A Promising Job Opportunity Ch. 01

A Promising Job Opportunity Ch. 01

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Here is the first part of a journal entry by Avery Amore, a young rake of modern times who finds himself suddenly entangled in the lives of an unsuspecting young couple of means. By the time this story ends there will have been seduction, sex, voyeurism, and, if our hero plays his cards right, a ménage à trois. So settle back, dear readers, and enjoy!

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I had answered an online ad for a “personal assistant”. The posting mentioned the usual requirements of being a hard worker, having related experience, self-motivated, yada yada. So I shot out an email with my resume and was asked to come in for an interview. I pulled up in front of a mansion amongst mansions. Circular driveway, perfect garden plots, gas lamps ready to flicker at a moments notice, all outward signs pointing to a life of wealth and comfort.

A life dedicated to wealth was something I could never understand myself. As a young destitute male, my main interests consisted of the opposite sex and a life of variety, in that order. But each to their own. They could wrap themselves in bubble wrap and sterilize their toilet paper for all I cared. I was just here for a paycheck, or so I thought.

I was greeted at the door by a smartly dressed young man in his mid to late twenties, about the same age as me in any case, who had an air of jaded, self-importance about him to go along with his expensive watch and perfectly coiffed hair.

“Ok,” he sighed importantly. “You must be Avery. Look, um, why don’t you meet me in my office up there to the right. I’m in the middle of something.”

“Not a problem,” I smiled. He had already turned around to head towards the back of the house before I finished speaking.

On my way upstairs I examined the house. It was certainly luxurious, a little too modern for my taste. I wondered how I was going to present myself to this guy. He wasn’t exactly the type of person I usually associate with. Ascending the stairs, I entered his office.

It had a wall lined with books, another with art, and the back wall was lined with large windows with wood paneling along the bottom and a sliding door in the middle that led out to a balcony overlooking the backyard. In the center stood a desk covered with papers and a laptop. After a cursory look at his art, I stepped around his desk and looked out the back window.

He was talking with a lovely young lady who was reclining by the pool underneath an umbrella. She looked to be about 5’5″, with shoulder length brunette hair, and a trim young body covered up with tight white shorts, a white bikini top, and sunglasses. I wondered who she was. I hadn’t seen a wedding ring on his finger.

Whoever she was, she didn’t appear to be very interested in whatever he was talking about. After a few more minutes of what looked like arguing on his part and disinterested grunts on hers. He leaned over her reclined body and gave her a kiss. His girlfriend. Then something magical happened.

There are rare moments in life that seem to be so filled with the other-worldly, that one can actually feel the meshing together of events inside one’s body, like the precise clockwork inside that asshole’s watch. And so it was, when he turned around to head back towards the house, she stuck her tongue out at him like a little girl and followed quickly with her middle finger. My heart swelled with love. Opportunity had come knocking, and I suddenly had another reason to get this job.

…

I don’t know how many other candidates there were, but after one more interview I got the job. His name was Mitch. It turned out he was an heir to some technology company that dealt with network security. He had recently graduated college and been made the figurehead of its charitable foundations in Mexico and various South American countries by his father, one of the company’s cofounders.

It was his job to give speeches, fly down to smile for photos with the locals after particularly big projects, and accept awards on behalf of the company. It was my job to handle his travel arrangements, act as the first line of defense between him and phone calls from the head office, proofread his speeches, and pick up his dry cleaning. Menial work for sure, but like my new boss, I wasn’t looking for responsible work at this stage of my life.

During my first day working there, while on a tour of the house, I was introduced to her. Her name was Amy. It was too short an introduction to learn anything about her other than the fact that she was a knockout. Not just in her looks, but in the way she carried herself. The vibes were strong with this one, and I wanted more.

She was on her way to the pool in a similar outfit to the one she had worn the last time I saw her, minus the sunglasses covering her brown eyes. She smiled politely at me and continued on to the pool. Over the next few days I would see her from time to time around the house, but it wasn’t until the next week that I would get a chance to talk Kayseri Escort to her.

I was coming out of the restroom upstairs just as she was reaching the staircase to head down. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw her and shot her a playful grin. She made no response before she turned to head downstairs. She was wearing a jean skirt and tight yellow shirt. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail that waved playfully to me with each step, as if beckoning me to follow her. Unfortunately she hadn’t exactly responded. I wondered if I wasn’t her type or whether she already had another lover or perhaps she was only turned on by money.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned to head towards the kitchen, passing under the railing where I was standing. Before she was out of sight she tilted her head up and looked at me with a slight smirk and twinkle in her eye. My heart beat quickened.

Mitch was still on the phone with one of the organizers in Ecuador, catching up on the most recent development project there, a school if I remember correctly, so I decided that this would be an excellent time to grab a water out of the fridge.

When I got to the kitchen, she was standing at the counter scooping out some Greek yogurt into a bowl of granola and blueberries. She glanced at me with a noncommital look as I walked in. I parried with a similar look as I walked past her to the fridge. After I grabbed a bottle of water I leaned on the opposite counter a little ways from her and began with a friendly “Hi.”

She headed towards the refrigerator with the yogurt and said, “Hi.”

She went back to her bowl, picked it up and leaned back against the counter where she proceeded to eat. She held my gaze which, I assure you, had not wavered from hers for one second.

“What?” she asked me with a bemused look on her face.

“What?” I asked back.

“You’re staring at me.”

“And?”

Her brow wrinkled a little as she smiled, “You don’t beat around the bush do you?”

A lesser man might have jumped all over that one. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, I turned my gaze down towards my water bottle, examining its ridges. Savoring the last calm before the storm. I glanced back up at her.

“I guess so… but I wonder…” I looked enquiringly at her.

“What?”

“Well, it would probably be out of line for me to say…”

“Oh really?”

“…You know, let’s just forget it.”

“Well now I have to know,” she smiled into my soul.

I looked at her as if I was about to say what was on my mind… and then thought better of it.

“What?!” she giggled.

I exhaled deeply and said, “I was just wondering whether mixing dairy and grains together is really the healthiest option.”

Her laughter was like music. It spread a delicious warmth through my entire body. All of my cylinders were now firing. I smiled at her appreciatively.

“Then again laughter is the best medicine. So I guess that about evens it out.”

“Well good. I try to stay healthy.”

“I’ve noticed,” I smiled mischievously at her.

“Yeah, you’ve been noticing since you got here,” she smiled back.

“And here I thought I was being so careful.”

“Uh huh. Well I’d be a little more careful if I were you, or you’ll be out of a job.”

I pretended to consider my options while looking at my water bottle, then at her, then back to the water bottle for a few seconds. I set the bottle down on the counter carefully, then, looking up at her, I shifted gears, and began to slowly walk towards her. She stopped eating.

“I think…” I was now halfway to her. She looked as if she had forgotten she was holding a bowl.

“…that I’ll just…” I place my hands on either side of her on the counter and leaned down to her ear to whisper,

“…have to take my chances.”

I ran my nose along the side of her face and sniffed her hair. She inhaled sharply at my touch. I slowly brought my head back to where our faces were inches apart. I looked straight into her eyes. I noticed a slight flushing across her cheeks.

I glanced at her lips for a split second, then at the last moment I backed away. An impish smirk spread over my face. “I’ll see you around.” Turning on my heels, I headed towards the stairs, grabbing my water bottle on the way.

…

Things went along without any serious provocations from me for the next week or so. Mitch’s schedule wasn’t exactly hectic, so whenever I wasn’t needed I would hang out in the living room at the top of the stairs, next to his office, reading books from his library.

It was the only room in the house which had a somewhat comfortable vibe to it due to its light yellow color and the sunlight coming through the windows.

From time to time Amy and I would cross paths in the house. I would smile at her. She would smile back. One morning, feeling very glad to see her and slightly euphoric, I even Kayseri Escort Bayan did a mock bow, complete with one hand over my heart, the other raised in the air behind me. There may have been a flourish on my part. She giggled but looked a little confused all the same. I just smiled. Her smile alone was enough to get me through the day.

The erotically charged aspect of our relationship was fast returning to its baseline. I noticed minor withdrawal symptoms in my own heart but nothing too serious. Eventually her interest in me on that level appeared to have all but disappeared. It was time.

…

It was Wednesday morning. I was sitting in the living room upstairs when Amy walked by on her way downstairs. She was wearing peach colored pajama pants and a rose colored tank top with no bra. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the carpet as she walked past. She was texting on her phone and didn’t look at me, or perhaps didn’t notice me.

I smiled to myself and felt a stirring in my loins. I glanced out the window and saw Mitch lounging by the pool reading a book. It had been another slow day so far. There was a bloody Mary on the table next to him. A late night I guess.

I got up from the couch and went downstairs. As I approached the kitchen, Amy glanced over at me from the counter. She was busy chopping up various types of fruit.

“Hey.” I began.

“Hey back.”

She continued chopping.

“What’s on the menu for today?” I said as I leaned against the counter.

“Just making a fruit salad with some cereal.”

I noticed the care she was putting into chopping the fruit. It was done slowly and with purpose.

“Will this be the fruit salad to end all fruit salads?” I smiled at her.

She looked at me with a confused look on her face then a smile of understanding. “I like things to look perfect before I eat them. It’s a little OCD but whatever. “

“Presentation is everything. I bet it tastes better too.”

“You bet your ass it does!” throwing a raised eyebrow my way. I swooned a little.

“What else do you put that much care into?”

She thought for a while. “I don’t know. I’m a girl so of course my appearance when I go out. But I guess most girls do that.”

“I’d like to see that some time.”

She looked at me with questioning eyes for a second then turned back to her fruit. Scooping the last of her precision chunks into the bowl, she went to the fridge to get the milk. She poured it in her cereal and then took it and the fruit to the center island, sitting on one of the bar stools facing me.

After looking at her for a second I smiled and began, “Tell me, if we went out dancing, what would you wear?”

She looked at me with amusement. “Ummm… I don’t know. What kind of place are we going to?”

“Oh you know. Dark, loud. Somewhere people go to lose themselves.”

“Well THAT really narrows it down.” She laughed. “Hmm… Since this would be our first date, it would have to be something special.” Her mischievous grin had returned. Whatever illusions she had about my apparent loss of interest in her were now gone.

“Something classy yet understated?” I offered.

“Well maybe not too classy. A girl has to make an impression after all.”

“Somehow I don’t think that will be an issue.”

I’ve found that even those women at the top of the food chain as far as contemporary beauty is concerned need to be reminded of their beauty as much as, if not more than, any other woman.

She blushed and stared down at her beautiful meal. “You’re quite the flatterer aren’t you.”

When she looked up at me again I let her know I was sincere with my expression. She smiled warmly. We shared a moment. Then I felt the energy in the room shift towards the erotic. It was subtle but she felt it too and went back to inspecting her fruit creation, while I felt myself carried away.

“Well let’s start with the basics.” I began. “Let’s open up your closet and see what your options are.” As I said this I made my way around the island to her seat. She watched me curiously and perhaps a little nervously.

Standing behind her, I asked her to close her eyes. She looked to her left out the windows to the backyard where Mitch had fallen asleep, his book lay closed on the ground next to him. She glanced playfully at me and then closed her eyes. I placed my hands on her shoulders and lightly dragged my fingers down her back. I then slid my fingers up around the back of her neck. Her breath caught slightly.

I whispered into her ear, “Let’s start with the basics. What kind of top should we look for?” As I said this I slid my hands gently down her arms. When I was level with her stomach my hands came together toward her belly button.

“This is nice material, but I’m thinking something a little smoother.” I lifted up her top enough to slide my fingers under and began to brush my fingertips lightly over her stomach, Escort Kayseri moving them slowly up towards her breasts, barely grazing them along the bottoms, returning down again, sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned back into my chest, surrendering to the sensations.

“Maybe silk?” she breathed out.

“Mmmm. Yes I think you’re right.” I used my index finger to briefly explore her belly button, then I slowly ran just the tips of my fingers along the waist band of her pajama bottoms. Her hips moved slightly.

“But what color should it be?” I asked.

As I said this my fingertips slowly made their way up towards her breasts again. I could hear her breathing become shallower. My fingertips continued upward and slid gently over both breasts, grazing her nipples, causing her to whimper softly. Then my fingers started their descent again.

“Maybe a dark green?” she suggested followed by a soft gasp as my fingers slipped under the waist band of her pants. She grabbed the edges of her chair. I raked the tips of my finger nails gently down her thighs, all the way to the tops of her knees, all the while dragging her pajama bottoms along. She lifted slightly from her seat to comply. As I began to slide my fingertips back her legs parted slightly and her head fell back on my left shoulder. Midway up her thighs I slid them into the gap between her legs, slowly making their way towards her heat. Her hand grabbed the back of my head. As I got close to her panties I slid my fingers out over the tops of her thighs, barely brushing her outer lips. She let out a disappointed moan, followed by a soft nibbling of my earlobe.

“What do you think,” I breathed huskily into her ear. “Shorts… pants… skirt?”

I then slid my hands underneath her ass. I caressed it for a second before sliding my hands forward along the bottoms of her thighs, giving her pants a final push, causing them to drop to the floor. I was now running my fingers all over her smooth thighs.

“Mmmm… skirt.” she purred into my ear. Her hand went to my crotch and began to investigate.

My fingertips continued their journey, brushing over her panties, under her shirt, back up towards her breasts. “What about the bra?” As I asked this I grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it on top of her pants. I wasted no time and grabbed both of her breasts firmly, kneading them and gently twisting her nipples between my fingers. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh my god!” she gasped. She discontinued her exploration of my member, which was now at full attention. Both hands were now firmly grasping the sides of her stool. “Fuck! Mmmm… something lacy and black.” Her hips started to rock slightly back and forth as I continued to squeeze and caress her.

“Now…” My fingers turned downwards and began a slow swan dive towards where she needed it now.

“What about… ” their pace slowed to a crawl. She began to arch up towards my hands, letting out a soft whimper.

“… your…” They continued down… almost there.

“… stockings?” …past her panties and along her thighs.

“Oh my god you’re a fuckhead!” She giggled and then began moaning softly in my ear as my hands continued their exploration of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her lips. Her legs spread wider as her hips continued to rock, hands still firmly gripped to the side of the stool. I sincerely admired her self-control.

“And panties?” As I said this, I suddenly slid my right hand up to her mound and began a slow, firm massage along her lips, my middle finger burying itself in her folds through her panties, soaked through with anticipation. A loud moan echoed through the kitchen. I softly ran the finger nails of my left hand over her stomach and breasts. Goose bumps were now visible all over her skin. She pressed her head back over my shoulder letting out a silent moan. I bit her neck softly.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck.. oh my god.. after this… I’m not sure.. mmm… I should wear panties again… mmm…” she gasped.

“What a great idea.” I whispered close to her ear. Then in one movement I slid my hand into her panties and thrust my middle finger deep inside of her. Her body arched up from the chair, her head reaching even further over my shoulder, almost pushing me over. I recentered my body and grabbed her right breast firmly, for my balance as much as her pleasure, pumping my finger in and out of her in a steady, circular rhythm, my finger rubbing against her upper wall, my palm rubbing against her clit. I felt her body shaking and tensing, her walls clamping around my finger. In that moment, crying out to the gods, she looked even more stunning. I held her close to me.

Her spasms eventually stopped. I let her enjoy the afterglow. After a while I released her and turned her stool around until I had her centered to me, her knees held securely in my hands. Her face was flushed and eager. After staring into her eyes for a moment, I planted a soft kiss on her lips, allowing it to linger for a few moments before pulling away. Her brown eyes looked questioningly into mine.

What felt like a thoroughly rakish smile spread across my lips as I asked, “Does Saturday night work for you?”

…

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A Random Club Meeting Leads To Scre

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It was a rainy Saturday night, and I had gone out to a club to meet a friend from Facebook and to see a highly recommended band. As I was catching up with my friend, I caught a glimpse of a head of gorgeous auburn hair that fell just to a shoulder. My friend excused himself and wandered off, vacating the bar stool just as the auburn haired woman arrived.

With a quick, inquisitive glance at me, she took the now open bar stool and mouthed “thanks” to me. I had a moment to see a pair of eyes of dancing green and a warm smile. Of invitation?

I leaned over and asked her what she was drinking – Newcastle was the answer. I caught the bartender and ordered her one, feeling her presence as she leaned over and moved her stool toward me a little.

She smiled her thanks, and leaned in closer, smiled, and asked “So how shall I earn my beer?” I could see her lips part slightly and her eyes on fire from within, and I could feel her hand on my arm. The room receded, leaving just the two of us in our own little dome.

I leaned into her, letting my hand rest on her leg, and just whispered into her ear, letting my lips graze her ear, “you’ll see . . . ” I moved my other hand up to her cheek, and turned her head to me as my lips closed on hers. Our tongues met and danced, intertwining and exploring. Konya Escort I let my hand slide down her cheek, down her neck, and across her breast, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I grazed her nipple. I felt her legs move, enclosing mine, as I pulled her closer. Our lips separated, and I put some money on the bar.

She took my hand and said to follow her, which I did as my eyes drank in her whole body – nicely sized breasts without being huge, a great hourglass figure with a just-right size ass, and hips that just cried out to be grabbed ahold of. Just before the restrooms, she pushed aside a curtain revealing a staircase going up. I let my hands wander over her ass as she led the way up, to what was apparently an old, unused office. I turned her around, my eyes on fire, and grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her in to me, kissing her hard as my other hand wandered, exploring her body—her rock hard nipples, down her side, reaching around to her ass and squeezing, pulling her closer in, feeling my cock, rock hard, straining to be released. I felt her fingers at my zipper, undoing, and she reached in and rubbed my cock. I took her hair and started to push, but she was ahead of me. Down on her knees, releasing my aching, straining cock, reaching out to it with her tongue, Konya Escort Bayan tasting, exploring, and then suddenly swallowing my whole cock in her mouth. I pulled her head in and out, lost in ecstasy as she sucked and tongued and fucked my cock with her mouth.

I finally pulled her head up and turned her around, my cock glistening with her saliva. I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them as I put the tip of my cock right on her clit, feeling her juices flowing over my cock already. I didn’t say a thing, just suddenly rammed my cock into her dripping pussy as hard as I could. God, it was incredible – hot, very tight, and just drenching my cock.

She gasped and moaned as I reached around and under her blouse, pushing her undone bra out of the way and grabbing her hard nipple, squeezing harder and harder as she panted “yes, harder, oh god fuck me harder . . . squeeze harder . . . ” I could feel her pussy contracting hard on my cock as she came for the first time, breathing in heavily as her juices gushed all over my cock and down her legs.

I slowed my rhythmic pumping in and out of her pussy, and gently caressed her nipples, feeling her legs shaking. I turned her around and pushed her down on the old, unused desk, spreading her legs to give my cock Escort Konya a direct shot in. Her gorgeous clit and pussy beckoned to my cock, and her eyes were sparkling and still glazed from orgasm. She reached for my cock as I mounted her, and this time slowly slid my cock inside her, building up speed and feeling her gasp each time I bottomed out inside her.

She started to drench my cock again, and she reached up to pull me down to her lips . . . she kissed me once, hard, and then moved her mouth to my ear and whispered “I want to feel you cum deep inside me—give it to me babe, now—I want to be your cum slut, and for everyone downstairs to know you just fucked me and made me yours . . . ” I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, begging me to fill her with my seed. I felt my orgasm building, and let it come—feeling hers build also, and I heard her moan softly as the tip of my cock mushroomed out and with a quick, violent pump I exploded into her incredible pussy, pumping shot after shot of hot cum deep inside her, feeling her pussy reacting, contracting, squeezing, trying to get every last drop . . .

I think we both screamed out at that moment, and I could feel both our bodies quivering with aftershocks. I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked it, gently at first and then harder, feeling her get harder and squeezing my cock even harder.

I moved up, kissing her neck, then her ear, and then her mouth . . . and then whispered in her ear, “Think you’ve earned another beer yet?”

She whispered back dreamily, “god, I hope not yet . . .”

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A Nurse’s Night

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My name is Joanne; we recently moved from the city to a rural area. I had been a nurse in a large liver and kidney transplant unit for about six years. My husband and I have been married ten years and we’ve never had children; that was our choice.

The way things are going I think that was a good idea. A year and a half ago I discovered that he had been having a long-term affair with a coworker. It’s the same old story; we had taken each other for granted and didn’t put enough effort into our relationship. We worked so hard to get ahead, working on our careers; we lost track of each other.

Finding out about the affair killed something in me and I know that I’ll never be the same. Even though we agreed we would give the marriage another try something is missing. He is still so cold to meand I long for arms around me; I ache for some passion. I had been faithful all these years; he had not. It wasn’t his first dabble on the other side of the fence and I am sure it will not be his last. He has had his needs filled and I have been left wanting; – no longer!

After we moved I began a new job in a smaller hospital. I took on a position that was entirely new to me whenI signed up for an internship in a surgical dept. Hospitals are willing to hire you at a lower pay rate and give you the on the job training you need to learn a new specialty in nursing. Surgery is surely foreign to me. I had not been in a surgical suite since nursing school.

Since it is a smaller hospital, we rotate a little taking turns in recovery, assisting in surgery, or being the circulating nurse. I feel most unsure of myself when I assist because each of our different surgeons has their own way of doing things. I am left trying to remember just how Dr Mathis wants his equipment set up, how Dr Silverman wants his instruments handed to him. I have to anticipate all of their different needs during the surgery and try to keep things running smoothly for them. Even though I have a preceptor present to help train me, it is still so stressful.

Most of the Docs are great but a select few can make you feel like a complete inept piece of shit. I have been yelled at and belittled in front of my coworkers more than once, but I have been assured that this is a common occurrence with some of the surgeons. Some doctors have developed a God complex. I have reservations about the choice I made to take this change in jobs at such a hard time in my private life. If I wanted stress, all I’d have to do is stay home with my husband.

There is one ray of sunshine at work his name is Wade; he is the nurse anesthetist.

Wade has the most comforting way about him. No wonder he is in anesthesia; even his quiet manner puts you at ease; I just love talking to him, joking with him. He is one of those people you can open up to and just be yourself with. Most nurses have a strange sense of humor anyway; we can find something funny about a strangulated hernia. You have to laugh or you would go nuts. We have seen it all and love to talk about it.

I told Wade about my Fishing Foley story so I’ll have to share it with you quickly. I was sitting at the nursing station and I kept hearing a sound like a loud plop coming from down the hall. I went to track down the sound and found one of my patients still confused form the anesthesia reeling in his Foley catheter hand over hand. When he had the urine bag in his hand he tossed it back out into the room. The Foley line stretched to its limits and jerked his dick straight out with a jolt. The urine bag hit the floor with that familiar plop I had heard. The patient started to repeat the procedure. I said, “what are you doing? ” He replied, “fishing.” I wonder if he thought he was getting a bite every time his penis was pulled. Wade and I got a big laugh out of this and it got us into talking a little more sexually than we had been before.

Yesterday was simply one of those days; we had a busy day doing the routine surgeries and it was hectic. Our last case was a little five-year old getting tubes in his ears for frequent ear infections; he had a history of asthma. Anytime you’re working with kids it is a little more difficult. They can go bad so easily and so quickly.

The procedure went well and the doctor left. It looked like we were going to get this kid recovered and I might be home early .He was responding well and we extubated him, removing his artificial breathing tube. That’s when the asthma attack hit him; swelling, his small, irritated Isparta Escort airway closed tightly. His oxygen saturation was dropping like a rock and we couldn’t get another airway tube into him due to the swelling. An emergency was called; all I could see is this beautiful little boy having brain damage from lack of oxygen. We feverishly tried to get an airway in and stimulated him to breathe. Wade gave him some succinylcholine torelax his muscles so that we could intubate him again. Finally, the tube was back in and the child and the staff started to breathe again. It was just too much. And I needed a break. Wade must have heard my inner pleas and asked me if I wanted to stop for a drink after work. I said, “sure, I need it.”

We left the hospital and headed over to the Bone, a bar at the far end of town. It was a noisy place with a few booths toward the back in a nice, darker area. The jukebox was blasting “Simple Man” from Lynyrd Skynyrd when we walked in. I love Skynyrd; I was already feeling somewhat better. I ordered Rum even after nine hours it smelled so good.

We had a few drinks and watched the people come into the bar. As the night wore on people came in to dance and we got up and gave it a go. It felt so good to have my body next to his. I started to get into the rhythm of a great beat and my chest even looked good to me as my big breasts rocked back and forth to the rocking beat blaring from the juke box. I started to rub up against him.

The drinks were making me a little more adventurous than normal; I didn’t have to be anywhere at any time. Rodger, my hubby was out of town for work. It felt good to touch a man, to feel him, to be in his presence and to move in time with him. It was getting hot in the room and so was I; we sat down in our booth after we were too tired to dance another step.

I lost track of the number of rum and cokes that I had consumed. I sat next to Wade and slipped my arm around his back and started to rub his shoulders and back ever so gently. He seemed to be having fun and enjoying himself. He looked over at me and I saw those deep, longing eyes. I looked up at him for a second and he leaned into me and we kissed, a great passionate kiss,a kiss like I have not experienced in many a year. I was his, lock stock and barrel; He owned me from that second forward.

I had another drink and forced my hand down and strongly rubbed his thighs. He knew what I wanted. He moved his hand down between my legs and felt me through my uniform pants. My crotch was hot and warm and starting to get wet. He said, “You’re a horny little bitch aren’t you?” in a playful way. I nodded a reply.

We had a last dance and I was really letting go. I reached over and felt his crotch through his pants and he was hard already. I turned around and danced with my butt in his crotch so I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He reminded me that we were in a public place but by this time I didn’t care. I knew where this was going and I was ready to let things run their course. I needed a release

Last call was announced by the surly looking bar keep. We both had another drink and I had to pee. I went back to the bathroom and when I came out Wade was in the hall that ran back to the restrooms. I grabbed him in a big hug and looked into his eyes and begged him to make me feel like a woman. I begged him to fuck me. We kissed and held each other, touching. He grabbed my crotch again and then grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He then said, k, lets go.”

We headed out into the night. There was no way in hell I could drive. Thank goodness there was a cheep motel about a block down the road. We walked toward it without even talking. He lead me by the arm; I was a little more than tipsy but I knew exactly what I was doing. He checked us in; the room was shabby and hot. I went over to the air conditioner and it was off and unplugged. I had to get down on my knees to plug it in. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Wade was watching me. I beckoned him to approach. I rubbed my face into his groin.

He said, “not yet Babe.” At that he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. We were both ripping at my pants to get them off. I managed to also get my scrub top off over my head. I was there in my Bra and panties, my favorite pair of lacy pink ones. My 40-Ds bulged as I panted so hard from the drinks and excitement of the moment. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me hard down the Isparta Escort Bayan bed; it burned my back from the friction.

There I was at the end of the bed my legs held up by the ankles. Wade looked as though he was about to fuck me then and there. I pleaded, “No! Lick me. Taste me. Eat me!”

The deep wanting was gone from his gaze and all I saw were pinpoint pupils and the pure cold hazel eyes. They looked empty and for a minute I was afraid. Gone was my friend from work and here in front of me was pure lust. He dropped my legs with a thud on the bed they bent at the knees and my feet hit the floor. He grabbed at my favorite panties and with a strong jerk that lifted me up from the bed he ripped them off with two hard pulls. The seams must have given him some trouble but in the end they gave way to shear force and I know I will have a nasty bruise across my lower back. I was so excited my head was spinning, my heart racing like a captive bird.

He said, “You asked for it.”

With that his head was between my legs. I could feel his hair brushing up against my thighs. I was in ecstasy. My husband would never give me any oral pleasure. The one and only time he did was while we were dating. My husband never thought about my pleasure or my needs. For a long time I have kept my pubic area shaved as I had thought that would please my husband but he never noticed; in fact he never said anything about it. Even the first time we had sex after I had gone bald he never noticed. Tell me how you can stick your dick into a woman with no hair on her puss and not notice?

I was brought back to the present by Wade saying “You horny little bitch! You’re shaved and dripping wet.”‘

I could feel his hot breath as he inspected his prize. His tongue touched my lips and separated them. It was like tiny electrical shocks running up my spine, such a foreign feeling to me.

My new lover ran his tongue up and down each side of the outer edges of my lips for what seemed like an eternity; he even nibbled at me with the edges of his teeth. He was lapping up the clear juices that had been flowing from me since the bar. He ran the tip of his hard tongue up till he found my clit and started working diligently on the most sensitive spot of my entire body. Over and over he flicked his tongue against it and blew gently on it. I was going nuts!

My hips lifted off the bed and my entire lower half was starting to tremor. He kept it up on that one spot until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was either going to have to stop him or cum because it was starting to be both painful and intense. It is hard to explain.

Wade could tell I was close and his head pinned my hips down a little harder as the passionate torture continued. I couldn’t take much more. I started moaning, “No! Oh no!”

Just then I came like a river. I had never felt such a rush of fluids. It had been over a year since I had my last orgasm. I guess my body was saving all my juices up. My body was actually trembling hard now. His mouth eagerly lapped my fluids and he plunged his face deep against my crotch. He continued to clean me and stick his tongue deep inside me.

For a while his tongue kept hitting my now ultra sensitive clit and made me yelp. He then lifted his head from my pelvis and his body ran up the length of mine.

He asked ” How was that you horny bitch?” I could barley speak, my body shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. He didn’t even need to ask. He kissed me hard and forceful. I tasted myself in this mouth and it tasted fantastic. We kissed for a long time, our bodies against each other and through his pants I could feel his rock hard dick against my leg.

He stood up and pulled down his scrub pants and underwear in a smooth movement and stepped out of them. I slid my butt down and off the bed, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed using the bed as a backrest. I was ready to have that hard dick in my mouth. It was a wonderful throbbing hard piece of meat and right now it was all mine. I love giving head; I always have. I love the feeling of total control I have while giving a BJ.

I put everything I have into it, mouth, tongue, face, and hands. I started by firmly grabbing the base of his cock and tonguing his head, lubricating the helmet and ridge with my mouth. I worked the tip while gently stroking the base up and down with my right hand. I heard a Ummm sound coming from above me and I knew I was on the right track.

I Escort Isparta was still twitching from my own orgasm; even my tongue felt like it was quivering. I started to take him deeper and deeper into my waiting mouth; I glanced up to see him watching me diligently. I could tell he was enjoying watching the show. His hand was on my head and stroking my hair. I was giving him everything I had, exploring the length of his cock with my mouth and tongue. I could feel his nuts with the very tips of my fingers at times. They were tight and the skin was ridged.

Concentrating on the sensitive head I kept the rhythm going with my hand till I felt the muscles tighten. I heard him say, “Oh God Babe!” a couple times. I took him deep as he blasted his full load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed every drop and lapped at his wet cock. Rubbing my tongue across his head again, I could tell he was very sensitive. He grabbed my hair gently but firmly and said, “Dam that felt good!” He let go of me and fell into the bed. I joined him. We cuddled up under the sheet, butt to nut, and his arm around me. I felt great and wanted. I felt alive. We fell asleep.

I don’t know how long we napped but I woke up with his cock up against my ass. I didn’t know where I was for a minute. The booze had taken its toll and I felt a little queasy. I was momentarily confused and did not understand why I felt a dick against my skin. I wasn’t in my bedroom.

I looked around the room with fuzzy eyes just as I was remembering what was going on. Wade reached down and roughly inserted his fingers into me. Thank goodness I was still a little wet from earlier or it would have hurt. He finger fucked me for a few minuets and then without much warning he stuck his cock inside me. It was a strange dick in me and it felt wonderful; it felt positively sinful. It felt right all at the same time.

He fit me like a glove. He was pumping me against my back; it was smooth and I was getting wet again. I was dripping onto the sheets from around his inserted cock. He grabbed my breasts from around my back and started squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He rolled one of my nipples between his fingers. He was getting a little rough with my tits. Then he slowed down and pulled his cock out of me. I wanted it back. He ordered, “On your knees, bitch!” I obeyed quickly and backed up to the edge of the bed.

Wade stood up and started to rub the head of his rock-hard cock at the entryway of my pussy. He started to insert it but didn’t and continued to tease me like that for what seemed an eternity. I wanted it back in me so badly.

I cried out, Oh please Fuck me! Please!”

He asked, Is that what you want?

I said, “Yes, please don’t tease me. Fuck me! Oh God, Fuck me hard!”

With that he pounded his entire length into my wet and waiting cunt, hard. Over and over he fucked me hard. His nuts were slapping against my puss. I was doggy style and being slammed forward with each stroke.

Without warning he withdrew again and pushed me over to my back and roughly grabbed those ankles again up over my head. He spread my legs wide and I thought he was going to brake one of my hips. I looked at his dick and juices were dripping from it. He fell down on my body and he and I were so wet that his cock naturally found its path back inside me.

We were fucking, my hips coming up to meet each of his movements. My legs were spread but wrapped around his back. I knew we couldn’t last long like this. He grabbed my legs and bent them up around by my head so he could get in as deep as possible. I felt like his dick was going to come out my belly button.

He let go my legs but they stayed put. He grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the bed. He reached down with his mouth to bite my nipple hard. I screamed. He was biting me hard: my nipple burned. Then he repeated the bite to the other nipple. I couldn’t help but yell out again.

Then he was biting my neck and ear. He looked into my eyes with those cold hazel pools of lust. He said, “You like it rough baby?” I said, “Yea. Do to me what you want.”

Oh god he was penetrating me deep. I was bucking like a rodeo horse with my wrist held tight to the bed. I saw his face change expression an he yeled, “I’m cumming, you horny slut! Oh fuck yes!”

With that I started my own rocking orgasm. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt like I was going to explode and I did.

We lay there connected moaning in pleasure unimaginable. We relaxed on the bed and slept. When we woke we showered together and dressed. We went and had breakfast and said our goodbye. I woke up today with bruises all over me. Some of them I can’t even account for. I am so pleasingly sore. I can’t wait for the next stressful day at work.

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A Picnic Story Ch. 01

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Donna and I worked part time together at a sporting goods store. Our relationship blossomed into friendship fairly early on. From the time we started to work together. We found a lot of common things to talk about. Topics went from our daytime work, our exes (usually accompanied by frowns and “glad to be out of that relationship” commentary). More recently, our conversations often strayed over into our personal experiences in the areas of, well, sex.

For both of us, our sex lives were pretty much limited. I spent more time doing it myself and while Donna never came out in the open about it, I gathered her sex life wasn’t much better.

Younger than me by a few years, she married “too young” (in her words) and basically had “no life.” I could easily relate to that, as my own marriage was too long and too constricting. This was our chance now to talk about it with a member of the opposite sex and to never be judged for our decisions. That, in and of itself, was thrilling to me.

Physically, Donna is a big girl. I’m a medium sized guy. I’ll admit that I’ve always had a sexual preference for bigger girls or what we now call BBW – big beautiful woman (regardless of whether they are beautiful or not – laugh.)

One night at work, a Friday, I suggested to Donna that we take a hike into the woods over the weekend for a little picnic. Donna quickly and happily agreed. I said I’d pack the picnic basket.

Saturday morning, I picked her up at her place and off we went to the state park an hour away. We hiked into the park a ways and found a small clearing near a wandering creek. The spot was shady with filtered and warming sunlight, very private and quiet, the quiet only broken by the occasional bird or insects that flit about.

After we’d settled into our private little picnic area and got about halfway through the chilled white wine and light lunch, we found ourselves giggling like little kids over jokes and jests. However, the banter we were laughing about was definitely not “kid like” subject matter. We were joking a lot about the usual sexually suggestive topics we talked about.

Finally, without any prompting, Donna asked me a question very nonchalantly; but in a definitely huskier, sultrier tone than how she usually talked. This was something I picked up on immediately. Suggestively she asked, “Mike, do you jerk off?”

I tried to play equally nonchalant about it and threw back my answer, “Sure I do, don’t you?” At that she blushed a bit and before she could even answer, I answered my own question with a presumptive “So what do you think about when you masturbate?”

Her response was a little reserved, just barely audible: “Well, lately, I’ve been thinking about you masturbating… in front of me… what do you think about?”

By this time, my cool appearing demeanor was wearing thin as I started to get hot, my body feeling the ripples of excitement course through me but, Kastamonu Escort with my last ounce of “Clint Eastwood coolness”, I responded, “I think about you thinking about me jerking off.”

Donna laughed and then declared, “Hey, that’s not fair! I asked you an on-the-spot question and you avoided the question again.”

“Oh, how it that avoiding the question?” I quipped. “I answered it truthfully!” I insisted…with a grin.

I could feel the growing erection in my pants grow tauter against my blue jeans as the line of questioning crossed over the thin line we usually stopped at during our casual but sexually frank talks in the store. I was starting to feel a definite need to get off by this point. Deciding to put a stop to the direction the conversation was headed; that is, in circles, I asked her, “OK so when you think about me jerking it, what’s the picture in your mind’s eye? I mean, am I sitting, standing, lying down, what?”

“Every which way, starting slow and then, well, you know, getting into it…” she trailed off dreamily.

I stood up and slowly undid my belt and top button of my jeans. Slowly, I pulled the zipper down and put my hand in suggestively. While she couldn’t really see what I was doing, I rubbed my erect dick inside my pants and said, “You mean like this?”

Donna licked her lips, not saying anything, just staring with wide eyes.

As I pulled my member out, I stood in front of her but covered my member with my hand stroking in such a way as to not show her anything yet but playing with an obviously aroused dick. I said to her, as I sat down on a nearby rock, “Or like this?” At this point, I had the entire package out but used my other, free hand to shield my balls from her view.

Donna said in a very low tone, “Oh my god, were you like, one of those male strippers or something cuz you sure are doing something to me, you tease!” At the same time, letting her hand wander down to her shorts covered crotch.

“Nope, just wanted to see if I could give you something to wonder about…” was my response. Finally, I slowly began to reveal my erection to her and started to slowly, languidly stroke my hard dick for her full viewing pleasure.

“Show me more, big boy…” said Donna in a giggly but commanding tone.

I stood up and slowly let my pants slide down my legs until they were at my ankles. I was standing not two feet from Donna’s face jerking off! What a thrilling feeling that was. I could feel the pressure in me building so I decided I’d better hasten the pace of the conversation to get to what I imagined could be one of the most thrilling things I’ve ever done in my life: jerking myself off while a woman watched me!

“You know what my problem is when I’m jerking off, Donna?” I grunted through my frenzied stroking.

“What’s that, Mike?” was her breathy reply.

“My jerk off fantasies almost inevitably Kastamonu Escort Bayan ends up wandering over to the thought of me cumming in your hot mouth.”

I think that last remark did it for her. She moaned, “Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that….”

I worriedly thought for a moment that I’d finally stepped too far over the line with her and she was about to tell me off or something. That was very far from the truth. At that, she lay back a little, leaning on her back pack, and quickly undid the button and fly on her shorts. She thrust her hand into her now wide open pants and started to rub herself off. Like me, she initially didn’t show me anything but I could see very clearly what she was doing. She moaned as she did this and never took her eyes off of me as I continued to masturbate right in front of her.

Imagine the heat of the scene; here were the two of us, getting into our own private acts while openly and directly communicating our pleasure through our visual and audio senses only. I noted in my mind that we still had had no direct physical contact with each other. The thrill and sensation was enthralling!

I moaned too as I stroked, faster and faster, uttering excitedly, “Let me see you do it, I want to see it all, your body, your hands in motion…”

Donna paused her frantic stroking and rubbing momentarily and raised her ample hips and butt to slip her shorts and panties all the way down and off in a single motion. While she did that, with her legs in the raised position, I caught a healthy glimpse of her unshaven bush directly above her wide, raised ass. I almost blew my load at the sight and had to slow it down to long, slow strokes to keep myself from cumming.

Donna resumed her clit stimulation and slowly she opened her legs up to give me a full view of her now soaking wet pussy. As we had been doing all along, we never let our eyes stray from each other’s except to occasionally direct our visual attention to the stroking and rubbing actions below our respective waists.

“Let me see your tits, Donna!” I pleaded. I wanted badly to finally see what I imagined all the time to be large, full and magnificently sculpted breasts. The cleavage I’d become accustomed to in her tight fitting sweaters and tops was an ample indication of the treasures beneath.

With her free hand, Donna pulled up her v-necked t-shirt, stopping just above her waist. She hesitated and told me how self-conscious she was of her large belly.

I gasped reassuringly to her, “Donna, you KNOW that I’m partial to big girls! C’mon, don’t tease me like this, you are so hot!”

Her reply was a coy, “Well, well, no look who’s on the teasing end of the stick, Mr. Chippendale! Revenge is sweet” followed by a jokingly, mockingly sinister belly laugh.

Now that I was beyond being cool, it was my turn to plead. “Donna, get me off! I really need to Escort Kastamonu get off!” I couldn’t take much more of this. I wanted to see her ample tits so badly!

Without another word, Donna pulled the t-shirt to the bottoms of her tits, revealing the smoothness of the material that made up the cups of her immense bra. “You ready? Are you going to cum if I show you the goods?” were her teasing words.

“Oh shit, woman, I’m about to plant a load right now! Stop torturing me!” I said both laughingly as well as in desperation.

Donna must have taken pity in me as she quickly pulled the shirt all the way up and over her chest. My god, the tits she had encased in that yard of stretch fabric were a pair large cantaloupes!

Donna purred, “Like what you see, big boy? I want to see you cum! Shoot your load!” At that, Donna reached into her bra and pulled out one of her big tits! I take back what I said; her exposed tit seemed almost as large as a basketball! It was graced with an areola surrounding her large, erect nipple that was three inches across.

Then, with little warning, she exclaimed suddenly, “Mike, I’m cumming!”

At that moment, I watched her body shudder in almost violent orgasm! She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were closed, her head thrown back over the back pack. Her frantic rubbing was lightning paced and with her other hand, she had two fingers thrusting in and out of her love box, burying them knuckle deep.

“Watch me, baby! I’m going to shoot and I might even hit the tree!” I exclaimed.

As she opened her eyes, she continued her almost violent thrusting and rubbing, “Do it baby, cum for me, Mike! Shoot your hot cum!”

Standing inches from her with my dick pointing crosswise over her immense chest, I jerked my dick into a violent ejaculation, my white cum flying through the air across her tits and onto the ground next to her. My dick spasmed several times and I was amazed at the force and volume of my cumshot! With no exaggeration, it must have been a good three to four foot shot across her.

With my final strokes, the remaining cum I had stored up in me exited my dick with less force and fell neatly on the tops of her tits and a few rivulets of my cum hit Donna’s bra cup, leaving wet marks all across her chest.

I was weak kneed at that point and collapsed to my knees right next to her ample thighs, this action allowing the last dribble of cum to land on one of her bare legs.

Amazingly, we still had no physical contact up until this point until I reached my arm around her broad shoulders and neck. As we slowly sunk down onto the blanket together, we finally embraced in each other’s arms and kissed long and hard, our tongues intertwined with each other’s.

Spent and exhausted, we lay there giggling and whispering between our interlocked mouths….

“Oh my god, that was unbelievable”…

“You are the hottest person I’ve ever been with.”…

“I never knew masturbation could be like that.”…

“Your body is so hot!”…

“I want more….”

I forget who said which line… but it really didn’t matter. The feeling was mutual: solo sex was better with a partner.

END PART ONE

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A Night to Remember

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Song: Let’s Make A Night To Remember
Artist: Bryan Adams

“I love the way ya look tonight
With your hair hangin’ down on your shoulders
N’ I love the way ya dance your slow sweet tango
The way ya wanna do everything but talk
And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside
Let’s make out – lets do something amazing
Let’s do something that’s all the way
Cuz I’ve never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go…
Let’s make a night – to remember
From January – to December
Let’s make love – to excite us
A memory – to ignite us
Let’s make honey baby – soft and tender
Let’s make sugar darlin’ – sweet surrender
Let’s make a night – to remember – all life long”

* * * * *

Desiree slowly swayed to the music softly playing from her radio player. Slowly her body moved to the sounds of the music as the fire, providing the only light, played with her body casting loving shadows and light upon her slender form clad in her white silk night gown. Out in the dark night a gentle storm rolled across the sky above the small cabin, as she continued to dance, her hands moving to her sable hair as her eyes closed as she began to sing along with the lyrics of the song. Little did she know that she was being watched with much interest.

Mark had just stepped out of the bedroom fresh from his shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist to cover himself. A low rumble rose in his throat as he watched Desiree’s hips sway softly as the silk of her gown gave the allusion of her floating in her movements. Her back was to him giving him full reign to admire her lush derrière. He could tell that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Slowly she turned around and opened her eyes to see Mark drinking in her body with his green eyes that glittered with lust and passion. She continued dancing as her eyes washed over his body. He was magnificent with clothing on, but standing in the doorway of their bedroom with droplets of water slowly trickling down his chest , there were not words to describe him. She looked down at his towel and knew that she had his fill attention. Slowly she smiled and held open her arms to him.

“Dance with me,” she softly said as her body kept moving. Mark said nothing only slowly strode to her dancing form, his hands grasping her hips and hauling her close to him so she could feel his hardness press into her as he began to move with her. She moaned softly and began Rize Escort kissing the droplets of water that ran down his chest and over his nipples as she braced his forearms. Mark groaned softly, her kisses sending flames licking across his skin and her soft breath fanned the flames even further. He too closed his eyes and began to grind himself into her as he breathed in the smell of her special perfume, which always made his loins tighten painfully.

She responded readily by moving her hands to his hips and pulling him closer grinding with him as her pulse began to quicken and a moistness began to gather in her own sex. Her lips continued moving across his chest nibbling on his nipples as he brought his own lips to her shoulders. Their breathing had long passed quickened and their desires grew with each sway of their bodies.

Carefully, Mark lifted Desiree and wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered the straps of her night gown to reveal her full breast. He continued to move to the music grinding himself up against her as he suckled her breast in the most tender and loving way. Desiree cried out and cradled his head to her breast as he loving caressed her back with his hands. Her body was on fire as her nails began to rake at his back as he caught one dusty pink nipple between his teeth biting and rolling it between them.

Her moans and his heartfelt growls mingled and danced with one another just as their bodies did. Soon it became too much and Mark walked to the bearskin rung in front of the fireplace and gently lowered Desiree to the lush and warmed rug. He then removed her night gown fully exposing her wonton body. Unable to control her hands, Desiree reached up to her kneeling lover and with one fluid movement removed his towel and tossed it to the other side of the room.

Mark lowered himself to her open arms and their lips met in a passionate kiss that rocked the very foundations of their souls. They tasted and fed of each other’s lips as if it were their very last kiss. Almost as if they depended on each other for the very next breath. They rejoiced at the hot feeling of each other’s bodies next to one another and the sparks and flames they created.

Desiree moved her hips against Mark restlessly, but he had other things in mind as his kisses moved from her lips to her breast. Desiree arched her body hungrily against his mouth as he, ever so agonizingly slow, kissed and licked a trail of fire and ice down her body. Desiree gasped as his large and powerful hands parted her legs Rize Escort Bayan exposing her shaved secret promise. She always kept herself shaved for she knew how much it turned him on and every time he saw her bald and exposed, it was as if he was looking at her for the first time.

With an animalistic growl, Mark buried his face in the sweet wetness of her, driving his tongue deep inside of her. Desiree screamed out his name and arched her entire body against him as if it was a sacred offering. Mark gladly accepted dipping his tongue in and out of her and then moving to suck on her love bud as he worked two fingers in and out of her soaking up her juices and filling the air around him with her saccharine scent. Her moans enticed moans of his own as his mouth moved back to her hole. He nibbled, licked, and sucked until her moans grew into desperate cries and her desperate cries grew into shrieks and her sheiks into full blown screams as her juices flowed freely into his mouth and on his goatee.

“Mmmm, you taste so good darlin’,” he commented as he licked his lips and fingers. She said nothing. She couldn’t speak, only keep her eyes locked with his as he ascended her body to reach her lips.

Again she raised her hips to him so that he may enter her but he ignored her, kissing her breast. Desiree smiled catching on to the little game he was playing. Reaching down between them she grasped his cock in a vice grip, causing him to cry out. She began to pump her with his hand alternating between quick rapid strokes to slow sensual teasing strokes.

Mark laid over her balanced on his elbows as she tortured him with no ends. Her movements held him in paralysis, his mind lost and his body on fire as she tortured him to no ends. Every time he felt himself approaching release from the quick motions of her hand she would slow down and smile evilly up at him.

With loud grown he grasped her hand, ripping it away from his throbbing and dripping cock, and placed it along with it’s twin above her head. In one swift motion he drove into her with enough force to produce a soundless cream from her lips.

“You like toyin’ with me don’t you Des?” he said as he began to move inside of her slowly surprising himself at his own self control..

“Mark,” she gasped as he slowly and tenderly moved in and out of her body. He wanted to take his time loving and teasing her just the way she enjoyed doing him. Mark bit the inside of his lip fight back the animalistic urge to surge inside of her and take her with Escort Rize wild abandonment

He had every intention of loving her slowly, until she began to move restlessly against him, bucking her hips and that was all it took to break his self control. Howling he began to snap into her moving her a bit across the carpet as he surged into her. She was so unbelievably hot and wet as he powerfully thrust himself into her over and over again. The sounds of his testicles slapping loudly against her filled the air along with the smell of sex.

“Oh god Mark!” she screamed her nails clawing against his hands.

“Ohh yea…so good!” Mark howled as he released her hands and drew her body closer to him.

Des wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and he recklessly pounded her. Tears began to form in Des’ eyes as his thrusts became so very bittersweet. He was so large and she was so small and tight and the friction was unbearable.

Suddenly, a force unknown surged into Mark’s aggressive body and he moved quicker his growls growing louder to match the scream’s of Des. Their bodies began to tense to painful degrees as they felt their Shangri-La approaching.

Mark drove on and on his hips snapping powerfully. His fingers began to bite painfully into Des’ hips and he felt her nails dig into his back drawing blood.

“So close, so close!” Mark gritted though his teeth as he continued to reach for the stars for the both of them.

Without a forewarning their bodies exploded in a beautiful array of passion, lust, love and desire as their fluids met and spilled over onto the rug. Their cries left their throats and matched the fury of the thunder that was crashing around the cabin. Mark clinched her body to his as the both jerked and trembled from the intensity.

When they finally calmed Mark allowed her to relax against the softness of the rug as he stayed inside her, his manhood still a powerfully erect rod. Slowly they kissed as Mark gently rocked in and out of her.

” You are something else, you know that darlin?” Mark said still fighting for his breath.

Des giggled. “What did I do?” she said innocently.

“Don’t even think about playing innocent with me darlin,” Mark said biting her lip. “The way you were dancing was anything but innocent.”

“But you liked it,” she commented biting him back on his lip.

“You damn right I did,” he said replied. ” And I’m not done yet. I’m not letting your body go anytime soon darlin. This will be a night to remember.”

“Let’s make a night – to remember
From January – to December
Let’s make love – to excite us
A memory – to ignite us
Let’s make honey baby – soft and tender
Let’s make sugar darlin’ – sweet surrender
Let’s make a night – to remember – all life long”

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A New Life for Debbie Ch. 08

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From an idea by my gorgeous friend Dee

Debbie had gathered her three daughters for a small party to celebrate the third anniversary of the invasion of their home in South England by a gang of kidnappers led by Abbie. The four men had been quite surprised to discover that instead of four shrieking, screaming and crying victims, they faced a close knit group that supported one another. Abbie was a shrewd gang leader and modified his plans accordingly. In a matter of just a few days, he had transformed the house into a training center for future whores.

The very idea of becoming whores appealed to the four girls and, soon after, he gave a first taste of their future trade to Debbie and her eldest daughter Janet in a small seedy restaurant along the road. The experience was so much positive that Abbie had organized a big party in a private club, including this time the two youngest daughters of Debbie who were still virgins at 22. The four girls had been gangbanged all the night, servicing three men simultaneously to save time. The two virgins, wearing a chastity belt to protect their cherries had used their already ample breasts (a very pleasant family trait) to provide a third receptacle for the men’s jizzm. All in all, the four girls had serviced more than three hundred men in that memorable night and netted around one hundred thousand dollars!

After looting Debbie’s house, selling everything to second hand dealers, Abbie had flown discreetly his four now quite willing victims to the headquarters of the Organization in the mountains of Morocco. There, they were measured, photographed and fucked by the local MD, the lesbian nurse who was helping him before being offered to the hands working there, fifty burly men with calloused hands and most important for the sex frenzied girls sporting very big cocks, many of them having more than 10″ very hard zobs (cocks in arab).

Debbie and her daughters had been assigned to the busiest whore house of the organization in Singapore with over than fifty whores in activity there. They had become in less than a month the best money earners of the house. At the beginning, they had had the advantage of being fresh meat. Thus, they had received the visit of nearly all the usual customers. Their good manners, their lust for cocks and their total availability (even on their days off, they were OK to make a few extras if the number of available girls wasn’t sufficient) had made them very popular and the demand for them had never declined. The rumor in the kinky (and wealthy) circles in the city had drawn more and more customers. Debbie and her eldest daughter were already pregnant from their kidnappers and were soon joined by her two youngest daughters whose cherries had been publicly auctioned then taken among a large assistance. The politic of the organization was to breed as often as possible its whores and sell for adoption the babies, always in high demand. The girls were given just three months to rest between pregnancies. The swollen bellies of the four girls inevitably attracted to them even more customers.

The manager of the house wanted to organize events to focus the attention on his establishment. The events would be reserved for very wealthy men able to pay thousands of dollars to fuck a girl and therefore should be rather original.

The former jail house of the city under the British Empire had been replaced by a brand new one and was to be demolished. The Chinese Brothel manager had it dismantled by a company he owned and he rebuilt the death row of the prison in the quite convenient basement of the building housing the whore house. Everything had been rebuilt identically. There were just seven cells with their bars. The cells on the opposite side of the corridor had been replaced by rows of armchairs for men and women wanting to see the inmates brutalized, raped and used in any conceivable perversion.

The manager had imagined that he needed for that job a combination of willing and rebel whores. His choice had been immediate (in fact he had had it in mind when he took interest in the jail demolition contract) : Debbie and her daughters would play the star roles. The three other cells would be occupied by whores to be punished or either having tried to escape, to steal something from customers or attacking one of her colleagues or a customer, the worst of the crimes!

In the script (but it could be easily changed on the whim of a customer or of the manager himself, Debbie and her daughters were free in their cells and the other girls were manacled to their bunks. All the cells were really locked. The show was beginning with all the girls laying on the bed apparently on sleep. A warden came, rattling his keys against the bars. The girls put away their rough brown comforter and appeared in their prison uniform , an orange tiny cropped tee shirt with holes in it leaving their breasts completely bare. On the tee shirts, spectators could see in black letters Zonguldak Escort : Singapore death row and just a number. An orange sticker in the shape of a sherif star barely covered their areolas with the nipple protruding in a hole at the center. An orange string thong completed the outfit. The string was completely hidden between the girl’s ass cheeks. In the front, a tiny orange band less than half an inch wide was trying to hide her pussy. The mission was rendered impossible as the tissue was pushed helplessly between the cunt lips. Most of the men watching a girl in such a skimpy outfit would grow erect on the spot.

Debbie and her daughters had a distinctive peculiarity : their cunts were perfectly clean of any hair and ornamented with a tatoo in red letters : Abbie’s, Tyrone’s, Al’s or Justin’s whore while the other ones had an untidy furred pubic hair. The red tattoos had been a major hit and the library sold posters, post cards and even fridge magnets of them. The manager had even recently opened a beauty parlor where women could be shaved and tattoed in the same way. Men had to book a place in advance for their wives and girl friends!

Customers wearing warden uniforms entered the cells as if they were doing an inspection, a very close inspection as they snaked their hands into the skimpy tops of the girls, mauling mercilessly their breasts. The three punished girls screamed and writhed in pain but Debbie – sorry, no, Dee, her whore name- and her daughters seemed really to enjoy being mistreated that way, pushing their breasts in the hands of their visitors.

The girls then were laid on their bunks on their backs or on their bellies as their visitor wanted. Rebel girls were not given any lubricant if they were fucked in the ass. They sometimes finished like raw meat while obedient girls came out of their cells unscathed.

The punished girls were then escorted away usually to the sickbay for salve application, leaving Dee and her daughters alone to cope with the desires of around fifty men who had paid four thousand dollars to be there.

One of the men’s favorite scene had been introduced by Dee, a few months before : a man with a particularly long dick would take place on the outside of the bars, pushing his cock through the bars. Dee or any of her daughters would come from inside the cell and impale herself on the glorious cock offered to them using either her cunt or her ass to milk the man from his jizzm. She would then clean his cock with her tongue and mouth.

There were plenty of variants for this scene. Deewho was exercising as much as she could to remain in shape once jumped and griped the bars in her hands, before lowering her pussy down to the waiting cock. She was supple enough to offer her breasts through the bars to his mouth and fuck the man in such an acrobatic way. For sure, such a performance was limited to the longest cocks but Dee just loved to be stretched widely.

These shows were punctuated by many incidents Dee scrupulously reported in her diary fnot to forget to tell it to Abbie. It never failed to revive him after a long session of hot fucking and Dee would never miss such an opportunity!

When a man sporting a monstrous cock of thirteen inches came asking if he could fuck Dee, she first tried him that way, reducing his available length to a more manageable length of ten inches. As she had no problem accommodating him, she let him in her cell (although she had theoretically no say in this matter) make him lie on the bunk and straddled him slowly, impaling herself progressively on this stallion cock. She stopped whenever the pain became unbearable then resumed her slow descent. This reminded her of the public defloration of her twin daughters Joan and Samantha. The men who had won the auction had both gigantic phalluses of similar dimensions as this one, the process had been long and painful. When the cocks had at last burst through their hymen, the girls had screamed as never before Dee had heard a woman scream. Just for the fun of it, Dee launched the most piercing scream she could produce. The man had stopped immediately to inquire

– Have I hurt you, Dee?

– No, Sir! I just wanted to spur you : your cock stretches me deliciously; Fuck me as hard and as deep as you can! My cunt has swallowed you completely : now prove me you’re a man that fulfills a girl’s expectations!

Some wealthy women came often to see the show. they cheered whenever a big cock appeared or when a girl was really skewered by it, especially if it was a punished girl! Their encouragements were not trying to comfort the poor girl but to spur the man to fuck ,her morez brutally and show no mercy.

Once, a young Chinese woman came forward, asking to be allowed to have her fun with Dee. So far, only men had paid to fuck one of the inmates. The man in charge didn’t know how to react. Dee immediately judged the problem and called for him. The warden was surprised Zonguldak Escort Bayan but came along. Dee had a big prestige among the direction and the simple wardens were just employees. She never tried to take the upper hand on them and treated them always with uttermost respect, staying at attention in front of them with her eyes downcast, even when they weren’t on stage. She acted like the most submissive whore in the establishment.

Dee whispered to the chief warden. The man immediately smiled back and lifted a thumb. He signaled to the woman to follow him. He didn’t have warden uniforms that small but Dee’s idea was very practical. The warden came back with the woman on tow. She was wearing an inmate uniform, complete with the minimalist thong worn in the peculiar way of this prison. She was blushing beet root as she knew several of the men in the assistance, friends and family members but she walked on bravely. Her hands were tied in her back and she was wearing leg irons than hampered her stride.

The warden opened Dee’s cell and let the woman in. He undid her leg irons and her handcuffs and left the two girls with an assistance of maybe fifty people who seemed mesmerized. Dee spent nearly a full hour on the bed with this woman. The Chinese girl seemed paralyzed to be in display with so many spectators. Dee squeezed her nipples between thumb and index, making it roll faster and faster. The girl closed her eyes in bliss. Dee then slid her hand under the Tee shirt and took hold of a whole breast. As often with Chinese women, her tits were firm but rather small but the girls there are often so lithe than nothing else would suit them. The comparison with Dee’s ample melons was fantastic. The assistance applauded when Dee pulled off the girl’s top and pressed their breasts together.

The girl started to moan and opened her mouth. Dee bent down and kissed the girl. The little peck transformed soon into a torrid French kiss with tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Dee was controlling the situation and she had better as the Chinese girl was completely into it. She took off hastily Dee’s clothes and ripped her own thong in her frenzy.

Before Dee had realized it, they were locked in a hot sixty nine. Dee had never expected this once shy girl to be such an expert clit and pussy sucker. The two girls caressed one another feverishly. Dee had never had such intimate relations with another girl but she had watched her daughters being caressed and fucked countless times by many men. With her own experience, she really knew how to please a girl! Their mouths were very busy but they managed to exchange their names : the girl was Ying Tsou, the heir of a rich Chinese family in Singapore. Dee was now in command, telling Ying how to present herself to her caresses and to offer her body in the lewdest manner to the customers in their armchairs.

– Ying, turn on your belly and grab your ass cheeks! I’m going to lick your ass hole! Try to lift your shoulders up for our spectators to see your face and your tits. They will love it!

Ying obeyed without a protest, looking straight in the face of leering men, offering shamelessly her body to their view and comments. Dee noticed some of the customers began to get impatient. They wanted to be allowed in Dee’s cell. There was a queue forming. That gave an idea to Dee who was always on the prowl for some new kinky scene.

Dee whispered something in the ear of the woman cuddled in her arms who looked puzzled, then afraid, appeared shy and incertain before finally nodding her acceptation. Dee called for the chief warden again. This evening was turning rather weird for him. She informed him of a new deviation from the standard procedure she had just engineered. He agreed to lead the woman back in chains to one of the cells deserted by the punished girls. He then made a public annoucement explaining they had just received a new inmate in the prison Death row and that she would be ready to receive visitors in a minute. He gave even to the assistance her real name! Ying’s shame would be complete but she didn’t seem to mind.

There was a stir in the assistance and someone jumped up immediately and paid to the warden the fee to fuck the new whore. Dee learned later that it was Ying’s own father! He happened to be there when Dee had warmed up sufficiently the young woman to make her horny and ready for anything, including a public exposure. In a small city like Singapore, the buzz would cross the city in a few hours and she would be an outcast in her community but she didn’t care : her husband was immersed as usual in the vapors of his opium pipe. He hadn’t touched her for more than one year and didn’t care about her. He had never even tried to knock her up. At least acting like a whore gave her a thrill in her life.

Ying stood up when her father entered her cell. When she realized he wasn’t furious about her, she smiled to him, offered him a condom Escort Zonguldak and just asked him whether he wanted her mouth, her cunt or her ass before placing herself on her four to wait for his penetration like a seasoned whore. He threw aside the condom and plunged his engorged cock in Ying’s wet cunt. He fucked her just as he would have fucked Dee or any of her daughters. In no time he had her screaming and dancing on top of his erect pole. She was learning that old didn’t meant decrepit. He used her in her three holes but he took special care to spew his sperm always into her pussy. He left her completely spent, the perfect image of a well fucked woman! He gave a big tip to the warden.

Fifteen men who personally knew Ying followed the example of her father but the warden insisted they put on their rubbers. Ying received, that evening, the basic training of any whore in that establishment. Always ready and smiling even when you are exhausted, cunt, mouth and ass gaping open to lure customers to use the girl.

Everyone in the assistance knew that after that public exposure, these men and plenty of other ones would surely come to visit Ying in the future at home when her husband would be at his office and enjoy her as they wanted. She would not deny them anything now : they all knew it. They would just enter her house and order her in the position they wanted. She was public property at that moment. When she left, the cashier handed her a nice wad of banknotes : sixteen men at three hundred US dollars each minus the twenty percent charge for unregistered whores left her with her with about four thousand dollars including the tips. Ying told the cashier he hadn’t charged for her tryst with Dee but he waved it away, saying it was on the house. It was the first time a customer left the whore house richer than he had entered. The demand for Dee hadn’t faltered, on the contrary : the men in the assistance seemed to have been excited by her bout with Ying and all the girls had a higher than usual number of suitors.

Three days later, Ying came back. She was wearing very revealing and extremely close fitting Chinese silk dress. She was accompanied by her father again. He seemed to have developed a very deep attachment to his daughter. It was him who came to discuss with the chief warden just before the show. When the curtain was lifted, there were seven girls in the cells, two for punishment, Dee and her three daughters and Ying locked in the same cell as Janet! In the girls’ dressing room, Dee had taken Ying in her arms, kissed her like a very close friend and presented her to her daughters. The girl to girl action in Janet’s cell was nearly as hot as the one with Dee three days before. Her father was again the first to visit her and he declined once more to put on a rubber.

From then on, Ying came back often, wearing Chinese clothes or looser garments such as sarees like those worn by the local Indian women or in European clothes. She was always accompanied by her father or some very handsome, always different man who visited her afterward in her cell. The strangers would put on condoms just as anybody else. Dee had understood what Ying’s father was up to but she pretended not to understand. Two weeks later, the Chinese woman announced that her father had knocked her up. She seemed to be joyful and happy then. She continued her visit to the other inmates as her belly swelled more and more prominently. When she got too big, her father made her on her hands and knees and fucked her doggie style.

Just a few weeks before her delivery, she visited Dee and offered her a richly embroidered Chinese dress with slits up to her waist to thank her for her future baby. She explained that she would never come back to the whore house. Her father had decided to have his daughter locked in his own cloistered harem to keep her for his personal and his friends’ use only. Her husband seemed not to have noticed his wife had disappeared. Dee was often invited by Ying’s father afterward. Neither of them was specially attracted by girls but they loved to excite men by playing together in front of assistance.

As these lesbian games were clearly a big turn on for men, Dee had to submit to something she had always declined to do and share a cell at the beginning of the show with one of her daughters. The sisters Samantha and Joan seemed not to have a problem playing together. Janet seemed more at ease with her mother. So they decided to make that pairing permanent. Most of their customers were sure they were really in couple and would have been shocked to watch Dee when she was shagged hard by Abbie and she would scream her pleasure quite loud. Dee didn’t care as long as the customers thinking she serviced them against her will paid for pretending raping a lesbian girl!

Debbie and her daughters loved these small theatrical performances once or twice a week as it changed them from their daily routine.

When some top brass, curious for such inventive shows came to visit them, the girls tried to innovate : although they were still considered as slave whores with no importance, their suggestions were listened to and evaluated. Unbeknownst from her mother, Janet proposed a new variation that met very favorable comments.

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A Night In

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“Thanks for staying in with me baby,” you say, nuzzling my neck with your beard. You feel guilty for not wanting to go out tonight. It’s sweet of you. I understand that you hate the clubs, but it still frustrates me sometimes. It’s my first year of college and I just want to go out and party. You on the other hand, will be graduating soon and you’ve had enough of partying.

I cuddle into your broad chest and glance at the movie playing. It’s a kung-fu movie with English subtitles. It isn’t keeping my interest at all. I begin lazily running my hand around your chest. I love feeling the muscles there. For some reason I’m really turned on tonight. To the point where I can’t even sit still. Instead I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, desperate to be touched.

You’ve noticed. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but you’re letting me build. You love it when I beg you.

“Restless tonight?” you ask. You look directly into my eyes when you look at me and it makes my stomach flip in anticipation. I can see the mischief there. I can tell you’re going to tease me.

“Maybe a little,” I reply as I lean into you. I begin to kiss you slowly. I lick your bottom lip gently, as a way to ask for entrance. You don’t comply, instead biting at me gently before pulling away.

I can’t stand how in control you are. I sigh and lean against you again and let you return to your movie. You’re smirking. You think you’re winning. Tonight, though, I want to tease you.

I make a big show of stretching out under my blanket. Eskişehir Escort I’m laying with my head in your lap now, with everything from my shoulders down covered by a blanket. You slide your hand under the blanket and find one of my breasts. You casually begin playing with one of my nipples. It drives me insane. I don’t wait for you to escalate it though. Instead I slip one of my own hands between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side beneath my skirt and very obviously begin taking care of myself.

I can feel you getting hard. It’s simultaneously turning you on and driving you crazy that I’m ignoring you. You fling the blanket off of me so you can see what’s happening. One of my breasts is out of my shirt. You waste no time in freeing the other. I sit up and face you. You kiss me roughly and try to replace my hand for yours. I slap you away and continue fingering myself as you kiss me. You desperately want to be included but I keep denying you access. You bite down my neck and collar bone before finding my breasts with your mouth. You bite the soft flesh there and I cry out. You take one of my nipples between your fingers and squeeze and it drives me crazy. You feel my body shudder as I orgasm on the spot.

You look into my eyes and smile deviously. “You know, that’s my job.”

Before I can respond you’ve lifted me off the couch and are carrying me back toward your room. I giggle as you set me down on your bed. You stand at the foot and remove your shirt. Next Eskişehir Escort Bayan off is your belt. Instead of throwing it to the side though you keep it in your hand as you approach me.

“These hands have done enough for one night, don’t you think?” you ask catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. You wrap your belt around them and tightly tie them together before lashing them to your headboard. I’ve never been tied up before and I can’t believe what an exciting feeling it is.

You start to kiss me again now. With no hands to pull you closer I have to arch my body to meet your kisses. You’re teasing me again but now I am powerless to the assault. Your mouth freely explores my body dispersing both soft kisses and aggressive bites where you see fit. I start writhing, wishing I could pull my skirt off. Wishing I could direct you to where I need your touch most.

You laugh at my squirming. “My poor restless girl. You want to get fucked don’t you?”

My stomach does flips at your questioning.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly.

“What was that?” you ask lackadaisically running a finger under the waist band of my skirt.

“Yes!” I say more adamantly as you slide one of your fingers inside me.

“Someone’s wet,” you say amused. You finally slide my skirt and panties all the way off of me, leaving me completely exposed.

You spread my legs and begin kissing and biting my inner thighs. Getting so close I can literally feel your Escort Eskişehir breath on my swollen clit, but never actually touching that part of me.

Then you pull away and I hear you undo your pants. I’m sure that by now you are almost as desperate as me, but if so you don’t show it. You’re always so much more in control than I am I can’t fathom how you do it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” you ask. Your voice is gravelly. You’re finally starting to slip. You need me just as badly as I need you.

“Yes,” I say back.

“Then say it.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What?”

“Please baby, I want you to fuck me,” I beg knowing it will send you over the edge.

It does and without warning you slam your whole length inside of me causing me to cry out in pure ecstasy. You’re aggressive tonight, thrusting deep and hard, no longer able to tease. I love it and wrap my legs around you trying to bring you in closer to me. I want all of you.

“That’s right, take it,” you growl at me. Your intensity just makes the experience better. It turns me on knowing how badly you want me.

“Who’s my girl?” you ask.

“I am baby.”

“Just mine?”

“I’m all yours. No one else’s,” I reply a little frantic.

It’s obvious we’re both really close. I begin to moan louder, letting you know I’m about to finish.

“That’s right baby. Come for me,” you say and it takes me over the edge. I arch my back and bite your chest as I climax for the second time tonight. Before my orgasm is through I feel you experience your own climax.

Afterward we both lie breathless for a moment trying to regain the rest of our senses. You unbind my wrists and I cuddle into you.

“Who’s my girl?” you asked with a small smile. I giggle and kiss you playfully.

“I’m all yours.”

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A Naughty Wedding to Remember

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Isn’t the political environment toxic these days? In the United States, I mean. The parties hate each other, one calling itself the Resistance while the other arguing amongst itself how to get legislation passed despite infighting and partisanship.

You’d think going to a wedding would provide respite to the crazy nature of politics.

Think again. The politics of family trumps (pun intended) the thought of having a good time. Perfect example was my friend Jillian’s wedding last weekend at a resort along the Jersey shore. It was beautiful, of course, and the food and ambiance was outstanding.

But along the way the family of the bride really didn’t like the family of the groom and the two sides kept to themselves. It was downright embarrassing early on while people were separately mingling while the bridal party was out and about for photos.

Along the way politics entered into conversation, and people were assholes. Oh well.

Upon reflection, I hadn’t set out to be naughty or anything at the wedding. Rather, it was merely a command performance in that I had to be there and wanted to complete that mission quietly and without fanfare. It had been a trying several weeks at work, and the guys in my life were not cooperating with my needs.

Standing at a table, I said hi to a guy who just happened to be there. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me, and when we realized we were on different sides of the aisle we laughed at how we had bridged the dividing lines. We laughed at the observation as we realized we were people and not total insecure jerks.

Brian was married to a bridesmaid, so he was along while waiting for their return. I was alone, well, because my date decided tickets to an Eagles game was more important than escorting me to the wedding. Brian joked that he hoped the game was good, because the sex wouldn’t be! I laughed, and said it was an astute observation. We toasted to this that and the other things and soon we had a buzz occurring. We were in our own little world.

Along the way I wished that my old boss could have been my escort but he being terminally married put the nix on that possibility. Besides, he was away for the weekend with wifey.

I kidded Brian about weddings getting women hot, and that if he played his cards right that night his wife would most likely be in the mood. Brian replied that since their second child “Linda” was hardly ever in the mood. “It’s pretty much my birthday, our anniversary, and maybe with luck Valentine’s Day,” was his lament. “Not a lot of spark in that department, and basically a few minutes of missionary bliss.”

He went onto say he hadn’t had a blow job in more than four years. It pained him, but he did love his wife and the rest of their relationship was strong. Still it bothered him. He asked me how I could maintain sanity while playing around with a married man.

The conversation and the drinks kept flowing as we were in our own little world. That was broken when word came around that the wedding party would not be back for another 45 minutes.

Brian and I laughed and he said suggestively, “Oh what should we do? Have more drinks? Talk about the weather? Find a closet?”

Looking into his eyes, my response was quick and to the point. “I vote for a closet.”

We looked around, and Brian said he’d be right back. In the time he was gone I scolded myself for coming on to another married man, but by the same token he had come on to me. I mean, I am not totally responsible in the come on department.

About five minutes later he was back, smiling, drink in hand.

“Okay Robin, go upstairs to the second floor. At the end of the hall on the right there’s a door. It’s unlocked. I will leave it open a crack. Meet me there and I have the perfect spot to continue our conversation. It is a place with a lot of privacy.”

He walked away, not waiting for me to agree or disagree. I waited a minute, took a deep breath, then followed.

Upstairs, sure enough, at the end of the hall there was a door partially open. I went inside, closed the door, and walked up a spiral staircase to a tiny crow’s nest room overlooking the back Zonguldak Escort of the house. Brian was standing waiting for me.

“I think we are safe here for a bit. What should we do?”

I had an idea. I think it was the same as his.

“I’m thinking about your wife,” I said, worried look on my face.

“It’s okay. Everything will be fine. Now, what were you thinking?”

We embraced and kissed for a minute before I slithered down to the ground. Carefully maneuvering my dress, I landed on my knees and proceeded to unzip the man’s trousers. Reaching inside, I pulled out a hardening cock. It was beautiful!

Admiring it for a bit, I licked the tip and then down its sides as his dick came to full attention.

“Brian, honey, we don’t have much time, so enjoy yourself!” was my request. With that, I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked on his manhood. Brian soon was rocking in and out of my mouth, mentioning sweet nothings as I worshiped his dick.

My eyes were closed and my mouth was handling Brian’s dick, and I could hear the moans and groans from above as he moved faster. Looking up, I saw his head was back, and he was enjoying my ministrations.

I’ve always loved a man’s cock. I don’t have one, but I’ve kissed and sucked on numerous ones over the years. It gives me a sense of power to handle a guy’s penis, listening to his babbling and feeling how he loves being handled so intimately.

Brian was no different, as he was loving every minute of the cock munching. Soon, though, he commented that he couldn’t wait any more, that he was going to cum.

I had no problem with that and merely sucked harder on his dick. While he might have thought cuming in my mouth was off limits – like it was with his wife I found out later – he soon decided if I was sucking he was going to be fully satisfied.

Brian gave a final OMG before letting loose with several spurts of man sauce into my wet and willing mouth. I sucked the man dry, enjoying the power and potion. His dick continued its slow rocking my my mouth as I swallowed all the residue of his overactive dick. It was amazing.

We came down from out high, luxuriating in the activities, before we heard hubbub from below.

“Looks as if they are back,” said Brian, all of a sudden remembering his wife. “I’ve got to go…thank you.”

“No, thank you Brian. This made my day. Get going. Remember, this is our little secret!

Brian scooted downstairs while I dusted off my dress and reapplied lipstick. Hopefully

Brian would remember to clean “down there” before undressing, as there was canary red gloss all over his cock. I noticed him walking along the grounds and embracing a woman who I presumed to be his wife, kissing her before they walked hand in hand toward the hall.

I saw them later seated well across from me, and he gave me a sort of shy, embarrassed wave, but I merely rolled my eyes to remind him it was all our little secret.

Actually, my table mates weren’t all that bad. Good conversation over the next 60 minutes or so as the partly went on. I pinched myself, thinking of what I’d done, and told myself that the Brian/Robin interlude was just crazy! I mean, we didn’t even know each other, and minutes not hours after we’d met I was fellating the man. What a slut!

Sounded like the naughty stories my friend Ginny would tell me when it was late at night and we were talking about sexy things we’d done or wanted to do. Now, well, she’s a certified wanton slut! So her stories were naughty, but I have to say my interludes with K. Linford were at times beyond the pale. I mean, he was married and I blew him all over town and then some over the years. We’d joke about stopping at a safe place to rendezvous, and one of us would remind the other of the “time we’d been there before.”

Back to reality and the now, it was somewhat entertaining talking to the three other couples at the table. Being a single it was a little awkward. I did not have children, didn’t follow football and there was not a lot in common between me and the group. But it wasn’t downright awful.

As the bride and groom Zonguldak Escort Bayan did their thing, from garter flying to cake cutting and dancing, I did my best to have fun. I mean, I had fun earlier, because the taste of Brian was still in my mouth, and whenever I saw him dancing with his wife I smiled to myself. I guess I really am a perve.

Over time at the party I’d danced with several guys, spoken with them and others, and generally had a good time. It was difficult being there without a partner, though, as there were times when you were obviously all alone. On one of those occasions I happened to be standing next to a guy also on his own.

We did the intros, his date missed her plane and had to back out. A banker, he’d been a frat brother of the groom. Tall, in decent shape, he admitted to playing soccer on weekends, pick up ice hockey and working out twice a week. I replied I lifted…drinks…and we laughed.

His name was – can you believe it – Brian. How’s that for irony. A nice looking man, middle aged, with a great sense of humor. I joked about his muscles, kidding if I ever needed a couch lifted he’s be on the list. He joked back that “he charged, but would get me a discount if…”

“If what?” Was my reply to his innuendo.

“Well, women have charms!”

Telling him he was awful, we continued our nowhere going banter, talking about anything and everything. He pointed out several people in the Witness Protection Program, I pointed out “working girls”. We were letting our imagination run while. But it was all in fun.

We danced a few numbers, and during a slow dance I felt something hardening in his pants. Hum!

On our fourth drink a strange look ran over his face.

“What?” I asked. “Do I have something I my teeth?”

Turns out he was thinking about his date, Andrea, and that he wouldn’t be getting laid since she was missing in action. “She gets in the mood when she’s drinking, and the drinks are flowing tonight. I think it would have been fun night.”

Must have been the ozone from the drinks or something, but my tongue wasn’t bit.

“Hum, I have a solution to that,” was my reply, rubbing my hand on his leg.

We were sitting at a table, covered with a tablecloth so there was some privacy, and

Brian slid his hand over and slowly pulled my dress up my legs, baring silky nylons. He then reached under the dress and tip toed his fingers over my stockings and up by legs, stopping only where my stocking tops ended.

“You are wearing stockings, that’s oh so hot,” said the man. “I just love a girl in stockings.”

Looking him closely in the eyes, I replied. “Yes, and if you snap my garter I will kick you somewhere you don’t like!”

He got the idea. And then he got another: “Let’s find someplace private.”

I knew just the place, the crow’s nest from earlier in the day! Why not?

Quick directions were given, and he went out on an advance scouting mission while I was fashionable steps behind. When I arrived at the meeting place I looked around, saw the coast was clear, and slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. Brian was standing there with a broad smile, as if he was withholding an inside joke.

Melting into his arms, the man kissed me with an abrupt passion while slipping his hands down to my ass, holding me closely. We made out as the music drifted upstairs. He kissed so softly, but with passion as his tongue wormed its way in and around my mouth.

All the while he was feeling my ass, sending shivers throughout my body.

I started to pull him toward the staircase but he shook his head. Pushing a little bit on my shoulders, he was insistent that I get down right away. Who was I to argue?

Taking a familiar fall to my haunches, I reached for his zipper and spent a minute unleashing his manhood. All the while he whispered sweet nothings about how good I looked, about how he’d been thinking of this since meeting me earlier in the day.

Quickly, I licked all over that man meat, from top to bottom, licking around his balls, and then back to the top. I worked away at the rod, garnering Escort Zonguldak several grunts and moans of appreciation. Soon I advanced to sucking his fully extended cock, slowly as he gently swayed to my head bobbing action. His dick was not the longest by any means, but it was plenty thick, and I had to move slowly to ensure I didn’t tooth nick his penis.

I went at him with abandon, savoring the cock in my mouth. Soon I was holding his thighs in both hands and he was mouth fucking me like my mouth was my snatch. It was so hot!

It was so erotic knowing it was the second cock I’d sucked that night, both guys with the same name and nearly in the same place in the building.

Brian was clearly enjoying the mouth action given his groans and moans, as the no-hands sloppy blow job was clearly accomplishing its goal.

Hearing his moans made me excited but him even moreso, so after only a couple minutes of sucking his dick he lifted me up and spun me around. I reached out and steadied myself by holding my hands on the wall while Brian lifted my dress, slipped my soaking wet black silk panties to the side since the garters were securely guarding them, and slid his cock up and down my wet pussy. His dick felt incredible, sending toe curling sensations throughout my body as I luxuriated in the cock onslaught.

He rocked against me for a bit before slipping that dick deep into my pussy. I could swear I heard a mumble or gasp to the side, and glanced over. There I clearly saw a guy and girl on the stairs watching intently as Brian fucked me.

Trying to look up at him was nearly impossible from the angle, but I did manage to inform him we had company. “It’s okay, they are cool, the guy gave me a thumb up,” grunted

Brian, never missing a beat.

Looking back at the couple voyeuring our rendezvous, I watched as the girl bent her head over to her friend’s cock. Damn, it was so hot getting fucked from behind and all the sensations going with that and adding the fact that I could watch a blow job while the guy enjoyed his friend’s mouth.

Damn, that sent be to my first orgasm, and it was awesome.

I couldn’t believe the debauchery! But I wasn’t stopping anything. I just kept rocking back against Brian as he pummeled my pussy from behind. He was moaning and groaning and soon I could tell he was reaching the point of no return.

Suddenly he pulled back, lifting me a bit and turning me around to face his cock with not a moment to spare, as within a couple seconds he grabbed his dick, stroked it, and sent ropes of sticky man sauce shooting at my face. I took it like a trooper, taking it on my eyelids, a glob in my hair and the last bit on my nose and into open mouth. Swallowing, I licked my lips and told him it tasted great before remembering we had an audience.

I realized I looked the wanton slut. But hey, the girl watching also had sucked dick, and had done more most likely before coming downstairs. Still, it was with embarrassment that I arose, holding Brian close but not too close as not to get his sauce on his suit.

He zipped up and I began scrounging threw my purse for a tissue, when the girl came over and handed me several. “That was so hot,” she said, breaking me out of my worried state. “We couldn’t help ourselves. It was quite a show. I’m Cathy.”

Cathy was nice, helping me clean up and then leading me out of the room and to a bathroom down the ball. We had to wait a few moments before an older lady came out, clearly disapproving of my running mascara and messed up hair. She shook her head and walked quickly away while Cathy and I shared a laugh.

Behind closed doors she admitted that her date convinced her to head into the secluded area where he “left a load in me, and it’s running down my legs.” She cleaned up the cum and washed herself while I reapplied makeup and made myself presentable. We made sure we were both in decent shape before rejoining the guys – who each had mile wide smiles on their faces from their earlier actions.

We all went downstairs and had a drink, danced a few dances, and agreed to meet again down the road. We shared information, and I guess at that point I knew it might not be a one night one-off with Brian, as he asked if he could see me the following weekend.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She won’t be around,” he said, shyly.

I’m thinking it will have to be a big date to unseat this night as a crazy, erotic evening.

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Mélodie, Louisiane,1997. Pt. 03-04

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3. Matt

L’homme eut un sursaut quand Mélodie ouvrit les yeux.

« Oh! tu n’es pas endormi » dit maria

« Ben… » répondit Mélodie, qui regardait la main de l’homme qui était toujours entre ses cuisses….

« Tu ne vas rien dire, tu comprends Mélodie…n’est-ce pas? » ajouta Maria très doucement

« Tu n’as rien vu, rien entendu sinon Matt aura des ennuis, » dit Maria en regardant l’homme à sa gauche. Matt avait toujours sa main dans la culotte de Mélodie, même s’il semblait terrorisé, il était comme paralysé par ce sexe si jeune et tendu vers lui.

« Je ne dirais rien, mais j’aurais aimé quelque chose » dit Mélodie

« Quoi? »

« J’aurais aimé… qu’il continue… » dit-elle, puis elle se redressa et écarta ses jambes, d’abord prudemment, puis plus largement. Ses poils roux luisaient dans la lumière faible du salon.

« Tu veux que Matt…? »

« Oui, qu’il continue avec ses doigts ». dit-elle nerveuse. La jeune fille succombait à ses sens, plus sure d’elle-même, à la merci de cet homme, cet étranger noir de surcroit, dont elle voulait tant y être soumise, Sa mère la tuerait si elle apprenait.

Matt acquiesça alors, et s’approcha de Mélodie encore plus. Il posa ses deux mains sur le corps brulant de la jeune fille. Sa robe légère était remontée jusqu’ à ses anches. La vue de ses jambes magnifiques, sa petite chatte entre ouverte par le passage du doigt épais de Matt puis de Maria, firent que Matt eut une large érection. La toile de son pantalon se tendit. Maria avança et commença à remonter sa robe par-dessus ses épaules. Mélodie leva ses bras et laissa la robe lui échapper. Elle était nue, presque entièrement devant ce couple, en soutien-gorge, les jambes écartées, et devant un homme puissant et en érection. Maria entrepris de lui dégrafer son soutien-gorge, dévoilant d’un coup sec, les deux seins, petits, fermes et fiers. Ses tentons étaient tendus, Matt les attrapa dans ses dents et les fit rouler. Quel plaisir que de toucher ce corps propre, jeune et beau. Chaque cm carre de la peau de Mélodie émettait des ondes de plaisirs, pour elle, et aussi pour tous ceux qui s’en approchait.

Maria passa sa main entre ses cuisses et commença à caresser Mélodie avec le plat de sa main. Le frottement lançait des boules d’électricité dans le corps de Mélodie. Matt embrassa tendrement Mélodie, qui ouvrit ses lèvres pour recevoir la langue puissante de l’homme, Il sentait la sueur, et le sexe, il sentait la chatte de Maria, mais peu importe, elle était enivrée par ces odeurs nouvelles.

« Attends, tu vas gouter son membre » dit Maria. Elle dégrafa la ceinture de Matt, et laisse tomber le pantalon à ses pieds.

« Oh » dit Mélodie qui ne pouvait détacher ses yeux du gonflement sous le slip de l’homme. Il s’était redresse et les deux femmes étaient à ses pieds. Maria, baissa alors le slip et extirpa le long membre encore endormi de l’activité sexuelle précédente. Mais qui se réveillait.

« Tu as pris un sexe d’homme dans ta main? » demande Maria à Mélodie

« Non » avoua Mélodie

« Regarde, fais comme ça ». Elle prit le membre a pleine main, et serra juste ce qu’il faut pour exercer une pression sans faire mal non plus

« Descends lentement et remonte le long du membre, puis redescend jusqu’ a que tes doigts touche la base du pénis » dit-elle en s exécutant

Mélodie était charmée, elle prit le membre, maintenant plus dur et dresse devant elle, et entreprit de suivre les conseils de Maria, Monte, descend, monte, descend. Le gland s’ouvrait légèrement quand elle descendait, et Mélodie crut voir une goutte se former à son extrémité.

« Tu vois, il est content » dit Maria, en souriant.

« Je peux le… mettre dans ma bouche? » demanda Mélodie

« C’est même recommandé » ria t elle

Mélodie se redressa sur le sofa, offrant une vue imprenable à Matt sur ses seins, tendus et dont les tetons étaient devenus dur comme de la pierre. Elle approcha ses lèvres mi ouvertes et gouta le gland mouille du bout de sa langue.

« C’est bon « dit-elle. Cela sentait aussi une odeur féminine qui était mêlée à une odeur plus forte, il n’avait pas dû prendre de douche après avoir pénètre Maria.

Puis elle ouvrit plus largement ses lèvres et prit le gland en entier dans sa petite bouche d’adolescente. Matt soupira et attrapa les cheveux roux de Mélodie qu’il se mit à caresser. Humm. Humm.

Mélodie avait vu dans la bureau les gestes de Maria, elle prit les bourses remontées de Matt et entreprit de les masser. Maria était surprise

« Oh, tu m’as vu faire, petite salope » dit-elle, lâchant une injure amicale a l’encontre de la jeune fille.

« Humm » acquiesça Mélodie qui avait la bouche pleine du sexe, maintenant en érection totale.

« Fais tourner ta langue autour du gland » dit Maria.

« Nettoies bien sa queue, il était dans ma chatte il n’y a pas si longtemps après tout » ajouta t elle

« Humm « fit Matt

« Humm « fit Mélodie qui allait un peu plus vite à monter et descendre profondément le long du membre trapu. Le sexe de l’homme était maintenant parfaitement propre, la petite Yalova Escort langue de Mélodie était passée dans tous les recoins de son gros gland.

Malgré ses essais, Mélodie ne parvenait pas à prendre tout le sexe dans sa bouche. Elle s étouffait à la moitie quand celui-ci touchait le fond de sa gorge, provoquant même des convulsions, à la limite de vomir.

« Ne vas pas trop loin, pour le prendre totalement, tu dois travailler, il a un sexe de 23 cm, c’est une taille importante » dit Maria

Maria poussa gentiment Mélodie en arrière, et pris aussi le pénis de Matt. Elle le mit dans sa bouche et inclina sa tête vers l’arrière.

Matt commença à pousser son sexe à l’intérieur de la bouche de Maria, a moitie, puis les trois quarts. Mélodie, était effare de voir les 23cm lentement s’enfoncer dans la gorge de Maria. Cela devait être douloureux mais Matt semblait apprécier car il accélérait son mouvement maintenant, enfonçant et retirant son sexe de sa gorge. Maria sentit le gland pénétrer au plus profond d’elle, ce moment difficile mais tellement haletant pour la femme qui tient le sexe de son amant a sa merci.

« Tiens ré essaie » dit Maria, en délogeant le pénis de sa gorge, Le gland était tuméfié, rouge de sang, près à exploser

« Quel pénis magnifique « dit Mélodie

« Oui et il est encore meilleur quand il te pénètrera ta petite chatte rousse tu verras » dit Maria

Avant que Mélodie le reprenne en bouche, Maria lui demande d’ouvrir grand sa bouche. Mélodie ouvrit en grand et Maria lui déversa au fond de sa gorge une salive très épaisse, un mélange de sperme et de salive plus exactement.

« Cela l’aidera à lubrifier ta gorge? » dit Maria.

Matt fit de même et s’approcha du visage enfantin de Mélodie, lui prit la bouche toujours ouverte et laisser glisser un énorme crachat dans la gorge de mélodie. Mélodie crut s étouffer mais fit rouler sur sa langue le liquide pour en garder tous les bénéfices lubrificateurs. Matt se remit en place et prit son pénis d’une main et de l’autre il tenait la nuque de Mélodie, Le pénis entra plus facilement dans sa petite bouche, et a moitie, elle sentit qu’il touchait les parois du fond de sa gorge, elle inclina la tête comme Maria l’avait fait, améliorant l’angle de pénétration et offrant une possibilité d’aller plus loin. Matt mit ses deux mains derrière la tête de Mélodie et poussa un peu. L’énorme gland avança d’un cm, puis de deux. L’impression était incroyable, la bite de ce noir rentrait au trois quart dans la bouche de la jeune fille. Il poussa encore sur 2 cm puis se retira de 5cm, et s enfonça encore.

Maria s’était allongé sur le sofa, et avait passé la tête entre les cuisses de Mélodie. L’odeur de Mélodie était merveilleuse, elle sentait la forêt, la rivière, la pureté de n’avoir jamais eu de rapports sexuels, tout était neuf là-dedans, et ne demanderait qu’à être utilise.

Mélodie sentit la langue de Maria prendre son clitoris dans ses dents, ses sucs internes se mettaient en mouvement, lâchant dans la bouche de Maria, des perles de bonheurs, que Maria gobait à son grand délice.

Le sexe de Matt reprenait sa route, avec plus de facilite maintenant, émettant un jus lubrificateur en permanence, le corps humain dans toute son évolution savait s’adapter, il voulait essayer de la lui mettre entièrement mais réalisa que la jeune fille n’était pas prête. Mélodie faillit s’évanouir, de mal, de plaisir, elle se sentait entièrement possédé par ce couple qui lui donnait un plaisir jamais imagine.

Maria continuait à lécher la jeune chatte qui s’ouvrait sur 2 cm, elle vit le début de son orifice, il était si petit. Elle introduit un doigt puis deux, c’était serre à l’intérieur, Elle les ressortit et les chairs se refermèrent presque aussitôt. La vigueur de son orifice, la tension des muscles à cet endroit était extraordinaire. Une guillotine a bite pensa Maria. Les hommes auraient tant de plaisir à y pénétrer, à leur risques et périls!

Mélodie sentit une raideur dans le mouvement de Matt, et puis un jet de liquide brulant vint se plaquer au fond de son palais, Elle fut surprise et toujours le membre en bouche n eut aucune autre possibilité que d’avaler dans un gros gargouillis de sperme, L’homme continua à éjecter des cordes épaisses de sperme au fond de la gorge de Mélodie, Au même instant, elle sentit une décharge électrique naitre entre ses cuisses, la parcourir et eut son premier orgasme. Elle déglutit d’un coup pour vider sa bouche et retomba en arrière, épuisée et tremblante.

 

4. Theo

Trois jours plus tard, Mélodie était toujours sous le charme de cette nuit extraordinaire quand elle entendit la voiture de son père adoptif. Elle n’avait pas revu Matt, et Maria et elle avait longuement discute de son « expérience », Maria semblait effraye que Xavier puisse découvrir ce qu’y s’était passe. Mélodie avait juré bien sûr qu’elle ne dirait rien à son père. Elle vint à la rencontre de son père et il lui raconta les funérailles et l informa que sa mère resterait une semaine chez ses cousins. Son père semblait de bonne humeur et lui dit que le soir même Yalova Escort Bayan il aurait son ami Theo pour diner, il demanda à Maria de préparer le repas. Maria partit en ville faire des courses avec Mélodie.

Alors qu’elles traversaient la propriété de près de 500 hectares, Maria indiqua à Mélodie la petite route sur la droite

« C’est par là que Matt habite » dit elle

« Il habite au camp des ouvriers » rajouta-t-elle.

Ce type d’exploitation de coton nécessitait un grand nombre d’ouvriers à l’année mais beaucoup étaient temporaires et restaient sur la propriété directement seulement 4 ou 5 mois. Les ouvriers permanents vivaient dans la petite ville a 15km.

Mélodie sentit son sexe avoir une petite convulsion a l’idée qu’a moins de 2km, Matt était là, et peut être qu’il aimerait la revoir à nouveau.

« Tu crois que je pourrais revoir Matt? » demanda t elle

« Non, c’est dangereux, si ton père l apprends il le chassera, et il te punira, et moi aussi ».

Son sourire s estompa et elle tenta d’oublier ce membre noir et luisant qu’elle aimerait à nouveau toucher.

Vers 17h, Theo arriva en camionnette, il était accompagné de son neveu, Gérard, un garçon de 20ans, avec un visage horrible et boutonneux. Il était grand comme son oncle, et portait un jean assez sale, et une chemisette a carreau. Mélodie connaissait vaguement Theo, un ami d’enfance de Xavier que sa mère détestait, et qui n’habitait pas dans la région. Mélodie était étonné de le voir, et Xavier lui indiqua que les deux resteraient dormir, pour éviter de conduire en état d’ivresse. Comme toujours elle verrait son père boire jusqu’ à être totalement ivre. En temps normal, sa mère le prenait en charge, et elle savait que Xavier pouvait devenir méchant sous ivresse.

Vers 19h, Mélodie passa une robe légère, la chaleur en Juin commençait à arriver, et cela empirerait jusqu’à un niveau insupportable en Juillet et Aout. Elle retrouva les hommes, Xavier, Theo et Gérard qui étaient sous le porche et buvaient des bières fraiches. Maria faisait le service et allait de la cuisine a la dining-room pour dresser la table. Mélodie offrit de l’aider mais Maria lui indiqua que son père la réclamait sous le porche.

Le porche était très grand, avec des chaises confortables, Xavier la complimenta sur le choix de sa robe. Il regarda Theo et lui sourit. La nuit tombait lentement, Mélodie s’assit et prit une limonade. Gérard buvait des bières sans interruption et ne pouvait enlever ses yeux de la vue de Mélodie. La dernière fois qu’il avait vu Mélodie c’était il y a 4 ans, elle avait 14 ans et n’avait même pas de seins. Theo et Xavier racontaient leurs histoires de pèche, et plaisantaient

« alors Gérard la petite Mélodie elle est devenue bien jolie tu trouves pas? » lâcha Theo

« Heu oui « dit-il sans pouvoir lâcher son regard des jambes nues de Mélodie.

« Ah ah ah »

Ils se mirent à rire de bon cœur. Mélodie se sentit gênée, Gérard était vraiment moche

La conversation reprit et Mélodie entendit que son père devait de l’argent à Theo, une dette contractée il y a maintenant 2 ans. Après 4 ou 5 bières, les hommes étaient passablement ivres, et proposèrent de passer à table.

Maria servit les plats aux trois hommes puis Mélodie et enfin elle-même. Mélodie ne rêvait que d’aller se coucher, et trouvait les conversations des deux amis, plus que barbantes.

Le vin coula aussi pas mal pendant le repas. Theo complimenta Marie sur sa beauté sud-américaine. Theo était plus âgé que Xavier, dans les 50 ans passes. Gérard ne disait rien mais semblait aussi intéressé par le corsage de Maria. Quand le repas fut terminé, Theo semblait de mauvaise humeur car Xavier lui annonça qu’il ne pourrait pas le rembourser tout de suite, la saison semblait bonne mais les ventes ne se feraient qu’en septembre, il demanda à son ami de patienter.

Tout le monde regagna le porche ou la chaleur était plus agréable, une brise de terre passait sous le patio et donnait l’impression de fraicheur relative. Mélodie indiqua qu’elle se retirait dans sa chambre.

« Tu ne veux pas rester avec nous Darling? » demande Xavier

« Non merci je suis fatiguée » je vais me coucher.

Son père la força à venir sur ses genoux pour l’embrasser. Mélodie trouvait toujours puéril qu’il tienne autant ce rituel alors qu’elle avait maintenant 18 ans. Elle s’exécuta et prit place sur les genoux de son père.

« Si tu veux que je patiente, je vais te demander un acompte Xavier » dit Theo sérieusement

« Un acompte? »

« Oui « et il se mit à regarder Maria qui débouchait la 4eme bouteille de Chardonnay, bien glace.

« Quel genre? je t’ai dit que je n’ai pas de liquidité, qu’est-ce que je pourrais faire pour te faire patienter » dit Xavier

« Tu sais que j’ai un commerce à la ville, je cherche qqn pour m’aider, ta belle fille Mélodie présente très bien, elle pourrait travailler pour mon affaire »

« Ma fille? hmmmm »

« Oui je la logerais, disons 4 semaines, ça irait? « Dit Theo

« Je ne sais pas si je veux faire ça » dit poliment Mélodie, totalement Escort Yalova surprise de l’offre de Theo.

Son père avait mis sa main sur sa cuisse et la caressait gentiment.

« Mélodie c’est juste pour qqn semaines, et comme ça tu serais en ville, tu as toujours rêve d’être en ville, Gérard te fera rencontrer ses amis, a 18 ans, ça peut être sympa d’aller en Ville »

« Non je ne veux pas et puis Maman en pense quoi »

« Je parlerais à ta mère demain et puis on décidera, de toute façon Theo ne part que demain midi. «

Mélodie n’appréciait pas du tout cette offre car elle allait devoir subir Gérard et sa clique pendant 4 semaines, déjà qu’au bout de deux heures cela semblait interminable. Elle s’excusa une dernière fois et regagna sa chambre, en colère.

Les hommes continuèrent à boire.

Maria essaya aussi de s’échapper discrètement, mais Xavier la saisit par le bras.

« Mais tu vas ou princesse » dit Xavier

« Il est tard et je suis un peu lasse » dit-elle, voyant bien que son patron insistait.

« Restes un peu » Xavier la pris par la taille

« Non Patron il se fait tard »

« Tu n’as pas oublié que tu es en situation illégale aux USA n est ce pas » ajouta Xavier.

« Comment?? »

« Oui tu sais que tu n’as pas de carte de séjour, tu veux être déporté dans ton pays? »

«. Non. » trembla Maria

« Alors assis toi la, entre Theo et moi, sois gentille «

Maria comprit la situation, les hommes ivres, et le risque que cet homme immonde la dénoncer au service d’immigration. Elle s’assit sur le bord du canapé, Aussitôt la main de Theo lui toucha le décolleté de sa robe. Xavier mit sa main sur sa cuisse, et remonta vers l’intérieur de ses cuisses.

« Non messieurs, je vous en prie… »

« Allons une petite gâterie et tu pourras t en aller » dit Xavier

« Mais… » et sous la pression de Theo, elle n’eut pas d’autres choix que de s’enfoncer sur l’arrière du canapé. Xavier remonta sa robe sur le haut de ses cuisses. Maria comprit qu’il valait mieux faire au plus vite, des hommes souls ne pourraient pas l ennuyer trop longtemps.

Xavier l embrassa et mélangea sa langue avec la sienne, elle tenta de l’empêcher car cela la dégoutait d’avoir cette langue alcoolisée dans sa bouche mais il exerça une pression sur sa nuque et elle dut le laisser prendre possession de sa cavité buccale.

Theo, lui caressait ses seins, elle n’avait pas de soutien-gorge car sa robe était assez étroite.

« La salope a pas de soutif » dit Theo. Gérard avait les yeux fixés sur la poitrine de Maria que son oncle caressait maintenant plus énergiquement.

Xavier effleura la culotte en coton de Maria,

« Qu’est qu’il y a là-dedans hein »

Il passa son index entre l’élastique du slip et la peau et constata que Maria était bien rasée. Malgré son écœurement, Maria sentit une vague salée et humide descendre dans son canal vaginal, et laissa le doigt tester son humidité intime. Xavier fit remonter son index jusqu’à son clitoris et le ressortit tout humide, il le sentit et souri

« Il semble que tu n’es pas si farouche »

« Je vous en prie, je vais vous sucer tous les deux, mais c’est tout, vous me le jurez? » suggéra t elle

« Très bonne idée » dit Theo, et il ouvrit sa ceinture. Xavier se redressa et se mit devant elle.

« Déboutonnes toi-même » dit-il, le ton plus autoritaire

Maria s exécuta, et défit la ceinture de cuir de Xavier, puis baissa le pantalon. Devant elle, elle vit le gonflement du sexe de Xavier, il était bien membre. Theo défit les bretelles de sa robe et, Maria laissa tomber sa robe à ses pieds. Elle était presque nue, et ses seins lourds pointaient en direction des deux hommes. Elle sortit le pénis endormi de Xavier et commença à le caresser, les testicules étaient tendus, et il était très poilu. Cela ne la dérangeait pas, dans sa vie, elle avait eu toute sorte d amant, elle espérait s’en sortir avec une branlette et il ne l embêterait plus. Theo, c’était aussi mis debout et Maria resta assise sur le bord du canapé. Gérard ne bougeait plus mais sa main était passée dans son pantalon et il se caressait à la vue de la plantureuse vénézuélienne. Theo sortit un sexe plus court mais épais. Il suait et dégageait une odeur forte presque écœurante. Maria prit les deux sexes dans ses mains et commença à les branler lentement. Xavier était bien dur et son sexe était érigé comme un bâton. Du pré-sperme coulait un peu à l’extrémité, Theo était reste assez mou et se plaignit auprès de son ami

« Dis-moi ce n’est pas une bonne salope ça, elle est pas capable de me faire bander! » dit il

« Salope, tu fais bander mon ami sinon tu vas recevoir une correction », et il lui pinça le téton droit très fort. Maria fut surprise et lâcha le sexe de Xavier pour se toucher son téton endolori.

« Aiiiiiiie, vous me faites mal! »

« Tais-toi connasse » dit Xavier en la giflant modérément. Maria eut une larme qui roula sur sa joue rougie.

Maria comprit qu’il valait mieux que tout se passe bien. Elle continua à branler Theo et passa son autre main sous ses bourses, massant et branlant à la fois, le membre de Theo qui doucement se mit à se dresser. Elle mit un doigt dans son anus, elle savait que les hommes ne résistaient pas à cette astuce qu’elle avait pris d’une amie qui était Escort à Caracas. Son sexe se raidit instantanément.

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Surreptitious Love Ch. 155

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Chapter 155 – Rectifying the Purple Goddess’ Rectum

Last week, Mira had joined me at the charming older guesthouse for the first time, where my long-term affair Nguyet was setting up a mock-brothel to reunite our orgy circle. As we had just been the three of us, Mira’s impressively long clit had quickly turned into the main attraction: We had twiddled, toyed with and sucked it, before eventually Nguyet had even maneuvered the little lust stud inside her greedy sheath. To cap everything off, Nguyet and I had demonstrated Mira backdoor sex – something she felt she was almost ready to indulge in herself – but when Mira, at the end, had been looking at my half-limp cock still inside Nguyet’s nimble little ass, she had conceived a wonderfully depraved idea again: Couldn’t I micturate a bit inside Nguyet’s rectum to crown everything?!

Nguyet had taken it with humor, but now she expected Mira to reciprocate, for which she had invited us to return to the dainty older B but then Mira told me that she would take a break and rather see her blind girlfriend Hanh, for whom it was impossible to seek entertainment independently. In a last-ditch effort, I asked Mira to drag Hanh to the guesthouse, but she only smiled and insisted on a quiet afternoon for herself and her petite girlfriend, during which she would get her snatch polished by our blind masseuse’s dexterous fingers.

Well, this all had sounded convincing, but since we were meeting on a Thursday, perhaps our slightly dopey wallflower Nga might show up, as she had a workshop close to the B Nguyet would be here in five minutes or so, I was sure, but I instantly sent a few prayers upward regarding Nga’s presence. She and I had discovered anal sex together over the last six weeks, and I had to admit that I had developed strong feelings for her; partially, as she had undergone an astounding metamorphosis over the last three years: from a dopey and shy girl to a witty, quirky, mesmerizingly beautiful, spunky, and almost cheeky 28-year-old woman. Her figure had nicely developed, too; only her breasts had remained small; too small for her, otherwise, fine harmonious curves.

Funnily though, it was Hoang who turned up first. He had had an affair with Nguyet about two years ago, before he dedicated more time to her petite, lovely colleague Thuy. Lately, however, he had spent a lot of time with Casey, who I had had anal sex with for my very first time in Spring. I hadn’t met her or Hoang forever and was glad to see his handsome face again. Hoang was quite a stud; pretty much every woman I knew had a thing for him; even Mira. He still drove his beige-and-blue Suzuki but only nodded when he saw me, as we didn’t know each other in our role-play. But, yes: his relatively long wavy hair was nicely combed and gelled, and his sharp features were as impressive as ever. Now, as he was taking off his coat, he looked even more dapper in his tight white shirt. He kinda reminded me of Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, as he was also sporting glasses for the very first time.

Nguyet had told me the previous week that she had given in to his charms a fortnight ago and would probably introduce him as a young, aspiring real-estate agent later. And there she was, our mock-bordello queen, coming around the corner on her older Honda. After she had parked it and taken her helmet off, she formally introduced us. Hoang was the handyman for all the objects in the vicinity, she said, which was kind of true. Of course, we played along; he actually was an electrician and plumber, who had worked for Nguyet’s company in the past. But now, he wanted to train and then try his luck as a proper real-estate agent, selling homes in the burgeoning Vietnamese market, Nguyet explained further. Which was perhaps even true; it was conceivable that Hoang didn’t want to work as a handyman for the rest of his life but, of course, it was our hot MILF – the experienced, sassy broker Nguyet – who was going to show him the ropes. And her impressively hairy boat-hull pussy.

After I had been listening to their little ruse – or not – I inquired about Nga, though, while Nguyet was letting us in.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I think she might be here… perhaps in 30 minutes, as she tends to go home first,” Nguyet told me.

Nga was actually from a village about ten or twelve miles south of our sleepy, nondescript town but, like I said, had some sort of teacher workshop near the charming guesthouse here every Thursday, before which she liked to fornicate a bit, as – unlike her – the marriage market in her village and Tekirdağ Escort the vicinity was barren. As she was still a bit shy at times, she liked the safe yet sensually very open atmosphere here at the B the day he had joined our orgy circle here. That day, he had delivered food, and then Nguyet had asked him to stay. And, just like that, he ended up between Nguyet’s nimble little MILF legs. I had immediately liked the guy, as he always radiated good spirits – with his wit, care, and intelligence. And, just like Hoang, he personified the right mix of coolness, or almost restraint, and bravado, which was essential for our orgy microcosm to function well.

Minh’s hair was awesome, too: dense and spiky, it looked like a brush; I was sure that now that Charlie was in Da Nang for his lengthy internship, Nguyet had replaced him with Minh. She liked younger men, and so she had turned her favorite cook into her lover – who would first spoil her tummy and then the area below. I wasn’t sure if Minh had already banged any other girl in our circle but that didn’t really matter. I had the suspicion, though, that in real life he was our blind masseuse Hanh’s boyfriend, but then the two of them would have to have some sort of agreement that they were allowed to amuse themselves with others, sexually, which would be a tad unusual.

Of course, I had long sat down. Hoang and I were smoking, and I inquired if Hanh, who was playing the neighbor’s daughter, had shown up again in the meantime. When we had met her here, the story had been that she didn’t like being by herself at the house next door, as she was blind. But Nguyet only shook her marvelous rhombic head, before she went to the bathroom. Nguyet actually was a sharp dresser, but today, she was only sporting an emerald-green blouse and jeans. Well, perhaps she would change in a minute and impress us again with her black-and-white-and-magenta frock, which resembled a kimono and had some Korean lettering and a crane or egret on the front. When she was returning, she hadn’t changed but now had to rush, as her phone was ringing and buzzing here on the table again. Was it Minh, once more? Or Nga, finally?

No, probably not, as Nguyet seemed rather deferential, almost demure, which was a side of her I hadn’t seen for a long time. Perhaps it was her boss, as she kept nodding, like she was receiving orders, and I already had a sense that our afternoon wouldn’t go as planned. I had wanted to pay Hoang, who didn’t speak English, a compliment, but now the door bell was ringing frantically as well. When Nguyet finally had finished her call, she hung up and then hollered downstairs for Minh to just come up, before she told me that she had to leave in twenty minutes to drive over to the headquarters of the company, which was like five or six miles away.

“I’ll text Nga to see what she’s up to,” she still offered, obviously concerned that there would be no female form here at the guesthouse for the first time ever.

As she was texting, Minh was coming up the stairs, and Nguyet fetched us bowls and chopsticks, so that we could eat together quickly, at least. When she offered to place the sushi on a plate, however, I cautioned her to leave the rolls for Nga, later, and so she just filled our bowls with noodles, green beans, and beef and then sat down. To boost the mood here at the table a bit at least, I now told Hoang via Nguyet how spiffy he looked but without the Gregory Peck reference. None of the three knew To Kill a Mockingbird, and I didn’t feel like googling the images.

Minh smiled at everyone and kept nodding his head, as he was wont to do; he and Hoang didn’t seem very familiar with each other, though. It was a pity, of course, that Nguyet had to leave so soon, but there was nothing we could do about it, of course. Mira would keep her fuck record for another week or two, the way things looked. Yes, Nguyet could be quite competitive when it came to artful, zesty fornication. She told the boys that she had to leave in fifteen minutes, which naturally put a damper on everything. At least, the food was outstanding. And the beer was pretty good too, of course.

But yeah, we had never had this situation that the only woman in our round had to retreat. Once, Nga and Thuy had been at the old hotel with Hoang, Vu and myself, but then Thuy had gotten a similar call as Nguyet had ten minutes earlier. Nga had, however, given in to the mirthful sensual play and offered herself to us three boys with impunity. Together, we had banged her six times, which probably had been a turning point in her life. I didn’t think she had felt abused Tekirdağ Escort Bayan for a second; no, rather, she had felt appreciated as she had graciously and proudly accepted her role as the center of attention. And we had known that Thuy would come back – which she did – to receive another two loads from my and Hoang’s loins. Yeah, that accidental gangbang – to which Nga wouldn’t have agreed in advance – had perhaps changed her life.

Or had Nguyet just acted again? Was her exit part of the plan? Well, if she was acting, she should receive an Academy Award for it. No, she decidedly looked worried and preoccupied. Sensuality wasn’t on her mind. She was eating in a hurry and didn’t even try to lighten things up here at the table. But who could we get here on short notice, if Nga wasn’t going to show her lovely face and form? Hanh and Mira? That would be too contrived, perhaps. Charlie’s aunt Yen liked Hoang and a good fuck, but I hadn’t spoken to her for ages. Like seven months or so. Thuy, Nguyet’s petite lovely colleague – the one who had been at the older, larger hotel with Nga, Hoang, Vu, and me – would be an idea, but I hadn’t seen her for months, either.

When I was done eating, I lit another ciggy, of course, and opened three more beers. But then we heard the doorbell again. Would that be Nga, or just the mailman? Nguyet sent Minh downstairs with a nod of her chin, and Hoang lit another cigarette, too. When Nguyet got up and wanted to clear the table, though, I promised her we would take care of it later, and then we heard Nga’s lovely voice and mirthful laughter, as she was prattling with Minh in the landing. Slowly, we could see a relatively tall young woman ascend, and I was sure we all were utterly relieved and amazed how graceful and gorgeous she looked in her long, traditional, purple dress. There was long lotus flower on the front, which was wonderful close to the area where there was another juicy lotus flower behind the fabric. Nga looked at us with her apple cheeks and her fairly pointy nose, and I knew we had been saved.

Nguyet asked Nga – with was pronounced ‘Naa’, with a deep, long ‘a’ like in ‘rather’ – if she wanted to eat something. Nga sat down, like she needed to rest and then put her purse on the floor, next to her chair. She apologized that she had arrived so late, and then checked out Minh a bit more. She knew Hoang from our splendid encounter in September last year, but she had only heard of Minh but not actually met him, as far as I knew. Actually, she had requested that I give Vu a call, as she found him cute but today, she would have to make do with Hoang, Minh, and me. I watched her flat bosom heave under the deep-purple material and marveled at her stunning figure. And, yes, now the lotus flower – which strongly resembled an open pussy – was pretty much exactly above her pubic mound, which was a nice touch.

I paid her two or three compliments regarding her looks and the dress – not mentioning what the flower reminded me of – which she received with a bashful nod and smile, but then Nguyet got ready to leave. She instructed Minh what to do with the key later and reminded us three guys to make sure ‘Ms. Nga has a grand time’.

“I’ll talk to her later…” our bordello queen warned us.

They both giggled briefly, before Nguyet waved at us and disappeared downstairs. Nga was still huffing and puffing a bit; perhaps she was already nervous and aroused, as she could see another gangbang on the horizon. Well, perhaps Nga would topple Mira’s record now? When Minh offered her the sushi rolls, though, I asked everyone if we shouldn’t think of some sort of choreography.

“Well, we could feed Nga…” Minh offered feebly, smiling endearingly, though.

Hoang rolled his eyes a bit and showed a worn-out smile, as that was too obvious, perhaps? Or corny? But, at least, Minh had tried to effectuate Nguyet’s wish – which I was sure was also our purple goddess’s.

“Well, Nga what do you want to do?” I asked our main protagonist, as I felt was proper.

“To be honest, I just ate at home…” she bashfully sailed around answering my question.

Now, however, Nga turned towards the boys, and they briefly talked in Vietnamese, after which both, Minh and Hoang, were blushing – which I had never thought would even be possible. But then they nodded, got up, and took her hands. They looked decidedly eager to please all of a sudden; did I miss something?! To not miss a beat, I instantly tossed my cigarette into one of the empty beer cans, swirled it, and then Hoang already turned and nodded at me impatiently. Apparently, Escort Tekirdağ she didn’t want to waste time but was craving cock. What else could the hurry and haste be about?! I shook the can once more, as smoke was still coming out of it, hastily reached down to the floor to grab the remaining cans and ice, and then followed the young bunch into the bedroom, diagonally opposite the alcove.

Of course, I was curious what Nga had just said to the boys but didn’t want to interrupt the natural flow of things. Obviously, our sensual, erotic dance had just begun, and as soon as we had entered the small quaint motel room, Hoang started to unbutton his shirt, before he placed himself directly in front of her to kiss our purple deity. Minh decided to caress her fine butt together with me in the meantime, and when I lifted up the rear of her dress, Minh pulled her pants down her thighs to get more direct access to her cheeks, which were covered in simple white panties. Oh, man, her ass was pretty much perfect: womanly, yes, but with no trace of superfluous fat. Just the right mixture of plump- and trimness.

After a few rounds on her underwear, I also pulled down her panties and leaned forward, getting the first whiff of her fine aroma. Hoang had relieved himself of his pants in the meantime and now directed her onto the bed. While he was lying down on his back, so that she could blow him, she undressed unceremoniously; apparently eager to save her fine dress – which she was going to wear to the workshop at two – from bodily fluids. After the brief intermission, which Minh and I used to undress, Hoang put a pillow under his head, before he grabbed her wrists and pulled her head into his lap. Minh and I wasted no time and swooped down on her ass again. Minh motioned me to go first, and so I pried her cheeks apart and pushed the tip of my tongue right into her brownish escutcheon, which seemed responsive and malleable. Just like the last time, of course, everything tasted earthy, savory, wet, and slightly bitter, like Vietnamese Robusta coffee.

I briefly felt Minh’s hand on my throat, as he was exploring her snatch and then watched amused when his thumb disappeared between her greedy, juicy labia. Oh, sweet salacious Lord, were her thighs heavenly! Firm, long, smooth – outright perfect! I kissed and licked them, while Minh was now exploring and licking her butt crack, smacking his lips from time to time. I could see that his cock was as stiff as mine and conceived the idea of a double-penetration – for which none of us was patient enough right then, though. Minh talked briefly with Hoang, after which the two of them traded places. When our handyman-Adonis saw my twitching cock, he motioned me to go first and then watched how I was sinking my fat throbbing glans between her creamy labia. In no time, Nga’s eager sheath had milked my rod almost all the up inside her, and so I just began to thrust heartily.

While my balls were banging her clit and bush now, Hoang got up to fetch the lubricant, after which he got her sphincter ready. I guessed the plan was for me to switch orifices in a few minutes or whenever we were ready. When he seemed chuffed with his preparation, nodding at me, I entered her rectum gently with my middle finger, all the while banging her pretty heartily. Nga had started to moan and squeal, of course, but now I noticed that she was blowing Minh, who had placed his lap directly under her fine lovely face. When my finger was fully inside her rectum, I briefly wondered if she had done her backdoor sex preparations today but couldn’t detect any evidence to the contrary. And yes, she had said she had been home before she showed up here at the guesthouse. Well, anyway, everything was so fucking hot that I didn’t really care or worry; I pulled my finger out and re-entered her superb young body again two inches above her young pussy with my cock.

As my glans was now plugging her sphincter – not quite in yet but in the process – Hoang moved away and sat down on her side to play with her small titties, for which he had even greased his fingertips. As his cock was nicely swollen and stiff already, I didn’t want him to wait and pressed my dick inside Nga’s fine rectum, for which my shaft hadn’t bent much. Warm and slightly moist, her ass enwrapped the upper half of my whip, but then I remembered that she liked the whole nine yards. Inches. Well, not even that, but enough to make her happy. I still hadn’t encountered any unwanted substances yet, as far as I was able to tell, and so I kept banging away happily, with my balls now hitting her labia and clit again. Oh, what a pleasure it was to be polishing her precious insides, and she obviously liked it too: periodically, she let out a nice little sequence of aroused, mirthful squeaks. Not sure if that was even necessary, I still asked Minh not to come in her mouth and then notched up my game again.

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