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Once in a while you meet someone who just kind of trips your trigger. Keo is one of those women for me. She is someone who I have worked with for years, admired from afar, but never really doing anything about it.

She is married and has a couple kids, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at her. She is Asian in descent, which is odd for me. Kathy looks American, Tina Italian, and there aren’t very many Mexican women I don’t think are hot. For some reason I have never really been attracted to Asian women, but Keo broke that mold for me.

It is hard to get a good read on what she looks like naked, she had never worn clothes that are tight fitted. Then one day seemingly out of the blue she started to wear pants that really showed off her ass, and I was impressed. She has a small round ass that when i looked at it made my cock stir. It was then that I really started to notice her and think how nice it would be to get her in my bed.

She was never standoffish, but never really went out of her way to talk to anyone either. Since she worked in another part of the plant I never got the chance to get to know her in more than just a superficial way. That changed when she moved departments and was assigned to one of the machines in my department.

One day she needed help and asked if I would help fix her machine, so I went over to help. It didn’t take long and it was back up and running. Her smile as she said thanks made my legs go weak and I realized for the first time just how beautiful she was. After that day, she would always go out of her way to say to smile and say hi. Every day I grew more enamored with her, but she never gave any indication that she was interested in anything other than friends so I just continued admiring her from afar.

Work gets pretty hot in the summer, and one day she finally started to wear shorts to work. I joked with her that in all the years I have known her I never saw her wear shorts before, and she said she was tired of being hot. I smiled and told her she can’t help it as she comes by it naturally. I wasn’t sure she got the little flirt as she really didn’t have any reaction. But it seemed to me that she soon started to be a little flirty. She even started bending over instead of squatting down while picking things up, giving a nice show of her ass. I know more than once she would glance back and catch me watching her. She would just smile and keep on working.

One day she asked me for help again, and I was really glad it was my job to help her. It was really hot that day and she was wearing shorts and one of the lowest cut shirts I had ever seen her wear. She made it a point to stand well in my sight line as she helped by handing me the tools I needed. It was very hard to focus on the work. My cock started to ache with desire, and I saw her grin as she watched me adjust my cock in my shorts. She knew I had a hard on and seemed to be enjoying having that effect on me.

I finished fixing the machine and although I didn’t want to, I went back to my work bench. She continued to tease me with her movements, and I was able to take her picture a couple times when I thought she wasn’t looking. I planned on using them to masturbate later.

The back part of our factory has been closed off for a few years. It used to have packing equipment in it, but that was all outsourced. It isn’t a huge area but it does have a couple offices back there that are never used. A couple years ago one of the maintenance guys that would have to go back there every so often gave me a copy of a key to one of the offices. I was able to go back at break times and relax in peace and quiet, catching up on the flirty texts I had not gotten to respond to yet. Occasionally I would even jack off while watching porn on my phone. When the buzzer finally rang for our last break, I headed back there knowing I was going to jack off while looking at Keo’s photos.

I walked back as cool as I could, but my cock was really wanting to come out. I unlocked the door and walked in, letting the door shut behind me. When I turned to lock the door, Keo slipped in the door and pushed it shut behind her. I heard the lock click as she pushed the lock button.

I leaned back against the desk and let Keo walk up to me. She pushed her way between my legs and leaned into me. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest.I placed my hands on her hips and waited. She looked me in the eyes and we just stood there for a minute, neither one sure of where to start. Her dark brown eyes were wet and full of confusion. I knew she was torn about what she wanted and I was not about Kartal Escort to push.

Finally she started to tell me about herself. She was 38 years old and has been married for 23 years to the father of her two kids. They were married through a promise their families made to each other, she hadn’t even really known him before the marriage ceremony. Her kids were 13 and 5, both boys. The problem is her husband is now 67 and hasn’t been able to get it up for 2 years. She said she has tried everything she can think of but nothing works. Her husband began to shame her, telling her how bad she was for wanting sex.

As she looked at me tears started dripping from the corners of her eyes. I pulled my shirt up and gently brushed the tears away. She smiled at me and said she was sorry. Then she reached up and put her arms around my neck, laid her head on my chest and we just stayed silent until she felt composed enough to go on.

She said she has heard stories about how my wife didn’t care who I fuck. She watched porn with her husband in a vain attempt to get him hard, and had actually had him start watching some movies on swinging. He never really objected, in fact said how hot it was, but it didn’t help him at all get hard. She finally reached the point where she needed something, but knew if she was going to cheat, it wasn’t going to be with just anyone. She said she didn’t want to fall in love with another person, but needed the guy she chose to fuck to be a good person. In me she could see by the way I help people that I actually care to help them. She had transferred into the department to see for herself if I was who she thought I was. She didn’t want to leave her husband or her family, but the craving for sex was becoming more than she could deal with. Once she had confirmed to herself that I was okay, the desire multiplied. She had always known by the way I looked at her that I was interested in her, and she said how sweet it was that I never pushed myself on her.

I told her that there had always been something about her that attracted me, but it goes against my nature to ever try and push myself on anyone. If the attraction is mutual and something develops between us, that is great. But some decisions, especially the one she is contemplating, are to hard and to personal, and to push my own sexual desires on another person is just wrong. I told her I love how she has been teasing me, and that I did want to fuck her very badly, but only when and if the timing ever becomes right.

She let go of my neck and slid her hands down my chest. She smiled at me and said she knew that, she could sense it about me and that having that safe feeling about me only made her want me more. She reached down and squeezed my cock. She paused and a shocked look crossed her face. After another minute she told me she knew I got hard when she teased me, but didn’t know my cock was as big as it felt.

We heard the buzzer go off, signifying only 5 minutes left for break and it was about time to head back to work. I felt her hand move and suddenly my shorts were loose and fell down. She looked down and gently ran her fingers over my cock. She looked back up at me and smiled, telling me she just couldn’t wait any longer to see how big my cock was. Then she moved away, turned, and walked out the door and back to work.

My head was spinning and my cock was aching. I reached down and pulled my shorts back up, careful not to catch my cock in the zipper. I could have probably jerked off really quick to relieve the pressure, but all I could think about was her fingers on my cock. I wanted to fuck her, not masturbate over her. I walked back to my work area, wondering what was to come.

Keo was busy getting her machine running as I walked by, but she looked at me and smiled. I wanted to take her right there and now, it took all my self control not to get us both fired. I smiled back and started working on the broken piece on my work bench. I couldn’t focus on my work, and soon found myself on my phone looking up the reservation site for the nearest hotel. My mind was so far gone that I bet I jumped two feet in the air when Keo whispered in my ear to go ahead and reserve a room for the morning. I watched her swinging her ass as she walked back to her machine, never once looking back. I quickly finished making the reservation, wrote the name of the hotel on a piece of paper and dropped it next to her purse. I saw her glance at it and throw it away.

The rest of shift thankfully went quick, and as we lined up at the time clock she looked at me and I could see the Pendik Escort excitement in her eyes. We clocked out and each drove over to the hotel.

I walked in and the clerk smiled at me. Her name was Jade, and this isn’t the first time I have been there this time of day. She knew the drill and just a minute later she handed me a door key card, smiled again, and said to have fun. Something about her tone made me look at her, and it seemed as if she was telling me she wanted to be next for sex. I thought about it for a second, she is younger than I usually go for, probably around 23, but in the couple years I have known her has filled out quite nicely. I winked at her and told her she had my number if she want to talk or anything. I went out and drove around to the entrance close to our room, and Keo followed me around and we parked next to each other. We quickly walked into the hotel and found our room.

Keo came up and put her arms around me, and we stood there holding each other for a minute. She looked up at me, smiled and tugged at my shirt. We started to undress each other, and finally I saw what I had wanted for a long time. I saw Keo naked.

She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the shower. She turned it on, stepped inside, and pulled me in with her. She slid the door shut and pulled me close to her, letting the water run over us. Finally she reached up, pulled down my head and started to kiss me.

The kisses were slow, and I could feel the passion building between us. She pulled away, grabbed the bar of soap, and we took turns washing each other. Our bodies became slippery and she moved in, rubbing our sudsy bodies together. I leaned down again and started kissing her, our kisses becoming more heated and fast. The bar of soap got dropped and we let the water rinse our bodies as we ground together, kisses intense, hands roaming freely. Finally I reached behind her, shut off the water and opened the shower door, and we kissed as we drip dried.

I stepped out of the shower and picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid down beside her and our hands explored each others bodies as we kissed. I began to kiss my way down her body, and gently cupped one of her breasts in my hand and sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her breasts were small and round. If I squeezed them together I wouldn’t be able to suck on both nipples at the same time which I love to do, but that was okay. I switched nipples from time to time, not wanting to make them to sore. Then I continued to kiss my way down to her pussy.

She had just a small patch of hair above her pussy and the lips were bald. They were already shining with wetness and I licked anxious to taste her sweet juices. My cock was aching to be inside her, but I wanted to give her a lot of attention first. After waiting two years for sex, she deserved the full treatment. I played my tongue over her pussy, feeling her squirm. Her moaning became more intense, and her hands kept pulling the hair on my head. Her thighs tightened and squeezed my head as she started whimpering and then cumming.

She was begging me to fuck her, saying she wanted my cock stuffed inside her. She grabbed my ears and pulled, trying to get me to slide back up her body. I wanted to play with her some more, tease her, but didn’t really resist as I wanted inside her just as bad.

She grabbed my cock and guided it to her hole, and rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy, using her juices to get my cock wet. Then she pulled gently to guide it inside her.

She was so tight, I was having trouble getting the head inside her. I reached down to hold my cock steady while I tried to push in. Little by little her pussy opened and after what seemed like the hundredth try, the head of my cock finally slid all the way inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and kissed me, begging me to go deeper.

I continued slow, in and out little by little. I would slide in until the dry part of my cock stuck, then I would pull back out, slide in the wet art of the shaft a few times to build more lube, then push back in a little deeper. She continued to whimper as I slowly filled her, finally feeling my cock fully seated inside her. We rocked back and forth, keeping my cock buried deep inside, trying to open her up just a little more. I felt her legs squeeze as she orgasmed again.

I began to move, short strokes at first, then getting longer and longer until the head of my cock would almost slide out at the end of each stroke. Then I would slam into her as hard as I could, burying my cock Göztepe Escort deep inside her with every push. Her fingers clawed my back and I knew I was going to have marks, but I didn’t care. Her pussy felt so good, so tight, she was almost like a virgin all over.

She asked if she could get on top so I pulled out and rolled over. She moved faster than I thought possible and soon had the head of my cock buried in her pussy. She was having trouble taking the full length of my cock inside her, so she slowly rode me, each time pressing down just a little more. She leaned over and put her hands on the headboard, her nipples hanging in my face. I reached up and took a boob in each hand, and took turns sucking on her nipples. Every so often I would gently bite down, which sent shudders down her body. Once she took me all the way inside her, she started to grind on me. I felt her sliding in her own wetness as her pussy rubbed on me. It wasn’t long before she started to really ride me, bouncing up and down, sliding up and down my cock. Even though I couldn’t suck her nipples any more, I continued to play with them, pinch them, roll them in my fingers. Then she had a really big orgasm, and collapsed on top of me.

I rolled her over and climbed back on top, determined to finish what I started. My cock slid in easier this time, and I started pumping her. I leaned down and started kissing all over her face, nibbling on her ear, kissing down her neck as far as I could reach. She moaned and wiggled as I fucked her, her eyes having that faraway look where she is lost in herself. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she hung on, letting me freely stroke. I knew it wasn’t going to long and after just a couple minutes I exploded inside her. When the first quirt of hot cum hit her she started to cum again. I drove in deep and she wrapped her legs around me and held me in deep and tight as my body jerked as it released my sperm into her. Her own body quivered under me until finally we were both spent, and I rolled onto the bed next to her.

She rolled over and laid on my chest, and I put my arm around her holding her tight. We tried to catch our breath so we could talk, but it took a minute for both of us to settle down. Finally she rolled on top of me and started to kiss me again. Then she laid on top of me, letting me hold her close.

She glanced over at the clock and said she would have to get going soon. She had told her husband she was going to work a few hours of overtime, and it was getting late. I sighed because I kind of was hoping for round two, but was okay with leaving it as it was. It was a great first fuck, and it gave me something to look forward too.

She slid back down to my side, and as she laid there she started to play with my cock. I knew she probably wanted round two as well, but I wasn’t sure she had the time. It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and I saw her glace at the clock one more time. Then she climbed back on top of me, grabbed my cock, and slid her pussy back down n top of it. She rode me good, her pussy squeezing my cock as she fucked me. I felt the pressure building in the shaft of my cock again. She must have noticed it too because she told me to cum in her one more time, she was ready for me. I was more than happy to oblige and again she started to cum when I started to fill her again.

Again she collapsed beside me and laid there resting. I knew there wasn’t going to be a third time when she looked at the clock again. I laid there and held her until she finally got up and started to dress. I laid there watching her, not wanting her to go but knowing she must. She came back over and sat next to me, leaning over enough to give me a final kiss. She told me she would see me at work later, but she really couldn’t wait to do this again. She asked if I would ever fuck her again, and I pulled her onto me and kissed her deeply. I told her anytime she wants I would be more than happy to have my cock inside her. She smiled and said be careful what I say, she said she could really get used to this. Then she gave me a one last kiss, got up, and left to go home.

I laid there for a few minutes thinking about the day, and how much fun it was to fuck Keo. I didn’t have any doubt today was the first of what I hoped would be many days to come. Finally I got dressed and walked to the car, and drove around to turn in my room key and let Jade know she could send in the housekeeping. She smiled when I told her and said she just might go change the sheets herself, she loved the fresh smell of sex. I told her I love giving fresh sex, and was just a text away. Then I drove home. When I walked in I told Kathy about what happened, and she was happy I finally fucked her. Kathy said she was sure she needed it, especially after two years of no sex. Then we went to bed, fucked, and I fell asleep dreaming of fucking Keo again.

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Best buds Justin and I were working as couriers for a small company that served clients who did not trust the post office to take care of business. Were two college kids on summer break safer than the mailman? Good question. Anyway, it was good pay for us.

And there was an important fringe benefit — exposure to women.

Several businesses delegated outgoing correspondence duties to attractive young females, and a number of those females, out of boredom or a sense of adventure, seemed open to banter and flirtation with a good-looking young courier. I had been at the job only a month and already scored two babes met on my rounds.

Justin had been less fortunate. He was a good-looking dude, taller than me with a better build, but for some reason lacked my self-confidence and irresistible charm. At the apartment we shared, he confided one beer-drenched evening that he had yet to get it on with a member of the fair sex, not just on this job but in his whole life. I was appalled and vowed to help him change that status.

Like the battery bunny in a TV commercial, my own success just kept on going and going. One morning I was told to pick up a delivery at the office of a steady client. It was handled by Debby, the boss’s buxom secretary, who I had already established rapport with through tasteful flirting. She was older than me, almost in the MILF category, but I was always open to expanding my horizons.

Debby told me in a confidential manner that the large manila envelope held a special delivery for the boss’s wife. She looked around to verify we were alone, then took it out, chuckling. It was a colorful two-piece silken bikini but looked large enough for a circus elephant. I could not resist commenting.

“The boss’s wife must be a dozen sizes or so larger than you. She could use some tips about how to maintain a good figure.” Debby smiled and confided that the boss had also noticed the difference, but that the king-sized garment would keep “the fat old biddy” happy admiring herself in a mirror while boss and secretary shared dinner and “other activities.” She gave me a “you know what I mean” look.

I congratulated her for being “an essential part of the workforce,” and advised that if the boss was called away to tend to his wife’s apparel needs I would be happy to “fill in for him keeping the secretarial staff busy.” And so on, yakkety-yak. Before I left with the special delivery, I had Debby’s phone number, address, and a date for Saturday, at which time I fully expected she would be my courier score number three.

As it turned out, I was wrong. She was number four.

The address for Debby’s boss’s wife led to a suburban McMansion reached by passing through a gate flanked by two stone lions. The doorbell set off loud chimes that might have passed for cathedral bells. There was a security cam, and I had to state my business through an intercom. I fully expected a uniformed maid to open the door.

Instead, it was a good-looking blond about my age, attired in a skimpy two-piece that did nothing to hide her stunning, symmetrical, natural assets, complemented by high cheekbones, petite nose, blue eyes, and luscious lips flashing a radiant smile. She was a luscious package in her own right, and I was the right courier to deliver it.

“You could not be Mrs. Boss,” I stated emphatically. “This would be a tent if draped on you.”

“No, it’s for my stepmother,” laughed the beautiful creature as she took the bulky envelope. “My dad’s secretary just called to say it was on its way. Have you been peaking at the contents?” she asked, feigning indignation.

“No, ma’am. I was told by the secretary it was an extraordinary special delivery, and shown the contents to emphasize the point.”

“Well, in that case, let me see too,” she said, opening the envelope. “No, it’s definitely not intended for me, but let’s have some fun with it. C’mon in and help me see how it looks on me, will you?” She turned and walked back inside.

Wow, the duties that a courier is called upon to perform. I would have followed even if I did not need a signature for the special delivery. The route led through a maze of large rooms to a bedroom with a dresser mirror.

Now this nymph was not lacking in mammary gifts, but it would have taken ten of her boobs to fill the cups on the huge garment she held across her chest. She laughed, and I got into the game, running the straps around her back and then around in front again, hooking the clasp in the vicinity of her now well-cloaked boobs. It had changed from a rear clasp to a front one. The cups seemed to hang halfway down her belly. Then she stepped into the bottom, holding it at her sides. Three of her could have fit in it. She began laughing uncontrollably, and her mirth was infectious. I joined in.

We repackaged it, and with a co-conspirator look, she said, “I’m going back to the pool. Care to join me?”

I hesitated only a second. “I’m supposed to be working, but it’s close enough to lunch break,” I Anadolu Yakası Escort said. “However, silly me — I forgot to pack a swimsuit in the courier van today.”

“We’re informal around here. You’re probably wearing briefs, right? If not, I’ve seen guys in their birthday suits before.” She smiled, arching her eyebrows.

“How about your stepmother, Mrs. Boss? Would she approve of you cavorting in her pool with a naked delivery man?”

“This is her day at the club. She won’t be back until late afternoon. Anyway, who I cavort with is my own business. By the way, I’m Danielle.” She held out her hand.

“I’m Matt,” I said, taking it.

“C’mon, Matt.” I followed her through the warren of rooms, which I scarcely saw for admiring her swaying hips and butt, to a very spacious backyard pool with cabana in a courtyard surrounded by a high masonry wall.

“I was treating my boobs to some rays when you showed up,” Danielle said, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp to her bikini top, which she let fall on a chair. My eyes bugged out appropriately as she cupped her boobs with her palms as if to fluff them up. “Now, I think I want some wet.” She dove nimbly into the pool, her curvaceous, mostly-nude body a beautiful sight as it soared through the air and floated through water.

I quickly took off shoes, socks, tan courier shirt, and shorts. I kept the briefs on, hoping to mask the half-erect state Danielle had got me in, and dove into the pool.

“Oh, wow, this is one remedy for a summer heat wave,” I said, upon surfacing next to her.

“Heat and wet are a good combination,” she replied, smiling. “I find they often go together, even when I’m not near the pool.” She winked, flashed a sly smile, and dove.

I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. Probably. Maybe she dove to check out my midsection because she still had that smile when she surfaced.

Danielle then directed me to bend my arms and hold them out, palms up, just under the water surface. “Brace yourself and hold still,” she commanded. In an athletic move, she grabbed my shoulders for leverage and jumped, landing with a foot on each of my palms. I struggled to hold her weight, but she held the perch for a mere moment before jumping higher to land standing on my shoulders, then kicked off, turning in a partial somersault to plunge back into the pool. She complimented me for providing the necessary support, saying a lot of guys could not.

We frolicked some more, or rather she frolicked, using me as a prop. I found it highly erotic when she faced me, then jumped, her legs going over my shoulders so that she was straddling me in a sitting position, her bikini-covered wet camel-toe in my face. On impulse, I made a sound as if I could not breathe while sticking my tongue out to caress it through the fabric. She flashed me a wry glance after dismounting. Eventually, we moved to the poolside, sitting there dangling our feet in the water.

“I’m glad you showed up, Matt,” she said. “You’re making the day more interesting.”

“You’re sure making mine better,” I told her. “Do you hang out here every day?”

“No, I have a summer job. This is a day off. I just finished my junior year at State. The dorms are closed, so I’m taking a breather with Daddy and his cow.” She frowned. “Oh, I shouldn’t say things like that. The Cow could be worse, but she’s let herself go so much, and she has no real interests. Well, none aside from playing it rich at the club and trying to seduce the hunk tennis pro, which is a lost cause since he has a big selection of younger women with nicer bodies.”

I had to laugh. “You don’t pull many punches, do you? I go to State too. I have to confess that being a courier is my summer job. What’s yours?”

“I sensed that you weren’t a professional courier, Matt. And I think I’ve seen you a couple of times on campus. As for me, I’m interning in a fairly interesting organization. It’s called SEEK. Stands for Sex Education and Enlightenment Knowledge.”

“Sounds like something I might be interested in,” I ventured, wondering if my sunglasses hid my gaze directed at her bare boobs.

“What guy isn’t,” she responded, smiling. “Girls too, for that matter. But SEEK isn’t all fun and games. The main purpose is to reduce sexual hangups and stereotypes, while also promoting birth control and safe sex. The message is directed mostly at college campuses, but also to youth organizations in poor, minority areas.

“A noble undertaking, and a big task,” I observed.

“Sure, but if you don’t SEEK, you don’t find,” she said, grinning.

I laughed. “So, how did you get involved, and what’s your specialty in the SEEKing area?”

“I got into it when Mark, the regional director, gave a talk at State. I went up afterward to talk with him. I suggested SEEK stress the rights of women to enjoy the wholesome pleasures of sex as openly as guys do. Females should be regarded as equal partners, not submissive toys used by the exploitative Bostancı Escort fraternal culture on college campuses.” She shifted position a little, her boobs jouncing in response. Her nipples looked a little firmer, as she continued. “Mark said he was looking for an intern to pursue just that approach, and invited me to dinner and a ‘personal interview’ for a job.” She arched her eyebrows. “It was an in-depth interview. He complimented my ‘instinctive talents’ and hired me. My duties include lectures at sororities and women’s groups. I report to Mark directly on my progress.”

“I can’t tell if you’re putting me on or not, Danielle, but assuming there is a grain of truth here, how well are your talents working during the summer break?

“Not so well. No one’s around. But Mark has been totally understanding about the problem. Until classes begin again, I serve as his personal secretary, shuffling paper, taking and making calls, and tending to other needs.” She put a slight emphasis on the last two words. “He’s older, about 30, but a nice guy and not a control freak, although he does insist on getting a ‘progress report’ from me every weekend after our field trips.” Another emphasis. “I accompany him to concerts, talks, dinners, and other events. He encourages me to speak up when there is an opportunity to advance my message. He says I have instinctive talents.” She said all this with a straight face, batting those liquid blue eyes.

I could not help it. I broke out laughing. She joined in.

“You are a real ball-buster, Danielle. But damn, I wouldn’t mind experiencing some of your ‘instinctive talents.’ Why should Mark be getting all the benefits of your enlightening approach.”

“I could tell you’re interested,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh. “At first, I thought your briefs may be a little small for you. Now I think there’s another reason why the garment looks too tight.”

It was true. By that point in the conversation, much of the blood from my brain had gone to my dick, tenting my briefs. I laughed but was a little embarrassed, and my usual quick wit failed.

“You know, as a dedicated SEEKer, I could help you with that clothing problem,” she said, moving closer and sliding her hand up my thigh closer to the critical zone.

Moment of truth: Did she want to dance or just tease? I leaned in and kissed her. She responded and we were soon into a full-fledged tongue ballet. When we broke off, I lowered my head and extended some mouth action to her hard nipples. She sighed and moaned a little, and her hand began caressing my full manhood through my briefs. I moved a hand between her legs to return the favor through her bikini bottom.

“Okay, I can see you have some education. Let’s take this to the foam mat behind us to pursue the enlightenment,” she said, a little short of breath.

We rose and went to the mat. Before I could make a further move, she sunk to her knees, placed her hands on my briefs, and yanked down. My dick popped out, nearly hitting her in the face. She looked it over for a moment, then wrapped a hand around the base, licked the underside down to the balls and back up, took the head in her pretty little mouth, and began working some oral magic. What a special delivery this had turned out to be, I thought, as she took it in almost to the root, then out. My dick was glazed from her ministrations, the hot sun reflecting off it. She took it back inside her mouth for a vigorous oral massage, and I almost lost it when she looked up at me with those big, liquid blue eyes.

“Whoa, hold it, Danielle. I’m about to pop.” She came off it, still holding my gaze.

“I can see why Mark likes your methodology. Time for you to critique mine,” I told her, kneeling and pulling down her bikini bottom. She had a sculpted bush, lips visible. We both sat and kicked off the little bits of cloth and fabric around our feet that were getting in the way of further enlightenment. I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, giving me a close view of her sculpted bush, then lowered my head and began giving it the attention it deserved, bringing my tongue into play. Danielle lay back on the mat, moaning as I licked up and down her pussy lips, and nibbled lightly on her erect clit.

“Oh, god, yes, Matt,” she moaned. “I think you show great promise. Now show me how you are in the advanced course.”

I did not have to be asked twice. I moved forward, and she grasped my hard dick, positioning it at her entrance. I slid forward and it went in halfway. Then out and back in again, all the way. She was so wet and warm. I began pumping. “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

“I almost forgot,” I said, pausing. “You are on protection, right? If not, I have a condom in my wallet.”

“No worries, but thanks for being concerned,” she said, softly. “Actually, if I was a conscientious SEEK employee I would deliver a safe sex lecture and tell you to put it on anyway, but I have good intuition that you’re clean, and I passed my last STD Erenköy Escort test with flying colors. Now, start moving again,” she requested, giving my dick a little squeeze with her vaginal muscles.

I did as she urged, steadily picking up the pace, but soon she had to modify her advice. “Slow down a little,” she gasped. “Don’t be in too much of a hurry. You must have half your lunch hour left.” I laughed and slowed the pace, fucking her lightly as she murmured approval and wrapped her legs around me, hugging my butt with her heels.

Even going slow I lasted only a few minutes. Who does a marathon the first time with a new babe? But I did get her off before hitting my finish line. Her face took on a far-off look, eyes virtually closing, mouth forming an oval big enough to swallow a plum. She drummed on my butt with her heels. Her vocalizations built up in volume until she virtually screamed something unintelligible, her vaginal muscles gripping my dick until I felt caught in a meat grinder. I blew my load inside her, adding some loud grunts of my own. Our duet was probably audible within a half-mile.

We lay joined together for a long time, soaked in commingled sweat, almost as wet as when we were in the pool. Finally, I rose and rolled off her, staring up at the bright blue sky. “Well, how did I do, SEEKer-teacher. I want an honest critique.”

“You show promise,” she said. That was like a slap in the face. I shifted my gaze and caught her smile. She reached out and squeezed my bicep. “You were great,” she said, laughing. “A little short on endurance, but we can work on that.”

“Why don’t you work with me on my endurance problem this weekend,” I suggested, forgetting for a moment my prior appointment with boss-daddy’s secretary, Debby.

“Tempting. I think you can tell I like working with you, but Mark and I have plans this weekend.”

I felt a little jealousy toward Mark. “Okay, but when can I see you again?”

“Daddy and The Cow are here off and on. How about your place?”

“I have a roomie who’s there a lot, and likes to crash early, but I can talk to him.”

“Oh, why don’t we just say lunch hour here again next Wednesday — my day off and The Cow’s day at the club.”

“You’re on. I’ll be here with a special delivery for you.”

“I hope it’s as special as today’s delivery was,” she said, stroking my wet, drooping cock.

* * *

My special delivery for Danielle the following Wednesday was a human-sized bikini for her beautiful shape. She laughed, immediately stripped and tried it, twisting in front of the mirror, then threw herself on me, arms around my shoulders, and planted a big kiss before immediately stripping my gift off again. We had another memorable half-hour of seeking education and enlightenment knowledge.

Afterward, lying on the pool mat collecting our breath, she told me, “Your endurance problem has much improved. We doubled our time together and I got off twice too.”

“Will Mark be satisfied with your report on my progress?”

“I neglected to include you in my report last weekend,” she replied. I figured it was none of Mark’s business.” She looked at me a little soberly. “Did you enjoy your date with Debby?”

That took me by surprise. “You girls have been talking.”

“She called yesterday. She does when she gets bored, and we seem to gossip a lot. Debby is on intimate terms with Daddy, although he is not her only admirer. She mentioned that she went out with ‘that cute courier who delivered the tent-sized bikini,’ and gave some graphic details about what happened. It sounded like you guys got to know each other pretty well.”

I thought a moment. “You know, if you and I became a steady thing, I would feel obligated to keep you informed about any other involvements, but we only just met, and…”

“Oh, Matt, I’m not bugged,” Danielle said, stroking my arm. “I don’t expect you to wear a chastity belt any more than you should expect me to. I only brought up Debby because you brought up Mark. And I don’t think we should talk too much about other people we’re seeing, or for that matter, talk to them about us. Okay? For the record, I didn’t tell Debby what a good time you and I had together. I just let her ramble on like she often does about Daddy and other guys she goes out with.” She shook her head. “I don’t always like the conversation. What girl wants to hear how her father is in the sack?”

I laughed. “Yeah, some things are better off unsaid. And I won’t bring up Mark again.”

“Okay,” she said, her beaming smile returning. “Well, I’ll be here again next Wednesday, if you’re interested.”

“Hell, yes, I’m interested. And I’ll probably be especially hot to trot when I get here since I’ve just decided to cancel my second date with Debby this Saturday.”

“Why? I’m really not trying to limit your sex life. I don’t mind if you exercise with her. After all, I’m involved with Mark on weekends.”

“It’s not that. I was thinking about canceling it anyway. She’s enthusiastic in the sack, but I’m not crazy about her style.” I made a motion with my fingers like a flapping jaw.

Danielle gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “So what will you do with your time this weekend? I’m sure your phone has a few prospects stored in it.”

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We’re the last two standing. Just about. Staggering out of the town’s one club. Giggling and stumbling. Your arm around my waist. An innocent gesture between friends. I put mine around you. But just feeling you again, my hand on your waist, I harden.

We haven’t spoken about it since that night. A drunken fumble. A mistake. Meaningless. You still have your boyfriend. I’m still with your friend.

You look incredible in that dress. Short, low cut. Loads of people stealing stares in the club. You danced up against me briefly. Last song. Grinding yourself against me. Only briefly. A reminder of that night.

And now we’ll stumble back our separate ways and I’ll masturbate to the memory of how good you look and how hard you’ve got me and how incredible that night was a month ago.

“One more drink?” you ask. But maybe it’s not a question. As we reach my road.

Maybe you squeeze me a little tighter.

“Sure.”

Obviously it’s a mistake and obviously I’m fantasising of a repeat of last time and obviously I’m sober enough to not want it either and as we enter my flat my hand has slipped lower and my fingers are grazing your bum that looks incredible in that dress and obviously I’m hard again.

You collapse on the sofa with a laugh. Stick on the TV. I raid the cupboard. Some fruit liqueur. Two generous glasses.

You’ve stretched out. Taking up most of the sofa. Legs extended. Dress ridden up. Showing off too much thigh. I perch on the other end, hug the armrest.

You flick the channels. We chat. We giggle. We trade looks. Once or twice. As we’re both sipping the foul-tasting alcohol. Looks that say we’re both thinking about last time. That I’m remembering you whispering my name.

Whatever late-night film it is, it shifts to a sex scene. It takes our attention. We watch it in silence. The couple ripping off each other’s clothes. Him throwing her against the wall. I shift, a tent in my jeans. Position my arm over my crotch.

Something pushing against my thigh. Your foot. Brushing my leg. I follow your curves up your leg, your stomach, your breasts, up your neck to your lips, parted. Your eyes locked on the TV.

You take a Göztepe Escort long sip, put down your drink.

Your hand on your stomach. Sliding down to your leg. And back up. Under your dress. You exhale.

This can’t be happening.

You shift. You sigh. I grip the bulge in my jeans. I turn my attention to the TV. Taking all my will not to stroke my erection. This sex scene won’t end. Maybe it should.

I look back to you. Your eyes on me. You bite your lips, and you lean back. Reposition yourself. Your dress slides up. Your hand inside your panties. Very deliberately you give me a smile and turn your head away, give your attention to the cheap erotica and touch yourself. Right in front of me. Right next to me. Your toes stroking my thigh.

I run my fingers along my shaft. Move in my seat. Uncomfortable. I stroke myself again. I’m not watching the TV. I’m only watching you. My hand goes to my zipper. Opens louder than I’d think. You look at me. I freeze.

You nod. Very slightly. With your other hand you pull your dress up a little higher, revealing the edge of your stomach. And you just stare and I’ve never felt sexier. Slowly unzipping my jeans and unbuckling my belt as a beautiful woman watches. My girlfriend, your best friend, all but forgotten. As I pull down my jeans and your hand moves a little faster inside your panties and I slide down my boxers and release my dick.

Your lips part. Arch your back and thrust forward. Against your hand. A sexy, fucking whimper. Just a noise but one I’m sure is begging me to continue. Your boyfriend forgotten too.

I stroke my dick. Long and slow. As you watch. As you touch yourself. I’m desperate for you to pull down those panties, but you clearly have no intention to. You’re in charge. The movie forgotten.

‘Faster,” you whisper.

I do as I’m told. You’re getting louder. Eyes locked on my dick. Occasionally flicking up to meet my eyes. It feels like a show. I’m on show and it’s a show just for me. I’m desperate to cum already but I want this to keep going. Just like this. This is okay. This is less than last time. No regrets.

Suddenly you rock forward. Up onto your knees. İstanbul Escort You turn off the TV and the lights. We’re in darkness and silence. Just like last time. I can just see your outline. Your hands on me. Lean me back against the arm. Straddle my legs and sit on my knee. Shift forward. My bare dick against your panties. The warmth of you is almost enough to make me cum. You don’t move yet. One hand slowly goes to my shoulder. The other grips my waist.

You rock your hips and I thrust up. Grind against you. The moment we left the club this was where I hoped we’d end up. Just your panties separating us. One of my hands on your waist. None of that hesitancy this time. The other to your breast. You moan.

You grab my hair. Pull it hard and bring me forward. Pull me into your chest. My lips against your skin. Fuck. You’re smell. I’d forgotten that. It’s incredible. Can’t stop myself. Lick your skin. The top of your breast. I groan. I kiss your chest.

Nothing more than last time. That’s the rule. This can’t be an escalation. But I’m kissing the top of your breasts and moving lower and kissing your nipple through your dress and gripping your waist tighter and thrusting faster and you’re rocking on me and I moan your name into you.

‘Shit.’ You pull my head back and my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and you’re looking at me with raw heat.

And then I feel your hand on my dick. Not grabbing it or stroking. Fingers grazing it. And then I feel your wetness. Panties pulled aside. Your wet lips. Grinding against my dick.

This is too far. Far too far. But somehow we both know. Both know this is as far as it goes. Too far already but we can’t fuck. Grinding only. Somehow I know we’re on the same wavelength, but fuck… I want you to rock a little higher. Right to my tip. And I want you to misjudge sliding back along the length. I want you to slide down on me and if it’s an accident it doesn’t count.

You lean forward. Rest your forehead on mine. Panting and gasping right into each other’s mouths. Both my hands on your bum. Desperate to get you to thrust up higher and slide down hard.

I can’t take it anymore. I pull you tightly Anadolu Yakası Escort towards me, lift you up and throw you backwards. I climb on top. You wrap your legs around me and hold me in. I slide my dick slow against your pussy. Long and slow. You’re so wet. And I’m so fucking hard. Every thrust getting a little longer. Pulling back a little further. Until my dick is no longer in contact with your pussy and I slide it back against your lips, and the tip of my dick is sliding over your opening. Like that, over and over. You’re staring at me with a look that dares me to enter you with the next thrust and tells me this ends now if I do. Both of us desperate for it, but not wanting to rush this.

I’m so impatient. I want you so much. And I’m losing control. I want you so fucking much.

You must know what I’m thinking. You know I’m close to fucking this up. You throw your weight and roll me over. Straddle me again and you just stop. Your hands on my chest. And you just stare at me. I thrust up and you sit down hard, making me stop. Making me wait for it.

‘Please,’ I whisper.

You smile.

‘Please.’ I say it louder.

You grab my dick. You pull it up, and you slide your pussy lips up its length and you hover just above it. My tip right at your opening. You bite your lip. Maybe you’re waiting for me to beg again. My mouth is dry. I’m just sober enough not to beg.

You let go of my dick and you grind forward over it. Your hands on my shoulders, pulling me up. I’m sitting up and you’re sitting on me. Your hand in my hair pulling me back into your breasts. I’m kissing and licking your skin. Your hand to the top of your dress. You pull it down. Revealing your bra. And you pull that down too. Exposing your nipple. I take in my mouth hungrily. Suck on it and you moan loudly. You say my name.

You hold my head tightly, painfully, as I suck on your nipple and you rocking back and forth and me thrusting as my bare dick grinds against your wet pussy and you’re saying my name and I’m saying yours and I’m grunting and you’re moaning.

And shuddering and juddering, with your pussy against my dick you cum. And with a few more thrusts, so do I. My cum soaking my tee and the front of your dress. And we hold each other tight. Your breasts still in my face. More doused in sweat than last time.

And I know I didn’t enter you. And I know how incredible that will feel. But it feels like we just fucked.

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I am spending the week at my favorite clothing-optional resort, Lupin Lodge. My twenty-five-foot travel trailer is parked in space 79 on a flat cement pad. Catherine’s next-door neighbor, Samantha, joined me on the journey up from the Central Coast of California. Hopefully, Catherine will join us later this week.

So far, it’s been a memorable day. Samantha gave me a wonderful blowjob when we arrived. We enjoyed a superb lunch where Samantha got to ogle our waiter’s eight-inch cock or is it nine or ten. She is determined to find out. I found out a lovely lady name Jessica is now the full-time guest relations director. During our last visit, she was a college student working part time as a hostess and waitress.

The highlight so far has been a hike up to the resort pond where Samantha and I fucked for the very first time. It was awesome and we had an audience for part of the experience. A lucky lad received a handjob and blowjob from his lady friend while he watched us perform.

We ran into the resort manager on our way back from the pond and exchanged pleasantries. Samantha got an invite to become a member. And now we are resting comfortably on my bed in the trailer. I am pressed against Samantha’s warm body with my cock wedged in between her ass cheeks and my arm draped over her. My hand cups her round breast as her gentle breathing is the only sound. I nod in and out of conscienceless. It’s been perfect.

I love the feeling of Samantha’s bare skin against me. Her generous mature ass cheeks provide a nice warm cocoon for my cock. I press my shaft between those ass cheeks while I massage her firm breast. My plan is to gently wake Samantha and then take her from behind. She responds, half asleep, by grinding her ass back against me, in a gentle circular movement. I watch this beautiful lady next to me, the curve of her waist, the slope of her hip, the swell of her round breast as she silently breathes.

Just as I think Samantha is waking up, she mumbles something about a thick cock. Words softly spill from her lips… yes, Rick take me, I’m yours. I’ve never felt a cock this big. You stretch my pussy so much; it feels so good. Yes Jessica, let me eat your pussy while I’m fucked. Thank you for sharing. Why can’t they watch us, I want them to watch us.

I realize Samantha is in the middle of a very erotic dream. The highlights of the day have seeped into her unconscious brain. I wonder if I can add fuel to her dream state. I remove my hand from her boob and slide back on the bed. Samantha rolls to her back, eyes shut and whIspering incoherently. She’s in the position I was hoping for.

I maneuver to the edge of the bed and gently spread Samantha’s legs. I move slowly, so as not to wake her from her moment of bliss. I slide her left leg just enough to open her thighs and pussy lips to my gaze. Her rounded tits rise and fall with each breath she takes. I scoot closer to her womanhood and inhale the sweet fragrance.

With a deliberate pace, I snake my tongue out searching for the moist slit between her thighs. Samantha’s pussy is just centimeters away. I see her pink inner labia, wet from her erotic dream. My first taste of her essence comes with a swipe of my tongue from the bottom of her inner flesh to the top. A second lick applies more pressure.

Her pussy looks so inviting. Her smooth outer lips are puffy and frame her inner lips perfectly. I press my tongue deeper, and her slit opens like a flower as she involuntarily spreads her legs wider. I lick up and down Samantha’s pink flesh eliciting moans. I wonder how long I can keep this up before she escapes her dream. I use light kisses as I move back and forth between her pussy and inner thighs. I lick up and down her gash and force my tongue deep into her center.

Samantha’s body shudders and she is jolted from her dreams.

“What’s happening? Where am I? Rick, where are you? My pussy is on fire.”

I keep my lips pressed firmly against her cunt, while her groggy mind starts to process her surroundings. Samantha involuntarily reaches around my head and pulls me tight between her thighs. It takes a few minutes to register that she is on the bed with me.

“Rob, what are you doing? Don’t answer that, keep licking my pussy, it feels so good.”

I have no intention to stop. Her juices flow from within her slit. Samantha’s skin is slippery as I slither my tongue all around her cunt. Her clit hardens and emerges from its protective hood. I suck her pink pearl between my lips and flick it with my tongue.

“Rob, I just had the most erotic dream. I was with Rick and Jessica in a mountain cabin. We were in a hot tub and Rick was fucking me from behind and I was eating Jessica’s pussy. There were all these people around us. Oh gawd, keep doing that.”

Samantha continues to relate her dream sequence.

“And Rick’s cock was so big, it had to be eleven or twelve inches long and so thick. I was taking him on with no problem. I kept saying give me more, give me Anadolu Yakası Escort more and people were cheering. A lot of them were naked and some were dressed in ski clothes. I was so horny. I kept thanking Jessica for sharing.”

Samantha starts to squirm on the bed as her climax builds.

“Gawd Rob, you are driving me crazy once again. I can’t get enough of your tongue. Suck my clit, make me cum.”

Her clit grows just like the first time I ate her pussy in her shower. I love women with big clits. I continue to suck the hard nub between my lips and flick it with my tongue. Samantha shivers as I explore her pussy. I release her clit from my lips and use my thumb to rub circles around the hard nub.

“That’s it, rub my clit. I’m ready to cum. Yes.”

I feel her pussy throb. My head dips between her thighs and I press on her clit with my tongue. Samantha erupts. I taste her hot cum. Her juices flood her cunt and I lick up as much as I can as I hold her legs against the mattress. I feel her body convulse with each spasm.

Samantha takes shallow breaths as she rides out this latest climax. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her erect nipples take on a deep pink glow every time she orgasms. As she slowly comes down from her high, I release my grip on her thighs. Her limp body is spread-eagle on the bed. Her legs are open showing pink outer lips and throbbing labia. Her juices cover her mound and thighs. I move in and lick all over her thighs and puffy outer lips tasting her sweet cum. I lap up the cream from her inner labia. I spend several minutes cleaning her smooth mound.

“Rob, I want to get on top of you. I want to feel that hard cock deep inside of me.”

“I guess dinner will have to wait. I was going to barbeque steaks for us.”

“You just had your appetizer and now I want mine. A hard cock ride will do us both good.”

Samantha sits up and straddles my hips. Her pussy traps my shaft as she grinds down on my cock. Her smooth lips slide back and forth along my shaft covering me with natural lubrication. I reach up and palm her round C-cups, tweaking her puffy coral-colored nipples.

Samantha raises her hips, grabs me and centers my shaft below her open gash. Without warning she plops down and captures my seven-inch lance. She groans a sigh of satisfaction.

“I can’t believe I’ve never had your cock inside me before today and now this is the second time. I’m sorry for not forcing the issue.”

“Believe me, the wait was worth it, I can’t believe how tight and wet you are.”

“Oh, you like tight, eh.”

Samantha grinds her hips into me and completely engulfs my shaft, she flexes her cunt to grip me like a vice. Pussy juice drips down onto my shaved balls. I continue to play with her hard nipples while she slides up and down. Samantha maintains a constant rhythm as we fuck for the second time.

“You feel so good, Samantha. Fuck me baby.”

She bends down and our lips touch. She moves her hips while her tongue slides into my mouth. I start to pump my cock within her sodden hole.

“No, let me do the work, this is my ride, cowboy.”

Samantha straightens up and places her hands on my chest for balance. Her hips move faster and as our bodies slap together, sound reverberates throughout the trailer. With one quick motion, Samantha twists around and in now in reverse-cowgirl. She continues her quick pace of sliding up and down, panting with each rise. Juices continue to flow, and I massage her wide jiggly ass.

“My clit is throbbing again; it feels so good. I’m so close baby, I’m going to cum. Oh my god, there it is Rob. I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby. Oh my god.”

After a few minutes Samantha looks back at me and tells me to get ready for the next wild ride. She wants some cum before dinner.

“What do you propose for this next wild ride?”

“I want you to take my ass. I want to give you the only cherry I have left. You know where my ass is, you were sliding your cock along it at the pond.”

Samantha climbs off me and positions herself on all fours with her ass high in the air ready for the taking. Her rear is so inviting, and my cock is ready to drill. This day has been full of surprises. I slide my shaft along her ass crease just like this afternoon.

“Use plenty of lube, Rob. This is totally new for me, now use your finger. I want your finger in my ass.”

My bottle of cherry lube is close by, and I dribble a generous amount over and around Samantha’s crease. I rub my digit back and forth over her starfish and then push my index finger against the slippery rim. My finger slides past the tight ring and I bury it deep in her backdoor. Samantha flexes her ass and traps my finger. Her fleshy cheeks surround my hand as I prepare her virgin hole for my cock.

I rotate my finger in her backside, twisting and pulling. Samantha’s anal ring loosens as she gets used to the pressure. My shaft remains stiff, and I remove my finger so I can replace it with my cock. I press the tip against Samantha’s puckered hole and push against her. With one shove I am balls deep. I thought her cunt was tight, but compared to this, oh my. I place my hands on Samantha’s waist and pull her to me. Samantha’s tight sphincter surrounds the base of my shaft and holds me tight. I am seven inches deep into her rear hole. The pleasure is immeasurable.

Samantha yells out, “Fuck me Rob, fuck my ass. Your cock is so hard. Don’t stop.”

I warn Samantha not to scream so loud, or every RV guest will think something is wrong.

We increase our pace while I hold her hips tight. My cock pistons in and out. I can’t hold off much longer. My orgasm hits and I explode. With each thrust into Samantha’s backdoor, I fill her anal cavity with jets of cum. My climax surges through my body. Each time she rocks back on my stiff cock another spurt of jizz enters her ass.

“I feel loads of your cum in my ass. I love the feeling, Rob this has been a day to remember.”

With one last gasp, I fall forward, pinning Samantha against the mattress. My breathing is fast and erratic, as my heart pumps quickly. I am so lightheaded from my orgasm. I try not to smother Samantha while my cock is held tight inside her bum. We lay still for the longest time.

“Well Rob, I guess its too late for us to barbeque tonight.”

Samantha’s comment makes us both laugh so hard that I my cock pops out from her ass with a loud fart. We laugh even more as we roll apart and squeeze our bodies together. Samantha presses her lips to mine for an appreciative kiss. I slide my tongue into her mouth, and we stay lip-locked for several minutes.

I could stay here pressed against Samantha all night, but hunger pains start. She feels it too after a whirlwind day.

“Let’s go over to the café, I believe it is open until midnight. Maybe we can grab a snack or some dessert.”

“Good idea Rob, but I don’t have a thing to wear.”

“It is unseasonably warm tonight; I think you can get away with your birthday suit. Besides, who knows who we might run into. You do love to show off your tits.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that. Are you okay to share them with others?”

“Of course, how else are we going to get you that double-penetration you desire?”

We drag our weary bodies out of bed and head over to the café. There are a lot of people still milling about around the RV’s. Some folks have brought propane fire rings are enjoying the evening. The open sign is still on and there are a few couples still enjoying a late-night snack. Out on the patio, sitting by a heat lamp are Fran, Rick and Jessica. Fran motions for us to come over.

“Hello, you two, come join us. We were just talking about today’s events and planning for the rest of the week. My, you look as though you have just run a marathon. Are you okay?”

“It’s been a wild first day for us. I guess the excitement of being here has us out of breath.”

Jessica looks at Samantha and winks. She nods her head and looks directly at Rick’s huge cock. Samantha smiles and nods her head too. They have an unspoken appreciation for the male body. Both Fran and Rick don’t pick up on their silent communication, however I do.

“Are you hungry? The kitchen staff always has evening appetizers for everyone. We have some pot stickers, wings, pretzels and beer cheese dip. Help yourselves. I hate to see any guest go hungry.”

Rick invites Samantha to sit next to him. I grab a chair and slide next to Fran. Her tits look extra inviting tonight. The heat lamp adds an alluring glow to her skin. I must be staring too long, because she moves her hand over and touches my knee. The table conceals her movement as she slides her palm up my thigh and wraps her hand around my cock.

Jessica passes around plates, and we all share in the goodies. Fran looks directly at Samantha and asks about her first day at the resort. Fran strokes my shaft and I come alive again. She is so nonchalant that no one suspects her ploy to get me hard. Everyone is busy eating and talking.

“It’s been more exciting than I imagined. I really enjoyed the hike to the pond and then Rob and I were able to refresh our bodies in the water. Rick and Jessica have been so welcoming, they really care about the guests.”

Rick and Jessica thank Samantha in unison for her thought. Fran removes her hand from my hard-on and tells us she is going to retire for the evening. She has no qualms about leaving me hanging. After my day with Samantha, I doubt I would have anything left for her. We all wish her good-night and resume chatting with Rick and Jessica. Samantha asks about living arrangements.

“I have an apartment in town, but Rick is the lucky one. He stays in one of the older yurts here at the resort. I guess it helps to be related to the boss.”

Rick just shrugs his shoulders and I mentioned that we stayed in one during our previous visit. I tell Samantha that they are very spacious, with a king size bed in the center. Her eyes light up and she wants to see one for herself. Jessica doesn’t hesitate to offer Rick’s abode.

“Samantha, I bet Rick would love to show you his. It really is quite large.”

Rick looks at Jessica and rolls his eyes. I wonder if she is talking about the yurt or his cock. Samantha lights up with the thought of being alone in a yurt with Rick’s huge cock. Samantha asks him if it would be okay to have a look. Being the gentleman, Rick says of course it would be and invites all of us to have a peek. I know what they look like, so I beg off. After two rounds with Samantha today, I’m ready for sleep in my comfy queen bed. I’ll let Samantha and the youngsters spend some time together.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see the yurt, Rob?”

“No, I’m good. Catherine and I had fun staying in one the last time we were here. You go look and see for yourself. I’m going back to the trailer for some shut eye, I’ll leave the door unlocked and you can come back anytime you like. Stay out and enjoy yourself tonight.”

Rick clears the plates and takes them back to the kitchen. I shake hands with Jessica and kiss Samantha goodnight. She whispers that I shouldn’t wait up for her. I can only imagine what she’s thinking. Will this yurt open house turn into a all-night party? Rick returns and we part ways. I watch the three walk down the path to the yurts. Rick is in the middle surrounded by two sexy, naked ladies.

Rick escorts Samantha and Jessica to his humble home. Jessica tells Samantha that she has had the privilege of seeing it a few times before. Samantha steps inside and marvels at how spacious it is. It seems so much bigger on the inside than outside. She loves the kingsize bed. Jessica crawls onto the bed and sprawls out.

“Come try this out Samantha, it is so comfy. The mattress is firm, yet you can sink right into it.”

Samantha sits on the bed and tests the mattress with her hands. Rick stands to the side watching the two women inspect his private space. He senses they may have ulterior motives for their focus on his bed. He doesn’t have long to wait. There seems to be an air of sexual tension. Jessica motions for Rick to join them on the bed.

“Hey Rick, have you ever fantasized making out with any of your college professors? Samantha teaches down at Cal Poly.”

That simple question starts the ball rolling. Rick admits he has a crush on a couple of teachers. Jessica adds that she once banged her history professor. Samantha is not sure where this is going but doesn’t put a stop to the banter. She really wants to see Rick get a hard-on. She admits that she has gotten the ‘come on’ from a few students, especially if they thought they could get a higher grade.

“Rick don’t get mad, but I showed Samantha a couple of pictures of your amazingly huge hard cock and she would love to see the real thing in action. Why don’t we get to know one another a little better?”

Jessica moves toward Samantha and massages her shoulders as Rick stands next to Samantha. His cock is already at half-staff, and she tentatively reaches out to touch his growing erection. Jessica reaches down and around to cup Samantha’s boobs as Rick comes to full attention. Samantha grabs hold of Rick and tries to wrap her hand around his thick shaft. It’s too big for her to fully close her hand around him.

“What did I tell you Samantha, isn’t he huge? Rick has one beautiful big cock, and he knows how to use it. Stroke him and feel how hard he gets. I measured him once and he is almost nine inches long. I just love his cock and you will too.”

For his part, Rick leans in and kisses Samantha on the lips. Their kiss lingers as Jessica rubs and squeezes her tits. Samantha finds herself engaged in yet another threesome. Samantha adds her second hand to Rick’s nine-inch member and measures him up. She works her hands back and forth, occasionally using one to grab his balls.

She seems to be entranced. She wonders what it would feel like spreading her pussy. Would her mature cunt be able to take all of him? Would she be able to suck his cock due to its girth? She realizes now would be a good time to find out. Samantha leans closer to Rick and licks along his thick shaft from the bottom of his balls to the thick mushroom cap. She uses her tongue to trace the pronounced vein that winds up and around his cock. With a quiet determination she opens her mouth as wide as she can and engulfs only the tip.

Jessica encourages Samantha to fit as much as she can down her throat. Samantha can only muster a couple of inches before her gag reflex kicks in. She works her hands up his cock to the huge head, running her fingers over it, teasing it. Rick’s spongy glans has a pronounced ridge and Samantha licks all around it. Rick rocks his body slowly sliding his shaft through her hands.

Jessica wants in on the action and suggests that he get on the bed and let the women give him a nice body massage. Samantha agrees and the three lovers get in position.

“Jessica, you know where the massage oil is in the nightstand. Do you want to grab it please?”

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It was our summer of muscle. Rachel and Tim, power couple: we were dominating in the gym, we were breaking personal records, and we felt the strongest and fittest we’d ever been.

When we’d joined PB Lifts, the gym owner Pete had taken our measurements. Two months on, we were excited to see raw data of our progress.

We weren’t working towards a competition or a show (yet), but we were interested in both muscle gain and fat reduction. And we were pleased that both of us had managed both!

I was 5’11” and I’d gone from 185lb to 195lb, including a 3.4 inch gain in my chest. I definitely had meatier pecs! There was also a 1.0-inch gain in my thighs and a 1.6-inch gain in my hips, growing a dumptruck ass. I stayed at 12% body fat.. well, I went down from 12.5% to 12.3%. Not bad!

Rachel had gotten thiccer too, dropping body fat from 18% to 17%. It was so fucking sexy to see her drive and her improving figure — two inches in shoulders, one inch in chest the other shorter and much hairier with monster muscles. His pecs in particular were insane, the size of footballs, and he benched 455lb for reps. Both of them always had positive vibes and Rachel was sure they’d make a great party.

She also invited two of the girls from PB Lifts: I’ve mentioned Harriet before, the 5’10” bikini competitor and tanned blonde bombshell with long legs and 34D breast implants. There was also Cat: 5’2″, Korean-American, an MMA fighter trying to get into the UFC. I’d seen her around PB Lifts: she was all super-hard muscle, wiry as anything, no fat anywhere. She attacked everything with vigor, whether it was a punching bag, a barbell, or a man being obnoxious.

The three of them had decided the theme of boat day was “ASAP”: “As Skimpy As Possible”. They went shopping with the goal of getting the smallest, most revealing bikinis: the minimum fabric while still being legal in public! Rachel made it clear to me and the other invited men that ASAP applied to us too – and that we should keep our swimsuits secret until the day.

Going onto Amazon, I bought the smallest swim trunks I dared. They were fluorescent lime green, skin tight, with a little rise in the hip. When they arrived, I tried them on and posed in the full-length mirror in Rachel’s home gym while she was out. They were half a size too small: totally skin tight except for a pouch at the front for my junk. They were also very brief, pun totally intended: they exposed the shape of my glutes where they met my hamstrings. This worked for me because I now had truly muscly shape in my ass.

This was easily the smallest and most revealing underwear I’d ever worn in my life. Twisting and observing all the angles in Rachel’s home gym mirror, I couldn’t help but notice: I was fucking built and fucking hot! So what if posing was vain? I was getting turned on at the sight of myself: my abs, my pecs, my quads, glutes, lats, delts, biceps & triceps.. shit, even my calves! I posed, I flexed, I took selfies, my cock swelled to its full nine inches, and the skin-tight trunks were too small to contain it. My stiff member poked out the top on an angle: I tried tucking it in pointing sideways but it simply wouldn’t stay put.

That turned me on even more. I stripped off completely, letting the tiny green trunks fall to the floor and standing completely naked in the gym. I grabbed a 50lb dumbbell and did one-arm bicep curls while my other arm stroked my thick meaty cock. I pumped my arm muscles while I pumped my dick, swapping arms every six reps. I grunted in the mirror, admiring my pecs and abs and how far I’d come on my muscle journey.

After 18 reps of curls on both Maltepe Escort sides, my arms and my cock were feeling the hugest they’d ever been. I pushed the dumbbell high above my head with my left arm and pleasured myself to completion with my right: in a thunderous orgasm, I let out a primal roar as ropes of cum spurted across the room, hitting the floor-to-ceiling mirror, smearing down the glass.

Once my climax subsided, I lowered the dumbbell to the ground and faced myself in the mirror: buck naked, surrounded my weights, I wound myself up into the hardest, tensest, most defined double bicep flex I’d ever done. My quads were rippling with definition, my abs were deep, my pecs were popping, and my arms felt like the size of watermelons. And of course, my nine-inch cock hung meatily, with the last of my cum leaking out.

I grabbed those ASAP lime green trunks and knew: I was gonna look hot as fuck on boat day.

—

In the two weeks prior, Rachel and I got spray tan and tanning bed combos every few days to turn our skin from white to silky bronze, to highlight our rapidly improving muscle definition. This tanning salon would let you be completely naked to get sprayed – no paper underwear required – and my technician Tina also gave me some discreet highlights. She told me that bodybuilders often get just an extra bit of tan juice in the ridges between their abdominal muscles and around their pecs. It had to be subtle, but Tina was a pro. I asked for the same subtle touch around my glutes. Remember: ASAP: “as skimpy as possible”.

I could barely sleep the night before Boat Day. While I loved Rachel’s naked body, I was excited to see all these friends from the gym as close to naked as possible – and Rachel was too. Tomorrow, we were all going to put on a show.

—

In the morning, Rachel and I did a home workout, naked in her gym. We concentrated on abs: we both wanted one last effort to make our midsections pop for photos. I loved doing hanging straight leg raises with weight between my feet: I could do full range of motion with a 25lb dumbbell, as long as I kept the dumbbell tight between my feet and didn’t drop it on my head at the top of a rep. These made my abs burn like anything.

Rachel loved Russian twists with a 45lb plate, and I loved watching her do them. No other exercise made her tanned 8-pack ripple quite as much, and you know by now that that drives me wild!

We finished with weighted planks, and our weight was each other. Rachel held her body as stiff as a board as I lowered myself down slowly to sit on her back, putting more and more of my weight on her until my hands and feet were off the ground. Keeping my balance was a good core workout in itself, but Rachel’s was next level: she held plank position with 195lb of extra weight (i.e. me) for a full minute before showing the slightest sign of discomfort. It’s then she started to shake just a little, her arms involuntarily convulsing. I felt her brace her core even tighter – abs, back, ass – and power through another 30 seconds before the shaking became too much and neither of us could keep our balance. Her arms dropped and we both collapsed in a heap.

“Oh my fuck my core!” Rachel was spent.. or so I thought. “Fuck.. I’m.. shit I’m really close.”

What she did next surprised me: she walked over to the pull-up bar and jumped up to hang by her arms. Then she started slow controlled leg raises, closing her eyes and concentrating very deeply.

She was trying to give herself a coregasm. That’s what she meant by “really close”. I watched her as her super cut arm muscles were extended straight, Anadolu Yakası Escort her quads were popping as her legs were extended straight, and her abs contracted as slow as possible.

Rachel bit her lips and let out a moan.. she was learning to give herself stimulation just through core exercises and it was a beautiful sight to behold.

She panted: “Tim, suck my nipples now.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I approached her from the side and took her breasts in my hands, beautiful shapes of fat on top of hard pectoral muscle, and traced each nipple one by one with my tongue. Rachel continued to lower and raise her legs – after a 90-second weighted plank her core must have been on fire, but she’d discovered that this sort of workout could give her sexual pleasure.

She held her legs out at 90 degrees, parallel to the floor, and started twisting her hips and rubbing her thighs together, stimulating her groin. I kept sucking her tits as I roamed my hands all over her back, arms and abs. As I kneaded her firm, muscular ass, tensed to hold her legs parallel, Rachel convulsed and an orgasm washed over her. She had the arm strength to keep holding onto the bar and the core strength to keep her legs raised – what a woman!

Only once her orgasm had subsided completely, she lowered her legs into my arms and let go of the bar, falling into my embrace. We kissed long and deeply before she hopped down to the ground.

“I think I need to lie down!”

“Then lie on top of me,” I replied. It was my turn to finish with a weighted plank too.. and Rachel had every intention of having me finish in more than one sense.

I put my weight on my elbows and toes, braced my core and glutes tight, then Rachel lay down on top of me, face down, tanned skin on tanned skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her face nestled in my spine, her boobs nestled in my lower back, I could feel her individual ab muscles on my ass cheeks, and with her feet in the air, she positioned her knees in the back of my knees.

She spoke to me softly: “You get to cum but only if you hold me for a full two minutes. One minute fifty to go.”

We both stayed rock still for a moment, but then Rachel’s hands started roaming. She traced fingers down from my shoulders, over my lats and delts, and from there round to my torso.

Rachel splayed her fingers on both hands to grab my pecs, squeezing each muscle one by one and digging her fingernails in.

“Hmm Tim.. yum! Your pecs are getting fucking huge! It’s so fucking sexy to watch you do flys and bench press.”

I already had a half chub from sucking Rachel’s tits to orgasm, but all this ego stroking sent me straight to full erection. The head of my penis rested on the gym mat, and I did Kegels to lift it off the floor and back down.

“One minute,” Rachel purred. She moved her left hand to my abs and dug her fingers into the eight muscles one by one, giving me a mini abdominal massage. Each slab of muscle was tensed and resisted the firm kneading of her slender fingertips. She brushed her nails along the ridges between my abs, defined and deep.. and she traced her fingers further down until she hit my pubic hair.

“Thirty seconds.” The fingers on her left hand twisted circles on my skin tantalizingly close to the base of my shaft. She shifted her weight on top of me, I felt her boobs move, and her right hand started feeling up my right bicep. She continued to shift her weight, writhing her crotch and touching her vulva to the back of my legs.

My whole body – arms, shoulders, abs, quads – was straining and tensed like crazy. Holding İstanbul Escort a plank for this long was no joke, but I tensed and untensed my pelvic muscles to bring my dick off the floor. I’d gone from a semi minutes earlier to absolutely rock hard.

“Twenty..” Her left hand made contact with my penis for the first time, brushing her fingernails slowly along my shaft. Her right hand moved down my lat muscles and around to my abs.

“Oh my Christ I love your abs now,” moaned Rachel. “Fifteen.” She reached my bulging cock head and played with my precum, smearing it down my nine-inch shaft.

“Ten.. nine..” By this time, Rachel was fully jacking me off as she kept grinding her pussy into my leg muscles.

“Five.. four..” I was feeling that climax coming on, every muscle in my body was on fire.. “three.. two.. one..”

I let go of the plank and tipped onto my side. Rachel’s naked muscular body bumped on top of me then away from me, as I felt her toned quads against my own legs. My abs and arms were absolutely spent.. but I was so horny and turned on that my fatigue meant nothing.

On my knees, I flipped Rachel onto her back and pinned her wrists to the floor. Her jacked physique lay before me, and she licked her lips at the sight of my tanned torso. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy dripping wet.

I grabbed my meaty member and thrust it inside her, rough and deep. I bottomed out instantly, hitting her cervix, and Rachel let out an “Aaehh!!”, a wide-eyed cry of passion. I was so ready to cum: I pumped her furiously, with long and rapid strokes. I wanted to fuck her silly.

Rachel’s glorious abs quivered as she rode the precipice of another orgasm. I was getting closer myself. She pulsed her vaginal walls and tightened herself over me, and it was a matter of seconds before both of us screamed out in ecstasy.

“FUUUUUCCCKKKK Timmm!!! Oh my.. ahhhh!!”

“Uhhhh Rach fuck!”

Waves crashed over her body, shaking every muscle fiber. I sent what felt like gallons of jizz into her warm pussy, thrusting on every convulsion of my rock hard dick. I blacked out from the pleasure. Rachel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

And as our mutual climax subsided, I had absolutely nothing left. My arms gave way and the whole weight of my torso collapsed onto Rachel, my dick still inside her, my meaty pecs and shoulder muscles hitting her in the face and bumping her head onto the gym floor.

“Jesus Tim,” said Rachel. “We’re not even on the boat yet and my head’s spinning already!”

I had no words, trying to catch my breath. After what felt like ages as my eyes cleared up and my blackout vision went away, I pulled out of Rachel’s gorgeous wet pussy and rolled off her.

Lying at her side, both of us were totally spent and had to spend the longest time catching our breath. We’d pushed ourselves to the limit – two minutes of weighted plank each is no joke, not to mention all the other core work we’d just done. But we both knew that it was worth it: our abs would be so on point, tanned and popping, and something we were proud to show off our gym friends.

I moved my hand to Rachel’s thigh – her quads were made of striated muscle. I traced my hand up along her pussy – she shuddered briefly – and to her abs. I left my hand still on top of the gorgeous slabs of muscle as she shuddered and breathed in and out.

She did the same: her hand rested on my abs, then gave the whole area a squeeze.

“Tim, you are so fucking hot. You’ve just transformed into.. god, this!”

“Rachel, your body is an absolute marvel. I can’t believe the abs. And the rest of you.”

“But mostly the abs.”

“Yeah mostly the abs.” We both giggled.

“Okay,” said Rachel. “Quick shower then get dressed for boat day. Us girls definitely have a show for you guys.”

“And I’ve got a show for you too.”

Rachel squeezed my stomach once more. “I cannot wait.”

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If everything happens for a reason, I hope I never know why a single chance encounter in a chat group caused something so conflicting morally and completely mind blowing physically.

I’d never really thought that she’d be a woman who was chatting in this place, and that she was almost all the physical and perverted things I always wanted most of all. Gorgeous face, intelligent, dirty as hell, great tits, nice body, loved to fuck and get fucked just all the same ways I needed to fuck to keep me hooked on her pussy. If I had met her at another time and in another place, I probably would have fallen in love, but when I met her I just loved how she was the ideal married woman that I’d wanted to have secretly and get that thrill of forbidden sex I’d been craving.

Since I definitely was not sober that night, I don’t know details about who messaged who first, or much else other than I couldn’t find it believable and that we hit it off immediately. We kept in touch the next day, and the next and it was naturally beginning to deepen and we were sending messages with an app she would delete when she got home. We talked about everything and obviously sex most often, and I knew within days that this was a woman I could die a happy man if I could fuck her and find out all about her if her words were true. Spoiler Alert: I wouldn’t write this story about it if they weren’t.

About a little over a month goes by and we’ve exchanged pictures that only made our desire increase exponentially, and I was having dreams about her tits all day after seeing the first picture she sent me. As we got closer to the thing we seemed destined to do, we made plans and talked about how much we wanted each other and what we wanted to do when we were finally able to have a chance. She talked so dirty and said that she wanted to feel me raw inside of her and she absolutely would want me to fill her when I was thinking it was a dream that I had someone who wanted me to shoot inside her seemingly as much as I’d wanted to myself. God only knows how many loads I had stroked out alone thinking it was going to happen before the day it became real.

We were careful and vetted each other with enough time and caution to go on further, and we were both dying to find out what it would be like to fuck someone who we were so turned on by and hadn’t even met, until we were face to face on a weekday at a table for a lunch at the restaurant I’d suggested for the fact that there wouldn’t be anyone there who might see us and raise questions. She was exactly as sexy as she looked in photos and being face to face was quickly as effortless from feeling the same natural chemistry that we’d been building and building from day one. She agreed that this was what she’d wanted and she wanted to see me again, but we both had to return to work for the afternoon.

I held her hand out the door and to her car and can’t clearly Ataşehir Escort remember how it happened leading up to it, but I’m one hundred percent sure that I am never going to forget that kiss and how our passion and lust broke free with a bomb of pent up tension ready to go off after we lit the fuse then and there. We didn’t make out, obviously, being in a public parking lot and having at least minimum self-control, but just her lips on mine and pressing our bodies together made me have a rock hard cock and aching balls dying to do what is the best feeling I know of finishing up a good fuck and the only absolutely satisfying option.

My mind was buzzing and going wild with trying to process how something like that just happened and I was at least conscious enough to be able to hide my erection that wouldn’t soften until some time after getting back to try and work, which was impossible with what I’d just felt and then I got a message from her and again I had a rock hard dick. She told me that she wanted me and wanted me soon as she could have me with her again, inviting me to join in with her plan to come down to where she worked downtown in a locally iconic tower. Trying to do any work was pointless.

She made the plans and she turned out to be scary with her abilities to scheme something of an alibi or story without fail for everything we ever did and we did a lot more than I should confess to. I dipped out of work early and went downtown, where she was waiting on the street to pick me up and I found out soon that we were parked in the furthest corner on the lowest level of an empty garage below her office tower. We got all over each other as soon as she was putting the little SUV in park and it was a feeling so intense and different I can’t even describe all the nuances and ways it was unreal.

Wasting very little time and with the console between the front seats keeping us away, I said we should get in the back and she said let’s do it. There, lacking the control and decency that stopped us after lunch, she grabbed my bulge and I teased her pulling away, but she got the idea once I pulled down her business casual slacks and kneeling on the floorboard before her, saw her so close to this crazy destiny and it’s all a blur now but I didn’t wait long, I am sure, to start getting my first ever taste of her sexy, hot, wet, succulent, forbidden pussy and if there was a single chance of going back and stopping the sin we started out of thin air, it was gone after I got her off and saw she was going to cum easily on my face.

She was flushed and pulled me up face to face to kiss with electric shock going between our open lips while she pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees and pulled me closer with her hands on my back until I was against her slit. Our eyes locked and an atomic bomb worth of pent up sexual tension that got us to that point, I Acıbadem Escort positioned myself just after feeling my head slide down her open lips, but she did the rest and pulled me in with her face telling me all I needed to know about how it felt.

Finally, from first not believing she could be real to weeks of discovering this tremendously deep but really dark connection we both knew people would say was horribly wrong, she pulled me in and the last line where we could go back if we stopped was gone instantly, and I went deeper and started to tease her as long as I could. Just a little more before it all pulled back to the tip and denied her more until she didn’t expect it. Finally, I had found out how she sounds when she moans and how being bare in her was like being in sexual heaven. Soon after that night, I found out that she’d never imagined she would feel herself so full of a dick and anything inside as deep and I guess the look I saw on her face the moment I buried and bottomed out inside of her was her eyes going wide from being opened up to being opened in ways she could not think of before she opened her legs for me and pulled me in.

I was seeing a dream come true underneath me in the back of a small SUV and could feel all of myself buried bare in a married woman’s pussy, and it was wild. My girlfriend believed I was at work and she wasn’t necessarily away from work, where her hubby assumed her to be, but all I can say was that knowing I was not supposed to be doing something that was so outlandishly erotic and that what’s most wrong about all of it is that this was some of the best and most remarkable sex I could ever have so far in life and knowing that I was giving a wife what she’d never had from anyone made the trill a thousand times hotter.

But then, I saw her tits and lost my goddamn mind. I’d wanted to see them and watch them on top of me bouncing since I saw the first picture she sent, and after I’d heard her say she was going to cum and felt the first climax of untold to come I knew I was helpless and going to cum like a geyser when I saw her pull off her top and the way it looked like a dream when her almost perfect size and shape DD tits spilled out of her bra when she released the front clasp.

She already felt what was going to happen before I told her partially to make totally sure that she wanted me to cum in her and also because I really love to hear it. I’ll remember her saying it over and over again, “cum in my pussy” always made it so, and I felt her lock me in as my cock swelled up and in milliseconds the whole release of the best feeling I know of in the world from just only a fully natural human instinct and I couldn’t get up to walk for minutes until I came down from my high and we kissed with heavy deep breath while our hips ground together and her legs locking me there still throbbing and hard a longer than İstanbul Escort usual time and feeling her where she’d never been fucked, where I found out pretty near instantly she was practically hooked on how I made her cum.

It’s almost tragic that she and I could have such a strong and immediate chemistry and the intimacy we shared in moments truly romantic such as how it was kissing and feeling each other for a long lasting memory where I savored everything about the sensations with her and kissed long after I was going softer still inside of her. But it was natural, and incredible and we both fucking loved how it felt.

But, like it always will my post nut clarity came over me and all the nerves and worries I’d blocked out because I’d been desperate for this fuck in a more powerful way came up and I feared being caught and wondered what we had done. She said she should get back to work and that she needed to see me again as soon as she could.

I had to go to a nearby bar and have a few drinks to process everything that had just happened between having lunch and fucking her before five and I couldn’t tell anyone anything about it, so I just played it back and felt more confused by being able to think sensibly after I’d just had some extremely wild sex and was going to go home to a girlfriend I had dated forever and had known a while I was within a dead relationship, while she knew it too.

Feeling no remorse for fucking someone behind my girlfriends back, obviously our time was limited and I liked it if I felt anything and glad she wasn’t going to stop me enjoying sex anymore. That evening I received a message on the app that said she’d been thinking about it all night and (what I will always find massively erotic) she was at home with her husband and it was turning her on to have to act all normal but still able to feel my cum leaking from her pussy and nobody else knew a thing.

That night I slept in the guest bed where I had been for weeks, and she slept next to her husband who, to this very day, I’ll never know what problems or stupidity he had to not have married a woman like he did, who any man would be so lucky to have do the things she was capable of in bed, and not end up to this point his wife was dreaming about feeling my penis and not wanting anything more than the dirty, nasty, forbidden feeling there she felt from the first time she’d felt so completely satisfied and filled getting fucked and a reminder she didn’t need hubby to fuck her anymore, she would still be wet in the morning waking up with a wet pussy and rub out an orgasm in the shower before cleaning up the last drops of possibly the biggest load of cum I had ever sprayed inside a needing pussy yet.

But the next time I could see her, there was an opportunity to have privacy on a couch at my workplace after hours, and a whole other story I could tell about how I hadn’t seen anything yet and my wildest surprise when she sucked the first inch of my cock into her lips and there was no doubt left that there was nothing that this woman couldn’t do to blow my mind and my head nearly exploded seeing her look up at me blowing me into her throat.

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Author’s Notes

This is an entry for the 750 Word Project 2023. It is much shorter than I would normally write, but the rules are 750 words only: no more, no less. If nothing else, sometimes these short snippets provide the inspiration for something much longer. I do hope you enjoy the story and don’t find the length too much of a disappointment. I would welcome both your comments and your vote.

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I lay on his bed, my head on his bare chest, one leg resting across his lower torso. I was breathing fast. I was awash with conflicting emotion.

The pain would subside over time.

The pleasure… that would stay forever… that was why I kept coming back.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

His voice was comforting. His tone was soft and deep. Every spoken word was as soothing as the cream he smoothed across my smarting skin. It may have been a simple expression, devoid of deep meaningful emotion but, in that moment, it was what I needed to hear.

I strained my neck and looked up towards him.

I smiled.

How had I ended up here? It wasn’t planned. I Anadolu Yakası Escort never intended for it to happen.

I’ll never forget that night… that first time. It was a casual drink, after work, the team out for an evening of fun. Fun? God, for sure there had been plenty of fun… then… now… and hopefully for ever more.

‘Share a taxi?’ he had said.

‘How about a coffee?’ he had added.

Should I have refused? Could I have refused? Did I want to refuse?

He was the boss, and I was the newbie… the green behind the ears graduate about to embark on a journey of learning. Little did I know it then, but I’d be learning as much about myself as I did about the job.

Don’t misunderstand though. Never once did he insist, nor did he expect. It was my choice, and he was only too eager to please. Boy, did he please… and the more he pleased, the more I needed him to please.

His words were intoxicating, sinking deep into my conscious, but that was all they were… words. There was no order… no command… he simply suggested, softly yet powerfully, and I found myself obeying his every wish. Not just obeying Avrupa Yakası Escort but enjoying. I wasn’t sure how he did it, but somehow, he knew every button to press.

The blindfold plunged me into darkness… depriving me of sight… putting me on edge, unsure of what was coming next.

The cuffs and ropes… each strong and secure… left me so vulnerable.

The paddle… with its broad solid wooden blade… left a lasting impression on my cute ass.

“Mmmm,” I sighed as he continued to sooth those red welts.

The collar…

I reached up to my neck. It was still there, the tiny black leather collar with its silver ring at the front. I ran my fingers over the soft leather, remembering. I was nervous when he first gave it to me, but now it meant everything… our relationship symbolised in that one simple band.

It needed no explanation.

The meaning was clear.

I was his, and he was mine. He was still the boss, and I was still the newbie, with so much to learn. But now he was more than the boss… he was my teacher, and I was learning fast.

As I lay there, I could feel the rise and İstanbul Escort fall of his chest beneath my head… his soothing caress against my smarting skin… the strength of his arm around my shoulders, holding me safe. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted back.

A warmth spread through my naked body as I thought about what we had just done, or more so, what he had just done. My only part was to lay there, blindfolded, wrists and ankles cuffed, spreadeagled on the bed. With a pillow under my hips, there was nothing I could do but present myself to him.

What came first?

It all became a blur.

Was it the wand against my arousal, vibrations forced deep inside, pushing me close to the edge? Was it the despair as he cruelly left me there? Was it the beat of the paddle against my firm cheeks, pulling me back again, replacing the hope of pleasure with a tinge of pain.

Time after time, he repeated the same, pushing me higher, leaving me wanting.

Time after time… each a little nearer… the need a little stronger.

There was no gag to stifle me. It was like he wanted to hear it all…

The moans…

The panted breaths…

The pained groans as the paddle hit…

The gasp of surprise as he sank his huge cock up inside, rocking against me…

The shriek as I came… oh so hard.

I smiled again.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied.

His kiss on my forehead said more than words ever could.

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I quickly got the chair and moved it into position. My eyes were wide as I watched Monique and my Mom, holding each other so close, sharing tongue-filled swirls of passion. Monique gently pushed my Mom back against the side of the bed, lowering her gently to the mattress, then crawling on top of her. She looked over at me.

“Six years ago, after the devastation, your Mom needed comfort, and I wanted to comfort her fully. Let me show you how I comforted your Mom.”

I watched, entranced, as Monique started to kiss her way down my Mom’s body. The sight of Monique on top of my Mom, the dichotomy of the light and dark skin against each other was one of the most erotic things I’d seen. She kissed her way all over my Mom’s breasts, the left then the right, and started to kiss, lick and suck on them in turn, I heard my Mom’s moans, and I had a sudden flashback.

Six years ago, when Monique was living with us and taking care of us, I’d heard these moans after Monique had helped my Mom to bed. I’d cried into my pillow, thinking at the time that her moans were vocalizations of her grief for my Dad, when in fact they had been vocalizations of sexual excitement. My cock took notice, and I could feel myself starting to grow back.

Monique paused, looked over, and smiled as she saw my cock returning.

“Mmmm, so nice, getting hard again so quickly. Let’s give you some more visual Viagra.”

I could see my Mom’s nipples, now a dark pink, swollen and hard, wet with Monique’s saliva as she started a downward path again, kissing a line down my Mom’s body, pausing briefly at her navel to swirl her tongue through it, making my Mom giggle, then lower, kissing gently over her mound, swirling her tongue through my Mom’s neatly trimmed muff.

Monique, her voice a husky whisper, cooed, “Mmmmm, you smell so good Lissie baby, so wet, so hot and juicy, I want to lick all of that juice, I want to taste every bit of you, baby.”

My Mom purred, “Mmmm, oh yes, lick me, Moni, no one knows how to lick me as good as you.”

My Mom spread her thighs, and Monique kissed her way down, situating herself between the spread. My cock was back up to full height, as I watched Monique’s head nestling in between my Mom’s thighs. I saw her head press forward, then a growl of pleasure from my Mom as Monique’s tongue snaked its way inside her.

“Oh yes Moni sweetheart, mmmm, lick me, oh love me, feels so wonderful.”

Monique did exactly that, licking my Mom with urgent, lust-fueled desire. I couldn’t see much, then Monique helped by sweeping her hair across Bostancı Escort her back and over her other shoulder, and pulled back slightly, inviting me to look. I got up and was virtually touching them as I got a good, long look. I could see a glint of metal, and with a shock, saw that my Mom had a genital piercing. My Mom got herself pierced, down there? When the hell did that happen? I realized as I thought it, what a silly thing it was to think that way. Like my Mom is just going to come home one day and discuss her body piercing with her son!

Monique disengaged her mouth, and ran her fingertips up and down my Mom’s wet, swollen lips, giving me a look of sheer lust, she cooed, “Look at that piercing, isn’t that sexy? Ummm, I love to run my tongue all over it. It’s a clitoral hood piercing, see the round ball of the jewelry top up here,” she said, stroking gently at that round knob, bringing a growl of pleasure from my Mom, “and below, where the piercing emerges, the small jewel-like stone that caps the other end. Your Mom got this 6 years ago, I needed to shake Lissie out of her grief, get her going on a whole new track, and I took her with me when I got mine done. Yes, I have one just like that, and Lissie was so intrigued by the idea that I was able to coax her into getting her hood pierced, just like me! When it’s done right, the sensation of this resting on the clit is very erotic. When I have a lover licking me right there, or pumping his cock into me, the nudging of my jewelry against my clit makes me cum like a train! Mine was done right, and judging by Lissie’s reaction, I’d say hers was done right too!”

My Mom cooed, “Oh god, yes, it’s such an erotic feeling, I’ve never felt so sexy. I loved my husband, but the orgasm was always hit-and-miss. Now, when a lover pumps his cock into me, or you baby, fuck me with a dildo, I know I’m gonna get mine. Lick me Moni baby, get your hot mouth back on me, I’m so close, and I want to give you all my juices!”

Monique purred, “Oh yes Lissie baby, I want you to cum, cum real hard, and squirt all over, cum all over my face!”

My mind was getting blown over and over today, and it hadn’t even been half a day since things started to change radically. Monique reapplied her mouth, and my Mom’s sighs and moans of pleasure filled the bedroom. Monique pulled her head back slightly, her tongue tickling at Mom’s jewelry, letting me see as she slid two fingers up my Mom’s pussy, finding the spot, she started to work over the inside, and my Mom’s body started to shake.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Ümraniye Escort feels so good, gonna cum, oh god gonna cum so hard, yes, yes, OOOHHH GAAAWWWWDDD!”

My Mom’s voice rose up to a shrieking wail of pleasure, and I saw it, I saw my Mom’s pussy start squirting, bathing Monique’s sexy face with her cum, Monique was moaning with pleasure as she got soaked.

Her mouth stayed right there, licking at my Mom through every spasm of pleasure. The sight of my Mom exploding like that, and Monique’s face, shiny and wet with my Mom’s juices, had driven my cock up to steel hardness.

Monique slithered up my Mom’s body, and I was once again treated to the dichotomy of dark against light, as they held each other tight, my Mom was tasting the juices she had sprayed, smiling with pleasure at the taste.

“Come here Kev, join me, taste my juices that I sprayed all over Moni’s face,” my Mom whispered.

I didn’t need an engraved invitation, and Monique grabbed my head and pulled her lips tightly against mine. I could taste Mom’s juices in Monique’s mouth, oh fuck, so fucking hot, her tongue wrestled with mine, then she broke the kiss, and I eagerly sampled the sprays of cum, my Mom had really unloaded, and there was a large, tasty offering for both of us as we licked Monique’s face clean.

My Mom growled huskily, “Okay, your turn Moni! And, how would you like my Kev to lick you, baby?”

A bolt of lust shot through me as I saw Monique’s face, smiling, her green eyes full of heat, as she cooed, “Oh yes, come lick me Kev.”

She lay back and spread her thighs for me. I could see her inner lips slightly parted, and I could see the glint of her hood piercing, mmmm, I wanted to lick that, I wanted to taste all of her incredible body. I started to kiss her neck, running my mouth up and down, planting kisses all over, her neck, along her shoulders, and under her chin. My Mom was watching, face flushed, stroking gently at her pussy.

“Mmmm, Kev, you are getting me so hot, so wet, what a smart fellow you are, getting me warmed up, umm, keep going, sweetheart.”

Monique’s encouragement spurred me on, and I dropped my head lower, kissing all the way until I ran my mouth up to the top of her left nipple. Her nipple was standing up, a dark, dusky rose color and I eagerly surrounded it with my mouth.

Letting out a gasp, Monique purred, “Oh yes baby, umm, I love having my tits sucked, lick my tits, suck them, nibble at them, fuck it feels so good!”

I did exactly as requested, feeling the nipple stiffen up, rock Kartal Escort hard as I laved and sucked at her, nibbling gently, enjoying her cries of pleasure. Switching to her right nipple, I gave her other stiff tit equal time, fuck, it was surreal. I’d heard guys boasting about their supposed conquests, fuck ’em all, I’d have a real-life sex life that would put them all to shame, and it would be my secret. I didn’t need a bunch of phonies kissing up to me, then taking my sex life and spreading it all over the net.

I broke away and started to kiss my way down, swirling my tongue through her navel, then running my tongue over the shaven sides that defined the edges of her landing strip, then running my tongue through the neatly trimmed strip itself. Monique’s scent, a blast of hot, musky lust, filled my nose.

Monique growled “Do you know where I would like your tongue buried? I want it buried in my hot, wet pussy! Do it, baby, shove your tongue deep, and lick me, oh fuck, yeah, go crazy on my pussy!”

My Mom, in a husky growl, added, “Oh yeah baby, lick my girlfriend, make her cum, make her squirt all over your face!”

In between the spread of her thighs, Monique reached down, and her fingers spread herself open for me. My breath caught, oh god, what a view. Her pussy lips were a rich caramel, framing the dark pink of her inner folds, and I wanted to lick that very much. My tongue shot out, and I licked at her, licking like I was possessed.

“Slow down Kev, take your time, there’s no rush,” Monique cooed.

Eager to do exactly as told, I started to lick slower, long sweeping arcs of my tongue right over the lips, dipping between the seam. Her juices started to bubble up, a strong, musky taste. Dee had light, tart juices, and I marveled at the different tastes from woman to woman. My mind brought up Anne, I wondered how her juices will taste. My cock was aching as I licked at Monique’s musky heat, I ran my tongue up and started to lick at her piercing jewelry, listening to her gasps and growls of pleasure.

“Yes, ummmm, that feels so good, now, shove two fingers up me Kev, and fuck my pussy, make me explode all over your face!”

I did so, and a minute later, I could feel her body starting to shake.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, gonna cum, cum so fucking hard, yes, yes, YYYEEESSSSS!”

Her voice rose up to a shriek of joy, and I felt her pussy clamping at my fingers, and a jet of her cum shot out and hit me square in the face. I stayed with her, getting my face squirted down, Monique’s cries of orgasmic pleasure filling the bedroom, as she rode her climactic wave.

“Now, I’m going to make you a man, Kev!” Monique growled.

She grabbed me, turned me over on my back, and smiled.

“Are you still a virgin baby? You are, aren’t you? I’m going to change that for you, right now!”

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“Hey, come here.” She beckoned her husband into the basement guest bedroom they were using while visiting family for the holidays. It was filled with knick-knacks and mementos from her youth, which made what she was about to do even naughtier.

She’d snuck away from the drinks and snacks going on upstairs only a few moments before, to come downstairs and quickly change. She’d texted her husband that she had something to show him, and waited for him at the door wearing only her thin bathrobe.

He popped into the room with his normal enthusiasm. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hopefully you,” she said in her favourite mock serious voice, its sensual ting matched by her dropping the robe to reveal the tender flesh of a bare shoulder.

His eyes went wide. “Are you serious right now?”

She batted her eyelashes and let the other side of the robe fall to reveal her other shoulder. “Don’t I look serious?”

Everyone was right above them in the living room, eating, drinking, carrying on, without the faintest idea of what was about to happen right beneath them.

She welcomed him into the bedroom as she backed up to the bed, clutching the front of her robe to her breasts. She sat slowly and leaned back on the soft bed, crossing her legs to give her husband a quick glance of her smooth sigh.

He stumbled towards her in shock, barely remembering to close the bedroom door behind her. He was practically salivating at her luscious body.

She looked him right in the eyes as she dropped her hand from the front of the robe to reveal her skimpy bodysuit underneath. It lacily clung to her curves and accentuated her breasts in just the right way. She knew she looked delectable.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.

“Are you complaining?” she replied while running a finger along her chest, tracing her fingernail from nipple to nipple. “I can get covered Maltepe Escort up if you don’t like it.”

“Oh I love it.” He stepped up to her knees with an obvious bulge in his pants and drank in the sight of her lying on the bed with hooded eyelids and a gentle smile playing on her lips.”You won’t get any complaints from me.”

His fingers grazed the top of her thigh, seemingly desperate to reach higher but holding back for a tease.

She could play that game. She took her finger from her breast to her lips and took it as deep as possible with a moan.

He moaned too and gripped her legs in a tender embrace to open them wide. There was no resistance, only desire. He kissed the top of one thigh and then the other, nibbling and kissing as he moved towards the real prize.

She ran her hands through his thick hair and pulled him towards her sweetness. The snap at the bottom of her bodysuit was quickly undone to fully reveal herself to her husband.

Her body shuddered in delight at the first touch of his tongue. She’d wanted this ever since they arrived at her parents’ house for the holiday. Shivers across her skin at the thought of everyone being upstairs, oblivious to the love happening beneath them. She naughtily wished even more family members were visiting right then so that they would have a true audience. They had to be quiet but she didn’t want to be. She knew she wouldn’t be when her orgasm would crash through her.

Her clit immediately received the attention it deserved. Her husband knew exactly what she loved and what she needed. The pleasure radiating from her most sensitive spot made her clench her thighs around his head and pull him deeper into her by the hair. She loved how enthusiastic he was. Her breath came quickly and heavily as she moaned and tossed her head in pleasure, nearly salivating herself.

The Anadolu Yakası Escort sweet and sensual sounds of him going down on her filled the room. She got even wetter knowing anyone would hear it if they came by to see what they were doing. The walls weren’t exactly thin at her parents’ house.

Her husband reached up to grab a tit. She pulled it towards her left breast where his fingers immediately clamped onto her nipple and pulled hard, just the way she liked it.

They had a vigorous sex life but this was different. This was passionate and naughty in a way they couldn’t be at home. She wanted to be devoured by him and to devour him, to fuck him over and over until they were a sweaty, tired, horny mess.

Her whole body shook as he pulled again and again on her nipple. They’d always been incredibly sensitive and she loved having them played with. He could pull and pull and it would never be enough. She grabbed her other nipple and pulled even harder while squeezing her legs even tighter.

Her body bucked against his face as her orgasm swelled inside her. She didn’t normally get off just from oral sex but she was so horny from getting eaten out in her bed with family right above them. She was the wettest she’d ever been.

The pleasure from her nipples was incredible but she knew she needed a little bit more. She let go of her one nipple and slapped it. The sharp sound of the slap drew her husband’s head up enough to see what she’d done.

“Oh you like that?” he asked, knowing she did. He let go of her nipple and immediately slapped her tit. The pain and pleasure swirled in her heart as he did it again and again, moving from one nipple to the other with firm but gentle slaps. Her tits bounced with each hit as she thrust her pussy against his face.

She moaned loudly as he returned to her clit, licking all İstanbul Escort the way from the sweet folds of her pussy to her hard clit. Then his tongue darted a little lower.

She spread her legs even further and moaned deliriously as he tongue ventured lower and lower to the place it rarely went. It felt just right to be as naughty as possible while they had the chance.

His tongue went all the way up and all the way down to hit every pleasure spot she had.

Her hips bucked as her orgasm grew and grew, leaving her panting and sweaty.

His fingers on his free hand easily slid into her pussy. She was incredibly tight from being on edge all day and her pussy walls clenched around his fingers. It felt magnificent to be filled while there was so much attention on her clit and nipples. She felt loved, she felt wanted.

His fingers started going in and out, slow at first and then ramping up as he pinched and pulled even harder at her nipple.

It was too much. The warmth of her orgasm reached a new height as she held her breath and bucked against her husband’s. Her orgasm rolled across her with the force of a fearsome wave, leaving her gasping and panting as she pulled and licked harder.

For the first time ever, she squirted while being eaten out. She was nearly feral as her orgasm took over her entire body. She was delirious with lust.

Then it was too much, too overwhelming for every sense she had. Everything tingled delightfully. “Too much, too much,” she panted as she let go of her husband’s hair and her own nipple.

He eased up on her pussy but couldn’t help but take a few more licks and give her nipple one last pull. She gasped and moaned and writhed on the soaked sheets. Then she laughed when she saw how drenched his face was in her own juices.

“I think baby needed that,” he told her as he rested his wet face on the inside of her thigh.

“Oh yeah. But don’t worry, why don’t you come up here and I can give you something you need too.” She smiled widely and pulled him up towards her mouth by the hair.

It was going to be a lovely afternoon, and she hoped everyone wondered where they’d gone.

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