels the soft rubber feet of the clamp move along her skin to the nipple and then grasp it firmly in its’ grip the tensioner sliding to hold it in place.

His eyes blaze into hers His stare bringing lust to her body as He runs his eyes down the fullness of her breasts, the nipples held tightly. His eyes move down from her out thrust breasts to her stomach then to her sex. She wonders if He can see, in the dim light, the dampness forming there reaching her thighs bringing warmth and heat to them.

The hand behind her moves from between her shoulder blades and comes to rest at the small of her back. The crop tip grazing the back of her knee, the hand applies pressure to the small of her back. His foot from behind her taps the inside of her left foot. She spreads her legs open to Him giving Him access to her. His left hand moves from her left nipple down the chain of the clamps, again applying pressure to the clamps except now to both nipples. With one further tug on the chain, He moves His hand down her stomach to the dampness of her sex. His fingers slowly curl through the hair of her pubic area then down further caressing the outer lips of her sex. Two fingers find their way between her legs and move over the length of her there. Her breathing growing to a pant her eyes look wild into His.

His two fingers stir their way into her sex and then a third follows. He looks into her eyes, she is a view of perfection, still, and awaiting His command. He is well aware of what He has done to her, how the feeling of His fingers inside of her thrills her, and the tightness of the clamps bringing her pain commingled with pleasure. He looks down at her, moves His head lower, brushes her face with His hair then turning His head to hers kisses her deeply on the mouth exploring it fully. His three fingers working in and out of her, deeply, and smoothly, her breathing hard, small moans escape into His mouth from her.

His thumb moves to her clitoris as the three fingers still move in her. Her knees go weak for a split second but she does not falter. The pressure of His hand on the small of her back pushes her forward onto His fingers. The flush across her breasts grows to a deep red, her nipples straining in the clamps as her breathing grows more ragged, the movement of her ribcage making her all the more aware of them.

His hand moves from the small of her back still she remains thrust onto his other hand. His thumb applying alternately pressures of different degrees and soft slow circular caresses to her clitoris. She is desirous of release but will not take it of her own accord, she has been well instructed.

She looks at him pleadingly for release. The crop catches her quickly upon her right midthigh, a gasp sounds from her. Her breathing grows hoarse and ragged her eyes fully ablaze. The crop falls upon her again slightly higher. The pain makes her bite her lip so as not to all out scream. She will show no sign of resistance. The crop rises and falls again now upon her right buttock. Her hips begin to rock against His fingers with the mixture of pain and pleasure. The crop now rises and falls across her buttock in time with the motion of His fingers inside her. With every motion thrusting them inward the crop falls, His thumb now caressing her clitoris slowly up and down.

She whimpers softly looking into His eyes her hips now nearly out of her control rocking in cadence to the cropping and the motion of His fingers buried inside her. He looks at her and moves His face close to hers His cheek brushing her, His hair sliding across her face. His mouth moves close enough to her ear that she can feel His breath against her. He tells her that she may allow herself all the pleasure she desires. He tells her that she is beautiful and perfect in her passion. He tells her that that she is dear and well loved. Her knees give way and she falls against Him as she climaxes. The wave of pleasure crashes over her engulfing her in its heat. Her breath comes in sobs now; her body moving with its own will. The animal look in her eyes growing feral. Sounds fall from her lips rising in nature as her pleasure drives her then softening as she calms.

Slowly she regains her self, leaning into Him feeling His heat against her. The crop has fallen to the floor, but she does not recall that happening. His fingers have been removed from her, leaving a void she knows He can fill at will. He lifts her in his arms and carries her to a canopied bed. The sheets have been pulled away already and he lies her there, lying next to her and pulling the sheets to her chin covering her in the warmth.

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My Memories of David Ch. 02

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Author’s note – Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback, views and ratings on chapter 1. It’s the first time I’ve ever written erotic fiction and I’m so happy that it’s been so well received. Mark and David’s story will go on and can go on for as long as people like it. I’m also open to suggestions for scenarios if anyone has a scene you’d like to see them in. Please let me know in the comments. Thanks again

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That first night with David was mind blowing. In all my years, since I’d lost my virginity at 14, I’d never had such satisfying sex. We’d spent the whole night in his bed, kissing and fucking until we were both finally spent in the early hours of the morning. The sun was coming up by the time we were both too exhausted to carry on and we finally got some sleep.

When I woke the next day, I was alone in David’s bed. I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. “FUCK!” I thought to myself, we were supposed to be going to my parent’s house in Kent for Sunday lunch. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum’s phone number and dialled

“Oh, hello Mark” she said, answering after a couple of rings, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Mum” I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, “I’m just calling to let you know me and David will be a little late. I-“

Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter

“I see, hot date run over late, did it?” I could tell from the change in her voice that she was greatly amused by this. She never believed how successful I was with the ladies

“Errr, sort of” I stammered, not really knowing what to say, “We’ll be leaving shortly, see you at about 2. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine honey, just be nice to the poor girl when you send her on her way” I could hear her laughing as she put down the phone. I grumbled under my breath as the tossed the phone onto my bed. I took a minute to compose myself, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I always hated seeing my mother, she was incredibly critical, absurdly intrusive into my personal life and I’m fairly convinced that she liked David better than me. To keep her off my back I had an agreement with her that one Sunday a month I would go around for dinner with the family and as long as I attended and suffered for a few hours, she would leave me in peace for the rest of the month. David started coming to them mostly because he found it quite funny how my mother could embarrass me so quickly. That and her food was actually really good.

“Right, shower” I said to myself at last. I grabbed a towel from my radiator and walked towards the bathroom. As I walked past the living room, I could see David sat watching the football highlights, already in his Sunday best, sipping at a cup of coffee. I poked my head into the room

“You could have woke me up, dick” I fired at him

“What? And strip you of the joys of explaining to Barbara why we’re going to be late?” he chuckled without even turning around to face me, “No way, that’s comedy gold” He laughed a hearty laugh as I grumbled again and headed to the bathroom. I’m not much of a morning person.

In what felt like record speed I relieved myself, shaved and got straight in the shower. The hot water felt good. I figured I’d bought a few minutes to myself with the speedy preparations so I soaped up my hand and started to stroke my cock. I tried to imagine in my mind’s eye that there was some hot girl touching me, going down on me, but nothing; there was no reaction from my cock. I tried for a good five minutes to get hard and jerk myself off, but no matter what I tried to imagine I could not turn myself on.

As a last ditch attempt, I cast my mind back to the night before and the sight of David giving me a blowjob. There was an instant reaction, I was hard as a rock within seconds. “Strange”, I thought to myself, diyarbakır escort but I went with it, applying more soap to my hand and building up quite a bit of speed. Before I knew it I had cum all over the tiles in the shower cubicle. Feeling better about myself I washed the thick cum away with the shower head, then finished washing myself down.

After drying myself off, I walked back to my room and got dressed. My mother always insisted on Sunday best, being the deeply religious woman that she is, so I had no choice but to go for a full suit. I picked out a nice tailored blue suit that I’d bought for myself as a treat, matched it with a blue tie, grey silk shirt and shined black shoes. Looking in my full length mirror, even I had to admit I looked good. There’s nothing quite like a tailored suit to bring out the best in a man’s figure.

I put on my watch and checked the time, it was 12:33. I was making good time. It would take about an hour to get to my parent’s house from the flat, so even with the traditional delays that London is known for I was still running pretty early.

I walked back out to the living room

“Come on then, David” I said, picking up my keys, “Time to go”

With a grunt, he stood up and I saw him differently. I’d seen him wear that suit before, it was a black suit he bought on Savile Row, which he always paired with a black shirt and a pale tie. It was the only formal wear he owned, his combination christening, wedding and funeral suit. His “cradle to the grave” outfit as he called it. But looking at him this time, I felt my heart race, he looked so fucking sexy. The feelings were confusing and definitely not what I needed at this time. Before last night I’d never looked at David as anything more than my best mate, but now I was looking at him as the perfect specimen of the male species, a sexual beast that needed to be tamed.

I felt my cock start to twitch and I pushed the thoughts back in my head. I didn’t need this today, I just needed to get through dinner with my family. We took the lift down from the flat to the parking garage. We didn’t say a word to each other. It’s not that it was awkward, but there just wasn’t anything to be said. The lift reached the garage and we headed to my black sports car. Within minutes we were out in London traffic and on the way to my parent’s house.

As I expected, the journey took us about an hour, given London traffic and the fact that my parents live out in the countryside. As we pulled up the long drive to their large country home, I checked the clock in the car and it said 13:55. Bang on time, well, for the late time, anyway.

We walked into the house and I announced that we’d arrived

“Mum? Dad? Kelly? We’re here” I called out

“Just in time, honey” my mother called back, “I’m just about to serve up, go join your father and sister in the dining room”.

We walked into the spacious dining room. My dad and sister were already sat, pouring glasses of wine for everyone

“Hi Mark” my sister beamed. Then scowling she just said “David”. They’d had a one night stand years ago and Kelly, bless her heart, was always a bit cold with David until she’d had a glass of wine.

We walked in, I gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek and a hug and David went and shook my dad’s hand

“Oh, strong grip you’ve got there, lad,” Dad said to him

“Same grip as last time, Frank” David chuckled. He purposefully avoided talking to Kelly until she’d had her first glass of wine and she mellowed a bit.

Mum walked in carrying the roast for dinner and placed it on the table

“Mark, dearest, come give your Mum a hug” she said, opening her arms to me. I, of course, obliged.

“And you too, David” she said. David went and hugged her and, like every other time she saw him, she gave him a pinch on the bum, to which he made his usual exaggerated jump out of the way

“Now Barbara,” he joked, “stop it, Frank’ll get jealous of us”. They both laughed. Every. Fucking. Time.

I sat in my chair, next diyarbakiranalatik.com to Mum, with David sat opposite me next to Kelly and Dad at the head of the table. As Dad carved the meat, the rest of us passed around bowls of vegetables. The conversation flowed, as it did every single time: How is work? How are David’s parents? Did you hear about your cousin’s latest trauma? Your Dad won/lost at darts. Kelly got a new boyfriend or got dumped again. Every month it was the same and it was mind numbing.

But then the conversation went in a way that I wasn’t expecting,

“So, David,” Mum started, “tell me about this girl that made you and Mark so late”

I sat bolt upright. I wasn’t prepared for this. Both David and Mum chuckled at my outward awkwardness

“Did he not tell you?” David smiled at her, “well, let me think. I didn’t see much of her, but she was tall, brown hair, you could tell she was athletic”

I began to sweat. I wanted to scream out in panic and tell him to shut up, but I couldn’t say anything

“Did you get her name?” Mum asked. David just smiled at me

“Dav-” he started

“-INA!” I finished, “Davina! Her name was Davina”

Dad and Kelly were staring at me like I was a crazy person. Mum and David were in fits of laughter

“Oh Mark” Mum chortled, “I love you, son, but you’re so easy to wind up”

“He’s very easy to wind up” smirked David as, without warning, he slid his foot, which he’d somehow managed to get out of his shoe, up the back of my right calf. I could feel myself blushing at this point. David kept stroking the back of my calf with his foot as dinner went on, I could feel my cock hardening. “This isn’t fair” I thought, “Why is he teasing me like this? We haven’t even talked about last night”

By the time dinner was finished, Kelly had loosened up and was talking about her latest romantic failure. I had no idea what she said because I had stopped listening by this point. I was more concerned with the feeling of David’s toes resting between my legs and trying my hardest not to get hard and give him the satisfaction of knowing he had turned me on in the presence of my parents. I, of course, had failed and David was looking very smug as he knew fine well that I was hard as a rock.

When Mum started to clear away the dishes, I excused myself and made a speedy retreat to the bathroom. I took my jacket off and removed my tie, trying to cool down. Leaning against the sink I took some more deep, calming breaths and I could feel my erection subsiding slightly. Without warning, the door opened (my parents didn’t like locks on doors, even the bathroom) and David strode in full of amusement.

I turned around, ready to scold him but before I could let a word out of my mouth I pushed up to me and kissed me passionately. I was completely taken aback, I didn’t know what to do. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants as he pressed up against me. Every time I tried to break the kiss he would keep it going. He was much stronger than me and within seconds he had me pressed up against the door. Finally he released my lips from his and stared into my eyes

“God, you’re fucking sexy when you’re terrified” He moaned out to me. I felt his hands scrabbling at the zip in my pants

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said as loudly as I dared

He looked up to me with a glint in his eye, “This”

He pulled my zip down and undid the button on my trousers. My cock was straining against my boxer shorts. He teasingly kissed at the bulge in the shorts before whipping my cock out and taking it in his mouth.

“David!” I yelled in whisper, “there’s no lock on the door, what if someone comes in?”

“I know” he said, taking my cock out of his mouth, “makes it all the more dangerous, don’t you think?”

Before I could answer his mouth was around my dick again. He sucked with a strength I’d never imagined. His lips were sealed halfway down my shaft and he was sucking with a force I’d never had on my cock before. He moved further down and his lips met the root of my member. He gagged slightly as he did his best to deepthroat me. It felt amazing. At the same time he started massaging my balls with his fingers, still holding his head as far down my cock as possible.

When he finally had to let it out of his mouth to breathe properly, I was slathered in his saliva. He grasped it with his right hand and started to jerk me off rapidly. It felt so good, all I could do is moan with pleasure. He leaned forward again, lifted my dick up and took one of my testicles in his mouth. He pumped at my cock while I felt his tongue rolling each ball, one at a time, around in his mouth. I loved it.

“Oh god, when did you learn how to do this?” I gasped

“I watch a lot more porn than you, ” he rasped in between sucks.

I couldn’t have this, I wouldn’t let him have the better of me. Before he could put my cock back in his mouth, with all of my strength I pushed him onto his back. He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes

“Mark?”

“Shut the fuck up David”, I said with desire in my voice, “if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right!”

And with this, I dove on top of him, kissing him passionately as I slid my hand down to grasp his considerable bulge on the outside of his trousers. I undid his fly, reached in and pulled his enormous length out. It was already slick with precum, he was more turned on that he had let on.

Lying on my parents bathroom floor, I wrapped my lips around him and tried to suck as hard he had sucked me. I don’t think I was as good, but he wouldn’t have said. He was too busy enjoying what I was doing to him.

I tried to deepthroat him too and I managed to get further down his dick than I had the previous night, but still not as far as I could have gotten. He held his hands on the back of my head and helped direct the speed of my sucks. He kept me moving slowly and taking as much of his length as I could. In the heat of the moment I slid a couple of fingers into his ass and fingered him as I sucked hungrily at his impressive cock.

When I came up for breath, I grasped him and carried on jerking him off

“Wanna get really dirty?” He said

“What have you got in mind?” I panted back to him

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my up his body, kissing me hard once again. “Turn around” he said, “we can’t fuck, but we can 69”

My eyes were wide open, I loved the idea. I turned around, on top of him so my head was down at his cock and mine was at his head. I lowered my hips and felt his lips kissing at my helmet. He opened his mouth and let me slide my shaft in. He started sucking me and I leaned over and started to reciprocate.

It felt unreal, to be given pleasure and to give it at the same time. We both picked up speed as he bucked his hips up forcing his cock into my mouth, I began to gyrate, facefucking him. He slid a finger into my ass, which felt amazing and I did the same once again to him.

I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and I could feel myself about to peak. I quickly lifted my head off

“Don’t swallow” I said. I got a grunt in the affirmative

I resumed my sucking and jerking of him, feeling the heat build up in my own cock just as his twitched in my mouth and he unleashed a torrent of cum. Being more prepared than I was last night I managed to not waste a drop as I grunted and filled his mouth in return. After a few seconds, I climbed off him, pulled his face to mine and with a mouthful of his cum, kissed him passionately. Thankfully he’d listened to my request and he had a mouthful of cum for me. We kissed for what felt like forever, swapping our combined cum between each other until I heard my mum call us down for dessert.

We swallowed the mixed up cum together and kissed once again. As we were getting dressed, Mum called up again

“Are you boys okay? Is something wrong?”

“No Mum,” I yelled back, “I was just showing David some of Dad’s guitars”

“Okay sweetie, well dessert is out. I can’t remember, does David like cream?”

We looked at each other as I replied with a loud “Yes” and then burst into laughter.

We kissed passionately one more time and walked out the bathroom to rejoin the family as if nothing had happened.

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My New Employee Ch. 01

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Blacked

Well here it was. The first day AM — After Mary. We had her going away party last Friday and now she was in the midst of her big move out west.

Mary had been a mainstay in the finance department and this company for almost 25 years. She had done almost of the jobs in this department and had written the job descriptions for them as well. Mary was our main go-to girl when things were not going well.

Unfortunately, there was no where for her to grow. She had been there and done that in every job. The only exceptions were mine and several other top jobs but they required an accounting degree. So she was dead-ended.

I didn’t know what to do until about a year ago, there was talk of us opening a new office in the mid-west and we needed a manager to run the place. It hit me like a brick. Why not Mary? She knew all about the finance department, had worked closely with every other department and was well liked and admired in the whole organization. Everyone thought she was the perfect choice. Accepting the position moved her into management, a big pay raise along with all its perks, gave her new responsibilities and would revitalize her determination.

Luckily her husband was able to arrange a transfer in his company so off they went.

This meant a new employee was coming today. Usually between 10:15 and 10:30 HR would bring them up after they were done the paperwork and had given them the twenty five cent tour.

At 10:20, I heard a knock on my door jam and looked up to see Shelly from HR. She said to me, “Richard, I would like you to meet Kelly.” At that, Shelly moved back from the door frame. Kelly stepped into my line of sight.

The first thing you notice about Kelly is her height. She stands six foot one. That was interesting as I am six foot five. When she moved forward and the lights from my room illuminated her face better, the second thing you noticed was that she was very pretty but her eyes were sunken and she had big black bags under them. She looked gaunt and sickly.

I quickly shot Shelly a look and all she did was shrug her shoulders. Then she said, “Kelly, this is Richard White. He is the VP of Finance and will be your boss.” At that Shelly handed me Kelly’s file folder. Kelly stepped forward to shake my hand.

As I took her hand, I said, “Thanks Shelly.” She waved, turned and walked away. “Come on in Kelly and have a seat. I like to have a little talk with my new employees just to learn more about them.”

“Thank you Mr. White,” she said as she came in and sat down. I watched as she sat and noticed her skirt ride up a little to reveal long and very shapely legs.

I sat at my desk. “This is very informal. I just like to know about my staff. Remember, you have the job this is not an interview.” I laughed and Kelly smiled. I then asked her things like if she was married, husband’s name, had kids, her birthday, etc. etc. We talked about her education and work experience even though I had copies of her application and resume in the folder. I just wanted her to feel comfortable and talking about oneself does that. Of course I made notes in her folder just in case I needed them later.

As we talked, I was studying her face and trying to figure out what was wrong. I didn’t arrive at an answer.

I then took her out and introduced her to her supervisor and then left to let them get acquainted.

We have a very loose lunch time code in this department. People are allowed to leave when they are hungry or when their work allows them to take a break. Sometimes you just can’t leave a job in the middle. Most leave from twelve to one though. It was sometime after twelve when I left my office that day to head to lunch. Our office is in a large office tower with a number of food establishments on the ground floor.

As I entered the main office area, I noticed the place was empty except for Kelly who was sitting at a desk and working on the computer. I decided to walk over. “How’s it going?” I asked.

“Pretty well. I’m just trying to learn this accounting package.”

“Ah, the first day! It can be a challenge.” I happened to looked down at her desk and then into the garbage pail and saw there was no mess anywhere. “Not going to lunch?”

“I will in a bit thank you. I just wanted to get this section done.”

“Ok suit yourself. Will talk with you later.” I turned and walked away.

When I got to the first floor, I had my usual hamburg and milkshake. Then I went back up. I usually don’t take more than 20 minutes for lunch.

I could see through the glass that Kelly was still at her desk. I stopped just before entering the office. It finally hit me, Kelly was starving and malnourished. That was why she had the sunken eyes and dark circles. She hadn’t eaten and did not bring a lunch.

I just stood there for a few seconds thinking about this then turned and headed back downstairs. I bought a ham sandwich with lettuce and cheese, an apple and some milk. I then went to the ATM and took out some money.

As I entered the office, I called to Kelly to meet me in my office. As she izmit escort came in, I told her to sit. I placed the food on my desk and told her to dig in. “Oh Mr. White. I can’t. Thank you very much but I can’t.”

“Yes you can young lady. It took me a while but I finally figured out the eyes. Now eat. I won’t have my employees wasting away.”

Kelly looked at me nervously. Slowly and timidly, she reached for the sandwich and carefully unwrapped it. The first bite she took caused this warm smile to cross her face. I stood up, almost closed my door all the way then sat down again. “So tell my, how long has it been since you ate?”

“About two weeks.”

“Why?”

“My husband Darrel lost his job about 4 months ago. This recession hurt his company badly and he was laid off. It has been terrible trying to find another job. We used up all our savings. The last of our money went to rent and we didn’t have any left for food. I was told I had this job three weeks ago so we just had to hold on until I started.”

“I thought it would be something like that.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money I had taken from the ATM. “Here’s $300. Buy food for you and your husband. Unfortunately, you don’t get a pay check for two weeks here so this should tide you over. If your rent is due, have them call me and I’ll make arrangements for you to pay after you get your check.”

“Oh Mr. White. I can’t take this. This is too much. No! No! I can’t.”

“Yes you can and you will. This is a loan and no one will know about this. Just you, me and your husband. I expect you to repay me $20 a week until you’ve paid it off. Do you understand? And by the way, this is a no interest loan. I just want you to get healthy.”

“Yes sir and thank you so much.”

“Now eat up and enjoy. I think I covered the food groups there. Anyways, it is a good sound lunch.”

“Delicious also.”

“No doubt especially if you haven’t eaten in two weeks. Mud would taste good now.” We both laughed.

Kelly finished her lunch, thanked me again, put the money into a pocket in her skirt and went back to work. She was at the computer when others started to come back in so no one knew our secret.

The next day Kelly came in looking so much better. She was still gaunt but the black under her eyes was diminishing. She looked happy and cheery. Kelly looked at me and smiled. I gave a quick thumbs up and went into my office.

Two weeks past. Friday about 12:15 there was a knock on my door and looked up. It was Kelly. She came in and put a new $20 bill on my desk. “Thank you again Mr. White. It was so kind of you. I don’t know how I would have survived if you hadn’t helped out.”

“Sit for a second Kelly.” She did. My eyes made a quick trip to her long legs then back to her face again. We had a nice little talk about her, the job and some nothings at all. It was nice. Kelly stood and I said, “By the way, call me Richard. The Mr. is nice but I prefer the first name.”

“Ok, Richard it is.” She then left for lunch.

So every week, Kelly came in and re-paid the loan. During that time, we had some nice conversations and I looked forward to her coming and talking on Fridays. The leg show alone was worth it. A couple of months past and Kelly came in one Friday all excited because her husband finally landed a job with a trucking company as a driver. He had been out of work for a long time and was happy to be working again.

After the loan was re-paid, her visits became less frequent. It was a little disappointing but understandable.

About six months after Kelly started with the company, my wife and I separated. She had had enough of my long hours at work and claimed I ignored her. We had quite a fight and she moved out. To tell the truth, I think she had a boyfriend and it was just an excuse for her to leave. Her hours were almost as long as mine.

I guess I was not the nicest person in the office for a few weeks or so. I was upset and tried to hide it but I was not too successful.

Friday at lunch there was a soft knock on my door. Looking up, there was Kelly looking radiant. She had her hands held in front of her and her head was tilted to the side. “Can I come in?”

“Yes of course you can. What’s on your mind?”

“You!” she said as she sat down.

“Me? What about me?”

“Well Richard, you’ve not been the happiest for the past couple of weeks and everyone is wondering what’s wrong. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No. There isn’t really.” I paused. “DAMN!!!!” I almost shouted and I hit my fist on my desk. Kelly jumped a little. “Sorry Kelly. I guess I’ve not been very good at hiding my problem.” Kelly just sat there and watched me. “My wife and I separated. I guess it is hitting me harder than I thought.”

“Oh Richard. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. But now I know what I have to do. Ok. Thank you Kelly for coming in and telling me. I’ll take care of this today. You don’t say a word. I’ll get the word out to everyone.”

“Sure Richard. And if there’s anything, anything at all I can madeinizmit.com help you with, will you promise you’ll tell me?”

“Yes Kelly, I will. Thank you again.”

That afternoon, I called in my managers and told them. I asked them to tell the supervisors and let the staff know I was going though some personal problems. By Friday afternoon, the whole place knew and understood. Surprisingly, it made me feel better as well.

A few months later, it was time for the annual Christmas Party. Our company does it up big. The top management rent tuxes, the staff and their spouses all get dressed up. A big hotel ballroom is rented and a live band plays all night. The dinner is fabulous and the booze flows.

I went stag of course and was able to dance with quite a few ladies. I really enjoyed myself.

Near the end of the evening, Kelly started over to me. I saw her coming from a distance and I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Her dark hair was up which it never is. Her black sleeveless dress hugged her body to perfection and her hips flicked from side to side with each step. She looked incredible. When she was in front of me, she asked for a dance. I agreed.

I have to tell you, it was great dancing with a woman almost my height. My ex was only five foot six and I always had to look down to her. Usually the best I could do when we danced was kiss the top of her head. With Kelly, she was almost eye ball to eye ball with me. Very nice. Besides, she felt soft and warm in my arms. Was I starting to get turned on by her?

“So where is your husband?” I asked trying to distract myself.

“He is on the road. Being a trucker, he makes long hauls. He left yesterday and is gone for over a week.”

“It’s a shame he’s missing this party.”

“Oh maybe it’s for the best. He’s not much for parties and getting dressed up. So how you doing tonight?”

“Fine thank you. I’ve had a great time dancing.”

“I’ve noticed. A girl can hardly get a dance with her boss.” We laughed. “I have a favor to ask if I may.”

“Sure you can. What is it?”

“Richard, can I hitch a ride home with you tonight? I know I live on your way home and I don’t feel like calling a cab.”

“Sure! I would be honored.”

“Besides, I have a Christmas present for you and I don’t want to give it to you at work.”

“You don’t need to give me a present.”

“I don’t need to but I want to. So when you drive me home you can come up for a Christmas drink and get your present.”

“Ok, if you insist.”

“I do insist.”

When the evening was over, Kelly met me by the car park so others would not see us leaving. The drive home was like being in the office again. Nice conversation about nothing in particular. Kelly was so easy to talk to. The big difference was the amount of thigh I could sneak a peek at. Her dress had ridden up her legs a fair bit and I really enjoying the show. I could see she was wearing black stockings and the thought went through my mind as to whether they were real stocking or pantyhose. My imagination was all over the first option.

At her apartment building, since it had been snowing, I told her to wait until I could help her out of the car. I quickly moved around the car and opened the door for her. As she got out, she swung leg out first which opened her thighs. Her dress slid higher up her legs and exposed a large amount of thigh. What a sight. I think Kelly caught me looking at her legs but I didn’t care. At least my imagination was proven correct. I could see she had on real stockings.

When we got upstairs, she hung up our coats and then helped me take off my tux jacket. Kelly asked what I would like to drink. She poured them in the kitchen and then came into the living room. After handed me my drink, she then turned on the stereo and put on some nice soft music. As Kelly stood there, she started to sway to the tune. I was sitting on the couch and was intrigued by her swaying ass. It was incredible to watch.

Kelly turned and came over to me. She took the drink from my hand and put it on the coffee table. She then took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I would love to have another dance with you,” she said.

So I took her in my arms and pulled her in close. Not too close but I could feel her boobs on my chest. Her perfume was intoxicating. We moved around the room to the music. Kelly put her head on my shoulder and moved into me a little closer. I tried to keep some distance between us as my cock was responding to her presence.

When the music stopped, Kelly lifted her head, looked me in the eye then came in and kissed me on the lips. Of course I responded. We just stood there for a few seconds afterwards and looked at each other.

Finally Kelly said, “I think it’s time for your present.” With that, she turned away from me and stepped to the stereo. She took an envelope off the top of the tape unit and handed it to me.

“What could this be?” I mused.

“Only one way to find out. Open it.”

I opened the envelope and pulled out the card inside. As I did this, a piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor. I read the front of the card then opened it and read the inside. It was just a nice Christmas card signed by her and Darrel.

Before I could bend down for the piece of paper, Kelly was at my feet picking it up. She stood and handed it to me. I put the card on the coffee table and opened the paper. It was written in Darrel’s handwriting. Here is what it said.

Dear Richard,

Kelly and I can not thank you enough for all you have done for us. Not only did you figure out we were in trouble with our finances, you took the steps needed to correct the problem. You will never know how important that money was to us. I think it literally saved our lives.

Then on top of that, you became a good friend to Kelly. Being her boss you have to keep your distance but you talked with her and made her feel welcome in the company. Again, you went above and beyond. You are truly a wonderful person.

So what can we give to a man who has given us so much? It took us a bit to come up with an answer.

Since you are separated, we are sure you are deprived and neglected like Kelly was when you first met her but only in a different way. She was in need of food. We are sure you are in need of sex.

Our present to you is to have and enjoy Kelly all weekend in any way that would please you.

We will not take “no” or “I can’t” or “You are my employee and this would not right.” You are in need and Kelly and I want you to have this gift.

Merry Christmas and enjoy yourself. Kelly is truly wonderful. Darrel

To say the least, I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. I looked up. Kelly was standing right in front of me. She took the paper out of my hands, put it on the table and stepped into me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me. At first I didn’t know what to do. My cock did though. It was performing as it should and was laying up my stomach. Kelly stepped in closer and pressed her belly onto my cock. Her hips moved and she rolled my cock side to side.

I felt Kelly’s tongue playing with my lips and I involuntarily opened them to welcome her tongue. I was becoming so excited in her arms.

Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over me. I broke the kiss and pulled my head back. What was I doing? She is my employee and this is not appropriate. Kelly looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m yours all weekend and I’ll not let you back out. I’ve waited for this for months now and I am so hot for you……. I need you Richard.”

She kissed me again and that seemed to melt the last of my resistance. It was a long and very sensual kiss that seemed to last forever. I was so turned on.

When we finally broke the kiss, Kelly leaned back. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. “I knew you would be a great kisser,” she said.

“You’re pretty damn good yourself.”

“Don’t you think it’s time for you to unwrap your present?” asked Kelly. She then turned her back to me and with one hand, slid the few hairs on the back of her neck upward completely exposing the top of her dress.

My hands were shaking. I don’t know if it was anticipation, fear or lust. Maybe all three. Clumsily I managed to get the little hook undone. Next, I found the little tab on the zipper and proceeded to slide it downward.

As I was moving down her back, my fingers felt her bra under her dress. Soon the zipper exposed the black material of her bra. I could tell from the back it was going to be a very sexy piece of undergarment.

Down her back I moved and then I at her waist and starting to expose the top of her panties. Black also and it was evident they matched the bra.

When I was finished moving the zipper, Kelly turned to face me. She moved her arms out in front of her and held them there. It took a few seconds before I understood. She was waiting for me to slide the dress off her shoulders.

I reached up and behind her. Clasping the material on the back of her shoulders, I slid the dress around her shoulders. Kelly shrugged a little to help me. Then the top of the dress was moving down her arms. She pulled her arms free of the dress and I let the top fall to her stomach.

WOW!!!! She stood before me in her black bra. It was a see-through material with lace. I could see her dark areolas. Her nipples were hard but mostly confined by the bra. Kelly looked more than stunning. She was gorgeous.

Kelly did not move. She let me drink her in. My cock was a rock in my pants. After a few seconds, she said, “This is your present. I’m not going to unwrap it for you!”

I stepped to her and put my hands on either side of her face. I pulled her face to me and we kissed. Her arms went around and hugged me. My hands then went to her soft back. I moved them upward and ran them over the back of her bra. I have always been a lingerie man. This was heaven for me.

As we were kissing, my hands moved to either hip. I started to push her dress over her hips. It was a tight fit. We stopped kissing and Kelly’s hands covered mine. She wiggled her hips and finally the dress started to move downward. I was right, the bra and panties were a matched set. The panties were see-through lace. Her dark Brazilian landing strip was visible through the thin cloth.

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My Christmas Surprise

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“A year ago, I wrote ‘My Birthday Surprise’ totally on a whim. Despite it not being planned out, and even taking forever to finish the very last part, I feel like it’s my most appreciated piece. I thank everyone who’s read, favorited and positively commented on that story. Here I am a year later, with what I truly hope is a suitable sequel. Happy Holidays!”

*****

A quiet flurry of snowflakes danced across my window seat as I stared out into the winter darkness. My eyes made out the faded outlines of tall trees and highway signs all covered in a thin blanket of fresh, powdery snow. The road itself was fairly clear of ice, so I felt safe and relaxed inside my parent’s spacious SUV.

We had been driving for nearly two hours non-stop since filling up on gas halfway, and still had another hour to go. Personally, I didn’t mind, not having seen my family much over my first few months away at college. The trip had been full of laughs and catching up until half the occupants fell asleep.

My mom had her hands firmly on the wheel, her eyes concentrated on the seemingly endless highway before us. Dad had fallen asleep in the front passenger seat moments ago. To my amusement, I could hear his unique snoring/breathing combo from the opposite side of the back.

It wasn’t just him that was lulled by the smooth, comfortable ride either. In the back with me was Brynn, my dorm roommate and new best friend. She’d been catching some zzz’s since my folks traded off the wheel at our previous stop. Brynn laid on the right side of her body cozy against the window, still dressed in a red/black, long-sleeve flannel and grey winter vest to keep her warm. A pair of black Steve Madden combat boots were discarded on the floor of the vehicle, her long legs dressed in casual sweatpants planted on the middle seat between us. The closest part of Brynn’s young body to me were her feet in cheerful red Christmas socks.

I was honestly quite surprised my dad was asleep considering a cute girl sat behind him with her narrow feet outstretched far enough that he’d be able to see. It seriously didn’t seem like six months ago that I had caught him at the foot of my bed, robustly smelling my just-turned 18 year old feet. Not much had honestly happened since that fateful day. Being aware of it after that incident, I came to notice the little things my dad did to suggest he was into feet; massaging my mom’s feet whenever asked (and mine too), taking interest in movie/tv actress’s feet, and so on. We’d agreed not to mention this to mom whatsoever, and I was cool with that.

“Six months huh?” I thought, still trying to wrap my brain around that.

A lot has changed over the course of those short months in other ways. Sure I was technically only 18 and a half now, but frankly I felt older, more mature. My body had developed slightly since summer; bigger bra size, stronger legs, and overall a more womanly figure. Evidently, I’m a bit of a late bloomer.

As I stared outside again, another green sign confirmed that we were still an hour away from home. College for Brynn and I was six hours away from where I had grown up my entire life. Making it back was hard, and thus I had only made it for Thanksgiving and now for Christmas break. My parents came up to visit me once in September, taking me to a football game and out for a nice dinner. It was also when they got to meet Brynn for the first time. Boy, did they absolutely love her.

I took a second look over at my roommate, amused at just how adorable she looked sleeping like that. In all seriousness, I couldn’t help but feel blessed she’d been assigned to me off all the freshman girls on campus. Fun to be around, Brynn also had the similar music and fashion tastes. Cleanliness was sometimes an issue between (me being the clean freak and her being a bit of a slob), however, I’m pleased to say we dealt with it like adults. Unfortunately, we couldn’t always engage in stereotypical, girly clothes sharing. Though we were both rather skinny, Brynn was taller than me. It was impossible for us to share cute shoes, since I wore a size 6.5 (a 7 was a bit of stretch) and she wore a big-ass size 10. I constantly teased her about being “bigfoot”, knowing well that I simply had dainty little feet. Still, I felt more shoes stores carried my sizes compared to hers, and that certainly proved to be a plus.

A natural brunette with blonde highlights, Brynn’s hair and face were obscured by her black stocking cap. Only her button nose and rosey-red lips could be seen. She breathed lightly, her sleep apparently peaceful. I somewhat envied her ability to pass out anytime she wanted, regardless of how much coursework she needed to complete.

“Abbie? Are you still awake dear?” I heard my mother call softly from the front.

“Yeah mom, can’t sleep,” I answered back, shifting my gaze towards her.

“I swear your father could have slept through this even if it were a blizzard,” she joked about the weather. “Seems like Brynn has the same idea.”

I smiled. “Sure you haven’t been sivas escort lying to me all these years about not having a sister?”

“Unless he’s messing around behind my back,” she nudged dad softly, “yes, I’m quite sure you don’t have any siblings out there. Sorry.”

“It’s all good,” I replied, having long accepted the role of an only child.

Mom chuckled. “Brynn would have fit right in with this family,” she admitted.

“Very true,” I thought to myself. Though we were friends, Brynn didn’t necessarily talk about her family too much. I knew she had an older brother, as I’d jokingly asked once if he was cute and single (both were no’s), and unfortunately her parents were divorced. Perhaps for that reason, she’d begged to come back home with me for the holidays. With a little convincing from both our folks, Brynn was allowed to spend all of break with me. Of course, we jumped around our dorm room in delight when her mom finally caved. Brynn also knocked over a lamp during our happy little celebration, oopsie.

When we finally arrived home an hour later, I was the first to yell out “Home Sweet Home!” much to the chagrin of my still-tired father. I helped Brynn get her stuff up to my bedroom, where she’d be staying for the next two weeks or so. It was nearly midnight by then, so we quickly set up an inflatable mattress my parents provided for her to sleep on. It was as we changed into our pj’s that I took a subtle glance while Brynn removed her Christmas socks. As mentioned, she had bigger, longer feet than I do, yet still very pretty and feminine. Her toes were painted firetruck red, a snowflake design on the big toes. Mine were unpainted at that time, though I had every intention of having Brynn paint them. I felt she did a better job overall than I ever could.

“Here I go again, thinking about feet,” I caught myself.

This had happened when I saw my dad earlier in the semester. Maybe I was worried he’d be attracted to Brynn’s feet? She’d been wearing Sperry’s that day, so he never got a chance to see them.

“Worried, or embarrassed?” I wondered to myself.

Sure, I had enjoyed our very unusual daddy-daughter bonding time, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t without my questions and concerns. Not talking about it at all since then left me very unsure about everything, including what exactly he looked for in terms of women’s feet.

“Hopefully not your daughter’s college roommate,” I worried, still keeping to myself.

“Abbie, something interesting about my foot?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing I’d been staring at Brynn’s bare feet the entire time I’d be inside of my own head.

“Sorry, just tired and dozing off,” I attempted to sound as such. “Want to use the bathroom first, since you’re my welcomed guest?”

Brynn laughed, her low, pleasant voice echoing throughout my small room. “I’d be honored. Which way?”

“Two doors down to the left, can’t miss it Your Highness,” I teased.

Brynn curtsied for me before slipping her round ass out the door to brush her teeth. I shook my previous thoughts away, instead deciding what we’d be doing tomorrow. Hit up the local mall? See a movie? Introduce her to Grandma Jody and her famous Christmas cookies? All sounded so tempting, which made me glad we had all of break to do all those things and more. For now, the bed I’ve missed all these months was beckoning me. I was asleep before Brynn returned from the bathroom..

Christmas Eve came before I was truly prepared for it. I still hadn’t bought a gift for dad, the hardest person to buy for on my list. Brynn and I went out last-minute Christmas shopping for him, determined to find “the perfect dad gift” as Brynn put it.

“What did you get him last year?” she asked, as we walked through a busy mall.

“A gift card to Olive Garden,” I said meekly.

Brynn chuckled. “A gift card huh? No wonder you’re worried.”

“I’m not worried!” I whined. “I just want to get him something more…substantial this time.”

“Uh huh,” Brynn continued mocking me. “What about your mom? Did she have any ideas?”

“A new pair of boots or a shaving kit,” I repeated word-for-word what my mom had told me.

“Boots are a great idea!” Brynn insisted. “I mean, you always choose cute shoes anytime we go out shopping.”

“I doubt my dad’s looking for ‘cute’ boots,” I laughed this time. “Besides, I want to think of something on my own. Something my mom hasn’t thought of.”

My best friend smiled mischievously. “I don’t know about that, but I know one present your mom can give him that you can’t.”

I felt my ears burn. “Brynn, that’s gross!” I scolded her. “Why would you even say something like that?!”

“Because you’re dad’s kinda hot,” Brynn giggled, her face turning red.

A pit started to form in my stomach. “You’re checking out my dad?!”

Brynn tried to contained a sudden fit of giggles to no avail. “I’m just saying your mom has a lot to look at, that’s all,” she managed to say between giggles. “But https://sivashabersitesi.com yes, kinda.”

“Oh my god Brynn!” I shoved her playfully. “Stop being such a slut!”

“But he’s so handsome!” Brynn swooned. “Is it ok if I call him daddy too?!”

“Ewww! Just stop!” I shoved her a bit harder this time. I knew it was all fun and games, but it was making me feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, she didn’t stop either. “He looks younger really. Does he work out? He’s rich right? If not my daddy, maybe a sugar daddy?!”

“ENOUGH BRYNN!” I shot at her.

That managed to not only shut her up, but also get the attention of everyone walking around us. I personally didn’t care about what they thought, rather I instantly regretted my outburst when Brynn’s playful smirk transformed into a frightened look.

“Brynn, I’m sorry,” I apologized promptly. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“No, it’s ok Abbie,” Brynn insisted, though fear was clearly written on her face. “I guess it’s just a bit awkward to hear someone talk about your dad like that.”

I felt so embarrassed with myself. We just walked for awhile in silence, neither of us making eye contact. I’d never shouted at Brynn like this before. Even when she talked on the phone all night ahead of a big test or took my shampoo without asking, I didn’t get so frazzled that I’d explode on her.

“And it’s Christmas Eve,” I thought somberly.

Walking around the mall suddenly became less fun and seemed to drag on without us talking. Fortunately, it didn’t last long; I saw the perfect gift in a men’s clothing store.

“Cologne!” I nearly yelled again, restraining myself this time.

“Oh my god, yes! That’s brilliant!” Brynn chimed in. “That’s a perfect gift for your dad!”

As if what happened just moments ago magically never occurred, we cheered for ourselves and ran like excited schoolchildren inside the store.

No more than an hour later we left the mall, the biggest grins on our faces one can possible imagine. Indeed, I had bought what I hoped was the appropriate cologne for my daddy. It’d been a bit pricey, yet I didn’t regret this purchase as much as that one time I bought a goldfish that perished the very next day. RIP Truman the Goldfish.

Best of all, Brynn seemed to have fully dismissed my outburst at her from earlier. We simply picked up from earlier, minus her telling me dad’s a DILF. Unfortunately, the thought of my dad also brought back the memories of my unexpected birthday present.

“Why can’t I get it out of my head?!” I thought to myself.

This wasn’t the first time since getting back home that I’d thought about it. Considering the kind of reaction I felt it would get from Brynn, I had no one to talk to. That in itself was the hardest part. I finally made a decision

“We need to talk,” I decided.

As I pulled my mom’s car into the driveway, my mind was already made up. Brynn quickly dashed inside, en route for the nearest bathroom. Mom appeared to still be out, perhaps also last-minute shopping. That all suited me just fine, since I wanted so alone time with dad anyway.

Dad was in the living room reading a book in the recliner, his personal throne that none may sit upon. I approached him tentatively at first, until her noticed me. He gave me one of signature warm, inviting smiles.

“Hi honey, how was the mall with Brynn?” he asked, putting his book down.

“It was great,” I answered. “Found everything we were looking for.”

“Well good,” he smiled. “Brynn’s gifts from her family arrived in the mail yesterday. Your mother is out getting wrapping paper for them, so they can be placed under the tree.”

A giant Christmas tree dominated our living room this time of year, and having an extra person around would only made the stack of gifts under its branches look even larger.

But I stayed on task. “Daddy, there’s something we need to talk about.”

Sensing something serious was about to be discussed, daddy sat up a bit and gave me his full attention. He was a terrific listener, and only asked questions if he truly needed to. However, I got the feeling he wasn’t expecting what I was about to talk about.

“It’s about what happened in June, on my birthday,” I started.

Sure enough, his face turned slightly red. Considering he’s a well-trained lawyer, that was quite uncommon to behold.

“I know I said I wouldn’t talk to anyone about it, but I need to talk about it with you,” I continued.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked hesitantly.

That, sadly, was where I found myself unclear about. “I don’t know honestly, but I feel uneasy about having it all bottled up for so long. Since I’ve been home, I can’t stop thinking about, or worrying about it.”

Daddy sighed. “Yes, that’s a bit unfair of you to keep that to yourself. That’s why I feel it might be best if I told your mother about it, after the holidays are over.”

My eyes widened to the size of grapefruits. “No daddy, you can’t do that! That’s totally not what I meant.”

“No, but it’s the right thing to do,” he explained. “Don’t worry honey, she won’t blame you for any of this.”

“Any of what?”

Brynn suddenly appeared in the living room, fresh of the bathroom. Judging from her clueless expression, she’d missed most of the conversation.

My dad came to the rescue. “Well, we went in together on a big present for her mother this year,” he lied. “I’m just not sure anymore if she’ll like it.”

Thankfully, Brynn bought it completely. “Awww! You two are so sweet to her! This is why you’re my favorite family ever!” she beamed.

“”Oh hush, we just want to make this year special for mom,” I nudged Brynn. “I’ve been away for a few months, and it’s taken a toll on her.”

“Still, that’s so nice,” Brynn insisted, before heading upstairs. “I need to call my mom, so would it be a bother-“

“I’ll leave you alone for awhile,” I cut her off.

“Thanks!” she said, galloping up to my bedroom. Seizing the opportunity again for some privacy, daddy and I resumed.

“Abbie, I know you’re nervous about this, but what would you have me do? Keep this from your mother forever?” he spoke seriously, no longer flustered.

He had a point, I had to admit. “But all at once?” I said. “Maybe you should just start with the fact you’re into feet first, then work your way into what happened with me.”

“True, but what would she think about having all that info fed to her in pieces after it’s all said and done?” daddy further pointed out to me. “Abbie, I honestly thought you’d be on board with this from the start. Why are you against this?”

Why indeed. I didn’t know the answer necessarily. Was I really afraid of what could result? No that wasn’t it.

“I think,” I said softly, “that I want us to do that again.”

With those little words, my daddy’s composure was lost once again. “Absolutely not young lady!” he yelled, anger and fear permeating his voice. “That was a one time thing, and I should have never let it happen!”

Scary outburst were becoming a frequent occurrence today. First me to Brynn, and now daddy to me. I got the true sense of just how Brynn must have felt.

My dad took a huge breathe and massaged his temples. “Abbie, this is all my fault. I’ve placed you an awkward position these last several months, and I’m sorry.” He looked up at me, sad eyes on the verge of tears. “You shouldn’t feel the need to satisfy my needs in this sort of way. I’m your father, and I need to take that seriously.”

I felt like arguing. I wanted to tell him this was on my own free will. Yet, the words never came out. Instead, I ran upstairs to my room. I shut the door and collapsed on my bed, ignoring the fact Brynn was right there on her mattress. No tears came. All I did was beat my arms against my poor pillow, over and over. It’s wasn’t sadness, it was anger. Even as Brynn came to console me, my frustration blocked out the comforting words, my best friend resting her arms on my shoulders. I just laid there for awhile, a confused, bitter mess. One word floated angrily inside of my mind:

REVENGE.

Christmas Eve dinner was to begin at 6:00 p.m. While many families went out to eat on this night, my family made it a tradition to stay in for a home-cooked meal of my Grandma Jody’s phenomenal ravioli. Mom volunteered to help prepare the meal, leaving Brynn and myself off the hook.

Instead, we took our sweet time to get all dolled up for the occasion. As roommates, we loved the chance to play with each other’s hair and makeup, like we did seemingly whenever we went out on weekends.

I’d elected to have my hair styled with my long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, curling the ends and wrapping them into a bun. The front of my do felt a bit loose, but I was pleased seeing end result in my bedroom mirror.

Initially, I was going to a gray cowlneck tunic top with some leggings and ballet flats, but upon seeing Brynn I felt totally undressed. She’d brought a one piece maroon dress with a thick, bowed belt around her thin waist. Plenty of her long, bare legs showed under the short dress, and I could only wish my mom and grandma didn’t have a cow upon seeing them. I’d somehow managed to curl and style her beautiful locks over the left shoulder, partly covering her left eye.

“You look like a blonde Jessica Rabbit!” I complimented.

Brynn gave me a baffled look. “Who’s Jessica Rabbit?”

“A cartoon character that’s really pretty,” I said, picking around delicately at her hair.

“So I look goofy and animated?” she inquired.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “No, no, never mind!” I gave up.

“So how about you?” she asked, thankfully changing the subject. “What are you wearing tonight pretty lady?!”

“As sexy as you look, I might as well wear a trash bag,” I sneered.

“Stop it!” Brynn laughed. “You’re just as much of a hottie as I am, sugar tits! Now, let’s pick out the best outfit for you!”

Now I know nearly everyone makes jokes about how long it takes for a woman to choose her outfit. Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times. Brynn find the outfit first, frankly because I’d never dream of wearing THAT to a family dinner.

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Carol and her sister decided to take a vacation together and go to Cancun.

They were having a fabulous time, breaking away from the stress of work and how the situation was at home for Carol.

The fire had gone out of her life at home and had hoped that she could clear her head and come back with more options to make it work.

It was Wednesday and they had that night and one more before they had to come home. They were inseparable, enjoying the sights, the beaches, and especially the dancing that they had done.

They went to the club at the hotel that night and really had a wonderful time. Something happened to Carol there however. Carol caught herself watching a young man dancing the salsa and since she loved dancing so much, she wanted to dance with him.

Ricky, the dance instructor was not oblivious of Carol being in there. He too had looked intently at her and after seeing her dancing on the floor, he wanted to dance with her. Finally, he came over and asked her to dance.

For one split instance she was afraid to go dance with him. She was thinking of her marriage and afraid that she would lose control with this man. She went for it. She danced with him in the beginning dance of what seemed to be a full evening of dancing with him.

Carol and her sister had plans for tomorrow but at this time, she was wanting to back out of it, but didn’t know how she could.

They had planned to take an overnight trip to the Mayan Ruins but her mind raced back to the dancer and how she would love to have one more night of dancing with him.

She got brave enough to tell her sister she wasn’t feeling like going tomorrow and after a bit of jostling the idea around enough, her sister decided she’d go since she didn’t want to lose the money they had paid for this trip.

Carol couldn’t sleep at all that night. She began fantasizing herself in this guys arms and them rubbing their bodies all over each other. She kicked the covers off of her bed and sighed. There was an aching in her loins that felt like a fire building. With one hand, she found her breasts and she started massaging her nipples. She couldn’t stop the feeling of wetness rushing between her legs. She felt an itch there that needed some attention. She slid her hand down and her fingers found her swollen clit.

Her mind raced back to her husband but she couldn’t stop until she had relieved the tension that had built up in her body. It was an earth shattering orgasm. Something she had missed so much at home. Finally she drifted off to sleep.

The next day her sister came by and said goodbye and to see if Carol had changed her mind. Carol said no and wished her sister a fun time. “See you tomorrow sis,” Carol said as she left.

Carol lounged around the pool most of the day and finally went up to the room to cool off and clean up for tonight. After Carol took her shower, she napped again then finally started getting dressed.

Carol put on her thong and short skirt. She wanted room to maneuver when she danced. After putting on her shirt, she took it off and removed her bra. She wanted to feel sexy. Finally she was dressed and ready to go.

She went down to the club and didn’t find Ricky. She began to fear that he would not show. Finally she went to the bathroom and one of the rooms she passed, had it’s door opened a little bit and there he was. He had given a few dance instructions aksaray escort and was getting ready to go out in the club.

When he saw Carol, he invited her in and offered to give her some private instructions. Carol felt that rush of pleasure building in her pussy again and she felt an instant wetness. They danced and at one point, when his legs were pushed against her pussy and her thigh was pressing against his crotch, they just held each other and began swaying against each other.

Ricky leaned down and kissed Carol. Instinctively, she pulled back and assured him that she was married. That didn’t deter Ricky. He ground his thigh harder against her pussy and her resistance seem to escape her. She ground her thigh harder against him and she felt him growing.

“What am I doing,” Carol thought to herself. She was married and wasn’t going to cheat on her husband. He kissed her again and this time she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. Her pussy flooded even more as she was weakening. Finally, she stopped and pulled away, pushing her skirt down that had risen against his thigh and reassured him that she couldn’t. He apologized and they then went out to the dance floor.

Carol was so upset with herself now. She wondered if she did the right thing. She knew that she did. After all, she was married.

Ricky was not through with her yet. He was experienced enough to know the signs that a woman really wanted more so he was patient. They danced often and after a few drinks, Carol surprised him and told him that she needed to go up to her room and go to sleep. He offered to walk her up and they left.

Once in the elevator, Ricky took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Carol couldn’t resist and her tongue sought his. She got nervous when his hands came to her breasts but she couldn’t move. She was rapidly melting to his touch.

Ricky slid his hand down to her ass and began to rub it. He moved to her hip and in front of her and his fingers began to slide up the short skirt she was wearing. “Noooooo,” She moaned but Ricky didn’t listen. He sucked on her tongue and her knees got weak. He used his free hand and grabbed hers and moved it to his hard cock. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand but she placed it back on it and started stroking it through his pants.

“What was she doing?” She thought. She can’t let this happen but she couldn’t pull away.”

Suddenly the elevator came to a stop on her floor and the door opened.

Carol jumped away just in time since there was an elderly man coming on the elevator. She and Ricky got off and walked down to her room.

Carol couldn’t go through with it. She reached out her hand and shook Ricky’s and said she can’t. She was torn at her decision because Ricky complied. He wanted to come in and talk but she said no. She can’t. So he left as she walked in her room and closed the door.

Carol was pissed now with herself. “Why can’t I just let him come in and talk.” She says out loud. “You are so stupid,” She thought to herself.

After she laid down on the bed and fought her tears away, the phone rang.

It was Ricky. He asked her once more if he could come back and they just talk. Without even thinking more about it, she quickly said yes. A few minutes more, a knock came to the door.

Carols heart was pounding now as she went to the door. She opened it and Ricky 68aksarayspor.com came inside. Once she closed the door, she flew into his arms and locked every thought of her husband out of her mind.

Their bodies pressed more feverishly against each other. His hands found each breasts and massaged them as her hand grasped his cock through his pants again. She was not going to deny herself anymore. She wanted this man to fuck her.

Ricky led her over to the bed and while she stood there, he removed her blouse and pushed down her skirt and thong together. Instantly Carol’s mind raced back to her husband and wondering if she was doing right. That thought ended as it began as Ricky started pulling his clothes off.

Carol stood there in a trance as his cock came into view. It was the biggest one she had ever seen and was almost frightened because she didn’t know if she could take all of him. But she was sure as hell going to try.

Ricky took her hand and pulled them to his cock and let her familiarize herself with it. She started stroking it as she started kissing his chest.

Lower she moved down his body until she was on her knees in front of him.

His cock standing out in front of her eyes. Her mouth began to water wanting to taste him, wanting to feel his cock throb in her mouth. She extended her tongue and licked it’s head, removing the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the end. Finally she took the head inside and began to use her tongue on it. She started bobbing her head, easing more and more of his hard cock into her wanting mouth.

Ricky leaned back and closed his eyes as she sucked him and played with his balls. Carol glanced to her side and noticed a full length mirror. Her pussy got wetter when she noticed her in the mirror with a strange cock going in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes of savoring the taste of his cock, she pulled away, sensing he was ready to climax. She had never had anyone cum in her mouth and wasn’t sure if she would like it.

Sensing her apprehension, Ricky pulled her up and helped her lay on the bed. He began kissing his way over her body and moved down between her widespread legs. Only a few centimeters away from her clit, he began to blow his warm breath over her clit. Carol’s hips began to push up, wanting to feel more than his breath. He lowered his head and slid his tongue inside of her as far as it would go. Wigging around, he felt her wet silky walls engulf his prying tongue.

Ricky loved foreplay so he continued his assault on her throbbing pussy. He slid a finger inside and moved it in and out, loosening it for another finger. He slid the other one in and began fucking her with them. Her hips would thrust up each time he pushed them in. Her moans were getting louder as she fucked back without abandon. He lowered his head again and this time his mouth came in contact directly with her clit. She jumped but pushed harder against his mouth. He sucked her clit while his fingers were fucking her. Not telling her anything, he stopped and brought his body over hers and got into the 69 position.

Carol now had his big cock hanging down from his body and she quickly inhaled it into her mouth. His face lowered and buried itself in her pussy again. They worked hard on each other. Carol had relaxed her throat and he was pushing his cock deeper inside of her mouth. He sucked harder on her clit as their climax rushed through their body. Carol heard him moan and felt his cock thicken as he unloaded a load of hot cum into her mouth. She forgot not wanting this to happen as she sucked all he unloaded into her mouth. She raised her hips off of the bed as her pussy exploded, giving him the offerings of a wanton woman, a woman that just earlier would never cheat on her husband. She had become filled with lust.

Once they rested a few minutes, Ricky’s hands started moving on her body again. Carol reached for his cock and brought it back to life. Normally, her husband would cum just once and he was through. She was surprised to see how quickly this man came back to life.

Ricky got up off of the bed and helped Carol on her knees with her ass near the side of the bed. He moved closer and between her legs and guided his huge cock to her waiting pussy. Once he got the head just inside, He grabbed her hips and started pushing inside. Inch by inch he entered her and she began to push back against him. “What has this man done to me,” She thought to herself. She wanted more of his cock. She wanted it all to be exact.

She pushed harder until she felt the entire slab of meat deep inside her throbbing pussy.

Rick began fucking her harder now, hearing a little moan each time he rammed his cock deep inside of her. “OH GAWD RICKY, FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK,” She begged. He increased speed and then slowed down, pulling almost out.

Once the head was just inside, he lunged his hips forward, bringing a moan to her lips as he pushed it to the hilt. Her pussy exploded again. She bathed his hard cock with her slick juices.

Ricky pulled out of her when he felt her pussy tighten and unleash her orgasm. With her still on her knees, and her beautiful ass so exposed, he took his hands and spread her cheeks, exposing her tiny opening. He lowered his head and with his tongue, he found her tiny opening and got it wet from his saliva. Carol was shocked when the tongue found her because she had never experienced a tongue against her like that.

Ricky now moved in closer and guided the head of his cock to her ass. He pushed slowly until the head was just inside. Carol was besides herself. She wanted his cock in her ass so she pushed back against him. Inch by inch he entered her until the head popped through her muscle ring. She pushed back harder now, feeling him enter her. It hurt somewhat but she wasn’t going to be denied. Finally when her ass loosened up for his cock, he began fucking her with long slow strokes.

Carol wanted more. She wanted to feel him pounding her ass with his hard spear. “FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK,” She screamed as she pushed her ass back on it.

Ricky grasped her shoulder with his hand for better leverage and started fucking her how she wanted. His hips slapped against her ass with each stroke. She even felt his balls slapping her pussy with each lungs. She reached between her legs and captured his balls. He moaned and fucked harder now. His cock expanding. His cock throbbing just before his climax. She felt him swelling and it pushed her over the edge. Her pussy contracted as waves of her juices flooded her pussy. Ricky gave one last lunge and exploded, filling her ass with his hot cum. She lets out a huge groan as she collapses.

Ricky collapsed himself and they lay in each others arms. Carol hadn’t been that satisfied in years. Knowing she had done wrong, she let her body take over her mind.

Needing to get some sleep, Ricky left. Carol now had a new outlook on life. She had experienced that forbidden fruit.

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