First Encounter

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Part 1

I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I was so tempted to reach down and touch myself. I held off, I wanted to save it all for you. It was a warm day, and was so glad that I had decided to wear a cool summer dress without anything on underneath. I could feel my car’s airconditioner blowing cool air on my legs, I would like to say that is what was making my nipples extremely hard, but I would only be fooling myself.

I was filled with so much excitement and a little nervousness about finally getting to hold you in my arms. Your flight wasn’t due for another 40 minutes, but I wanted to be there early, just to calm myself. I wondered if all the people at the airport would be able to see the look of excitement and passion on my face.

I had it all arranged, the hotel room – where I had already checked into so I could have everything set up. The candles, the toys, the bubble bath, the surprises that I had in store for you.

We were in for a perfect night. I had made dinner reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town – right on the water, as I remembered it being one of your fantasies. We had decided that we would hold off on intercourse until after we had dinner and went out on the town for awhile. We wanted to spend some time just visiting, getting to know each other and of course – flirting!!!

As I stood there waiting for your flight to come in, I didn’t know if I would be able to hold off, I knew that my first reaction would be to take you right then and there, not caring how many people were watching. But we had to stick to our rules, and I knew that it would make for an even more interesting evening if we could adhere to the game plan.

My breath quickened as they announced that your flight had arrived. I could feel my heart beating faster, heaving deep in my chest as the passengers starting filing through the gate.

All of a sudden, there you were. Just as wonderful as you were online and in my mind. Our eyes locked, and I knew right then and there that our hearts were beating as one. The time had finally arrived, we were finally able to physically and not just mentally hold one another………….

Part 2

We went to drop off your luggage. I had gotten a hotel that was close to the beach, and near downtown where all the action was.

As soon as we got into the hotel room, we shut the door and we embraced one another with Mardin Escort such an intensity that was shocking. As I tasted your tongue inside my mouth, I could feel that I was getting wetter and wetter. I could feel your hardness against me.

We pulled apart and you took my hand. We left the hotel, for awhile. We wanted to continue our adventures downtown. First we went and had a wonderful dinner at a nice little upscale romantic restaurant. All through dinner we talked and flirted. I felt electricity pulse through my body everytime that you looked at me and whenever your hand touched mine.

After dinner, we went to a very hot and busy nightclub. We took a table in a darkened corner. As bad as we wanted to be back at the room, we both felt it important to extend this teasing as long as we could. To me, flirting has always been another form of foreplay. Plus, we knew that the longer we prolonged it and the more that we teased and flirted, the hotter it would be when we finally came together as one.

The club was hopping, the music loud and it was packed. We had been lucky enough to find a place to sit. We sat and held hands over the table. We people watched, and had a few drinks.

I slipped off my shoe and ran my bare foot up your leg under the table. It was hot being able to tease you this way. Sure, at dinner we had sat with our legs intertwined under the table, but it was all very innocent, and just because we wanted to have physical contact.

This was different, sure, the physical need was still there, but this was much more intense and sexual. I brought my foot higher and higher, all of a sudden I was massaging the bulge in your pants with my foot. It felt absolutely hard and so inviting. I kept rubbing it harder and faster, you had the look of lust in your eye. I could see you starting to squirm, so I stopped. Neither of us wanted to, but we also knew that we needed to “cool” down.

As we were brought down to reality, we noticed that we had an audience, a man was sitting at the next table over watching us, we could see him stroking himself under the table. This turned us on even more.

A slow song came on over the speakers, so we got up and made our way to the dance floor. We came together, eyes locked and you took me in your arms. We were oblivious to anyone else there, it was like we were the only two people on the earth at that point.

I rubbed Mardin Escort Bayan myself against you, and could feel your hardness against me. You hands reached down and cupped my ass, I was wondering if you could feel my wetness against the fabric of your pants. When the song ended, you took my hand and led me to the door, “let’s get out of here”, I heard you say. My heart was beating so hard.

We walked towards the hotel hand in hand. We could hear the waves splashing against the shore, the moon was out and appeared to be pretty close to full. We slipped off our shoes and walked along the beach. It was a perfect night.

We stopped and you took me in your arms. We kissed and I knew that we would not be able to hold off any longer. We slowly started undressing each other, and magically our clothes just seemed to melt off.

We laid down on the sand, you on your back. I nibbled on your neck and earlobes. Down I went lower to your nipples, I took each one into my mouth and administered some tongue action and even gently biting them. I kissed and licked you all over, further and further down I went.

I needed to feel your fullness in my hungry, waiting mouth. I circled the tip of your hardness with my tongue, then I took you deep into my throat. I cupped your heavy balls in one hand and got my finger wet from the saliva on your cock. Slowly I worked my finger into your puckered sphincter. I felt your tightness contract around my finger, finally giving in and relaxing. You moaned loudly as your hips started moving up and down. Faster and harder I sucked. All the way down to the base of your beautiful shaft. My finger was in contact with your male G-spot as I stroked it gently.

I could feel your body tense and then suddenly you flooded my mouth and throat with your delicious hot seed. I sucked and licked every last drop of you. I came up to kiss you deeply – allowing you to taste yourself on my tongue. Our tongues danced and swirled performing a mating dance of their own.

Finally, we stood up, straightened ourselves and made a mad dash for the hotel room……………..

Part 3

As soon as the door shut behind us, we slowly undressed one another.

We jumped into the shower to wash the sand from our bodies. The water was cool against our skin, we needed some cooling down from not only our passion, but also from the sultry summer air. We embraced Escort Mardin and naturally our lips found their way to one another. I grabbed the soap and started washing you head-to-toe. I rubbed my warm wet body all against your soapy, slippery physique.

We continued to lather one another – our hands roaming freely, exploring one another’s bodies. You were so gentle and sensual as you slipped one of your fingers into my tightness. Slowly you entered another one. My skin stretched around your fingers as they moved back and forth. I moaned and leaned against you for stability as I felt weak in the knees. Faster and deeper you worked your fingers in and out. I let out a cry as my first orgasm of the night washed over me.

We slowly and sensually dried one another off with the soft white fluffy towels then walked hand-in-hand to the beautiful king sized bed.

You laid me down and started kissing all over my very eager curves. The way that you nibbled on my nipples made me squirm in delight.

I asked you to lay down as I once again took your hardness into my mouth while swinging my leg around and lowering my very wet pussy onto your face. You let out a loud moan and could certainly tell by my matched moans that I too was really enjoying this position.

I loved your taste, the feel of your hard cock in my throat. I loved the way that your tongue felt inside of my drenched tightness. The way that you sucked on my clit made me squirm in delight. It was very evident that we were both on cloud nine.

I really needed to feel you deep inside of me though. I wanted to put you there and keep you there forever – all safe and warm.

After our “appetizer”, we were finally able to pull away from each other. I wanted you – no, I needed you so bad, I could have just swallowed you whole.

We kissed once again, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues. Wow, my pussy juice tasted even better when it was coming off of your sweet lips.

I laid back on the pillows and finally, we were going to join and become one.

You entered me slowly as our eyes locked. It was like we were staring into each other’s souls. You thrust in and out of me. It felt so incredible as my hard little nub rubbed against your groin. We climbed higher and higher as we crested the peak. All at once we both started to feel like we were falling – together, we both reached the most intense powerful orgasm at the same time.

I loved the feeling of you shooting spurt after spurt of your warm gooey goodness deep inside of my womb. We both knew that there was no turning back, we realized that we were forever changed as we held one another in the deep afterglow of our passion.

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After a long week’s work, John was glad that the weekend was here and he could relax a little. The weather, as usual, was hot and humid and John did not really have any plans for the day except to laze around at home. But then he remembered that some of the everyday stuff, like shampoo, face wash and the likes were running out at home and he needed to go get some replenishment.

John reached the mall slightly after lunch and was immediately welcomed by the cool air conditioning, a pleasant change from the humid air outside.

He walked around the mall for a while, noticing that the crowd was really thin for a weekend, but thinking it must have something to do with the latest economic crisis that has hit the world like a hurricane. Most of the shops were empty and sales person were just standing around, looking pretty. For people whom were still securely employed, like John, times like that was a good time for shopping as most of the shops were offering huge discounts to bring in more sales. Almost everywhere, one could see signs flashing discounts of 50% or more.

After walking for about 10 minutes, John came upon a shop selling beauty products, a good reminder to him that he needed to replenish his face wash and shaving cream. He lingered at the window for a while, looking at the several products on display, and as with most men, did not have a single idea about any of them.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice,” Hello Sir, looking for facial products?”

John turned around and saw a cute young Chinese girl. She had curly hair that reached her shoulder, really fair skin, and a pair of bright innocent eyes. She was wearing a white coat, a common piece of clothing for sales person of beauty products nowadays, probably trying to accentuate their professionalism. She had a name tag pinned on her coat which said “Vicky”.

“Oh, eh, yeah, Vicky, I am looking for some facial wash and shaving cream” I said.

“Do you have any particular brand in mind,” Victoria said, flashing her sweet smile at me.

As with most guys, I was never very particular about my beauty regime, and mostly just got my face wash from the neighborhood super market.

Vicky, sensing my hesitation, said, “Well sir, why don’t you come in and I will recommend some products for you.”

I reluctantly followed behind her, and for the first time, saw her long slender legs, held up by a pair of 3-inch come-fuck-me heels. Her white coat ended about 6 inches above her knee and one could almost imagine the short skirt she might have on under the coat.

Vicky then went on to describe a few products to me; some facial foams, a couple of Toners and Moisturizers. To be honest, I was a bit overwhelmed by all the products on display, as I have always been an all-in-one face wash kind of guy.

With an almost embarrassing tone, I told Vicky,” Look Vicky, I have never used such beauty products before; I am your regular all-in-one face wash guy, so….”

Vicky , almost interrupting me, said, “Sir, in that case, it’s really about time you tried some of this products and put yourself on a regular beauty regime, I promised you will feel the difference after the first use.”

Sensing my hesitation, Vicky turned around and brought a sales brochure to me and said, “Sir, if you got these products today, you will be entitled to a 20% discount, and I will personally give you a facial treatment using the products you bought, with no extra charge.”

I looked at the brochure that Vicky was holding up close to her chest and suddenly my attention was taken away by the top 2 buttons of her coat which were undone. I was also feeling puzzled when I thought I saw a glimpse of a bikini top below the coat that Vicky was wearing, half expecting to see a blouse or t-shirt.

In a daze, I managed a “yes” and the next thing I knew, Vicky was leading me into the back of the shop and into a tiny room. The set up in the room was like a regular beauty parlor, at least that’s how they looked like in commercials in the papers and TV.

Vicky then went on to dim the lights which led me to ask,” Vicky, how do you do your work when the lights were so dim?”

Vicky held my hand, leading me to the reclining chair, and said,” Sir, don’t worry, I know what I am doing. I promised you will feel like you had a new face when this is over.”

I made myself comfortable in the chair and Vicky went about preparing her stuff. I noticed that her top 2 buttons were still undone and when she moved about preparing her things, her blouse opened more and I could confirmed that she was wearing a bikini top and her boobs were a handful, probably a B cup if I wanted to get technical.

Having talked to her for the last 30 mins, I could sense that Vicky was your regular ‘Y” generation and the fun and cheery type. So I took the chance and said to her,” Vicky, eh…..I noticed you were wearing a bikini top underneath your work cloth, were you allowed to do that?”

Vicky then turned to face me, gave Kütahya Escort me a naughty wink and said.,”I thought you would never noticed.”

She then grabbed her coat lightly and said, “Sir, this is not my working clothes, these are,” with that said she proceeded to undo the rest of the buttons and revealed a complete set of white bikini top and a thong bottom to me.

Taken aback, I could only manage a soft “Wow”.

Vicky, sensing my shock, then said,” Sir, as you know, the economy is really bad now, and we need to up our service in order to get more business. Moreover, I do need to work with water in my work and this is one of the best ways to keep my clothes dry.”

She then turned her back to me and fiddle through the shelf in front of me, letting me take in the sight of her perky little ass which her thongs did very little to cover. I let my eyes wonder down to her long legs and saw that she still had her heels on. I immediately felt my cock hardening but was glad that the lights were a little dim which helped to cover my embarrassment.

My little security took a tumble when Vicky retrieved what seems like clothes and then turned and said to me,” Talking about keeping dry sir, I would recommend that you changed into this during the treatment.”

In her hand was probably some thin cotton clothes that one would wear during a massage, which kind of surprised me.

“Wow, Vicky, I thought this is only a facial, I never expected it to be this elaborate,” I said, in a truly surprised tone.

“Well Sir, I have told you before, we need to up the level of our service in this time. This is a new improvement to increase the comfort level of our clients,” Vicky said.

I could almost see the silly smile on my face while taking in the sight of this sweet young thing in a tiny bikini, getting ready to wash my face, of all things.

I got out of the chair and before I could, Vicky was already holding my arms trying to help me off the chair.

Naturally, I reached out my hands, expecting Vicky to hand me and clothes and said,” So, do you have a bathroom where I could change?”

Vicky then gave me another of her killer smile and said,” Sir, this is a shopping mall, the closest bath room is 100 feet away at the end of the building. You could just change here in this room.”

Vicky then turned around to place the clothes on a stool, and thinking that she would leave me alone to change, I started to unbuckle my belt. To me astonishment, Vicky turned around, squatted down in front of me and reached for my belt instead.

And in her compromising position, I could see her deep cleavage and her face was agonizing close to my crotch. I had a great view of her boobs and the position of her lips drove my imagination into overdrive. My cock immediately twitched into life again and I could feel it growing quickly in my pants.

Up to this point, I knew I was only going to get a facial. And seeing Vicky in a bikini is a good bonus, but the thought of flashing my raging hard cock to her was something I have never expected to do, although I would love to.

Sensing my hesitation, Vicky looked up and said, “Sir, remember what I told you, we are raising the level of our service, so you just relax and let me do everything.”

Little did she know that it was not only her service level that was rising, my horniness and blood pressure were rising by the second too.

I looked around and think, “Well, there are only the 2 of us here, so what the hell, I might as well enjoy the treatment.”

I placed my hands to my side and “resigned” to letting Vicky take care of me.

Vicky looked up at me, and then lowered her head again and proceeded to remove my belt and pants.

I tried as much as I could to get my cock to go soft before Vicky sees it, but these things just did not work that way. And while Vicky was pulling and tugging at my belt and pants, her boobs wobbled a bit and gave my cock great visual encouragement to stay hard and probably gotten harder within seconds.

I stepped out of my pants, and saw that my boxers shorts have already formed a tent by my raging cock. I looked at Vicky’s face and she went about her business without blinking an eyelid.

Thinking that Vicky would let me leave my boxers on and slip their shorts over it, I was shocked when she slipped her thumbs into each side of my shorts and proceeded to pull it down. On the way down, my hard cock was caught by the waistband of my shorts and it was pulled from its straight up position to the six o’clock position. The shorts went beyond the length of my cock and the boner caused it to flipped right back to it’s flagpole position, not without a loud tud when my cock smacked my body.

Vicky was shocked, and knowing she has probably caused some discomfort to me, cover her mouth while letting out a soft scream,”Huh……shit.”

And before I could react, Vicky already grabbed my cock softly and said,”Sir, I am so sorry , did I hurt you?”

Almost Kütahya Escort Bayan instinctly, she started to stroke my cock, hoping to sooth it.

I sucked in a deep breathe of air at her touch, and said,” Hooo….oh……that’s nice Vicky, don’t worry about it.”

Vicky then gave a girlish giggle and continued undressing me. I stepped out of my shorts and steeped into the shorts that the shop provided. When the gutters of the shorts reached my crotch, Vicky, probably still haunted by the incident earlier, grabbed my still hard cock, hold it against my body before pulling the short up, hoping to avoid another “accident”. At her kneeling position, Vicky was not able to pull the shorts up fully, so she had to stand up and on her way up, her boobs brushed across my cock, pumping another extra ounce of blood into it.

She gave my shorts a final adjustment and to my surprise, grabbed my cock softly, gave it a few light squeeze and said, “Sir, you are ok?”

While enjoying the soothing treatment, I managed to said,” Yes Vicky, he has never felt better.”

Vicky then gave me a naughty look and released my raging cock, not before giving it another squeeze.

She then proceeded to unbutton my shirt. She could have easily removed my shirt standing behind me, but for some reason, she proceeded to try to remove it standing in front of me. And while trying to pull my shirt off, she had to stand very close to me and in the process, pushed her boobs into my body. I felt a pair of soft boobs rubbing against my bare chest and my cock grew so hard it was beyond comfort. Sensing Vicky’s naughty nature, when my hands were freed from my shirt, I reached around her and started to hold on to her back, feeling her soft and cool skin. I held on to her lower back and pushed my crotch into her, letting her feel her effect on me. She looked up at me and gave me a smirk, not showing any resistance at all. Still needing to put on my shirt, she pushed herself away, ever so slightly and grab the cotton shirt from the stool. After she helped me put on the cotton shirt, she more then deliberately rubbed my chest a few times and said,” Nice Chest.”

At this point of time, I have already forgotten why I was in the room in the first place.

Vicky then held my arm and led me to sit on the reclining chair again. She was standing so close to me that I felt her right breast crushing against my arm.

She then proceeded to recline the chair back until I was almost lying down. I felt her feet stepping on a lever and the chair was raised to a level, probably most comfortable for her to work.

Not until I lied down did I notice that the ceiling was fitted with mirrors and from my position, I had a vintage view at Vicky’s cleavage from the reflection. I was already feeling that I have made the right choice to have this facial treatment today.

Vicky probably took all of 2 mins to get the chair in the right position, but for me, the moment was frozen in time as I took in the sight of her boobs bouncing in her tiny bikini top while she was working the chair.

Vicky then lower herself to the side of my head and said, “Sir, I will do a facial package for you that is worth about $120, and since you are my first customer for today and you have purchased some products from me, I will do this at no charge.”

I gave her a silly smile and just lay back and enjoy.

Vicky first gave my shoulder a good massage, occasionally pressing her boobs to the back of my head. I was caught in between enjoying the feel of her boobs and the sight of them bouncing away in the reflection of the mirror. But inside my pants, there was only one choice; my cock was getting harder and harder.

Vicky then proceeded to give my head a thorough massage before moving down to my chest. It was really a formality to relax me but Vicky made no attempt to be discreet and her boobs were crushing into my head time and time again.

After the massage, Vicky proceeded to give my face a thorough wash with the products that I bought. At this point of time, I had to close my eyes and was left with the sensation of feeling her soft hands on my face. Vicky then went on to do a couple of beauty things on my face, including some kind of laser treatment which I never knew existed. After a while, I started to relax and my cock began to soften.

After what seems like an hour and several cream going on and off my face, Vicky did a final rinse of my face. I opened my eyes and truth to be told, my face has never felt so clean before and I was definitely beginning to like the whole idea.

Vicky then meticulously dry my face with a towel and adjusted my seat to about 45 degree where I was still comfortably half lying down. At that point, I was so relaxed I completely forgotten about the hardon I had earlier on, and the sight of Vicky in her tiny bikini gave my cock a gentle wake up call. I felt it twitch a little in my shorts which was pretty obvious in the way the fabric moved. I did not know Escort Kütahya if Vicky noticed, but I did not expect anything more from her other then the side show she was giving me.

Vicky then went to the shelf and took out another tube of cream and with her beaming sales smile, brought the tube to her face and said,” Sir, maybe I could introduce another product to you.”

I was thinking, “Here we go, get the man in the room, lock the door and sell him everything you could find on the shelf.”

I was about to dash out of the door when Vicky said, “Sir, this is our latest product, a male genitals wash.”

I flashed my most surprised look and said,” A male what??!!”

Vicky then half hopped to the chair, sat half of her tiny ass onto the side of the chair and said in a most sultry voice, “Sir, this is our latest hygiene product for men. A foaming cream to wash your…eh…private part.”

I gave another puzzled look and said, “Well, didn’t they call that soap??”

Vicky then moved her bikini clad body forward, placed one of her hand on my torso and said,” This is different, it is perfumed and will keep your….eh….cock …fresh and clean the whole day. It will also leave a very fresh scent throughout the day. We also have it in fruity flavors.”

I almost laughed out loud when I heard the last statement,” Fruity flavor?! Why do I want my ….eh…private to taste like fruit.”

Vicky then giggled a little, covering her mouth and then whispered in my ear,” Sir, the flavor is not for you, its for your girlfriend when she…you know….suck it.”

“Wow…I never thought of that,” I said as a matter of fact, although still a bit surprised.

“Well, I don’t know…really,” I said, still hesitant about it.

But all my resistance was broken when Vicky said, “Sir, if you buy one of this today, I will give you a demonstration on how to use it.”

She said that with the sultriest of smile with her slender finger running along the length of the tube, and I had to say yes to her offer.

Vicky then spent the next 5 minutes preparing a small basin of water, towels and stuff. I did not idle during the wait, not my eyes at least. I had a lot of fun watching her moved around in her bikini, occasionally bending down, giving me an eye feast of her ass and cleavage. My cock had awakened from his slumber and is now rock hard again. Although knowing very well that Vicky was going to rub her soft hands all over my cock in just a few minutes time, I still could not help but feel a little nervous.

Vicky finally settled down and sat herself on a stool right in front of my crotch. She then placed her hands on my thighs and asked me softly,” Sir, as I mentioned , we have a few fruity flavor to choose from , what would you like.”

Feeling a little naughty, I shot back the question to Vicky and asked,” That depends on what was your favourite.”

Vicky giggled a little, then took a tube off the stool beside her and said, ” I prefer banana flavor.”

I looked at her and said, “Well, its seems to be an appropriate flavor, so banana it is.”

Vicky, realizing what I was referring to, covered her mouth and started laughing.

“Here we go Sir,” Vicky said, almost cheekily, and hooked her fingers into the waist band of my shorts and pulled it off slowly. This time she was more careful and pulled the waistband over my cock before pulling my shorts off, all this while giving me a knowing smile.

I felt the sudden rush of cool air to my cock and it twitched right in front of Vicky’s face.

Vicky gave a smile and said, “Hi there yourself.”

For a moment, I felt a bit embarrassed almost apologized to Vicky, “Emmmm, so sorry about this, I did not mean to be rude.”

Vicky then pointed both her index fingers to each of her boobs and said, “Sir, with this, I would be offended if you are not hard by now.”

I gave a silly throaty laugh and sucked in a mouthful of air when Vicky brushed her hands along the whole length of my raging cock,” Hoooooo………emmmmm.”

“Well, looks at you are well prepped for a good wash,” Vicky said.

Vicky then placed each of my feet on a foot rest, which was lifted to such a height that my knee was raised, almost like a doctor’s chair.

She then wet her hands with the water in the basin and squeezed about an inch of the cream into her hands and worked up a lather.

I was now anticipating the touch of Vicky’s soft hand when she held my cock lightly in her hands, I almost burst a load.

Vicky started rubbing her well soaped hands all over my cock, making sure that the whole length was covered with lather. She then went on to rub my balls and very soon, they were too covered with lather. I looked down and could see that my cock has grown another inch, raging red and purple in the head.

I held my breathe and let out a more then audible sigh when Vicky started rubbing my shaft up and down along the whole length, “Huhhhh, hooooooo……..so nice.”

Vicky did not at any time held my cock tightly and was just rubbing it along like how I washed myself in the bathroom. She then pulled my foreskin back and squeezed some lather onto it and started rubbing it lightly. My cockhead was a bit sensitive and I jerked a little upon her touch.

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Emma was a close friend whom I fancied like mad. Sadly she remained just my BFF. Probably mainly because she was a lesbian! We would talk about relationships, even what we did in them without embarrassment and whenever one of us had a problem the other was always there for them. In many ways I loved her more than anyone I ever had sex with.

That is not to say that I didn’t love my lovers. I did and we had some great times. Just that Emma was the one great unrequited love of my life. She even set me up with her friend Claire once. I knew a bit about Claire and had even seen her once though we had never been introduced. We did however often see each other’s pictures on Facebook when we posted on the same items on Emma’s page.

Of course, Emma being Emma didn’t just arrange for us to be the only too unattached people at a dinner party or set us up on a blind date together – that was just not her style. Especially not after she won the lottery, the size of the win being something I only discovered a couple of years after the event in question.

I am a keen cyclist and have toured various bits of Europe on my own and sometimes in a group a number of times and sometimes when part of a group I found someone who also felt the need for companionship of the opposite sex, that and a good fuck, as much as I did.

On the whole though, I ended up with better encounters when I toured on my own and let fate take it’s course.

Emma didn’t believe in fate unless she was in control of it! This despite having won over a million pounds on the national lottery!

Which is what took me to the ferry from Plymouth to Santander with a brand new bicycle that I knew must have cost over two thousand pounds. Emma was if nothing else generous with her new found wealth. I tied my bike up with some padding to ensure it didn’t get scratched or otherwise damaged. if the crossing was rough which the forecast predicted. As I did so I was surprised to see another expensive bike, also carefully tied up. I wondered if the owner appreciated it as much as I did mine or was someone with more money than sense? I also thought, I must ride it enough to get some mud on it so it would be less a target for thieves. – A tactic that has stood me in good stead as I still have the bike over ten years on.

Emma had paid for not just the bike but for the ferry and hotel rooms on a tour, the timetable of which would make me work though not quite as hard as I sometimes did if on my own.

While collecting the key to my cabin, I also took an anti-sickness tablet that they were giving out at reception just in case the wind got up above force eight which was about my stomach’s limit.

I entered the two berth cabin which was larger than most and hence must have cost Emma quite a bit more than the standard and heard the shower going. “Good idea.” I thought and started stripping off, noting that my room mate must also be a cyclist by the pannier bags on one of the two beds.

I was sitting on the other bed with the towel around my shoulders when she came out.

She!!! I had assumed that the Brittany Ferries people had just paired up two cyclists and that I would be sharing with another man.

I wasn’t complaining though! She had a towel around her waist, giving me a good view of her small firm breasts. Yes, I noticed her breasts before I looked closely enough at her face to put a name to it. I am a man. OK?

Anyway it was only a second later that I recognised her. “Claire! I didn’t know you were a cyclist too.”

Claire took a second or two longer to respond than I had. “And you must be Dave. Your picture on Facebook doesn’t do you justice.”

We shook hands and as we did so, the towel around Claire’s waist fell to the floor letting me see her neatly trimmed bush. My own sex needless to say was responding to this close proximity with one of the sexiest bodies I had seen in a while and this was not just because she was the first black woman I had seen naked. I would have lusted after that hard toned body whatever colour it was. The tone and Manisa Escort lustre of her skin however was the icing on the cake. I forced myself to look at her face in the hope that the evidence of my arousal might fade a little. No chance! Her lips and smile should be classified, “Eighteen” to avoid corrupting youngsters.

Our gaze locked as I said, “I think when we get back, I am going to paddle Emma’s backside.”

Claire laughed, “I might just hold her down while you do it! Now go and get your shower before we go to the restaurant.”

I did so and turning it to cold for longer than was comfortable at the end helped reduce my hard on though not completely.

When I came out Claire noticed and commented, “I was wrong, I thought you were going to be a pervert and masturbate, thinking about me while you were in there.”

As I dressed, I admitted that the thought had occurred to me.

We talked so much over lunch that I don’t remember what we ate, just that we had a lot more in common than our love of cycling and that Claire had a great sense of humour. She was also extremely intelligent to the point where I would struggle to keep up on occasion. I quickly realised that if she tried to get me to fix a puncture because she didn’t know how to do it herself she would by lying through her back teeth.

A combination of gymnastics, circus skills and having been on enough boats in rough weather to not mind unless it was really bad meant I was quite happy either sitting with Claire or walking around despite the fact that the floor didn’t seem able to make up it’s mind which way horizontal was. Claire was one of the few other people around apart from the crew who was fine and when it came to dinner, there were only a handful of other diners around. We touched often over dinner and I began to have hopes that my desire to consummate our relationship might be fulfilled before the end of our cycling holiday.

Am I the only one who agonises over when to make a move, worrying that if too early I will get the brush off, too late I will miss the boat?

After we had eaten again, Claire wanted to take to the dance floor. Now I am better than competent but the idea of showing myself up on a severely rolling deck did not appeal. However if this was going to increase my chances of getting to touch what I had viewed earlier I was willing to take that chance!

Claire was more than competent. I learned later that she had danced competitively and done quite well. She made me look far better than I was and at some point I became aware that we were the only ones dancing and that everyone else was just watching us as we made the rolling of the ship part of our dancing.

Eventually after gaining some applause from the small number of fellow passengers who hadn’t succumbed to the weather and decided to hide in their cabins till landfall we made our way back to our own cabin. One at a time we made our way to the bathroom to clean our teeth and perform our ablutions before getting ready for bed. About this time, the storm grew in intensity. I later learned that if they had expected it to get this bad the sailing would have been cancelled.

Something was crashing about on the car decks and with the lack of clarity that being in lust brings on I wondered if my new bike would be safe.

Just as when we first met, Claire didn’t seem bothered by my gaze as she undressed and then put on a long t-shirt in preparation for going to bed. Once I would have taken this as an invitation but about five years earlier, a naked girl I was sharing a tent with slapped me in the face when I suggested a fuck, pointing out that being a naturist and comfortable with her body doesn’t make a girl a slut. We managed to get over that start and become friends but I never did get to fuck her!

We did kiss however and I thanked Claire for a wonderful day and evening.

At some point I slept but only after an interminable amount of thinking about what it would be like to have Claire’s naked body pressed against mine, my cock sliding Manisa Escort Bayan in and out of her beautiful body.

I awoke with a bang, I had just been tipped out of bed by the rolling of the ship.

When I looked up, Claire was looking at me, fear and amusement fighting for domination on her face. “Is that what your parents had to do? Tip you out of bed in the morning to get you to wake up?”

I tried to come up with a smart answer but I am not at my best when woken by being tipped out of bed and failed. What I did realise after only a few seconds was that something sounded different. Only one of the engines was running. Huge engines, each the size of some of the trucks on the ship produced a constant throb that could be heard or felt anywhere on board. The journey was going to be a lot longer than the twenty four hours it had taken last time I made it.

I said as much to Claire and, (I told you she was smart) she replied, “I worked that out half an hour or more ago and have been calling you ever since! Come here and hold me, I am really scared.”

I was impressed. If I was that scared I wouldn’t be making jokes or even able to think clearly enough to make them. Maybe I wasn’t sensible enough to be scared?

We tried for a short while but those bunks are so small one of us was going to be hanging their ass off the edge of the bed the whole time so we pulled the mattresses off the beds and put them together on the floor.

Claire clung to me and I could feel myself growing hard where I was pressing against her body, the t-shirt having ridden up above her hips. I could also feel her nipples pressing against my chest through the thin material.

While I was enjoying the sensations of feeling her body against mine, I wasn’t really thinking about sex until I felt her hand take hold of my rod. “Doesn’t this thing ever go down?”

I was awake this time. “Slander! You must have seen it when I was tipped out of bed.”

“Well that must be the only time it has been down since we met!”

“Look, if any time you see me with someone as beautiful as you with their body curled around mine and it isn’t reacting will you call an ambulance because I will be pretty close to death. Besides” I said, squeezing an erect nipple through the cotton, “That isn’t the only thing that has an increased blood flow through it at the moment.”

“Well, what do you expect with that thing pressing against my clitoris and rubbing every time I move?”

I hadn’t realised exactly where I was pressed up against in my tired state and had assumed that I was just pressing against her legs or belly. The knowledge of where my cock was pressing increased the blood flow still further. I was also aware of pre-cum leaking from the eye of the trouser snake.

Almost clocking me in the face with an arm, Claire removed the t-shirt as she said, “Let’s see if this helps it go down.”

She moved her hips a little to give herself a little more space and taking me in hand started rubbing my head up and down her slit, the fluid I was producing making it slide easily against her opening.

Our mouths locked and my own hands reached up for her breasts and nipples. I don’t think I had ever been so hard in my life before. After a while, Claire rolled me onto my back and lined my cock up against her cunt and I suspect she intended to ease herself onto me but a change in the motion of the vessel meant that I was engulfed in one quick motion. I felt fluid pouring on to my thighs. I wasn’t sure but later I saw the blood. Claire had been a virgin!

“Fuck!”

“That is the right word I think.”

“Smart ass, fuck that hurt. Give me a minute to get used to you.”

“Or an hour or five.” I thought.

The pitch and yaw was violent enough to provide enough movement and stimulation for both of us for a while and it must have been ten minutes before Claire started to actively move her hips in a slow rhythm that matched that of the sea, her body being forced up against mine.

I became aware of Escort Manisa my impending orgasm and reached between our bodies to play with her clitoris. I was soon rewarded with a gasp, “Yes, keep doing that!”

I was getting closer. “Where do yo want me to cum?”

“As deep inside me as you can!” She answered as her torso crashed down on me again. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down so hard it hurt a little and then my own orgasm joined hers and we both cried out, signalling our release.

Eventually, her cunt stopped it’s pulsing having milked the last drop of my seed. Claire continued to lay down on top of me and I remained inside her glorious sex. We slept like that for I don’t know how long but, the worst of the storm had blown itself out by then leaving a heavy swell. I was desperate for a piss and so apparently was Claire. “I need to pee. Do you think we could both fit in the shower at once?”

“Not easily.” I thought but I was willing to give it a go. “We won’t know until we try.” I laughed. At about this point Claire reluctantly disengaged her body from my own and I looked down for the first time. I was covered in a mixture of dried blood and sex juices from my chest down to my knees. How the fuck did it manage to spread itself that far?

A minute or two later we were both squeezed tightly against each other in the small cubicle and we let our bladders void together. Then in a scene which could have come from an x-rated Ealing comedy, we washed each other, the one doing the washing always with their back pressed hard against the side of the cubicle.

When finally we were clean, we left the shower to dry each other. Claire laughed when she saw the mess we had made on the sheets, “Well they will certainly know what we were doing!” She gave an affectionate squeeze to my cock and said, “If I wasn’t still a little sore, I would suggest you put this monster inside me again, but maybe we should eat first and find out what is happening.”

It turned out we had slept through the announcement telling us about the estimated 3½ days for the journey. There were no tugs to help us because of other shipping in bigger trouble. There was no danger of them running short of food for us as so many people were seasick and unable to eat. We were the only ones in the dining area as we consumed a late breakfast. The waitress who spoke with a strong Basque accent commented in a slightly flirty way how fresh we looked and how we must have been the only ones on board who got a good night’s sleep. I replied that it must be clean healthy living. Claire giggled and squeezed my cock under the table.

The waitress was more on the ball than I would have expected given how much work the crew must have done to make the place presentable after the storm. She said something in Basque that I didn’t catch and to my astonishment Claire answered her in the same language. She clearly hadn’t expected to be understood as she blushed deeply or maybe it is whatever Claire said in reply that she would never tell me afterwards. Though when we returned to the room it was the same as when we first saw it, no evidence of our activities.

I can get by in either Castillian Spanish or Catalan but Claire was the first non native fluent Basque speaker I had ever met.

Had it not been for all the sex, I would have put on a lot of weight by the time we arrived at Santander and my tongue muscles were a lot stronger too after all, why should Claire go without an orgasm just because she was a bit sore.

Pushing our bikes up the ramp was interesting after three days of walking on a rolling deck, cycling was much easier! I knew where to find the hotel we had been booked into with a luxury suite. I couldn’t afford even broom cupboard there if I was paying for myself!

As well as the champagne on ice, there were two envelopes on the bed, one with each of our names, in Emma’s handwriting. Claire refused to tell me what was on the note in hers so I kept mine secret as well. Mine read, “I hope you enjoyed the crossing, be gentle with Claire as she is still a virgin.

Emma xxx.”

Whatever was in Claire’s letter was equally amusing as we both broke into fits of laughter at the same time.

Let me know if you would like me to write about what happened when Emma got her back side paddled for setting us up in this devious manner.

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Damn it is hot today! I think I will go to the lake today and swim! So I put my skimpy thong bikini bathing suit on which does not really hold my huge tits cause of their size of 38DDD. I had shaved my pussy last night so it was smooth and it would look better with thongs on any way. I put everything in a bag I needed to have with me for a hot summery day and grabbed my keys and stuck my purse in the trunk of the car and the bag in the front seat with me.

As I was driving down the road, I noticed this handsome guy looking at me periodically in the next lane since it was a double lane on the interstate. He was in a pickup and I had my top down in my convertible and he could see me with my skimpy bikini on me. So I decided to give him a little show as I was driving down the interstate.

I took my left hand and grabbed my right tit and pulled it out of the bikini top and then put my left hand on the wheel and took my right hand and grabbed my left tit and pulled it out of my bikini top and looked over at the guy and he had the biggest grin on his face. So I put my cruise control on and lifted my leg over to the side and pulled my thong away from my pussy and started fingering myself. The guy kind of swerved to the right side of the road and he had to correct his driving. I started laughing to myself that I got him so excited that he forgot he was driving. The lake was up ahead and I did not cover myself up cause I was going to my secluded spot I always go to.

When I sped up ahead of the guy and put my turn signal on at a dirt road that will take me to my secluded spot. I looked in the rearview mirror to see if he went on ahead. He actually followed me and I just grinned. I finally got to my usual spot and pulled over to the only picnic table there and got out. The guy was just pulling up behind me so I walked over to his pickup and said, “Hi, my name is Susan. Did you enjoy my show back there? What is your name?”

He said, “I am Zeke and yes I did and that is why I followed you here.”

“I was hoping you would and you are very handsome and from the looks of you that you work out too!”

He said, “Yes I do and thank you.”

He got out of his pickup and followed me to the picnic table and when I sat on the table then I motioned him to sit in front of me. He sat down in front of me and I untied my thongs and bikini top and put them in my bag. He was grinning Marmaris Escort ear to ear when I did this.

He said, “Susan, you are very pretty and sexy too. But what I am seeing right now is the most beautiful set of tits I have ever set my eyes on and that pussy of yours looks edible. Do you mind if I have a taste?”

“Oh yes! Please do and thank you for the compliment and why don’t you get comfortable and take your clothes off. I am sure your pants are a bit uncomfortable right now.”

He said, “Yes they are!” He took his shirt off and before he could unbuckle his belt I had to run my hands over his chest. He sighed and closed his eyes as I rubbed his chest and leaned over and took his nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it and then the other nipple. He was moaning and since he was so into what I had done he forgot to undo his pants even though his belt was unbuckled now. I reached out and unbuttoned his pants and then unzipped them and started pulling them down.

He came out of his trance and started helping me. What I seen pop out of his pants was impressive and as he let his pants fall to the ground I took his cock into my mouth and started licking the precum that was coming out of the slit. Damn it tasted so delicious and I wanted more of it!

He leaned own and took his shoes off and then he took his pants off too. He then took his socks off. He did not have any briefs on at all which made me wetter knowing that. After he was completely undressed and his clothes were on top of the picnic table with his shoes to keep the bugs out of them, he leaned into me and kissed me with such passion that I became aroused so fast that I could feel my pussy soak the picnic table under me.

He must have smelt my desire cause he reached for my pussy and stuck his middle finger in me and I gasped with delight. I wanted him to finger fuck me but he had other ideas and pulled his finger out and stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. He seen me watching him so he took his finger again and inserted it into my pussy which was dripping with desire and he then inserted one more finger and started finger fucking me till he could hear the slurping sound of my soaked pussy. He then took his fingers out and brought them to my face and I opened my mouth and he stuck his 2 fingers in my mouth and I sucked and licked them clean.

He Marmaris Escort Bayan said, “So you like the taste of your own pussy?”

“Oh fuck yes I do!”

He said, “That is so hot! Cause then after I taste your pussy and make you cum then I will kiss you.”

I grinned at him with lust on my face and he laid me down on the table. He spread my legs as far as they would go and he smelt my pussy as he licked my thighs and the area where my thighs and pussy was connected. I groaned and my pussy leaked out a little more and when he saw this then he licked up from my ass to my clit and I went crazy cause I was so aroused that I orgasmed with his first lick.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK TTTTTTHHHAAAATTTT FFFEEELLLLSSS SSSOOOO GGGOOOODDDD! IIIII AAAAAMMMM CCCUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG! I was screaming at the top of my lungs cause I came so hard.

He just kept licking my pussy and getting every drop of liquid and cream from me that he could. Then he took my clit in his mouth and started sucking on it lightly and every once in awhile he would lightly nibble on it and I would moan.

OOOOOHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK THAT FEELLSS SSOO GGOOODDD! DDOONN’TTT SSTTOOPP! I was thrashing around on the table so much that he had to put his hands under my ass and around my legs to hold me still. All of a sudden I felt his finger go into my pussy as he started sucking my clit even harder and he must have found my g-spot cause I started humping his mouth and holding his head there to keep him from moving away from me. I was humping one minute and the next one I let go with a scream that if I had not clamped my hand over my mouth then people would have been investigating what was going on where we were at and come over. I finally came down off my orgasm a minute later and looked down at his face and it was cover in my juices. I must have squirted all over his face cause his hair was wet too.

He said, “Wow that was awesome babe! I have never been with a woman that could squirt. I have seen it happen in porn but this is a first for me and I thank you for that.” He then stood up and leaned over me and kissed me and when he started tongue fucking my mouth, then I took my hand and put it between us and started stroking his cock as we both tasted my pussy juices together.

He then stood up again and when he did I raised up and turned my body to the Escort Marmaris side of him and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking the head and making my mouth feel like my pussy was squeezing his cock. I then pulled off his cock and started licking all around the head and tasted his pre-cum again and I moaned around his cock and it swelled even more. I then licked under the head where the slit comes down all the way to the underside of the head and he moaned.

He gasped when I went all the way down and deep throated him and held down for about 5 seconds. Then came back up and started sucking on his cock again but he pulled me off his cock and laid me down on the table again. He grabbed his engorged cock of his and rubbed my clit up and down and I started moaning. He grinned at me when I did that and started rubbing my nub again real fast against my hood and hitting it with his cock. It made me so hot and horny that I screamed, “Give it to me now cause I am starting to cum!”

He plunged his cock balls deep into my pussy that it made me come unglued and I started cumming multiple times simultaneously that it felt like one long cum that lasted about 10 minutes. I screamed but he leaned over and kissed me to smother the scream. I don’t know how he lasted through me cumming like that but he did and when I finally calmed down enough to enjoy him fucking me then he picked up the speed. He was fucking me faster and faster and he was so deep in my pussy that it almost felt like his balls were going inside me but I could feel them slapping my ass.

He started fucking me harder and harder until he could not stand it any longer and he pulled out and stuck his cock in my mouth and he exploded down my throat. He must have had a gallon of cum cause he shot about 7 times in a row before he started dribbling cum out and I was swallowing the cum as fast as it went in my mouth.

He looked down at me and said, “Damn woman you are hot and sexy! I want you again and can I have your number to call you again?”

I grinned at him and said, “Sure hang on and I will write it down for you.” I went to my car and opened my glove compartment and found a pen and paper and wrote my number down and handed it to him.

He said, “Thanks Susan and I will call you soon but right now I had better get to my friends down on the other side of the lake before they start wondering about me. I enjoyed myself immensely. You are the kind of woman I always look for and I can not believe my luck when I saw you do what you did on the interstate and I thank you for that. Good bye for now and I do promise I will call you soon.” He got dressed and went to his pickup and got in and drove off.

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More or less follows on from Audition, Studio Sex, and First Shoot although the intention is that it shouldn’t be necessary to read those before this one (I don’t know how successfully I carried that off). We switch from Myles’ perspective to Colleen’s and go through parts of the same stories again, so I’ve tried to avoid duplicating the dialogue where the stories overlap, but the narrative may read a little “summary” as a result – please let me know what you think.

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The studio was busy as usual but Colleen didn’t recognise anyone she knew well enough to stop and talk to, so she went straight to John’s office when she got there. His assistant, Ruby, greeted her with her usual efficient (lack of) warmth as she came in, and waved towards the back office door. Colleen had been through this before so she was familiar enough with the routine, and although she found it a little clinical she had to admit it fitted in with the rest of the industry — straightforward, to the point, get the job done, keep the frills and stress to a minimum. Besides, she had control of her own warmth factor and hardly ever needed anything external to influence her mood — a quality she had discovered was quite rare in humans and almost unheard of in women. She never understood how people could let bad weather depress them, or get nauseous over blood and guts – she was fascinated by everything, and only influenced by anything she looked at, *if* she decided to let it affect her. It was a gift, she knew, and she valued it.

Inside the second office — really more a waiting room – she quickly stripped and made herself comfortable on a couch, her neatly folded clothes piled next to her. Although she knew she would soon be getting jiggy with a sexy stranger, she had no need to touch herself. Being naked around other people was quite enough for her. Picking up a tablet computer from a corner table, she swiped its screen awake and started the word processor, then opened a new document on John’s server. She looked at the clock, saw she should still have plenty of time before the appointment, so she picked up a magazine and flipped it open. Cosmo, what else, she thought with an internal smile, and flipped to the page advertised on the front cover for this month’s sex article, “How to achieve multiple orgasm”, ha ha I wonder if I can get any tips here she thought sarcastically, but skimmed it anyway. Nope – nope – nope, nothing new and they left out a whole lot of stuff besides. Oh well, might as well take the “How good a shag are you” quiz… no, wait! – the big-screen TV came alive at that moment and she was looking at the latest hopeful, sitting opposite John’s desk in the office alongside. She tossed the magazine aside and started paying attention.

Hmm, not bad, she thought — maybe not Ashton Kutcher, but definitely not bad. She was suspicious of the really pretty boys, anyway, had worked with a couple of them and found them arrogant and self-centred, selfish lovers who thought it was all about them. Most had learned a hard lesson or two at her hands, and most often it turned them whiney and peevish, which was hardly an improvement.

No, this boy was well-built without being one of those workout gorillas, handsome without being this year’s answer to Brad Pitt, and had a nice, if nervous, smile. She especially liked his non-aggressive body language that spoke volumes about his self-image — confident, without being pushy or conceited. He knows he’s attractive without it being the beginning and end of his personality, she thought. A little stirring started in her belly and that made her eyebrows go up – interesting, that doesn’t happen, she thought. Might have to watch myself here.

This next part was always amusing – John had just asked the new boy to take his clothes off, he always did that within the first two minutes and it always took them by surprise. He was standing by the agent’s desk, nervously fumbling with his belt buckle and with that slightly hunted look in his eyes, now looking for somewhere to put his shirt, now fumbling with his shoelaces. All the time she studied his face, saw the internal conflict and watched critically to see how he dealt with it. And was very happy to see he handled it remarkably well. She had sat here watching probably 20 other guys go through the exact same process with varying degrees of success (oh my word, some of them couldn’t keep their shit together at all) and so far this one seemed to be coping. Definitely the best of those she had seen, anyway, and by a good margin.

Then the pants came down and she gave a little gasp. Not because of his size, she was used to seeing all the big guys this industry could throw at her, but because he had undoubtedly the best-looking package she had ever seen, and in fact it wasn’t *that* big anyway. Just enough… Beautifully proportioned, unblemished skin, relatively tight scrotum, slightly darker skin tone without being too much darker than the rest of him… well groomed and no ugly circumcision scars or ridiculous Kütahya Escort right-angle bends or ugly bumps, this was the first cock she had seen that she actually *liked* the look of while she was not aroused. That’s one thing 99% of the world’s males don’t understand, she thought, not for the first time. Guys love looking at pussy, so they assume girls like looking at dick, and nothing could be further from the truth. Not until we are good and ready, boys, she wanted to tell them all, but of course no-one was listening. And if she was honest she would have to admit that, actually, he *was* quite nicely hung, too, but again not so large as to make her not look forward to what was going to happen later. Sometimes those cucumbers just had her inwardly groaning at the discomfort they brought.

Meanwhile John had finished scoping the candidate out. This part of the audition process for total newcomers was more about familiarising them with nudity in front of other guys, than about actually checking out their equipment which he of course had them send photos of in advance. The new guy was moving across to the bed in John’s mini studio. Colleen reached for her TV remote and flipped channels to pick up the camera over the bed. It was a wonder no-one ever picked up the presence of those cameras, she marvelled, but it was understandable with the overwhelming amount of new stuff that was going on. Still, it made her feel a little guilty at the pleasure she got from watching them variously make fools or heroes of themselves – of course they knew and consented to being videoed at all times, but she seriously doubted that any of them realised they might be watched in real time in the audition which was after all designed to set them at ease and make them feel like no-one was really watching. Apart, that is, from the pot-bellied middle-aged agent in the room with them.

New Guy settled back on the bed and seemed to be relaxing a bit, even to pulling a pillow across and folding it to prop his head up so he could look down at himself. Colleen knew that the TV screens around the bed would be lighting up now, and probably showing some scene in which she had starred. John liked to do that to the noobies, just another test of their ability to take shock to the system when they later saw her walk off the screen, as it were, and into the bedroom. She could almost to the second tell when she (or some naked female, anyway) appeared on screen because that was when the cock she was looking at started to twitch and grow. Within seconds he was hard, with hardly any touching, the shape again pleasing her: a strong, throbbing member that stood away from his belly, a solid-looking purple glans that was noticeably but not hugely thicker than the shaft, and the shaft itself a decent girth, only slightly tapered, no left-right deviation, and a gentle backwards curve, with one or two wiggly veins but otherwise unmarked. His pubic patch was trimmed to a couple days’ growth and the balls and everything else shaved clean. That’s nice, she thought, please let him have a bit of a brain…

At this point she normally zoned out a little, because after all once you have seen one or two guys jack themselves off on a bed you have pretty much seen them all. And she had had her fill of that as a kid, peeking at her big brother through the gap between door and frame when he thought he was all alone in the house. That had swiftly lost its appeal, so she had been a little startled to discover when she had started working these gigs for John that she had the ability to get horny watching men masturbate.

Of course that had only lasted one or two sessions and she was back to being able to get completely detached about the events taking place next door. Colleen typed some notes about the subject under various headings — genital appearance & size, body appearance, attractiveness, masturbation technique, speed and level of arousal, overall impression — while looking up from time to time to see his progress with his current task. He appeared to be achieving his goal quite effectively, if not a little too enthusiastically she thought: he’s only using two fingers on his cock, avoiding touching the head to prolong the whole experience. She knew John would have briefed him on just getting to the point, not trying for endurance or any other crowd-pleasing effects, so he was no doubt just going with whatever made himself most comfortable, but she couldn’t help thinking that the longer he drew this out the harder — er, no, more *difficult* – he was going to make it for himself in the second and third rounds. Well, no matter, one way or the other this is a test and if he passes it despite giving himself a bit of handicap, then so much the better for them all. If not, then so long and you gave it your best shot, Bud. Another pun.

In a short while she could sense a sea change. Recruit’s hand was moving just a little faster, he had collected his own pre-cum lube and spread it all around the helmet head and was giving it Kütahya Escort Bayan a good polishing. There was a fine film of sweat on his face and she knew the climax was — oh there it was. And not a disappointment either… someone a little less experienced might have taken the first watery dribbles for a weak ejaculation but Colleen recognised that this guy was just getting started with a whole load of pre-cum leakage, and she sat slightly forward on the couch to make sure she didn’t miss any of what was going to happen.

From the second spasm there were thick, gooey ropes of semen flying all over his belly and chest. He shot and shot and shot and she lost count of the number of spurts — spraying across himself, even getting a couple of drops on his own chin which she saw made him smile. His body was arched off the bed and his left hand had taken a bunch of sheet, making quite a mess of the bed. She always had the TV volume right down low because she had no interest in what the candidates had to say and of course knew very well what John always said, but nevertheless she heard this one’s very vocal groaning and grunting during his orgasm. Nicely sincere, but might have to get him to try dial that back a bit, sometimes, maybe? Director’s call, none of my business, I suppose.

Hmm. Definitely one of the best though, she thought as she sat back and made more notes under the existing headings and couple of new ones, “ejaculation” and “climax”. Under “general” she added “looking forward to working with him” which she had never written before.

By the time she finished, the noob had cleaned himself up a bit and John had given him his little pep-talk and sent him off to the bathroom for a shower, so quickly she read through her notes from the top, made a couple of corrections, deleted the last comment and saved the file so John could access it before going on to stage two. Putting the pad down, Colleen allowed herself to start thinking about what was next, and suddenly she realised — oh, yes, running one finger along her slit, she was wet wet wet. She stood up and turned to look at the couch — oh, dear, a tell-tale wet line. Oops, sorry John, but it’ll dry before anyone else comes into this room and no-one is likely to notice it for a while, if ever. I hope.

She dashed into the bathroom, had a quick pee and rinsed her pussy in the bidet then dried off on one of John’s fluffy while towels. Might as well take advantage of the perks, and it wouldn’t do to announce her status quite so openly on one of these jobs. Definitely wouldn’t do her reputation any good… she laughed at herself. What reputation, Colleen?

She glanced at the TV, saw that the subject had returned from his shower and was sitting on the edge of the bed. John was tapping at his computer, which meant he was probably cueing up the recording of the first part of his test and would be going through the scene with him. She flipped off the screen and stepped out of the room, past Ruby who barely lifted her eyes to acknowledge a hot, buck naked woman walking through her office, and slipped into John’s office in time to hear the recorded recruit roaring his orgasm and watch the cumshot all over again. John said, “You signalled your climax well in advance, didn’t you?” She winked at John who looked up briefly at her, and back at the bed.

She could see that the guy — Myles Brooks, she now saw from the clapperboard that John had left on his desk — was a little uncomfortable discussing his own performance but had nevertheless come a long way in just half an hour, because he was definitely not as stiff as he had been at the beginning of the interview. And he was starting to get — er, stiff again, just from watching himself masturbate. That’s a good sign, she decided. Both good signs, actually, the softening body language and hardening penis language. Very good signs.

Myles mumbled some response to John and she just stood there, out of sight but observing, while the two of them chatted. Then John concluded with, “OK, Myles, that was a pretty hot screen test. Now, next phase. Colleen here will be helping you with that – “

She almost burst out laughing when Myles’ head whipped round, so fast she was reminded of whiplash jokes. But she kept her expression neutral, and then had to fight for composure all over again when she started seeing the shocked expressions crossing his face. First shock was seeing her total nakedness, second and more powerful shock was recognising her. His eyes involuntarily flicked back to the TV opposite the bed, but of course there was no longer any footage of her on it — just a freeze-frame of the end of his own screen test. But he confirmed in his mind that Colleen was indeed the girl he had just jacked off to, and the third but, she was happy to see, smallest shock he registered was that he was naked and erect in full sight of her. His hand, which had been idly touching himself, had frozen half-covering his engorged member, but in a matter of seconds he Escort Kütahya recovered his composure and dropped the hand. The erection that had started ever so slightly to droop, now recovered fully and started twitching and straining upwards. She could even see the beginnings of a small drop of pre-cum oozing already.

Sometimes she talked to the noobs, if they looked as if they had promise but just needed a bit of calming or reassurance. But this one was quite self-assured so she just smiled and walked over to the bed, climbed up and tasted his juices with a fingertip. Yummy.

If there was one thing she had learned in this business it was boldness, especially with inexperienced wannabes, so she made a point of taking charge with them. To keep the guys from getting too cocky, she liked to give them a taste of their own medicine — or their own fluids, in this case — so, making sure she still had a good droplet of pre-cum on her lips, she engaged him in a passionate kiss, making sure she got it into his mouth.

Another test passed. Myles even seemed to enjoy the taste and was hugging her to him, their naked bodies holding his slippery schlong between them. She could feel him starting to try take control and get her underneath him, so quickly she made it clear that she was in charge by thrusting her twat in his face.

It was clear this suited him *just fine*. Within seconds he had her ramping up to a climax, his tongue teasing her clit while one finger entered her — very wet — vag. Oh God I’m losing control, she thought, WTF!, and collapsed on his chest, no longer able to hold herself up in the “limbo” position any more. Myles lost no time flipping her onto her back to complete the job he had started. He was now on hands and knees and had his face glued between her legs, his tongue penetrating her deeply while his nose nuzzled her clitty. Five seconds later she was climaxing from his breathing on the button, and gripped his head and pulled him tight into her. Ohhhh, this was soooooo good… it felt like she hadn’t come for weeks, which was of course ridiculous, she came at least twice every day. This was absurd, a little part of her was saying, but she managed to ignore it and enjoy her orgasm.

But she was nearly suffocating Myles, so the next time he tried to extricate himself she let him, and when he raised his face to grin at her she pulled him up to her and kissed him instead. Ohhh — her own smell and taste all over his face, it just made her wetter still. She pulled his nose into her neck and murmured in his ear to get it into her, she was now ready to explode with desire.

He positioned himself and was in her in one fluid movement. Oh, this one was good… she couldn’t help it, she was still making mental notes, but this time she was a lot further from the notepad than usual. This guy was much more distracting than any of the others she had fucked for John, she thought, and then she stopped thinking. Myles was pounding into her, staring into her eyes from a mere foot away, which she found incredibly stimulating, and his cock was fast pushing her to the edge of another climax — and then he withdrew quickly and it was gone. Noooo… but he quickly started eating her out again, while burying two fingers in her wet, wet snatch. Ahh, jeez — this guy knew what he was doing. The tongue on her clitty was driving her wild… wilder… dimly she was aware someone was talking, but ignored it, she was working on a climax of note here and wasn’t going to be distracted.

And then he was gone again. This time, coming back a little from the edge, she realised there was a little repositioning going on and took a deep breath. Whoa, girl, she told herself, getting a little unprofessional there? Hell, who cares – not John and certainly not Myles, as long as they get their screen test footage… he turned her onto her front and started stroking her butt and back. Oh, she had been there before — the body worshippers — she knew she had a good build and worked hard to keep it that way, but sometimes it was slightly annoying to be pawed like this.

Only sometimes. Not this time, not by this guy. He parted her legs and she could feel her pussy exposed to the air again. One or two finger strokes, lubricated by the juices she was producing copiously, and she expected him to hoick her up into the doggy position so she was quite surprised when he mounted her just like that, flat on her tummy. His cock was quite long enough to enter her, in fact get a good couple of inches into her, and the sensation was, well, different. She had never been taken in that position before. By grinding her hips back and forth she was able to alternately squash her clitty on the mattress and push her vagina onto the cock behind her, and quickly she found herself getting back to the climax she had thought was inevitable several minutes ago.

Then suddenly she came. It was almost a surprise to reach orgasm quite so suddenly, and it was certainly a surprise just how intensely she climaxed. She turned her face into the bed to stifle her cries and tried to pull Myles deeper into herself, to raise her ass so he could penetrate deeper and plug her to the depths of her soul, but she didn’t have the strength to fight his weight which was keeping her pressed flat to the mattress.

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Every Hour, On The Hour

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You walk into the bedroom, not surprised to see me asleep on the bed. Stepping closer, you notice that I have put on a satiny, see through blue camisole and matching panties. You also notice the sly, naughty smile playing across my full crimson lips. You watch me for a moment, thinking to yourself that even in sleep I look wanton, sexy.

You start to undress, keeping your eyes on my lush, full body as you strip you clothes off. The mattress depresses as you crawl in beside me, gently pulling me against your hard frame. I awake slowly, feeling your soft but firm lips on my throat, raining kisses on my soft flesh. A small moan escapes my lips, what a wonderful way to wake up.

I stretch like a feline, drawing your eyes to my high, firm breasts. You notice my nipples, dusky pink and hard, straining against the gauzy fabric of my camisole. Shivers run down my spine, my toes pointed straight out, my arms above my head, my back arched.

Leaning into you, I tenderly kiss your chest, my lips leaving a trail of dew on your bronze skin. I decide to play a game I know you like, we call it kiss, lick, blow. I place small kisses on your chest, naughtily lick the same spot, and finally pursing my lips and blowing on the wet. I rain our special kisses all over you chest, avoiding your small male nipples for a moment, teasing you. I know you love when I play with your nipples, how hard they get when my tongue snakes out to flick them softly.

Your hands are in my hair as I play our game, you know how turned on I get feeling your fingers in my silky brunette locks. Your finger traces the shell of my ear, caressing down to my neck. I’ve decided to stop teasing you, but, rather than give you the kiss first, I lick your hard nipple slowly, raising my lips off you quickly to blow on your wet nubbin. You groan in pleasure as I move to tease the other, a cat like smile on my face, my grey eyes shining.

I lick and blow on your other nipple, pulling another growl from your throat. I smile again against your skin and begin kissing my way slowly to your neck. MMM, I think; another spot that needs attention. I press my lips into the little hollow between your neck and collar, my tongue darts out, tickling you lightly. My lips are pressed firmly against that spot as I begin to nibble that same spot. Your hands are in my hair again, caressing my scalp as well as holding me against your neck.

Suddenly, I need to kiss you; I move my mouth from your neck and press my lips firmly against yours. My tongue darts out to trace your lower Kütahya Escort lip, pressing you to open for me. You open your mouth granting me access, allowing me to probe my tongue into your mouth. Your hands are roaming my body as our tongues dance around each other. I feel your fingers slide down my stomach, grazing the hem of my camisole. I moan into your mouth as I feel your hands slip under the fabric to stroke my warm, bare flesh.

You take control, flipping me to my back, keeping your mouth locked to mine. Your hands slide further up my stomach to cup my large full breasts, stroking over my dusky pink nipples. You feel them harden under your fingers as you lightly pinch and pull. I moan into your mouth, oh god that feels good. Your mouth leaves mine, dropping down, hungrily wrapping around my fabric covered nipple. I gasp when I feel your teeth lightly bite my engorged nub, tingles run through my body, centering in my now hot pussy.

My breast arch toward your mouth, wanting the attention only you can give. My fingers grasp the hem of my camisole. I lean up quickly to pull it over my head, your mouth only separating from my nipple enough for the fabric to brush by. My fingers entwine in your sandy blonde hair, holding your head to my breasts. You place your nose between my mounds, inhaling my feminine scent deeply before moving to give the other nipple attention. I feel your lips wrapping around to frame my half dollar sized areola, slowly moving inward to engulf its center. You nurse my nipple like a hungry child, sucking harder and harder, trying to coax forth the mother’s milk that is not yet there.

I’m moaning in delight, I love when you play a little rough, nipping and biting at my sensitive flesh. Shivers soar through my body at your touch, setting my blood on fire, making my pussy swell and drip. I begin rocking against you slowly, moving just enough that my thigh caresses your semi-hard cock. MMMM, my pussy twitches when I start thinking about your cock, seven inches of thick, hard, pleasure giving cock. I can feel your hardness rubbing against my thigh, my hand sneaks down to grasp you firmly. My fingers don’t fit all the way around you, MMM, god you’re so thick. I begin to lightly stroke up and down your rod as you continue to lick and suck my breasts. I want you hard and I want you hard now!

I take my hard away from your hardening cock, putting my hands on your chest and pushing you to your back. I’m in control now, I think as I give you a sexy cat smile. I scoot my body down, Kütahya Escort Bayan positioning my mouth above your pole, oops! MY slut pole as you have fondly named him. I gaze at MY slut pole, fascinated with the bumps and ridges that will disappear in a moment. My gaze moves slowly up your body till my sparkling grey eyes connect with yours.

I hold your gaze as my mouth opens wide, swallowing as much of your cock into my mouth as I can. You toss your head back, closing your eyes as you feel my wet mouth slide down your thick pole. MY slut pole comes to immediate attention; I have to draw back, then slide down slowly. My lips tighten around your thickness; my tongue caresses your underside as my head bobs slowly up and down on your length. Your moans and grunts urges me on, knowing that I please you excites me as I slowly fuck your cock with my hot mouth.

My hands move to your balls, rolling and caressing them with my fingers. I squeeze lightly as I begin sucking your cock faster. I move my mouth further down your length with every bob of my head, taking more of you into my mouth every second. Your hands are wrapped in my hair again, pushing me lower on your cock, guiding my head. I move faster, finally taking all of you into my mouth, massaging your head with my throat muscles as your pubic hair tickles my nose. Your moans are turning into words now, oh god baby that’s it, suck my fat cock!

My head bobs up and down faster and faster, your hands pushing me down harder and harder. I want your cum, I want to swallow your creamy seed, feel it slide down my throat and fill my belly. I fuck your cock with my full lips faster and harder, squeezing and massaging your balls just the way you like. MMM fuck it with your mouth baby! God it’s so good! I felt your balls tighten in my hand, knowing that my reward was coming soon. I bobbed faster and faster, your moans and pleading becoming louder above me. OH FUCK BABY!! THAT IS SO FUCKING GOOD!! FUCK MY COCK YOU SLUT!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Your hips arched up one last time, you’re back arched and your head flew back, OOOOFFFFUUUCCKKK!

You’re hot cum hit the back of my mouth with force, sliding down my throat, its heat scorching me. I released your cock from my mouth, letting the rest of your hot gooey cum shoot onto my breasts and stomach. Your body relaxed, you opened your eyes and looked down at me, mouthing I love you. Your eyes stayed glued on me as you calmed down, you watched as I massaged your cum into my breasts, using my fingers to roll Escort Kütahya it onto my hard nipples.

I flick my tongue out to lick my lips, my hands making teasing circles on my firm mounds. I ask you, who’s your slut baby? You are! Whose cock is that? Yours! Do you want your slut to fuck her cock now baby? OH GOD YES! I smiled in that naughty way I have, crawling up your body till my hot wet pussy dripping down on MY slut pole. You want it baby? Your hips arch up, yes please! You want me to slam my tight wet little fuck hole down on my cock baby? Strain in your voice, ppllleeaaasseee! Close your eyes! You close your eyes quickly, Good boy.

I stand up and quickly remove my soaked panties, squatting above you once again. I grasp your cock firmly in my hand, slowly inching my pussy toward you, BEG!

Please baby please! I need your pussy now baby! Please! FUCK ME!!

I slam down on your cock, squeezing tight with my pussy muscles as I pull back up. I almost let your cock slide out of my tight fuck hole before slamming back down again. My hands are on your stomach for support as I begin to ride you harder, slamming my pussy down on your cock harder and harder. You feel and hear my juices squishing loudly as our bodies thrust against each other. Your balls are soaked with my hot cum; I ride my slut pole faster.

There is nothing tender about this fuck; I want it hard and rough. I want your cock to stretch my tight hole, to ravage me from below. I ride harder, arching my back to take you deeper. Oh god it hurts, but feels so good. So fucking good as I slam my tight puss down harder and harder. I feel my orgasm rising, building deep in my loins. Your hand reaches forward to stroke my hard little clit, flicking back and forth across it as I ride you harder, harder!

Like an illicit prayer from my lips, harder! Harder! HARDER!! I’M YOUR FUCKING SLUT! HARDER! HARDER!!! Your hips are arching up to mine, fucking me from below while I fuck you from above. Your fingers are flicking at my clit making my pussy ready to explode. My body tenses in the final moment before ecstasy, pleasure and pain spread out from my dripping hole, I scream in ultimate please,

OH FUCK YES!! IM CUMMING! IM CUMMING!!

My pussy squeezes like a vice around your throbbing cock, my words send you over the edge. I feel you harden inside me as I ride out the last of my orgasm. You grunt and groan again as your cock shoots its thick creamy cum deep in my used hole; the pleasure of your hot seed sends me over again, OH GOD!! AGAIN! BABY AGAIN!! Our bodies are covered in sweat, cum seeps out of my hole around your cock to soak the bed, we pant, exhausted but satisfied. I fall against your chest, your cock still embedded in my pussy. I lean up to give you a tender kiss; Wake me up again in an hour k baby…..

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First Meeting

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It was my second day in New Orleans. The Big Easy. Land of Carnival and birthplace of Jazz. Of swamps, vampires, witches, werewolves and Voodoo. Or so the television would have me to believe. Maybe it is all those things too, but I haven’t seen them yet. Instead I see colour and life and the tremendous bustle of people, speaking in all kinds of tongues amidst a clatter of noise and the smell of spice. What ever it might be, it is most certainly a far cry from England.

Still a little jet-lagged, I’d opted for an easy day – a short wander along part of main street before quickly retreating into a small cafe. With mild trepidation, I had earlier accepted an invitation to join a man for dinner, and it is here, that the story truly starts.

I’m sitting in the restaurant, not enjoying particularly enjoying myself on this “date”. The man in front of me (whose name I have forgotten once again) is perfectly pleasant, but somewhat self-absorbed and kinda boring. Thirty minutes in and I feel that I’ve spent the entire time nodding and smiling politely. I look around the room, seeing all the other diners, watching the different couples, some relaxed, some leaning into one another, some clearly dealing with more tense discussions. Everything is so very ordinary and unremarkable, just as you would imagine seeing in any restaurant anywhere in the world. Apart from one table. This table is different because there’s just one person sitting at it. Tall, handsome, almost magnetic with confidence. And looking back at me. I smile shyly, and quickly avert my gaze, not believing that he, that you could really be looking at me.

I try to focus on the guy in front of me, but I can feel you staring at me. I look up, and you’re looking at me like a predator eyes prey. I glance to my sides, but there doesn’t seem to be any one else you could be looking at,. However, I really can’t fathom why you would be looking at me. Feeling brave I try to hold your gaze, but it’s too powerful and I shyly look away again.

No matter what I do, I can not seem to stop looking over at you, unable to shake the feeling that your stare has not moved. I catch your eye again and smile, almost like the guy in front of me has ceased to exist, (not that he seems to have noticed), but your expression doesn’t change. Your mystery and calm intrigues me, excites me and infuriates me slightly in that I still quite determine what you could possibly be after.

I take a sip of my water, and out of the corner of my eyes, I see that you’re moving, getting closer. My breath catches slightly, watching you move with confidence, grace and the air of a leopard. My eyes widen in surprise as I realise that you’re actually coming for me, but it is only when you stop beside the table, that my companion clocks your presence.

“Excuse me…” he begins, making as if to stand and challenge you. Tell you to back off or something, as if he would stand a chance.

You ignore him completely. No words, no looks. It’s as if with all your confidence and power, he just doesn’t exist. Instead, you take my hand and pull me Mardin Escort to my feet.

To say my companion and I are shocked, would be an understatement, but I can’t deny how exciting it feels. My stomach all tied in knots, heart pounding, skin flushed red with desire and anticipation.

Without any words, you gently tilt my chin and force me to look at you, forcing my timid and shy brown eyes to stare into soulful eyes that speak of storms in the ocean, a sensual blue-grey colour that has me completely enchanted. My lips part slightly as I try to catch my breath, and that’s when you claim them for your own, kissing me firmly and passionately, making me feel completely possessed, until you finally allow me to breathe.

I stare at you in amazement, knowing my date is getting angry and churlish, but all I can hear is my heart pounding, all I can feel is the hot glow of desire, and all I can see is you.

Still not saying a word, you lead me away from the restaurant and into the ladies bathroom. My mouth opens to protest and the women inside shriek, telling you to leave.

“Out.”

One simple word. Firm, quiet and brokering no argument. Any further objections are quelled as you speak that one simple word. There are some unhappy, angry glares, but they all exit the restroom, leaving me completely at your mercy.

“What exactly do you want?” I whisper, unable to really speak, still only able to make the briefest moments of eye contact with you. Whatever it is, I have no doubt that I will want to give it to you.

You chuckle softly, and once again, force me to look into your eyes, mesmerising me with that intense stare.

“You” you say, before kissing me again, searing my very soul, stamping yourself upon my heart like a brand.

You push me back against the wall, feeling me trembling against you, knowing that I’m still too timid and shy to move. You place my hand against the bulge in your jeans, and I gasp, beginning to slowly rub my fingers along the length as best I can.

You begin kissing my neck and I whimper against you, chest heaving as my breath catches, and I worry that you can feel my breasts pressing against you through the soft, summer blouse I’m wearing. Almost as if you read my mind, as one hand tenderly holds my head, the other snakes up from lightly touching my waist to teasingly caress my breasts.

I gasp again, still stunned by your boldness, but as you begin to touch my breasts more firmly, something inside my head and heart finally breaks free. I reach up and tangle my hands against your neck, suddenly kissing you back hungrily and playfully.

You break away for a moment and smile down at me, as if you knew what was hiding inside all along, before kissing me again, kissing my neck and opening my blouse, pulling down the cups of my plain white bra to expose my hard nipples.

I ignore the voices in my head, telling me to stop, that this is wrong, that I don’t even know your name, and abandon myself to my desire. I pull your shirt out of your waistband, sliding my hands up Mardin Escort Bayan along the inside, leaving feather-light fingertips across your taut muscles, resting my palms against your chest as your teeth suddenly graze against my sensitive breasts. My head is flung back as I arch against you, unable to stop my nails gripping at your chest, silently begging you to play with my tender mounds as firmly as you want.

Suddenly you spin me round, leading me to the wash basin, and helping me up. Your hands push up my skirt, your fingers tracing lazily up my legs and skimming my thighs, whilst mine tremble, trying to undo your trousers, eliciting the smallest of groans from you as my hands press against your erection. I shiver and moan, surprised, pleased and incredibly aroused to know that somehow, my touch has the same maddening, exciting effect on you as yours does on me.

You push your trousers and boxers down, and I gasp at the cock you reveal, a moment of hesitation as I contemplate whether I can handle such a size, although I know that I can’t stop you. That I don’t want to. That I want to take every inch of it into my body in any way that might please you.

You pull down my wet lace shorts and smile, and I feel the sudden urge to close my legs, as if reason is trying to encroach, as if I briefly remember who I am and how I normally behave.

“Don’t,” you whisper against my ear, kissing my neck and caressing my breasts as you gently push my legs apart with yours. It’s not a command, but it might as well be.

I moan, and looking into your eyes, you know that you have me completely and utterly under your control

“Fais-moi l’amour,” I whisper with sudden boldness, the only little bit of French I learned for my trip to Louisiana, seemingly, for you. “Fais-moi l’amour.”

You groan again, but with sudden restraint, begin teasing my wet pussy, slowly coating the head of your cock with the moistness that has already escaped, and you allow your thumb to lightly brush against my clit as your lips begin to devour my breasts again.

“Ohmigod” I gasp, almost ready to explode with pleasure already, my fingers curling, nails digging into the hard muscles of your shoulders.

“Not yet,” you chuckle, as I clasp my hands around your neck again.

You slowly slide a finger inside and I whimper, desperate to cum as you make that ‘come here’ motion inside me.

I squirm, desperate to come but unwilling to do so before you’re truly inside me.

“Fais-moi l’amour,” I say again, begging this time and I look into your eyes. “Fais-moi l’amour,” I whisper, with a strange, sexy confidence, and a brief smile crosses your face.

You decide to stop teasing us both, and slowly, with almost maddening consideration, begin to enter me. I open my legs wider, feeling the tip of your cock beginning to open me, stretching me, preparing me for all that needs to follow. I gasp and moan, inching closer, desperate to pull you inside my throbbing pussy, desperate for you to complete me.

“Will you take it all?” you Escort Mardin whisper, teasing me, pinching my nipples. Teasing, because you already know the answer.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I want all of you.” I gasp, whimpering and writhing, nails digging into your back as you completely fill me. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, chest heaving and for a moment, we don’t move. We just stare into one another’s eyes as if our souls have joined, have always been searching for the other. A silent, electrical exchange of you asking if I’m ready for more and my silent answer of yes.

“Fais-moi l’amour,” I command with sudden boldness, and you begin to fuck me.

You move slowly at first, making sure my tight pussy can handle your enormous length, gradually speeding up as the juice flows from my pussy and along your cock.

Checking that I’m still okay, you begin to fuck me harder and I whimper and moan into your neck, lifting my hips when I can to get you deeper.

“Yes!” I scream, “Yes, oh fuck yes!” digging my nails into your back, desperately and silently telling you to fuck me as deep and as hard as you wish.

By now, the people outside can probably hear us, but for once in my life, I don’t care – all I want and need is you.

We could have been there an hour or eternity, as I continue arching against you, hands clutching you desperately, kissing at your neck as you continue to fuck me. I feel like I’m being torn apart and it’s the most exquisite feeling of pleasure and pain, that I wish would never end.

“Cum for me,” you whisper, finally giving me permission

“You first,” I challenge between gasps, alternately from you slamming deep inside me, and cruelly biting at my nipples.

You chuckle once again and shake your head, annoyingly confident and maddeningly in control. You grab my breasts – one in each hand – and roughly fondle them as you kiss my neck, continuing to slam inside me as though it were no effort at all, and I know, that to my frustration, I’m not going to win.

Suddenly, almost without warning, I arch against you, head flung back, screaming out as my pussy clamps tightly upon your cock. “Oh fuck” I scream, shuddering uncontrollably against you. It’s like an earthquake of tremors, rampant with aftershocks and it feels like too much for me to bear.

“Now its my turn” you say, continuing to thrust and my hands grasp at you desperately, not sure that I can possibly take any more, but I definitely do not want you to stop. I don’t want you to stop until you cum inside me; I want to feel you explode all of that thick, hot white cum inside me, and I know that you want to give it to me.

You continue to slam into me, somehow reaching greater deaths and I practically scream again before you finally, lovingly, fill me to the absolute brim with your seed, and only then do you finally stop, allowing me to collapse against you, a beautifully broken mess of who I was and what you’ve made me. For several minutes, we rest in a breathless silence, and you take my head in your hands and kiss me tenderly.

You lift me down, holding me tightly, until my trembling legs can finally support me once more, and I stare at you, in wild and wanton admiration, wondering what on earth you’ll do next.

“Can I buy you dinner?” you ask, with a mischievous smile and I laugh, nodding. “Patrick.”

“Mircalla.”

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Family Weekend Adventure

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It was family weekend at my college and my boyfriend, Xander, came to stay with me and my family. Saturday, I was going to take him to my college because my parents were going to my little brother’s soccer game. My dad woke me up around 8:30 and when I got up, I woke Xander up. I jumped in the shower before my parents left and just as I turned the water off, Xander knocked on the bathroom door, asking if he could join me. I got out of the shower and, still naked, opened the door.

“Are my parents gone?” I asked, smiling as he looked over my wet body.

“They just left, now can I come in and shower with you?” he asked.

“OK, let me turn the water back on,” and I turned around with him still standing in the doorway and climbed back in the shower.

Xander stripped down and got in with me. Since I had already washed my hair and body, I just stood in the shower while he washed himself and after he rinsed off, we started making out a little bit. We weren’t planning on having sex in the shower, but he pushed me back against the wall and started kissing down my neck to my breasts. He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. He then switched to the other one and did the same thing to make sure they both got some attention. Then he kissed his way down my stomach to my hip and then ran a tongue along my pussy lips. He licked his way up to my clit and started making circles on it with his tongue. This drives me crazy and I wanted him so bad. Xander stopped licking and sucking on my clit and moved his tongue down to my entrance. He gently licked at my pussy and then stuck his tongue in as far as he could and proceeded to fuck me with his tongue. I wanted to cum so bad, but he stopped before I got close.

He stood up and kissed me passionately and smiled his dorky smile. He turned around and shut the water off and got out of the shower. I gave him a look of “I need you to fuck me.” But we were both a little worried that my parents or little brother might have forgotten something and may come back any minute. So, I got out of the shower and went to get dressed in my little brother’s room, where I was sleeping for the weekend. Raymond went and got dressed in the living room since no one else was home. After I pulled on my tight jeans and put my bra on, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. Xander came in wearing his jeans and no shirt and did the same thing. After I finished, I went back to my little brother’s room to put on a shirt. I came back out and Xander was sitting on the couch in the family room, watching TV.

“Make me some breakfast woman,” he said. He always tries to boss me around.

“Excuse me?” I said as I walked over and bent down to kiss him.

“You heard me. I’m hungry, so make me some breakfast.”

I walked into the kitchen because I was hungry too, not to mention sexually frustrated, and opened the fridge to see what my parents had. I fixed breakfast for both of us and we ate breakfast in the family room while watching TV. After we finished eating, I leaned across Xander and put both of our plates on the floor next to the couch. As I moved back to how I was sitting, I rested my hand on Xander’s leg and proceeded to watch TV. When I felt that he was captivated by the show, I started to move my hand up his thigh and he gave me his “I know what you’re doing” look.

“What?” I asked him.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I smiled at him and moved Malatya Escort my hand over his cock and then back to his thigh. I removed my hand from his leg and went back to watching TV. Every so often, I would glance over at him and then he all of a sudden unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him.

“I’m initiating because you’re not gonna do it yourself.”

“I would have done it myself, but you jumped the gun. And anyways, I think you’re assuming an awful lot. Maybe I just wanted to feel your cock through your jeans. Did you ever think about that?” I asked, giving him a wry smile.

“Babe, I know you too well to even count that as an option.”

At that, I straddled him and kissed him deeply, intertwining our tongues.

“Stand up,” he said.

“What for?” I asked as he made me stand up between his legs. He proceeded to push me down in front of him, more importantly, he pushed me down on my knees in front of his cock. I gave him another smile and pulled his boxers down over his hard 7″ cock. I put my hand around it and stroked it a few times before he told me to spit on my hand and give him a hand job. I did this for a few minutes and then,

“Would you ever give me a boob job?”

Of course this question caught me off guard and I raised my head up with a “What?”

“Do you think you could give me a boob job?” repeated Xander.

“I don’t know. I think it’s kind of weird.”

“Weird how?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it before. It just seems weird.” I told him.

“Do you want to try it?”

“I guess we can.”

“Well then, lube up my cock again.”

I did this and wrapped my DD tits around his hard dick. I moved my upper body up and down, jerking him off with my tits. Being new to this, I couldn’t really get the rhythm right, so we abandoned the idea and I decided to suck him off. I licked from the base of his shaft to the tip and did the same on either side of it. I put my mouth around his throbbing cock and sucked hard as I moved my head up and down. While I was sucking on his dick, I swirled my tongue around the tip. Within minutes, He was coming, but before he came, he said, “Don’t swallow it right away; hold it in your mouth.”

“Mhmm,” was all I could say as he exploded in my mouth and I kept sucking until he stopped shooting his load. I pulled my mouth off of his dick and didn’t spill a single drop of his cum. When I sat up, I pulled it all to the back of my mouth, opened my mouth and let it fall down my tongue to the front of my mouth. Xander watched this and was amazed that I even took the initiative to do that. Afterward, I swallowed it all down. I smiled up at him and then went to get a drink because that load of cum was more strong than usual and it made me gag twice. After I got my drink, I told Xander that we needed to get going before my parents came back. We got in my car and went to my college for a little bit. We had to run a few errands for my dad and when we were done, we headed back home so we would be on time for dinner.

We got back to the house and mom, dad, and my little brother were already home. Dinner was cooking and I helped out. We had a nice family dinner and then we all sat down to watch TV. Afterwards, everyone but me and Xander went to bed. We both stayed up to watch a new horror movie that I bought the day before. After that movie Malatya Escort Bayan was over, we flipped through the movie channels on satellite and found a soft-core porn movie. We decided to leave that on and we both started to get a little horny.

Xander was laying behind me on the couch in the family room and he started to caress my breasts while we watched the movie. He slowly moved his hand down to my pussy and put his hand under my pajama pants and inside my underwear. To make it easier for him, I pulled my pants down around my thighs, that way if my parents woke up, I’d be able to quickly pull them back up and act like nothing was happening. You have to remember that Xander and I are fooling around merely three open rooms away from my parents’ closed bedroom door. If they woke up and opened their door, they’d instantly see both of us being naughty and then we’d both be in big trouble.

Anyway, he was fingering me; first with one finger, then two, then three. He gets four fingers inside of me and is fingering me fast and hard and I loved it. He decides to add his thumb and pushes his hand in just past his knuckles. He is literally fingering my cervix now and it feels amazing! He starts to push his hand in even more and it didn’t hurt too bad, but before he got much further, it started to hurt, so we stopped there.

“Babe, sit up and look at this,” Xander said to me. I sit up and look at his hand and his fingers have vanished inside of me past the knuckle. I look at him and say “Oh my god.” Neither one of us can believe that nearly his whole hand is inside of me and I’ve only had sex with two people, including him. I tell him that it feels good and he fingers me like that for a few more minutes and then goes back to fingering me with two fingers and rubbing my clit. Within minutes, I was coming and it took all I had not to moan so loud that my parents would hear it. After I came back from ecstasy, his hand was gone from my pussy, leaving me feeling a little empty, but satisfied. He got on top of me and my feet were level with his chest. He slowly pushed his pulsating cock into me and pumped my sensitive pussy a few times before he picked up speed. He was fucking my so hard, I could hardly contain my moans. It wasn’t very long before I was coming again.

I told him I didn’t want him to come inside me because I didn’t want to worry about making a mess on the furniture. So he sat back and I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down and twirling my tongue around his shaft and finally focusing on the tip. This time when he came, I swallowed it all right away and then licked him clean. After that, we watched the movie a little more and out of nowhere, he starts tickling me. We roll onto the floor, surprisingly making no noise. To get away from him, I rolled closer to the TV, away from him and he stayed by the couch. I go back to watching the movie and I start feeling horny, again.

I start rubbing my hand over my stomach and pull my shirt up to just under my boobs, so that I can feel skin on skin with my hand and stomach. I’m caressing my stomach with my fingertips and nails, moving up to rub my breasts every few minutes and then I’d go back to my stomach. Xander is trying to ignore me by watching the film, but I could tell that he was kind of turned on. I turn to him and ask him to touch me. He refuses because his arm is still tired from fingering me a few minutes earlier. Eventually, I start to rub my Escort Malatya clit through my underwear and pajama pants and then move back and forth between that, my stomach, and my breasts. The whole time, Xander is trying to ignore me. I decide to make him pay attention by rolling on top of him, straddling him, and continuing to touch myself while grinding my pussy against his hard cock through our clothes.

I start getting frustrated with him because he’s still trying to ignore me. So, I grab his hand and use it to touch myself. I hear him mutter something along the lines of “Oh my god” and he laughs softly as I continue move his hand over my body. I roll off of him, almost ready to give up, when I decide to take his hand again and, this time, put it down my pants and use his finger to stimulate my clit. I move his hand down a little further and put one of his fingers inside of me. The whole time I’m using his hand, while on top of him and after rolling off, I’m begging him to help me cum. After a few more times of me moving his finger in and out of my pussy, he rams his finger into me.

He continues to finger me and then adds another finger. He now has two fingers inside my pussy and I’m close to coming again. He puts me over the edge and as I’m coming down from my erotic high, he puts a finger in my ass. We had talked about trying anal a couple times and until the day before, I had told him that I never wanted to try it. The fact that he kept insisting and that I knew he wanted to try it, made me agree to try anal if he really wanted to. But, back to the story. He now has two fingers in my soaking pussy and one finger in my ass.

“How does that feel, babe?” he asked me.

“I don’t know, it feels different,” I reply, still out of breath from the hard orgasm I had had just before.

“Different good or different bad?”

“It feels kind of good,” I tell him.

He moves his hand slowly, stimulating my ass and my pussy at the same time and then he adds another finger to my ass. Now he has two fingers in my pussy and my ass and he’s moving his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asked me again after adding the second finger.

“It feels really good, babe.”

“That’s two fingers! Babe, get up on the couch, we’re gonna try anal.”

I moved up on the couch and Xander lay behind me on his side. We pulled my pants down around my thighs again and he lubes up his cock with his spit and positions the head at my asshole. He slowly starts to push it in and I knew that I had to relax or it would hurt, so I’m as relaxed as possible and when he gets the head in, he stops to check if I’m okay.

“I’m fine. It actually feels kind of good,” I told him.

“Really?” he asks as he moves his cock in a little more and pauses again. I respond by pushing back against him a little bit and he takes the hint. He pushes his entire cock into my ass and allows my body to adjust. Then he starts to fuck me slowly, every so often asking if I’m okay.

“Hold on a second. Roll onto your back, I want to try it this way,” Xander said to me after a few minutes. I rolled onto my back and he put my feet on his shoulders. He spit on his cock again to lube it up and pushed it into my ass again. This felt even better and made my whole body tingle. He wanted to come in my ass, but I didn’t want to worry about cleaning up the mess, inside me and on the couch. So we stopped after a while, in a sort of shock that we had actually tried anal, and that I liked it after saying that I would never try it.

My parents and little brother never woke up during our little sessions and we’re definitely going to try to get his whole hand inside me and we’re going to try anal again when we see each other!

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Daddy Dearest

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I had been sent on assignment to attend the showing of a new film. I told Dad that I would be spending the night in the city because the cast would be open to interviews after the movie. It didn’t come off that way. Only a few of the members showed up and I really didn’t get anything worthwhile so I decided to drive home after the interviews.

Actually it was a really good show, good plot and very close to being rated an X. They touted it as an R but I was skeptical about that. Driving home I passed the time reliving the past few years of my life. Mom had been an actress of sorts. Never a headliner, but always close to it.

She was beautiful by any ones standards and between doing movies, she would fill in modeling. That’s how Brittany and I started out modeling. We are only a year apart in age and blessed with good shapes, so with a little help from mom we began making money for college by modeling lingerie for some of the more risqué catalogues that companies send out.

Both of us wear the same size clothes so we were always trading off. Both of us are blondes and have the same figures. 35C breasts, 24 inch waists and hips that are a bit large at 32 inches. Working hard, we’ve both been able to keep our weight at around 135 to maybe 140 tops. I’m 5’7″; she’s a bit shorter at 5’6″.

Anyway when mom died we had to decide between a career, and going to college. Dad was all for the college thing but we both took the other option, a career. I work a TV news show and will soon be its anchor. Brittany moved out west and began a business as a designer. With Dads financing she opened her own business and is quite successful.

Now I should explain that when our real father passed away, mom remarried after several years. Dad is some thirteen years younger than mom was and both Brittany and I really were closer to Dad than mom. She was always off to Europe or somewhere and Dad really raised us. Mom would show up for a few weeks now and then to show her face, but it was a strained relationship. We called her “the iron butterfly.” Quite frankly I suspect she cheated on Dad quite a bit because she seemed to be a bit oversexed and sometimes demanding in that department. She couldn’t last too long without being fucked.

When she was home she was constantly after Dad to take her to the bedroom and to be perfectly frank, sex with her was noisy. Britt would listen to them going at it all night long and sometimes we would both sit in her bedroom and wonder what they were doing.

Sure, it was exciting just to listen and wonder what was happening, and that’s when we began to confide our innermost thoughts to each other. Finally one afternoon Britt asked me to her bedroom and showed me a small hole she had made in the back of her closet.

From there you could see almost the whole master bedroom and we waited for the butterfly to drag Dad to her bed.

She was demanding. We watched, as teens often do, as they made love. Mom always strutted around play acting before they would do anything. I mean she liked to role play. But always she was a tease and would end up lying on her back with Daddy between her legs, kissing her pussy. Or that’s what we thought at the time. He would spend a good half hour doing that and all the time mom was cumming. I mean she was really bouncing around and making all sorts of moaning and sobbing noises. When she was satisfied, she would suck on Daddy’s cock. But we really never got to see too much of that because she would be down on her knees with her back to us blocking our view.

Sometimes she would make him lay on his back and she would straddle him, facing away, then slide his cock in her and fuck herself on it while watching herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. Other times she would kneel and have Dad go up against her back side. That was when she would be the loudest. Then there were times when she would lay on her back and put her legs on Dad’s shoulders and he would go in her. But all the time she was in control, telling him what she wanted, and telling him to go deeper or faster and all that. In the end she would always urge him to cum for her. Mostly he was supposed to finish in her but sometimes she liked him to back off and squirt on her tummy or on her back. Then she would sort of rub it over her breasts or lick her fingers.

About that time we learned about our own bodies and watching them do it was exciting, and I would leave and go back to my room and use my fingers to fuck myself.

After a while I didn’t even do that. I would stay in her room and we would both masturbate until we were exhausted. I don’t know what Britt was thinking about when we did that but I was always imagining that Dad was fucking me.

Anyway, Brittany had been sending Emails about her affairs and how disappointed she had become with her relationships. I had been dating and to be honest, I’d gone to bed with four or five guys I had gotten close to, but each time I would get hot enough to really cum, it Rize Escort turned out the same. The guys always expected me to suck them off first. Sometimes they would cum and it would be all over and they were useless. One actually shot all over a very expensive black sheath that I was wearing after a party and I had to wash it out before sending it to be cleaned.

If they didn’t cum prematurely, then it all went too fast anyway. They would finish before I was even half way ready. I would always wait until they went to sleep and quietly masturbate until I was satisfied.

Apparently Brittany had the same experiences and she finally asked me if I remembered how mom and Dad used to always satisfy each other. Then in one of her Emails she wrote: Tiffany, I don’t think I’m ever going to be satisfied.

Just because a guy is good looking, doesn’t excite me anymore. In all the times I’ve been fucked, not once did any of them want to go down on me and eat me or do all the things Daddy did with mom.

Have any of your dates ever spent the time to really do that? I mean eat your pussy and care about what you’re feeling? Has any guy ever made you cum by fucking you? I think sex stinks. I might even consider going to bed with a women. At least she’d know what a woman needs.

I had to agree with her. Guys were all for themselves, at least all the young guys I had dated. Even their conversations were basically “me, me, me,” and rarely anything else. They were all bumbling clods. I was about to give up too.

Then it happened, and I wrote Brittany that I had finally found the perfect lover. She decided to take a vacation and return home to meet him.

Turning the corner I arrived home and I saw Brittany’s convertible in the driveway. I rushed in to greet her. She was sitting at the kitchen table chatting with Dad.

She had found the bottle of brandy and she was slurring slightly as she stood up and cooed, “welcome home Tiffany, Dad and I have been catching up on things. Did you know he’s thinking about dating again? It been almost a year and a half since mom died. About time don’t you think?”

I nodded yes and changed the subject. Actually I had been trying to convince him that it was too soon to start dating.

Another hour of chit chat and Dad left for his room. Brittany took my arm and walked with me to my bedroom and closed the door. Hers was next to Dads and he might hear us.

“So tell me about this mystery man of yours. How did you meet him and is he really the super great lover that you’ve been looking for?”

I took a deep breath and began. “You know, I got to thinking. Britt and I came to the conclusion that we’re looking for Mr. Right in the wrong age group. Older men, ones who have good marriages or have come from good marriages are better lovers. That’s why they’re all take.

So I changed the way I’ve been thinking. Who would you think would be the best lover that we’ve ever known? Who do we compare our dates to? Who do we know about that we would want to clone if we could?

She looked confused, then pursing her lips as if thinking, before answering. “Daddy.” “You don’t mean…You and DAD? Noooo, I don’t believe it. Daddy and you. How? What happened? When? Have you actually, you know, done it?”

I didn’t answer for a moment then began at the beginning.

A little more than a year ago, I was going thru some of those portfolios that we put together when we were modeling. One of the envelopes I had saved was of those the photographer had talked me into taking. You know the ones of me in the nude or that sexy baby doll outfit. She interrupted. “You mean the flyway baby doll outfit with the silk G string bottom and shelf bra?”

I nodded yes. And went on. “Anyway I had cleaned out Dad’s office and emptied his paper shredder and decided to get rid of my photos. Being in a rush I gave them to Dad and asked him to shred them for me. About a week later I was doing his office again and the shredder was still empty.”

She stared at me. “He kept them? He saw you in those poses… Oh my god Tiffany they were sort of risqué.”

I went on. “I know! Two or three nights later I came home from work unexpectedly and rather late. I bathed and found that baby doll outfit in the closet and put it on. God did I look hot in it. I did something stupid then. I went down the hall to say good night to Dad wearing it. I guess I wanted to see his reaction.”

Her mouth aghast, Britt asked. “You wanted to have him see you in that outfit didn’t you? So was he awake? Did he see you wearing it?”

“Yeah I went on, but it didn’t happen exactly the way I had expected. When I got to his room, the light was on and the door ajar. Oh maybe seven or eight inches so I could see in real good. He was lying on the bed looking down at something and slowly sliding his hand up and down his cock.” “Dad jerking off? She asked.

“So help me god, yes! I guess all men do it, I know women do it but to see your father Rize Escort Bayan doing it sort of left me dumbfounded.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing for a minute or so. I was going to sneak away but the more I watched the more excited I got. I waited hoping to see him cum but he was sort of slow.

So I just stood there in the hallway and watched. Finally I saw his hand begin to move faster and faster as he stroked up and down. By that time I had sort of pushed my thong aside and had my fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy.” “Did you see him cum?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Not just then. But by now I had myself really worked up and the faster he slid his hand up and down on that enormous cock, the faster I was sliding my fingers in and out of my own cunt. He is circumcised and must have put oil or something on his hand because I could hear this sort of slippery sound each time his hand moved up and down. Finally I couldn’t stop myself and I began to cum. By then I was panting pretty loud too, and just as I felt that throbbing flutter I always get just before I cum, it happened, I lost my balance and fell forward, pushing the door open.”

Brittany gasped. “He saw you?”

“Worse than that,” I answered. “There I was framed in the doorway, one hand on the door frame and my other hand with two fingers plunging in and out of my soupy cunt. I squealed aloud but couldn’t stop it. I was cumming and I couldn’t stop myself.

Dad turned and saw me. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it over his waist but the pictures and box of tissues lying next to him flew onto the floor. We just stared at each other, panting.” With her mouth aghast, Britt just stared at me.

“I was half way into the room by now and did the only thing I could think of. I began to stutter.

“It’s all right Dad. I know it’s hard not having anyone. We all need to do it. I do it too, almost every night. Men should cum when they need to, it’s healthy and I understand.” Pretty feeble but it was the only thing I could come up with.

Then, wanting to show him that I understood, I walked to the foot of the bed and took my thong off and let it fall. Looking down, I saw the pictures he had been looking at. They were of me. He had saved the ones I asked him to shred. I went on.

“Look Dad, you don’t need the pictures, I’m here. Why don’t we finish together? Just this once. I’m sorta hot tonight and I thought we could do it together. Just this once. You watch me finish and we can do it together.”

He never said a word. He just stared at me. His eyes roamed from my face down to my exposed pussy then back up. I stood there at the foot of the bed and started finger fucking myself again. For maybe a minute he just watched. Then he pulled the sheet off and started to slowly stroke his cock again.

My god did that turn me on. I began to really shove my two fingers in and out of my cunt at that point. I had to spread my feet slightly but I was already wet and slippery so it was sort of easy but noisy. My fingers sort of made a thwacking sound as my hand slapped against my clit and I really started to rev up. I couldn’t take my eyes off Dads cock. He was huge and by now he was going faster as he stared at me. “Brittany, can you imagine what it was like? I was standing in front of Dad and we were both jerking our selves off. It was fantastic.”

“Go on Tiffany, did you both do it? I mean cum at the same time?”

“Not exactly. I was afraid that I was going to cum too fast, and Dad was sort of slow so I kinda urged him on.”

“Come on Dad, Go faster. Just let it happen. I want to watch you spurt. Please go faster. Jerk off faster. I need to see you cum. Dad? Daddy, just think what it would feel like to have your hard cock deep inside my pussy. I’m tight and wet, and warm. Here look.”

I pulled my two fingers out and lifted them to my lips. Spreading them, a cobweb of stringy girl cum, shone in the light as I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked them off.

As I slid my fingers back in my pussy he finally began to chuck his fist up and down his cock faster and faster. That set me off. I finally had to gasp. “Dad…Daddy I’m cumming. Shoot for me. Gimmee it! Let yourself cum so I can see it! Cum for me Daddy.”

That was the first time since I came into the room that he said anything.

“Oh god Tiffany, what am I doing? Honey, I’m going to……. I’m ready Tiff. I’m there!” So was I. I was panting like a horse and my fingers were a blur as my hand fluttered and my fingers stroked my G spot. When it happened, I went over the top. His hand suddenly stopped sliding up and down and he held still for a second. Suddenly a sort of jet of thin, almost clear cum shot out. Just a few drops in the beginning but then he suddenly erupted. A long thick stream of milky cum shot up and arched over before splattering all over his chest and abs.

My eyes must have looked like saucers and even though I was cumming, I constantly Escort Rize watched Daddy spurting again and again. Finally it stopped and we were both huffing and puffing. I had never had an orgasm that intense in my entire life. And I had never seen so much cum before either. He must have stored it up for weeks. The box of tissues were on the floor on the other side of the bed, so I just picked up my satin G string and moved to Dads side and cleaned off his chest and tummy. Then I gave him a kiss on the lips and left.

That night I slept with my panties on the pillow next to me. It was both of us. My own wetness mixed with his. I still have it in my top dresser drawer and when I feel horny; I take it out and remember the moment.

Brittany looked at me. “So that’s it? You never did that again?”

I smiled. “That was only the beginning. For three days we sort of avoided each other. What could we say really?” Then on Friday night I got up the courage to start it up again. “Want to help me out tonight Daddy? I’m lonesome and sort of…well you know. Please Daddy. Just one more time. Could we do it again? You know sort of help each other out. Pleeeese?”

“No honey. That was an accident. It was wrong but we did it and it’s done.”

I put on my best pout and kept begging. “Maybe just me this time. You could help me cum and just watch maybe. Could we do that?”

He was thinking of an answer when I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

After a little argument, I had Dad down to his shorts. He wouldn’t go any further than that.

I was already excited and began to get that twitching feeling between my legs. I lay down on my back and had him lay next to me. He hesitated as if wondering what to do.

I began stroking the outside of my pussy and twisted towards him, and taking his hand, placed it on my breast. I guess old habits never die. He knew what I needed.

Pushing me back he leaned over me. I closed my eyes and felt his warm breath as it brushed across my nipple. That sudden rush of sensations flooded my pussy.

It was almost as if there were some magical connection between my nipples and my cunt. I squirmed and waited. Suddenly his hot mouth closed over my breast. His teeth trapped my nipple and gently raked over it. I held my breath and finally let out a little moan. He was doing it. Just as I remember him doing to mom. My hand speeded up and my body shook. When he began to suckle my nipple, dragging his tongue around the swollen auricle I was deliriously close to my first orgasm.

Slowly I felt his hand slide down my tummy and come to rest atop my own hand. He moved it aside and replaced it with his own. His fingers began to play. He was masturbating me. I reached up and clutched at his back.

“More! Oh god Daddy that feels so good. Do more. I want it. Help me Daddy I want to finish a hundred times tonight. Make me cum for you. Please?”

Warm fingers strummed up and down the valley of my pussy. Sometimes they paused to stroke around and over my swollen clit, sometimes delving into my oozing vagina.

His fingers searched for my G spot, and finding it, he sort of clamped his thumb over my clit while his other fingers caressed within.

I couldn’t breathe. I was gasping for air. My ass began bucking up and down trying to fuck his hand. I was frantic and on impulse I slid my hand under his hips and searched for his cock.

Perhaps he couldn’t stop himself, or perhaps he just surrendered to his need. I don’t know but when my hand wrapped around his growing shaft, he moved slightly to one side giving me more room to move.

I came. Oh my god did I ever come. I arched my back and squealed aloud. “Daddy, I’m cumming. I am. Yes, OOOOooh yeah I’m cumming Daddy.”

I thought he would stop but by now I had his cock firmly locked in my grip and I was squeezing and kneading it until it was almost fully erect. Finally his mouth left my nipple and he panted. “More Tiffany? Does my little girl need more? Would you like to feed Daddy? Here, just spread a little wider and Daddy will show you.”

He was going to do it. In my wildest dreams I had hoped but never really thought it would happen. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and replaced them with his lips.

If I had thought his fingers were miraculously talented, his tongue was even better. How he did it I’ll never know.

Parting my labia with his fingers, his hot breath gave warning of what he was going to do. Lapping the hot membranes of my splayed opening, his tongue flickered up and down. Now stabbing in and fluttering, now drawing out and sweeping its way up my clit. The tip of his tongue wiggled between the soft sheath that hid it and forced it back. His lips pursed and he gently drew it into his mouth. Now his tongue fluttered like butterfly wings over it and I screamed.

I never thought I could do it but I ejaculated. I felt myself go completely submissive. My cunt contracted hard and something deep inside seemed to burst.

My body quaked and shuddered. My ass began to tighten up, and then relax, over and over again. It was almost as if my whole body was reacting. My nipples were on fire, my face was flushed and my pussy was convulsing as my legs began to quiver.

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Exploring Dee Ch. 04

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The next week I was busy with school, being my last year, I had several long projects I had to finish up before I graduated. I hadn’t seen Rick, although I couldn’t help but think about him and every time I did, it aggravated me that just thinking about him made me wet. Friday, after my last class, instead of going home, I met some friends at a bar and it didn’t surprise me to see Mike there.

“So where have you been hiding yourself?” He asked walking up to the table I was sitting at with two other friends. After saying hello to Tina and Joyce, he pulled up a chair and sat next to me.

“I’ve not been hiding, just busy with school work. And what have you been up to, besides spying on naked women?” I said teasing him. With that, Tina and Joyce burst out laughing and I noticed Mike’s face turn slightly red, but he smiled.

“Actually I haven’t spotted any lately, although I was hoping to soon.” He finally said and I could see a questioning look on his face. I knew he was wondering how much I had told the girls and it made me feel good that this time he was on the spot instead of me. “Any of you ladies feel like a moonlight swim tonight?”

“Will you be joining us or just watching?” I asked, wanting to rub it in even more. I saw his eyes flash with a coldness I had never seen before and it actually sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’d much rather you joined us. I’d love to see what you have hiding underneath those clothes, Mike.” Joyce giggled with excitement.

“Me too, Mike. It’s been awhile since Joyce and I have played with a man.” Tina said in a very seductive voice at the same time her hand reached under the table. I didn’t have to see where her hand went, I could tell just by the way Joyce began squirming, that Tina had her hand up her skirt. Mike’s eyes were glued to both girls and I grinned at him, knowing he would give anything to be under the table right now. It was a well known fact that Tina and Joyce were partners, but they also enjoyed men as well as each other.

“Sounds like we need to have a party at my house tonight.” I laughed, looking over at Mike, making sure he saw that my eyes dropped to notice the growing bulge in his pants.

“Actually there is a party going on tomorrow night. Rick just got back in town and is having an open party down on the beach. You girls are welcome to come. I’m sure Dee here would love you to meet her new boyfriend.” Mike said, making sure he emphasized his last statement.

“New boyfriend?” Joyce giggled. “Sounds more like he’s the devils advocate, a tempting one, and you know what they say. You play with fire, you’re eventually going to get burned.”

“Yeah, and from the sound of it, I wouldn’t mind playing with that fire a bit myself.” Tina remarked and obviously very interested in meeting Rick.

“I have something you could play with Tina. Why don’t we dance and you might just get a preview.” Mike flirted outrageously and stood up, the tent in his pants very obvious. Tina’s eyes broadened and she got up following him to the dance floor. Joyce was a little startled, considering she had been enjoying Tina’s attentions, but she sat quietly drinking her gin and tonic. She was very use to being left high and dry as Tina never passed up an opportunity to be with anyone, male or female.

“I don’t know why you keep putting up with her, if I were you I would be looking elsewhere.” I said, irritated with Tina and Mike.

“It’s just her way, I don’t mind really. Lots of times she brings her friends back to the house and we all enjoy a good time.”

“Well I guess if you like that. Me, if some guy left me like that, it would be the last time he did.” I said, thinking back about the last time Rick and I were together.

“Is that so, Dee? Kütahya Escort You wouldn’t give him another chance?” He asked, accenting his drawl. My heart skipped a beat, hearing his voice and I turned to see Rick standing there with a wide grin on his face. “Ready to dance.” He said and it was not a question but more of a command.

“I think I’ll pass. I’m sure Joyce would love to dance with you, Rick.” I said after introducing them. I kept my eyes from looking at him, not wanting him to see the excitement in them now that he was near.

“Don’t be silly Dee, you know I don’t dance. You go dance with him.” Joyce giggled shyly.

Before I could come up with another response, he had already taken my arm and pulled me up. I flashed an angry look in Joyce’s direction, but she was unaware of my feelings, finding the whole thing amusing. We had just reached the dance floor when the lights dimmed and the band started to play a slow song. Rick pulled me into his arms, making sure one handed rested low on my jean skirt. I put my arms around his neck, but tried to keep a relatively safe space between our bodies. I also noticed that Mike and Tina had left the dance floor, making their way to the side door of the bar.

“So have you missed me while I was gone?” He asked, pressing me closer to him closing the gab between us and held me there firmly.

“I’ve been really busy. I didn’t even know you were gone to tell you the truth.” I said, not unaware of his hand gently massaging my ass through my skirt. I tried wiggling free of him, but his grip was firm and I was left with no choice but to relax, hoping the dance would be over soon. I didn’t want to give him another opportunity to get to me any more than he had already.

“I’m happy to hear that. I was afraid after our last encounter you might have missed me while I was away and I wouldn’t have wanted that.” He whispered in my ear, his face beginning to softly nuzzle my neck.

“You really are a ….” I started to say pulling back from him, not wanting to acknowledge the stirrings his warm breath were causing. His lips were on mine, his tongue gently licked across my lips and pushed into my mouth. Damn those kisses of his, I thought, feeling myself melting against him.

I heard his chuckle as his tongue began probing further in my mouth, licking across my teeth and tongue. It didn’t take long before I was kissing him back, tasting and sucking on his tongue, my hands playing in the hair at the back of his neck. With his hand still pressed tightly to my ass, I felt his other hand reach between us cupping my breast, through my sweater. He sighed happily, realizing at once that I didn’t have a bra on underneath my sweater and before I knew it, he slipped his hand underneath. His fingers felt cool against the heat of my breasts as he began caressing them very tenderly.

“Seems someone came prepared to play.” He said softly looking down at me watching for my reactions as he continued teasing my nipple with his fingers. I couldn’t believe the nerve he had, not just at the liberties he was taking, but being in public didn’t seem to bother him either. As much as he was beginning to get to me, I was starting to feel rather uncomfortable, especially when I felt his other hand slip underneath my skirt.

“Rick…uh… wouldn’t you rather go somewhere else?” I finally asked looking up at him. At that, his hand squeezed the cheek of my ass and I could feel his cock against me wanting out of his jeans.

“Keep dancing, Dee.” He whispered in my ear at the same time the song ended and another one began to play. He put his leg between mine, making sure it rubbed against the front of my skirt while we danced. There was no denying that he was arousing me, especially when his hand went between my legs and he slipped a Kütahya Escort Bayan finger inside my very wet pussy. I gasped, the intense pleasure made my knees go weak and I had to clutch at his shoulders just to keep from falling.

“Rick… please…” I moaned, wanting to tell him to stop.

“Please what?“ He chuckled and inserted another finger. “Keep dancing, Dee while I finger fuck you. I want you to cum for me right here on the dance floor.” His fingers started thrusting into me, making me dizzy, I could barely breath. He pressed his other hand to my back, keeping me from falling and I knew if he had his way I was going to cum any time.

“No…!” I finally managed to say and it took all my will power to reach down to the front of his jeans and grab his cock firmly. “You aren’t going to do this to me again.” I said, squeezing his cock harder until he released me.

“Baby, I like it rough. Now I’m ready to leave.” He said just as I let go of him and was about to turn and leave.

“Guess you better find someone to relieve that for you then.” I remarked glaring at his bulging cock. I then quickly headed back to the table, knowing this time it was him standing there angry.

Tina and Joyce were whispering between each other when I got back and they let me know that Mike had just walked out the door. I got my purse and told them I would see them at the party the next day and without turning around to look if Rick was on his way, I left. I know sooner got in my car when Mike opened the passenger door and got in. He was obviously pretty drunk and asked if I would drive him home. Not feeling like I had a choice, I agreed and we drove off.

“So you like being molested in public, apparently I had the wrong impression of you.” Mike said, slurring his words as he talked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, pushing his hand away after he put it on my thigh. “Mike, don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood for any more bullshit.”

“Oh I could tell that. From the looks of things back on the dance floor, seems like someone is in need of a good fucking.” He said and again put his hand on my thigh pushing it under my skirt.

“Stop it, you’re drunk. And that’s not what I want right now.” I said now getting angry at him. I then pulled up in my driveway and got out of the car. “Go home and sleep it off.” I told him as I walked to my front door.

“I don’t think so Dee, not this time.” He said having come up behind me and was now pushing me in the front door after I had unlocked it.

“Mike go home before you do something we are both going to regret.” I said, now becoming a little frightened by his attitude and was hoping to calm him down. The next thing I knew, he was picking me up in his arms and carrying me upstairs. The expression on his face was almost as if he wasn’t even there, just reacting without actually aware of his own actions.

I tried fighting to get out of his grasp, I even tried reasoning with him, but it seemed as if my words bounced right off him. He dropped me on the bed and straddled me, pinning me beneath him. He quickly took off his belt and wrapped it around my wrists tying them to the headboard. That was when I realized I was in trouble and he was not as drunk as I had first assumed.

“You know Dee, if I would have know this is how you like it, I wouldn’t have wasted all this time trying to win you over with humor.” He said, and it sounded like the devil himself talking. I was shocked to see such a change in him and wondered how he had hid this part from me for so long.

“Mike please, I don’t want to play this game with you. I really like you and I’m really attracted to you, I just always thought you were teasing me.” I said, now trying desperately to reach him before anything went any Escort Kütahya further.

He didn’t say a word and started going through some of my dresser drawers until he found what he needed. He then quickly grabbed one ankle and after tying it with one of my silk stockings, tied it to the leg of the bed. He did the other ankle as well and now I was really getting scared. As much as I had fantasized about something like this happening, this was not stirring those same feelings I got through the fantasy. Tears started forming and I started pleading with him to let me loose. The fact that I was sprawled spread eagle on the bed, was bad enough, especially when he pulled my sweater up exposing my breasts.

“Do you know how long I have wanted you? Do you know what your teasing does and yet you shrug off my advances only to let some stranger touch you. And in public yet, making me look like a complete fool!” He said, his voice now becoming harsher as his hands began squeezing my breasts.

“I didn’t know, please stop Mike. Let me go, things could be different.” I whispered, and although my nipples were beginning to get hard from the touch of his fingers, inside all I could think of was how to get him to let me go so that I could get away from him. He ignored my pleadings and apparently tired of hearing them, grabbed another cloth belt and roughly tied it around my mouth, preventing me from talking any further.

“Now where were we.” He said with an eerie laugh. He left the room for several minutes and when he returned I knew he had something in his hand but I couldn’t see it. I felt it soon after as he cut away the sweater, skirt and the my panties with the scissors. I screamed out but the words were lost underneath the gag, the tears flowed, now feeling totally humiliated and frightened, lying there naked with him just staring at me. All I could think of was how I wanted this nightmare to end, yet I saw no end in sight.

“I can tell you really like this, the way you’re trying to move and all. I bet your pussy is really wet just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you.” He said and suddenly thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly, the pain was unreal and the disappointed expression on his face because I was dry made him even angrier.

“I don’t think she’s enjoying it as much as you wanted her to Mike.” Rick said, and through my tears I saw him leaning against the bedroom with his arms folded across his chest.

“She’s enjoying it just fine, Rick. Get the fuck out of here.” Mike yelled, and again thrust his fingers inside me. My cries stifled from the gag, the tears streaming down my face and I looked at Rick, wondering why he was just standing there watching. Why didn’t he do something, stop Mike, do something.

“Well, let me judge for myself, if she is enjoying it, I might leave. Then again, I might just watch, you don’t mind that do you Mike.” Rick stated, walking over to the bed and ran his hand across my breast. My body quivered under his touch. I looked at him, my eyes wide and laden with tears, my body betraying my mind, and he grinned, knowing he was the reason for it.

“See, she’s enjoying it. I got her nipples nice and sensitive as you can see. And her pussy is getting nice and wet now too.” Mike said, again shoving his fingers roughly inside of me. I arched my back instantly, again feeling the pain at his forceful penetration, my eyes squinted shut, blinking back more tears.

“Mike, if you’re going to take someone against their will, you really need to learn how.” Rick said and in one quick movement shoved Mike hard, knocking him off the bed. “Now you have a choice, you can watch or you can leave. Those are you’re only choices.”

Mike opened his mouth to speak, anger shooting from his eyes, but seeing the dangerous expression on Rick’s face, kept still. He then sat in the chair opposite from the bed with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.

“Now, darlin, didn’t we have some unfinished business.” Rick whispered in my ear, as his fingers played idly at my nipples.

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