Sultry Sister Ch. 02

Sultry Sister Ch. 02

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I used to stay with my younger brother, John, while he was still studying in college, but he graduated last summer and was going to go home. That was when I realized I was tired of living alone and I decided to go back with him and stay with my family.

Father and my brothers were obviously overjoyed that I was going back. Mother was happy as well, because she was not privy to our family’s little secret. Somehow, we were able to keep it all under wraps from her and my younger brother while I was still living there.

It was a saturday morning. After waking up, I washed up in the bathroom before heading downstairs for breakfast. As usual, I was the last to wake up and the rest of my family members were already downstairs waiting for breakfast.

As I entered the dining room, mother who was cooking in the kitchen spotted me and yelled, “Could you put on some clothes!”

It had been my preference to sleep naked since even before I moved out. However, I only started staying naked all the time at home after I was living alone. Naturally, my father and my brothers were not perturbed by my habit, but my mother thought that it was improper for me to be naked in front of my father and my brothers.

“Yes, mom. I’ll do it after breakfast,” I patronizingly replied as I sat down at the table next to John.

Mother stared at me for a while but eventually gave up and continued to prepare breakfast. She knew that I was not going to do it, because we had the same conversation for the past three months since I came back home.

Looking around the table, father was reading a newspaper while drinking coffee, while Mark was staring at the television and John was playing games on his phone. I leaned over toward my younger brother and reached for his groin.

“I need my morning milk,” I whispered into his ear as I lightly caressed his penis over his boxers.

John immediately shuddered when my hand touched his penis. He looked at me in shock and whispered back, “We can’t, mom is going to find out!”

I ignored him as I reached for his penis through the opening in his boxers and pulled it out. John stopped protesting when I started stroking his penis in my hand. It did not take long before my younger brother’s penis was fully erected in my hands.

As I felt his rock hard bahis firmaları penis in my hand, I was tempted to just ride him then and there, but that would have gotten us into a lot of trouble. Instead, I got down under the table like any good elder sister would and started licking his penis.

As my tongue ran up along the shaft of John’s penis to the head, I could feel his body stiffening up. My hands were softly caressing his thighs as I slowly moved my tongue all over my his penis. However, as I was having the time of my life licking my younger brother’s dick, I heard mother’s voice.

“Where’s your sister?”

My heart almost skipped a beat. I thought there was still going to be a while before she was done cooking. My tongue was still on John’s penis as I froze in fear.

“Umm, she went to the toilet,” John replied.

“Well, breakfast’s ready and I am not going to wait for her. We’re starting without her,” mother said.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I waited for a while for them to start eating before I continued with my meal.

I made an o-shape with my mouth and took my younger brother’s penis in my mouth. My head started to bobbed up and down on my younger brother’s penis, making a slurping sound. With the sound of the television blaring in the background, I was not worried that mother would hear me.

It did not take long before John reached his limit. His body jerked violently as he ejaculated into my mouth. I tried to swallow every single drop of semen, but there was so much that some of the semen spilled out and dripped onto my body.

Swallowing the semen in my mouth, I started to clean up the mess. Cleaning my younger brother’s penis was easy, I just had to use my mouth and my tongue. After sucking his penis a few more times, I ran my tongue all over it before tucking it back in his boxers. As for the semen on my body, I used my hands to gather them on my palm and then drink it down. Finally, I wiped my cum stained mouth and licked my palm clean.

I was done collecting my morning milk from my younger brother but I was still hungry for more. However, it was still too risky with my mother eating at the table, so I decided to wait. After a while, my mother and my brothers had finished eating and only father was still eating.

I kaçak iddaa silently crawled over to father’s seat while being careful not to make any noises. By then, he had already placed the newspaper on one side and was eating his breakfast. When I started his legs, his legs went tense for a moment but quickly relaxed.

Ever since I came back, I had been making love to both of my brothers and sometimes to both of them at the same time. On the other hand, it had been quite difficult for father and I to find time to make love with each other due to our different work commitments.

I buried my face into the fabric of his boxers as I deeply inhaled the scent that I sorely missed. The smell of the man who made me a woman on my eighteenth birthday filled my nostrils and sent signals into my brain.

I reached into his boxers and pulled out his penis. It was smaller than John’s but it was still my favorite. Taking my father’s penis in my mouth, I started sucking it. I could feel it getting harder in my mouth and knew that it was ready. I stopped sucking my father, stood up and faced my back toward him.

Father was surprised and wondered why I suddenly stopped. However, he soon realized the reason and tried to stop me. It was incredibly risky but I was too horny to think about anything else.

“Not here!” Father whispered, but I ignored him as I held his penis and positioned the tip of his penis at the entrance to my vagina.

As I lowered my lower body, I began to feel my father entering me. It was a wondrous feeling to have such an intimate moment with my father. It was even better than doing it with my brothers. The feeling of having my father’s penis penetrating my deepest place was so incredible that it took everything I had to stop myself from moaning.

However, we were taking too long. In the past, we would be taking our time and making love for the entire day. However, mother was in the kitchen and could come out at any time. We had to finish as soon as possible.

“Dad, you need to help me. Otherwise, we’re going to get caught,” I got up and whispered to my father.

As I bent over the dining table, my father understood what I meant. He stood up and entered me in one go. I was surprised by the sudden entry and almost moaned out.

“You’ve been a very naughty kaçak bahis girl, I should punish you,” father whispered in my ear.

I braced myself against the dining table as my father started to pound me from behind. I was feeling wave after wave of pleasure as my father’s penis slid in and out of my vagina. I lost count of the number of times I came, but it was really a miracle that I did not moan out.

At the moment, we did not care about anything else. So what if mother discovered us? It did not matter to us at that moment. We were relishing the blissful moment of the union between father and daughter.

However, all good things came to an end. I knew my father was going to come. His thrusts started to sped up and his breathing became ragged. He softly groaned as he released his semen inside of me. I could feel a warm feeling spreading throughout my lower regions as my father’s seeds filled me up.

The both of us collapsed onto the chair with my father still inside of me. I could still feel my his penis throbbing as it released another wave of sperms to impregnate me. We were lying there and enjoying the moment when a voice startled us.

“Aren’t you a little too old for this?” mother said.

I looked up to see mother looking down at me. I panicked and tried to explain myself but no words came out. Thankfully, she seemed to have misunderstood something.

“Honestly, if you really wanted to sit on your father’s lap, you should at least wait until you finished your breakfast… and make sure to put on some clothes first!” mother said while shaking her head.

Then, mother turned to father and said, “And you, you’re being too indulgent with her. She’s already 26 years old. She’s already past the age where she can sit on her father’s lap… even more so if she’s naked! As her father, don’t you think you should discipline her a little?”

Mother continued to nag for a while before she went back into the kitchen to continue washing the dishes. I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally left. I though I was done for but I guess normally someone would not think that their daughter was having sex with her husband.

I quickly took the chance when my mother’s back was facing us to stand up. My father’s semen was dripping out of my vagina as I made my way to my seat. I was going to personally see to my father’s cleaning up, but it was a little too risky and I was a little too shaken up. I quietly sat down to eat my breakfast as my father finished his breakfast and left the table.

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Lather , Lust Ch. 02 Pt. 02

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Stone returned to his office and had just sat down when joy came in.

He cheerily asked, “What’s up?”

She sat down then said, “Nothing I just came in to talk since you’re free for the rest of the day.”

He looked at her and thinking how well she filled out her 5’9″ frame. Her light green eyes accentuated her lovely smile. Stone always loved to talk with his gorgeous secretary, yet she was so much more to him. The memory of the first time he had style her light auburn hair came into his mind as he teasingly said, “What’s on your mind sexy?”

Her small frame twisted in her chair, her shoulder length hair flowed sensually over her shoulder as she said in a reluctant tone, “I have a younger sister. She used to be a model in France. But she’s still a virgin. And a few days ago while we were talking she told me she was too busy to date, and wondered if I knew someone honourable who could take away her virginity. And of course you came instantly to mind, so I told her I know the perfect man to do it.”

He grinned as he casually said, “Do you really want me to take your sister’s virginity?”

All reluctance left her voice as she said, “Hell yeah!”

Stone asked quizzically, “She’s never had a boyfriend?”

“She never really had the time to date.”

“Does she want me to do her hair also?”

“Yes she does.”

“Why don’t you go call her and see if she can come in today?” Joy got up and kissed him, and then she went to call her sister.

A few minutes later, she came back and gleefully announced, “She’ll be here in a couple of hours.” As she said this she came around the desk and sat on his lap.

Stone buried his face in her hair, taking the opportunity to inhale her scent. He tenderly rubbed her shoulders, making her relax so much that Stone could even see it.. After a short rub Stone’s hand just laid on her shoulders. At that point she twisted on his lap and placed a passionate kiss on his lips.

Stone’s hands moved to the back of her head, and played with her silky soft hair as he lovingly embraced her. Their eyes locked and Stone said, “It’s hard to believe that you’ve been with me since nineteen ninety four darling.” he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as he spoke.

She replied, “It was September 20th, nineteen ninety four when I came here looking for you.” Then she placed a kiss on his hand.

“I didn’t know that when I left the salon that you come looking for me.” He placed a kiss upon her lips as her heard her reply.

“I was in love with you and when you left without telling me I was hurt.” She placed her arms around his neck.

“I wasn’t allowed to talk to you before I left I tried but too many people stood between us.”

“I know when I found out what had happened I went to the owner and I beat the shit out of her I knew that you had moved to California. I began to search the net for any salons that you may have gone to plus I had other people looking also.”

“When I saw you walk into my salon I couldn’t believe my eyes I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” He said as he stroked her hair.

“I can still see you running across the salon and picking me up in your arms and kissing me,” Longing filled her as she kissed him passionately.

When their embrace broke he looked deeply in her eyes and lovingly asked as he played with her silky soft hair, “You were in love with me?”

“Yeah and I still am in love with you.” She answered as she rubbed the back of his neck softly.

Stone started to say something when there was a knock on the door. He quipped, ‘It’s open!”

Their faces turned to the door as it opened, a vision of beauty filled the frame. As Stone tried to recover from his initial reaction, the attractive woman walked into the room. Joy quickly got up from his lap and went over to her.

“This is my sister Candace,” she said as she hugged her stunning sister.

Stone gazed at 5’10” goddess as he tried to figure out how such an attractive woman could have issues finding a man. She was tall but slimly built; Stone put her weight around the 135lbs mark. bahis firmaları His gaze finally moved to her face. Her ice blue eyes locked with his. She exuded sexuality. And her light red hair, which hung below her ass, was seductive; the braid that it was formed into made her look just a little innocent.

Her outfit was very casual, a white t-shirt, short black jean shorts and navy blue jogging shoes, but on her it took your breath away. Stone realised that he had probably kept her waiting long enough, so he walked over to her and asked, “What can I do for you?” He took full advantage of his close proximity and softly stroked her hair as her waited for her answer.

Her eyes moved back to his face as she replied, “As you know from my sister, I’m a virgin and I want you to take that prize from me.”

“How do you want to lose it?” he asked as he caressed her ass.

“I want you to make love to my mouth, pussy and ass,” she answered as she moved closer to him.

“You do know it will hurt when I make love to your pussy and ass, don’t you?” He continued exploring her ass as her gaze into her eyes, awaiting the answer her already knew she would give him.

“I know, but I don’t care, I want you to be rough with me also,” she answered as she leaned against him.

Stone rubbed her ass more aggressively as he asked joy, “Will you be watching?” He stroked Candace’s hair as he spoke.

“Yes I’m going to video tape it so we can watch it later,” she answered then she went to get her camera. When Joy came back, he asked Candace to undress then he had her to sit down. As she sat there, he undressed then he looked over at Joy to see if she was ready to start tapping, that’s when he noticed that she was also naked.

Stone began to rub his dick over her face. He ran it across her lips while they were closed. When it had passed she tried to lick it. He moved it back so she could lick it, and she did. Stone let her lick the tip for a few seconds. She then opened her mouth and took his dick into it. He played with her hair as she sucked it.

She was just licking the tip and a few inches at that point, so Stone began to shove his dick slowly further down her throat. This caused her to gag. However he just kept going deeper, the further he shoved it down her throat the worse she would gag. He decided to give her a break when tears began to fill her eyes.

After he removed his dick from her mouth she began to cough, after she had stopped coughing he stuck his dick back into her mouth and tried to shove it down her throat again. Again she gagged so he pulled his cock back out.

He let her rest a few seconds the he tried again, but this time as shoved it down her throat Candace didn’t gag. Seeing this he began sliding his dick in and out of her mouth.

He fucked her mouth hard. Eventually he heard a soft noise from where joy had been standing, so he looked over, to find her that she was holding the camera in one hand, while she was playing with herself with her other one. Stone attention soon returned to the mouth that was now actively attacking his cock.

His Climax had been steadily nearing, and Stone was ready to cum, so he shoved his dick hard down her throat. This caused Candace to shut her eyes tightly in anticipation. His cum flowed down her throat as she massaged his balls. This caused him to cum even harder. Once he was spent he, unceremoniously, removed his dick from her mouth.

Candace said, “I thought for sure I was going to throw up before I got use to your dick going down my throat.” All the while he ran his had through her hair, and she played with his wet cock.

He was soon ready to move to the next faze. He had her to lie on the table that he used when he gave massages. Then he spread her legs, exposing her cherry hole. He moved between her legs and began to rub her wet pussy causing her to moan.

He leaned down then he began to kiss and lick her damp pussy causing her to gasp. He kissed and licked her pussy attentively, lapping up her now copious secretions. She was soon squirming from the assault on her inexperienced kaçak iddaa organs. Stone decided to move on and began to lick her clit; this made Candace squeal with delight.

The longer he licked her clit, the louder she squealed, Stone great joy in torturing Candace’s body with such divine pleasures. He kept her on the edge for the longest time, but he never let her get off. She was a good sport, but soon she couldn’t help herself, and was grinding her hips into his face trying to off.

Stone decided to give her was she needed, and laid himself on top of Candace. He cautiously rubbed his dick against her wet pussy. Soon finding the opening he was seeking. Now completely covering her, he placed his lips against her lips, and he began to passionately kiss. They shared a deeply satisfying French kiss.

As he kissed her he stuck, his dick into her pussy, but stopped when it reached her cherry. Then he pulled back out until only the tip of penis was in her. After a short pause he entered her again, and then pulled back out, he kept this up for what seemed like an eternity to Candace.

After a few minutes of toying with his newest conquest, he finally shoved his dick into her pussy hard, busting her cherry and making Candace screamed from the pain. Her face was contorted with pain for only a few moments before it filled with a blissful expression. Stone was now making love to her, her cherry gone forever, but the payoff well worth the price.

The longer he made love to her pussy the louder she screamed, but Stone just kept pounding into her now raw pussy. And after what seemed like hours to her, he finally began to fill her pussy with his cum. She climaxed as the torrent of sperm flooded her womb. He kept fucking her well after his balls had drained. But he finally stopped when her climax subsided.

He let her rest a few seconds before he pulled his dick out from her pussy; as his shaft exited her body he noticed that she was bleeding, a little. So he wetted a washcloth with cold water then, then held it against her sore pussy, she flinched and groaned at the unexpected frosty contact. As he held the washcloth against her pussy he saw that Joy had moved closer to Candace and was videoing her as she laid there.

When he removed the washcloth from her pussy he saw that it had stopped bleeding. Stone then thoroughly wiped the rest of her pussy clean with the cloth, and patted it dry. When he was done he motioned for Candace to get up. As she stood up, she looked at him and bravely said, “I didn’t know that you were going to rip my pussy out when you were making love to me.” Her voice trailed off as he noticed that she was rubbing her sore pussy.

He stroked her hair for a while, to permit her to recover a little. Then he looked at her and casually asked, “Are you ready to have your ass made love to?” He took the opportunity to explore her ass further as he awaited her response.

She impetuously asked, “Will it hurt as bad as it did when you made love to my pussy?”

Stone replied in a soft voice, “It will hurt but I can’t say how bad it will hurt though.” His hands massaged her ass cheeks even as he spoke.

Candace thought about it for a while then she looked at him and replied, “Let’s do it!” as she turned around and leaned over the table, sticking her ass up at him. His hands returned to her orbs, he kneaded them for a few seconds, slowly prying them apart. Her pucker flowered open ever so slightly as he toyed with her. Joy was taping the whole thing as she diddled herself. She had cum a few times while watching the show, but somehow managed to still keep filming.

Having rubbed her ass cheeks for a while, then he stuffed two of his fingers into a nearby jar of Vaseline, and greased up his dick. When he was done he ran the still greasy fingers over Candace’s rosebud. She shivered at the touch, but did not pull away, so he slowly ran the head of his dick against her asshole, further coating it with the petroleum jelly.

As he rubbed his dick against her asshole he played with her braided hair. He kept it for a few minutes, then he pull kaçak bahis on her braid jerking her head back as he shoved his dick up her ass violently.

“Oh god, my ass!” she hollered as his cock skewered deeply into her tight ass. Stone was not gentle as he began to pound into her freshly deflowered pucker. And with every thrust of his dick up her ass she screamed louder.

He kept yanking on her braid as he ruthlessly sodomised his secretaries whimpering sister. The longer he made love to her ass the more violently he pulled on her braid. Candace ‘s body had finally begun to accept the violation as Stoned pulled her head back as far as it would go and filled her bowels with his cum as she groaned loudly.

He kept pumping into her ass even after he had cum. But after a while he realised that she would not climax from it, so he removed his dick from her ass. Then he let go of her braid which caused her face to hit the table. Candace whimpered as Stone cleaned her ass.

When he was done he cleaned his own pole. Then he unceremoniously took her over to the chair and sat her down causing her to flinch and yelped as her sore ass touched the chair.

He then asked casually, “What would you like done to your hair?” He unbraided her hair as awaited her answer.

She answered, “I want it cut so that it’s below my shoulder then I want a curly perm in it.”

After her hair was unbraided, he combed and sectioned it off. Then he began to cut it. He worked quickly, and after he had finished cutting it her hair it hung below her shoulders. He then leaned her back and began to wet her hair, running his fingers through it. Her hair was quickly saturated and hung damply against her head. So he poured some shampoo onto it. Then he began to wash her hair as she played with his dick.

As he washed her hair, Candace massaged his dick and balls. She kept up her stimulation until she felt he was about to cum. As he began to rinse her hair she made him cum onto her breasts. After she had milked him for all he was worth she rubbed the copious mess over her glistening orbs. When stone finished rinsing her hair, he wrapped a towel around her head, and then he wetted a washcloth and lathered it up.

Keeping his professional demeanour he wiped his cum from her breasts like it was nothing special. Candace moaned as his fingers circled her nipples and the rough washcloth stimulated her aroused body. He then rinsed and dried her breasts meticulously. Sitting her up he unwrapped the towel from around her head and towelled off her hair until it was just slightly damp.

Picking up a blow dryer he proceeded to finish drying her hair. When it was thoroughly dry he combed and resectioned her hair. Then he rolled her hair up on small perm rods. When that was complete he placed some cotton strips around her hairline and ears then he saturated her hair with the perming solution. He turned on the dryer and set the timer for thirty minutes.

Joy was still naked, but she had stopped filming. He decided to walk over to her. Upon reaching her he took her into his arms, and placed a profound kiss on her lips as he fondled her fine ass as she played with his ass.

He whispered into her ear, “After she leave I’m going to make love to you so much that you’ll walk funny for weeks,” then he kissed it.

After the timer had went off he leaned Candace back, then he began to rinse her hair while it was still in the roller. After her hair was rinsed he wrapped a towel around her head then he sat her back up. He patted her hair dry the he began to unroll it. After her hair was unrolled he work some curl enhancing gel through her damp hair. Then he picked up a blow dryer with a diffuser attached to it then he began to dry her hair as he styled it with a hair pick.

When her hair was dry, he used the hair pick on it once more then he turned her to face the mirror so she could see herself.

When she saw how curly her hair was she jump up from the chair and hugged him as she said, “I love it this is what I wanted.” Then she kissed him.

Candace soon got dressed, hugged Stone once again, then she hugged her still naked sister. Then as she headed out she turned and looking back at them said, “You were so right sis he is the best at love making.” Then she left, closing the door behind herself

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Late Night Wake Up Ch. 01

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“Please don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine” Alex said into the phone.

“Hey, I’m your big brother. It’s my job to worry. I hate thinking about you all alone at your place with all the shit that’s being going on in your neighborhood. Are you sure you don’t want to crash at my place? I’ll be out of town until Monday and I’m sure John wouldn’t mind having you there. Plus he rarely makes it home on the weekends.” Chris suggested in a hopeful voice.

Alex sighed. Her big brother had always been over protective of her. She wouldn’t have dreamed about telling him of the string of recent robberies that had taken place in her neighborhood but he had seen a short piece about it on the news and called her.

“It’s fine really. I don’t want to impose on you or John.”

“You’re being ridiculous. It would really give me some piece of mind.” Chris pleaded.

“Fine! You win. It’s not worth arguing over.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. The spare bedroom has fresh sheets, and help yourself to whatever is in the fridge.”

20 minutes later Alex was in her car driving over to Chris’s place. A small part of her was relieved that he had suggested this. Truth be told she’d been having problems falling asleep the past couple nights. Every little noise made her jump with fright thinking it was someone trying a doorknob or sliding open a window.

Alex lucked out and found a spot to park on the street not far from Chris’s house. She grabbed her small overnight bag out of the passenger seat and hurried up the driveway. All the lights inside were off confirming Chris’s assurances that John most likely wasn’t home.

She made her way inside, flicking on some lights as she passed through the hall and into the living room.

“Anybody home?” she called out tentatively. It was only 9 but she didn’t want to wake John up if he was already in bed.

She dropped her bag off in the spare bedroom then went back to the living room. It was too early for bed so she turned the TV on and began flipping through the channels. She stopped at a movie channel playing Casablanca. It was one of her favorites and she curled up contentedly on the couch.

She absolutely loved old movies and musicals. People would often joke that she had been born in the wrong era. She loved the big band swing music of the 1940s and had an astounding collection of black and white films. She even looked the part. Her body, while slightly heavier than the current fashion, was reminiscent of the pin-up girls so popular during WW II and she styled her long brown hair and dressed in a way that screamed old Hollywood.

Alex sighed as the movie ended. She grabbed her toiletry bag out of the guest bedroom and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 15 minutes later she was crawling under the covers. She fell asleep almost instantly, the previous week of restless nights taking it’s toll.

**

The smell of fresh coffee and the sound of the shower running pulled John out of his sleep. He groaned when he looked at the clock on his bedside table. Jesus, it was only 7:30 what the fuck was Chris doing awake at this time?

He’d gone out with a bunch of buddies from work yesterday and as usual had way too much to drink before stumbling home. Normally he would have been stumbling home to someone else’s place, but last night he just hadn’t been in the mood.

He tried unsuccessfully to fall back asleep but finally gave up. He reluctantly got out of bed and stretched, moaning as his tight muscles loosened slowly.

He walked to the kitchen not bothering to pull on any clothes over his black boxer briefs. He was downing his second glass of water when he heard the shower turn off. A few minutes later he heard the door open, signaling that it was his turn to use the bathroom. He walked down the hall only to collide with someone who was most definitely not Chris.

A shrill feminine scream reached his ears causing him to wince. He looked down to find Alex, Chris’s kid sister clutching a towel around her and breathing heavily.

“Oh my God John, you scared me half to death.” Alex said as she tried to control her breathing.

“Hey Alex. What are you doing here?”

“Chris didn’t tell you I was coming over?” She asked. “Typical. He wanted me to stay here because of all the break-ins going on lately around my place. I hope it’s not a problem.” She quickly explained.

“No he didn’t tell me, but don’t worry about it, you’re always welcome here.”

“Thanks, and sorry for screaming. I didn’t realize you were home.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He flashed her a quick grin. His eyes made a slow pass over her damp body.

“I’m, uh, just going to go get dressed.” Alex stammered, blushing slightly.

The hallway was narrow and she grazed him slightly while passing. That little bit of contact sent an electric tingle through John.

He’d always thought she was gorgeous but Chris had told him in no uncertain terms that she was of limits. Still a guy could dream… bahis firmaları He closed the bathroom door and turned the shower on quite a bit colder than normal. The image of Alex’s curvy body wrapped only in a tiny towel burned into his mind.

**

Alex leaned back against the bedroom door and took several deep breaths. She had not expected John to be here. She’d had developed a crush on John when she moved to the city six years ago for college. For the first few months here she thought that maybe he had feelings for her too, but he never made a move and she had eventually moved on.

One look at him in his boxer briefs was enough to make those old feelings come rushing back. The man was sexy, no doubt about it, and there was something about his crooked grin that made her feel weak in the knees.

“Get a grip!” she whispered to herself before pushing off the door and getting dressed.

She was sitting at the kitchen table sipping on her second cup of coffee when John entered the room.

“So are you hanging around here for the day?” he asked.

“I was planning on it. If that’s not a problem… I have a bunch of tests to grade.”

“Sure, no worries. How’s teaching going? You teach high school chemistry right?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

John let out a light laugh and shook his head.

“Hey, what’s that for?”

“I’m just imagining the student/teacher fantasies you must inspire.”

“Ugh, I’d really rather not think of that.” She groaned. “What are your plans for the day?”

John shrugged “Nothing really, I have some running around to do this morning. Then there’s a game on so I’ll probably watch that”

When John returned Alex was still sitting at the table grading papers. The rest of the afternoon went by in companionable silence. Alex sat working while John parked himself in front of the TV. She couldn’t help herself from stealing little glances of him every once in a while. She found it endearing when he yelled at the TV in frustration or stood up and cheered when his team scored.

Around dinnertime he approached her at the table. “Still working hard I see”

“I am a master procrastinator so I had quite a build up of stuff” she explained.

“Want to do pizza tonight? Then maybe watch a movie?”

“Oh, sure that would be nice.”

An hour later they were sitting on the couch working their way through a large pizza and arguing over which movie to watch.

“I don’t do scary movies. Sorry, not going to happen.” Alex said stubbornly.

“Aw, come on. I’ll keep you safe.” John promised. He got up and turned off the lights then motioned for her to sit by him. It was the oldest trick in the book but he was still thrilled when she cuddled up under his arm.

The movie started and John couldn’t help laughing at her reactions. The littlest thing made her scream and at one point he looked down at her to find her with her eyes closed tight and plugging her ears. He laughed quietly as he pried her hands away.

“You really are bad at this. Although I have to say I’ve never seen anyone plug their ears during a movie.”

Alex glared up at him as she explained. “Sometimes I think the scary music is the worst part. I’m probably going to have nightmares tonight, so I hope you’re happy.”

“Come on the movie wasn’t even that scary!”

“Matter of opinion. Are you willing to stay up and watch a Disney movie with me to take my mind off it?” She asked teasingly.

“Not happening. But what you’re saying is that you need a distraction to help you sleep tonight. Is that right?”

Alex nodded her head and bit her bottom lip. John didn’t think before lowering his lips to hers. She moaned softly against him and deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his. John roughly pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him before kissing over her jaw and down her neck. His hands slid down her body to the soft swell of her hips and then reality hit him.

He pulled away quickly. “Shit, I’m sorry. That was out of line.” He said as he gently pushed her off his lap and back on the couch. He could see the confusion in her eyes so felt obligated to explain. “Look, I think you’re great but Chris is my best friend and he threatened me with bodily harm if I ever made a move on you.”

Alex pouted at him, but he wasn’t going to give in. He wasn’t the relationship kind and she was worth more than a quick fuck. Plus Chris really would castrate him is he treated her like a one nightstand.

“I’m sorry.” John repeated before leaving the room.

**

It was two hours later and Alex couldn’t sleep. She kept replaying their kiss again and again in her mind. She wanted him, he clearly wanted her so what was the problem? She wasn’t about to let some warning from her brother stop her from feeling those lips again. She’d just have to break through his resistance. She threw back the covers, a plan forming in her mind.

Alex had never done anything like this and couldn’t help the small giggle kaçak iddaa that escaped her lips and she slid into her black lace panties and matching bra. Oh well, no time like the present. She debated putting a robe on over her risky attire but decided against it before opening her door and walking silently into the hallway.

Removed from the safety of her bedroom the reality of what she was about to do caught up with her. She stood outside his door silently debating, go in or go back to bed? Her hand hovered on the doorknob for a few seconds before she slowly turned it and slipped into his room. An affectionate smile played on her lips as she took in his sleeping form.

He was clad only in a pair of boxer briefs, navy this time, and sprawled out on his back. The sheets were half on the floor suggesting he’d been having a restless sleep. He looked so vulnerable in this moment Alex felt she could stand there for hours just watching him.

She tiptoed forward until she reached the bed. After taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she gently straddled him then leaned forward until she could press playful kisses to his lips, neck, and chest.

Her hands began to roam over his sculpted chest, he moaned lightly in his sleep and Alex thrilled at the sound. She could see consciousness slowly breaking through as she continued her attack.

“What the…” John got out before Alex pressed her lips to his. His hands automatically went to her hips as he kissed her back with abandon before pulling back.

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I want you, and I’m pretty sure you want me…”

She began to roll her hips over his, loving the feeling of his growing erection pressing into the fabric of her panties.

John groaned before pulling her back down for a kiss. He finally lost control and let his hand wandered up to her breasts. He reached behind her to unclip her bra and sighed as the heavy globes fell forward. John continued to kiss her as his hands teased her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. Alex moaned against his mouth and pushed her chest forward craving more of his touch.

In an instant he had their positions reversed. Her body writhing beneath him as he hovered above her.

“Put you hands over you head.”

Alex thrilled at his commanding tone and did as ordered. She watched his eyes darken as they roamed over her exposed body.

His mouth latched onto her nipple sucking the sensitive peak into his mouth. Her back arched against him trying to force more of her into his mouth. One hand fondled her other breast while the other made a slow trail down her body.

John released her from his mouth and took in the sight before him. She was so beautiful, hands above her head totally at his mercy. Her breath was coming in quick gasps, her chest rising. His hand made it’s way down her stomach until it touched the soft lace of her panties. He looked deep into her eyes as his fingers snaked below them and into her slick folds. She was so wet he groaned, loving that it was him that had made her this way.

He gently parted her lips as his fingers explored her hot centre. He played over her clit making her gasp before going lower. His fingers circled her entrance until her hip started pushing against him, only then did he allow one finger to slide slowly into her.

“Oh, my God” Alex moaned above him. Her hips were thrusting, trying to get his invading finger deeper. John slowly withdrew his finger and brought it up to her mouth. She gave him a coy look before sucking the offered finger into her mouth and licking it clean.

All the blood in John’s body went straight to his dick. The sensation of her sucking her juices off his finger was almost more than he could bear.

He pulled his finger out of her mouth and kissed her hungrily for a few moments before moving his head down her body. He attacked her right nipple, sucking and lightly biting until she whimpered; only then did he turn his attention to the other breast. He kissed over her ribs and down her stomach, pausing to flick his tongue into her belly button making her squirm.

He licked at the top of her panties before hooking his fingers in them and slowly sliding them down her silky legs. John sat up on his knees, holding one of Alex’s legs up by his head. He placed gentle kisses on the arch of her foot before kissing a trail up her calf. His leisurely path took him up her leg, to the back of her knee and finally up her creamy thigh.

Alex could feel him warm breath on her inner thigh. She held her breath as his fingers opened her up. She felt extremely exposed and vulnerable with her hand tangled in the sheets above her head. Just when she thought she would die if he didn’t touch her his hot tongue licked up her slit. She moaned loudly and pushed her hips up begging for more.

John placed his hands on her hips holding her still as his clever tongue explored her. She brought her hands down to tangle in his hair, just then he pulled his head kaçak bahis up.

“Alex, I thought I told you to put your hands up over your head?” He growled against her. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to tie you up?”

If she was wet before, now she was drenched. His controlling words thrilled her in a way she didn’t know was possible. She’d been in two serious relationships before but both guys had been pretty vanilla. There had certainly never been any talk of restraints before.

She reluctantly drew her hands up above her head again. Fisting them in the sheets to prevent her from pushing his mouth against soaking sex. Part of her wondered what would happen if she disobeyed him, would he really tie her up?

John lowered his head again. He alternated between tongue fucking her tight hole and sucking her clit into his mouth to flick it with his tongue. Alex could feel herself loosing control. She was writhing beneath him trying to force him to put more pressure on her aching clit but she was no match for his strong arms holding her hips down.

“Please” she gasped. She was so close, her orgasm building inside her.

John pulled his head up slightly “Please what Alex? What do you want?” he asked while nipping at her thigh.

She lifted her head to glare down at him “What are you doing? Don’t stop!” She practically cried. Alex couldn’t believe he had the audacity to stop when she was so close.

“Tell me what you want”

“Please… please you have to let me cum”

“Do you want to me make you come apart with my tongue?” He asked, barely containing his grin as she struggled against him.

“Yes, yes. Please. Use you tongue, I can’t take it anymore” she begged.

John wasn’t going to deny her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, her moans urging him on. He poised two fingers at her wet hole and lightly bit her clit as he pushed them in. Her orgasm rippled through her, her pussy muscles milking his fingers as her sweet honey flooded his mouth.

Her legs had clamped his head in place and her hips were bucking against him as she rode out her orgasm. He continued to lick her until she finally calmed down. Then slid up her body to take her mouth for a hot kiss.

Alex pulled away from the kiss. “You don’t play fairly” she accused him.

“Never said I did sweetheart”

“Just so you know, pay back’s a bitch.” She warned him with a sly grin.

“Mmmm… can’t wait.” John chuckled against her lips.

Alex brought her hands down and gave them free rein to wander over John’s sculpted body. She’d always had a thing for backs and took her time running her fingers over his shoulders and strong back all the way down to his ass.

One hand slipped around and under his boxer briefs. She lightly caressed his swollen cock, loving the feeling of the silky smooth skin gliding beneath her fingers. She stroked up and down a few times and was rewarded by his growl against her mouth. Her hand went lower to cup his balls as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

John was ready to explode. “You’re killing me.” he groaned into her ear.

Alex spread her legs wide and thrust her hips up into him. That was all the invitation John needed. He quickly pushed his boxers down and then leaned over to grab a condom from his bedside table. Alex was looking up at him, biting her lower lip and writhing beneath him with impatience.

John sheathed himself and then guided his almost painful erection to her waiting sex. He nudged at her opening. Alex moaned below him, she had her eyes closed and her head resting to one side. She looked sexy as hell but he wanted to look into her eyes when he entered her. He reached up to intertwine his fingers with hers above her head, holding her captive.

“Alex, look at me.”

Alex slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. It took every bit of his willpower but he forced himself to go slow. Teasing her with just the first couple inches of himself until she was thrusting her hips up at him, desperate for him to go in deeper. He wanted her to beg for this too.

“John…Please…” Alex whimpered.

“Haven’t you learnt that you need to be more specific.” he teased, lowering his head to nip at her throat.

“Please, I want you so badly.”

“You want what?”

“I need you… I need your dick inside me” she moaned.

John lifted his head to look into her eyes one more time as he finally pushed into her tight hole. Alex cried out beneath him and arched her back. He wished he could capture this exact moment on film. She brought her legs up around his waist allowing him to go deeper.

He kept his thrusts at a slow even pace loving how her hips rose to meet him. Soon it was too much and he picked up the pace. He released her hands so he could brace himself on the bed and add more power to each thrust. Her high soft moans and his deeper ones mingled with the slapping sounds of their bodies meeting.

John bent his head to capture one of her nipples, sucking the sensitive peak into his mouth. He wasn’t going to last much longer and hoped Alex was getting close. Each time he withdrew his cock her pussy muscles squeezed around him as if reluctant to let him go.

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We are in the dark bar with round tables throughout the room with a big dance floor right in front of the stage where the salsa band is playing. The majority of the people there are on the dance floor. We sit down at a table on the far side of the dance floor where we can watch all of the sexy people dancing. I glance to my left at the next table. There’s a guy sitting alone, watching the dancers. I happen to glance down and notice a silver stiletto sticking out from under the table cloth, which touches the floor. I squeeze my husbands hand, and whisper in his ear for him to look.

“She’s sucking his cock under there.” I say, letting my lips rub against his ear as I breathe the words.

“What a wonderful idea they have,” he says, “come on.” He grabs my hand and walks over to the guy and sits a seat away from him at the 5 seater table. He pulls on my arm, hinting that I should join her. As I’m cautiously sliding under, I hear him speak to the guy.

The girl under the table stops quickly as she notices my presence. But I see him pet her head and pull her closer to his cock. I wink at her as I slip my husbands cock from his slacks. It bounces out, fully erect already anticipating my touch. She smiles and licks the head of her guys cock. She is a gorgeous girl with golden brown hair tied up neatly, a silver very low cut dress is pulled to each side exposing her full breasts and erect nipples that she is playing with. Her small mouth begins to devour the cock as she is watching me kiss and lick on my husbands eager dick.

We suck and lick on our men’s cocks as we watch each others enjoyment. Her leg moves over to me, I feel her rubbing it along my calf and I return the favor to let her know I’m enjoying it. I watch her pull and rub her nipple.

I release bahis firmaları his cock and begin licking and sucking on his balls and doing so I push my ass out. I’m on my knees stroking his cock with one hand, holding my self up with the other. I’m sucking and licking his balls and I know my ass is probably half out of this short ass red mini dress I’m wearing. Just as I think that I feel her hand rubbing up my thigh. By now my pussy is drenched and I know she can feel the heat. I again take his cock in my mouth and I see her stroking the guys cock with her left hand as she is inching her right hand towards my pussy. I moan against my husbands shaft and he puts his hand in my hair guiding my head around his cock. Fucking my mouth faster and faster.

Her fingers find my wet, hot cunt and she doesn’t hesitate to dive right in. She is fucking my pussy deep with two fingers as she jacks him off faster. I continue moaning and sucking as I push my pussy harder against her hand. I see his cum gushing out straight into her open mouth she covers his cock with her hot mouth until his cum is dripping from her chin. Once he is done she moves closer to me and lifts my dress even more, completely exposing my ass, she pulls my thong over a little more and just as her tongue finds my hot pussy I feel his cock pulsate, he grabs my head and pulls it harder to him, as his hot cum spurts down my throat. I’m moaning against him as she licks and sucks my pussy. I’m so close to cumming, she fucks me faster and harder until i cum all over her face. I feel her suck at my wet hole. Licking and sucking as she cleans up all my cum. I reach up and squeeze her breast and give her hard nipple a good pinch. I grab it between my teeth and she moans but stops me.

“All in time,” she says, “Lets get kaçak iddaa out of here first.”

I grab my husbands hand and he pulls me up next to him and smiles. I glace over and she is kissing her man deep and sloppy. I know he can taste my pussy juices on her tongue. My husband gives me a sweet, sexy kiss. Pushing his tongue in my mouth for a second. Then he says, “Did you enjoy that?” I smile and nod.”So did I.” he says, “your next.”

I wonder if he knows I’ve already had my turn? I look over at the sexy girl, she is sitting right next to my husband now. Right between the two men. Her guy looks at me and licks his lips.

Just then, she giggles and asks my husband, “Mind if I steal your girl for a dance?” she winks at him.

“By all means,” he says handing over my hand with a silly grin.

She grabs my hand and pulls me out onto the dance floor. Her breast press against mine in the crowd of people on the dance floor. She is more grinding her body against mine than she is dancing, but I’m not complaining.

I wrap my hands around her waist feeling her hips move to the music. I notice a few stares from the people around us. There’s not much room to dance properly to the salsa band, but I’m moving my hips along with hers. She whispers in my ear, “I’m so hot, I just want to grind my pussy against yours.”

“Ladies room?” I offer. She grins and pulls on my hand, guiding me through the crowd. I glance back to my husband and see him nod and smile at me. I turn my attentions back to her, she has my hand pressed to her hip, holding it there as we walk through.

I feel the people’s body rub against me and one mans hand rub my ass. We make it through and just as we do i pinch her ass and she giggles. we get to the crowded bathroom and find a stall. kaçak bahis I immediately pull aside her dress so I see those gorgeous tits again. I start to suck and lick her nipples while i pull up the hem of her dress.

Of course she doesn’t have any panties on and her juices are flowing down her thighs. I can smell her sweet pussy as i rub two fingers against her drenched slit. she moans in my ear, “Will you finger fuck me please? I want to feel your fingers inside me. I don’t hesitate to slip one finger in. She is so tight i feel her grip my finger as i slide it in and out i push another finger in and curl them up as i fuck her tight little cunt. she moans and says “that’s it mmmm.” she grinds her pussy against my hand.

I kneel down, forgetting that anyone may notice, I start flicking her clit with my tongue. She tastes so good, i push my mouth over her clit sucking it as her moans get louder. My fingers move faster and deeper as I feel her cunt spasm into orgasm. Her hands move to press my face harder against her. Locking me in place as she cums all over my fingers.

I stay locked in place, sucking on her clit, fingers against her G spot, until I feel her coming back down. She relaxes against me and I pull my fingers out and she pulls them up to lick them clean. I suck her pretty little cunt getting a mouthful of her juices. Then I kiss her deep, our tongues massaging each other, both of us tasting her sweetness.

I put her dress back in place after take a quick pinch at her nipples. And we open the door to find 3 women staring at us faces looking a bit flushed. We smile lick our lips as they watch us walk out.

When we get back to the table the men seem anxious.

“Jared here has invited us back to thier place from some drinks dear.” my husband says.

“Sweet, I’m ready when you are.” I glace at her and say, “i never caught your name?”

“Its ok cause you caught much more than my name.” we laugh, “It’s Kayla.”

to be continued……

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How I Met My Wife

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At some point in the future my wife and our kids and I are going to be sitting around talking and our kids are going to ask me how I met their mother. I’ve already decided that I’m going to have to lie to them because a lie would be so much easier for them to believe than the truth.

The truth is that I met Beth at a party in college. I don’t think I’ll mind telling my kids that part, but what I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell them is that Beth and I didn’t even know each other’s names until after she had given me a blowjob in front of around 100 people that were at the party.

Here’s how it happened.

It was the spring of my senior year in college, there was just one more week until finals. My former girlfriend had dumped me three months before and I was still down in the dumps about it. A friend of mine convinced me to go to the knock down drag out end of year party that his frat was having.

Well I wasn’t in much of a party mood, so I figured I’d just go and hang out for a few hours then split. ankara escort The party was already going when I got there so I found a spot on one of the couches and started talking to some people that I knew.

I don’t recall having that much to drink so I’m still not sure if I passed out or if I just fell asleep, but one minute it was a little after 8:00 and I was alone on the couch, the next then I know I open my eyes to find a beautiful brunette sucking and stroking my cock.

I could see the clock on the wall, and it said that it was 11:30 so I knew that I’d been out for quite awhile. The thing I didn’t know was how the hell did I end up with a chick’s mouth on my cock?

It took me a few seconds to realize that the party was still going on, and as I looked around I noticed that pretty much everybody in the room was staring at us as I sat there and she worked on my cock. I thought about pushing her off of me, but it felt so damn good that I didn’t want her to stop.

I shifted a little in my seat escort ankara and she looked up and saw that I was awake and she smiled around my cock but she kept working on it. After about ten more minutes she brought me off in her mouth, stood up and turned to show everyone my cum in her mouth to a round of thunderous applause.

I sat there dumbfounded by the whole thing, but then the girl turned back around, reached down, put my cock back in my pants and sat on my lap.

“Hi, I’m Beth.” Beth said with a giggle.

“I’m Rob.” I said.

“Hi Rob, it’s very nice to know the name that goes with the cock.” Beth said giggling again.

“Not that I’m going to complain, but how is it that you ended up, you know…doing that?” I asked.

“Well, some of my friends of mine and I saw you sitting over here all passed out and we were worried that you’d had too much to drink. We asked around to see if anybody knew you. A few guys said that they knew you and they told us about the way your ex cheated on you. ankara escort bayan We all felt sorry for you, then the guys old us that you had the biggest cock in the place. We were curious just how big it was and kept asking them to tell us how big it was. Finally one of the guys said that one of us girls should just come over here and find out, but that if we touched it to find out how big it was that we had to suck it.” Beth said.

“So you sucked my dick just because you and your friends wanted to see how big it was?” I asked.

“Uh huh, and I’d say they were right. I doubt any of the other cocks here came close to yours. Once they saw it the other girls were so jealous that I got to suck it instead of them.” Beth said.

“So now what do we do?” I asked.

“Now we go back to my apartment and spend the rest of the night fucking.” Beth said.

“That sounds pretty good to me.” I said.

We spent much more than the rest of that night fucking. I proposed to Beth four days later and we’ve been together ever since.

I think when they ask how I met their mother I’ll tell the kids that we were set up on a blind date, I’m definitely not gonna tell them that their mother had swallowed my cum before either of us knew the other’s name.

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How I Earned My A

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It wasn’t all that difficult. I did my homework. Well, no. I did not read the text and take notes and all that crap. That is for squares. The homework I did was getting info about the prof who taught the course. Any fool can read and take notes and study. It takes real skill to find a man’s weakness and to exploit it.

Professor Robert Littlejohn was middle aged and looked OK on the TV monitor in class. Yeah. A fucking TV monitor. That’s what we watched, all 2500 of us slobs in Intro to Social Science. He had student assistants in each classroom that handed out tests and made sure we did not do our nails or read a newspaper in class.

I was bored, bored, bored and on the way to failing this idiot class when I decided to do something about it, like get off my ass and find out this guy’s weaknesses and use them to my advantage.

I did some snooping and found out he was married, had three kids, all girls, lived in a house he probably paid too much for, and was on the short list to make tenure this year.

I got his phone number from the faculty directory and made my first call to his house a few weeks before finals, which I knew I was going to fail. My goal was to find out how he and his wife got along. If they were lovey dovey I was going to have to alter that and if they were not, well, so much for the better; less work for me and a faster path to my goal, an A in this stupid class.

“Hi. Is Professor Littlejohn there?” I asked sweetly when a woman answered the phone. I got my first clue about their relationship when the receiver was banged down so hard it hurt my ear.

“It’s for you, lover. One of your sweet young things wants to talk with you.”

My confidence went up 100 percent when I heard this. When Littlejohn came on the phone I asked him something stupid just to get him to talk. I kept asking him questions about the class, making sure we stayed on the line a good fifteen minutes.

I called again a couple of nights later and went through the same routine. I wish I had been a fly on the wall that night after we hung up.

I called again the next night and told him I was sorry if I was causing him any problems with his wife but that I was really concerned about my grade in his class. I made an appointment to see him the next afternoon.

I dressed carefully for my appointment; shortest skirt I owned, peasant blouse-you know the kind that are off the shoulder and scooped out in front. When I leaned forward to check myself in the morror my tits almost fell out. Of course I did not wear a bra.

My pussy was juicing when I knocked on his office door. I slid inside his office and closed the door behind me, pushing in the little knob that locked the door. I swiveled my way to the chair by his desk when he told me to sit down.

I crossed my legs slowly when I sat down, giving him a good look up my thighs to my panties; a pair of black bikinis that barely covered my puss. I felt I had him when his eyes followed my legs as if they were on a string. Tits and ass will get to a man every time had been my motto ever since I found out that men liked what I had.

I leaned forward, letting my blouse gap open, my tongue sliding along my red lips making them shine. “I’m worried about my grade,” I told him, a soulful look on my face and a catch in my voice.

Littlejohn didn’t know whether to stare at my tits, exposed almost to my nipples, or my thighs, open wide enough to keep my bikini panties in view or my mouth, all soft and round and moist.

He hrumpted a couple of times and looked up my grades after getting my student number. His hands were shaking as he ran a finger down the printout-yeah, a computer printout listing ankara escort students by number not name. That’s how much the university thought of us; numbers, tuition paying numbers.

He groaned when he saw the string of Ds and Fs by my student number. I thought he was going to cry when he told me it was going to be difficult to pass with these grades.

I leaned forward and put a hand on his knee. I swear there were tears in my eyes and I had the most earnest look I could create on my face when I told him I just had to pass to keep my scholarship and that my parents would just kill me if I failed.

His cock was tenting his pants and I knew I had him when he did not push my hand away. He just stared at my tits and crotch as I slid my hand up his thigh until I had it pressed to his hard cock.

He licked his lips as he stared at me and some vestige of ethical crap flickered over his face as he looked at my face, telling me I just needed to study.

I squeezed his cock and stood up, spinning his chair around as I did. I pushed my panties down and off and unzipped his fly and had his cock out before he knew what was happening. Well. He knew what was happening. His eyes were on my tits and crotch the whole time.

I straddled his lap and grabbed his cock and rubbed it along my wet slit, wetting it enough so I could feed it into my hot pussy. I put my mouth on his when he opened it to make some sort of last stand and that ended his resistance.

His cock, not the smallest I have had but no monster, slid inside me and I put my pussy to work. If there is one thing I know it is how to use the muscles in my vagina that God gave women.

I slid my tongue into his mouth and put his hands on my tits as I settled down on his cock. He sort of sighed and massaged my tits as I tongue fucked his mouth and lifted and lowered my body, fucking his hard meat slowly, letting my pussy squeeze and massage his cock.

He shot off in a couple of minutes. I knew he would and was not disappointed that I had not made it but used my talent to get him hard again. I pulled my mouth off his and kissed and licked an ear, whispering into his ear, letting my warm breath heat him up.

“That was nice, but now we are going to have a nice long fuck. Suck on my tits while I fuck you and I’ll make it too.”

He was like a little boy in a candy store. I mean, he went after my tits hard. He sucked and licked them until I thought he was going to suck them off me. My tits are not all that big, 34C, but they are nicely shaped with nice nipples to match. I tell you he worked them over.

I held had my hand behind his head holding his mouth to me in case he decided he wanted to say something stupid and put a finger on my clit and masturbated myself as I fucked him.

This was a very satisfying fuck. I love to have my tits sucked and licked and Littlejohn did a great job. When he shot off this time I was right behind him. Man. It felt good. Not only was I getting a grade, I was also getting off. I liked this so much I used my puss to get him hard again and we fucked for the third time.

I was ready for more but I could not coax another hardon from him. I just told him to suck my tits while I played with myself until I got off again. I think he was surprised at what I was doing. I don’t know how he and his wife get it on but he sure didn’t seem to know shit about how to satisfy a woman.

I got off his lap and wiped my puss with some tissues and started to put on my panties. When I saw the way he looked at them I gave them to him as a souvenir.

I kissed him and asked if I was going to pass his course and he nodded, “I can manage to get you passed, Sonia, barely.”

Hey. escort ankara That was good enough for me.

But I said in the title I got an A, so you know there is more to the story. A week before the finals my phone rang. It was Littlejohn. He asked if I wanted to improve my grade and you know what I told him. I was staying with my sis in an apartment off campus and I told Littlejohn to come over that afternoon. Sis worked and would be gone until five. I figured that would give me time to get an A out of Littlejohn.

He showed up at one on the dot. I came to the door wearing a robe whose material was so thin it was as if I wasn’t wearing anything, a pair of panties, and that was it. I figured there was no sense wasting time getting undressed when we both knew why he was there.

It made my puss pulse the way he looked at me, sort of hungry like, his eyes darting from my crotch to my tits, which, I must say were nice looking, standing out firm and fresh high on my chest, my nipples hard as stones.

I gave him a big kiss, letting my body rub all over his and then led him into my bedroom. I sat on the bed while he pulled off his clothes, enjoying the way he kept his eyes on my tits and crotch. It makes a girl feel good to see a man appreciate her assets.

His cock was dripping precum and was standing up hard and flat against his tummy. I just knew we were going to have a good time. I asked him if he liked having my panties around and he almost drooled when he said yes.

“Did you masturbate with them?” I asked him, letting my hand run up my thighs t my crotch.

He nodded and I asked him what he was thinking when he did. His face turned red and this intrigued me. “Were you thinking naughty thoughts when you jacked off with my panties?”

He nodded and his eyes were now glued to my crotch. I pushed my panties off and fingered my puss and asked him what naughty thoughts he had.

My puss creamed when he told me he had thought of getting his mouth on my puss. I gave him a come hither look and opened my legs, scooting back on the bed. “I’m ready. I like the way you think, “I told him.

And he was ready. Man. Did it ever feel good when he kneeled down between my legs. He took his time like he had been thinking about this a long time.

He kissed and licked my thighs, his hands playing with my tittles. I felt my pussy pulsing when he kissed and licked me at the crease that separated my pussy from my thighs. God it felt good.

He kissed my pussy lips and then sucked them into his mouth, letting his tongue lick up and down them all the while he was sucking on them. I’ve had my pussy eaten, but this really turned me on. Most men do it a little just to make a woman feel good. Littlejohn went after my pussy as if he was eating a gourmet meal.

I closed my eyes and just let the good feelings roll over my body. He shoved his tongue between my lips and as far into my puss as he could get it. I put my hand behind his head and held his mouth there, fucking at his face as I did. It felt so good to push my puss against his mouth and feel him respond the way he did.

I can feel it now, the way he shoved his head between my thighs, his tongue hammering at my pussy like his life depended on it. I put a finger on my clit and rubbed it as he fucked my pussy with his tongue and soon I was creaming.

I mean. It was heaven. I think that orgasm filled my entire body and when he sucked my cream out of my puss and swallowed it I felt like a million. Awesome. Truly awesome was how it felt to have him there between my thighs sucking and licking at my pussy making sure he got every last drop of my cum.

When he finished ankara escort bayan cleaning me good he ran his tongue between my lips and found my clit. Oh. I tell you, he worked it over. His tongue went up and down and round and round my hard clit until I was read to cream again. And I did and he cleaned me up again.

I figured this was the end of the preliminaries and he was going to get his hard rod into me now but he didn’t. I felt my whole body shiver when he put his mouth around my clit and began to suck on it. It and out past his lips went my clit until I was again soaring.

It felt so good. I clamped my thighs against his cheeks and held his mouth to my pussy with my hands behind his head. My whole body was shaking and jerking from the climax. When I finished jerking around my thighs flopped open. I scratched his head with my fingernails and told him he was the best lover a woman could ever want.

I rubbed a thigh along his cheek and he turned his head and kissed it, letting his hands wander over my body. He kissed my thigh all over and then began to kiss it neared my pussy. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen again but it did. He kissed my puss and licked it and started to suck on my clit again.

God. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. That wonderful man stayed there for an hour before he finally pulled himself up and fucked me and I mean fucked. He rammed his cock into me as if his life depended on it, telling me all the while how much he loved eating my pussy and how he had wanted to do it ever since I left his office and that he wanted to keep on doing it after today.

I rubbed my clit while he fucked me and managed to cum right after him. Like in his office, I used my talent to get him up two more times. He collapsed on me after the third fuck and just lay there.

Tensing and releasing my muscles every time I got off had worn me out also and I suggested we have a shower and clean up. We washed each other and rinsed off. After we toweled ourselves off I took his hand and led him back into my bedroom. I lay down and pulled him down next to me, thinking we might take a nap.

But he had other ideas. His hands were all over me. I never had a lover who wanted to touch me so much and they were nice touches, not grabby, but soft and gentle and loving. Then he kissed my neck and ears and I knew where he was going next.

He started at my neck and worked his way down, not missing an inch of me from my neck to my thighs. He really turned me on when he kept kissing me lower and lower, down my thighs, my legs until he had his mouth on my feet, kissing and licking them and sucking on my toes.

It felt weird, but exciting. My pussy was throbbing and juicing as he worked he way back up to my puss. I put a leg around his head, my ankle pulling his mouth to my pussy, my hands caressing his hair and scalp. I sort of cooed to him how nice he made me feel and how wonderful it was to have him love my pussy.

And I meant it. Really. He couldn’t get enough and I was happy to let him have his feast. And feast he did. I didn’t realize how long he had been getting me off until I heard the front door open and my sis’s voice calling out asking if I was home.

I jumped out of bed and locked the door and told Littlejohn he better get some clothes on. I dressed as fast as I could, nice conservative jeans and shirt while he pulled on his clothes. I unlocked the door quietly and we went out to meet sis.

She gave Littlejohn a funny look when I introduced them and told her he was there helping me with an assignment. Well. It was true. Only not the kind of assignment sis had in mind.

I got my A and had a wonderful lover for the four years I was at the university. Littlejohn was the best lover I ever had and I have had more than my share. I’m married now but go back to the university every year for a class reunion and yes, Littlejohn and I get it on every year.

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As Sandy and her daughter Ashley drove to the mall Ashley couldn’t help but watch her mom’s tits bounce and jiggle with each bump and move of the car. As always it took forever to find a parking spot, but after nearly fifteen minutes of driving around the parking lot they found one. They spent hours going from shop to shop just enjoying their time together; and couldn’t help noticing all the men staring at them, especially Sandy.

“Mom come on there’s a lingerie store. Lets get you some new sexy things, that is unless you plan to go commando like you are now.” As she says this two high school boys are walking by and end up crashing into a kiosk because they were staring at them. Which causes Sandy and Ashley to burst out laughing, “See the effect you have on guys mom?”

“I think that had more to do with you than me Ash, but either way I needed a good laugh,” She smiled, “Now to answer your question no I do not plan on going commando all the time so yes lets go get me some new things.”

For the next half hour they picked out several items. Every time Ashley found something she’d call to her mom to come look. Soon they both had their hands full, most of it for Sandy.

“Ok mom time to try some things on,” Ashley said as she pulled Sandy to the dressing rooms. Ashley brought them back to the farthest room and closed the door.

“Umm Ash aren’t you going to go to a different room?”

“Why should I? I mean we did have a pretty long conversation not even 2 hours ago and you were naked the whole time. And there is plenty of room for us both. And this way I get to see how you look in everything without going in and out.”

“I quess you’re right.”

“Ok good now for a fashion show,” Ashley joked.

They soon were both nude and trying on item after item. Sandy kept noticing Ashley watching her with a look she’d never seen before. ankara escort But Sandy watched Ashley as well and realized what an attractive young woman she’s become. She thought about how Ashley felt against her every time they brushed against each other. Each time she’d get a little bolt out of feeling the sexy young thing rub against her.

“Oh my god what has gotten into me?” she thought, “Why am I getting so turned on by feeling her body touch mine? I’ve never thought about women like that before and to make it worse it’s my daughter. Stop it.”

“Mom are you listening.” Ashley asked snapping her back to reality.

“What honey?”

“I asked do you think I look sexy in this?”

Sandy looked at her daughter in a matching pair of bra and panties. They were silk and just dark enough to be purple and not pink. “Yes honey you look really good in those,” she said almost in a whisper.

“Good then I’m getting them. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes baby I’m fine.”

They both tried on a few more items each, commenting on each one. When out of no where Ashley asked, “Mom have you ever fucked a woman?”

“What! Have I ever… why would you ask me that?”

“Well you said dad was the only man not the only person so I thought maybe.”

“No I’ve never fucked a woman ok.”

“Would you want to?”

“Well… I … I’ve never really thought about it. Would you?”

“I would, I have and I want to.”

“What do you mmm…” Before Sandy could finish asking her question Ashley grabbed her and kissed her. At first she was too shocked to think then she fought back and broke away. “Ashley what the fuck are you thinking I’m your mother. We shouldn’t … I mean we can’t do this… it’s … it’s … it’s wrong.”

“Mom maybe it is but I don’t care and I think you don’t either,” she said as she kissed her mother again. escort ankara Sandy tried to pull away but Ashley held her tight but soon Sandy was kissing her daughter back.

Sandy couldn’t believe it, she was in a public changing room naked and making out with of all people her 18 year old daughter. She knew she should stop this but she couldn’t get herself to do it, she was just enjoying the kiss too much.

Ashley let go of Sandy but neither made a move to part. Her hands never left her mother’s body though as her hands moved down her back until she was holding her ass, but they didn’t stay there long and roamed all over her mother’s body. Sandy felt like she might cum just from feeling her daughter’s hands exploring her body and the feeling of their bodies pressed tightly together.

Ashley broke the kiss and pushed her mother back until she was sitting on the bench along the wall, “Oh god mom that was so fucking hot. Are you ok?”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this Ash but god you’re right that was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it but that was just the beginning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I’m going to do something I know daddy’s never done for you,” she said as she dropped to her knees and crawled between her mother’s legs, “Mom I know you’re going to love this.”

As she kissed Sandy’s legs inching toward her pussy she smiled up at her mother never looking away from Sandy’s face. And then she licked her pussy from the bottom up to her clit ever so slowly and as she got to her clit she gave it a hard suck.

Sandy all but bit through her bottom lip trying not to scream as she had the strongest orgasm of her life as Ashley sucked on her clit. Ashley didn’t stop though, she just drank all her mother’s juice as it flooded her mouth. She continued licking her mother until she drove ankara escort bayan her to a second orgasm. Sandy grabbed the back of her daughter’s head and pushed her face hard against her grinding pussy.

After she finished cumming she had to push Ashley away, “Oh god baby please stop I can’t take any more.” She all but collapsed against the wall as she smiled down at her daughter. She never imagined she’d see her little girl like this; naked, on her knees, and her face covered in pussy juice, no her pussy juice.

“So mom I take it you liked that?” And they both started laughing.

“Yes baby I fucking loved it, but…”

“But what?”

“But I never expected that I would ever feel like that, and my daughter was the one to do it.”

“Well mom I’d say you could return the favor, but that will have to wait. We probably should get out of here before someone comes looking for us.”

But as Ashley stood up her mother pulled her into her lap and another passionate kiss. Their kiss continued as they pressed their bodies together. Ashley moved her mother so she was lying on the bench, sped her legs, and began rubbing their pussies together, never once breaking the kiss. Soon the mother and daughter were cumming, moaning into each other’s mouths as their pussies ground together. After they both came they lay there holding each other as they caught their breath.

“Holy shit mom that was amazing.”

“You can say that again.”

She smiled at her mother, “Holy shit mom that was amazing.”

“Ok smart ass,” Sandy laughed and smacked Ashley’s ass.

“Oh mommy are you going to spank your naughty little girl?”

“Not right now we really do need to get going, but maybe when we get home.”

“You promise?”

With that they quickly got dressed and grabbed all the clothes they had tried on and walked out of the dressing rooms. They bought everything item they had picked out; it came to over $3000. They took their bags and walked out to their car giggling every time a guy bumped into something or got caught by their wives/girlfriends checking them out.

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Surprise Honey Ch. 07

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We had spent the night anchored up just inside Excursion Inlet. In the afternoon we pulled anchor and cruised up to Sawmill Bay looking around at a cannery that seemed to be running full force. We turned and cruised out and headed towards Glacier Bay late in the afternoon. Anchoring up just west of Pleasant Island for the night, we saw an Alaska Marine Highway Ferry go by headed for Hoonah.

May told me that Hoonah was a native village, on Chichagof Island. It had been a base of sorts for logging operations through out the forties up until present day. The logging was pretty much gone now though. Gone with it were the jobs and industry that it had spawned.

We were just outside the park boundaries and the lights of Gustavus could be seen across the water. Gustavus was just inside the boundaries of Glacier Bay National Park. Carl set some crab pots out and later that evening we had fresh caught king crab for dinner.

After eating a meal fit for royalty, we adjourned to the lounge area for a drink and quiet conversation. Julie and May sat on either side of me on the big couch. Carl, Jan and Anne took up the other couch.

Our talk was about things we had seen that day. I could detect an undercurrent of sexual tension that could have been cut with a knife. We were each trying to maintain a decorum that was quickly breaking down under the strain.

I turned to ask Julie a question and her head was just inches from mine. I opened my mouth to start to ask her about college when she just leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. Her hands went behind my head as her tongue shot between my lips to explore my mouth.

I felt May stir on the couch behind me and her hands were undoing my clothes. My shirt was undone in a matter of seconds, my pants following soon after. Julie was still holding my head and kissing me thoroughly. May stood up, pulled of her clothes and then went to her knees between my legs. She tugged and yanked on my jeans until I rose up enough for her to pull them off.

My underwear went with my jeans and naked I sat there with my daughter French kissing my and May licking my hard shaft. Julie pulled back just a bit and began to undress. Her motions became feverishly fast and she cried out when her jeans became difficult to undo.

I slid my hands down to her buttons and began to unbutton them, slowly, teasingly. Julie was having none of that. She tore at her buttons and before I could stop her she ripped those jeans wide open and stood to kick them off.. She had no underwear on at all. Her breasts were jiggling as she jumped around kicking off her jeans.

As soon as her jeans went flying across the room she threw herself into my arms. May had pulled away in Julies excited dance. She sat next to me and together they both began to lick my body. I had two tongues traveling down towards my cock.

Hands were on my hard cock and fingers pushing in and around my ass. May moved around a bit and I saw Anne slip up and begin to kiss her way up May’s legs to her delightful pussy. Soon Anne had her head buried in May’s pussy as Julie moved to straddle me.

May kissed her way up to my head and was kissing me and licking around my ears as Julie lowered her very wet and tight pussy down on my cock. As her pussy lips swallowed my cock she moaned loudly. Leaning in to me she put her head alongside of mine.

Looking up I saw Carl approaching. His cock was bobbing around with each step he took. It was wet with Jan’s saliva since he had just broke away from the blowjob she had been giving him. He stepped up behind Julie and began to massage her bottom with his strong hands.

I felt his fingers around my cock and with a sudden thrill of shock I realized he was gathering up Julies juices to lube her asshole. After a bit of him fingering her ass he moved up closer still. His cock head went between her ass cheeks. I felt her stiffen up a bit and then I felt Carl’s cock moving into her ass.

I had never felt something like this before. It was incredible. I had my cock in Julie’s pussy and I could feel Carl’s cock as it moved in her ass. We started to both fuck her and after a bit our rhythm became smooth and steady. Julie was crying out in desire and moaning constantly as our cocks worked in and out of her holes.

As we stroked in and out of Julie, May and Anne lay on the floor and began to sixty-nine each other. Soon Jan joined them and they moved into a daisy chain. I was watching them as they felt and licked each other. Julie, with her head right next to mine, was moaning so sexily that I quickly began to lose control.

I had my hands on Julie’s breasts, squeezing them as I also rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her pussy was so tight and hot. Carl’s cock was stroking through her ass with ease and all the sensation just overloaded my brain.

I began to shake and stiffened up a bit as my cum boiled up out of my cock. Carl began to shake at the same time and Julie was close behind us. Her lips went over my ear lobe as she came, her hot breath in my bahis firmaları ear. I felt like I had gallons of cum shooting out of me as I sat there. With Carl pumping into her, it caused her to move on my shaft. It was like he was fucking both of us through her ass.

I moved my head and took Julie’s head in my hands and began to kiss her. Carl leaned in and was licking her ear, his hands now on her breasts cupping them gently. Julie just collapsed on my chest and tongued me back.

Carl got off of us and sat down. We watched Anne, Jan and May as they still licked and sucked on each other. It was a pretty awesome sight to behold. Three women enjoying themselves with hands, fingers, lips, and tongues. Anne looked up at Julie, who was still sitting on my lap, with my cock still inside of her. She broke away from May’s tongue and Jan’s fingers to come over behind Julie.

Anne was on her knees and her face went to Julie’s bottom. As I watched I saw her tongue Julie’s asshole and begin to drink Carl’s cum that was dripping out of it. I soon felt her tongue around my balls and right where my cock entered Julie’s tight and very wet pussy.

Her ministrations soon had my cock growing inside of Julie. Julie looked into my eyes and picked herself up until just the head of my cock was in her pussy. Anne had her head shoved in there and her tongue was all around my cock. Julie stepped up and away from me leaving my cock standing up in the cool air.

Anne soon had my cock in her warm mouth and throat. Her hands caressed my balls as she sucked on my shaft. Julie moved over to Carl and began to lick and suck on his cock. I could see her asshole as she knelt between Carl’s legs. It was still opened up, as was her pussy.

Anne soon had my full attention. She moved up and turned around, facing away from me. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her tight little asshole. She began to work herself down over my very hard cock and soon I was fully buried in her ass.

She leaned back onto my chest and put her feet up on my knees. Her legs spread wide open; she began to move her ass up and down on my cock. May looked up and then quickly moved so that her face was in Anne’s pussy.

As Anne fucked herself on my cock, May tongued her pussy. I felt a finger go into my ass and as I looked around I saw that Jan had joined in the fun. May shocked me a bit when her tongue drifted down to my cock as it entered Anne’s asshole. Her light licks on my exposed shaft caused a thrill to run through my body.

Jan moved up and we began to kiss. Once in a while she would move down and take one of Anne’s nipples into her mouth and suck on it. I could feel Jan’s finger stroking in and out of my asshole as May licked on my cock and Anne kept up a bit of motion.

I slipped a finger into Jan’s pussy, and soon followed that one with three more. I was fucking Jan’s pussy and rubbing the palm of my hand on her clit as I did. I moved my thumb around and was able to get it on her clit and lightly played with it as my fingers explored her depths.

Anne started to cum and cum hard. May pulled her head out from between where our bodies were joined and started to lick and suck on Anne’s clit. Anne cried out and started to really cum hard. As Anne came, I began to shoot off. Jan was rocking her hips in time to my fingering of her pussy and I tried to keep the motion going as best I could.

I felt my hot cum shooting into Anne’s tight asshole as May stilled kept her head on Anne’s pussy. After I had finished my orgasm and Anne was lying on my chest with my arms wrapped around her, we watched Carl and Julie as they fucked each other.

Julie had moved to straddle Carl’s lap, his cock in her pussy. I could see his shaft as it went in and out, drawing her pussy lips with each stroke. He asshole winking at us still opened up a bit from her earlier duo fuck.

May had moved to sit beside me as Anne rested in my arms. She leaned on my shoulder and lightly kissed my cheek. Her hand found mine and we just sat there, holding hands. Anne still had my now soft cock in her ass. As I turned my head to kiss May on the lips, I felt my cock slip out of Anne’s ass and dangle between my legs.

Jan moved between my legs and began to lovingly suck on my cock and lick up the combined juices at the base of it. May put a hand on Jan’s head and held her hair away to watch. Anne slipped off of my lap and joined Jan in cleaning up my cock and belly.

May kissed me and hugged me in closer, her eyes never leaving the twin tongues on my crotch. Believe it or not, I fell asleep at that point. My last memories were of May in my arms, her lips on mine. The two tongues around my cock and licking in time with each other couldn’t even keep me awake.

I awoke later, May in my arms asleep, Anne and Julie at my feet also asleep. Carl and Jan curled up together on the other couch. Someone had covered Anne, Julie, May and I with blankets. Carl and Jan had a blanket near them, but it wasn’t covering them. I could see that they kaçak iddaa were still joined, Carl’s cock in her pussy looking so natural there.

I sat quietly for quite some time just soaking in the experiences of the last week. I found it hard to believe that I had done the things I had done. I also knew that I had changed quite a bit too. My eyes had been opened up to different ways of sexual enjoyment. My heart opened up to many other people.

Since it was still very early in the morning, I slipped quietly out of May’s arms and took a nice long hot shower. Stepping out of the shower I saw that Carl was sitting on my bed. He had pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt. As I dressed he was quiet.

Finally I turned to him and he looked up at me.

“I wanted to let you know that the other day…when we um…when you…when I…”

“Hey…you know what Carl? Even though I had never had thoughts of having sexual relations with another guy…it was interesting. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Not a big deal.”

“Yeah…no big deal. I just wanted to tell you that I liked it. I like you…a lot.”

“Oh. When you say a lot…how much is that Carl?”

“Well Bill, I like you more than a lot actually. You have been a great boss to work for. You are very loving, that much I have seen. You are also very um…I liked…I liked having sex with you. I think I know what May, Anne and Julie see in you.”

“Oh. Do you have certain feelings for me then Carl?”

“I think I do. I think that you are a great person Bill. I would like to get to know you even more than I do now.”

“Carl, you realize that what happened between us was kind of in the heat of passion. That I am not gay?”

“Yes. I know you prefer women Bill. But what happened between us was so…well…good. I enjoyed it a quite a bit. Do you think that we could…well…do you think that you might be willing to try it with me again?”

I was troubled. I knew that Carl liked me more than I felt I could return. I also knew that even though I was not gay, I had enjoyed our time together that night. I just couldn’t imagine doing it again though.

As I hesitated I saw Carl’s face change ever so slightly. I could tell that he was getting set to be hurt and I didn’t know how to explain my feelings to him. I didn’t think that I would go there again, but then on the other hand, I had never thought I would have gone there to begin with.

“Carl, I don’t know. I can honestly tell you that I just don’t know. I never would have thought that I would have done what we did the other night, let alone contemplate doing it again. I do not want to lead you on either. I can’t say that maybe we will. I can’t say that we wont’ either.”

“I understand Bill. You really are trying to be a nice guy and let me down gently. I want to tell you though…the other night…you were wonderful. You really were. Thank you for that time.”

As Carl left the room I felt bad. I finished getting dressed with a troubled mind. I just couldn’t get over some of the things I had done on this trip. I had fucked and sucked my daughter, I had given a blowjob to a man, and I had let a man give me a blowjob. I had sex with numerous women, at the same time. I had also fucked my daughter in the pussy while another man had fucked her ass.

My thoughts were scattered and I needed some time to think. I set out the zodiac and went for a ride. I went around Pleasant Island, enjoying the view and saw a porpoise that was playing in the wake of the boat.

My attention was drawn to a Coast Guard boat as it swept past me. It was out about five hundred yards and moving quickly through the water. The white hull gleamed, with the red strips on the bow seemingly glowing. It looked pretty sharp out there on the water.

I had about two hours in the zodiac and when I returned to the yacht Jan had a great breakfast ready for us. I put the boat away and went in to eat with the others. I felt right with the world now. Even though I had changed so much in such a short time, I still felt good about it all.

Sitting around the table eating, I couldn’t help but notice how much we were getting along like a family. Far more than the strangers that we had started out like. Anne and May were positively glowing as they sat on either side of me.

Julie was sitting next to Anne and her eyes shined with love and peace. Carl was even smiling a bit too. I think our talk had been hard on him…I still had some things to say to him about ‘us’ too. I had decided that whatever happened from now on would be ‘to the emotion and motion of the time’. In other words, I wouldn’t push for an encounter with him again, but, if it should happen, I would roll with the flow as long as I was comfortable with it.

Jan had outdone herself with breakfast. It was delicious and filling. After we were done eating, Carl pulled anchor and May set us on course for Glacier Bay.

The sights and sounds around us were not to be forgotten. We saw whales rolling and playing kaçak bahis as we slipped by. We also saw eagles flying overhead, diving on fish in the water once in a while. The beauty of nature surrounding us along with the clean fresh smell of the ocean and mountains was overpowering.

I found myself looking for a place to build a cabin for a getaway. I could imagine living here and waking every day to this wild and beautiful land. As we pulled into the Ranger station I saw a young woman come out on the dock. In her uniform she looked all business.

“Here to see the park?”

“Yes, is this where we get the permit?”

“Yes. I have a few questions for you first though. How many in your party?”

“Um…six. Two men and four women.”

“Oh…I see that you are in good hands then. With four women you guys should be able to make through without incident.”

Her eyes were smiling as she said the last part. Her business-like approach was being changed over into a more approachable type. Her eyes were on Carl as he went around the boat checking things over. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. One could see that he had a great body, even with the clothing covering him.

I filled out the forms she handed me, with May standing by.

“Who is captaining the boat?”

“May is. I mean…Captain May is running the boat.”

“Um…who is Bill?”

“That’s me.” I own the boat, May is the captain, Anne and Julie are crew and Carl is the mate.”

“Hmmm…quite a crew you have here sir. How long are you intending to stay in the park?”

“Um…probably overnight if we can. We have a bit of time, but we are also headed to Anchorage too.”

“Well, here is a list of rules…please follow them closely as you can. This park is here for all to enjoy and we strive to keep it pristine and beautiful as we can.”

“Would it be all right for us to anchor up over there?”

May was pointing out at a small islet just past where we had pulled in. I was a bit surprised at this since I had thought we were going to head on up right away. I saw that she had something on her mind though so I remained silent.

“Um…I see no harm in that. Yes, you may anchor up over there. Be careful of the reef that is on the north shore there. I would recommend that you stay to this side since it is deeper there.”

“Would you like to come out for dinner later? Can you do that?”

“Why I would love to, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t intrude. Bill was just saying how he wanted to invite the rangers out to the yacht if they could. We would love to have you out for dinner.”

I was remaining silent. Confused since I hadn’t said any such thing, but curious as to why May was being so generous. The ranger was cute and she filled out her uniform nicely too.

As we pulled over to the islet and anchored up I caught May on the bridge. I wanted to know what she was thinking. Why she invited the ranger on board.

“Hey May. What was up with the ranger there?”

“Didn’t you see the way she was looking at Carl? I think she was ready to grab him and take him down right out there in front of us. I figured that she might be some fun to have on board for the evening. Besides, she must be bored to tears out here for months at a time.”

“Hmmm…you think she will want to play then huh?”

“Think? No, I know she wants to play. We may be her only playmates for quite some time. I imagine that they get people out here constantly during season, but not like us.”

“Heh heh heh…you have a very interesting mind May. Very interesting. That is why I think I love you so much too.”

“Oh, you love me do you? I think you are just after my charms there sailor. No need to bribe me with sweet words and actions. Come and take me stud.”

May had stepped around with her back to the bridge controls. Her hands undoing her blouse as she lewdly smiled at me. I felt my cock stirring and by the time her blouse was headed to the floor, my cock was rock hard. Her bra followed and then her pants dropped. Standing in just her panties, she held out her arms to me.

I undid my clothes and tossed them aside. Taking her into my arms I looked around the bridge and saw the captains chair. Pulling her along behind me I went up to it and sat her down in it. I placed one leg over an arm of it and then I picked up her other leg and set it across the other arm.

May sat there; legs spread wide open, her panties showing a very large wet spot. I reached out and ran my fingers over her panties. She moaned as my light touch rubbed her clit. Her nipples were hard and sticking way out. I leaned in and licked them, nipping at those buds with my teeth.

Her arms went to my head, but I pulled them off and placed them under each leg, on the arms of the chair. Getting the idea, she left them there like she was tied up. I began to lick her body, starting at her chin, moving down her neck and then across her chest to each nipple. I played with each nipple in turn, driving her to the edge.

I had fingers lightly rubbing her mound through her panties. I worked my lips and tongue down over her belly, playing with her belly button as I explored her taut body. I could smell her need. The heat rising up from her was narcotic to me.

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Lester’s City – Just a Business Meeting

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Lester was alone tonight, so he had a few more freedoms than he would in company. He cooked a simple meal, a childhood pleasure — scrambled eggs with cheese on toasted bagels. He let the vinyl version of the Stone’s Let It Bleed reverberate loud around his apartment. He was going about in sweats and a frayed t shirt.

He hadn’t drunk anything for 3 months; he’d felt the need to….shall we say, get a grip of himself. Now he allowed himself a bottle of smooth red.

He wandered around the space, padding across the carpet in bare feet. Paintings by friends were straightened at last, newspapers put into the recycling.

Last, he did something he would never let anyone else see. He went up to the mantelpiece, and picked up an award trophy. Holding it with both hands, he stared into it. Then he dusted it clean on his sleeve. He repeated this exercise with the other 2 statuettes, and placed them back in position.

His phone pinged with a text alert. He ignored it, and went to his wine glass. He took it to the kitchen and poured in the last of the bottle. After a while he walked to the phone, and flicked to Messages. ‘Lawyer’ was the last entry. Lester’s thumb jabbed the screen, and up came ‘Your divorce is legally final at 10 am tomorrow. You’re free bud.’

He went up to the windows overlooking the river, and stood watching out for a long time. Lights, and life, slowly flowed in front of him. He finished the wine, and sighed. He murmured to the waterfront below, ‘Well world, that’s the last time I’m gonna get fucked over.’ He took himself up to bed — he had a big job in the city tomorrow morning.

He walked up from the station into the bustle. At a street wagon he bought a coffee, and rang the buzzer of the tall building. Going up in the elevator he brushed some curls back from his face, and the door slid back to reveal the sleek brick and wood workspace. The model-type behind the front desk recognised Lester, and cheerily waved him down towards the studios.

He greeted old friends and newer associates on today’s project. He was 4 minutes early. He settled into a deep swivel chair in front of the mixing desk next to the sound engineer, and waited.

Time edged on, they made small talk. People came in and checked that everyone had drinks. 10 minutes went by. Then 20. With the sighs of agitation from the 6 people in the room growing, 40 minutes came round. Somebody was paying for all this. Still, the all-important client hadn’t arrived. Lester had already asked the engineer to call the studio they’d be linking up with to explain the situation.

Lester’s phone pinged. With nothing better to do, he checked it. The Lawyer again…’Congratulations.’

So….that was that. 11 years of his life, signed off on the dotted line. After a moment, he turned it off.

As he was returning the phone to his jacket, the studio door burst open. Lester wasn’t looking behind him, but he certainly heard the fired-up angry female voice bawling out ‘Where’s the damn copywriter?!’

The studio hushed. Lester slowly revolved his chair towards the noise. ‘Well, I’m the……damn copywriter. Good morning….who are you may I ask?’

She strode up to Lester’s chair. ‘Exactly you asshole….why haven’t you answered any of my calls?’

Taken aback, he hesitated before replying, ‘I haven’t had any calls.’

‘Oh really’ she trilled sarcastically. She flipped out her phone, looking at it with a confident leer. ‘What’s your number?’

‘716, 812, 7790.’

She stared at her screen. Her face lost some of it’s rigor. She turned from him, and punched keys on the phone. A few seconds later, her sharp tones filled the studio again.

‘Hey Louise, you fucked up on the copywriter’s number. It’s 7790, not 7791. I’ve been calling for days, no wonder he’s sat here not knowing what the hell is going on. Clear out your stuff sister, you screwed up bad. Goodbye.’

She turned to stare at him again. He could hear her breathing through her nose. He took stock of her – power suit, model hair, dominatrix shoes.

He had to break the icy air. ‘I’m sorry, but are you involved with the Mercedes commercial we’re recording?’

‘Involved?’ she boomed. ‘This is why I was calling you. I’m the new head of marketing in this territory, and we have to change the fricking script!’

Lester let a couple of beats go. ‘What happened to Steffan?’

She snorted. ‘By now you can probably read it in the financial pages. A few, er, personal problems came to light 2 days ago, and he had to vanish. I’m April Jones, I’m in charge now. So, this goddam script?’

Lester looked up at her calmly, even though she was pretty much in his face by now. He felt sad about Steffan; that was one clever guy, plus a joy to work with. And had this nightmare in front of him just fired someone over the phone?

‘Well April, the ‘frickin script’ has been approved right up to board level, we’ve all been working towards this for months. In fact, we’re late for our link to London. The actor is waiting for us to dial in.’

‘Oh canlı bahis yeah, the Brit. That’s another thing I’m not down with. Listen, the people we’re trying to talk to…’

Calmly Lester cut her off. ‘This is the 3rd in a series of commercials that’s designed to run until late next year. We’re half way through telling a story, and Michael Lamb is the voice of the campaign. We can’t stop this now.’

She shooed someone out of a chair, rolled it to him, and sat. She turned back to the person she’d just evicted and announced, ‘You. Get me an iced water. Just water and ice, no fricking fruit, ok?’

Spinning back to face Lester, at last she talked a little quieter. ‘Story? See that’s my problem. We’re selling cars guy, duh? People don’t need fairy tales….tell em to get down to the showroom and sign. We’re selling cars. And remember, it’s me that’s signing the cheques now.’ She crooked her head and flashed her best sarcastic smile.

Staring into her eyes, Lester ran through the possibilities of who she had to be fucking at HQ to have got this job. And he couldn’t help but dwell on that ‘duh?’

His voice lowered. ‘April, do you realise that guy you just ordered to get you a drink is my Deputy Head of Design. Oxford graduate, talented kid.’

‘Today you all work for me; he better get used to it.’

Dark thoughts clouded across Lester’s mind. He tried one last thing. ‘You do know a lot of these cars retail for like, a hundred thousand dollars yeah?’

She let out a bored sigh. ‘5,000…a 100,000? It’s the same deal. Trust me, in business you just take no prisoners honey.’ He calculated that she was at least 10, maybe 12 years younger than him.

Lester looked down at the floor, gathering his mind. Glancing up, he half whispered ‘April, I need to talk to you outside.’ He raised himself to full height, and paced to the door. He didn’t wait for her, just walked out into the corridor.

A while later, she appeared. Her heels tic-tacked across the oak floor. ‘Lester, right? I do hope we’re not gonna get off on the wrong foot here?’ She crossed her arms and stood against the wall opposite, her eyes challenging him.

He looked down at her, studying the contours of her face. She was pretty, but probably kept a small army of helpers busy making sure she looked flawless.

‘How about we cut a deal April?’ He stepped forward, and placed both hands against the wall behind her. Leaning in closer, he stared down over her. A flicker of surprise shot across her face.

‘Let me make this commercial my way, just as it was agreed — and tonight we’ll have a meeting about how we should go forward. Blank page. You and me, you call the shots.’

Her eyes narrowed a touch. ‘What about the team?’

‘Nope. Just you and me. You obviously have strong feelings, and I’ve been writing these ads for a long, long while. I’m sure we can come to an understanding. Like you say, it’s business.’

April fought to not betray the discomfort she felt. He’d physically dominated her with this caveman routine, and that was a cheap trick. She’d wanted to kick his shin. But she was wise to the dirty tricks people used to get ahead, so she lifted her chin slightly and calmly offered, ‘Ok, my office, 7pm?’

‘No. Scruffy Murphys, edge of Hell’s Kitchen. 9.’

He turned to walk back into the studio. ‘Wait! Is that a bar?’

Lester stopped, but didn’t turn to her. ‘Yeah, great bar. Look, unless you fire my agency, I’m gonna write your ads. So if you want to change them, meet me at Scruffy’s. He opened the studio door and left her.

Back in the leather swivel chair at the front, he turned to the sound guy and said ‘Ok, let’s dial up London — I have some apologising to do.’

April snuck in and sat at the back. Her mind was racing. She didn’t listen to the proceedings, just stared at the back of Lester’s chair.

A few seconds later, the lights flicked up on the connection box, and Lester knew he was talking live to an actor across the Atlantic. ‘Michael, so sorry we’re late man, you know how it is — we had to save the free world here again.’

A deep rich chortle came through the studio speakers from thousands of miles away. ‘Oh you poor fucking colonials. Now then loves – lets sell some expensive German stuff, let’s make art, and let’s get paid.’

The commercial got made, exactly as Lester had heard it in his head. After the collective high 5s, with people drifting out, he smiled at April. Frostily, she met his eyes. Heading past her to the door, he came close. ‘9, see you then.’ At that he was gone.

April was not known for her kindness towards her fellow colleagues….and the rest of that day she was truly a bad-tempered witch. She surpassed herself. At long last the clock ticked by to a point where they could leave, and shake her out of their hair. By 5.33, she was alone.

The meeting was approaching. ‘That arrogant pig,’ she mused to herself; ‘That fucker’s on borrowed time.’

She knew that a destruction job came best from a subtle beginning. There was less bahis siteleri screaming and shouting at the end that way. Yes, she would fire his agency tonight; but now she headed home to shower, pick out the right outfit, and make herself look devastating. It was all part of the job.

The cab dropped her at the far end of the theatre district. The air was alive; couples chattering arm in arm, the pull of neon, the noise. It was pitch dark night, but that’s when this place woke up.

Scruffy Murphys didn’t look as bad as it’s name suggested. She pushed through the door, and a wall of sound washed over her. Scruffy’s had a jukebox, and it only contained rock tunes. She sauntered past the pool tables, taking the place in….it looked roughly 50/50 men and women; at least it wasn’t some skanky guy-hole. Not spying Lester, she went up to the bar. A tattooed and quiffed guy appeared in front of her, smiling. ‘Yes ma’am, what can I get you?’

‘Just a diet Sprite please.’

From behind, a voice cut in. ‘That’s bullshit. A Heineken for the lady Leon, with an apple vodka shot please my man, times 2.’ Lester settled onto the stool next to where April stood. ‘Sorry, had to take a leak. You’re a little late April, but I expected that.’

‘What if I don’t drink beer, Lester?’

He smiled. ‘In the right place at the right time April, everyone drinks beer. I notice you didn’t question the shot.’

Leon reappeared, placing 2 chilly lager bottles in front of them, and 2 shot glasses filled to the brim with clear liquid. Lester picked up a bottle, and raised it up to her as a toast. She glared back. This wasn’t quite going as planned. His voice almost purred at her, but only as quietly as the jukebox would allow….’April — please, do you wanna sit down?’

She sat, and reached out to her Heineken. Drawing it to her lips, she stared into him one more time, then glugged down a third of the bottle. He laughed, ‘Good. Try the vodka. It’s gorgeous….that’s why personally I sip it, not neck it.’

In her mind she said, ‘Fine, if we have to play some game here for a while, so be it.’ She raised the small glass gingerly, and sniffed. An aroma of ripe orchards surprised her, and she wet her lips with a taste. It truly was delicious.

‘Thought you’d like it’ he said, watching her reaction. ‘Do you play pool, or do you want to wait for the wings?’

‘What?’ she stammered.

‘Sorry, you’ve never been here, right? Every couple of hours, the kitchen put out bowls of free food on the bar.’ He brought up a finger to his mouth. ‘Ssssh, it’s a ploy to keep people in here, drinking. I suggested it. Around now, it’s usually chicken wings. And let’s be honest,’ he said looking down at her body, ‘You won’t have eaten.’

April didn’t know whether she wanted to punch him, or introduce him to her parents — just so her mother and he could gang up on her.

She gathered herself. ‘Free food?’

‘Yeah, it’s no brainer marketing. Wings, ribs….stuff you take out the freezer and bake. It’s cheap to do, but these guys…..’ he swept his hand across the bar, ‘Love it. We get a great crowd in here.’

‘We?’

Sheepishly he murmured, ‘Yeah, well, I kinda own 49% of this place.’

At that she regarded him for a moment….but she had to revert back to the script in her mind.

‘Ok, the ads for Mercedes. I gotta be honest, I’m not happy with the direction they’re going; nothing personal, but…….’

‘April, fuck all that. Come play pool.’ He called over to Leon, ‘Another round friend.’

‘What? This bar may be half yours asshole, but this is a business meeting!’

He looked away towards the front doors. After a moment, in a deep tone he said, ‘Hmmm. Beat me at pool, and my firm will resign your account. Just like you want.’

She spluttered, ‘This is a game to you?’

Coldly he replied, ‘These days April, pretty much everything’s a game to me.’ He sighed, looking down. After a pause he turned and grinned at her. ‘C’mon, bring your drinks, and let’s play pool.’ He started walking to a table.

Without much option, she followed him. At the table, 2 guys were nearly finished. Lester watched for a moment, then reached into his back pocket. ‘I’ll play the winner for a hundred’ he announced, and placed the single bill on the edge of the table.

Both guys stopped, staring at him. They glanced at each other, then back at him. They shook their heads. Lester shrugged ‘ok’, and motioned for them to complete the game.

After the guys finished and shuffled away, Lester started to set up the balls. Not knowing whether to be impressed or bored, April said to him, ‘A hundred? You think you’re that good?’

He laughed; ‘Shit no. It was just a big number to get them off the table.’ He took a slug of beer, picked up the cue, and with a ‘plack’ sound scattered the balls over the table.

April had been schooled by her grandad, at his big house down south. It was a close game, and midway through she ended up shouting Leon for a third round of drinks. They arrived with some crispy bahis şirketleri hot wings. Out of sight as Lester played, she devoured many.

He hit a shot to win the game….but the ball stubbornly echoed between the jaws of the pocket.

‘Fuck’ he hissed. He drained the vodka shot. April laughed, and walked to the table. ‘Got your resignation speech prepared, Mr Writer?’

She aimed, a little unclearly at first due to the swift intake of beer n chaser combos…but glanced a beautiful edge on the final ball. ‘Thunk’ it went, dropping in. She stood tall and thrust a triumphant fist up in his direction. ‘I win. You don’t write no more ads for Mercs Writer Man!’

Lester was still looking at the table. The white hadn’t finished rolling, and was heading towards a pocket. It bounced softly, nestled…then fell in.

For April, her reaction was pretty calm. She lay the cue down, and stared into the smooth fabric. Eventually she glanced up at him. ‘What does that mean now?’

‘Well now April, we experience the magical Free 4th.’ He walked to her, and said ‘You’d like to slap me now, huh?’

Looking up under her eyebrows she confirmed, ‘I would fucking love to Lester.’

He put his hand to her shoulder. She didn’t bat it away, her defences were beaten down somewhat.

‘Thought so. Come on, let’s go back and see Leon.’ Pushing his luck a little more, he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Once sat down on stools again he said, ‘See, this is the real reason this bar really does well.’ He called out, ‘Leon!’

Wiping his hands on a towel, the inked barman appeared. ‘Ah, time for your 4th Lester? This round’s on the house, as usual.’

As Leon busied himself at the fridge, April worked out what the Free 4th meant. ‘So, you buy 3 drinks, the house buys you the 4th?’

Lester grinned. ‘Yep. There’s dozens of bars round here, but we have ways of keeping you till closing time.’ 2 beers and 2 shots quickly sat in front of them.

‘Your idea again?’ she asked.

He chortled. ‘Yep.’

‘Shit, you’re actually not bad,’ she almost said to herself. Almost.

Looking into, he slowly said, ‘April….you have no….fucking….idea.’

She laughed, thinking he was joshing. But it took a moment for their eyes to unlock.

‘So, you lost the pool match. Harsh. I get to keep making the Mercedes ads my way, yeah?’

She retained some of her steel. After all, this meant nothing – it was her call, not something decided on the flip of a coin. ‘How about we look at the next sales figures before we get hasty?’

Smiling, he said; ‘Do you know how many of those damn expensive cars I’ve helped to sell? Thousands. Meanwhile, you’ve sold….uh, none.’ He leant in more, ‘Sorry to put it so bluntly April, but it’s about real experience, and talent.’

She wanted to come back with something sharp, but what came out was, ‘And you’re all that, huh?’ The shots were taking their toll.

He studied her. ‘April, it’s late, you’re in a bar. Loosen the screw for once?’ She frowned at him. Then his face lightened, and once again he wrong-footed her. ‘Ok, well, do you wanna dance?’ He stood, and reached for her hand.

‘What Lester? We’re gonna do what now?!’ She was exasperated. Gently he pulled her up, and started leading her to the loud dance floor. ‘Weirdest business meeting ever Lester!’ she screamed at his back.

When they reached the wooden space in the middle of the bar, a cheesy but brilliant tune from the 90s cranked out from the speakers. April was seriously non-plussed at how tonight was going, but couldn’t help but start to shimmy to the guitar intro.

They danced. And danced a lot more; letting go to the big tunes. Spinning, hip swinging, singing choruses out loud. Between songs they breathlessly gulped their drinks. The night turned into a blur, and more trays of liquor were delivered. There was laughter, and shrieking at songs she’d not heard since her big brother played them when she was a child. She would have shuddered to remember, but she air guitared to Led Zep.

Eventually the lights went up, the music ended, and the place started to wind down. Closing time. They collapsed back onto bar stools. She looked windswept by now. April didn’t let go very often, so when she did she let go big. Smiling like she hadn’t in years, she offered, ‘One for the road huh?’

Lester, a little more used to the liquor, gently said, ‘I think you’re done April. Work’s out of the question as it is.’

Snorting a laugh she came back, ‘What are you, my Dad?’

‘No April, just an adult.’ He softened. ‘Look, I live near, and I think it’s best if we walk there and you crash out.’

Vexed by his sudden responsible attitude she barked, ‘Oh is that right…Mr Writer?’ She tried to stand and flounce off, but stumbled badly. Lester caught her, and steadied her until she balanced on her own.

‘You ok?’ Not looking at him, she nodded. ‘Let’s get you home.’ He held her around the waist, and steered them towards the doors.

The fresh morning air worked some of it’s magic, and she was a lot more sane when they reached his dark apartment door. He let himself in, and went inside. April stood, peering inside. She realised this was a habitat very different from her own.

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Super Secret Diary

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Super Secret (Seriously) Diary of Fiona Dunn

May 15

So, I guess I’ve been doing these diaries for a few years now, but it’s only today that I’ve had something to write that is seriously super secret. Something I can’t let anybody read, not even my BFF, Madison. I sort of can’t believe it really happened.

Anyway, Diary, you know how Daddy’s always so sweet to me? And he loves to kiss me, right? Only, it’s always been just a sweet Daddy-type thing in the past. Ever since Mom died, he and me’ve been real close, and I always loved that, knowing that he was there for me, and me there for him.

And I know you know how all my friends have this thing for Daddy. And, in some sort of objective way, I always knew why. I mean, sure he’s really old and all, forty-five, or something, but he totally keeps himself fit, which is pretty impressive. Madison’s dad is all flabby, and Portia’s dad has this disgusting beer belly. I don’t even know why her mom stays with him! But my Daddy… well, anyway. Let’s just say he looks pretty good in a swimsuit.

I’m always complaining to you about my senior year, diary. It seems like ever since I turned eighteen, the guys have been kind of stay-away from me. And I don’t know why! I mean, I’m still me, right? Still Fiona Dunn, on the cheer squad (but not good enough to be head cheerleader, I guess. That bitch Ashley Morgan’s got that spot locked up since tenth grade!), still rocking the good looks, IMHO.

But yesterday, I saw Peter Horsley with Bridget Monahan. I’ve been so nice to him all year long, ever since Matt broke up with me. And he goes out with that cow? What is going on with this world? I still wonder whether it’s because I never gave out to Matt. Did he spread some nasty rumors about me? I swear, if I ever find out that he did, he will be several inches shorter in the crotch department.

But back to what I was talking about, more importantly. What happened this afternoon when I got home. I was feeling pretty low, after seeing that. Questioning myself, you know? All that teenage angst. Clichés abound. I was moping around, just feeling blah, in my usual dumpy moping-around clothes, when Daddy came home.

He’s all empathetic and shit, you know? Like, he always knows exactly what I’m feeling, somehow. It’s one of those Daddy things, but I guess not all Daddies have it. Anyway, I can always count on him to understand these things.

“Hey, Kitten,” he said. “What’s eating you?”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” I groused.

“Come on, honey,” he urged, putting his briefcase down. He was rocking one of his fine suits, pinstriped and well-tailored. One of the perks of being a seriously successful lawyer, I guess. He always calls it keeping up appearances. He loosened his tie (red, with blue and gold diamonds) and sat down next to me on the couch.

Well, of course, the waterworks began. You can’t resist the Daddy charm, no matter how mature you are. And the whole story poured out with my tears. He held me, stroked my hair, made all of the silly comments Daddies have to make about how Peter isn’t good enough for me, blah, blah, blah. Nothing out of the ordinary here, right, diary?

Yeah, except that when I finally stopped sniffling, and wiped my nose with my hand, I knew I looked just as shitty as I felt.

“God, I must look like hell, right?”

“Nonsense, sweetie,” he said softly, brushing my hair out of my face and behind my ear. “You’re beautiful, like always.”

“Yeah, right,” I snorted. “You’re just saying that because you’re my Daddy.”

“No, I’m not.” He contemplated me, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. I gazed up at him, but broke before the intensity I saw there. As I looked down at the floor, his hand dropped onto my shoulder. “I’d kiss you from head to toe, Fiona.”

That was a break from the script. I glanced up at him, confused. His hand felt warm and firm on my shoulder, his fingers right over my bra strap. I blinked a couple of times and said the only thing that came into my mind.

“Huh?”

“I mean it,” he said seriously. “I would.”

“Daddy!” I gasped, and giggled, covering my mouth. “You… I mean, I think there are a few places you’d have to, um, like, skip?” Clearly my brain was still catching up. This is what I came up with as an objection to what he said?

“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow in that typical Daddy way. “What places are those?” His eyes swept down my body, and I felt tingly, all over. It was the strangest feeling to be having with my Daddy. I knew what it was. It was that feeling I get when I think about sexy guys.

“Oh. My. God,” I laughed, feeling both outraged and tipsy. “You know.”

“No, I don’t,” he shrugged. “You’ll have to tell me.”

I stared at him, a hysterical laugh just beneath the surface. This was not at all what I had expected. Was Daddy really saying he’d kiss me… everywhere? And I mean, everywhere? Like on my boobs, or between my legs? This was so not happening.

“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

“Well, bahis firmaları tell you what,” he said calmly. “You can show me. Let’s make a deal. Anything I shouldn’t kiss, you keep covered. I won’t kiss any part of you I can’t see. Conversely,” (such a typical Daddy word) “any part of you I can see, like this,” and he leaned in and kissed me right below the ear, “I can and will kiss, okay?”

“Um…” I thought furiously. His warm lips on the tender skin at the corner of my jaw had felt like heaven. I’d not felt anything so sweet, so tender, so… loving in a long time. But wasn’t this wrong? He shouldn’t be doing that, right, diary? But who cared? It felt so great, I was willing to go along with it. In any case, I was in control. I could cover anything or everything I wanted to, and he’d be stopped from doing anything too… well, anyway.

“Okay,” I said softly. I looked up into his intense green eyes. “Deal.”

“All right, then,” he smiled. “I’m going to go get changed out of my monkey suit, and then we can have some dinner, okay?” And, then, diary, he just stood up and left me there. I was literally shaking on the couch, feeling like I’d just had an injection of adrenaline or something. And the weirdest thing? My nipples were like totally hard. Thank God I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt. What would Daddy have thought if he’d seen them?

The rest of the evening, I was so totally on edge. I didn’t know how to act around him. I mean, this is Daddy we’re talking about. I’ve known him all my life, or I thought I knew him, anyway. Where did all this come from? And I just didn’t feel… safe. You know, the way I always felt around Daddy.

But at the same time, I felt giggly. Excited. Nervous, but hyperaware of everything. The way he moved. The way he looked in his casual t-shirt and jeans. The way his aftershave smelled when he’d kissed me on my neck. The rasp in his deep voice. I was skittish, both anticipating and frightened of the next kiss.

Which did come, BTW, diary. I was doing the dishes after dinner, putting plates in the dishwasher, when he came up behind me. My hair was in a pony-tail, of course. I heard him coming, and I just tensed up. But his hands on my shoulders were so familiar, so reassuring.

“Mmmm,” he murmured. “I can see here.” I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, and then his lips, gentle, teasing, pressed against where my shoulder met the base of my neck. I couldn’t help it; I felt such a tingle down my spine at the touch. I swear, diary, it shot right down into my place.

God, I’m so bad for writing that.

But it’s true. And that’s why it’s so super secret, diary, so if you go telling anyone, we’ll never be friends again.

I’m sooooo embarrassed.

My Daddy made me hot between my legs.

Jesus, I’m hot right now, just thinking about it.

Can I tell the truth, here? I mean, it’s just you and me, diary, right? Nobody looking over my shoulder, reading what I’m writing. Okay, thanks.

I wanted so badly just to spin around in his arms and kiss him on the mouth. Isn’t that gross? I’m such a bad girl. To want to kiss my Daddy back for making me feel so good. But it’s all his fault, right? He started it. He made me feel this way. He got my engines revving, and I’ve got no outlet ever since stupid effing Matt broke up with me. So it’s Matt’s fault too. Not my fault.

Truth is, I froze. I even dropped the plate I was holding so it fell into the sink and shattered. I was so nervous! What if… I mean… what if he’d been, like, hard, or something? And I, like, so did not want to find that out. Only I did, too, at the same time. I wanted to know that he was not just playing around with me, you know? That he really meant what he was doing. And if he’d been hard, I would have known. Only I didn’t really want to know that either!

OMG, I’m so fucking confused.

Anyway, he helped me clean up the broken dish, acting the whole time like nothing was different between us. But I was shaking. Shaking, I tell you! I made some excuse and high-tailed it up to my room, closing the door behind me before collapsing on the bed. And maybe I cried a little, diary, but maybe I touched myself a little also.

Just now, he called good night to me through the door. I didn’t hear any remorse in his voice. I’m so tired.

May 17

Hi, Diary. Sorry for skipping yesterday. Does that make me a bad friend? I hope not, only everything’s so topsy-turvy now! I didn’t want to even write anything, ’cause…

Well.

Let’s just make sure this all stays like completely super secret, okay? Because what I’m going to write now is too fucking weird to get out.

I’m falling for my Daddy.

No, totally! This whole situation is out of control. And I don’t want it ever to stop! It’s like all the time falling head over heels. I finally understand exactly what that means. Matt? Total loser. Even Jimmy from Freshman year… just a crush.

But Daddy…

Daddy.

Daddy.

OMG, Daddy!

So, maybe I was kaçak iddaa still asleep when I came downstairs yesterday morning. Everything that had happened the night before, those two so inappropriate kisses just like a dream, that I didn’t even think about what I was wearing.

Uh huh, Diary. You get it. I was wearing my typical pjs: spaghetti strap cami and boxers. And the cami? You know the one, it’s only a half-cami, really, just enough to cover my boobs and the top half of my abdomen. Okay, okay, I know I’m like completely obnoxious about how good my tummy looks. But I like it uncovered. It’s important for a girl to be proud of what’s sexy.

Anyway, Daddy was up, as he always is, getting his coffee, getting ready to go to work. But he stopped and looked at me when I came in the room, one eyebrow raised in that typical Daddy way.

And I just mumbled good morning on my way to the coffee mugs. Had to get my morning fix too, right? Well, look. No matter what I think about how hot my tummy looks, or whatever, I know that I’m a fright in the morning, my hair flyaway out of my ponytail, my eyes half-closed, shuffling along. But Daddy just looked at me as I walked across the room.

“Good morning, Kitten,” he said. “I can see an awful lot.”

I froze.

Everything came tumbling back. Oh, God. What had I done?

I blinked several times. No coherent words came to my brain.

“Uh…”

“You know what that means.”

“Huh?” See what I mean?

“We made a deal, didn’t we, Kitten?”

“Um…” A real brilliant conversationalist this early in the morning, me. But did I make a break for it? Attempt to find something to cover myself up? Anything? Nope. Just stood in the middle of the room, arms at my sides. And truth to tell, my heart was pounding, scared… hopeful.

“All right, then,” Daddy said, and closed the distance between us. I stared at him, this strange man in my father’s body, this desirable, sexy, commanding… male. “I used to give you strawberries down here,” he murmured as he bent down in front of me. “Different situation now, hmm?”

And he kissed me. Oh, diary, he kissed me. Right on my tummy! Right over my belly button (I’m a real deep innie, BTW). And his breath was so warm, so caressing. Shivers all through me, my hairs all standing up on end. And God, he was so close to down there. (Damn, have to start coming up with a better word for that.)

One hand around my waist to steady me, the other right on my spine. And his lips on me. Daddy’s lips… and his tongue! Oh, Jesus, his tongue, lightly probing my navel. I stood there, half-enduring, half-reveling in his attention. And yes, my nips were totally hard, and I was hot to my core, right deep in my pussy.

There, I said it.

My little hot pussy was throbbing because my Daddy kissed me.

You see what I mean about falling for him? No other guy had ever done that to me.

Only Daddy.

I kind of fell backwards into a chair, my eyes glazed. It was like I’d almost had a little orgasm, right there, in the kitchen. I was shaking. And Daddy just got up and got me a coffee. I couldn’t tell how this was affecting him. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the front of his pants as he stood in front of me. That would have been too much. Although he wasn’t trying to hide himself or anything.

And all day long, all I could think about was Daddy… his kisses… how I felt when he kissed me…

But I also was freaked out, you know? Actually kind of scared. What was going on? How far would this go? Would I let him, you know, kiss me anywhere? I mean, I knew I was supposed to be in control. He had set the ground rules, and it was up to me to decide what I would let him do, I guess, but I wasn’t sure I knew how to decide.

So I didn’t. Instead I avoided him. I got myself dinner before he got home and hid in my room, the door closed. When he knocked to tell me he was home, I yelled out that I was busy with homework. He didn’t push it.

But my homework was sitting undone, diary. I know, I’m always such a good girl when it comes to school, but tonight my mind was running in so many different directions. I knew I couldn’t hide forever.

And then, oh, then, super super super secret diary of mine, I had the bestest idea. I got into my pajamas and cracked open the door.

“Daddy! I’m ready for my good night kiss!”

Before he could even take one step on the stairs, I was ready. And when he came through my door, he chuckled. That wonderful sweet Daddy chuckle. Because I was completely under the covers, from head down, with the exception of my left foot, which was in the open. I wiggled my toes at him.

“Ready,” I sang from under the blanket. I had Mr. Bear with me, hugging him tightly, giggling to myself. You see, diary? You see how brilliant I was? This way, he could kiss me, we could keep playing the little game we’d started, and I didn’t even have to look at him. He could… well, I didn’t want to think about what he could do since I couldn’t see him, but kaçak bahis I didn’t have to worry about seeing something too scary, like his… thing. You know.

Anyway, the plan worked. Sort of.

“What do we have here?” he growled playfully. I giggled again and wiggled my toes. “Looks delicious.”

Yeah, it worked. Right up to the point where I felt his lips against the sole of my foot. It didn’t tickle. No…

Oh, diary. It felt good.

Too good.

Like, shock right up my leg straight to my pussy good. How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? And it didn’t let up, either. He kissed gently along the edge of my foot before lightly licking between my big toe and my second toe.

I gasped, the laughter dying in my throat. There was this fire, this burning that started in my sex, a desperate itch that kept building.

It built while he suckled on my big toe, then moved to my second toe.

It built more with his long tongue swipe along the arch of my foot

It built higher with the firm kiss placed in the hollow of my ankle.

And when he moved back down toward my toe, the craziest thought entered my no longer thinking straight brain.

Diary, something said to me: he can’t tell what you’re doing under here.

Diary, it said, you could touch yourself and he won’t know.

Diary, it said, go ahead! Feel yourself up!

And I did.

Oh, God, I did. With my Daddy right there, kneeling beside my bed, kissing and licking my left foot, my hand found its way into my pajama shorts, found my pussy wet and wanting, found my clit hard and buzzing.

With my Daddy running his tongue between my toes, I stroked and caressed myself, exploring between my folds, finding all those spots I love to touch so much. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding. God, I’m such a slut, aren’t I? Fucking jilling myself with my Daddy right there! But I couldn’t help myself. I fooled myself into thinking that he had no idea.

I’m really blushing now, super secret diary. I can’t believe how naughty it felt… how wonderful, exciting…

It was nearly stifling under there, my face damp with sweat. I had one finger deep inside of myself now, moving in and out, and another rubbing around my clit. I couldn’t stop, nothing could stop me now… even if the blanket had just fallen off and my Daddy had seen me with my hand buried between my legs, I would have just kept going until I reached that moment.

And when it came, I pressed the heel of my other hand between my lips, desperately trying to stop the grunts of pleasure I was involuntarily releasing. I know there was no way, absolutely no way in heaven or hell that Daddy could not have known what was happening. I mean, I was shaking with the intensity of it.

But I was hidden.

He couldn’t see me, and I couldn’t see him.

So, Diary, I guess that made it okay, right? I mean, I couldn’t be a slut if he couldn’t see me, right?

As I lay there, coming down from the sweetest, most insane O of my life, Daddy finished his ‘kiss.’

“Good night, sweetie,” he said softly, oh, so lovingly. No crass remarks, no sign that he knew what I’d done.

“Good night, Daddy,” I said shakily, still under the covers. I knew, just knew, that if I looked at him, I’d see his thing sticking out hard in his pants. I wanted so much, so much to be able to see it, to get that reassurance that he was feeling something like what I was feeling. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to lower the covers. “I… I love you.”

There. Diary, I said it. Oh, you absolutely must must must keep that a secret, that I meant every word of those three words in the way that I was not supposed to.

“I love you too, honey,” he said, his deep voice sounding a bit thick, and I heard him walk away.

How was I going to get to sleep after that?! But I did. And you know, it was such a great sleep, too. Completely relaxing. I woke up this morning feeling so refreshed, so content.

So I’m writing all this down this morning, trying to come to grips with all of what’s happened. I mean, what’s a girl supposed to do, when she’s fallen in love with her own Daddy?

I’m so glad you can keep a secret like this, diary dearest. Because my little messed up mind has come up with a plan for this morning. I think I know exactly what this girl’s gonna do.

Tell you about it later, kk?

May 17 (evening)

Well, I’m just turning into a regular little diarist, aren’t I? But, you see, diary, I’ve got so much to tell. You’re just the bestest little buddy in the world to sit here and listen to everything I say. Kind of takes the place of losing control and blabbing to Madison about all of this. So, thanks, I guess.

This morning… oh, wow. I really went and did it. Remember how I had a plan, and all? Well, you know how my plans have been turning out lately. But that wasn’t going to stop Fiona, no way.

So, you know my usual pajamas? You know, the spaghetti-strap cami top and the boxers, right? I know, I know, I told you all about them earlier today. Only this morning, I decided to alter them a little. No, not the boxers! OMG, that would just be way too much. No, I took some scissors, and changed the cami.

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