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I think the first time I saw her, she was sitting in an airport gate, just in front of the gate I was going toward. I was randomly people watching, like people do in airports, and she was looking bored and disinterested, like people do at airports. I say I think it was the first time I saw her because when I saw her in the airport, I had the overwhelming sense that I had seen her before.

Which was especially surprising, given the fact that she was nondescript in every way. She was small, in size, features and manner. She looked almost like a child, and seemed to blend in with the chair so that she was nearly invisible. Yet for some reason she caught my eye, and as I briefly stared at her as I walked by, she glanced up and looked back at me. She looked back down quickly. It almost looked like she stifled a smile.

I looked away and continued walking to my boarding gate, but I positioned myself so that I could still see her in the adjacent area. That vantage point was really too far away to help me figure out why she looked so familiar, but it struck me that it was an exercise in futility anyway. I was sitting in an airport a thousand miles from my home, heading a thousand miles another direction, and she was probably from a thousand miles away going a thousand miles in the other direction. I guess one of the intriguing things about people watching in airports is that it is extremely unlikely that you would ever see the people again. It almost gives you a lonely, angsty feeling.

I was in this airport, coming from another airport, wondering about people and where I’d seen this girl before because I was going to Chicago for an art exhibit. An art exhibit that I was speaking at as an expert, because the artist is my wife Anna. Anna happens to be an internationally famous painter, who has a traveling exhibit that visits a different major city every few months. She has a very unique style and subject that has captivated the art world. Most of her work involves close up, detailed depictions of human eyes. Anna had a style of painting details into her eye paintings that had a way of defining the person being painted. The shapes and color combinations that she puts into her paintings are mesmerizing, you can look at the paintings for hours and find hidden shapes within the iris, a subtle but meaningful tint to the whites of the eyes, and a barely visible but profound refection in the pupil.

I speak on her paintings as a renowned expert, and it is my life’s work to share and promote her art. She would do it herself, but Anna died over 20 years ago.

I looked up at the gate and realized that my plane had started boarding, and I looked over where the girl had been. She was gone, leaving behind a lonely seat for the next person who was coming from somewhere else on the way to somewhere else. I filed the experience away into the remote regions of my brain, where I retain a vast library of faces that I will never see again, and boarded the plane for Chicago.

I had just settled into my seat by the window when I glanced up towards the front of the plane at the line of people uncomfortably working their way down the aisle when I saw her, the girl from the adjacent gate, standing and waiting while some poor sap tried to stow his carry on. For some reason my heart skipped a beat. I watched her out of the corner of my eyes, trying to get a good look without staring.

I’m not sure how to explain my intrigue. She wasn’t particularly attractive, though she had a quality about her that was cute. She appeared to be thin, but it was really hard to tell because she was dressed in unflattering, bulky clothes. She had dark hair, stuffed under a baseball cap, her skin was on the lighter side, and her facial features were sharp, from a pert nose to her prominent cheekbones. I had not yet been able to see her eyes well coming down the aisle. Years of discussing Anna’s artwork had left me with a bit of an obsession with eyes, an obsession that we had shared in the brief five years we had together before she died. Anna called eyes the windows to the soul. When she painted a subject, she would spend an hour just looking into the person’s eyes. She would fall into an almost spell-like trance, and then she would paint those eyes with extraordinary likeness and depth that would shock even the subject of the painting. So I had developed this weird tic of looking into people’s eyes to search their soul. I didn’t have Anna’s knack for it though, I just tended to look creepy staring into the eyes of strangers.

As she continued to move down the aisle towards me, I began to be aware of the fact that the two seats beside me were empty, and she had not yet taken a seat. Each aisle she passed made me increasingly tense, wondering if she was destined for my aisle, or perhaps right beside me. I was in the middle of the plane, so it was just as likely that she would be sitting 20 rows behind me.

When she reached the row in front of me, she glanced up sex hikayeleri at the seat numbers and I saw the recognition in her eyes that she had reached her aisle. My heart nearly stopped when she turned towards me and began putting her small bag into the overhead bin. She nodded and smiled slightly to me and I did the same, then she took the aisle seat, leaving an open space between us.

I spent the rest of what seemed like an extraordinarily long boarding sequence praying that no one else took the middle seat. I had an odd flashback to a time when Anna was still alive, when she had just started to become famous and we would fly to big cities for her shows. She hated having someone in that third seat on the row, so much so that one time she bought three tickets and we only used two, just so she wouldn’t have some obnoxious person beside us.

While it appeared that every other seat on the plane was full, somehow I got lucky and no one sat in the seat between us. As the plane took off and I thought about clever ways to start up a conversation. I was actually a bit nervous about talking with this girl who had captured my attention so mysteriously.

I noticed that her pocketbook was slightly open, and hanging out of it was a small book, The Eyes of Art. I recognized it immediately, because I was the author. It was a non fiction book I had written about my wife’s work, no literary feat and no best seller. I figured that despite the popularity of the subject, there had only been a few thousand sold.

“Believe it or not, I have a copy of that book myself,” I said, pointing to the book.

She looked pretty surprised, probably thinking I was lying. “This book?” she asked pulling it out of the bag.

“Yes, that one,” I said. I took the book from her, flipped it to the back page, and pointed to the picture of me in the bio on the back inside cover. “I know the guy who wrote it.”

She looked at the picture, then looked at me, quickly putting it together that we were the same person. Her mouth came open in surprise. “Wow, how’s that for a coincidence…what are the odds?”

“Definitely a long shot,” I said. “I wrote this book about ten years ago, my wife Anna is the artist featured in the book. Was the artist,” I corrected.

“Yes, I’ve read the book, I’m sorry for your loss,” she said.

One of the pitfalls of having someone famous for a spouse, someone famous who dies, is that nearly every conversation you have with most anyone familiar starts with them telling you they are sorry for your loss. After 20 years, I had narrowed my response down to a simple nod.

“I am on my way to Chicago to speak on Anna’s work at an art gallery,” I said.

Her mouth came open again. “I am going to Chicago to see that exhibit! I love her work! I saw a magazine article last month and was blown away by the style. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

I knew the article she was referring to, it was a national art magazine that had prominently featured Anna’s work. The article had pointed out how widely successful her paintings had continued to be, despite such a short work career and being dead for over 20 years. The impact of the article had been strong, I had been contacted by dozens of galleries to talk about exhibiting her work.

“It really is a very unique style,” I said. “I never get tired of talking about it.”

My experience on airplane conversations is that the vast majority are brief, shallow interactions. Occasionally the right two people will be seated together, and catch each other in the right mood, and the conversation becomes intriguing and you almost wish the flight wouldn’t end. This conversation quickly became the latter.

Her name was Sara, she called herself a wanna-be artist. She was 22 years old, studying art and this was the first trip she had ever taken to see an art exhibit. We spent a lot of time talking about Anna’s work, and I was quite impressed with how knowledgeable she was about the work, and also how insightful she was. I had also noted, painfully, that Sara was 22 years old, the exact age that Anna had been when she died, which was also exactly 22 years ago.

As I talked with her I noted that she was more attractive than I had initially thought. She was quite small and thin, her skin was on the lighter side and was very smooth, her nose was sharp and pert and she had cute dimples when she smiled. Her eyes were a bit of a disappointment, and as I mentioned before, eyes were a big deal to me. She had deep, brown eyes, almost black, and there were few if any variations of color and depth.

I had a bad habit of comparing everyone to Anna, even though she had been gone for over 20 years. She was a striking beauty, though she didn’t think she was pretty at all. Her most intriguing feature was her eyes, which were undoubtedly the source for her artistic ventures. Anna had heterochromia, a fairly rare condition where her eyes were different colors. porno hikayeleri One eye was a mixture of blue and one was a mixture of brown, and they were the most unique eyes I’ve ever seen before or since. She had an amazing range of color and shapes within her irises, and they would change based on the light she was in. Her most famous paintings were the ones she did of her own eyes.

Those eyes were indeed memorable. Sara mentioned that she had spent hours looking at the detail of Anna’s self portraits. She was going into the details of Anna’s eyes when the captain announced we would be landing soon. It had to be the fastest flight I had ever been on. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but I was utterly captivated, almost nervous talking to this young girl who was half my age and clearly out of my league. I’m not a bad looking guy, I have stayed fit over the years, but I had no great pretensions that a girl in her early 20s would be interested in a guy pushing middle age. I guess a guy can dream though, and I couldn’t help but do just that.

All good things must come to an end though, and we went from our pleasant chat to the hustle and bustle of getting off an airplane, finding luggage and trying to figure out how to leave. We bumped into each other a few times during the process, and said that we would see each other later that night at the gallery event.

Now would seem like an appropriate time to bring up a few significant facts about myself. Anna and I had met when we were 15, and we had spent less than a month together before we were convinced that we were soul mates. We enjoyed the same things, we did the same things, we thought the same way. Sometimes it seemed like we were two parts of a half. We married at 17, against the wishes of both of our families, and began to pursue our artistic dreams. She was almost immediately successful, and by the time she was 20 had begun to get a following. Her talent was so far beyond mine that I gladly stepped back into the role of promoting her work, rather than creating my own. She was quite prolific in her brief years. When she tackled a project, she would become obsessed, almost hypnotic, and paint non stop until the vision was complete.

Just as she was becoming internationally known, we were driving across town and got t-boned by a drunk driver at midnight. She was killed instantly, I was in a coma for a few months. When I woke up, my whole life had changed. I had long term physical problems, I suffered head injuries that had some odd effects on my life, and worst of all, I had lost my soul mate. I spent five years recovering physically, another five years recovering emotionally, and the last dozen years, well, just going through the motions. I had dedicated my life after Anna’s death to promoting her work, and that was really the sole focus on my existence. I was not interested in finding another soul mate, or relationships, or even finding someone to date. This is going to sound crazy, but in the 22 years that Anna had been gone, I had not had sex with another person.

I checked in at my hotel near the gallery, made the necessary calls and collapsed on the bed. I had enough time to take a solid nap before my speech and wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. My last thought before dozing off was to wonder if Sara was staying the night in Chicago.

I woke up on the bed with a start, and realized it was from a noise coming from the bathroom. Someone else was in the room. Just as I was standing to walk toward the bathroom, the door opened and out came Anna, dressed to the nines and putting on an earring as she walked towards me. She looked fantastic.

“Better get going,” she smiled. “You don’t want to be late.”

I smiled back at her. I was having one of my dreams that Anna was alive again. This happened to me so often through the years that it didn’t even phase me anymore. These were the dreams that allowed me to never have any reason to pursue any other relationships, or even have sex. I had actually reached the point where I could control my dreams, I could keep myself from waking up so that we could spend time together, and more importantly, I had become so adept at controlling my dreams that I could manipulate the characters in my dreams to do what I wanted. I lived in a dream world where I could have whatever I wanted, whoever I wanted, and however I wanted. I didn’t need reality.

While I had to work at it to gain this ability, I think it was in part due to the brain damage that I suffered in the accident. As I mentioned, my head injuries in the wreck caused some odd effects, and this was the biggest. My brain had been damaged in one way but had simultaneously developed an incredible skill.

So Anna would come to me in dreams, and we would talk, and laugh, and enjoy each other just as before. Sometimes it almost seemed like she knew it was a dream too, but we didn’t talk about that, we just enjoyed the time we had. We also had sex, seks hikayeleri and when you are in complete control of all the images and words and people, sex is pretty fantastic. Imagine being able to do whatever you wanted in your dreams and have other characters look and act the way you want. I could instantly change their hair color, or have them suddenly change into sexy lingerie. I could make them taller or fitter or tanner or whatever. I could give myself a 12 inch cock. I could bring in a third party and have a threeway. Since I controlled the dream, I could control Anna’s reactions, so if we had group sex with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, she would enthusiastically enjoy it, and so would they. If I wanted to, I could have Anna suddenly grow an attractive cock and rub it up against mine as I licked and sucked her breasts. I’m not saying I have done that, not saying I haven’t, just saying I could. It was realistic, fabulous fulfillment of every fantasy, guilt free.

And here she was, visiting me in my hotel room.

“I’m almost ready,” I said, standing up to wrap my arms around her in a warm embrace. I could feel her, hold her, and smell her. The only shortfall of my dreams was that I could never manage to focus on her eyes. When I looked into her eyes, they became fuzzy and unfocused. If I looked away, they seemed to sharpen, but as soon as I looked back they were out of focus. So I spent a lot of time looking at her almost sideways.

She looked fantastic, in a silky black dress that I often dreamed she was wearing. It came up to about mid thigh and showed off her toned and tanned legs, my second favorite thing about her. It also showed just a hint of cleavage up top, and when I wished it I could see her nipples through the fabric.

I effortlessly moved the dream in the direction I wanted. I chose to be sitting naked on the edge of the bed, in a candlelit hotel room. I chose to have an impressive eight inch cock (no reason to overdo it) and chose to be semi aroused, so that my cock hung heavy in front of Anna’s face. I chose to have her look at me hungrily, licking her lips for a moment, before she moved in and softly kissed my cock, first one side, then the other, then softly again on either side of the head. Then I had her lick the head, her tongue long and full, so long in fact that it could twirl around my cock. My cock quickly became fully aroused, and she had to move up on her knees to take me enthusiastically into her mouth. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to well up inside me, and when I came it was like an exploding firehose, the volume and intensity ridiculously well beyond reality. I came in volumes, coating Anna’s chest with a thick white cream.

“Wow, I think you’ve missed me,” she smiled, as she dragged her index finger across her chest, scooping up some of the milky liquid and sliding her finger seductively into her mouth.

“I always miss you,” I replied. “You need to visit more often.”

She smiled and leaned back away from me, she was naked now. She took another handful of the creamy white coating on her chest and used it as a warm lube as she rubbed it on her pussy.

“I’m here anytime,” she said.

“I wish I could see your eyes,” I said.

She blushed and looked away. She was back in her little black dress again, looking clean and beautiful and ready to go to the art show. After a moment she raised her eyes back up towards mine, and I gasped as I suddenly realized that for the first time in over 20 years of dreams, I could see her eyes, one brown, one blue, both glowing up at me. As I recovered from the initial shock, my eyes refocused, and suddenly I realized that I wasn’t looking at Anna anymore. The reason I could see her eyes was that it wasn’t her. It was Sara, looking up at me warmly.

I jolted awake to find myself alone on the bed in the hotel room. Where did that come from, I thought. Before I could figure that out I got a wake up call from the front desk, and I had to get ready for the show.

In the short walk to the art gallery, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sara and the dream. I had been controlling my dreams so completely for so long it was shocking to have something change unexpectedly. I had to admit that it was a pleasant surprise, I was wishing I hadn’t been startled awake.

The art show and my presentation went quite well, it was a script I had been doing so long I could have done it in my sleep. Meet the important people, have the usual conversations, give the speech that I have given once a month for the past five years. My favorite part of the entire process was watching people look at the paintings before and after the presentation, they were often visibly amazed and moved at Anna’s work. It made me feel good that her work was still having an impact on people.

One thing I didn’t see was Sara, not before, during or after the presentation, and I spent a lot of time looking. There were several hundred people at the event, so I easily could’ve missed her. I had pretty much given up as I watched the crowd thinning out. I found myself standing in front of a large painting of Anna’s eyes, gazing into her eyes and remembering what it was like to look into them earlier, in the dream.

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Happy New Year, Mom!

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Copyright: 2004 all rights reserved.

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I had decided to spend New Years Eve with my mom. I had been between girlfriends and she was home all by herself. We had enjoyed dinner and by the time we watched the ball drop, we had finished off three bottles of wine.

I told mom that I was bushed and needed to get some sleep. She said that she would be up awhile longer looking at TV. I left her and went to my room. I heard her walk down the hall to her bedroom, and then come back, after a few minutes.

About half hour later, I had to go piss like crazy. I opened my bedroom door and saw that the light was still on in the living room. I went to the bathroom and pissed like my dick was a water hose. Then I walked down the hall to the living room.

Mom was still watching TV, but she had turned on one of the X-rated channels. I stood in the doorway watching a couple on the screen fucking. Then I heard mom’s soft moan. I walked further into the living room and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Mom had changed into a silky, sexy lingerie. She was sitting on the couch with her legs wide open, slowly working a dildo in and out of her pussy. Mom is close to 50, but she still has a nice looking body. Her tits are firm even if they do droop a bit. She has a nice round ass and pretty legs.

I also saw that mom had a shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was slowly teasing her cunt with just the head of the dildo, then she would work it faster. Then back to slowly teasing it. Watching her I could feel my dick growing hard.

I wasn’t about to let this opportunity go by, so I stood there not making a sound just watching her. Mom started breathing heavier, and must have been on the verge of cumming, when she opened her eyes and saw me looking at her.

I was standing there with my dick poking out my shorts, my hand slowly stroking it. Mom looked at me, the dildo stopped at the edge of her pussy. Then she looked down at my shaft. “Don’t stop mom. Please don’t stop?”

She looked at me and then she smiled. Slowly she began to stroke her pussy while I stroked my hard dick. Her eyes stayed locked on my shaft as I stroked it. Then she beckoned me closer. I walked over until I was standing between her open thighs.

Mom reached out and touched the tip of my dick. Her finger was wet from my pre-cum. She looked up at me, as she slipped the wet finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. I almost came, watching her taste me the way she did.

Then I slipped down to the floor between her open thighs. The light sex hikayeleri from the TV let me get a good look at her swollen pussy lips. The fake cock was covered with her thick crème and I could smell her heated cunt. I reached out and my fingers stroked her lips along side the dildo. She watched, as I tasted her cunt juice.

My hand covered hers, and I started to slowly work the dildo in and out of her. Mom let her hand go and wrapped it around my shaft. She leaned forward, and I felt her soft hands sliding over the swollen head. I know I groaned as her thumb pressed on the head, and then, slid along the thick vein beneath it.

I slowly pulled the dildo free, and wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the couch. My head bent and I was intoxicated with the smell of her sex. My tongue slipped out and worked up and down her soaked slit.

I heard mom groan, then felt her hands on my head, pulling me into her cunt. “Yes, baby! Make mommy feel good. Show mommy that you love her.” I didn’t listen to her words, I was too busy licking and sucking as much juice from her cunt as I could.

My tongue found her clit and I began to lick it. Mom’s body started to jerk each time my tongue stroked that hard nub. Then I pulled it into my mouth and began to suck it. In and out, I sucked it; sometimes softly, teasingly and then I would suck it hard and fast.

Mom’s moans grew louder. Yes son! Suck it! Suck your mother’s cunt. Of fuck I needed this! I’m gonna cum! Oh baby! You’re gonna make your mother cum in your mouth.”

By now, my mind was only on sucking he sweetest pussy I had ever sucked. She could have done anything, said anything, and I would not have cared as long as she didn’t stop me. Suddenly I felt her body go taunt. Mom screamed and pressed my face so tight into her cunt I couldn’t breath.

I felt her hot thick juice flood into my mouth, and I sucked hard, trying to get it all. Mom’s body stopped shaking, but she didn’t let me up. I moved my head to take a deep breath, when she started cumming all over again. Then she came again. Damn but she filled my mouth. And it was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.

When she stopped shaking this time, I moved my mouth from her cunt. I could feel her juices running down my chin and smeared all over my face. Mom took my face between her hands, and licked all over my face until she had licked most of it off. Then she kissed my lips.

Her tongue slid between my lips as she pulled me to her. Her hand rubbed my neck and pulled me in tight to her. The kiss was long, hard and passionate. Then she eased away from me, and urged me to stand.

When I stood up, my hard dick was pointed directly at her face. Mom looked up at me, as she leaned in and porno hikayeleri her lips surrounded my dick. Her hand circled my shaft and she began to work her mouth back and forth.

I have had my dick sucked many times. Hell at 25, I was no prude to sex. But no woman ever sucked my dick with the sensuous feelings that mom gave me. And she was soon whipping her head back and forth, twisting it this way and that, moaning and whimpering.

My hands slid into her hair, as I moaned and worked my hips. “Yea mom! Suck your son’s hard dick! Show me how much you love me! Take it all mom! Show me you can take it all.”

I looked down and saw her looking up at me. Damn but that was one nasty sight. I almost lost it just looking at her. She was working her lips and mouth like a hungry whore on a payday night.

I started working her head back and forth, fucking her harder and faster. “Do you like it mom? Do you like sucking your son’s dick?” Mom nodded her head up and down but never stopped sucking. I wanted to hold back but under her onslaught, I couldn’t hold back for long.

I grabbed her hair and shoved hard, feeling my dick slip all the way into her mouth. “Argh! Mom! I’m gonna shoot! I’m gonna cum in your hot mouth! Oh mom! Don’t stop. Oh fuck this is great! Now mom! Drink it! Drink all of it!”

I felt my balls explode, and her cheeks puffed out as I filled her mouth. Mom kept looking up at me and I saw her swallow hard. But she kept on sucking me. I shot another load, and she swallowed that one too. I slowly pulled my spent dick from between her lips.

My cum, was smeared all over her lips. I bent down and kissed her as hard as she had kissed me. Making sure that my tongue cleaned ever drop from her lips and chin. Then we looked at each other. I smiled and she smiled back at me.

“Happy New Year mom!” She laughed as her fingers began to stroke her pussy again. “Happy new year son! I sure hope that you can get hard again, I have two more presents that I want you to open for the New Year.”

As I looked down at her fingers slowly stroking her wet pussy I could feel my dick begin to twitch. “Lets finish watching this in your bedroom.” I helped her to her feet and watched her round ass sway as she walked to her bedroom

Mom waked to her bed, and got up on her hands and knees. She shook her ass at me. Then she turned her head and looked at me with a big smile on her face. “Are you sure that you won’t mind being a “motherfucker”?”

I laughed as I stood behind her. “Mom”, I said as I slipped my hard dick up into her wet pussy. “I not only want to be the best “motherfucker” you ever knew, I want to be your big “pain in the ass, too”.”

I picked up the remote, and turned until I got the X-rated channel seks hikayeleri she had been watching. I held her hips, sliding my hard dick in and out of her pussy. Mom was so wet; her pussy was making slurping sounds as I fucked her.

After having cum once, I knew that I could fuck her hard and fast and I would not be too quick to cum again. I fucked up into her wet pussy so hard, that mom bounced forward and back, grunting as I rammed my dick deep into her.

“That’s right, you motherfucker! Tear the wrapping off this present! Damn son! You sure know how to fuck your mom! Give it to me good! Make me feel every inch! Of fuck it’s been so long! So long! Fuck me son! Fuck momma’s pussy!”

Her words spurred me on to fuck her even harder. I was slamming my dick into her, grunting with her as it hit home again and again. Then momma leaned forward until she was resting her head on the bed. She reached behind her and spread her cheeks wide.

“Now son! Shove it up momma’s ass! I want you to be a big pain in my ass! Show me how you can fuck your mom’s fat, wide, black ass!” I pulled my dick out of her sopping pussy. It was coated with her thick crème.

I put the tip up against her black puckered asshole. Holding the shaft, I pushed until the tip began to slide in. “Oh shit that feels big! I haven’t been ass fucked in so long! But I want it now! Fuck my ass, son!”

I held her hips, and with a mighty lunge, buried my dick to the hilt. Mom screamed into the sheets, and tried to crawl forward. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to me.

“Happy New Year Mom!” I screamed as I pulled back and lunged again. I kept slamming my hard dick into mom’s tight ass until it began to slide easier. Then I just fucked her hard. Mom was crying and whimpering on the bed, but she was also moving her ass back and forth as I fucked her.

“Yes son! Duck me! Tear my asshole open with that sweet dick. I won’t be lonely ever again, will I son? You will take care of my needs, won’t you son?” Mom was whimpering and moaning as she talked. I was just concentrating on fucking her ass.

Then I felt it beginning to build again. “I’m gonna cum again mom! This time, I’m gonna fill this asshole with my cum. Yes mom, I’m gonna be your personal motherfucker from now on. Hump that ass mom! Give it to me! Now mom! Now!”

I pounded her for all I was worth. And mom shoved back and forth just as hard, driving me deep inside her tight asshole. Then my dick exploded. I felt it shoot out and she began to convulse. Her orgasm was stronger than the one where I ate her pussy.

Mom started shouting. “Yes son! Fuck my ass! Cum deep in my ass! Give it to me! Give it all to me! Oh fuck your good. Don’t stop fucking me! Fuck me forever! I’m cumming son! Ahhhhhh!” I held her as she shook thru her own climax.

We fell over on our sides, and mom moaned. “Damn! What a way to start off the New Year! ” I laughed. “Oh yea mom! And the cumming year will bring more and more of this.” We fell asleep just like that.

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A Welcome Distraction from Work Ch. 02

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Scott’s day was dragging, as tended to happen when there was something to look forward to. Dealing with staff and customers had kept him busy for the afternoon, but the occasional reminder of his earlier phone call would pop back into his mind, sending a flush through his body before he forced himself to concentrate on whatever it took to stop any visible signs of his excitement.

At five to five, he started end of trade procedures, keen to get the customers out of the store and staff sent home so they could close on time. He was looking forward to getting home to his girlfriend.

Finally closing the doors, he rushed to his car. Sliding in behind the driver’s seat, he began the mindless drive home. He knew the drive well enough to get home on autopilot — leaving his mind to think of more interesting, exciting things. He couldn’t help but think of his girlfriend, wondering — would she still be in the lingerie set as directed, or would she have put something else on? He couldn’t decide whether he was more eager to see her sexy curves in his favourite lingerie, or if he hoped she’d disobeyed him so he could redden her ass with a spanking he knew would make her wet.

Scott decided that he hoped she had kept the lingerie on. The thought of Tiffany opening the door to him wearing only her bra and panties was very erotic, particularly after their earlier call. He loved the idea that a passer by might catch a slight glimpse of his girlfriend and the idea of her naughtiness being exposed sent another thrill through him. He couldn’t wait to get home to see her and serve a little payback for the stunt she had pulled.

Pulling into his driveway and removing the key from the ignition, Scott climbed out of the car and made his way to the front door, watching keenly in anticipation of it being opened. As he reached the closed door, he frowned; maybe Tiff hadn’t heard him pull up? Disgruntled, he rang the doorbell. Tiffany knew he expected her to answer the door, so surely she wouldn’t be long … right?

Ten minutes later, Scott was staring out to the street, frustration evident on his face. Unwilling to wait any longer, he pulled his keys from his pocket and slid them into the lock. As the door swung open, Scott took a step forward then stopped in his tracks. His mouth dropped open in surprise at the sight before him.

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Tiffany heard the key in the lock tumble and kept her eyes lowered, her breathing becoming shallow with nerves. She had obeyed Scott’s instructions to maintain the clothes (or lack thereof) she had been wearing since their phone call but had intentionally disobeyed his instruction that she open the door to him when he returned home. She had heard the car pull into the drive way, and had remained in her spot, waiting for him to enter the house. As she heard the door now swing open, her heart raced as she prayed that her gamble would pay off and that the spanking would be avoided, for now at least.

She heard his heavy footsteps and, from her position kneeling on the floor, could see his shoes as he stepped inside the door. Her eyes remained fixed on his shoes, the silence deafening as she silently begged for him to say something, or at least take another step forward.

Scott, however, was rooted to the spot and unable to move it seemed at the sight of his girlfriend in front of him. Noticing that she had obeyed his instruction (in part, at least), he relished the sight of her creamy curves set off by the delicious pink lingerie set (he was afraid of destroying this one day as he tore it from her body). He was suddenly pleased that she had disobeyed his second order (although was determined not to let her see his pleasure at her defiance).

“I didn’t think you’d find it so hard to follow my instructions,” he started with a low growl.

Surprised at the reprimand, Tiffany looked up to her boyfriend with wide eyes, ready to defend herself when she caught the smirk on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back at him, sweetly answering, “I thought this was a more fun way to welcome you home.”

Looking down at her, Scott couldn’t help but agree. He was familiar with the thick toys she had been using during their earlier phone call, and they made the occasional appearance in the bedroom; but he had not, in his wildest fantasies, imagined the sight before him.

Tiffany’s thick vibrator was firmly stuck to the floor at the foot of their stairs. He could see only an inch or two, shining with juices between her thighs as she had sunk down onto it. She was on her knees, her feet tucked underneath and her legs splayed, the pink Brazilian cut panties pushed to the side to make way for her toy, showing a hint of her smooth waxed pussy. Her hands were crossed behind her, forcing her chest and her milky breasts to jut forward as her back arched.

A movement behind Scott caught Tiffany’s attention and she suddenly saw their neighbour, Tom, walking his dog on the sidewalk through the still open front door.

“Umm, fikirtepe escort do you think you might want to close the door?” Tiffany asked Scott, blushing furiously as a look of shock registered on Tom’s face as they made eye contact from a distance.

Scott glanced behind him and chuckled. He moved toward the door, nodding to acknowledge Tom as he swung it closed. He turned his attention to his girlfriend, catching her squirming as the toy inside her caused obvious pleasure.

He felt his cock twitch, rock hard not only at his girlfriend in front of him but reminded of their earlier phone call at the sight of her toy. His hands dropped to his zipper, sliding it down and pulling his cock from his pants, stroking it slowly as he approached Tiffany.

“So, what was your intention in answering the door like this?” he asked, sternly.

Tiffany was struggling to contain herself, the toy inside her vibrating intensely as she was acutely aware of the cock in front of her. She watched him stroke, eager to taste him, as she responded.

“To show you what you missed earlier,” she replied, cheekily.

He stood in front of her, his cock at her eye level. A fresh wave of juices flooded her, her mouth watering as the object of her desire was within arms distance. She looked up at him, awaiting his instructions.

Scott looked down at his girlfriend, marvelling at the sight before him. He knew how much she loved to give head, and, watching her, there were subtle signs of how much she wanted it in that moment. Her mouth was open slightly, a subtle bite of her lip; her chest had flushed red with her excitement, rising and falling at a rapid rate as her breathing became faster. Her big brown eyes were wide, desperate with her desire as they were trained on the glistening tip of his cock.

“Tiffany,” he said softly, her attention drawn from his cock to meet his eyes. He nodded at her.

Tiffany’s attention dropped back to her boyfriend’s cock in front of her. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip, the taste of his precum making her pussy clench. She wrapped her lips around him, her hands holding his thighs, as she began to swallow his length. He was slightly too tall for her to remain seated on her vibrator — so, to swallow him further down her throat, she rose slightly, the vibrator sliding out of her slick pussy. A sudden feeling of emptiness overwhelmed her as she felt the tip of Scott’s hard cock touch the back of her throat.

Her pussy too empty, she sank back down on her vibrator, a soft groan escaping her lips as she was filled, Scott’s cock sliding out of her mouth. Desperate to find a happy medium, she began to ride the vibrator, alternating between a full pussy and just a taste of cock, and a feeling of emptiness while her mouth was rewarded with his cock thrust so deep it was touching her throat. With every upward thrust, she would take him as deep down her throat as she could, her throat tightening around him as she gagged. His hands tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head as she blew him.

Sensation began to overwhelm her as she felt her orgasm building. Small moans escaped her mouth, muffled around Scott’s cock. As he enjoyed the velvety softness of his girlfriend’s mouth, he could feel the vibration of her noises, her throat constricting around him — the tell-tale signs of her own arousal. He could tell she was getting closer to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled back. Tiffany whimpered and tried to move toward him, the object of her desire suddenly out of reach as she was on the edge of her second, desperately needed, orgasm.

“No,” Scott commanded sternly, and she stopped, looking up at him, awaiting his instructions.

“Upstairs, in bed. Now.”

Tiffany looked at him in disbelief, her eyes wide. The frustration welled in her as she resisted Scott’s instructions.

He looked down, narrowing his eyes. “Now,” he growled.

With a slight whimper, she rose from her kneeling position, the toy sliding from her slick pussy, glistening with her juices. She turned to pick it up, bending over in front of Scott as she did so, feeling his hands tracing the lace of her panties and kneading her ass. She smiled as she straightened and raced up the stairs.

When Scott reached their room, Tiffany was standing by the bed, awaiting his instructions.

He sat in the chair at the side of the bed and watched her. Tiffany looked at him curiously, unsure of what he intended.

“I want you to show me what you were doing earlier,” he told her, carefully watching her reaction. She blushed as she looked at the bed, remembering their phone call, glancing back to him as a cheeky idea formed.

Her cheeks red, she replied to him, “I will, but I want you on the bed.”

Tiffany gave Scott room as he moved to sit in the middle of the bed, leaning back against the headboard, watching her curiously. She knelt beside him, raising one leg to straddle him, settling firmly in his lap as her gebze escort mouth met his, their tongues dancing and their bodies pressed firmly to each other. Tiffany’s hands dropped to Scott’s shirt, tugging the hem up, their lips separating briefly as she pulled it up over his head to expose his bare chest. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders and the material fall from her, exposing her full breasts, pressed firmly against Scott’s chest, bare skin against bare skin, as their lips once again met.

Scott’s hard cock was throbbing, straining against his pants as Tiffany ground against him. One hand on his girlfriends back, pulling her to him, the other tangled in her hair, holding firmly and angling her head up to expose her bare neck, his eager mouth nibbling and sucking at the tender flesh. A gasp escaped Tiffany’s lips as her hands fumbled at the clasp of Scott’s pants, eager to expose the object of her desire. As it finally came free, as Tiffany was tugging the zipper down again, she heard Scott murmur against her neck “don’t forget, I want to see you”.

Tiffany raised herself from Scott’s lap and turned away from him to their drawers, retrieving the toys she had been using earlier, shielding him from view before she turned back to him. The toys were laid on the bed next to them as she delicately wrapped one of Scott’s neckties around each of his wrists, before securing them to the bedposts.

Scott looked at her curiously as she gathered the toys from the bed, sternly questioning “what do you think you’re doing?” as she tugged on his left wrist to ensure his restraint was secure.

She remained in her kneeling position, rising to her knees to stop grinding against him, as she looked up to him and sweetly answered “showing you what you asked for”.

Collecting her toys from the bed beside Scott, she scooted down to give herself a little room. As Scott watched her cradle the thick vibrator in her small hand, the pale toy a stark contrast against her tanned skin, a frustrated groan escaped him.

“No…” he started, eyes wide as he was struck by the sudden realisation of what his girlfriend intended.

She grinned at him, as she replied “But you asked to see what I was doing earlier. I’m showing you, just like you wanted.”

Tiffany dropped the vibrator between her legs as her hands roved over her body. She started explaining.

“When I first called you, I was laying in this bed in the bra I just took off, and these panties”, she started, one hand at her hip, trailing over the lace. “I started like this,” she said, pleased to see his eyes follow the movement of one hand to cup her breast, gently rolling the nipple between her fingers to elicit a gentle gasp from her lips.

“Then my other hand…” she started, her voice trailing as her movements showed him what he had missed. Scott watched the hand that had been on her hip slide under the delicate material, watching the movement and hint of skin as her fingers slid between her wet slit, a deep moan escaping her lips as her finger grazed her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Removing her hand from her panties, she raised her wet fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to tenderly lick her juices from her fingertip, closing her eyes as she relished the taste. Looking back to Scott, shock was evident on his face as his mouth watered. He loved how his girlfriend tasted, and he was growing increasingly uncomfortable as his hard cock strained against his pants.

Looking down at him with a cheeky grin, Tiff offered, “would you like a taste?” as her hand lowered to his lips. He eagerly sucked her finger, voicing a guttural groan as her taste filled his mouth. As she gently withdrew it, Scott watched as her fingers returned to the edge of her panties, this time tracing the line from her hip to her crotch. The delicate lace showed just the slightest flash of her bare pussy, making him ache for her. Fortunately, his wish to see more was soon answered, as Tiffany’s panties were pushed to the side, again revealing her pink slit.

He watched her other hand pick up the thick toy, placing it between her thighs so the tip of the vibrator rested, just barely, against her entry.

“And then this,” she explained, her eyes flicking down to watch the toy as she held it firmly, allowing her body to sink down, “was inside me,” she finished with a deep moan, her wet pussy allowing the thick toy to easily slide insider her.

Scott watched his girlfriend’s face and chest flush a deep red, her pleasure evident as the toy bottomed out inside her, filling her completely. His cock was impossibly hard in his pants, simultaneously wanting the ties to be loosened so he could have his way with her, and for the show to go on. Keen to see what would happen, he encouraged her.

“And then?” he asked.

Tiffany’s eyes closed as she remembered their earlier phone call, loving the feeling of her içerenköy escort toy inside of her as her primal urges took over, the toy sliding out of her a little.

“And then I fucked myself,” she answered shakily as she began to do just that. One hand roved over her body; from cupping her breasts and rolling her nipple, to stroking her clit, or bracing herself against Scott’s chest. The other, which Scott was keenly focused on, firmly grasped the vibrator, turning it up to the highest setting, glistening with juices as she fucked herself with deep, rhythmic strokes. He watched her chest rise and fall, her breathing becoming erratic as she squirmed on top of him, the signs of her impending orgasm evident.

Unable to take it any longer, his gravelly voice low, he instructed, “remove the ties”.

Tiffany’s eyes flew open, suddenly guiltily reminded of his inability, for the second time today, to have the same pleasure she was having.

Letting the toy fall from her hands and from her body, she moved forward. Straddling him, keenly aware of his hard cock, his pants the only thing between her wetness and the true object of her desire, she ground against him. She leaned forward, her bare breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him, their lips crushed together, as she reached a hand up to the ties on his right arm, freeing him — partly at least.

As their kiss deepened, tongues touching and teasing each other, his free hand came down to cup her breast, a sharp gasp escaping her as she pinched her nipple lightly.

Desperate to feel her man inside of her, Tiffany raised her hands to the tie securing Scott’s left arm, her breasts in line with his mouth as his tongue swiped over her nipple, eliciting a sharp hasp. She was about to tug the tie free as a wicked idea occurred to her. Rather than removing the tie, Tiffany’s fingers instead tangled in Scott’s hair and she gently nibbled his lip, sucking it into her mouth.

Scott let out a deep moan, his voice becoming stern.

“Tiffany, I told you to remove the ties,” he commanded, the warning clear.

She pulled back and smiled sweetly at him, answering “I will”, before lowering her mouth to his again. His groan of frustration was muffled as her lips crushed against his.

Although one of Scott’s arms was free, he was still rendered largely helpless as Tiffany moved to reposition herself. Lifting her lips from his, she scooted up, now kneeling over his chest. Scott could feel her wetness against his chest, his mouth craving a taste of her sweet pussy, just barely out of his reach.

Suddenly raising herself away from him, Tiffany spun around, her back now against the wall and her ass right in front of Scott’s face, so close that, if he leaned forward, he was sure he’d be able to touch the lace covering what he so desperately desired.

It was unlike Tiffany to take control like this — so it was a surprise to Scott when his girlfriend shuffled back further, so much so that he could feel the soft, thin lace of her panties against his cheek. He pressed his face closer to her, eager to taste her wetness. His mouth pressed against the wet lace; Tiffany’s juices having soaked her panties. As she knelt over him, she had pinned his free arm down with her thighs, so he struggled, biting and licking at the material to uncover her smooth bare pussy. Finally revealing the lips, he buried his face in her hot mound, relishing her taste.

As Tiffany felt his lips on her pussy, a gasp escaped her and she threw her head back, enjoying the pure pleasure of the moment.

Scott swiped his tongue firmly over Tiffany’s clit before delving into her pussy as she ground her hips against him, allowing him to work himself free a little. His free arm hooked over her hips, pulling her closer as he strained against the tie, the only thing stopping him from taking her completely. He heard a soft whimper escape her as he sensed a wave of pleasure rolling through her body, pressing herself hard again to him. She reached one arm behind her, fingers tangled in his hair and guiding his head as he devoured her. Scott’s tongue probed his girlfriend deeper as she spread her thighs further for him.

Desperate to feel him inside her but enjoying his tongue too much to stop the pleasure, she settled on an alternate source for her satisfaction. Her fingers tugged his briefs to the side, his hard cock springing from their protection. As Scott’s mouth explored her pussy, Tiffany lowered hers to his cock. She felt his moan against her tender flesh as her tongue swirled around him, taking him deep. Sensing his pleasure only heightened hers, and they began tasting each other with a renewed sense of urgency, each spurred on by the evident pleasure of the other.

Tiffany was so focused on the Scott’s delicious, hard length that she didn’t register his movements beneath her. Too late, she realised that he had loosened his other tie, as two thick fingers thrust inside her pussy. A sharp cry rose from her throat, muffled around his thick cock. Her arousal was so heightened that it took only a few firm, swift strokes of Scott’s fingers, combined with his tongue on her clit, before she exploded in orgasm, her juices wetting Scott’s face as he eagerly tasted her.

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Sitting alone in my livingroom, I was shocked by the events that has just taken place. Suddenly, I realized the black stud’s “cum-soaked” sweaty bikini was still over my head and face. In disgust, and like an angry child, I removed them and threw them towards the front door. I cried in the shame and humiliation of knowing that I was not even close to being the “man” he was.

My worst nightmares of losing Julie to a younger and more masculine black stud had been realized. Or, so it seemed. It had been going on for over 3 months now, and the feeling of her finally coming back to me felt so shallow. After hearing that their relationship was pretty much “over” I couldn’t understand why he was fucking her, once again. To me, it didn’t make much sense at all. The manner in which he was doing so was insolent, like he was “rubbing it in my face” ven more.

I also couldn’t believe that I was actually sitting there waiting for Tra’mon to finish fucking my wife, Julie. In disgrace, I was waiting for him to return her to me so we can get our life back to the way it was.

But, that seemed more like a distant dream now.

With mixed emotions, I contemplated how my life would be now that Julie would be back. That is, if she came back at all. I wondered how she would perceive me. Now that she was fully aware of the extent of humiliation, and what the black man had been putting me through, how would she perceive me?

“Will Julie ever see me as the loving and respectful husband that I was, again?” I asked myself.

“Oh, Geez. Will Julie EVER be able to even see me as a man again?” I wondered, insecurely.

As I sat waiting with the most awful feelings of complete shame and utter defeat, I became lost in thought. Time had become insignificant as I tried to make sense of all that was happening, and what I was going to do next. The thought of running away and starting a new life with Julie entered my mind for a moment. Even the thought of calling the police and filing some sort of “false” charge for harrassment came to mind. But, that was merely a fleeting thought as I reasoned that I would surely get my “ass kicked” if I ever attempted such a thing. Besides, the less people knew about this the better.

That is when my cell phone “chirped” another incoming message.

Panicked, I had the dreadful feeling that the message would be from Tra’mon. And, it was. I looked at my phone and realized that it had been 35 minutes since I last saw him fucking Julie in the foyer of his condo apartment. My first thought was that he must have finished “using” her, and I jumped out of my seat.

“Don’t forget ’bout my shit either, boy.” the message read.

By now, I knew that the black man referred to his dirty, worn bikini underwear as “his shit.” Embarrassed, I glanced over to the little mesh bag sitting on the floor near Julie’s duffle bags. I didn’t even remember bringing them back from his apartment. Maltepe Escort Not at the time.

I was appalled by the thought that he was expecting me to continue “handwashing” his bikinis after my wife would be returning.

With such unreal arrogance, the young black man was expecting me to continue the demoralizing task. Even after he was seemingly “dismissing” Julie from his apartment he was telling me to continue this.

“W-What the?…” I moaned.

“H-He can’t POSSIBLY be serious?!” I groaned.

“How can that b-be?” I sniveled.

It was at that time when I heard light “tapping” of fingernails at my front door. My entire tall body became even weaker with fear. I rushed to the door and looked through the “peep” hole as scared as a rabbit. I could see Julie standing there, hunched over and completely naked.

She looked a complete and total wreck!

“Oh my gawd, Julie?” I screamed inside.

As I opened the door, Julie was standing there in the hallway literally “crouched over” in pain. Her arms were crossed and covered her bare, enhanced breasts. Her face was partially bent to the floor. She seemed embarrassed by her appearance, and for obvious reasons.

The black stud’s thick “cum” blatantly ran from her swollen pussy and was literally cascading down both of her inner thighs. Julie’s blonde, braided hair was a “tangled” mess, and looked like it was filled with the same thick seed. Julie’s partially hidden face was as red as I had ever seen it.

“Julie?… Julie?!” I cried. “Are y-you okay?” I asked in my startled and worried state.

Julie simply began walking inside. She was flustered and obviously in the deepest pain I had ever seen. My wife “winced” in pain with every step she took as she literally “tip-toed” her way inside.

“I-It’s fine. Just leave me alone, Richard.” she said, her voice shaking in pain.

I tried reaching out to help her, but as soon as I touched her hand and shoulders to assist she immediately withdrew.

“Don’t!” she yelled.

“Don’t touch me! Please. Just don’t touch me!” she screamed, slapping my hand away in the most abrupt and angered manner.

Taken aback, I simply withdrew my hands. Seeing her in such pain caused feelings of anger in me. I didn’t know how to respond to them since I have never had any backbone before.

“Wh-what happened, J-Jules?” I quivered.

“J-Jules?!” I repeated as she made her way to bedroom croched in severe pain.

“Richard, stop. You know what happened. Please, please just get me an ice pack from the freezer.” she said.

As I watched Julie pass me by in her bent over position I could see the black man’s cum spilling out from her backside. She was literally leaving a train of the black stud’s cum on the carpeted floor as she minced her way towards the bedroom. It was more than obvious that he had also fucked her in the ass, and I gasped Kartal Escort out loud.

“J-Julie? Wh-What? Did he h-hit you? Oh my gawd, Julie?!!” I cried.

“Richard, stop that! No, he didn’t! That doesn’t matter. Just get me an ice bag and some ibuprofen.” she said firmly.

Humiliated, I ran off to the kitchen and prepared an ice pack for my obviously well-fucked wife. I was becoming irritated by the sight of her being in such pain. I was demoralized beyond what words can describe.

When I returned, Julie was laying on her back on the bed writing in pain. I literally dropped the ice back when I finally had a straight on full view of her face. On her forehead, written in a thick black laundry marker, were the obnoxious words, “NIGGAZ’ FUCKHOLE.”

“Oh gawd, Julie!” I yelled.

“H-He wr-wrote on you?!!?” I stammered.

Julie didn’t seem to care. She didn’t care in the least, and she was actually becoming disturbed by the sound of my voice more than anything.

“Just give me the ice pack, Richard. Let it go.” she warned.

“Trey was just angry. Trey was just extremely rough and aggressive with me today, that’s all.” she stated as I handed her the ice pack.

Julie placed the ice bag onto her swollen and “beaten to a pulp” pussy. She winced in more pain as she tried holding it in place. Her nude body laying on the bed in such a “used” condition that I could hardly believe it.

“B-But, he wrote on you Jules. D-Do you know what he wr-wrote?!” I gasped.

“No, Richard. I don’t and it doesn’t matter.” Julie returned.

“Just leave it alone. It’s all your fault, anyway. Don’t make things worse.” Julie accused.

“M-M-Me?” I asked, in shock.

“Just let it go, Richard. Trey was so furious after talking to you. I’m sure that’s why he was so rough with me.” she explained, writhing in further intense pain.

I couldn’t believe the words coming from Julie’s lips. She was bascially telling me that I had put Tra’mon into this rough and overly-aggressive mood. She was saying that I had set him off.

“B-But, Jules. I-I didn’t do anything. I-I swear. I d-didn’t. I-I-I mean… he wrote all that stuff on y-you?!” I asked, grabbing a small mirror from the chest of drawers.

“Can’t you see wh-what he wrote?” I asked, holding the mirror up to Julie.

But, she just pushed my hand away. She didn’t want to look. My wife didn’t want to see the condition the young black stud had put her in. She simply didn’t care to.

“Just stop. It’s not his fault. I told you not to anger him like that, Richard.” she yelled.

“I warned you.” she lashed back.

“But, J-Julie… he wrote…” I began, wondering why my wife was actually defending the black man that had fucked her so brutally.

“Just leave me alone, Richard. It doesn’t matter what he wrote.” she yelled, pushing me away.

“I’m whatever he says I am. I’m whatever Kurtköy Escort he decides I am. Just let it go already!” she said.

“I’ll be fine.” she added.

Her words stunned me, once again.

“Just leave. Get out. I need to rest. Please, Richard. Please. Just go.” Julie returned.

Defeated, I just placed the 3 pain pills in Julie’s delicate pale hands. I began walking out of the bedroom with a feeling of helplessness. Part of me was angered as I turned and looked at how “roughly fucked” Julie was.

I was beyond shocked as she layed there so thoroughly used with that nasty writing on her forehead. Julie layed there after being fucked harder than she had ever been fucked before, and I was both worried and humiliated.

It was painfully obvious that Tra’mon was making another statement. He had written that on her forehead on purpose to get back at me in some sort of unusual way. He did that to “rub it in my nose” even more. My brief anger began to boil over as I watched Julie fall asleep minutes later.

Unsure of what I would do next, I stood looking out to the pool area for quite awhile. Part of me wanted to go down to the black man’s apartment and say something. I knew Julie might even be proud of me “if” I defended her honor and told him off.

But, the reality was that I was scared to.

Cowardly, I contemplated the way I was going to “run away” more than I thought about confronting him. That thought crossed my mind even more so. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about Julie and the things she had said earlier. With a defeated feeling, I couldn’t get her words out of my mind.

She had said so many things that hurt my pride. She had made so many references that I was a “lesser” man than the young black stud. She had told me that I could never defend her, like a real man should. These thoughts replayed in my head over and over.

It was around midnight when I finally decided that I needed to step outside and get some air. I “peeked” out into the parking lot first to make sure Tra’mon’s car wasn’t there. Like a “big pussy,” I was not yet ready to face the black man again. The thought made me feel weak in the knees.

Julie had been passed out for hours by now. I stood in the dark parking lot, alone, and thinking about how I could possibly manage this marriage after all that has happened.

To me, the young black stud had “ruined” my life. He had “ruined my wife, too. Nothing could have changed what happened, yet I worried about how I would be able to get over the horrific events of the past 3 months. I wondered why Julie was still defending him after all that had happened, and I was embarrassed by the cowardly feelings I had.

As I sat on one of the curbed concrete blocks in the parking lot, I out my head down into my hands to think. That is when I heard a whisper coming from the direction of the condo building entrance, and from the darkness.

“Richard?… Richard?” the heavy whisper shouted.

When I turned, I spotted a group of the other white husbands huddled between a sea of large bushes that bordered the fenced in pool area. I couldn’t tell who’s voice it was, but it was obvious they were hiding.

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The Best Summer Job Ever Ch. 02

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Here’s part two picking up with the return of Ellen’s daughter as promised. I write these stories as hobby and for my own enjoyment. I’m happy to share them once they’re done but never know how they’re going to be received. I was shocked by the amount of positive feedback chapter one generated and truly grateful for the kind words. Knowing so many of you enjoyed the first part was a good feeling. I only hope this installment and the others live up to your expectations. Hope you all enjoy and forgive me for any grammatical errors I missed.

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“Will you be here when I get back?” Ellen asked as she came out her vanity room, putting a pair of earrings on.

“I’ll head home and see you tomorrow,” I said from the bed still naked. We’d fucked all day but already I wanted her again.

“Are you sure?” she asked looking down at me. “I though you might want to say hello to Jessica.”

“I can meet her some other day,” I said sitting up on the bed. “I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Alright then. I really need to get going,” she said looking at the clock. “See you tomorrow hon,” she said kissing me as she turned to go.

“Bye Ellie,” I called after her.

I stood beneath the shower spray in her bathroom fearing this would be our last sex session in her room. There was no doubt that we’d keep finding a way to fuck each other, but these all day marathons were going to end. Maybe when my parents were away starting next week she could spend a day or two with me, but it wouldn’t be the same in my cramped little bed. It might be for the best though because if I didn’t start to wean myself off her I didn’t know how I was going to leave for school again in the fall.

Ellen was a beautiful mature woman and had a daughter that was almost my age. She’d been divorced from her ex-husband for a little over a year when we met. I was covering for her gardener who was away for the summer. Within weeks of me starting the job we started sleeping together. We’d been fucking nonstop since and seemed to crave each other more and more each day. She was rich and lived in a huge mansion, but that’s not what made me want her. Over the summer I realized I was falling in love with her, but for some reason she kept pushing me away even though I could tell her feelings for me were growing stronger all the time. Her daughter was getting back from her lengthy trip to Europe today, a present for graduating high school, and I had no idea what that going to do to us.

As I washed myself I found my mind filled with memories of Ellen. She had an amazing body covered with perfectly sun-browned skin. Her short brown hair with lighter highlights was cut to chin length. Her brown eyes became more beautiful every time I saw them and I’d come to love the bold nose I had once thought was too big for a woman. Her full breasts had a natural sag to them and her hips were just wide enough to remind me of her age and turn me on at the same time. The fine lines around her eyes, the faint stretch marks on her inner thighs, and drooping breasts all made me burn with desire for this woman who was old enough to be my mother. Without question though it was her hairless and insatiable cunt, with its dark, loose outer lips and slippery pink entrance that I’d come to crave to the point of obsession.

Finishing my shower, I dressed and headed home. My parents asked me why I was so glum that night and when I wouldn’t respond my mother start asking if I was having trouble with a girl. She was right but there was no way I could talk about Ellen with her, so I went to my room and spent the night staring at the ceiling trying to think of a way to keep our relationship alive. We had a little over a month left and I was determined to make the most of no matter what happened. The next morning I woke up and biked to Ellen’s just like I always did, except today I actually went there to work instead of straight to her bedroom for our morning sex. It was mid afternoon before I ran into Ellen that day.

“There you are Dan,” she said giving me a private look that told me she was missing our normal routine as much as I was. “I was just telling Jessica all about your great work in the garden this summer.”

“Oh… uhhhh… hi Ms. Swanson,” I said. It was hard not to slip up and call her Ellie like I always did. “Hello Jessica,” I added meeting her for the first time.

“Hello Dan nice to meet you,” Jessica smiled looking far more beautiful in person than she did in the photos around the house. Her hair was a shade lighter and much longer than her mother’s, but she had the same brown eyes. Her nose was smaller, her tan was a little lighter, and her body was slimmer but it was easy to see she had picked up all the beauty of her mother’s side of the family. Standing side by side I noted that she was a few inches shorter than her mother and had breasts that looked a cup size smaller. “If I’d known you were hiring hot gardeners like this I would have skipped the trip to Europe and stayed home all summer,” bağdatcaddesi escort she said looking toward her mother.

“Uhhhh…” I looked toward Ellen with an expression that screamed, ‘What the fuck?’ but she only shrugged as her daughter turned back to me.

“Relax I’m just teasing Dan,” she said extending her hand toward me.

“My hands are dirty,” I said looking down at them.

“I don’t mind getting dirty,” she said taking my hand and squeezing it. “I don’t mind at all.” I couldn’t believe how she was opening flirting with me when her mother was stood right there. The way she looked at me left no doubt as to what she’d do with me given the chance.

“Stop making him nervous young lady,” Ellen said to cut the tension. “I believe you have some suitcases to unpack yet?”

“Yes mother,” she said as she rolled her eyes and turned to go. It wasn’t my imagination that made her hips sway like that as she walk away.

“Ellie what the fuck was that.” I whispered when her daughter had walked out of earshot.

“What was what?” she said smiling. “Oh Jessica you mean? I guess we must share the same good taste in men,” she shrugged before giving me a quick kiss.

“You saw how she was acting and didn’t say a thing,” I said looking at my lover in shock.

“That was nothing. When she was fourteen I caught her in bed with the guy who used to clean our pool. I told him my husband was crazy enough to kill him and smart enough to hire a lawyer who could get him off with it, hoping it would scare him away. It worked because after that I never saw him again, but there were a steady stream of others. I tried to ground her but she kept on doing what she wanted to do with boys. I guess she must have inherited her mother’s sex drive,” she told me.

“But right in front of you like that?” I said still surprised over what had gone on.

“Relax hon she’s far from an innocent little flower. If she’s going to be sleeping with someone just for the sex I’d rather it was you,” she said with a grin.

“No fucking way. You can’t be serious Ellie?” I said.

“Why not? I know you wouldn’t hurt her and I’ve taught you well enough that she’d be in for a real treat,” she laughed.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was a… a…” I was looking for the right words.

“A cock hungry slut like her mother?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“Well that’s not how I would have said it but yeah,” I said laughing.

“I didn’t know if she’d like you or not, she has really strange tastes in men sometimes. Now that we know she’s at least a little interested, she’ll be trying to seduce you at every turn just watch,” she said shaking her head.

“I don’t want her,” I said taking Ellen into my arms. “I already have the only woman I need.”

“I know you don’t want her, but she always seems to get what she wants just like me. Try and resist her if you want, but I haven’t seen that look she was giving you since she had a much older boyfriend in high school. We forbade her from seeing him and she still had him fucking her in the pool while we were having dinner with guests inside,” she said shaking her head.

“Great so what is this going to do to us?” I sighed.

“Nothing Daniel. I don’t want to know what does or doesn’t go on between you two, unless of course I’m better in bed. You can tell me that,” she said with a kiss and a wink.

“Ellie I…” I didn’t know what else to say, this was getting downright bizarre.

“Think of her like Gwen honey, fuck her all you want just remember who you belong to,” she said. “Which reminds me, Gwen wanted you to come over and take a look at her garden for her. I’ll tell you more later. I’m going to give you a ride home after work,” she said with a suggestive smile before running off.

The rest of the day went by in a fog. I couldn’t begin to understand what Ellen was trying to accomplish by all but asking me to fuck her daughter and have a good time while I was doing it. I couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t have mentioned this potential volatile situation when she knew what Jessica could be like. I finally decided that she wouldn’t want me thinking of her daughter as a sex addicted little vixen until she’d shown her true colors. I guess deep down Ellen had been hoping that she wouldn’t show any interest in me. When Ellen came to get me for the ride home I though I’d at least started to make sense of the situation. She pulled her BMW, the car she drove most often, over when we had driven just a short ways beyond the front gate.

“You should drive,” she said opening her door to switch seats.

“Where are we going?” I asked knowing she wasn’t planning to drop me off without having sex first. I could only imagine how wet she must be.

“You know the place out past the city water supply?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said nodding. It was nothing but rundown roads and overgrown fields, the perfect place for our fuck fest.

“Good then drive,” she said. “Might as well beykoz escort get the first one out of the way now. I don’t want you running out of steam during round one,” she said bending over to start undoing my belt.

“What are you doing?” I said even though it was obvious what she was up to.

“Just keep your eyes on the road,” she warned. “I don’t want to have to explain this to the paramedics.”

I was thinking it would be over with quickly since I hadn’t cum since yesterday afternoon with her. Unfortunately she was onto me and proceeded to drag it out for as long as possible. Ellen gave the most incredible blowjobs and knew my cock almost as well as I did by now. Despite my protests, she teased me to brink of cumming before stopping again and again. When we stopped at a red light the older man in the car next to me gave me the strangest look. I can only imagine what kind of expression I must have had on my face.

Now I was really starting to get into it. The thought that someone might see us made me even more excited. I took a roundabout route to our destination and told Ellen the roads I was taking. She stopped for a moment and looked up puzzled, then realized what I was up to and happily went back to pleasuring me. Most women I’d been with sucked cock like it was a chore, but with Ellen you’d think there was nothing she rather do. Maybe it was just when she was with me though, since we clicked so well in bed. I’d never had an issue with going down on a woman, but it wasn’t until I met Ellen that I started to truly enjoy doing it. Suddenly, I found myself eagerly anticipating my chance to return the favor once we got there.

Ellen got louder and louder as we drove, exaggerating the slurping noises she was making and talking dirty. I already had the windows up, but I turned up the radio so no one would hear her in the next lane over. I finally resorted to telling her we were getting close to our destination. She forced the head of my cock to the back of her throat and used the swallowing motion I couldn’t resist to bring me off. I spilled a full load of cum into her mouth and some of it leaked out onto her chin. I bit my lip to hide my smile as she sat up, still wiping the cum back into her mouth, and kissed me.

“Daniel!” she screamed when she noticed the disgusted look the lady in the next lane was giving us. She ducked down her face turning beet red as I laughed and laughed and laughed. “You’re lucky I’m so fucking horny or you wouldn’t be getting any pussy tonight,” she said starting to laugh along with me.

“Relax Ellie. She probably just thinks I’m a rich kid getting a blowjob from an old hooker on the way home,” I said bursting out into laughter again.

“Old hooker?” she said squeezing my balls with an evil looking grin.

“Ok, ok, ok! I meant to say beautiful mature mistress,” I said.

“That’s a little better I guess,” she said letting me go.

“We just pulled off the main road,” I said. “I’m serious this time,” I said when she gave me a dirty look. She looked so cute peeking over the edge of the door on her side to make sure it was safe before sitting up.

“Pull over here,” she said. “I’m ready to fuck your brains out.”

Who was I to argue with that? I pulled over right away and she leaned over me to trigger the trunk release. By the time I had my pants done up again she was waiting with a nice thick blanket and wicker picnic basket.

“We’ll eat if there’s time between the fucking,” she said turning to move into the open field.

“Let me carry that Ellie,” I said catching up to her and taking the basket from her.

“Here looks good,” she said when we came to a grassy spot behind a stand of trees.

We hadn’t been looking long but she was right it looked perfect to me. I was ready to throw the blanket down over a pile of rocks if it gave me a chance to fuck her. I laid the basket down and helped her spread the blanket. We both stripped down as fast as we could but she was wearing just a dress over her luscious body and was lying down with spread legs looking impatient by the time I was naked. My cock was hard again already so she pushed my face away from her pussy when I tried to lick it and demanded I fuck her instead.

I fit the tip of my cock into her pussy and pushed it home. We kissed as I slammed down into her as hard as I could, driving the air from her lungs. Her pussy was so wet I glided in an out of her with ease and was soon rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. She screamed at me to give it to her and I somehow managed to fuck her a little harder. It was hard to believe it had only been a little more than a day since we last fucked. What would it be like if we went a week without each other? A month? A year?

After driving her to her first orgasm I slowed way down to let her recover. She gave me a tired smile and beckoned me to kiss her so I did. Taking her tits and pushing them together I licked her nipples just the way she liked it, still screwing her with slow caddebostan escort steady strokes. Soon she was ready to be fucked again and let me know by pulling me into her with her legs. I brought her close to cumming again and then pulled out telling her to roll over, planning to finish her off in style. I loved fucking her from behind because it let me admire her sexy round ass and she loved it because it let me fuck her just a little deeper.

Crouching behind her with my knees bent I fed my cock back into her gaping cunt. Looking down I could see her pink inner lips clinging to my shaft each time I pulled back for another stroke. I could also see the sides of her hanging breasts as they jiggled around with each jarring impact of my groin against her. The cum was ready to blow from my balls any moment now, but I knew she wasn’t quite there yet. I reached under to massage her clit and slapped her ass pumping into her a few more times before letting my load spill into her contracting cunt.

“I swear it’s like your pussy was made for my cock Ellie,” I said as I flopped to my back sucking in air. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you again since I went home yesterday.”

“Mmmm… that’s so sweet hon,” she said cuddling into me with a kiss. “I feel the same way. I’d keep your cock inside me forever if I could.”

“Fine with me,” I said smiling as I gazed at her beautiful face.

“I guess we should eat before you’re ready for more,” she said flipping my flaccid cock with her finger.

We ate together naked in the summer sun. Sitting close we shared a plate feeding each other, kissing between bites. She’d packed more than enough food for the two of us and we ate slowly chatting about all sorts of things. These were the times I cherished most with Ellen, well besides the sex that is. Whenever we did things like a normal couple, I was able to see what it might be like to be with her forever instead of worrying about losing her so soon. When we were done she sat in front of me and leaned back letting me nibble at her neck as we looked for shapes in the early evening clouds. The peaceful interlude didn’t last too long though. Our time alone together was far too precious to waste gazing at clouds.

“That one there looks like my pussy don’t you think?” she asked giving me a smile.

“Sure,” I said though there wasn’t a cloud in sight that looked anything like it. “But maybe I should take a closer look,” I said slipping out from behind her.

Giggling and moaning and squealing as I ate her, Ellen started to guide my head for a moment but then took her hands away. I already knew exactly how she liked it so all guiding me did was remove the element of surprise and anticipation. I decided to see how long she’d let me lick and finger her without touching the enticing target of her clit that hung near the top of her lips. After what must have been ten minutes or more she tried to start playing with it herself, but I shielded it with my arm and swatted away her hands. She tried to get me to lick it by moving her crotch instead but I lifted away from her and waited for her to stop moving before I went back to the outer lips again.

I was ready to fuck her again but wanted to finish bringing her off by eating her snatch first. It was so much fun to watch her squirm as I worked. She was fully aware of what I was doing but suffered in silence waiting for me to give her the release she needed. I waited until I could see her cunt opening and closing with involuntary pulses before taking the sensitive little nub into my mouth. The moment my tongue touched it, her legs started to thrash around wildly and her pussy gushed with juices that ran down my chin.

Without giving her a chance to rest, I climbed on top of her and slid my cock back inside. I thought she would ask me to stop, but she surprised me by yelling at me to start fucking her when I paused with it buried deep. I shook my head in wonder and gave my lover what she asked for. Pushing her legs back so I could fuck her at a better angle I pumped my hips for all I was worth. The way she was crying out I knew she was in the midst of one long drawn out orgasm after cumming so hard moments ago. She tried to last as long as she could but in just a few minutes she clung to me so tight I couldn’t move any more and I stopped to shower her with gentle kisses. We ended up staying in the field together until twilight, trying to squeeze in as much sex as possible.

“Oh I mentioned Gwen wanted you to look at her garden for her didn’t I? She said tomorrow night would be good if you wouldn’t mind after work,” she said to me as she drove me home.

“Sure I’d be happy to take a look,” I said.

“Thanks hon she keeps telling me she doesn’t know what to do with it,” she said with a warm smile.

“So what about us?” I asked more interested in when I’d get to fuck her again than talking about her friend’s garden.

“I’m not sure hon,” she said with a sad tone. “My daughter usually sleeps late so if you want to come up to my bedroom first thing in the morning there should time but it’s risky.”

“You could just tell her about us. That way we can keep doing what we’ve been doing all summer and she’ll leave me alone too,” I said thinking I’d found the perfect solution.

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I knelt in the corner of her room and watched her move about. Her movements were always graceful and purposeful.

I had been by her side for three months. Her business was booming and I helped with her books. I spent my working hours behind a computer and my lunchtime, on most occasions, under her desk between her beautiful legs.

Despite this, time together had been at a premium, and we decided to do something about it. We spent long hours planning a holiday, and the big day had finally arrived.

“Nearly packed, sweetie,” said Alice.

I was not packing. Alice had told me it wouldn’t be necessary. She told me to wait in the corner, and so that is what I did.

Our public games had come to an end, and for the most part we played in private now. Occasionally, Tim, Harold, or Robyn would drop in to have a bit of fun with me. We were one big, happy family.

Unfortunately, like most families at one time or another, tragedy had struck us. Harold had been recently diagnosed with cancer. His health was deteriorating, and it had hung over our holiday.

“Go,” he had said. “I wouldn’t want to stop this little slut from getting what she deserves.”

His voice had been surprisingly playful as he watched me, tied to a Sybian and being forced to orgasm over and over.

Finally, Alice stopped moving and locked up the bags.

“I love camping, Caz.” She used my nickname. “The wide, open spaces, the clear blue skies, and most of all the privacy.”

At the word ‘privacy’ she looked at me and winked. She helped me up.

“Come on. Let’s get you ready.”

She slowly unbuttoned my top while I watched her. Her touch always sent waves of shock through my body. She slid the blouse down my arms, exposing my bare breasts. I no longer wore underwear.

She stroked her fingers over my nipples a few times. They hardened at her touch. She then placed her mouth around one and sucked it softly. I could have jumped her then and there, but I had learned some control.

Finally, she unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor.

“Now let’s go down to the car,” she said, taking my arm.

The trip in the lift no longer worried me. I knew by now that most of the people in the apartment block had been to at least one of Alice’s parties. There wasn’t a single one of them who didn’t know me better than my gynaecologist.

We got to the car and Alice opened the boot of the big sedan.

“In you get. Belly down.” She gestured me to get inside.

I climbed in and lay face down. I had to bend my legs at the knee to fit in. Alice tied my wrists together, then my ankles. She pulled the two knots together and fastened them, holding me in a strict hogtie. She then rolled me on my side and placed a ball gag in my mouth. A strap around the back of my head held it in place.

“Now, little one.” She looked into my eyes. “I hope you’re not too comfortable.”

She attached clamps to each of my nipples. As each one bit into my sensitive skin, I gave a little scream. She slid an egg vibrator inside my already wet sex, and switched it on low.

“See you soon,” she said, and closed the boot.

The clamps on my nipples dug in. The vibrator in my sex was driving me wild. I felt every bump in the road, and I wanted to touch myself so badly.

In the darkness, I thought about that first weekend; the torment I had been put through; the denial of orgasm for so long; the moment when I had finally been allowed my release.

I knew Alice better now. I knew that she could deny me for as long as she wanted and I could do nothing about it. I also knew that she could give me pleasure that would send me to places beyond this world.

The car stopped moving. The engine died and there was silence, punctuated only by the tick of cooling metal. The suspension creaked as Alice got out.

The boot opened and sunlight shone in. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the silhouette slowly became Alice. I smiled as much as the gag would allow.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slut,” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

She untied my hands and feet and helped me out of the boot. There was no one around. The car was parked on the side of a dirt track. She took me by the arm and led me to the front of the car. I felt the rough ground on my naked feet and grimaced slightly.

“That’s the look I prefer,” said Alice.

She laid me on the bonnet, face down and facing the front. The paintwork was hot from the engine underneath. She spread my legs and tied each ankle to one of the rear view mirrors. Another rope went around my waist and looped between my legs so that it rubbed against my crotch. Alice tied a rope between the waist loop and the back of my gag. When she pulled it tight, Pendik Escort my head was forced up and back so that I now stared down the track.

Lastly, she took my arms and tied each wrist to opposite ends of the bumper. I was spread-eagled on the hood of the car like some grotesque ornament.

My breasts were pressed against the warm hood, causing the nipple clamps to dig in more. The vibe still hummed away in my sex.

“I always wanted a Rolls Royce, with that flying chick on the hood,” she said, looking down at me with a smile, “but you look so much cuter.”

The sun shone down on my bare back. She started the engine and set off. She didn’t drive too quickly, but it felt fast enough to me. The world came at me like I was on a rollercoaster. I was thrown about, pulling on my tied limbs, and the vibrations from the engine did funny things to my body. It was getting dark when we got there.

Alice pulled up and started to unpack, leaving me tied to the car. I watched as she put up the tent. She had done it before, I could tell, by the speed with which she did it.

She cooked her dinner. The smell from the barbecue was tantalising. She came over to me, removed my gag and kissed me passionately. I could taste the food on her, and felt my stomach rumble. She gave me a glass of water and replaced my gag.

“You snored pretty bad last night, angel. I don’t want you waking up any animals.”

I watched her go to the tent and saw her silhouette undress. Then the little light in the tent went out. I was left to squirm on the bonnet. The mosquitoes had a better meal than I did, and I couldn’t even scratch the itches.

I didn’t sleep much. As tired as I was, it was never going to be easy tied like that. When, finally, the sun rose I was grateful to see Alice come out of her tent pretty early.

“Good morning, hun,” she said. “I need you to kick start my day, sweetie.”

She walked up to me and pulled up her t-shirt. She undid my gag and then pressed her sex to my face. I licked diligently and realised I was tasting something very sweet.

“Oh yeah, hun,” she said, seeing the expression on my face. “I put your jam on there. We only have enough bread to make toast for me.”

I licked hungrily at the sugary sweetness of her until finally I heard a moan of delight escape her lips. She backed away and went about making herself some breakfast.

She took her time eating, but at last she untied me and helped me off the hood of the car. She told me to go take care of my lavatory needs but not to dare cum, like I needed reminding of that rule.

When I came back she had laid some clothes out for me.

“Get dressed, sweetie. We’re going for a walk. Don’t forget your backpack.”

I dressed, glad of some cover from the bugs that had been making a meal of me. Alice handed me the backpack. It felt heavy, and I heard a clanking noise as the weight shifted inside. I hoisted it onto my shoulders and we set off.

The track was fantastic. It was so peaceful up in the hills. We saw some wildlife and stopped for a picnic. Alice ate, while all I got was a glass of water.

Finally we came to a dead end and Alice turned to me.

“Through here, hun,” she said.

I followed her between two thick bushy trees into a small clearing, just big enough for the two of us. She grabbed me and kissed me more passionately than I could remember ever being kissed. Her tongue flicked against mine. My head was spinning, and I felt my sex stirring.

“Undress,” she said.

I didn’t argue and quickly undressed. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and lowered me into a kneeling position. She put a spreader bar between my legs and, unusually, she used padlocks to secure it in place.

With a small chain she locked the handcuffs to the spreader, trapping me in my kneeling position. She pushed a ball gag into my mouth and again used a padlock to secure it. I wondered why all this security was necessary.

I heard her moving about behind me for a while. She was whistling, which was a sure sign that I was about to suffer.

“Ok, hun,” she said as she walked around in front of me. “Behind you is a lump of ice with a key frozen inside. When the ice melts, the key will fall to your hands and you will be able to unlock your cuffs from the spreader bar. The rest of the keys are back at camp. I’ll see you there.”

My eyes widened as I looked at her, not quite able to believe that she was serious. How could she leave me like this?

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Not quite mean enough for you?” She reached into the backpack and pulled out a jar. “This should help.”

She rubbed some honey on my sex and upper legs. I moaned at her touch. As she walked away, she kicked over an ant hill Anadolu Yakası Escort that was in front of me.

I watched as the insects crawled up my legs, and felt the small bites on my most sensitive areas. It itched like crazy, and I hoped the ice wouldn’t take too long to melt.

The sun beat on my back. I felt the ants crawling all over my most intimate parts. Their tiny legs were amazing, their bites not quite so welcome. The pain kept my orgasm at bay.

Finally, after what seemed like hours I felt the key hit my back. At first, I couldn’t find it. I fumbled desperately and was just beginning to panic when I felt the metallic shape at my fingertips. I managed to get it in the lock and turned it. It opened with a click. I slowly got to my feet. My legs were stiff and sore.

I stood there, naked. My hands were cuffed behind my back. The spreader bar held my ankles about three feet apart, and the ball gag was locked in my mouth. I was going to have to walk back to camp like this.

I listened carefully. The only noises I could hear were birdsong and the wind in the trees. I struggled onto the main path. My movements were limited, and I knew I was going to need plenty of notice to get hidden if anyone else came along.

The stones on the path dug into my feet. My whole body had to move with every step. It was slow going. Dusk was drawing near, making it hard to see the track.

Despite my predicament, I was aroused. I thought of a group of guys finding me like this, then having their way with me. My sex was dripping. Some of the ants still clung to me, biting.

I saw the camp up ahead and started to move a little quicker. Then I saw something that made my heart sink. It was a car. Two more were parked behind it.

I heard voices, and tried to place them.

Slowly, I made my way closer, trying hard not to be noticed. I screamed into the gag when someone tapped me on my shoulder.

“Come on, hurry up.” I almost died from relief. It was Tim. “You’re the star attraction, slut.”

He took me by my arm and dragged me across the rough ground. My feet felt as though they were torn to shreds.

A camp fire blazed in the middle of the large clearing. Around it I saw Harold in his wheelchair, Robyn and Alice.

“About time, bitch,” said Alice. “You’ve kept us waiting long enough.”

I tried to say something through the gag in my mouth but it was useless. I looked at them, still feeling the ache in my sex, my juices flowing continuously down my leg.

“Time for some fun,” said Tim.

He crouched down and undid the spreader bar on my legs. I shook them, enjoying the feeling of freedom. He placed a blindfold on me. As I stood in the darkness, I felt an occasional hand touch me. I heard giggling. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a hammer hitting something solid into the ground.

I felt their hands under my arms, lifting me. They pulled my legs apart and lifted me higher still. I screamed as they tipped me and lowered me onto a thick, metal object. It penetrated my sex, deep and deeper. Just as I thought I could take no more, my toes touched the ground. I tried lowering myself to my feet, but I could take any more inside me.

They removed the blindfold. I looked down and jumped a little, but I was well and truly trapped. I wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure. The dildo was deep inside me and the steel bar firmly entrenched in the ground.

“You like that, slut,” said Alice. She gazed at me lustfully.

I stared back at her. The gag in my mouth stopped me from answering. I looked at the four of them as they smiled at my new predicament.

They left me there for a good hour or so. They ate, and drank, and enjoyed a laugh, usually at my expense. I was still unable to protect my naked body, and the bugs had a feast at my expense.

The food was driving me insane. Alice had cooked a roast on the barbecue, with all the trimmings. It looked and smelt like heaven. My stomach rumbled in protest. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days.

The wine was flowing, and everyone was having a good time except the poor blonde with a dildo rammed up her sex. I felt a little left out, but that was about to change.

The four of them surrounded me. They wheeled Harold in front of me, a control box on his lap. Tim ran wires from it and attached them to the dildo inside me. I watched him nervously.

Harold turned a dial slowly and I felt the dildo come to life. The vibrations were deep inside me, slowly building. My jaw started to tremble, my head dropped as I tried to breathe. Then he turned it all the way back down.

I stood there, looking at him. I felt my juices still flowing and I wondered how the hell I could produce so much when I was İstanbul Escort so thirsty. I looked at him in his chair, this little old man, torturing a girl young enough to be his granddaughter.

He turned the dial again, slowly. The vibrations built. My head dropped back until I was looking up at the star-filled sky. My chest heaved and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I could feel my sex convulsing and I knew I was about to cum. Again, he slowed it right down. I screamed behind the gag. My eyes pleaded with him.

“It’s funny, isn’t it,” said Alice, “how an eighty-year-old mute man can make you beg him.”

My face was stop-light red. I looked into his grey eyes, the one part of him that was still full of life. He turned the dial again. My heart was racing. My whole body was alive. I moaned behind the gag. Again my body told him I was close and again he turned the vibe down. I was absolutely manic, begging loudly behind the gag.

Harold’s body was shaking as he laughed at me. He toyed with the dial, teasing me. I begged him as best I could. He never stopped laughing.

They left me like that for a while. Robyn, Tim, and Alice ran their hands over my body. Every touch was like electricity through my body. The sweat beaded on me. My body was shaking.

Then I saw Alice. She stood there with her legs apart, a riding crop in her hand. Tim and Robyn stood next to her, also holding crops. They circled me.

They started to swat me all over with the crops. I squealed behind the gag. Harold started the vibe again. He quickly increased and decreased the vibrations. The crops hit me all over. I felt my body drifting, almost floating, then I almost launched myself off the dildo. My whole body was alive, and each time a crop hit me I felt another orgasm come. I went into subspace, and hoped that the feeling would last forever.

When I woke up finally, it was the next day. The sleeping bag was so warm I didn’t want to move. The sun shone through the opening at the front of the tent.

I got up, and realised I was still naked. I stretched out my jaw. The gag was gone.

I walked outside of the tent and stretched in the morning sun. Its warmth played over my naked body. I looked around and saw Alice walking towards me.

I noticed the other cars had gone. My friends must have gone home early.

“Morning, sweetie,” said Alice. She kissed me gently on my lips.

“Hey,” I said, realising I was pretty hungry and thirsty.

Alice knew I would be, of course, and brought me over a bowl of cereal.

“Sorry, hun,” she said, “that’s all that’s left.”

I didn’t care. I ate it quickly and washed it down with a glass of water that Alice poured for me.

We both sat and watched as nature passed us by. Finally Alice stood and took me by the hand. She led me into the tent, and zipped up the flap.

She stripped for me, slowly, and looked me in the eye as she lay down. I curled up next to her. I moved my body in close, pressing myself into her. I stroked my fingertips down her body and slowly across her sex.

I traced the tip of my tongue around her ear, listening to her breathing quicken. I looked down and watched as her chest started to move up and down.

I slid a single finger into her sex and started to stroke it around inside of her. I heard her inhale a deep breath, her body tensing up slightly, then relaxing.

“Christ, you know how to push my buttons, Caz.”

I smiled inwardly as I kissed down her neck, occasionally flicking my tongue at her flesh. I nibbled gently along her shoulder blade. Alice moaned with desire.

I slid a second finger inside of her and moved both of them in and out. I was careful to avoid her clit. Alice pretty much always needed some clitoral stimulation to cum, and I knew how to avoid it.

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked lightly on it. Her hips moved up, pushing at my fingers. Her breathing quickened.

I kissed down her body, feeling her rising and falling with her mounting passion. I kissed down her thighs, nibbling slightly, and removed my fingers from her sex.

I kissed along where her panties would normally lie. Her moans got louder. I could hear her almost praying for that touch. I slid the tip of my tongue between her labia, parting her sweet lips. I moved my tongue in circles like a building cyclone.

“God! Please, Caz hun!” Another moan escaped her lips, the once-mighty Domme falling again.

I moved up to her hard little clit and flicked my tongue across it. My two fingers returned her dripping sex, opening her and moving quickly in and out.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest moving up and down quickly. Her labia were crimson, swollen and ready for the spasms that would soon flow through her. The scream came and I felt her juices fly past my cheek.

She shook for a while before finally coming to rest. I curled up next to her, my head resting on her chest.

“Caz, hun,” said Alice, when she’d finally caught her breath, “will you marry me?”

I looked her in the eye.

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Sometimes I think that there’s no such thing as coincidence and then something happens that just blows that theory to hell and gone.

The other day I was at a local bookstore (a legitimate bookstore that has real books instead of xxx stuff). This particular chain has nice comfortable chairs spread around so that their customers can peruse books before spending outrageous sums of money on them. I was sitting there reading parts of a new book by Stephen King and Peter Straub while I sipped on a cup of latte that the bookstore so conveniently sells. It was about two in the afternoon and I was probably as content as I’d been in awhile.

For the record my name’s Marlene and I’m a transvestite, a crossdresser, a girl with that something extra thing. If you’ve read my stories before you know that I’m medium height, 145 or so pounds, gray/green eyes, a nice medically enhanced chest, nicely shaped legs and in general a really attractive, very exotic looking package. I dress full time now and live 24/7 as a woman. My taste in makeup and clothing is (well at least in my opinion) terrific. I don’t go in for the garish drag queen look (can you imagine me sitting in a bookstore looking like some Vegas showgirl with a cock?) but prefer an understated almost androgynous appearance—the more to mystify those who look at me with a mixture of wonder and more than occasional lust. On this particular day my blouse was a beige crepe that was tucked into a pair of black microfibre slacks. The belt was a thick gold chain that matched the one around my neck. My shoes were black three inch pumps and underneath I had on a black silk thong and a matching bra. I wear glasses when I read and these were copper titanium tinted gray. My hair was (and is) shoulder length auburn and my lipstick was a lovely shade of mauve. The whole package on that day was—-well it was really very attractive.

I was there for a half an hour when I felt rather than noticed someone sit in the chair directly across from me. After a few minutes I glanced up and saw that the someone was a very pretty girl of the mid twenties variety. She was blonde. That gorgeous blonde color that comes from God and not a bottle. I could see a spray of freckles across her nose and when she looked up to meet my gaze her eyes were a gorgeous green. Her blouse was a creamy cotton blend with two buttons opened. She had on a small string of pearls which looked great against her tan skin. She had on a navy blue skirt, beige hose and blue pumps. And she was reading the same book as I was. She was a really pretty girl in that very pretty Southern California way. I went back to my reading but after a few minutes I looked up at her just as she was looking at me. Our gazes locked for a moment and in that moment she chose to uncross her legs and give me a view up her thighs. She sat with her feet flat on the floor and her legs apart as she moved them back and forth and she smiled at me before going back to the book.

I’m not usually drawn to one on one situations with women but this girl was so lovely that I just had to strike up a conversation with her.

“Did you read the first book that they wrote together?”

“My boyfriend turned me onto it a couple of weeks ago when he found out this one was coming out.” She said.

“I read it a few years ago and need to read it again just so I can be up to speed on this one.”

She laughed and I laughed and we started chatting back and forth about books and boyfriends. After ten or fifteen minutes during which we’d introduced ourselves (her name is Chloe). We ended up at the latte bar and after a iced one each were decent acquaintances. After an hour or so of conversation we exchanged phone numbers and parted company. A few days went by and I came home to find that Chloe had left a message for çekmeköy escort me on my machine. She wanted to know if I wanted to meet her at a local bar for an afternoon drink. She said that she’d be there at three and hoped that I’d meet her. Even though she didn’t have that equipment that I generally go for I decided to see her just because she was cool and so damn likable.

I got there at three fifteen or so and she was already waiting at a window booth. I sat across from her and we ordered a couple of margaritas and talked. There was a lull in the conversation and she asked if she could ask me a personal question.

“Of course you can. But what if you don’t like the answer?”

“I think I will.” She said. “Are you something a little more than the average girl?”

I coyly asked “What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is are you really a guy in girl’s clothing?”

“Is that rather like a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” I asked.

“Cmon, answer me. I want to know.”

I told her that I was what she suspected and asked if it bothered her.

“Quite the opposite.” She replied. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I didn’t realize it at first but I think it’s ever so hot.”

I told her that being hot wasn’t the object of my life but that living like this is what I am.

“Well do you still have ALL the male parts? I mean are you still a guy or have you—-“

“I still have everything that I came with along with some extras.” As I said this I leaned forward to give her a view of my cleavage. She looked and then looked back up at me as I flicked my tongue over my lips.

“God you’re hot. You’re act just like some sexy woman except that you’ve a guy but without all the macho shit of a guy. I know you must hear this all the time but I have to tell you Marlene. I’m really attracted to you and I’ve never been attracted to a woman before. I like guys but you make me hot.”

I laughed and as I did I felt her foot on my leg. I looked at her eyes. “You know I’m not usually turned on by women alone. Usually I like women and men together but you’re an interesting girl.”

“I want us to go back to my place and for you to fuck my heart out. I wanna do it with you Marlene. Now.”

We both stood up and left together. We decided to take both cars and I followed her to a nice condo above Mission Valley. We walked in the front door and she turned to me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Our tongues were fencing and we were sucking eachother’s off and biting lips.

“I was rubbing my pussy all the way here. My panties are soaked through.” She said as she took my hand and put it under her skirt and onto her mound. She was soaked through and I ribbed her slit through the thin silk fabric and then put my fingers to my lips and sucked her juices off of them.

She led me to her bedroom and we both looked at eachother as we took our clothes off. She was naked much faster than me. Her body is as perfect as her face. She did a little pirouette for me so I could see it all. Her breasts were of the Cleopatra variety—about the size of a champagne glass with little upturned nipples. Her legs were the kind that can wear heels with no hose and look sensational. They led up to a tight looking little ass. I slowly undressed and when I got down to my red thong she watched as I took it off and gasped as my seven inch cockclit came into view. It usually takes a little action to get me hard but with Chloe I was partially there already.

“Oh my god you have gorgeous tits and your waist is so small. And your cock is sooooo pretty. Turn around so I can see your ass.” I too pirouetted and bent over to stick my ass back at her. My legs were spread and my cock and balls hung down for her to see. I looked back at her.

“You cevizli escort like what you see Chloe?”

“Oh yesssss!” She exclaimed as she led me to the bed and pushed me facedown onto it. I reached under me and tucked my cock down to that it was between my spread legs. She was on her knees behind me and she bent forward and licked up one thigh and then the other. I moaned and gave a shudder as she licked each cheek of my ass and then spread my cheeks and stuck her tongue up my asspussy without any preamble. My ass rose up to meet her tongue and she fucked me with it. Her hands found their way to my stickpussy and balls and she rubbed her thumb on the glans. She moved her mouth down and licked the underside of the head and made me crazy. She kept licking my cock and then my balls and then my ass going back and forth from one to another. I turned over before she could make me cum and she fell onto my breasts and fastened her lips around an erect nipple.

“I’ve never sucked another girl’s tits before. This is heaven.” She said as she bit down on it. Her hand was stroking my cockclit and her mouth was on my nipple and I myself was in heaven. This girl was absolutely wonderful. I moved my hand to cup her pussy and she was absolutely drenched. She moaned around my nipple as two of my fingers found her clit and pinched it ever so softly.

“Chloe you’re so ready for something up inside of you.”

“Oh yeah Marlene, stick it in me. Stick your big clit up inside of me.” She moaned.

But instead I pulled her on top of me so that her knees were straddling my face and pulled her pussy to my mouth. I’m a fabulous cocksucker and am told that I’m just as adept as a pussy eater. My fingers held her lips open and my tongue danced over her exposed clit flicking at it and then sucking it’s hardness in between my teeth. Her hands were on her tits pinching the nipples and kneading them. Her head was thrashing from side to side/

“Oh god yes Marlene. Eat me baby. Goddamn you’re gonna make me cum. Ohhh—“

She cried out as an orgasm hit her. She was a liquid girl and her pussy juice ran over my mouth and I tasted her. She was so fucking hot. She fell off of me and rolled onto her back with her legs spread. “Cmon Marlene.” She moaned as she plunged her hands into her cunt rubbing furiously. I love guys but this was too much for me. I positioned myself with the head of my cock at her pussy hole. She was looking up at me. Eyes kind of glazed over. “I’ve never had a girl with a dick and gorgeous tits fuck me. Stick it in me.”

And I did. I sank into her all the way and her legs went around my waist pulling me into her. I started fucking in and out of her and she heaved up to meet me as if trying to draw my body into hers.

At this point I heard the front door open and close. “Chloe? You there honey?” Said the male voice from the front entrance. Well this is kind of enough to kill a moment. I looked down at her and she up at me.

“Oh fuck! It’s Jeff. My boyfriend. He has a key.” Well no shit. “He must have gotten off early.”

With that the door to the bedroom opened and Jeff was standing there looking at one and three quarters naked women frozen in a position of absolute lust. We were both looking at him when he turned on the lights. “What the fuck!?” Was all he could say. And then I realized that I knew this guy. I had met him at a bar in Old Town awhile back. We had ended up in his car with my head in his lap and then his in mine and then both of us in the back seat with our heads in eachother’s. I remembered that he had a nice dick and that he told me I was the first cock he’d ever sucked which I didn’t believe cause he was too fucking good at it. While all our eyes were locked on eachother I saw that glimmer of recognition in his. erenköy escort I could have blown the whole thing open (what a pun) but I decided in that brief moment not too.

“Hi—ummm I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on? Well it’s just one of those things and well I’m really sorry if I’ve fucked up your day. Maybe I can make it up to you?” I said as I got off Chloe.

“Jeff—oh shit this is Marlene and we met and one thing led to another and—-“

As she was babbling I moved off the bed never losing eye contact with him and moved across the floor to where he was standing. I ran my hand down the front of his shirt to his pants and sank to my knees in front of him. “Let me make this up to you.” I said as I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He was looking down at me as I took out his somewhat familiar cock and stuck it in my mouth. I raised my eyes to meet his as I sucked him into my mouth. His previous dismay had left and now his brain was trying to figure out how to take advantage of all this without blowing his cover. I stopped and looked back at Chloe. Her eyes were locked on his. “Cmon baby, this is all going to be OK. Let me make him a little happy and I’ll make you happier still.” She sat down on the edge of the bed with her legs spread and started fingering her clit while she watched me suck him. I was swirling my tongue around the head of his cock while my hand slid up and down the length of it. He was an average size but with impressive girth and he stretched my mouth.

“Oh goddamn you’re a good cocksucker. Makin my dick crazy.” He said as he held my head and fucked in and out of my mouth. “Chloe baby, I don’t know what was going on but come on over here and love me with her.” Chloe got up and came over to us. She got behind Jeff and spread his ass cheeks and then started licking his crack while her hands massaged his big balls. With the two of us sucking and eating him I knew he wouldn’t last long and that was what we both wanted. We wanted him to get off so we could get back to eachother. Chloe now had two fingers up his ass and I was deepthroating him while swallowing his cock with my throat muscles. He was moaning and babbling about how this was incredible. He grabbed my head and gave three or four hard thrusts and flooded my mouth with cum. I swallowed as fast as I could and held him into me licking the ultra sensative head of his dick until he cried out and pushed me away. I let a little bit of his cum run out of my mouth and it dripped off of my chin.

Chloe had manuevered herself between my legs and had my hard cockclit in her hands and in her hot mouth sucking me like a vacuum. It was like she wanted me to cum so badly that she was trying to will it from me. “Cmon Jeff. Please get down here and look at this gorgeous girl dick with me.” She said as she stopped momentarily and looked up at him. “Please.”

Jeff, unbeknownst to her, had seen this particular girl dick before and needed no coaxing

to get down near it. He watched her suck me for a few moments and then she took her mouth off of me and pointed the head of my clit towards him. “Cmon baby. Taste it for me.” She moaned to him. He darted his tongue out and flicked the end of me making me shudder. Then his mouth just folded over me and he took me all the way into his mouth and swallowed me. “Oh yeah suck that girl dick baby! Suck her til she blows her cum into you!”

He was sucking my cock while she rolled my balls around with her fingers making them hurt just enough to make me crazy. Then her fingers invaded my asspussy and she was wiggling them around playing with my prostate. “Put em all in lover! Finger fuck my ass! Make me cum!” I almost shouted as the sensations from the two of them first pointed me at and then pushed me over the edge. Cum blew out of my clit into Jeff’s waiting mouth. He pulled off and I pulsed a couple more shots that the two of them got. My cum in both of their mouths as they french kissed passing it back and forth. Then they both took turns kissing me.

All in all it was a very nice time for all!

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My youngest daughter Julie is a grad student at a local university and lives with me. I’m a 48-year-old mother of three. Although gravity and three kids have taken their toll, I still have large smooth tits, a nice round ass, and I am regularly told I look much younger than my age. I like to think I’m still attractive to men of all ages.

A few weeks ago, Julie brought home a couple of cute fellow students to study, Joe and Roger. They were both handsome, with athletic builds — strong arms, firm abs, and nice, tight butts. They were dressed in t-shirts, one wearing jeans, and the other in loose walking shorts.

After what looked like a few hours of studying, she told them it was time to leave because she had to take a bath before she had dinner and went out that night. We have a very large bathroom with a Jacuzzi, mirrored walls, and walk-in closet. She left them at the table to draw the bath, then went to her room to grab a change of clothing. She thought the boys had already left, but unbeknownst to Julie, the boys only pretended to leave. They actually sneaked into the bathroom and hid inside the closet, which had slats through which they could peek at her while she bathed, unnoticed.

But I was spying on the spies. I had arrived home earlier but kept quiet so as not to disturb their studying, and was listening to everything that was taking place. After I saw them hide in the closet, I made my presence known to all by slamming the front door and loudly announcing that I was home from work.

I probably should have been angry about the Peeping Toms hiding in the bathroom, but I hadn’t had sex in quite some time so I was feeling very horny and more than a little mischievous. I would never have let them see Julie naked, but decided to pretend that I didn’t know they were in the closet and planned to innocently strip completely naked in front of them and do a little teasing in the process. I’d never done anything like this, and the idea was totally turning me on.

But first I had to quickly get rid of Julie. I told her I was very tired from work and could really use the hot bath to relax. I needed her to go to the store to run a few errands and pick up a few things. I wrote up a list of errands that would take her to three different stores and occupy her for at least 90 minutes, giving me more than enough time to leisurely work my plan. She resisted lightly, but relented, and left the bathwater running for me.

When I saw her car finally leave the driveway, my fun really began. I quickly put on my sluttiest lingerie, with a red half-bra that showed the top half of my nipples over the lacy top, and matching mesh panties under my clothing. I took a few deep breaths to slow my racing breathing and walked as casually as I could muster into the bathroom, with my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do — this was totally unlike me, and I had an entire swarm of excited butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I was wet already, just thinking about what I was about to do. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath; it was now or never. I was hoping I wouldn’t chicken out. Before I could think twice, I quickly lifted the snug t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

This left most of my tits showing. My nipples were already rock hard and standing at attention, poking straight out above the lace. I walked around the room briefly, pretending to look in some drawers, but really gathering my nerve up for my next big step. Taking a shaky deep breath, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled my hips to work them down my legs. This left me in just the mostly see-through panties. As a former dancer, I’m still pretty limber, and I faced away from the closet and touched my toes, grabbing my calves with straight knees, as though I was stretching my hamstrings.

In reality, I was aiming my pussy directly at the boys in the closet, and sneaking a peek back at them from between my firm legs. In this position, they could see everything I had, my swollen pussy lips covered by a thin, transparent mesh fabric, barely 18 inches away from them. From between my legs, I could see the shadowy outlines between the slats, and knew that their eyes were locked on my throbbing cunt. Pretending to stretch further, I slowly shifted by weight back and forth, bending each knee in turn, which shook my hips, teasing them with the view of my pussy wiggling back and forth. I could feel myself getting even wetter. I could smell my turned-on scent wafting across the room. I hoped they could smell me too, giving them another sense to experience Maltepe Escort me in more depth and detail. Smelling was almost like tasting.

I stood back up in front of the mirror, as though I was admiring my large tits, while the young men watched. They swayed in the mirror, and I lifted them up and let them fall, making them bounce and jiggle, then pinched and pulled out the hard nipples, which always makes me hot – it has a direct connection into my cunt, shooting electricity right into my clit. It sent a shiver through me, top to bottom.

I thought about declaring victory and ending the show right there. They’d seen most of my swollen pussy and I could walk away hot and wet, and masturbate myself into a frenzy in my bedroom. But showing myself off, was proving so exciting that I didn’t want it to stop. It was show time. With another deep breath for courage, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my sheer red panties and slid them down my legs, bending over at the waist with straight knees, again stretching out my hamstrings, and giving the boys a total view of my bare pussy. Sneaking another peek back through my legs, I could see the shadows moving, and could hear the slow, stifled sound of pants being unzipped. The thought of the two hot young hard-bodies masturbating while watching me totally naked just a few feet away made my legs weak and I had to stand up and clutch the sink to avoid falling completely over.

This was making me much hotter than I expected. I’d only intended to do a gentle strip-tease, but now I desperately needed to give them the complete show. The sky was now the limit. I pulled out a bottle of slick moisturizer and slowly spread it all over my firm stomach and tits. I rubbed it in thoroughly, enjoying the cool sensation of the lotion on my hot skin, pinching my slick nipples. I spread it luxuriously over my thighs and bent way over to rub it into each calf, again aiming my hot pussy straight at the closet. In the mirror’s reflection I saw shadowy movement through closet door and heard some quiet friction then muffled moans. They were both cumming while watching me!

The image in my head of two young studs working their meat just a few feet away while staring at my naked body made me so horny I almost came, without even touching my pussy. I realized that we had another hour left and these young boys would be hard and ready again in a matter of minutes. I was so worked up; showing myself off to them was the most sexually exciting thing I’d ever done. This was opening up a whole new world for me I didn’t know about. I was really enjoying this and wanted it to last and last.

I didn’t know when, or if, I’d have another exhibitionist opportunity like this, and could feel a powerful orgasm welling up inside of me. I was still hot from knowing they’d just cum all over their hands and were still looking at me, with wet, sticky fingers. I needed to cum so bad, and I knew that I was going to give them the biggest show I could in order to do it. I thought about the encore I was going to create for part two.

I dug around in the drawers for my razor. I pulled it out, along with a can of shaving cream and sat on the stool, facing the mirror, as though I was going to trim my already close-cropped pussy hair. I sat back on the stool and put my feet up on the sink, spreading my legs as widely as I could, giving the boys a perfect view of every inch of my cunt, inside and out. In the mirror I could see how engorged my lips were. I had never been so turned on before; there was a river of moisture literally trickling out of me. I squirted out a handful and began lathering myself up good, taking special care to rub my clit and lips. I “accidentally” used too much, and had to spread the white cream all over my inner thighs, and inside my now throbbing cunt I’d forgotten that this was mentholated shaving cream, which made my entire pussy sting and tingle, increasing the sensation tenfold.

Through the creamy lather, they could surely see how red and swollen my lips were. I heard a slight creak on the closet’s wooden floor — they were adjusting their positions to get a better view inside of me.

Imagining there eyes all over me, my pussy raged and I forgot all about the shaving razor. I started rubbing my clit furiously, working the cool shaving cream all around it, while shoving two, then three, then all four fingers of my other hand in and out into my cunt. Strutting around naked had made me incredibly hot, but masturbating in front of them nearly drove me senseless.

I almost made eye contact with Kurtköy Escort the closet peepers, but didn’t want to let them know I knew that they were there and scare them. They were just shadowy outlines behind the open slats, but I knew they were intensely watching my flying fingers work my hard clit, as I slammed my fingers into myself with total wild abandon.

I could hear the quiet sound of skin-on-skin friction behind me, and I imagined for a minute what would happen if they couldn’t contain themselves and burst out of the closet to have their way with me. I would appear shocked, and start to cover my nakedness, then allow myself to be ravaged fiercely by these two young studs. I would blow each one of them, sucking them deeply into my mouth, feeling the warm, smooth hardness, while simultaneously jerking off the other stiff cock with my free hand. Or maybe I’d take them both at once, blowing Joe on my hands and knees while Roger pounded me hard and fast from behind, causing my tits to jiggle, while Joe’s slick cock stuffed into my mouth stifled my screams of absolute pleasure.

Then, before they came, I’d have them switch places, so I could taste myself on Roger’s hard cock he’d withdrawn from my sopping cunt, and letting Joe’s earlier oral invasion now rock me from behind. If sufficiently lubed, I might even let Joe fuck me in the ass. I liked anal occasionally, and I was so hot that this his cock would slide easily into my tight butthole.

They were young and so much less experienced – they didn’t know it but I was more than enough woman for both of them at once. I could show them what a sexy and very skilled slightly older woman could do to a man. No woman in her twenties could fuck like one in her forties, they’re too insecure about their figures and unsure about their sexuality. I could fuck them both until they begged for mercy, then I’d fuck them again. The second time I’d have them pull out and cum all over my face and tits, smearing their hot jizz into my skin, like a porn star.

It almost made me open the closet door myself, to catch them, shocked, with their hands on their cocks and pants around their ankles. I could then fuck them both mercilessly then swear them to secrecy by telling them that I’d call the police if Julie ever found out. But as horny as the thought of being simultaneously penetrated by these two hard cocks made me, I couldn’t take that risk. I knew Julie would never forgive me if she found out.

Nevertheless, the image of taking these two young studs at once and the sound of them jerking off just two or three feet away behind a thin, unlocked door sent me screaming over the edge. I alternated between vigorously rubbing my clit, slamming my fingers into my cunt, and occasionally pinching my nipples until they were red and painful. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, nearly causing me to fall off the stool.

I could hear them cumming too, watching me abuse myself. That made me even hotter, which I didn’t think was possible, and intensified an already sensational orgasm. My cunt twitched and throbbed as my body was wracked with the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I was nearly senseless, as wave after wave hit me, jerking me like a rag doll. I screamed “Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!” at the top of my lungs. My neighbors down the block must have heard me; I was beyond control. I was a wild animal in the throes of mindless bloodlust.

I was giving these guys the show of their lives. This was how a realwoman cums, and I knew they were going to be masturbating to this image of me for years to come.

I slumped forward, thoroughly spent, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath, my forehead resting on the cool sink. I stayed that way for five minutes, naked, as my fluids drained out of my battered pussy, leaving a huge stain on the fabric-covered stool. I lifted my head and caught my face in the mirror, flushed and sweating. I smiled at myself and staggered uncertainly to my feet. Cunt juice dripped down my leg and I took a washcloth and wiped the remainder of the shaving cream off my legs and sensitive spots.

Standing in front of the mirror in all my naked glory, I reveled in what id just done, imagining the satiated boys behind me, their sticky hands still clutching their fading cocks, astonished at the slutty show they’d just witnessed. I felt like a cheap whore, who’d just performed for a hooting frat party or bachelor party. And it felt great. I loved feeling this dirty; it was good to let my inner slut out with total abandon.

I heard a tiny squeak in the Kartal Escort closet and thought I’d play with the boys a bit, glancing into the slats and taking a step toward it, as though I was going to open the door. I could imagine the moment of total panic this caused the boys, who thought they were about to be discovered. Instead, I seemed to change my mind and turned away, and mumbled out loud that I needed a nap. I then limped out the doorway and down the hall toward my bedroom, my battered pussy throbbing.

I loudly collapsed face-down onto the bed, angling myself so I could see the reflection out my door in the bedroom mirror. I started to breathe slowly, deeply and loudly, as though I had fallen asleep. After a few long minutes, I heard the closet door slowly creak open, quiet whispering debating whether I was asleep, then tip-toeing down the hall. They needed to pass my bedroom to get away, and I’d left my door wide open. I’d also splayed my legs as widely as I could, to give them one last look up into me, one more treat to remember me by. I heard the wood floor squeak as Joe approached my doorway and saw him peeking slowly and carefully into my bedroom, to avoid getting caught. I continued my slow and steady breathing, but was watching every movement in the reflection through mostly closed eyelids.

Joe quickly crossed my doorway and motioned for Randy to follow. Randy tip-toed past, taking a quick glance at my still, naked form on the bed. After crossing, I heard him stop and turn back, then saw him peek around the corner to take one more lingering look up into my still-tingling cunt and the river of hot fluid still pouring out of me, leaving a dark stain on the comforter. I couldn’t believe that I was still so hot that I was still leaking! Randy pulled out his phone and took a low-resolution photo of me. He couldn’t see my face in the photo, but I knew he’d be masturbating to my image and memory for many years.

Shortly, I heard the back door open, then close, and a car engine roar to life, pealing down the street. At that point, I sat up, and felt I deserved a treat for a job well done. I pulled my dildo-shaped vibrator out of my nightstand and cranked it up to its highest setting, buzzing loudly. My pussy twitched; it reacted to the sound like Pavlov’s dog. I slammed it into my wet cunt to the hilt, jamming it in and out hungrily, I desperately needed to cum again, and brought myself to a mind-blowing orgasm almost immediately.

Wave after wave rocked me as I lay naked on the bed, legs spread widely. I watched myself in the mirror, remembering the thrill of exhibiting myself to the young men, the slutty degradation of performing for their hungry, staring eyes, of showing my most private sexual acts to an audience of strangers. I felt like a filthy whore and loved every second of it, the exhilarating sexual freedom of the pretense and pretext of being alone. Everyone masturbates occasionally, but good girls don’t do it for others, and certainly not for strangers. And that was why it felt so good, to do something so nasty in the safety of my own home, to be in total control of not one, but two young studs, having them feasting on my body and my promiscuous, sexual abandon.

I knew that I’d opened up a side of myself that I didn’t know existed, but knew that I’d be seeing again very soon. This was now who I was, what I needed. I’d be even more adventurous next time. Perhaps I’d touch them or let them touch me, or exhibit myself to others who weren’t hiding in secret but watching the show and making eye contact with me, in a public or private exhibition.

I laid spread out on the bed for at least 15 minutes before I could sit up, then hobbled to the bathroom, my pussy stinging from the massive abuse it had suffered at my own hand. I walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower and saw that the closet door was swinging wide open. In their hurry to escape, they hadn’t closed it. I reached inside to pull out my bathrobe and saw many globs of white cum dripping down off the inside of the door and puddling on the floor; they came so much. I touched one of the streams with my index finger and felt its sticky warmth. I brought the finger to my mouth and rubbed it all over my lips, then licking them clean, tasting the delicious saltiness and reveling in the flavor and all it represented. I repeated this with the cum dripping down the other door, to experience both men, tasting the slightly different flavors.

I don’t always let men cum in my mouth, but I needed to taste these two. They were absolutely delicious, and added a new dimension to the day’s experience. I’d remember the tanginess and decided that I was going to taste the next man I blew to compare the flavors.

I stepped into the hot shower and let the hot water wash me clean. But not too clean, I was going to stay a very dirty girl.

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You hated when I mouthed off in public. Not only was it a challenge to see how much I could get away with before you got agitated, but it meant that if you didn’t accept my challenge, I’d be a brat for the rest of the day.

You grabbed my hand and dragged me in between two buildings where we were slightly shielded by a stack of crates and boxes that had been dumped. I smirked at you about to mouth off again before you grabbed my neck and held me against the wall behind me while yanking my underwear down to my ankles. I unbuckled your pants and I lifted one of my legs as I guided your cock inside me. You hoisted my leg up while maintaining the hold on my neck and drove yourself as deep inside me as you could go. I quickly lost the words I’d been ready to say as I gripped your shirt and started to moan. You forced your fingers in my mouth and pounded against me hard.

“Don’t you think you should quiet down so that we’re not caught? It’s bad enough that you’re so content being fucked where people could possibly see just how slutty you can get.”

At kaynarca escort the sound of your words I suddenly remembered where we were. I could tell you heard my breathing get heavy as I struggled to cover myself and push you away. You laughed and moved away just enough to turn me around and pin me against the wall again. I closed my legs and held them tightly together only for you to spread my ass cheeks just enough to allow your cock back into my pussy. I could barely keep my voice low as you pounded into me, pushing me against the wall. I couldn’t help myself, and I grasped for your hips so I could pull you deeper into me. You groaned in my ear and drove me against the wall, my stomach flattening against it.

Your voice, in my ear again. “You’re pathetic pet. So many people walking by, and yet you’re dripping all over my cock”.

I whined and felt my legs growing weak from your strokes. I didn’t care who was seeing, I needed you inside me badly. I felt your hand strike my ass and I yelped before pushing my dress küçükyalı escort against my mouth to stifle the sounds. Your hand struck my ass again and I bit down on the fabric and felt myself cumming on your cock.

“Now pet… you know better than to cum without asking.”

Shoot. I’d been so horny I’d forgotten. Before I could speak, you’d pulled away from me and had forced me onto my knees against the concrete. Your cock was in my mouth and you were fucking my throat aggressively. I could tell the thought of getting caught was making you reckless, the paranoia turning into adrenaline. I gagged and drooled as I knew you wanted, my eyes not leaving yours as you continued. I felt myself dripping and felt much hornier just from licking and sucking your cock, and you knew it. I gasped for air and you smiled, knowing if I could then I wouldn’t have wanted to breathe.

“I’m running out of words to describe what a disgusting mutt you are, sweetheart.”

I pouted and ran my hands under your shirt from where I still knelt sancaktepe escort on the ground. I took your cock back into my mouth and you rubbed my cheeks with your hands. You held my head and my eyes began to tear up from having you down my throat.

“What a beautiful sight, darling. You’re such a good little pup.”

I pulled away, gasping for air and drooling. I stood up again and whimpered, spreading my legs. You put your fingers in my mouth and held my jaw open before slipping your cock inside me again. I was sure someone heard me that time. I was whining and panting pathetically, and you were laughing and degrading me.

“Now you’ll stop being a brat when we go out. You’ll behave, like a good little baby should, right?”

I blushed because you were still holding my mouth open so all I could do in response was drool on your fingers. You slapped me, and I pouted before you grabbed my hips and shoved into me.

“You’re so pretty when you’re upset, honey. I can’t take it.” You leaned forward and bit my neck as you thrust inside me again, and I knew you’d reached your limit. I whimpered again as you came inside me, your hands still gripping my hips.

“You’re so mean to me!” I said after you’d stopped and were holding me against you. You smiled and pecked me on the lips.

“You’re a brat.”

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Hatta Burak, belki biirşeyler olur diye Handenin hentbol antremanına gitmeye başlamıştı.
Been de Tubaya yakınlaşmaya çalışıyor, yanına gidiyor, biirşeyler ısmarlıyordum.
Handeyle Tuba da, Burakla been gibi çook iyi arkadaştır.
Biirgün yine kantinde Tubayla konuşurken konu sexe geldi.
Daha önnce hiçç öpüşüp öpüşmediğini sordum.
Öpüşmediğini, amma nasıl biirşey olduğunu çook merak ettiğini söyledi.
Biir süre havadan sudan konuştuktan sonra Handeyle ikisini akkşam okey oynamak bahanesiyle bizzim odaya davet ettim.
Ama amacım belliydi tabii.
Teklifimi kabul etmişti ve onun da istediğini anlamıştım artıkk.
Akşam odaya geldiğimde Burağın da Handeyle epey yakınlaşmış olduğunu öğrendim.
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Biirkaç saat sabırsızlıkla bekledik.
Gece 01:30 gibi nöbetçi öğretmen uyuduktan sonra Handeyle Tubayı pencereden içeri aldıık.
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Biir süre konuştuktan sonra Vodkalarımızı yudumlayarak okey oynamaya başladık.
Handeyle Tuba ortak, Burakla da been ortaktım.
Taşlar dizildikten sonra been, “Ama böyle boşboş oynanmaz ki!” dedim.
Kızlar da, yarın merkezde biir dönercide öğle yemeğine oynamayı teklif ettiler.
Burak, “Been o kaddar küçük biirşey içiin oynamam! Eğer biz kazanırsak sizlerle öpüşelim, siz kazanırsanız da Berkle been öpüşürüm!” dedi.
Kızlar önnce biir şaşırdılar, amma sonra gülümsediklerinde, been bu iş oldu dedim.
Ama Burağın aldığı risk çook büyüktü, kaybedersek erkek erkeğe nasıl öpüşecektik? Sonra boxerının içiinden çıkardığı taşları görünce hile yapmak istediğini Ataşehir Escort anladım.
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Dillerimiz adeta dans ediyor, biirbiiri etrafında dönüyordu.
Hayatımın en zevkli öpüşmesini yaşadığımı düşünürken, Burağın da yanda Handeyi kucağına almış, şapır şupur götürdüğünü gördüm.
Daha çook tahrik olmuştum, elimi Tubanın göğüslerine atıyordum ki, elimi tutup, “Daha bunu kazanmadın, hadi biir parti daha oynayalım!” dedi.
Bu sefer neyine oynayacağımızı been seçecektim.
Ortaklarımızı değiştirmeyi teklif ettim, artıkk beenim ortağım Tuba, Burağın ortağı da Handeydi.
Kaybeden çift, kazananın önünde sevişecekti.
Kızlar bunu da kabul edince, onların da bizden aşağı kalır yanı olmadığını anladım.
Neyse oynamaya başladık.
Tabi herkes kaybetmek içiin oynuyordu.
Sonunda Burakla Hande kaybetti.
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Dayanamdaım been de Tubanın dudaklarına yapıştım.
Bu kez elimi o koca memelerine attığımda itiraz etmedi.
Elim yavaş yavaş aşağı doğru iniyordu.
Göbek deliğinden yeni traşlanmış amına kaddar indim.
Amı sırılsıklam olmuştu.
Bu sırada Burak ve Handeden inleme sesleri gelmeye başlamıştı.
Parmaklarımı biirden amına geçirdiğimde Tuba acıyla karışık biir zevk çığlığı attı.
Hemen Tubayı kaldırdım ve soymaya başladım.
Yüzü Handeye bakacak şekilde yatırdım ve amının dudaklarını ayırıp, sikimin başını amının deliğinin ağzına yerleştirdim.
Tanrım, nasıl biir zevkti o öyle! Fırın gibi yanıyordu! Yavaş yavaş (ve zorlanarak!) sikimi amına sokmaya başladım.
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Kızcağız bakire olduğunu söylemeye bile fırsat bulamamıştı.
Been amına pompalamaya başladığımda, Tuba gözlerini kapamış inliyordu.
Az sonra odada kızların inleme sesleri biirbiirine karışmıştı.
O gece sabah saat dörde kaddar been Tubayı, Burak da Handeyi sikti.
Hayatımın en güzel gecesiydi.
Ve şimdi her fırsatta sikişiyoruz!

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