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I watch him sometimes at night. He lives in the house opposite and often walks into his room naked. He’s about 19 or 20, tall, well built. I’ve stared many times as his taut arse, even his cock. I have touched myself while watching him upstairs, the light out. And on one bonus, bonus occasion, I saw him masturbating in front of the mirror. Did he secretly know I was watching and masturbating too? I can’t get enough of taring at his young, muscular body. I came watching Kurtköy Escort him that night. When I was sucking my boyfriend’s cock later that same night, I imagined his, hard and throbbing in my mouth. I imagined him straining his young body not to cum too quickly in my mouth, as I tickled my BF’s balls, called him a dirty fuck and told how I loved tasting his hard cock in my mouth. I pictured him exploding in front of his mirror, with Kurtköy Escort Bayan that big jerking movement men, especially young men, do when they are really excited. As my BF licked my tits, my legs, my clit, I was imagining his young, stubbly face there between my legs, tasting how wet he had made me earlier. As my BF’s stiff, puling cock penetrated my wet cunt, I thrusted up to meet him, imagining the younger man, excited, over Escort Kadıköy excited, desperate not to cum. I slid my finger over and into his arse, told him to imagine he was fucking someone else, anyone he has thought about fucking and as I did I squeezed my cunt muscles hard around his cock. It went into spasm immediately, he was fucking me like there was no tomorrow, pushing, thrusting, throbbing inside me. “Cum inside her,”I said. “Fuck her like you do in your fantasy. Fuck every girl you have wanked over.” That did it, he was over the edge, cumming fast just as I suspected the young guy would, grunting, moaning, thinking of some other girl’s body. And not knowing I was thinking of another, younger man’s hard cock as I came too. I saw him earlier today.

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I was a bit of a slob until Meggie took me in hand. Took me in hand. There I go again, whenever I think about Meggie my mind turns to sex. It all started when I delivered her exercise equipment. When I pushed the buzzer on the door it was answered by an attractive woman in her late 40’s with curly reddish brown hair and a sweet slightly shy smile. She was wearing a light blue summer dress. “Bring it all in,” she said, seeing the truck and realising that her equipment had arrived. “I’ll show you where to put it. Normally I get the smaller things to deliver as I’m not very fit. As I carried Meggie’s walking machine through the door I panted and wheezed. “I can see you don’t keep yourself in shape,” Meggie commented patting me on my beer belly as I went past. I thought it was rather forward of her. I brought in the excercise bike and the ab-roller, then I was finished. It was a hot day and I was tired and sweaty. Meggie offered me a cold drink. I accepted. “Pew! You stink,” she said, proving once more that tactfulness was not her strong suit. “You’d better have a shower before you go.” “Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked. “I could do with freshening up a little.” “Go ahead,” she replied, “the bathroom is that way.” Once I got to the bathroom, I shut the door and stripped off my sweaty t-shirt. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. When I was naked I turned on the shower and stepped in. Because it was such a hot day I left the water on lukewarm. I was just enjoying the feel of the refreshing water running over my body and beginning to apply soap to my face, when the bathroom door opened. Quickly, I rinsed the soap off of my face. I mustn’t have been too thorough because my eyes stung as I opened them just in time to see Meggie opening the shower door. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked. “Can’t a guy have a bit of privacy?” Meggie smiled so sweetly that I couldn’t help but forgive her instantly. “I just wanted to see if you were really as out of shape as you looked with your clothes on,” she explained. She reached out her right hand and brought it up against my belly, just inches above the spot where my hands were clasped protectively over my cock. “You could stand to lose a bit of that,” she said. “I know, I know,” I replied. “Now let me shower in peace.” “You don’t have to be so shy,” Meggie chided me, pushing my hands gently away from my prick. “If I let you use my shower, the least you could do is give me a look at your cock. I like looking at guys’ cocks. Mmmmm, I don’t think you really mind me looking, otherwise it wouldn’t Ümraniye Escort be swelling up like that.” She was right. I loved the idea of having a sexy woman like herself looking at my nude body with undisguised lust. I had only tried to hide my cock in the first place because it seemed the polite thing to do. How was I to know that politeness was not high on Meggie’s list of priorities. “I could really do something with that body of yours,” Meggie mused, deep in thought. “Oh, wow! Look how your cock jumped when I said that. You thought I meant sex, didn’t you? No, I mean if you let me be your personal trainer I could really whip you into shape. If you got yourself into shape, then a little sex might not be out of the question.” In my mind I imagined taking Meggie right away, right there, just lifting up her dress, pulling down her panties and slipping my prick into her sweet pussy. “Oh, dear, now I’ve really made your cock go stiff,” she said, teasingly. “I think you’d better pull yourself off. Then you’ll feel much more relaxed.” “What, with you standing there watching?” I asked, in disbelief. “I can tell you don’t mind the idea,” replied Meggie with a smile. “If your dick gets any harder it’s going to burst. Come on let’s see how a naughty boy likes to stroke his stiff dick in the shower.” That was it. There was no point resisting. I grabbed my rock-hard prick in my soapy right-hand and began to wank myself off. My soapy hand slid up and down my cock as I watched Meggie watching me. There was a twinkle in those sexy brown eyes of hers as she watched me masturbate. “Feel good, honey?” she asked looking me in the eyes briefly before returning her attention to slippery stiff cock. “You bet,” I sighed. “Would it give you a bit of inspiration if I let you see how wet my panties are getting?” she asked, lifting her skirt and leaning back with her legs spread so that I could see the spreading patch of wetness on her pale pink knickers. She gently teased the area through the wet material with the tip of the index finger of her right hand.” To feel my hot, hard cock in my hand, and to know that the sight of it was making her drip pussy juice into her fresh clean panties, sent me over the edge. My cock jerked in my hand and spurted a shower of hot cum across the bathroom floor. “Yeah!” cried Meggie, dropping her skirt and clapping her hands. * * * “Now these are the rules,” said Meggie, “if you want me to be your personal trainer. “1. You have to come over at 7.00 every night and stay until 10.00. “2. You have to do Ümraniye Escort Bayan anything that I tell you to without question. “3. As soon as you arrive you have to take off all of your clothes and remain completely naked until it is time for you to go. (This has nothing to do with the effectiveness of the workout, you understand. It’s just my reward for helping you.) “4. You are not allowed to touch me in any way. That is your reward when you have achieved our goal. “Sound O.K.?” she asked. “I suppose so,” I said. “How will you be dressed?” “I’ll start off the way I am, but if you do well, I’ll gradually wear less, is that a deal?” she asked. “I reckon you need to lose about ten inches from around that waist of yours. Let’s say that by the time you have lost two inches, I’ll be totally nude. Then while you lose those last eight inches you will have a bare-bottomed, hairy-pussied, bouncing-boobed totally naked trainer giving you the encouragement you need. But still no touching until you lose those other eight inches.” “Oh, God,” I sighed, rubbing the crotch of my jeans, where my cock was once more making his presence felt. “Don’t worry,” Meggie assured me, “you can have as many masturbation breaks as you want. And if I’m feeling really horny I might just join in.” * * * When I got over to Meggie’s house the next day she answered the door dressed in her business suit. She hadn’t changed yet after getting home from work. Her suit consisted of a navy blue jacket and matching knee-length skirt over a white skivvy which was stretched deliciously over her boobs. “Come in,” she said, “and get those clothes off right now.” “Of course,” I replied, taking off my shoes and socks, then pulling my t-shirt over my head to reveal the pigeon-chest and beer-belly that would be the targets of the exercise regime. “Hurry up and get your pants off,” Meggie insisted, “I want to see your cock before it starts getting stiff.” “It’s too late for that,” I informed her, dropping my jeans. At the prospect of being perved at my Meggie my cock had stiffened enough to be poking over the top of my jocks. “Oh, well, at least I know he’s glad to see me,” she consoled herself, as I pulled down my jocks and was completely naked. “Now I want you to do 20-minutes on the walking machine as a warm up,” Meggie informed me. She turned it on and I stepped on and began walking, my now rampantly stiff prick wagging about in front of me. Meggie came up close to watch, then she reached out and began stroking my butt-cheeks as I walked. “Hey,” Escort Ümraniye I said, unbelievablly turned on by what she was doing, “I thought there was no touching?” “Oh,” said Meggie, “no, you misunderstood me. I’m allowed to touch you, but you’re not allowed to touch me. I have to be able to check for muscle tone. To see if you are getting hard. I’m even allowed to touch you here,” she added, running her soft fingers gently over my stiff cock and making a trail of precum trickle down its underside. “But that’s not a muscle,” I corrected her, “and you can see how stiff it is.” “I know,” she giggled, “I’m just being a really naughty girl. Maybe if you get fit enough, you’ll be able to catch me and spank me. But for now, I’m the boss.” “Oh, God,” I sighed, “I think I need the first of those masturbation breaks now.” “But you’ve only been walking for ten minutes,” she protested. “Oh, all right, I did promise you could have a wank whenever you wanted. And I do like watching you rub that stiff cock of yours. Here I’ll spread a towel over the sofa so you can sit down comfortably and not make too much of a mess.” I sat down on the soft bath towel and gripped my stiff cock in my right hand. The precum made it splippery and it was easy to slide my hand up and down as I wallowed in the delicious feeling. The fact that Meggie was watching me with a big grin on her face just made it all that more exciting. “That’s it, David,” Meggie encouraged me, “stroke that big, fat, stiff cock of yours. You like wanking much more than you like walking don’t you? There is only one letter the difference but that’s enough for you isn’t it. Oh, dear my pussy is getting so wet that my panties are soaking.” She got up and turned her bum towards me, looking over her shoulder at it to see a small patch of wetness on the back of her work skirt. “Oh, dear, I’m going to have to get changed,” she said, “but first I want to see you shoot your spunk.” She sat back down and watched as I continued to rub my hand up and down my stiff prick. “Pull, pull, pull,” she said, dropping back into the role of trainer. It wasn’t long before I threw back my head in ecstasy as the hot, white jism gushed in powerful spurts from the eye of my cock. I directed it upward so that it splashed down on my belly and the towel rather than the carpet. I heaved a contented sigh. “Now you had better have a quick shower, while I change out of these clothes,” Meggie said. She walked into her bedroom while I made my way to the shower. I noticed that she didn’t close her bedroom door all of the way. I had a very quick shower, because I thought that if I got out of there quick enough and pushed Meggie’s door open I would be able to catch a glimpse of her naked. I wasn’t disappointed. Naked, and still a little bit wet from only a cursory once over with a towel, I pushed Meggie’s bedroom door open gently.

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I’m 18, and my name is Grace. Before this, I’d never done anything sexual. My cousin and one of my closest friends, Ali, had always told about the things she’d done with her boyfriends, stepbrother, and her other boy toys. Ever since elementary school, I’ve always had big boobs. I developed young! I have long, wavy, dark brown hair that goes down to my belly button, which I have pierced with a little diamond stud my dad bought for me in Africa. I have big, light blue eyes and straight white teeth. I never had braces growing up (thank God). I have thirty four-C boobs and I’m five feet, five inches tall. I guess my first public sexual act happened this year, a couple months ago. It was during a school assembly. The whole school had gathered Ataşehir Escort for some boring Hillary-Clinton-like lecture in the auditorium. I took a deep breath and entered the room, sauntering the back of the room. I sat in the back pew. “Check out the view, eh, Tim?” a familiar voice asked. I didn’t need to turn around to know that voice belonged to Tanner Roads, the infamously hot twin brother to the equally infamously hot twin brother Timothy Roads. “Check ‘er out, eh, Tan?” Tim asked quietly. “Beautiful sight, eh?” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Hello, boys.” Tanner and Timothy smiled their toothy white grins at me and each of them sat on either side of me, giggling like little boys. Ataşehir Escort Bayan “Attention, students,” a voice at the front of the room commanded on a microphone. “Can I please have everyone’s attention?” I stared at the front of the large auditorium at the principal as she lectured on for about five more minutes, until I realized something warm was snaking its way up my leg. I turned and saw Timothy moving his fingers up my thigh towards my . . . um, you know. Tanner coughed once he saw me notice Timothy, and he began creeping his hand up my other leg. Both of their hands were now on the inside of my inner thigh, nearing the juicy mound. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “Shhh . . .” Timothy Escort Ataşehir hushed me as he pushed my purple American Apparel skirt up farther on my thigh. Now the only thing separating him was my light blue thong. Tanner reached over and lightly touched my pussy through the fabric and by reflexes my legs instantly spread apart. I hated the power they had over me. Tanner chuckled to himself at the sexual power he could hold over me. “Shhh, Grace . . .” I gasped as Timothy pulled off the panties and threw them on the floor. Tanner bent down and picked them up and put them in his coat pocket and I had to fight not to laugh. I didn’t want anyone else to notice what we were doing. Timothy slid his finger gently down onto my pussy, and I bit my lip to keep from gasping. His touch was so hot! He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Grace, you’re wet? You’re already wet for me?” I nodded at his delicious dirty talk. “Yes, I am . . . Touch me more.” “Call me Daddy,” Timothy whispered. I threw my head back as Timothy pressed down on my clitoris.

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Miranda walked down the street in a daze, trying to ignore the lingering moisture between her legs. After her surprising, yet incredibly rewarding experience at the coffee shop, she could hardly wait for dinner later with the mysterious Heather. Even if nothing sexual happened, she still wanted to know more about the woman who was brazen enough to take control of a complete stranger in public place. Knowing that Heather was likely very busy, Miranda held off on calling about dinner plans. Not that this was a conventional dating situation by any means, but the old rules about not calling too soon were still quite ingrained. Upon reaching her apartment, she took a quick shower to rinse off the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be clinging to every inch of her body, particularly under her ample breasts, much to her annoyance. She retrieved a pair of dark blue, low-cut panties and slipped them on, set the matching bra aside for later, and returned to her living room to air dry in front of a fan. Upon flopping down on the couch, she was surprised to see the notification light on her phone flashing to indicate a voicemail. She unlocked the phone and checked the recent calls, even more surprised to see the call was from Heather. That was fast! she thought. Her stomach fluttered from excitement. I’m being ridiculous! The message was benign – a simple request to call back when she had a chance. Miranda dialed back immediately, deliberately throwing the stupid “rules” out the window. Heather answered on the first ring. “Hello?” “Heather? “Oh, hey you. Didn’t look at my phone before I answered. I was actually afraid you might not call me back. Are you still interested in dinner?” “Of course!” “Wonderful. There’s a wine bar that just opened up across town. It seems popular, but not too crowded most nights. You do like wine, right?” “Are there people that don’t like wine?” Miranda giggled, more from excitement than her weak joke. Over the next few minutes, details of the rendezvous were worked out, with the women planning to meet at eight o’clock the next night. “One last thing,” Heather said as they were about to hang up, “what are you wearing?” “Oh, just Anadolu Yakası Escort some dark blue lacy panties. Too hot for much else right now,” Miranda responded playfully. Heather chuckled. “Sounds delightful… I’d quite like to see that. Actually though, I meant what are you wearing out tomorrow night? You’re so adorable, and I’m sure you have a wardrobe to match, and I just want to make sure I don’t clash.” After a few minutes of wardrobe discussion, when Miranda was just about to hang up, Heather spoke up quickly. “I almost forgot. Those blue panties you’re wearing…” “What about them?” “Take them off please. Save them for tomorrow if you like.” “Okay, sure. Is there something else you would like me to wear tonight?” Heather listened to what sounded like shuffling on the other end of the phone, as Miranda wriggled out of her panties while trying to keep the phone against her ear. “No. Remain bare.” “Why?” “You sure do ask a lot questions, dear. Because I want you to, that’s why. Anything else you’d like to know?” “No, I guess not.” “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Sleep well.” The next day passed with agonizing slowness until seven, when Miranda got dressed and took a train across town. The air-conditioned car was a godsend after her sweltering apartment, and she took the opportunity to touch up the small amount of makeup she wore. A few minutes later, she found herself standing outside a neat little wine bar tucked between a two larger establishments, looking around for her new friend, and wondering what the night would bring. What if we don’t have anything to talk about? A light touch on Miranda’s elbow jolted her out of her reverie. Miranda turned to find Heather standing next to her, looking stunningly gorgeous in a narrow black skirt that fell just below her knees, slit almost to mid-thigh, strappy heels, and a sheer blouse that just hinted at flawless skin underneath. Miranda nearly swooned at the sight. The stares from people milling about outside were not lost on Miranda, and she felt genuinely privileged to be seen with someone so classically beautiful. Heather had the sort of Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan timeless look that skipped fads and looked natural in any era. Miranda was dressed in dark pants that followed her curves until flaring near her ankles. A print halter top clung tightly around her neck, and contrasted with the way evening light turned her hair a much deeper red. Finally, a pair of wedge heels added about an inch to her height. Even with the height boost, she was still a few inches shorter than her statuesque new friend. Miranda stared, grinning, at Heather. “Wow, you look fantastic ! Are you sure I’m qualified to be seen with you?” Heather simply smiled and leaned forward to place a light, wet, kiss on the corner of Miranda’s mouth, then motioned toward the door. “Shall we?” The host seated the women in a U-shaped booth against the wall towards the back of the dining area. It was secluded enough to be semi-private, but exposed enough that its occupants were well aware of being in a room full of people. The bar was busy without being loud or crowded, quiet enough to carry on a conversation but loud enough to mask it. Butterflies danced in Miranda’s stomach and caused her to shiver in anticipation of what could happen. Underneath her clothes, she wore exactly what Heather had requested. And last night? She’d also done exactly as requested then, even going so far as to refrain from pleasuring herself “all the way.” A waitress stopped by to take orders. Chianti for Heather and a pinot grigio for Miranda, with a cheese plate to share. Avoiding the elephant in the room, the two women chatted about the city, their hobbies, and work. Both enjoyed the pace of the city, although, as Miranda was not surprised to learn, Heather was from a completely different part of it. A part that required money. Lots of money. Miranda also learned that Heather shared her interest in yoga and in fact was a yoga instructor at a local health club. Most interesting was Heather’s ability to keep the conversation focused on others while revealing very little about herself. After 45 minutes of conversation, Heather still seemed Escort Anadolu Yakası a mystery to Miranda. Quiet, polite, always listening and observing intently, and simultaneously a little intimidating and just a tiny bit aloof, but without a hint of arrogance. Heather’s mystique and personality made her seem significantly older than Miranda, even though they were at most only five or six years apart in age. As the wine continued to work its magic on Miranda, she failed to notice Heather discreetly scooting closer to her in the booth until their thighs were brushing together as they talked. Miranda’s heart jumped when she felt a light touch just above her knee. She demurely sipped her wine in an attempt to hide her emotions behind the glass. “You snuck up on me.” “Mmmm-hmmmm,” Heather replied. The two women hesitated for a moment, enjoying the tension thickening the air between them “Will you do something for me?” Heather whispered, her voice soft and sultry in Miranda’s ear. Miranda turned slightly and brushed her cheek against Heather’s. “Maybe. What is it?” “I’ve been wanting to see those pretty blue panties you mentioned earlier. Will you show them to me.” Miranda blushed deeply. “Here? You can’t be-” “I’m being completely serious my dear. No one’s watching except me.” She paused and stroked Miranda’s delicate jawline softly. “Please?” The skin on Miranda’s arms and scalp goosebumped as Heather’s light touch caused her senses to work overtime. Heather’s hair and warm breath tickled her ear as she waited expectantly for her request to be followed. The wine certainly helped loosen her inhibitions, but really it was Heather’s scent and touch, and that silky voice that dripped with gentle authority, that were absolutely intoxicating. Miranda felt like she was being pulled into an insulated bubble where Heather’s touch was the only thing she wanted, yet remained just out of reach. Miranda sighed softly, dropped her hands to her lap, released the button on her pants, and drew the zipper slowly downwards. The sudden release of pressure around her waist caused her stomach to flip. She felt exposed, even though she had yet to shed any clothing.. “You were so daring at the coffee shop today, I’m surprised you’re so hesitant,” Heather said, sternly. Miranda looked at Heather in surprise, “that was sort of spur of the moment for me,” she pouted. Cautiously, she raised up from the booth and slid her pants over her butt and down around her knees, then dropped quickly back out of sight.

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Part Three:  The bonding is completed.I was about to stand up when Rebecca moved forwards and pushed me back down onto the recliner.  “Lay the chair back,” she commanded.  I did so.  Rebecca undid the laces of my new sneakers and removed the shoes one by one.  Similarly with the socks.  “Undo your jeans,” another command issued.‘All that’s missing here is a whip and a leather metal studded collar,’ I thought to myself.  But I continued to do as I was told. “Good boy.  Mommy approves,” she purred seductively.  “Keep being a good boy and you will get rewards.” As Rebecca was saying this, she was also slowly rubbing her hands up her thighs, over her pussy and up towards her generous breasts.  Even though the buttons on my Levi’s were undone, the strain created by my rapidly swelling cock was undeniable.  It was rather uncomfortable, to say the least. “But if you’re a naughty boy, you will be punished,” she exclaimed, mock sternness in her voice.“Yes, Mommy.  I’ll be a good boy,” I  promised, playing along with the scene.  In a perverse sense, I wondered if this kinky Mommy and Son routine may be driven by Simone’s antics.‘No.  Don’t overthink it Oli,’ I thought to myself.  Rebecca reached out and started to remove my jeans.  I moved to help her by lifting my ass off the recliner. “Oh, good boy,” Rebecca cooed.  “Mommy likes a good little helper.  Good helpers get rewards.”My erection had now burst through the opening at the front of my boxers and was standing proud.  “Here is your reward.” Rebecca leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked it gently.  At the same time, she placed one hand on the base of my manhood and started to move it up and down, slowly.  The sensations running through me were electric.  I groaned in pleasure.  Rebecca lifted her head and ceased her stroking. “Did you speak out of turn?” she asked me, sternly.  “That won’t do.  Punishment for you.”Whether she meant the phrase to rhyme or not I don’t know.  She didn’t miss a beat however and tucked my raging hard-on back into my boxers, making it strain against the remarkably uncomfortable fabric.  Possibly because one of her hands was also pushing against my ball sack, quite hard. “What do you say to Mommy?”  She demanded of me. Immediately, I replied, “I’m sorry Mommy, I won’t do it again.” She released the pressure on my balls and returned to her ministrations on my cock.‘I’m quite liking this,’  I thought to myself.  Suddenly realising that perhaps I wasn’t as vanilla as my previous girlfriend had thought.Once more Rebecca had the head of my cock in her mouth, licking the tip sensually.  A hand was stroking the shaft and I was again in paradise.  I reached up to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of the basque, but she must have felt me move under her and batted my hand away, blindly.  I was impressed by her spatial awareness.  The blow job continued for about five minutes until I was ready to explode again.  Once again, Rebecca used edging to heighten the sensation. Yesterday, it was twice before allowing me release.  Presently, the count was at four, and I had serious doubts about managing to make it to five.  I felt the familiar twitch in my balls as my climax began to build.  I think Rebecca sensed that I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself this time and moved her hand so she could take the full length of my engorged cock deep into her throat. The tension was building.  Indescribable sensations of pleasure were shooting through my body when I felt a kind of cold, shivering sensation start in my toes and roll up my body like a wave breaking on a sandy shore.  The orgasm was massive.  My hips bucked wildly İstanbul Escort as the tension was released along with my thick cum.  Presently the tingling subsided, and my senses returned.  It was then that I realised that Rebecca still had my dick in her mouth, and she was still sucking.  She looked up at me, innocently.  She smiled, then dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her little pinkie finger. “Yummy,” was all she said.As I lay there, slightly bewildered and coming down from my natural high, Rebecca repositioned herself to be perched on the edge of the other recliner.   As she sat, she spread her legs slightly and gently started to rub at her pussy. “Do you like to watch me play with myself?” She inquired.  As soon as I saw what she was doing, I felt stirrings in my cock once again.  Despite its recent workout, I felt it begin to twitch. “I adore playing with myself.  Gently teasing my little clit and making it swell.” She rolled her head back and moaned a little. “Feeling the lace of my panties on my skin makes me so wet.” It was as if she was talking to herself, not me.I was mesmerised by the vision in front of me.  Never in my wildest dreams had the thought entered my mind that I would get with someone as… I struggled to find another adjective, but there was only one that suited my current train of thought.  With someone as perfect as Rebecca. As I watched, I could see that Rebecca was starting to rub a little harder and with more urgency to the movements.  Another groan of pleasure came from her, and she locked eyes with me. “Should I take these off?”  She asked coyly. I just nodded my affirmation that I thought this was a good idea.  She hooked the thumb of her free hand under the lace of the panties and pulled them towards her knees, wriggling on the seat a little, then with one deft movement, stood and let the panties fall to the floor, kicking them to one side when they landed. Rebecca sat once more and opened her legs wide.  Showing me her sex in all its glory.  Returning her hand to her pussy, she parted her lips and allowed her fingers to become slick from her wetness, then gently slid her three middle fingers into her sex three or four times, before withdrawing them. “I love to taste my pussy; it makes me so fucking horny.”  With her now very lubricated fingers, she raised them to her mouth and seductively sucked, delighting in the flavour of her pussy juices.  It was plain to see that she was exceedingly horny, given her current state of undress.My cock was now rock hard again.  I stood up, removed my shirt, and walked the two steps to reach Rebecca.  I reached up to her voluminous cleavage, which was threatening to succumb to gravity and spill over the top of her bustier.  The lace trimming the top of the piece was putting up a valiant fight against a much superior force I thought.  I decreed that I would have to help remedy this situation.  Slowly, I reached out for the uppermost fastener of the top, only to find that it was fastened from the rear.‘How the hell did she put this on?’ I wondered, while I gently motioned for her to spin around to allow me access to the device that was holding her generous bust prisoner in a Bastille of cotton and lace.  Gracefully, she pivoted on one foot to face away from me, and I moved her long hair to one side, allowing access to my target.  Quite by accident, I was a little too close and as I reached for the fasteners, the tip of my cock pressed against Rebecca’s ass. “Oooh, hello,” she giggled, playfully.  I pulled back slightly and focussed on the fasteners.  One by one the little metal prison guards yielded to my İstanbul Escort Bayan hands and before long, Rebecca’s generous breasts were now free.  I turned her around once more, to face me.  I cupped her tits with both hands, rubbing in a circular pattern.  Rebecca placed her hands on mine and groaned loudly, pushing them even harder into the flesh.  Subliminally telling me that she liked rough play with her tits. “Do you like my tits, baby?”  She whispered to me. “Very much,”  I replied as I crouched slightly to take one of her exceedingly erect nipples into my mouth.  I suckled on the tit, teasing the nipple with my tongue and she let out a low long ‘oooh,’ sound.  Her long, luscious hair was tickling my forehead, which was not an entirely unpleasant sensation.  Presently, I came up for air and met Rebecca’s eyes. “Do you want me, Oli?  I’m so horny for you right now I could explode, baby.”  The question surprised me a little. ‘Who in their right mind wouldn’t?’ I thought.  I simply nodded and helped her lay down on the recliner.  I suddenly realised.  I had no protection with me. “I want to, so very much,” I said, apologetically, “but I don’t have any protection with me,” I admitted.  Rebecca regarded me with loving eyes. “It’s OK baby, you won’t need anything.  I take birth control to help with heavy periods, so win, win I guess.” Again, I was surprised at how open and honest she was being with me. ‘Then again, I suppose being this intimate with someone, inhibitions become a little redundant,’ I thought.  I had to bring up the elephant in the room. “It’s not just babies I’m concerned about,” I admitted to her.  Still regarding me with such affection she smiled slightly and said words that I would never have expected, given how… experienced and comfortable she seemed with her sexuality.“It’s OK baby, you don’t need to worry about STIs either.  You see, I’m a virgin, at least in the biblical sense.” Three little words and it was like a bomb had gone off in my head.  I could see sparks and my ears were ringing. “I see,” I said, tenderly. “Then I shall be exceedingly gentle.” This new information changed the entire dynamic of the situation.  I had been steeling myself for a bucking bronco-style fuck session where I would have to hang on for dear life given how forward and confident Rebecca seemed. Now I was the one with the experience and would be guiding this divine creature through her first experience of a proper fuck.  Immediately I chided myself.  I wasn’t going to be that guy.  I wasn’t going to treat Rebecca as another notch on my bedpost. I was developing some intense emotions for this woman, and I wasn’t about to make her first time unnecessarily wild or unpleasant.  If she directed that should be the case throughout our time here, I would be happy to oblige, but it would be Rebecca that would set the pace which I would happily follow.  I wasn’t going to fuck this woman!  I was going to make love to her.—I joined Rebecca on the recliner, my naked body lying next to her.  It was a squeeze, but that made it all the cosier and more sensual.  The stark contrast of warm flesh against cold leather was exhilarating.  I reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, seeing how flushed she’d become.  Her cheeks and the tops of her tits were almost glowing with a red rash. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, our tongues once again became entwined as she wrapped her arms around my body, holding me close to her.  I pulled back slightly and with a free hand, I gently cupped and massaged each of her glorious tits.  Playing with each nipple with my thumb and index finger, tweaking Escort İstanbul and twisting, with an occasional flick for good measure. Each time, little squeaks and groans of pleasure came from her sensuous mouth.  I realised that there wasn’t enough room to move where we were, and stood, scooping up Rebecca in my arms.  I gently laid her down on the rug and lay between her legs.  We kissed again, our tongues performing the most sensual ballet.  I moved my kisses down her chest, tracing the outlines of her nipples with my tongue and then blowing gently where the skin was moist from my saliva. Instantly, Rebecca shuddered with delight, her nipples becoming even more erect.  I moved lower still, tracking my tongue down to her navel and gently circling its pretty little circumference.  How had I not noticed the piercing that was there the other night?   I looked up at her and asked… “Are you sure you’re ready?”  I didn’t want there to be any chance of regrets should things go south in the future. “Oh, fuck yes,” was the reply. ‘OK,’ I thought and moved to part Rebecca’s legs.  For her part, she was already one step ahead of me and had opened her legs and brought her heels to her ass cheeks.  I took my shaft in my hand and gave it a couple of strokes, then gently eased it forward so that the head was just touching her pussy.  Rebecca moaned at the sensation of me rubbing my throbbing cock on her soaking wet pussy, especially when my knob ran over her clit. When I was satisfied that there was sufficient lubrication, I pushed the head in a little further this time, carefully watching her face for any signs of discomfort.  Rebecca’s eyes went wide.  She gasped, then held her breath.  I started to pull out, but she stopped me. “It’s just a lot thicker than I thought it would be.  Don’t stop baby,” she breathed huskily.  Gently I pushed in further and further, just a little at a time to make certain Rebecca was comfortable to continue all the time.  Eventually, I was balls-deep in her sex and no adverse signs were coming from her face. “Oh, my God, this feels fucking sensational,” she exclaimed.  I was happy that she was happy, I began a slow rhythmic pumping in time with the beat of the music that was still playing.  My hands wandered all over her milky white skin, caressing every inch I could reach with delicate fingertips barely touching her. We kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity until I felt an urgency in her kiss and a fervent grabbing at my back indicating that she was close to cumming.  I kept the rhythm going, I feared that altering it in any way would bust the groove we were in and blow her orgasm.  Moans started to come thick and fast, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, holding me deep within her and halting my movement. I suddenly felt an immense clamping on my cock as her pussy muscles contracted, pulsing with the waves of her climax.  Her fingernails nails dug into my back, and I could hear a muffled grunting with each spasm of her body.  “Holy fuck,” Rebecca managed to say, barely able to speak above a whisper in the aftermath of her first orgasm by actual intercourse.  Myself, I had never been bareback before, and the sensation, which was an entirely different feeling from wearing a rubber, was electrifying.  I wanted more.  I never wanted this feeling to go away.  The feeling of being this close to another human being, so intimate and sharing the most precious of things a person can share was intoxicating and I wanted it all the time. There was no break this time.  No, ‘your turn’ swapping.  I simply continued making love to this beautiful woman and before long, between her kisses, her nails running down my back and her pussy clinging on to my cock like it was a life preserver signalled the arrival of yet another orgasm.  I was about to cum for the second time, myself.  I was about to pull out before cumming, when Rebecca locked eyes with me and breathed heavily.

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Nicole pointed at a picture of me and Peter. “Isn’t is about time you forget about him? It’s a bloody month, time to move on!” “He was my first love.” I knew Nicole was right but I wasn’t ready yet. “Oh, come on, Ellen. You’re in your early twenties, right? You should have men crawling at your feet with a body like yours”. I knew she was right. Many women look with envy at my body. I hardly have to put any effort in it but I remain slim, and at my age, my breasts aren’t influenced by gravity yet. They remain firm and I often wonder why I need a bra. This, in combination with my long blond hair, has made the heads of several men turn but I don’t really care or provoke anything. Nicole shook her head. “Please, don’t tell me you’re looking for true love?”“What’s wrong with that,” I replied. “True love doesn’t exist, look at what happened between you and Peter. You really think that was true love?”Again, Nicole was right. According to him we grew apart which I never understood. I never felt something was wrong until the day he said we needed to talk and then he left. Maybe that was exactly the problem, me not seeing it. Maybe I didn’t understand Peter which created the barrier between us. Maybe it was all Bostancı Escort a lie and he ran away with some bimbo. I’ll never know anyway. “You know, you need to relax a little. That will help get over Peter.”“I tried,” I explained to Nicole. “Hell, I’ve even been to yoga classes but nothing seemed to help.” “Those things never work,” she explained. “Have you had an orgasm since he left you?”The bluntness of the question took me by surprise. “No…” was all I could say.“You know, you should really give it a try. Just take your time and treat it like normal sex. Try to seduce yourself.” “How am I supposed to do that?”“Easy. Just as you did with Peter, how did you make him want you?” she asked.I had a ritual for arousing Peter. The preparation was always half the fun. I would start by taking a hot shower. I usually would put the shower head on a hard setting while massaging my breasts and nipples. Sometimes I would even aim between my legs but never would I go too far. That pleasure was for later. I often had to restrain myself from continuing. Focusing on my breasts only was usually more than enough to get my juices going. After the shower, I would go through my Bostancı Escort Bayan special drawer to find that special piece. Depending on what I have in mind, I would pick a suitable set. This could go from a lace under-bust corset with matching stockings to a leather bodysuit. Sometimes Peter wasn’t home yet when I prepared myself, so I waited for him in the living room. When I would hear the door opening I would sit in a special positioning, making sure he could see all the good stuff I have to offer. Sometimes when he was working too long, I would start by rubbing his neck and slowly moving my hands down his torso and ending in his pents.After explaining this to Nicole, she padded me on the shoulder. “So, how does it feel explaining this to me?” she asked, as if I were on a psychiatrist’s sofa. I shuffled on my chair and smiled mischievously.“Tonight when you get home, I want you to perform the routine but do it just for you, make yourself comfortable on the sofa and start enjoying yourself.” I thought about it for a moment and maybe she was right. Maybe I just have to release myself. I’m sure I would enjoy it so why not. I said nothing but smiled showing Escort Bostancı my consent.“I want to hear all about it tomorrow, alright?” Nicole said. I noticed some excitement in her voice. I couldn’t help think about the idea that she would do the same tonight.After work, I hurried home. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do tonight. For the first time in weeks, I actually didn’t think about Peter. I felt like Nicole’s idea would really work.When I got home, I took a bottle of champagne and treated myself to some nice bubbles. I don’t drink much so a glass of champagne would definitely help me relax and open up. With the glass in my hand I shut the curtains in the living room and went towards the bedroom. If I wanted to seduce myself I would love to see a nice show, so I decided to stand in front of the mirror and started moving sensually. I moved my hips while stroking my hair and moving downwards to open a button of my shirt. After the second button, I slowly pulled the shirt over my head unveiling my white laced bra. I let my hand move gently from my belly to my breasts. I opened my bra and let it fall on the floor while keeping my eyes focused on the mirror. I saw a sensual body with beautiful breasts. The mirror image cupped one of them and squeezed it which made her release a soft moan. I went closer to her and touched her. Our hands met while her other hand disappeared in her skirt. I felt my mirror image rubbing on my wet panties. I couldn’t resist and had to see what was going in.

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I tilted my head to one side to get a better look at Alison’s ass as she stooped to refill the printer in the center of the office. The door of my office framed the image perfectly.One of the main reasons I chose this office when joining the company was due to the great view of both the printer station and the water cooler I had from behind my desk when the door was open. I reclined further into my chair and let my eyes linger on the sight in front of me, thankful somewhat that there were no members of E management has its perks after all. Her being single was always a bonus; you tend to be able to flirt more with the single girls.After a minute or so of fidgeting with the printer, she moved off back to her workstation and out of view of my office. Thankful for the few minutes Ümraniye Escort respite, I returned to my work for the day with the thought of that full, biteable ass lending both a smirk to my lips and a slight bulge to my trousers.After a dull afternoon of sending chain emails and checking my stocks online, 5pm finally rolled around and the familiar sounds of people heading home filtered through my doorway. It didn’t take people long to thin out once they were no long required to be here. The office emptied and I took the opportunity to go and refill my coffee.I liked to stay behind after the worker bees have left; it made me look like I actually did something to justify my large salary and sometimes people left their workstations Ümraniye Escort Bayan unlocked. The latter provided me the opportunity to read through some interesting private emails…I wandered across the shop floor towards the kitchen area and noticed Alison was still at her small desk amid a pile of printed letters and empty envelopes. Her suit jacket was draped over the back of her chair and in this light, I could just make out her white bra beneath her shirt. Perched on the edge of her desk sat Karl, one of the young up-and-comers in the company whom I was scheduled to interview in two days hence for a position in middle-management. I watched the two of them casually as I refilled my mug from the coffee machine.Karl sat in a Escort Ümraniye pose of obvious flirtation, his knees wide and his dark muscled arms folded over his chest. Alison sat back in her chair, giggling at something the young man had said and I noticed the slight shrug in her shoulders that suggested she was pushing her already ample breasts out to their full potential.Karl generally had that effect around the office; he was young, black, good looking, and had the kind of unattainable physique middle aged men like myself could only look at in envy. I also knew that there was only a handful of women in the office he hadn’t slept with, married women included. I could tell Alison was interested but she was possessed of that shy demeanor that meant Karl was going to have to work at his conquest.My coffee mug full, I wandered back to my office. Both Karl and Alison hushed their conversation as I made a point of strolling closer to their workstation. Karl nodded his head at me and gave me his customary “Evenin’ Boss.” I returned a knowing smirk and slipped casually into my office.

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Martina sat on a kitchen stool, polishing the cutlery, as she listened to the gentle hum of the washing machine. It was a Saturday morning and she had got up early to make up for taking the previous day as a holiday. She hadn’t dressed properly, as she had expected to be alone, and had put her hair in two loose bunches and thrown on a pair of grey shorts and a white vest. She had been with Olivia and Ben for three weeks now, and had attended to her duties assiduously and not once given Olivia cause to regret her appointment. Yes, Olivia would rather she didn’t go around quite so semi-dressed at times. But she wasn’t so inadequately attired for it to be an issue, and it was only in the morning, after all.Martina looked up as she heard the door click open, and Ben came through still looking rather sleepy wearing just a pair of combat shorts and a bare torso.“Martina! You’re up early.”“Good morning, Ben. Sleep well?”“Yes, I didn’t know you were… I’ll go dress.”“Rubbish. You’re okay. I’ll make for you some coffee.”“Thank you. It’s going to be a hot one,” said Ben, looking at the sunlight, which was blazing through the window.Martina allowed herself a little smirk and turned to Ben.“A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she said.“Construksi?”“Yes… svalstvo… muscles!”“Well, it’s the press ups, probably,” said Ben, pleased at the compliment.She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and stroked his right biceps. Ben followed the contours of her thighs and bum and looked up at her and began to get the first hard-on of the morning.“I will make for you toast. You like marmalade?”Ben could have corrected her faulty grammar, but he actually liked the way she talked. It added to her appeal. Almost a week had passed since she had wanked him through his shorts, in her room. Since then she had continued her skilful flirtation and innuendo, which she disguised behind her faltering English. Neither of them had alluded to the incident. It had been left behind closed doors and – as Martina had said, ‘their fantasy.’It felt unreal for Ben. He was still a virgin, but had now gone a whole lot further than he ever had with a girl. Never the less, there was still so much he didn’t know and had never experienced. He looked at Martina in her shorts and his mind did somersaults. He almost dare not imagine the wonderfully warm and moist treasures that lay underneath. He regularly tugged himself off to porn on his laptop. He had seen close-ups of a pussy, but that was a million Kadıköy Escort miles away from the real thing. He turned to gaze at her gorgeous bum as she put the slices of bread in the toaster, turning just in time to dodge being caught. In a way, he wanted to be caught. He wanted her to admonish him for his lust. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready, or if his pounding heart could cope with the stress. He looked at her shapely legs and the teasingly brazen outline of her pussy lips. “It will be a minute only. I make for you nice. What are your plans for the day?”“Cello practise, this morning. Then nothing, really.”“No party? I never hear that you go to party. Why is, Ben?”“I don’t know. I’m not… I get invited sometimes.”“You should party. Always on Friday is party time in Prague. Yesterday night, all my friends will be celebrating for the nice weather and outside. Have you been to Prague, Ben?”“No, I never.”“Ah you should do. Maybe when I finish with your Mum, I will show you, and…”Martina’s flow was interrupted by the ‘terchunk’ of the toaster popping up. He ate his breakfast and downed his coffee as the blonde au pair fiddled with the controls of the washing machine. She bent down, revealing a sexy inch or so of her cheeky bottom crack. When she stood up, the cotton of her shorts was trapped between the cheeks. Ben was caught between the basic urges to fill his stomach and the demands of his testosterone. He watched her tousled blonde hair, not yet combed, fall around her shoulders, as she piled the washing into a yellow basket. She bent down, facing him and her breasts jiggled freely, visible over the top of her loose-fitting vest.She looked up and followed his gaze.“Is breakfast with podívaná, Ben?” she said, giggling naughtily. “Hmmm?” “Breakfast with a peepshow!” she translated. You will get me fired!” She picked up the basket, chuckling to herself and carried it out into the garden, leaving Ben to finish his toast.After breakfast, the normality of the weekend kicked in. Martina went to the gym, Olivia joined her friend for a few games of tennis and Ben went to practise the cello with his cohorts at the local church hall. His cello kept him sane, as his hormones and the demands of his college work colluded to place him on an emotional roller coaster. On top of all that, he had Martina to contend with. A 21 year-old Czech blonde, who was impossibly sexy and seemed to delight in getting him aroused without any effort. Marshalling his confidence around Martina had its benefits and Ben had grown a little bolder with girls at college and had begun to feel less of a jerk and Kadıköy Escort Bayan was less tongue tied when talking to the hotter students in his group. He knew he had to relate to girls as people first and as sex bunnies second, and somehow all his lustful energy had been directed towards the au pair. It was like even the hottest girls in his group played second fiddle to her. That at least was the positive interpretation of his situation. The other side of the coin, was that she embodied all the qualities that defined his teenage preoccupation with sex. There was a sexual tension building, which he was finding difficult to control. She only had to look at him in a certain way and it would give him an erection. He wasn’t even sure if that was normal. His father was away at just a crucial time in his adolescence. It was hardly something he could broach on his weekly Skype with him and he certainly couldn’t ask his Mum.As he prepared to pack up his cello, he wondered how Martina was doing in the gym. The corollary of that thought was naturally of her taking a shower after her work out. He was beginning to lose command of his own imagination and it led to his inevitable arousal. He stood up and used his cello case as a convenient shield, as he spoke to one of his fellow musicians. After the events at breakfast and then spending longer in the kitchen than he had intended, he had gone out with his urges unfulfilled. Thinking of the au pair was making his cock uncomfortably hard and balls ache. He seriously needed to sort himself out.When he got home, he rushed upstairs, but to his dismay found his mother in his room with the technician who had come to install the broadband upgrade. He had forgotten about that, so he took a deep breath and went down to play on his Soccer Wii – taking penalties. It took his mind off things, until he heard the front door go, and Martina entered, her hair all fluffy and looking very sporty in her thigh length lycra shorts and tight top. “What are you playing,” she asked, dropping her sports bag in the hall.“It’s Match of the Day.”“What is? Is soccer game? Can I have a go?”“Sure. You stand on this mat and press that button when you want to shoot.”“Okay. I will take a penalty.”“Sure. Stand here.”“Here?”“No here.” Ben put his hands on Martina’s waist and guided her to the right spot. Martina looked round at him, giving him a heart-stoppingly sexy glance.After a couple of goes she scored and celebrated, which made them both laugh.“Do you have Grand Slam, the tennis game?”“Yeah, I do.”“Okay, we must play some time, and I will beat you.”“I’m quite good!” Escort Kadıköy said Ben, confidently.“We will see!” she countered, beaming.“But now I go to change and study for the English, Ben. Maybe you like to help with me?”“With the English?”“Yes. It is well? You can correct my mistakes.”“Well, yes sure.”“I just go to change into something and I will listen for you knock.”Ben switched off the Wii and packed it into its box, and his Mum came down with the technician, and saw him out.“Good session with the cello, Ben?”“Yes, fine. I’m going to help Martina with her English…”“Good. I think she’ll benefit from it. She’s coming on though isn’t she?”“Yeah, definitely. Ummm… I’ll just go up.”“Good. Oh by the way. I’ve been asked to take a conference Monday and Tuesday. I’m leaving tomorrow after dinner, so you’ll be in charge!”“You’re staying over?” said Ben, comprehending that he would be alone with Martina for two nights.“Yes, it’s in Bath of all places. I’m sure you’ll cope, and Martina’s great.”“Oh yeah, great. That’s good then.”“Yes. Well I better read up on the agenda. Are you okay, Ben?”“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.”“Good. See you later.”Ben gave a thumbs up to his Mum went upstairs.Ben’s genital issues were now becoming a real problem. The realisation of spending two nights in the house alone with the au pair, was producing a kaleidoscope of erotic scenarios and his cock was stirring again. He just needed a few minutes alone to relieve the frustration and he would be okay. He tip toed past Martina’s room, but managed to find the loose floor board, which was the wiring access and it betrayed his presence.“It’s open,” Ben, came Martina’s silky Czech voice.Ben froze and pulling himself together, pushed open her door.Martina was lying on her belly, her knees bent and her feet crossed behind her, as she read a book. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt and a summery buttonless shirt, which was tied above her midriff. She turned over and bent one leg, as she looked at Ben. He wanted not to ogle, but his gaze went straight to her white panties, which were impossible to miss, in the way that she was now lying on her bed. Ben could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her up tilted breasts were pointing through the silk of her blouse.“Come and sit here while I read, Ben.”Martina had put on a little lipstick and gloss and sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume. He tried to block out the effects she had on him, but it was too much; especially with her sultry smile and that beautiful Prague accent.“Do you not want to help me with the English, Ben?”“Yes, why?”“I think you don’t like to teach me.”“No, it’s fine.”“Always it is fine, Ben!” she said, stifling a giggle.“I’m always saying ‘fine’ it’s me. I know I’m a bit lame, sometimes.”“Lame? What is lame?”“Sort of predictable and boring.”“No, I don’t think you are boring. “You don’t change you, Ben. You are… pohledný…” Martina paused thinking for the English word.

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