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Cock-ups are inevitable,
     never acceptable.
           – Except in porn!

My wife has never been very aggressive sexually. No, that’s not quite what I mean. That might give the impression of violence and neither she nor I are into that.

What I mean; is that she never initiates sex.

I’ve spoken to her about it, but apart from when she’s pissed, she never makes the first move. And we don’t drink very often.

I once told her that making love to her sometimes felt like consensual rape. Again, not with the violence, but that she seemed to just go along with the idea.

Without any initial enthusiasm.

She would warm to idea, pretty soon, but for the first few moves, I sometimes felt her heart wasn’t in it.

So this night we were watching this video. It was supposed to be hardcore porn, but it wasn’t. It was some Swedish girls prancing about nude, with flashes of blond bush, and miraculous sex, with men with flaccid members.

We were sitting on the sofa. Or at least I was. She was lounging on it, with her feet on my lap, her heel giving my groin the occasional dig.

My boner had all but disappeared after the first few scenes, and I was seriously thinking of turning it off, when she removed her feet from my lap, and placed them on the settee.

She was wearing a skirt, and with her feet under my bottom, when she opened her legs, I got an eyeful of her knickers. Not very erotic, but coupled with the blonde beauties on the screen enough to make my dick think twice about shrinking.

She said afterwards that thinking about what she was about to do, and watching the soft porn, had made her pussy wet.

Normally she would have waited for me to make a move, but this night she moved her hand to her crotch, and started rubbing it with her fingers.

I didn’t say anything, because this was all new and exciting. As far as I knew she had never touched herself like that before, always relying upon me to do it for her.

There were two girls on screen writhing about on a rug, giving me flashes of boobs and pubes, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her tracing the gap of her cunt with her index finger.

I didn’t want to disturb anything, so I continued watching the video, whilst devoting most of my attention to seeing what she was doing with my peripheral vision.

She was watching my face, rather than the screen, so she could see my eyes flickering to her, as she deliberately moved her hand up. Which forced her loose skirt to ride up to her waist, exposing a bit of belly, and insinuated her hand between the cotton of her panties and her skin.

I could see her hand moving, beneath the material; and from this point onwards my attention shifted from the video to the sofa.

She started to stroke herself, with long slow movements that threatened to expose her whole hand before it disappeared again into her knickers. By this time her legs were bent wide apart and I thought I could see as her fingers entered her cunt, but I wasn’t sure.

Her other hand had loosened the buttons on her blouse and as is often the case she was not wearing a bra, and so her breasts were exposed. With one hand teasing her nipples, she raised her bottom, bent and reached down and pulled off her knickers.

Her next position was with one leg on the floor, and the other on the back of the sofa, legs stretched wide apart, and her cunt glistening with anticipation and welcome.

He hand started caressing it again, and I made a move towards her, but she uttered a single syllable, “NO.” So I just sat and watched.

Her throat was getting red as she got more and more excited. My prick was straining in my trousers, and I was forced to straighten it. I wanted to get it out, and play with it, but I was scared that it would destroy whatever was going on, so I contented myself with a swift stroke.

She had two fingers inserted into her wet slit, to the middle knuckle, and she was moving them in and out, with great deliberation and obvious enjoyment. God, I was turned on.

She removed them and started teasing her clitoris, spreading her cunt lips wide, to show me the inviting spectacle, and fingering herself, and pinching and rubbing her clit.

I expected her to stop and give me a sign, and believe me, I was ready to jump on her, but she didn’t. She continued stroking, and rubbing, and finger fucking as she became more and more worked up.

You know what it’s like when you watch porn. It gets a bit samey, and you can feel yourself going off the boil. This wasn’t like that. If anything the more excited she got the more excited I got.

And it seemed to go on forever. At one point I couldn’t restrain myself, I had to take some kind of positive action. She was rubbing her hand vigorously over her clit, and so I tentatively reached out with my left hand, and inserted two fingers into her waiting, wet quim. They went in so smooth, and easy. I don’t think I ever remember her cunt being so soft, wet or loose. I pulled out and sarıyer escort re-inserted three, and started to languidly move them in and out.

She sighed at that, and made no move to stop me, so as her fingers speeded up, and her breathing became more ragged, so my hand also went faster and harder.

After a short space of time, she was thrusting herself onto my hand, and her arse was jumping off the sofa as she wanked herself and I finger-fucked her. She started making noises that signified that she was near her orgasm, and again I expected her to stop, so I could fuck her properly, but she didn’t. She continued, until with a cry, she started jerking convulsively.

I felt something inside her, as she came. Not only did her vagina muscles contract and grip my fingers, but it seemed like warmth and moisture enveloped them inside her hole. She continued with red face and heavy breathing until she had exhausted her orgasm, and then she slowly lay her hands to her side, with a satisfied grin on her face. I removed my hand and started to turn, to get up, but she moved a leg from the floor, to my lap, and forced me to sit again.

We waited for what seemed like an eternity, until her breathing slowed from the ragged heights of excitement to normal. I was looking at her, and at the screen, and I could feel my erection loose none of its potency, which was very surprising. But the woman, sharing the sofa with me, was nothing like my wife, with her open legs, and open cunt, and I was more excited than I believed possible.

When she could breathe normally, she removed her leg from my lap, and twisted round and stood up. She walked round to face me, and then knelt on the floor between my legs. I watched her every move, fascinated. She ran her hands over my trouser front, feeling my hard prick beneath, before lowering her head. I felt her teeth, play with the zip of my fly, and I thought for a moment she was going to pull it down with her teeth. Instead she lowered her face, until her lips came in contact with the material, and blew hot air, through my trousers onto my prick.

She exhausted the air in her lungs, and she harshly breathed in. I don’t know which felt better, the hot caress of her lips, or the sharp coldness of the intake of breath.

She blew out again, and I could feel my member straining against its confinement. I moved my hips upwards, but she pulled away and stood up.

Leaning down, she grasped my erection through my trousers and gave it a gentle tug. Not lengthways, like she was wanking me, but upwards. Obviously I couldn’t move in that direction, but I got the idea that she wanted me to get up, and as I started to push myself up, she released my prick and started walking out of the room.

We went upstairs, leaving the lights on and the video playing, and as she preceded me up the stairs. She lifted her skirt, which had fallen back into place, up to around her waist. So I was inches away from her naked arse, as we went up to the bedroom.

I knew her wet cunt was waiting. It was an exquisite torture.

When we got to the bedroom, she started to take her clothes off, so I did the same. She was half-naked already, so she was nude first, but I was blocking her path to the bed, so she had to wait until I had finished. As she waited, and it wasn’t for very long, she stroked her pussy hair. Which was more than enough to ensure that I didn’t lose interest. As if that were possible!

When I had taken off the last of my clothes, I made to move to the head of the bed, but she reached out and restrained me, by grasping my bicep. I stopped, and she twisted me around, until she could lay me down across the bed. Then she manoeuvred me until my back was on the bed, with my arse on the edge, my balls hanging free, and my feet on the floor.

Then she turned herself around, and straddled me.

We have a wardrobe with a large mirror on the front, and I realised that the position she was in enabled her to see her cunt, and my prick. She reached down, and grasped my erect cock, and stroked it gently against her slit. I could feel that it was wet, and open. My vision was impaired by her body, but I didn’t care, as she stroked my cock, up and down her moist opening.

I felt her raise herself, and position herself over my bell-end. She lowered herself slightly, until the tip was nudging her welcoming twat. I could see that she was concentrating on the view, afforded by the mirror, and keeping her position. She was almost rigid with anticipation, as she gently and slowly lowered herself further.

She watched my cock, sink slowly inside her, until the whole length of the shaft disappeared and she was resting on my body. Then she raised herself, again, with deliberation. I could hear her breathing becoming ragged, and I knew that this was turning her on. I must admit, that even though I couldn’t see much, it wasn’t doing a bad job on me either.

She started to move herself up esenyurt escort and down, and when she had got her rhythm she took one hand and spread her cunt lips, so she could get a better view of my entry and movement. Then she started to manipulate and tease her small clitoris, until it was visible as a red bud, through her quim lips.

She started to move in a circular motion, as well as up and down. Stretching her open cunt, with my prick. And occasionally, she would allow my cock to leave her orifice, and slide against her wet cunt, before positioning me to re-enter her. At any minute I expected her to allow me to take the initiative again, and fuck her. But when I started to raise my hips, towards her, so that I could get deeper, and start a movement of my own, she half turned, and said “No.”

Even her monosyllabic talking was incredibly sexy. And though I might be a bit of a control freak, her dominance and control was definitely having the desired effect. I don’t think I had ever felt harder.

By now she was moving violently and forcibly, her arse was slapping against my balls on each downstroke, and on each upstroke, she was pausing for a fraction of a second, when only the tip of my cock was inside her. Her hand was moving faster on her clit, and her breathing was becoming increasingly heavy. She was gasping, as the first throes of her orgasm took her, but she didn’t stop. She continued to ride me, bucking like a rodeo rider on an untamed stallion.

I wanted to start thrusting, but when I did, she again turned, but this time she just glared at me, so I lay there passive. Or at least as passive as you could be, when a wet and tight cunt is rocking and rolling on your erect penis.

Eventually, she reached her peak, and as she did so, she made a loud sound of satisfaction and enjoyment. It wasn’t a word. I don’t think she was capable of speaking. It was a primeval scream.

She rode me, through the throes of her orgasm, until she was satisfied. Her hand moving on her clit. Her eyes intent upon the mirror. My prick going up and down in her cunt. Then she allowed herself to slow down.

Her cunt was loose and wet, and though it had grasped me from within when she came, it now relaxed, and as my cock moved up and down inside her, it felt like it was travelling through very soft liquid. There was no resistance. But at the same time, there was enough friction, to keep me on the edge of my own orgasm.

When she stopped moving entirely. I was so disappointed. Not only did I want to come, but I needed to. My balls were aching, with anticipation, and frustration. But when I tried to move against her, she forced her body downwards, as a message to keep still.

It only took her a minute or two to recover but they were agony for me. I could feel her cunt around my shaft. I could feel her juices, leaking out of her and down to my balls. I lost a bit of my excitement, but not as much as I expected.

I waited patiently for her next move, and when it came, it was an abrupt shift of position. She raised herself off me and scooted over to the head of the bed, where she lay her head on the pillow, and looked at me.

I didn’t need more of an invitation. I turned and jumped on the bed and on my knees positioned myself between her open legs. I started to move upwards to get aligned, so I could fuck her, but she reached out a hand, and held it against the top of my head and pushed down. I got the idea, and lowered my face to her waiting cunt.

It was already wet and juicy, and I sucked and licked for all I was worth. I opened her vagina lips and exposed her little bud. With great care, I positioned my lips around it and sucked deeply, coaxing it from its resting-place. It was not large, but when I raised my head, I could see it clearly. More red, than pink, as it was engorged with blood, erupting from the folds of skin at the top of her slit. I gently held it with my teeth, and felt her squirm as I wiggled my teeth. Releasing the pressure I sucked and felt it slide inside my mouth.

As I say it wasn’t big, but at that moment it was sensitive. This was the point when she would normally stop me. She would allow herself to become sensitive, but then she would dislike the feeling. However today was different, she allowed herself to go with the flow, and my tongue lashed her clit, and I could feel the pressure mounting inside her.

Rubbing with my nose, to keep up the pressure on her clit, I stuck my tongue deep inside her cunt slit. I could taste her, and my mouth was full of her. I returned to sucking her clitoris, alternating my sucks, with flicks of my tongue, and inserted a finger inside her. I ran it around her lips, allowing her juices and my saliva to coat it, before putting it in. I felt around inside, trying to find her G spot. I withdrew the finger and put it back, but this time accompanied by another digit.

My reach was deeper with two fingers, than with one, but I doubt I found the spot. However, she seemed avrupa yakası escort to be enjoying it.

I started to finger-fuck her, whilst at the same time, playing with her clit. She was starting to move wildly, and her gyrations coupled with my head and hand movements made my fingers start banging awkwardly against my face. So I withdrew my fingers and concentrated on bringing her off with my mouth.

Then I started to play with her arse hole. Still giving her the most intense head, I had ever managed to do, I inserted a finger into her arsehole up to the first knuckle, and started to work it in and out. Her breathing became ragged. Noises erupted from her mouth. Her cunt made slurping noises. She was thrusting her hips into my face, in rhythm to my mouth moving on her cunt. And suddenly she was over the top.

She came again, as I continued to lick her twat and suck her clit. I couldn’t keep my finger in her arse, so I pulled it out. I continued until she was almost sobbing, and her juices were leaking from her, like water from a colander. I lapped them up as fast as they emerged, but it was an almost impossible task. All around my mouth, my face was wet with her juices, mixed with my saliva. Eventually when I felt that she had reached her peak, I stopped my mouth, and rose up.

I was on my knees between her legs. With my erect prick facing her. I looked at her flushed face and she spread her legs wider and raised her hips.

I thrust my prick deep inside her, but she moved her legs up to encircle my waist before I could start moving. And then she moved them further up, until they were resting on my shoulders. At the same time, she somehow pulled me towards her with her legs, so I had to move forwards to keep inside her. Which meant I had to rise up, and I ended up, with her, almost resting on her shoulders, and me, poised above her, almost vertically.

I started to pump. There was no finesse; my need was too great. I knew that it wouldn’t take long.

In this position, I could see her eyes and the half grin on her face as I fucked her hard, with long deep strokes. She could see my prick thrusting in and out of her. She could glimpse my balls, as they slapped her arse. She could see the panic in my eyes, as I grew closer and closer to the point of no return.

I could no longer look down; I had to face the wall, as my orgasm started to overwhelm me. My mouth was open and I was moving like a man possessed. I was grunting like a beast.

When suddenly she flexed her thigh muscles and twisted and I popped out of her. Her legs moved down, until they rested on the bed, and I was left high and not very dry, with my erect, and as yet unsatisfied prick, pointing outwards.

She reached up, and grabbed it, and started to pull me down. Her mouth opened and I almost lost it, at the thought that she was going to take me in her mouth. I had sunk down, and even though she stretched her neck she couldn’t reach me with her mouth, and so I started edging up her body with my knees. But when I reached her tits, she leant her head back, and smiled, and started to move her hand, up and down my length.

I felt cheated, but at the same time elated. I might not be going to come in her mouth, but I was going to ejaculate over her. And as she wanked me off, her hand sliding easily over my well-lubricated prick, it didn’t take long before I came.

And I spurted.

A globule of my cum flew through the air and travelled the few inches to her chin. Another landed on her neck, but the majority fell onto her tits. She continued to move her hand, draining the last drops from my prick, until finally there was a long teardrop of cum, running from my prick over her hand, nearly reaching her body.

I thought she was finished but I was wrong.

She pulled her hand lower. And as she had her fingers around my shaft, I had to follow. She spread my cum from the back of her hand onto her tits. Where her hand went, I had to follow, and my arse and balls were rubbing her cum-soaked body, and then she dragged me closer to her mouth. I slid over her white speckled tits, until I was almost sitting on her neck.

And then she opened her mouth, and took me in.

She started to suck the residue of my cum. Without moving her head, she sucked hard, and from the depths of my balls I felt my spunk rising and entering her mouth. I could feel her mouth moving as she swallowed and lubricated, and then she started to move her head, as well as sucking, and teasing me with her tongue.

I expected to start shrinking. I had come, and I needed time to rest and recover, but my libido had other ideas. I may have lost a bit of hardness after I came, but under her oral ministrations, I soon recovered what I had lost, and then some.

Soon, her head was moving in and out, down the length of my shaft. I could feel my prick enveloped by her warmth, and grazing against the roof of her mouth. Without volition on my part, I started to thrust and face-fuck her, and she allowed it for a few beats. I could feel her tongue beneath my prick as I attempted to shove my length down her throat. She gagged slightly, but continued to suck. Soon we had a rhythm going, and I knew that my second orgasm wouldn’t be long. But she seemed to realise that too, and her hand moved to push me away, as her mouth escaped my rampant cock.

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[The narrator of this is likely the same one as in some of the other 1970s stories. For example, the same college newspaper is involved. The timeline may or may not be the same but that doesn’t seem to be crucial for this particular story.]

Throughout my freshman modern European history course in the spring of 1974, Nora Meara sat between me and the windows. I caught her name during some first day introductory chat but I then quickly forgot what her last name was. Out of habit most of the students in college classes gravitated towards the same spot in the room everyday. I always kept an empty seat between us. Had I been more experienced and more assertive I might have simply dropped in right next to her and chatted with her at the beginning and end of each class.

For a while I noticed her clothes more than anything else. During the winter months she wore jeans and boots most of the time. As the weather warmed up I saw more of her body. She went for pullover tops and short skirts. One of my favorites of the latter was a cute blue denim one. Once in a while she had a mid-length skirt for variety.

If she did wear jeans during the spring months she invariably had a midriff-baring top. She seemed to need to have a certain amount of herself on display. When I was bored in class I would try to glance over at her; she never seemed to notice. If her navel was exposed I tried to look at that.

On her numerous skirt-wearing days she had a habit of splaying her legs out carelessly. I tried to determine what kind of panties she had but I never could get the correct angle for a view. I amused myself by imagining she had no panties at all.

After being in schools of one sort or another for fourteen years my mind wandered at times in class. As the weeks past I assessed her more carefully, comparing her to other girls I had seen but didn’t really know on campus. She was probably about five-foot seven but her legginess made her seem taller. I noted her lanky brown hair, fair skin and steel-rimmed glasses.

I speculated about socializing with her somehow, even asking her for a date, but I never seemed to get an opening. She rarely – perhaps actually never – participated in class and she had little to say to me. In fact, she said very little to anybody else in the room.

Nora’s attention must have wandered too as she spent a fair amount of time looking out the window. Our building, City College’s Wagner Hall, was on a bluff called Hamilton Heights. Alexander Hamilton had indeed once lived in this neighborhood and his house still stood on Convent Avenue just north of the campus.

Now, nearly 175 years later, the view from up here to the east showed long blocks of Harlem tenements and newer housing projects with the gray-green towers of the Triborough Bridge beyond. I wasn’t t sure that was what Hamilton had intended for America, but that is what we now had.

When the midterm papers were returned to us she did complain to me about her low grade. She said, “Oh man, I can’t believe it – he gave me a D. This really sucks.”

I wasn’t sure she was even addressing me but there was no one else close enough. I glanced over and she turned the paper so that I could see it. By chance I could also read the info on the title page and I finally caught her last name again: Meara.

“So what did you get?” she asked me.

“Ah, looks like an A.”

“It doesn’t merely look like an A, it is one.” I caught a tone of mean-spirited envy. She grimaced and turned away. By this point in the semester I was getting the impression that she wasn’t merely quiet; there was something morose about her.

*****

In June, after the end-term paper had been assigned, I heard her say, “Hey, Paul.” I glanced over at her. “Look, I’d like to talk to you about something, I mean something about this course.”

I replied, “Sure, what is?”

“Tell you what, meet me over in the Finley cafeteria . . .” She looked at her watch, a very delicate gold one. “In say, twenty-minutes. We can have some coffee.”

I nodded, “I’ll be there.” I tried to sound casual but if she had asked me to meet her in the Mojave Desert I might have checked the Amtrak schedule to Barstow. In actuality all I had to do was walk across the driveway to the student center.

“Great. I’ll see you there.” She grabbed her bag and walked out. I watched the back of her skirt, her white legs moving as they carried her out of the room.

An anomaly was that I couldn’t figure out why she just didn’t walk over to Finley with me but I accepted that as a minor detail. In fact I felt upbeat. I had joined one of the student newspapers the previous fall but hadn’t managed to land a date with the any of the girls on the staff. For one thing the number of female members was considerably lower than the number of male ones.

Now in a surprising development this Nora girl had suddenly chosen me – for something, I wasn’t quite sure what yet.

*****

When I got there I purchased my coffee and then went to look for her. She saw me and waved me over to her table

Her istanbul escort first few sentences seemed inconsequential but I let her talk. I sat there thinking, hey I’m on a date, just a coffee date, but it’s a start. This Nora girl was a bit on the sullen side from what I had seen of her so far, there was some kind of unhappiness in her – but, on the other hand . . .

I had the habits and thoughts of a nineteen-year-old virgin. I remembered the two or so masturbation fantasies I had had about Nora: lifting up her little skirts, finding pretty panties or no panties at all. That was followed by coupling with her while standing up in a Wagner Hall rest room or taking her on the grungy sofa in the student newspaper office.

There really had been no Nora with me in that stall or office, but now she was here at the table – steel-rimmed glasses, brown hair, short skirt, the whole package. For the first time I was close to notice a few freckles on her face. It’s just the two of us here with our lousy cafeteria coffee.

She spent about a minute complaining about that coffee. Then she said, “So, Paul, I’ve got a deal that I want to discuss with you.”

I had expected some sociable student chat and I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Okay, what do you mean?”

She needed to set the scene first, “As I mentioned, I haven’t been doing that well in this course. In fact, I’m sort of in trouble with it. I told you, I got a D on the mid-term paper. You remember that?”

“Sure, I remember it.”

“Well since you seem to be doing so well with it – I mean the course – I could use some help with all this. I mean from you.”

A fantasy came to me, sudden but almost complete: maybe we could have study dates, I could help her with her work and then, well, romance would bloom.

I said, “I could do that.” I thought I would do more than that if she asked me, like throwing my coat into the mud so she could cross a puddle. Of course, it was June and I didn’t have a coat, but the point – this is really great, something very interesting is shaping up.

She leaned forward and continued in a lower voice, “I have a very specific request. So here’s the thing: I’d like you to write a final paper for me, I mean another paper in effect just for me. If you do that, I’ll give you a blowjob in return.”

Did she really say that? I know I heard it but I can’t believe it. Her voice had been so calm and unaffected. I think she saw the complete confusion in my expression. In any case she continued her pitch, “I’ll sweeten it for you. During this you can feel me up too, as much as you want.”

Something made me simplify the issue to its essence, “Exactly what does that mean?”

“Come on dummy, you know. It goes like this: I’ll take my clothes off and you can rub my tits, my pussy, my ass.” She put on a goofy smile which somehow suggested that I wasn’t that sharp. Does she think I’m book smart but socially inept? I was projecting one of my own fears onto her.

“Then you’ll take out your stiff cock – and it will be stiff – and I will kiss, lick and suck said cock until you bust a nut.” She made a pouting expression with her lips.

I knew what she meant but I still said, “Bust a nut?”

“Shoot your load, come, ejaculate, have an orgasm. Whatever you want to call it.” She leaned a bit closer to me, “One thing though; in all seriousness, I’m not going to swallow. In other words, don’t come in my mouth.”

The strangeness of this conversation paradoxically allowed me to think rather clearly. I asked, “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to, that’s why. When the big moment comes, pull out and aim somewhere else. Don’t get cute and shoot it into my face. Guys often try to pull that stunt.”

I wondered if she had blown those guys for fun or profit but I wasn’t going to ask. Anyway, she seemed to have the logistics worked out, “I think a good place for this would be that newspaper office of yours.” That would be The Salient’s office on the third floor of this Finley Hall we were in now. “On the evening that you have the paper ready we’ll meet up there.”

She could see that I was mulling over this proposal. A pleading tone came into her voice, “Oh please, I really need to pull my grades together, I mean finish this semester doing better. This course has just been a big sore point for me.”

I was excited by the blatant sexuality of her proposition but yet I was also upset. My sweet little fantasy had evaporated. This was a bald business deal; she was prostituting herself. Has she done this kind of thing before with other guys? I guessed that she had planned this some time before she invited me over here for coffee.

Then she pulled a real Jezebel act on me. She smiled, warmly; maybe she faked it. I was too inexperienced to truly judge that. She said, “You have everything to gain from this. I know Paul. . .” I should have been wary that she dropped my name in at that point. “I know you’ve had fantasies about me, I know you’ve avcılar escort wanted to lift my skirt up and pull off my panties.”

I was foolish; I blurted out, “How do you know that?”

She was still smiling, “Silly, I know how guys are. You think I haven’t banged my share of them before?”

I had an erection. If I had stood up it would have been visibly pushing the front of my pants out. Much later I knew that she had figured that out without actually having seen it. I tried to salvage some manly pride, to show some – well, if not dominance at least backbone. I wanted to sound aloof but I failed, “So why not bang me too?” I knew immediately that turning it into a question was a misstep.

She laughed, “Oh, you mean actually fuck you? I’d need a lot more than a term paper for that. I doubt you could afford it.”

I almost asked her what her price would be. Would I actually take out money, money my grandfather had put into an account, to pay for this chick? How pathetic have I become?

She wanted to close. She put a hand over one of mine as I rested it on the table. It was the first time a girl had ever so much as touched me. “So sweetheart, how about it? Curious to know what kind of panties I wear? Sometimes I don’t wear any.” She leaned back and put on – faked I am now sure – a look of wantonness. “I love the feeling of the warm spring air around my bare hips and crotch. Makes me feel like a femme fatale. My cunt gets wet when I walk around like that.”

I agreed to have the paper for her in ten days.

She said, “Another thing, I’m going to need cab fare. I’m not riding the subway back at that hour.”

I tried some chivalry, “I can take you home.”

She looked annoyed now, “To Maspeth, Queens? And there’s a bus ride too. Just give me twenty dollars, that should cover it.”

I shouldn’t have asked this but I did, “So you said you’ve done this kind of thing before?”

I was surprised at how defensive she got, “What I have to do to get by, to survive, is not your business. If it offends your delicate sensibilities than don’t do it.”

I think she knew that was a rhetorical statement; she already had me. I got apologetic, “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have . . . “

She was giving me a self-righteous look that might have been appropriate on teetotaling Carrie Nation. Then that changed to a smirk, “That’s okay, I knew you’d come through.” What she really meant was, I know what your weaknesses are and how to exploit them.

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*****

On the designated evening I was sitting in The Salient office waiting for her. The old building was beautiful on the outside but the interior spaces were grimy rooms lit by harsh fluorescents.

Then I heard a knock on the door and I went to open it. Nora was there, much like she had been in one of my fantasies. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse, a flowered mini-skirt and tennis shoes. It was obvious she didn’t have a bra; I wondered about panties but I’d find out soon enough.

I tried to appear cheerful although I was very nervous, “Hi, Nora.”

She got right to the point, “Let me see the paper.”

“I’ve got it over here.”

We went to the far end of the office by the windows. For about a minute she stood, leaning back on a table, flipping through the pages. I stood facing her. After glancing at the notes/bibliography at the end she said, “It looks okay. So let’s go to the couch and get this done already.”

“Ah, I was going to feel you, remember?”

She put on the expression of somebody trying to recall a fact, then she yanked her top up and pushed her breasts forward. “Here, sport, feel these.”

I stepped forward and did start fondling them but something seemed wrong; somehow this so far wasn’t that compelling. Some initiative on my part seemed necessary so I dropped my hands to her waist. For a second she seemed to resist but then she said, “Okay, I get it, petting below the waist as they said at the malt shop.”

She quickly lifted her skirt; I saw her underpants: basic white bikini drawers. She dropped those down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

As she leaned back a bit she held her skirt up, “Ever see a pussy before?”

“Ah, of course.”

“Yeah I’m sure, maybe in Penthouse or something, and even there it isn’t true spread beaver.”

I had seen a few Playboys and Penthouses and I made a comparison. Her exposure of herself had been so sudden that I still had the clarity of mine for objective assessments. Her medium brown hair was thicker, more springy than the magazine models. I had the odd insight that the models probably trimmed their bushes.

She said, “How about some ass?” She turned around and bent over the table. Her buttocks were trim and pale.

I tried for a joke, “Hah, no tan lines.”

“Baby, I just burn at the beach. Besides, it’s only June. You know, I bet you’d like to give me a good spanking.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m a bad girl and all guys like spanking girls, bad or not. Even so-called nice guys şirinevler escort like you are sadists. But, obviously, you’d need to come up with another term paper or something before I’d let you do that.”

When she turned back I had more insight about what was bothering me. I had expected some act of affection from her – that she would take my hand, kiss me, give a gesture of fondness. I tried to rectify that by moving my face towards hers. She shook her head so quickly that her hair whipped across my cheeks.

“Hey, no lovey-dovey.” She continued, “It’s so fucking obvious that you don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re doing.”

I was unable to say anything more coherent than, “What?”

“Look, I’ve been around the block with my share of guys and I can just see your utterly unbusted cherry. You just exude virginity.”

In my confusion I actually, for a moment, pictured the little red fruit in a bowl. Later I understood that she really didn’t know anything about me but she was holding control over the situation. Her insults were tests; she wanted to see how much she could get away with and how much ground I’d concede. I think she also enjoyed getting under my skin and being rude for its own sake.

I was still smarting from her statements when she reached out and squeezed my crotch. “Okay stud, at least you’ve got your boner going.”

While my mind was dealing with Nora’s attitude my body had responded automatically to the sight and presence of her unclothed form. I almost hadn’t noticed that I had an erection now

She ordered, “It’s time – come over to the couch and stand in front of me.” She sat on the cushion; I knew she’d be more comfortable that way rather than kneeling on the wooden floor. I thought of complaining that I had hardly copped any feels yet but I thought better of it. Even looking at her crotch was impossible now; she clamped her knees together as if she was sitting on the subway.

She had put her glasses on the table. I asked her about that and she looked at me like the question was not worth an answer.

She said, “Well, take it out already.” I unzipped myself and let my cock pop out. She issued more directions, “You’ll find it easier if you just unbuckle your pants and pull it all down, like to your knees.”

I tried for a bit of erotic banter, “Do you like my cock?”

She scoffed, “Basically if you’ve one seen one you’ve seen them all.”

I said, “Maybe I should be a little stiffer for this.”

I must have looked puzzled because she replied, “You must have done this bit often enough: Take your useful little hands and stroke yourself.”

I was still looking for the sexiness in all this, “I was hoping that you would lend one of your own hands for this too.”

I expected that to sound playful. Instead she made a raspberry/Bronx cheer noise and said, “Well you hoped wrong.”

With no other options I started caressing myself with both hands. I decided to reveal one of my secrets, “Nora, I’ve jerked off thinking about you a couple of times.”

She laughed loudly.

“Is that funny?”

“Yeah, in a way. For one thing I already figured that out.” That could be interpreted as an encouraging sign. “For another, I just don’t care one way or the other. I’m sure I’m in the puppy-whipping rotation of several other pathetic guys.” That was definitely not encouraging. Darker thoughts were coming to me: you are a mean little bitch aren’t you?

In a few moments she deemed the situation satisfactory to continue. “Bring it over here.” I got in close to her and she leaned forward; I had to use my hands to guide myself because she kept her own resting on her knees. Her mouth opened and my cock went in. I looked down; hey, she’s really blowing me.

She did virtually nothing to help me; the promised kissing and licking of my penis was not forthcoming. Her hands stayed in her lap. As I rocked my hips back and forth, I thought, this does feel – pleasant, but there’s got to be more passionate stuff beyond this.

After less than two quiet minutes of this Nora noticed something about it too. She let me drop out of her mouth and she said, “This is going to take all night. I’ve got some tricks to speed it up.” Later I thought: tricks, yes, the tricks whores know.

She leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide; her skirt fell away and I finally saw bare vulva. “Lean forward and use your left hand to brace yourself on the back of the couch.” That sounded like gymnastics instructions perhaps. I remembered the parallel bars at my high school.

As I looked down at her I said, trying to sound both sly and amused, “Wow, I’d really like to stick it into your cunt.”

She was not amused, “You try that and I’ll put my knee into your balls.” I could vividly imagine that.

She had one more gimmick: she finally touched me. She put her left hand under my shirt to hold the bare flesh of my waist; her right hand held one of my buttocks.

Now when I put my cock back in her mouth these methods seemed to click. My youth and my own mental tricks either saved me or betrayed me, depending on how on one looked at it. But I didn’t care: now I felt real pleasure. My moans grew louder and higher and my body thrust more insistently. It was mostly a delusion, of course. I was masturbating using her lips and my right hand but I imagined myself with my new girl, one who found me sexy and lovable.

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I live in a typical suburban neighborhood, all streets are cul-de-sacs and the houses are all nice and well kept. It is the he perfect place to raise kids, and enjoy your neighbors. Enjoying my new neighbor Katie is an especially wonderful perk of living in this neighborhood. It all started shortly after Katie moved in next door, she had recently divorced, and moved into the neighborhood with her four children to get away and start over again. Our kids immediately became friends, and were often seen outside playing on nice summer days. I met Katie at the annual neighborhood pool party that summer. People bring food, there are activities planned for both adults and children, it is an all day affair. There is always a lot of food, and plenty of booze for the adults, no one has to worry about driving home.

I had been laying in one of the chaise lounges enjoying a beer, and watching some of the ladies in their swim suits, while I pretended to be asleep behind my sunglasses. I felt someone sit down next to me and I turned to look over. It was Katie from next door.

“Hello, I’m Jon, I haven’t had a chance to come over and introduce myself. I am your next door neighbor.”

Katie shook my hand replying, “Katie, I have seen you come and go, our kids are getting along quite well, as if they have been friends for a long time.”

We spent about an hour conversing on all kinds of topics, while the kids played and my wife was with her circle of neighborhood women gossiping.

Katie and I had the same sense of humor, a somewhat twisted view of things, but funny nonetheless. We chatted and flirted easily with each other. Before long though the kids were back and the mood was broken.

“Hard to get a good conversation with children around”, Katie said rolling her eyes.

“I agree, maybe we can continue our chat sometime when we won’t be interrupted.” I replied.

Glancing over to where my wife was with her circle of friends, Katie said smiling, “I doubt if your wife will let you come over and chat with me.”

“That is true; hmmm do you use instant messaging software? I am online late working each night after everyone goes to bed, easier to chat then.”

Katie agreed and we exchanged instant messaging Ids.

The next evening I was working online, my wife and kids having already gone to bed, when I saw Katie sign on. We had the best chat I have ever had on-line, full of laughing, flirting, and just plain silly fun. Looking down I noticed we had been chatting for 3 hours. We both were pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to converse, and agreed to meet again online the next night.

Over the course of the next several weeks we would chat just about every night, and the chatting got more and more sexually charged each time. There were many nights of fantasy filled chatting that lead to some very hot cyber sex, and a couple very intense phone sex chats. We both agreed that halkalı escort we need to have some time together alone, but were not sure how to arrange that what with kids, wife, jobs, etc.

One day my wife told me that she needed to travel to visit her mother who was having some health issues, and she was going to take our kids to visit with their relatives in the town. They would be gone rest of the week and through the weekend. If I could be lucky enough, this would be the weekend Katie’s ex had the kids!

That night I waited to see if Katie would sign on, hoping that this would work out for us.

“Hey there sexy” came the message from Katie.

“Hello baby, I have good news for you, this coming weekend wife and kids will be out of town, I could be all yours!”

“Hmmm, this is like hitting the lottery, guess where the kids will be this coming weekend?”

“Yeah!!!!!!!” is all I replied.

We discussed if we were ready to take the next step and agreed that we were, so plans were made for me to come over that Friday evening after everyone was gone.

The day finally arrived, and I was so nervous and filled with anticipation I could hardly sit still. After kissing the wife and kids goodbye and watching them pull away, I took a shower and pulled on some jeans, no underwear, and tee shirt, slipped into sandals and headed next door.

Entering the back door, which Katie usually kept unlocked for the kids, I made my way into the kitchen, and could see her standing in the living room next to the sofa, talking on the phone to her kids who had left hours earlier with their dad.

Katie was wearing sweat pants, with Nike logo across her round lovely ass, and a white tee shirt. I walked up behind her and touched her back; she jumped, turned, smiled, and gave me a signal that she should be done in one minute. I didn’t want to wait; I pulled her hair off her neck and leaned in to kiss her neck. She tried to wiggle away, but I held her in my arms, kissing her neck and nuzzling her earlobes. I could tell she was trying to maintain her composure as she finished up her conversations. Not stopping I slipped my hands down and under her tee shirt. Sliding them slowly up her belly, they came across her wonderful bra-less tits, my hands ran over them for the first time. They were bigger and felt better then I ever imagined. Katie gave me a half hearted stare trying to get me to stop fondling her as she spoke with her kids, but the seriousness of the look was betrayed by a smile and wink.

I continued feeling her tits, running the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, they were so hard, and I could tell she loved the teasing. I kissed her neck fondled her tits, then took one hand and slide it down her naked back, lower until I felt the waist band of her sweat pants. I slipped my hand inside her sweat pants and ran my hand over her nice round ass, Katie had şişli escort a great body even after four kids, and her ass was one of her best features. I had spent many nights dreaming about getting my hands on it, and here I was standing in her living room rubbing her bare ass.

Hanging up the phone and removing my hands from her shirt and pants, she pushed me back onto the sofa.

“You are a very bad man”, she said with an evil grin on her face, then jumped on top of me on the sofa. We embraced and started kissing, Katie on top of me grinding against my hard cock. My hands were in her hair, pulling her tight against my lips, as we kissed long and passionately, tongues dancing, lips on fire. Breaking she stripped my tee shirt off and I pulled her’s over her head. She laid down, her nice big tits crushed against my chest. My hands on her back, dragging my finger nails up and down her back, making her tingle. She kissed my chest, back up to my mouth. My hands found her naked ass once again, and with both hands I squeezed and fondled it. Katie sunk down to the floor on her knees, between my legs. She looked me in the eyes as she undid my jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down. She smiled at the surprise as my hard cock popped out of my jeans. Looking it over, then running her tongue slowly around my head, my cock twitched, and grew even harder. She worked my jeans off and then slowly kissed her way up my legs, higher and higher. Coming to my cock, she stuck her tongue out and slid it slowly up the underside of my cock. Long slow lick up to the head, I was in heaven. Taking just the head into her mouth, she sucked on it; I could feel her tongue swirling over the slit. Her fingers formed a tight little circle around my cock as she started jacking me up and down. Taking more and more into her mouth, until all my cock was in. She looked at me with those sexy eyes, and swallowed, the suction on my cock almost made me cum right then. Katie sensed that she had me now, and wasn’t about to let up, she sucked my cock, played with my balls, trying to get me cum in record time. I couldn’t hold out long, being with her was what I dreamt about for months, and now it was happening.

“I am going to cum soon”, I said breathing hard.

“Cum for me Jon”, she whispered in her deep sexy voice.

That was it, she took me all the way in and I exploded shot after shot of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, keeping a tight seal on my cock. After I had finished unloading in her mouth, she slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, cleaning up all traces of my cum.

Laying back and catching my breath, Katie reached down and took my hand, pulling me off the sofa, and leading me back to her bedroom. Once there she slid out of her sweat pants and crawled into bed, holding the cover up to crawl in next to her. I slid in next to her and started kissing her lips, sarıyer escort face to face we were laying, snuggling and kissing, Katie’s leg over my hip. I kissed along her neck, her earlobes, back to her lips. Then making my move to please her, I pushed her onto her back and started kissing her chest. Straddling her legs, I leaned in and took one of her tits into my mouth, sliding my mouth over as much as I could stuff into it. I paused, swallowed to create suction, slowly pulled my mouth off her tit, leaving just the nipple between my lips. I tugged her nipple, pulling her tit, then released it and watched her tits jiggle as it fell out of my mouth. My fingers slid down to her pussy and began teasing her as I sucked the other tit into my mouth. Her body squirmed as I ravished her tits and my fingers ran up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit and finding her opening before sliding effortlessly in.

Not wanting to wait to long and possessed by a strong desire to taste her, I slide between her legs, threw her legs over my shoulders, and started licking and sucking her wet pussy. My lips brushed her clit, she jumped, my tongue found her opening and slid in, she moaned. Hands on her ass pulling her onto my tongue, I licked, sucked, nibbled my way up and down and inside her pussy. Her legs squeezed my head tight; I cold tell she was getting close to cumming. She cried out my name and her legs tighten around my neck as she came all over my mouth and tongue. I lapped up the sweet juices, and held the pressure on her pussy and clit until she had had a couple powerful orgasms. Her legs unwrapped from around my neck and Katie lay on the bed drained, breathing hard. I pulled myself up to beside her again and held her tight in my arms.

Many minutes passed with both of us not speaking, just feeling each other breath contently in each other’s arms. My hands were stroking her back, down to cup her ass, back over her hips, and up to fondle her tits, making slow deliberate motions to caress her entire body. This was having a major affect on my cock; it was getting hard between us. Katie put her leg over mine and pulled me close, my cock pushed flat against her pussy. Slowly she started sliding back and forth along my shaft, her slick wet pussy sliding effortlessly along my cock. My hands playing with her ass as she slid along my cock, both of us moaning as we continued. Finally after much stimulation I needed to be inside her, I reached between us and stuffed my hard cock head into her pussy. We paused and look into each other’s eyes as I slowly pushed my cock inside her, and then we were joined. We started fucking slowly; in and out, long slow strokes, which soon turned into fast furious fucking, both of us consumed with lust. Two sweaty lust filled bodies seeking release. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Oh Katie, I am cumming” I cried out as I erupted deep inside her pussy.

“Oh Jon, so am I” she cried as I felt her pussy grip my cock tight. She came with a powerful body shaking orgasm, and then fell into my arms both of us breathing like we had just run a marathon. If this is the start, I may not survive the rest of the weekend I thought as we both drifted off to sleep, still joined.

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He had instructed her to meet him at a coffee shop downtown. She walked in and ordered a pastry, never having been much of one for coffee or tea. It was nice enough in cold weather, but fucked if she was going to drink coffee on a day like this. She stepped outside the café and sat at a rickety metal table, setting her food on a crinkled paper bag as she did so, hungry, but also too nervous to eat. Instead she picked away pieces from her food, throwing one to a curious pigeon that had landed nearby. She crossed her pale legs absentmindedly, chewing on the ends of her braid.

“Excuse me miss.”

Her head whipped around, braid slapping at her neck with the force, eyes wide and heart racing.

Wait, no. That’s not him.

“Excuse me miss, could I have a dollar, or some spare change?”

A homeless man with a heavy beard and ragged clothes had approached her. She smiled in sympathy and shrugged apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I don’t carry cash.”

He staggered on down the road, barely stopping at a street corner.

She breathed.

He said he was coming, why wasn’t he here? He was so precise with the time too, 2:18, and she, wanting to make the best impression and start the day by following orders to the letter, had arrived exactly at 2:18. So where was he?

Time dragged by.

She picked away her entire pastry and fed it to the bird. She was starting to think the bird kept her company out of pity, she decided with a half-hearted chuckle. She went back into the café and bought a muffin and brought it back outside. The pigeon cooed bostancı escort softly and jumped up to her table. She broke off a piece and tossed it over to her meal partner. What a strange day already.

The clock rounded four. She was frustrated and antsy and her imagination was starting to get the best of her. The things he said he would do to her, his orders for her preparation…

Her legs closed tighter as she remembered her dress was thin and could blow up in the light afternoon breeze, revealing that she was-as ordered-wearing nothing underneath.

It didn’t help that she had no idea who she was looking for. An American, lean but muscular, 175 centimeters tall. But she had no idea what he looked or sounded like. He was mostly a mystery.

“Excuse me miss.”

She turned again, jaw clenched. She was angry at having been stood up, and this man had the gall to come again and ask-

A man stood in front of her, hair a bit mussed but otherwise well kept, hand wrapped carefully around a coffee mug, a backpack slung over one shoulder. She noticed details separately. His eyes laughed, sparkling over some unknown joke. His forearms flexed and pushed against his skin as he removed his backpack, tendons straining in his hand. His shirt fit him, but was slightly too small. His smile was mischievous and crooked, and his stance exuded confidence and power.

She caught her breath and met his gaze timidly.

“And what am I going to call you?”

She swallowed. There was no introduction, no formality, no playing fatih escort around. They both knew the purpose of their meeting.

“Nelly.”

“Nelly,” he smiled even more broadly. “Such a fine name for a fine young lady such as yourself. If I’m being honest,” he continued “I’ve been watching you since you got here. I was wondering whether you would leave, but you followed my orders instead. Good girl.”

She glowed with pride, but immediately covered it. Why so proud over a small statement from a stranger? She didn’t even know she could trust him yet. Before she could think further, he pulled something from his backpack. A bracelet. He deftly worked it around her wrist and clicked it shut tight. The metal pushed against her skin, noticeable but not uncomfortable. When she pulled at it, it wouldn’t budge. Nelly looked up and he answered her question before her mouth even opened.

“This means you’re mine until I’m done with you. It won’t come off until you’ve satisfied me enough. At that point, I’ll give you the key and you can decide whether you’d rather be free or a slave. Fair enough?”

Nelly’s mind raced, but she couldn’t grasp the concept fully, it was a lot to process. Instead her mind covered for her, offering up an instinctual response.

“Yes Master.”

He nodded appreciatively.

“Come on little lady, we’ve got things to do.”

As they walked down the street, he grabbed Nelly by the wrist and pulled her into an alley. Her hands jumped to her skirt, expecting a quick fuck, but instead he knelt down bağcılar escort in front of her, grabbing another item from his bag. As he searched, Nelly mused that she would either learn to love or hate that bag. Her nipples hardened, pushing against her bra. He straightened up, his face above hers. From behind his back he revealed a pair of spandex, and pushed it at her. Nelly was confused for a moment, but her knees weakened when she looked inside them and found a thick vibrator carefully sewn into the spandex. She looked up at him, lips slightly parted, eyes already in a haze of lust.

“Put them on,” he rumbled, his voice low but full of laughter. “I know you’re wet enough, I can smell you from here.”

Nelly blushed a bright red but followed his order, slipping on the spandex slowly, the thick fake cock stretching her wide. She finished putting them on, the spandex tight around her perfect ass, holding the vibrator deep inside her. She loved how stuffed she felt, her pussy clenching and twitching around the intruding member. He reached back into his bag and pulled out an elegant white remote, and before she could say a word, he hit the button.

Her entire body felt like it was vibrating, the fake cock inside her hummed and buzzed away. Her knees gave way and her pussy twitched uncontrollably. She wanted to scream but found she had no air, her vision fogging with pleasure. After a few seconds she was ready to cum, but right as she was about to, the buzzing stopped. She lay in the alley, her heaving chest and firm breasts straining against her bra. Her entire body felt electrified and constricted. She wanted to be out of her clothes, but she had to wear them with the spandex. It was maddening.

Nelly looked up, dazed, at the man standing above her, an evil smile spreading across his features.

“Oh are we going to have fun today.”

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On her back on a bed of fallen leaves, under a canopy of trees, their boughs thick with younger leaves and bent with the swollen fruit of a long, hot summer, my wife’s naked body arches. Her breasts thrust upward, as succulent as the green mangoes that hang perilously overhead. Above her, his naked body between her splayed legs, his thickly muscled arms stretched out, the bulging head of his thick, long, dark penis sunk into her flesh, the dark-skinned young man grunts and, flexing his buttocks, drives his hips forward. Beneath him, my wife gasps thickly, her mouth opening wide, her head arching back. Her hands dig into his tough, rounded biceps. Her legs spread wider. Her hips heave eagerly upward. Her feet climb up the backs of his thighs.

They are on the terrace of my neighbour’s outhouse across the road. Half a century ago, my neighbour’s grandfather built this single-storeyed structure as servants’ quarters to his mansion. The outhouse stands tucked away to the northern edge of the large property, barely five feet from the low boundary wall. It’s nothing much: a long rough-finished concrete bunker running east-west, set on a plinth raised three feet off the ground and consisting of a series of rooms, each of which opens out onto a small stoop and a flight of three or four steps leading down to the alley between the quarters and boundary wall. There is a common toilet and bath facility at the far end.

Today, the outhouse is rundown and decrepit, its walls stained black with the soot of the years. The area around the outhouse is untended and overgrown.

There are several people in the outhouse. Most of them are surprisingly young; the women in their mid-twenties, the men a little older, some teenaged guys and girls, a couple of infants. I’d guess the oldest guy there would be in his late thirties. Not one of them works for my neighbour. I believe he is fighting with the occupants, trying to evict them. But that’s how things are here. Once you’ve let somebody in, it’s impossible getting them out.

It’s hardly surprising that he hasn’t maintained it. I don’t think he bothers much any more. It’s cheaper to let them stay on, pay the utility bills and forget about them. I notice he’s planted a hedge that divides the main house from the servants’ quarters now and there are several large trees. It forms a natural barricade. My neighbour has effectively given up this piece of earth. The occupants of the outhouse are squatting on a fortune in real estate.

The structure has a large, rectangular terrace, approached up an iron ladder at the far, eastern, end. From my window, I can see it clearly, just across the narrow road that separates my house from the neighbour’s. There aren’t any tall buildings around, just our properties and the surrounding greenery. My house is set off a little to one side. Like the neighbour’s main bungalow, ours is a two floor structure. We’ve given out the lower floor and use the upper floor ourselves. Being a single-storeyed structure, the neighbour’s outhouse terrace is below the level of my window. I have an unimpeded view across its entirety. The terrace has low, one-foot high side walls on all four sides, making a perfect, shallow, flat space within.

I stand by my window now, my room in darkness, and stare across the road. There’s a sodium-vapour streetlamp on the road. In its pale amber glow, through the barrel of the telescope, I can see their bodies clearly. The man is fucking my wife slowly and heavily and unhurriedly now. I can see them clearly. His white teeth flash in the dull light as he grins down at her. His powerful shoulders knot and bunch together. His taut hips rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Beneath him, her body arches and heaves, her hips rise and falling in unison with his in an erotic dance. Her hands stroke his strong body and deep chest, run down his flanks to his buttocks. Her legs are tighter under his buttocks now.

My pulse is hammering. There is a roaring in my ears. My eyes burn. There’s a hollow pit in my stomach, as if I have been punched hard in the solar plexus.

I have a monstrous erection.

I take several deep breaths, exhaling hard each time, fighting my own reaction. No matter how often I see this, no matter how much I want to see this, it’s always like the first time, it’s always the same.

Yes, I’m a cuckold, and willingly. Yes, other men fuck my wife, regularly and often, and sometimes more than one at the same time. And yes, I watch. Each time, I watch. It is all I can do. It is all I want to do. It’s been like this for years now, and there’s no longer any doubt that she loves this, being fucked by other men, different men, hard, muscular, dark men. And yes, well-hung men. Size matters to her. Not so much for the actual pendik escort sex, she often clarifies, as for the mental and visual stimulation of a big cock.

And she likes sleaze, and she likes it rough, the sleazier and the rougher the better. Being fucked by the servants has a special thrill, a cachet and fillip all its own.

But this! I can hardly believe it. Out there, out in the open, and the guy’s not even one of our regular servants and it’s not even in the privacy of our home. It’s out there, right out there in the open. God, she’s such a slut!

The guy’s moving faster now, thrusting deeper and harder into her. Her body rocks and jerks under his. I can see her swollen breasts jiggling with his thrusts.

It’s not a surprise to me that it’s happening, though, till now, I didn’t believe she would actually go through with it. She’s been setting it up for several weeks. I’ve seen her at it: stealing out of bed late at night, sauntering past the window, opening out her robe to let him have a good look at her breasts; lifting them in offering to him across the road; masturbating openly, flinging her head back and running her tongue sexily over her upper lip; pressing her breasts and writhing against the grillwork of the window; watching him take out his big cock and masturbate right before her eyes. I’ve seen it all, and I’ve done nothing.

Nothing except get ready. I waited till she slipped out of bed and out of the bedroom, heard her let herself out softly and immediately knelt on the bed at the window. They came up to the terrace as I suspected they would — I’d only feared that they would go do it inside, in one of the rooms in the outhouse. I’m solidly in luck.

They’re moving faster and I see her pull his head down to hers and I see them kiss, a long, lover’s kiss with lots of tongue. He straightens again and now his torso is upright. He holds her ankles and pulls her legs up and wide. He is on his knees, his thighs spread wide, his buttocks on his heels.

He swings his hips viciously back and forth. Through the lens, I can see his huge dark cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her body jerks on the terrace floor, her breasts jiggling and bouncing heavily with his thrusts. She lifts and squeezes them, arches steeply. Her mouth is torn open.

A while ago, I saw them come up, her and this young man. I guessed he was probably in his late twenties. They emerged from the shadows at the far end of the terrace, hand-in-hand. She was leading him, and she drew him to the front edge of the terrace, almost as if she wanted me to see her with him. She wore a loose cotton skirt, swirling down around her calves and a thin white cotton shirt. The shirt was almost completely transparent. It was unbuttoned, and its ends were knotted on her belly high under her breasts which strained at the cloth. The guy was bare-chested, clad only in a pair of baggy slacks. His body was superb: dark and muscular, the chest deeply cleaved, the belly hard and flat and nicely cobbled. I saw the power in his shoulders and arms.

When they were in the front half of the terrace — where I could see them clearly — she turned and he drew her closer and I watched them kiss, his hands on her hips, then her buttocks, her hands sliding sexily up his hard chest, fondling his head and face. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He slid his hands up her naked midriff and opened out the knot of her shirt, pulled it down her slender shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were already heavy and swollen. Through the ‘scope, I saw the hardness of her nipples. He squeezed her breasts. I saw the flash of his white teeth as he grinned at her. She tilted her face back languorously. Her lips moved in a soft murmur. His grin widened. Her hand slid down to his crotch. He moved his hands to her buttocks, drew her skirt up her thighs, right up to her hips. She didn’t have any panties on either. His big, dark hands roamed the curves of her buttocks. I saw him strike them, sharply, saw her mouth open in a gasp, saw her body quiver at his blow. He struck her again.

She sank downwards, kissing his torso, licking his dark nipples, slowly descending to her knees before the man. I watched her open the clasp, pull down the zipper fly and peel the trousers open. He wasn’t wearing undershorts either. His cock sprang out. I groaned at sight of it. It was a huge dark hose. Still limp, its six-inch plus length curved over his heavy balls. Not yet erect, it was bigger than mine in full tumescence.

There was no doubt that she loved it, was intensely turned on by it. I could see them clearly, in profile to me. She ran her fingers lovingly down the thick shaft, caressing it, kissing the shaft and cock-head, pumping it deftly. The light glinted off her gold wedding band. She slipped back the foreskin and the huge bulging cock-head was at her lips. His cock began to lengthen and thicken. Her lips parted and her tongue swept out and kağıthane escort around the cock-head. The man gasped, his head slowly arching in pleasure, his mouth open, raising his face to the dark sky above.

Kneeling at his feet, one hand on his strong thigh, the other curled around the thick enormity of his cock, jerking it back and forth, my wife opened her mouth wider and drew his cock into it. She began sucking the young man’s huge cock, rocking her head back and forth in front of him, hollows in her cheeks as she sucked harder. His hand fell to her head, gently caressing her face, her lips, feeling his cock go in and out of her mouth. He stood with the other hand on his hip, moving his hips gently back and forth, fucking her face. Her fingers curled again around the base of his shaft, then pumped the cock eagerly. Her mouth opened and her tongue worked the cock-head and shaft eagerly. I saw her drop her head under it, running her tongue and teeth down the cock-shaft, caressing her face with it, going down lower to lick and suck his balls. Her head rose again, and I saw her take his cock deep in her mouth once more. Her hands moved down to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in unfaked arousal. The man’s head was bent, watching her, his hands on her head now, moving it to and fro to suit his pleasure as he fucked her face.

She sucked his cock like some porn queen, her cheeks distending as it went in, her mouth opening wide to receive him. I couldn’t understand how he could stand it for so long and not explode. He was more man than I, that much was evident.

Finally he stopped her and they slid to the floor, kissing deeply and wantonly, with wide open mouths and lots of tongue-play. I saw her eagerly sucking his tongue into her mouth while her hand jerked his cock; saw his tongue at her ear, his lips at her throat, then on her breasts, saw him squeeze and suck and nibble them, saw her arch her back and open her mouth in a love call I knew only too well, though I couldn’t hear it.

The man moved over her, pulled her knees open, moved between them, bent over her on his forearms and knees, her swollen breasts flattening under his deep chest. His buttocks flexed and his hips sank downward and I saw her back bow under his body, her head slowly tilting back, her mouth feverishly questing his. Her legs rose and wound around his thighs, under his buttocks. Her hands roamed his back lovingly. His buttocks rose and fell, flexed and unflexed. Beneath him, her body rocked and jerked with his thrusts, her hips rising and falling in unison with his. I watched her kiss him again, holding his head in her hands and wantonly sucking his tongue into her mouth. He broke, and rose, bending his head to her breasts, sucking on them, whipping the nipples with his tongue. Her chin dropped and her face turned slightly to one side, facing me and I saw her slow, wanton smile, the radiance of lust on her face, saw her caress his head tenderly on her breasts.

He’s on his knees now, holding her legs up high and wide, his powerful shoulders knotting, his face tight with tension. His hips slide rapidly back and forth, his cock cleaving deep into her split wide open cunt. She is pinned to the floor of the terrace and I see her head flipping from side to side, her features contorted with lust, her teeth bared, her hands on her bouncing breasts. I can lip-read her love-calls: fuck me! Fuck me harder! Chodh mujhe!

The man stops and pulls out of her and rolls her over onto her front, slapping her buttocks. On her hands and knees, she awaits him, a bitch in deep rut. Her gold necklace hangs free of her skin, swaying slightly. He positions himself behind her. She takes her weight on one arm, and lifts the other hand to a pendulous breast, squeezing it eagerly. The man pries her buttocks open, his thumbs in the crease between her buttocks, his big fingers on her butt-cheeks. Holding her firmly, he slowly flexes his buttocks and slides his hips forward, arching his head back, his mouth open in a gasp. Beneath him, she bites her lower lip and lifts her head, too, her eyes fluttering shut. I see her mouthing more obscenities.

The man begins to fuck her unhurriedly, holding her hips and moving her body back and forth before him, swinging his hips to and fro. Through the ‘scope, I see his huge cock appearing and disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Her breasts bounce and jiggle heavily with their motions. Her gold necklace swings to and fro. He moves faster and then bends forward over her back, cupping her breasts in his hand. She turns her face over a slender shoulder and he kisses her, another lascivious, wanton kiss.

He straightens and begins fucking her harder and deeper and faster, jerking her body heavily back and forth, whipping his hips to and fro. Her head arches, her mouth snaps open. He swings a leg forward astride her hip. She sinks to her forearms maltepe escort on the floor, her head bowing, her shoulders squeezing together. He pauses slightly and moves the other leg forward so that he is now straddling her hips in a low squat. His hands pressed to her back, he begins fucking her furiously, with demonic thrusts, ramming his cock down deep into her again and again. Her hands are clenched together under her face, her forearms angled towards each other. Her head hangs in wanton surrender. I see her orgasm hitting her, see her head rising slowly, her mouth opening in a soundless cry. Her body sinks lower still, her face turned to one side on the leaf-litter, her shoulders pressed to the ground, her trembling hips thrust up high.

The man continues fucking her, but slowly now. He slows, and slows and then pulls out of her and lurches to his feet. Moaning, she turns, sitting on the ground, her arms stretched out behind her, her face turned up. The man stands over her, behind her head, pushes his cock into her mouth. He groans, his head flung back, his cock going in and out of her mouth. She reaches up to jerk it. I see her sucking it eagerly, jerking it, working it feverishly with her tongue.

He cums explosively, into her wide open mouth, flooding it, spattering her face and breasts with his seed. I watch, transfixed, horrified, aroused, as she jerks his cock for more, swallows his cum, lasciviously laps the last few drops off his cock-head and takes his cock gently into her mouth again. The man steps back. She smiles up at him. I see her thanking him. He drops to his knees behind her, puts his arms around her. She leans against his chest. He runs his fingers through the cum on her breasts, feeds it to her mouth. She sucks it lovingly. He cups her breasts. They kiss again.

A few minutes later, she slips into her shirt, pulls on her skirt. The man pulls on his trousers. They kiss again and, hand in hand, walk into the darkness at the back of the terrace.

II

“Oh god yes, oh god yes!” I gasp, my eyes fluttering open.

Above me, rocking eagerly up and down on my cock, my wife moans. Her heavy breasts bounce and jiggle. I watch, aroused beyond belief, as she lifts one heavy breast and bends her head, licking her own nipple, first one, then the other. It’s an incredible sexy action. She holds her breasts and bounces up and down on my cock. Her cunt squeezes, lets go, squeezes.

“Ohhh god yes!” she moans. “Fuck me! Fuck me baby, fuck me!”

God, she looks so lovely, her gold necklace tossing on her skin, her face glowing with lust. I hold her hips and buck my own eagerly up and down beneath her. The fire in my groin is unbearable, intensified only by the images that have flooded my head.

But it was just a dream. Oh thank god, it was just a dream. She’s been here with me all the time, I’ve just been dreaming all that. God, I want her so much. I heave up harder and faster. She cries out, loudly now and leans forward and her hands tighten on the bars of the window grill. Her hips rise and fall over mine. Her breasts look luscious, gorgeous, heaving and bouncing sexily above my face. I crane my neck and suck on her stiff nipples, squeezing the mounds together, taking both nipples into my mouth at once. She moans.

I hear the whistle. Quite distinctly, a two-note call, a long note, then a shorter one. It’s repeated. I know she hears it too. She moans again, and, looking up, I see her eyes are open wide. Looking out. Her tongue runs sexily over her upper lip. She leans further forward to the window, lifting and squeezing her breasts eagerly. The whistle again.

No. Oh god no. It can’t be … no, it can’t be … it was a dream … but … it’s impossible! I can smell him on her! I swear I can. The woodsy, muskiness of him, his sweat, his cum. No! It can’t be! And there, between her breasts, is that the stickiness of his cum still?

I heave her off me and roll her over onto her front, facing the window. She grips the bars of the window, her elbows on the window sill. I kneel behind her and run my cock into her, hard. She cries out, her head lifting. I begin fucking her, hammering my hips wildly back and forth. She cries out again, jerking and rocking under me, her cunt tight on my cock.

My eyes snap to the window. And then, across the road, in the pale amber glow of the streetlamp, I see him. The man from my dream. Watching us from the terrace. He steps forward into puddle of light. He is bare-chested, wearing only baggy slacks. I see his teeth flash in the darkness. He knows he has my attention now. Slowly, he unzips his trousers, draws out his cock. It is exactly as I saw in my dream. He strokes his cock lovingly with one hand, the other arm across his hard-muscled torso. He pumps his hips back and forth towards my wife’s face. I lip-read him saying her name. He raises his free arm, his hand in a closed fist, turned down, and makes the universal pumping gesture for a fuck. Oh god, no!

My eyes open. The room is dark, the curtains drawn. The windows are shut. Beneath me, on all fours, my wife groans. I lean forward, relief and joy flooding my head, and bend over her, nuzzling the nape of her neck lovingly. She doesn’t turn her head. I slide my hands under her body to her heavy breasts.

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Working the late shift is never fun, particularly in a small town. I work the dispatch graveyard shift at the local sheriff’s department. It usually doesn’t bother me but tonight had been an especially slow night. As I left the department, I stretched, raising my arms up above my head. It was around 4:00 in the morning, no one in sight. As I walked to my car, I noticed Billy, one of the sheriff officers sitting in his patrol car off to the side of the lot. He had his head back and his eyes closed. I thought maybe he was taking a nap. He’d worked a long shift and I knew he wasn’t getting a lot of sleep at home. Him and his wife had just had a new baby. I started for my car but decided I should probably be the nice person and go wake him up.

Swinging my purse up over my shoulder, I wandered over to his car. As I got closer, I noticed the car shaking a little, not too much since I hadn’t noticed it from far away. Just as I got close enough to yell out to him to wake up, I looked into the car. Billy wasn’t sleeping. He was jacking off.

I stood there, looking into the window of the patrol car. Billy’s fly was open, his cock out and rigid in his hand. I watched as his hand moved up, his fingers moving over the head of his cock, and then back down again. I’ve always thought Billy filled out a uniform real good but I had no idea what he packed down in those pants. Billy’s about 6’3”, hefty, like a weightlifter. His cock matched that description. Long and thick. I watched Billy’s had stroke his cock, pulling hard on the tip. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was getting rapid. I couldn’t believe he was doing this in the parking lot outside of the station. His fingers splayed out over his head, pushing down. His fingers locked around his shaft, squeezing and rocking up and down. I couldn’t resist. I had to do something.

Stepping closer to the car, I tapped on the window gently. Billy jumped, his hand covering his groin. He looked at me, his face turning every shade of red you could think of. I told him to open the door. He slowly unlocked the door and opened it. Pushing the halkalı escort door open as wide as it would go, I leaned over. I didn’t say a word to Billy. I simply leaned down, moved his hands out of the way and wrapped my own hand around his cock. He groaned and took a deep breath. His cock was hard, solid in my hand. I was surprised at how soft his skin felt. And how hot. His cock radiated heat as my hand moved up and down in his lap. Billy moaned and pushed upwards, pushing into my clenched fist. A drop of precum moistened the tip of his cock. Dipping my head down, I closed my lips around his head and sucked gently.

Billy moaned, his hand grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his fingers. He tasted salty and warm. Squeezing my lips tight around him, I slowly pushed my mouth down his length. As the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, I sucked in, pulling my mouth tight around him. Billy moaned out something unintelligible and then grunted. I sucked him hard, my hand wrapping around his balls, squeezing firmly as my mouth moved up and down. Finally, Billy thrust his cock upwards, his warm cum filling my mouth. I sucked, swallowing every last drop as his cock spurted over and over again into my waiting mouth. Licking around the head of his cock, I kissed the tip and then looked up at Billy.

“Fucking christ! That was some fucking amazing blowjob.”

I stood, smiled and told him I couldn’t help myself. His cock was so juicy.

“I bet that’s not all that’s juicy.”

As Billy said this, his hand slipped up underneath my skirt. He turned so he was sitting with his legs out of the car. As his fingers moved up my thigh, I braced my hands on the roof of the car. Billy’s hands drew my skirt up, exposing my panties. I was so wet, the front of my white panties were nearly dripping.

“You like getting your pussy licked, baby? Cause I’m gonna drill your hole with my tongue till you cum all over my face.”

My breathing was already rapid and now it was getting down right difficult to breathe. Billy pulled nişantaşı escort my panties down around my ankles. I lifted one foot up, slipping them completely off. Billy grabbed my foot and rested it up on the seat of the car. My pussy was wide open and in his face. I looked down and watched as Billy moved in and kissed the patch of fur just above my slit. His tongue moved down and when it touched my wet lips, I moaned.

“Mmmm you taste good and sweet, baby. I’m gonna like eating you.”

Using two of his fingers, Billy opened my pussy lips and dove his tongue deep inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Billy’s tongue moved up and down, licking my slit and flicking across my clit. As his tongue moved inside me, his fingers gently stroked my open lips. Moaning, I pushed my pussy into his face, begging him to eat my cunt. His tongue slid from the tip of my pussy all the way to the bottom. Billy moved his hands, sliding them around and cupping my ass. His face was buried in my pussy. His mouth closed over my lips and sucked them, pulling hard with his teeth. His fingers massaged my ass. I moaned louder as his finger skimmed over my asshole and his tongue teased my clit.

Up and down, his tongue moved over my pussy, licking me, drilling me. I was moaning, begging him to make me cum on his tongue. His fingers slipped inside my pussy as his tongue dove inside me. I felt my orgasm rolling from the pit of my stomach. I moaned and pushed down. Billy’s mouth closed over my pussy and he sucked, drinking down my juices.

Slipping his face away from my pussy, he licked his wet lips. He pushed a finger up inside me, ramming it faster and faster, and then slowly down.

“Turn around, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

I turned and Billy pushed my skirt up around my waist. His tongue licked my ass, making small circles. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and licked me, nearly making me cum again. Pulling me down, he slowly impaled me on his cock. I leaned forward, getting a better angle, as his cock moved şişli escort up inside me, parting me.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, baby…. oh yea… that’s it. Take my fucking cock, baby.”

Billy grabbed my hips and slowly moved me up and down on his steel cock. He was so thick, he was stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched. I’d always heard this position referred to as reverse cowgirl. Well, if this was what it felt like, I was hooked. Up and down, Billy moved me on his cock, filling me full and then nearly pulling all the way out. I was moaning, tossing my head back and forth, begging him to fuck me harder. Billy reached around and pulled on my breasts, squeezing them through my sweater. I moaned louder. The car was rocking back and forth, squeaking from the motion. Billy thrust up harder and harder each time. His hands moved down and his fingers played with my clit as his cock fucked me faster and faster.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Ohhh fucckk me harderrr!”

I was practically screaming as my orgasm shook me. My pussy tightened around Billy and he pushed up with his cock as his finger pushed down on my clit. He moaned and I felt his cock explode inside me. Pulling off of him, I turned and dropped down, taking his spewing cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard and fast, pulling every last drop. Billy was moaning, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. As his cock began to shrink, I licked my lips and stood up again. Billy was panting.

“Fuck! You’re fucking amazing. I haven’t had sex in nearly three months and I needed that.”

Billy’s fingers were stroking my wet, sensitive pussy. He fingers were gentle as he massaged my lips. I moaned and pushed down on his hands.

“You want more, baby? Damn! I’m gonna have to fuck you again real soon. But I gotta get home now. Meet me out here tomorrow night, same time, and I’ll fuck that tight pussy and your tight little ass. You want that baby?”

His finger was pushing up inside me and I moaned. Another small orgasm rushed over me. I told him I’d meet him tomorrow night and I’d be thinking about him all day.

I know it’s not right to fuck a married man, but then how can you pass by a cock like that? I’ll worry about that later. For now, I’m getting wet just thinking about fucking Billy again. Maybe I’ll get him to bring a friend some night. Maybe working the night shift isn’t so bad, especially when you get can off.

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You call me before you leave to pick me up. A few minutes later, there is a ring at the door. I grab my robe and answer. You walk in asking if I’m ready. I have other things on my mind besides food. I notice you are dressed casual, wearing a fine button down shirt with a pair of dress pants. You head for the couch, but before you can get around me, I grab you by the collar and pull you in for a kiss. As we kiss, I unconsciously start unbuttoning your shirt. I peel the shirt from your body and toss it on the couch. I start to kiss my way down your chest, slowly while undoing the belt that is keeping me from my prize. I see that you are very happy to see me, by the bulge wantonly waiting to be let out of it’s bondage.

I teasingly rub you through your pants knowing you want me to release you. I slowly unbutton your pants and take them off you. I stand up and take off my robe to reveal that I was nowhere near getting ready, but I was ready for something else. I have the house to myself the rest of the night, so I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom. I am adept to the dark, so you can only wonder what I have planned for you. I know you are not into bondage or pain, so I decide to give you a full body massage along with some oral attention. I start with your shoulders and work my way down. Before I can even get to your feet, I see that your cock is standing at attention. Do I tease you or give in to my own needs? I start to kiss the tip, licking to get the drops of moisture istanbul escort that have been forming. Slowly I take the length as far as I can, slowly in and out until I can sense the pleasure you are feeling. This time, I want to taste what you have to offer.

You continue to suck my hard, thick rod. I moan out your name and tell you to fuck that thing with your mouth. That I want to cum deep down inside of your throat. You feel me tense up and you then feel the first splash of my hot cum against the back of your throat. You swallow just like a good little woman and I moan loudly as I spill my seed down your throat. It starts to leak out the corners of your mouth and I then just look down and smile at you. You smile back. Sensing that you have tired me, you move away to let me breath. We sit next to one another, I have this stupid grin on my face and you just smile back at me. While sitting there I reach over and begin to play with your ever-hardening nipples. You seem to like it, so I keep it up. After I recover from my earlier pleasure, I lean over and take your red hot, hard nipple into my mouth and begin to suck on it. My hand is still playing with your other nipple. After a few minutes of doing this, my hand goes from your sensitive nipples and I begin to play with your red hot, sensitive clit. So now I am sucking on your hard nipples and playing with your sensitive love trigger. You begin to moan as I bring you closer avcılar escort and closer to sexual release.

All of a sudden I stop everything and just smile at you with an evil smile on my face. You look at me shocked, disappointed and almost angry. I then lay you down on the bed and spread your legs real wide. I smile back up at you as I begin to kiss my way up your inner thigh. I reach your honey pot and I open your puffed pussy lips and then grab a hold of your hard and sensitive love trigger into my mouth. You moan instantly and buck slightly at the great sensation that you receive. I then begin to lick and suck on your sensitive clit. I lick it up and down, left and right, I take it into my mouth and suck on it, I bite down on it lightly and all of this is just driving you nuts. You are moaning very loud now, calling out my name, telling me to make you cum all over my face. You reach down and begin to pinch and pull on your sensitive nipples. I take three of my long, thick, strong fingers and push them deep into your dripping wet cunt. I begin to pound your pussy with my fingers as my tongue continues to play with your sensitive clit and all along you are still playing with your sensitive nipples. All of a sudden you scream out YES!! YES!!! and you tense up and your dripping pussy releases it’s love all over my fingers and face. You scream out with release and boy do you ever release. All over your bed, a puddle is forming on it; it is soaked. You şirinevler escort finally come down from your high and collapse on the sofa. You have this grin of pure happiness on your face. We both drift off into sweet slumber with me using your stomach as a pillow.

As you slumber, I wonder what you are dreaming. I fall asleep dreaming of the next encounter, wondering if it will be just as great. By morning, I wake wet and hungry for you to ravish me with your strong arms and big cock. I gently reach over and start rubbing your cock trying to wake you from your deep sleep. You look at me with fuzzy eyes wondering what is going on. Once you realized what is going on, you reach out and brush the hair from my face and gently kiss me. I slowly kiss my way down your chest, stopping right before the base of your cock. I tease you slowly by kissing the tip and placing my mouth around it, but not touching it. As I look up, there is this look on your face like your saying “Stop teasing me.” I wrap my lips around your cock and start sucking in every inch of your cock.

Listening to you moan in delight. Waiting to feel you inside me. I get you nice and hard; I demand that you take me now! I get on all fours, wanting you to take me from behind. I love it when you take me this way. I can feel every inch pulsating in my pussy. I reach below and rub your balls between my fingers, moaning in pleasure. I place a pillow in my mouth so as not to wake the neighbors, but you take it away. “I want to hear you!” you say. “Oh yes, I like that.” I reply. Screaming in ecstasy, “Fuck me harder!” You starting quickening up the pace. I can feel you tensing and moaning out as you release your cum deep inside my pussy. I love it when you cum inside me. Afterwards, we collapse into each other’s arms and fall back to sleep.

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I had always wondered what was in the unused wing of the Auxiliary Gym. The building was mostly in a state of being condemned anyway, so it wasn’t exactly exploratory material. However, when it was just the two of us there was hardly any reason not to explore. The dilapidated building smelled of old sweat, sweetened by the smell of dust, and victories long forgotten. The dark stairs squeaked as though trying to alert all in the building that someone was upon them. In the old locker room, some of the flooring was starting to sink from time, and the lockers were abused with dents from losses vented.

The little room off the side of the locker room seemed to step a bit out of time. The bright orange massage table seemed to glow a welcome. It called to me. A ray of light shed down on it from a dusty, cobweb-crossed window. I could hear the dancers laughing and talking as they warmed up, above us. We had finished our use of the gym, you and I. No one had showed up for the lesson so I had received a private one. The lesson time was over now, however. You were no longer my coach; it was past 8. We were equal again, standing there in that sport therapy room, listening to feet pound around aimlessly up stairs.

Oh, that table called to me. A fantasy began to spin in my mind, unbidden. The adrenaline already awakening my system from the swordplay, and the smell of you behind me triggered the strangest things. In a flash of a moment, that room ensnared me and I could see a nurse rubbing the tension out of a strong young man’s back, and I knew she was wishing dearly she could fuck him. I knew how she felt; I wanted to fuck him too. Once again the room was empty. I almost told you what I saw, but I didn’t want to spoil the fantasy. I wanted to keep it.

I felt you pause too. I felt you see the potential that the ugly orange table had. I wondered what you saw. I wondered for a moment if the table would be at a good height for fellatio. I felt my lips burn at the thought, and licked them to cool the heat. I looked into your eyes. I wasn’t the only one with thoughts of passion roaring in my mind. Things not supposed to be done turned you on. Some how that table was calling to us, and it is always rude to ignore voices.

I hooked my arms around your neck and kissed you. I knew where to press my body, so that you would know my thought. I had to stand on my toes for a second before you realized what I was doing and held me hard enough to support my balance. I teased the tongue out of your mouth to suck on it, and breathed in drying sweat, cotton shirts and a bit of shampoo. The breath smelled warm, and friendly like moist sugar cookies, fresh out of the oven. I wasn’t hungry for baked goods though.

I let your tongue sarıyer escort slip from my lips, and I gave you a longing look, and your fantastic blue eyes accepted my offer. If the rest of you didn’t at that point was insignificant. Your eyes welcomed my invitation. I kissed you again, and I ran my hands up the back of your shirt. You were welcomingly warm, and skin was just damp enough to be soft instead of wet. I could feel every muscle in your back tense up and relax. Some part of you was still struggling to handle the fact that there were people up stairs and that should they come down stairs, things might get really exciting. By the time I was nibbling your ear, I think you had forgotten about them, or perhaps were excited that yes, we may get caught.

I slipped my hands just below the rim of your workout pants, along the small of your back. You have a fantastic ass, rounded enough to be there, small enough to compliment your thin frame and soft as two ripe peaches. I ran my figures along the hips of your slacks, over the hard bone of your hips, the soft patch below your belly. I felt you breathe in suddenly, and twitch at the ticklish spot.

I paused, to tickle your collar bone with my tongue throughthe stretched neck of your shirt, and run a hand threw your soft head of hair. I knew when I reached to grab your member it would be waiting for me, trying to find it’s own way out of the elastic waist band. I slid my hand done the front ignoring the swollen extension and fondled the flesh pouch below. It was a marvel to me that sometimes men protected these so preciously and others willing gave them away.

You rested your hand just below a breast, rubbing the bottom side as if you were sneaking up on my nipples. They knew very well that you were approaching and perked up to greet you. I knew you were trying to distract me, making me whimper and whine. And I felt a first surge of wetness. I encircled the base of your member with my fingers and pulled up, I brushed the tip slightly and with one finger and pushed back down slowly. You responded by reaching up flipping my sports bra up over my breasts, and they jiggled a bit, unbound, and the open air rounded them. You bent down enough to push one of the nipples between your lips, and grasped the other. They tingled with a warm sort of chill.

You stopped for a moment, and returned to my lips. As you did so, I backed you into the massage table. I’m not sure you even recognized that we had moved. Your lips gathered my other breast into themselves, and pulled and teased. I could hardly feel the flick of your tongue yet recognized that you were doing something that I wanted more of. I felt a hand esenyurt escort slide down my side, over my hip and enter the top of my vaginal lips. I jumped when you applied pressure to my clit.

I continued to massage your member, slowly. The skin was incredibly smooth, and the tip leaked a little. I rubbed the moisture into the head and with my hand pulled your running pants down far enough that I could see your swollenness. It was really very nice to look at, and very encouraging. I ran my other hand down one of your loins as far as I could reach, and applied more pressure back up. I massaged your ass for a moment and held on to your balls, to feel them swelling, and the sweat gathering in your pubic hair.

You rubbed hard and fast on my clitoris, and then slowed to tickle it lightly. The heat was building up fast. I squeezed my legs together to keep them from shaking, knowing full well that wouldn’t stop you. My body was demanding a man, and I wasn’t ready to reward it yet. I gestured for you to get up on the table. You did so, but before you good lay back, I pulled your member to my lips. I kissed the underside just below the tip, and flicked my tongue just over the top.

Then I nuzzled between your legs, running my tongue along highest point of your loins, and below your balls. You smelled a salty sweet and pulled half of your sack in my mouth, and touched you lightly with my tongue. After a minute, I moved to the other half. Then I ran my tongue up your full length. I heard a gasp, and watched your roll eyes back into your head for a moment. I liked that. I sucked on your head, applying pressure with my tongue, running one hand over your sack and the other around the base of your member, moving up and down. When I thought you were distracted enough I pulled in as much as I could take.

You groaned a little. I was thoroughly soaked and eager, and I could feel my pulse in my entire body. I slowly moved up and down, you got a look of pure demand on your face. A look that said you were completely and totally vulnerable, and even more distracted. I deep throated you, and tried to lick all I could. You quivered and I felt a sudden pulsing my lip. I drank you in, like rich bittersweet milk. You tried to pull away, but I wanted all of it, and it’s last sweetness.

I climbed up behind you on the table and you turned to face me. Up stairs I could hear the dancers going threw their routine for the informal recital. It was a fast past modern piece, with some irish step dancing incorperated into it. The rythum was exciting. My pulse matched the rhythum. You kissed my swollen lips and held a breast again cupping it, and pinching the nipple.

My feet dangled off the edge on avrupa yakası escort either side of the table and you eased me back gently with a kiss and a hand. I wanted everything you were right then, but I was teased, and forced to wait longer yet. One of your hands ran down my belly again, and felt for my wetness. I watched your expression carefully, and delighted in the slight surprised glance, that vanished as soon as you see me watching you with a little grin. You pressed your thumb against my clit, and I jerked visibly.

The gravity that kept my legs dangling of the sides, forced my legs not to clinch together. It was subtle torture. You pushed two fingers inside of me and rubbed the upper inside. I heard myself moaning, but I barely recognized it as myself. My stomach muscles tried to clinch up. Noting my eagerness, you pushed harder, and moved faster. I knew my noises were arousing you; not being able to reach your member from where I lay was torture.

When you finally pushed your member into my pulsing vaginal slit at my climax, I could not hold back any longer. My body shuddered with relief, as I came for the first time. I felt complete again and yet not without a driving desire to force my hips into you harder. I wanted more.

You pulled out and thrust in again. Sensitive and wet, every movement was enlarged. I started whimpering, something under my skin sizzled in different locations. You supported your weight on your hands and shifted forward to dig deeper. My eyes teared with excitement. My entire body burned, and the only word I could think of was more. You thrust in many times, but to me each movement was it’s own and separate.

I had no conseption of how many there had been or how much there was to come. I began to want to feel your warm liquid inside me. You moved your arms long enough for me to slide my legs up over your shoulders, and thrust my own pelvis into yours. The seal between our two bodies tightened, and I felt you deeper then I had before. I could feel more of your length then I could before. All I could hear was our breathing and the pound of the dancers footsteps up stairs, match our breathes and our strokes.

I fingered myself with you deep inside of me in order to increase my own tightness around you. You watched until your eyes closed with pleasure. I was crying out nonsense soon, and your jaw dropped as you panted. Three thrusts later, you burst open and I felt your member twitch and the rest of your body collapsed on me. I relaxed entirely, as I finished with you. I closed my eyes for a moment and just breathed. Time didn’t really matter for a few minutes.

Upstairs someone had stopped the music. Somewhere a thought broke threw the surface of my pure contentment. We probably should move. When I opened my eyes, you were still resting on my breasts, with a little grin of contentment on your silent face. I ran a hand through your beautiful hair, and you kissed my hand gently. I could hear the dancers moving down the creeking stairs, and the thought occurred that maybe we should get moving too.

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When I think about you I get really horny. When I lie in bed naked, I think about you. When I lie in bed naked, and think about you, there’s only one thing to do!

I bring my left hand up to my mouth, and lick and suck my fingers. I get them really wet and start teasing my nipple, just as I can imagine you would. I know you’d use your fingers, but also your tongue, and I’d love it.

My right hand is tracing lines up and down my cock, teasing my balls, the shaft, the head, the slit. My eyes are closed and my head is back, gently moving side to side in ecstasy. My fingers find their way around my shaft. I give it a nice firm squeeze. Slowly my hand works its way up and down, head to balls and back. With my hand wrapped around, I give halkalı escort it a little twisting motion, pausing at the head.

My left hand is pinching, squeezing and lightly rubbing my nipples. Slowly, it makes its way down to my erection. While my right hand is working up and down, my left hand goes right to the tip and waits for some precum to arrive. It won’t be long.

I begin moving my right hand faster. More purposeful now. My cock is at it’s peak hardness, my balls are contracting a little. Some precum is forming on the tip. Gently, as if it were liquid gold, I take it from the tip with my left hand, and bring my hand to my mouth. I moan as I reach taksim escort out with my tongue and taste the nectar.

My right hand is going at a nice pace. Not so fast that I will cum quickly, but fast enough. After I lick all the precum from my fingers, I wet my left index and middle fingers liberally. My hand goes right between my legs and starts teasing my asshole. Finally, a finger tip slips in, I groan with delight. I slip the finger tip in and out a few times, just to swim in the feeling.

I get “brave” and go beyond just my finger tip. I go to the first knuckle and slide in and out a few short strokes. Then, almost on a “dare” I go to the second knuckle. OOOoooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, I never knew şişli escort it would feel like this!

I’m on my back, legs in the air, eyes closed, mouth open, right hand stroking my cock, left hand middle finger in my ass. (Nice picture, huh?) The sensations from my ass play has brought me to the edge, and I’m not going back! My right hand strokes furiously, bringing things to a boil.

I start to convulse a little, breathing is VERY erratic, climax is upon us. As I continue fucking myself with my finger and stroking my cock with my hand the cum begins to fly! First load is deposited on my chest. Second goes a little further. I lift my head and open my eyes to witness the spectacle. As the third shot leaves my tip I silently ask for it, and open my mouth. Miracle! My shot of cum lands in my mouth. I feel so dirty, but so damned excited! I swirl the load around my mouth to savor it. Then I swallow. The other loads land on my chest.

Thinking only of you, I scoop up every drop of my own juice and suck it off my finger. Wishing I had you with me to share this with.

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During spring break of Julia’s first semester, she and Steven flew to Hawaii to spend a week on the beaches of Oahu. Their last night on island they got all dressed up for dinner. Julia wore a black and gold strapless dress that stopped just midway between her hips and her knees. She had bought a new pair of black stiletto heels that had straps that wrapped around her calf. Steven was wearing a tux he rented just for this dinner. It was bright white with a black and gold vest to match Julia’s dress.

Steven and Julia went downstairs and stepped into an awaiting limousine they rented just for the two of them. The driver tells them it will take about fifteen to twenty minutes to get to the restaurant and then he put up the privacy window.

Julia smiled and whispered “Thank you for this wonderful week Honey.” And then they kissed. Steven cupped her face and she placed her hand on his chest.

When they broke their kiss he said “You’re welcomed my baby girl. Anything for my favorite student.”

Julia blushed and moved her hand down his coat all the way to the bulge in his pants that she has gotten very familiar with over the past year. “I want to thank you properly Steve bakırköy escort and fifteen minutes should be just enough time to do so.” She said.

She then went to her knees in front of Steven and proceeded to unzip and unsnap his pants. Steven, who was not going to object to her method of thanking him, undid the buttons on his coat to allow him to better watch her movements.

Julia reached inside his pants and parted the fly hole in his boxer briefs to attain her best friend in the world, Pepe. Pepe was in his semi solid state when she removed him from his confines but hardened rapidly in her hand.

With cock in hand Julia did not waste time and applied gentle sucking kisses which engulfed Pepe’s entire head until he was at full mast. Then she pulled his pants completely off and then stood up. Steve with a skeptical look wondered how he was going to get head while she was standing.

“No head baby, I am too horny to not be satisfied before dinner.” Julia told him. She then hiked up her dress a little bit to expose to Steve that she was not wearing any underwear and to reveal her new trim. It was a rectangle centered over her pussy.

After beşiktaş escort showing off her knew hair do she straddled him and placed Pepe into his rightful home. Julia sat all the way down until he filled her inner sanctum. Steven placed his hands on her breasts on top of her dress when she slapped them away. “No touching, you’ll mess up the dress. She reached behind her and undid her zipper just enough so her braless covered breasts spilled out.

“There you go baby. They are free for you to play with.” She told him. Steven leaned forward and guided her left nipple into his mouth. Julia arched her back shoving it deeper into his mouth. He could feel her pink nip stiffening from his sucking.

Julia began to ride him as he leaned back in his seat to take in her beauty. He placed his hands on her breasts and massaged them while pinching her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She started off going up and down slowly in order to moisten his dick completely with her pussy juices. Once his cock was covered in its entirety she took it all in again and began rocking back in forth.

With one arm on his knee and the other beylikdüzü escort on the top of the seat behind him, she swayed her hips forward and back being sure to press her clit against his body. “You got to cum quick Steve. We’re almost there.” She panted out. “Cum for me baby. Fill me up; let it out.”

She usually doesn’t egg him on to cum quickly so this was a real turn on for Steven. He then moved his hands to her ass and mouth back to her nipples. He aided her in moving her hips closer to him with every one of her thrusts. This caused his cock to push up against her g-spot.

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum!” She said probably louder than she wanted to.

“Don’t stop I’m almost there.” He replied.

As they kept up the pushing and pulling motion of her hips on his cock they both let out a barrage of blasphemy and curse words at the same time. Steven’s manhood filled the inside of her pussy and her sweet fountain spewed out on to his cock at the same time.

Julia quickly got off of him and leaned over from her seat and sucked off as much of their juices as she could from Pepe. “Sorry honey but your underwear is now soaked.” She said with a smile.

Julia straightened up her dress while Steven pulled his pants back on just as their door was opened by the door man at the restaurant. They both stepped out of the limo with a smile and walked hand and hand into the restaurant for their dinner. The doorman quietly whispered to Steven “Your fly is open sir.”

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