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This story is a continuation of a wife who has a one night stand with a mysterious man and the implications it has on her life…

The hotel room phone rang. My eyes open slightly. My mind was still dazed as I looked at the clock.

6:00 AM

My flight would leave in two hours. I lifted my tired body out of bed. I was nude; a bit tired, but not hung over. I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the lights. I was taken aback by the woman standing before me in the mirror: my long blonde hair was a complete mess, my still-perky breasts hung well but the nipples were red and raw. My eyes trailed down by body to my sex. My little bald pussy was swollen.

Freshly used. Aching.

I looked back at my face in the mirror and noticed, for the first time, the crusty dried residue of my lover’s semen. I reached up and touched it. Crusty cum covered the entire left side of my face into my hair. I suddenly felt humiliated. I had given myself to a complete stranger. I let him fuck me however he wanted. He used me, and then marked me as his slut by cumming all over my wanting face. I didn’t even know his name.

My mind immediately thought of my husband. He was home waiting for me. Completely unaware of the dirty slut I had become.

Craig was always good to me. But our sex life had become stale. We would only make love a couple times a month. It was often over minutes after we started, leaving me unsatisfied. I frequently had to use a toy, after he had finished, in order to climax.

Last night was different.

That mysterious man was completely in control. He put me on my knees, fucked my face, then stretched my pussy. He made me scream and beg for more. He showed me exactly how much of a slut I could be.

And, I loved almanbahis yeni giriş it.

As I recalled the previous night’s events in my mind, I felt my body begin to respond. My breasts became sensitive. I watched myself in the mirror, as if I was a voyeur watching a sexy exhibitionist play.

My well-manicured fingers slid up my body. My dark red nails gently scraping up my tummy under my breasts. I cupped both of my C-cup tits, squeezing the slightly. The contrast between the soft white flesh that had gone protected from the sun and my well-tanned skin made me giggle. My lover the previous night had not even bothered to remove my bra.

My fingertips found my nipples, pinching them simultaneously. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You dirty little slut.” I whispered to myself.

My knees weakened as I pulled and pinched my nipples. They were long and pointy, like pencil erasers. Most boys I had been with, loved to play and suck on them. I had even cum once from just having my tits played with. It was a long time ago, with a distant lover.

My pussy began to moisten as I played with my tits. I squeezed them roughly and pulled on the nipples, elongating them. I lifted my right breast upward as far as it could go as I leaned my head down looking at the woman in the mirror. My long tongue stretched, the tip finally just flicking my erect nipple.

“Oh, god.” I exclaimed.

Goosebumps covered my body as the realization of who the slut in the mirror was came to me. My pussy was flowing. I needed release. I needed to cum. I reached down and slid two fingers into my pussy. I was already soaked.

I slid them out and brought my well-lubricated fingers to my left nipple, almanbahis giriş swirling my juices over it. I wished there was a sexy man to lick it clean.

I brought my fingers back down my body and inside my dripping folds again. I began to tremble as I slowly slid the index and middle finger of my left hand in and out while my right hand still cupped my breast. I squeezed and pinched my right nipple.

“Didn’t get enough last night, slut?” I taunted myself in the mirror.

I watched as my fingers slid in and out of my meaty bald cunt. I always had a bit more vulva than other girls. My husband used to love to suck on my outer lips. Pull them with his mouth, even nibble on them, but not anymore. I loved the way it looked as I slid my fingers in and out, the pussy lips almost grabbing at my fingers.

My legs were becoming weak. Spread slightly in front of the mirror. I stopped.

Pulling my fingers from my pussy I noticed the glistening moisture dribbling down my inner thighs. I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth, smiling at the slut in the mirror. I slid them in, over my tongue and lips, sucking hard as I did. I then slid them out, putting on a pornographic show for myself. I began to give my fingers head.

I delighted in my taste. I tasted sweet and clean despite the late night fucking. I pushed my fingers as far as they would go, tickling the back of my throat, but not far enough to gag. I loved the soft, wet feeling of my lips against my fingers as I slid them in and out and imagined how good it must feel for man to have his cock here.

I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, and found myself panting.

“That’s what you like, isn’t it? You want all of your dirty little holes filled.”

I lifted my left leg almanbahis adres and placed it on the toilet seat. Staring at myself in the mirror, my swollen, wet pussy opened. My left leg at a right angle, I slid my hands down my body. My left hand slid over my ass, my fingers teasing the crack of my ass, over my little puckered hole and finally accessing my wet hole from behind. I slid two fingers back in and began to fuck myself.

My breathing quickened as I began to rub small circles over my swollen clitoris.

I moaned a long, slow moan, staring at myself in the mirror.

“That’s it, pump that pussy, you filthy whore.”

My dirty talk only turned me on more as I watched myself. A droplet of sweat fell from face, landing between my cleavage. My right hand was now rocketing in small circles. My clit throbbing. I pushed the two fingers from my left hand as deep as they could go.

I moaned louder, staring at the flowing pussy in the mirror. My fingers pumped in and out as my right hand worked my clit. Faster and faster I rubbed. My pussy made nasty wet sloshing noises. I could feel the cum building deep inside me. I was ready to explode.

My body shook in violent spasms. I bucked and convulsed as I moaned and cried out.

“Fuck….”

I felt my sudden release, almost like I had to pee. I continued to pump my fingers in and out. I felt a sudden flow against my hand as I came. Moving my hand away I began to squirt. Stream after stream of clear fluid erupted from my aching pussy, covering the bathroom floor. My heart raced as I came, over and over.

I stared at the stranger in the mirror. I had never been an exhibitionist. I had never even been terribly naughty; yet here I was, with dried cum on my face, standing in a puddle of my own cum, panting. I truly was transforming into a dirty slut. What had that strange man done to me.

As I slowly came back down I realized I needed to clean up to make my flight. My husband would be waiting. I wondered to myself if he would like to new me. Was there a new me?

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I had special plans for my wife this afternoon, so I left work early to prepare. As soon as I got to the house, I prepared the bed. I pulled the sheet and comforter to the end of the bed, and piled a couple of pillows in the middle. I got our toy box out of the closet, and selected a few of my favorites…the long, soft ropes, my smallest butt plug, our flogger, and my wife’s favorite vibrator. I also got the lube out and set everything on the bedside table.

My wife called to let me know she was on the way home from work, and I suggested that she grab a bite to eat on the way home, but to hurry, as I had a surprise for her. About a half-hour later, I heard her pull into the garage. I met her at the door, doing the usual how-was-your-day-welcome-home-kiss routine. She asked about her surprise, and I told her she’d have to wait for a few minutes.

I instructed her to go to the guest bathroom and get undressed. I also said that it would be a while until she would get another chance, so she should pee while she was at it. She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She returned about five minutes later, completely nude. I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom.

I helped her onto our king-sized almanbahis bed, but had her lay on her stomach across the pillows in the middle of the bed, her head on one side of the bed and her feet hanging off the other side. I took the ropes and put each of her hands through a loop, wrapping one rope around the headboard and one around the footboard. I had her get up on her knees, took the excess rope and tied the ends around her knees, keeping them pulled up toward her chest.

As I looked at her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, I could see moisture already appearing on her smooth, shaved slit. Apparently she liked what I was doing so far. I began to give her a massage, starting with her shoulders and working down to her ass. She gave small moans of pleasure, and I knew that she was really enjoying the attention.

Once I had her very relaxed, I took a small amount of lube and got her puckered asshole very slick, readying it for the butt plug. I applied more lube to the plug itself and slowly inserted it, causing a long, low moan to escape my wife’s lips. She had never been into anal play, and this was the first time she ever had a plug inside her. However, the moaning and wiggling told me almanbahis adres that she liked the new sensation.

Next, I picked up the flogger and lightly began gunning the strands up and down her back, occasionally giving a soft swat. The effect of this was immediate, as my wife began to moan sensually and wiggled her cute little ass with every swat. I could see a huge smile on her face, so I picked up the intensity. I varied the speed, power, and location of the swats I gave with the flogger, and slowly red marks began to appear across her back, ass, and thighs.

By this time, my wife’s pleasurable moans had turned into full blown cries of pleasure with each smack of the flogger. Her pussy was now dripping with moisture, begging to be attended to. Who was I to deny more pleasure? I began to rub her wet mound with my palm, getting it very wet. I picked up my wife’s vibrator, and used to moisture on my hand to prepare the vibe for insertion.

As my wife’s ass was still stuck in the air, it was easy to position the vibrator at her entrance. I slowly pushed the vibe into my wife’s dripping pussy, eliciting another long, deep moan. I pumped the vibrator in and out of my wife several times almanbahis giriş before turning on the vibration, causing a scream of pleasure. At this point, I left the vibe buried in my wife, and retreated quietly, enjoying the sight on my wife, tied up and helpless, orgasm approaching. As I watched, I quietly removed my clothing.

I could tell that she was getting close, as I could see her pussy clenching and unclenching the vibrator buried insider her, and decided that it was time for a good, old-fashioned fucking. I resumed pumping the vibrator in my wife’s pussy with one hand as I untied her with the other. Soon she was free from her restraints and I rolled her over onto her back, withdrawing the vibrator.

Her protests were quickly replaced with cries of pleasure as I buried my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and basically giving her whole pussy a good tongue-lashing. It took barely thirty seconds before she let out a cry of release, and I was rewarded with a flood of her delicious cum. I quickly stood up and plunged my cock into her, fucking with wild abandon. I could feel the butt-plug inside of her, and this made her feel incredibly tight.

A few too-short minutes later, I came with a roar and collapsed on top of my wife, both of our bodies twitching with post-orgasm bliss. After a few minutes, I turned my wife on her side, removed the butt-plug and then lay back down beside her. We pulled the covers up, and drifted off into sleep.

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“Today is the day.” thought Ananya as she sat on the bed looking at herself in the mirror.

Ananya had just come out of the bath with the towel wrapped around her waist and white cotton t-shirt covering her torso. Outside the bedroom, her Mother was busy cooking in the kitchen while her younger brother was watching TV in the living room.

Ananya removed her t-shirt and the towel and reached for her panties. Unlike every other day, today she was going to wear her black lace panties and the black lace bra. The only pair of fashionable undies she owned. She had become conscious of her choice of inner wear only recently. Previously her choice of inners would be simple cotton panties and bra as she wasn’t concerned about how she would look wearing that, wearing just that. But in the last few months, things had changed. Life had taken a sweet turn.

Rohit had entered her life and recently his hands had explored a lot beneath her clothes. She paused as she thought of him. Leaving her panties on the bed, she stood in front of the mirror looking at her own nude image. At 5 feet, she wasn’t the tallest girl in her class but she was definitely the most sought after. Her fair complexion and well-developed breasts was what attracted most of the guys.

Rohit loved her breasts. He never missed an opportunity to touch them and fondle them through her dress. Recently she had even allowed his hand to enter her kurta (top) and feel her nipples. But today was the first time he will get to see them in full glory.

I hope he likes what he sees.

She caressed her breasts gently as she thought of Rohit. She had known Rohit for almost two years now but their affair had begun just a few months back.

Ananya came from a fairly conservative family. She was schooled almanbahis giriş in an all-girls school. Her first interaction with the opposite sex was in junior college. However back then, she was too shy to even befriend any boys. The few boys she did interact with were friends of her friends. Some of them did try to court her but she was always too shy to respond. But now in graduation college, she was feeling more confident. The major confidence booster was turning eighteen. It was the year of firsts. First driver’s license, first blood donation, casting her first vote in the local election and the best of all – her first boyfriend.

In the beginning, her interaction with Rohit was no different than her interaction with any other boy in her neighborhood. Like all the other boys, he too was extra nice to her while she was cordial without being too friendly. While most boys would back off when she did not reciprocate their interest, Rohit was persistent. His charming style and boyish good looks eventually won her over. She soon found herself waiting for his call, looking forward to meeting him and now looking forward to feeling his touch all over her body.

The thought of making love for the first time sent a shiver of excitement through her body. She held her breast cupping them from the bottom. Her nipples responded to her touch. Nipple play always made her wet.

She had only discovered how sensitive her nipples were when Rohit had first touched them. Now, whenever she returned from their date she would stroke them herself reliving every moment of their date and imagining how it would feel when Rohit would finally make love to her.

She slowly removed her hands from her breasts.

Should not get carried away just yet.

Her almanbahis yeni giriş fingers trailed down to her belly and traced around the navel gently caressing the skin. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She had considered shaving them completely just like the models in the X-art videos. But she had never gone bald before and was not sure if it would look good.

Maybe he will like it this way.

Her fingers were now lightly playing over her pussy lips. She realized she was very wet. She was suddenly very aware of her arousal. The excitement was there since morning but the intensity of that excitement was dawning on her now. Her pussy was literally dripping with her love juice.

It will stain my lace panties.

She grabbed her towel and tried to wipe herself dry. But the towel rubbing against the insides of her pussy lips only made it worse. Her pussy was now on fire. She needed relief now and her rendezvous with Rohit was still a few hours away.

I can’t stand it anymore.

She dropped the towel and rubbed her labia with her fingers. Her palm rising upwards till her nails raked her clitoris sending shivers down her body. She pinched her labia and walked towards the bathroom.

Inside, she ran the tap. A secret trick that she had discovered sometime back.

After making sure that the water is neither too hot nor too cold, she let go of her labia and proceeded to lie down below the tap. She pressed her feet against the wall for support and positioned her clitoris below the water jet.

Her body shivered as the water impinged on her sensitive bud.

The water jet fuelled the fires that were building up since the morning.

She closed her eyes and pictured Rohit making vigorous love to her. almanbahis His pelvic thrusts hitting her clit and causing her to squirm beneath him.

She felt her excitement grow. As the sensation grew stronger, she bit her fingers to keep herself from screaming. Orgasmic shivers ran across her spine causing her to arch her back thrusting her breasts in the air. The water teased her with a constant rhythm. The fire from her pussy was now spreading through her entire body. The flames licked at her soul and the lava poured down her veins. Her toes curled in the anticipation of the peak as her fingers tried to dig in the bathroom tiles.

Almost there!

With her free hand, she pinched her nipples hard. The sensations pushed her over the edge and she started cumming wildly beneath the tap. Her eyes rolled back as she tried to suppress a scream. This was her wildest orgasm yet. Her pussy burst with hot love juice. Slowly she started to feel light. Her body seemed to float as her pussy leaked warm nectar.

Ananya turned on her side to give her vagina some respite from the tap. The jet now fell on her hips. Feeling too weak to get up, she let it fall. She was still breathing heavily.

Just thinking about Rohit made me cum so hard.

As she recovered from her orgasm, she realized that she was all wet again.

Everyone must be wondering why I am taking so long.

Stepping out of the bathroom she tapped herself dry again with her towel. After surveying herself for the one last time she wore the lace panties and bra and reached out to get her favorite Kurti. The form-fitting dark orange short Kurti was held on her shoulders with two thick straps. The helm of the Kurti fell just above her and had two slits on either side riding all the way up to her hips. The Kurti was matched by light orange leggings.

I look radiant.

She quickly did her hair and stepped out of the bedroom. In the living room, she checked the clock. It was 10:00 a.m. Still two more hours before she met Rohit…

To be continued…

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I couldn’t sleep last night. I had gone out with friends for pizza and made the mistake of having a couple glasses of cola, and it kept me up. Not all the way awake, just stuck on the edge of sleep, unable to distract my mind enough to enter slumber. After a bit of this, I decided to just keep my eyes closed and hope for the best.

I rolled over onto my right side and something odd happened. The terry cotton sheet slipped off my body a little. As it drew across my ass, my skin began to tingle wildly. It felt really good. I continued to pull the sheet over my body slowly, enjoying every second. I was barely conscious, but I loved the sensation and I didn’t want it to stop. When the sheet was off my naked body, my left hand took over, caressing my ass with a single dexterous finger.

I drew circles, spirals and random patterns around my cheek, leaving a tingling, burning trail across my backside. My cock stiffened, the head grazing against a bundle of blankets.

My eyes were still closed. Was I still asleep? As my finger found its way into the valley between my cheeks, I decided that I must be. I would just be asleep, and whatever happened could be chalked up to an intense dream.

I gasped aloud as a finger tip grazed my rosebud, the sound echoing around the empty bedchamber. I drew my knee up as far as I could, exposing my anus to the night air. My middle finger tapped lightly against the puckered, sensitive opening while my hips pumped my cock into my make-shift blanket vagina.

Suddenly my right hand was reaching almanbahis adres into the basket under the nightstand for the bottle of lube. As I dripped some of the slick liquid onto my finger, I realized that it was getting steadily more difficult to rationalize this experience as just a dream.

My thumb and pinky pushed my cheeks open while my middle finger descended to the valley floor. I moaned to myself at the first touch of my cool, slick finger to my puckered hole. I rimmed my asshole gently. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” I whispered, encouraging myself. “Put it in me, now. Fuck my ass, baby, please.”

Who was I talking to, I wondered? I wasn’t really imagining a lover. I was making love to myself. The thought excited me. I lost myself in the narcissism and begged myself to slip that finger deep into my ass. Hearing myself beg brought out both my submissive and dominant sides: the part of me that was speaking felt the thrill of surrender and the excitement of desperation; the part of me that was listening was flush with the power of control.

I quickly complied with my request. My middle finger curled and pressed against my wet opening. I relaxed and let it in. The finger pried my ass open like it was opening a pop-top can, stretching the ring of muscles in every direction. I worked my ass around in circles, amazed at the sudden rush of gentle, dull pleasure. I squeezed my finger hard, almost pushing it out until my finger pushed back, determined not almanbahis giriş to be denied.

“Oh no you don’t,” I taunted myself. “You’re taking my finger all the way, honey.”

My finger forced itself deeper into my hole, until it encountered the second ring of muscles. Suddenly, it pulled back out and drove in again, fast.

“Fuck my ass,” I begged.

My finger worked that opening back and forth a few times before diving in deep, driving slowly but firmly through the final resistance until it was buried all the way inside my body.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Now fuck me, please.”

The more I talked dirty at myself, the better it felt. I don’t usually moan during masturbation, but I really let myself go, grunting with every thrust of my nasty digit and moaning as loudly as I had the last time I had made love to a woman.

“Touch my cock. Please touch it.”

I rolled onto my back, lifting my left leg to give my finger as much room as possible to work. I grabbed the bottle of lube and dripped it onto my hard cock. The rivulets felt nice as they trickled down my shaft, but before they could hit my pubic hair, my right hand was there to scoop up all the slick liquid and spread it over my penis. I moaned with my full voice.

“Oh yes! That feels so nice. Stroke it, baby, stroke my cock and fuck me.”

My cock tingled for a moment as the hyper-sensitive nerves reacted to the wonderful shock of the gliding lube. My cockhead swelled under the stimulation as my fingers bumped almanbahis yeni giriş up and over the crown. My cock twitched reflexively and my ass squeezed hard in response. It felt so amazing having a thick finger to grab. I wondered if this is how a woman feels when she has a cock inside her.

The fingers of both hands went into overdrive, stroking my cock and fucking my ass. I flexed my cock and squeezed my finger deliciously, issuing a foul-mouthed groan each time in satisfaction. I couldn’t reach my cock fully so I concentrated on the head. That action pushed me toward the edge in record time. I was completely locked into my body’s sensations, not relying on a fantasy at all. My cock was screaming for joy with every twitchy stroke of my fingers. My ass pushed and pulled alternately against my probing finger. My balls tightened and I knew I was ready to come.

“Are you gonna come, now, bitch?” I said, teasing. “That’s it, baby. Come all over yourself like a slut.”

“Oh, yes. Fuck me. Make me come on myself,” I answered.

With that, my come shot unexpectedly up my dick, erupting into the air and onto my belly. My ass contracted hard around my finger in quivering pulses. My finger never stopped stroking even as the muscles squeezed it harder than I could have thought possible. The sensation overpowered the pleasure from my genitals.

It was a delightful moment, but it ended all too soon. A moment later, my body went limp and my finger slid from my ass. My legs flopped to the bed. My right hand pulled the last few drippings from my cock. Come covered my belly and cock. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it up, as well as wiping down my naughty finger.

My eyes were already closed by the time the tissue hit the wastebasket.

“Thank you,” I whispered to myself as I fell asleep.

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Driving to the studio he thought about the day ahead. Tuesday… she would be there. Daphne, your A-typical goth, leaning a bit towards the old world Victorian style, lots of soft black velvet and silk ribbon accents. She is all curves, unlike the oh-so-fashionable stick-thin model types that throw themselves at him, and that he uses proudly as trophies. She has full breasts, that could only be described as voluptuous, and hips that were built to have a powerful man pressed against them.

He walked in to the studio, every other woman in the room looked up, and smiled. He knew he looked good. He was twenty-five and in the prime of health and always well dressed, though his clothes were generally paint or clay speckled. He smiled acknowledging the women, then there she was sitting in front of her latest work in progress completely encompassed in the canvas she didn’t so much as glance up at him. She was imitating the strokes she would put on that day, getting a feel for the length and spacing before she touched brush to paint, technique he had found himself trying as of late.

He was somewhere near six feet tall, with broad shoulders, but a slight build and tapered waist, he had found his heart in an art class he had taken for an easy grade in high school, which is why he had opened his own studio out of business school. He had the grace of a jungle cat, either ready to pounce, or taking long powerful languid steps knowing he had real strength.

He walked across the large open room purposely passing her taking in the scent of her natural spicy perfume and that purely feminine odor that brought out both carnal desire and the carnal urge to protect her, though she struck him as someone who didn’t need to be protected. Technically he was teaching an advanced oil paint workshop, but as with most advanced classes it was spent working on his own latest project and occasionally walking through the studio commenting on color choices or brush strokes, he probably learned more in these classes than the students did.

He sat in front of the clay and began to work. A woman’s form emerged. He wasn’t surprised it had been months since his last date let alone actual physical contact with a woman. Not from lack of opportunity but from lack of interest in those opportunities. He had found that a lot of women took his beginners classes to get close to him, this disgusted him, it felt as if they were discrediting him and his studio acting as if it were a single’s bar instead of a place to learn and create.

He looked to his wrist and after wiping damp clay from the face found that two and a half hours of the three hour class had flown by. He sighed and stood washing his hands and then kneading his shoulders, tense from concentration. He made a pass around the class talking to some of the familiar faces and making a special effort to compliment the newer students.

He walked up to her last, as was his custom, he couldn’t bear to rush through even the briefest of contact with her. “Daphne,” he said, slowly savoring the word.

***

As usual his voice slid through her, a soft glove. “Hey Eric,” she said, not looking up from her work, two more long fluid brush strokes then she sat the brush down and lifted her hands to the back of her neck to soothe the aching muscles, just as he had done.

She turned and her breath almost caught she looked up in to his deep brown eyes. “Every damn time,” she scolded herself, she knew better.

“Do you mind if I stay for a bit after class? My touch seems to be just right today for some reason.” she said, tucking an errant strand of wavy auburn hair behind her ear.

“No problem,” he said, “I had planned on staying late anyway.”

“Thanks,” she said, turning back to the canvas, not being rude just eager to continue her work. She was just out of college and couldn’t afford a decent studio area of her own, even on timeshare, so she had to do almanbahis adres all of her larger pieces here.

She put her headphones on and danced in place as she painted, the music helped, especially when everyone was gone, being the middle of seven kids she wasn’t used to the quiet.

She worked quickly and lost track of time. She had just come to a stopping point when her favorite song on the CD came on for the third time, she put down her brushes, admiring her days progress, she didn’t normally like her work but this one was special. She was happy and closed her eyes, surrendering to they rhythm of the song and dancing. She imagined dancing with a lover to this song, and when she pictured this lover it turned out to be Eric, she just kept dancing, a smile playing on her lips. He found his way in to a lot of her little fantasies.

She imagined him walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist moving with her, though he couldn’t hear the music on her discman, she imagined his lips falling to the place where her neck and shoulder met and him nuzzling his lips there, not a kiss, just an affectionate gesture.

Suddenly she was startled realizing someone was behind her and that her backside was pressed against him. She pulled off the head phones and laughed, not a giggle a full laugh she didn’t believe in giggling. “Eric,” she said, the laugh still in her voice, “I think I lost myself for a moment.”

She heard him clear his throat and was worried she had made him uncomfortable. “No,” he said, a bit hoarse, “I just was wandering how much longer you’d be not that I’m rushing you, just it’s almost eight and I didn’t want you to miss an appointment or something.”

“Oh I didn’t realize what time it is.” She had been there for two hours after class ended.

“Like I said, no rush, just wanted to let you know.”

“Thanks, i just hit a stopping point actually.”

“It’s coming along nicely,” he said, she followed his eyes trace the lines of the paint, her lips curved in to a small smile, he was always so sincere. “Can i ask you a question.”

“Sure,” she said, dipping her brushes in to the turpentine and wiping them on a rag.

“I can’t help, but notice that your clothing style and painting style seem incredibly different. Why is that?” he asked.

“Well,” she said, pausing to get the right phrase. “I’m not exactly content with the world at large,” she said, another pause, “But when I paint, when I create I can make that world that works. I know it’s a bit naive, but in there,” she gestured to the painting, “I can be however I want, naive even.”

“I understand perfectly,” he said.

She smiled at him, sweetly, doubting his actual understanding. He seemed so… average, a great artist, but not the tortured soul type, more of the idiot savant.

She walked to the back of the room to place her supplies in her locker, after locking it back she stopped at the table he was working at. “I see I’m not the only one with my own reality,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he said, looking closely at his sculpture.

“Have you ever met a woman shaped like that?” she asked.

He looked, trying to be objective. “What?”

“A real woman could never have that figure,” she said, matter-of-factly. Seeing his confused expression she explained. “A woman with that large a bust would not have that tiny of a waist,” she said, running a finger from just under the sculpture’s breast to the curve of her hip.

***

The gentle touch, not disturbing the clay in the least, sent a shudder of pleasure through his body as if her delicate hand were touching him. He shook his head, she was challenging his art.

“Well,” he said, trying to think of an example of a woman that would work, that was not at least partially surgically enhanced.

Before he could come up with a clear thought, she continued, a bit fiercely, “If a woman almanbahis giriş were proportioned this way she would have to walk on her hands and knees to balance, it’s a life sized Barbie Doll.”

“Really?” he asked, studying her now, “It’s not that bad is it?”

“As a woman I know these things,” she said, a serious look on her face, adorable nonetheless.

He took a step back as if to study the sculpture, instead looking at the shape of the woman in front of him. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, discouraged.

“I have an idea,” she said, quickly turning to face him. He had to switch quickly to the sculpture so as not to be caught studying her delectable curves. He looked at her face, and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, don’t take this as a proposition,” she said.

She now had his full attention.

“I could model for you,” she said, and added, “You know me better than to think this is a ploy to gain your affections. I can tell how much that bothers you.”

He thought he hid it well.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?” he asked, hoping to whatever higher being that she was, he knew it would be torture to look at her and not touch, but it was too much temptation not to cease the opportunity even it were only to look.

She looked him in the eye and he was afraid she had meant it as a joke and was offended that he took her seriously. Then she smiled, he wanted to kiss her so badly, “I trust you.”

He was flushed with warmth wanting to hold her, wanting her to know that it was an honor that he wouldn’t betray for anything in the world. When her sky blue eyes met his he hoped she saw what he was feeling.

She began to undress. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She slipped her shoes off, next she bent to take off her socks. She stood again and grabbed the hem of her shirt, she was casual, it was as if she were undressing for bed or a shower. His member twitched in his pants when the first of the porcelain skin of her midriff showed, he sat on the stool to hide his quickly inflating erection. He picked up a 15″x20″ sketchpad and a piece of charcoal, resting it on his lap he watched her. She pulled the shirt over her head revealing a black lace bra. Unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down her legs revealed matching panties. His manhood now ached in his pants. He cleared his throat for the second time that night, she had him feeling like a teenager.

She unhooked the bra from a front clasp and her breasts spilled out. He had taken notice of her more than ample bosom before, but had no idea. At twenty two there wasn’t a hint of sag to her breasts they were immaculate, he again thanked whatever deity had taken part in this.

“I’m leaving the panties on if you don’t mind,” she said. He was amazed at her comfort, but then again he couldn’t really see her primping and fishing for compliments, and he could see no reason she should be uncomfortable with her body.

She stepped closer to the table, her hips naturally swaying with her steps. He swallowed audibly and tried not to stare at her breasts, even though she offered to model for him he felt a bit guilty, he didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend.

“You’ve never dated a woman with a naturally large chest have you?” she asked, and he thought about it. Was it just him or was her voice more hushed, more sensual? He tried to clear his mind.

“No I guess I haven’t,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. “The sculpture and I have about the same size breasts,” he looked from her flesh to the clay and realized she was right and wondered if he had done that purposely. He nodded and she continued.

“Now compare the waists,” she said. He looked at hers first, the flawless skin, and slight curve, perfect was his only thought. She held her hands to crudely measure the distance across her own stomach and compared it to the sculpture, he realized it was at least a quarter almanbahis giriş too small and frowned.

“I realize she isn’t me,” she said, “but you have to admit it is a bit too small to be natural.”

He nodded in agreement, he picked up some clay and wet the sides to help it blend smoothly, he looked back and forth feverishly trying to see every line, his hand moving quickly.

***

She watched his large calloused hands and became aroused. She watched his face as he looked from her to the clay. She stepped to him and held his wrist. He looked up, his eyes traveling her body, her panties dampened.

“Is that the way you touch your lover?” she asked, purposefully sensual.

He stuttered “N.. nnnoo.”

She smiled and walked behind him, she leaned in and put her hands on the outside of his and moved them from the curve of the breast the hip, helping him to mold the clay.

She felt him take a deep breath, she was pressed against his warm back, when his chest moved with his breathing she could feel the fabric tease her nipples, she took a step back, trying to collect herself.

“I don’t have a lover,” she heard him say quietly.

“Oh,” she replied, a slight tremor to her voice.

His hands stopped moving and he turned to look at her. She suddenly felt very naked, and very aware of her body. She watched his tongue glide along his lips. “Could I,” he said, looking to her face, “just feel the lines of your side?”

They both knew he was asking more, she only nodded, not trusting her own voice. He stood and stepped in front of her, she rested her hands on his shoulders. His hands moved to the sides of her breasts his thumbs caressing the sides, he slowly moved his hands down, trailing wet hand warmed clay down her curves, she shuddered. His hands stopped at her hips and she looked up at him, feeling the heat coming off of his his body. He leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss started gentle and chaste. Then she felt his tongue and opened her mouth expecting him to plunge his tongue in quickly, instead he traced her lips with just the tip. She felt the urge to press against him wanting the slow building intensity to burst in to a passionate flame, but she waited, she let him lead.

***

One kiss and he could not get enough of her taste; sweet, natural, delicious. He plunged his tongue in to her hot mouth and pressed himself against her, only his pants and her panties separating them. He heard her muffled moan.

She stepped back and arched an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t about to be slapped for a kiss that she obviously enjoyed too.

“I don’t think this,” she said gesturing to her body, “is fair.”

He grinned and started to unbutton his shirt. “Let me,” she took a step closer and pushed his hands away, he could smell her shampoo and feel her heat against his body. She was torturously slow with the buttons. He looked down in desperation and she just grinned up at him, with a gleam of lust in her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her softly. She had finished with the buttons and slid her hand up his undershirt, running her nails along his flat but not grotesquely toned stomach. He groaned and his member twitched in his pants

Suddenly the lights flicked off and she pressed against him and whispered, “Is someone else here?”

“No,” he said, whispering also, “the lights are on timers, they turn off at nine o’clock.”

***

“Oh,” she said, with a mischievous smile and stepped away from him. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see his hands grope to find her. She laughed and he stepped forward. She started walking through the eerily dark studio, winding in and out of easels, her feet gently padding on the cement floor.

“Daphne,” she heard him call from near where she had left him.

“Eeeeric” she said, in a mock spooky voice. She heard steps move towards her. Thump. Thump. Thump. Crash. He had knocked over an easel in the dark. She laughed, hiding her mouth with her hand.

“I heard that,” he said.

“Then come do something about it,” she challenged, the laugh still shimmering in her voice.

“Oh I will,” she could hear the grin in his tone.

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First sorry everyone that it took so long to get out part two but since I don’t have internet at home I have to go out to upload it so with that remember it is not a real story so if anything seem odd that’s because it is a fantasy. With that said Thank you for taking the time to read my story, this is part two in the series. You might want to read “Her first time” which is the prequel to this story. It will make this story more understandable, but not mandatory. Also please remember to leave comments, it will help me write better. Please enjoy.

Authors Note: All characters in this story are over the age of 18, any similarities to anyone are merely coincidental and are not intended to replicate anyone, anywhere.

***

“Hey Johnny, can you load my suitcases in the car. I don’t want to miss the plane. It leaves in a few hours and I want to get going soon.”

I walk up to my girlfriend, “Hey Jackie.” As I put my arms around her I slowly slide my hand down her back until both my hands gently caress her ass cheeks. I suddenly clutch them tight and pull her tight against me. I kiss her passionately as our tongues tango together.

“I’m gonna miss you sweetheart.” I singsong into her ear.

She picks her self up and whispers into my ear. “I’m gonna miss you to, mostly the way your cock fills my pussy so perfectly. These two weeks are gonna drag by so slowly.”

“Go sweetheart and enjoy your sister. Before you know it you’ll be back in my arms with your pussy engulfing my rock hard cock milking it for all it’s love juice.”

She kisses me again and walks off to get the last of her stuff. I walk away and gather up her suitcases and load them into the car. I come back and grab the last few articles from Jackie to load into the car stating that we must go before she is late.

“Katie, are you coming with us or not?”

“Yeah I’m coming.”

Katie comes out as we turn to leave. Jackie does a quick double take and stares at Katie, as she comes out in a pair of daisy duke shorts and a tube top with a pair of four inch heals.

“What the heck are you wearing, we’re going to the airport not to the corner hooking!”

“Mom, it’s hot, and its almost 90 degrees and I’m gonna be in the car anyway.”

“Yeah but are you gonna sit in the car when we go into the airport and Johnny is brings my bags in.”

“I guess, I’ve walked around in less at the beach.”

“Come on everyone before I’m late.” She says in a huff.

We all get into the car and bolt off to the airport. As we get out of the car, I grab the bags and we all head into the terminal. We check Jackie’s bags in and we have a seat to wait for the plane to leave as it is about an hour. We’re sitting there chatting and I notice every guy that walks by appears to be drooling as they go by. As Jackie and my conversation continues I glance around her and look at Katie. She is sitting there leaning back her arms crossed under her breasts, pressing her breasts up and amplifying her cleavage. Her left ankle resting on her right knee, spreading her legs open pulling the crotch of her shorts tight between her legs. I can tell by the way the shorts are bunched up that she is not wearing any panties. I quickly look away as Jackie’s attention turns to me and she states looking at her watch that she better get going.

She stands up and looks at Katie, as Katie’s gets up and they hug. “Have fun mom tell aunt Kristy I send my love.”

“I love you sweety you be good for Johnny and take care of him till I get home.”

She looks at me and smiles and winks as she looks at me over her mothers shoulder.

“I’ll take care of everything for him mom don’t worry.”

Jackie turns to me and gives me a hug and we lock lips. “Love you sweetheart see you not soon enough.” Kissing me again and she strolls off.

As she gets out of sight and I say to Katie, “lets go, are you hungry wanna stop and get a bite?”

“Sure, lets stop at a diner. I wanna get something light.”

***

As we walk into the diner there was three men at the counter, they all are eyeing and drooling at Katie as we walked in. Katie noticed this and as we passed them with me following, she started to wiggle her ass with each and every step.

I noticed they are all talking and glancing over at us. I lean to Katie and whisper, “are you trying to get me beat up and your raped?”

“What do you mean, can’t we get a bite to eat in a diner?”

“Yeah, but when you walk in an see three young horny men eyeing you and you shake your ass at them like that it’s different.”

“I didn’t shake my ass at them!”

“Oh yes you did I was staring at it, and yeah it did look fine. And since the shorts are so short you can tell your not wearing panties.”

She says, “And you don’t know for sure I’m not wearing panties.”

“Yeah I know your not wearing panties, tell me it’s not so.”

“Well, its hot and I am just trying to stay cool.”

“I’m looking forward to filling it with a white hot gooey substance.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait for that either. I wanna taste it too.”

“OK, OK lets talk about something else before you give me a raging hard on.”

Just then the waitress comes up to us and presents us with menus. “Hello can I start you off with something to drink?” As she flips our glasses over and fills them with almanbahis water.

I look at Katie, “what do you want?”

“I think I’ll have a cola please.”

“And you sir?”

“I think I’ll have a beer, thank you.”

“I’ll be back for your order.”

As she walks away Katie leans over and says, “All I want to eat is your cum.” And a big smile stretches across her face.

“I think those guys wanna fill my pussy with their cum.”

I turn my head and all three guys are looking at Katie and smiling. As I turn my head back I give it a shake. The waitress returns with our drinks and places them on the table. “Are we ready to order?” as she looks at Katie.

“Yeah I guess I’ll have an order of chicken tenders and fries.”

“And you sir?”

“Ahh, I thinks I’ll have the blue cheese burger platter. And make that rare please.”

The waitress leaves and Katie leans over to me and says, “Those guys are making me horny, I can’t wait to get home and fuck your brains out.”

“Would you like to be gangbanged by all those guys?”

She looks at me and smiles but doesn’t answer.

The waitress returns with our meals, we thank her and eat. Upon finishing we collect our check and pay the waitress and leave. As we walk out we pass the three guys and they all look at her. She wiggles her ass at them as we are alongside them. I can hear them all moan. I stop and state to Katie that I forgot to leave a tip and turn around and head back. I pull out my wallet and pull out a few bucks an lay it on the table. Out of the corner of my eye I see Katie standing next to the guys and one of them reaches out and runs his hand across her ass. She turns and looks at him gives him a vague smile and continues toward the door. I turn and follow after her.

As we get into the car I turn to her as I start the car and ask, “So did you like the guy feeling your ass.”

“Not as much as I like YOU feeling my ass.”

We get home and head into the house, I set off up to my bedroom and Katie follows and goes into her room. It is really hot and I change into a pair of swim trunks with no shirt. I go outside and sit by the pool. I must be about a half hour later and I hear the sliding glass door open and look up and Katie comes out in the smallest of bikini’s I have ever saw. It was three tiny triangles. Two just slightly larger then her areola’s and a third attached to a thong just barely covering her slit. My mouth drops open and I can see even though she is not looking at me a big grin spread across her face. I turn my face away as to try to ignore her. She comes over and hands me a Jack Daniels and Pepsi, as she knows it my favorite, and sits down next to me. She lays back on the lounge chair and closes her eyes with her face toward me. I can tell her eyes are open just a crack as to watch me. I give a slight grin thank her for the drink and lay back and close my eyes. She just lies there with her eyes open just enough to see me.

“Wow it’s really hot out here, don’t you think so Johnny?”

“Sure is, I’m thinking of jumping in the pool.”

“I might in a little while I wanna work on my tan. Can you help me?”

“What do you want?”

“Can you spray some tanning oil on the back of my body?”

“Sure, where is it?”

“In the bathroom downstairs, can you get it for me?”

“OK be right back.”

I head into the house to fetch the oil and return moments later to find Katie laying there on her front, she has untied her top and laid the strings on each side so to bare her back as well as untied the bottom and removed it so not to get any lines, rendering her basically naked.

“Don’t you want tan lines?” I exclaim.

“No I hate them, I usually do this when you and mom are out. And I can tell when your coming down the driveway because of the tires rolling over the gravel. Oh and make sure you get my whole body please.”

I pull the cap off the bottle and start to spray beginning at her shoulders, working down her arms, then across her back. Then over her ass and down her legs and feet.

“You missed the inside of my thighs.”

I spray more on her ass cheeks and all over the inside of her thigh. I can see her pussy lips and they look very moist. I can tell she is very turned on by this.

“Ok your all done, I’m gonna jump in the pool.”

“NO! you have to rub it in otherwise it will make my skin blotchy.”

I pause for a minute mesmerized by her young wet pussy, then proceed starting at her shoulders. I grasp her shoulders massaging it into her skin, gently I move my hands across her shoulders. I hear a slight moan emit from her as I massage the oil into her skin.

As I move down her back toward her ass sliding across her waist she says, “Don’t forget to get in-between my cheeks, I really don’t want to burn there.”

I look up at her face and see a smile stretch across the side of her face that I can see.

“No you don’t want to sun burn your pussy you won’t be able to cum for the next two weeks.”

“And I intend on cumming a lot in the next two weeks.” She says with a giggle.

My hand slides gently down the crack of her ass across her asshole and down between her thighs and pussy mound. A deep sigh releases from her lips as I come up the other side and over the other ass cheek.

“My it must be almanbahis adres hot out here, even your pussy is sweating immensely. You might want to take a jump in the pool with me.”

She giggles again, “Yeah my pussy is definitely sweating very heavily. Would you want to dry it up for me? You can use your tongue if you would like.”

“Well I am not really fond of the taste of tanning oil and besides I would block the sun from you and disturb your tanning. Maybe later after you finish tanning. Besides I am sure you still have to tan the front of your body, don’t you?”

“I was considering using your sweat as my tanning oil.”

“Well if we would to fuck out here we would sweat so profusely it would wash all the tanning oil off you that I just put on.”

“Maybe later after you tan your front and I take a dip in the pool.” I say as I finish up rubbing the oil into her feet.

“But I am so wet for you right now.”

“Yeah, well you just need to cum and I can help you with that.”

I reach between her legs, over her pussy mound and gently insert my right thumb inside her pussy and middle finger I tenderly rub over her clit. She moans exclaiming how good it feels.

“Just cum for me and you will be able to relax and enjoy your tanning session.”

My thumb continues to slowly plunge in and out of her wet moist canal as I now am using my middle and ring finger clutching her clitoris between them both, massaging and squeezing it as I increased my rubbing. Her hips starting to move as her hands clutched at the lounge cushion.

“Oh fuck that feels so fuckin good, oh yes make me cum. Rub my pussy make me cum. I am so fuckin hot right now.”

“Yeah you were like this since this morning when you came out in that tiny outfit.”

“No I have been like this all week thinking about mom going away and the two of us fucking for two weeks straight. Fantasizing that your nine inch monster cock continuously in one of my holes.”

I chuckle and say, “I don’t have that much cum in me. In fact no living creature does.”

She moans louder bucking her hips up and down, “Oh yes, yes make me cum, yes I’m gonna cum hard OH FUCK OH FUCK YES, YES.”

My thumb thrusting hard and fast in and out of her pussy as my fingers are vigorously rubs her clit. She’s bucking hard now. I take the thumb of my left hand and tenderly spreading the oil over her asshole, she violently clutches at the cushion moaning hard and loud. I slowly push my thumb up her ass. As my thumb penetrates deep into her ass. I feel her body shutter, then a fierce spasm as she erupts into an immense orgasm.

She wails out, “OH FUCK YES, MY FUCKIN PUSSY, YES MY PUSSY IS CUMMING, YES HARDER, FASTER.”

Her body continues to spasm as she cums hard on my hand. I feel her asshole clench and unclench as does her pussy. Squeezing hard on my fingers. I egg her on says, “That’s it baby cum for me, milk my fingers with your holes. Gimme some of that love juice of yours.”

As her orgasm peaks her whole body bucks and spasms hard almost causing the chair to fall over. If it wasn’t for my fingers in her holes she would have been on the floor. Slowly, very slowly her orgasm recedes and her body twitches and jerks.

“Holy fuck, that was so fuckin intense. I can’t believe you made me cum that hard.” She exclaims as she continues to twitch.

“Well now you can relax and enjoy your tanning experience, I will wake you in about a hour or so, so you can turn over and I can oil your front.”

“OOO I can’t wait for that, but you wore me out so bad you might have a hard time waking me up.”

“I don’t think I’ll have a hard time doing that.” I say with a grin.

“Sweet dreams Katie”

“I will, I’ll be dreaming of guzzling your cum.”

Moments later she was out cold, I walked over and jumped in the pool hoping the cool water would relieve me of my aching erection.

***

After some time taking laps in the pool, I get out and wipe off. I was in the mood for another Jack Daniels and Pepsi, to relax me so I could lie down and chill out. Maybe take a nap myself, let the sun beat down on me and absorb the rays a bit. My bathing suit was still dripping and I didn’t want to drip all over the house making my way to the bar. So I thought to myself “Ahh I’m just gonna lay down till I dry enough.” Then I said to myself, “Katie’s sleeping, no one can see into my secluded yard; Jackie and I have sun bathed nude many times back here. Heck with it.” I pull my shorts off, lay them down on a chair to dry and head in to get myself another drink. I get to the bar and decide to make myself a strong one. “To heck with a double I’m gonna make myself a Jack with a splash of Pepsi.” I take a sip and moan as the alcohol flows down my throat with a smooth burn. I take another large gulp and top it off and head outside. A few more sips on my way out there and I walk right past my shorts and sit down on the lounge right next to Katie, lay back and put my feet up.

After a while relaxing sipping my drink, which is three quarters gone. In my semi drunken state I close my eyes and doze into a half conscience state.

***

When what seems like really long time but is only about two hours, my head lolls to one side and my eyes open. As my vision clears, Katie is looking over at me. She almanbahis yeni giriş is laying on her back completely naked. She has a drink in her hand and my drink, which is still in my hand, is refilled.

She lifts her glass up and says, “Cheers, here’s to that gorgeous cock of yours. May it fill all my holes many, many times in the next two weeks.” There is a short pause as we both drink up.

Then she looks at me and says, “I thought you were gonna wake me in an hour?”

I look back in confusion and ask, “Oh how long have I been out?”

“Oh I’m guessing about two hours or so, you must have drank a lot.”

“I made myself a triple, and It looks like you had a few yourself.” As I can tell from her eyes or it as least seems that way as my head is still buzzing.

“I’m on my way to a pretty good buzz by now.” She says with a slight slur.

“You know you haven’t oiled up my front yet.” As she runs her hands up and down her body tweaking her nipples and running her fingers between her pussy lips.

“This sun feels so good today warming up my body, I might have to jump into the pool again.” I say as I close my eyes and fade back into a relaxing slumber.

***

I must be about an hour later when I feel wet warm moisture engulf my cock. My eyes slowly wander open back to the present. Both my legs are on each side of the lounge, feet on the floor and Katie is sitting on her feet where my feet should be, knees spread apart to the edges of the chair. One hand on each of my thighs, head bobbing up and down on my cock as her nipples rub on the inside of my thighs. I look down at my drink which is full again, on the floor is Katie’s glass empty and the bottle of Jack next to my chair almost empty. I smirk, down my drink and put the glass down on the floor. I lean my head back and moan as my right hand rest on the back of her head guiding her lips up and down my shaft.

“Oh Katie, that feels so fucking good. You sure can suck cock baby.”

She lifts her head as she draws my cock out of her mouth. A string of saliva attaches her lower lip to the tip of my cock as she looks into my eyes.

“Yes I can when I have a gorgeous cock to suck on, I love the way it feels as my lips touch your balls and the head of your cock gapes the back of my throat open as it forces its way down my esophagus. You have such a hot cock.” She says as she plunges my cock across her lips and back down her throat. Up and down my shaft she goes, occasionally running her tongue up my shaft and sucking on my ball sack. I can feel her finger infrequently skim my asshole.

She lifts her head up as saliva drips from her mouth onto my cock. Looking at me as she slightly sways back and forth from her drunken state. “Please, oh please cum in my mouth, tell me when your gonna cum. I want the first spurt to go directly down into my belly, then in my mouth and finally over my face and on my tits.”

She swallows my cock back down, taking all nine inches down. It feels so fuckin good and in my drunken slumber regardless of how good it feels or how hard my cock is, I don’t think I’m gonna cum anytime too soon. She’s swallowing my cock up and down like it was nothing. She is pumping my cock so hard with her mouth that all I can do is flop my head back and forth from side to side and moaning and grunting and bucking my hips, exclaiming how good it feels. She must have sucked and stroked my cock for what seemed like almost a half hour. I could tell she was getting tired.

“Come on Johnny give that cum, I know you have a big load brewing in these balls eager to pulse down my throat.” as she massages my nuts. “Give it to me, I want my daily protein shake.”

I can feel my balls start to tighten as does Katie. She quickly proceeds to swallow my shaft pushing her lips hard up against cum bag. Her throat spasming around my cock milking me hard. She continues to gently brush my asshole with her finger.

As my balls suck back into my body and the cum pulses up the shaft of my cock, three things happen simultaneously. Her finger goes knuckle deep into my asshole, my hand goes to the back of her head and pushes down hard and my hips buck up hard ramming my cock deep down her throat.

“Holy Fuck………..Gasp. Holy Fuck……….Gaaaaasp. Holy Fuck, take my cum baby uuuugggggg.” I spurt out between gasps.

The first load deposits right into her stomach as her lips press hard against my balls. With her hands on my thighs she pushes up fighting against my upward thrust of my hips and my hands on the back of her head. As my cock slides out of her mouth the second heavy load pulses into her mouth, landing on her tongue. Her free hand flies from my thigh and surrounds my shaft. She stroked my wet slimy shaft with her hand as her mouth clamped tight around the head of my iron hard spasming cock. She pulls my cock from her mouth as the third load hits her square in the face, she closed her eyes just in time. My load hit just to the side of her nose right below her right eye and splashes up on her right eye. She opens her mouth and the fourth and fifth loads hit her top lip and glob down onto her lower lip and continue down her chin to her right tit. Running down over her nipple. Her head lifts slightly and my sixth and last load nails her right in the neck. Little bit dribbles out the head of my cock. She looks down and sucks on the head gobbling up any remaining cum. She takes it down her throat to the base and slurps on her way up sucking up any remaining cum and all her saliva. As she gets to the head, she give it one last slurp and kisses the head.

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Author’s Note: The very first comment on my first published story was from an enigmatic Literotarian appellationed madalice. She avered a fetish for blowjobs and offered the following challenge to those who perused her Biography tab.

Married, monogamous, occasionally bored and wanting to hear and ONLY hear what you would like to do if you were in a dark room with me on my knees in front of you and you had 20 minutes to do whatever you wanted before you had to leave. Not interested in meeting, emailing, or chatting, just want to hear your fantasies.

I wrote the following story in response to her challenge. When it was published I contacted her to tell her what I’d done. I never heard from her. Not once. But I still think of her fondly from time to time.

* ~ *

I was moving across country, from South Florida to East Washington State. A long first day’s drive got me to the hills of Western North Carolina where I sought refuge from the road, and a drink. The twenty minutes I spent in that bar were the most unforgettable moments of my life.

Minutes One Through Five

The room was very dark, easily the darkest tavern I’ve ever been in. The bar, and indeed the entire place, was illuminated entirely by three small candles. I wondered if there was a power outage. I approach the flame that flickered in the center and stood beside you. Including the bartender, you, and me, there were exactly as many people as there were candles. You must have known I stood next to you intentionally.

I placed my order. “A pitcher of Cosmopolitans, please.”

“Look mister,” the barkeep said eyeing my silk slacks and cashmere sweater that, even in low light, told him I was a stranger to that town even if my order hadn’t. “We’re just a beer and whiskey joint…”

I took out a money clip and placed a hundred dollar bill on the bar. As the bartender picked up his complimentary copy of Mr. Boston’sOfficial Bartender’s too short for a timid woman but then, you weren’t the scared sort, were you. Your legs were bare with the hint of last summer’s tan still clinging to them. They were crossed and there was a glint of gold on your right ankle.

“Hi, I’m Luke,” I said, sitting down.

You turned and I saw your full face framed in candlelight. It was beautiful in a way few women are. Not movie star gorgeous in the manner most men think of beauty. Yours was a beauty of burning desire, a scorching projection of the yearning that tormented you.

“I don’t know you,” you said, refusing to look at me.

It didn’t matter what you said, I just wanted you to speak. I wanted you to open your mouth so I could glimpse your pink tongue. It was a pretty, pale pink. Beautiful. I knew because I’m a tongue aficionado. I brushed your hair behind your ear letting my fingers trail gently along your neck and bare shoulder.

The bartender returned with a pitcher full of a pink concoction some of which was poured into a whiskey sour glass. Taking the glass and raising it in salute, almanbahis yeni giriş I took a sip. I nodded and he smiled.

“Another glass please,” I said. “Won’t you join me?”

I deliberately ordered my sentences to let you, and him, know that, to me, your answer was a foregone conclusion. Rising from my stool, I nodded to a table in a far, even darker corner.

“I’m married.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have something your husband doesn’t.”

You glanced at the bartender. I couldn’t see him; I was looking only at you. You lifted your hand to me and I helped you up.

Placing the pitcher and glasses on the table, I held a chair for you. I made sure I angled it as I helped slide it in. I sat next to rather than across from you. I poured full glasses; we sipped the sweet, potent liquid.

Minutes Six Through Ten

“I find you ravishingly beautiful.”

“You want something.”

“All men want something. I, however, have something. Something you want.”

“What? What do you have?” I could make out the tiniest of smiles on your lips.

Your legs were again crossed. Your skirt hem was at mid-thigh. The gold chain on your ankle was only a few inches from my hand. A charm of bright-red enameled lips dangled from the gold. Gently I touched it.

“May I?” I asked only after I’d already done that for which I sought permission. My fingertips traced along your bare flesh.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Why do you wear it?”

“Don’t you know?” You were already on your second Cosmo.

“Some married women wear ankle jewelry to send messages of sexual availability, that they are “hot wives.” Is that what you are? Does your husband like you to fool around with other men?”

You sipped in silence knowing your lack of a denial encouraged me, was tantamount to a yes. I continued to caress your lower leg.

“Your skin is so incredibly smooth and soft. I’d love to kiss you all over your body. Would you like that?”

You shook your head no. I moved my hand above your knee. You uncrossed your legs and parted your thighs. They felt like new satin. I let my finger brush against your panty. The degree of wetness there didn’t surprise me. You moaned softly. You were even more wild and wanton than I suspected.

“What is it you have for me? What is it you think I want?” Your voice is low and sultry.

“Don’t you know?” I asked turning your own question against you. I poured you another drink.

“Some men think I want their cocks. They think I wear this anklet as a symbol, signifying a desire to drop to my knees and make love to them with my mouth. Is that what you think?”

The finger pressing against your panties felt new dampness and a gentle throbbing as your blood transfered the rhythm of your heart to your clitoris.

I smiled and sipped my drink employing the subtleties of a non-denial myself. I felt you contract your pussy deliberately forcing the slippery dew of your Bartholin’s gland through almanbahis the mesh of your panty and onto my finger.

Gently, I rubbed a slick knuckle back and forth against your leg while my fingertip stroked your panty-covered pussy. You contracted again, this time involuntarily.

“Please,” you begged expressing an urgent, uncontrollable hunger. I felt my own Cowper’s goo sliding down my scrotum.

I watched desire sparkle in your eyes in silence. I wanted a complete, explicit sentence.

“Please,” you said again when your passion became unbearable. “Let me kneel for you.”

Minutes Eleven Through Fifteen

Your panties were soaked. I hooked my finger under the gusset feeling the hotness of your naked labia and pulled the panty crotch away from your flesh.

“They’re too wet. Besides, I want them. Go into the ladies room and take them off.”

Even in my lecherous trance, I still rose like a gentleman as you got to your feet. I moved back a pace so the wall would support me. I stared in delighted amazement as you stood away from the table and slowly lifted the hem of your skirt. In response, I lowered my fly. I had no idea where the bartender was nor did I care.

You never took your eyes from mine as you pushed your panties over your hips letting them float down your lovely legs. I slid my hand into my pants and extracted my steely erection. I was not wearing underwear and I took my hand away, leaving my shaved genitals, penis and testicles, exposed outside my zipper.

With the tip of your shoe, you lifted your panties placing them on the table where I had sat. With your shoe on the table, you reached down, unclasped the ankle bracelet and draped it over the panties.

Moving to me, you wrapped your arms around my neck pulling my lips to yours. You pushed yourself against my phallus while ravenously tasting the flesh inside my mouth.

“Suck me,” I said, finally prying your mouth from mine. Yours was the most wanton groan I’d ever heard. You slid easily to your knees.

You placed your hands on my thighs as you kissed my lower ball sac. I grasped my cockshaft and jerked it lightly causing a soft tea bagging of my nuts on your nose. You moved forward and began licking my balls. First one, then the other, taking each into your hot mouth. When I felt a warm wetness envelop both at once, I knew what an extraordinary person you were.

I continued to jerk my dick while enjoying the incredible feeling a man only experiences when his balls are sucked. My hand fell away from my cock as I drifted on an erotic ocean of bliss.

Too soon, your hunger required that you abandon my testicles. Moving your mouth higher, I felt your tongue on my cock shaft. That beautiful tongue, I thought to myself. It seemed so long ago that I watched your mouth as you spoke just to catch a glimpse of its erotic pinkness within.

Up and down you went, ten times, fifteen times, twenty times before letting your lips enjoy the same pleasures as almanbahis adres your tongue. You continued slow, hot, wet trips up and down my cock. Sometimes I could feel a soft nibbling of teeth. Never in my life had I felt anything so wonderful.

Grabbing me in your hand, you swiped your tongue at the pre-cum driven from my cockslit by your oral massage. I saw your hand slip beneath your skirt as you sought your own release while providing me mine. I lifted you up.

“Take off your skirt,” I told you. “I want to watch as you play with yourself.”

My cock drizzled a steady stream of pre-cum as you unhooked the clasp and pulled down the zipper. In a public bar, from the waist down, an incredibly exciting woman was clad only in her shoes. I was on erotic overload and strings of goo dangled from my cockslit and fell to the floor.

Minutes Sixteen Through Twenty

As you settled back down to you knees, I suddenly wondered about the man lucky enough to be married to you. A thought raced through my mostly dysfunctional brain.Is the bartender your husband? I opened my eyes but was suffering debilitating lust blindness.

The only things I could see were the bobbing of your head and your hand below, pushing furiously at your pussy. A large pool of slippery looking liquid was forming on the floor beneath you.

Your mouth quickly enveloped me to my balls. The silk of your saliva coated throat encased my cock indescribably. I wouldn’t last much longer. The moans in your throat as you pleasured both of us were like a buzzing vibrator pressed against my cockhead. Up and down you went, deep throating me on every stroke.

You pulled your mouth off me and whispered a scream, “Oh god, I’m cummmming! Oh shit! Oh Fuck!! Oh FUCK!!!”

My cock, abandoned by your soft mouth, throbbing only against the thick saloon air, began cumming on its own as I listened to your passion erupt. A squirt splattered in your hair with another on your forehead before you recaptured me with your hungry mouth.

Your lips went straight to the base and I fired directly into your throat. I felt your esophagus massage my cockhead as you swallowed. My knees were trembling and I struggled to remain vertical.

Never before had I cum so much. Never had I been so sated. Never would I forget those moments with a woman whose name I didn’t even know.

I assisted you as you gingerly rose to your feet. Taking you in my arms, I kissed you with the tenderness that emerges when passion subsides. I slipped off my sweater and dabbed the semen from your face and hair.

Kneeling for the last time, you sweetly cleaned my cock then pushed it back through its fly and pulled the zipper closed. Just before standing, you gave it one last silk-covered kiss.

I traceed my fingers against your cheek as I picked up your panties and pressed them to my nose and lips before thrusting them into my pocket. I dangled the gold chain across my palm rubbing the ruby charm with my thumb before dropping it next to the panties.

I handed you the semen stained cashmere and watched as you hugged it to your breast.

Tomorrow, I would drive another thousand miles. Even if I tried, I knew I’d never find that bar again, and I would never find another woman like you. Never.

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Under Cover — Federal Detective Caitlyn Alvarez

Detective Caitlyn Alvarez stripped out of her clothes and walked into the warehouse with the others. It was a male fantasy, she thought wryly. Sixteen naked women, locked in a room, under the strict authority of a few powerful men.

She was rudely searched, fingers pushed right up into her pussy and ass. They were looking for cameras, microphones, or GPS locators, she assumed. Then the guard handed her a breath mask and gloves and she went to her station.

The cartel always employed naked women to pack their cocaine into bricks, preferably petite women. Men were naturally aggressive, and more inclined to rebel, whereas diminutive women, significantly weaker, were fully capable of doing the job, but could be easily subdued if necessary. And naked, they had no pockets or shoes to hide stolen product. And orifices were searched going out too.

The FBI and DEA needed to know who was in charge here. Twenty-four different men had been observed coming and going, in identical black Rav4s, even down to duplicate license plates. But which of these men was the top dog? Appropriate charges could not be brought until the hierarchy was understood.

Two years ago, the FBI had embarrassed themselves by arresting Julio Vigil. They had released his unimportant driver, only to learn later that the cartel executive actually liked to drive himself to and from work. Julio had been hired to ride in the back, wearing a nice suit, acting as the decoy. This time, at the packaging facility, they needed to ID the man in charge before the arrests were made.

This was a job for Special Detective Caitlyn. With her gorgeous face and figure, dusky skin, and gift for languages, she could go anywhere. And Caitlyn would do anything for the job. Anything. She had no modesty or inhibitions when duty called. If an agent was needed to go undercover in a strip club, brothel, harem, or porn set, Cait would always volunteer.

Caitlyn pulled the plastic sheet over the wooden frame and turned on the vacuum. The plastic was sucked into place, shaping itself to the form of the frame. She scooped cocaine from the bin and poured it into the hollow. When it was full, she skimmed the overfill back into the bin and folded the plastic over the top, sealing it into a brick shape.

She was paid five dollars per brick and she could make about twenty bricks an hour. It was good money, but her real job was to find out who was running the operation.

Apart from the occasional “Hurry up!” the men seldom spoke to the women. Leered at them. Fondled them. Occasionally spanked a bare bottom. But words were few.

Caitlyn had been working here three months now. So far, she only had one clear idea of who was in charge. The men. Each and every man was over and above all of the women. Other than that, all she had learned was a handful of names.

One of these, Luis, snapped his fingers and pointed at her. Caitlyn sighed with reluctance because that’s what the men would expect to see. A girl called away from her station would be upset about losing wages by a stop in her production. But she wasn’t allowed to say No.

In reality, Caitlyn was glad of the summons. She dropped to her knees as Luis puled out his cock. The close proximity gave her an excellent opportunity to gather info. She had watched other girls called to service the men now and then and each time regretted that she had not been chosen.

Caitlyn obediently took the dick into her mouth. She was an expert cocksucker. First place in the Rhode Island Oral Rodeo. Forty-seven blowjobs in the Erotic Carnival Charity Bazaar. Winner of the Amateur Blowjob Contest at the Vegas Porn Convention. Sucking on Luis’ cock was easy. But she wanted to draw it out, make it last awhile, without getting him frustrated to the point where he’d call one of the other girls.

She moved in close, taking him all the way into her throat. Guys loved that. The sight of their cock buried all the way into a girl’s pretty face always excited them. She knew a way to work the muscles in the back of her throat to make him come in less than a minute. But for now, she simply held him there, letting him enjoy the view. Within her mouth, she lazily stroked his cock with her tongue. But these were practiced skills she could do in her sleep. While she stimulated Luis, she also studied him covertly.

His belt buckle was gaudy and expensive, Caitlyn saw. But that wasn’t real gold and those weren’t real diamonds. No almanbahis giriş tool marks. No seams. No artist marks. It wasn’t custom made, but a die-cast, mass-produced piece. Luis was making good money, but not top dollars.

Caitlyn pulled back until just the head of his cock was still in her mouth. Breathing was not possible when deep-throating, so she’d had to take a break. She tickled the crown with her tongue and smiled up at him. If he came now, that would be fine with her. Luis was a low man on this cartel totem pole.

Besides the belt buckle, his Rolex was fake and his boots were imitation alligator. There were telltale callouses on his thumbs that indicated he spent a lot of hours playing cards and his short, rough fingernails meant he chewed on them. A nervous gambler was one who owed a great deal of money. Perhaps the Feds could use that for leverage.

If he had time to play cards, he had few responsibilities other than working a shift, supervising the cocaine packaging. If the sight of all these naked women got him horny, well, that was to be expected. Caitlyn really didn’t blame him for taking advantage of the fringe benefits.

She sucked and licked the head of his cock and brought her hands up to stroke his shaft and tease his balls.

“Oh, Fuck!” he said, pouring into her mouth. His salty cum exploded on her tongue, the familiar flavor of a job well done. Caitlyn was well pleased with herself.

She held him in her mouth, coaxing the last few drops from him. But she remained aware of her surroundings. When the door opened, and one of the other men arrived, she noted who it was.

Ricardo. Unlike Luis, Ricardo did not dress flashy. Expensive brand names, but just jeans and a button down. No bling. Either low on the totem pole and content or high and confident. Cait had not yet decided.

“What the fuck is this?” Ricardo demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Luis apologized, abruptly pulling out of Caitlyn’s mouth and tucking himself away.

“This shipment must go out in three days. I don’t have time for you to distract the females.”

“It won’t happen again. I swear it.”

“Once is too many,” Ricardo said. “As you have promoted this girl from worker to whore, you must take her station. Take off your clothes and get to work. If you make more bricks than every other worker, you still get your day’s pay and come back tomorrow to supervise as usual. I will try out the new whore. If she is skillful enough to merit the promotion you have given, the bricks you produce will be credited to her.”

Still on her knees, Caitlyn made her face apprehensive. A girl in her position would be afraid of losing her lucrative job, maybe even her life. But underneath, she was thrilled. Ricardo was clearly the boss.

Nobody but the man in charge could humiliate one of the men this way. A lieutenant would report the misdeed rather than punish. And a threat to fire could only come from the top. His treatment of Caitlyn was also telling. Offering to pay her for someone else’s work? An underling could not be so generous. Finally, after punishing Luis for dallying with a worker, only the boss could do the same thing.

“Follow me,” he said. Caitlyn swallowed Luis’ cum and stood up. She’d kept in her mouth just in case Luis had wanted to see it. Many men did. But it didn’t seem that Luis’ wants would be important for a time.

Ricardo led her to the end of the packaging table. The worker women were stationed at the sides, facing each other. But there were no stations at the ends. Caitlyn was made to stand with her back to the table. Behind her, to either side, naked women were hard at work.

“Give me what you gave Luis,” Ricardo told her.

Caitlyn cheerfully knelt down, pulled Ricardo’s cock out and popped it in her mouth. She could relax and enjoy herself now. Her mission was accomplished. The very act of demanding this blowjob was confirmation. Ricardo was teaching Luis a sharp lesson. He was literally showing him who was the boss. All Caitlyn had to do was report it to her superiors.

In the meantime, she was happy to give him a blowjob. Soon, he’d be in prison, getting blowjobs from other guys, or more likely, giving them. Caitlyn felt kind of bad about that. Even criminals should not be deprived of pussy. But that was outside her authority. If this was to be his last blowjob from a female, she would make it a good one.

She had hurried with Luis, once she’d learned how unimportant he was. Luis would probably almanbahis yeni giriş get a deal to testify, maybe even some money under the table to pay his gambling debts. But Ricardo was going down for a long time. So it was only fair that Caitlyn go down on him for a long time.

But it seemed Ricardo had other ideas. Cait had barely settled into a favourite rhythm, sliding her lips back and forth over the crown of his cock, licking the underside. She was planning to bring right to the edge of orgasm and pausing, over and over, until the torment was unbearable. She had planned to make it last at least an hour, but she had only just gotten started when he stopped her.

“On the table,” he told her. She obediently hopped up and perched on the edge, spreading her legs in invitation. If he wanted to fuck her pussy rather than her mouth, Caitlyn had no objections.

This was to be another lesson for the disgraced Luis, she realized. Ricardo laid her back on the table, between the worker stations. Carmen and Anna were at her right, on Stations 9 and 10. Rosalinda was on Station 1. But Caitlyn’s own usual station,

, was now manned by Luis. He was as naked as the women, his face furious as he bricked the cocaine. Ricardo was going to make him watch as he fucked her.

Luis would probably blame her for that, Cait realized. Men were like that, she knew, making women responsible for their own weaknesses and mistakes. She smiled up at him as Ricardo pushed into her. Then she lay back and relaxed, luxuriating in a slow, easy fuck.

Caitlyn had the best job in the world. All the dick she could want, plenty of cum, and the satisfaction of getting bad guys off the street. The fat government paycheck, excellent healthcare, and first-rate retirement plan didn’t hurt either. And when she wasn’t on an assignment, she got to moonlight as a high-priced callgirl, with the full might of Homeland Security giving her permanent immunity to all possible criminal charges, should a Vice detective happen to target her.

Any smuggler, embezzler, money launderer, or terrorist who checked her background would find a well-established history of a top shelf whore. Every client she took gave her credibility and made her a more valuable asset to the government. And when she did go on assignment, her investigative skills made her invaluable.

Lying on the table, letting Ricardo fuck her, was a wonderful way to spend a morning. He was a nicely selfish lover. He filled his hands with her tits and filled her cunt with his cock, demanding nothing in return. Caitlyn didn’t have to moan or sigh or tell him how big he was. She could simply lie there and enjoy.

What a magical thing it is to be female, she thought. Designed by Nature to hold a penis within her. Caitlyn closed her eyes and concentrated on those marvelous sensations, visualizing what was happening. The bulbous mushroom head pushing through the lips of her sex, that thick, heated shaft sliding into her, filling her up, her own walls, lubricating, generously oiling the cock, easing its passage, welcoming its presence.

Luis, Anna, Carmen, and Rosalinda were no doubt watching as Ricardo fucked her. Caitlyn didn’t mind. Sometimes, she liked an audience. She wondered if the women were envious, wishing it was their pussies Ricardo was plunging his dick into. And she knew for a fact that Luis wanted to be the cocksman.

Ricardo didn’t last long. He was a busy man. Busy men don’t waste time. They get in, do what they need to, and get out. He fucked her for less than five minutes before she felt him tense up and start trembling. Caitlyn felt his cock pulsing. She knew what that meant. He was flooding her deep cunt with fresh cum.

Panting and sweaty, Ricardo pulled out. He put himself away and called out, “Carlos! Your turn!”

Another lesson for Luis. Ricardo got to decide who fucked his girls and when. Carlos approached. Caitlyn smiled at him and waved hello. He was a short, pudgy man with a smug expression. He smirked at Luis as he opened his pants and entered Cait’s pussy.

His dick was longer than Ricardo’s, but not so thick. Caitlyn was happy with any size or shape, but she loved the variety.

Sloppy seconds. Caitlyn smiled to herself at the thought. That’s what she was right now. A used female. Also known as a buttered bun. Some men were so squeamish about fucking a cunt already filled with cum. Others loved it.

It was funny, Caitlyn thought. It didn’t really matter. The human almanbahis penis and the very act of fucking were designed by evolution to anticipate previous visitors to the vagina. The wedge-shaped head, with its crown ridge, was perfectly engineered to push other men’s cum to the sides and then pull it back out, clearing the way for its own emission. Every time a cock moved in and out of a cunt, it was scooping and removing potential sperm deposited by earlier males.

Caitlyn would have preferred to keep all of it, the more the merrier, mix-and-match, extra butter for the bun. But men are always men. Even balls-deep in a juicy pussy, they are still competing with each other.

Carlos pulled her thighs up and threw her knees over her shoulders as he fucked her. This had the effect of lifting Cait’s ass up above the surface of the table. Carlos was not quite so selfish as ricardo. Cait didn’t think he cared if she came or not, but he stared into her eyes as he grunted and thrust. He was at least interested in her reaction.

To her own surprise, Caitlyn did come, a light, mild orgasm that zinged her senses and left her a little breathless but did not overwhelm. It was nice to have a climax at work. Not necessary, but always welcome. Her fellow officers, stuck in their drab offices and grim investigations, very seldom had such an experience.

Carlos drove himself deep and went rigid. His eyes crossed and he stoped breathing. Caitlyn smiled up at him, a friendly welcome for the cum he was pouring into her.

Then it was Ramon’s turn. Until Ricardo called him over, she had not known his name. One more piece of data Caitlyn had now acquired. Ramon was one of the squeamish ones. He was clearly reluctant to stick his dick in Cait’s gooey pussy. But he couldn’t refuse an invitation from the boss either. Taking out his cock, he pointed it at Caitlyn’s entrance. And hesitated.

Cait felt sorry for him. “You can fuck my ass,” she suggested. But he shook his head No. In front of this crowd, he didn’t want to do anything that might seem unmanly. Fucking an asshole, even a girl’s, smacked of homosexuality, while dipping his cock into a well of other men’s cum was somehow acceptable.

Ramon pushed it halfway in, then pulled out. Carefully, he fucked her like that, sticking to the shallow part of her cunt. Men are so silly, she thought. She clenched her pussy, giving him some extra stimulation, squeezing his cock head as it moved in and out.

As expected, Ramon lost his control as orgasm approached. He forgot his distaste for sloppy seconds and pushed deeper, three, four, five times, then his eyes closed as he drained his balls into Caitlyn.

Other than Luis, that was it for the men in the warehouse. Cait expected to be put back to bricking cocaine, but she had misjudged the depth of Ricardo’s anger. The Feds had identified twenty-four different men coming and going from this place. Usually, there were only three or four there at a time. But Ricardo made a couple of phone calls and soon, they all showed up.

Everyone was to see Luis, naked and packing cocaine. He was to be an example of what happens when Ricardo was disrespected. And to thoroughly humiliate the man who had dared to demand a blowjob, everyone other than Luis was invited to take a turn with Caitlyn. When Ricardo had said he was going to evaluate her worth as a whore, he had been dead serious.

No stranger to gang bangs, orgies, and marathon fucking, Caitlyn welcomed each man. One after another, they took out their dicks and put them inside her.

One after another, they emptied their balls into Caitlyn’s waiting cunt.

Everyone but Luis got to fuck her. Then Ricardo came back for his blowjob. When Caitlyn’s shift was finally over, she was weak and shaky. She’d been fucked by twenty-four men and managed six orgasms of her own.

She was allowed to leave with the other women. Luis has managed to make quota, so she did get paid for the day.

Her soft cotton panties were soothing against her sore pussy and she had a thousand dollars cash in her pocket.

Caitlyn could easily get five times that for fucking just one man in her callgirl profession, but she hadn’t done this for the money, and she’d enjoyed every minute of it.

She sighed to think that by tomorrow noon, there would be federal arrest warrants for all of her lovers from today. But that was the job. Her colleagues had surely tracked them when they all unexpectedly showed up at once. Caitlyn could now put a name to every face and she knew who the boss was. Angry Luis might be eager to be a cooperating witness, and Cait was willing to offer him sexual favours to sweeten the deal. And if necessary, she could provide DNA samples for every man but Luis in the facility.

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About two weeks ago my wife and I decided to have some friends over for a party. One of them was my wife’s best friend (I’ll call her Ashley). The night was great and we all had a bunch of drinks and everyone was feeling good. My wife wasn’t in a partying mood, however, and after a while she ended up vegging out on the couch with a few other friends of ours.

In the mean time Ashley and I, along with my good buddy and his wife, ended up in the hot tub together hanging out and having a great time. At one point I got out of the tub to get more beers and went to try to talk my wife into coming in with us but she had already made up her mind to go to bed. So I grabbed more beers and headed back out to the hot tub with Ashley and our other two friends. By this time the four of us were quite drunk and being playful and laughing a lot. The night wore on and my buddy’s wife said it was time for them to go.

When my buddy and his wife got out of the tub I stood up and reluctantly started to get out. I was pretty drunk at this point but I was clear-headed enough to know my wife may be pissed about me being in a hot tub alone with another woman. Ashley happens to be married as well, but her husband very rarely goes out with her, so she ends up at our house by herself a lot. And tonight she was without her spouse.

Ashley and I have flirted on occasions and have secretly wanted each other at one time or another. She has a great face, beautiful eyes, an amazing body with creamy complexion and beauty marks, long reddish-auburn hair and perfect large natural breasts. Up until this point I had never seen them bare – only in a bathing suit many times.

As I was getting out of the tub Ashley said, “I’m not ready yet – Let’s just finish our beers and then we’ll get out.” To which I replied, “Good idea,” and slid back into the tub. We said goodbye to our friends and watched them leave.

Almost immediately after our friends left she and I looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a full minute. Her eyes are a captivating deep green and very sexy. She kept saying, “what?” and laughing, to which I replied, “you know what” with a smile. The whole situation was very exciting and scary at the same time. Here I was, alone with my wife’s best friend, who I was pretty sure had the same attraction for me as I did for her. We were both tipsy and half naked together in a warm bath. No one else was outside – but there were a few people inside the house doing whatever. That added a bit of thrill knowing that at any moment one of them might walk out and see us together.

All of these things made my blood start pumping and I felt my cock getting stiff in my swim trunks. She let out a little cute laugh as if she knew what was happening. I felt a moment of boldness, fueled by testosterone and alcohol and moved across the tub toward her. I turned my back to her and said, “Feel my heart. It’s gonna beat out of my chest.” I took her left hand and she let me place it on my left pectoral muscle so she could feel the pounding in my chest. I am in good physical shape for my age (just over 40) and she was more than happy to feel me up. She has complimented me on my pecs in the past and I could tell this was a big turn-on for her.

She massaged my chest a bit and then I asked if her heart was beating fast as well. She said, “I’m not sure…” so I turned and faced her and looked down at her large breasts under her white bikini top and could see that her nipples were erect. I leaned forward and pressed my ear against her smooth wet bosom and listened to her heart beat for awhile. She put her hand around the back of my head and pressed me tighter to her and I felt her heart begin to beat faster and stronger.

My left hand instinctively made its way up to her right breast and started kneading it over her bikini top. It was one of the nicest breasts I’ve ever felt. She made a sigh and then a little cute laugh, pushed my hand and head away and then moved gracefully to the other side of the tub, looking quite flushed.

“We’re gonna get in trouble,” she said. To which I agreed and stayed on my side of the tub. We stayed in the tub for awhile talking. The conversation eventually turned naughty and she told me about a time that she had a lesbian experience. She told me every detail down to how the other girl tasted, but said that the experience proved to her that she loves cock more than pussy. That was almost too much for me and in another bold move I stood almanbahis giriş up so she could see my 8+ inches of hard cock pushing against my swim trunks. I got out of the tub as she gaped, somewhat surprised at my size and hardness.

Suddenly a porch light went on and it looked like a couple people were about to come out to use the hot tub. We both panicked and she jumped up and almost fell out of the tub. I wrapped my arms around her slippery body to keep her from falling and deliberately grabbed her between her legs over her bikini bottoms to help her down. She didn’t mind at all and we both ducked behind a nearby tree and snuck our way into the side door of my garage, away from the other party-goers.

As soon as we got inside the garage I put her up against the wall and kissed her full on the mouth. She kissed me back, open-mouthed and our tongues entwined together in a wet mating session, releasing the stored up desire we had toward one another. I put my hand behind her knee and pressed her leg up into the air and began to grind my throbbing cock upward against her womanhood. She moaned and gasped as we writhed against each other, basking in the moment we had been waiting for.

After a beautiful time of kissing and grinding and almost-fucking, we both paused to take a breath, closed our eyes and pressed our foreheads together. I could feel my pre-cum dripping out of the end of my hard cock. Her swimsuit panties were slick with her juices, soaked through and smeared around her swollen pussy.

One of us breathlessly said, “We gotta stop,” to which we both agreed. I stepped back from her slowly and we held hands for a few seconds and looked into each other’s eyes. She got bashful and laughed a cute little laugh, which made me want her again. So for a second time I pressed her back against the wall and we made out, furiously. We repeated this incredibly sexy sequence a number of times until we were both about to cum, even without penetration.

Suddenly we saw flashlights outside the garage. There were a few people out in the yard messing around so we had to move on. It would not look good if the two of us were seen together in a dark garage with almost all our clothes off. We quietly made our way through the dark parts of the house, out to the front porch and nonchalantly walked into view as if nothing had happened. But nobody saw us. So we sat down to have a cigarette.

We sat across from one another and talked together for quite awhile, but more-or-less avoided talking about what had just happened. We began to sober up and continued to smoke a few cigs. We found ourselves confiding in each other things that we had never told anyone else – ever. The night grew chilly and I saw that she was getting cold so I snuck inside to get her a large dry towel to keep her warm and got us both a couple glasses of straight vodka to help warm us up.

At one point she said she was still cold and I convinced her to come sit beside me on my bench. She did so, reluctantly, because she was afraid we might start getting passionate again and get caught. But I could sense that at the same time she wanted to be near me.

There is a strong sexual attraction between us, but there was also a sweetness while we embraced on the bench for warmth. Her smooth milky bare skin pressed against mine while I stroked her arm and legs. We generated a lot of heat and talked more for quite awhile. We were comforting each other in a way that neither of our spouses had done in a long time. To have the full attention and love of another human, in that moment was all that mattered, no matter how wrong it may have been.

The vodka loosened us up and soon the talk turned naughty again. We talked about a fantasy in which we would meet up at a hotel to fuck. One of us mentioned a threesome and we had a fantasy about bringing a second girl into the mix, but we couldn’t decide what the other girl’s role would be, because Ashley said she might get jealous. So I said maybe the two of them could go down on one another while I watched and jerked off. This banter went on for awhile and then we decided it was time to disengage our embrace and go inside.

We snuck along the porch and stopped just outside a side entrance and embraced again. We were both more drunk than we thought and were well hidden in a little alcove. Our kissing led to fondling and she helped me pull my rock solid cock out while I slid my fingers up and down on her slippery almanbahis giriş wet pussy, outside her panties. I tried to remove one of her breasts from her swimsuit top but for some reason she resisted me. She tried to push me away but I came back at her stronger and she pushed against me even harder. She made a fist and tried to hit me in my shoulder while struggling against my embrace. This only fueled my desire so I grabbed her wrists and pressed them above her head against the wall and forced myself against her, trapping her. She struggled and I kept whispering “shut up, shut up” while I reached down and pulled her panties to one side, exposing her soft pussy. I grinded my bare cock against her throbbing clitoris and between her swollen pussy lips while continuing to press her wrists back, silencing her muffled pleas with my open mouth on her mouth. Then she gave in and lifted her chin up with her eyes closed and let me suck on her exposed neck.

This softened her and she moaned with pleasure and laughed her cute laugh again. I laughed a little and she relented and gave me her mouth on my mouth full force. Our tongues danced together, while our genitals became more familiar, my pre-cum mixing with the juices flowing from her womanhood. The head of my cock flirted with her open hole a few times and I almost thrusted into her, but held back.

I moved my hands down to her ass cheeks and felt that they were cold so I kneaded them with my fingers to warm them, while thrusting her hips toward me. Her ass was tight and firm and round and I couldn’t resist the urge to give her a spanking. I spanked her hard twice and she laughed.

I stepped back to take a look at her. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were hard and large under her white swimsuit top. Her soaked pussy was partly exposed under her swimsuit, pressed a little to one side by the elastic, so that the folds of her womanhood came together and hid her pussy hole. She couldn’t stop looking at my cock, which was hanging out, throbbing, yearning for more of her, clear cum dripping from the end. I was about to explode.

Then she did the most beautiful thing – she looked down, let her long hair fall forward, reached behind her head and pulled her bikini top over, and allowed her perfect, gorgeous breasts to flow out. Her areolae and nipples were a beautiful pinkish tan color and perfectly oval-shaped. She had beauty marks on the under side of them that I had never seen – and few men ever had. My heart pounded and I reached out and felt them. First the right breast – much, much more than a hand full. It spilled out between my fingers. I leaned in and took her right breast nipple in my mouth and sucked, while she moaned with pleasure. I moved my left hand to her quivering pussy and stroked it while she returned the favor, stroking my engorged cock.

Then she came at me with a passion and we danced in a sexual embrace that lasted an eternity. I had to hold back from ejaculating numerous times as my mouth explored her breasts, her nipples, her mouth, her neck, her ears and back again, while she continued to jerk me off, trying to milk the cum out of me.

I had been fingering her with my left hand and switched to my stronger right hand and increased the speed and force, while she gasped and bucked and moaned. She contracted and bent forward as the rushes of her climax overcame her. Her legs buckled and I held her up to keep her from falling. She squeezed my cock hard, but I did not cum. I clenched my ass, took a deep breath and stopped myself from spewing all over the porch floor. Not yet, I said to myself. I didn’t want to waste it. I wanted only to cum inside that beautiful belly of hers and fill her up.

Just then, as she was recovering from her massive orgasm we heard the front door open around the corner, twenty feet away. Someone was coming! The porch was dark so we quietly slipped into the house through the side door and ended up in the small mud room. It was dark inside and I didn’t dare to turn on a light, for fear of being caught. Ashley was still shaking from our session outside as I led her blindly through the mud room into the garage.

We stopped on a landing at the top of the stairway and hugged again in the dark. And kissed some more. And just stood in the darkness together.

Then we moved onward toward a side door, where we planned to part. She held both my hands with both of hers. I placed her hands on my shoulders and almanbahis yeni giriş led her through the dark garage. We made a quick plan of escape: She would exit the garage and go inside the house by herself and try to avoid getting caught. I would wait for as long as I could and come in through another entrance and go to bed.

Before she left I stopped her and said, “One last kiss,” to which she agreed. And we kissed again and again and on her last kiss she bit my lower lip and sucked on it a little before leaving through the side door.

I waited for about ten solid minutes and snuck back through the garage and up into the mud room. I peeked through a door into the kitchen and saw Ashley standing there wrapped in a towel talking with a couple of people, who didn’t seem to suspect anything. Then she moved out of sight and I heard her enter the downstairs bathroom.

Lucky for me, there is a second entrance to the bathroom and I happened to be standing right beside it. I heard her lift the toilet seat and pee. I waited until she was done peeing so as not to startle her and slowly, quietly opened the door and walked in.

There she was in her bikini in the full light of the bathroom, tall and gorgeous and sexy as hell. She looked at me with a look that said, “haven’t you had enough?” I pulled my cock out in response and started stroking it in front of her. Her eyes widened at seeing my size in the full light. She turned around suggestively and let me masturbate while she stripped off her wet swim-suit.

She hooked her thumbs into the band of her bottoms and swayed her hips from side-to-side as she pulled them down, revealing her bare white ass. I moved toward her and put my cock head in between her cheeks and she almost laughed out loud, but I clapped my hand over her mouth and told her to be quiet.

I played around with my hot cock in between her cool cheeks to where I almost came yet again, but I backed off. She then reached up and untied her bikini top while I helped her untie the second strap and it fell to the floor, revealing her perfect white breasts for me to look upon. I took her from behind and spun her toward the mirror and we watched our reflection while I fondled her breasts and grinded my cock against her ass cheeks. She placed her hands over mine and made me press harder and moved them in circles, tossing her head back in ecstasy, whimpering too loudly. She had to stop so she pushed out of my embrace and faced me. She pinched her own nipples and looked again at my rock-hard cock. I could tell she wanted it. But her self-control got the better of her and to my disappointment she reached over and put on a t-shirt.

She scolded me and whispered close into my ear, “we have to stop”, while she lightly grabbed my manhood. I gave her a pleading glance and said, “but look…” and held my cock out to her so she could see my clear pre-cum dripping out. “Don’t make me…” she said, and then with a resigned look, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth below me and let the tip of her tongue ever-so-gently taste my juice. She looked right into my eyes while she grabbed my balls and slipped my member into her sweet mouth, slowly at first, and then faster until I felt the rush like pleasurable pins and needles run up my spine and under my junk, bursting through my balls and gushing through my erection into her sucking mouth.

My cock was fully deep into her throat when I exploded. I grabbed her by her hair because I didn’t want her to stop, but she had no intention of stopping – instead she let my whole load gush into her mouth and throat until my cock stopped convulsing.

She backed her mouth off my cock and opened it for me to see a pool of white cum under her tongue. She looked me in my eyes as she slid me once more into her mouth and swallowed me whole, cum and all, while sucking every last drop from my spent member.

She stayed a while on her knees with me in her mouth until I was down to half-hard, flicking her tongue around my cock playfully as my erection slowly went down. Then she stood up and straightened herself out. I pointed to a drop of cum on her cheek and she casually wiped it with her thumb and licked it off with her tongue and swallowed.

Then off to bed we went. She went and crashed in my king bed next to my sleeping wife, while I crashed on the couch with the worlds largest smile on my face. The next day we acted as if nothing happened. We even went out to breakfast, the three of us – Ashley, my wife and me and it was great. At one point when my wife was out of ear shot, Ashley joked that her jaw hurt and we laughed about it. But we both reluctantly agreed that it could not and would not happen again. At least that’s what we are telling ourselves.

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