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I sat down at my open laptop and set my steaming cup of coffee next to me. I was so ready to write up this article, and now I feel…distracted. I pick up my phone and start scrolling through six-second dance videos. The musicality takes me further from my original task and I stand to stretch. I love to dance, to really feel myself in my body.

Forward fold, halfway lift, forward fold, chair pose. Repeat.

My hamstrings start to loosen as I continue my sequence. The soft music playing seems to get louder as I attempt to focus on the guitar, rather than the frequency of my increased breathing.

In, out, ribs together, push further.

I ache for the challenge. I need something else to hit.

My brow is furrowing as I become completely engrossed in a lunge. Still and focused, I don’t hear the soft click of the patio door.

I switch from the lunge to a warrior pose, quads and hips straining, when I make eye contact with John. He’s just stepped off of the porch, still in his pajamas. He’s sleepy, hair haphazard, his own coffee’s aroma now filling the space. He sets it next to mine and comes to stand in front of me.

His hands are big and familiar as he places both hands at my waist. We deftly maneuver into a couple’s pose, my legs wrapped around his waist as I stretch backwards and he sumo-squats. It isn’t so sexy as it is intimate. I feel his heartbeat catch up to mine from our contact point – my groin to his belly. He smells like mahogany teakwood and toothpaste, and his morning excitement is impossible to ignore.

I curl back up so that our faces meet. ‘Good morning.’ I let my eyes soak up his face, cheeks, lips, the thick unmanageable brows. His lashes flutter a bit as he smiles and replies, Good morning.

Our first words are like a match to a gasoline spill. Our mouths meet ravenously, lips moulding in and over the other’s. Our teeth manage to avoid the entanglement and the saliva is minimal. The breath is hot, darting back and forth. Dipping, tasting my tongue to fly back to him.

‘Fuck, John,’ I moan, still impressed by his ability to light me up with just his mouth. Too bad I want more of that mouth, and I want it now. I have work to get back to. My laptop screen seems brighter and more urgent for a semi-second. Kocaeli Escort

John doesn’t allow me to forget that he is right there, and as ready as I am. My feet hit the ground and he clutches me to him. Pushes into my mouth and body so hard that I think I might fall. His steadfast grip on my ass keeps me upright. Good thing, because I am melting.

One hand snakes between us to enter my pants. They are loose and I have skipped the panties. He already knows because my sex has left a dark gray circle on my crotch. His smooth fingers separate my lips and begin to rub and cradle. I don’t expect my body to tremble, I’ve been blessed by these fingers many times before. And yet, my eyes disappear into the back of my head. My pussy is dripping onto his palm as he continues to crescendo on my clit. The hood is lifted and open, pulsing for John. His lips are at my neck, kissing, sucking, grazing his teeth over my sensitive earlobes. I’m holding onto his shoulders as I buck into his forearm, my body begging since my mouth is inutile.

John hears me loud and clear, though I’ve yet to ask him directly. He pulls his pants down with one hand while the other grasps my jaw. His eyes feel loaded with passion as he stares into mine. Not just with lust, but with the expectation of perfection, of euphoria, the promise of next time. Next time is never certain, so we let the adrenaline take over.

I sink to my knees fully clothed and take his dick into my mouth. The familiar salty taste mingles with the hazelnut tones of my now-forgotten coffee. My tongue immediately feels wetter, preparing my throat to swallow him. And I do. My lips lock around the bump of his head and glide to the base like butter. Flick my tongue, and twist my wrist. I moan onto his shaft to vibrate the bulging vein carved along the bottom. John’s hips are rocking sporadically now as he struggles to contain his eagerness. Noting his impatience, I struggle to contain my smile. Teeth are not allowed in a blow job.

I sit back on my heels, done sucking him off. I look up at him as innocently as I can, peeling off my shirt, daring him to defile me. He needs no further temptation to press me down flat onto the floor. His hands bunch my sweat pants at the waist and pull much too harshly Kocaeli Escort Bayan to remove them. His mouth is on my still soaking-wet pussy in seconds, each hand encapsulating a whole breast. He’s squeezing harder than some might like, but I need it. Keep me here, with you. Remind me who I am, where I am, what we are. These are the thoughts ping-ponging in my head as I come onto John’s face. His oral pirouette from my pussy to my ass isn’t stopping and everything below my hips is pulsating.

Soon, maybe because he can no longer breathe, John licks up my body to meet me with a kiss. Of course I taste myself, and it tastes the same as last night. Delicious. His heavy cock tickles at my entrance and I use my heels to push his butt to me. Closer, stretching, borrowing into my wet escape. He allows the first two inches in and stalls, the anticipation tantalizing and dizzying. John plunges in once I make eye contact with him, a plunge that I feel at the very back on my pelvis. Before I can even open my mouth, he pulls out, hooks a hand on my right ass cheek and flips me over. Presses between my shoulder blades and spreads my most secret spot. Cue more pussy eating..

His huge cock is banging on my ankle, and at this point I would have broken my back to align our privates together. He stops to rip off his shirt, and I use the opportunity to peek at his broad shoulders, hair askew from my fingers. The line of thick black hair trailing from his chest to his dick looks like a fur sash. I turn back, curl my back like a cat against him and his face falls back to my neck. The heavy breaths and erotic whispers whooshing past my ear are making my already rock-hard nipples pebble to an aching point of tenderness. I reach under my belly to grab his familiar member. It just…fits in my hand, and its soft, and fuck, the familiarity makes me nervous. I jealously grip it and slide it into my leaking pussy.

I’m throwing it back on his pumping thighs immediately, and I can feel him start to sweat. His hands are large enough to wrap around each side of me, slipping from the sheen as he steadies my course. I dig my fingers into the floor beneath me, as I try not to howl like a faking porn star. I’m panting in rhythm with his thrusts, and the overall Escort Kocaeli energy around us feels electric and dense. My clit begs to be flicked while he’s back there doing his thing, and I gratefully oblige. My chest falls to the floor and I make sure to turn my face to the side, giving him a clear view of my face in ecstasy. It always sends him over the edge.

‘Uhnnn’, he mumbles as he fully encases his shaft and meets me face to face on the ground. John’s nose meets my cheek as he whimpers, ‘you are so fucking beautiful’. Trying to spin me around again, but this time he attempts it still buried in my gut. I make the severance for him and flop (sexily) to my back once again. He wraps my knees around his waist before placing both hands on each side of my head. John’s eyes drag along the planes of my face for a minute, before settling on my pupils. My mind stutters just a bit as I wonder what he’s wondering, though I expect he has one thing on his mind…

So I pull up on my elbows, and kiss him deeply, opening my mouth in the way I feel able. Physical intimacy was always my strong suit, and this tactic should allow him into my mind as well as my mouth. The other lips are not neglected for long, as John uses his strong legs to position his tip at the ambit, and slide in.

Fully inside of me, John releases the tension in his arms, and pauses again. I could almost cry from the sensation. I don’t know why the emotions take me over when we are connected like this. I feel suffocated, not only by the full weight of his heavy body on mine, but drowning in the depth of the connection. I feel seen, and want nothing more than to hide. I don’t let the tear out, I just arch my back as high as possible, creating space to breathe. John appreciates the position and focuses fully on pounding my G Spot. Within three pumps, I am squirting all over the floor. John can’t handle the deluge and pulls out at the last minute, coming onto my chest and stomach. A rogue drop lands on my cheek, making me simultaneously both disgusted and flattered. I wipe it off, revelling in the ability to make John lose control.

Neither of us care about the mess we’ve made and we lay still, trying to contain our gasping lungs. John is relaxed on top of me, nestled into the crook of my shoulder, his dick soft. I run my fingers through his hair as I think about my article. How long is too long to cuddle after sex?

I think about how I want to tell him I love him. I think about how I need space. I say nothing except, ‘Want more coffee?’ and shift to break our post coital cocoon.

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Clean Up — Aisle Eight

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Mind my pen name. If you’re looking for the likely, then you’re in the wrong place. What happens in my stories may not be all that plausible, but that’s what fantasy is all about. I reject your reality, and substitute my own. Hope my reality gets you hot. Drop me a line and let me know if you like it, or if you find something I messed up, because I do that frequently.

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Sandra groaned as she hung up the phone. Naturally, Rob would call in on the night that she had to close the store. Now she was stuck with only a couple of bag boys and cashiers, and all of the night-stocking to take care of.

A quick peek out the window of the office took away her frown, however. She knew that Daniel would stay over without much complaint, if she asked him. He’d always been a little sweet on her, ever since she’d been his babysitter years ago. He needed the extra money to pay for his car, too.

“Daniel, pick up on the red line. Daniel, pick up on the red line,” she paged, and saw him walking toward one of the intercom phones.

“Yeah?” Dan answered.

“Could you do me a really big favor? Rob just called in, and I need someone to stay over to fill the sugar, and all the other fast-movers.”

“Sure, Sandra. No problem.”

“Thanks, Sweetie,” Sandra said, and then hung up the intercom. With that taken care of, she returned to counting down the drawers, and the minutes until she could lock the doors.

An hour later, she locked up the store. For once, the doors were closed at ten, instead of a half an hour later because someone had wandered in at the last minute. The other three employees were out the door within a minute or so. Sandra took off her smock with a sigh of relief, and returned to the office. She could hear the sound of Daniel pulling a cart from the back room as she closed the door.

Thankfully, all of the drawers came out right. Sandra leaned back and put her hands behind her head, relieved that she only had to print out a few things, check the coolers, and the back doors before she could leave.

The door swung open, and Daniel leaned in. Sandra saw his eyes widen, and immediately sat up. Sitting with her hands behind her head had thrust out her full breasts into a display that had drawn Daniel’s eyes like a magnet.

“Uhm… Do you want me to check the milk?” He asked with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Yes, please,” Sandra answered, her cheeks growing a little warm. His gaze had embarrassed her a little, but she also couldn’t help but feel a touch flattered that a guy ten years younger than her would look at her that way. She was pushing thirty and single, so she was willing to accept the ego boost.

Daniel nodded, his eyes darting back to her breasts for just a fraction of a second, and then he stepped back out of the doorway.

Sandra covered her mouth with her hand and let out a silent chuckle. After a shake of her head, she started working on the print-outs. As soon as they completed, she stood up, stretched, and left the office to make the rounds of the coolers, checking the temperature gauges.

All of the coolers were running fine, and she saw that the milk was full when she reached that cooler. She’d heard the baler running at about the time she started her rounds, so she assumed that Daniel was finishing up. She didn’t see him when she walked into the back room, and wondered if she’d just missed him going out the opposite set of doors.

All of the back doors were locked up tight, but Sandra ran into a surprise when she grabbed the knob of the door at the back of the bakery department. “Oh,” she groaned, and turned her palm to see the frosting on her hand.

With an explosive sigh of frustration, she walked to the backroom bathroom to wash it off. As soon as she reached the door to the women’s restroom, she groaned. The out-of-order sign meant that the sink had probably sprung a leak again before she’d arrived for the day.

Sandra shook her head in frustration and walked to the men’s restroom instead. She pushed open the door, and froze with a wide-eyed stare.

Daniel ceased the rapid pumping of his hand over his cock, to try to cover himself, and hide a picture of her at the same time.

Sandra couldn’t take her eyes off of him. It had been weeks since she’d had sex, and Daniel had the most gorgeous cock she’d ever laid eyes on. He wasn’t huge, but he certainly wasn’t small, either. He was undoubtedly bigger than the last two men she’d been with. She’d always thought of him as the little boy that she’d babysat, but he was anything but a little boy in her eyes now.

Sandra’s feet were moving before she even realized what she was doing, but she didn’t fight it. Daniel managed to pull up his underwear, but he was still struggling to zip his jeans over his erection when she let the door swing closed behind her.

Arousal surged like a bonfire through Sandra. “Do you need a hand?”

“Wha…” Daniel responded, his face beet red and his voice full Kıbrıs Escort of shame.

Sandra’s voice dropped into a sensual whisper as she reached out to squeeze his cock. “Do you need a hand?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but tugged down on his underwear instead.

Daniel made a few inarticulate sounds as she pulled his briefs completely away from his cock. She licked her lips as she saw it up close, and wrapped her hand around it to feel it throb at the same time. Daniel gasped, his eyes widening.

Sandra looked back up into his eyes and asked, “What were you thinking about?”

His eyes flickered down to her breasts, silently answering the question, even if his lips couldn’t.

“Would you like to see them?”

The embarrassment drained out of Daniel’s face when he responded, “Yeah.”

Sandra released him just long enough to pull her blouse over her head, and remove her bra. “Do you like them?”

“Fuckin’ awesome,” Daniel answered as he reached out to squeeze one.

“Mmm — I like your cock too,” Sandra said as she wrapped her hand around it once more.

Daniel groaned as Sandra rasped her hand up and down his shaft. What little bit of steel had left him returned quickly, leaving him once more rock hard in her grip. She thought about getting down on her knees to suck him, but decided against it when she thought about kneeling on the men’s room floor. A little kink that she’d never tried was calling out to her, anyway.

“Oh fuck, Sandra,” Daniel breathed as she stroked him fast in her hand. He kept squeezing and stroking her breasts, fascinated by the large, firm globes.

Sandra had never actually seen a man come. She’d always taken guys in her mouth, or her pussy. The thought of watching him shoot turned her on, and she was determined to make it happen.

She didn’t have to wait long. Daniel was already on the edge when she’d walked in on him. In only a few seconds, he was breathing heavily, growling, and groaning from her fast stroking hand.

Sandra had never really paid close attention to a man’s cock while giving him a handjob, because it usually didn’t last long. The feeling of his skin sliding over the hard core was fascinatingly unique. The tip swelled, turning purple and oozing a clear drop of pre-cum. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, and the contractions of his muscles trying to pull the hard organ away from his body. She could hear the moist sound of the slit in the tip opening and closing with every stroke of her hand.

Long before she was ready for it to end, his growls tightened, as did his muscles, and he came with an explosive cry.

Sandra moaned as his cream spurted up, to drip down her hand and his cock. Three hard squirts arched into the air as he trembled and jerked.

“Oh, that’s a lot of cum,” Sandra said as she stopped stroking to squeeze him, milking out a final ooze of cream over his tip.

“Holy — fuck,” Daniel breathed between gasps for breath.

Sandra moaned again, and brought her cum-covered hand to her lips. She licked it clean while Daniel leaned against the wall, his twitching cock still dribbling onto the floor and his jeans. She couldn’t resist the sight.

“F-fuck,” Daniel exclaimed as she bent over, placing her hands on the wall on either side of him, and licked him clean with several fast strokes of her tongue. She ended with a little suck on the tip as he tried to push her away, and then stood back up.

Since it was all he could do to remain standing, even propped up against the wall, Sandra unrolled some of the bathroom tissue onto her hand. She daubed the drops of cum from his pants first, and then squatted down to wipe up what had made it to the floor. Another pull from the roll wiped off the worst of the frosting, which she’d completely forgotten about. By this time, Daniel had caught his breath.

“Do you do that a lot — think about me and stroke your cock?”

“All the time.”

“Mmm — I think I’m probably going to finger myself a lot thinking about you, from now on.” Sandra pressed her fingers tight into the crotch of her jeans and shivered.

Now that the heat of catching him masturbating and helping him finish had worn off, Sandra couldn’t stop thinking about where she was, and it wasn’t exactly turning her on. She picked up her blouse and bra from the sink, and crooked her finger to Daniel before opening the bathroom door.

Sandra strutted, letting her denim-clad ass sway for his eyes. He followed, as if in a trance, holding up his jeans as he walked. Sandra knew exactly where she was going, and a crooked grin spread across her face as she walked through the back room to the produce area.

The produce manager constantly hit on her, and had obviously slept through the sexual harassment video. She just ignored him, but now she had the perfect plan for revenge. Once she reached his desk, she tossed her bra and blouse on one corner, and turned around. She cupped one of her breasts, Kıbrıs Escort Bayan and twitched her eyebrows upward.

Daniel caught the hint, and leaned in to suck on her right nipple.

Sandra caressed the back of his head, her passion surging. “Mmm, Dan. That feels good. Don’t make the other one jealous.”

He let her nipple go with a wet pop, and engulfed the other in his lips. Though she normally preferred something more gentle, his aggressive, hungry sucking was making her incredibly hot. She reached down to unbutton her jeans, and slipped a hand into her panties.

“That’s so good, Dan. You’re making me so wet,” she told him as she rubbed her pussy. The denim was making it too difficult, so she pulled away from him to push her jeans down. His eyes dropped to her panties as she stripped off her shoes and jeans as quickly as possible.

Once she deposited her jeans atop her other clothing, Sandra tugged on the tail of Daniel’s t-shirt. He pulled it over his head, revealing his defined, if not overly muscular chest and abs. She offered a moan of approval, and hooked her thumbs beneath her panties.

“Ah man,” Dan muttered as Sandra let her panties drop to her ankles, revealing her pussy, trimmed in dark curls.

Sandra pinched the cotton between her toes and lifted her panties so that she could place them atop the pile of clothing. Dan reached between her legs, and she moaned from the touch as she stepped back. A quick kick sent the office chair rolling out of the way, and Sandra hopped up onto the desk. She scooted back, spreading her legs wide at the same time.

Dan wore a wide, still slightly surprised smile as he watched her rub her pussy. Sandra asked, “Do you like watching me play with it?”

“It’s hot.”

Sandra let out a chuckling little moan and brought her fingers to her lips to suck them clean. She then raised a finger to indicate that he should wait, and slid off of the desk again. His eyes followed her as she walked naked to the cooler door.

The rush of chilly air from the cooler stiffened her nipples even more, causing Sandra to shiver. She located what she was looking for, and pulled the lid off of a box of cucumbers. The kinkiness of what she was doing with Dan already made her want to push the boundaries even more. She selected one about the same thickness as Daniel’s cock, and brought it back out of the cooler.

Dan’s eyes widened when he saw the vegetable in her hand. She wiggled it with a little smile, and then took it to the sink to wash it, stroking it much as she had his cock only a few minutes earlier.

Sandra turned off the water and returned to the desk, sliding atop it with her legs spread once more. She brought the cucumber to her pussy lips, which caused her to yelp and twitch. “Ooo, that’s cold,” she said, and then giggled before pressing the vegetable between her legs again.

A long groan escaped Sandra as she pushed the cucumber into her pussy. She pumped it in and out, looking up into Daniel’s eyes, though his gaze was on the pussy-slick vegetable. When he reached between his legs to adjust his cock, Sandra gasped and added two fingers circling her clit.

Sandra moaned and gasped as she fucked her pussy for him. She knew that her juices were dripping out onto the desk, which was her little revenge on the crass produce manager.

“Are you going to come?”

“Oh, I’m getting close,” Sandra responded. “Do you want to see me come?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Mmm hmm,” Sandra moaned as she pumped the cucumber faster. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder as she felt the itch of an orgasm building inside her. The vegetable made squishing sounds as she rammed it into her soaked pussy. She was positive that she’d never been this wet in all her life.

“Oh god, so close,” Sandra panted as she neared her peak. Daniel was now squeezing his cock as he watched, and she could tell that he was growing hard again.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Gonna…” She never finished, because she exploded into orgasm at that moment. Sandra rammed the cucumber deep inside her, holding it with both hands as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

Sandra trembled and twitched, her walls clamping down tight on the vegetable inside her. Her breathing was little more than sharp gasps, followed by squeals and whimpers.

“Oh — fucking wow,” Daniel muttered as she came, his eyes drinking in her quivering body.

Finally, the initial shock passed, and Sandra pulled the cucumber free of her clinging sheathe. That set off another quake within her, but she took control of her body this time. Her hand was still trembling when she brought the cucumber to her mouth to suck it clean, though.

“I wanna eat your pussy,” Dan blurted out.

Sandra sucked in a sharp gasp, and then let out an excited moan as she crooked her fingers to him. Dan smiled, and grabbed the chair to pull it back in front of the desk.

It took Sandra a few seconds to wriggle Escort Kıbrıs into position with her hands behind her for support, but as soon as she did, Daniel dived into her pussy with the same eager energy that he’d shown when sucking her nipples.

“Oh — god yes. Don’t stop,” Sandra breathed as his tongue danced over her, pressing hard into her folds. She hadn’t completely settled from her first orgasm yet, and the almost painful shocks of ecstasy only made her all the hotter.

Daniel moaned into her pussy as he licked her, showing that he was no stranger to the task by the way his tongue roamed all over her. Sandra stroked the back of his head and shoulders with one hand, using the other to keep her upright. Her hips undulated up toward him as she emitted small sounds of pleasure. Every so often, he would look up into her eyes, and he seemed all the more enthusiastic when he returned his attention to her pussy.

Sandra squealed when Dan pushed his tongue beneath her hood, tantalizing her swollen clit. “Oh! Right there. So good.” Her grip on the back of his head tightened when an especially strong surge of delight spread from her tingling pussy, up through her body. “Make me come, Danny. Oh, make me come.”

Two of Daniel’s fingers penetrated deep, with almost no warning. Sandra sucked in a great gasp as the digits curled to stroke her g-spot. Her next several breaths were rapid pants as the bubble of orgasmic energy inside her swelled from the touch, to quiver on the edge of bursting.

Daniel never left her clit from that point forward. His lips and tongue ran the gambit — licking, sucking, flicking, and rolling her clit. Teetering on the brink of release, Sandra’s hips began to lurch and twitch. Daniel quickly snapped and arm through the V of her bent right leg, his fingers digging into her thigh as he held her in place.

Sandra’s scream of ecstasy echoed throughout the backroom as she came hard on his tongue. A hot, intense itch tingled between her legs, while she broke out into goose bumps from the jolts of chilly energy arcing through her body. Her womb contracted and fluttered, even as her walls clenched tight around his fingers. She gasped and whimpered, held tight in the grip of her orgasm — Daniel held tight in the grip of her clenched thighs and her fingers fisted in his hair.

Sandra couldn’t even hazard a guess about how long she remained in the thrall of blissful release. Her arms and legs went completely limp when her orgasm finally let her go. The arm behind her barely kept her upright, and only just long enough for her to collapse onto the desk without banging her head on the wall.

Daniel sat in the chair, watching her come with a look that combined arousal, fascination, and satisfaction. His face glistened with her juices, and a drop even dangled precariously from his chin. Sandra could feel a trickle of her juices meandering down her ass cheek, and then the tickle as it fell free to spatter on the papers below.

“Oh — w…” Sandra began, but a scream burst from her lips, heralding another wave of orgasm crashing down on her.

“Man, that was fuckin’ awesome,” Daniel said, his eyes still roving from her quivering pussy to her flushed face, drinking in the sight of her coming, and knowing that he’d given her that orgasm.

“Uh — huh,” Sandra agreed, between pants for breath. She swallowed, and then quivered from another jolt of pleasure before begging, “H-help… H-h-help me — up.”

Daniel stood, giving her a fine view of his rock hard cock pressing against his briefs, pushing the waistband away from his body. He took her hands and pulled, enabling Sandra to sit up, and then scoot back on the desk, scrunching papers between her butt and the wall. She grinned when she could see the wet spots on the calendar and the desk.

After a few moments to catch her breath, Sandra twitched her eyebrows and reached out one foot to pull on his jeans. “Mmm — you’re hard again. Take them off.”

Dan dropped his jeans, and then struggled out of his shoes to remove them. Sandra only had eyes for his cock — rock hard and twitching in anticipation.

Sandra licked her lips and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Hell yeah.”

Sandra moaned and scooted until her legs dangled over the edge of the desk again. She stood, and pulled Daniel into a hungry kiss while she squeezed his cock. As soon as she pulled away from the kiss, she darted around him and said, “C’mon.”

“What?” He then realized that she was heading for the double doors leading out to the store floor. “Are you crazy?”

“I’m hot and bothered,” Sandra said without looking back. She pushed the doors open and stood in them. “Do you want me, or not?” With that, she stepped through and let the doors swing closed.

Naturally, Daniel was right behind her. He looked incredibly nervous, and kept his hands in front of his cock as he hurried to catch up with her. Sandra felt delightfully naughty, walking through the brilliantly lit back aisle. There was a slight chance that someone outside might see her in the second that she crossed each of the aisles, but it was unlikely at this time of night. The danger from the huge windows on the other side of the building, no matter how unlikely, turned her on even more.

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Closing the Bar Ch. 02

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This is the second chapter to ‘Closing the Bar’ although it can be read alone. Please feel free to send feedback on storyline and characters as I’d love to hear your comments.

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Tuesday night seemed like a world away. Would things be weird between Eliza and I if she’s working tonight? The flirting had been going on for weeks; her brushing her chest against me in close quarters, bending over as much as she could when she knew I was watching her clean tables, and brushing off her chest making them bounce in all directions when she caught my eye. But now that we’d fucked earlier this week, I wondered if work would be different… I could still vividly hear her moaning in my head and couldn’t stop picturing my dick spreading her wet lips apart as I entered her from behind.

My dick got hard as I sat at a red light on my way into work as I thought about what happened two nights ago. It was 4:30 on Thursday and I was approaching work for my shift that night.

I walked in the front door and headed to the bar to log in to the system. It was quiet, as it always is during shift changes, so I quickly logged in and headed to the back for some bar towels and to check the schedule to see who was working tonight… There was her name, Eliza, coming in at 7. The closing shift. My mind raced as the memory of her large tattoo covering her back lay before me as I held onto her hips, thrusting deeper into her hot wetness. I guess we’ll find out how our situation stands tonight. I was hoping for the best.

I continued back to the shed, thinking about Eliza’s 34C tits in my hands, when Andrea popped out of the office.

“What up boss,” I said smiling, thinking she looked hot tonight.

Andrea, or Andy, was one of the managers and owner of the bar. We had a good relationship, always joking around, sometimes flirting. She always joked and flirted back, but mainly keeping it light. About 5’5″, Andy had light brown curly hair and a fantastic body. Her voluptuous tits, bigger than a handful, always were pushed

up, peaking out of her shirt and she had a great ass. She usually wore a mix between flowy dresses and jeans depending on what role she was playing at the bar that

day. She was a lot of fun to, which made her a good boss and really, made her that much sexier. Today she looked hot as usual, with a tight, green tank top and a brown floor length flowy skirt. She almost gave off a hippy vibe, but no matter what, always drew the guys to the bar when she worked because of her sex appeal.

“You look good tonight,” she responded, “actually kind of cute. Are you dressing up for Ms. Johnson again?”

Ms. Johnson was a 40-something year old woman who sometimes came into the bar by herself on nights when I was working, and the wait staff constantly joked that I flirted with her. Who wouldn’t? She had a great body, not even for her age, and always tipped really well. She always had a confidence about her, too, that made her even sexier. It also didn’t hurt that one night after drinking one too many glasses of wine she went to the bathroom, leaving her phone on the bar unlocked and facing my direction. To check and make sure it was in fact hers, I pulled it closer and noticed she had left a picture on the screen of herself, naked, posing in front of her bathroom mirror. She had nice, perky tits and really Kocaeli Escort toned body. One hand was holding her phone taking the picture, and one hand was creeping down her hips where, with her legs spread, I could make out the silhouette of her pussy lips. When she came back from the bathroom, she winked while picking up her phone, finished her drink and walked out for the night into her cab. Since then, of course I paid her some attention.

“You’d flirt with her too if you’d seen that picture I told you about,” I joked back to her.

“Maybe I have,” she whispered as she disappeared back into the office.

Now that’s an interesting thought. My mind wandered to Ms. Johnson coming in one night when I was off, flirting with Andy instead of me. I wonder if Andy was into girls at all…

The night started and we had the usual dinner rush. Eliza showed up right on time for her shift, but since it was in the middle of the rush, I didn’t really see her until she came up to the bar to pick up drinks for her first table. She was wearing her usual work shirt, but instead of the standard ‘uniform’ jeans she had on a short, white skirt that barely covered her ass. My dick twitched as I saw how sexy she looked.

“Is Andy cool with you wearing that?” I asked, smiling at her and trying not to stare.

“I told her I spilled something on my jeans on the way over, and this was the only thing in my car.” She smiled back, winking, as she picked up the two beers she rang in. “And I’ve got another surprise for you too, but you’ll have to wait and see.”

Shit, that skirt was surprise enough. It was lacy and frilly like a school-girl’s and barely covered what it needed to. I tried to discreetly catch any kind of glimpse of her ass as she walked away, but didn’t have any luck. I guess the answer to my question was clear. Neither of us were uncomfortable with our previous night’s activities and clearly the teasing had been upped a notch. I was suddenly glad it was jeans I was wearing and not something looser.

As the dinner rush dwindled, there was a nice lull in the night and Andy came to sit up at the bar. The was telling me about a couple new beers she was going to purchase for the bar, tasting them one by one while I stole glances at her perky tits concealed tightly in her green top; cleavage poking out of the top…

“Shit!” Andy proclaimed knocking me out of my gaze. “I completely forgot about the tapes.”

I raised my eyebrow, clearly showing I had little idea what she was talking about. She got the hint and continued.

“I got a call last week from the neighboring bar owner who said he caught some guy looking into their windows late at night when he was reviewing one of their security cameras. He was jiggling each door, obviously trying to find a way in. I got nervous so I installed a few cameras around the bar and I wanted to see if he was looking in here as well.”

My heart sunk. Did she say cameras??

“When did you install them?” I asked trying to stay calm.

“Last Sunday,” she said pointing to a camera behind me. “Two in here, and two outside. And I meant to check them tonight to see if I could see that guy stopping by.

Beer tasting’s been fun,” she smirked, “but I have to get back to the office for a bit. It’ll probably take the rest of the night, Kocaeli Escort Bayan but come get me if you need anything.”

She walked to the back as I slowly started to freak out. I immediately scanned the bar for Eliza. I had to tell her. I called her over and told her what Andy was doing, and immediately she got as nervous as I was.

“What if she fires me? What if she calls the police? Is it illegal to fuck in a bar?”

“Listen,” I said trying to hide my own nerves about the situation, “I doubt she’d call the police, and I’ll take full responsibility of this if it comes down to it. I know I can pull another job across town and I’m sure they can take you on as well. Plus, she said she was searching for someone on the outside, so she may not even scan the ones filming inside. Let’s just not freak out and we’ll see if anything comes of it. See if you can catch a glace in the office from time to time to see if you can tell what she’s looking at. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The night crept along. All I could think about was the outcome of Andy finding that recording of Eliza and I fucking on one of the dining room tables. I snapped out of my thoughts, though, when Eliza came bounding up to the bar with a huge grin on her face at around Midnight; her skirt flapping up and down as she came. The last 3 times Eliza has snuck a peak at Andy in the office she was still reviewing the tapes with little expression on her face. Hopefully this cheerfulness meant Andy was done reviewing the footage and snuck out the back to go home. I just wanted this night to be over.

“You won’t believe what’s going on in the office!”

By the tone of her voice, I assumed it wasn’t bad, but what on earth could have made her this happy?

“Andy found the footage…” she said obviously holding something back, “and well, I think she doesn’t mind… Just come with me.”

I was clearly confused, but followed Eliza back to the door of the office, not concerned about the bar as it was a very slow night. As we got closer I saw that the office door was slightly cracked open. Eliza grabbed my hand and led me on, putting her finger up to her lips telling me to be quiet. What could possibly be going on…

As I peaked through the slit in the door, I heard a soft moan coming from within. I could see Andy’s back to the door as she sat in her office chair and saw that she had her right leg propped up on the desk; her head tilting back and forth. I glanced up at the screen and my heart dropped: I saw Eliza and me from a couple nights ago. Eliza was sitting on the bar as I was sucking her exposed, beautiful tit. She was leaning back with the look of pure pleasure on her face as I moved from one breast to the other.

I snapped my attention back to Andy and saw her massaging her left breast from beneath her shirt while she hiked up her long flowing skirt with her other hand. Was she touching herself? On the screen I was hoisting Eliza from the bar and bending her over one of the dining room tables, pulling her panties down her legs about to enter her from behind. Andy let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the free movie in front of her. Her hand came out from under her skirt as she stuck it in her mouth, quickly returning it from where it came.

I could hear Eliza’s breath get shorter in my ear as she watched Escort Kocaeli Andy from over my shoulder. I felt her grab my hand to bring it around my back, bringing it closer to her body. Her breath still close to my ear, she guided my hand to her skirt. I immediately felt a warmth from under it as I got closer. Curling my fingers with hers, she lead me straight to her dripping wet pussy.

“Surprise,” she breathed into my ear.

She obviously hadn’t been wearing underwear all night, and as my hand cupped her mound, I slipped a finger in her awaiting pussy easily; both of us still eyeing Andy touch herself from through the door. She was dripping wet and my fingers became covered in her juices instantly. I switched back and forth from toying with her clit to slipping a finger into her soft, awaiting pussy. She wrapped her arm around me and held me tight as I got her off; her breathing getting heavier.

We couldn’t do this here. Andy was a couple feet away, and I know just how loud Eliza could get. Without removing my hand from beneath her skirt I lead her out into the dining room, peaking through the curtain to make sure everyone was in fact gone. With my finger still curled into her slit, we walked back into the bar guiding her as my finger pressed against the front wall of inside her. I turned around and brought her close, kissing down her neck and toying with her clit. She moaned into my shoulder as I moved my lips and tongue up to her ear. With both of her hands she started unbuckling my belt… As soon as she slid my jeans down, I kicked them off and hoisted her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I started sucking her breasts through her shirt.

“I want you inside me,” she moaned softly as I sucked her.

Removing one hand from around my neck she grabbed my dick and slowly lowered herself on to me, easily guiding me into her steaming lips. Standing in the middle of the room, with her legs wrapped around me, I fucked her; lifting her slowly up and down off my dick. After a few minutes of pure pleasure, I set Eliza down on a table, still deep inside her. I slowly removed her shirt over her head and she unclasped her bra. Her soft breasts fell out and she laid back on the surface. I started moving in and out of her slow at first, steadily moving my hips back and forth, focusing my gaze on our wetness where it met. It was so hot watching my dick slowly penetrate her pink lips, as Eliza let out soft moans enjoying the feeling of her creamy breasts in her own hands.

My pace quickened and Eliza moved a hand down to her clit. Rubbing side to side and my thrusting quickened. Her moans matched mine as I started to climax; our breathing matching as we started to cum. I saw her body tense up as her legs wrapped, again, around my waist. She pulled me close with her ankles as I unloaded deep into her, twitching as my orgasm subsided with hers. As her breathing slowed, I slowly pulled out of her feeling every inch of inside her; our juices dripping down my shaft and out her slit.

I reached down and handed Eliza her bra, catching a glimpse at her tag. ’34d?’ I guess I was wrong…

*******

Andy’s breathing slowed as her orgasm subsided. ‘I can’t believe I just saw that,’ she thought as she removed her fingers from her dripping pussy, ‘and I can’t believe how turned on I was. Did I have the sound on?? I swear I heard moans…”

She quickly closed the footage from the other night, showing the tab she had pulled up prior; next weeks schedule. She spent a couple minutes rearranging the schedule, making sure a few of the employees lined up to close a few more nights than usual…

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Sam shuffled the crumbed paper in his hands for the hundredth time as he waited at the corner of the boarded up bookmakers across the badly lit street from the Sports bar. The printout didn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know, he’d read it so often that he could remember it all. But he had a habit of re-reading things to see if he could get any more information from something whenever he hit a brick wall.

He was against one now, physically and metaphorically, this was the last lead he had in this damn fraud case that he’d been hired to help the department with. It wasn’t often that the police asked for any help with their cases, but this time there had been too many people close to the issue and not enough people to go round so reluctantly the chief had asked Sam to follow up on some leads that they couldn’t.

He’d dressed down for this occasion, battered Levi’s and a Lakers shirt underneath his worn black leather jacket, it didn’t pay to stand out when you needed to follow someone.

A door across the street opened and a woman stepped out into the cool night air, she moved with an easy air of confidence – her high-heeled feet effortlessly stepping across the mismatched flagstones outside the bar. She was wearing a long, light brown suede coat over a low-cut one piece crimson dress that clung to her body like a second skin, flowing down from her chest and hugging her curves down to her knees in a way that made Sam forget for few seconds that he shouldn’t be staring. She turned her head to look back into the bar, her shoulder length auburn hair flowing over her bare shoulders as she flicked it back, her eyes clear despite the low light of the street. That was her.

Sam pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one as the woman looked back across the street, his face was hidden from her by the wide brimmed hat on his head as well as the bad lighting as the flame from the lighter danced over the end of his cigarette. By the time he’d put the lighter away she was already walking, the click, click, click of her heels on the pavement echoing down the street.

He watched her walk, the way her … the way she was swaying along those flagstones down the road. He flicked his cigarette away and pushed himself up off of the wall as she reached the corner of the next block. With quick, quiet steps he set after her, matched her pace as she moved along the streets, heading uptown from the bar. He wasn’t surprised, any other direction would have meant trouble of some kind in a few blocks, this street was like an arrow that pointed towards the trouble areas of the city.

They were too far downtown to have any kind of traffic at this hour, the rush hour chaos had long since gone and even the taxis were parking up ready to sleep. No one went around in the week, certainly not this far out. All of which had struck with Sam as a big fat question ‘why she would be here?’ She was a Lawyer from the brief moment he’d had to read the papers without showing them off, he’d not had time to read up much more from the larger than expected dossier Kıbrıs Escort of information. Annoyingly his car was in the shop for something likely to be expensive, so he had no time to read anything more than hints of who she was.

The phone call earlier this evening had changed that, only one hour earlier. He’d had to rush outside to get the train downtown; a taxi fare at this time would be crazy. But promises of a large payment, a large enough payment to save his car from extinction to track this woman, tonight. The chief had a left a pigeon hole number for him to collect her dossier from the station as he was out this weekend, but it would be there.

Sam felt a creeping sensation run up his spine as he reached the corner of the block; she’d gone. Already. A frantic worry of another kind struck him – how could he get the payment if he lost her? A chance glint in one of the windows across the screen, framed by the spilling light of a lamp post in front of it. A glitter of movement, his head naturally followed the angle from where to there, and there, further down the street, just appearing from the other side of a bus shelter, walking on. Sam caught his breath and followed on. He made sure that the papers were firmly wedged into his trenchcoat pocket, every good PI had a trenchcoat – Sam’s old friend, Seven, had once said that he remembered a friend saying this was because there would be more room to hide things. The papers were safe.

Further up the street the woman’s heels could be heard again, she walked quickly – no wonder around here. Sam paused at the entrance to a side street, one large enough that it formed one of the smaller crossroads. He’d been following her for three blocks now and the architecture, if he was honest, was looking a lot better, less bars on the windows for one, always a comfort.

Still a one block distance away from him the woman paused, reached into her bag; pulling out a cigarette, lighting it in a flicker of her fingers with a small coloured lighter. Sam watched the light flare; he was still just outside the distance her heels could be heard and he pressed himself up against the edge of a door as she stood there for three long, slow breaths before she flicked the smoking butt away to the side, a score of red down to the gutter.

Then she was walking again, turning right into the street alongside a high walled building, one of the earliest in the city, three stories high. It had once been a department store for a well known local name. Now it was two floors of multigym and one floor of offices, all of which had the lights off.

Sam waited and then moved up to the corner, holding himself at the edge after he’d moved up as quickly he’d dared. He paused and let his breath catch for a few moments, slowly down his chest before slightly closing his eyes and concentrating, concentrating to listen. Everything was quiet. Five, ten, fifteen seconds he waited, listening, ears sharp, breathe held.

Nothing. He couldn’t afford to lose her again. He let out his breath and looked around the corner, keeping Kıbrıs Escort Bayan tight to the wall just his eyes and head, hat held down to the side for a moment. Nothing. He stepped out and started to walk down the street, putting his hat back on as he moved down the single track road between another anonymous old building and the multigym.

Five paces in she stepped out from nowhere, the jacket gone from the red crimson dress as she stood right in out beside him, her eyes level with his as the click, click of those heels announced her as much as the sight of her. His reactions saved him before he could walk into her, his face snapping to hers. Her lips were curled into a dangerous smile, a smile that a victorious council is all too familiar with. His eyes caught that smile before he could even shout in surprise, those crimson lips taking his breath away as a shred of a moment later he felt her hand squeeze between his legs, fingers pushing over the tight denim and between his thighs, pulling up and cupping her fingers firmly around his balls as she stood there.

“What you looking for Sam?” she said; her lips moving like music in front of his eyes.

Sam took in a sharp breath, as sharp as those long scarlet nails that were gripping the most delicate place he had. He struggled for breath, his eyes wide as he looked at her; jacket gone, a plunging neckline into a cleavage you could ski down. The breath he’d took it, he held, his eyes looking up and into hers, into her deep green eyes holding his gaze as her fingers squeezed, eased, rolled…

“Fuck…”

He managed in a gasp of breath, a shiver running down from his top, up from his toes, into where her fingers were working magic, how, when had he become that hard? There was no way she couldn’t realise as she looked into his eyes, working her fingers over his balls, squeezing left to right, moving them between her fingers… jeans had never felt that transparent before.

She moved closer. Her lips barely a whisper from his, her breath warm against his mouth as her eyes looked deep into his. His mind was on something quite other than her eyes, even as he stared into them, pupils bursting as she slid her slender fingers up from his balls and over his shaft. He opened his mouth, but only a distant gasp came out.

He felt, as much as heard the sound of the zip. His zip. The zip on his jeans sliding notch after notch down the front until the tension on his waist slipped and his aching cock could finally push out from inside those jeans in an curling push that made his toes want to curl.

Her tongue. Slid. Over her mouth. Tracing a long, slow line around the edge of those crimson lips. His eyes drawn down as she licked. His breath caught once more. Her eyes catching hers and then. Down. She was kneeling down and pushing.

He hit the back of the alleyway, coarse brick against the back of his arse a moment before…

Her tongue ran down. Sliding from the tip of his shaft and over.

He gasped. His legs shook. He felt a shudder run up from his Escort Kıbrıs balls to the tip of his shaft and…

“Fuck…”

His mind was swimming, unable to focus.

“mmmmmmmmmMmmmmmm…”

He could feel the sound as much as hear it as she purred down his shaft; her lips slurping around his balls at the base, sucking one of them into her mouth as his hands hit the sides of the wall around him and his hips just pushed forwards, pushed and rolled up as she…

Her lips slid over from one of his balls to the next, he felt an almost audible pop as her mouth sucked around the other one… which one… fuck… he didn’t know…

He felt his cock stiffen, a delicious tingle, shudder, run up from his balls to the head as a single pump of cum ran out from the tip of his shaft and down, down his cock to where her lips were sucking over his balls.

His hand reached out, stroked over her hair, feeling the silky long waves through his fingers as she moved her lips. Moved her lips up and sucked, sucked from the base to the tip in a messy long audible slurp until her crimson lips slid over the top of his cock and sucked.

Now. Now he couldn’t speak. Tailing her. Information. Everything was gone except the feeling of her mouth. And that tongue. Pushing against the slit of his cock and teasing out every little drop of cum from his cock and…

He took in a long deep breath as her mouth closed around his shaft, pushed down and down and down and… down… and… down… warm. Hot. Tight.

“Mmmfmmmmmffmmm” she murmured, hummed, sucked, around his shaft, every inch of him between those crimson lips.

Sam was struggling to contain himself. Ten minutes ago he’d been chasing after her, desperate to find where she… now she was on her knees, her mouth; his cock; sunk into her throat.

Her head. Bobbing now, on his shaft, pumping over his cock as he leaned into the wall of the alleyway, his fingers running through her hair.

“Oh yes…”

Her hands slapped onto his hips; gripping his waist, his arse, pulling him, urging him; wanting more. He knew it. He started to push, closing his eyes, fingers in her silken soft hair as he fucked her face as she took him.

“Ahhh…”

Teeth. A bite. More tension. Right at the base of his cock, squeezing a extra bit of pull, running up from the bottom, all the way to the edge of his foreskin, pushing it up and…

“Yes!”

He felt his balls squeeze. She didn’t move as he came. Heavy breaths and gasps from his mouth as warm spunk pumped out from the slit of his cock into her mouth, so much, so hard. He hadn’t cum like this in a time since he couldn’t remember… His knees buckling; his fingers clawing into her hair as he came and came and came…

~~~~

Sam came to. His balls. His cock. They were aching like anything, she was standing over him, her tongue working over her lips.

“See you soon Sam.” she said, her tongue licking away the last of his spunk from her mouth.

Sam really couldn’t manage to reply.

Then. She was gone. There was no question about following her. His legs really weren’t going to be working anytime soon.

“Fuck…” he managed to say, as she vanished.

It wasn’t until he got home, one bus and a taxi later that he realised the dossier in his pocket on her was gone.

“Fuck.” Said Sam.

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Chronicles of Naughtiness Ch. 02

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(Essential to Read Part I)

Having pulled her legs together, I rubbed and massaged them until I reached the waistband of her panties. When I had a secure grip, she lifted her hips ever so slightly, helping me to remove them. Of course, I went slowly, wanting to savour the experience of her allowing me to do so.

“What do you need to do now, Brenda?”

She lifted her head slightly from the bed, “You want me to open my legs again?”

“What do you need to do now, Brenda?”

“Open my legs”. (She rested comfortably on the bed before opening her legs.)

“Good girl!”

I stood up and looked into her eyes; willing her to look into mines. When she did, “Look how hard I am for you”. I looked at my hardness, visible through my slacks, then looked up to see if she was seeing what I wanted her to see; of course, she was; her eyes fixed on my hardness. “I could unzip and slide into you right now but, first, I have something else for you.”

I got back on my knees and leaned forward so my hands could reach her beautifully shaved pussy. “I just want you to enjoy yourself; relax and let yourself go. Nothing I do will bring you pain; well, not until I spank that lovely arse of yours. “

I started rubbing her inner thighs, her buttocks, back to her inner thighs and above her vagina, all the while telling her how beautiful she looks. I leaned forward and smelt her pussy and told how lovely she smelled. “Umm, I’m going to enjoy tasting you, but right now I’m going to jerk you off”.

I said this purposefully, knowing that she wouldn’t know what I was on about. I learned quite a few things in Europe and one thing in particular consisted of jerking Kıbrıs Escort a woman off. “Remember, I’d never hurt you.” I rubbed along her labia, careful not to make contact with the hood of her clitoris. I combined this sensation with rubbing her bottom and inner thighs. I wanted the blood to rush to her vagina; soon I could tell my efforts were having the desired affect. Brenda was relaxing and her soft moans encouraged me, so I licked along her labia before using my left forefinger and thumb to squeeze the clitoris hood together. When Brenda moaned loudly, I started jerking her off with up and down movements of my hand. When I discovered the right jerking sensation for her, I used two fingers of my right hand and slowly inserted them into her pussy. Brenda responded by grinding herself on my fingers. With my two fingers inside her, I pressed downward, simulating fucking her whilst jerking her off.

“Oh, that feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“You don’t want me to stop, Brenda?”

“No, please, please keep doing what you’re doing”

“Oh, I’m just getting started, naughty girl. I have another way to jerk you off”

Because of the novelty of it, Brenda was quickly nearing an orgasm, but I wanted to extend her pleasure and mine; it’s so wonderful exploring a woman’s body and helping her to reach orgasm. I removed my fingers and released the pressure on the hood of her clitoris. I could tell from her gyrations that she didn’t want me to stop, but I had something more in stored for her.

I quickly leaned forward and gently took hold of her upper labia and hood of her clitoris. When I was comfortable, I started an up and down, jerking Kıbrıs Escort Bayan motion. Um, I could see her enlarged clitoris going in and out; Brenda started rocking up and down, matching my rhythm. I was jerking her off and she was getting close.

“Oh, that’s it, please don’t stop.”

Ah, yes, you like me jerking you off don’t you, Brenda?”

“Oh, fuck yes, I love it.”

“Will you give me what I want, Brenda?”

“Yes, of course … ah, oh yes, anything you want”

I deliberately slowed my jerking motion; this upset the rhythm we had going. “How can I be sure you’ll give me what I want, Brenda?”

“Oh, oh, please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop, please.”

I resumed my action and she immediately started rocking her hips up and down. “What will you do for me, Brenda?”

“Anything”

“Like what, Brenda?”

She was so close now, “I’ll suck you off”. I slowed down just a little “Ah, no, you can fuck me, please, please don’t stop.”

“You know what I want don’t you? You remember what I like you to say don’t you?

“Yes, oh, yes, please, please fuck my ass!”

“Oh, yes, that’s my naughty girl”. I made an O shape with my mouth and put it over the hood of Brenda’s clitoris and sucked in and out until she exploded, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head.

When she finally released me, I stopped sucking and slide back to my knees; I waited for her nectar. When the white crème came into view, I moved forward so that I could capture it with my tongue with one long stroke. “Um, that tastes so delicious!” I straighten her legs and pulled her dress down before lying down next Escort Kıbrıs to her. I needed to let her recover before making my next move.

“Oh, baby, that was so good.” She leaned into me and we kissed passionately. “What do you want me to do baby; I mean, do you want my ass?”

I smiled at her, “I do but not tonight. I what you to get on top of me and ride my cock, only I want a reverse ride; I want to see your lovely ass in action.”

She flashed a wicked smile, “I’d love to ride your cock!” She adjusted her skirt then slid over before pushing me onto my back, then climbed on top of me. Looking into my eyes, she leaned forward and kissed me passionately as she adjusted herself. “I know you want it the other way round, but can I have some this way?”

I smiled, giving her a side ways look, “For a little bit!”

She placed her hands on both side of my face and we kissed, whilst she teased my cock, letting it slide up and down her pussy and ass until finally she lifted up and went down on me, her pussy enveloping my hardness. She settled down, allowing us to adjust ourselves before breaking our kiss. She then placed her hands on my chest and leaned forward with a broad smile. “Can I?!

“By all means, do!”

“Don’t move; let me do all the work!”

“Absolutely, I don’t want it any other way.” Um, she rocked me until the brink of orgasm before taking hold of her skirt and spinning around with my cock still inside her.

We adjusted ourselves once again, my legs together and hers astride mine. She leaned forward for support and rocked me good and hard, her ass sliding up and down on my cock.

“Um, what a lovely sigh this is.” It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. “Ah, yeah, I’m ready now” My words just encouraged her.

She turned to face me, but didn’t stop sliding up and down. “Please cum inside me”

“Yes, right now; ah, yes, I’m cumming”.

“That’s good, baby; cum inside me.”

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Christine and Jonny Ch. 01

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He recognized her from the pictures she had sent him, when she pulled her car to a stop in front of his house. She was prettier in the flesh, he could see, as she stepped out of the car. She was curves in all the right places.

It was a very hot and humid, lazy August afternoon. Christine was wearing a red minidress, and it looked like it had been made specifically for her. Held up by thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders, a plunging neckline, where, for a long wonderful moment, Jonny lost himself in her cleavage. He could see parts of a lacy black bra, holding her breasts up, forming those wonderful curves. The dress fit snug to her body, the thin material clinging to her sweaty skin. The minidress ended on her upper thighs, flaring out with a flirty bounce.

Jonny was sitting on a chair in the shade of his front porch. He was wearing blue jeans and sandals, no shirt. She could only see his head from the street. There was a three-foot wall around the porch. She walked up the steps.

“Hi Jonny,” she said.

“Hi Christine,” he replied, standing up. She jumped to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “You came,” he said. “I can’t believe you came.” This young sexy woman in his arms was like something out of his best wet dream. She was grabbing onto him tightly, her hands running up and down his back. One of her hands grabbed his ass.

“Just as nice as I thought,” she said, squeezing his butt. He held her tight to his body, and grabbed her tight round ass, squeezing it, caressing it.

“You are sexier in person than in any of the photos,” he said. “And the photos were all very sexy.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Do you want to go inside?” She gently rubbed against him.

“Christine, baby, it’s even hotter in there than it is out here. Why don’t you sit next to me, or in my lap, out here for a while. I know you drove far and hard to get here. Do you want a beer or something?”

“The thing that kept me going, all the way from the coast, was knowing that when I got here, I’d finally have you inside me.”

Jonny sat down in his chair, and he looked up at Christine. “Well, I can’t say no to that.” He unzipped the fly of his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down to the ground. “Nobody can see from the street, and hardly anyone comes down this street anyway,” he said.

She eyed his cock, smiling wide. She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his cock with her small hand, and Jonny groaned. She slid her hand up and down his cock, using his sweat to lubricate him. She kissed him—finally that kiss—and he felt her tits while she jacked him, and they lost themselves in their kiss. His cock was soon at full mast, standing rock hard in her hand. She broke the kiss, smiled at him devilishly, and then, mouth open, descended on his cock, taking first the head into her mouth, sucked on it, took a little more inside, sucking on it lightly. Jonny felt the wet warm of her mouth engulf his cock and he groaned again. He took her hair in his hands and held it back behind her head, loosely. She sucked harder on his cock, taking more into her mouth. She started playing with his balls with her hand, and then he felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat, and he squeezed her hair in his hand, tightly, holding her head. He slowly moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned and tried to push away from him, but he only squeezed her hair tighter and forced her head up and down faster. His cock got bigger and harder and thicker as she sucked it, and now it was filling her throat every time he brought her head all the way down. He drove his cock down her throat, burying her nose in his dark curly pubic hairs. She moaned some more, and the vibrations along his cock were too Kıbrıs Escort much for him to handle. He pulled her head up, by the hair, taking his cock out of her mouth. He pulled down on her hair, forcing her to look up, and then he pulled her closer to him, and with his free hand he grabbed his hard cock, aimed, pumped up and down just once, and blew his load on her chest, squirting gobs of cum into her cleavage, on her lacy black bra, and on her red dress.

He finished coming, let go of her hair, and fell back in his chair. She smiled wickedly at him. “You really do know exactly what I want,” she said, before grabbing her tits, one in each hand, and licked the semen off, gulping it down. “You’re delicious,” she said. “Can I have that glass of water?” He handed her his glass of water. She took a sip and then poured it on her chest, all of it, drenching the front of her red minidress, washing away what was left of the cum she couldn’t reach with her tongue.

“Did that water help you cool down?” Jonny asked her.

Christine smiled again. “I’m still hot where it counts,” she said. She climbed into his lap, sitting sideways across him, and they kissed again, gently, eyes closing. He held her tightly to him, his hands roaming from her sweaty thighs, to her tight round ass, across her belly, and up to her wet tits, squeezing each one gently, before roaming back down to her belly. He inched his fingers down, down, to her bare smooth thighs, and she spread her legs for him. He kept kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth now, crossing her lips, over her tongue. His fingers crawled up her inner thigh, until finally he came to the thong she was wearing. He traced a finger from her asshole, across her pussy lips, and then to her clit.

“Your panties are soaked,” Jonny said.

“That happened as soon as I saw you,” she said. They kissed again, passionately, and he slowly moved her thong out of the way of his probing fingers, and his fingers found her clit, and he toyed it between his index finger and thumb. She moaned into his mouth and he made a little circle around her clit, and she moaned again. He kept rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb, and with his index finger probed her opening, the wetness between her pussy’s lips. A few more circles on her clit, and then he slowly slid his finger into that hot wet loveliness. First to a knuckle, and then another, and then, inside her, he tapped against the upper wall of her pussy, searching for that special spot. He tapped a few times, searching inside her, rubbing her clit still, until she broke the kiss, threw her head back and moaned, loudly. He kept tapping her spot, now that he had found it, and, still doing circles on her clit… she started bucking her hips against his hand, and he slid his middle finger into her pussy. She gasped and moaned again, as he was using both fingers to rub her g-spot now.

“Jonny—I’m coming!” she cried, suddenly, and when she did, he stopped rubbing her clit, slid his ring finger into her pussy, and rapidly slid all three fingers in and out of her hot pussy. She cried out, and he fucked her pussy harder with his fingers. In and out, as far as possible, she was tossing her head back and forth and bucking her hips hard against his hand, trying to get as much of his fingers into her soaking wet pussy as possible. Her body was wracked by one last wave of wonderfulness, the orgasm overtaking her, and then she was done, exhausted from coming harder than she had in a long time. She threw her arms around him, held him tight. He slid his fingers out of her pussy and hugged her tightly.

“I’m so happy you came to me,” Jonny whispered in her ear as he held her in his strong arms. “I still can’t believe you’re actually here. This Kıbrıs Escort Bayan is like a dream.”

Christine smiled, snuggled up against his muscular body. “It’s the best dream I’ve ever had,” she said. They held each other for a while, and the day lazed away, slowly. It was midafternoon, and had only gotten hotter and muggier. “Is there any escape from this heat?” she asked him.

“Sometimes a shower can help, right around now. Wash away the sweat and the humidity,” Jonny said. Christine was up in a heartbeat.

“I only want to shower if you’re in there with me,” she said. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Jonny took her hand and led her inside the small house. The bathroom was across from his bedroom.

“I’ll show you that room later.”

“Okay,” she said. He opened the bathroom door and led her inside. He turned on the water, not too cold but definitely not hot, just right, and then turned to Christine. They kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other. He reached behind her and found the zipper of her minidress, and slowly pulled it down. With his free hand he slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, and then the minidress fell to the floor. He took a step back to admire her beauty. She was standing there in her black lacy bra and tiny black thong. She giggled, watching his eyes take all of her in. She let one of the bra should straps fall off her shoulder. He stepped to her, kissed her again, and deftly reached behind her and undid the clasp holding her bra on. It fell to the floor and her breasts fell out, perky and round, perfect, like he had imagined, and even better than in the photos. He kissed her again and she grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it up, off his body and to the floor. His shorts fell and so did his boxers, and then he knelt before her, running his hands up and down her smooth sexy legs, then sliding his thumbs inside the string band of her thong, and slid it down her body, revealing to his eyes, finally, her shaved pussy. He looked up at her, from his knees. She smiled. “Let’s shower,” she said. He stood up. His cock was hard again. He turned on the shower and they stepped in, closing the curtain behind them. He stood Christine in next to the showerhead, with her back to it, facing him, and the water splashed on her shoulders and back, running down the front of her, between and around her beautiful breasts, which Jonny could hardly, for the moment, take his eyes off. She smiled and reached over to him and grabbed his hard cock, stroked it slowly up and down. She got her hair wet, and arched her back, letting the water run over her head. She held onto his cock. He took a step closer to her and grabbed her hips. He held her close to him, and she let go of his cock, because it was right where she wanted it… between her legs. She moved her head and let the cool water splash on his chest, and she ran her fingers through the light curls she found there. She could feel the heat from his cock between her legs, the shaft rubbing against her pussy lips and her clit, the head of his cock dangerously near her asshole. She rubbed against it, relishing the heat the stiffness of it between her legs. He grabbed the soap, and, still rubbing his cock between her legs, soaped up his hands and then rubbed that soapiness on her shoulders, across her neck… and down to her breasts. He cupped each tit in a soapy hand and rubbed gently, building a lather around her tits. He then slowly moved his soapy hands down her sides, to her hips, soaping across her belly and down to her hips and then her thighs…

He took a step back, and for a second she was sad that his cock was gone, as she had been very much enjoying grinding against it, but then she smiled again when it was replaced Escort Kıbrıs with his soapy hand rubbing her cleanly shaved kitty, from back to front, his fingers toying for only a second at her asshole, then slowly across her pussy, pushing gently, slowly, surprisingly deeply into her, the soap in her pussy now, and then to her clit. She moaned and then started rubbing her tits with her hands, lathering the soap on her hands. He watched her touch herself and his soapy fingers probed deeper and she moaned and then reached down and grabbed his cock again, rubbing the soapy foam up and down it, her hands wrapped around it, one hand soaping his balls and the other jacking his cock, rapidly now, because the soap and water made it nice and slick.

“Oh god Christine, I can’t take it anymore—”

“Neither can I—” she said, and as she did, he grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her hands away from his cock, and spun her around, so that her back was to him. He pushed her up against the wall, pressing her harshly, pushing her tits against the cold tiles. He was behind her, and she could feel his big hard soapy cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. He still held her arm, tightly, pressing her hard against the wall. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided the head between her legs, and he rubbed it around, until he found what he was searching for… the head of his cock slid into her pussy, but she was tight after that. He grabbed hold of her hip and kept her pressed against the cold tiles. “Jonny—” she said, but then she was cut off as another inch of his hot cock slid into her. He pulled it back for a second, and the head rubbed against the g-spot he had been tapping earlier, and then when he thrust again, his cock slid all the way in, quickly, suddenly, and Christine gasped from the pleasure of being suddenly filled. His cockhead hit every hot spot in her pussy on its way in. He kept it in for a second, before slowly sliding it out, the head hitting each spot again, rubbing slowly against them. He let go of her arm and put that hand on her other hip, holding her body tightly, and when just the cockhead was left in her pussy, he pushed down on her hips and thrust upward with his cock, filling her even more deeply than he had before! He stepped back and guided her back, and she bent over a bit, holding herself with her hands on the wall, and he started moving his cock in and out of her a little bit faster, building a slow, steady rhythm.

“Your pussy is the most amazing thing I have ever felt around my cock,” he told her, whispering in her ear.

“Your cock hits me in all the right spots,” she said. She was coming in moments, crying out to him. He fucked her harder. He slapped her ass a few times and started driving his cock into her, fucking her hard. She cried out. “It’s so big!” she said. He rubbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, slowing down his fucking a little bit.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think my pussy has ever been stretched like this,” she said. He rubbed her ass with one hand and then with the other reached around and rubbed her clit. “Oh, that feels good,” she said, and moaned. He rubbed her clit faster as he started fucking her faster.

“Yeah it does, your pussy is so hot, I’m gonna fill it with my cum, is that okay?”

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” she said, and when she did, she felt his cock suddenly grow even bigger, a thick rod filling her, stretching her pussylips, and she started to come, and she felt the jets of his hot cum shoot through her, deeply into her pussy, farther than she knew her pussy went. His cock held rigidly, filling her, and she came, her pussy grabbing at his cock, trying to pull his cock further into her. He pulled her close to him, his hands on her hips, trying to drive his cock further, her pussy pulling his cum out of him.

The pleasure subsided… he slid out of her, and they both fell to the floor of the tub, letting the water wash over them. He held her in his arms again, and they kissed… they never could stop kissing…

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An Average Geek Ch. 1

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I was always an average kinda guy. Average name, Rick, average height, 5″10′, average weight, 185, average looks, short brown hair, brown eyes, not bad to look at, but no Greek God, average house, average parents, average grades, average car. Hey what can I say, I’m average. Well there is one thing not average about me, and all you guys know how important it is to us. Our package. I have just shy of an 8 inch dick when I am totally erect. Yeah that is above average a bit, but so is my girth. I measure 8 1/2 inches around. I have seen very few dicks quite as thick as mine. My libido is above average, too. I beat off sometimes 3 times a day if I am not stretching out some wonderful woman’s pussy.

I have an average kinda job, nothing exciting. I run my own computer consultant business. I go around to small business or homes and help people learn how to use their computers and different programs. I get them up on the internet and then help them learn how to use the web, email and make web pages. Not too exciting you might think. Well you’re right – it’s not, but let me tell you the perks are great. Wanting to plunge my rod into sweet slit all the time means I am always thinking of sex. I also love walking around an office or a house with my hard on clearly visible. Being thick, depending on what I wear, I can make sure the secretary or lady of the house can think of nothing else but my tool. And girls, let me tell you I know how to use it. I also know how to use my tongue and fingers, so most of my referrals don’t come from my computer skills, but my skill at making a woman cum.

The first time I realized I could have fun doing more than teaching someone how to use Windows, changed my whole outlook on my career choice.

I had gotten up that morning with a hardon like normal. I pulled the covers down, looked down at my erect rod and watched it sticking up needing relief. I got comfortable and wrapped my hand around my shaft. I just kinda started squeezing it at first at the base, and then moving my hand up I massaged it till I got to the head. I lightly pinched the head and then stuck my finger in my mouth and got it wet. I lightly rubbed my finger around the flare of my cock head, then up over the middle, rubbing a sec at my pee hole then down the other side to just under the base of the head. I kinda tickled lightly down the shaft and then gripped it and began to stroke it. I reached over to my clock radio which also has a cassette player and hit the play button.

I had made a recording of one of my more vocal girlfriends one time and this was my favorite way to jerk off in the morning, listening to her talk to me as I started at her neck, then breasts, working down to eat her till she came and finally putting my rod in her sweet pussy and riding her till she was screaming.

As I listened to her tell me how hot my mouth was on her nipples, I returned to my hard dick and began to jack off. She was so sexy and I could see and feel everything she was talking about as I did it to her. Needless to say, by the time we got to the point in the tape where I was fucking in and out of her bringing her to her climax, I was ready to cum. You could hear her rhythmic ungh ungh as I pounded the breath out of her. Our bodies were making a slapping noise and you could even hear the squishing of her wetness as I thrust in and out. When she started in a low voice to say ohh, ohh, ohh, I knew she was getting close. As she began to really scream as she came, my sperm came shooting out of my dick, two large streams up in my neck and then a few drops shot on my belly and finally I was just oozing sperm dripping down on my fist. I rubbed the jizz all over my prick as I began to start softening. Well now I could concentrate on getting up and getting ready to get to work. I had a 9:30 appointment at the office of a new accountant to set up Windows on his computer and give the secretary lessons in using it and the new programs they were to be running. I showered shaved, ate and headed to their office.

Wow, Kayseri Escort I was glad I had whacked off that morning, as this girl was really hot. She had long brunette hair, huge dark eyes, and a shape to remember forever. She was in a really see through shirt with a kinda tube top which only accentuated the size of her breasts under it, and a short skirt. Long beautiful legs ending in high heels that lifted her incredible ass up perfectly. But, I was here for business. I was shown to the computer, and got to work. I installed the programs got everything configured ,and went to lunch.

When I got back, I informed Rachel I was ready to give her the guided tour of her new system. At first I had her sit next to me as I ran through some things to show her what they looked like. She sat terribly close, and I was having trouble concentrating. As she asked questions, she would lean close, her tits brushing, and sometimes lying on my arms. I began to get erect. As I was showing her one screen, she leaned way over and put her hand on the seat, right between my legs to steady herself as she pointed at an icon. Her wrist was brushing the fabric covering my balls. She stayed leaned over like that a sec and before she straightened back up, she bent her elbow and part of her arm pushed down across my balls and onto my erection.

She obviously liked what she felt under her arm, and she turned her face to me, and inch away and said “you’re cute”. I know I blushed like mad. As she got up, she pushed her arm into my dick with a bit more pressure. She stood and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I got some water. When she came back, I stood up and told her it was time for her to drive. She sat down and I put her through a series of tasks using the mouse and some of the features. Every now and then she would get excited at doing something and reach over and squeeze my leg. Each time she seemed to get closer to my now evident hardon.

Well, finally she turned around one time, and this time, put her hand square on my dick. Here eyes got wide as she grasped it through my pants. She said “sorry”, but didn’t move her hand. She moved her hand out to the tip of my dick, and then back to my balls. Then she said “look, I just had to see if that was all you in those pants. I know it’s not very professional, but you looked like you had a major piece of meat in there, and I just had to check it out for myself”

I told her that was fine by me, but to be honest, she had me in a bit of a state. Her hand had not left my lap. I reached down, placed my hand over hers and helped her as she rubbed my meat. She took her free hand, and unbuttoned that shear blouse and then took my other hand and placed it on her covered breast inside her shirt. I took all of the breast I could in my hand and began to squeeze. In my palm, I felt her nipple harden. I took my fingers and tweaked it through the tube top. Oh, man her breathing changed and it really turned me on. I reached for the other breast and got that nipple hard, too.

As she continued to masturbate me in my pants, I reached in the top of her top and put my hand inside it to feel the skin of her tits. Her skin was just like cool marble, so smooth. As I traveled farther in, I felt the puckering around her nipple. And then that hard little bullet itself standing up so hard for me. I asked if her boss was coming back anytime soon, or if we could enjoy this exploration a bit further. She said he was gone for the day, she was here just to learn the new stuff, so if I felt like continuing, by all means, I should.

First order of business was to free my poor hardon. I undid my belt, pulled the zipper down, reached inside my boxers and pulled out my erection. I loved the look on her face as she saw it for the first time. She just stared at it as it waved around in the empty air. I was rock hard with a purple head, just waiting for the start of what was turning out to be my most favorite job. I told her it was time for me to get a Kayseri Escort Bayan look at some of the goods, and she stood up, went to the door, locked it and as she turned around, she tugged her top slowly down until more and more of her breasts were exposed. There was a bit of the dark puckered at the start of her nipples. Finally one nipple popped out, then the other. Finally she pulled the top down till it was around her waist. What incredibly beautiful breasts. They were so round and white compared to her dark tanned skin. They were perfect shape, a good bit more than a handful, but not too big. And not that nasty look of being anything but natural.

As she walked over to me, I watched them dance on her chest. My cock was dancing, too. She came and sat on my knees, where she could get a hand on my thickness. She wasn’t even close to getting it all the way around. She leaned forward and offered her breasts to me. I leaned in and took her left nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it for a few minutes while running my tongue over it. Then I let go and began to lick all around her breast. She had both hands on my prick, exploring all of it. She reached in my boxers and hauled out my nuts. Her breasts were pushed together between her arms and I licked my way to her right nipple. I sucked on it and loved it with my tongue, and then licked up to her neck. I kissed and licked her and felt her shudder as I licked down the middle until my tongue was between her pillows.

I wanted my rod there. Her skin had gone from cool to hot and she had perfect cleavage to surround my pole. I have never tit-fucked a woman before, but I had never seen such perfect breasts till now. I stood up and she kept her hands around my rod. I pushed some of the books and other stuff off the desk, and leaned against the edge. She leaned down and tried to take me in her mouth. She could just get the head in at first. After a minute she was taking in about 3 inches, but that was it. She began to lick all up and down my pole, getting it really wet. She went under my pole and began to lick my balls. Then she opened wide and took one nut in her mouth, rolling it around. My hand flew to my prong as I began to stroke as she ate one nut after the other. Finally I let go and pulled her up. She started to stand, but I stopped her before she got all the way up.

I took my dick and pointed at her chest. She got the idea. She leaned a breast in close, and I rubbed the head of my dick up against her nipple, going round and round. Then I began to rub it over her breasts until they were coated in precum. She leaned farther in and placed my rod in her cleavage and then pushed her boobs together. I began to push my cock through her breasts. She craned her head down and stuck her tongue out and I got a tongue bath on my knob as I fucked her tits.

She got tired holding that position and I decided it was time for more. I pushed her back stood up and took her waist in my hands. I pulled her to me and kissed her for the first time. I took one hand and placed it on her ass the other went for a breast. She had her hands up under my undershirt and was raking her nails across my back. I could taste myself on her tongue. I was really fired up, but I wanted to find out what she tasted like. I made love to her mouth with my lips and tongue for a few minutes more, then turned around and lifted her up on the desk.

I reached down and took her shoes off one by one. I rubbed her stockinged toes and massaged her feet as I leaned forward to lave her knockers again. I drew my fingers past her ankles and began to rub and touch her calves. She was sensitive behind the knee, but I didn’t want to tickle her, so I didn’t stay there too long. I ran my hands back down to her feet, put my dick between her feet and pulled them around it. She rubbed her feet all over my dick and down on my balls. I took my hands and began to travel upwards again. It was time to head for that heavenly place women have that few men can resist.

I Escort Kayseri ran my hands up her thighs and under her skirt. Ahhh, skin. She had on garters holding up her stockings. I ran my fingers under the garters and then under the tops of the stockings. When I got to the inside of her thighs, I began to trail my fingers upwards. Before I actually got to her cleft, I felt the heat. I ran my fingers outwards about an inch from where I thought her cunt would be. I traveled back in and up another half inch. I touched and tickled that skin between her stocking tops and her mound, and I felt her trying to hump forward to get me to touch her finally. Her feet still held my dick, but I stood slightly and placed it between her thighs, pushed them together and began to push between them. My hands went to the hem of her skirt and I began to lift it. I continued to tease the top of her thighs as it went higher and higher. I could see the tops of her stockings and the blue lace garters that held them. I unhooked the garters and rolled the tops down. I put my dick back on her bare skin now and continued to hump between them.

Now it was time for some serious business. I parted her thighs, and lifted her skirt more. There were beautiful blue panties with a soaked crotch. I love a woman who gets soooo wet in anticipation of sex. I could tell she was shaved except for a tuft of hair left above her slit. Sexxxxxy. I love to go down on a woman, shaved or unshaved, but there is just something about bare lips that really turns me on.

I reached out a finger and ran it from the top of her soaked slit to the bottom. She thrust her mound at me. With a finger from each hand, I put them under the edge of her panties in the middle of her crotch. I rubbed up and down, feeling her wet smooth lips on the backs of my fingers. She was moaning now. I leaned my dick forward and rubbed the head up and down her slit. Oh yeah, she liked that. More precum was making her panty crotch even wetter. I pushed at the material trying to get in the opening of her hole. She pushed hard against me. My knob was squished tight against her panties and I could feel her pussy throb. I reached up to grab her nipples and I pulled on them. My other turn on is a woman who is sensitive to nipple play. Well she didn’t disappoint. She was squeezing her thighs and moaning and pushing hard against my hardness.

I began to pull harder on her nipples as I tried to rub my knob over her slit. I reached down with one hand and positioned my knob on her clit. She had a huge clit. Wow I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that. Anyhow, I returned to her nipples and began to thrust against her protruding clit. I kept a rhythm along the right side of her clit, rubbing it through her panties. I was alternately pulling pinching and rubbing the flat of my hand against her nipples. I leaned in and touched my lips to hers, lightly running my tongue around them. I pulled her upper lip into my mouth and sucked on it, then got her lower lip and sucked on that, still running my tongue over them. Finally I leaned hard against her, my cock pumping her clit, my fingers pinching her nipples and I stuck my tongue inside her mouth and we kissed and kissed. Her movements were getting sharper as she thrust against my prick, her breath rapid against my mouth.

She moaned louder and was kinda going up and down now rubbing her nub against my knob. A few sharp breaths and she was cumming. I pinched hard on her nipples, and then left her mouth and put my teeth on her right nipple and bit. I pushed her other tit close and with a slight turn bit the left one. Then I flicked my tongue out and laved at both together. She was still cumming and saying things as she rode it out.

Finally she slowed down, and I left her nipples and kissed her again. She was hungry. She just devoured my mouth. I felt like a king. I love a woman who can cum without actual penetration. It is so incredibly erotic, and it makes me feel so powerful. At most times in sex, the woman has the power, so I like the feeling of making her sink into ecstasy. Now though the urgency in my dick was beginning to take over. I needed to get off. I needed release and the time was now to return the power to her and see how she would bring me to the point of release.

To Be Continued…

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An Afternoon for Showers and Wine

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By the time I made it back up to the room with some nice wine, I could hear that you were already in the shower. The bathroom was well steamed when I opened the door. Moving toward the shower and easing open the curtain, I watched as the warm water was coursed over your curves. You let the water splash over your head and down over your shoulders as you let your fingers run through your wet hair. With your hands above your head, I could only stand there and admire you for a while.

I could only admire how you have kept yourself so lithe and alluring over the years. I just stood anchored and stared at your lovely breasts, your flat tummy, your trimmed pubic area, and your shapely legs. I was becoming very aroused, and when you opened your eyes, you could see that I had begun to gently stroke my cock into a full erection.

You smiled and let one hand drop to a breast where you massaged the nipple. Your other hand moved down to your sex. You too were becoming very aroused and getting wet with excitement.

I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You pivoted and turned your back to me, and bending at the waist, you let me see your fingers stroking your sex from behind. I couldn’t believe I was seeing this. Then you looked back and removed your hand from your breast. You motioned with your finger for me to join you. I couldn’t remove his clothing quickly enough.

The water was perfect. I came up behind you and let the length of my erection spoon against the crack of your butt and reached around to cup your breasts. I pulled you tightly against me, and you responded by pushing your crack tightly against his shaft. God that felt nice.

I just wanted to slip my cock inside you right then as the water continued to crash over us when you turned back Kayseri Escort from my kiss. You turned so effortlessly in my arms. You let the kiss linger, and wrapped your arms around me. We enjoyed the feeling of our wet bodies locked together, slipping and sliding with a wet erotic friction. Then suddenly, you pulled back and exited the shower, toweling quickly and darting for the other room. I was stunned. Turning off the water, I quickly toweled off and headed to the other room somewhat confused.

I remember finding you sitting on the bed completely naked with your back to the headboard and a glass of wine in your hand. Your knees were spread wide exposing your perfect sex. You were spread so wide so that I could see your excitement. You were touching yourself there very sensuously, showing me how ready you were — showing me how wet and pink with arousal you were.

You had poured a second glass of wine and placed it next to the bed for me. Taking a long sip, I put two fingers into the wine and brought them to your lips. You sucked hungrily at them and let your tongue swirl about each digit. It was your way of telling me what you would do to my cock later. Then I removed his fingers from your mouth and put them back in the wine. I let my wine on my wet fingers just drip onto his tongue. Before the last drop fell on my tongue, you began licking and sucking at it, until we were both locked in a deep romantic kiss. Then reluctantly I pulled back from our kiss to continue my wine journey.

Next I put a few drops on each breast and began to spread the wine around each nipple. You just lunged at me and licked, nibbled, and gently bit at each nipple. I didn’t want you to ever stop, and while you nibbled away, I inserted my wine Kayseri Escort Bayan drenched fingers inside your pussy. I let your slick wetness flood over each digit.

The feeling of my fingers penetrating you caused you to gasp and rock your hips on my hand. When I slipped them from you, I brought them up to my lips to taste the wine mingled with your sex. I met your mouth with mine as you joined me. We lapped at my pussy soaked fingers and each other’s tongues before I placed my fingers in the wine one final time.

You licked your lips as you watched me drip several drops to the head of my throbbing cock. Then after taking a sip from your own wine, I remember how you slid down my torso and took me fully into your mouth and sucked the wine from my cock. The feeling was so incredible. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to have to have you now!

Lying back, you spread your legs so wide apart for me. I just was amazed with how pink and wet you were. I took my cock in a hand and rubbed the swollen head against your entrance. The feeling drove you crazy, and you tried desperately to pull me in. Yes I was ready, but it wasn’t time to enter you yet. I just kept rubbing the head of my cock against your slit and watched the beads of slick excitement run down your crack. You squirmed and purred and then shuddered with excitement. God, I wanted to enter you now, but I knew that I still to taste you.

I slid down to your wet pussy and gave you little kisses around the entrance. You moaned with pleasure. Do you remember how I let my tongue begin to let my tongue work its magic on you? I know you remember when I stuck a wine drenched finger in your puckered little butt. It was like an electric wire touching you, and you were Escort Kayseri right on the verge of cumming. I can still hear you calling out for me to fuck you now!

I got back on my knees and knelt between your thighs. Just like before, I took my cock in my hand and started to arouse you. I started rubbing the swollen head along your slick entrance again. This time, you would not be denied. You had to have this cock inside you. You wanted it more than ever before and spread yourself even wider as I pushed the swollen head inside you.

I held back and went slow in order to experience every inch of your wet pussy. I felt so big that day, and when I was fully inside, we began to rock into a rhythm together. You wrapped yourself tightly around me with your arms and legs. You pulled my mouth to yours in the fever of a deep kiss, our tongues flailing at each other. This was so hot; this feeling of being inside you. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Your grip was so tight, and I could feel every contraction of your vagina.

Then as we neared our orgasms, you broke off your kiss and began panting harder. You could feel yourself mounting to a peak. You could feel my cock begin to swell as we both were ready to cum. Our backs seemed to arch simultaneously. You shook uncontrollably and yelled out with your pleasure. I could feel my cum spurt wave after wave inside you. And at our peak, we locked into another kiss. Our tongues mating like our physical act of fucking together.

It was only then that we could feel the breeze coming through the window. We took that moment to look into each other’s eyes and giggled. Then you wrapped yourself tightly around me again and gave me one last tight squeeze with your vagina. It caused my cock to twitch inside you one more time. I hadn’t gotten soft yet, and the feeling of my cock twitching inside you caused you to cum one more time. Then you giggled and whispered that you thought we needed to rinse off one more time. I hoped it would be another short shower and that we could enjoy some more wine.

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Amanda Visits from UK Pt. 01

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After jumping out of the shower and throwing on some jeans I hear a knock at the door, running my towel through my drying hair I walk toward the door. Through the glass door I see Amanda a friend I have not seen in over six months. Meeting almost a year ago while I was studying abroad in the UK it seems years since I have seen her. Before I can say a word she throws her arms around me kissing me on the cheek, I return the favor and ask for her bag. She slides an old backpack off her shoulders and hands it to me. As she enters the door I start to give a brief tour. Walking through the living room I point out the kitchen, guest room, and my room. She walks around to the couch and sits down as I take her bag into the guest room.

Landing on the couch next to her I ask “how was the flight.”

“Exhausting!” She exclaims as she lays out on the cough.

“Would you like to get some dinner?” I ask.

“Yes, just let me get cleaned up I’ve been on a plane all day.” she replies with her amazing British accent, which I immediately fall in love with all over again. With that Amanda hops up from the couch and disappears behind the door of the guest bedroom.

As I relax on the couch I remember all the memories we shared during my semester at the University of London. She was like my tour guide meeting her in a small shopping center she noticed my American accent and asked me why I was in London. After telling her I was doing a semester of study, and didn’t really have any connections she saw it her place to show me around. During my brief stay she took me to all the best Pubs and Restaurants. While for whatever reason we never dated during that time. I had always had feelings for her and I suspected she did as well. Before departing I offered her the same courtesy she had shown me if she ever felt like a vacation to Florida.

With my eyes closed the door opens and out steps Amanda with a sleek black dress and a pair of stilettos that would make any man’s mouth drop. “Ready,” she says in an innocent voice as if she doesn’t know the temperature just went up about ten degrees. Slightly dazed I recover as I open the door and we walk out to the truck. Driving to one of my favorite ocean side restaurants we begin to catch up on the past. She tells me about her new job, some new friends that I just have to meet, and adventures she’s taken. I begin to tell her about my recent schooling and how I’m about to graduate but with me nothings really changed. Pulling up to the restaurant I can tell we’ve made it just in time to see the sun set.

As the waiter seats us at our table we order a few drinks jack n coke for me and martini for her. As we order Kastamonu Escort I can tell the waiter cant keep his eyes off Amanda, and honestly who can blame him. Standing about five foot seven with the aid of her four inch stilettos. The black dress that hugs her slender body extenuating every curve, and the long dark hair that flows down to the small of her back. All this countered only by her glowing green eyes that appear as if they look straight through you. As the night wears on we enjoy our meal on the ocean where not even the most beautiful of sunsets could distract my eyes from the woman in front of me. A perfect body she truly is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

Getting late and a little buzzed I can tell she is starting to feel the effects of her long day and we decide to call it a night and head out to the truck. As I open the door for her she turns to me and says “That was truly an amazing dinner,” she then leans in and again kisses me on the cheek. Slightly disappointed I run my hand through her long dark hair and kiss her on the forehead. On the way home she doses off and I cant help but stare at her in her black dress looking so peaceful, so content, so beautiful.

Pulling into the driveway I place the truck in park and head over to the passengers side. I reach over to unbuckle her and stirring I tell her were home. She leans up and with my help to balance her she steps out and I walk her into the house. She loosens her grip on my hand as she starts to regain her balance and turns to face me. She looks up starring into my dark brown eyes as if to look for an answer to a question she hasn’t yet asked. As she holds my gaze I lean in to kiss her and without hesitation she meets my lips with her own and as I move my hands to her arms I can feel a wave of endorphins running through her body. She then turns away just enough to break our connection and after a few moments silently walks into the guest bedroom and closes the door.

Confused I also retreat into my room and begin to prepare for bed. After finishing up a few quick preparations for tomorrow I wonder into the kitchen to make myself a drink. As I grab the whiskey I see that the guest bedroom door is not fully shut. Through the small opening I see Amanda drying off from a shower. Turned with her back to me drops of water fall from her long dark hair dripping onto her ass and running down her thighs. This alone is enough to make any man go insane. Right as I start to feel a pressure building up in my cock she walks out of view and turns out the lights. A wave of excitement, confusion, and frustration rush over me. Returning to my own room I find Kastamonu Escort Bayan it impossible to sleep with the images of her naked body cycling through my mind and I just lay their in my boxers thinking of her beauty.

Laying in the dark I try to push the images from my mind to no avail. Then the light in the hallway leading to my room switches on and to my surprise my door slowly opens. As rays of light flood into the room they are only blocked by the still silhouette of Amanda. Standing in the doorway with nothing but a bra and thong she slowly makes her way over to my bed and crawls up beside me. Her eyes even with mine and again it seems as if she’s staring into them looking for an answer. I meet her gaze and after a few moments she says in her sweet British voice”I love you, and I’ve always loved you.” At this, I move in and begin to kiss her. My left hand moving to her hip and as our tongue’s meet I feel the same wave of endorphins passing through her body. This time she does not turn away but instead places her hands on my waist pulling me closer into her.

As we kiss for what seems hours time is absent, lost in the ecstasy of her embrace. Breaking away from my lips she positions herself on top of me and I place my hands on her hips. Looking down at me through her gorgeous green eyes with the same questioning look, she reaches back and removes her bra. She then leans down as our lips meet once again this time with her naked breasts laid upon my chest. As I caress the roof of her mouth with my tongue I place my arms around her and roll her onto her back. Now on top, my focus lingers from her soft lips and slides down her neck. I work my way down her neck and and can feel her energy enhance and pass through my body as she slightly thrusts her hips forward letting out a quiet moan.

As I begin down her chest I begin to kiss between her perfect tits. Moving my mouth I now suckle on the left breast then the right making sure to give each ample attention. As my mouth moves around Amanda’s chest she reaches down and begins to move her fingers through my hair. Working my way down to her belly button, to which I give special focus. I can feel Amanda getting restless and as my hands place onto her hips I stop just for a moment, and as if to give permission she lifts her ass slightly off of the bed and I slide her purple tong down her legs.

Now with her bare shaved pussy exposed I bypass it and begin to kiss on her inner thighs. The torment is killing her and her body aches for a release after the relentless teasing. Lifting my head from her thigh I place my mouth on her pussy and giving one strong lick Escort Kastamonu she thrusts with her hips shoving her pussy deep into my mouth and lets out a deep moan much louder than the first. Continuing, I feel the fluid movements thrusting her now soaking pussy further into my mouth as she then grabs my head and forces it closer to her womb. Thrusting quickly and constantly into my face her ass now completely off the bed I take it into my hands as I continue to eat her out. I can feel the pressure building in her body not to mention my own cock as I continue to lick her pussy lips. Then with one final thrust into my face her body stiffens she lets out a loud moan and her juices flood into my mouth. Then collapses onto the bed.

Cupping her left breast in my right hand as I move up to meet her gaze and we begin to kiss. Undoubtedly she can taste the juices that had just filled my mouth. I then move my hand from her breast and begin to massage her pussy. With this she takes her hand and slowly begins to stroke my already throbbing cock. She brakes away from the kiss and looking me in the eyes with a sweet voice says “what took us so long.” I meet her with another kiss then reply “you will never have to wait again.” laying there she stares at me once more and with a pause says “FUCK ME.”

This alone was almost enough to make me come laying above this perfect beautiful women the words were intoxicating. My eyes scan her body, so relaxed she seems to be glowing. Leaning her head forward kisses me and the repeats “Fuck Me.” Removing my hand I place the head of my cock at her pussy lips and move it up and down the lips of her pussy. Then as I slowly push the head of my cock into her pussy she thrusts her hips hard into my body and in one swift motion fully engulfs my cock. With this her hands latch around my back and she lets out another loud moan and I can feel a rush of pleasure running through her body.

As I begin to push into her pussy I almost cant believe how tight it is. Seeming laced with velvet the walls surround my throbbing cock. I can feel her muscles loosening and contracting around me and in a state of pure ecstasy I lower my head and begin to kiss her neck. Thrusting harder and harder and faster and faster her breathing becomes shallow and her nails start to sink into my back. Now her thrusts meeting with mine I continue shoving myself into her. Again I can feel her body start to stiffen. She becomes almost frozen as I feel her juices rushing over my cock and she lets out a deep moan. Placing my hands under her to hold her in place I give a deep thrust into her tight pussy and begin to come. As I come I continue thrusting with each deep thrust filling her with more and more of my semen. Then one final thrust and I collapse next to her.

Both of us thoroughly exhausted she places her head on top of my chest and within seconds is fast asleep. Laying there hearing her breath I slowly close my eyes and fall fast asleep.

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Amy and Her Trucker on the Couch

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We’re lying at each end of the couch, wearing not much of anything and with a porn playing on the TV. As we watch the movie, our breaths get deeper and a little faster. It’s been a month since we’ve seen each other, and we’re still as eager for each other as we were the first time. After many late nights on the phone, pleasuring each other with our voices, or chatting online, pleasuring each other with words, we’re finally in the same room, and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Even though our first encounter was anything but awkward, it’s easier this time- we know how good it’s going to be, and we want to prolong the pleasure for as long as humanly possible. I’m the worst culprit; my impatience is palpable, while he is perfectly capable of maintaining an almost inhuman self-control. I am not ashamed to admit that I want to break that self-control, and make him want me so bad he loses it. Whether I am capable of such a thing is an unknown, for now.

“I want to see you touch yourself,” Jack says. “Slowly, and exactly how you like it. I want to watch.”

I wonder if I can make him lose control just by watching me, and I allow a mischievous grin to show on my face. Jack smirks back as if he can read my thoughts, but I catch him surreptitiously touching himself through his boxers. The porn continues Kastamonu Escort in the background, ignored now.

I run a single finger up my panties, touching myself through the silky cloth. I slide my other hand up my shirt and start rubbing first one breast, then the other. Jack’s eyes dilate and he starts rubbing himself softly and slowly. Encouraged, I slip my finger inside the band of my panties, and feel the wetness there. I offer the finger to Jack, and his eyes close as he tastes how much I want him.

“Take them off,” he orders softly. I remove the silky bit of nothing, and lean back, opening my legs slightly to give him a better view. I’m almost totally shaved, leaving nothing to the imagination. I slide my finger from inside my pussy to my clit, and start to rub myself in gentle, slow circles. I take my shirt off, braless from our earlier entertainment, and gently caress my breasts, avoiding my nipples because I know he likes me to tease myself. I continue rubbing my pussy, and slide a finger inside slightly to catch some of the moisture before I continue playing with my clit. It feels so good.

My eyes close.

“No. Open them. I want to watch you watch me,” he insists. My breath catches in my throat as he removes his boxers and lies before me naked. Our legs are entangled Kastamonu Escort Bayan but we couldn’t reach each other without moving. I think this is what he wants, at least for now. I watch him rub himself so slowly, and I have a hard time breathing for a minute and I stop rubbing myself.

“Keep going.”

I remember where I am and what I’m doing and start playing with myself again as I watch him. I am beginning to be sure that I’ll break first, and start fighting not to lean over and take him inside my mouth. It’s a difficult fight, but I’m getting close to orgasm and I lean back on the edge of the couch, rubbing faster and harder, occasionally using a fingernail for just a hint of pain. I’m panting and my eyes are closed.

All of a sudden I feel his mouth on me, licking my pussy and clit in the exact rhythm I’ve been using. I’m shocked into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, but he keeps going. I can’t reach him, so I hold his head with one hand and one breast with another, rubbing, pulling, twisting, until he gives me a second, longer orgasm. I notice he hasn’t touched himself since he started touching me.

He leans back, victory in his eyes, and I realize the battle was never to see who could hold out the longest but who could give the other the first orgasm. Escort Kastamonu I lie there panting for a minute, then gather my strength and push him back to his edge of the couch.

“Don’t even think about touching me,” I warn.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, doll,” he responds.

As I lick him from top to bottom, he takes in a breath and moans. Every movement I make is designed to drive him crazy, not to make him cum. I lick and love his entire cock, kiss and nibble his lower stomach, touch every spot on his body, and just as his breath is getting out of control, I sit back and start touching myself again. His eyes light up, he reaches toward me, but I put a hand up.

“Not yet, sugar,” I laugh. “Sit and enjoy.”

As I bring myself to orgasm, I can see that he is losing that self-control. So I move forward, straddle his thighs, and slowly….slowly….brought him inside me a half inch at a time, occasionally pulling back out to prolong the feeling of fullness I get when he is inside me that I love so much.

For the next hour, I ride him in ways he perhaps never imagined. I rarely keep the same rhythm to keep him (or I) from cumming, but eventually I just can’t stand it. I put my hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head and fuck him with all my might. It only takes seconds for his eyes to roll in the back of his head and to feel him jerking and cumming inside me, at exactly the same time I’m gripping and squeezing him with my own orgasm. I collapse on top of him, both of us covered in sweat, juices, and exhaustion.

“Time for a shower, love,” I say gleefully…

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