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Rory was out shopping for Catriona’s birthday when he saw her disappear into M&S. Knowing that he hadn’t been spotted he decided to follow her. Since she had called him that Saturday morning about a month ago they had got together several times and fucked like rabbits. Her birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks and he wanted something special, but he put that idea to the back of his mind for the moment. He knew that the store had a very nice lingerie department, and just knew, well guessed, that this was where she was headed. With so many styles and colours to choose from it seemed to him that a girl could spend hours there just looking, feeling and imagining. He knew as he watched her inspecting various items that she was wondering how this, or that, would feel against her skin – or his.

Catriona picked out a few things to try on carrying them draped over one arm, carefully layered over each other. She is very methodical. He knows her well enough now to know that she is wondering who is watching, what they’re thinking, a slight blush creeps over her cheeks. She is so engrossed, her gaze fixed directly in front of her, thinking about her intended purchases and nothing else, that is until she hears a soft voice and feels hot breath in her ear.

“I can smell you from here. I know your scent from weeks of tasting and smelling you.”

She visibly trembles and turns her head, a smile growing as she looks at Rory. Her first instinct is to grab him and give him a big hug, but her wicked mind already has other ideas. She holds up the top piece of sexy silk and simply asks him if this colour would be good for her. Her eyes are like windows to her mind, betraying all of its secrets. Rory cocks his head to one side and move his eyes from the silk to her and back to the silk and finally says,

“I’m not sure I guess that you will have to try it on before I can decide.”

He can see in her face that this was just the answer she was hoping for. She takes his hand and leads him to the dressing rooms, tells him to sit down and wait.

“I’ll show you what this diyarbakır escort looks like on…be right back.”

She hands him the other items,

“…so your hands have something to do while I’m gone, and to hide what I see in your lap.”

Rory gracefully accepts and watches her disappear into the dressing room, noting to himself third one down on the left.

After a while it seems like she has gone forever. Rory sits there, lingerie in hand, his fingers lightly touching the fabric, sliding the silk between my thumb and index finger, wondering what’s next. Finally, unable to take any more, he leans over the chair and calls down into the dressing rooms,

“Catriona…”

There is no answer, but he can see that all of the doors are open except the one she went into. He glances around starts toward that closed door. It’s that time of day, very few people around, a few assistants, including the girl who looks after the changing rooms, gossiping by the tills. No one is paying any close attention to the woman in the dressing room and the, apparently, embarrassed ‘friend’ waiting for her. It’s not unknown for those ‘friends’ to wander off to look at the latest gadgets knowing that this could be a lengthy process. He moves back to the door and knocks quietly…

“Catriona?”

“Yes, Rory?”

“Can I see?”

“Yes.”

“Coming out?”

“No!”

“Can I come in?”

“Please!”

She sees the handle move and the door opening, her heart quickens. She has been standing here looking at herself in this dark red camisole and matching panties, pure silk, lace trim but not too much and wondering what he’d think.

“Is it too garish for me? Does it make me look like a tart? Maybe I should go get the blue one, the one without the lace and try that on before I let Rory see.”

But the gentle knock on the door makes her mind up for her, she’ll let him see and let him decide.

Rory opens the door slightly and sees her standing there looking slightly anxious. He steps inside smiling, reaches for her face diyarbakiranalatik.com with one hand while the other shuts the door behind him. They step closer and share a sweet, slow, careful, breath-taking kiss. Kissing Rory always makes her go weak at the knees. It is only now that she notices his dress code for the day, he’s wearing his kilt, and she knows full well what that means – ready for action. Catriona feels herself responding to him, her pulse quickening under the hand caressing her neck, her breath noisy as she breathes through her nose. He wraps her in his arms searching for her ear with his mouth and whispers

“You smell like heaven!”

He bends his knees and lifts her off her feet breaking the kiss long enough to smile and laugh softly, both realising that they must be quiet here.

“Catriona, can you be very quiet?” he asks, knowing that she can be a bit noisy.

Nodding, she answers “Yes, Rory, if you lead the way I will come quietly.”

Catriona bends and takes the hem of his kilt and lifts it, just as she thought he is going commando, always ready for action. As she come back up she kisses him and turns, puts her hands against the wall other side of the mirror, and shuffles her feet back and apart a little, pushing her arse out towards him. She knows that Rory is hard, and can’t wait to feel him deep inside her. She can see herself in the mirror, and she can see him drop to his knees behind her, then she feels his tongue trace a line from one buttock to the other and back again. Watching in the mirror she reaches back with one hand and pulls the thin strip of material that is the panties to one side, realising that she is now going to have to buy this set. Rory loses no time in tracing her pussy lips with his tongue making her sigh as her clit makes its appearance. Standing he raises his kilt, takes his cock in hand and rubs the head between her pussy lips.

“Inside,” she whispers, “deep inside, fuck me Rory.”

He brings the head into position and pushes gently forward, sliding his cock slowly but firmly deep into her wet willing hole, bringing a gasp of sheer pleasure from her lips.

Rory holds deep inside her for several seconds before starting to fuck Catriona with long slow strokes, noting her gasp with each penetration. He knows that he will have to fuck her harder eventually, and takes note that she is in the process of stuffing her panties into her mouth, a sure sign to increase the pace. As he starts to thrust more quickly he feels her first orgasm, a tiny one but there all the same. He grabs her by the hips and starts to pound his cock into her hard and deep, this will be a test of her ability to keep quiet. He pushes her quickly through two more orgasms, and is impressed that, while not totally silent, no one close would be aware of the sounds. Her fourth orgasm is much more intense, and she really is struggling to hold it all together, it is also enough to set Rory off on the road to his own. They are now both grunting with the effort as he thrusts his cock into her as hard and fast as is humanly possible. It is no more than a few seconds before she tips over the edge into a massively intense orgasm, which in turn triggers his own. He holds deep inside her unable to move as her pussy is contracting tightly around his cock, gripping and milking every drop of juice from it.

They remain motionless for a minute or so, and as Rory pulls out Catriona reaches into her bag and retrieves some tissues to clean them up a bit. Once cleaned up, and she has dressed again, they leave the dressing room seeing the girl in charge returning to her station.

“Everything ok?” she asks.

“Yes thanks” replied Catriona, “he likes everything. Just need to pay up now.”

Turning, she walked off to the pay desk. Rory wasn’t going to miss this and followed closely. As the cashier was folding the garments and bagging them up, as she picked up the panties and gave them a quizzical look before placing them in the bag. Catriona went bright pink with a blush, which was not lost on the cashier who gave her a big wink. Rory simply couldn’t resist a last remark, winking back at the cashier,

“I think it’s time we went back to your place darling so that you can give me another showing…”

By now Catriona was scarlet, and all she could say was

“You’ll pay for that!”

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My Perfect Other Half Ch. 15

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Chapter 15: Sealing the Deal

One week later

Tyler heard the familiar clicking of heels on the tile floor. Listening, he tried to discern if she was finally coming. Destiny had texted him, telling him to prepare himself. Today was the day he would beg and ask her to take him in marriage.

Tyler arrived almost an hour earlier. He couldn’t wait. It had been too long since he had last seen his sensational goddess. Having been apart for so many days made him ache with lust. He wanted to see her smile and be told to please her sexually. He had become addicted to her body and giving her the erotic pleasure she craved.

He had obeyed her text. His preparation involved nothing more than stripping and prostrating himself with his head touching the floor. During the months since their relationship took on an entirely new flavor, Tyler had done this so many times. What was unique was not this position but where she wanted him. Destiny told him to go into the formal living room, a room rarely used. He only came here to vacuum and dust. Otherwise, it was a room not even used by guests.

But he had knelt in front of this same chair before. That had been nearly a year ago. Their relationship was in shambles. After weeks of separation, Destiny texted him and ordered him to wait in this very position of worship. That day had marked the beginning of his slavery and her transforming into a woman of power. That text came on the heels of his infidelity with Rachel.

So much had happened since that day. Neither he nor his bride-to-be were the same persons. The previously confident and somewhat arrogant owner of Bloomington’s newest physical therapy clinic had all but vanished. In his place knelt a man who owned nothing, and now served the woman he loved. He had given away his previous life, not to gain a trophy wife, or even become her equal, but rather to have the opportunity to serve as her slave.

On that day, and while on his knees begging for forgiveness and a chance to start again, Tyler began the process of sacrificing his all. He had begged her reconsideration. Destiny had accepted it but it came with a price. He gave her his practice and career. That mandate had crushed his spirit. So much of who he was as a man was tied to his status as a respected and rising professional in his field of expertise. Destiny had demanded he make hard choices, choices which impacted his expectations, and caused him to reevaluate his prospect of remaining her equal.

She had drawn a line in the sand. It was a line drawn because of his betrayal, and one drawn because she had experienced a similar betrayal with Jamar. If Tyler wanted a relationship, it would only happen on her terms. Although the word slavery hadn’t entered his mind during their talks, it was, in essence, what she expected from a future mate. She had been stung one time too many.

To the average person looking in from the outside, they would have assumed Tyler had lost his mind by making such a choice. But to him, making this decision had been his only choice. Had he not, he wouldn’t be here now, and in hindsight, he couldn’t imagine living life without her. Destiny had always been, and would always be, worth sacrificing his life’s pursuits so that she could enjoy and realize hers.

His decision to bow to her authority had been difficult but it had been the best of choices. It was appropriate that she insist he kneel where they could put their past behind and move ahead as a couple.

This spot had been where the ‘the new her’, and ‘the new him’ began. It was where the healing of their damaged relationship truly started. It was here where he knelt, naked and in chastity for the first time. It was here where a broken Tyler, and a distraught Destiny, began the slow and arduous task of becoming slave and goddess.

Tyler heard the tapping of heels on the kitchen tile. He pictured her walking – tall and elegant. He imagined her profile: long sexy legs, tight abdomen, pronounced breasts, a long flowing neck, and a head held high. He wondered what she had chosen to wear for this occasion. Whatever her choice, he knew she would be both deliciously and intimidatingly gorgeous.

Her beauty was like no other. Her body was perfect in every way. Everyone knew it. Tyler had watched so many take second, and even third jaw-dropping looks at the tall dark-skinned woman he called goddess. Her body oozed with femininity. She personified what it meant to be beautiful, and it was that beauty that reminded him how lucky he was to be deemed ‘hers’.

But Destiny was more than just voluptuous eye-candy. She was so much more. What only Tyler, and Maria knew was how insatiable of a sex drive she possessed. Destiny loved sex, and although she personified a woman of status when in public, underneath that classy facade lay a sexual tigress. Since gaining the freedom to command, she had taken to being pleased sexually. She yearned to be pleasured and pleasured often. Destiny had come to enjoy izmit escort her slave not only because of the many household chores he did but equally so for his sexual servitude.

Because she owned him, she never worried that he would tell her ‘no’. Whatever she wanted she got, and she had become addicted to Tyler’s cock and tongue. Both were used to bring her the satisfaction she rightly deserved.

Destiny’s lust for him as her pleasure-slave was mirrored by Tyler’s need to please her as his dominant. He had always been captivated by her beauty and was head-over-heels attracted to her personality. They enjoyed doing similar things and had similar interests. Both were easy-going and they got along perfectly. As their relationship deepened, and especially when it took on a dominant/submissive inclination, Tyler’s appetite to kneel with his head arched and mouth pressed into her sex became an ever-increasing need in his life. He found himself hoping she to be used.

Like Destiny, he wanted sex. What differed was how he wanted it. Destiny wanted to be worshipped. She wanted her man to crave her body. Ultimately, she wanted to experience the erotic emotions that came with clitoral or vaginal stimulation. She wanted climax. She wanted to look down and know she had complete power over the man whose mouth was planted at the apex of her shapely thighs. She wanted every climax to come at his expense. She wanted to cum knowing she could but he wouldn’t.

For Tyler, her demands were welcomed. His fulfillment came from serving. He relished being the guy bringing her the sexual satisfaction she sought. His pleasure came when told to strip, told to get hard, told to kneel, to lay, or to eat. Those were the commands he craved most. They fulfilled his need to be wanted and used. He knew every one would be followed shortly thereafter by the sound of her cooing and groaning. Knowing her pelvis would soon be rhythmically pumping his cock or mouth, stirred his lust. Nothing compared to the feeling of the soft wet flesh of her pussy rubbing over his mouth. There was nothing so satisfying as tasting her arousal. Nothing compared to quenching his thirst with the nectar of a pulsating squirt. Tyler loved being her slave and Destiny loved having him. They had become a perfect match.

Tyler’s cock stirred when thinking about what might come of this afternoon. From his humble position facing the carpeted floor, he wondered how wet she had become. He knew she must be torturing herself by waiting so long. He knew her pussy had to be dripping. He knew it was only a matter of time before she’d demand he press his face between her thighs. She hadn’t used him in days. Tyler knew his Goddess. He knew her better than anyone. He was assured Destiny craved sexual gratification. “Oh God,” he thought, “I can’t wait for her to use me.”

Having been told to strip, bow and wait and having not seen her for so long grew his desire to unparalleled heights. His cock throbbed from between his legs. His hardness pulled on the steel band that held hostage his swollen testicles. He was a jumble of nerves and every receptor emitted the same message – SEX!

He heard her moving again. What was she up to? Just then he sensed her enter. He sensed her nearness. He smelled her arousal. She was wet!

“Slave, it is time.”

Tyler’s cock stiffened. He waited in anticipation. With her arrival came the knowledge of her purpose. She would want his answer. Their future lay in the words he would soon profess. Although he dare not move, he felt her energy behind him.

“Mmm,” he heard her coo. “My slave’s cock is hard. I love knowing my slave grows hard because he has filled his thoughts with delicious pictures of me.”

Tyler felt her squeeze his balls and stroke his bound member. Her touches caused his shaft to pull even harder on the ring piercing his sensitive head.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “You will become mine forever. I can see you want me. Don’t you, my slave?” Her question was rhetorical. She hadn’t permitted him to speak but Tyler was well aware of what she referred. She would soon want to hear his decision. She expected him to profess his desire to marry. She wanted finality, and it was the thought of that finality which both thrilled and terrified the slave whose thick cock she stroked.

A sharp fingernail tracing a direct line from the top of his crack, down to his arse. Destiny played with the puckered hole for a few seconds using the tip of her nail before continuing on a path that lead do his bound sack. Rubbing his erect pole again she deliberately tried to make his cock even harder. She knew he was in pain. She knew the discomfort the ring caused whenever he became erect. And yet she kept at it.

Her hands had always held a magical touch when it came to getting the response she wanted. Tyler was aware she understood what she was doing. Each stroke made him want her even more. Yet each one brought with it the smart reminder of the ring’s presence. madeinizmit.com Destiny stroked him again and again. When hearing him groan, she giggled. Her giggle brought an unseen smile to Tyler’s face. She was playing with him in such a delicious way.

Again she traced her nail down to his pucker, circled it a few times and continued on. She did this several more times but then, instead of rimming his arse like she had done so before she did the unthinkable. When reaching his ass, she twiddled his pucker and then thrust. The intrusion was sudden and dramatic. Destiny buried it fully inside. Tyler grunted. Instinctively his muscles drew taut, and soon after his back shown in a sheen of nervous perspiration

With her finger worming around inside, she leaned into him and spoke into his ear. “You have not pledged. You have not asked. You have not begged in the hope of me accepting your offer – but you will. I want you to know that once you do, I will own you in ways you cannot fathom. You will never be free – not ever. You will become my possession in your entirety. Every part of you – even your ass – will be mine to use as I wish.”

Destiny twisted her finger several more times to accentuate her point. “I will own you. I will own you forever, My Tyler.”

Tyler felt the warmth of her breath against his ear. He smelled the fragrance of her perfume. It was that fragrance he had come to associate with her. Strands of hair pressed against his cheek and tickled his ear. The mushy feel of breasts squished into his back. She was so damn sexy! Even when she caused him pain, she was hot! His cock felt on the verge of rebellion. It was so god-damn hard. Tyler wondered if it might rip free of it’s ringed-confinement.

Destiny pulled her finger free. Tyler felt the emptiness of its absence. Seconds later that same finger pressed against his lips.

“Clean it.”

Tyler did as he was told. He always did what he was told. Fortunately, it was mostly clean although he tasted the earthy tang of his bowels. His mind went to Utah. Visions of being with Uma, and her nasty friends reigned vivid in his thoughts. He cringed thinking of those creepy memories. He prayed his Goddess would never follow a similar path.

All the while, Destiny waited patiently for him to remove any trace of feces from her finger while continuing to lean against his ass and back. She spoke again, this time reminding him of how much she loved her slave. When he finished, she pulled it free and moved to take a seat in the cushioned chair directly in front of where Tyler knelt. “Kiss my foot, My Slave. I want to watch you serve me.”

Tyler felt the toe of her high heels push against his forehead. Understanding her request, he rose and removed her shoe, and began the fifteen-minute task of licking, sucking and bathing her foot in his saliva. He peered up. She was wearing a sexy sapphire-blue silk cocktail dress. Silk was one of her favorites. Destiny loved how smooth the sheer material felt against her skin. This dress, like so many of the others which hung in her closet, clung to her curves as if it had been personally fitted. Although he hadn’t seen her chest, he was certain they spilled out from the top. The thought of seeing plump rounded chocolate orbs jutting from her chest made him smile in anticipation. God, she was gorgeous!

While Tyler concentrated his worship on the delicate foot he held in both hands, he felt her gaze bore down on him. He felt her eyes watching his every move. Indeed she was intently watching. Destiny smiled approvingly when seeing his tongue slide over and between her digits. She grinned when he opened wide and sucked them into his mouth.

How nice it was to have her foot feel warm and secure, knowing he was bathing them with his talented tongue and swallowing whatever dirt and debris he happened to find. Destiny closed her eyes when seeing him lovingly kiss and caress the crown of her arch and follow that by bending low and contorting his head to apply long flat strokes to the underside. His attentions felt luxuriously wonderful.

“I love seeing you serving me so humbly. Tyler, I won’t ever tire of having you perform menial and debasing tasks like this as long as they please me. Your humility stirs my lust and makes me want to make you do more. I love seeing a strong and proud man humble themselves before me. Destiny paused while he licked at the calloused underside of her forefoot. “And I love you all the more for being that man for me.”

Tyler grinned while diligently focusing on the pale and roughened underside. He wondered if her words were intended to set the tone for what was to come. So far, everything she was reminding him of her dominance and the degree to which he belonged to her. His cock throbbed. It sought freedom but the longer Destiny treated him like this, the stronger his libido grew.

Interrupting his internal musings, Destiny spoke. “I was thinking about how I will have years to put you on your knees and make you serve me in countless ways. It makes me wonder how much better your service will be after fifteen or twenty years of practice? You will know every curve of my body, and have committed every pleasurable sensation and touch that pleases me to memory.” Destiny sighed. “And I will love my slave even more than I do now.”

Begrudgingly Destiny pulled her foot free of his grip. Extending her leg, she rested her heel against his upper back. “Look at me. Gaze upon your goddess from your reduced position. Am I not beautiful, Slave?”

He could only move his neck. The pressure of her foot prevented him from sitting. “Yes, my Goddess. You are beyond beautiful. You are exceptional.”

Destiny smiled pleasantly. She knew what he’d say before asking. Using the ball of her foot, she flexed her knee. Her foot moved to the back of his neck and kept going until resting on the back of his head. Pressing down, she forced his face into the carpeted floor and held him there.

It was time to gain his final and ultimate submission. “Slave, I will speak. You will answer. I expect complete and total honesty. Do I have your word?”

“Yes, Goddess,” came the muffled answer. She had never made him address her while being made to bow quite like this. He wished to look her in the eye when answering but that was not possible.

“Do you love me?”

Tyler nodded. “I do. With all my heart. You know I do.”

“Do you respect me?”

Again his head moved in affirmation. “Yes, Goddess. More than anyone.”

“Have you enjoyed serving me?”

“I have.”

“I’m glad to hear that. And I have appreciated your efforts. Not only have I come to enjoy your labor but I have grown to love being in charge. It’s been an eye-opening revelation. I love ordering you around knowing I won’t get any resistance or backtalk. I love having you all to myself.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I know you do.”

“My Tyler,” she said with a cracking voice. Tyler heard the compassion in her faltering words. “Do you have a desire to serve me for a lifetime?”

Welling with emotion he answered. “I do.”

“Do you understand the magnitude of the commitment I am asking you to make? I will own you. You will never be free. Divorce will never be an option.”

“I want to serve you, Goddess,” he answered in a muffled voice. “May I look at you?”

“Are you ready to propose?”

“May I ask you a question before I do?” Tyler felt her foot leave his head.

“What is your question?” Destiny reached down and lifted his chin.

The moment Tyler looked at her for the first time in days, tears fell from his eyes. It was his turn to feel the immensity of what he was about to say. He looked into her eyes. She was so alluring – so tempting – so confident – and yet so compassionate. He knew he’d never find another like her. Her beauty put her into an entirely different category, one in which he wasn’t worthy to stand on equal footing.

“Why are you crying?” she asked wondering what had precipitated the tears.

“I’ve missed you.” Tyler swallowed hard. “I am amazed every day at your magnificence.” He paused and blew her a kiss. “You are beyond beautiful, Destiny.”

She grinned awkwardly still wondering why he was crying. “Thank you. And you are so handsome, My Slave.”

Tyler paused to compose his next words. “Goddess, more than anything I want to marry you. I want to live my life knowing I have been given the honor of serving you. I want to be your slave more than anything. It’s something I’ve wanted almost from our beginning. You are an awesome person. I can’t imagine living without you. I have fallen for you. I have fallen, and become entangled in your incredible and divine web.

“My web?” she said giggling.

“Your web has seized me. It’s completed me. You spin one powerful web, Goddess.”

Destiny’s smile broadened with delight.

Tyler continued. “You told me to not respond to your proposition in haste. I followed your orders. I’ve thought about what it would mean if I begged you to take me. I thought my decision would be easy but as I considered what life with you might be like, and after spending a week at Uma’s home, the answer became more cloudy. My time with Uma was revealing in all the wrong ways. She and her women-friends made me think about you, and about what you might make me do as your slave.”

Tyler looked at her with an almost embarrassing expression. He watched her facial expression change from a smile to one of deep concern. He needed to discuss this but felt stupid doing so given the degree of his love for her.

“Mistress, I want to marry you. I want to be open to doing anything and everything you order. I want to serve you knowing I can trust you to look out for me, but, but…” He faltered.

Destiny frowned almost to the point of becoming angry. “But what? What are you trying to tell me?”

“I can’t marry you if you are going to make me do what Uma’s friend wanted me to do. I can’t eat shit!” He blurted. Mistress, I just can’t.”

“Oh my God, Tyler! What makes you think I would ever do such a thing?” His statement caught her completely by surprise.

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“Bye Janice,” I called behind me as I left the cafe, “enjoy your weekend!” I didn’t bother to wait for her reply and let the heavy door fall shut. The musty city air was unpleasant compared to the smooth roasted coffee aroma of the cafe. It was nearly eight-thirty, not an ideal time to get out of work on a Friday but at least there was no traffic getting home.

As soon as I got out of my car I checked my texts and voicemails. Nothing exciting except for a message from my landlord about my new roommate. I rolled my eyes, she never gave me much warning about when someone was moving in but I always put up with it. It’s only fair considering she never harasses me for rent or tacks on fees, even if it’s over a month late.

My last roommate stayed for one semester and I hardly ever saw her except for when she came out of her room to microwave some ramen or use the bathroom. She was one of those video-gamer shut-ins. I didn’t feel like meeting my new one right away so I grabbed one of my joints from my purse and walked around behind the building.

I lit up and read a book to decompress for a few minutes. Leaning my back against the building and closing my eyes, I let the gentle tingle of the high flood my body. My mind began to wander back to the night before when I missed the last train and didn’t have enough money to pay the taxi.

I was a horny from smoking and grinding on guys all night long at the club, so the idea came to mind pretty quickly. There were plenty of taxis along the main road so I searched for one with a lonely-looking guy. I lucked out in finding a scrawny, thin-haired caramel colored guy who looked to be in his early twenties. His shirt had “Magic the–” something written on it and there were large plush, oddly shaped dice hanging from the rear-view mirror.

I pulled my thin skirt up a bit before walking over and getting in the front. His name was Jeff and he had curly black hair and a lanky frame. I gave him my address and complimented his hair, making sure to lightly run my hands through it. He blushed and thanked me before taking off in a jerky haste.

I flirted with him a bit on the way and when we stopped in front of my place I gently placed my hand on his thigh, “So Jeff, I was wondering, theoretically, if I didn’t have enough money to pay the bill…” a bulge began to form in his pants as I slowly rubbed his leg and leaned closer, letting my nipple slip out a bit, “could I possibly pay you with…” I looked in his eyes, “…other services?”

I was surprised to find Jeff rather forward as he demanded that I get naked and suck his cock. I gladly did so and told him to spank me, hard. He degraded me and insulted me as I slurped up his cock, getting wetter with every slap on my ass. Eventually his cum exploded into my mouth and I drank it greedily.

A loud car horn coming from a street away ripped me from my daydream and I realized I was soaking wet and incredibly horny. I finished off my joint and went inside with the hopes of masturbating for a few hours. I unlocked the front door and rushed through the kitchen, colliding with my roommate as I came around a corner. I went flying back onto my large rump while he caught himself on the wall.

“I’m so–” As I looked up I first noticed the large bald patch on his head, then the sag of his skin around sivas escort his face. He looked like he was eighty years old. “…sorry.” I finished as he reached down to help me up.

“Not a problem honey, are you okay?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine, sorry again. Are you my new roommate?” I noticed he was looking at my breasts which were easily seen through my thin white t-shirt. Thin shirts got me better tips at the cafe so that’s what I wore to work. Feeling confident, I straightened my back, allowing my chest to stick out a little more.

“Oh…uh, yeah, I hope that’s okay with you?” He looked apologetic.

“Yeah that’s fine.” I said before he shuffled over to the living room. I watched him sit on the couch and then had a sudden thought. I had seen a couple porn videos of old men fucking younger girls and wondered if it would be fun. I went into my room to change into a thin, skin-tight top and silky pajama shorts before joining him on the couch.

“Are you a student at the local college?” I asked him.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m coming back for the GED program they offer to old-farts like myself.” He laughed at his own joke before changing the channel.

I noticed him eyeing me again so I stood up and began cleaning the livingroom, making sure to give him good views of the merchandise as I bent over. “Sorry it’s such a mess, I didn’t know I was going to have company today.”

He answered hoarsely, “My ex-wife never cleaned so this is nothing in comparison.” I turned to see him trying to hide his erection. “In fact, she never did much for me.”

I came over and sat on the arm of the couch, right next to him, “That’s awful, I believe that in every relationship, both partners should try hard to please each other as much as they can.” His eyes were trained on my erect nipples. “Did she do that for you?”

He didn’t realize I had asked him a question at first, “Uh, did…did she try to…p-please me?” He seemed unsure of whether he should answer, “…no, not really. Plus it’s been years since we divorced.” His erection was now too large to hide so he let his arm sit on the arm rest, barely grazing my ass.

I scooted just enough so that his hand was fully touching me, sending hot, electric tingles throughout my rump and into my hot sex. I felt him slide his hand up, carefully running it along my back and then back down. My eyelids fluttered at the heat of his touch as I leaned forward, giving him more to work with. Whispering breathily I said, “That’s too bad,” and licked my lips.

He reached up with his other hand and gently pulled me closer, closing the gap between our lips. His were soft but his tongue was strong as it slipped its way into me, exploring my mouth. The area between my legs burned with desire as I slid onto his lap. I ran my hand along his chest and began grinding myself on him, savoring the feel of my wet heat against my silky shorts. I felt his cock grow even bigger as we moved against each other.

He groaned as I rubbed myself on him through our clothes. His hands explored my body, gently feeling my ass as he slid his warm hands up my back and under my shirt.

I felt his thumbs graze the sides of my chest lightly before his hands found their way to my lustrous and soft breasts. My nipples lit with passion when https://sivashabersitesi.com his fingers slid across them, rubbing them and teasing them, sending electric signals throughout. He stroked them with his thumbs, moving them in circles as his tongue continued to interlock with mine.

I broke the kiss just long enough to lean back and tear off my shirt, exposing my breasts to this man I had just met. He reached forward and pulled me in as his tongue reached for my nipples. His tongue flicked over one and I let out a light groan. My pussy pulsed with desire and pleasure as I continued to rub myself against him. The feel of his tongue against my nipples felt amazing, I never wanted him to stop. I was so wet I could feel my juices drip down my thighs and through my shorts onto him. Every movement I made ignited a fire in me as I pressed myself harder and harder into him, nearly shaking with the blissful tingle of my sex down below.

To my chagrin he pulled away from my breasts and began to unbuckle his belt. Realizing what he wanted I stood up and let my silky shorts drop to the floor, exposing myself entirely to him. Enjoying the way his eyes lit up at the sight of my curvaceous body I turned around, swaying my hips and slowly making my way back to him. When I was within arms reach, he grabbed my ass and squeezed, sending electricity from his fingertips into me.

At this point my pussy was throbbing with desire and I didn’t think I could wait anymore. I reached down, grabbing and stroking his huge, thick cock as I brought myself closer. As the tip of his dick touched my wet slit, I let out a loud moan and began rubbing it along me, from my pussy up to my clit and back down.

I felt him grab my hips and force me down. The tip pressed at my opening, sending a burning desire through me, causing me to exclaim with pleasure. It pushed easily further and I moaned as it slowly spread me apart. With every inch that entered me, I felt myself lose a part of my consciousness to the incredible pleasure that was amplified by the high. He pushed until his balls pressed against my smooth ass and I could feel his twitching cock touching every inch of my vagina. It felt so good to have such an enormous dick in me that for a second all I could do was sit there. Soon I lifted myself, enjoying the feeling of his cock slipping out of me, pulling on me as we both moaned with the motion. I moved slowly at first, down and then back up, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his shaft moving in and out of me.

We were both moaning and thrusting into each other, trying my push his cock in as far as we could until it wouldn’t go any further. With each thrust I could feel more and more pleasure fill me, my body, and every inch of my soaking wet sex. I was nearly drowning in it, unable to even remember where I was or who I was with. All I knew was the pleasure of the dick pounding me until minutes later I felt something change in me and all of that pleasure burst into an ocean of ecstasy and white light. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him as I huffed and let the light fade away. I was breathing heavy and when i opened my eyes, my vision was a little blurred as I realized I had squirted all over the floor and was resting against him.

“Get up and bend over the arm.” He breathed into my ear. “I’m not done.”

Still a little dazed, I did as he said. He came up behind me and slipped his huge cock back into me, causing me to cry out.

He fucked and slapped and bit me as his cock pounded my pussy into oblivion. Every thrust of his cock into me felt better than the last and I wanted more and more. I angled myself so the tip of his cock would slam against my g-spot with every thrust. I felt a second orgasm coming at the same time he began saying “Oh god, I’m going to cum. Of fuck, oh fuck! Oh shit here it comes!” He moaned loudly as he thrust his pulsing cock into me and pumped load after load of semen deep into my vagina. He huffed as he stepped back, pulling himself out. I watched as an enormous stream of white, fluffy cum dripped out of me.

I sighed and flopped onto the couch.

He smiled.

“Your cock is amazing, old man, but I don’t know if you can keep up with me.” I smiled and began rubbing my clit, already wanting more.

He flashed a toothy smile as he stroked his cock and walked closer. He picked up my legs and brought himself closer, teasing me with his eyes.

“Do you want this?” He asked as I looked at his still erect cock.

“Yes.” I moaned, gyrating my hips in anticipation.

“How badly do you want my cock?” He smirked.

“So bad. I want it so bad, please, just put it in me.” I could feel the tingle of desire pulse through me.

“If you want it that bad, you have to call me Daddy.” His demeanor seemed to become more stoic and rough. “You have to beg your Daddy to please you.” I could see his cock getting even harder, if that was possible.

I saw the need flash in his eyes, the need to be called Daddy, to dominate me. “Please Daddy, please.” With each word I spoke, I got more into it, “Please Daddy, won’t you help your little girl?” I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit, “I need my Daddy to teach me how to feel good. Can you do that for me Daddy?” I pleaded him with my voice and my eyes, feeling myself really get into the role.

“Yes baby, oh god, Daddy is going to fucking destroy you.” He positioned himself and shoved his cock into me with a force I didn’t even think he could muster

He pounded me over and over again as I shouted “Yes, Daddy! Oh god!” squirming as I felt every inch of his cock fill me. I thrust my hips into him, savoring the feeling of his cock slamming against me. I could feel the pleasure build up. I began whimpering in ecstasy, getting louder each time as an orgasm began to hit me. I let out a long, loud moan as my body pulsed with pure bliss.

He didn’t stop and continued to pound me, telling me I was a dirty little girl and Daddy needed to teach me a lesson. An hour later I could see pleasure contort his face as an orgasm built up. He leaned into me and shouted loudly as he released an enormous blast of cum inside me. It was so strong I could feel it shooting into me, filling me everywhere. It seeped out around his cock as he came until he collapsed on top of me. We laid there in an enormous puddle of cum that had formed beneath us, unable to do anything but breathe.

Eventually he stood, examining his work. I spread my legs, playing with my cum-covered pussy and giving a good view.

He smirked, “I think we are going to get along just fine.”

I returned the smile.

“You would definitely like my friends.” He said.

I raised my eyebrows, “I guess I’ll have to meet them to make that decision.”

“Oh, you will.” He said as he slowly left the room.

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Jen burst into Christina’s room without a least bit of forewarning or hesitation. The ice princess was lying on her stomach on her overly stuffed frilly bed staring at an art history textbook with a blue highlighter between her French manicured fingers. Yanked from her cozy sanctuary, Christina’s look of surprise quickly melted into a seething glare of contempt. No mortal man has ever survived this mixture of annoyance and irritation.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” she said icily, sitting up and putting her delicate manicured hands on her hips. “Did your white-trash parents tell you it was alright to just waltz into another person’s room like you’re the fucking queen of Sheba?”

The white hot venom pouring out of her face, coupled with her beautiful features screwed up into a glare that would put Medusa to shame nearly stopped Jen in her tracts. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, and then smiled her best kindergarten-you’ve-not-been-playing-well-with-the-others smile. Christina didn’t know that her housemates were skilled in the black arts of witchcraft, nor did she know about the spell they had just place on her.

“Now Christina,” Jen said, trying to hid the fear in her voice, “I just wanted to see if you wanted to join me and the girls in the living room for a drink?”

“How about this, Jen.” Christina seethed. “How about you tell your fucking airhead friends to leave me the fuck alone and get the hell out of my room before I call the land lord?”

Christina was standing now and easily stood a good 4 inches taller than her retreating roommate. As she towered over her and waved her highlighter like a switch-blade, she brushed aside her long straight blond mane and looked every bit as menacing as the best of the Disney super villainess. To make matters worse, Christina had the body that all these over-privileged daddy s débutantes seem to have; long, well muscled legs, washboard abs (thanks mostly to genetics and at least two hours in the gym a day), and perky chest that seemed to defy gravity.

“Look, Chris,” Jen said, her voice beginning to waver a bit as she backed up a couple of steps. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to come out and see what the rest of the house looked like. You board yourself up in here all day long and you never even look at the rest of us anymore. The only time I’ve even talked to you in the last week was when your Porsche was blocking the driveway and I was late for class.”

“Look, sweetie,” Christina fumed, her annoyance growing by the second. “I don’t care if you are bleeding to death and you need a ride to the hospital, the next time you come in here without knocking, I’ll call my father and have you evicted.”

Jen took another deep breath. The only way to tell if the spell had any effect on her was too start giving suggestions. It s now or never, so she might as well start off small.

“Why don’t you stand up on one leg, Christina?”

“What?” Christina was monetarily caught off guard by the randomness of Jen’s question, but quickly regained her balance. ” What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that?”

Jen’s heart sunk into her stomach at the realization that her spell didn’t seem to work at all. She was about to give up on the whole endeavor and run for safety and pray that she still had a roof over her head in the morning. Then she remembered the trigger word. She looked down at the floor and fumbled with her hands.

“Christina, are you sure you don’t want to?”

“Yes, I’m sure, you stupid bitch,” Christina said the blood raising in her face. “Look, I don’t have time for any more of your stupid shit.”

Even as she began her rant, Christina’s right foot slowly started to rise off the floor until her knee bent at a 90-degree angle. Looking like a pink lawn flamingo, she continued to lay into Jen, telling her to leave her alone and lock the door as she left. Jen couldn’t believe it, as Christina continued her little lecture; she stood there with one of her cheerleader’s Keds raised off the floor. She doesn’t even realize that she s doing it.

“And another thing, you tell your stupid boyfriend.”

“Excuse me, your highness,” Jen said, her confidence growing at the absurd sight of the prom queen yelling at her and looking like an unbalanced stork. “Why are you standing like that if you don’t want to?”

Christina’s eyes shot down her body in utter bewilderment. She was indeed standing on one foot. Angry and confused, she looked back at Jen like a cranky baby awakened from a dream. Dazed, she attempted to push her leg back down to the floor but her muscles were tight as steel cable and her stance did not change a bit.

“What-what the hell is going on?” Christina mumbled, now pushing her thigh with both hands, trying to get her leg down to its normal position. “You get the hell out of her now Jen.”

“I don’t understand, Chris,” Jen said, as smug as ever. “You said you don’t want to stand on one foot, but there aksaray escort you are standing like a god damn jack knife. Why don’t you put your foot down?”

“Fuck, you, you little bitch. ” Christina shot back, angry to the point of blowing a gasket. “I can put my leg down-if I want to.” Christina’s leg began to tremble as she again tried to push it down to the floor. She lost her balance and pitched over, falling to the carpet at an odd angle. Her short skirt rode up her hips, giving Jen a clear view of her white lacy panties. She squirmed around on the floor, her knee still bent at the same bizarre angle, trying, without success, to push her skirt back down over her hips.

Jen watched with amusement as the girl with the six figure expense account who ordered coffee directly from Sweden every morning squirmed around on the floor at her feet, cursing and trying to hide her modesty. “Alright Chris, I’m sure you want to put your foot back down.”

Instantaneously, Christina’s foot shot back down next to her other. She sat straight up with wide eyes and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs.

“What the hell is going on, what are you doing to me?” Christina whimpered, half shamed. She was now as angry as a pit bull on a short leash.

“Why don’t you come into the living room and I’ll explain it all.”

“Why don’t you go blow the rest of the rugby team?”

Jen laughed at her housemate s guile despite her position. The next few hours are going to be a ton of fun, she thought. Christina stood up and was staring to turn around before Jen’s words made her quickly spin around.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out to the living room?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure, Christina said, her legs already heading toward her bedroom door. “I think its time for you to get the hell out of my room.” Christina said this as she briskly walked past Jen and out of her room. Her voice trailed off as she realized that her legs had a mind of their own and that even the force of her stubborn will was not going to stop her from heading toward the living room. Her hands clawed at the doorframe, trying to stop her progress, but couldn’t find a finger. Jen raised her fists quickly in triumph and scurried off behind her, closing the door carefully behind her and nodding at the “stay the hell out!” message on her dry erase board.

In the living room, Christina was met by her other two roommates, Andrea and Michelle, both of whom Christina also thought of as white trash morons. The two girls were seated on the white sofa in front of a wooden kitchen chair. Both Andrea and Michelle had full glasses of red Merlot and both were dressed for bed, wearing sleepwear reserved for slumber parties. The drapes were drawn and several candles were lit, giving the room a warm semi-dark glow.

Michelle’s face lit up as Christina strode into the room. In school on an academic scholarship she had always been intimidated by her beautiful housemate, especially when Christina made her conscious of both her own wealth and Michelle’s lack of spending money. She wasn’t sure what to expect when Christina came striding into the room in an utter rage, her cheeks rosy and her fist clenched.

“I take it its working,” asked Michelle, dressed in silky cream pajamas with coral buttons and wispy elastic sleeper pants.

“What are you talking about, you stupid idiot?” Christina screamed and her two roommates, recoiled in horror. “If the two of you are both in on this, too&I swear to god you will both be out on your asses when my father finds out.”

Michelle gulped and began to start picturing moving day, as Christina’s father would no doubt evict them and watch with a huge grin on his smug face when they were delivered to student\low income housing. She was relieved when Jen came into the room with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

“Yeah, it s working, all right,” Jen said with a giggle. “Go ahead and give it a try. The spell is working perfectly. I don’t even think she is conscious of her actions.”

Andrea and Michelle looked at each other quickly and then back expectantly at Christina, who looked like an angry cartoon character whose feet were glued to the floor. She kept trying to move away from her stance in the center of the room, but her feet were frozen in place. It was Andrea who first tested the waters as Jen joined them on the couch. She looked right at Christina, who looked even madder than she had when she first strode in.

“All right, Christina, why don’t you have a seat in that chair in front of us?” Andrea said, motioning to the bar stool.

“Why don’t you all go fuck yourselves,” Christina said in a low tone, dripping with acid. “I’ve got studying to do and not any more time for this shit.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to have a seat,” said Andrea, who was dressed in an oversized nightshirt and white socks.

“Yes, I’m sure…” Christina trailed off as she sat down on the chair and crossed her legs, always 68aksarayspor.com ladylike. “I would rather spit in your stupid ass face than sit&shit.”

She realized that she was, indeed sitting in the chair as Andrea suggested. Again, her body felt like it was attached to marionette strings and some unseen hand was controlling her actions.

“Very good, Chris,” Jen said, using the name she knew really pissed off her bitchy friend. “Doesn’t it feel good to play nice?”

“Screw you Jen.”

The three girls giggled at Christina’s obvious anger and uncomfortable position. They had all been waiting for this moment since they first moved into the ice queen house earlier that semester. While Christina was beautiful, popular and always seemed to have whichever guy she wanted at her beck and call, she took a perverse pleasure in making her roommates lives miserable.

“Christina,” Michelle said after the giggling died down. “Why don’t you tell us about what happened in your bedroom with Greg last night. I heard you guys through the wall and it sounded pretty hot.”

“That is none of your god damn business,” Christina said, pressing her palms to her chest in painfully dramatic disdain. “What goes on between me and Greg is my concern, and besides, a lady never kisses and tells. Maybe if you ever had a boy in your room, you wouldn’t be so interested in my affairs.”

Michelle winced at the verbal jab. It had been awhile since she had a male caller. For Christina to call herself a lady was actually pretty funny, considering the sheer number of handsome guys who had passed through her door this year. It was well known that Christina’s house almost seemed a high-price whore-house for rich boys looking for a good time.

“Come on Christina, we re all friends here. I’m pretty sure you should tell us about it. Don’t spare the details.”

“Well, Greg and I were both pretty drunk last night,” Christina said, her cheeks coloring and her hand shooting up to her mouth. The look of confusion and anger as she described her private moment was priceless. “Oh, god why am I telling you this? I just wanted to pass out after the Delta Gamma formal, but he was kind of revved up. We made out a little in the living room before he led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down against the bedspread and pulled my dress up around my waist and sort of just pushed my underwear aside & I still don’t think this is any of your business.”

Christina was staring down at the carpet, trying desperately to avoid eye-contact. She had her hand up to her brow as if she were confessing the deepest sin imaginable.

“You’re right, Chris, this isn’t any of our business,” Jen said, sitting up straight with an excited gleam in her eyes. “But you’re sure going to tell us all about it. Now tell me, were you turned on, you know, when he was being rough?”

“Fuck you Je- I like it when guys treat me like a whore.” Christina’s tone had changed a bit, from total embarrassment to a strange sense of pride. “When he had my face against the bed, he pushed his hard cock into me and I was so wet that I could hear a juicy swishing sound when he fucked me. Then he started pulling my hair from behind and I started cumming right there. It was so dirty, but so hot just the same. When he had his fun, he pulled out and left me there with my butt in the air and all my clothes on. When he was gone, the only evidence that he had even been there was his warm stuff running down my legs. I can t believe I just told you morons that. God, I’m so embarrassed.”

Andrea and Michelle exchanged looks and giggled. While the wine was having its effect, but the blush on both girls faces was mainly caused by their prissy roommate s little tale. Jen strode over to the couch, and sat down between the other girls.

Christina had never been so humiliated in her entire little life. Not only had she divulged such an intimate secret to girls she hardly knew; she was taken aback by her sudden candor and willingness to relate all the gory details. She never ever kissed and told, even to her closest friends in the sorority house and she definitely did not use words like cock, fuck and cumming. Despite her anger, she found herself suddenly aroused by the watchful gaze of her roommates, sitting with wide eyes not four feet in front of her chair.

“And how did that make you feel, being treated like the slut that you are, Christina?” Andrea, the redhead, said with a grin. She had been waiting what seemed like her whole life to get this bitch between her sights. “Did you feel used?”

“Like I’m going to tell you that,” Christina said with a flip of her hair and a pained sigh. “I shouldn t have said what I did, and I’m not going any further.”

“Are you sure?” Michelle said, sitting forward with an expectant look on her face.

“Why do you all keep saying that-&it made me so hot and horny being used like that.” Again, Christina died a little bit as the words came tumbling out of her mouth uncontrollably. “I wanted him to come back and fuck me hard all night long. It was like I had an itch so deep inside my pussy that I couldn’t scratch.”

Andrea stood up and walked behind their unwilling conversationalist. She put her hands on her shoulders and Christina involuntarily winced as if she had been stabbed. She tried to stand up momentarily, realized that her legs would not obey and slouched back into her chair. Andrea, her oversized shirt almost swallowing up her upper arms, began to slowly rub her shoulders.

“So much tension, Chris.” Andrea said with a laugh. “I’m sure you should relax a little and stop being so angry all the time. Now tell me, do you feel all hot and bothered now after telling us about last night? I know all this wine has made my insides all fluttery.”

Christina exhaled and visibly deflated. She still looked really upset, but at least her fists weren t all balled up. She suddenly didn’t seem to mind that this girl who she saw as insignificant trash was rubbing her shoulders she didn’t even let her boyfriends do that.

“Well, whoop de doo for your insides,” Christina said, trying as hard as possible to sound angry and scary. She involuntarily crossed her legs under her short skirt and squirmed a bit on her stool. “I don’t care at all.”

“I don’t know, Chris,” Jen said, gulping down the contents of her wine goblet. “Why do you keep squirming if you’re not turned on? By the way, are you getting cold or something?”

Christina shot her back a blank stare and shrugged her shoulders. She actually felt kind of warm and cozy and rather hot and congested under her skirt. Jen motioned to the front of Christina’s thin sweater. Sure enough, her nipples were sticking straight out of the fabric like pencil erasers. Christina’s blush deepened at her obvious arousal. Now that Jen had pointed them out, it felt like her nipples were tight little points of glass; so sensitive against her sweater.

Just then, Michelle, the brunette, began unbuttoning the front of her silky pajama top. Christina was totally shocked by the sudden movement. What was she doing and why couldn’t she take her eyes away from this girl? Michelle slowly undid her top buttons and then worked her way down the silky material until all five buttons were undone. Her tan skin cut a burn between the cream silk as she pulled the material aside slightly, exposing the sides of her firm breasts. Christina had never noticed her roommate s flat and muscular abs she was always wearing baggy sweaters.

“What are you doing Michelle,” Christina said in disbelief. “What are you, some sort of dyke?”

Michelle smiled and stretched out, the silk spreading apart and revealing more of her taught breasts. Christina caught a glimpse of a hard brown nipple before it disappeared back into the silk.

“That’s not a nice thing to say at all, Christina.” Michelle scolded. “I was just feeling as hot as you are. I’ll tell you what, I’m sure you ll understand better if you take off your sweater and toss it on the floor.”

Christina’s face filled with fright as her fingers shot under her sweater and in one motion, pulled it off over her head. Andrea barely was able to pull her hands away from her shoulders before her sweater hit the floor. Mortified, Christina tried to cover herself up as she sat on display before her roommates in only her lacy white Victoria Secret bra. Her flawless breasts looked so heavy as they strained against the lace and padding, squashed together like any good Miracle Bra will do. Christina was the kind of girl who almost didn’t need a bra since her breasts were so well shaped and proportionate.

Christina began to panic as she tried to cover her shame. Why had she taken off her sweater before these idiots? If they could make her do this, what else were they capable of? She felt another electric jolt as Andrea went back to her shoulder massage, making skin on skin contact.

“Why are you so nervous, Christina,” Andrea asked, kneading a knot in her shoulder and fingering her silk bra straps. “We re all girls here. This isn’t turning you on, is it?”

“What have you done to me?” Christina murmured, holding her swelling breasts in her hands. Even though she was trying to be modest, her boobs felt so warm and soft under her fingers, her nipples so hard they ached. “I’m not a queer. I’m not into this kind of thing.”

The other girls were no longer laughing, but instead staring intently at Christina’s chest. They shot approving glances at each other and crossed and uncrossed their legs, in spite of their selves. Jen was the first to speak.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I got a little more comfortable over here,” she said, stretching and then pulling her slinky tank top up and over her head. She was left in her own lacy bra, her breasts not nearly as impressive as Christina s. “There, that’s better. It feels so nice to get that itchy thing off. Do me a favor, Chris, honey. Tell me what you see as I get the rest of these clothes off.”

“No&”

“I’m sure you want to, Chris.” Jen said with an evil look on her face. She was already standing up and unbuttoning her jean shorts. “Tell me what you see.”

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My girlfriend Sarah and I met in our junior year of college and immediately fell in love with each other. We shared all the same interests and even majored in business together. After college I took a job as a sales rep while she got a job as a manager at a local department store. The only bad part of my job was the amount I had to travel, I always wanted to take Sarah with me, and one day I got the perfect opportunity. Sarah had an older sister, Kelly who lived in Santa Barbra, which was the same place I was going to be sent for a week. I called Kelly to see if we could stay with her and then told Sarah the good news. She was overjoyed to be able to see her sister, and I couldn’t have been happier for her.

I had never met Kelly, but the way Sarah described her they were polar opposites, even in the way they looked. Sarah had red hair, was about 5’2″, 105 pounds, and had a great figure but her defining feature was her massive 34-d’s. Kelly on the other hand was blond, 5’8″ 120 pounds, and from pictures I have seen had fairly small tits. She was very attractive, and I couldn’t wait to finally meet her in person.

Kelly was going to pick us up from the airport but our flight arrived 2 hours earlier than we expected. Instead of calling Kelly we decided to get a rental car and surprise her. We got to her house a half hour later, and started to unpack the car when we herd moaning come from behind the fence. We peered through to see Kelly laying face down on a pool chair with her ass in the air getting pounded by the biggest cock I had ever seen. We quickly looked away but by the look on Sarah’s face the damage was already done, she was amazed with that massive cock!

She was a virgin when we met, and always told me my 6″ cock satisfied her. I didn’t doubt her, and seriously what woman wouldn’t what to try a cock like that at least once, I couldn’t fault her for being so turned on. We waited a few minuets and then knocked on the door, Kelly answered in shock to see use so early. Kelly and Sarah hugged and quickly began catching up.

“I thought you weren’t coming until later?” Kelly asked

“We caught an early flight and decided to surprise you. This is Eric.” Sarah said introducing me

“It’s so great to see you, and finally meet your boyfriend; you didn’t tell me he was so handsome.” Kelly said with a wink.

“You’re to kind.” I said extending my hand towards her.

“Oh we don’t shake hands, come here and give me a hug.” She quickly threw her arms around me and pressed herself against me. It was a little awkward with what I had just seen; I tried to pretend like it didn’t happen.

“And who is this?” Sarah said looking across the room.

“This is Josh; we have been going out for a couple months now.” Kelly replied

“Well it’s nice to meet you Josh.” Sarah said scanning up and down his body.

“I suppose you guys want to get settled in, Ill start making supper and we can eat by the pool.” Kelly said as she showed us to our room.

A while later Kelly called us out by the pool, we had a delicious dinner, and started having a few drinks afterwards. We got to talking and eventually told them we saw them by the pool earlier. I thought it would be awkward, but Kelly didn’t seem to mind, in fact she was quite turn on by the idea.

“You guys want to go for a swim?” Kelly asked

“Sure, we’ll go change into our suits.” Sarah replied

“Nonsense, you have already seen us, and we are all adults here.”

Sarah and I just looked at each other, I could tell Sarah wanted to, just to get another look at that cock, and I didn’t mind checking out Kelly. We both nodded yes and a split second later Kelly was up and out of her cloths, and into the pool. Josh wasn’t far behind; he threw off his shirt and pants, then the underwear. He was defiantly a good looking guy, broad shoulders, well toned muscles, and of course the huge cock to top it all off. After that Sarah quickly stripped down relieving her massive tits, I could tell Josh was interested and frankly what guy wouldn’t be. He stared at her as she walked over to the pool and sat down, I watched as his cock started to grow, and then realized the truly massive size. It was at least 10″ long and probably 2″ thick, Kelly caught Sarah and I watching it.

“Big isn’t it? That cock will rock your world.” Kelly said with a smile. I should have known what she was going to say next, but I never expected it. “Why don’t you give it a go little sis?”

“What, he’s your boyfriend and I have a boyfriend, I couldn’t . . . could I?” She said. All three looked at me, I should have said no and stood my ground, but I could tell Sarah really wanted this I didn’t want to stop her.

“As long as you don’t run off and marry him.” I said in a joking tone

“Really?” Sarah asked

“Sure.” I replied.

“Well, in that case, it looks like your all mine, now get out of those cloths and get over here.” Kelly said getting out of the pool. I nodded ok, undressed and walked over to where Kelly was now sitting. She eagerly mersin escort took my already hard cock in her hand and started stroking it. I thought I would have been intimidated by Josh but for some reason I wasn’t, actually, watching Sarah get so turned on was turning me on.

Sarah was now kneeling down in front of Josh, his cock looking her right in the face. She grabbed a hold if it with both hands and started working back and forth. Next, she wrapped her lip’s around and took it as deep as she could, slightly choking on it.

“Easy sis you hurt your self before you get to the best part.” Kelly said still stroking my dick.

“MmmHmm.” Was all Sarah managed to say before she was back on his dick.

I soon felt Kelly’s mouth on my cock; she easily took the entire thing and worked her tongue around it. It was the most incredible blowjob I had ever got, Sarah wasn’t bad, but Kelly clearly had a lot more practice. After a couple minuets Kelly stopped and motioned me to lay down on a lounge chair, I eagerly did. Kelly then straddled me and lowered herself onto my awaiting cock, letting out a soft moan as she slid down. After a couple seconds she began ridding me like her personal sex toy, I couldn’t say it didn’t feel good.

Not to be outdone, Sarah stopped sucking and laid down on another chair, Josh soon positioned himself in front of her. I watched as his massive prick started pushing against her wet pussy. “Oh please, fuck me with that big dick.” Sarah pleaded as the tip slowly started to disappear inside of her. He pushed deeper and deeper until the entire cock was buried inside her tiny cunt, she moaned and squirmed around as her body adapted to this new sensation.

“Wow, she took the whole thing, impressive.” Kelly said, still bouncing on my dick. “You want to try something fun? You want to fuck me in the ass?”

“Yeah.” I said with a smile “I’ve never done that before.”

“Let me grab some lube.” Kelly said and walked into the house.

Now my attention was back on Sarah, Josh had started long slow thrusts, shaking her body with every push. Then, after a few moments he began to go faster and faster until all his energy was being forced into her cunt. She clawed wildly at the seat screaming “I’m cumming, I’m Cumming” in a mix of almost pained moans and panting. Sarah was making sounds I had never heard her make before. Josh continued pounding her feverously for a couple minuets, and then pulled out; they switched positions with Josh lying down and Sarah on top. She didn’t hesitated to jump back on his cock and ride him like there was no tomorrow.

“Damn, I could hear you two inside the house.” Kelly said walking through the sliding glass door. “Let’s see if we can beat them and wake the whole neighborhood.” She whispered as she got next to me, I just smirked and started rubbing the lube on my cock. We switched positions with Kelly now on her hands and knees; I smeared some lube onto her puckered hole. I slowly inserted a finger and felt around inside, then another until she was loosened up. “Don’t be gentle, I can take it.” That was all I needed, I positioned my dick and jammed it straight in. She let out a scream, but I just kept going, fucking her ass raw. I kept picturing that massive dick ripping Sarah in two, which just made me pound Kelly harder and harder, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

“Oh god, Oh god” Kelly kept screaming as my cock ravaged her ass, “I’m going to cum!” Her body convulsed in a massive orgasm and she collapsed onto the chair. “Wow, that was incredible.” She said winded.

“You’re not bad yourself.” I said sitting down beside her. Just then Sarah let out a scream and our attention was focused back on them. They had changed positions so that Sarah was on here knees with her ass in the air and Josh fucking her from behind. It was a magnificent sight to see, that massive cock pushing into her tiny body, I could never imagine what that had to feel like until Kelly dropped a bomb on me.

She could see me watching his cock intently and she got an idea. “He’s bisexual you know.”

“What?” I said as if I didn’t understand her

“He’s Bi, you know, he likes to fuck guys to.” She said with a wink

“What makes you think I would care about that?” I questioned

“Oh come on, every guy has thought about it, and there isn’t anything hotter for a women than seeing her guy get fucked.”

Of course I had thought about gay sex, most guys have, and I would be lying if I said I never put a finger or two up my ass in the shower. I never thought I was bi, but I was getting pretty turned on by watching Josh, and you could defiantly do worse for a first time. I looked back at Kelly and said “Well. . .” and that was all I had to say before a smile spread across her face. She got up and tapped Josh on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear, and then into Sarah’s. They both stopped and looked over at me, and I suddenly got very nervous.

Sarah got up and walked over first. “You really wanna do this?”

“I mugladh.com guess we are both trying new things.” I replied. A huge smile grew across her face.

“This is going to be fun, I have always wanted to see guys get fucked, and by a dick like that is just icing on the cake.”

I could tell she was very excited about it, I guess Kelly was right; some women like to see a guy get fucked, and just like that I went from nervous to excited. Kelly and Josh soon walked over, I sat up in my seat, and my heart started racing as his cock got closer and closer to my face, until he was just inches away. Sarah and Kelly both sat down beside us.

“Go on, touch it.” Kelly said. I reached up and grabbed it with one hand, and to my amazement my fingers didn’t touch. I started long slow strokes, getting a feel for the true size of it. “Now suck it.” Sarah blurted out, clearly excited. I quickly glanced over at them, they nodded and I slowly brought my mouth to the head. The musty smell filled my senses; I wrapped my lips around the enormous head and brought it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I held it for a few seconds and then started sucking it, each time taking it further down my throat.

“Oh yeah, you suck that cock like a pro.” Kelly said.

I heard him start to moan, and soon his hand was on the back of my head, guiding me along, so I guess I was doing something right. After a few more minuets of sucking he pulled his cock away.

“Careful, your going to make me cum before we get to the good part.” He said looking down at me.

“Looks like you have done that before.” Kelly said as she moved closer to us, now why don’t you get on your knees and bend over.” I quickly did as I was told. “Why don’t we warm that ass up, we don’t what it to hurt too much.” She squirted some lube onto my awaiting asshole; one finger started working its way in, then another, and another until she had all four in there. It felt incredible and just made me want that cock even more.

Kelly pulled her fingers out, and I suddenly felt his cock start to push against my virgin ass. “Just relax.” Kelly kept saying as she gently stroked my back. He continued pushing until my ass wrapped around his giant dick, and just like that he was in. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and if it felt this good for Sarah I could see why she wanted it so badly. Josh kept pushing until half his cock was buried inside of me, then he started long slow strokes going deeper with each.

“Wow, he almost took the entire thing.” Kelly exclaimed

I looked over to see both Kelly and Sarah rubbing their clits staring intently on the monster that was now was completely inside my ass. He held it in for a second before starting to really work my ass. His thrusting became more melodic, and kept increasing in speed. He now had a hold of my hips; I grabbed the sides of the lounge chair, and let out a long moan of pleasure and agony as he ravaged my ass. I managed to look over at Sarah who was in as much shock as I was, after all its not everyday you watch you boyfriend get pounded in the ass.

After a few more minuets of fucking Josh stopped for a breather, and I needed one too. “Wow, now that is amazing.” Kelly exclaimed “I never thought you would be able to take the whole thing, it took me a solid week just to take half of it.”

“I guess you just got to be motivated.” I replied back, now sitting upright in the chair.

“I wanna try.” Sarah said walking over to us. “Ill warm up with Eric and then move to Josh.”

“Are you sure, I mean a pussy is one thing, but in your tiny virgin ass, that would be a sight see.” Kelly said

“I’m positive. Now fuck me!” Sarah said in a forceful tone. I had never seen her like this, and I have to say, it was an incredible turn on. Sarah threw a towel on the ground and got on her knees with her ass in the air, I quickly got up and smeared some lube on her ass and began working a finger in, and she was incredibly tight. “Just fuck me.” She said in almost a whimper. I did as she asked and jammed my cock straight into her virgin ass. She let out a loud yelp; I gave her a second to adjust and then started fucking. She quickly became accustom to my cock and was ready to move on.

I pulled my cock out and Sarah immediately turned around and wrapped her mouth around my cock. “Mmm, let me taste my ass.” She moaned as she milked my dick. By now we were all in fevered sexual state, and Josh was itching to fuck that ass.

Sarah moved back into position, Josh knelt down and positioned his giant dick against her puckered asshole. I felt exactly what she was going through as the head forced its way in. She winced as it traveled deeper inside her, she started long slow moans, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, I knelt down in the same position and passionately kissed her. We continued kissing as Josh started thrusting his cock. Sarah shook as he traveled deeper until she had also taken the entire dick. I had no idea where it all went inside her; it must have damn near been in her stomach. She couldn’t take any more and her body bucked wildly in orgasm as Josh continued pounding. Sarah and I continued kissing when Josh stopped I wondered what happened, and then my question was answered.

His cock ripped into my ass, I felt his balls slap against my legs. My eyes grew wide and the surprise of it made my head fall to the ground. With out remorse Josh started hammering away, and just as soon as it started it stopped and he moved back to Sarah who was ready and waiting unlike me and her ass easily swallowed her cock. He continued switch back and forth between us for a few minuets until stopping to take a rest. Sarah and I quickly turned around and traded off sucking our juices from his cock. It was easily the most incredible experience we had ever shared, but it wasn’t over yet.

Kelly had gone into the house and came out holding something, I couldn’t tell what it was at first but then I figured it out, two massive strap on dildos.

“What are those for?” I asked, knowing full well what she planned to do.

“Oh I think you know.” She said with a smirk and handed one to Sarah who immediate put it on.

I didn’t grasp the size of them until I saw it hanging around Sarah’s tiny body. They had to be at least a foot long and wider than Josh’s cock.

“I don’t know if I can take something that big.” I said in a worried tone.

“Don’t worry man, if you can take my cock you can take these, and it is incredible.” Josh said as he watched Kelly harness up the dildo.

“You’ve done this before?” I asked

“All the time and I can take a lot more than one of those.” Josh replied. I couldn’t imagine what something bigger than that would feel like.

“Yeah, this whore could take both of these without a sweat.” Kelly said walking over to us with the massive dildo swinging between her legs. “But we will start off slow and work our way up to that.” I suddenly got nervous again.

Josh quickly assumed the position on his knees and Kelly lined up behind him, then without any hesitation she plowed into him. I couldn’t believe my eyes, without any warm up he took the entire thing like nothing. “Told you he was a whore. Now it’s your turn.” She said pointing to the ground next to him. I too assumed the position and Kelly pulled out of him and started her way into my ass. Sarah eagerly jumped behind Josh and jammed her cock in and started fucking.

Meanwhile Kelly had worked half of the massive dildo inside me, she went slow, allowing me to get used to it, and once she had it as deep as she could go, the flood gates opened. She fucked me as hard if not harder than Josh had, and she had no mercy. At first I begged her to stop, but as she kept going it turned into don’t stop, I was officially hooked on anal. Sarah and Kelly soon swapped, and Sarah wasn’t any gentler. After pounding our asses into submission they stopped and we all took a break.

“You what to see something really cool?” Kelly asked us. Sarah and I both nodded our heads yes. Kelly laid down on the lounge chair and Josh straddle her. He quickly worked the dildo into his ass, and they where now laying face to face with Kelly slowly pounding his ass.

“Now it’s your turn Sarah.” Kelly said

“But there is no way we will both fit.” She said a little concerned

“Don’t you worry about that, just slowly work it in, he can take it.”

Sarah did as she was told, and to both of our amazement his ass began to take the other dildo. He moaned a little as Sarah pushed harder until the head of the dildo popped in, it quickly traveled deep into his ass. His moaning turned into heavy breathing as the two began to thrust their fake cocks in and out of his now loose ass. Kelly motioned me over to her, and immediately took my cock and started sucking. My attention was again focused on the huge dildos destroying Josh’s ass and when I looked down again I was surprised to see Josh’s mouth around my dick. I was startled at first, but it felt just as good so I started ramming it down his throat, and then switching back to Kelly until they finished fucking him.

By now I couldn’t think of anything else we could do, but I guess Kelly had other ideas.

“Switch places with Josh.” She commanded

“But there is no way I could take all that, it’s impossible.” I said

“Don’t worry, it’s easy, I’ll help and they will go slow.” Josh replied.

I looked back at Sarah who had a big smile across her face. “Come on baby, how many opportunities like this do you get, just imagine what it will feel like.” She said as she stroked her fake cock.

I was a little scared, but it quickly subsided once I though about how it would feel. It only took a second after that for me to straddle Kelly and jam the dildo into me. I bounced up and down letting my ass loosen up before lying down onto Kelly’s chest. Sarah squirted more lube onto my ass and then I felt the massive head start to push against me. I tried to relax my ass as much I could, and to my astonishment I felt it opening up, the head was now almost half way in. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath and it slide in even more. My ass was now stretched to the breaking point, I began panting heavily.

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I drove home, unable to focus on anything. Anything, however, did not include the sexual affair that I just video taped between my ex wife and her yoga instructor. Or, should I say, the sex tape that the yoga instructor started and I finished. The camera sat in the driver seat next to me, my life ready to protect it at all costs. I probably would have taken a bullet for it.

After realizing I missed my turn 2 blocks ago, I doubled back and parked in front of my house. I looked at my watch, unable to believe that just ten minutes ago, I was watching Beth’s asshole, my ex wife’s “bunny hole,” drip her yoga instructors semen. Sure, I may have been hidden in a closet behind a one way mirror the instructor set up. And no, they did not realize my presence, just as Beth did not realize her sexual affair, her “yoga” lesson, was being recorded.

It started from a simple Skype call that did not get dropped and it led to me watching my ex wife have Friday night nookie wither her husband, Saturday morning alone time pleasuring herself, and then Saturday afternoon time with Mr. Yoga. I’ve heard of life changing experiences, and any one of the afore mentioned voyeuristic activities would have been enough for my life. I had hit the voyeur trifecta.

After walking into the house, I dropped the camera in my office. Then, zipping upstairs, I went to check on the status of my open ended Skype call with my ex wife. The one my son turned off from the television, only leaving the television on standby and the camera still running. As I never dropped the call, the feed from the camera stayed live all night and morning. I couldn’t wait to watch the recordings.

Into my room I ran, excited for another possible round of nighttime voyeuristic activities. Instead, I stopped in my tracks, staring at the television like I had lost a close friend.

“No Internet Connection.”

Fucking Com Piece of Crap Cast. Of all times to interrupt my signal. I reset the television, desperate to restore my connection. The internet had been restored, apparently long ago, but the call was lost forever. I was crushed. The journey was coming to an end.

In less than 24 hours, I had become addicted to a drug I couldn’t buy. My ex wife. Her beauty. Her nudity. Her sexual explorations and romps, both with her husband, and without. I lay back on the bed, sad, but also happy, thinking of the rare moments that I would forever be able to treasure. The DVR was a wonderful thing.

I suppose I could call my son Tom and try to recreate the entire string of events. But, it was such a random occurrence, such a happenstance. It wasn’t like he had a weekly appointment to forget his shoes and call me in a panic. I could try again next year, but I’d have to remember to hide his shoes. I made a mental note.

I began to focus on the camera recording. I suppose I might be able to use it against Beth, perhaps black mail her into some sexual favors. Maybe even my own yoga class, as the instructor, helping her with her Downward Dog. It could get a little messy, having to explain how I recorded her. But hell, that would probably be the last of her worries.

Her yoga class. Now that was a bit funny. I pictured how Ken would react when he found the camera gone. I laughed, imaging the look on his face as he stared into the closet, noticing my semen on the one way mirror. There was certainly no sneaking back for another show. If he even risked another show.

I sat up. Another show. That was fucking it! I had to get back, to somehow confront Ken. To blackmail Him into letting me watch. He certainly would not want the police involved. The publicity. I absolutely had a solid plan. The cable company may have let me down, but Ken, he was going to let me up.

I ran back down the stairs, desperate to get back. I was flipping out at the brilliance. There was no chance I was going to take the camera back as evidence, as leverage. Ken would probably kick the shit out of me if he somehow thought he could recover it. So, that was not going to happen.

Every single light seemed to be red. I looked at my watch, thinking maybe two hours had gone by. Instead, just over fifteen. My mind raced over the possibilities of another show, in the closet, watching my ex wife pull down her pants. Ogling at her nursing breasts. Masturbating to her violation.

Driving through the last two red lights, I made it to the small strip mall. I parked in the middle as close as I could and got out, jogging slightly. Past the various stores, up to the Panera Bread, reaching the corner, turning, wondering how I should best start the conversation.

“Heyyy!”

I had just slammed into a lady, almost knocking her over. Her hands stretched out, shielding herself from the man in front of her. I stopped,, backing away, focussing on the sight in front of me. A black coat, initially held closed by the woman, now draped open. A tight fitting pair of turquoise yoga pants clung to her sexy legs, displaying her camel toe as yoga pants always do. The small bra-like top outlined a pair of magnificent hatay escort breasts, nipples slightly visible behind the fabric. My eyes stopped, knowing exactly what I was looking at.

“Jesus, Peter. What the hell is your problem?”

Beth, my ex wife, stood before me. She had just left her one hour sexcapade and her face looked it. Her makeup was inconsistently spread on her lips and face, slightly smeared. Her hair was frazzled and unkempt. Slamming shut her coat, Beth gave me an earful.

“Don’t you look at me like that, you perv.”

The little, inadvertent show was nothing compared to the porn video I just made of her. Thirty minutes earlier, Beth was practically letting me suck the milk from her tits. Now, she was fuming at the invasion of privacy that just took place. Her anger made me react in a way I might not have otherwise.

“That’s a pretty wild outfit. What were you doing?”

Beth stood still, holding her long coat tight against her body. My pleasant conversation wasn’t being very well received.

“It’s a fucking yoga outfit. What do you think I was doing?”

I smiled, looking at her eyes. Sensing just a hint of post orgasmic bliss floating around inside of them. I couldn’t help myself and tried to push her buttons a bit more with my natural charm and wit.

“Fucking yoga. Or maybe, yoga fucking.”

Beth’s face seemed to flinch at my tame twist of words that came out of her own mouth. But, she made it too easy. Her tone made me want to put her in her place.

“That’s real funny, asshole. Get out of my way. You are such a fucking loser. I’m so glad I divorced you.”

With that, Beth walked around me. I probably would have just let her go, but that last statement hurt a little more than I would have liked.

“I liked the white pants and blue top better.”

Beth twirled, shocked at my statement. The ability of me to know what she was wearing this morning was impossible. The shock and surprise almost erased her anger and hatred.

“What did you just say?”

I looked at her directly in the face, somewhat more confident in the things I could and couldn’t say to her with the knowledge that I had. They say knowledge is power. They are right.

“While you played with yourself this morning….”

I wanted to continue with “…in the ass…” but Beth didn’t let me finish. Here eyes were wide, almost scared. She stepped back in dismay at my statement.

“Are you spying on me?”

I didn’t answer her question, instead marveled at the indirect admission.

“Oh…So you were…”

Beth realized the trap she walked into, that I was just clearly toying with her, being the asshole she thought I was. I never spoke to her in such a manner, so that was perhaps the initial fear. But mostly, the fear came from the fact that I was correct. Beth played it off like she was on to my game.

“Yea, right, in your dreams. You’re fucking sick. Tom doesn’t deserve you as a dad. I’m telling my lawyer about this.”

Beth turned and walked towards her car just across the aisle. She practically ran. I called after her after, barely resisting the urge to just yell her secret out to the world around.

“Well, make sure you tell him where your fingers were when I called!”

With that, Beth got into her car and slammed the door. Backing out, she turned and gave me the middle finger, mouthing the intent of the gesture as she drove off. Fuck me? No, fuck You, Beth. Fuck You.

Christ, one moment you have happy plans and are ready to take on the world. The next moment, you run into your ex wife, and the world collapses on top of you. That is a tremendous skill that Beth has, and I was finding it difficult to get away from. I returned to my task at hand, realizing the need to rush was no longer upon me. I’d most likely find Ken upstairs.

I walked up the steps, listening, expecting Ken to come running down the hall looking for a masked man with a camera. Instead, at the top, I found an empty hall. Silence. I walked to the end, stood outside his studio door, and listened. I thought I could hear a faint yelling.

Pushing open the door, a loud conversation could be heard coming from Ken’s office. I walked towards the door and listened, curious to his mood and what he was revealing.

“Bullshit, Ed, don’t give me that. I know you came to my office today. Don’t ask me how I know. You know how I know!”

A pause. Ken was apparently accusing one of his friends of being the semen bandit. I had to commend him on his sleuth like efforts, but “You know how I know” was probably not something Sherlock Holmes would strategize around. I opened the door, bracing myself for the various possibilities. Ken was sitting at his desk, apparently still not fully dressed from his recent endeavors. He was shirtless.

“Who are you? We’re closed. I can’t talk now.”

Ken was short with me, unconcerned at the stranger appearing in his office after an apparent recent crime. Sherlock would definitely be disappointed. Ken retuned to confronting Ed. harshatayota.com I looked at him, speaking loud to make sure he heard me.

“I’M THE GUY WITH YOUR CAMERA.”

Ken paused, staring at me in shocked acknowledgment. He hung up on Ed without even saying goodbye. He stood up.

“Now stay behind that desk, or I’m out of here.”

I failed to think about Ken beating the shit out of me, before I could speak, as a possibility. I might have gotten the better of him if I was brandishing some type of lethal weapon, which unfortunately, I was not.

“Who the hell are you? And how did you get my camera?”

Ken was not quite as mad as he was a moment ago, yelling at Ed. His mystery had been solved. Now, he just needed it to be resolved, with him receiving the camera.

“Sit down and I’d be happy to get it back to you.”

With those words, Ken seemed to relax. He sat down, eager to hear what I had to say.

“Fine, I’m sitting.”

True to his word, Ken sat down. His eyes couldn’t hide the anger that still swelled within him, despite the calm appearance he may have put forth.

“So, first question I have is, how many tapes are there?”

Ken shifted a little, not liking the direction of the conversation. He paused, thinking of an answer. One seemed to form in his mind as he spoke.

“Listen, it was just a little fun I was having… with my girlfriend. We just do it…for fun.”

Ken may have been fit and strong, but he was not very smart. “It was a little fun…that they do for fun…” Great. I had to be a bit careful. Stupid people can be manipulated, but they are also dangerous. They never know how stupid they are until they get everyone killed around them.

“Fun for fun. I got it. But, I’m having a hard time believing you, as you are already lying to me. She is not your girlfriend. She is my ex-wife.”

Ken seemed legitimately scared at my statement. I was someone who had a personal relationship with the woman who just left. Ken associated “ex-wife” with love, caring, and protection. Like I said, he was fairly stupid.

“Man, ok, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. You can keep the camera. It’s yours. But, come on, I need the card.”

Yes, the card. Not a tape, but a memory stick. My age was showing.

“Let me change my first question. How many CARDS are there?”

Ken shifted again, knowing he was caught.

“Just a couple. They’re nothing, really, just, well, some yoga stuff.”

I felt like a principal talking to a high school kid, desperate to get out of trouble, who was not able to find the words to do so.

“Listen Ken, I either go to the police, or you can give me any other cards that you have. Got it? I really don’t want you to get in trouble, I just can’t risk having any cards floating around. So, go get them, wherever they are, and I’ll just wait here. The sooner you do it, the sooner this nightmare is over.”

Ken looked at me and sighed. He stood up slowly, almost looking relieved. Then, turning to the closet, ho opened the door and walked in. I was left alone in his office and looked around. I stared at the yoga chart behind the desk, recognizing a few of the poses Beth performed for him. I leaned forward wondering what other poses she could possibly perform that were more erotic than what I saw today. God, there were some pretty obscene ways that women posed. An unbelievably obscene one stood out. I looked at the name. “Happy Baby.” I don’t know what was more perverted, the names, or the poses.

The door opened and Ken returned with a Yoga shoebox. I looked at it, wondering why he needed a shoebox to keep just a few memory cards of Beth. He looked at me, reluctant to give it to me once the deed had to actually be done.

“What are you going to do?”

Ken, I suppose, wanted some of his own reassurances.

“I’m going to burn them.”

Yea, right, I’m going to burn them. Rather, I was going to burn them into my mind. If they were half as exciting as what I saw today, they would be twice as exciting as anything I’d seen before. Ken seemed to accept my plan, almost happy to relieve himself of the criminal burden he held on to.

“Alright, here they are.”

I took the box and opened it. My eyes stared not at a few memory cards sliding around, but rather, a tightly packed box with envelopes standing upright from left to right. Some were a bit more worn than others, with crumpled edges or torn tops. Still, they all seemed in order with a few number tabs sticking up to separate them.

“What the hell is this? Where are the cards?”

Ken looked at me like I was now the idiot.

“In the envelopes. Beth is number 62. It’s all there, I swear. I’m glad to be getting rid of the crap. If my fiance ever found it, I’d be dead.”

Beth is number 62. There had to be about a hundred plus envelopes, apparently in sequential order. He wasn’t just giving me Beth, he was giving me all of the cards. Like I had asked. Like an idiot. I grabbed one, saw the number 23 on the front, and opened it. 7, count them, 7 memory cards were in the envelope. Some of them 30 gig in size. Carefully, I put it back in it’s place. Ken looked suddenly looked at me, frantic.

“Wait. Can I have 39?”

I looked at him oddly.

“She’s my fiance… I just… well…thought…”

I understood his plight. Some day, they might come in handy if she divorced him. I certainly wished I had such a recording of Beth and her younger years. I flipped through the envelopes and found 39. It was well worn and open, revealing at least 14 cards inside. I slipped three cards from Miss 39 into the bottom of the box by tilting the envelope, as though I was still looking. Then, I pulled it out and handed it to him.

“Thanks. I appreciate it. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, I’ll do whatever I can.”

Looking over his shoulder I remembered the poster. The poses on the wall. So many to chose from. So many erotic positions of the Karma Sutra. My eyes wandered and then stopped. I smiled.

“Does Beth know the Happy Baby?”

…

I drove home in a good mood having found a new friend. A new best friend. Ken was almost more excited about my plan than I was. He even offered a few friendly suggestions, apparently finding a huge weight had been lifted with the 40 years in a federal prison now in my hands. I didn’t tape them, so I felt a little less bothered by the legal implications.

I did start to worry, however, driving next to a police officer, forcing my eyes ahead. The box was sitting next to me, reminding me of the consequences. What if Ken had a change of heart, telling the police I had some how been involved. Possession was nine tenths of the law. I saw my bank at the corner, just a few blocks from my home, and pulled in. Luckily, they were open from noon to 4pm on Saturdays. I had just made it. I upgraded my safety deposit box size and put the cards safely in a small safe with my passport and other knick knacks I felt compelled to store securely. I left feeling much better about the situation.

Walking out of the bank, Ken texted me. My new buddy.

“She cant tomor. 10 tues. get here by 930. lemme know.”

Well, it meant a personal day. I couldn’t think of a better reason or anything more personal. I suppose Sunday was a little quick, Beth needing time to recover. Maybe even be a mother and wife for a day. Her priorities seemed a little off, so I couldn’t begrudge her trying to make up for them — in her own mind.

I went home, regretting that I didn’t take at least a couple envelopes to see what the subject matter was. But, I was in possession of a prized one, at home, inside the camera. Plus, I had the two recordings from Beth’s bedroom. I had more material than I would have thought possible.

I ran inside like a kid running down the stairs to find their presents Christmas morning. I grabbed the memory card from the camera, seeing that it also had 30 gigs of storage. My mind was wild with thoughts and positions I was hoping to find Beth in. Almost sprinting to my computer. I slipped it in, waited for my computer to recognize it, and opened the folders.

One file. Dated today. Nothing more. I tried to be strong, like the boy telling his grandmother how much he loved the new lego set, even though he stopped playing with them years ago. I had to appreciate what I had. I brought the laptop computer up to my bedroom and watched, several times, the debauchery of the day. If it wasn’t for the lotion, my penis probably would have caught fire.

Tuesday morning could not come quick enough for me. Despite going to bed somewhat late Monday, spending more time on prep work than I thought necessary, I woke up one hour before my alarm. My excitement was so great that I don’t even know that I actually slept for more than two hours, lying in bed all night, thinking nervously about 10am. Six in the morning did not seem early when, in just four hours, my ex wife would be putting on a naked yoga show for me.

I sat at Denny’s for about two hours, eager to get out of the house. It was going to be a grand slam of a morning, so I figured a grand slam meal was in order. I made sure everything was in order. Camera fully charged. Memory card clean and full. My outfit, soft and ready for easy access. My hair was perfect. My mind was focussed. I left a $50 bill, happy with the knowledge that the next couple of hours were going to be priceless.

Ken was all smiles when we met.

“Hey. Ready?”

He sounded as excited as I felt. We talked briefly, Ken showing me the bag of fresh supplies that he bought for the morning. We walked into the studio, looking things over, the layout, the matt that was much larger than yesterdays, positioned in just the right location. As we talked, Ken’s phone chirped. We both looked at the screen. There was an icon of a woman, bent over, in a thong. I recognized Beth immediately. He read the text out loud.

“On my way. New Outfit! Hooray!!! XOXO. E.”

So, we had three overly excited parties, all for different reasons. Ken walked with me back to his office and into the walk-in closet. There in front of me was the 3 foot by 6 foot cutout that I stood behind a few days ago, watching Ken abuse Beth through a one way mirror. Ken looked also.

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My Girlfriend’s Daughter Ch. 01

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My Girlfriends Daughter The First Time

Tina, my girlfriend, lives some distance from me and we usually see each other every other weekend. One weekend when we weren’t due to meet, Tina’s daughter Sam had asked if she could stay at my place one Saturday night as she had been invited to a party by one of her old Uni friends who happened to live nearby and wouldn’t be able to drive home as she would be drinking. I told her she was more than welcome and I would be pleased to see her.

Sam arrived around four on the Saturday afternoon. Her party started at seven thirty but she arrived early so she had time for a bath and to get herself ready. When I let her in, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for letting her stay. After a short chat to catch up, I showed her to the spare bedroom and told her to make herself at home and left her to it.

Just before seven, she came clonking down the stairs and found me in the lounge watching TV.

She stood before me and asked, “Well, how do I look?”

“Wow Sam you look absolutely stunning,” I said. And she really did.

Sam is twenty two, about five foot one, quite slim, with long blond hair and was a very attractive girl. She was wearing a little black dress, quite short showing off her slim lightly tanned legs, and on her feet, black high heeled shoes.

I told her to take a spare door key which I had left on the table for her, in case she was late getting back, and told her to have a good time. With that, there was a beep outside which signalled the arrival of her taxi. So giving me a quick peck on the cheek, she was gone.

Sometime around midnight I heard her stumble in the front door. I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge and called out, “Have a good time?”

She came plodding through and seeing me on the sofa plonked herself down at the opposite end, looking a little worse for wear.

“Yeah, it was a good night thank you,” She said, slurring her words slightly.

“These new shoes are killing me though,” She said, as she swung her legs round to lay her feet in my lap.

“Do me a favour and take them off for me, would you, please,” She asked.

Gently removing her shoes she sighed, “Oh, that’s so much better. Would a foot massage be to much to ask?” she said, giggling, as she wiggled her little toes.

“I think I could manage that for you,” I said, taking her right foot in my hands.

Having a bit of a fetish for feet, I was more than willing. The problem was I was only wearing my bath robe with nothing underneath, after taking a shower earlier. I wasn’t expecting this.

Looking down at her sweet little feet with the nails painted red, running my hands and fingers all over them, was having an effect on my cock.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” Sam said, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

“But don’t forget the other one,” She said, with another giggle.

Moving my hands to her other foot as I let the other one drop to my lap, her eyes shot open as she lifted her head.

“What’s that I can feel, under my foot?” She questioned, with a knowing grin on her face.

“Oh yeah, of course,” She continued, ‘Mum told me about your fetish, not that I really know what a foot fetish is all about though”

“Do you like to feel them on your cock?” She asked.

“Err… well, yes,” I replied, sheepishly, a little embarrassed.

“What else do you like doing to them, do you like kissing them?” She asked, as she lifted her right foot up towards my face.

“I rather think you know, don’t you,” I said, starting to realise she knew more than she was admitting.

As I pulled çanakkale escort her foot towards my mouth, supporting it with one hand, and running my other hand up her silky smooth calf, I started licking her little toes. Sucking each toe in turn and licking between them. I felt my cock stiffen under my robe.

“I’m starting to think perhaps I have the same fetish, that’s so erotic,” said Sam, staring at me as I gave her other foot the same treatment.

While my tongue was licking between her toes, I looked up between Sam’s legs and could just glimpse her little red panties. Sam was now rubbing her foot over my covered penis.

“Get your cock out John, I want to play with it,” she said.

I pulled my robe open and my cock popped out. With a gasp from Sam.

‘”Oh… my god,” She said, truly surprised.

“That’s really big. So thick,” She said, with an element of lust in her voice.

She started gently running her toes of her right foot up my shaft. Her other foot resting near my balls.

“That is really turning me on, Oh, and look at all that pre cum dripping from your knob, I can feel my pussy getting wet,” She said, as she swung her legs off of the sofa and stood up.

Standing in front of me with her back towards me, she told me to unzip her dress which I did without hesitation, revealing the soft skin of her back. As her dress dropped to her hips, she wriggled and pushed it to the floor. I ran my hands up her back to her shoulders, and back down again as I took in the sight of this gorgeous little creature.

Her little red panties didn’t do much to hide the crease of her bum. I ran my hands down the sides of her legs and continued right down, which brought my head close to her lower back. I kissed her sweet, soft, skin just above her panties, revelling in the smell of her fragrant body. She groaned with pleasure and I raised my hands to unclasp her Bra… there was no objection. She pulled her Bra off and dropped it on the floor.

“I’m afraid my boobs aren’t very big,” She said, as if apologising.

Still sitting behind her as she stood, with her back to me, I reached up and around to explore her little tits, finding stiff little nipples to play with.

“They feel very nice, but I think I need to see them,” I said.

She turned round to face me, cupping her breasts in her hands, which were barely big enough to conceal much. Smiling up at her as I ran my hands up the sides of her legs.

“You really are beautiful Sam,” I said, as I took in the sight.

“Let me have a look at those little tits now,” I said, as I gently pulled her hands away.

“They’re really not that little you know,” I said, as I was studying them inches from my face.

She had quite large dark areola surrounding those stiff little nipples.

“Do you think they need a good licking John and perhaps a good suck,” she said, with a dirty little giggle.

Smiling up at her pretty little face, I flicked my tongue gently over one nipple, and then the other.

I then took one boob as far into my mouth as I could and sucked softly while fondling her other with my hand. After several minutes playing with her pert little tits, I stood up, whisked her up in my arms.

“Right my little lady, it’s time for bed”

Carrying her up the stairs to my bedroom, I sat her gently down on the edge of the bed, laid her back, and knelt between her legs.

Lifting and parting her legs, I placed them on my shoulders, I could now clearly see her soaking wet panties between her fleshy thighs. Kissing up her legs to her thighs I was soon sniffing in turkiyeninmasasi.com the sweet aroma of her pussy. Her hot juicy little pussy barely hidden by her sodden red panties.

Kissing and licking each inner thigh in turn as I crept closer to my goal, my tongue found the top of her leg. The tip of my nose now touching her panties, I took in a long slow sniff and sighed with sheer pleasure.

“You enjoying yourself down there?” Sam giggled which soon turned into a long drawn out, “Oh… Yes…” as my tongue pressed into her panties right between her pussy lips.

Breaking away fow a moment, I quickly pulled her panties off. Resuming the same position, I could now study my prey without hindrance. Her pussy was cleanly shaven and her protruding lips were glistening with her juices. I looked up towards Sam’s face and our eyes met for a moment as I kissed her right between her pussy lips. Moving down, my tongue probed between her bum cheeks and found her arsehole. With one long, slow single lick, from her arsehole right up between her lips to her clit, she expressed her pleasure.

“Oh, My, Fucking God. No one has ever licked my arse before, So, So good,” she said.

Pulling my head back slightly I could see her creamy juice trickling from her hole down towards her bum cheeks. Quickly lapping this up with my tongue and savouring the taste, I returned my attention to her clit, flicking it several times before taking it between my lips and sucking. Sam was now writhing around as I kept repeating this procedure, her breathing becoming more and more shallow. I realised she was close to orgasm. Slipping a finger into her wet, tight little hole was enough to finish her off as she bucked, panted and creamed all over my finger.

As her climax subsided I lowered her legs from my shoulders, watching her hand move down to her pussy and pushing a finger into her self, she raised it to her lips and slipped it into her mouth, tasting her own cum.

“Tastes good doesn’t it,” I said as I gently rubbed my hands up her legs.

“I always taste myself after I’ve cum, I just love it. But now I think I should have a taste of that big throbbing cock. Come and lay on the bed and let me play with you now,” she said as she moved out of the way.

Laying down as instructed, she parted my legs and knelt between them. Without using her hands she started kissing my shaft, soft gentle kisses from the base right up to the tip. As she started licking the knob, my cock started twitching, as if it had a mind of it’s own.

“Love the taste of your cock John,” she said as she continued licking. “All this pre-cum, Mmmmm”

Reaching for a pillow, she motioned to me to place it under my bum. Now she was able to reach my balls more comfortably with her mouth. She started licking all around them. Now holding my cock with her right hand, about half way up, which made it look huge as her hand was so small, she wanked me very slowly as she continued to lick my balls.

She then slid her hand up to my swollen helmet and started running one finger backwards and forwards across the top. Meanwhile her lips where now gently sucking my left ball into her mouth, soon replaced with the right.

“I do love shaved balls,” she said in between licks and sucks, “so lovely and smooth.”

Taking her hand away she started licking at the base of my cock and slowly licked her way to the top. Opening her mouth wide, she took the knob into her mouth, her little pink lips sliding up and down as she took it deeper inside.

“Ahhhhh, that’s… so good!” I managed to exclaim. “Why don’t you move around girl, do you know what a sixty nine is?”

Lifting her head from my cock she admitted, “I know what it is but have never tried it.”

Adjusting her position so her pussy was over my face, she asked, “is that OK?”

“Perfect, now don’t forget where you was, my friend down there is missing you,” I joked.

Laughing, she said seductively, “Don’t worry about that, I’ll take VERY, good care of him, and with a lick across the tip, “he’s my friend as well you know.”

Feeling her soft lips slowly encircling my knob again, I studied the sight before my eyes. The curves of her thighs, her buttocks, and that oh so tasty cunt, inviting me in again.

Her inner thighs were wet with her juices which I felt compelled in licking up. As my tongue found her clit again, my nose between her wet lips, I again savoured the taste and musky scent. With this and what she was doing to our mutual friend, the word ‘Heaven’ came to mind.

Managing to raise my head a little, I licked up between her bum cheeks and flicked my tongue across her arsehole a few times.

Her hand now holding the base of my shaft, she continued sucking my engorged cock into her sweet, soft mouth. Only pausing momentarily, to moan with pleasure with the the efforts of my tongue on her.

“Cum for me John,” she demanded as she slipped her mouth from me. “I want to taste your Hot, Sticky Spunk!”

Wanking me more quickly now, with longer strokes, I could feel my seed rising, and with her tongue licking my knob with each uncontrollable thrust of my hips upwards, I shot my load.

Still licking my knob as my seed kept coming, Sam moaned with delight and managed to say between licks, “So…” slurp, slurp, “Fucking,” slurp, “Tasty.”

After having to break from my pursuit of her pleasure because of my orgasm, I returned to her pussy and with very little more work from my tongue, with a few thrusts of her cunt into my face, her breaths rapid and shallow, she came with a shudder.

With her head laying beside my softening cock, I laid my head back and watched as I saw her creamy cum drip slowly from her, and couldn’t resist a final taste.

Not moving for several minutes, I eventually regained some composure and with a gentle smack on her bum, said, “come and lay beside me honey!”

As she raised herself, she gave my now flaccid cock a long sloppy kiss, and as if she was talking to my cock, said, “I think were going to be the best of friends, you and me!”

With her head now laying on my chest, arm laying across me and her bent leg resting on my cock, we both drifted into a restful sleep.

On waking the next morning I found myself alone in bed covered by the duvet which one of us must have pulled over during the night. Before I had a chance to wonder where Sam was, she opened the bedroom door and sheepishly walked in.

“What’s up honey?” I asked, seeing the sad look on her face.

“I’m so sorry John!” She said as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I feel so guilty, doing what we did. Your with my Mum and I don’t want to hurt her… or you.”

“I know,” I said. “I feel much the same… but it happened and we cant take it back.”

She continued, “Thing is, I so loved it, I’ve never had sex like it before and, I know I shouldn’t say it but… I want more.”

“Well we cant tell your Mum Sam that’s for sure. I cant hurt her like that, It would be bad enough if she knew I’d been unfaithful to her, but with her own daughter! no, we cant tell her,” I said with certainty.

“Yeah I know,” she said, “I couldn’t do that to her, I guess we’ll just have to live with the guilt.”

“It’s my fault Sam, I shouldn’t have let it happen so try not to blame yourself,” I said, trying to console her.

“I guess I’d best be going,” she said looking straight into my eyes.

There was no more to be said.

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Don’t Cry Emma

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Her sister, Debbie, was twelve when she was born. A change of life baby, Emma was a complete surprise to her parents who thought they were beyond their child baring years, Debbie having already been born late in their life. She was loved by everyone though, including her older sister who took care of her almost as much as their mother did. Five years later Debbie became pregnant at age 16 by a boy who had no interest in being a father and vanished the moment Debbie told him she was expecting his child.

Being a teenage mother is never easy but Debbie refused to consider the alternative and against her parents wishes 9 months later her son, Tyler, was born. Though her parents had encouraged Debbie to think of her own future and end the pregnancy they were instantly won over at the sight of their grandchild and he became the new family darling. Even Emma was instantly smitten with the baby, the closest thing to a younger sibling she’d ever have. Debbie lived with them while she finished high school. They already had Emma, it wasn’t that much harder having Tyler home all day and truthfully they adored him.

Debbie graduated high school and had moved on to her first semester of college, working nights to help support her and Tyler as well as pay for school. Their family was comfortable but the expenses of a baby as well as tuition were heavy and though her parents helped as they could she wasn’t going to sit around and let them carry the full burden. Then tragedy struck, as it always seems to do when things seem to be working out.

Her parents were on their way home from the grocery store, Emma and Tyler strapped securely into the back seat of their car, when they were hit by a drunk driver. Their father died instantly, their mother two days later in the hospital. Emma and Tyler walked away with a few cuts and scratches and Debbie was left a young single mother of both her son, and now her little sister. Thankfully she was old enough to be made the legal guardian of Emma and her parents had made smart decisions and invested their money well for their retirement, which they were not far from, and had a safety net to leave behind for their children. Not to mention life insurance claims that paid out quite handsomely. It was a struggle but Debbie managed to put aside her own heartache aside and stepped up to the plate, taking care of both children as well as continuing to work and go to school, as best she could.

Life wasn’t necessarily easy but they made it work and were a loving family, however small and broken. Debbie worked tirelessly and managed to graduate from college and start to build a career. Tyler and Emma grew up, Emma living at home when it was finally time for her to go to college so she could be close to her family. She was in her second year of college when Debbie met a man, a man that didn’t care that she had a high school aged son and had her little sister living at home with her. He understood Debbie came with family and he embraced them all and they, in turn, welcomed him into their family and home. They married and when Emma was in her final year of college Debbie gave birth to a little girl she named Mariana after their mother.

Emma and Tyler remained close in spite of their five year age difference. They talked about everything, including her boyfriends and his girlfriends and their sex lives. As an older woman she tried to give Tyler some insight into the feminine mind and prepare him for the kind of games that girls would be playing with him. She’d been rather popular throughout high school and was just as popular in college, so she knew a thing or two about the dating game. As a result he seemed to be doing quite well with the ladies and it never ceased to amaze her, the stories he told her about what he’d done with the girls he dated.

Emma had begun dating one boy at college very seriously around the time Mariana was born, Jacob Chalmers, a smart, charming, suave, rich boy who managed to sweep her right off of her feet. Though she didn’t come from the kind of money he did her voluptuous 5’4 figure, long auburn hair, and hazel eyes had certainly made up for any lack of family money. He couldn’t resist her and he made sure she couldn’t resist him. They married right out of college, her hard earned degree in international studies put on a shelf as she took on the full time job as the Wife of Jacob Chalmers.

The wedding was lavish and expensive, the only real part she’d had any hand in arranging was the presence of her family. Tyler looked miserable. He didn’t like Jacob, thought he was a slimy bastard who only wanted Emma as the lovely trophy wife to look good on his arm. He was right, of course, but she was a young bride awash in the first bloom of what she thought was real love and wouldn’t listen to reason. She moved out of her families smaller but happy home and into Jacob’s large, and very cold, manor. She did her best to be a good wife but she grew bored easily just attending to Jacob’s social demands for her with little else to occupy her time and she spent a lot of time at aydın escort her sisters house.

In spite of their difference in opinion on what Emma’s role was, their sex life was good, very good, and she enjoyed Jacob’s lovemaking regularly. It didn’t take long at all for her to become pregnant and 9 months later she gave birth to her own daughter, Grace, named for her mothers middle name. Life wasn’t perfect but it was good and Debbie and Emma enjoyed sharing motherhood with one another, their daughters, almost 2 years apart in age, sharing much of their time together. Then, as if Fate were not quite done toying with their family, another tragedy rocked them all to their foundation.

While walking to their car after a romantic dinner, Debbie and her husband were accosted in the parking lot, an armed assailant shooting them both and taking everything of value on them. Emma had been with Tyler watching Mariana and Grace, the police arriving just before midnight to tell them what had happened. Apparently the assailant had tried to take Debbie with him, intending to steal the car and her sister, but she’d fought like a maniac, knowing if he took her she was as good as dead anyway. He’d shot her husband before her eyes then shot her.

Once again death had claimed the loving base of their family, once again children were left orphaned and alone. Just as her parents had done for Debbie when she’d become pregnant, and just as Debbie had done for her when their parents had died, Emma would now have to take responsibility for Tyler and Mariana, raising her as their own so the state wouldn’t take them away. In one fell swoop she’d lost her second mother, her sister and closest female friend, and she was now the mother of three, rather than one.

Jacob was furious when she brought it up to him, refusing to take responsibility for her niece and nephew, stating it wasn’t their problem. This time, however, she would not be moved so when he laid down the ultimatum that their marriage was over if she accepted custody of Tyler and Mariana she calmly turned and left his study, packed her and Grace up, and left, all without him ever realizing it. A week later divorce papers were delivered to his door. She would give up the right to alimony or any of his assets as long as she was given sole custody and child support. It was over more quickly than it had begun.

Emma moved back into the house she’d grown up in, now the one solely responsible for the family that resided within it. Mariana and Grace were easy, they were too young to understand what was going on, but Tyler was another matter. Anger and sorrow warred for equal footing within him and she could see his unspent rage at the man that had killed his parents. He’d been caught but that wasn’t enough for Tyler. He was nearing the age of 18, in his final year of high school, a high school wrestler who’d recently taken up MMA on the side. He was tall, athletically built, and devastating to the female population of his high school. A fact that Emma could not help but notice.

They’d always been close and now was no different. In fact she began relying on him more and more without realizing it, Tyler slowly taking on the role of Man of the House, acting as surrogate father not only to his little sister, Mariana, but to his cousin, Grace, as well. Debbie had been wise, educated by her own parents death, and had an iron clad will as well as a hefty life insurance policy, so he didn’t need to worry about getting a job to support the family but the support he offered was so much more valuable. Tucking in little girls and reading bed time stories meant more than any paycheck he would have brought home.

He did his best to be there for Emma as well, the looks of longing that followed her around the kitchen as she cooked, or the way he would hold her a little tighter or a little longer each night as she hugged him before bed, were completely lost on Emma who seemed completely oblivious to him as a man. Or so he thought. He still talked to her about his girlfriends, open and even more blunt than before, going into great detail about the things he would do to them under the premiss of asking her advice on his approach. He was trying to get a rise out of her, to remind her that he was a man, a sexual being, and right there for the taking, and it worked. Emma found herself growing wet when he would tell her one of his stories, her thighs pressing together to try to dull the ache deep inside her. His physical appeal, shaggy dark brown hair and clear blue eyes to top off his fit frame, were not lost on her either and she caught herself eying him from beneath her lashes, picturing herself as the girl in his stories. She knew it was wrong, he was her nephew and younger too, but she figured harmless fantasies were fine as long as she didn’t act on them.

Both remained unaware of the thoughts of the other and Tyler graduated high school, ready to attend college in the fall while living at home as Emma had done. It was a week after graduation and the night of his eighteenth nazillibelediyespor.org birthday when everything changed yet again. She’d made a big family dinner, the two little girls still too young to really grasp what was going on, but it was a family event nonetheless, no one getting left out. She’d worked for hours on all of his favorite dishes, wanting to spoil him rotten on his special night. She was so proud of him, so thankful for him, and she wanted to show him what he meant to her, even if she couldn’t tell him how she really felt. She didn’t truly understand what she felt for that matter.

He’d made arrangements to go out after dinner with his friends so it was with some reluctance that he stood from the table at the honk outside and kissed his three best girls, as he affectionately called them, good bye before heading out for a night of male teenaged debauchery. Waving from the front door she closed it once he was out of sight and sighed. She was still young, only 23, but she hadn’t felt it recently. She knew now what Debbie had felt, being a mother so young, responsible for an entire family at such a young age, and she’d been even younger and more unprepared than Emma had been. A whole new respect for her sister emerged and she was again overcome with grief at her loss, at the lost chance to tell her sister thank you for all she had done. Of course she’d been grateful, she had adored her sister, but now she understood all Debbie had sacrificed for them.

Doing her best to shake off the melancholic thoughts she set herself to the task of putting Mariana and Grace to bed. That in itself was a feat but it was eventually accomplished and both little hellions were soon slumbering peacefully in their beds. Changing out of the nicer clothing she’d worn earlier she pulled on a pair of cut off sweat pant shorts and a half tank top. Didn’t need to be glamorous to clean the kitchen. Clearing dinner away the left overs were packed into the fridge and she set herself to the mountain of dishes left behind. She didn’t mind though, it’d been worth it to see Tyler’s face when he’d come into the dining room. He’d looked happy, genuinely happy, and that wasn’t a look she saw on his face too often these days.

Debbie would be so proud of him if she were here to see this, his step father as well. He’d grown into such a handsome young man, responsible, caring, and sexier than a nephew had a right to be. He was the type of man all mothers hoped their sons would grow to be and as she thought about how Debbie was missing it the tears slowly began to slide silently down her nose. She ignored them, focusing instead on the dishes, but the dam had opened and the rest of what she kept bottled up came rushing to the fore.

Eventually her thoughts turned to Jacob and how he had so easily cast her out of his life. She hadn’t let herself cry for him then, she’d been too furious and had the children to think about, but now, alone, she cried for his callousness. For the little girl who would never know her father because she highly doubted Jacob would bother with Grace. Word had it he was already engaged again and would no doubt soon have replacement children as well. If she were honest with herself though, she didn’t truly miss him so much as the companionship being in a relationship offered, not to mention the sex. She hadn’t bothered with men since the divorce, preferring to focus on her family for the time being, but she missed sex, and yes, she cried for that loss too.

Realizing how ridiculous she was being she swiped her hand across her cheek, brushing the tears away, but they refused to stop coming. It was time for her own personal catharsis and once begun it wouldn’t stop until she’d let it all out. Stacking the final dish on the side board she washed her hands and was rinsing them free of the soap when two strong arms came around her from behind, sliding around her waist to pull her back against a strong male body. Tensing in alarm she struggled until she realized it was Tyler, his head lowering over her shoulder to allow his cheek to press to hers, his arms holding her tightly against him in a way he never had before.

“Why are you crying, Em? Please don’t cry…I can’t stand to see your tears,” he whispered, the sexy rumble of his voice causing a shiver to dance down her spine.

“T..Ty…what are you doing here? I thought you were going out with your friends?” Her voice sounded breathy even to her own ears and she squeezed her eyes shut, the last of the moisture escaping to zig zag down her cheeks. Good, yes, let him think it was the crying that had her sounding like a bad imitation of Marilyn Monroe and not the fact that his arms were around her and his lips were just barely caressing her cheek.

“I did…but I got bored really fast. I didn’t want to spend my birthday with them. I wanted to spend it with you. And I get home to see you crying….why, Em?” His arms tightened as he spoke, pressing more firmly against her back until she could feel the bulge in his pants nestled securely in the cleft of her ass. God, he was turned on? The knowledge sent a little thrill through her and she could already feel herself growing wet, her ass pressing back against him ever so slightly as though it had a mind of its own, the soft hitch of his breath his only acknowledgment of her actions.

“Um…just thinking about your mother….yes. Your mother. My sister. You are my nephew. Ty…Tyler you shouldn’t be holding me this way.” Not even she thought she sounded convincing as her body made no attempt to pull out of the circle of his arms. It just felt too good to be held against him, to have a male body pressed to hers, and the fact that it was Tyler only made it that much better. She realized then she had feelings for him no Aunt should ever have for her Nephew. They’d grown up together, shared their deepest secrets with one another, and slowly but surely he’d insinuated himself as the man in her life over the last several months. She could see it now and could see that she had subconsciously welcomed it.

“Don’t cry, Emma. I miss her too. She’d want us to be there for each other…she’d want us to comfort each other,” he whispered. Each word became more seductive, encased in velvet that stroked her senses and robbed her of her reason. It was wrong, all of this was so very wrong. He was her nephew, however close in age they were, and she was responsible for his well being. This was abuse, according to the majority of the world, yet when he tightened his arms around her, wrapping them around her waist beneath her breasts, she couldn’t stop the way her ass pressed back against him. The warmth of his hard cock could be felt even through the jeans and sweat shorts between them and she shifted until it lay nestled in the cleft of her ass.

“Not like this Tyler…she wouldn’t want this,” she said, her words barely more than a moan as she tried one last time to restore reason to this situation yet still she couldn’t find the will power to pull away and he knew it, could sense that she was losing the battle. She wanted him, if he’d had any doubt about that before he could sense her desire now, and he had always wanted her from the time he was old enough to understand what sex and women were. She’d been his dream girl from the beginning and no amount of fucking other girls had slaked his hunger for her. He would never have wished these circumstances or the pain it had caused their family, but he wasn’t going to step aside now…not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

When she nestled her ass against his cock he moaned softly against his neck, taking her actions as a sign that even if her mind hadn’t realized this was right, her body had, and his arms shifted, hands pressing to her stomach before sliding up her body and beneath the half tank top she wore. He didn’t rush but rather let his fingers slowly caress her skin, giving her a chance to say no if she truly wished it. For all his desire he wouldn’t force her, he wanted her wet and wanting, not resisting. He heard no protests though and easing his hands a bit higher he cupped her breasts in his warm grip. He heard her gasp, felt the shudder that caused her to tremble against him, and he smiled. Pressing more firmly against her ass he trapped her against the sink, thumbs and forefingers teasing at her already hard nipples until he heard her moan.

“I want this Em….more importantly, you want this. That’s all that matters, not what anyone else thinks. If you truly don’t want me, tell me right now, and I will stop what I’m doing and never touch you like this again.”

Now was her chance, she could just say the word and it would all come to an end, no harm no foul. But she couldn’t…no matter how she tried she couldn’t make the words pass her lips though they parted several times as if preparing to do so. Tears filled her eyes at her weakness, at the knowledge that she desired her nephew enough to allow them to engage in the most taboo of sexual acts. With a soft moan of surrender she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts into his palms as her ass pressed back to rub sensually against the proof of his own desire.

He knew it the moment he had her, the moment her beautiful eyes filled with unshed tears and she moaned, the sound representing nothing short of victory to him. Her body arched and he groaned as her ass ground back into his cock. She had no fucking idea what she did to him so he decided it was high time he showed her. Pushing her shirt up over her firm breasts he knew to be a small double D from doing the laundry he palmed her tits, rolling them gently in his grip, teasing her hard nipples against his palm, his hips pressing forward to grind into her ass. She felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Sliding his hands down over her skin from her breasts he caught his fingers in the waist line of her sweat shorts and pushed them down over her hips so forcefully they slid completely to her ankles leaving her bare from the shoulders down, her bunched up shirt her only remaining clothing. His eyes devoured her bare skin, the sight of her pressed against the sink, naked, slightly bent forward, her ass presented to him, causing his cock to throb so badly he thought it would burst through the denim confining it.

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Career Move

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Jenny had been working for the company for five years without any signs of a promotion coming her way. She was thirty years old, single no kids and on the verge of becoming a cat lady. She was feeling depressed with her lack of love life and stagnant career. She desperately needed her career to advance to the next level for some sense of self pride.

Finally her chance to prove herself came when her boss approached her with a chance to mentor a new-hire training class for the first time. Unfortunately the opportunity came with crappy night shift hours, but not willing to pass up the opportunity, she immediately agreed.

The change of shift going from 7am-5pm to 4pm-12am wasn’t as bad as she had imagined. It took about a week for her body to adjust to the new schedule and soon she spent her morning running errands, evenings at work training new employees and nights running on moonlit sidewalks with her dog.

Jenny wasn’t an unattractive woman by any means. A dirty blond with creamy light skin, bright green eyes, 5’0″, small wasted curvy woman with 36DD tits and a nice round ass. She never really thought of herself as attractive and rarely noticed when balıkesir escort guys would hit on her, that is, until she met Joey. He was a young handsome man with a charming smile and a very outgoing personality.

At the young age of 23 Jenny had never imagined he would have any interests her, but she couldn’t help but notice his frequent questions appeared more like attempts to get her to lean into the computer screen to gaze down her blouse. Over the course of a week she noticed he would intentionally move to rub against her as she assisted him with his work. Sexual tension was building and Jenny’s panties were often soaked at the end of each shift. She found herself distracted by the imagination of what it would be like to take his hard shaft inside her mouth with his cum dripping down her huge soft tits. She desperately wanted to feel him explode inside her, but also didn’t want to risk her career. Sexual frustrations aside Jenny tried her best to push the thoughts from her mind and focus on work.

Finally Friday came and went, she hopped in her car eager to get home quickly to manually relieve her pent up sexual frustration. As she balikesirmetroturizm.com rounded the corner into her subdivision she received a text from Joey

“Were you wet tonight?”

Unwilling to believe that he was referring to her now throbbing vagina she responded coyly “What do you mean.”

Joey quickly responded “If you want to fuck meet me”.

She couldn’t believe this was happening, unable to contain herself she agreed. She pulled up and before she knew it they were in the back seat of her car eagerly pulling each others clothes off. It felt so unreal, was this really happening? Yes. Yes it was.

He quickly had her pants off and went to work tongue fucking her pussy. God it felt so good. He eagerly lapped up her sweet juices.

Unable to contain herself she needed to feel him inside her, but he was reluctant to give up her sweet pussy. Grabbing her by the hips to pull her closer locking her throbbing snatch in place she was unable to fight it. Her orgasm came crashing down in fierce waves. “Fuck! Oh God!”

She trembled uncontrollably, her body spasming repeatedly from the intense orgasm.

His face now dripping he flipped her up and skillfully speared her on his hard cock. He felt her hot wet pussy slowly slide into his cock. “Fuck your tight!” he announced while gritting his teeth.

He could still feel her pussy pulsing from her orgasm. Not wanting to blow his load immediately he slowed his pace while she gently rocked in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck I’m going to cum”

“Cum for me baby! Fill my tight pussy! I want to feel your cum dripping down my legs! Please!”

He couldn’t hold it any longer..she was begging for his seed. He gripped her hips while she rode him. Her tits bouncing as he furiously pounded her pussy until his load shot out like a rocket. She felt him cumming, his seed spurting out inside her.

She felt every inch of him inside her and couldn’t hold on any longer his pulsating cock threw her over the edge yet again.

“Fuck I’m cumming”

Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she rode him through the final waves of her orgasm not wanting to stop.

They collapsed exhausted holding each other and feeling each others heart beats pounding. Passionately kissing not wanting the moment to end.

The sun began to peek out over the treetops as they dressed.

“You never needed my help at work did you?” she asked.

He smiled as he kissed her goodbye.

The office will never be the same.

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Sunday Morning

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It was early in the morning- I don’t remember exactly when but I think maybe 4am.. or 5am, when she entered my house and slipped into bed. Past Saturday night and into Sunday morning.

She’s had a key to my house from long ago but never used it except to feed my cat when I was out of town, and not even that recently. I had practically forgotten she had it. But she used it Sunday morning.

When I woke at about 6:00am she was sleeping in bed with me, naked. My bed is big, an eastern king size which is wider than normal and I hadn’t felt her climb in. Waking to feel a naked person in bed with me was a bit of a surprise. My mind immediately started through a set of thoughts it goes through whenever I wake with someone I don’t remember going to bed with.

Am I at home or some other place? What was I doing last night? Was I drinking? How much (headache?)? Is this male or female? (If male I immediately try to think of whether appropriate birth control was used). Check my body for signs of activity. Seepage, wetness, dried stuff, soreness or raw flesh that might trigger memories of what I did. Do I know this person? Look at him/her and try to place them and understand how I ended up in this situation. Form a plan. Need to exit fast? If someone I know, do I need a cover story? If not someone I know, do I have their name/phone number (always need that just in case…)? And so on…

In this case I didn’t get far down the list, because I recognized the red hair and smell. I still ran through a few of the items to try and see whether I had been partying and was drunk or what, but I quickly determined that she must have simply slipped in there while I was sleeping.

You can not imagine the amazing feeling that gave me. She has never done that, and it was like we had opened a door and stepped through something. My heart swelled and I felt just plain old grateful that she was there.

So I lay down next to her and spooned her, smelling her hair as it pressed against my nose, feeling her warmth and smoothness against my body. She’s smaller than me and a good size for me to spoon. I kept my hands and legs so they touched her but wasn’t intrusive about it- I wanted her to continue sleeping.

I dozed off like that for a while, as well. It was happy.

She is a bit of an active sleeper. She doesn’t stay in one place, so sleeping in a spooned position doesn’t work for long. We shifted positions, kept dozing, but arms and legs got tangled a bit in the process. She woke me later, around 8:00. I was asleep, facing her, my leg between hers, my hands… akimbo someplace, not touching her.

But she touched me, her fingers on my cheek. I think she brushed some hair back. I woke up and smiled at her. I remember her first words were “Hey, you.”

In response I kissed her on the lips, a gentle kiss of welcoming. I think I said something like, “I am so glad you are here.”

She smiled, which always lights my heart.

We lay together, faces really close, and didn’t say much. My hand went to her and stroked her skin on her upper arm, then her side, down to her hip, then up again. My right hand was scrunched underneath me so couldn’t really do anything. She touched me as well, and we just lay together, touching one another and sometimes kissing a bit.

(She finally had to get up and go to the bathroom, which meant I had to as well, but… we came back to bed and seemed to just move right smack into the same positions we had been in before. Just a bit more awake.)

I asked her when she arrived. She said it was early morning. She had been having trouble sleeping and while she was due over later in the day, since she wasn’t sleeping well she thought she would come over early and maybe nap a bit with me.

This made my heart sing, and to cover tears that were threatening to pop out I kissed her deeply and pulled her body closer to me. With a little squeezing I was able to get my right arm under her and around her waist to hold her close.

We kissed a long time. This is one of the best things about being with another woman, is you get to kiss a lot. For a long time. The main focus is on our lips, the feeling of tongues exploring and playing, biting her lip and having her bite me back, tasting her inside, getting one hand into the softness of her hair and pushing her closer, coming up for air, then diving in again.

But hey. Two girls naked and kissing can’t completely ignore the sensations of pressing their bodies together. Legs move around and slide, intertwine and press. In the process of moving legs and intertwining, other parts come into contact. My thigh slid istanbulescortbayanlar.com up and pressed on her soft sex. I know exactly what that feels like and knew what I was doing. As we kissed her hips moved on my thigh, slowly, very gently.

The other thing that happens when my thigh goes between her legs is feeling she is wet. Yes, she was wet. I mean.. I was wet, why wouldn’t she be?

My right arm was under her and around her waist, not able to really move around much. Mostly what it did was hold her stomach close against mine, something I love with a passion. My left hand caressed her, from her hair down her sides, and gripped her ass.

She has an amazing ass. Not like mine, which is too large and more than a handful.

It strikes me now that she intended all of this, because she came to bed with me not wearing panties. She’s like me, she tends to go to bed wearing just panties. She didn’t have any on this time, unlike me.

The kissing had moved away from mouths and tongues and was expanding its scope. Necks, ears, nuzzles and tongues and wet points behind ears. It was giving me shivers.

My right hand, which was trapped under her struggled down until I could get it on her ass. So I had both hands on her ass. Nice. She was riding my thigh, rubbing actively. My breasts were pressed against hers- I love the feeling of mutual softness. I feel especially naked when her nipple slides against mine.

My breathing was getting harder, as was hers.

Finally she pushed, rolling me over. I didn’t let go of her ass, and she pushed my shoulders down, kissing me from on top, her breasts sliding against mine just delicately (it gave me chills to feel her and I am sure she did it on purpose). But then she shifted completely.

My leg was between hers and stayed there, but in the process of rolling me over to my back she shifted her hips so her pussy was pushing on mine, rather than my thigh. Yeah. It wasn’t a perfect angle, but she had us scissoring.

This had just transitioned from romantic kissing and intimacy to all out sex.

Her hands left my shoulders and slid down my breasts, my stomach, my sides (a super erogenous zone for me), then to my breasts again, and she moved her body up, shifting more. I shifted as well, getting one leg spread out and the knee up so my pussy would be more available for her. I wanted to cum now.

She began grinding. At first, it was gently. Slow and silky. Teasing almost. I looked up at her, seeing her gorgeous face and felt her perfect breasts. God that felt good. Having her there, on top, sliding against me, our wetness mixing and our soft flesh sliding. I tried to move my hips up, press against her harder but she shook her head with a quirky smile (god, I love her smiles, she is always smiling), and moved her hips away, refusing to push hard.

So we slid together for a while, our pussies sliding gently, sometimes just barely touching. I could tell at one point she moved to get the angle just right to get our clits to press lightly against one another. Mine must have been swollen and extended beyond the hood because I could feel it.

I moaned and begged her. “Please…”

She grinned and pushed hard, beginning the real grinding. I was so ready. So was she. My hand reached down and tried to stim my clit a bit, but there wasn’t room and frankly I wanted her body to stimulate it.

I had shifted a bit to the side to get the angle a bit better, but she was still mostly straight on with me, pushing, making it look almost like straight sex missionary- except with her on top. One of my legs hooked hers and I pushed hard, grinding hard.

She was ready. I mean, I could see her erect nipples and she was flushing, her eyes closed and head thrown back a bit. We kept grinding and she shuddered, and gasped the way she does sometimes when she cums. It went on for a bit, and I pushed and ground against her, trying to cum myself.

Well, she finally finished and sort of collapsed on top of me. She isn’t big, and not heavy for me. It felt good to have her laying on top, her length entirely on me.

I wrapped my arms around her, spread my legs and hooked them around her too, just holding her close. This was a hot and sweaty position, we had been working out a bit leading up to that and the warmth and sweat of our bodies were very noticeable. I didn’t mind though. I liked feeling hot and sweaty with her.

She rolled off after a bit and kissed me gently, thanking me. “You didn’t cum though,” she said.

“Almost, but you know it isn’t easy for me tribbing.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her finger sliding along my lips.

“Silly, you know how much I love to trib. You can scissor with me anytime.”

We lay together, staring at the ceiling and holding hands, maybe touching a bit here and there.

“I’m hot and sweaty. I blame you. I want a shower. Wanna come?” I said.

She was up and into the shower before I was, had the shampoo out and was washing her hair. I stepped in and helped a bit.

Her body, her skin, looks so incredible wet, especially soaped and wet. She’s lean, but still with nice boob that will redirect the water, and long hair that catches it and released it in rivulets.

There was no sex in the shower, not really. We soaped and washed and touched and helped each other soap and that involved a lot of touching. She washed my ass, and between my ass cheeks, something I have taught her to do. It might seem weird or icky to others, but having my lover, especially her, getting me clean there is a wonderful feeling. It’s like letting her take possession of me, my most inner and private parts. Parts more private than my pussy.

And it has the advantage that she gets to make sure I am clean there, because when we make love, fingers and tongues sometimes end up in the oddest places.

We dried off, and even tried out my new expensive hair dryer. It’s a Dyson, and cost like… $300? Some ridiculous price. So she wanted to try it out and feel what a $300 hair drier felt like.

I brushed her hair, and she brushed mine while we dried. Hair brushing relaxes me so easily. Having someone else brush me, gently; maybe I am a cat and I love to be petted.

We were naked all through this time and when we were dry and teeth were brushed and we had played enough in the bathroom, she took me and made sure I could see her face and said, “I am going to make you cum.”

I smirked and said, “OK”.

She pulled me into the bed again, staring out by kissing my lips, rubbing my pussy a bit with her thigh, then sliding down very slowly. Her tongue explored very erotic hot spot I have. Behind my ears; under them, my neck, my clavicle, my breasts and especially my nipples (oh god I love when she suckles me).

My sides, next to my breasts, that will get me wet every time. Down across my stomach to inner thighs, skirting my pussy, a standard technique but one assured to get me crazy. And finally she sucked on my pussy lips.

Suction. Pulling them into her mouth, then spreading them with her tongue and diving inside just a bit. Then out again, sucking and teasing my clit, then sucking and inside.

Her hands were on my breasts at first, but then slide down and held my ass cheeks, cupped, to help control my hip movement. Because my hips were moving, showing their desire for her, willing her to force the orgasm out of me.

She knows exactly how to handle my ass while eating me. A firm grip, lifting me a bit, her shoulders forcing my thighs apart if they begin to come in too much. The grip on my buttocks spreading them, just like my legs are forced apart.

It didn’t take long. I felt it begin to come, the warmth and comfort building and when she sensed it (she always can, maybe the way I sound, not sure), she shifted her hands- tongue on my clit, two fingers curled inside, and one finger of the other hand pressing on my anus.

That did it. She hadn’t worked me in that position for more than 15 second when I cried out, pushed up and did whatever it is I do when I come. Grimace. Grip the sheets. Arch my back or push my hips up. Make small moaning noises.

Yeah, it was a delightful orgasm. It lasted a bit too, but eventually I was laying with her fingers in my mouth, tasting myself.

“Oh god, you are good. I am so…”

I was going to say something here but stopped myself, changing it. “So… glad you came over.”

We cuddled again. Held each other loosely, fingers touching whatever they wanted, feet playing with each other. We have this strange little game we play when cuddling sometimes. One of my feet slide under hers and she pushes down on it and I push back. Then she relaxes and I switch with her, sliding my foot on top and pushing down on hers.

Our fingers have certain patterns, too. Steepling, and then coming together, holding with the fingers intertwined, and the sometimes turning upside down so the fingers all stick up. It’s hard to describe, but it is just something we do without ever actually saying anything about it.

These are small little things lovers do when they are incredibly familiar with their partner, and it never fails to make me contented and happy.

She asked when my friend was coming over (late that afternoon, we had a long time). We talked a bit about her insomnia. She really had had trouble sleeping, which was why she had come over. We talked of other mundane matters with out legs over one another’s and hands playing with each other, and an occasional kiss or nuzzle between the laughs.

She laughs a lot, did you know that? So do I, I am a bit of a clown, but she laughs in such a genuine, happy way. She uplifts me and makes my heart swell.

And eventually, we were just kissing- no more talk, no more playing, but kissing seriously and letting our hands and fingers find each other again. It was a kind of mutual, unspoken agreement that we would make love yet again.

Our fingers found each other’s pussies and we lay together, arms crossed, legs spread and crossed over each other’s, giving the other access. We were laying on our backs, but heads turned to look at each other as we masturbated each other.

(I don’t remember when the covers and sheet had been kicked off but it had been a long time before.)

She looked like she was beginning to really get into it, and I said, “Oh no, properly this time…”

And rolled over on top of her. I slid my arms under her legs, lifting her knees up and spreading her legs wide, forcing her knees way up so her hips were rotated toward me. The classic position that guys love- shove her legs all the way up.

I spread my own legs and slid my pussy on top of hers and began to grind on her. It took a little hip motion to get a nice sliding up and down, but it is possible.

“Don’t you ever tell me I don’t love doing this,” I said to her softly.

I really was doing it to her missionary style.

Sometimes I wonder how hard it is for guys to really fuck a girl hard- I mean, I have been pounded hard before so I’ve been bruised, and the motion has got to be a lot of effort for the guy. I remember thinking about this as I fucked her, pushing and sliding my pussy lips against hers, sharing the feeling of mutual contact and stimulation. Unlike with a guy, I understood exactly the sensations she was experiencing.

She might have come that way, but I wanted to taste her so I slid down on her, quickly, not the way she had done with me, and found her flesh ready for me.

Oh god, she put her fingers into my hair. I would eat her all day if she were to do that. Just… grab my hair and pull it while I am eating her. My fingers went inside her like I know she likes, and I could feel the slight but consistent rocking of her hips that means she is approaching orgasm. Not there yet, but encouraging it, bringing it along.

The orgasm itself was pretty damn obvious because her hands grabbed my hair hard, hard enough to hurt a bit. But not enough to slow me down. I made sure she had the best orgasm I could give her with tongue and fingers.

When it was over I slid up and kissed her, knowing she could taste herself on my lips, and then offered her my fingers, which she dutifully sucked clean. And laughed. She always laughs after cumming, it’s a joy. I sometimes cry after cumming which is a bit awkward, but she laughs. It made me laugh too.

We rolled over onto our backs and laughed for a bit, holding hands. I remember thinking I needed to get a mirror for the ceiling, because I wanted desperately to see what the two of us looked like just then. The redhead and the brunette laying together naked after having made love.

We spooned after that, relaxing and the warmth of being together. She wanted to be the big spoon which doesn’t work because I am a lot taller than she. But we did it, and it was nice. Being the little spoon always reminds me of being in bed with a guy, because I am usually big spoon when with a girl. But it felt good to feel her naked body all along my back and hips.

She fingered me after a while, reaching around and then sliding around and coming in from the back. I lifted my leg up and back over her legs to give her access. It was a lovely feeling to just have her play with me.

Eventually she stopped.

And eventually I realized she had gone to sleep.

I chuckled to myself. It would have been nice if she had continued fingering, I could have had more orgasms, for sure. But it was clear, she was tired and hadn’t had enough sleep.

Slowly, I wormed my way out of bed without disturbing her (too much), covered her with the sheet, and went off to do some things around the house like, well, answering emails. I sat in my big thinking chair, which is next to the bedroom window with the tiniest bit of a view of the hills, and watched her while she slept.

It had been a dream morning. A time that had filled me with happiness and love.

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