Dallas Ch. 03

Dallas Ch. 03

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Slowly rolling his exhausted body to one side, we lay with our eyes closed, my fingers enveloped into his.

I can feel his breathing become steady and know that he is a well satisfied man.

I lie next to this man who I have worked for and known for years and realize I have never spent the night with him.

Is tonight the first?

His breathing becomes sleeping and I hear the phone ringing in his jacket.

Inching away from him, I step across the room and reach for his phone. I notice it is his wife and I set the phone in the bathroom, under a towel, to silence it. I didn’t want it to wake him up.

Lifting his white shirt off the floor, I slip it on and button a few buttons.

Standing in the door frame of the bathroom, I watch him sleep. He looks very peaceful, so very handsome.

Vulnerable.

The wicked thought of Manavgat Escort jumping in the middle of him and riding him crosses my mind, but I drape my red dress across him instead. I can’t resist painting his toenails with a single coat of my red nail polish. I brush it on lightly and quickly with silent giggles.

Taking the fruit plate and what is left of the wine in the bottle, I step out to the balcony. Nestling in a chair to watch the traffic lights zipping to who knows where in downtown Dallas on this fine evening, I wonder how many of the masses would like to be sipping wine and eating strawberries.

Leaving the door cracked a bit, the noise from the street and sirens from the distance wake him out of his afterglow nap. I can hear the bathroom door close and know that he is awake and moving around the room.

He pulls his Manavgat Escort Bayan pants on and checks his phone.

Pushing the sliding glass balcony door open as he joins me, I ask him if he wants some strawberries.

He lays his phone on the table, adjusts the chair so he can sit at the table with me and says “sure”.

I ask him if he got his phone message and he responds with a grunt. He is not quite fully awake and notices that I have his shirt on.

“When did we change clothes?” he asks.

AND when did my toenails become blood red?

Smiling innocently and replying “when you were sleeping, I guess Tinkerbelle decided to play tricks on you. She must like the color red.” I hand him a strawberry. He lifts his toes in the air to admire the paint job.

“This is a first.” he admits.

“Well, she could Escort Manavgat have doused you in chocolate and had her way with you, so you got off easy I think.”

Smiling at him, I sit back in my chair and watch the lights.

“I want you to do something tomorrow,” he begins.

Perking up and taking notice that he is awake and his mind is beginning to spin, I ask him “What would you like, dear?”

“I have to be at the convention center early. I want you to go shop and get a black suit and join me on the floor for the lunch break.”

“Ok”, I reply. “Not a problem.”

I’m glad he asked me to join him. I was hoping to spend more time with him.

My mind begins to race as to how I can doll up a black suit and show up at the booth and be his eye candy for the day.

We finish the fruit plate and wine bottle in comfortable silence.

He rises and takes my hand and leads me back inside.

Closing the door behind us, he leads me to the bed.

I sit gently and he asks if he can stay in my room tonight.

I hand him a pillow, smile at him and ask him which side he wants.

to be continued…

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Cucked… But No Regrets Pt. 02

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Lexi lay on the floor recovering from an intense orgasm. She looked up admiring the man who had given her immense pleasure just moments before. She had only met Ross that night after a few weeks of messaging and chatting on the phone. His body was toned and muscular and his cock was still large and swollen, glistening in the light as it was covered in a mixture of Lexi’s pussy juice and his hot semen.

As she looked up at her lover, Lexi rubbed a hand over her nipples making them tingle. She bit her lip as she stared intently at Ross’ swollen cock, imagine how good it would feel to have it inside her again. Her hands slipped down her body and began to rub at her clit, as she did so, Lexi opened her legs and felt Ross’ hot sperm running out of her pussy.

Ross looked down at his new conquest. She was clearly still turned on and had not been fulfilled from their initial hard fuck on the floor. Lexi now had two fingers deep inside her pussy and was caressing her right nipple with her spare hand. Ross walked around Lexi as she looked up at him. He stopped when he was above her and then knelt with his legs either side of her head. Lexi arched her neck and opened her willing mouth.

Ross’ cock was still swollen from the previous fuck but it was bigger than what Lexi was used to and as soon as she began to suck it into her throat it began to grow by Antalya Escort the stroke. Lexi reached up and grasped the base of the shaft, pull Ross deeper into her mouth. She began to gag on his shaft but tried her best to provide her man with deep pleasure as his cock continued to swell.

Ross looked down at Lexi and was highly impressed at her ability to swallow such a large proportion of his cock. He felt bad that she was giving him intense pleasure and had stopped fingering her own pussy – he knew such selflessness deserved rewarding and he knew exactly how to proceed.

Lexi felt a little disappointed when Ross pulled his cock from her mouth but was happy to feel the pressure relieve in her throat. She allowed Ross to pull her up to her feet and then stood in front of him. Lexi suddenly felt a slight ting of vulnerability. Ross towered over her with his 6ft2 frame and muscular body on show. Lexi stood naked in front of him as he stepped forward and caressed her bare ass with his left hand before using his right hand to pull her face and lips to his.

The couple kissed hard as their bodies came together. Lexi grasped Ross’ cock with both hands and began to stroke the entire length before cupping his balls in one hand and using her other to work up and down the length. By this point Ross was fully grown and precum oozed from Antalya Escort Bayan the tip and down over Lexi’s hand as the pair kissed and their tongue began to intertwine.

Ross took his chance and pushed Lexi back towards the sofa, turning her as she stepped back and positioning her onto her knees. Lexi grasped the back of the sofa and looked back over her shoulder to allow Ross to kiss her from behind. As he did, Lexi felt Ross’ large swollen cock push against the opening to her ready wet pussy. Ross placed a hand on each of Lexi’s hips and positioned himself to fuck his new lover harder than she could imagine.

Ross had no difficulty in sliding every inch deep into Lexi’s tight pussy and at the moment his balls touched her, he held his posed, pushing deeper and allowing Lexi to acclimatise to the fat shaft now splitting her open. Not a word was said, Ross just knew Lexi was ready and began to thrust into her hard and controlled.

“Oh my god he is so big from this angle, i can feel every ridge!” Lexi thought to herself as she grasped the sofa harder.

Ross looked down at this hot redhead girl riding his cock as he began to thrust into her. He could see her holding onto the material of the sofa, her knuckles were white and her wedding ring stood out as she started to moan and groan. Ross was smashing his cock Escort Antalya into her G spot and she couldn’t control her vocal enjoyment.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already” Lexi said in her head as she let out a long orgasm that rocked her body.

She could feel her pussy gushing and as Ross continued to thrust the sound became noticeably more wet. Ross didn’t relent. He had found a rhythm and was going to continue rocking his new woman until he tight pussy milked him dry. Ross grabbed Lexi’s hair and pulled her up so that she was resting her weight on her knees. She placed a hand on the back of Ross’ head and the other on his hand that was now planted on her left breast.

This altered position gave Ross the ability to slam into Lexi’s body as they kissed harder and more passionately. He squeezed her breast as Lexi’s orgasm began to build a second time. It built and built as they kissed and Lexi let out her moans as she tipped over the edge. Ross knew he was close and was about to shoot deep into Lexi.

“I’m going to cum” Ross looked into Lexi’s eyes as he slowed his thrusts.

“Please don’t stop” Lexi gasped.

Ross held Lexi in his arms and against his muscular body as he pushed his big cock into Lexi a few more times. Lexi stared into Ross’ dark eyes as she felt her new man begin to cum. Again, she could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot his sperm deep into her pussy.

Lexi knelt on the sofa as her pussy oozed onto the material. Her mind wandered to her husband sat at home waiting but soon turned back to Ross as she sat beside her. The pair kissed again as they recovered for another round…

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Country Cafe

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I was driving through the countryside with a friend of mine, George, by name. Now George, while being a very nice chap with a nice line in charm and an attraction to women, has one fatal flaw. He looks like a certain well known film star.

It can really irritate him when people come up and ask for autographs, but he’s finally figured out a solution. He just signs whatever they push at him with the words ‘I am not who you think I am’. By the time they decipher his writing, he’s gone.

You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought the matter up. It’s like this. We were feeling peckish and so we pulled up at this country café. It was too late for lunch and too early for most people to want afternoon tea, so by chance we were the only customers in the café.

The café had an Asian theme, Japanese I think, and the hostess was Asian and dressed in a kimono. She was quite a lovely woman, petite and with that ageless Japanese look that put her at somewhere between twenty and fifty.

So much for Japanese inscrutability. She recognised George as his alter ego as soon as we walked in, and her eyes went very wide. Before she could say anything, I chipped in.

“Good afternoon,” I said pleasantly. “I’m John and this is George Brown. Would it be possible for us to have a table, please.”

I lay some heavy emphasis on the George Brown, looking firmly at the woman to make sure she got the message. She did.

She was almost bowing as she ushered us to a table and fetched menus.

George was giving me the old fish-eye, demanding to know what the hell I was doing.

“Damnit,” he said. “The way you introduced me sounded so fake that she’s now convinced that she’s got a film star in her café.”

“True,” I said, unrepentant, “and I bet we get superb service while we’re here.”

“You, Johnny boy, have an evil turn of mind,” I was informed.

I laughed and took a menu, and then we ordered out late lunch.

I was right. The service was impeccable. The woman couldn’t do enough for us, hovering over us obsequiously, desperate that everything should go well. I saw a pretty young lass stick her head out of the kitchen door to give us the once over. She blushed and withdrew when I smiled and nodded to her.

Being two healthy young men we naturally discussed the physical attributes of the woman serving us. She really was quite lovely in that timeless Asian manner, and so eager to serve. After observing her for a while I’d have put her age somewhere in the thirties, but I could have been wrong.

George made the comment that he wouldn’t kick her out of his bed, and I laughed.

“The way she’s acting, why don’t you just suggest she lie down on the floor next to the table. Bet you ten bucks she’ll do so.”

George laughed at that.

“More likely to get my face slapped,” he said.

I was shocked. “Slap the face of you know who?” I gasped. “Believe me, it’ll never happen. The most that will happen will be that she’ll blush and refuse. Try it. Ten bucks on it.”

George Alanya Escort ignored my challenge, but he continued to look the woman over as she moved around. Eventually she came over and asked if there was anything else and George turned on that charming smile of his.

“Well, yes,” he said, his voice as smooth as syrup. “Would you be so kind as to lay down on the floor here.” He indicated the passage next to the table.

The woman blushed, looked at George, looked at the floor again and then back at George. For a moment I thought she was going to scurry back to the counter, but to my surprise she actually sank down and laid on the floor.

I heard her say, “What if my daughter should come out?” and so I hastened to reassure her.

“I’ll go and keep her company for a little while,” I said. “Compliment her on her cooking and things like that.”

I watched for a moment as George settled down next to the hostess, tugging at her obi. The knot slipped open and then George was spreading the kimono, and I will say that that woman had an excellent figure and a taste for minute lacy underwear. I rose and headed for the kitchen while George was drawing the panties down.

In the kitchen was the young lady I’d seen peeking out earlier. She didn’t believe in kimonos it appeared, being dressed in a blouse and skirt. She blushed when I came in, but politely asked how she could help.

“Your mother is helping out, ah, George,” I said. “She said I should come out here and you would help me.”

“Oh,” she said, trying to look past me to see what was going on. “Um, is that really..? She stated to say, but I broke in quickly.

“He’s a friend of mine who goes by the name of George Brown, right now. OK?”

She nodded, content. ‘George Brown’ was in their café.

“What sort of help is my mother giving Mister Brown,” she now asked, “and how can I help you?”

“To answer both your questions,” I said, “like this.”

I started undoing the buttons on her blouse. I had undone three before she managed to protect the rest, demanding to know what I thought I was doing.

“I was undressing you,” I explained reasonably. “I can’t expect you to make love to me while you’re still wearing your clothes.”

She flushed at that. “You can’t,” she said, “and what has that to do with my mother.”

“You wanted to know what she was doing for George,” I pointed out.

“My mother?” she exclaimed, shocked. “But she’s old. She doesn’t do things like that.”

“Apparently, when someone like George asks, she does. She also told me to come and see you.”

I now moved the young woman’s hands aside and continued undoing her buttons. By the time she had recovered from her shock her blouse was open, showing a very nice pair of breasts, in a bra that looked like a match for her mothers. Very lacy and barely there.

“What’s your name?” I asked. I’ve always thought it the height of bad manners to have sex with someone without asking their name.

“Tanika,” she told me, “and leave Alanya Escort Bayan my buttons alone.”

“You leave them alone,” I said, pushing her hand gently away from where she was trying to refasten them.

My other hand in the meantime had flicked open the button at the waist of her skirt and flicked down her zip. To Tanika’s consternation, her skirt promptly heard the call of gravity and slithered down to the floor.

I took the collar of Tanika’s blouse and pulled it apart and pushed back and down, peeling her blouse off, so that she was now standing in bra and panties, flapping her hands and trying to work out what to do next to stop me.

The interesting thing I found about stripping Tanika was that she wasn’t trying to fight me, but was rather arguing about whether I should do this or not.

Apparently Tanika thought she should protect her bra as her hands covered her breasts. That was OK by me as it permitted me to take hold of her panties and slide them down. Unlike her mother, Tanika shaved I noticed.

With her panties gone, Tanika gave a squeak and dropped her hands. I didn’t bother to try to undo her bra, but just grabbed the sides of it and lifted so that the cups slip up and over her breasts, leaving them to bob in freedom.

“Lift your arms,” I commanded, and when she did I continued to lift the bra up and off, leaving Tanika completely nude. (Sandals didn’t count.)

Now that Tanika was naked I picked her up and sat her on the kitchen bench. It was going to be a very nice height, I decided.

Tanika was still telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this, but her resistance quotient seemed to be zero. I pushed her hands onto the bench behind her, making her lean back a little, presenting her breasts to my mouth.

And very tasty breasts I found them as I started to kiss and taste them, moving from one to the other and back again. Tanika’s nipples were quickly erect, practically begging to be sucked, and I was happy to oblige.

While my mouth was occupied, my hands weren’t idle. I had moved her knees apart and was now standing between them while my hands started teaching her pussy what I wanted. I was stroking her in time to the kisses and tasting of her breasts, feeling her nether lips swelling under me, moving apart for me.

My fingers darted between those lovely folds, exploring what was within. A slow stroke across her clitoris had her writhing against my hand, and a careful check showed no hymen. I pushed a finger deeper into her vagina, warning her of pleasures yet to come.

She was hot and wet and unresisting. I took a step back so that she could see what I was doing, which was undoing my trousers and letting them drop. My underpants followed, showing her that I was ready to pay her the ultimate complement, and her eyes watched as I slowly moved my erection between her legs and pressed against her pussy.

“Now?” I asked.

“What if I say no?” Tanika whispered.

“Then I will be very disappointed,” I told her, “and probably Escort Alanya be a real grouch for the rest of the day, but I would accept it.”

Tanika stared at me, and then looked down at where I was pressed against her. She brought one hand around and reached down and closed it around my erection, just feeling the size and warmth of it. She ran her hand up it to where it was pressing against her, and her fingers gently spread her lips in front of me.

Very quietly, she said, “OK, go.”

So I did, moving slowly but steadily into her, hearing her take a breath as I came in and seeming to continue breathing in until I was all the way inside. Then she let her breath out with a rush and seemed to collapse forward around my cock, clasping it within her.

Now that things had progressed this far, I saw no benefit in delay. I started moving forcefully against Tanika, driving deeper into her and then relaxing. Tanika just sat on the counter for the first few moments, letting it happen to her, observing more than participating, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy.

I could hear her breathing start to come faster, as she watched and felt me taking her. She seemed to reach a crisis point, leaned towards me and threw her arms around me while her legs clasped around my waist.

From that point on she was moving with me, no longer an observer but a willing participant, striving to take and give pleasure in the most basic way possible.

We melded together, a single being, with pleasure our sole purpose for being. We swayed back and forth, with me using the counter top to give the backstop I needed to hold Tanika still while I drove into her.

It wasn’t long before I could hear Tanika starting to make little squeaking sounds of pleasure. As they grew louder into soft squeals as the friction escalated, I thought it wise to kiss her, swallowing the sounds.

It was probably one of the smarter things I’ve done, as very soon Tanika was screaming as her orgasm hit her. She must, I though, be incredibly sensitive to come this fast. However, now that she had come, I was released of any obligation to delay, and I rammed home with a vengeance, finally spilling my seed.

At about the time I heard Tanika scream, I also heard a squeal from the main café, and I thought it safe to assume that George and his friend had finished their entertainment. Deeming it unwise to be caught with my dick in the daughter when Mummy came back, I withdrew and hitched up my trousers.

Planting a final kiss on Tanika’s mouth I headed back to the eating area, finding George settling the bill with a generous tip. (I’d already left a tip in Tanika’s blouse pocket that I thought she might appreciate.)

As the Hostess headed towards the kitchen I hustled George out the front door. Time we were on our way in my opinion. As we left I heard a loud spate of Japanese issuing from the kitchen. Apparently Tanika hadn’t managed to get dressed in time. I didn’t understand what the mother said, but Tanika’s reply came through loud and clear.

“I was just doing what you told him I’d do when you sent him out to me. The same thing that you were doing with George.”

Being discreet types, George and I departed. We were not so insensitive as to listen in on a family argument.

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Crista Meets Her Match Ch. 01

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Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and the core of her existence. She couldn’t really remember when things had changed, wasn’t certain when the light bulb finally burned bright in her mind but now, this moment, she found herself sitting fidgety, waiting for the Armageddon she know was coming.

At first she had felt in control. What harm could a little conversation do? Perhaps the very action of sharing her need for more would somehow make it seem less weighty. At first things seemed as she had planned. He was nice enough, funny, clever, intriguing, but she was in control and felt free enough to share intimacies normally kept locked deep inside. The day had flown by wonderfully, humdrum activities made almost enjoyable by the steady stream of messages lighting up her cell phone. It took a while for her to realize she was aroused, not the usual physical sensation of wetness resulting from naughty thoughts or actions but something deep inside of her psyche that hadn’t been touched for what seemed a lifetime.

For the fifth time Crista checked her appearance in the mirrored wall opposite. Money was scarce and the clothes she wore were simply a reflection on the need to spend what cash there was on necessities. The jeans fitted nicely, mid-waist with boot cut legs they accentuated her shape wonderfully. Her white shirt was clean, well pressed and the two open buttons at the top suggested the rise of her cleavage perfectly, the black top nondescript but somehow made the outfit complete. The black flip flops were almost two casual. But she had nice feet, often complimented on and felt quite comfortable showing her carefully painted toe nails.

She had avoided making the error of too much makeup. Her eyes were a great feature, just a touch of mascara to the lashes and some darkness added to her well-formed eye brows enhanced her hazel irises depth within sparking white surrounds. A little color to her well-shaped lips and she was happy. Casually she passed the tip of her tongue across their fullness and suddenly realized her mouth was dry. The nervousness made her smile, her wriggling stomach reminded her of the feeling she had when he complimented her as he often did. She flushed a little and knew she was wet again.

Her cell phone buzzed, dancing happily across the table as it vibrated. The text was short and frustrating.

“You look beautiful. Go to room 211 at the Economy Inn.”

Crista was a little put out. Firstly he must have seen her and not said hello and going straight to a motel room was a little seedy. The phone danced again.

“I need you badly but I want it to be very special.”

Damn now she was hot. Special? She had no idea what he meant but suddenly she realized her nipples were trying to push their way through bra and shirt simultaneously. Rising hastily she went to the counter to pay for her latte.

.”All paid ma’am, the gentleman covered your bill when he left.”

“Ohh, okay.”

Crista smiled sweetly at the barista to cover her confusion.

“He left this for you.”

“Thank you.”

Crista picked up the key-card and walked straight to the motel just next door. Room 211 was on the second floor, at the very end of the block and looked expensive. The room was large, two king beds, a 48″ television enclosed in a black lacquered wall unit, a nice looking dining table with two chairs and a comfortable leather look couch Manavgat Escort and matching lazy-boy. Crista threw her purse on the nearest bed and headed for the bathroom, nerves and coffee were getting the better of her. The bathroom was huge, a tub with water jets and a walk in shower unit large enough for a party. She absent-mindedly started counting the plush towels but gave up at twenty two. The flush of the toilet almost deadened the buzz of the phone still in her purse but somehow she had known it would ring. The text was breathe taking.

“Glad you like the room. Lean against the table with your back to the door and no peaking.”

She heard the door open and with great control just managed to stop herself looking. Her palms were pressed flat on the table’s shiny surface and she could feel the perspiration between her skin and the wood start to pool. His footfall was soft but the hairs on the back of her neck told her he was standing close, very close.

“You’re like a dream come true.”

The words whispered in her ear made her quiver but the breathe caressing her skin as he spoke caused her cervix to cartwheel and crash against her womb.

“This is silk.”

The blindfold moved softly against her cheeks then she felt his sure hands tie the ends together at the back of her head.

“Trust me.”

Gently he drew her wrists behind her back and wrapped them together with what felt like another silk scarf.

“I want to taste you so badly.”

His mouth found the nape of her neck right below the hair line, kissing and gently nipping at the flesh. She shuddered with anticipation and to her amazement felt herself almost climax. His lips worked down 0nto her left shoulder, sensuous kisses intermingled with delicious bites. Without thinking she arched her back and pressed her buttocks backwards till her hands still held tight behind her found the front of his pants and touched the object of her desire, hard and hot. His hands gripped her hips and then slowly slid round to enclose her waist before easing open the fastening of her jeans and sliding the zipper downwards. The hands moved to her belly, fingers gently stroking, the touches like firebrands burning into her soul. Her fingers fought to grip his shaft through the coarseness of the pant material and she gasped as she finally understood the girth that hopefully would soon be impaling her.

Slowly she felt the waist of her jeans starting to peel down her legs. Down over her thrusting buttocks, past her trembling thighs and quaking knees to concertina around her calves. Then the most delicious of sensations, his tongue hot and slick moving upwards in the opposite direction. Spreading her legs as wide as possible with ankles confined in the sheath of denim she bowed her knees as the moist lingual probe seemed to flay her flesh on its rising path till tantalizingly it lapped at the very edge of her panties. His hands pushed the cotton of her underwear deep into her ass crack allowing him to slaver her inner cheeks greedily.

“Keep very still.”

She had hardly taken the words in when she felt the coldness of metal slide between her panties and her right hip. An almost inaudible snip and the fabric fell away. The coldness touched her left hip momentarily and that panty side was severed as well. . Crista now took matters in her own hands and forcing her thighs to part as much as possible freed the juice soaked garment to fall to the floor.

Crista could feel his hot breathe on her ass cheeks and the feel of his hands spreading them wide made her stomach leap with desire. His breathing was fast, each exhalation causing her labia lips to spread a little wider till she was sure he could probably Manavgat Escort bayan see the deep dark interior of her core completely. Expectantly she waited for the touch of his tongue on her soft folds, could feel the wetness run from her cervix over her urethra to settle in slick beads on the edge of her swollen gash.

“OH FUCK!”

The words just flew out of her mouth as the tip of his tongue traveled along her ass crack from anus to hood. Crista felt her knees start to buckle and only remained upright by collapsing her whole upper body across the table top. His tongue found her vulva and pressed inwards, deeper than she imagined possible, penetrating her in fast darting thrusts.

“YYYEEESSSSSSSSS!”

Crista climaxed hard. Her cervix dropping downwards like a stone before rebounding up to repeat in ever increasing spasms. His tongue was possessed, thrusting, twisting, fucking her as hard and fast as she had ever been taken.

Momentarily she must have lost consciousness because as she came round a distinctly different sensation greeted her. His tongue was still in motion but its aim was now firmly fixed on her virgin ass bud. Alarmed she began to close her thighs but his hands gently kept them parted as the warm tingling sensations of rimming over took her body. Crista had never been happy to participate in ass play. Perhaps it was her naivety, or just a sense of unnaturalness she felt for the act but she had always shied away from this one part of carnal activity. Certainly she had found her own tongue stray to a partner’s sphincter when performing fellatio or tea-bagging but to be the recipient was a totally new and slightly alarming experience. The fear soon turned to pleasure as his tongue delved into the tight orifice and she was amazed to feel that most private of orifices pucker in a desirous reaction.

“OH MY GOD!”

Her body shuddered and she climaxed expelling a stream of fluid from her urethra.

“GOD I SQUIRTED.”

The words had barely left her mouth when another arcing stream of fluids escaped her pee hole.

“I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!”

Crista felt herself blush as she whined but was totally focused on immediate possession of his love spear in one way or another. She felt him stand, the scarf around her wrists give way, her body being turned, being helped to a kneeling position already with mouth wide open and tongue playing over her lips. Hers hands fumbled on his belt in her eagerness to taste her desire.

“Please I need to see.”

The blindfold happily fell away from her eyes and she stared directly at the bulge awaiting her. Crista had no problem with the buckle now and with trembling fingers lowered the zipper fully. Easing the fabric to left and right she licked the still short covered shaft and inhaled deeply as his scent permeated all around her. Fingers gripping the waist band of his jeans she slid them down and sitting back on her heels ran the fingertips of her right hand along his cotton covered length while her left cupped the tightness of his sac. Taking a deep breathe inwards she gripped the waistband of the white underwear, pulled it forward and down to stare hungrily at the mushroom head that jumped to a few inches from her face.

“Fuck that’s huge.”

Notwithstanding her amazement she took the monster deep into her mouth in one movement rolling her tongue against the veined ivory flesh. Now she was in her element, cock sucking was her passion and this was a penis worthy of her every talent. Having moistened the shaft from tip to almost base Crista turned her attention to his ball sac. Lifting he throbbing member up horizontally she in turn took each round gland into her mouth, Escort Manavgat sucking gently and rolling the spherical seed dispensers with her tongue. Lifting the sac a little she traced the central join of skin that lead back to his anus wondering if she would dare to tongue that dark haven before this day was finished. She heard the softest of moans escape his lips and the gentle touch of his fingers in her hair. Delighted at this positive response she returned her attention to the throbbing rod itself.

The velveteen texture of the mushroom head against her tongue was amazing. She felt her labia throb and widen hopefully and the constant flow of moisture from her orifice was trickling back to cover her still pulsing ass bud. Pulling the foreskin completely back she allowed her lingus to explore the rim of the head, dallying over the lower cleft that drove all men wild. Finally having explored the whole surface she curled her tongue and lapped and probed the urethral opening. Happily she tasted the honey of precum.

Slowly she licked along each vein jutting from the shaft, feeling the heat and power of the blood engorged within. She desperately wanted to work her mouth along its length and extract all his essence but the opportunity to worship this phallic idol at leisure was too great to rush. She heard him groan again, this time guttural with a tinge of animal lust, his hands winding in her mane tightly. Her scalp screamed whilst her cervix went crashing wildly again.

The next few seconds were a blur. She was lifted, pushed backwards onto the edge of the bed, legs lifted vertical, her jeans and panties pulled insistently away to leave her ankles resting high on his shoulders. Lifting her head slightly she looked down her body to see the monster approaching her cavern of love. The hot tip nuzzled her soaked labia momentarily then with a deep thrust filled her vaginal canal utterly.

“FUCK! FUCK!”

That first stab, deep enough to smash his tip hard against her cervical sphincter was her undoing. The climaxes came in wave after wave, ripples cavorting up and down her belly, each one faster and harder than the last till all merged into such utter carnal pleasure she was unable to take breathe. He gave her CPR, long deep thrusts that seemed to siphon every ounce of her body fluid to leak like a spurting faucet from her widely stretched orifice.

His hips were pumping fast. Short stabs hard against her cervix that foretold his soon to be ejaculation. Christa felt his tight scrotum slamming against her ass bud and wanted his seed desperately, to feel its force, its texture, to taste it, she wanted that sweet salty essence dumped deep into her throat.

“Please cum in my mouth.”

His rhythm was reaching its crescendo, his head thrown back, nails gripping her flesh like talons.

“Please no one has ever cum in my mouth and let me swallow his load!”

Momentarily he stopped moving and their eyes met. His expression expressed his shock at her revelation and also betrayed a tinge of animalistic delight. Pulling his almost exploding cock from her sheath his hands reached forward to grasp her tightly by the hair and pull her upright. Crista’s mouth opened just in time to engulf the throbbing shaft as his testes pumped their precious cargo to shoot passed her epiglottis and fill her windpipe. She swallowed fast but the volume continued, a thick chocking wad that send her spiraling into a seemingly endless crescendo of orgasms.

She awoke a little later, her head nestled against his semi erect penis, his hand carelessly draped between her thighs stroking her clitoris.

“You fell asleep Crista.”

Suddenly the name sounded strange and inappropriate.

“My real name is Laura. Call me Laura.”

She licked her lips and tasted his essence, smelt it strong in her nostrils and felt the heat secure in her belly. Moving her head a fraction she took the head of his member between her lips and tongued the surface for any remaining seed.

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I had wanted him since the first day we started working together. I hadn’t thought anything of him in those first few hours that we started. He wasn’t anything I would have looked twice at on any given day. But this day, we were training side by side.

He stood about 5’10” he had dark red hair and skin so white he was pink. He had an Italian last name but you could tell his momma was Irish because that’s what he looked like. He had a perfectly symmetrical nose and light brown hazel eyes.

The first thing I noticed that day was his sense of humor. He was funny and he was really confident. Then I saw his feet, they were huge. I know, just a myth, but I couldn’t help but notice they were big for someone only 5’10”. But the last thing, the thing that sealed my fate was his voice. It was so deep, so soft yet firm. His vocal chords just seemed to vibrate on a frequency that made the walls of my pussy quiver.

It had been going on for a couple of weeks now. Our cubicles neighbored each other and the walls were only 4 feet high so we chatted often and helped each other with our workload. We made a great team and our supervisor loved us for it. She piled on the work and we cranked it out and I enjoyed every blessed second of it. But it was sooo hard. We worked together, CLOSELY together. This was so unethical to even consider.

One Friday, I happened to go out with a few people from work at a local bar. We were having a good time and it got a little later I think than any of us anticipated. At around 9p Justin walked in with a girl. He saw the few of us who were left and came over to say hello. Introduced the girl as “Kate” Not ‘my friend Kate’ but just ‘Kate.’ There seemed to be something bothering him ever so slightly but I couldn’t tell what it was.

They decided to join us and in the next hour and a half the last few people had left from the office. Kate got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

As soon as she was in the door Justin had pinned me against the wall.

“I really want to kiss you.”

You’re crazy, your girlfriend is here.”

“I notice you didn’t say anything about there being a problem with us working together or more to the point, that you don’t want to.”

“Well, of course there is tha-” I stammered.

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my date and I don’t want her. I’m here because she asked me, not because I asked her. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day we started working together. I know you want me too.”

“What makes you think-“

And before I could get the words out, his mouth was on mine. He didn’t try to shove his tongue in my mouth. His lips sucked mine urgently as I tried to push him back. Truth is I didn’t really want him to stop and quickly gave up the fight as I sucked his lips back. I felt his tongue slightly peruse my lips without intruding. Somewhere in the background I was aware that my hand was still on his chest from trying to push him off of me.

Finally, he stopped kissing me and I stumbled slightly, I was so grateful for the wall behind me. My breath was coming in slight gasps and I felt my face flushed.

“What makes me think what?” He asked smiling at me.

“Here comes your date.” I said.

She came back to us and I made up some excuse about having to leave.

“Justin, go walk her to her car. Don’t let her walk out there alone.” Little did she know.

“I’m all right, really.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s getting late and all these guys are drunk here. Justin, go with her.”

“It’s no trouble Celeste. I’ll be right back Kate.”

He did indeed walk me to my car. When we arrived at the car he pinned my body against it and wrapped his arms around my body. I felt his warm hands slowly make their way through my hair. He bent to kiss me and this time I returned it full force and we wasted no time in touching tongues. What was I doing?

“I want to see you tomorrow.” He said when we came up for air.

“All right. Call me tomorrow.”

“I will.”

“I know. I’ll answer.”

The next day that phone didn’t leave my side. When it finally rang I jumped out of my skin.

“Hello?”

“I thought for a minute you weren’t going to pick up.”

“I told you I would.”

“So, what are you doing?”

“Drying off.”

“Are you freshly cleaned on a Saturday evening?”

“Of course I am.” I made my voice huskier.

“Mmmm, give me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8p. Wear something dressy and if you don’t mind, I prefer a skirt or a little black dress.”

“You prefer.” I sassed.

“I do. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a good time, it will be worth it to listen to me.”

“I’ll see you at 8p.” I laughed into the phone.

“Yes, you will.”

I hung up the phone and ran to the closet. I had the perfect dress. It was an oriental style dress. But it was black as night velvet and had blood red filigree tastefully placed, and though it was a high neck dress, it had cap sleeves and a skirt that left little to the imagination. Side Escort

I wore a little pair of Jimmy Choo mules. They were black with pointy toes and little two and half inch heels. I was suddenly a whopping 5’4″ and a half. I looked at myself in the mirror. My body looked good in this dress, not that there was anything wrong with it. I’m petite so I have curves. 32C breasts, 22 waist and 34 hips. Oh yes, you could see the Sicilian in those hips. However, my hair would not do worn down tonight. This dress called for it to be up. I quickly pulled it into a French twist and left a tendril free.

I put on some lip gloss and mascara. I didn’t need much, I always had nice skin and I just didn’t believe in the stuff I guess. But going out at least called for mascara for my baby blues and some gloss. I also swept a little shimmer over my face and instantly I glowed.

Not long after I heard the bell ring.

I went to the door and opened it. There he stood and he looked so good.

He had on Timbs and slacks that fit his lower half perfectly. He wore a thick Phat Farm sweater that was olive green and it looked so good on him with that dark red hair. I couldn’t believe that a red head was turning me on.

“Wow. I knew you’d look good but I had no idea.”

I blushed. “Oh stop silly.”

“What? Take the compliment, don’t be embarrassed by it, It’s true, I’ll have the hottest girl in the club tonight.”

“Woman.”

“And how. So, can I come in?” He asked.

I laughed a little at myself. “Where are my manners, of course, please come in.”

He closed the door and turned to me. He just looked me in my eyes.

“What?” I asked, slightly intimidated but in such a good warm way.

“I have to kiss you.”

“Have to? No one’s making you.”

“Oh yes. You are in that dress with those shoes and that hair and…” He walked up to me and looked down at me. I looked back up at him and finally looked down. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face back up.

“Don’t be afraid of me.”

“I’m no-” And once again his sweet little lips were on mine. I felt his hands on my waist and they encircled me as he lifted me up to his level.

“You are so little.” He said as we parted lips.

“And you keep cutting me off mid-sentence with those kisses of yours.” I smiled.

“Do you mind?”

“No.”

“Mmm, we’d better get out of here before I ravish you right here.” He said.

“Patience and confidence. You are sure of yourself.”

He just looked at me and winked.

He took me to the city that night to a nightclub that played mostly hip hop. He danced me under the table. For a white boy he had some moves. His body stayed glued to mine much of the night as we moved to the beat. I could feel every inch of him and realized for the first time that night that we were basically having sex through our clothes. The only difference was the lack of penetration but he was making love to me on that dance floor.

At one point he had me facing away from him and his hands were planted on my hips and he leaned over me. I felt his breath hot on my neck and then I felt his mouth on it as well. His lips gently sucked up the line of my neck and worked his way up to my ear. He sucked the lobe and lightly bit it.

“I dream of you at night. I dream of being inside you and making you cum.” He said.

I leaned back into him and reached my arm behind his head and pulled him in a backwards kiss. He turned me around to face him to the beat of the blaring music. One hand was on my ass and the other held me by my neck.

“Let’s get out of here.” I heard myself say. “If you don’t get out of those clothes soon I think I’ll take them from you right here on the dance floor.”

Justin didn’t need to be told twice. He eagerly led me to the coat check and got our coats.

When we arrived back at my house he actually opened my door for me and held out his hand to help me out of the car. I heard my heel hit the pavement and knew my leg looked sexy in this exiting position. If he looked just right he could see a hint of my panties as my legs parted to get out of the car.

“Where are your keys?” He asked. I held them up and he took them. “Which one?” I showed him wondering what he was up to and without warning he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“Making sure you don’t get away. I’ve waited for so long to have you and I’m not going to mess it up now.” I heard the keys jingle as he approached the door.

“I wasn’t going to go anywhere.”

“Shshshshsh, just sit back, relax, and enjoy my ride.” He snickered.

I smiled as he opened the door. I saw the parking area get smaller and smaller as we entered and the door closed. He walked to the bedroom and he stood me in front of the bed. It was a rather high bed and king size.

“That’s a rather large bed for someone so small and who sleeps alone.”

“Mmmm, but it’s all mine.”

He smiled Side Escort Bayan down at me and slid my coat off my shoulders. He pulled me into another kiss, a soft tempting kiss and I was vaguely aware of his hands holding my neck seeking out the zipper to my dress. Once found I heard the zip as he slowly pulled it down my back. Once down he opened the back of my dress and caressed my back never once breaking contact with my mouth. I felt the dress being pulled gently forward and then fall to my feet.

He broke the kiss then and stepped a little away from me. He looked down at me. I had thigh high black silk stockings on and a black lace bra. The lights weren’t on but the room was lit up from the moon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered.

I blushed as I reached for his sweater and pulled it off of him. I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. He took off the T-shirt he had on under the sweater as I proceeded to slowly drag his underwear down his body. We laughed as we realized we both forgot to get his shoes off first. He hastily untied and kicked them off and stepped out of the rest of his clothes.

I lifted my leg behind me to take off my shoes but he stopped me.

“Please don’t. Not yet.” He eyed me more hungrily and I lowered my leg.

He then scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed. He got on all fours above me, his hands resting just under my armpits and he lowered his upper body down to kiss me. I caressed his face and ran my fingers though his hair. His kisses went lower. I felt his lips on my chin and my neck, down to my chest and then I heard him breathe a sigh of happiness when he realized the clasp to my bra was in the front.

He quickly released them and let out a growl as they were free. He bent and kissed my right nipple. Suckled it then ever so gently grinded it with his teeth. He then moved to the left nipple. He kneaded the aroused flesh and suckled them just a little longer before moving down to my belly. His hands massaged my breasts and abdomen as I felt his tongue enter my belly button and what a strange tickling sensation that was. No one had ever done that before.

On to my stomach and finally I felt him approaching my pussy. I held my breath in torture and anticipation. His hands were on my hips slowly dragging off my black panties. I lifted one leg at a time to facilitate their removal and he kissed my leg and my knee as this happened. Once they were gone his hands were spreading my thighs and sighing in joy,

“Let me get a good look at you now.” I felt one of his hands leave my thigh as the other parted my pouting moist lips. I felt a finger enter me gently, then 2 then 3. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt his thumb start to gently stroke over my clit as his fingers started to slowly fuck in and out of me. “I’ve wanted to see your pussy for so long. Wanted to feel it grip my fingers and come on my cock.” A small whimper escaped my lips.

Now I felt the other hand leave my leg as well as it grabbed the top of my pussy and pulled it up. I then felt his hot breath on me as his thumb left my clit was replaced with his lips. First he sucked on the tiny bud and then his tongue found its way as well. He teased me with his butterfly strokes. My breathing became more labored and I started to grind against his mouth and fingers. I could feel something building within me and didn’t want to cum so fast. Didn’t want his mouth to leave me yet.

My hands rushed down to his head and grabbed it, letting the fingers slide through his silky hair, loathing the idea of it leaving my pussy and yet loving the idea that this man could make me so hot so fast.

His tongue picked up the pace and his lips would suck my clit in and release them over and over. Finally, I could take no more and I deluged his mouth with my first orgasm of the night. He reached up and grabbed one of my breasts as I came and lightly pinched a nipple. Twisted it deliciously as I came there on his hand.

“Are you ready for me, Celeste?” He asked. I smiled down at him as he raised his body up. For the first time I caught sight of his dick hard and was a little startled yet so hot to have him. I hadn’t expected him to be packing like that. It had to be 10″ long and as thick as my wrist. I found later that I couldn’t even close my hand around the base of it. It was shaped like a missile. The farther down the shaft you went the thicker his pole got.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll go slow at first.” He seemed to read my mind, but something told me that wasn’t the first time he’d seen that expression on a woman’s face.

He knelt between my legs and just stroked his cock up and down my lips teasing me. And then I felt him position that fat head right at the opening of my cunt. He let it stay there as he lowered himself over me. His lips found mine and as his tongue started to enter my mouth, so his cock started to penetrate the folds that hungered for him.

The first sensation was one of pure pleasure, but as he got a little Escort Side further in the thickness of him was giving me a run for my money. I sucked in my breath and inadvertently broke from his kiss.

“I know, Baby, I know. Just relax, I’ll stay gentle and slow. At least until you’re used to me.” He smiled at me and kissed my nose. “God, I’ve wanted to be inside you so long. I’ve dreamed of your tiny little body being invaded by mine. I’ve dreamed of making you cum all over my cock.” I felt a couple of more inches that felt like a mile slide up into me. The pain of him was delicious. “Tonight I’m going to make you feel the way you’re supposed to.” He grabbed my lips with his mouth again as I felt even more of him slip inside the tight vice like grip of my pussy. I could feel the lips swollen out around him as my body tried to take in something that was just a little too big for it.

He pulled the monstrous cock out of me to the head and then slid him back in gaining another inch. My breath was hard and he stroked my hair as he looked into my eyes. He bent and kissed my neck, sucked it. “It’s almost in, you almost have it all. Do you think you can handle it?” He asked, his voice even richer than I remembered it and that just seemed to make me more wet. My eyes snapped open in shock as I felt the rest of him glide into me. I felt his cock everywhere. Never had I been so stuffed, so gorged to repletion. “There, you have it all now. I don’t know how your little body can take it, but you have it all.” I felt his hips resting flush against my body and knew he wasn’t lying.

I felt him slowly draw himself out and then slide right back in. He started a slow stroking motion in and out of my tight little ravaged pussy and I heard myself moaning every time he hit that part of my body I didn’t even know existed. No one had ever been so deep inside of me before. I can’t say there wasn’t some discomfort, but it wasn’t a bad kind. It seemed to set the pleasure I was feeling off and make it explode.

He picked up the pace a little and drove into me with long, hard, irresistible strokes. I started to raise up to meet him now that I had fully adjusted to him. My hands clawed his back but not cruelly. I moved them down to his ass and grabbed the cheeks as I tried to push him further into me.

“I noticed this bed is quite high.” I heard him say. I wasn’t paying much attention as I was concentrating on the amount of cock I had in me but I started to comprehend what he said as he slid out of me and stood at the foot of the bed. I raised up on my elbows curious to see what he was doing. He reached down over my body and grabbed me by my thighs. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so fast I didn’t know what had happened until I was there. He lifted my left leg up on his shoulder and held the right one out as he split my body open. He came a little closer and continued his piercing of my pussy with that monstrous cock he possessed.

He started really pounding into me now. I was howling from the ecstasy and agony of it. My pussy walls quaked with him but every time he hilted me I saw stars. But oh how pretty they were.

“Stroke your clit for me. I want to see you play with yourself.” He commanded.

I slid a black-red nailed hand down to my pussy and began to circle it with my fingers. He let go of the leg on his shoulder as it stayed put he put a hand under me and lifted me up to meet his attack.

“Mmm, your pussy sucks my cock so well. I knew you’d be tight and hot. I’ve wanted to feel your mouth on my cock too.” He let go of the other leg and I propped my foot on the edge of the bed to keep myself wide open. His hand came up to my face as he traced the outline of my lips then stuck a finger in my mouth. “Have you ever sucked a cock so big, Celeste? Do you want to suck mine?” At his words I started to cum. It was his turn to groan as my tight pussy squeezed the shit out of his dick. “Oh my God you’re so fucking tight.” He sighed. As my orgasm started to subside he grabbed my ankles and folded my body in half. He leaned into me then. He started to kneel on the bed and he began to stab into me. The gentleness of it gone as he pounded my pussy at a blinding speed. My sensitive pussy that had just cum was on her way to having her third orgasm of the night.

“That’s right, you cum on my cock. You cum for me right now. You ever been so stuffed with cock before?” His words were making me hotter by the second. I reached between my ankles that were up by my head and grabbed him by the hair and kissed him. He bit my lips as the savagery of his orgasm started to take hold over his body. I felt him twitching inside me and then his hot jiz splashed my womb as I felt his whole body shiver. He let go of my legs and I wrapped them around his back, loathe to release him. He slipped his arms under my own and held me to him fast. His face buried in my neck as he started to catch his breath. He stayed inside me not wanting to pull out of me and he didn’t seem to be fading yet either.

He caught his breath a little and I lifted his head up to face me by the hair. “I guess there’s something to be said for a younger man’s stamina.” I laughed. He let a laugh out as he was still gasping for air. He held me tighter to him and rolled over onto his back.

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Cunty Fingers

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Although neither of them was a artist, and although they didn’t actually meet there, their relationship began at the opening of a group show. They didn’t met, but he certainly noticed her and, when they discussed it afterwards, she claimed she’d also noticed him. The galley was perfect; a small door off a back alley full of graffiti and restaurant exhaust pipes, a tiny stairs and then a huge white room; immense with giant industrial lights hanging from a distant ceiling and beautiful young people scattered in groups across a pristine floor of polished larch. There was champagne and tiny sandwiches and men in amazing suits and delicate women with tiny frocks and jackets that shouldn’t of worked but looked great.

He tried, as usual to be modern and polite, to avoid leering, avoid staring at the beautiful women, but he couldn’t help drinking in stolen glances of fabric following the curve of a back or belly, of an exposed thigh or an elegant neck. It was that sort of crowd, irresistible to the roving eye. When he saw her, though, it was her face he noticed first. She had an interesting face, noble and cute at the same time, intense and calm, fresh but lived in; Asian, refined, with high check bones and a wide mouth. She was with a small group, all about his age, late thirties; all laughing and relaxed, like old friends. She was wearing a long dress, silk and patterned and a wool cardigan and as she turned to say something to her friend he saw how perfect her body was, almost boyish, but ineluctably feminine. Desire, a deep want, swept though him unexpectedly and left in its wake, in his imagination, a brief but vivid picture of a naked belly, hips prominent like check bones and cunt lips dark with blood.

He walked around, looking at the art, saying hello people he knew and all the time he was aware of her, aware of where she was in the room, aware, he felt, of how her dress felt against her skin. The art was good, it was a group show by younger artists, early twenties and he often found younger artist disappointing, disappointing because they were rarely as sexy as you’d expect; you’d expect their art to be all about sex because you’d expect, or at least hope, their lives would be all about sex: young artist, cool, free, in and out of beds, discovering sex like a new thing, like a personal thing, learning it meant to fuck, to be naked with someone new, to explore a new body, to abandon yourself to sex, to your feelings. Instead, young artist seemed preoccupied with identity, a worthy topic but he’d prefer something beautiful and, even better, something that turned him on.

And here it was, there was one amazing almost impossible piece, a giant collection, maybe a hundred individual works, all showing the same few scenes in different media, framed pages from a magazine, paintings, photographs, tiny dioramas, screen prints, photocopies, close ups. None of it, though, was quite what it seemed, when examined more closely a screen print turned out to be a painting, a photocopy turned out to be a photograph and a photograph turned out to be a drawing. There were other tricks too, scenes that at first glance looked to identical would be different, so different sometimes that it was impossible to understand how they had at first looked the same, but somehow they had.

You wanted to look carefully to see all the tricks, to marvel at the skill of it. The thing with it though was that the pictures were pornographic, like images from a porn shoot. In one a naked man was lying on a bed while woman wanked his cock, in another he was going down on her, in a third she was riding him. To understand the art you had to stare at a cunt leaking juice, or cock with a jewel-like drop of precum. The precum was the clue to another trick, the sex was real, the two of them were really enjoying it, in the riding images the woman’s cheeks were red with excitement, her buttock muscles straining to contain an approaching orgasm, the man’s teeth were clenched as he tried to not to cum until she was ready. The porn was less really porn because the sex was real.

He stared at it for a while, for as long as seemed to be polite and it left him a turned him on; he could feel his cock half erect and full against his thigh and knew the people around him were turn on too, unconsciously all the people looking at it shifted around, separated, kept slightly apart from the people they were just a minute ago chatting too. He felt like he’d like to be alone and, more delicious still, knew the bright young things around him felt the same.

She got to the art work just after he left; he kept an eye on her as he drank wine and chatted near by to a woman he knew and once dated, he kept glancing over his ex’s bare shoulder, risking rudeness because he couldn’t stop himself. He saw the small step back she made when she realized what she was looking at and after that he couldn’t but stare. He was glad he did because he could see her getting excited: as she stood and studied, he saw her drop one hand to her hip and then he saw an almost invisible movement, an unbearably sexy movement as she shifted her hips and clenched her ass, squeezing against her cunt. It was unbearable, Alanya Escort he excused himself from his already pissed off ex, he wanted to think about what he’d seen and more than that he needed to wank. Looking around for the toilet, he caught the eye of some twenty something semi-hunkster and there must of been something in his face because suddenly it was on, the two of them heading to the toilet together.

In the toilet they were all over each other straight way, kissing savagely, he could feel the other man’s hard cock in his trousers, pressing against his own. He reached down and pressed his hand against it, feeling it bursting against the stretched fabric. Then came the bit of these encounters he loved most, unbuttoning and unzipping, reaching in and unveiling a beautiful big cock, looking down and seeing it massive in his hand, its red head. His own cock was in the other man’s hand, free from his trousers. A pause while they looked at each others hard pricks and then they were all over each other, cocks in each others hands, tongues down each others throats.

He didn’t enjoy men’s bodies like he enjoyed seeing women; he didn’t notice men or how they dressed but he did enjoy wanking a hard cock, soft skin sliding over the hard shaft, the head damp and warm in him palm. He grabs the guy’s testicles, his cock warm against the inside of his wrist; huge nuts to go with a massive penis; he slid his hand up along this length, using his other hand to hold the guys ass hard. He pushed against the cock, pushed it down, loving its heft, its strength against his hand. He could feel his own prick being masturbated and then a finger up his ass and he was cumming and the other guy was cumming, his cock jerking and there was cum everywhere and the usual pandemonium of checking jackets and trouser fronts for gobs of goo.

Two days later he saw her again on the train; she was sat in by the window reading from her laptop and taking notes in a hard back notebook. He learned later these were separate activities, she was switching between work and reading on-line erotica; at the time he assumed it was all worked but maybe it showed on her face that she was reading dirty stories, because he couldn’t help watching her, secretly gazing at her face as she stared at her laptop screen and stroked her earlobe with an absent minded thumb. They got up to leave at the same stop and he was acutely aware of his cock pushing against his jeans; she didn’t pay him any attention as the moved together towards the door, pushing past the people standing in the aisle. Just as the reached the door, the backs of their hands touched briefly and the surprise of it, the quickest, light touch, stayed with him all day. It was like he could still feel the contact.

Then nothing, he didn’t know who she was or what she did or even whether was visiting from out of town. He had no reason to expect to ever meet her again. All he had were two encounters, two occasions he’d seen her and been near to her. He had never even spoken to her, but she quickly became the subject of his nicest day dreams. When he did meet her again it was nothing like any of his dreams, he was at a party, an hilarious party full of funny people; he was roaring drunk, full of Prosecco Bellinis and mid-flight telling a story and suddenly she was there, with the people listening and she seemed to be roaring drunk as well and she kept interjecting asides into his anecdote and he can’t remember what he was saying or what she was saying, but everyone was laughing harder and harder, the drink and the company adding up to an overwhelming hilarity.

He doesn’t know how it happened but next they were sitting together on a sofa chatting, kidding, like they’d were teenagers, like they’d know each other their whole lives and,at the same time, like had only just met. They were pressed together, thigh-to-thigh, shoulder touching arm, pressed together in a little bubble as the party surged around them, getting wilder and then quietening down. Later they tried to remember what they’d talked about and couldn’t in any detail; they’d pointed out people they knew and told stories about them, they made lots of jokes, jokes that seemed really funny at the time, but probably weren’t and, while they were doing this they drank and drank.

When they got up to leave they were almost the last and they could hardly stand, drunk like teenagers too. She said she lived nearby and, it seemed, almost at once they were stumbling along under street lights, hanging off each other, hold hands, clutching each other and then falling over, roaring like louts, banging into things and finally falling into her flat while the world was starting to spin and somehow he got to the couch and when he lay down it was like a whole 100 kilometers of atmosphere was pressing down on him and making him fall in one place. They both slept in their clothes.

The pain woke him up, or, rather, when the pain woke him he knew he’d been in pain for a while. It wasn’t just the hangover, though he was hungover: he’d suffered since childhood from migraines, he could usually control them but not when they came at the same time Alanya Escort Bayan as a hangover. By the time she’d also woken up and shuffled in he was seeing wavy lines and staircase shapes and bright colored flashes and the pain was blocking out any thoughts but thoughts about pain. The way his headaches work they get sorer and sorer and then, when he can’t really couldn’t stand it any more, he falls into a weird blank sleep and wakes up feeling like his brain has been washed, he wakes feeling relaxed and purposeless and lazy and half-alive, but in a nice way.

He tried to explain this to her as his head exploded in slow motion and she was lovely, led him to her bed, helped him take of his socks and trousers, brought him water and pain killers. He felt from a million miles away a sort of thrill getting into the bed still warm from her body, a thrill from her lair-like bed, with its piles of books and heavy quilt and discarded clothes but then the pain was there and that’s all there was until he was asleep and then he was awake and it was early afternoon and he was fine again.

The day that followed was perfect. When she heard him awake she brought him in coffee and hot buttered toast. He told the story of his favorite personal victory. He had been having dinner in a fancy restaurant with a fancy crowd, powerful and rich bookish people including the pompous literary editor of important newspaper, one he’d wanted to write reviews for. The English experimental writer Henry Green was mentioned and he said he loved his books; the editor turned to him and said, like a man used to being listened to, that he agreed because the test of a writer was the production of a single marvellous sentence and Henry Green has managed that, the editor then peered at him and ask did he knew which sentence he meant. It was one of those numerous, sudden, tests and he knew he had to pass, everyone paused, waited and, as he told her as he told the story of this test, from nowhere, out of the tens of thousands of Henry Green sentences he’d read he knew which one it was. He was about to finish his story by saying the sentence when she blurted out the answer “Eating buttered toast with cunty fingers” and laughed and said that now it was also her favorite victory and he fell in love for the millionth time.

They chatted for hours. He told her about his mixed career as an unsuccessful essayist and a successful computer programmer, she told him about her work on algebraic geometry, a type of mathematics. They told stories of their childhoods, he told the long and slightly shameful story of the year he’d spent in India, lost in himself and slowly going mad and she told him about the terrible sadness that had engulfed her for lost years after her parents had died in an accident when she was twenty and they gave each other half-funny, half almost-too-honest accounts of past girlfriends and boyfriends and failed relationship and happy ones that hadn’t quite worked and all the time they knew that they’d end up fucking.

Eventually he got sleepy and fell asleep and she must of taken off her dress and gotten into bed with him when he was sleeping because when he woke up about an hour later she was beside him and they were a bit tangled up, she had one leg over him and he could feel the warmth of her crotch against her thigh. He kissed her forehead gently and her eyes opened and they looked at each other for a minute and then lay back and held hands under the duvet. She sat up and picked up a book and read for a while, he stared at the ceiling and after about half-an-hour, about half eight in the evening, she got up and said she guessed they should get something to eat.

He got up too, suddenly a bit embarrassed he was in his underwear. She began to put some trouser on, bending to put push a foot into a trouser leg, stretching her underwear against her ass. The domestic gesture was too much for him, a private act, but somehow public too since it is so often painted: it turned all the easy going pleasure of the long afternoon into desire. He reached for her and pulled her too him and they kissed, softly at first and then desperately and he felt her go weak against her, her body against his, her groin pressing against groin: her breasts against his chest.

She had never gotten as far as doing up her trousers and so he could push his hand inside them, cupping an ass cheek, feeling it smooth against his fingers and feeling the sweatier warmth of her ass crack along the edge of his hand. She pulled his shirt up and had her hands up inside, pressing against his shoulder blades. He had one hand around her shoulders, he pushed his other hand down further till one finger touch the crack of her cunt from behind, he could feel hair and the smooth skin where the lips would part if he pressed; it felt just moist but when he did push his finger inside it was wet, hugely wet and soft with her excitement. She arched her back pushing her cunt against his fingers so he had them pressed inside her, squeezing against her ass. They stop kissing and breathing fast they stumbled back onto the bed.

He pulled at her trousers and she helped kick Escort Alanya them off and he grabbed her underwear and pulled them down, that huge thrill, the massive transgression; her cunt available, him wanting to touch it and her letting him. She had her hand on his underwear too, holding his cock through the fabric, he resisted his desire to finger her and instead reached between her legs and grabbed her ass, so her cunt was pushed against his wrist, she moved against it groaning slightly as they kissed, now he did push his fingers inside her, pressing against the softness, push up against the front of her cunt while his thumb rubber her clit. She pushed down his underwear and touched his cock; he could feel how hard it was, he could feel her fingers against its shaft and he felt like he’d never been bigger. He was pushing his fingers inside her and then rubbing them up and down the outside of her cunt, feeling her cunt lips wet and full against his hand. She was rubbing up and down his cock with one hand and holding his balls with her other. She whispered “inside me”, with his cunty hand her grabbed her leg behind the knee and opening her legs wide he mounted her, she held his cock as he pushed it into her and she shuddered.

He started pounding her, thrust into her again and again, forgetting everything but a need to push himself into her as deeply as he could. Somehow she found the same rhythm and they ground themselves together like teenagers fucking, humping and thrashing and groaning, like wild animals, fucking like fighting, fucking like a desperate struggle, pushing and groaning until suddenly she was screaming and cumming and he could feel her suddenly covered in sweat, sweating from every pore and he rode her as hard as he could, thrusting against her orgasm as her fingers pressed into his shoulders and her heels against his ass and her eyes went wild and lost.

They rolled over, slower now, gentler, he held himself almost still as she moved against him; he had his hands on her ass, he could feel the muscles beneath the smooth skin and the damp of her sweat as she rocked back and forth, swaying snakelike as she rode him. Next she sat upright, cowgirl style and, rising up onto his elbows, he watched her, her belly, her bush, her breasts, her face savage and angelic, her whole body taken over with sex, red in her cheeks, her nipples full and dark and her hair damp with sweat. With a deep moan she came again and he thrust up into her, putting his hands on her thighs and pressing her down onto his cock, as she begged him to cum. He could feel his orgasm tightening his asshole but he wasn’t ready to cum yet, he was too hard, too turned on to cum. He sat up and they clung to each other, he felt impossibly deep inside her, she was crying now, but smiling and he felt like every part of his body touching every part of his as her orgasm subsided and she rested her head on his shoulder and rocked against him, he could feel her pubic bone pressing against his and as she relaxed, emptied by her orgasms, he realised how much he wanted to cum inside her and when he came it was like a break in time, like afterwards he was new.

They lay together laughing and whispering, damp, his semen dripping from her, mixed with the juice from her cunt. They half slept for a while and then remembered how hungry they were and jumped up, throwing on their clothes, a dress for her this time and then they rushed out to eat before everywhere was closed. They went to a nice cafe about a ten minute walk away. When they sat down she got that mischievous look he’d started to love and distrust and she lent over and whispered to him that she couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d done and that she was going to go into the toilet and she was going to feel herself through her underwear until she came and if she made noise she didn’t care who heard. She got up and he didn’t know whether to believe her until he saw her coming back and saw from the look on her face, from her look of triumph and pleasure and frank carnality that she’d done what she said she would.

When she sat down she was holding something in her fist, she pressed in into his hand. He looked down and saw her underwear. She told him it was his turn. Embarrassed and excited he got up and in the toilet cubicle her smelled her damp flimsies while he wanked on his cock and even though it wasn’t only an hour since they’d fucked, when he came the jizz flew far enough to need wiping from behind the toilet.

There was more of this boldness that evening, on the walk home they started out hand-in-hand, a romantic looking couple drifting along but the carnality of the bruised feeling in his dick and his awareness of her beside him got too much and she was obviously feeling the same because as they passed a little side street, like a service lane, they caught each others eye and turned up it; it was a manky passage, smelling of pee and bins but they started kissing in a doorway and he pulled her dress up and pushed two fingers right up inside her and held them there as he kissed her hard. She pressed against him and he could feel her excitement in her cunt. After a long minute she pushed him away and turned around and pressed her palms against the door, leaning over, presenting her rear, he unbuttoned himself, he was already like steel and he pushed his cock into her cunt from behind, pushing in to her as she pushed with her hands against the door back onto him.

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Days Forgotten but Not Lost Ch. 03

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Again, thank you to GaiusPetronius for editing this series. The improvements are his, the remaining mistakes are mine

*****

Late March, 2001

Counselor: I don’t want to always sound like a downer, but just because things have started off well doesn’t mean it’s going to stay on that trajectory.

Patient: You think I don’t know that? I didn’t plan this!

Counselor: You didn’t plan for her to talk to you, but you had a choice at every step.

Patient: (sighs) But it… it’s more than I had hoped for, you know? And I saw things that weekend that just gave me a real hope for the future.

Counselor: Well, I’m happy for that… but I’m concerned about how this plays out. The chances of a really positive outcome…

Patient: … are worth the risk.

Counselor: For you, perhaps. But do you have the right to decide that for her? Would she think it’s worth it?

*******

How Vicky ate such huge amounts of food and stayed looking the way she did was beyond my understanding. We had just sat down to brunch and given our orders to the waiter. While I was content with coffee and toast, I listened as Vicky ordered an omelet, English muffins, yogurt, and a bowl of fruit. She giggled when she caught me staring at her.

“I’ve been running since six this morning,” she said. “I’m famished!” Then leaning back in her chair, she added, “Sooo… how are things?”

I, too, leaned back and looked around. It was a sunny morning and warm enough that we didn’t need jackets as we sat at the outdoor tables. “Things are OK,” I said. “Work is dull, but I’m getting used to my life. What about you? How’s the elusive mystery man?”

Vicky pouted and stirred her ice water. “As distant as ever,” she sighed. Then her eyes sparkled and she perked up. “But he’ll come around, I’m sure of it. We’re destined to be together.” Vicky had a minor obsession with a man she had once been in a relationship with. He had broken it off, but she was determined to win him back. She never spilled many details (other than “tall, dark, and handsome”), saying she didn’t want to make me feel bad. As usual, she changed the topic, telling me about the race she was training for and about the cheerleading team she was coaching at the school. I shared a few anecdotes from work, but otherwise didn’t have much to say.

“Amelia, honey, what do you do all day? Are you still reading those books? You need another hobby, something to get you out there,” she said, sweeping her hands towards the city streets.

I sighed. “I know. But I like the books; they speak to me. Maybe what I really like is that all the women in those books have a story. Even sex for them is a part of a bigger narrative. I don’t have that. I don’t have a story or drama, and I guess I live vicariously through theirs.”

Vicky gave me a look of friendly pity as she finished off her omelet. Washing it down with water, she gestured at me with her fork and said, “That’s why you need to go out and make a new story for yourself. Amelia, I know I’ve said this before, but I really mean it. Maybe what you need is a change of scenery. I would hate to see you go, but you should move somewhere else – find a new life, a new world. Find a guy.” She said that last part with a teasing smile and raised eyebrows. Vicky didn’t know about my monthly habit.

“Well, speaking of that… ” I said with an embarrassed grin.

“What?!” Vicky cried, leaning in. “Why did you wait the whole meal to tell me this?”

“It’s nothing, maybe, but… there’s this guy I met, and… we really hit it off. We had a good weekend and I’m thinking I might want to see him again.”

“Oh, my God, Amelia, that’s great! Give me details!”

I told her about Scott and the big picture of our time together the previous weekend – meeting in the bar, going out to a movie. I didn’t mention the sex, feeling suddenly self-conscious about what she might think of me sleeping with him as soon as I had met him. We giggled like teenagers as she pressed me for more. When it was time for her to leave, we stood up together and Vicky said, “See, Amelia, this is what you need. Forget the past and start a new life.”

“Forgetting the past isn’t my problem,” I joked.

“Maybe not, but being tied to it might be.” It was a rare moment of genuine insight from someone I otherwise saw as shallow and flighty. Vicky had always been pressing me to move on, to build a new life. Maybe that would be easier for someone like her, but I just felt stuck. I wondered if meeting Scott was just the jump-start I needed.

*******

When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine. There was almost never a message; it was like I didn’t exist except to telemarketers. My heart skipped a little when I heard a familiar voice: Hey Amelia, it’s Scott. I had an idea of something you might like. I’m off work today, so if you’d be up for it, I’d Atalar Escort love to take you somewhere. It’ll only take an hour. Call me if you’re interested. Bye!

I played the message back three or four times, savoring the sound of his voice. To think that I was on his mind… I liked that feeling. The time stamp was from an hour earlier, so I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He answered after the first ring and was evidently pleased to hear from me. I tried to find out what he was planning, but he just said it was a surprise.

“Does it matter how I dress?” I asked, looking for hints.

“Nope. Just something comfortable. We won’t be gone long.” I could hear his smile.

*******

About thirty minutes later, I saw his car pull up in front of my place. I breezed out the door and down the steps. Scott was in jeans and a t-shirt, and I couldn’t help but wonder if our plans for the day would see me pulling that shirt off him. But for once, I felt like I had other ways I could spend time with a man – doing things that didn’t necessarily involve sex.

Noticing my silence, Scott said, “You aren’t going to ask where we’re going?”

“Would you tell me if I did?”

“Nope.”

“Then I’m not going to waste my breath,” I said with a contented smile, sliding down in the seat and closing my eyes. It was the perfect day for driving with the windows down.

We didn’t drive long, but I kept my eyes closed for most of it. Scott didn’t seem to mind the silence, which made me like him even more. I heard us turn onto a gravel road, at which point I sat up and looked around. Blinking in the light, I saw trees and an old wooden fence. “Kendall’s Nursery” read the old painted sign at the entrance. I gave Scott a questioning look as he parked the car.

“Come on,” he said, sounding excited. We walked over a grassy parking lot and into a greenhouse. Two steps in and a wave of emotion crashed over me. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. I felt like my heart was being wrapped in a warm blanket. I let go of Scott’s hand, which I must have grabbed at some point on the way in, and hurried down the aisles. I lingered among shelves of herbs, smelling them one by one. I paused by the packaged soil and inhaled the earthy scent. I found the flowers and started saying their names as I took in their scents.

I spun around to face Scott, who had been following me with a big smile. Putting his hands in his pocket, he looked around and said, “You have a book on gardening and a big fenced-off patch of weeds in your backyard that looks like it once had life. I wondered if maybe you’d want to do something about that.”

Stepping up to him, I put my hands on his chest and pressed my crotch against his thighs. “You… are… perfect,” I said, holding back tears. I wasn’t sure what made me want to cry. It was probably the thoughtfulness and kindness of his act, plus the unique experience of getting to know someone outside the bedroom, and the understanding that this could be just the hobby I’d been looking for. Added to all that were the overwhelming sensations – bordering on memories – that the greenhouse evoked.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” I said.

“Let’s get some help, then,” Scott replied, hailing the nearest worker.

An half-hour later, we left the nursery with several large bags of potting soil, some gardening tools, at least a dozen packets of seeds and a few trays of seedlings. I had decided to split my garden, making half of it herbs and half of it flowers. Since I already had a book on flowers, I also picked up a book on growing herbs. During the drive home, I felt as happy as I had in a while, probably the happiest I could ever remember feeling.

As we neared my place, Scott broke the silence and said, “I hope you don’t mind that I looked around your place last weekend. You fell asleep so quickly, and I wanted to hit the kitchen anyway. I saw your books… ”

“Oh God, the books,” I groaned.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t think it’s embarrassing that I have all those trashy novels? You, the English teacher?” I asked.

“Not at all. Good literature comes in many different styles. Besides, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Have you read them all?”

“Not all, but a lot of them,” I said, feeling strangely uncomfortable talking about them with Scott. “But as for your first question, no, I don’t mind too much that you looked around, so long as you weren’t opening up closets and drawers. That might be over the line.”

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, your secrets are safe.”

Before I could reply, we were pulling up to my place. Together we unloaded the car, taking everything through the house and to the backyard. When we had finished, Scott stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dirt off his hands, and I poured us each a glass of water. Looking out the kitchen window, I could see the bags of dirt and mulch Escort Atalar piled up outside. I knew if I opened the window I could probably catch the scent of fresh herbs and flowers wafting in. I started to feel giddy, excited about the project ahead of me. My mind’s eye was constructing designs and lay-outs for the whole yard.

Putting my glass on the counter, I moved close to Scott, slipped my arms around him and said, “Thank you. Thank you for such a perfect gift.” Then I stretched my neck out to bring his lips within reach of mine. We kissed slowly, tenderly, as old lovers would. Scott stretched out his arm and set his glass in the sink. As our kiss went on, I slid my hands down his sides, curling my fingers under his shirt. Slowly, I pulled it up, exposing his smooth abdomen and running my fingertips through the light trail of dark hair that went up the middle of his torso. I pushed the shirt up more, and Scott raised his arms, letting me take it off him.

Once his full chest was exposed, I kissed along his collar bone and neck. He was slightly damp from carrying the heavy bags out to the yard. That plus the lingering smell of the soil gave him that same earthy scent I had breathed in at the nursery. I could also detect hints of the herbs and flowers we had carried. I wanted to keep my face on his skin, breathing in and kissing, running my lips all around him. He smelled so right.

Scott interrupted me long enough to pull my shirt off. He pulled my bra away as I shrugged it off my shoulders. Then he gripped me under my arms, lifted me up and set me on top of my kitchen table. Sitting there put me at eye level with him, but I hesitantly put my hand on the table and pushed down, concerned for my safety.

Scott turned my face back to meet his and said, “Trust me, it’ll hold. It’s solid wood.”

Content to take his word for it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and began exploring his mouth with my tongue. I pulled back and said, “I bet it’s not the only solid wood in here.”

At first Scott didn’t catch my double-entendre, but my hand loosening his belt and sliding down the front of his pants put his mind on the right track. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, which was firm and ready. His lips pressed harder against me in response to my touch, and his fingers laced through my hair and held my head in place. Scott moaned into my mouth and his breath hissed through his nostrils as I lightly squeezed his member. I felt goosebumps forming on my arms as my nipples brushed against his chest. I pushed my breasts forward, pressing into him and moaning softly at the sensation.

“Do you want to just take me here on the table?” I asked softly, my voice distant.

Scott’s mouth traveled down along my neck. He took a nipple between his lips and lightly played with it for a moment. I leaned back to give him all the access he desired.

“Table’s solid but… probably not comfortable,” he mumbled around my nipple. Then putting his mouth next to my ear, he nibbled my earlobe and said, “It would feel great for me, but I want you to enjoy this, too.”

I squeezed my legs as he planted feathery kisses on my jaw and neck. “Whatever you say,” I whispered, beyond the point where I could think clearly.

I felt his arm slide under my knees, then with an exaggerated grunt, he lifted me up. I laughed and bit his shoulder playfully. Scott steered us to the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. He unbuttoned and lowered my jeans, then slid my panties off. I softly cried a long ohhhhhhh as he slid his finger inside me. While I was concentrating on the exciting sensations that his sudden penetration aroused, Scott’s tongue pressed down on my clit. I squeaked in surprise.

He began running his tongue down my slit, then up again to the clit, circling it and lightly pressing it. As he did that, his finger moved very slowly in and out of me. Once he had established a bit of a rhythm that way, Scott used his free hand to rub my belly. I loved the way his fingers spread out, covering as much skin as his hand span could manage. He would sometimes slide up and gently cup a breast, but mostly he stayed in my mid-section.

I urged him on with moans and soft cries, knowing that his talented tongue would easily lead me to release. In some ways, he was like a mind-reader, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do to me. When I felt my skin buzzing, I knew I was close.

“In me,” I whispered. Scott didn’t seem to hear me, so I spoke up. “Scott. Put it in me. I want to feel you when I cum.”

Not ceasing his ministrations between my legs, Scott pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. Then moving his knees up between my legs, he continued licking in his new position. I began to whimper, feeling very close but trying to hold off long enough to feel him enter me. “Hurry,” I whined.

Scott lifted his head and reached over to the nightstand. I grabbed his arm and he Atalar Escort Bayan looked at me. Squeezing my thighs together and wiggling my hips I asked, “You’re clean?” Eyes wide, he nodded. Breathing heavily I asked, “And you’ll pull out?” He nodded again. “Just this once,” I told him huskily, then spread my legs. I took his cock in my hand – it was warm and solid, pulsing with need. I pointed it towards the focal point of my own aching need, and with no further word, he pushed in. I cried out in relief, taking in for the first time – so far as I could remember – the intimate feeling of an unshielded cock inside of me.

It was insanity, letting him take me like this, but my lust-fogged brain suppressed the warnings that tried to steer me towards a safer course. I already felt closer to him than I had to any other man I had met – but I had only known him for a week – but it felt so good – but it was a big risk – but maybe it was worth the risk – and it felt so good!

Heedless of my internal debate, Scott pushed very slowly in and out, more for my benefit than his own, it seemed. I adjusted my hips and found the contact point I needed to finish the job. I met his slow thrusts with my own, and in less than a minute I was cresting. Scott straightened his arms and looked down at me. Our eyes met as I started to cum, and I tried not to break that connection. My body, however, acted on impulses of its own and squeezed my eyes shut. I grabbed his arms and clutched them as my legs stretched upward and outward. Scott pushed harder in, not letting the force of my spasms thrust him out. I froze as my body reached the most intense phase of my orgasm, and as my eyes fluttered open, I saw Scott still gazing down at me. I hadn’t known love, but if love had a facial expression, that must be it.

I could hear my own soft cries and whimpers as I wound down. Scott relaxed his pressure on me, and I could again bring my feet down to rest on the bed. I loosed my grip on his arms and rubbed his shoulders instead. My lips formed the words, “Thank you,” but I could produce no coherent sounds. And yet Scott kissed my cheek and whispered, “Anytime.” He resumed his slow thrusting and asked, “Do you want to get the condom now?”

“Are you close?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“I can be soon,” was his reply.

Taking a few deep breaths and putting my hands on his chest, I said, “When you pull out, roll over and I’ll help you finish.”

He closed his eyes, smiled, and nodded slightly. Then he bent his arms and lowered himself closer to me. The new position gave him a different angle of purchase, and I could feel his shaft now rubbing along the back wall of my vagina instead of the front. He groaned in pleasure and sped up. I started kissing him, but he became too distracted by the urge to pound into me. I rubbed his back and moaned softly in his ear.

Scott maintained that pace for another few minutes, then he moved both hands down to grip my ass. Holding one cheek in each hand, he pushed harder into me. He began grunting and straining and I wondered if he had forgotten that he needed to pull out. “Ready?” I prompted him.

At that signal, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. I scrambled to get in place, lifting his wet member up from his belly and taking it into my mouth. I think he was surprised by that, expecting me to use my hand, perhaps. As my lips slid down as far as they could go, Scott groaned and shouted, “Oh, GOD!” His hips pushed up at my mouth instinctively, but my hand at his base kept him from hurting me. After a few bobs of my head, Scott put one hand on the smooth skin of my back and the other on the back of my head. “Millie!” he shouted and I pushed down with my mouth, propelling him headlong into his release. I pulled back, holding my lips around the crown as he sprayed into my mouth. I flinched at the novel sensation, but still managed to hold still until the last pulse. I pumped him one more time with my hand to make sure he was fully spent, then I pulled away and swallowed.

“Millie?” I teased him.

Without pause he said, “You know… short for Amelia… It’s hard to shout out so many syllables when you’re about to cum.”

Curling up at his side and putting my head on his chest, I said, “It’s OK if… you know, there’s another woman in your life. You can be honest with me. We haven’t made this anything… formal, right?”

He was silent for a while, then he spoke softly, “No, we haven’t, but I’ll put the ball in your court on that. You’re very special, Amelia… Millie,” he said teasingly, poking me in the ribs until I giggled. “I have no trouble picturing us together, but I sense some hesitancy on your part.” I didn’t say anything. He continued, “Maybe I’m wrong on that. But I’ll just put it out there… I want more of you. Take your time and think about it, OK?”

I felt uncomfortable and excited at the same time. It didn’t seem fair to him that I wasn’t being completely open, that he didn’t know that there really wasn’t any more of me to give. I wasn’t a whole person, and he had all there was to get. What made me sadder still was realizing I felt bad about that only because I cared about him. For him I wanted to be more.

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Oh, how I love my job. As a consultant, I am always going to new places and meeting new people. My latest assignment was particularly rewarding because of Rhonda.

I arrived at Consolidated Credit, expecting another humdrum review of business processes, followed by the usual recommendations to improve efficiency. On my first day there, I was introduced to several department heads whom I would be interviewing and working with. My sponsor at Consolidated, Jim, led me from department to department, explaining their functions and introducing me to my contacts in each.

As we entered the phone service area, my attention was immediately drawn to a statuesque blond facing away from us, intent on her computer screen. Jim led the way through a long series of cubicles right to this angelic figure. My heart pounded as he said, “Rhonda, there’s someone here I would like you to meet.” She spun in her chair, causing her soft wavy hair to swing outward. She looked up at me and delivered a heart-stopping smile. Rhonda beamed at me and held out her hand.

Our eyes locked and I managed to say, “Hi, Rhonda, my name is Sam.” I silently praised myself for keeping my composure as I continued, “I understand from Jim that we’ll be working pretty closely together over the next few days. I’m looking forward to learning as much as can from you.”

“Same here,” she replied. “When do get started?”

Jim interjected, “I just need to have Sam meet a few more people, show him to his work space, and then he’s all yours.”

“Alright then,” Rhonda said. “Let me know when you’re ready to get down to business.”

As she spoke, I was determined to keep my eyes locked on hers out of respect. But my peripheral vision was taking in the fullness of her upturned breasts, her small waist, and her shapely legs. My mind was filled with visions of this goddess and the scent of her arousing perfume lingered in my nostrils as Jim led me away to the next department. I was captivated by the way she crinkled her nose when she smiled as I walked away. She reminded me of Samantha, from Bewitched, and she may just as well have cast a spell over me. At my next stops, I absently shook a few more hands and met a few more people, thinking of Rhonda the whole time.

At last, Jim showed me to my desk and demonstrated how to log on to their email system. He bid me good luck and returned to his own desk. I immediately got down to work, and my first order of business was to set up an interview session with Rhonda. I looked her up in the company directory and sent her an email requesting a meeting the following morning.

I received her reply moments later. She added a line of text to her acceptance note that said, “My, you work fast, don’t you?”

I shot back a reply of my own that said, “I’m very motivated!”

She didn’t leave it that. What followed was a series of seemingly innocent email messages back and forth, with Rhonda expressing interest in my work and me trying to respond as professionally as I could while wishing I could just come out and tell her how dazzlingly beautiful I found her.

She wrote: “I admire motivation. What do you hope to accomplish during your stay here?”

I replied: “I hope to help Consolidated improve their customer service through some business process re-engineering. “

“Sounds a little boring, Sam.”

I panicked. I was losing her. “That part is. The fun part is going to new places and meeting new people…like you.” (I decided to take a chance. I didn’t want to spook her though.)

She wrote back: “That does sound like fun. And thanks. I don’t get to meet too many new people, so it was extra nice to meet you today. See you tomorrow morning.”

That first day was filled with setting up additional meetings and reviewing the documentation Jim had provided. I poured over it trying to familiarize myself with the business processes at Consolidated Credit.

Early the following morning I sipped my coffee and watched the clock, waiting for my meeting with Rhonda. At five minutes to nine, I strolled into the conference room to find Rhonda already there.

“You’re early,” I remarked.

She looked up and smiled that luscious smile as she replied, “I guess I was anxious to get started.”

I sat in a chair next to her and began to lay out a few things on the table that I wanted her to look at. She listened intently as I walked her through the process flow maps I had brought. As I pointed at different places on the charts, my shoulder lightly brushed hers. I was happy to see that she did not pull away. In fact she leaned into me, trying to better view the small text-filled boxes on the paper I was talking about. Anadoluyakası Escort

About fifteen minutes into our meeting, she turned to me and said, “I really like that cologne you’re wearing. What is it?”

“It’s Aramis,” I replied, “and your perfume is making it very hard for me to concentrate.”

She was looking intently at the papers spread out on the table before her and I thought to myself, uh-oh, I may have just crossed the line of appropriateness. Then I watched her profile as a little smile lit up her face and she turned her chair toward mine. Her knees pressed lightly against mine. My left hand was on the table and my right rested on the back of her chair.

She raised her eyes to mine and said, “Why don’t we take a break then?”

I nodded dumbly and smiled. She stood up and headed toward the door. Oh no, I thought, she’s leaving. But instead, she closed the door to the conference room, locked the door, and closed the blinds on the narrow window next to the door. With her eyes locked on mine, she walked back toward me like a lioness stalking her prey. She spun my chair toward her and lowered herself onto my lap facing me. I looked up at her and watched in disbelief as she moved her face close to mine. Her breath warmed my already flushed face as her fragrant hair lightly brushed my ears.

Then she softly purred, “how much time do we left in our meeting, Sam?”

“About 45 minutes,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around her waist and scooted her closer to me.

She began to plant little kisses around my face and whispered, “Well let’s see how this meeting goes. If it goes the way I’m hoping, we can schedule more time for follow-up.”

I just managed to say, “Sounds good to me,” as her warm, soft lips covered mine.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed deeply. She murmured soft sighs of pleasure as our tongues hungrily explored each other’s mouth. I hugged her closer, enjoying the feel of her firm breasts against my chest. She swayed her ass back and forth on my lap causing my manhood to stir and swell. I’m sure she felt it growing because she began to breath harder and squirm on my lap faster.

Suddenly she broke away and sat straight up placing her hands on my shoulders. With this distance between us, I traced lines on her heaving breasts with my fingertips. She hung her head back and moaned with delight. I placed my hands over her breasts completely and kneaded the flesh of her firm tits through her soft Casmir sweater.

“Oh, Sam,” she said huskily. “I don’t know why, but you make me so hot. I’ve wanted you since we first met yesterday.”

“And I haven’t been able to think of anything but you since I first saw you.”

She reluctantly got off my lap and caressed my stiffening rod through my slacks as I continued to caress her beautiful tits. She pulled away with a look of regret. The she smiled and put a finger to her mouth to still my protests. She pranced to the corner of the room, wiggling her ass seductively, looking back at me over her shoulder. What a perfect, inverted heart shaped ass she had. Rhonda went to the video monitor stationed in the corner of the room and said, “I think we need some background noise before we get too far into this meeting. Here’s a little orientation video that will help you to understand what we’re all about here at Consolidated.”

She pressed play and turned up the volume. The intro music was very industrial, but Rhonda made it seem like a porno soundtrack as she seductively began to strip before my eyes. When the president of Consolidated began to speak, she was pulling her sweater over her head revealing a black lace bra beneath.

My eyes widened and she said, “I wore this for you in the hopes that our meeting this morning might go like this.”

Her full breasts stuck out even farther as she bent toward me and reached behind her to unzip her knee-length skirt. I was mesmerized by her soft skin, deep cleavage, and wiggling of her luscious looking breasts as she squirmed out of her skirt. In a very professional manner, she folded her clothes over an unused chair and began to caress herself. One of her hands slid over her matching black panties. She placed one foot up on the conference table and gestured for me to come closer. I rolled I my chair toward the object of my desire.

“Sam,” she began, “for some reason my pussy is getting very wet. Can you keep it from dripping down my leg while I unsnap these nylons?”

I moved my face to within inches of her snatch and breathed in her warm aroma. “It would be my pleasure,” I replied. I carefully moved the material of her panties aside and Anadoluyakası Escort Bayan gently licked the length of her slit. “Mmmm, delicious,” I reported. I slowly licked her cunt while she unsnapped the nylons from her garter belt. Then she lay back on the conference room table and arched her back in delight. I slowly rolled the nylons off her legs, kissing each inch of exposed skin as I went. I did this with each leg to purposely drive her wild with desire.

When both of her legs were bare, she raised her ass and said, “Take off my panties.”

I complied gladly. Once they were off, I said, “now talk off your bra and start fingering yourself while I get undressed. She seemed in a trance as she obeyed. She caressed her own tits with one hand and stoked her pussy with her other as she watched me undress. When my cock was freed from my boxers, she pulled her finger from her went cunt and sucked the juices off it. I neatly folded my clothes over a chair as well and then sat back in my chair. I rolled it slowly toward the table, taking in the sight of her gorgeous pussy framed in wispy blond hair, as I drew nearer to it. I positioned her legs upon my shoulders and began to lick her cunt in earnest. She moaned in delight and raised her ass off the table as I probed as deeply as I could with my tongue.

She tasted absolutely delicious. I buried my whole face in her cunt and used the bridge of my nose to twiddle her hard clit back and forth as my tongue lapped mouthfuls of her dripping pussy juice. I added a finger on my right hand into the mix causing her to jerk and spasm. “Ohhh!” she exclaimed, “That feels so good, Sam. Put your cock in me, baby.”

“Patience, baby. I want to eat your sweet pussy a little longer. You taste so good.”

She closed her eyes and thrashed her head back and forth as she tweaked her hard nipples. Her legs crossed behind my head pulling me deeper into her love hole. I lapped liked a man dying of thirst. I pulled out my finger and replaced it with the left. First one, then a second finger on my left hand entered her warm moist pussy. When she arched her back and raised her ass off the table, I placed my very wet, right index finger against her ass hole.

She jumped a little at this new sensation, then sighed, “Oh yeah, Sam. Do me.”

I gently pushed my well-lubricated finger past the lips of her rosebud and let gravity take its course. I twisted the fingers on my left hand in and around her cunt causing her to raise up her ass again. The she would lower it bringing deeper penetration into her ass. We began a tortuous rhythm with her ass bouncing up an down onto my probing finger while my fingers drilled in and out of her dripping cunt, my nose twiddled her engorged clit and my tongue lapped her delicious juices furiously. Add to that my grunts of pleasure muffled by the sloshing noises made by her warm, wet pussy lips, and this woman was pushed over the edge into the glorious abandon of release.

She arched her back higher than ever and held her ass high as she gasped, “Oh Sam, oh baby, here I come!” She squeezed her eyes closed and froze there, trembling. I pulled my finger from her ass just as she relaxed all her muscles and her ass slapped onto the conference table. I stayed with her throughout so as not to miss a drop of pussy juice as the warm fluid cascaded out. I gulped greedily. I bathed in it.

When I could drink no more, I began to stand up. I rubbed my chest against her gaping snatch as she lay there breathless on the table. My own nipples were rock hard as they rubbed against her steaming pussy.

“Oh Sam,” she rasped, “That was an awesome orgasm. Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Mmmm, good.”

I was really enjoying taking my time with this sweet thing, so I decided to wait a bit. I was standing up next to the table. My cock was positioned perfectly to dive into her beautiful pussy, but I had another idea first. I wrapped both arms around her thighs and pulled her toward me with her legs sticking straight up. My cock was positioned right at the entrance to her love hole as her soft ass hung over the edge of the table a couple of inches. I could feel its heat on the engorged head of my cock.

With one hand I held her legs straight up and began kissing her feet and ankles. With the other had I held my firm tool and dragged the swollen head slowly up and down her steaming slit. She tried to writhe toward me but I controlled the distance.

“Oh Sam, the head feels so hot. I want it in me so bad.”

“Soon, Rhonda.”

Her pleas turned to murmurs of contentment when my kisses moved to the tips of her Escort Anadoluyakası toes. While I moved my cock head slowly up and down her slit, feeling it growing wetter and wetter, I relished each toe in turn. I sucked in each one and licked thoroughly between each toe, all the while sliding my cock head up and down. Her toes tasted fabulous. Her pussy felt glorious. I worked my way from her pinkies to her big toes. Then I sucked both big toes into my mouth as I pushed my cock a little ways in.

“Yeah, oh yeah, Sam. I can feel it. Fuck me baby.”

I let her toes slip from my mouth with a pop and spread her legs slightly. Grabbing each of her ass cheeks firmly, I slid my cock slowly into her juicy cunt.

“Mmmm,” she sighed. “It feels sooo good, Sam. Where did you learn all these fabulous tricks?”

“Rhonda, I’m just making them up as I go. I never sucked toes before, but your beautiful little feet made me want to try. You really turn me on.”

“Me, too. And right now I just want to feel some good old-fashioned fucking.”

“How do you want it, long and slow or fast and hard?”

“Yes!” she smiled.

So that’s what I did. I watched the clock on the wall and tried to use our remaining time to full advantage. I started with long, slow strokes in and out while I caressed her soft tits.

“Yeah, that feels good,” she cooed.

Then I picked up the pace, grabbing handfuls of her soft ass and slamming in deep. That changed her oooh’s to Oh’s! She gasped in rhythm to my pounding, “Oh, oh, oh, Sam! Oh – yes – fuck – me! Oh, oh, Sam, here I come again!”

Her powerful orgasm brought me dangerously close to the edge of release, so I slowed it down and went back to massaging her breasts and giving her long, slow thrusts in and out of her soaked pussy.

“Rhonda,” I confessed. “You are so hot! I can’t go on like this much longer. Where do you want me to come?”

“When you’re ready, baby, I want you to pull out and come in my mouth, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

I put my hands under her back and lifted her off the table. Her full weight was supported in my hands and on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my back, impaling herself on my rod as deeply as she could, as I moved onto the chair.

Now it was her turn to work on me. She stood on her tiptoes facing me and held my shoulders firmly. She bounced up and down on my hard pole and gyrated wildly from side to side. I lay slouched in the chair, lost in oblivion as I felt my release coming from a long way off.

“You’re gonna make me come, you hot little slut.”

“That’s what I want, baby – your hot cum in my mouth.”

“You better get ready, lady, I’m getting close.”

She slowed her pace and moved up and down more slowly. She dragged her pussy up my pole ever so slowly. The vacuum of her hot pussy made my cock head grow in size. Then she would drop down and grind against my lap. Her motions drew my jiz right to the edge of release. I held it back as long as I could to relish the awesome fucking she was giving me.

She purred, “Rhonda’s pussy’s gonna make Sam shoot his hot load, huh baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you ready for me yet, baby? I want to drink your hot cum.”

“I’m almost there, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.”

“Yeah you like the way Rhonda fucks, don’t you, Sam.”

“Yeah, I do. You’re the best.”

“And you made me come twice already, baby. I want to drink your cum so bad. Ready for me,
lover?”

“Yeah, Rhonda, go for it.”

She jumped backwards and felt to knees. Her mouth engulfed my hot cock without missing a beat. She murmured over it, caressed it, and fondled my balls. Her head bobbed up and down, applying the same suction her pussy gave. At the top of each stroke, I felt her lips tighten slightly and her suction increase.

“Oh you’re good Rhonda. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, give it to me,” she mumbled through a mouth filled with my cock.

My cum boiled into her waiting mouth. She sucked it from my pole greedily, capturing every drop. In a trance, I admired her gorgeous blond hair cascaded over my lap and watched her head moving up and down, ever more slowly, as my cock gradually softened and she sucked every last drop of cum from it.

When it was fully flaccid, she let it slip from her mouth and kissed it gently before climbing back into my lap and cuddling me. She moved her face closer and closer to mine while peering into my eyes. I could tell she was watching for any objection to what she was about to do. When none was forthcoming, she gently pressed her soft lips to mine. I tasted the saltiness of my own cum as she tasted the sweetness of her pussy juice. Together our tongues made love all over again in the darkness of our mouths.

Finally, she drew away and looked deeply into my eyes. “That was the best meeting I’ve ever been in, Sam.”

“Same here, Rhonda. What do you say? I think we definitely have some follow-up to do.”

“Definitely,” she smiled.

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Confessions of a Slut Ch. 01

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I am a white woman and my stories from West Palm Beach occurred from the age of 24-34 years old. (I’m now 41 years old, married, and living back in Virginia now). At the age of 24 I broke up with my boyfriend of four years and moved from Virginia to Florida; West Palm Beach to be exact. I moved in with a friend of mine who I had met in college prior to both of us dropping out. I was hired as a waitress at a bar/restaurant I will not name. My stories pick up from there. The names have been changed for anonymity.

Upon moving to West Palm Beach from Virginia, I was able to secure a job as a waitress with no experience. Needless to say it took some adjusting. To be honest I had never held a job other than being a swim instructor growing up. Waitressing was a fun job but very stressful at first – especially for someone who has bouts of anxiety such as myself. Top it off with having to make new friends and living away from my family and I was a certifiable mess.

One of the things that I found solace in was sports – especially my Washington Redskins. West Palm is a very transient city so there were a lot of football fans from all over the United States. I worked all the Sunday’s I could as the tips were good. Banter amongst the staff was common and playful. One particular Sunday a bartender, we’ll call him Jimmy for the sake of this story, had a friend at the bar watching football who had just moved to WPB from California. He was short, about 5’8″, but not shorter than me. I was 5’6″ and weighed about 135 pounds give or take. I had blond hair, not yet bleached, brown eyes and had West Palm boobs (36c) but not a West Palm body. That is to say I wasn’t fit but I wasn’t exactly what most areas of the United States would call fat. I just wasn’t toned.

Anyways, Jimmy’s Philadelphia Eagles were playing my Redskins so the trash talk was flowing. Prior to the game Jimmy offered a me a bet – if the Redskins won he would put in a word with his friend about getting me training and a bartending job at a different bar/restaurant. If I lost I had to go on a date with his friend who was sitting at the bar – who we will call Shane. It was a close game but to get to the point, the Redskins lost by two. I didn’t particularly want to go on a date with his friend – he was cute enough Bostancı Escort but fairly unremarkable. He was white and his short, dark brown hair was thinning young (he was 28). He was slightly overweight but by no means fat. He did have these great blue eyes though.

I gave Shane my number and agreed we could go out for drinks sometime when I was off the next two days. Shane called me on Monday and asked me to meet him for happy hour drinks downtown. We agreed on a taco place that had decent happy hours. I threw on some jeans, a cute black tank, and I met him around 5pm.

The talk was stale at first – he was a golf instructor, moved here for a new start, had big family – and I sought solace in my margaritas to ease the awkwardness. I’m not sure whether it was the margaritas, his genuine interest in me, or the fact I didn’t eat many tacos to soak up the margs – but I was finding myself more and more interested in Shane. So much so I agreed to grab more drinks down the street.

We arrived at a tiki bar where I switched from margaritas to a Red Bull vodka (bad idea) and we exchanged a kiss at the bar. It was a good kiss. Nice soft lips but the kiss was still firm. His hand on my cheeks pushing my mouth onto his. In short, I liked it. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his apartment for more drinks and I agreed.

We got to his place around 11pm. His roommate was already asleep so he made me a vodka cran and he grabbed a beer. We sat on the living room couch and had a few sips of our drinks before the make out session continued on his couch. His kisses were much more aggressive this time (which I liked) and so were his hands (which I also liked). I’m self conscious about making out when sober but it’s something I genuinely enjoy when drunk. His hands pulled down the straps of my shirt but he had trouble unclasping my bra. It wasn’t really a turn off but I was annoyed the kissing had to stop while I reached back and unclapsed it myself. I would say I was topless but my tank was down around my stomach – which I sorta liked since I was somewhat self conscious of my stomach back then.

Sadly, we didn’t resume kissing as his mouth found his way to my left breast and then right, alternating while I sat there somewhat awkwardly, not Escort Bostancı sure whether to simply enjoy it, kiss more, or call it a night and try to get some sleep. I wasn’t really tired but I was drunk enough that I could’ve slept immediately if needed.

At that point we heard the toilet flush and I quickly pulled up my tank to cover myself. Luckily his roommate never came out to the living room but we decided it was best to move to Shane’s bedroom regardless. We grabbed our drinks and went to his room and he shut the door behind me.

He began kissing me firmly as he pulled my breasts out of my tank. That’s not exactly the most comfortable feeling so I did us both a favor and just took my tank off. I felt awkward standing so I asked if we could move to the bed. He concurred and after taking my shoes off I hoped into his bed.

His pillow had a typical man smell – a bit of natural odor mixed in with Old Spice and Aqua de Gio. He climbed into bed fully clothed and immediately returned his oral attention to my breasts. Now it’s not that I don’t like my breasts involved in foreplay but they aren’t big pleasure zones for me. I gently moved his head away, took a drink of my vodka cran and decided this needed to go in a different direction.

I walked over to his side of the bed and pulled off the black v neck he was wearing over his head. He had they type of chest and stomach that showed he probably belonged to a gym at one time but mostly just drank beers nowadays. A hint of former muscle tone was evident but mostly it was just your average male torso. As I stood at the edge of his bed, he sat there shirtless, leaning in to kiss my breasts again. I grabbed his thinning hair and told him we’ve done enough of that.

I pushed him back so that he was laying on his back, his torso on the bed, his legs hanging off. I bent over and unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted his ass so that I could wiggle them off and I saw he was already hard. It was a pleasant surprise – not huge, maybe 6 inches, but his dick had good thickness.

I told him to spin around so that his whole body was on the bed the proper way. Shane was clearly either not very experienced or just clueless in bed. I crawled onto the bed and grabbed his penis in my right hand, Bostancı Escort Bayan noticing he already had some precum. I took the tip of his dick in my mouth, a nice thick purple-ish head. I then pulled it out and licked down his shaft, stopping at the balls to give them a few licks before coming back up and giving him a proper blow job. I could easily take the length of him in my mouth but his thickness stretched my lips slightly. Surprisingly, he sat up abruptly and asked me to stop.

He rolled me over onto my back and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them off me awkwardly and aggressively. He then began going down on me, except my panties were still on so he was licking me through the fabric. At this point I was about to call it a night when he slid my panties off.

Finally. I thought he was going to go back down on me but instead he knelt there and slid one, then two fingers inside of me. It felt good and my hips arched up to meet his fingers. He then slid a third finger in my pussy while his left hand found my clitoris – something my ex boyfriend of four years often failed to do. What a turn this had taken!

His fingers were well trained at finding just the right spots with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I came and came hard, pushing his hands away due to the sensitivity. I rolled over onto my side to gather myself. My chest flushed red, my breath heavy, and my pussy now wetter than it had been in years.

As I lay there gathering myself I felt his hand on my left ass cheek, squeezing it, spreading it, and pushing me onto my stomach. Without any warning I felt his thick dick part my lips and slide fully into my pussy. I laid there surprised how quick this had progressed. Hours ago I didn’t even want to be on a date with this guy and now I’m laying in his bed, one pillow muffling my moans while he slid another under my pelvis.

Long slow strokes of his dick inside me developed into harder, faster strokes. He reached his hand around and expertly found my clitoris again – rubbing it more furiously than he had before. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me up on all fours. My breasts swaying uncontrollably as he thrusted harder and harder. His hands now alternated from grabbing my breasts to rubbing my clit to grabbing and spreading my ass. Me caught somewhere between self consciousness and eroticism.

With a thrust and a minor grunt of his, the session ended – his cum uncomfortably leaking out of my pussy confirmed it. I cleaned up and took a taxi home, the first of what would be many WPB sexcapades.

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After Party

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The party outside wasn’t quite dying down, but I was done. I headed inside, picking up empty bottles and plates on my way in and dumping them in the trashcan on my way through the kitchen. I bypassed the main living room and headed directly to the den. My den. The place I loved. The couch was perfect, the throw blanket perfect, the TV the perfect size. I deposited myself on the couch, heaving a sigh, and allowed the couch to swallow me up.

It wasn’t long after that he showed up. He walked in and plopped down on the couch next to me. “It’s too bad about Brian,” he said, not looking at me but looking at the TV.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, well, he is just helping me get one step closer to my destiny.”

“Your destiny?” He turned his head towards me.

I smiled a sad kind of smile. “Didn’t you know? My goal to be a born again virgin.”

He gave me a quizzical look. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I let out another long sigh. “It’s been a year and a half…”

The look didn’t leave his face. “A year and a half, what?”

I started to get angry. “God dammit, James. A year and a half since I’ve had sex!” I heard him start to chuckle, and I started to get even more angry. I punched him in the arm, hard, and he fell over laughing.

“Hey, doll, if you want a cure, I’m right here.” I punched him again. Always making jokes, this one. He sat back up, still chuckling and rubbing his arm. “No, no…seriously though. Why not get a fuck buddy. All of us sane single people have one.”

“I don’t feel like taking a trip to whore island, man.” I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Some stupid show came on, and I acted interested in it, thinking the manners his mama taught him would keep him quiet, but I was wrong.

“Whore island? How’s that? You have a friend, someone you trust, someone you are comfortable with, and you have sex with them. On multiple occasions. You don’t have to have sex with anyone else, and you don’t have to worry about your heart. Just get the fucking out of the way so you can focus, ya know?”

I rolled my eyes. “Why do I feeling you have yourself in mind for the job?”

He smiled, and I had to admit, when he smiled playfully like that, my heart did speed up a little. “I wouldn’t say no, but I have seen how you’ve been lately. It’s like you forgot how to be happy. I know what you need, and you need to go get it.” He stood up and turned towards me. “I am going to go have another beer. If you aren’t back out there in 10 minutes, I’m going to come in here and fuck the shit out of you.” He smiled again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I went to the bathroom, and then went back out to the music, people, and beer. I made my rounds, and came to rest next to James and some of our other friends that were standing in a circle around a fire pit. “So,” he said, leaning in a little close to me so I could hear him over the music without him yelling, “anyone in mind?” I smiled a little and took a drink of my beer. Fuck it, I would entertain him with this little game of his. While he was watching me, I turned my head and looked at each our male friends, looking them up and down before I turned my attention to the next one. All of Yakacık Escort them were in drunken conversation with one or more people, and didn’t notice me taking stock of them. I made sure to take my time, looking back at James from time to time and giving him a little smile. He was amused, chuckling at my raised eyebrows after looking at Roy. Roy was a fantastic specimen, but he had been after Polly for practically forever, and she was finally starting to show some interest back in him. I then turned to James, and deliberately looked him up and down, very slowly. I met his eyes, and for a moment he looked a little taken aback. “Nope,” I said, and took a drink of my beer. He erupted in laughter, and put his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me to him a little.

The party was over, and I started to do a little clean up. I headed to the kitchen, half full garbage bag in my hand, and found James in there, dumping out some half empty beer bottles in the sink. I couldn’t help but notice his profile, and how nice it was, with his hair that he was growing out hanging a little bit in his face. I realized he was wearing a shirt he had gotten at a concert we went to last year, and it went perfect with his green cargo shorts. His calves were firm and shapely, just as his arms were. He looked at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him, making him smile. I put the trash bag next to the trashcan and made my way to my den again. I wanted my couch, and got it. I hadn’t noticed closing my eyes until I woke suddenly, James covering me in my throw. I smiled at him, and he had a serious look on his face. “Why not me?” he asked. I chuckled a little, thinking it silly that he was offended by the little game he had started.

“I dunno, James,” I said, cuddling down in the couch. “Maybe because I think you would be a horrible lay.” My eyes were closed and I smiled to myself, laughing just a little bit. I started to fall asleep again, and I felt his weight as he sat down on the other end of the couch. A moment later, I felt his hand on my ankle, and felt him slowly start to pull on it. I opened my eyes, and looked over at him, noticing his look was very serious now. As I looked at him, confused, he grabbed my other ankle, and started to pull on that one too. He pulled me down just far enough to where I was more laying down than sitting up, pulled the throw off of me, and then he shifted himself so that he was beginning to crawl on top of me. By the time realization hit and I started to try and sit up, he was on all fours above me, and put a hand on my arm to still me.

“Let me do this for you,” was all he said, and then he leaned in and kissed me. At first, I was startled. My eyes were wide open, and I was looking around the room, almost like I was looking for an exit. Then he tilted his head a little, and his tongue slowly pressed itself into my mouth. Everything got blurry, and I closed my eyes in the bliss of the feeling. I moaned a little and relaxed, feeling him ease on top of me, not putting all of his weight, but just enough to where I felt deliciously constrained. The way he moved his tongue in my mouth instantly got my mind thinking of what it could do other places, and a straight line of heat Yakacık Escort Bayan went from the inside of my mouth to between my legs, where his leg was resting. My sex deprived body moved before I could even form a thought, and I was starting to rub against his thigh, become more and more excited as the fabric of my underwear and shorts and the friction they created started to drive me into a frenzy. He leaned even closer to me, making every sensation even stronger, and it was becoming hard to catch my breath.

I moved the back of his shirt so that I could touch him, finding the skin of his back pleasantly warm and smooth. His kisses were becoming deeper and longer, making fireworks explode behind my eyes. He broke away and sat up, leaving me breathless and suddenly cold. He reached up and pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it to the ground. I laid there, frozen, watching the muscles of his chest move as he reached down and undid the button and zipper of my shorts. He scooted back a little and lowered himself to his knees beside the couch, pulling my shorts and underwear along with him. I scooted up on the couch so I was laying at an angle, feeling a little self-conscious about being so exposed to him so suddenly. After he threw my shorts and undies to the ground, he slid his hand up my legs and to my inner thighs, pressing them apart easily even though I resisted a little. He started to kiss my knee, locking eyes with me, and started to lick his way up my thigh. My breathing was starting to go faster and faster the higher up my thigh he went, and when he started to kiss the lips of my pussy, I actually started to shake in anticipation. “Please,” I said; I begged. He locked eyes with me again, and then took one slow, long lick of me. I arched, my hands instantly going to my breasts, which I was disappointed to find still fully clothed. How did I miss that? His tongue still lingered between my lips, not moving, while I frantically removed my shirt and bra. I instantly put my hands back to my breasts, letting them fill my hands, while I saw him smile slightly from between my legs. “Please,” I said again, and started to move my hips against his face, getting more excited while thinking of getting myself off against his face. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling them a little more apart with his hands, and went to work.

I don’t know how I didn’t explode within four seconds. He started slow, licking me up and down with his tongue flat, covering as much space as it could. He started gentle on my clit, making me shudder with every flick of his tongue. I was squeezing my breasts slightly, pinching and pulling slightly on my nipples from time to time, which he seemed to enjoy watching me do. I could feel myself building up, and he could feel it, too. He started to lick me faster, keeping my thighs apart as they started to tighten around his head; I couldn’t help it. I was rubbing my hands over my breasts almost violently now, tugging on my nipples and enjoying how the little bit of pain made the pleasure spike even more. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pushing my pussy into his face as he ate me, thrusting my hips forward, all the while my moans were getting Escort Yakacık louder. I was losing control, telling him to look me in the eyes; telling him to eat my pussy. He had a look in his eyes I had never seen, and right before I was about to come, he pulled himself away and stood up. I looked at him angrily, not understanding why he would pull away until I saw how hard he was. His erection was strained against his shorts, and he was undoing the buckle of his shorts when I quickly stood in front of him.

I kneeled, pulling his shorts down with me, and instantly had my mouth around his cock. I heard his intake of breath as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I gagged a little, pulling back, and went right back to get as much of him in my mouth again as I could. I had his balls in one hand, what wouldn’t fit in my mouth in the other, and I moved my head back and forth, looking up at him to get just a glimpse of the pleasure I was giving him expressed on his face. His mouth was open, his hand lightly on the back of my head, looking at me with an expression I can’t explain. It was like awe, lust, anger, and something else I couldn’t place. I took my hand of his balls to reach down and touch myself, moaning as I felt the wetness of myself and his saliva between my legs. I started to rub my lips, careful to avoid my clit for fear of coming. I moaned on his cock as I sucked him, feeling him get even harder in my mouth. I knew he would be coming soon, and I wanted to come with him. I backed away from him, and eased myself back up onto the couch, sitting on the very edge. He knelt down and positioned himself in front of me, placing the head of his cock right at my opening. I was looking down at it, the anticipation almost killing me. I looked up at him, and leaned back slightly.

He started to slide into me, making me wince just a little, but I was so wet it was still easy for him. It felt amazing. Instantly, my whole body got hot, and I felt like I had to move. As he eased into me, I pushed back, making my breasts bounce with the contact. He put his hands on my hips, pulling me to him, and slightly pushing me away as he pulled out. I put my hands over my head to hold on to the back of the couch, watching my breasts bounce and watching him enter me over and over. His thrusts were coming faster, and sweat was breaking out on his brow. I was getting close, and I told him so. I told him to fuck me until I came, and the look I couldn’t describe started to darken even more on his face. His thrusts started to get harder, and I felt myself start to tighten around him. My eyes flew open, and he was looking right into them. “Come for me,” he said, and I did. I could feel the tightness of me get even tighter as I squeezed him. His grip on my hips tightened, and a noise that made me feel like I was the most amazing creature on earth left his mouth as I felt his spunk fill me. I was squeezing him while he throbbed inside me, and he fell over on top of me. We lay there, catching our breath, until it had started to even out some. He moved slightly, pulling himself out of me, making me feel empty and a little sad for a moment. He leaned back, looking at me.

I smiled. “What?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I regret every day that I’ve know you that I wasn’t inside of you.”

I sat up, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him. “And I can’t wait until you are inside of me again.” He smiled that playful smile, and started to stand up, pulling me up with him.

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