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It was Friday night, around ten o’clock when I had gone to the fire pit in the back yard. With the unseasonably warm night and the heat from the fire, I was soon stripped and relaxing with a few cold beers. A while later I heard something nearby and discovered it was Sandy, the early twenties daughter from next door.

Our causal conversation quickly turned sexual and before long she was stripped and I was treated to giving her several orgasms by various methods, after which she had given me the opportunity of a lifetime by asking me how I wanted to get off. She told me I could do anything I wanted, emphasizing the ‘anything’. She also said that it included anal if I wanted. Apparently I took too long to decide and she had worked me into a massive orgasm with one of the best blowjobs I ever had received.

“Why didn’t you fuck my ass?” she later asked.

“We can save that for next time,” was all I could say.

The next time arrived shortly thereafter. She had managed to get me hard again, then got onto her knees and elbows. I quickly positioned myself behind her. The firm cheeks of her ass were soon hugging my hardness as I accepted what she offered to me. So tight. So smooth. So warm. I pressed into her a bit harder and gasped involuntarily from the pleasure I felt as the flange of my cock infiltrate past the rim of her anus.

She let out a long moan and I felt her ass muscles clench tight around my circumference as I made my initial full penetration. It felt as if I was going to cum if I moved even the smallest amount, so remaining motionless with the tip of my cock just barely within her, I felt her body adjusting to this new situation. Her anal muscles continually flexed and squeezed me. It was becoming more of a challenge to maintain my control than I thought I could conquer.

Having been holding onto her hips, I leaned over her a bit and slid my hand around her, not stopping until my fingers were stroking over her hard little clit. Feeling my cock slide a bit deeper inside her ass, my head was pounding so strongly from the sexual excitement I was experiencing that I didn’t notice she had started rocking back and forth. Just enough to keep coaxing my shaft further and further into her tunnel. Slowly, steadily, I felt myself nudging inside this treat she had given to me.

My fingers were getting coated with the release of her own pleasures as my trek into her virgin tightness went on. It was obvious she was nearing orgasm so I increased the tempo of my fingers teasing her clit as my strokes back and forth in her ass continued. Her body was tensing, firming it even more than it was naturally. Back and forth. Back and forth. My cock was easily sliding back and forth inside the smooth tightness of her ass. Slowly and rhythmically my flesh caressed her lining as my fingers worked on her now harder than ever clit.

Raising her torso up she thrust her hips back against exactly when I pushed forward. I was instantly all the way inside her and my balls were slapping the back of her upper thighs as the tempo of our dance increased. As I was pumping faster and faster in her ass it made me have to remove my fingers from her pussy and hold her by the hips. Her hand quickly dived in to replace mine.

My cock was now staying buried within her, pulsated wildly as I neared my climax. Sandy was trembling and shaking as she coaxed herself to orgasm Kartal Escort as my final sprint began. Pounding her ass mercilessly as her fingers tugged, stroked, and taunted her pussy into ecstasy, our voices drifted through the night air, carrying the unmistakable sound of human sexual satisfaction as we both hit our limit of resistance.

Our moans, screams, groans and grunts filled the darkness in the neighborhood as my syrup quickly filled her ass. Her initiation into the world of anal sex was complete. As she slumped onto her belly, exhausted and weak from her releases, you can bet I made certain my cock stayed inside her hospitable body.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Hmmmmm,” was her only reply for a few moments. “”My God that was incredible!” she finally said as I continued enjoying having my softening erection being fondled by her inner muscles and the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. “My God!” she said again. “I’ve never cum like that!”

“Some of us older guys can give you a lot more than you ever expected,” I replied.

Reluctantly, Sandy soon told me that she had to get dressed. Moments later as she turned to leave, she stopped and just looked at me, seemingly with a sadness in her eyes. “I’ve gotta get home before my Dad wakes up.”

Brushing her hair back with my hand, I nodded my head. “I know,” I whispered. Me standing there naked in front of her didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it because I saw her scanning me up and down as I watched the final flickers of flame from the fire pit reflect in her eyes.

As she turned to go she reached out and fondled my exhausted cock and drained balls. “When can I come back?” she asked while the soft skin of her hand rubbed lightly over my genitals, producing a wish within me that I could get instantly hard for her.

“Anytime you want, Sandy,” was my predictable answer. She winked and turned around to begin walking to her house. Watching her walk away in the dim moonlight, those long, smooth, perfectly tapered legs that formed one of the most incredible asses I’ve ever enjoyed, made me wish the night was just beginning.

After enjoying one of the most unique and enjoyable Friday nights I had experienced for quite a while, I went in the house, showered, and slept for a few hours. Getting out of bed around eight or so, I was soon outside cleaning things up in the yard so I could mow the grass after doing some weed trimming.

Early in the afternoon after I had finished my lunch, I was sitting on the picnic table, not wearing anything except sweatpants and shoes. I had just lit a cigarette when I saw Sandy outside saying farewells to her family. As soon as they had driven out of sight, she ran down to where I was sitting. Her long hair flowed behind her as her firm body seemed to glide through the air toward me.

‘My God! You mean I actually fucked her last night??’ was the thought that continuously raced through my mind as my face was painted with an ear to ear grin. Almost instantly she was kneeling between my knees and resting her arms on my legs. Her smile was almost as big as the bulge in my sweatpants.

“All I could do since last night was think of having sex with you again! It’s like my blood’s boiling, wanting you inside of me again!” she exclaimed as her arms went around my neck pulling my face to hers. She planted a very seductive kiss on me Yakacık Escort and our tongues were soon dancing a tango together as her firm breasts pressed tightly against me. She continued kissing me as her hands slid down my bare chest and easily discovered what my pants were covering.

“Not here,” I managed to say, trying to stop her from pulling the waistband of my sweats down to give her access to her desires. “We better go out back,” I told her as I forced myself to keep some form of logical thought process going. Our other neighbors were all quite a distance away but they’d be able to see us from their houses because of where we were.

Quickly walking to the seclusion of my back yard we were once again at the blanket she had ‘forgotten’ to take back with her last night. Spying my clothes still laying there, she grinned.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself last night,” she chuckled, pointing to them.

Watching her as she smoothed out the blanket, I answered. “Yes, I had a magnificent time,”

She sat down on the blanket and looked up at me. Her sexy, devilish eyes seemed to call me to her. “I never had anal sex before last night. Never had sex outside either,” she was saying as I sat down facing her. “And, I hope you don’t take offense to this, I never had sex with a man as old as you before last night.”

Her faced flashed red and she looked down. “Sandy, I’m not offended. I know I’m over twice your age,” I consoled her with as I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head. “It was like a dream come true for me, having sex with a hot young lady like you!”

“But all I can do is think of you fucking me again! My pussy hasn’t been dry since!” she confessed while her hand began to once again massage the huge throbbing mass in my pants. “Now I know what they mean when they say about your blood running hot. It feels like I’m on fire and I can’t stop thinking of. . .”

I stopped her with a kiss. “It’s okay. Seriously. I never thought a young lady like you would even look at me sexually, and to have had the honor of being the one who first did your ass blows my mind.”

My words must have been what she wanted to hear because her hand slipped into my pants and was again treating me to the softness of her skin as she stroked and massaged my stiffness. I had no hesitation lifting my hips off the blanket so she could, if she really wanted to, pull my pants down. Well, I had hardly lifted my ass off the blanket when she had pulled my sweats down and was trying to get me out of them, which she did with the help I readily gave.

Now I confess, I’m not much of a boob boy; always been an ass and leg fanatic, but I quickly lifted her halter over her head and began enjoying the robust fullness of her breasts. Sucking on her nipples, running my hands over the firm mounds in front of me and stroking my hands over her naked torso made me hornier than I had been for years. My cock was rock hard and pulsating uncontrollably while she continued playing with it.

“Take off your shorts,” I strongly requested, grasping them at the waistband and gently tugging on them.

Without any indecisiveness Sandy stood up and dropped them. As she stepped out of them I laid down on my back. “Come here,” I instructed her, reaching up and lightly grasping her ankle to pull her toward me.

A few seconds later, by following my instructions, Kadıköy Escort she had one foot on either side of my head and I was watching with extreme anticipation and new found lust as her pussy inched closer and closer to my yearning mouth. As she slowly squatted down I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, noticing that her legs were smoother than silk and perfectly shaped. She had her back toward my feet and I placed one of my hands under each of her cheeks as her body descended those last few inches. With her lightly resting her ass on my upturned palms, her pussy was within easy reach of my mouth.

“How’s this going to be as good as the other way?” she asked, seeming oblivious to what I had in store for her.

The best answer I could give her was a quick lick of my tongue over her slightly parted pussy. As my tongue ran over her protruding clit, she screamed and lifted her ass upward a few inches. “Holy fuck!” she moaned with a gasp. I lifted my head slightly and gave her wet pussy another few licks.

“OHHHH FUUUCCK! ” she moaned each time the wet coarseness of my tongue slid from her hole to her clit. Several times in rapid succession I licked at the increasing puffiness above me. Pausing only long enough to tell her to get on her knees, I soon had my face pressing hard against the back of her thighs as my lips and tongue exploded with the fury of a wild animal attacking her young pussy.

It was all I could do to hold onto her as her body thrashed violently from the attack of my mouth. She was quickly drenching my face with cum as she had what seemed to me to be one long, continuous, and undeniably intense orgasm. I had to position my hands under her ass once again as her body was getting physically drained of strength from the intensity of this new experience she was having. She unexpectedly rolled off my face and onto the blanket.

“Sweet Jesus! I can’t take it any more!” she said as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal. “What the hell did you do??? I’ve never cum so much or so hard!!”

Grinning, I said nothing as I again began to enjoy exploring the contours of her body as I knelt beside her. She reached down and thanked me silently by beginning to give me another miraculous hand job, using the plentiful secretions my hardness had produced from the intense arousal I had just had.

“Sandy?” I began. “You mean nobody ever did that to you before?”

That cute blush appeared on her face again. “No, my boyfriend only wants to do it the old fashioned way and he always gets off way before I do,” she shyly confessed while still giving me pleasure with her hand.

“That’s typical of young guys,” I said, smiling down at her as she lay there naked and still trembling a bit. Then, seeing the golden opportunity I had, I made her an offer that I hoped she wouldn’t refuse. “Maybe I should become your tutor, or your guide to the world of mutually fulfilling sex,” I offered. The smile that came across her face was not from her thinking I was joking.

“That’d be fine with me!” she said as she got up, pushing me onto my back. Pointing to the towering shaft of hard flesh protruding skyward from my crotch, she asked, “So, Teach, what should I do now?”

“Why don’t you show me what you think would be best,” I said as I closed my eyes and folded my arms behind my head.

‘Talk about a win – win situation!!” I thought to myself as I patiently waited for her response to begin. I only had to wait a few seconds before she began to give me her answer.

‘Teaching really is a hard profession,’ I said to myself as I lay there and enjoyed the answer she was giving me.

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His voice was incredible. Flowing over me like melted chocolate. So smooth and rich, turning my insides to mush.

We had been talking for awhile, flirting and catching up on our weekend apart. Both of us talking of our fantasies and wants. Both of us getting a bit out of control, getting more heated.

I say to him, “Mmmm, I think you need to be cooled off a little, what do you think?”

He chuckles and says, ” Maybe a little.”

Laughing I say, ” I think an ice cube would work nicely. How bout if I start behind your ear? Sliding down your neck, across your collar bones. MMM but I’m a bit thirsty, and that drop of water sliding down your chest is just begging for my tongue to lick it up.”

His moan tells me that I am doing little to cool him down, but that he’s enjoying every minute of it.

I say to him, “If this is too much for you sugar, I could stop!”

His instant, “No! That’s ok baby! Go right ahead with what you’re doing!” caused me to chuckle.

In my mind I returned to his body, telling him my thoughts as I went… “I’m trailing the ice down your chest, around your nipples. Watching them pucker. Leaning down to suck them and to flick them with my tongue.”

He moans and says, “Oh, they’re puckering alright!” I can hear the grin in his voice, making me all the more confident in what I’m doing.

I continue to torture him, teasing him with my voice and thoughts. Trailing my tongue down his stomach to his belly button. Slowly trailing down his thighs, around his cock and finally I take him in my mouth.

He groans quietly, “Yesssss” hissing from him.

My body is flushed. I’m fingering myself by now, running my fingers over my clit, spreading my pussy Ataşehir Escort to my touch. Wishing that it was his hand on me, his breath against me instead of the breeze from the fan. The sounds coming to me from him turning my body to liquid fire. I can hear him moving, his breathing getting faster. Knowing that he is stroking himself and wishing I could be there to see him. Picturing him in my mind.

I say how I’m slowly sliding my mouth down over his cock. Swirling my tongue around him and licking off all the pre-cum oozing from his cock. The fingers of my left hand massaging his balls, my right hand stroking him as I slowly suck his cock deep in my mouth. The head of his cock almost hitting the back of my throat.

After sucking him slowly, teasing him and following every vein with my tongue, I slide up his body. Straddling him, my pussy pressed tightly against his throbbing erection, I lean down and trail my tongue around his lips, parting them and pulling his tongue into my mouth, sucking it as I had his cock. I lean back, my hands on his chest, nails digging in lightly and I rock on him. The lips of my pussy surrounding him, the head of his cock against my clit.

He says, “I need you Shanna!” and I can’t hold back any longer.

My body on fire, need pounding through me, I say, “I lift my hips off of you, letting the head of your cock press my pussy lips apart. Just the head of your cock entering me, I squeeze around you, torturing both of us.”

“Then I slowly start lowering myself on to you, taking you into me, inch by inch.”

He says, “I take your breasts into my hands, molding them. Leaning up to suck on your nipples.” Making me moan with need!

I Kadıköy Escort say, “I can’t hold back any longer! I slam my body down onto yours, taking you deep inside of me, my ass pressed tight against your balls. I start rocking on you, feeling you lifting up into me.”

“I lean back, my hands on your knees, lifting my hips, pounding down onto you again.”

He moans and says, ” I reach forward and press my thumb onto your clit, rubbing and stroking.”

At this moment, my body throbs out of control, my breathing is fast and I can feel waves of pleasure begin to pulse through me.

I’m barely able to say, “You feel my body start to pulse around you, my pussy throbbing as I begin to cum… ooooo YES Jim! I’m cuming!” I was moaning uncontrollably, my body taking over. I couldn’t speak anymore.

I could hear his moans as he came with me, our bodies losing control together. The sounds coming from him sending me over yet again, causing me to cum at least 2 more times! I was amazed at my response! I had never felt this way before, though I had experienced my body this way many times.

His intensity and sounds, moans and softly spoken words had totally taken me over. My body was pulsing. I was aware of everything! The air touching my skin, his breathing, his soft words of pleasure.

We were quiet for a moment as we let our breathing slow, let our bodies settle. Feelings of pleasure still washing over me, I said, “Jim, that was incredible!”

His deep chuckle sent shivers of delight through my body. He said, “Yes, it was, amazing, fun, sexy.”

We chatted for awhile longer. Both of us relaxed with each other and teasing and flirting. It was so wonderful. Bostancı Escort As we said goodnight, we made plans to speak again soon. Neither one of us wanting to let too much time go by before hearing the others voice again

As I wished him sweet dreams and heard him chuckle in response, I hung up the phone.

After relaxing for a few more moments, his voice and the sound of him cuming running through my mind, my body begins to get heated again. So rising, I head to the bathroom, stepping out of my nightshirt and into a hot shower.

I let the water pulse against my skin, feeling the sharp spray enlivening me. I can feel my blood rushing to the surface of my skin, the tingles sending pleasure throughout me. I take the shower head in my hand and slowly run the water over my breasts. Letting the pulsing action excite me.

Slowly lowering it, the water pounding against me. The anticipation of feeling it against my pussy almost too much to bare. I reach down with my left hand to spread my lips, letting the water just run over my clit and inner lips, still so sensitive from my earlier touch. Thoughts of Jim, standing outside the shower, watching me, turning me on even more. I can feel his gaze on me as I spread myself even wider. Lowering the shower head closer to my pussy. Feeling the pulsing and vibrating taking me over.

I begin to lose control quickly. A powerful orgasm washing over me. Wave after wave of pleasure throbbing through me. Heat pouring from me, cuming harder than before, knowing he was watching me. My body wracked with pleasure.

As I calmed, I opened my eyes to find myself alone. An ache inside of me, wishing he was there to wrap me in his arms and take me to our bed and make love with me all night long.

I stepped out of the shower after rinsing off, rubbing myself vigorously with a towel. Still on fire for his touch. Thinking to myself yet again how much I wanted to see this man, to have this man, to touch this man.

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I sat alone at my usual table, completely absorbed in the flashing flex of my fingers across the keyboard of my laptop, oblivious to the surrounding din of casual chat and coffeehouse sounds; my thoughts were focussed entirely on the flow of words from my brain as I struggled to write the pictures in my mind.

Lena leaned in closer to Aidan, her slender fingers trailing up the length of his strongly muscled leg; his cock twitched as her touch approached, anticipating her caress…

“Hello,” his voice was low-pitched and dripping with charm; I looked up from my screen, blinking furiously, trying to focus. “Hi, so sorry to interrupt but I just had to come over and talk to you. Mind if I sit down?”

I shook my head automatically, still slightly stunned at being torn cruelly from my work. Across the table the blond-haired stranger seated himself and smiled broadly at me. He was lucky he was cute, because I felt almost murderous. My smile was faked.

“I don’t usually do things like this,” he continued quickly, pulling my empty teacup towards himself and pouring from the fresh pot he’d brought to the table, his movements were smooth, studied, and precise. My anger was slowly being replaced by my insatiable writer’s curiosity; just who the hell was he and what the hell did he want?

“It’s Earl Grey,” he explained, pushing my now full teacup back my direction. “The girl at the counter said that’s what you drink.”

I nodded, watching wordlessly as he poured himself a cup as well, fixing his tea with the same brisk efficiency with which he poured it.

“I’m Douglas Meredith,” he said, flashing me a white-toothed smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I really hope you don’t mind me introducing myself.”

I shook my head, again automatically. For years it had been my job to be nice to people, but since I’d quit the 9-to-5 rat race three months ago to write full-time, I’m afraid my social skills had become a little rusty.

“I’m in here every day before my shift and after,” he explained, continuing smoothly on in the face of my stunned silence. “And I see you here all the time. So the last time that happened I decided that the next time I’d approach you, buy you a cup of tea, and ask you what you were writing, because you always seem so into it; I’m just dying of curiosity about you.”

I sat open-mouthed as he talked on.

“My friends keep telling me I need to stop obsessing myself with the mysterious girls I meet and just settle down with someone nice and normal, but where’s the fun in that, huh?” His laughter was husky, and this time I smiled almost genuinely, caught by the infectious sound. I ignored the fact he assumed I wasn’t normal.

“But there’s just something about you sitting here, working away on that damn thing,” he gestured towards my laptop; the screensaver had come on and I closed the lid with a gentle click. “That piques my curiosity. So maybe some day I’ll settle down with that nice, normal girl; but in the meantime I just have to know you who are.”

Laugher bubbled up in my chest unbidden. I’d never had such a whirlwind conversation with anyone in my life. My head reeled as he leaned across the table and smiled broadly at me again; his eyes were a dark, cerulean blue with little crinkly lines around them. He looked tired, but happy. My own sense of curiosity was buzzing behind my annoyance.

“Well,” I said slowly, watching warily as his smile never faltered, “it’s nice to meet you Douglas, I’m Imogen Wallis.”

“Imogen,” he rolled my name around his tongue like he was tasting something foreign; his handsome face was unsure. “I like that.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. I’d heard every odd response to my even odder name over the years.

“So,” he asked, looking suddenly like a very earnest boy, “whatareyou writing.”

I took a long sip of my tea; it was excellent, as always. I couldn’t help the sly smile that stole across my face. “I write fiction.”

“Really? That’s wonderful! What kind of fiction?” Douglas’ handsome eyes were brightly blue.

“What do you do for a living?” I asked softly, watching as his face lit up with pride.

“I’m a doctor,” Douglas smiled.

“Really? That’s wonderful!” I echoed. “What kind of doctor?”

“Paediatrics,” Douglas said; the look on his face was so happy I instantly knew he was very aware of how good at it he was. “I work down the street.” He gestured in the general direction of the local children’s hospital, which had a stellar reputation; I was mildly impressed and he knew it.

“That’s lovely, Douglas,” I smiled politely. I was really very happy for him, but Lena and Aidan were floating about the Şerifali Escort periphery of my mind and in mid-coitus; I had to finish the chapter before I lost it. “Good luck with that. Thanks for the tea.” I flipped my laptop open, scrolling down to where the half-filled page of writing mocked me.

“Can I read it?” Douglas asked brightly. “I’m sure it’s very good. Are you published?”

I sighed, resisting the urge to growl with frustration. “Not yet,” I said quietly. “I’m trying to make my first deadline, actually.”

“Oh!” Douglas chirruped happily. “How’s that going for you?”

I clenched my teeth and prayed for patience. “Not very well, I’m afraid.”

“Ah well, it’s not like its brain surgery!”

I plastered a simpering smile on my face as Douglas chuckled, overly pleased with his own joke.

“So, can I read it?”

I sighed resignedly. “Sure,” I said and I spun my laptop around to face him.

Aidan watched silently as she rode him, her long blond hair lashing against his thighs as she threw her head back with abandon. The muscles of her pussy gripped him tightly, massaging his generous length with determined vigour.

“Ah, Lena,” he gasped with pleasure, “you’re so fucking tight.” He reached forward and strummed her clit quickly, feeling each spasm of her enjoyment all the way down to his toes.

“And you’re so big,” she sighed in response, moving slower atop him, relishing in every stroke of cock within her, sensing her orgasm approaching. “You’re going to make me come.”

Douglas turned my laptop back towards me, his face pale; he stood up abruptly, unable to hide the growing bulge in his chinos or the look of revulsion on his face. “That’s disgusting,” he spat out, giving me a dirty look. I hitched my chin up another notch and smiled sweetly as he stormed away, brushing rudely past other patrons on his rush to the door.

“Actually,” said a smooth, dark voice from over my shoulder. “I think it’s great.”

I spun about in my chair so fast I just about fell off of it; seated at the table behind me was a dark-haired man with a week’s worth of scruffy beard and a sexy smirk. I glared at him.

“I mean, she’s obviously enjoying Aidan very much, that’s just the way it should be. Personally, I love it when the woman is on top.”

My eyes just about popped out of my head; around me the noise in the room waxed and waned and I sat in shocked silence.

“I- I’m sorry,” I stammered, blushing. “Were you reading over my shoulder?”

“Might have been,” the dark-haired man shrugged, brushing a wayward lock of shaggy hair out of his eyes; I tried to ignore the fact they were very nice eyes, just the colour of melted milk chocolate.

“I- I… I can’t believe you would do that!” I cried; my embarrassment morphed into anger. “What I’m writing is none of your business!”

“Even if I like it?” He smiled crookedly and I fought the urge to smile back. I had to remember that I was mad at his invasion of my privacy, even if he was complementing my writing. Every writer loves a complement and the look in his eyes told me he knew it.

“Y-you like it?” I asked, hating how unsure of myself I sounded.

“Yeah, it’s hot. But you forgot a semi-colon about a half-dozen paragraphs back, just when Aidan is reaching for Lena’s bountiful breasts for the first time. Plus I think you might have spelledfellatiowrong on page thirty-seven.”

I slammed my laptop shut, ignoring the curious looks of people at the surrounding tables as I stood, throwing my laptop and notes into my bag. My violent movements spilled my tea and sent my teaspoon clattering across the floor with a musical tinkle.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I muttered savagely, trying not to attract any more attention. I scooped up my jacket and bag with a flourish and turned sharply, desperate to put as much distance between me and the dark-haired stranger as possible.

“Imogen, wait!” he called as I threw open the door to the street. I apologized softly as I bumped into a lady on the sidewalk before concentrating all my energy into putting one foot in the front of the other as quickly as possible.

“Wait!” I could hear his approaching footsteps on the pavement behind me. Tears welled up as I frantically prayed for my short legs to move faster; I all but broke out into a run. “Wait, please.” He grabbed my arm, and I yelled at the contact, jerking fiercely from his grasp.

“Leave me thefuckalone!” I shouted, all too aware as passers-by starting giving us a wide berth; just what did is say about society when they all ignored as I was accosted in the street?

“Please Göztepe Escort Imogen,” he pleaded, releasing my arm. He looked sad and slightly guilty. I fumed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“You know my name?” I spat out, shaking with anger.

“Well, I overheard you talking to that jerk,” he said weakly by way of an explanation.

“So you were reading over my shoulderandeavesdropping, that’s really nice. What are you, some sort of fucking Neanderthal? Haven’t you heard of common courtesy?” I cried. I wanted to slap the little smirk off his cute face.

He grabbed my arm again more gently than the first time, although no less firmly. “Whoa, wait a minute.I’mnot the one writing dirty stories in crowded cafés in the middle of the afternoon. And it’s not my fault I heard that pompous ass talking to you! I’m pretty sure the entire café could here what he had to say.”

“Let go,” I growled, trying to wiggle out of his tenacious grasp without dropping my bag containing my precious laptop.

“I’m not letting go until you let me apologize,” the stranger said firmly. “And you’re making a scene.”

I stopped moving and watched self-consciously as people eyed the two of us warily. Clearly they thought we were having a domestic spat; I blushed. “Fine, apologize and let me go.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have eavesdropped and I shouldn’t have read your story,” he said straightforwardly. “I did really like it though.” He released my arm gently and I immediately felt the absence of his warm fingers; the ghost of his touch stung my arm.

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah,” he ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and managed to look sheepish. “I really didn’t mean to read it, but a few choice words caught my eye.” He smiled crookedly and I smiled back without thinking. “Can you blame me? I’m a guy, I don’t always think with my head. What would you have done if a cute girl was sitting beside you writing things like that?”

I opened my mouth to retort but nothing came to mind. Truthfully, I wasn’t really shocked he’d peeked or that he’d said something to me because of what he’d read. I’d been writing erotica online for months and had had responses from every sort of weirdo; what was one more? Mind you, he was the first weirdo I’d encountered in person and he was a terribly cute one to boot. I tried not to look as flustered as I felt; the key to these people was to remain aloof.

“Okay, fine. Thank you,” I said as dismissively as possible. I turned to leave.

“Wait, Imogen.” He touched my arm again; the feeling was becoming familiar and I didn’t like how much I enjoyed that. “Can I at least buy you a drink, you know, as an apology.”

“No thank you,” I said stiffly. I started walking towards the park; he followed.

“So who’s your publisher?” he asked. “They’re very lucky to have scooped you up.”

I tried walking faster, but he just lengthened his stride to easily keep pace.

“Honestly, I do a lot of reading, so I know good stuff when I see it. Apart from a few problems with grammar and punctuation I think it’s great and I can’t wait to read the whole thing.”

I came to a dead stop, whirling about to face him as he drew to a halt centimetres from me. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye, and once more found myself cursing my petite stature. “Look buddy,” I jabbed his broad chest with my finger. “I’m not some random, slutty chick to be picked up off the street. Just because I write what I write doesn’t make me that sort of girl, and if you hadn’t been so rude as to invade my privacy you probably wouldn’t have given me a second thought. So I’d really appreciate if you’d fuck off now and leave me alone.”

His handsome features were composed beneath the dark startings of a beard. “Trust me, I’d have given you a second thought, even if I hadn’t read what you were writing,” he said lowly; there was an edge in his voice which almost made me feel bad for being so rude to him.

I snorted. “Yeah, right.”

There was a quick flash of fire in his chocolate brown eyes before he leaned down and kissed me hard; my toes curled in my sandals and my knees quaked as his hot tongue thrashed against my own but before I could think to put up a fight he turned and strode rapidly away, leaving me panting and bewildered on the sidewalk.

“What is it? National Asshole Day?” I yelled after him, stunned by the turn of events and mad at myself for the little thrill which had gone through me when our lips met. He didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard me and I realized as I watched him round the corner the next block up and disappear Ümraniye Escort that I didn’t even know his name.

——–

When I walked back into the café the next day I could have kicked myself for being disappointed that he wasn’t there. I approached the service counter with a guilty smile; behind the gleaming marble counter was my friend Becky, who’d starting slinging coffees there a little more than a year ago, she was wearing a teasingly vexed expression.

“What was that about yesterday?” she asked with a chuckle as she made my tea. “Who were those guys?”

“Well the blond one was some doctor from down the street,” I waved my hand dismissively. “But I was hoping you could tell me who the dark-haired one was.”

“Cute, kinda shaggy?” Becks laughed. “No clue, he comes in here a few times a week and orders a double espresso. Actually, I think he might be a writer, he’s usually armed with a few manuscripts and a notebook.”

I tried not to look surprised. “Well, he might be cute, but he’s an ass.”

Becks giggled. “Why do you say that?”

I recounted the previous afternoon’s events, from his reading my story to his eavesdropping to the startling sidewalk kiss; the look on Becky’s face was precious.

“He kissed you? Right there on the street? And walked away? What thehell?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, and to top it all off, I was up half the night thinking about it. I couldn’t even write.” I didn’t tell her that all my fumbling attempts at resurrecting the love scene between my heavily muscled Aidan and busty Lena were wiped out by the mental image of the dark-haired stranger between my own legs. It had been a little disturbing to say the least.

I settled myself at my usual table, pulled out my laptop, and flicked it on. The half-empty screen of my story wavered blankly in front of me, mocking my every attempt at finishing what had begun so promisingly the day before. But nothing worked, and Aidan, Lena, and I remained unfulfilled. Finally, after two hours of staring at the screen, typing six words, erasing them, and then retyping some other crap over and over again, I gave up and went home for the day.

Day after day continued in much the same manner and my deadline loomed large. I screwed my courage to the proverbial sticking-place and called my editor who grudgingly granted me a few days reprieve when I lied and told her I’d been sick. The only sickness affecting me had been a gloomy, uncharacteristic malaise brought on by thinking too much of the dark-haired man and drinking too much tea while I waited for the writer’s block to pass.

“Can you come by the office today though?” Linda asked her voice cheerful. “There’s a letter here for you.”

“A what?” I croaked in disbelief.

“A letter Imogen, it’s what people used to send each other before emails. It’s here on my desk.” Linda sounded amused. “Someone slipped it through the mail slot last night.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “And maybe we can talk about those revisions to the initial chapters that you suggested.”

“I’ll pencil you in,” Linda promised brightly.

The subway ride to Linda’s office was long and tedious, but it wasn’t like I was getting anything accomplished sitting at home suffering from writer’s block. So Linda and I had our little chat, she gave me a few pointers on my struggles with punctuation, and I left feeling better about my book and in possession of a small white envelope with my name scribbled across the front in a bold, dark hand.

I took my new-found enthusiasm for the publishing world and my letter to the park down the street from Linda’s office; sitting on a bench in the shade I ripped open the envelope hastily.

Imogen;

Use a semicolon between closely related independent clauses not joined by a coordinating conjunction. When related independent clauses appear in one sentence, they are ordinarily connected with a comma and a coordinating conjunction (and, but, or, nor, for, so, yet). The conjunction expresses the relation between the clauses. If the relation is clear without the conjunction, a writer may choose to connect the clauses with a semicolon instead. A semicolon must be used whenever a coordinating conjunction has been omitted between independent clauses. To use merely a comma creates an error known as a comma splice.

And it’sfellatio – two l’s.

Linda tells me the book is scheduled to be released next July; I look forward to finally reading it.

I dropped the letter like it burned me and sat in stunned silence, my brain whirling furiously. I picked it up and reread it twice. There was no signature, no return address, nothing to indicate who’d written it, but I knew and I wanted to kick him in his smug shins.

I reread it again, hating every black stroke of ink which snaked confidently across the page. And then I wanted to kick myself for not realizing it sooner;he knew Linda.

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Richard and Katherine both worked at a big company. They were in different departments, but they were mildly acquainted. Katherine was a tall, leggy brunette who worked in Accounts Payable. She dressed well and had a good body to dress. A nice round ass (perhaps a little big, she thought sometimes) and a nice pair of jugs—not huge but big enough to fill out a sweater nicely. Richard was a mid-level sales executive with boyish good looks, a flat belly, broad shoulders and a disarming smile.

On Tuesday afternoon they found themselves in a mandatory harassment seminar. Big companies do that sort of thing so they can defend the inevitable lawsuits that arise out of broken and unrequited relationships, etc. It tends to be really boring and unrealistic stuff.

Katherine was sitting next to Richard, kind of half way listening, but more focused on the good looking hunk from the mail room who was a couple of rows down. “I wonder how big his dick is?” she was thinking. “If you believe the gossip mill, he is a real stud.”

Richard leaned over and whispered, “This is bullshit.” He was leaning close enough so that she could feel the warmth from his body. It abruptly distracted her from the mail boy.

“What?” she said, trying to change tracks from the mail boy’s dick to Richard’s whisper.

“This meeting is bullshit,” he repeated.

“Oh,” she said. “It certainly is. The only thing that makes this job bearable is all of the screwing around that goes on here. Can you imagine what our jobs would be like if people actually lived like the lawyers want us to?”

“Shhh!” the severe looking older woman sitting next to Katherine admonished them.

Katherine felt duly chastised for a few moments. Then she got a gleam in her eye as she thought, “Well, if that old biddy doesn’t want us to talk, there are other things I can do.”

They were sitting at long tables in an amphitheater style lecture hall. Katherine slipped her foot nearest Richard from her pump and began to play footsie with him. He looked at her with a smile, and she responded with a mischievous smile that she hoped he would take as sexy. Richard put his hand on her thigh and began to fondle it through Katherine’s lightweight dress. That started a fire in her crotch that was just delicious. Katherine responded by putting her hand in Richard’s lap.

When Richard felt Katherine put her hand in his lap, his dick sprang to attention. “I want to fuck this girl,” he thought. “I want to fuck her now. Wouldn’t that be something, getting laid in a sexual harassment seminar?”

He started to ask her what she was doing after work, but she shushed him just like the old biddy had. Meanwhile, she gave his erect dick a firm squeeze through his trousers. He got the message—”Don’t attract attention, and I will keep this up.”

Katherine did just that for the next ten minutes while he continued to rub her thigh. “Shit, I wish I could play with my boobs,” Katherine was thinking. “This is making me so horny.”

Suddenly Richard pulled away and began to tap on his Blackberry.

“What is wrong with this guy?” Katherine thought. Then her iPhone buzzed. The old biddy gave her a sour look, but she pulled it out and opened the message. It was from Richard.

“I had to stop. You were going to make me cum. If I am going to cum in a sexual harassment seminar, I want to be fucking you when it happens.”

Katherine tapped out a brief response: “O I like that.” Then she typed out a longer one. “Don’t feel alone. My panties are soaked.”

Then another message: “Fucking in a harassment seminar? Wow! Now there’s an idea. I always heard you sales guys were creative.”

Richard typed out a response: “Meet me at the bar after work, but leave the panties behind.”

“OK.”

“Pay attention!” hissed the old biddy.

Two hours later Katherine climbed up on a bar stool next to Richard. He had commandeered two seats at the far end of the darkened bar. The place was full of people all of whom were drinking and chatting merrily and paying little or no attention to Anadolu Yakası Escort anyone else around them. After the barkeep delivered her order, she rotated on the stool so that her knees were pushed up against Richard’s thigh.

“We might as well have come straight over here after the seminar. I didn’t get anything useful done the rest of the afternoon. All I could think about was your idea of fucking during the harassment seminar,” she said with a giggle.

Richard chuckled in response as he put his hand on her knee. “Pretty neat idea, huh?”

This time she laughed. “You are nuts.”

“So you weren’t tempted to stand me up?”

In answer to his question, Katherine reached in her purse and pulled out her panties and put them in his lap, giving his cock a stroke in the process. “Tell me, do those look like I was tempted to stand you up?” she asked.

Richard pulled the panties up to his nose and took a quick smell of her cunt juices. “Delicious,” he said. “You really were wet. These are soaked.”

“There’s lots more where that came from.” As she spoke, she pulled up her dress to mid thigh and spread her knees to provide Richard access. He tucked the panties in his jacket pocket and turned to take a sip from his drink. But the hand that wasn’t on the drink was sliding up her thigh, and when it reached the soft hair of her pussy Katherine looked over her shoulder to confirm that they were being ignored by the noisy crowd in the rest of the bar and then spread her thighs just a bit more.

As he slid two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt, she said, “Oh fuck. I have been waiting all afternoon for this. Wouldn’t it have been fun if we could have done this in that boring meeting? It would have given that old biddy a stroke.” Then she leaned back to improve Richard’s access to her pussy.

Richard laughed at the idea of having sex during a training session on sexual harassment. Then he shoved his fingers farther into Katherine’s pussy. She gasped a bit.

“I have an idea,” he said. “Let’s finish these drinks and go back over to the training room and fuck.”

“What! You want to go back to the same room for sex? What if we get caught?”

“It will be empty by now, and we can both get naked and fuck in every position we can think of.” He continued to slowly pump her pussy while he talked. “Really, you can imagine that the old biddy is still sitting there while you bend over the desk and I fuck you from behind.”

“Ummmh, yes,” she said. “I like that idea, but I want to lean on the back of a chair so my tits are hanging down and swinging rather than all mashed on the table.” As she spoke, she set her drink down and then leaned forward and stroked his now erect cock through his pants.

“What other positions do you want to fuck in?” he asked, as she continued to stroke his dick.

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

“God! I love to eat pussy,” he responded. “And you can suck my cock.”

“Of course. And I want you to squirt cum all over my tits.”

“Shit, I can’t wait! Let’s go.”

“Not so fast,” she said. “We need to have another drink and let the office empty out a bit more.”

“Are you kidding? It’s Friday night. If you stand in front of the elevator at five o’clock you’ll be trampled. Even the janitorial staff takes Friday night off. They do their cleanup on Sunday night.”

“We need to wait,” she said as she signaled the bartender for another round.

“Okay,” he said, as he pulled his hand away from her pussy. “If you can wait, I can wait.”

Katherine gave him a pouty look and said, “I didn’t mean you had to stop that.”

“You flagged the bartender to get us another round and he’s headed our way. Not to worry, I’ll make up for it later.”

As the bartender approached, Katherine pulled her legs back together and pulled her dress back down toward her knees. Richard ordered two more drinks.

“So,” she asked him as she spun around on her stool toward the rest of the bar, “which of the couples you see sitting out there do think will be fucking Kadıköy Escort within the next two hours?”

Richard almost choked on his drink. “You have a really dirty mind,” he said.

“Some people think it is one of my finer qualities.”

“I think it would have to go some to top your tits,” he responded.

“How do you know? You haven’t even seen my tits yet.”

“They seem to fill out your sweater pretty well.”

“They might be falsies.”

“I doubt it, but why don’t you go to the washroom and get rid of your bra. After all, if they are falsies, no one will notice when you come back.”

“Damn, he called my bluff!” Katherine thought as she slid down off the stool and headed for the washroom.

As Katherine walked back into the bar, it was clear to Richard and anyone who chose to look that she hadn’t been wearing falsies. Her medium-sized jugs bounced and swung as she walked across the floor, and the nipples bulged against the thin fabric of her sweater. The cream-colored fabric was thin enough that in the bright light of the washroom she had noticed that the brown shape of her aureoles showed clearly. Fortunately, the bar was darker.

“Happy now?” she asked as she climbed back up on the barstool.

“Very,” Richard said. “If your dirty mind is better than those tits, it must be something.”

“Save that for another time,” she responded. “Let’s get out of here. I am so horny that I almost came just rubbing my nipples while I was in the washroom.” As she spoke she reached over and gave Richard’s cock a squeeze.

Richard poured down the last of his drink, threw a twenty on the bar, and said, “Let’s go.”

A moment later they were standing on the street corner, and Katherine began to fondle Richard’s ass with one hand while they waited for the light. Richard responded by fondling one of Katherine’s tits with his elbow.

As they walked across the street Katherine said, “Shit this is sexy, especially that warm night air on my naked pussy. I can’t wait to get upstairs and get the rest of these clothes off.” Richard responded by rubbing her ass through the lightweight dress she was wearing.

As they rode up the elevator they shared a long, wet kiss with their tongues dueling for space in each other’s mouth. Richard let his hands drop down and pulled her dress up so he could fondle her naked ass. He pulled up on her ass with both hands so that her pussy was rubbing against his erect cock through their clothes.

When they walked into the big lecture hall where they had been earlier, Katherine quickly stripped her dress and her sweater off and stepped up on the stage where the speaker had been earlier in the day. She was wearing the four-inch pumps and a string of pearls she had worn to work—and nothing else. Richard grabbed a seat in the front row and pulled his now rigid cock out and began to slowly stroke it, while Katherine sat in a chair on the stage, spread her legs, and dipped two fingers into her glistening pussy.

“So, what do you think the old biddy would do if she saw us sitting here masturbating?” she asked.

“Oh, probably make us attend a harassment conference every day for the rest of our lives,” he responded.

“If they all work out like today, that would be okay.” They sat in silence watching each other masturbate for what seemed like minutes. Finally she said, “Why don’t you come up here and eat my pussy.” She hopped up on a table and sat with her legs spread lewdly apart.

Richard quickly shed the rest of his clothes and pulled a chair up to the table. Katherine swung her legs around so she had one over each of his shoulders. Richard spread her pussy lips and then slid a finger into her cunt to finger fuck her.

“Ummm. That’s good,” Katherine said, followed by a series of gasps as he slid a second and then a third finger into her sloppy wet pussy.

Richard’s erect cock jumped on its own in response to Katherine’s gasp. He reached down with his free hand and gave his cock a few strokes.

Then he began licking her while Ataşehir Escort his fingers continued to probe the inside of her cunt. First, just between her cunt and her clit along the insides of her labia. Occasionally he would just brush her clit, and Katherine would jump with excitement. He kept this up for several minutes while Katherine was massaging her tits and groaning and crying. He also kept stroking his rock hard cock. Not enough to make himself cum, but enough to keep it good and hard.

“Oh fuck that is good! Don’t stop. Oh! . . . Oh fuck, I could do this forever. Oh, shit that is good!” Katherine cried as she panted.

Richard was really enjoying how excited she was, and he gradually increased the frequency of his teasing of her clit.

“Stop teasing me and just work my clit! Fuck I am so hot!”

Richard began to circle her clit with his tongue and then began to flick it. At this point Katherine was just screaming.

“Oh shit, I am cumming. Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck!” she screamed as she clinched Richard’s head between her legs and her climax ripped through her.

As soon as she let go of his head, Richard stood and pushed his rock-hard dick into her tight cunt. Katherine pulled her legs back as wide as she could get them and said, “Yesssss! Put that cock in as far as you can get it.”

“Is that what you have been wanting babe? Having you been thinking about this big cock all afternoon?” Richard slowly stroked his cock in and out of Katherine’s hot dripping cunt. It felt so good wrapped around his cock; so hot and wet and tight. “Oh fuck this is good,” he thought. Then he began to slowly pick up the pace of his stroking.

“Harder. Faster.” Katherine said. “I want to cum again. Oh, fuck, your cock feels good! That’s it,” she said as Richard began to ram into her pussy as fast and hard as he could. “That’s it. Oh, shit, that is good. Oh . . .Oh . . . Fuck! I am going to cum again.” “Arraaaaaaagh!” she cried out as her cunt spasmed around Richard’s dick. She pulled Richard down on top of her and just held him there while her cunt slowly relaxed.

“God you are a great fuck. Can you cum on my tits now? I love it. It’s so nasty.”

Richard pulled out and stepped back, while Katherine hopped down off the table and sat on the chair. She spread her legs and began finger fucking herself. Richard stood next to her with his dick next to her face. She turned and began to suck on his dick.

“God you can suck cock,” Richard said. He let her keep sucking for several minutes until he thought he was ready to cum.

Are you going to cum again while I squirt on you?” he asked.

“Fuck! I think so,” she responded, her voice tight and low. She moved her fingers from her pussy to her clit, which she rubbed rapidly as she watched Richard jacking off.

Richard stood in front of her and began to masturbate furiously. Within a minute he could feel his climax building.

“Here it comes, babe.”

Good. Squirt it all over my tits,” she said with a growl, as she continued to rub her clit.

Just as she finished speaking, Richard erupted with spurt after spurt of hot milky cum that streaked each of her breasts and one errant stream that caught the top of her head and her hair . Katherine pulled a hand away from her pussy and smeared the streams of cum over her tits.

“Now,” she said. “Eat my pussy again while I rub your cum on my tits.”

Richard quickly dropped between her legs and pushed his face into her pussy. This time he went straight for her clit. No fooling around with teasing.

“Oh god that’s good!” she said. ” I’m really close. Just suck on my clit.”

Richard looked up and watched her rubbing his cum all over her tits. Then he looked back down and really focused on her clit. Almost immediately Katherine shrieked, as her third orgasm ripped through her.

Richard collapsed on top of her for a while as they both recovered. Eventually he stood in front of her with his now flaccid cock dripping a mixture of their juices and said, “Now that is my idea of how to understand sexual harassment. I just can’t figure out who was the victim.”

Katherine giggled and then responded, “Let’s go back across the street and have dinner while we try to decide. I feel like I have been ravished, but I sure don’t feel like a victim.”

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I loved feeling Don’s tongue against my pussy. He would gently stroke my clit with it, then run it along the length of my hairless slit, hard, like his cock did just before it penetrated me. The tip of his tongue would tease its way into my inner folds, then back to my clit again, and he’d turn gentle again, teasing, coaxing my trembling body ever closer to a climax.

I felt my pussy gushing as he sucked my engorged clit, gently tugging it between his lips, then stroking it again with his tongue, then pulling it back into his mouth, then his tongue, then his lips, back and forth until I worried my moaning would wake the kids. My muscles stiffened as she felt an orgasm building. I tensed every muscle in anticipation.

Then he stopped. The son of a bitch always knew just the right moment to back off, just when I was soooo close, just when I was desperate to be pushed over the edge. My clit cried out for more attention, but his tongue was probing my hole, an inch of it poking inside of me, reminding me that, soon enough there’s be 9 inches of hard cock taking its place, stretching out me cunt from me labia all the way to me cervix.

I trembled in anticipation of that feeling, that feeling of being completely full, of having him inside of me completely, deeper than any man had ever been. I lived for that feeling. I had had plenty of cocks in me before I was married, and I worried that, after years of marriage and two kids, my sex life would settle into the kind of dull routine my married friends bitched about.

But Don made sure that wouldn’t happen. His cock never got tired of my pussy, and I knew that, as much as I loved my kids, and married life, and my career, I was never happier than when Don’s big cock was buried in my snatch. But first things first. I needed to come, and I needed it badly.

“Please,” I moaned. But his tongue had moved down to my asshole, and he was circling my little pink rosebud as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I wondered if he’d fuck my asshole too. I didn’t mind anal, but I’d much rather have his cock in my cunt. He knew that. But I couldn’t say no to him, no matter what he wanted to do. He knew that too.

“Please,” I said again. “I need to come. I need it so bad.”

He ignored me, engaged as he was with firmly pushing the tip of his tongue into my asshole.

“Don, please.” Then a pause. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just make me come.”

He lifted his head. We had played this game many times before. He’d get me worked up until I was begging to be his slave, offering to do anything in exchange for the earth-shattering orgasm we both knew he could Maltepe Escort give me. No matter what he demanded, I always ended up enjoying it.

“Take me bareback,” he said, as he slid a finger into my ass. We knew this was a dangerous game. My husband and I had agreed that two kids was enough, and we knew from past experience I got pregnant easily. At 36, I felt like I was too old for the pill, so we used condoms. Most of the time. But taking a risk was a huge thrill, and the times I’d used the withdrawal method hadn’t put me back in the maternity ward so far.

“Tell me.” He said, as a second finger joined the first inside my asshole.

“I want to feel your cock inside me,” I panted. “I want to feel your sperm deep inside of me.”

We both knew he’d have to pull out, but we both got worked up thinking about the alternative.

“How deep?” he demanded. Deeper than anyone’s ever been, I thought.

“All the way. Shoot your sperm into my womb.”

Don started stroking his fingers in and out of my asshole, as his tongue resumed its assault on my clit. In a few minutes, I was screaming, as the long-delayed orgasm overtook me. Before I had finished coming down, his cock was inside of me. Usually he’d tease some more, but this time he didn’t want to give me time to relent and ask him to put a condom on. The first five inches of his cock slid right into my dripping pussy before I knew what hit me.

As he started slowly working his cock in and out of my tight hole, he kissed me. I could taste my sex on his tongue, and it turned me own even more. I loved having that reminder of how wet he had gotten me, even as my sopping pussy opened right up for his penetrating phallus.

As he thrust into me again and again, he slowly worked inch after inch of his manhood into me. No matter how many times we did this, I could feel him stretching out my innermost recesses like I was still a virgin. I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him deeper inside of me. Don had kissed his way down my neck to my breast, and was tugging at my nipple with his teeth. Every stab of pain as he bit down made me cry out, my pussy clamping down on his cock even harder. I had only just come, but I felt another orgasm building.

Don slid his fingers out of my ass, and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, lifting it up off the bed. At that angle, his cock thrust the rest of the way inside me in one stroke. I cried out as I felt the head bump up against my cervix. No other man had ever done this to me. No other cock had ever reached that place, pushing against the entrance to my womb. This was why, no matter Anadolu Yakası Escort what else happened, Don would always own my pussy. I felt stabs of pain, as he hit bottom with every thrust. The pain made me hot. The thought of how deep inside of me he was made me hotter. And the thought that, if he came right now, every drop of sperm would be inside my womb, searching for an egg, making my belly swell up with his baby — that made me hottest of all.

“You have to pull out.” I wasn’t so far gone that I had lost my sense. I couldn’t have another baby, no matter how much the though of having a bellyful of his sperm drove me wild.

“I will,” he said firmly, but he kept pounding his cock into me without slowing down. I could feel every inch of him, thrusting into my cunt again and again. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks with each stroke. And I could feel him stab into my cervix, again, again, again.

I knew he’d be true to his word and shoot his load on my belly, but me mind had already gone down another road. I was remembering the feeling of spurt after spurt of fertile sperm shooting into me. I remembered wondering whether the load inside of me was the one that would make my belly swell up with a baby. I remembered how much my husband loved sucking the milk from my swollen tits, stroking my belly when he held me after we’d fucked, knowing his fucking me was responsible for the baby inside of me.

Before I knew it, I felt herself building towards another orgasm. I wrapped her legs around Don’s waist, urging him on. His cock pounded with renewed vigor, my cries echoing off the walls every time he hit bottom.

“Ah… fuck!” I was almost there.

“Wait.” I didn’t want to hear Don say this. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted his cock to keep fucking me into oblivion.

“I’m getting close.” He sounded worried, but he didn’t slow down for a second. I wouldn’t have let him.

“Don’t stop! Please…”

I knew exactly what I was asking him to do. To come inside of me. To shoot millions of fertile sperm directly into my womb, each one searching for an egg, each one trying to make me pregnant.

“We shouldn’t,” he said, but Don made no effort to slow down. He was waiting for a go-ahead, and I decided to give him one.

“Come inside my pussy,” I whispered. “I want your cum inside me. Just don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His thrusting became frantic, pounding into me even harder. I screamed, as another orgasm hit me like a freight train. My spasming pussy clamped down on Don’s cock, finally pushing him over the edge. I felt his cock spasm, Ümraniye Escort the head lodged right against my cervix. Warmth shot through my pussy as a stream of cum shot out of his cock. And another. And another. And another.

I knew from past experience what a massive quantity of sperm Don produced – the times he had come on my face, he’d hit me with a thick stream that went from my hair all the way down to my chin. And then five or six more just like it. We’d posted photos of me online covered in so much sperm I wasn’t worried about anybody recognizing me. Once when I was pregnant, we’d fucked on my lunch break at work, and I still had sperm leaking out of me on the subway ride home. I had hoped none of the other commuters noticed the thin stream of the stuff running down my leg and pooling in one of my sandals.

Now all that sperm was inside of me, and none of it was running out. Don’s cock was still lodged deep inside of me, plugging my pussy and not letting a drop escape. I supposed I could do the responsible thing and try and wash myself out. But I was long past doing the responsible thing. I held him there, inside of me, savoring the feeling of fullness.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry. It’s what I wanted. I just needed you so badly. I don’t care if I get pregnant, as long as you keep making me feel like that.”

“You’re serious about this? You could be pregnant?”

“Right in the middle of my cycle. You probably just put me in the club!”

Don smiled, “I thought you didn’t want another kid.”

“I don’t, really, but if it happens, it happens. I loved having the first two, so if I have one more, we’ll manage. Besides, I love the thought that my belling might be swelling up with your baby.”

He kissed me deeply, and I felt his cock stir inside me. He was clearly excited by the thought too.

“Still, we should be careful from now on.”

“Actually, I was thinking, since the damage is already done…” I moved my head down to his cock, and ran my tongue up and down its length. “One or two more loads wouldn’t hurt.”

A few minutes later, his hard cock was inside me again, and by that time I had accepted my fate. I was going to have Don’s baby. I was going to take as much of his seed into my womb as I could, until my egg drowned in it. In a few months, my belly was going to start to bulge obscenely. By the time I got really big, it’d be summertime, and I’d spend the last three months wearing as little as possible, flaunting my pregnant body, bikini top straining to hold my big milk-filled tits; my huge pregnant belly exposed for the world to see.

I started to have an orgasm just thinking about it. I know my husband and I had talked about not having any more kids. But we’d deal with it fine. The baby would be a blessing, in the end. Just so long as my husband never finds out the baby’s Don’s, and not his!

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Chapter 2: Anger, Alienation, and Aspirations

It had been about a week since the dream I had had, where I thought I had been fucking Dana. My heart still disappointed that it did not actually happen, but a new resolve in myself to never let it actually happen. I loved my wife, and this all needed to stop. I did not want to do something that would ruin what Julia and I had built together.

I was sitting at my desk, my mind wandering, my brow furrowed, staring blankly at my computer screen. “Hey stranger,” I heard her voice ring through my head and I jerked my head up in reaction quickly.

“Shit!” I yelped as pain shot through my neck. I instantly shot my hand up to grab the back of my neck to rub the pain out.

“I’m so sorry!” Dana said frantically. She came around to the back of my desk and placed her hands on my neck. I drew my hand away instinctively as she began to massage my neck. Her fingers were cool against my neck, and goosebumps spread all over my body. Her fingers felt soft and smooth…and wonderful. I sucked in a breath.

“Dana…I…I don’t know…what are you doing?” I asked, falling all over my words. My cock was hardening as her fingers were working out the knot that had formed in my neck. I placed my hands over my lap to hide my growing erection as she continued to press into my neck with her soft, feminine fingers. All I wanted was to swing my chair around and grab her, pulling her into my lap. The thought of doing that caused my cock to swing into full gear, pulsing and pressing up against my hands trying to keep it under control.

“I’m just trying to get the knot out of your neck,” Dana whispered, her lips pressed against my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in response, and I moaned in reaction. I wanted to take her in my arms so badly. I wanted to press her body up against mine, to do to her everything I had dreamed of doing to her.

“What…what is going on?” I jumped at the sound of Julia’s voice, I stood up quickly from the chair, nearly knocking Dana off her feet. Dana stumbled backwards and I reached out my hand to steady her, all the while my eyes on Julia standing in the doorway of my office.

“Babe, it’s not what it looks like,” I stammered, staring at her.

Julia’s eyes were filling with tears, and Dana still stood behind me not moving just staring at Julia. Julia turned to walk away and I stormed out of my office after her. I caught her by the arm. “Baby, Julia Baby, come here.” Julia turned and her hand made harsh impact against my cheek. I shut my eyes against the sting. I was sure she had left a handprint on my face. People in the hallway stopped what they were doing at the sound of the impact.

“Let fucking go of me,” Julia hissed harshly at me, aware of everyone staring at us. I lowered my eyes to the ground, and I dropped my arm from her hand. Julia took one last look at me, tears streaming down her face and walked away towards the parking lot.

I looked back and saw Dana standing in my office doorway, staring at me. I shot her an apologetic look and started after Julia. I needed to talk to Julia. I need to be honest with her about everything that had been going on. Or the lack of what had been going on, but more of what had been going on in my head.

I found Julia sitting in the car, her head in her hands. She was sobbing, her small petite shoulders shaking violently. The door to her car was open, but I dared not get too close, knowing that what was going through her head was the worst thing that could possibly have happened to us. I felt like we had stood there for hours before I finally tried to speak.

“Baby, nothing happened…I need you to believe me. But I do want to tell you some things.” Julia looked up at me. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks glistening with the remnants of her tears. Red splotches covered her beautiful face and her blue-gray eyes were filled with pain. I knelt down in front of her in the parking lot.

********** Some time later ***********

That day I had explained to her everything. I had explained how I had been having fantasies about having sex with Dana, but I explained that nothing had ever happened with me and Dana. I told her how I was attracted to Dana, had had daydreams, and actual dreams of having sex with Dana, but that I wouldn’t act on it because I loved her so much.

The hours had turned into days and the days had turned into weeks. Julia and I had worked through what had happened that day. However, Julia struggled with wanting to be intimate. She said she needed to work on trusting me, she stated that she had a hard time knowing that if we were intimate that I wouldn’t be thinking about Dana. I couldn’t blame her, not after having explained to her the dream as well as my thoughts of at times desiring Dana while we were being intimate.

However, I’m a man…and try as I might, it was still hard to not think about Dana in a sexual manner. The Bostancı Escort very way that Dana moved her hips, the ways in which she looked at me from across the conference room whenever we had team meetings, the way in which she would find a reason to text me late at night…all of those things excited me, and try as I might, I couldn’t resist peaking. I couldn’t stop the surge of excitement that would shoot through my cock, hardening it as I watched her purse her lips, the edges curving into a smile as someone said something funny in the staff meeting. God her lips were plump and full, unlike Julia’s. Julia’s lips were pretty, but simple and smaller. Diana’s lips were plump in all the right places, but still natural. She often wore red lipstick, and I wondered if she reapplied only when she knew I was watching. She would push her lips out and rub the end of the red lipstick over them, and then making a kiss with her lips. It would send chills all the way down to my soul.

But, as I was already in the doghouse with Julia over the issue, I avoided any individual contact with Dana. I avoided being the last person out of the conference room with her, I avoided individual supervision with her, insisting instead that she complete supervision with her other supervisor. Dana still sent me those late night texts though, and though I would never admit it, I waited for them. If they didn’t come one night, I would go to sleep disappointed.

Julia had taken big steps in saying that she would start to trust me again. Her exact words had been “I’m going to trust that you won’t do anything to hurt me.” But as I looked at the phone, wondering if Dana would text, I felt that ache inside of me again. Why couldn’t life be easy? Julia was working late tonight, so I had the house to myself. I flipped through my phone to look back at the picture of the group at the club. The picture that had started all of it. My crazy obsession with Dana.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was aware that my dick was responding to the beautiful woman in the picture, as it had for the past several months now. And just as I was about to put my phone down to pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, the phone dinged. It was Dana.

Dana: Sorry it is so late. I have a work question, can I call you?

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. Julia wasn’t expected back for at least another hour.

Me: Sure. I’ll call you, give me a minute.

I took a deep breath and pressed the call button next to her phone number. Her voice rang through my ears as she answered the phone immediately on the first ring. My cock pulsed and began to harden at the sound of it.

I cleared my throat, “Hey, what’s up?” I said, making my voice as even as possible.

Dana chuckled. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about one of my families, but first, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” I chuckled. “How are you doing, Dana?” My dick pulsed again, waiting to hear her voice again. I pulled it out of my boxer briefs, it sprung up slightly, not fully hardened yet. I shuddered a little at the thought of doing what I was thinking about doing. I wanted to masturbate to the sound of Dana’s voice on the phone with me, even if she was going to talk about business.

“What have you been up to lately?” Dana asked softly. Her voice fell over my whole body and my cock hardened instantaneously becoming fully erect.

“Oh you know, the usual. Working on work stuff, meetings, all of that.” I placed my hand around my cock. Imagining that it was her soft fingers. I remembered the touch of her silky fingers against my neck and my cock responded to that thought.

“I’ve missed meeting with you,” Dana said. “When will we do supervision together again?”

“Well, I’ve been pretty busy, but we will do supervision again soon.” My hand started to run up and down my cock, the looser skin moving with my hand. I imagined Dana’s red lips being placed around the purple head of my cock. I moaned, forgetting that I was on the phone with Dana.

“What are you doing?” Dana asked, stifling a giggle. I knew she knew. I knew she knew exactly what she did to me every time she looked at me. I knew that she knew that she made me come undone every time she even looked at me.

“I think you know what I’m doing,” I said. I stroked my rock hard cock a little faster. My toes curled at the sensation.

Dana giggled. “Yes…I know exactly what you are doing…” Dana’s voice trailed off. I heard a zipper sound over the phone, and I shivered again.

“Did you just unzip your jeans?” I asked quietly. I didn’t really need her to answer. I knew what she had done. I knew what she wanted.

“I unzipped them…as I imagine you would if you were here,” she whispered barely audibly. “And now I’m pulling them off of me…and I’m pulling my shirt off also, imagining your big hands pulling my shirt off. I’m wearing a purple lace bra and a purple lace thong…and I’m Anadolu Yakası Escort already so wet for you…” her voice trailed off.

I moaned loudly. “Dana, I wish I could kiss your neck, and kiss your ear and those plump red lips. I wish I could undo your bra, letting it fall to the bed. I would then trail light kisses down your neck, cupping your breasts in my hands. As you arch your back against me, I would lean down to take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, lightly at first and then harder, my desire for you growing with every flick of my tongue.”

I heard her breathing get heavy on the phone. “As you do that, I would reach down and take hold of your hard cock. My hands running the length of it as my pussy gets wetter and wetter, preparing itself for you to enter.”

I sighed against the emotions building inside of me. “And I would reach down and slide my hand along the slit to your wet pussy, your pussy juice covering my hand, your plump lips moving aside as I slide my hand over your slit. I then place two fingers inside of you, feeling you push up against my fingers…”

Dana moaned loudly, and I knew she had placed fingers inside of her wet pussy as I described doing so with mine.

I continued to move my hand up and down the shaft of my cock, pushing and pulling as I imagined she would be doing if she was with me. “Dana, I would continue to kiss you, licking your nipples harder. And then I would remove my hand from your soaking wet pussy and take your hand off my cock. I then would place my body over yours, and I would slowly place the tip of my cock up against your wet slit, your pussy juice lubricating the tip as it slides up and down along your slit. Then I would gently place the tip up against your pussy. And as you thrust your hips towards me, I would slide it effortlessly into you, all of my cock being pushed into you in one shot.”

Dana moaned even louder, and higher pitched. I knew that I had her at that moment. I could imagine her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, as she imagined it being my cock. “Yes…yes!” Dana encouraged.

“I would push into your wet pussy harder and harder, holding you up against the wall. I would pick you up and as you wrap your legs around me, I would continue pushing you up and down on my cock. You moaning in desire as my cock begins to pulse inside of you.” I was so close. I was stroking my cock faster and faster, knowing that it was only a matter of seconds now.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I could hear that she was close now too.

“And with a final thrust, I would then shoot hot steamy cum up into your pussy, sending it deep inside of you, and holding you still until you also came, your cum and mine running out of your pussy and down your legs.” I moaned loudly and heard her squeal at the same time, both of us cumming at the same time.

Our breathing was labored as we both came down from our mutual orgasm. As I caught my breath, I chuckled. “Did you still want to talk to me about one of your cases, Dana?” I asked through trying to breathe.

She sighed loudly on the other line. “No, that was just an excuse. It can wait…until we do supervision in the office next.” I smiled at what she was implying. “Goodnight, boss-man,” Dana said catching her breath.

I smiled. “Goodnight Goofball,” I said softly, calling her the nickname I had called her months before when everything had started.

I heard the soft click of the phone as she hung up. I quickly jumped in the shower, needing to clean up before Julia came home from work. Guilt washed over me as the warm water fell over my body, easing my hardon back to normal. I cleansed myself and got out of the shower, putting on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and laying back down in bed. I heard Julia open and shut the front door a few moments later. She came through the bedroom door and I smiled up at her.

“Hello sweetheart,” I said softly to Julia as she walked towards me. She was wearing a long beige jacket that she often wore to work.

“Hello babe,” she said back softly. She walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss my lips. She then reached down to pull open the ties of her jacket. I gasped as she pulled her jacket off and my wife stood there completely nude as the jacket fell to the ground around her feet. My cock jumped up at the sight, getting hard once again.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bed on top of me. Julia smiled at me and laid her head on my bare chest, her delicate fingers tracing around my shoulders, causing shivers throughout my body.

“Baby, I’ve missed you,” Julia whispered to me. The sound of her voice made my body physically shudder.

“I’ve missed you so much too, my love,” I purred back at her, my lips kissing the top of her head.

Julia sat up, her legs on either side of me, her perfectly shaved pussy sitting on my cock which was pulsing and ready to go inside of her if it wasn’t still Ataşehir Escort in it’s boxer prison cell. I squirmed a little under her as she pushed her pussy down harder onto my rock hard cock.

“I want you, baby, I want you inside of me…I want you inside of me now!” Julia commanded in an authoritative voice. I jumped a little at the harshness of her voice, at her commanding me like that, but it was exciting also. I felt a little pre cum leak out of my cock as she reached down and pulled it from my boxers. She slid the purple head of my cock right up to the hole of her pussy which was already wet and warm. She smiled down at me and immediately slid down right onto my cock. I gasped in surprise as she took all of my cock inside her pussy. She then just sat there, my cock pulsing inside of her. She smiled at me seductively.

“I’m sure you want me to start riding you like I normally do,” Julia stated. “However, today is going to be different. I’m in charge today, and you are going to respond to every one of my commands without complaint. You are going to let me do to you whatever I want, and you are going to do to me, whatever I tell you.” She smiled slyly.

I didn’t know what to think. What is going on with her? Julia was normally very sweet and soft when we were intimate. This was new to me. She may not have had me tied up with ropes, but it sure felt like a bondage situation. I wasn’t surprised though when my cock responded with excitement at the idea, captive inside my wife’s pussy.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Julia hissed at me.

“Yes…I understand.” I responded back to her question.

“Good boy,” She responded to me, her smile lighting up her face. “Now, place your hands on my breasts!” She commanded.

I obliged, placing my hands on her plump DD breasts with dark pink nipples that were standing erect. My hands brushed against them and she moaned and arched her back slightly.

“Now close your eyes!” She commanded. “I want you to imagine you are touching Dana’s breasts…perky, full, erect nipples…” Her voice trailed off.

My hands immediately came flying off of her breasts and I looked up at her in horror. “What are you doing?” I asked her.

“You don’t get to speak!” She responded harshly to me. I looked up at her in shock, confusion all over my face. She chuckled. “I know you want to be with her,” Julia stated matter-of-factly. “And as I have thought over the past couple of weeks since seeing you in your office with her, I have come to the conclusion that I can use this to my favor. I want you to fuck me like you did that night when you were dreaming about fucking her. But…”her voice trailed off as she smiled down at me again. “The difference is that I’M in control now.”

My cock pulsed hard into her vagina, being squeezed inside of her, at the sound of her commands. I didn’t know what to think, my head was racing.

“So, now, put your hands back on my breasts and close your eyes!” She commanded again.

I gulped, excitement coursing through my veins, but not wanting her to see that. I can play this little game, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes.

“Now, rub my nipples hard, like you want to rub Dana’s,” Julia commanded and I obliged, causing a sharp breath to come out of her mouth. She raised up and down on my cock slowly as I pulled and tugged at her nipples, her back arching away from my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut hard so that I would not open them against her command. I did not want her to stop riding my hard cock if I opened them again.

“Good,” She purred down at me as I continued to pull on her nipples. “Now, place your hands down to my ass, and pull and push me up and down on your dick.” She commanded. I dropped my hands to her ass, cupping her firm ass in my hands and helping her as she rose and fell onto my cock. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and I did not know how much I could take without cumming into her. “That’s right, baby, fuck Dana’s pussy hard.” I started to pull and push her up and down faster and faster, moaning loudly as I knew I was close.

“Stop!” She commanded loudly. My eyes shot open at her command. She smiled slyly down at me. “I am not ready for you to cum inside of me,” She stated. She pushed herself up off of my cock, her pussy hovering right above my tip. She must have seen the desperation in my eyes because she laughed and placed a hand on my cock, steadying it. But she did not run her hand along the hard shaft. She moved her legs in between mine and lowered her mouth to just above the head of my cock. I closed my eyes again in anticipation.

“Now,” She flicked her tongue playfully over the tip of my cock. “I want you to imagine that Dana is about to suck your cock.” She flicked her tongue playfully over the tip again, causing me to tense at the sensation. She then placed her soft silky lips completely around the head and started to suck.

My head started to spin with how good it felt, and I followed her command, I imagined it was Dana’s bright red plumpy lips around my cock. Julia dropped her mouth down further around my cock, and I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. She then continued the up and down motion of fucking me with her mouth.

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It was about 9.30 in the morning, and I’d come into chambers early to finish a brief for a QC who was due in court that afternoon. It was a fairly boring fraud case, but the sort of stuff that runs and runs and pays the bills, anyway, I was nearly done and desperate for a cup of coffee, so I picked up the phone and called my secretary:

“Oh Janie – good morning – nice of you to make it to work this morning.”

“Cut the sarcasm Max, just because you had to come in at sparrow’s fart – after that liquid lunch you had with your journo mates in the Wig and Pen yesterday afternoon, no need to give me a hard time OK. Talk about a conflict of interests!”

“Ok, enough already Janie – just remember who’s boss around here, you, OK.”

“That’s better, Max, now what can I do you for?”

“Gasping for a coffee Janie, get one of the juniors, to bring me one in will you, strong and sweet – I need it, and I’ve a pile of filing to do too.”

“Well all the juniors are busy Max – running your errands, but we’ve got some work experience kid just come in – will that do.”

“Well I suppose so, but I hope it’s not some pimply oik like the last one we had, dyslexic to boot.”

“Do you want your coffee Max?” “Ok, Ok just get on with it will you.”

I put the phone down – “getting way above her station that girl”, I said to myself, but in truth Janie was great and very attractive, but she was my wife’s best friend and the best secretary I’d ever had to boot, so I wasn’t going to mess that up, beside as a general rule, it’s best not to shit on one’s own doorstep so to speak.

I sat back to read the last of the affidavits in the brief and waited for some spotty youth to bring me my coffee. God, work experience heaven help us, every kid we’d had so far had been a total no hoper, we only kept it up because the head of chambers was a governor at the local school, just doing his bit for the community.

There was a knock at the door, and I said ‘come in’ with out looking up.

“Excuse me Mr. Randy, Janie asked me to bring you some coffee, black with two sugars, is that OK?”

I looked up somewhat surprised to hear a sweet young female voice. My surprise didn’t end there. She was gorgeous, shoulder length dark haired with blue eyes and a nice taut athletic frame. I caught myself from staring; nevertheless I’m sure she noticed the lustful smile that momentarily spread across my lips.

“ Yes, that’s fine.” I said. “ Just put it down here on my desk.”

She walked into the office, closing the door behind her, and placed the mug of coffee in front of me. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a blue blazer and school skirt, which was evidently far too short and tight to be school regulation, and matching long socks. Mmmm I thought, some how school uniforms are such a turn on. I noticed that her white blouse was also stretched tight over her firm breasts, and I could see the outline of a thin black bra with a hint of nipple poking through. I looked up at her face and saw that she was blushing, having noticed the intensity with which I’d scrutinised her. Anadolu Yakası Escort I’m a lawyer, I can’t help it – I have to have an eye for detail.

“So you’re here for work experience, are you? What’s your name?” I said looking her directly in the eye.

“Kimberley, Mr Randy. Yes, I’ll be here for a week, I’m really looking forward to it, because I want to read law at University next year.”

“Well Kimberley, welcome to Hampton, Randy and Partners. And you can call me Max, by the way, everybody else does, if not something far worse. I must say you make a refreshing change from the usual uninspired youth we have through here on work experience.”

She giggled sexily and smiled back at me: “Janie said you had some filing for me to do, would you like me to start now? I’ve nothing else to do and Janie said that she was popping out to the bank and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so.”

“Yes, that’d be great, you see those two piles of brief’s on the floor by the filing cabinets.” I said, pointing across the room. “Well the one on the left is cases pending and the one on the right is completed cases. Just file them alphabetically in the respective cabinets. Ok? The names of the clients are written clearly on the cover of each brief.”

“Sounds easy enough.” she said, as she turned and walked over to stacks of briefs.

I watched her behind as she walked, she had a nice perky arse too, and her hips swayed gently as she walked. When she reached the filing cabinets on the office wall, instead of crouching down to pick up the first file, she just bent straight over. My mouth gaped open in surprise and lust as I saw her skirt rise up her thighs to reveal the moons of her naked bottom cheeks and just a glimpse of a delightful keyhole between her legs, barely covered by a black thong. My cock sprang to life and I had to adjust my pants under my desk. I sipped my coffee and couldn’t take my eyes of her. I had a slight hangover and that always makes me hornier than hell anyway.

“She must be doing this deliberately.” I thought to myself, “She can’t be that naïve, that she doesn’t realise that she’s giving me a show.”

I picked up my coffee and a copy of Law Magazine that was lying on my desk and went over to sit in one of the two easy chairs by a coffee table that I keep for reading and discussions with my partner and clients. She was making short work of the filing, and repeating the same movement each time. I tried to pretend I was reading the magazine but I couldn’t take my eyes off her sweet arse.

Finally she turned and looked back at me, as I dropped the mag into my lap to cover the swelling in my trousers.

“All done Mr Randy, eh I mean Max, got anything else for me to do?”

“Not just now,” I said, “Why don’t you come and sit over here, opposite me and tell me about yourself, and why you want to be a lawyer?” I pointed to the easy chair across from me. “And take off your blazer if you like, we’re actually pretty informal around here despite appearances to the contrary.”

She slipped off her blazer, hung it Bostancı Escort on the coat stand and sat down opposite me, some what demurely pulling down her skirt as she did. I thought privately that this was a bit futile as I’d already seen her delicious arse, and the skirt rode up any way to the tops of her thighs, but for now she kept her knees together, so I was spared further excitement in that department although I now had a delightful view of her firm round breasts, and I could swear that her nipples were even more prominent than before.

“So tell me, what kind of law would you like to practice, and what do you hope to get out of your time here?” I said looking at her seriously.

She started to tell me how she hoped to be a criminal barrister and was studying English, philosophy and drama at “A” level, and that she hoped she would learn something from me about how solicitors prepare a case for court. As she talked her legs parted and although I tried to pay attention to her and focus on her face my gaze was pulled magnetically up her skirt. I could see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong, which was stretched tight revealing the folds of her cunt lips.

She stopped talking, which broke my reverie, and I looked up to see that she’d noticed me staring up her skirt.

“Do you like what you see?” she said, looking me boldly in the eye, with a naughty smile on her face.

“Eh hmm, well yes I do.” I replied, as matter of factly as I could, and I stood up to go and lock the office door.

“mmm I can see that” she said, looking down at the big bulge of my erection, “would you like me to show you more?”

I said nothing but, turned the key in the door and returned to my chair, adjusting my cock in my pants as I did so. With that she pulled up her skirt and in a single swift movement removed her thong, and spread her legs wide apart. I feasted my eyes on the sweetest bare pussy I’d ever seen. Her lips were thin but pouting, and her cunt glistened with her juices. She was obviously turned on and enjoying the effect she was having on me.

Slowly she lowered her hands between her legs and began softly caressing her thighs. Running her finger tips up and down, just barely touching the folds of her labia with each stroke. Gradually she worked her fingers further into her lips, spreading them wide so that the bump of her clit was visible. She raised one hand to her mouth and licked the tip of her index finger, before lowering it again and applying it to her clit. Delicately she rubbed her fingertip back and forth on the hood of her clit until I could see her little cherry, pink, sweet, swollen and proud.

I was transfixed and started rubbing my cock though my trousers, but it was too hard and too big for comfort, so I unbuttoned my fly and my rigid shaft, sprang out through the fly of my shorts. Slowly and lightly I stroked my cock, never taking my eyes off the show that she was giving me. I’ve a bigger than average cock, not too long, but thick with a clean circumcised head which was throbbing already, as Ümraniye Escort I was so turned on, watching Kimberley masturbate before me. Her eyes widened and she moaned softly as she gazed at my purple helmet, which was by now fully engorged, with my finger and thumb ringing it. The sight of the pre-cum glistening on my pulsating tip, seemed to turn her on even more, and she plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, which was now dripping with juices. Faster and deeper she pumped her fingers inside her, until throwing her head back she began to groan like a wildcat and tremble, her thighs quivering tight against her fingers. I could hear her fingers slurping in her love hole, and I watched in awe, squeezing my shaft hard, as with a final violent tremor she came, squirting love juice all over her hand.

For a few seconds she fell back into her chair as the tension of orgasm subsided and she relaxed. I was stroking – still slowly, savouring every minute of this glorious scene. She seemed to come to, as though waking from a dream, and looking down at my hand, which was now pumping my shaft rather faster, said:

“Here Max, let me help you with that.”

She knelt on the floor in front of me, grasped my waistband and pulled my trousers and pants to my ankles. Cupping my balls in her left hand she circled my pulsating cock with her right and started to wank me, her hand slipping smoothly up and down still lubricated with her cunt juice. Then looking me in the eye she lowered her lips to my cock head, sucking it hard and darting her tongue into my cumhole as she did so. I was in ecstasy and felt my balls tighten and the cum start to rise from the base of my shaft. I moaned, warning her that I was about to cum. Instead of pulling back she sucked my full length into her mouth, so my tip was bumping against the back of her throat, and she slid her fingers between my legs massaging my prostate. This was too much and I started to buck my hips, grabbing the back of her head as I pumped my engorged cock ever deeper and harder into her hot mouth. At every stroke she took more of me inside her, sucking me harder, until with a blinding flash in my brain, my cock exploded inside her, spurting streams of hot creamy cum into her mouth. She sucked me in drinking my cum, never faltering, milking every last drop of my seed with her succulent lips.

I collapsed back in the chair and as I softened in her mouth, she began to lick my shaft lovingly, careful cleaning around my glans with her tongue, making sure that she swallowed every trace of my enormous orgasm.

“Stand up” she said, “look at the time, Janie will be back soon.”

I complied, struggling to my feet, as she efficiently pulled up my trousers, carefully put my cock away in my pants and buttoned my fly. She turned bent over to pick up her thong, giving my one last glimpse of her glorious pink cunt in the process, slipped the thong into her skirt pocket, smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and pecked me on cheek and said:

“I think I’m going to enjoy working under you Max, if that’s all for now Sir, I think it’s time for my tea break.” and with that she turned, popped on her blazer, and looking just like miss innocent, headed for the door and was gone. All I could do was stare after her open mouthed, wondering whether it was all a dream.

End of part one.

To be continued……

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Peter paused at the doorway, allowing his eyes to drink in the oasis of her bare body tangled in the sheets. Their lovemaking had been frantic, almost frenzied, and was still evident in the twisted mess of covers. It was as if his two-week absence could be erased somehow by the intensity of their lust. Although he had been exhausted from the long flight, it had been after three a.m. before they finally allowed themselves to drift off to sleep, their limbs still intertwined.

Maureen lay on her stomach, her left leg drawn up. The sheet was pulled tight around her legs, and the valley between her waist and ass was partially covered. He smiled as he recalled, after their lust had been sated somewhat, slowly pouring from his last bottle of 1998 Silver Oak Cabernet into that gently sloping valley. The garnet pond he created caught the silvery moonlight reflecting off the ocean. Peter had dipped his fingers into this crimson puddle, letting the ruby wine drip along her ass and thighs before slowly licking up the drops. It had been an incredibly sensual experience for both of them. While it is hard to improve a $100 a bottle wine, the cabernet had been the sweetest nectar when sipped from her skin.

Her auburn curls were off to one side, revealing the curve of her neck just below her ear. This was his other favorite place to kiss. She smelled faintly of flowers and shampoo here, a heady scent he knew others never experienced in casual conversations with her. It was a scent that lingered on her pillow and on the collar of his shirt after she hugged him. It was an intimate scent, and it never failed to arouse him.

She stretched and rolled onto her side, revealing her left breast. The dusky nipple immediately hardened as it met the cool ocean breeze coming through the open window. Maureen enjoyed making love with the window open; the possibility that someone on the sidewalk below might hear their lovemaking excited her. She became a minx, teasing him and urging him to take her to new heights.

Peter smiled, knowing it would not be long before he had her again. He had been Ataşehir Escort up for an hour now, trying to be patient and allow her some well-deserved sleep, but he was horny and his self-restraint had its limits. She yawned, rolling onto her back, and opened her grey eyes. It took a moment before she saw him in the open doorway, watching her, but when she did, she smiled.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” she asked.

“Long enough,” he replied, crossing the room to join her on the bed.

Peter covered her with his body as his lips suckled her exposed nipple and his hands pinned hers above her head. He thrust his hips against her, letting her feel his hardness through the sheets. It wouldn’t take her long to beg him to enter her, but this morning he felt like taking his time.

He kissed her slowly, taking time to explore her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against his lips, exciting him even more. She would try his patience this morning, he could tell already. He continued to hold her hands firmly above her head, preventing her from touching him. Peter was determined to prolong her pleasure as much as possible, which meant not allowing her to participate in the lovemaking just yet. Maureen struggled against him, swiveling her hips against his, trying to entice him to remove the thin fabric barrier that separated their bodies. He could feel the heat radiating from her pelvis. Her legs were spread wide, her knees pulled up to accommodate his hips between her thighs.

Maureen was always horniest in the morning. She was the only woman he had ever met who was like that, and he loved that about her. Almost daily, he was awakened by her silken lips wrapped around his morning hard-on. Waking to an alarm clock or wake-up call while he traveled was pure torture, particularly when he knew Maureen would be taking matters into her own hands at home.

Watching her masturbate was also a favorite pastime. He loved the way she teased herself, first running her fingers over her body, avoiding her hot spots until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then Kadıköy Escort she played, first with her nipples, pinching them into hard little nubs. Next, she slowly traced a path to her labia, rubbing them with her middle fingers. Finally, she would part her lower lips, sliding just the tip of one finger into her cleft, pulling moisture up to anoint her clit.

Peter slipped his free hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit through the sheet. She moaned again and sucked his lower lip in between her lips as she kissed him. He didn’t want to bring her off too soon, but at the same time, he was pretty certain she was capable of at least two peaks this morning.

He continued to tease her through the sheet while leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone and down to her breast. His mouth surrounded her areola; he used the flat of his tongue to stimulate the underside of her nipple as he drew as much of her breast as possible into his mouth. She cried out as his teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, and he could hear the sound of pedestrians on the sidewalk below. He wondered if they heard her, and if so, did it excite them, knowing someone was having sex just feet away from them? Perhaps a young woman heard them and grew wet, wishing her inept boyfriend could make her cry out like that. Perhaps a man on his way to work heard them, and became so excited that he had to jack off behind his desk before a meeting to alleviate the desire he felt. Perhaps he fantasized about fucking his assistant, making her cry out in an oceanfront bungalow while pedestrians by walked outside.

Maureen’s wetness was soaking the sheet between them, and Peter decided it was time to experience that exquisite liquid silk pouring over his cock as he plunged into her. He lifted his hips and pushed the sheet out of the way as he continued to assault her clit. She was so close to coming, and he wanted to be inside her when she did. He positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt, reveling in the power he now held. In seconds, he would be thrusting into her, feeling her tightening around Ümraniye Escort him as she approached her peak, milking the cum from his cock.

He thrust halfway in, groaning with the intense pleasure as his hardness was engulfed in her softness. As he pulled back out, she cried out at the sudden absence of his cock where she needed him most. It was the sweetest torture, this primal dance. The in and out, the giving and receiving… For centuries, the beat of ages has been measured by the point and counterpoint of sex. Fucking, making love, shagging, doing the nasty…call it what you will, but it all comes down to a cock in a cunt, ending in an explosion of the senses.

Her fingernails raked his back and her legs lifted up to meet around his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Maureen arched against him as she came, crying out his name. He thrust deeply and stopped, balls deep in her wet heat, feeling the pulsing of her velvety walls around his cock, the flood of fluid running over his balls to pool on the mattress beneath her ass.

Peter began to thrust again, thinking of how they spent the hour before he had left to catch the plane. He caught her in the bathroom as she leaned over to brush her teeth, her bare ass naked and inviting. She had the shower running, waiting for the water to heat up. Without a second thought, he had dropped his pants and thrust into her, holding her hips to prevent her from hitting her head on the faucet. After a few firm thrusts, she dropped the toothbrush and grabbed the faucet handles, pushing back against him as he took his pleasure. His rhythm turned the water on and off, and the steam from the shower built up, surrounding them in an ethereal cloud of heat. Their reflections were blurred in the mirror, and as the steam condensed on it, a drop would run down, momentarily giving him a glimpse of a breast or a shoulder or a closed eye.

It was these images that finally pushed him over the edge, his orgasm coming in waves, like the ebb and flow of the tide. Maureen urged him on with soft whispers and moans, accepting the flow of his semen into her velvet vessel as she climaxed with him. Peter sank down onto her, spent, and she kissed him softly on his neck, their heartbeats indistinguishable. And outside, a man smiled, knowing the scene he just heard had come to a satisfying conclusion.

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Wilda Lark professional photographer; specializing in Nature and wildlife. This was what was printed on her business card.

Wilda lived on the edge of the Hornsby National park. All she had to do was walk out her back door and down the hill to enter the park just a half a mile about the river. This area was heavy with all kinds of wild life which Wilda took great pleasure in photographing.

With camera in hand Wilda made her way toward the river. She thought that up by the big rock would give her a good hiding spot and also a spot to photograph the animals from. Before she reached the rock she heard splashing in the river. It was so loud she was sure it must be a bear. She also thought she must be very careful. Moving with ease and yet great stealth Wilda came to a spot where she could see the great rock. What she saw astounded her, confounded her and took her breath away. For there high up on the rock was a man naked as the day he was born.

Or maybe he was not born for surely he was a god, created in the heavens and set upon the earth for all the women of the world to relish. He was tall well over six feet. Broad of shoulders, narrow at the waist. Each muscle glistened in the bright sun. His hair was long and dark. His face was smooth with deep eyes and a nose that was also long. But what took her breath was his manhood. Never in her life had she seen sure a wonderful tool. Never had she seen one as long, or as thick and the head was bulbous protruded like a enormous plum rip for the picking. This massive instrument of love was at least ten inches long while it lay limp down over a pair of balls that were the size of soft balls. He was a god of that Wilda was sure. He stood there looking around as if he knew he was being watched. Wilda brought up her camera and took a picture of him. He jerked her head in her direction.

Before Wilda could blink he was of the rock and running toward her. Wilda dropped her camera while she turned to run. However she had only taken two steps when she felt twin bands of steel close around her. Wilda took a deep breath and passed out. When she came to she was laying on a grassy area back under an over hang. The deep shade was cool on her naked skin. Wilda jerked awake and sat up. She was naked her clothing were folded and pile on a rock some feet away. Sitting facing her was the god. He sat on a rock legs spread wide elbows resting on his knees. His enormous cock was erect and it looked to be a foot long. He was stroking it in long slow pulls up and down. Wilda sat I awe of his manhood. He was smiling at her. He pointed his long cock at her and with the other hand motioned for her to come closer. Wilda was in a trace as she moved on hands and knees closer to him. He reached out and cupped the back of her head pulling her down till her face was only inches for the tip of his cock.

Wilda was no stranger to sucking a hard cock but as they say “Not on the first date.” and certainly not with out knowing his name. However he was not forcing her to suck his cock, but she could feel great strength in his arms. He was not about to let her back off. Besides Wilda thought she would rather suck his monster than have it in her. She moved into a kneeling position, grasping it in both hands with a lot of it still protruding from her double hand full.

She lowered her head and took the bulbous head into her mouth. It was salty and wet. The pre-cum was dripping from the slit in the end. She licked it and ran her tongue along the little opening. He moved his hips and more of the long rubbery cock went into her mouth. Wilda sucked and licked his cock and jerked the shaft with both hands. Wilda was enjoying this and was getting turned by it. What a wonderful cock she thought, her pussy was wet and she ran a finger into it. She was about to suck his cock deeper when she felt his hand slip between her hand and her wet pussy. His long finger went up into her cunt and it was followed by a second and a third. Wilda was bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could. She was giving the best blow job of her life while getting a royal finger fucking at the same time. His softball size nuts jerked and forced a flood of cum to shoot up and out of his cock.

Wilda got a mouth full followed by a second shot followed by a third and forth till almanbahis yeni giriş she could take no more. Wilda was sucking on his cock and drinking as much of the sweet cum as she could. Yet a lot of it was dripped from her mouth falling on the ground. Wilda felt her own climax swell up and gush forth it was like a long slow piss splashing on the ground on top of his. Wilda held his cock in her mouth for a long time relishing the wonderful taste and smell. But finely he pushed her away and stood. Wilda looked up into child like eyes and smiled. He smiled back then turned and walked away. Wilda sat there for ten minutes wondering what the fuck had happened. She dressed found her camera undamaged and returned home.

Wilda went to her darkroom in the basement so she could develop the film how else could she prove what she had seen and that he was not a dream. A dream that had cum profusely in her mouth, down over her tits and belly with enough left over to drop on the ground. God how she would have loved to have a picture of that? Then Wilda became heart broken. The camera had popped open slightly when she dropped it making the film worthless… No pictures from this roll of film. She thought she would go back every day until she saw him again. She wanted to see him again in his entire god like nakedness. Being now in a somber mood Wilda climbed the stairs listlessly.

Going to her bedroom she showered and lay naked upon the bed. Wilda let her mind drift back to when she first saw him So tall, so handsome, so muscular and that wonderful long cock hanging down like a large polish sausage. Wilda is polish, blonde, large breasts and a wide bright mouth made for smiling and giving great blow jobs. Wilda did enjoy the feel of a man’s hard cock in her mouth. She had since the first time she had taken a cock into her mouth. As these thought filled her head Wilda felt a tingle between her legs. She had become so aroused while sucking this stranger off. Now here she was thinking of not only the first time she had sucked a cock but all the times she had enjoyed a cock in her mouth.

Wilda was feeling the need and when she felt like this there was no relief until she got relief. So she reached into the night table drawer and pull out her friend. Mr. Blue, he was seven inches long made of a soft but firm plastic he was battery operated and always ready to help her out in her moment of need. Wilda applied a generous amount of K-Y jelly to him and turned the little knob at the non-working end. Wilda closed her eyes and just laid the soft vibrating Mr. Blue on the tip of her clitoris. He was so kind, so gentle vibrating against her swollen clitoris for it always swells when she has suck a wonderful cock and this one was surely a wonderful one, a splendid one, a marvelous one and one she wanted to suck again. Mr. Blue slipped down till his soft head was at the parting of the glory hole. He moved easily and slowly till his head had entered Wilda quivering cunt. Wilda did enjoy a nice slow fuck and that is what Mr. Blue was going to do for her this day. After he was fully encased in her throbbing cunt Wilda had her climax. Wilda let Mr. Blue stay where he was for a long time. She had turned off the vibrator and just let Mr. Blue rest there in her as if her lover had fallen asleep with his cock still firmly planted in her.

It was still early afternoon as Wilda drove the short distance to town. She entered the village paper and said “Hi “to her friend and editor of the weekly paper. Shamelessly Wilda told of seeing this god like creature, but not that she had sucked his wonderful cock till he filled her mouth the sweetest fluid she had ever tasted. But her friend, after laughing a bit told Wilda she had no idea who it could have been. He surely was not from this little town for she knew everyone in town even their dogs and cats. For that matter. No he had to be either visiting or passing through. Sadden at heart Wilda left the paper and went to the drug store where she sat alone drinking a cup of coffee. That was when Dennis came in. He was the local sheriff. He and Wilda were friends and some times even more.

It was not a regular thing but from time to time one or the other would call and they would get together for a night of fun and games. There was almanbahis something between her self and Dennis but it just never quite come to the surface or fully out in the open for both to see. She felt good in his arms and he was a good lover. While she did think he felt the same about her he never pursed the issue to make it a steady thing. In fact just seeing Dennis walk across the store to sit next to her gave Wilda a little shiver between her legs. Even after the time with Mr. Blue she found Dennis a sexy and haunting man. Dressed in his starched uniform and the gun belt around his narrow hips. The slight bulge in his trousers had nothing to do with how Wilda felt about this some time lover. Oh, hell no it was not that wonderful hard cock she had been fucked with or the fact that she loved to suck him off that had anything to do with how she as feeling at this moment.

With some self restraint Wilda asked Dennis to be seated. She repeated the story of seeing the stranger, but she did not mention that he had been naked or that he had the longest cock she had ever seen or she had sucked him off. Dennis said He had no idea who it might have been. However he did say that a group of kids from an orphanage had visited the lake area above Wilda’s place for a few days but he thought they had headed back to the city down river. Wilda did not believe the man she saw was a kid.

In this state orphans that reach their sixteenth birth day have to be placed in foster homes till they can get out on their own. But he very well may have been a member of the orphanage staff. That must have been it he was surely a member of the orphanage staff. Maybe even a doctor, or a councilor or a teacher. Yes she was sure that was what it wad and she thought she would make it her business to fine out more. Dennis leaned closer and asked it he could come by her place later after dinner. Wilda smiled and told him she would like that, the said, It had been too long. He smiled stood and left the drug store.

Wilda sat holding her phone slightly perplexed as she had called both state orphanages in the area and was told by both neither had been out to the lake area this summer. Wilda felt flustered and confused a long with the deep feeling of being horny. Wilda did not care for the “H” word but there it was looking her in the face. She looked at the clock Dennis would be here shortly and maybe after he was making love to her she would feel better. She liked Dennis and she felt so comfortable with him. Was she in love or just using him for her needy times? He sure could make her feel satisfied and oh so well fucked. He did not have the longest cock, or the fattest cock she had ever had. But there was still that special something that she felt for him before, during and after they made love. Maybe that was it Dennis made love to her and it was not just plan old happy days fucking. Yes Dennis made love to her each and every time. Wilda smiled and thought “Dennis does love me he just did not know it yet. Maybe there is a chance for us yet. If I can just get him to think of it for himself.”

Wilda showered again, slipped into something comfortable smiling as she snuggled up a thin see through lacy bra around her 40-ds. Dennis did love her breasts. He was so funny sometimes. He would call them breasts till he was fully aroused and that did not see to take long. Then he would call them tits and when he was over her fully engaged and ready to fill her up he would call them “Fucking tits” Seeing how she turned Dennis on filled Wilda with a joy of inner happiness that came from knowing she could make this handsome man feel so excited over her. Wilda had through the inner net ordered a pair of panties, red in color with out a crotch in them Dennis loved to have oral sex with her. He always said, “ This is what I like to do for myself so if you don’t like it you’ll just have to put up with it because I am gong to lick your pussy whether you like it or not.”

But of course he knew she loved him to lick her pussy for she never failed to reach a climax that way. Dennis had a very deft tongue and he used it on her in a way that made her feel so special. Yet every time Dennis would kiss down her belly on his way to her sex spot she wanted so much to feel his cock in her mouth at the same almanbahis adres time. However she knew from experience that she was not good at doing two things at the same time. Oh, they had done a sixty-nine before but she would get close and she would forget about what she was doing and just lay there enjoying his efforts on her behalf. So as much as Wilda wanted to feel his strong cock in her mouth she would lay there and enjoy him till she climaxed. Then it would be her turn to give him the expert cocksucking she was fully proficient at.

She smiled as she slipped on a sheer dressing gown that did not hide her figure or the silly red under garments. Wilda remember how he would get so excited while she preformed for his enjoyment. His cock would grow in her mouth and this always turned her on. But again it was his words that would change from one virtue to another. Oral sex would become cocksucking. She would become his cocksucker, even some times she he would call her his “Fucking cocksucker” when this happened Wilda knew she had him to a point of no return and he was fully excited and ready to climax for her. Yes Wilda was ready for a full night of sex with her lover and hopefully more some day soon.

Wilda got to thinking about how long it had been since they had been together. It had been nearly two weeks that is longer than it ever was since they became lover. But he had gone off for a few days searching for a thief up in the hills. Then there was that lost child and the horse that was stolen. Yes she thought “It had been a busy two weeks for Dennis and it was going to be her job to make him forget all about it. It was going to be her job to make him think only of her and her many charms.

He would be here shortly she thought as she stood before the full length mirror admiring how she looked. Yes she thought this will do. Her hair was curled, yet pulled back the way he likes it. He could see her body that he keeps telling her he loves. But yet it was covered with just enough to make it mysterious. She would give him the loving he needed and her self as well. Then she remembered a few sexual things that they had talked about. Little things that if done at the right time would be sexy and erotic for both of them. He had told her once he wanted to cum on her tits.

Of course that would work best if she were kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. Like today when she sucked that wonderful stranger off and his abundance of cum had dribbled out of her mouth dripping on her tits. She would let him do that but she would not wash her tits off then if he sucked her tits later he could taste his own cum. He had wanted her to suck his cock clean after he had fucked her to a climax so she could taste her own climax so Wilda thought fair is fair. Besides he often would place his fingers to her lips after he had them in her cunt. He liked to lick his fingers after he had fingered her pussy. He also had told her he liked to kiss her after she had been sucking his cock. But he had never kissed her after he had cum in her mouth till after she had brushed her teeth, maybe tonight would be different.

Wilda was thinking of all the wonderful ways they had of enjoying one another how many ways they had to make there love exciting. Wilda turned to look at her self from the rear just to make sure everything was OK from that angle. The out line of her hips was shaded but still very visible for Dennis to enjoy. At that moment Wilda remember something Dennis had said one night as he gave her a baby oil back rub. He was working down her back and when his hands came to her fine plump rear he allowed his finger to slip between the cheek of her ”Fine Ass” as he calls it. With an oily finger tip he probed gently into her tiny ass hole. That was when he told her he would like to fuck her in the ass one time to see how she liked it. Maybe she would let him full fill his dream this evening.

But sometimes the best made plans of mice and men off times go astray. Dennis had arrived, they kissed he had become aroused of that she was sure. He told her how beautiful she looked and how much he loved her. They had one drink and moved up stairs to Wilda’s bedroom she had gone into the bathroom for only a minute but when she came out Dennis was asleep on the bed dead to the world. Wilda said there will be another day and laid down beside him.

For those of you that have made it to the end of this story Casper would like you to know Wilda will meet her god like stranger again and also Dennis will get everything he ever wanted from Wilda.

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This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved.

All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Everything that happens in this story is consensual sex between a husband and wife. Yes there are a few kinks but you will have to read it to find out what they are. Thanks, Dean

I was sitting in my little hideaway or man cave working on a story for Literotica when my wife walked through the door and said, “We need to talk.”

Now usually when she says something like that I know that I am in trouble for something I have either done, not done, or wish I would have done. In this case it was definitely something that I had done many times. The problem was that she knew about my writing and I had never planned on telling her. This was my little way to escape from the realities of life and a way to wind down.

I don’t exactly know when she did it but somehow she had a copy of a story that I wrote for Literotica. Now this is when things started to get interesting. She showed me the copy of the story Dean and Marie Ch. 5 and I knew that I had never printed a copy of anything that I had written. It all stays on this computer and I use this computer for nothing but writing. The only way she could have gotten a copy of that was to download it to a jump drive and then print it somewhere else. I do not have a printer hooked up to this computer for a reason and that being; there was no way to print from here. I do not even have any printer drivers installed on the computer.

She looked at me and said, “Can you read this and tell me about it?”

I looked at the heading on it and saw what it was and said, “Sure, do you need me to do it right this minute?” As I laid the copy on the corner of my desk acting like I wasn’t interested in it.

“I think you need to take some time and read this, if you don’t mind.”

The tone in her voice was one of frustration and I could tell she was pissed at me but she didn’t want to come right out and blame me…yet.

Just to make it look good I picked it up and took my time reading it as if I had never seen it before. When I finished I looked at her and said, “I see you have finally quit reading those romance novels and moved onto something that has a bit of spice to it, congratulations.”

Needless to say that remark did piss her off which was what I was attempting to do in the first place. She looked at me and then sat down in the only chair that is in my cave. “I think we need to talk about this Dean don’t you?”

“I think that is a great idea and I am glad that you are reading something that is more of an adult nature…that’s great.” My comment did not exactly go over with a bang.

“I will have you know that the romance novels I read are just as spicy as what you write but they do not have to describe every little detail to the reader. It gives the readers a chance to imagine what someone looks like, which is more erotic to me than what is printed on those papers.”

“Well I am glad you have shared your viewpoint with me but I do not understand why you are telling me this.” I was actually trying to set her up so that she had to tell me that she was the one who had made the copy.

“Are you telling me that you did not write that awful piece of pornography?” She asked looking straight into my eyes.

“Well for one I don’t think this qualifies as pornography and why would you think that I wrote it?” I had her at this point and she was trying to think of a way to say that she found it.

“I found it in the house on our printer so you must have accidentally printed to that printer.”

“You found it on the printer in the house?” I inquired knowing that the trap was now set.

“Yes I did a couple of days ago. I was just trying to decide how I wanted to confront you with it.”

“Come over here sweetheart I want to show you something.” She got up from her chair and I opened the printer driver folder on my computer and showed her what was in it.

“What am I looking at exactly?” She asked not knowing what she was actually looking at.

“This is the printer driver folder that shows what printers my computer is able to print to.”

“Yeah so what there isn’t anything in it so what is the big deal?”

“The big deal is that it is impossible for my computer to send anything to any printer in this house because there are no drivers loaded for a printer. In other words the only way a document could be taken from my computer is if someone were to use a jump drive or portable drive to remove them. I can upload them if I choose to but not to the printer in the house because this computer does not see the printer in the house.”

My wife just looked at me for a minute or so and then said, “Fine… I was in here looking for something after you left and when I bumped the desk your computer came on and you had forgotten to log out. I just kind of snooped around I guess…and maybe I shouldn’t have but I should not have almanbahis adres found that crap on your computer.”

“Really, how nice of you to know you are my judge, jury, and executioner.” I said with a bit of anger in my voice.

My wife really did not know what to say at that point but I did remind her that what she reads in her romance novels is not much different than what I write other than it is more explicit and some people like more explicit. “But you talk about sex like it is…dirty or something.”

“I don’t remember ever writing anything that says sex is dirty because it is not; the only thing I do is describe what is happening between consenting adults and how they feel and act within the bounds of sex.”

“You talk about things that most people would not talk about.”

“Really…why don’t you tell me what I wrote about that people don’t talk about?”

“You talked about…how they…you know…why do I have to explain it?”

“Because that is exactly why some people do like to read what I and many other people write about. What happens in my stories and others is fantasy for the most part, although some of it is real.”

“Yes but…I can’t believe that people want to be spanked and…have someone stick their finger in someone’s… I can’t even say it.”

“I am well aware of the fact that you can’t say it and I believe that is problem. You want us all to fit nicely into one box and we don’t. We are not all afraid of sex or to even talk about sex the way you are. Maybe you should have me do some of the things I write about to you and then you might just change your mind about the rest of us that don’t fit so nicely inside that box you have created.”

“What are you saying?”

“Well if I was going to write a story about what you did I can say that you would be given a spanking and I might find other ways to punish you for being a snoop and lying about it.”

“Yeah right like that is ever going to happen.”

“Exactly what my point is sweetheart.”

“Are you saying that I am a prude or something?”

“That is not what I was saying. I think you are acting like a spoiled little girl who is upset that her husband found something to do to occupy his time while his wife is reading books that would make a grown up yawn and she should have her naughty little ass spanked for it.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“Oh I believe I should have said them too you a long time ago.”

“Fine if you think that I am that big of prude and I offended you because I snooped on your computer then do what you think I deserve.”

“I don’t think you want me to do that sweetheart. We have never been able to get past some of your inhibitions since we have been married and this is not going to help the problem.”

“I think it will. I want you to do what you have done to that girl in the story. Punish me like you would punish her if she had done what I did.”

“Sweetheart did you read the entire story?”

“Yes I did and I thought parts of it were disgusting but do what you think I deserve.”

“You do realize that I did things to her that you do not like, correct?”

“Yes I know you played with her butt and I don’t like that. We have only done that a couple times since we have been married because I think it is gross but this one time I am going to prove my point after you punish me.”

“Have it your way then.”

I took my laptop off my desk and the few other items that were on it as well and then turned to my wife and told her to strip. “Take everything you have on and place it on the chair.” My wife started to take off her clothes as I walked out of the room and came back with a couple of scarves.

“What are those for?”

“You will find out very shortly.”

Once my wife had taken off her clothes I told her to lay bent over the length of the desk. I told her I wanted her legs spread wide and her hands reaching to the far side of the desk. She bent over and reached the edge of the desk and grabbed it. I walked around to her and took each wrist and tied the scarf to her wrist and then down to the leg of the desk. I did the exact same thing with the other wrist and then walked back behind her. “Do you think that tying me up is really necessary?”

“Oh it is definitely necessary?” I said with a laugh.

“I don’t find any of this remotely funny you know.” She said with a bit of haughtiness in her voice.

“I did not find you lying to me and going through my computer funny either and remember you asked me to do this…as a matter of fact you told me to do it.”

I reached down and took my wife’s right ankle and secured it to the leg of the desk and then secured the left one in the same manner. After I had completed that I stood back just to look at her. Here was my 41 year old wife tied to a desk so that she could be punished at her own request. I started to rub my hands around on her ass and I pulled both cheeks apart slightly so that I could see her asshole. I had been lucky enough on a couple of occasions to breach it with my cock about almanbahis giriş an inch before she said it was too dirty to continue and she pulled away. Today she would not be pulling away, but first she was going to get the spanking that she asked for.

“Okay sweetheart now that you are in such a precarious position tell me how many times you think you deserve to be spanked for invading my privacy and lying to me?”

“I am not going to tell you how many times to hit me…you are being stupid.” At the end of the word stupid it sounded like a gunshot went off as my hand landed squarely across her right cheek.

“Oh My GOD…that Fucking hurt you Bastard.”

“Really, such language, from someone who does not like to see it in print.”

“You don’t have to hit me that hard.”

“I hadn’t planned on it until you refused to answer the question. I can continue to do it that way until you answer me you know.”

“Okay…Okay…Give me 40 but not as hard as the last one.” She said hoping that I would not deliver a shot that could be heard around the world.

I stood to her side and just rubbed her ass for a minute or so and then I said, “I want you to count each and every one of these and tell me thank you after it.”

“Are you kidding me I am not going to…” SMACK

I do believe I got her attention when the slap to her ass was delivered because all I heard was “One thank you.”

I then began to apply slaps all over her ass with her counting “Two thank you. Three thank you, four thank you, etc.” until I got to twenty thank you. Once I got to twenty I gave her a break. I started to rub her ass in small circles gradually covering her entire ass. After a while I decided to reach down between her cheeks to explore her pussy and found that she was soaking wet. I was elated because I have my beautiful wife tied to a desk with her ass presented to me and she would say that spanking does not affect her and she is soaking wet.

“You seem to be enjoying this sweetheart.”

“I am not enjoying the fact that you are beating me.”

“I am not beating you I am spanking you and your body has responded to it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Judging from the fact that your pussy is soaking wet I would say that you are enjoying it.”

“Just finish spanking me so we can get this over with. It is not having that much of an effect on me.”

“Well since you insist that it is not affecting you I believe that I should up the ante a bit and give you a bit sharper smacks on your cute ass then.”

“No, no, no, no… okay it is having an effect on me I just did not want to tell you that it was.”

“Well that is good to know. So when I write that I am spanking a woman’s ass that should not offend you is that what you are saying.”

“That’s not what I said but for the sake of argument I will agree with you okay.”

“Good then let’s continue.”

Smack, “Twenty one thank you,” Smack, “Twenty two thank you,” Smack. “Twenty three thank you,” etc. until I had given her all 40 blows to her ass. Her ass had gone from white to a nice red color that was evenly spread throughout. “Thank God that is over.” She said.

“Well the spanking is over for now anyway but there still seems to be a couple of things to be dealt with before I can say that you understand why I write the way I do and why people enjoy that writing.”

“What else are you going to do to me?”

I reached down between her cheeks and cupped her pussy to see that she was wetter than before. I slid a couple of fingers through her slit and allowed them to play with her clit for the time being while my other hand drew moisture from her pussy and up to her asshole. When I touched her there I could hear a faint, “Oh please don’t do that to me. You know how dirty I think that is. We have done it before and I hated it.”

“I know you think that anal play and anal sex is dirty sweetheart and that is exactly why we are going to go there. I believe that you want me to go there because you can say you could not do anything about it. Your mother raised you to be prim and proper but she forgot to tell you that it’s okay to be a hussy in bed with your husband. Sex is not just for making babies.”

I heard her gasp at my words because they were dead on and she knew it. Her mother had told her to do her womanly duties but she forgot to tell her that sex is a beautiful thing not a dirty thing and that if two people want to enjoy it no one has the right to judge them. Not even her mother.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and away from her ass and walked up in front of her. I unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. I took off my shorts and grabbed my cock in my right hand and then took a step forward leaning over the desk I put my cock at the edge of her lips and said, “Open.”

In all the time we have been married she has never taken my cock all the way into her mouth. She would only barely put the head of it into her mouth. It was time for her to become the wanton hussy I believe she wanted her to be, and the one almanbahis giriş that deep down she wanted to be for me, but was afraid to show it. Damn her mother anyway.

I slipped my cock into her mouth and she looked up at me and moaned as it went in. She took it willingly and her tongue lapped around the head as it entered. She sucked on it like she had never been allowed to touch a cock before. I believe that the idea of being tied and told to do it appealed to her in the sense that if momma told her not to she wouldn’t do it but if she was tied and told to do she was released from the guilt that her mother had placed her under.

She continued to suck my cock vigorously until I slowly pulled it from her mouth. I was close to coming and I did not want that to happen with what I knew awaited me. She had allowed me to play with her ass a couple of times and just put the head of my cock in her ass twice and today was going to be the day that she allowed me to take her ass. I knew that I would remember this day for a long time and I was hoping that she would show me that she wanted it as well but could not show me that until now.

After I pulled my cock from her mouth I stroked her head and rubbed back down the center of her back leaning over to reach between the cheeks of her ass. I then stood up and walked behind her. I reached down again to cup her pussy and she was soaked. I again drew the moisture from her and placed it over her asshole. I had a tube of KY lying in a drawer next to her so I opened the drawer with my right hand a grabbed it. I flipped the top up on the cap and squirted some into my hand and then began to slowly rub it into her awaiting asshole. “I can’t do this…I can’t do this…” she repeated.

“You can do this and you will do this sweetheart. I believe that you want this as much as I do.”

“But mom said that I would…” as she turned her head to face away from me.”

“Right now we don’t care what mom said. She told you many things and you believed her. Now you have found that what she told you was in her best interest and not what was best for you or us. It is time to do what is best for us. If you do not enjoy this I will never do it to you again and that is a promise.”

As I finished what I said I slipped a finger into her ass and watched as she tried to raise her ass up to receive it. My finger slid into her without any trouble at all. It was as if she had prepared herself for this and I knew that was not the case. I worked my finger in and out of her ass until she started to moan and then I asked, “Do you want me to add another finger?”

All I heard through her mumbling was, “Please.”

I added another finger to her ass and continued to stroke them in and out. I reached with my free hand and started circling her clit. She started to move her hips against my fingers in her ass and then ones on her clit. It was not long after this that she started to come and she came hard. Her body shook as she groaned in delight. I kept pumping my fingers into her as she looked at me with her face turning red.

“There is nothing in this world to be embarrassed about sweetheart, nothing at all. If what we did gave you that much pleasure I am thrilled to be the one to give it to you.”

She lay there for a time as I continued to stroke into her ass and rub her back when she whispered something that I could not hear. I got closer to her and she whispered it again.

“My mom would never say this and she would be terrified to know if I did but will you please fuck my ass.”

“Did I hear you right?”

“Yes you did, I did not say make love to it I said, fuck it please. I want to know what it feels like even if my mother said I would hate it, I need to know.”

I stood back for a bit and then stroked my cock while I applied KY to it before starting to slip it into her ass. Once the head was in I waited for her to get accustomed to it and then began to press it farther into her. She moaned, “Oh yes,” as it slipped in and then I heard, “Oh my God yes,” as I began to stroke in and out of her. “That feels so fucking good,”

Was that my wife that said that she never swears? I think this woman has wanted to admit that she was a sexual dynamo for all these years and she was afraid to do so because of her mother. It only took her finding a story I wrote to bring her out of her shell. Why didn’t I start writing years ago? “Grab my hips and fuck me don’t just stand there.”

Really, I thought to myself if that is what she wants well by all means I am going to give her exactly what she asked for. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass with strong even strokes. Each stroke was meant with an, “Oh God,” or “Oh yes.”

It wasn’t long and I knew that I could not hold back any longer. I was going to come and I knew when I did it would be the first time that my wife had felt me come in her ass. It took about 20 seconds and I came and came and came. I don’t know if it was the fact that we were sharing something new with each other, the fact that she was so into having her ass fucked, or the fact that she knew her mother would not approve but her ass literally pulled the come from my cock. People can think whatever they want but what we had just shared was absolutely orgasmic and we both knew it. From the other end of the table I heard, “Can we do that again?”

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