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You get home from working overtime on a Saturday and I meet you at the door. I kiss you softly on the lips as I pull you in and I close the door behind you. I wrap my arms slowly around you giving you a big bear hug knowing that you have had a bad day at work. I bring my lips to yours. I kiss you hard this time crushing your lips to mine. I slide my tongue past your lips as I run my hands up your back to your l silky hair. I pull your head to me pulling you onto my mouth. Our tongues dance caressing each other in a slow and sensual way.

I break away, take you by the hand, and I walk you to the bathroom our footsteps echoing in the hall. I go in first pulling you in behind me. I close the door and pull you close to me crushing my lips once again to yours. My hands begin to caress your back up and down a gentle ballet on the skin. My hands slowly come to a rest on your ass cheeks. I pull you to me so you can feel my hardness through our clothes you push back so I can feel your heat. Our mouths still on each other I push away and kiss your neck as I unbutton your blouse. I kiss your neck once for each button relishing in the feel of your skin on my lips. When the last button is undone I push the blouse off your arms. I kiss you hard and long as my hands begin a slow journey form your ass cheeks, to your hips, till my hands find the hook of your dress. I unclip the hook and pull your dress gently off your hips. We hear it as they fall to the floor. My hand caress you’re the gentle curves of your ass cheeks. I squeeze them in my hands and they form themselves to my palms. I kiss my way down your neck. Kissing a long and slow trail downward to your nipple. My mouth opens and I lick your nipple through the fabric of your bra. The nipple hardens under this treatment and I continue to lick it up and down. Once the bra is soaked from the presence of my tongue I gently bite the nipple. Then lick it again my tongue slowly making its way round and round the nipple. Reluctantly I pull away only to put my mouth to you’re other breast. My mouth opens and I try and take as much of your breast in it. I press my mouth firmly to your breast and my tongue begins to swirl. My tongue and lips trying to cover your entire breast and nipple. The lacing of your bra just is getting soaked from my mouth.

I reach up and around you to unhook your bra. I take the material in my teeth and pull your bra off you with my mouth all the time smiling up at you. You see me as I drop it to the floor and then you feel me cupping both your breasts in my hands. I begin rubbing the nipples with my thumbs just caressing them softly around and round. I then take a firm grip of each one of your lovely orbs and push them together and release them. Repeating it as I look into your eyes of fire, push and release, all the time looking at you. I let them fall from my grasp and I take each nipple in each hand. I rub the nipples between fingers and thumbs as I hear your moans. I look deep into almanbahis your eyes to see how the fires are burning within you’ I cup each breast in the palms of my hands and reach my mouth to your nipple to suck it slowly past my lips. I massage the nipple with my tongue and lick around it. Around and round your nipple my tongue goes ever so slow. I let it go and take the other nipple slowly past my lips and into my mouth. I begin to swirl my tongue round and round it. I press your breast together and my mouth and lips hop from one nipple to the other and I hear your moan. I look up at you and see a stronger fire in your eyes and you see me smile form around your nipple.

I release your nipple from my mouth and lick down from your breast. As I kneel down my tongue trails down over the smooth silky skin of your belly. It takes a slow sojourn down past your belly button. You feel my tongue caressing it way to your panties. You shiver slightly anticipating my next move and you spreading your legs for me. I blow gently over your panty-clad mound and kiss the lips before me. I take my hands and rub them slowly up the back of your legs as I kiss your cunt lips through the fabric before me. I marvel at the aroma of such a beautiful woman with such a marvelous mound. My tongue presses to your mound and licks up. I repeat this again and again. My tongue pressing against you the fabric moistens from my tongue and from your own internal juice. I lick again pressing my tongue hard against your lips and begin to taste your juices. I hear you moan and lick harder in response. My hands firmly grasp your ass cheeks and pull you to my mouth. My mouth covers your panty-clad mound and I lick up against your lips tasting you with each lick. I pull away from you and I take my hands from their firm grasp of your ass cheeks and place my fingers to your waistband and I tug gently down. You bring you legs together so I pull your panties down past you’re your thighs. I pull then past your knees and then finally to the floor and you step out of them.

I look up at you and smile once more. I wonder how I got so lucky to have such a lovely woman. I see your eyes almost engulfed in passion. You look down at me and take your hands and place them on the back of my head you pull me to your mound. My tongue arrows for you clit as your run your fingers through my hair. I touch your clit with just the tip of my tongue and I flick my tongue up once. I do this again and again. I lick your clit up and down with a feather caress your clit hardening with each light lick. I press my mouth over and around your clit and then slowly suck it past my lips. You moan and your hands press my harder to your mound as I suck your clit slow past my lips. I take your clit slow into my mouth taking all I can in. I massage you clit with my tongue in my mouth by gently applying pressure with my tongue. I lick your clit hard in my mouth as my hands grab hold of your ass cheeks and pull you almanbahis adres hard to me. I then release you clit only to suck it slow in again. I massage you clit once more with my tongue swirling my tongue around it. I release you clit and take two of my fingers and begin tracing your pussy lips. I hear you moan once more. I respond by tracing the cleft between your lips as I lick your clit. I take two my fingers and place them at your cunt lips. I slowly push. I push past your outer lip and into a furnace of heat and wetness. I keep pushing my fingers in as I place my tongue to your clit and begin to lick once more. I just lick up and down slow as my fingers begin to slide in and out gently. I feel your hands at the back of my head urging me to be faster. I use the same rhythm of licking your clit to my fingers entering your cunt. A slow and gentle entrance and exit from your heated portal. My fingers slide in and out as my tongue goes up and down on you clit. I feel your desire heightening with each lick and probe.

I know how close you are by your heavy breathing and how tight your muscles are around my fingers. You grab the back of my head and force my tongue hard to your clit. I respond my licking hard and licking fast on your clit. My fingers speed up there probing to quicker and deeper. I hear you moan loudly as you grab my hair. I feel your body convulse under my tongue. I feel your muscles grab my fingers deep in you and I feel your hot juices surround them. You hands finally release their grip on me and I pull my face from you as my fingers leave your portal. I look up at you and smile.

You smile back your face relaxed but embers in your eyes. I take my tongue and lick deep into the folds of your cunt and swirl it around. I taste your juices and it further fans my desire for you. I pull my tongue back out slow trying to get all your moistness. I stand up and lick my way up as I do. My tongue follows a smooth trail to your mouth. I crush my lips, moist with your juice, to your lips. My tongue probes your mouth once and you push me away.

You take your hands to my T-shirt and pull it up and off my head. I feel your fingers caress their way through my chest hair and you lightly brush my nipples with your fingers. Your mouth kisses my neck and ear as you slowly stroke your fingers through the belly hair. Your fingers dancing on my skin till you get to the top of my shorts. You fingers keep trailing down over my shorts and you begin caressing my manhood. You take your hand and open it. You wrap your delicate fingers around my cock and you squeeze slow and firm to see how hard I really am. You release it and squeeze again as your kiss my neck. You let go and just caress my cock through the fabric. You rub my cock up and down it length slowly feeling me from my balls to the tip. It twitches under your hand.

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You begin kissing your way down my chest. You pause but a moment on each of my nipples and you travel almanbahis giriş downward till you have to kneel. You are on your knees before me. You look up and I look down and our eyes meet. I wonder how I got to be so lucky to have such a beautiful woman before me. I can do nothing but smile and devour you with my eyes. You take your hands to my waistband of my shorts and pull them down and out being careful to pull them over my stiffness. You watch my cock as it pops out in front of your face and you lick your lips and look up at me. You pull my shorts to the floor and I step out of them for you. My cock twitches in you face and you smile and look at it closely. You take one of your soft hands and you cup my balls. You fondle my balls gently as you look at the head of my cock. You other hand reaches to the base of my shaft and your wrap you hand as much as you can around it. You begin to stroke my cock upwards. Your hand sliding the length of my cock to the head and back down again. You grip firm around my cock as it slides the entire length of it. Your hand travels up and down again, slow, as your other hand massages my balls. You stroke me firmly, up and down the length of my cock.

You bring your face close to my cock as you stroke it. I watch your lovely face come closer to my cock head and my hands reach to caress your silky hair. I watch as your tongue reaches from your lovely lips and touches the end of my cock. I moan at the moment your tongue comes in contact with my cock head. Your hand squeezes the base of my cock as your mouth opens wide and you start taking my cock in. You caress it with your tongue as you slowly take in its length. You look up at me, and your eyes sparkle, as you keep taking my cock in. You take in as much of my cock as you can. You begin to slowly pull you mouth off me and you let it pop out of your mouth. You then proceed to lick the side of my cock as you fondle my balls. You lick your way one more to the head of my cock. You swirl your tongue around it as I run my fingers through your hair. You once again take my cock in your mouth and just begin to bob your head slowly on it. You head travels back and forth on my cock. My hands grab both sides of your head and I guide you on an off my cock. They urge you to quicken the pace. I look down to see your sucking my cock with such abandon and know I can not take it much longer. You look up at me. Your eyes meet mine and you know how close I am to coming. You quickly pull you mouth off my cock and begin to stroke me fast and hard. You look into my eyes as your hand travels my cock. You feel my cock expand in your hands. You look into my eyes as the come escapes from my cock and sprays your breasts and neck. You keep stroking me till you know my cock is empty of come. You squeeze my cock hard to milk out that one last drop.

I watch the come fly from my cock and land on your breasts. My heart beating hard through each spasm. I groan as you milk it one last time. I look down at you covered in my come and wonder how one man can be so lucky. I give you my hand and you take it in your hand. I pull you up. I hold you close. I kiss you hard on your lips and ask you to join me in the shower…………

To be continued?

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Weekend Getaway Pt. 01

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Preface: This is the first in a continuing series relating to Christina and Doc. Early in their relationship, Doc was able to sense some repressed feelings in Christina that prevented her from allowing her to let go and enjoy all the erotic pleasures life could present them. He realized it had been the negative impact of her strict Catholic upbringing. Her mother had drummed into her that sex was nasty and a woman only had to do it to keep her man happy. But a woman was not to enjoy it or she was being sinful. As such, Doc devised a way to help Christina open up, address her inner pent up feelings and desires, and rid herself of those negative inhibitions once and for all. Doc wanted to see that lust filled inner Christina finally be able to come out to play. As the first part of his plan, Doc and Christina acquired two large apothecary jars, the type with the locking lids. Then after a bottle of wine one evening, they each took a small stack of 4 X 6 index cards.

The instructions were simple, think of the top 5 most erotic fantasies or desires each one had, writing one down per card, fold the card and then place it in their respective jar. There were no rules and nothing was out of bounds. Christina reluctantly agreed that no matter what was on the card, they would each make it happen … no jealousy, no anger, no reservations. They each would draw one card from the other’s jar every Sunday evening, not letting the other know what they had drawn. They each had the entire week to plan and execute the fantasy or desire on the other’s card. It might be simple Escort enough to happen that very night, or it might require some planning. Or being as devious as Doc was, he would enjoy making it drag out, teasing her all week, dropping hints just to make her anticipation (and her lust) build. Then surprising her when she least expected it. As well, the only true rule was as the cards got down to one per jar, they each had to add five more new ones. Knowing her past, he intentionally kept his first five “fantasy” cards rather mundane. But he knew, over time, both his and hers would become more and more intense. This story relates to the first card Doc drew from Christina’s jar.

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Part 1 – Preparation is Everything

The July 4th was fast approaching and Doc’s thoughts were of spending some quality time with Christina – some very erotic and pleasurable quality time. The two had mentioned a road trip briefly in passing, but neither had brought up the subject again. That is until now. Doc’s erotic mind began to ponder the possibilities of a surprise trip for Christina. And of course, he was determined to incorporate as many mutually erotic pleasures into the trip as his wicked little mind could think of.

Doc picked up the phone and called around various rental services. The holiday period prices being quoted were astronomical. His heart (and hard cock) began to sink as one call was followed by another, then another, and then another. All calls were almost identical. “How much? I just want to rent the place for the Escort Bayan weekend, not make a down payment to purchase the place.” With his ego, and his cock, almost completely deflated, he remembered a cousin that lived in the area. She and her significant other had mentioned a place they always went that belonged to their family. “Hmmmmm I wonder.”

Dialing her number, his hopes were again beginning to rise (as well as another anatomical appendage).

“Hey Cuz – how you doing? Was calling in hopes you might be able to lend me some advice since I’m still fairly new to the area.”

“Sure Doc, if I can. What do you need?”

“I’m trying to find a nice, out of the way place for a weekend getaway for the long July 4th time frame. I’m really hoping to find someplace on the coast, but have not been having much luck letting my finger do the walking. I remembered you and Ray mentioning a place you liked to go for some quality private R it was almost like sucking a miniature cock. Damn he wanted her cum. He wanted her nectar as bad as she wanted to release it. His tongue would press flat and broad, pushing down on her clit as he slid over the hot nubbin. That was followed by repeated butterfly licks to the tip of her clit. Then he would suckle it into his mouth for more tonguing. Over and over, Doc varied his techniques driving Christina closer and closer. God she taste so damn good. He could do this for hours.

Christina was getting closer. Doc took his fingers and began to get them really wet with her juices. As he continued to eat Bayan Escort her clit, he slipped his thumb into her pussy and began a fucking motion into her. At the same time, he slipped one, then two and finally three fingers into her ass. He was surprised at how quickly she had been able to accept all three fingers. Now he began to simultaneously finger fuck her pussy and ass while his tongue and lips concentrated on her clit. Christina allowed herself to let go and just enjoy. A soon as her mind was convinced to just let go, her passion went into over drive.

“Oh baby. Eat me. Fuck me with those fingers. Damn I’m so close. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. Eat me. Oh right there lover. Right there. I’m …. I’m … uhhhhhhh ….”

That electric knot wrapped around Christina’s spine, tighter and tighter. And finally it exploded. Millions of electric sparks were shooting up and down her spine and then directly to her clit, pussy and ass. Her pussy began to convulse and flood Doc’s face. The muscles in her pussy and ass clamped down hard on Doc’s fingers. Doc suckled her clit as far into his lips as he could while Christina used her hand to grind his head down even tighter against her pussy. Her legs were quivering as Doc slowly removed his head from between her thighs. Doc could see her pussy still in the spasms of her orgasm. That was the invitation he was hoping to see. He could also see her ass lewdly winking at him.

Now Doc was possessed. He had to feel his cock deep in Christina. He worked up onto the bed between her thighs. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as Christina was still rocking from her orgasm. Her eyes suddenly opened wide as se felt the head of Doc’s cock work into her pussy. He saw that lust filled longing in her eyes. She wanted to feel his cock inside her as much as Doc did.

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Wedding Day Diversion

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After the wedding, my wife met me in the parking lot of the church. She was wearing a peach colored bridesmaids dress.

“That was a decent ceremony,” I said.

“A little long.” She smiled.

“Will you be riding with me?”

“Actually, we have to take more pictures. And I guess the bride wants to make some stops.” She rolled her brown eyes.

“I’ll just go back to the room then.”

“No,” she said. “You shouldn’t.”

“I’m not going to sit around the ballroom and wait for the tables to fill up.”

My wife scanned the parking lot with her eyes. It was a hot day. Men in suits, women in floral print dresses were grouped and chatting. A summer wedding. “There,” she said. She pointed.

“Its not polite to point,” I said.

“Give it a rest,” she said. “There’s my friend Dara.”

“Dara, Dara?”

“We had dinner with her like two months ago.”

“Oh, Dara.”

“I think she’s meeting some of the bride’s college friends for drinks. You should join her.”

“That might be awkward.”

My wife waved and caught Dara’s eye. Dara started walking over. She was wearing a skirt, blouse. She had shoulder length brown hair.

“Quite the ceremony,” Dara said. She took another step and then we were standing in a triangle. My wife and Dara told each other they looked good.

“Dara, Mike doesn’t have anything to do.”

“I don’t have any friends,” I said.

“At least you’re coming to terms with it,” my wife said.

“Mike, why don’t you join me?” Dara said.

“I’m tired really. I could use a nap.”

“Come on,” Dara said. “We’re going to a bar. Some friends. Its going to be a great time. Weddings are so fun.” Dara said this and a little sarcasm crept into her voice.

“Why don’t you go, Mike?” My wife said.

“Yeah,” Dara said. “I’ll even drive.”

“Well.”

“Great,” my wife said. “Its two now. The reception starts at five. I’ll see you both there.”

“I guess,” I said.

Dara smiled and said good-bye to my wife. I gave my wife a pained looked, and followed Dara to her car.

Dara was driving and I was riding. I watched out the window, and looking over at her on occasion to make small talk. Her skirt went to the edge of the driver’s seat, and after that was milky smooth, toned leg down to her black high heels.

‘Where are we going?” I asked.

“Just this little place. Something quiet. I’m sure we’ll get plenty of noise later on.”

“No doubt.” Out the window were typical suburban homes in various shades of white and blue. The grass was green, the trees were full with leaves. The traffic was light. We turned off a four-lane street, slowing Escort bayan down and rolling through a residential neighborhood.

Dara and I talked. We covered jobs, a little sports, and eventually my married life. I was happy, I told her.

“Good,” she said. “Mary’s really nice.”

“Yeah, I got lucky.”

Dara turned left and told me we were almost there.

“I didn’t know you looked so good in a suit,” she said.

“Mary picked it out.”

“She’s got good taste.”

There was silence, and I could see up ahead the parking lot we were about to turn into. Dara flipped on her blinker. The car was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Tension.

Dara parked the car and looked around the lot. We walked into the bar. The bartender had his back to the door, was watching golf on a television over the bar.

Dara sat down at a table. The waitress came by.

“I think they’ll be six,” she said.

“Do you want to wait?”

“We’re not eating.” Dara paused. “I’ll have a long island iced tea.”

The waitress looked at me. “Whiskey and coke.”

She came back with our drinks. Dara and I sipped and talked. A couple walked into the bar. Dara introduced them ,we all shook hands and they ordered drinks. He was an engineer, she was a secretary. A couple more filtered in and joined us. We all drank. I watched Dara. She had one iced tea, then another. She was looking at me. I’d look back. She’d smile at me, and I’d smile back.

Dara looked at me and nodded towards the door. She stood up. “Well, we should really be going.” The group urged us to stay. Dara said she had to get ready for the reception, and maybe I needed a nap. I looked at my watch. It was three o’clock.

We were in the car, pulling out of the lot.

“They all seemed like good people,” I said.

“Definitely,” Dara said. “But I had to get out of there. Kinda smokey.”

“It was smokey.”

“And loud,” she said. “I had to yell to be heard.”

“That’s true.”

I figured she’d take me back to the hotel, but I didn’t say anything.

I couldn’t tell where we were driving, but I didn’t think it was back to the hotel. I was a little drunk. Dara’s skirt was riding higher now.

“Do you mind if stop by my place?” Dara asked.

“No, no, that’s fine.”

“I forgot something.” She looked over at the dashboard clock. “And we have time.”

“No problem.”

We drove five minutes longer and turned into a parking lot. Dara parked and opened her door.

“You can come up,” she said.

I hadn’t moved.

“It might be a minute.”

“All right.” I got out of the car and followed her up Escort the stairs to her apartment.

Dara’s apartment was dark, and it smelled faintly of flowers.

“I’ll just be a second,” she said.

I sat down on the couch. It was soft, leather. In front of it was a coffee table, and on that a remote. The television was a flat screen. I picked up the remote and turned on the television. Dara came back out.

“Good idea,” she said. She sat on the couch. “We can watch a little t.v., sober up.”

“What do you like?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Dara looked at me and smiled. She had big brown eyes.

I flipped through the channels.

“Wait,” she said. She looked at me.

“What’s that?” I asked. I looked at her.

Her lips were soft and full as she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips parted, and I felt her tounge. I met it with my own. My hands wrapped around her sides. She pulled her mouth away from mine.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re married.”

“Its all right,” I said.

“I don’t know what got into me.”

We leaned in and kissed. Her mouth was warm and wet. I could taste the alcohol. She pulled away again.

“We should stop,” she said.

“Right, yeah.”

We stopped again, but it didn’t last. We went after each other harder now. She was leaning into me. Our tounges mixed. Her mouth tasted good. I had one hand on her side, and the other near her ear. I squeezed her lobe between my fingers.

“I’m so wet,” she said.

I felt her hand on my hand that was on her side. She took it, and started pulling it down to the hem of her skirt. I felt the hot skin of her bare leg under my hand. I started sliding up her thigh. Dara let out a soft moan of approval. I went higher. I could feel her heat. I pressed my fingers up against her panties softly. I ran them from top to bottom, gently rubbing the fabric between her legs.

“You can go under my panties.”

The fabric of her panties was soft, but had a texture. I slid the fabric over and slid my finger softly down her hot lips. I traced her slit, stopped over her clit and rubbed slowly.

Dara was sucking my ear as I rubbed her clit. I moved my finger, slowly pressing it between her lips and pushed it inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight on my finger. She moaned softly in my ear, and ran her hand down between my legs. She squeezed me through my jeans as I fingered her slowly.

I felt her hand on the button of my jeans, then felt them open. Her hand pushed down into my pants, under my boxers. She wrapped her soft, hot hand around my cock and started stroking softly.

“You’re so hard,” she Bayan Escort said.

“You’re so hot.”

“Do you want to have sex?”

“Yes,” I said.

We kept kissing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dara’s hands move to her hips. She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off.

Dara straddled me on the couch, he hot slit hovering inches over my hard cock. She smiled at me, then lowerd herself down on my cock. My head pressed between her wet lips, sliding slowly all the into her. Dara moaned, sliding her hot, wet box up and down my cock.

“Your cock feels so good,” she said, moaning softly.

I moaned my self, grunted. “You’re really tight Dara. You feel so fucking good.”

Dara moaned and started sliding up and down on my cock faster. I could feel her wet lips sliding down every inch of my shaft.

Dara lifted her shirt up, then pulled her bra down. I put my mouth over her hard nipples. Her breasts were perky and hot. I sucked her nipples, my tounge swirling around them, pressing hard into them.

Dara started moving her hips faster as I sucked her nipples. She was breathing heavy, and I could feel her pulse around my cock.

“Oh God Mike I’m gonna cum.”

She gripped my shoulders and let out a long, soft moan. She slowed her hip movement, riding me slowly now. She kissed my neck, my ear.

“You can come in me,” She said. “I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Dara continued sliding up and down my wet shaft, slowly. My cock throbbed in her. She was kissing my neck. I could smell sex and hear the soft smacking noise of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

“I’m gonna come Dara.”

Dara kept sliding. I grabbed her hips, pushed deep in her and felt myself release into her.

When I was done, Dara slid off me.

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“Neither can I,” I said.

Dara started laughing. I smiled.

“You’re a good fuck,” she said.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

“I’d rather stay here and do that again than go to that wedding.”

“Me too,” I said.

We both stared ahead for a second.

“Are you going to tell your wife?”

“Are you kidding?”

Dara laughed. She leaned over and started kissing me again. She put her hand on my still wet cock, started stroking, but I didn’t get hard again.

“We’re going to be late,” I said.

“I know.” Dara smiled. “Isn’t she going out of town soon?”

“Maybe,” I said.

Dara reached down to the floor, came up sliding her panties back on.

“I suppose,” she said.

“Yeah.”

We both got dressed and left her apartment. We were quiet on the drive, and ignored each other during the reception. That night, before I went to bed, my wife asked if I had a good time with Dara. She thought it was strange we didn’t talk at the reception.

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Way-out Training for Susie

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Dr. Susan Cannoni’s ‘lapse of judgement’ with her fellow astronauts aboard the International Space Station had come after weeks of missing her husband at home, and following a long period of sexual abstinence. She had been so immersed in training for the mission, she had actually redirected her sex drive towards excelling at everything else, prior to mission takeoff. Doug, for his part, had completely understood her need to succeed in this, a male-dominated enterprise, and had resigned himself to waiting until she got home to resume their sex life. For Susie, however, once she and her crew were aboard, the desires all came flooding back. Her dreams were constantly about sex – with Doug, but also with the men she had come to rely on so heavily for her safety, and her very life. When Alan Martiniz had interceded in the midst of her sleep-induced masturbation, she naturally transferred, in her mind, the desire for her husband to Alan.

The rest of the crew, led by Bob Bannon and Joachim Fontanalle, and eagerly joined by Steve Hoffmeyer, managed to take advantage of her period of weakness, which she regretted immediately afterward. Only Dr. Ivan Hurst, the older physics advisor, seemed able to allow Susie her dignity, by not joining in like the rest. For this, she was grateful, but almost more embarrassed to deal with him now than anyone else.

When he finally asked her to come to his lab, almost two weeks after, she dreaded facing Dr. Hurst, but it was pointless to try to avoid him, she knew. Once at his module, he closed the hatch so they could talk in private. He seemed as tentative as her, but finally convinced her that, as he said, “some things are inevitable.” Susie was relieved by his statement, but not totally sure that it was an excuse.

“No,” she said, “it was all on me. I allowed things to happen that never should have. It was unprofessional and it was irresponsible, and now I…” She paused, trying to elucidate her thoughts, “…I just find it impossible to look any of them in the eye. It’s like this elephant in the room, you know? Dr. Hurst, I am so… thankful to you for the way you acted that day.”

He nodded solemnly, then asked her to refer to him as Ivan. “I never liked the Dr. label,” he said. He studied her for a moment, then said in a soft voice, “You know why there is a woman on every mission now, correct?”

Susie stared at him. “I…” she began, “I mean, women are every bit as smart and talented as men. It’s pretty much a product of natural progression, I assume.”

Ivan shook his head slowly. “I mean, how and why it began, my dear,” he explained. “My country was the innovator,” he said slowly. “We were the first to fly female cosmonauts into space.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that.”

He took her arms, as she was floating away from him, and pulled her close enough to speak directly into her ear. “We have thirteen ‘space kids’ now, back home. They’re being closely studied, but of course, they’re no different for having been conceived in space.”

Susie shook her head slightly. “You mean…?”

Ivan smiled at her. “One of them is mine,” he said, nodding. “Not my wife’s and mine, I mean. Irena Casentrova was my partner on Soyuz twenty. She was… well, we were both very cognizant of why she was chosen to be there, and we acquiesced to the idea. We screwed like bunnies most of the time we were up, that first mission,” he said, grinning.

Susie was stunned. There were always the jokes, of course, and the ‘what ifs’ that naturally occurred between male and female astronauts in training. And, now that she remembered it, the statement Dr. Hong made when they first spoke, now almost four months ago. ‘What happens in space…’

Dr. Hurst saw the enlightenment cross Dr. Cannoni’s face. “So…” she began. “But wait. Dammit, I was just as capable as any…”

Ivan interrupted her. “Please, Dr. Cannoni… Susie. Don’t take offense to the idea. I know your qualifications. I also know,” he said in a softer tone, “about your psych eval, and the reasons you were probably given a little better chance of making the mission than some of the other, equally qualified females.”

Again, Susie’s mouth dropped. “My… psych evaluation? What… I mean, how do you know anything about that? That’s part of my personal record!”

She was getting angry, he saw, and he placed his hand on her shoulder. “We all get them, Susie. I don’t mean it was common knowledge, but it was, how do you say it, ‘inferred’ to me that you had certain qualities that might make you… well, a little more inclined…”

“Inclined to be what? To be the centerpiece in a gangbang?” Susie was shouting, making Ivan glad he’d closed the hatch. He hoped comms were off in his module.

“No, nooooo,” he tried to soothe, “it wasn’t like that.”

Susie glared at him. “I’m waiting,” she announced.

Taking a deep breath, Dr. Hurst began. “Okay. There is really no other way to say this. Based on your psych eval…” He paused. “How many have you had, Escort bayan by the way?”

Susie held up three fingers, but still didn’t say anything. Her eyes were still angry; she was obviously trying to control that anger. ‘To be told you’re up here because you’re a woman,’ she thought, ‘for the purposes of procreation…’

Ivan resumed. “Ah, okay. I thought as much. Did they go over them in detail with you?”

Now it was Susie’s turn to be hesitant. “Uhm… yes,” she admitted, “some of the details. I’m perfectly competent, you know.” she quickly offered.

“Yes, yes, I know that,” he replied. “I was referring to the… ahem. Sexual aspects of said exams.”

Susie dropped her head. “You mean, about the latent submissive tendencies?” She dared not look at Dr. Hurst, but she felt him nod without having to see it. A tiny fire burned inside her, just saying the words.

“So, does everyone on the crew know about this?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“No, of course not,” Ivan told her. “I only know because I’ve been in this scenario, with Irena Casentrova. And,” he continued, “I’m as close to a psychologist as it gets, as far as this crew is concerned.”

Suzie took a deep sigh of relief, letting it out in a long, slow breath. ‘At least I don’t have to worry about becoming the mission breeding sow’ she told herself. ‘Or do I?’

“Ivan,” she said, looking up into his kind eyes for the first time in long minutes, “is this considered a sexual mission, where I’m concerned?”

“What do you mean, a ‘sexual mission’?” he asked.

“I mean, are the contraception meds some sort of placebo? Am I meant to get pregnant up here?”

Ivan let the question hang in the atmosphere for a long minute before he said anything. When he finally spoke, it was, again, softly. “It’s not like that, no. But there are some… well, other aspects to this, that I wanted to address now.” He lifted her chin so he could make sure he had her rapt attention. “This begins the fourth month,” he said. “That’s when all of this was designed to be introduced. Unfortunately, given the event of a number of days ago, I’ve been instructed to ‘accelerate’ the agenda somewhat. Were you…” he hesitated once again.

Susie interrupted him. “I’ve been emailing Dr. Hong since that happened,” she said. “She’s been hinting about what you’re referring to; at least, I think. I was just too… I don’t know. Upset, I guess, to read between her lines, until now. I think I’m beginning to understand her cryptic messages at last.”

Indeed, Susie now realized, she had more than one biological experiment to attend to, as part of this mission. It had been touched upon in her personalized training, while in discussions of any possible catastrophic events that might leave the crew decimated and abandoned. And Emma had asked her more than once if she had chosen her ‘special crewmember’ yet? When Susie asked, Emma only hinted that perhaps Alan would be her choice, given that he was the first of the crew she had ‘interacted with,’ – Dr. Hong’s subtle way of putting it. Now, all of the little asides were beginning to jell into one realization – she had been unknowingly groomed to accept another crewmember as a mate while up here!

Again, her temper flared. “So, were they just going to tell me that Doug had filed for divorce?” she asked, “or that he got killed, or some other ridiculous event happened?” Her face was a mask of anger. “Then, I’d find solace in the arms of one of you guys? What the fuck? That’s not going to happen!” By now her voice was rising, almost to a scream.

Ivan tried to calm her down. “Susie,” he said. “Susie!”

She quieted immediately, perhaps due in part to her recently discussed submissive tendencies. She really hated any kind of confrontation, always finding it easier to give in. This, despite her feelings of betrayal. But she wasn’t prepared to accept what they wanted her to do. “I… I’m sorry,” she told the older Russian.

He let her take a few breaths, and then smiled at her again. “I’m afraid you’re still not following,” he whispered. “You see, Susie. You’re not expected to conceive while up here. That is so not the aim. Only… to pleasure us.” He paused for a long second to let this sink in, then added, “all of us.”

She scoffed. “Again, that’s not going to happen,” she declared, but already she could feel herself reacting to the idea.

Later, in her sleeping bag, Susie Cannoni went over every word that had transpired between her and Ivan Hurst, over the course of the last four or five hours. In that time, he very gently and laboriously laid out the role she was to play. It took that long to convince her that she was still regarded as a highly-lauded biologist, and as such had projects to complete. But there were other, more personal, ‘behaviors’ that she was being encouraged to acquiesce to; things that brought back memories she’d tried to bury for over ten years.

Her question was, “Why was I not informed Escort about this during training? At least, not directly?” Then her memory kicked in, and she began to see all the little signs; signs that she’d overlooked in her obsessive striving to be the perfect astronaut.

Dr. Hurst eventually produced her psych evaluations, all three of them. It was clear he had been the one instructed to ‘bring her around’ – as such, he knew everything about the times in college, and even in high school, where she had been dominated by both boys and girls. He went over these events ritually with her, as if they had only been social events, like going to prom or being active in a school club. But it was a club of one, and no matter how matter-of-factly he discussed them, Susie was again reminded of the humiliation that she had suffered. Having each one dredged up only brought them to the forefront again.

Susie Cannoni had been ‘daddy’s little girl’ all her life – up until the day her mother passed away of cancer, and Daddy began to see her as less a blossoming eighteen-year-old daughter, and more like a ‘life partner,’ with all the duties that went with that. The sexual submission extended to her boyfriends in her senior year, and later, into college. Her hazing into Zeta Tau sorority at Hall University had quickly evolved into a nightly ritual of the pretty pledge servicing her more dominant frat sisters. This went on for two years. Added to that was a long succession of professors and admin people who had found out about her behavior, and hastened to use her for their own ends.

“Yes, but I kept my average up, and I was able to graduate magna,” she interjected. Ivan only looked down on her.

“Susie, no doubt you’re an exceptional student, and now an exceptional biologist. That’s the reason you’re on the Space Station right now.”

“As the station slut,” she muttered.

Ivan laughed at that. “You’re coming around, I see,” he said matter-of-factly, looking at her over his reading glasses.

‘Yeah, I’m coming around,’ Susie thought later. Her mind was full of everything they’d talked about, and even a couple of incidents that the psychiatrists hadn’t brought out in any of her evals; that no one knew about, except for those involved. When she met Doug, all that had changed, she thought. Now, remembering every detail she’d buried in her subconscious, Susie began to experience a regression of sorts. The tingling in her groin had begun again. It scared her, because she knew her proclivity for letting things go too far – DUH! But she vowed to keep her head. She would talk to Alan when she could. Perhaps she could do this on her terms; have her own needs met, as well as keep up with her other duties. No one needed to know, except Dr. Hurst and the NASA people who would do their little studies after all this was over. And when she got home, she would be the best wife Doug could ever ask for. She could pull this off, and maybe exorcise some demons in the process!

She tried to put out some subtle hints to Alan the next day, but he wasn’t concerned with subtlety. He heard the words “the kind of treatment I need” and he knew exactly what she was talking about. The good doctor Cannoni wanted to be coerced!

“Is that it? You need a little slap and tickle?” he teased. “You want to be reminded of what you are before you put out?”

Susie wasn’t sure if he was teasing or not, now. The look in his eyes brought that almost-forgotten sense of danger back to her, and the thrill it ignited was real. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “I mean… it seems like NASA… or someone… has this agenda. I’m supposed to be your… I’m not sure…”

Ivan had spoken to Alan already about what ‘they’ had in mind for Susie, and Alan was completely on board with it. He was single, and always horny. Susie Cannoni was gorgeous, a truly sexual creature. When their private moment turned into her allowing herself to be shared with the others, it only fueled his lust for a return engagement. Her guilt was probably normal after a gang-bang, he reasoned. Now he’d been given freedom to experiment with this. ‘Ya gotta love this program,’ he told himself. He immediately brought it to the next level.

“Well, I’m sure of one thing,” he said, “whether they’re proposing or just allowing an interaction, we shouldn’t question it.” He leaned in close. “I think we should get to work right away,” he whispered. He reached out and took her hand. “Cupola,” he ordered.

Susie’s heart immediately began to beat faster. Cupola was the observation module, where the crew would go to take photos of the earth and other celestial bodies they passed by. It was mostly unused during the day, but the hatches were almost never closed, so there was no guarantee of privacy. As she followed Alan’s feet down the corridor, she felt a sense of… what? Not doom, exactly, because she was, if not completely willing, at least not being forced into whatever it was that was about to happen. In fact, Bayan Escort her body was betraying her, even now.

Alan reached Cupola and shifted himself upward, so that his head was in the midst of the viewing ports. He triggered the shutters open, but as she floated up alongside him he reached out and halted her upward progress.

“No, baby,” he said, “your view is going to be a little different.” He pushed her shoulders slowly downward.

Susie found herself facing his crotch. He was already hard; his shorts were tented outward. She hesitated, then reached tentatively for them. Things was now out of her control. Unsnapping and unzipping, she looked back down the corridor each way before pulling them down to his calves. Alan’s voice urged her on as she unveiled his stiff cock.

“That’s it,” he said to her, “get that dick in your mouth and slurp on it.”

Being ordered like that caused two reactions within Susie – the first was a combination of anger and humiliation, which triggered the second: the crotch of her shorts became instantly damper. As the two conflicting emotions battled within her, her mouth opened. She hadn’t had the chance to get Alan’s cock inside her mouth the first time, due to him plunging immediately into her wanting pussy. Now she welcomed the chance to feel him there; to taste him. She always loved sucking a man off. More than that, she loved being TOLD to suck someone off! Doug was always so considerate with her; she often wished he would just stab it into her throat and gag her, but he wouldn’t do that. If he could give her the pleasure of being controlled… But then, that’s not what a healthy marriage looked like, was it?

“URRRRGGGGGHHHH!”

Susie pushed violently away from the dick invading her throat, but Alan held fast to her head, so her body went out horizontal, but he was still buried in the pretty astronaut’s throat. Susie fought to keep the contents of her stomach down. Now that it was that far in, her gag reflex stopped spasming, and she regained some of the control she had mastered years before. Her hands gripped his thighs, but she no longer resisted. His cock was manageable, and she tried to allow herself to enjoy it. Soon enough, she’d be more familiar with it, she knew.

Alan grinned. He was already beginning to think of her as HIS slut. ‘Fuck, the guys I hung with would never believe this,’ he thought, looking down at the back of her head. The first time, he’d thought, would be the last – a lucky coincidence, but not likely to be repeated. Now he was imagining all the things he could do to her. He already knew she was able to accommodate anal. Deep-throating? Check! What else? That she was a submissive was obvious; that opened up a whole world of possibilities! He understood the domme/sub relationship, and how hard it was for the sub to break away, once the emotional bond was set. Once they got back, he would continue it. His buddies would love this one! Card games, cookouts, even nights after the bowling alley – she would be his to use, whenever he wanted. Watching her work the dick in her throat, even in zero-G, her need was obvious.

For Susie, it was an immediate return to a behavior that had been put on hold for the last few years. If she once thought she was over it, she knew differently, now. Running her tongue around and under Alan’s throbbing shaft and hearing his moan of pleasure, she realized it would never be over for her. ‘Once a slut, always a slut,’ she told herself, and felt a flash of pride that communicated directly with her pussy. She knew why she was still having such vivid dreams about sex; she craved exactly this!

Alan contented himself with staring out at the dark sky before him, occasionally looking down at the mass of blonde hair that swirled around his waist as she fellated him. He was in no hurry to cum. Rather, he wanted to give her time to reacquaint herself with her former persona, so he distracted himself by guessing at the star formations. Once he felt himself getting close, he would pull away from her face. She groaned, but by the time she was able to corral his bobbing cock back into her hot mouth, he had managed to lose the sensitivity that her ministrations aroused. He wanted to finish in that tight cunt again, or maybe even between those cheeks! He kept up the occasional verbal abuse, telling her that he was going to have her do this often and that she needed the practice if she was ever going to master cock-sucking the way a slut should.

Susie, needing both hands to hold herself against him, kept her legs tightly closed, and worked her thigh muscles against one another. The damp skin helped. She was in a constant state of arousal, and was experiencing a series of tiny orgasms without actually touching herself. When Alan called her a “basic space slut” her humiliation pushed her to a new height of lust. She drifted away from him as a climax ripped through her body, bringing back all the old feelings bottled up from years ago.

“Nnnnngggghhhh!” Her fingers went to her pussy, sneaking under the hem of her shorts and inside. Alan watched, grinning, as her back arched and she drifted against the opposite bulkhead, frantically fingering herself as her orgasm threw her into fits of pleasure.

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Baklava, tuzlu ve tatlı karışımının mükemmel bir örneğini sunar. İnce yufka tabakalarının çıtırlığı, içindeki ceviz veya fıstıkla buluşarak lezzetli baklava bir denge oluşturur. Şurup ise bu tatlının tamamlayıcısıdır. Tatlıyı baklava siparişi özel kılan unsurlardan biri de keskin gaziantep baklavası kenarlarından dolayı her lokma baklava tadını yoğun bir şekilde sunmasıdır.Baklava, özel günlerde veya tatil kutlamalarında sıklıkla sunulan bir tatlıdır. Misafirlerle paylaşmanın ve sevdiklerinize hediye etmenin güzel bir yoludur. Ayrıca, çeşitli boyutlarda ve şekillerde yapılabilir, bu nedenle farklı sunum seçenekleri sunar.

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Annie and Theta

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Annie and Theta sat together on the chair. It was a chair for one, so they were pressed together watching the computer screen. Annie sat on the left, and felt the warmth and tension in her friend’s flank.

She watched as Theta had cyber sex.

foxhunter73: do you like my big fat 10 inch dick it’s leaking precum bayridgebabe: ooo how big and thick it is i must take your big ripe head in my hot wet mouth mmm salty

Annie was amazed. She was much better at computers than Theta was, but had never done cyber sex. Computers were for work. Theta knew cyber-sex well, though, and she was sharing. “Most of them say they have ten- inch penises. Seldom is it true.”

Theta’s dark blue eyes were wide and intent. Her nostrils flared and her mouth was slightly open. She was tense and aroused.

foxhunter73: your mouth is warm and wet bayridge babe: now i’m sucking on your balls while stroking your shaft with my hand it’s warm and pulsing so thick

Thin and pale with sharp features and long thick black hair, Theta was beautiful. Not exactly cute, or even nice, but very beautiful.

Annie also had long curly dark hair. almanbahis giriş But she was ten years older, much rounder, and much much darker. But still quite cute.

Their young daughters were in the next room, watching tv. (Not all Superheros wear tights and capes — some wear pretty little dresses.)

“You try, Annie,” said Theta. “Oh, no. I couldn’t. This is, like, personal. Between you and, and…”

“And who? Foxy there could be a chick. He’s probably married. For us he’s just a dildo.”

“Ok,” said Annie. She got sharp and numb. She then did some cybersex.

bayridgebabe: now i’m raking my teeth across your big purple knob foxhunter73: oh god that’s hot my god that’s hot

Theta smiled, and put her left arm around Annie’s shoulders, squeezing her. She slipped her right hand down her own pants. “Mmmmm.”

Annie was amazed at how turned on she was. Her big fat cunt was soaking wet. She couldn’t resist — she unsnapped her pants, unzipped her fly, and stuffed her left hand down her undies. Two fingers rubbed her pussy-juice up onto her clit. Fabulous.

bayridgebabe: would you like almanbahis yeni giriş a nice wet finger up your asshole foxhunter73: oh my god you’re so kinky you sicko yes go ahead i’m so horny my dick is about to burst

Annie was typing one-handed. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum–” she said. “Mmm, me too, babe,” said Theta. At those words Annie had a huge throbbing gut-twisting orgasm. She groaned and sighed. Theta seemed to cum too, as did their cyber-friend.

foxhunter73: wow great orgasm thanks bb Then he was gone.

“Woof. That was wild,” said Annie, still gooshing her clit.

Theta pulled her fingers out of her sopping cunt, sniffed them, and offered her sticky fingers to Annie’s nose. “Pungent,” said Annie.

Theta dabbed her goosh on Annie’s big wet sharply-defined brown lips. Annie licked Theta’s taste. It was nice, she liked the taste of Theta’s juice on Theta’s fingers, so she sucked them hard. Annie looked sideways into her eyes; Theta looked amused. “Want to do it again?”

“No, no, no, no. Not yet. No, Theta, not yet. I have to think. What do I tell Peter?”

“Nothing! almanbahis Don’t tell Peter anything. So you helped make some fat old guy cum. No cum came near you — no cheating. And that guy was nice and polite — most don’t stop to say thanks.

“So you tasted a little cunt juice. Why does he need to learn that? I sure won’t tell Rick when I taste YOUR cunt juice.” Theta then firmly took Annie’s left hand out of her pants and sucked her pussy juices off her fingers.

Annie came again.

Theta gave her a sharp look and a fast dry kiss on the right cheek. Then she laughed, got up, and went to check on their 5 year old daughters.

That’s how she met Annie, they were both with infant daughters in strollers.

Still, what would she tell Peter? Annie sat there, still only half on the chair, with a leaky groin and the taste of Theta’s cunt juice in her mouth.

To her great surprise, she was pleased. Theta was tasty. Yummmm.

After 15 years of being faithful to a sometimes under-performing man, she felt well and newly orgasmed.

Theta came up behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. “Next time you go solo.”

“Ok,” said Annie.

Theta was making mischief. Her own marriage was troubled; she’d been cheating. Actually fucking other men. Annie didn’t know. She didn’t need to know — yet.

Theta was fucking with Annie’s marriage.

What are friends for?

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All by Myself

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I had posted this to an anonymous website before but really want to know what others think of it and had no replies. If you are just looking for the juicy part to get your rocks off to, skip to the second large paragraph…

First off, let me say that I consider myself straight and have never had sex with anyone but women. I’m 28 and very physically fit. I find women extremely attractive and sexy. However, when I stray into the world of internet porn, I tend to like to watch shemales. I’m not sure why and can’t remember exactly when that started, but I remember the first time really watching shemale porn I was about 20 and in college.

At first, it was just something different that I thought was a nice change. But it continued to grow as a turn on. Back then, I would just masturbate my dick but over time I started getting curious about playing with my ass. As a teenager I had often played with it just because I liked how it felt. Never really anything more than my fingers and mostly just on the outside. Occasionally, I would use a small marker but every once in a while I would use the handle to a toilet plunger or a hard banana with some vaseline for lube.

But after a few years of tranny porn obsession, I decided to take it to another level. This is an account of some of those experiences.

One night in the middle of summer I was feeling extremely horny. My girlfriend at the time was away from our apartment at college. I hadn’t been laid in weeks. I got on the computer to find something to jack off to and found myself watching shemale porn, as had become fairly commonplace for me that summer. When I jack off to internet porn, it will usually take me hours before I find that I’m ready to release what by that point is a huge load of cum.

On this particular evening, I was about 45 minutes in and watching a small breasted, blonde shemale getting handled by two other shemales, one in her ass and one getting her cock sucked by the blonde in the middle. As I was stroking my rock hard cock, I got an idea in my head, “What if I rammed something up my ass to be more in tune with the girl in the middle (as well as everyone else I’d watched take it up the ass that night)?”

I began to scan the apartment for something to serve as a dildo. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find if my girlfriend had one, so I looked around some more. I thought of the bananas in the kitchen, but they would be too messy as I remembered to my younger days of playing with my butt. Then I found it: I often went to play pool at a local bar and had a few of my own cue sticks. The fat end of it was rounded and while thinner than my own cock, it would serve well enough to do the job. However, I didn’t want to get the dirty side almanbahis effects on my cue stick, so I brainstormed how to keep it cleaner. I settled on putting a condom over the end; after all, they weren’t getting used with the girlfriend away.

At this point, I thought back to my teenaged years of experimentation and how to best penetrate my ass. I knew in most videos that it was usually done doggie style with two people. My own experience by myself had taught me that would be much harder to keep working the object back and forth. So I laid the stick down on the floor and positioned my body next to it.

In our bedroom there were sliding mirror doors on our closet that ran from the floor to the ceiling. I had often watched us fuck in them but today would be a whole new experience with the mirror. I had been sure to lay my head to the mirror and then rocked back so my legs came back over my head… positioning my dick less than a foot from my face.

I have always wanted to be able to suck myself, but it simply is not possible for me. In this position though, I looked up to see myself in the mirror. I saw my ass up in the air, with my still rock hard cock pointing right at my face.

Now came the moment I had built up to. I squeezed out some lubricant from a bottle we used from time to time and spread it over my asshole, slipping a finger in here and there. After about two minutes of warmup, I reached for the 2.5 feet of cue stick next to me, with the largest end covered about 8 inches down with the condom. I raised it up, positioned it against my anus, and slowly started to push in. It took me several minutes to accept it, with the slight burning pain being replaced by pleasure the further it went in.

I started to push and pull it in and out, in and out, slow and fast, fast and slow, watching my self sodomy in the mirror the whole time. I was so aroused, I just wanted to blow my load.

But not so fast. After about 10 minutes of this, I had to change what I was doing, or else risk blowing my load all over my face too soon.

Slowly, I lowered my body down, with the stick still sticking out of my ass. With the length of it, I was able to let the end with the bolt that goes into the other end of the stick rest on the floor. The bolt served as a natural brake in the carpet.

On all fours, I turned sideways to see myself in the mirror, and started riding down and up on the shaft of the long stick. It felt so good I forgot to keep stroking my cock. In front of my face, I had more tranny porn going, pushing me closer and closer to climax. I was riding faster and deeper than I could have thought possible given my lack of experience, pushing all the way to the edge of almanbahis adres where the condom stopped on the shaft.

I could feel the tip massaging my prostate. With every touch, my prostate nerves demanded more stimulation and I obliged again and again.

By now I was working my erect meat furiously with my hand, drooling mouthfuls of saliva all over my hand as lubrication. I almost blew it too soon and decided I needed to changed position again.

As I stood up holding the shaft in my ass, I squatted in the mirror, placing the shaft against the floor again. Now I started raising myself up and down, riding the long hard shaft with my erection bouncing up and down as I watched in the mirror.

After a few minutes, my legs got tired, and I sat back into my chair, slouched to allow my ass to stick out over the chair edge and keep the shaft in my ass.

With my left hand moving the shaft in and out and my right stroking my cock, I watched as a large, huge cocked tranny bounced on a large dick. I lost control, jerking furiously and blew one of the largest loads of my life all over myself. The first blast hit me in the neck, the second all the way to my left cheek, and the third, fourth, fifth and sixth landing on my chest and stomach. I started smearing my cum all over my six pack abdominal muscles and then let the shaft slowly slide from my ass. I stood up to look in the mirror, seeing a glistening, cum-covered, lean, muscular body. This would become a regular occurrence over the rest of my summer.

Before that summer ended, we moved but she continued to be gone a lot. I was getting more excited about getting in my ass, and more bold as well in terms of objects. I had discovered my favorite thing to use was cucumbers. I could buy large or smaller ones depending on my mood and had come up with an idea from a shemale video of how to jack off more pleasurably than just my hand: by creating a hollow part of the cucumber, warming it, and fucking it. It was with this that I had yet another profoundly vivid memory of enjoyment all by myself.

I was off to a good, normal start watching porn and jacking off when I had another yearning to fill my butt with something big. I had bought two cucumbers for just such an occasion, both were quite large. I turned off the computer and went into the bathroom, using only two candles for light.

I ran a warm bath and got in, continuing to stroke my cock. By this time in the summer, I had developed quite an appreciation for the taste of my own pre-cum. I would collect it up on my fingers and immediately lick it off whenever I jacked off, regardless of what kind of porn I was watching.

On this particular day, I had a new almanbahis giriş idea. I would take the end of a cucumber and wipe the pre-cum onto it, then start sucking on it. I had turned over onto all fours in the tub and placed the pre-cum covered cucumber in front of me, bobbing my head up and down on it as I pretended it was a voluptuous shemale’s throbbing cock.

With my other hand, I was rubbing my eager asshole. The amount of drool being worked up was incredible, it was running all down the nearly 14 inch cucumber. I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to get that thing in my ass. It was bigger than anything I had ever taken though and I was somewhat worried I could hurt myself with it. But once I got it started in, I never wanted it out.

I took out the other cucumber and started sucking on it while I used one hand to work the giant in my ass. After a few minutes, I edged as close as my long legs would allow to the edge so I could work the cucumber as I had the pool cue shaft. Up and down I went, all the while sucking on the other cucumber and stroking my cock.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting on back in the tub, legs up in the air, ass under water and working the monstrous green cock in and out of my ass while raising the other one in and out of my mouth with my hand as if being mouth fucked.

Then I broke the smaller one in half and hollowed it out so I could start to work my dick with it. It felt so good having my ass filled while my cock felt like it was buried in a tight, warm asshole.

Occasionally, I would rotate back to the doggie position. When I did, I would pull the giant cucumber out of my ass and suck on it for a moment or two before violently shoving it back in my butt.

Finally, I felt I could no longer hold what I knew would be a massive load. I rotated into the legs and cock over my head position.

I had felt a small amount of cum spill into the hollow cucumber so I took it off, spit a large amount of drool in the cucumber and poured the mixture all into my now gaping asshole. I shoved the big cucumber back in and started jerking my raging hard on as fast as I could. I could feel the moment of my climax approaching and opened my mouth as wide as I could, sticking my pierced tongue out over my chin. Then my cock erupted, spurting cum for at least 15 or 20 seconds in what was probably the most violent orgasm of my life to that point.

The first place I felt the cum hit was on my chin, the next was in the back of my tongue, then some on my upper lip, more on the middle of my tongue, then I could feel it hit in my right nostril and then sporadically on my neck and chest. I was stunned. I had never had cum in my mouth before. I tried to spit it out, but there was too much. I ended up swallowing a good deal of my load that day, but not all of it.

Over the years, I have done this again several times though not often. It is a truly amazing feeling but one that requires a full afternoon of freedom to conduct.

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Unicorn Hunters: The Dog Sitter

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Molly and Jason practically wriggled with excitement as they pulled into their driveway. Tonight was the night! They had hired Chelsea to watch their three Yorkies under the pretense that they were away on a wine tasting trip.

“Do you think she’ll be into us?” asked Molly, nervous excitement creeping into her voice.

“Are you kidding me?” responded Jason. “Every time you walk in the room she can’t take her eyes off of you, and she always giggles when I talk to her. I’m sure she’s into us.” And with that he turned off the engine.

They sat there for a moment, relishing the anticipation for what was about to come next. Molly and Jason had been married for several years, and when they weren’t working, or traveling, they spent their time seducing attractive bi-sexual women, who were also known as unicorns.

Chelsea had come into their lives when she had dog sat for friend, and they had agreed she would be their next conquest. Only twenty one, they had hired her twice and set a precedent of her spending the night in their guest room whenever they got home.

Walking in the door they found her curled up on the sofa with the three dogs watching TV. When she heard the door open she turned and greeted them with them with a bright smile. “Hey you guys! How was wine tasting?”

“It was perfect,” said Molly as she set her bags by the door and went to join her on the sofa. “We got you a bottle of wine, how do you feel about joining us for a glass?” asked Molly.

“Oh, I shouldn’t,” said Chelsea, “I have classes tomorrow and I was just about to head to bed.”

Molly pouted, “But we picked it out especially for you. Are you sure you couldn’t join us for one glass?”

Chelsea relented, “That’s really sweet of you guys. I can have one glass, but then I need to crash.”

Jason quickly poured the three of them glasses and joined them on the sofa. They toasted each other before taking their first sips. One glass quickly turned into three as Molly plied her with another and then another serving of wine, until Chelsea’s face was flushed and she was visibly tipsy.

Looking for just the right moment, Molly leaned over to Chelsea and whispered in her ear, “You know, Jason told me this weekend that he thinks you have the perfect ass.”

Chelsea almanbahis yeni giriş blushed, she wasn’t used to hearing that a married man found her attractive and the thought of Jason ogling her backside seemed so wrong…but also sexy.

Molly went on, “You know, I also think you are a very pretty girl,” and she tucked some loose hairs around Chelsea’s face before leaning in to kiss her.

Chelsea didn’t resist as Molly slowly separated her lips, and slipped her tongue into her mouth, exploring her gently. Molly was relieved that she seemed open to her invitation and they kissed for a few more seconds before Chelsea breathlessly broke off the kiss.

“I’m so sorry,” said Chelsea, “but this is…wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this!”

“Why” asked Molly, “We’re all adults here, and we all like each other. What’s a little kiss between friends?”

“Well,” and Chelsea hesitated, “Well, you’re married, and isn’t that wrong?”

Molly smiled, “It’s only wrong if you make it wrong. Jason and I like you, and we only want what’s best for you. I always share with my friends, and that includes sharing my husband. You should see what he’s like in bed,” she said with a wink.

Chelsea was quiet so Molly continued, “He has the most amazing cock, would you like to see?” and before Chelsea could respond Molly looked as Jason and said, “Honey, why don’t you show Chelsea what an amazing cock you have?”

Eyeing Chelsea for a moment, Jason stood up and dropped his pants. His semi-hard cock was already bigger than anything Chelsea had ever seen.

“Wow,” said Chelsea, “I bet that would feel amazing.” Her eyes glimmered with lust watching his member start to throb with anticipation.

“Only one way to find out,” said Jason with a grin.

“Well I don’t believe in letting a good thing go to waste” said Molly, and she got off the sofa to start gently licking the tip of his cock.

Looking back at Chelsea Molly said, “Why don’t you help me with this?”

Chelsea hesitated for a moment, a look of concern crossing her face. “I’ve never done this before…are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” said Molly, “It’ll be fun.”

Chelsea set her wine down and joined Molly and the two of them started almanbahis sliding their tongues up and down the shaft of Jason’s cock as he moaned with pleasure. Molly took advantage of the closeness to occasionally let her tongue connect with Chelsea’s until they eventually abandoned Jason and started kissing each other.

Jason sat down on the sofa watching them kiss while he stroked himself. Chelsea hadn’t protested again so Molly reached under her shirt and gently pinched her nipple and felt her shudder with desire as she caressed her breast. Taking that as an invitation she slipped her other hand up Chelsea’s skirt and pulling her panties aside. She was dripping wet and Molly wanted to taste her.

“Why don’t we move this to a more comfortable location?” she suggested, and took Chelsea by the hand, leading her to their bedroom with Jason in tow.

Once in the bedroom Molly slipped out of her dress before slowly undressing Chelsea, kissing her body and running her tongue over her soft skin while teasing her nipples. Chelsea moaned gently as Molly slipped her tongue between her thighs while she pulled her panties down.

Once Chelsea was naked Molly led her to the bed and laid her down on her back. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked. Chelsea shook her head “no,” her eyes wide with excitement and maybe a touch of fear.

Molly nodded, but didn’t say a word, instead she placed her hands on either knee and butterflied Chelsea’s thighs open. Taking her time Molly gently licked her her outer lips, sliding her tongue up and down until she made her gasp as her tongue skimmed her clit. “Oh God,” groaned Chelsea, her thighs shaking from the pleasure.

Molly was completely absorbed with Chelsea and didn’t notice Jason until he suddenly shoved his cock deep in Molly’s pussy making her release Chelsea from her mouth for just a moment.

After a few thrusts Moly regained her composure and slid her tongue back over Chelsea’s sweet spot, making her once again moan with pleasure. Jason had his hands on Molly’s hips and was pushing in deeply, lifting Molly slightly off the bed with every thrust.

Chelsea started panting, and Molly could tell that she was close to coming. Trying to ignore Jason, Molly applied more almanbahis adres pressure, encouraging Chelsea to come. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” cried out Chelsea and her whole body began shaking, waves of pleasure cascading down her thighs, to the tips of her feet. Her back arched and she moaned again before putting her hand on Molly’s head, as if begging her stop.

Molly paused and then looked behind her, “Jason, why don’t you show her just how good your cock is?”

Jason nodded and placed himself between Chelsea’s thighs, her wet pussy glistening. He gently slipped inside of her, moving slowly until she had taken every inch of him. Chelsea moaned with pleasure as Jason began to move in and out of her, his thrusts going deeper with every movement.

Molly joined them on the bed and Chelsea reached for her and they began kissing. Molly slipped her hand between Chelsea’s thighs, making her gasp as she swirled her finger around Chelsea’s clit.

They made a great team, and Molly was sure they could make her come again before the night was over. Jason had started to speed up his rhythm, his cock thrusting deeply into Chelsea, making her groan with pleasure.

Chelsea put her arms around Molly, kissing her deeply, as the two of them pleasured her. Jason was deep inside, his cock glistened in the light as he moved in and out. Deeper he drove in, lifting her perfect ass off the bed with every thrust. Molly kept her fingers on Chelsea’s sweet spot until they were rewarded with another series of “Oh Gods,” as Chelsea climaxed for the second time.

Panting from the excitement, Chelsea’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she whimpered for them to stop.

“Do you really want Jason to stop?” asked Molly.

Chelsea shook her head “no” once again. “Good,” said Molly, “Because I think Jason wants to come inside you.”

Jason looked at the two of them for a moment before grabbing Chelsea’s hips and flipping her over. On all fours now, Jason shoved his cock in deeply making Chelsea groan with pleasure. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he arched her back as he drove himself completely inside of her. Deeper and deeper he went until the women were rewarded with his primal groans, as his hot cum exploded inside of Chelsea.

Panting from the exertion, he slipped out and lay between the two women. He kissed his wife, and then Chelsea, his smile made it apparent that he had enjoyed himself. The three snuggled together for a moment before Molly looked at Chelsea and said, “Have you ever heard of a unicorn?”

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Under New Management Ch. 04

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I’m sorry it’s taken this long to get you an update but I became a father a couple of months ago, and my son does tend to take my time and attention.

Thank you all for the many encouraging words and suggestions. Honestly, I doubt I’d have finished this chapter if it weren’t for my eager audience.

Saturday morning Bret mercifully had the opportunity to sleep in – which both he and Bubbles took full advantage of. In fact, the sun was high in the sky when Bret finally did wake up, somewhat confused at first – it was, after all, the first time he ever woke up with a woman in his arms.

And a beautiful, sexy woman at that. As the desire to sleep slowly left him, he couldn’t help but study the magnificent creature he’d spent the night with. Her long, honey-blonde hair was still in its corkscrew-curls and flowed down to her shoulders, acting like a beautiful, soft pillow – save for one stray curl that hung across her face. Carefully, so as not to disturb her sleep, he took the little rebel and placed it next to the others, giving him an unhindered view of his wonderful lover.

She was on her back, so Bret could see all of her face, including the hideously-coloured eye her ex had given her. Even with a black eye though, she was undeniably cute, he agreed with himself. Her face had a soft, elfin quality, from the gentle line of her jaw to her delicate little nose.

God, he loved looking at her! She was just as near perfection as any woman he’d ever seen, from her carefully plucked eye-brows to her soft, full lips… lipsmadefor kissing.

Well, kissing, and something else,he thought as he remembered how skilfully she’d used them for… other pleasurable activities last night. With that thought in mind his eyes travelled further down her body, though she was sadly covered from the neck down by a heavy quilt, and evenhermighty boobs were only seen as a slight bump in the fabric.

Still, even the memory of her soft curves was enough to cause an interesting effect in his boxers, and the more he looked (and remembered the fun they’d had the night before), the harder it grew. Soon, it was doing all the thinking for him – and it certainly wasn’t happy with just looking!

Ever so slowly, he pulled the lower corner of the quilt, until he lifted it off her foot, then her lower leg, knee until he had an un-obscured view of her thigh and her tiny, powder-blue panties. With a horny smile, he crawled in under the quilt between her slightly parted legs – he pushed a bit against her thigh, and she obediently spread them further. Even in her sleep she took directions well, he mused and carefully puller her thong aside, leaving nothing between him and her sweet little pussy.

There wasn’t a lot of light down there, but Bret didn’t need his eyes, just his tongue that quickly found its way to that special spot of delights and pleasures.

She felt very different than last night. Instead of wet and… well, open, her outer-lips hindered his entrance, in effect sealing off the Promised Land. A little confused but always willing to learn more about this very important aspect of anatomy, he let his tongue slowly slide up and down her hairless labia, wiggling and tickling the best he could. She didn’t taste like she had last night at all – she basically just tasted like… skin. A bit salty and that was it. Figuring he couldn’t have much fun with her dry like this, he summoned up some spit and did his best to moisten her as he kept licking her.

“Mhm…” Bubbles sighed, and Bret immediately paused, wondering if she were awake yet but she didn’t move and didn’t say anything. With a wry, proud smile, he assumed she was just getting aroused in her dreams and went back to his job at getting this sweet, sweet pussy to reveal its secrets.

Gradually, as he licked her, the labia opened up somewhat and she started tasting like the Bubbles he remembered: sweet and musky at the same time. He also noted with undisputed pride that her breathing was getting faster and shallower, and at times she sighed or even moaned in her sleep.

It didn’t take him long to realise that she was so much softer and stronger tasting once he managed to get past the labia and could attack her soft folds directly with his tongue. That also seemed to evoke the greater response from Bubbles, so everything pointed to it being the right place to go.

“Oooh!” she gasped when he flipped her clit with his tongue and his lips split in a shit-eating grin. Not that that stopped him, on the contrary he really laid into it, her soft gasp only spurring him on further – how excited could he get her before she woke up?

“Oh… oh yeah,” his lover moaned, and Bret figured she wouldn’t be sleeping much longer. Deciding to use what little time he had left in the best possible way, he found her tight little hole and stuck his tongue into it, as deep as it would go and wiggled it around in there, trying to touch her as much as possible.

“Oooh! Yes! Ah…” she gasped, and suddenly almanbahis giriş her entire body jerked. Before he knew what was happening, Bubbles tried to close her legs and sat up in bed, extremely confused.

“What… I… Boss?” she mumbled, trying to get her bearings and pulled the quilt off and threw it off the bed, revealing her young boss, literally caught with his hand (tongue!) in the cookie-jar.

“Oooh… what are you… yeees…” she gasped, suddenly full awake. However, she quickly decided it probably was better not to interrupt Bret – he clearly knew what he was doing! – and laid back down again with her legs spread widely once more, hoping he’d continue.

He did. Oh God, he did! When that magical tongue of his rubbed against her clit, bolts of lightning shot through her body and she couldn’t keep a loud moan from escaping her lips.

“Oh my God… Boss…” she gasped, not really understanding why he was being so nice to her but more than willing to let him continue. This was by far the strangest and best way she’d ever woken up!

By this point, her pussy was drenched and wide-open, more than ready for anything her boss wanted, and Bret was torn between desires. On one hand, he’d like to continue licking her till he heard her cum – he so enjoyed that – but on the other hand, his painfully hard dick demanded satisfaction as well.

As was becoming the pattern, it got its way. Slowly, the young man freed himself from the wet pussy and crawled up along the incredibly sexy body till he reached her head where she welcomed him with a wide smile – and hot kisses!

“Mhm…” he moaned into her mouth while he was dry-humping her through his boxers, rubbing his hard-on against her wet and willing cunt.

“Fuck me, Boss,” she asked softly and clawed at his boxers, trying to get them down and free his monstrous dick. She needed it, needed to get filled by it so badly!

“Please…” she begged when she failed – the damn waistband got stuck on his cock! – hoping he’d want her as much as she wanted him. She got her answer only a second later when he pushed his boxers down across his hips and quickly buried his long, hard prick in her.

“Oh God, yes!” Bubbles gasped as his thick dick forced its way into her eager snatch, scraping wonderfully against her tight tunnel. She was dripping wet, his spit and her juices gave him all the lubrication he needed to stretch her snug pussy to accommodate his fat, invading tool. Everywhere he touched, feelings of delight went through her, making her pant with need. She wanted him so much!

“God, Bubbles,” he sighed, “so good…” She felt divine, too good to be true. He kissed her, letting his tongue explore her welcoming mouth like his dick did with her just-as-welcoming pussy. She closed her lips around it, sucking it like she would his cock, while he drove his dick into her again and again, making her moan into his mouth.

Grabbing his hands, she led them to her big tits, hoping for more stimulation and wanting him to touch her everywhere, to enjoy everything she had to offer… and she knew how he loved her magnificent boobs.

He took the not-so-subtle hint and palmed her impressive breasts, pinching her already-hard nipples and sending waves of pleasure through the sexy stripper. She slid her own hands up around his neck, softly and intimately stroking his slender build while she gently pressed his face down against hers in an intense kiss. His lips were so soft and the intimate dance of their tongues was extremely arousing.

She’d been on the verge of cumming before she even woke up, and his hard thrusts, sharp pinching and soft tongue certainly didn’t diminish her growing orgasm!

“Mhm…!” she moaned as her boss hammered his big dick into her while he tweaked and mauled her sensitive breasts, “oh so good, oh God, I’m so close. Please, Boss, please, please!” she begged as they broke the kiss.

“You’re so sexy, Bubbles,” he whispered into her ear, “so hot and gorgeous.” Truth be told, Bret still couldn’treallybelieve how much his life had changed – from a lonely life with hardly any social contacts outside his work and family to fucking one of the most beautiful women he’d ever set his eyes on.

Quite the change, and definitely for the better.

“Oh! Oh, you too, Boss,” Bubbles gasped in reply, “Oh, I’m… I’m sooo … clooose!” Her eyes closed as she focused completely on the growing pleasure deep inside her. On a sudden impulse, she wrapped her long legs around his cute little ass, trying to get him as deep inside her as he could come.

“Oh wow,” he gasped, loving how she seemed to want more of him. To be wanted like this was so hot and felt so good that he could barely hold himself back. He had to though – he wanted to make sure she got hers first…

Every thrust deep inside Bubbles’ tight little land of pleasures, every painful and wonderful pinch on those huge mammaries and every deep-felt, saliva-exchanging kiss almanbahis yeni giriş brought the two lovers closer and closer to the crashing orgasm that promised to overtake both their bodies.

“Boss! Boooss!” Bubbles cried as she started cumming. Her entire body seemed to tense up, and every nerve in her voluptuous body screamed in joy and sent the most amazing signals to her excited brain. She gasped loudly, trying vaguely to get her breathing under control, but nothing seemed to work – her entire body was out of control and just reacted to the incredible sensations that washed through her body.

“Bubbles, Bubbles!” Bret gasped, suddenly fighting a lot harder to keep his own orgasm at bay – wow, it was hot seeing her cum like this! And hearing it!

“Oh God, Boss,” she panted, still in the throes of some of the most intense pleasure of her young life, “oh so GOOD! Thank you, thank you! Oh my, yes, more! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”

His cock, still going in and out of her hot snatch like a piston only heightened her pleasure, made her cum again and again, like she’d never done before. It was incredible, it was unbelievable! Oh, it was sooo good!

“God, Bubbles!” he gasped and, realising it was only a matter of seconds before he erupted in her, let go of her tits and grabbed a hold of her hips instead. Using them for leverage, he pounded into her soft, welcoming cunt as hard as he could, determined to get as much out of the orgasm as he could.

“AAAAHH!” she wailed, not at all ready for the sudden onslaught, but whatever pain she felt instantly got turned into pure pleasure in her overheated brain, and her orgasm stretched on, dragged to so-far unknown heights by her eager lover.

“Shit! Yes, so good! So good! Fuck, I love you, Bubbles!” Bret gasped and finally hit that magical mark too, overtaken by a mind-blowing orgasm. His cock hammered into the wet, warm pussy one last time and emptied its load of sperm deep into it.

He kept sawing in and out of her; making her gasp and writhe in pleasure, but soon he collapsed a top of his sexy girl, resting on her soft body while they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Wow…” Bret muttered, and Bubbles nodded, her eyes alight with orgasmic pleasure and the deep, passionate feeling Bret had awoken in her when he’d – in a moment of passion – uttered the magic words: ‘I love you, Bubbles’.

Soon, however, he rolled off her, lying on his back and breathing heavily – he wasn’t exactly used to heavy, physical activities, and Bubbles drained him in more ways than one. With an erotic smile, she got up and crawled down to his well-used dick. It was covered in their combined juices, and before Bret even knew what was going on, Bubbles closed her soft lips around it, sucking all of the softening length into her mouth.

“What?” Bret asked at the strange sensation and looked down at his lover that stared back at him with a resolute look in her big, blue eyes. With quick licks she cleaned off the wonderful bringer of pleasures and pulled her mouth off him again and smiled up at him, more than pleased with herself.

That’s how a good girl should care for her man, she knew, and only hoped he hadn’t noticed that she hadn’t done it last night. She’d been too tired and too confused, but there were no such excuses this morning – and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to be a good girl for her boss…

“Wow!” Bret muttered again as she licked her lips and crawled up to him and got comfortable in the nook of his arm. What an arousingly strange girl!

“You’re so hot, Bubbles…” he whispered in her ear, and she smiled, happy. She’d done well, and her man was pleased with her.

She was his good little girl… and he’d said he loved her.

—

“Hmm…” Bubbles murmured as she sniffed the t-shirt she’d discarded the night before. It didn’t smell clean but it didn’t smell dirty either – not like sweat or anything at least, so with a shrug, she pulled it over her head. As always, it took some manoeuvring and quite a bit of force to get her too-big boobs settled within the too-small top, but once she managed, the result was breathtakingly sexy. The thin, white fabric with the pink heart fit quite snugly, easily revealing the Happy Gent’s most desirable stripper’s bust. Braless as she was, they quivered and shook with every step and every move she made.

Just as she liked it… and hopefully as Bret liked it.

Her panties were a mess though, dried cum from both her and her boss made them stiff and smelly, so she left them on the floor and instead picked up her cut-off jeans. Like her t-shirt they weren’t exactly easy to get on but with enough wriggling of her tight little ass, she managed to get them pulled on and buttoned. If Bret had been around to see her struggle to get into her small pieces of clothing, he’d almost certainly had started the process of getting her back out of them – it was a hot show!

“There,” she mumbled to herself and almanbahis looked around the small bedroom, wondering if she’d forgotten anything. She hadn’t, so she went into the adjacent bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, frowning. She didn’t look good, not even if she ignored her painful, horrible black eye. Thank God the swelling was going down, although the discolouration was only getting worse, making it blue and yellow – ugly! She couldn’t do much about that now however, so, ignoring it, she studied the rest of her.

What little make-up had survived the night was smeared and made her look used, used and boring, and to make it all worse her curls were all messed up. Not good enough for her new man, not good enough at all!

It took fifteen minutes before she was finally pleased enough with her looks that she didn’t feel too embarrassed about Bret seeing her. With all her make-up washed off and her curls combed out and her now-straight hair framing her face, she didn’t look as hot or as cute as she wanted to. But what could she do without a curling-iron or her make-up kit? At least she didn’t look sloppy anymore!

Following the delicious smell of bacon and coffee, she found the kitchen and Bret that stood in front of the stove.

“Hey Boss,” she muttered, not really knowing what to do or say. This was very uncharted territory for her. He’dsaidhe wanted to take care of her, wanted her to stay with him, he’d even said he loved her, but… guys had told her a lot of things over the years. Granted, so far Bret had been somewhat unique but now it was a new day and men tended to treat her quite differently once she was out of their bed.

“Hey Bubbles,” Bret smiled at her, “sleep well?” She looked good! Not as hot as last night, but more mature, more…real.

“Yeah,” she nodded, relaxing a little. He didn’t seem to be in a rush to get rid of her.

“Okay, good. Breakfast’s ready. Sit down and have some…”

—

“So, Bubbles…” Bret said once the food was gone. Despite it messing with her diet, Bubbles had eaten butter, bacon and white bread, since she couldn’t help but show her appreciation for Bret’s cooking for her.

“Yeah?” she asked warily, expecting the ‘goodbye-speech’. He’d fucked her and as a thank-you, he’d fed her. Now his conscience was clear and he could get rid of her – perhaps before his rich, beautiful girlfriend arrived?

“We need to… well, go shopping. I… imagine you’ll need some… stuff, and I don’t have much of what you need,” he said, suddenly thinking of menstrual pads and blushing slightly.

Looking at him with wide eyes, Bubbles nodded eagerly: “I’d love to, Boss!” Then another thought struck her, and she looked down and added, “but I don’t have any money…”

“Oh. Oh… Eh, don’t worry. Since it’s kinda my fault you don’t even have any clothes, I’ll pay, of course” Bret hastened to say, both a bit uncomfortable but also immensely proud about what he’d done the day before.

“Really?” Bubbles breathed excitedly. No one had ever bought anything for her… well, except for Kurt giving her a little smack – usually bought with money she’d made by stripping.

“Yeah,” he said with a proud grin. There was something about her subdued, hopeful behaviour that made him feel extremely good about himself.

“What do you need?”

—

“Okay, so… What do you think of this?” Bubbles asked, a sexy smile playing on her face as she stepped out of the small changing-room, showing off the skin-tight, seemingly way-too-small tube top. It was screaming pink and only covered her boobs – and onlyjustthat!

“Wow!” Bret gasped. What an incredible sight! He’d seen them (her) naked, of course, but somehow, seeing heralmostnaked was way hotter. His eyes travelled downwards, noticing the black hotpants that clung to her thighs, showing off her wonderful legs that were severely enhanced by the heels she wore.

“You like it, then?” she teased him, turning slightly in her towering heels, letting him see how the thin fabric hugged every curve of her delicious ass.

“Hell yeah!” her young boss exclaimed when he managed to tear his eyes off her body – if only for a second, and a guy a couple of racks over agreed silently, though he did his best to focus on his girlfriend who probably wouldn’t approve of him staring at Bubbles’ sexy figure.

“You don’t think it’s too… small?” she giggled and attempted to pull the top down to cover more of her midriff, making the already-thin fabric stretch almost obscenely across her tits. Bret couldn’t help but notice that either she was cold or she was quite happy to show off for him: the two sexy bumps where her hard nipples pressed against the top were near-impossible to overlook.

The matronly saleswoman noticed too and sent the young stripper a disapproving look. She hadn’t cared overly much for the provocatively-dressed young woman with the disfigured eye coming into her shop but the young man at her side looked decent enough, so she’d decided to keep her peace. As long as the two didn’t disturb the other shoppers! Not that Bubbles cared what she thought – Bret was there and he was all that mattered. If he approved of her clothing, the old hag could bitch and stare all she wanted.

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Two Worlds Collide Ch. 04

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The last meeting ended at 3pm the next day and Anna found she had some space in her schedule to fill. One of the clients had offered to show her around Paris, but his motives had seemed less than honourable so she’d politely declined the invitation. There was a small risk she might have offended him, but frankly Anna was past caring at the moment. The way things were heading, it seemed likely that she would be looking for another job imminently. After the way she’d reacted last night, he was probably drawing up her P45 right now.

A small part of her brain irritatingly suggested that she’d perhaps overreacted last night, but she squashed it firmly. ‘No men’ was her motto and she had managed to stick to it fairly successfully so far. She certainly had no intention of allowing Sean to be her Waterloo just yet.

The busy Paris streets were teeming with late afternoon traffic and Anna stood enjoying the sun for a few moments, wondering what to do and where to go. There were lots of places to see and she was torn as she flicked through an old guide book she’d brought with her. Finally she decided on a trip to the Louvre; it had been many years since her last visit and it would be a relaxing way to kill a couple of hours.

A short time later Anna found herself wandering round the second floor galleries, losing all sense of time amongst the Old Masters. It was quiet and there were very few people about other than a few museum staff sat watching the rooms, slumped in boredom on their small gilt chairs. She walked slowly through the rooms, completely immersed in the paintings and feeling the tension of the last couple of weeks falling away.

When a voice spoke to her, it startled her. Somehow she wasn’t surprised to see Sean standing next to her looking slightly pale. He had the knack of popping up in her life whenever she least expected it so why would today be any different?

“Hey,” he said, pointedly not looking at her.

“Hey,” she replied, not looking at him either.

They both gazed in studied fascination at the Gericault on the wall before them. Anna could feel every nerve in her body tuning into him, alert to his slightest movement. The problem was, her body was crying out to be touched and it was only her mind that was fighting the urge.

Sean could smell her subtle perfume as she stood next to him. He was actually rather relieved that she hadn’t screamed for security and gotten him thrown out already. He still wasn’t sure what had even brought him to the Louvre. He was normally much too busy for site-seeing trips and he had never bothered with the Louvre before. But today he’d been at a loose end and rather than change his flight to an earlier one, he’d decided to stick it out in the hope of seeing Anna again.

He hadn’t expected to bump into her like this, but maybe fate was taking a hand in things. God knew he certainly needed a helping hand the way he’d been messing things up lately. Another couple walked into the gallery chattering away loudly and he suddenly wished he could be alone with Anna. There were so many things he needed to say to her and this was neither the time nor the place.

“Do you think you might like to come and have a coffee with me?” he asked warily, expecting a blistering knock back.

Anna contemplated his question for a minute while she admired the intricate brush strokes detailing the sailors adrift on a raft in the painting.

“Alright.” She said simply. Coffee would be good and she was feeling rather more magnanimous today. Ok so he’d been out of order last night, but she actually did fancy a coffee now he’d mentioned it and it was a woman’s prerogative to be fickle.

Sean thought he’d misheard her for a moment. Why the sudden thawing in her attitude? Last night he’d been spawn of Satan and now she was agreeing to go for a coffee with him? Women were a mystery to him at the best of times and this particular woman was certainly proving challenging!

“Shall we go to the café here? Or would you prefer to go somewhere else…” he asked hesitantly, still reeling in surprise that she hadn’t told him to go fuck himself again.

“Here will be fine. The café’s on the lower ground floor are open until 5.30pm” she offered helpfully.

They left the gallery and headed downstairs together. Sean couldn’t help but admire Anna’s shapely legs in her dark stockings and tailored skirt, but he reminded himself that she had only agreed to a coffee. He couldn’t afford to upset her again so it was strictly hands off for now. Damn she was sexy though…

Because it was fairly late in the afternoon, the café was pretty much deserted. Sean paid for two cappuccinos and they sat down at a table on the far side of the room. Anna played with the froth on the top of the coffee and wondered briefly why she was here. She surreptitiously watched him through her fringe and noted the dark circles under his eyes. He must have had a bad night, she thought with a slight twinge of guilt. Still, he had deserved it she added, remembering almanbahis the way he had interfered last night.

Sean sipped the hot liquid and tried not to stare at Anna too blatantly. She looked a whole lot better than he felt today. His hangover had lingered on most of the morning despite the bracing walk round miles of footpaths in an attempt to clear his head. He had attempted to buy some painkillers in a pharmacy, but his French was non existent and the Pharmacist had stubbornly refused to comprehend what he was asking for, so after a frustrating fifteen minutes he’d given up and left.

“How did the meetings go today?” he asked eventually, figuring he was on safe ground if he stuck to work for the time being.”

“Very well I think. They liked the idea’s I suggested and with a few small changes to the contract, I think we have them on board” Anna replied, before adding “I wasn’t too keen on Monsieur Chiraque though – he was a little too friendly.” Her eyes narrowed as she recalled the small mans lecherous stares and not so subtle innuendo thrown into conversation during the coffee breaks they’d had.

Sean inwardly bristled in outrage. How dare the man behave in such an unprofessional manner with his employee! He chose to forget of course that he had behaved in a less than professional manner himself.

“Don’t worry about him.” Sean growled angrily, “I’ll have a word with the Director; he won’t be trying that again!”

Anna hid a smile; would the man never learn to stop interfering in her life?

“I am more than capable of dealing with creeps like that!” she stated firmly, fixing him with a hard look.

Sean looked down into his coffee, realising that he had made the same mistake again. He just couldn’t seem to help himself; she aroused his manly protective instincts every single time. She also aroused a lot of other instincts but it was better not to think about those right now.

“Sorry,” he apologised meekly. “I keep on jumping in, don’t I?”

Anna accepted his apology gracefully. She wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. All of a sudden she felt much mellower towards him. Maybe it was the subtle Parisian atmosphere working its romantic charm on her defences. She wasn’t sure why exactly but somewhere between last night and now, she had warmed up considerably.

They resumed their conversation about work and the outcome of the meetings – no mention of Monsieur Chiraque this time; Sean wasn’t about to stick his foot in his mouth all over again. Gradually the staff began clearing up around them in a subtle reminder that the museum was soon closing.

“I think they are hinting that we need to go,” commented Anna as she looked around and realised that the café was now deserted except for the staff and them.

“Yes it’s getting late. Come on, we’ll take a taxi back to the hotel.” Sean agreed, draining the last of his coffee.

* * *

The sky was darkening as they walked into the elegant foyer, Anna’s heels clacking loudly on the Italian marble mosaic floor. Sean walked with her into the lift and turned to look at her hesitantly when she pressed the button for her floor.

“I realise you probably have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me this evening?” Silently he crossed his fingers behind his back and pasted a neutral expression on his face although he was willing her to agree with every fibre of his being.

The lift moved silently up through the floors, briefly stopping to allow two elderly ladies to step in. Anna hesitated with her response. She was torn. Part of her knew she should say no; he was her boss and they had already overstepped the mark twice before. The reckless part of her screamed YES!

The lift door opened on her floor and she stepped out, turning to look at him. “Ok.” She said as the door slid shut behind her. She just caught a faint smile as he disappeared from sight and she wondered what on earth she was playing at. It’s only a dinner, she reminded herself. What could possibly happen at dinner?

* * *

Sean stood in the lobby feeling like a teenager on a first date, nervous as hell with his palms all sweaty. He glanced at his watch and tried to appear nonchalant. It wasn’t working. Every time the lifts opened he jumped to see if it was Anna. She had agreed to meet him a 7pm and he had booked a table in a nearby restaurant for 8pm but it was now 7.10pm and she was late. He just hoped she hadn’t changed her mind and decided not to show.

Anna dabbed some lipstick on and studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was well aware she was running late, but she figured it wouldn’t kill him to have to wait fifteen minutes or so. She had agonised over what to wear and eventually had chosen a simple black dress. Not that she’d had a lot of choice given that she was in a hotel with only a small bag of essential items. Luckily she’d packed this dress just in case. And this was a classic just in case moment. Her reflection told her she looked good and she smiled almanbahis adres at herself. Chances were that this date (for want of a better word) was a terrible idea, but she was going to give Sean one last chance to redeem himself. If he behaved then they had a chance of working together. If he didn’t, then she had decided to resign from her job upon her return to the UK. She knew she would have no trouble finding another job and if all else failed; she could always go back to Molly for some temporary work. It wouldn’t be ideal but it would pay the bills.

Sean turned again just as Anna walked out of the lift, her dress swishing silkily around her legs. She looked beautiful and he wasn’t the only man to gaze at her admiringly. For a moment his heart missed a beat but he forced himself to remember that this dinner was simply a dinner and no more.

“Hello, sorry I’m late.” She smiled sweetly as she stood in front of him finally.

“That’s ok, I haven’t been waiting long. I’ve booked a table for 8pm – hope that’s ok with you?” It was a struggle saying anything intelligible; she looked so damned hot he was almost struck dumb. Tonight was going to be a battle of wills – good behaviour versus lust.

Anna nodded her assent politely and they headed outside into the cool night air to find a taxi.

* * *

The restaurant he’d chosen (upon the advice of the concierge), was charming. Tables were small and intimate; the waiters solicitous without being annoying. Luckily for him the menu was in English as well as French although he learned to his surprise that Anna could speak French fluently.

“Where did you learn?” he asked admiringly – he hadn’t recalled that fact from her HR file.

“My mother was French and we spent several holidays on a farm near Lyon, staying with her brother and his family.” She smiled at him over the menu.

The handsome waiter appeared to check if they were ready, smiling slightly longer at Anna than was strictly necessary, much to Sean’s annoyance. He took their order and promptly disappeared again. Sean had asked for a bottle of red wine to accompany the food, but he definitely needed a stronger drink right now. He could barely think straight with Anna sat across from him – she was far too distracting.

The food arrived and they chatted about general things. Gradually Sean relaxed enough to be able to eat his food without choking on it. It was surprisingly good and he began to enjoy the evening. The wine was exceptional and before long they started a second bottle.

Anna sipped the ruby red liquid and enjoyed the taste of its complex flavours as they slid down her throat. She took another bite of her chicken dish and decided that she was actually having a good time, rather against all her initial expectations. Sean was behaving himself and so far he’d been a complete gentleman. Maybe she had misjudged him? Then she recalled his behaviour last night and figured, maybe not. However, tonight his manners were exemplary.

“So, tell me some more about your family, where are you from? You have a slightly northern accent.” Sean asked curiously, glancing down as his fork delved into another piece of fish. As a result he missed the pain flicker across Anna’s face like a dark cloud across the sun.

“My parents are dead.” She replied quietly, pushing her food around the plate. “My sister and I spent our teenage years in Yorkshire on our Grandparents farm, up in the dales.”

Sean looked up in surprise, “Oh I had no idea, I’m so sorry.” He felt his heart contract in pain for her. She looked so vulnerable sat there; he wished he could take her in his arms and make it better again. “Where is your sister now?”

For a minute Anna didn’t reply. The whole subject of Kerry was a difficult one and she never talked about it with anyone as a rule. The trouble was she could feel her defences slipping in the wake of several glasses of wine and the surprisingly sympathetic company. She knew Sean hadn’t meant to pry and a large part of her wanted to tell him the whole story, but… it was hard.

“Look, I’m sorry – I don’t mean to pry. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he said, reaching out and covering her small hand with his own large one.

She looked up at him, her pale turquoise eyes staring deeply into his blue ones. He felt like he was under a microscope for a moment, like she was searching for something infinitesimal.

“It’s ok,” she relied suddenly. “I know you didn’t mean to pry – it’s just a difficult subject for me and I don’t usually talk about it…” her voice trailed off and he squeezed the hand that remained under his. She responded with a small smile of gratitude and he felt his heart tighten once again.

“Our Grandparents were quite old when our parents were killed. They took us on, but it was difficult for them. I was fourteen and Kerry was twelve. She took it harder than me and by the time she was fifteen, she was totally out of control. She fell in with the wrong crowd and almanbahis yeni giriş got involved with all sorts of bad stuff.

“I left for University when I was eighteen and she ran away a few months later. There was talk of some older bloke she’d been seen about with but none of her friends knew where she’d disappeared to – or at least they weren’t saying. The police couldn’t help; she was sixteen by then. Two years later we finally found her – she was addicted to heroin and was living on the streets in Bradford. It was pure chance that someone we knew saw her and told us where she was.

“I persuaded her to come home but our Grandparents couldn’t cope with her and she left again. She took everything they had and sold it to pay for her drugs. She tried to kick the habit but some habits are hard to break. Eventually she had a complete mental breakdown and ended up in a psychiatric hospital.

“The extra money I earn pays for treatment at a private clinic. I wasn’t happy with the care she was receiving at the hospital and as she’s my sister, what else was I going to do? I couldn’t abandon her; I’m all she has now. Our Grandparents died within months of each other last year. We take one day at a time and she’s slowly recovering. She’s always going to need extra help, but at least she’s not dead.”

Anna drained her glass of wine and poured another one. “I think that just about covers my family, how about yours?” she asked brightly.

Sean reached out and took hold of her hand, squeezing it hard. “You are not alone Anna,” he said quietly. “If you need anything, and I do mean ANYTHING – you only have to ask. I say that not as your boss, but as your friend.”

Tears pricked her eyes and the wall she’d built up over the years began to crumble slightly. “Thanks, that means a lot to me,” she replied with a small smile. And it did; more than she thought possible. It was the first time she’d told all this to anyone new. It felt surprisingly cathartic to talk about it all and for the first time in ages, the enormous weight she’d been carrying about for so long seemed a little lighter. For that she was grateful.

“So tell me about your wife…” Anna asked lightly.

“Wife?” Sean replied blankly. Then he recalled the disastrous way their meeting in his office had ended and the penny dropped. “My dear wife Diane and I have been divorced three years now,” he said with a grim expression.

Anna was surprised to feel a sense of elation at this piece of information. “I’m sorry,” she said, not meaning it in the slightest.

“Oh don’t be…” Sean smiled. “She still gives me grief and I still give her cash.” He rolled his eyes ruefully. “Our daughter lives with her – but I see her as often as I can.”

“And I bet you spoil her rotten!” Anna grinned. The notion of him being a father was a surprising one. It was also a nice one and she could sense her feelings towards him shifting imperceptibly. Was this a good thing? She wasn’t sure – time would tell.

They talked all the way through dessert and another bottle of wine. It felt like they’d known each other forever by the time they left the restaurant and Anna hadn’t had so much fun in ages. By the time they returned to the hotel it was late and she was yawning slightly. When Sean followed her out of the lift and said it was only polite to walk her to her door; she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

The corridor seemed endless as they walked slowly down towards her room. A little too much alcohol had blurred the edges of her vision and she felt fluffy and light headed. Sean held her arm firmly in his grasp and for that she was grateful since it was a certainly she would fall over if he didn’t.

“Room 474,” he announced eventually. “I do believe this is your door?”

Anna stopped and examined the number with the intense scrutiny of the slightly pissed.

“Yep,” she agreed. “It’s mine…”

Sean hid a smile. “Well I’d better say good night then…”

Anna didn’t reply – she was too busy trying to locate her key card in her bag. Where was the darned thing? Eventually she found it and the door opened. Turning back to Sean, she said, “Thanks for a lovely evening.” On impulse she leant forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tasted of wine and she lingered there, enjoying the flavour of his mouth. Big mistake she soon realised, when he pulled her close and crushed her body against his chest, deepening the kiss until her head spun and her senses whirled in a maelstrom of desire.

The alcohol flooding through her veins only served to remove her inhibitions. Had she been sober she would have said “good night” and shut the door on him. That was the trouble with drinking too much wine – she wasn’t used to it.

Sean knew he was taking advantage of her slightly inebriated condition, but he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. Her body melted into his, her arms snaking around his neck and pulling him even closer than he already was. He could hear the small animal noises she was making in response and his good intentions were put under intense pressure. The right thing to do would be to walk away but his libido had other ideas. His cock was rock hard and causing him serious problems. The way Anna was grinding into him wasn’t exactly helping matters.

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