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My name’s Henry Podes, and I’m a 43-year old Inspector Grade III with Her Majesty’s Inspectorate of Taxes. Since a few weeks ago I’ve also been committing criminal fraud. Let me tell you about it.

Part of my job is to interview tax defaulters and attempt to get them to arrange to clear their debt. I quite often make unnotified calls on people at their homes; often, if you catch someone off-guard, they haven’t had time to make up lies and evasions. One such call was to a rather swanky looking four-storey apartment block in the south of the city. When my press of the door entry buzzer was answered, I asked, “Am I speaking to Ms June Alexander? My name’s Mr Podes, and I’m here about your tax bill.”

The female voice, which replied was deep, cultured and, I felt, dripping with sexuality. “Oh, you’re a bit early darling, but…I’m certainly ready for you. Come on up.” I cursed under my breath as I climbed the flight of stairs to her apartment. She was expecting me – it appeared someone at the office had mistakenly notified her of my visit.

I was slightly stunned when Ms Alexander opened the door. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, but very good for it. She was everything that my dear wife Isobel isn’t – both her voice and her looks reminded me of an actress who was on television a lot some years ago, Rula Lenska. She had big flame red hair, big blue eyes, a wide white smile and sensual ruby lips. She was slim with big bosoms and long, shapely legs. It wasn’t difficult to see these features, as she was wearing a silky bed jacket which barely reached her thighs. I could clearly see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin material. In her high-heeled shoes she towered over my five-feet-nine.

She placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into the apartment, enveloping me in a miasma of flowery perfume. Leaning her mouth very close to my ear, she husked, “You’re older than I expected but that’s fine, I like experience. I wondered who you’d be. Now darling, I’m June, what shall I call you?” Normally I prefer formality, but since she had taken that approach it seemed only polite to tell her she could call me Henry.

Tax inspectors aren’t usually greeted so warmly, but I thought little of it, assuming she was just a bit eccentric. With a hand in the small of my back she guided me into a stylish lounge with floor to ceiling windows, and I perched on the edge of a plush sofa. I assumed I must have got her out of bed, even though it was mid-morning, and, clearing my throat delicately, I asked if she wanted to go and change into something more comfortable. To my surprise she flopped onto the sofa right beside me, her bare knee brushing against my trousered one, and said, “But I am comfortable darling.” I watched in shock as she reached out and loosened my tie. “I think we should both get comfortable.”

I was suddenly anything but comfortable. I felt hot and awkward, and blood was pumping into my groin area. Trying to maintain my professional detachment, I stammered, “Well, er, June, I really think we should get down to business.”

She giggled girlishly, removed my spectacles, and replied, “My thoughts exactly.” And with that, she fell on me. The suddenness of it took me completely by surprise, and I gasped in shock. My God, but that woman could kiss! She slapped her lips onto my open mouth and her tongue thrust past my teeth. As she pressed her body to mine I began to respond (well, even tax inspectors only human!), and as I slipped my tongue into her mouth it felt as if it had been seized by Halkalı travesti an industrial suction pump.

She was a fast worker too. She was stretched out on top of me, one thigh rubbing firmly against my rapidly growing erection. Within moments she had my jacket halfway off, pinning my arms, and had removed my tie. With one hand she tore open my shirt and her long blood red nails raked my chest and tweaked my nipples. I had no idea where her sudden lust had come from – I’ve never considered myself what might be termed a ‘babe magnet’ – but it was as irresistible as a bulldozer, and I struggled out of my shirt and jacket, leaving me naked to the waist.

June chuckled into my mouth, grasped one of my hands and placed it firmly on one of her big boobies, inside her bed jacket. Obediently I began to squeeze her firm flesh. She finally broke the kiss, taking a deep, gasping breath, then cried, “Suck it darling, I love my nips sucked.” She placed her hand on the top of my head and pushed me firmly into position.

I have been married to the same woman for 18 years, and for a fleeting second a scintilla of guilt formed in my mind. But June was more or less forcing me to ravish her; she seemed quite desperate, and I decided I would rather simply enjoy the experience than risk annoying her — hell hath no fury and all that. Her cherry red nipple was huge, and I rolled it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, the palm of my hand supporting the weight of her breast. She hissed and pressed one hand to the back of my head. The other hand found the belt buckle of my trousers and began to undo it.

She roughly yanked down my trouser and Y-fronts, then I shuddered as her fingernails scratched up the length of my erect cock. Detaching my mouth from her tittie, she squirmed down the sofa and pulled my trousers right down to my ankles. I jumped as those sharp fingernails scratched my scrotum, then I moaned involuntarily as her warm, willing mouth closed over my knob. Mrs Podes had certainly never done that for me! Her tongue was flicking the end of my prick, sending shivers right through my body, as her lips massaged up and down my length, her fingernails still scratching my balls, a surprisingly erotic sensation.

June gradually edged her body around, twisting her mouth on my prick, then grabbed my hand and thrust it between her legs. Her pubic area was completely shaven, and all four of my fingers slipped straight into her pussy. She moaned with delight and I worked my thumb in as well, until I was effectively rogering her with my entire hand. She squealed in delight and squirmed on my fist, then I felt her pussy clamp tight around me and her hips bucked up and down as she came. Within moments I felt my loins boiling, and I joined her in orgasm, releasing my sperm into her mouth. She smiled up at me, a small trail of white fluid trickling down her chin, and smacked her lips and swallowed, as if she was enjoying a fine wine.

I was feeling quite light-headed — stars were popping in my head. June murmured, “Oh God Henry, that was wonderful. Now it’s time for you to eat.” I thought for a moment that she meant she was going to cook me something, but with a chuckle she sat astride my chest and began to shuffle forwards, towards my face. In moments her warm thighs were either side of my cheeks, and her pussy had enveloped my mouth!

I had never even imagined doing such a thing with my wife, but as June bore down on me, wiggling her hole against my mouth, it was clear what she expected Levent travesti of me. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, and as it made contact with her slit she squeaked and bucked on me. I did a couple more times, and she giggled, and pressed down harder still on me. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulled her down onto me, and pushed my face as deep as it would go into her pussy.

I licked my tongue up and down the inside of June’s pussy, enjoying the arms soft sensation, and the sweet taste I was experiencing. I could hear her moaning and sighing, and I experimentally detached a hand from her thigh and inserted two fingers alongside my tongue. She positively squealed, and jumped a few inches into the air, coming back down on my face with a thump. As I licked and fingered her, my nose kept knocking against a small white button at the top of her pussy. I didn’t have much idea what that was all about, but each time I touched it she went wild, so I moved my other hand under her and started flicking my thumb across it. Her thighs clamped like a vice to my face and she ground her pussy down onto me, wailing as moisture flooded into her. I licked and stroked her as hard as I could, she kept squirming on me and the liquid kept coming.

Finally, she literally fell sideways onto a sheepskin rug on the floor, and gasped, “Enough! I can’t take anymore.” I was alarmed that she might have been hurt in her fall — that wouldn’t sit well with my employers — but she smiled coyly up at me, and husked, “Henry, come here.” Before I could respond she placed a hand around my naked calf, and yanked me down to join her. Then she lay on top of me and thrust her tongue into my mouth again, licking the taste of her own pussy from me.

For a lady of ‘a certain age’, June certainly didn’t lack energy. She slid down my body, and wrapped her magnificent boobs around my cock, giggling as she massaged it with them. She pressed her mouth to my chest, licking, kissing, even nibbling me. I had never felt so sexually charged in all my life and, unable to help myself, I wrapped my fingers in her hair, tugging gently at it.

I was sure June was going to breast-rub me all the way to another release when she crawled back up so that we were face-to-face. She rubbed her hairless pubis against my straining prick and murmured, “Do you want to put your big, stiff soldier inside my little pussy willow now?” She giggled and dropped onto all fours beside me, her freckled buttocks pointing at the ceiling, her pink pussy lips peeping out between them.

Adding yet another sexual first to my amazing morning, I positioned myself behind June, my hands resting on her buttocks, and placed the tip of my cock at the very edge of her vagina. She giggled again and pushed back at me, drawing me into her. It was the most amazing, er, fuck of my life. I thrust at June with all my strength, and she pushed back at me with every stroke, forcing me into her as deep as I could go, my balls swinging against her. She reached for one of my hands and drew it down to her pussy, placing a finger on that white button again. Obediently I began to flick it as I drove my tool in and out of her, and she started writhing against me, hissing, “Oh God Henry, that’s so good, oh yes my big strong taxman, fuck your little Junie through the sound barrier!”

Then she screamed — literally — and I felt her pussy tighten again. She collapsed onto her tummy, drawing me down with her, my cock still inside her as I continued to fuck her for some time before I came, Şirinevler travesti causing her to writhe and moan once again. I felt totally drained and slumped onto the rug beside her. She hugged me and kissed my nose, and whispered “Christ Henry, you really are good, well worth the money.”

I wasn’t sure what she’d meant by that last comment but, feeling slightly embarrassed by my most unprofessional behaviour, I quickly dressed while June went to her en suite bathroom. She emerged from her bedroom still quite naked, her face flushed, swaying her hips in a most arousing manner. She had a purse in her hand, and smiled as she said, “Now darling, what was it we agreed, one hundred pounds, wasn’t it?”

I checked my file and said, “No, it’s eight thousand pounds actually.”

Her jaw dropped and she stared at me. In a bewildered voice, she said, “Sorry? Henry, I know you’re good, but…”

I clarified my comment. “That’s the amount we estimate you owe in undeclared tax for the past two years. Eight thousand one hundred and twenty three pounds and fourteen pence actually. I have the full details here if you wish to see them.”

She slumped down on the sofa beside me and gave me a strange look. “Wait a minute. Do you mean…are you saying you really are a taxman?”

I was confused now. “Of course, who did you think…?”

“Oh my God! So you’re not ‘Loverman’ from the Hot Hunks website? Oh my God…” And with that she collapsed backwards on the sofa, crying with hysterical laughter, her legs kicking in the air, giving me another delightful view of the pussy which had so recently given me so much pleasure. I was totally perplexed at what was happening though.

Gradually June calmed down and, sitting up, wiping tears from her face, she placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry Henry, this has been a terrible case of mistaken identity. I’m expecting someone else this morning you see, and…” she started to snort with laughter again. Eventually, she said, “You know you really are very good at this, have you ever thought of doing it professionally?”

Then she seemed to calm down completely, as the information I’d given her about the payments she owed sunk in. It often seems to take people like that. Looking at me appealingly with those big blue eyes, she said quietly, “Eight thousand pounds you said? That’s an awful lot of money.” I shivered as her hand rested on the back of my neck, her fingers trailing through my hair. “Henry, isn’t there some way we can, well, sort of make this go away?”

Her fingers were sending electric pulses from my skull straight down to my cock. I thought quickly. After all, eight grand isn’t that much really, not in terms of the sums my office deals with in the course of the year. My heart thumping, I said, “Well, I suppose I could move a few figures around on the computer, rebalance a couple of accounts…”

June chuckled, “I’d be ever so very grateful Henry.” Her hand rested on my groin, a finger stroking the length of my cock. “For a very long time.” The hand unzipped my fly, and warm fingers slipped into my Y-fronts…

As I left June’s apartment block about fifteen minutes later, a rather offensive young man brushed past me, knocking my shoulder with his. He was about 30, with a tanned face I suppose some ladies would call handsome, and a rather muscular physique, like a bodybuilder. He was crammed into a business suit which he clearly wasn’t used to wearing, and which appeared at least one size too small for him. As he pressed June’s buzzer it occurred to me to wonder whether he intended to declare the earnings he was about to collect.

So that’s how I became a fraudster, and an adulterer. I’ve got to know June quite well in the weeks since then. And her friend Lucy. And Lucy’s daughter Karen. But that’s another story.

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Todd Tanya Perlman had made sure to gift me with that information. Apparently our resident I.T. geek Myron had a surprisingly considerable package, as well. But we needed to get down to the brass tacks of police business, so I said “But I’m more interested in any data that you’ve found.”

“Nothing yet.” Myron said. “I’ve expanded the two names to the seven you gave me, and just can’t make any strong connection anywhere. We did find one thing, though… a car was rented in Katherine Wilson’s name on the afternoon of the murder.” Mary handed me the sheet of paper with that information. “Do you think it means anything?”

“I’ll ask the questions, here.” I said. I didn’t mind Myron asking some questions, but I didn’t want him to get too nosy and thus be biased in his information searches. “I don’t want you to get biased in your information searches.” I told him.

“Roger that.” Myron said. “The in-law ladies were at the Ladies Auxiliary dinner at the time of Mr. Warner’s murder, and that’s a pretty good distance from River Valley Country Club. Furthermore, no rental cars entered or left the Country Club, according to their records. So we don’t see any connection there.”

“I called the auto shop near that rental place.” Mary said. “Karla Warner took her car in for service that afternoon, so it’s likely she rented the car. When I asked the desk person if she had come in alone, he said ‘yes’, then got suspicious as to who I was. So she rented it in her sister’s name, but I don’t know why.”

“Me neither. I’ll ask them about it.” I said. “Good work. Keep at it.” I got up to go, but had a sudden insight and whirled around to them.

“Oh–” I said, “I’m sure you’ve checked the phone records?”

“First thing.” Myron said. “No calls between your persons of interest, no calls to the same places at all.”

“I’m not surprised.” I said. “But I want you to check on something, to the extent you’re able. Can you identify if a phone is a ‘burner’ phone?”

“Uh yes,” Myron said, “but we might have to cross a few lines to do it.”

Burner phones were the name of phones that were pre-paid or under phony names. Drug dealers and organized crime figures often used them to conduct their illegal businesses. I recalled how the hit on Anthony Warner was made to look ‘professional’.

And Myron’s reference to crossing a few lines meant that he’d might have to hack into some computers to get the codes. The Federal Government’s NSA was known to be able to tell which phones were which, but they were reluctant to share their information unless a Federal government agency was involved in the investigation… and that wasn’t the case here.

“Do it.” I told Myron. “My responsibility. Check for burner phones being used at the nearest cell towers of the victims’ homes, the victims’ places of work, and also the people whose names I gave you. And if the Federales inquire about it, say that DynaCorp had contracts with the U.S. military, which is true, and we’re just checking for suspects along that angle.

“But can we use that excuse for both murders?” Mary asked as she typed, her fingers flying on the keyboard, an algorithm to search for the information already forming on the screen.

“Absolutely. Just don’t mention the other murder. Myron, fill Mary in on what’s going on. You’re right– this girl is good.” I said as I noted the elegance of her program even as she typed it at lightning speed. Mary smiled at the compliment and kept on typing.

“Great work, guys. Keep it up.” I said again, as I walked out.

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“Misssss Ross, we have work to do.” I hissed as I entered the MCD room. Cindy did not move out of her chair as she drank coffee and read the paper, her feet propped up on her desk. Teresa was using the computer to get some information on a drug perp, and only glanced up at me as she typed.

I called to the Uniformed Officers Cihangir travesti Desk and requested that Patrolwoman Diana Torres come to MCD. Torres was aware of Cindy’s orientation. She came in within a minute, and I spoke to her and Cindy:

“I would like you two to come with me to interview Karla Warner and Katherine Wilson. It’s about time we got the truth out of them, the whole truth.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Cindy said dramatically, matching my own voice and mood as she threw down her paper. “What’s the plan?”

As I told them, I noted that Diana’s eyes looked excited; she was happy to be part of my investigation. She did not know that if I had my way, she would soon be part of my MCD Detective team…

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“Thank you for taking the time to talk to us today.” I said. Diana Torres and I were in Katherine Wilson’s apartment, a small but adequate one-bedroom floor plan in the district just south of the downtown area, not far from DynaCorp’s headquarters. Anthony Warner’s administrative assistant, Gayle Roberts, also had an apartment in this gated complex.

“How can we help you?” Katherine Wilson asked. We sat in chairs we had pulled up and the ladies were seated on the sofa opposite us, their black dresses showing off their nice legs, both wearing high heel black pumps. Karla Warner said nothing; her eyes still looked daggers at me after the confrontation over her daughter the day before.

“First, I have to ask this question: now that Mr. Warner has passed away, what is going to happen to the company?” I asked.

“Anthony had 80% of the shares.” Katherine replied. “The other 20% belonged to the other board members, in varying amounts. I had about 5%. But upon Anthony’s death, his shares were split equally between Karla, myself, Karen and Seth, and I had to give up any other shares I owned.”

“So the entire family benefited equally, no one more than another.” I said.

“You make it sound like there’s something sinister in it.” Karla Warner said, her voice icy and accusing.

“By no means, but we have to ascertain who might have had a motive to kill your husband, Mrs. Warner.” I replied, unperturbed at her hostility. “In fact, the arrangement Mrs. Wilson has described is much less sinister than if either of you inherited the entire company alone.” They did not notice that I had raised my pen up at an odd angle as I spoke. It was a signal.

“By the way… oh, thank you Detective Ross.” I said as Cindy came into the room and handed me a folded piece of paper as if it were a note. She looked meaningfully at them, as I had instructed her to. Both women practically jumped out of their skins when they recognized her.

“Ah, I see both of you know Detective Ross.” I said enthusiastically. The women looked at her, then they looked at each other… and reacted, their eyes even more uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Miss Ross.” As Cindy left the room, Diana Torres took up a position several feet away, just watching. I bored in on the two women.

“Okay ladies,” I said. “It’s time we get to the truth: are the two of you having a sexual relationship… with each other?”

“Why, you–” Katherine Wilson started, pretending indignation, but was stopped by Karla Warner’s hand being placed over hers on her lap.

“It’s okay, Katherine.” Mrs. Warner said, and I knew that she was smart and cunning enough to know the game I was playing. “Yes, Lieutenant, we are lovers.”

“For how long?” I asked.

“Since the time we met, when Anthony introduced us right after he began dating me.” Karla Warner replied. “It was love at first sight for both of us, and we have been in a relationship ever since.”

“Good enough.” I said, trying to keep my voice soft. “Did your husband know of your relationship?”?

“If he did,” Karla said, “he never said a word to me. I tend to doubt that he knew; he’s the kind of man that would’ve confronted Fındıkzade travesti one or the other of us if he found out.”

“Did your husband know, Mrs. Wilson? Was your relationship with your sister-in-law the reason for your divorce?” I asked, trying to get Katherine to respond instead of acquiescing to the dominant Karla Warner.

“Yes, and no.” Katherine said. “My husband was a lying sack of shit, a real dirtbag. He was verbally abusive and an alcoholic. That’s why I turned to Karla; she was there for me…” Her hand clutched Karla’s and they briefly smiled at each other. “But to answer your question, he called me a dyke a couple of times, so I think he knew.”

“Did he ever physically abuse you?” I asked.

“Only once, at the end.” Katherine replied. “He slapped me. I ran out and went straight to Anthony and Karla. Anthony took a couple of his workers and went over there. I don’t know what happened, but David never came near me again. He ended up leaving town pretty soon after. Anthony got me this apartment the next day, and also called the lawyers to start the divorce proceedings.”

“You’re not the only one with a crowbar in this Town, Lieutenant.” Karla Warner said venomously.

“No doubt about that. Mrs. Wilson, do you think your ex-husband might’ve come back and killed your brother?” I asked, somewhat brutally.

“I… I don’t know.” Katherine said.

“Her ex-husband was a weak man.” Karla said. “I don’t think he had the balls to do something like that. And he’s been gone for years. Anthony kept a watch on him for a while when David moved to the City, to make sure he didn’t try to come back to Katherine, but he never did… and eventually we lost track of him.”

“Thank you, ladies.” I said. “I have just a couple more questions: Mrs. Wilson, we have a record of a car being rented by you on the afternoon of the murder. Why did you rent that car?”

“I can answer that.” Mrs. Warner said, stepping in very quickly. “My car is in the shop, and we rented that car in order to get around and go to the Ladies Auxiliary dinner for Mrs. York.”

“And you did not use Mrs. Wilson’s car?” I said.

“Her car was stolen three weeks ago.” Karla said. “The insurance company is being damned slow about things, so we haven’t gotten her a new one yet.”

“I see.” I said. I did not need to pursue the matter further, I had seen what I had expected to see: shock on Katherine Wilson’s face. She had not known that the rented car was in her name.

“Mrs. Wilson, during the course of our investigation, we have discovered that the reason for the board meeting your brother called was for the purpose of removing you from the Board of DynaCorp. Are you aware of that?”

“I am now.” Katherine Wilson said, near tears. “The lawyer… the in-house counsel… called me late yesterday afternoon and informed me that I’d been fired and removed from the Board.”

“Sommes?” I asked.

“Yes.” Karla Warner replied, her eyes flashing anger. “The bastard didn’t even offer condolences over Anthony’s death before telling Katherine that. He said Willoughby ordered him to make the call. Needless to say, however, that lawyer is now seeking employment elsewhere. I fired him within ten minutes of hearing what he’d done to Katherine. And I’ll deal with Willoughby next.”

“I don’t blame you a bit.” I said, my sentiment very genuine. “Lawyers are totally heartless bastards.” The women could not have known I was thinking of my father at that time, though he truly wasn’t a heartless man… just a naive and too-trusting man.

“I have just one more question: did either of you know a Robert or Michelle Schelle?” I watched their faces carefully.

“No.” said Katherine Wilson, quickly. She was telling the truth, as far as I could tell.

“No, I don’t, but I’ve heard the name… oh, wasn’t she killed in her hot tub around the same time my husband was murdered?” Karla Warner said. Her Fulya travesti eyes had turned inquiring and suspicious, and she definitely was suspicious of me… but there had been no initial reaction to the mention of their names.

“That is true.” I said. “I just wanted to make sure we don’t have someone with a reason to have killed both your husband and Mrs. Schelle, but it looks like the deaths are unrelated.”

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“So, ladies, tell me your impressions.” I said. We’d driven up to the front office building of the apartment complex and were sitting on benches outside.

“I didn’t see too much of it.” Cindy replied. “But they reacted when they saw me, and then looked at each other. I don’t think either of them knew the other had dated me, but realized it at that moment.”

“I agree.” I said. “That’ll be one conversation-starter between them. Diana?”?

“I tried to watch them as you asked me to.” the pretty Hispanic policewoman said. “But Mrs. Warner, she’s very good at keeping her feelings off of her face. Ms. Wilson, she was an open book, I’d say she looked… very confused the whole time.”

“Very good.” I said. “I agree with you. Did you notice their reactions when I mentioned the car being rented in Katherine’s name?”

“Oh yes.” Diana said. “Ms. Wilson had this ‘what the hell?’ look on her face.”

“Exactly.” I replied. “That’ll be another talking point between them… maybe.

“Think we need to look into Willoughby?” Cindy asked. “He ordered the legal beagle to treat Mrs. Wilson like that, and he was uncooperative with Hugh and Martin the night of the murder. He was at the scene, maybe there’s something there?”

“No, not for the murder… though I suspect we’ll be hearing Willoughby’s name again soon, but it will be from our friends in Vice or from the FBI.” I said. “Great job today, ladies. You can head on back. Keep looking into the Schelle case. I want to know everything about Robert Schelle, where he’s been the past four months, what he ate for dinner, who he associated with, everything he’s purchased with a credit card, and so on.”

“Wilco.” Cindy replied. “And you?”

“I have one other errand to do around here before I head back.” I said.

“Can I ask you a question, Lieutenant?” Diana said. Cindy tried hard to keep her eyes from rolling, not at Diana wanting to ask, but at my response of “Sure, you may ask…” as I sat back down.

“Weren’t both those women at the Ladies Club event?” Diana asked. “Don’t they have an alibi for Mr. Warner’s murder? And there appears to be no motive for Mrs. Warner at all. I know you hate alibis, but I don’t understand where this was all going…”

“Diana,” Cindy interjected before I could respond. “Welcome to Town I knew she’d anticipated my visit long before I placed the phone call a couple of hours beforehand.

“My sister took my daughter out shopping, so I’m here alone.” Gayle said, a clear signal and invitation for me to seduce her. And I intended to.

“I just have a couple of questions.” I said as we sat down on the sofa, very close to each other. Gayle crossed her legs in a way to let her dangling foot caress my lower leg. “Did any of the Warner’s know Robert or Michelle Schelle?”

“The name… sounds familiar,” Gayle said, “but I don’t know why. I don’t think Anthony knew them professionally, and I don’t remember their names on invitation lists when Anthony or Karla hosted parties.”

“The name is probably familiar to you because you heard it on TV.” I said. I was disappointed that there had been no link that Gayle could remember, but I intended to assuage my disappointment. My hand was now on her leg, gently massaging her slim thigh through the dress.

“I see.” said Gayle. “I hope your next questions are much more…personal.” Her eyes were boring into mine and her mouth was slightly open as her hand slid over my shoulder. Our mouths met and pressed together tightly in a hot kiss, our tongue instantly twining and battling.

“Yes…” I whispered, just breaking the kiss, our lips still practically touching. “Deep… probing.. questions…” Our mouths slammed back together as we hungrily made out, our hands feeling each other up, exploring.

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Roger was sitting on the big, soft couch in the living room wearing just his jeans and shoes, sipping champagne when Jessica came out of the bedroom a short while later. She was wearing a pair of skin tight dark blue high-waisted “short-shorts” in the style that was popular in the 1950’s and a white midriff top that tied at the bottom just beneath her big breasts and buttoned up the front. Of course, all of the buttons were open and her mammoth globes were being held in only by the knot at the bottom, but Roger was quite sure that’s just what Jessica had in mind. The top was, in typical Jessica style, at least two sizes too small which meant that it hugged every curve and swell of her big, heavy breasts. And of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples clearly visible beneath the white cotton fabric. She was barefoot, and Roger noticed for the first time that her toes were painted red. She smiled at him as she padded barefoot across the room, and by looking at her you never would have known that a mere 10 minutes earlier they were fucking their brains out in that very room.

“Nice outfit,” Roger said, smiling back at her.

“I’m glad you like it” Jessica replied, stopping at the coffee table and bending over to pick up the glass of champagne that Roger had already poured for her. She gave Roger a clear view of her spectacular cleavage as she did so, and of course she was doing it on purpose. Jessica was a natural tease, and Roger liked it. “I thought it was appropriate considering that we are, after all, at the beach.” She paused as she took a sip of champagne, looking over the rim of her glass with hooded eyes at Roger as she did so. Roger took another sip from his glass as well, watching Jessica as she walked over to the big sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. She slid the glass door open, letting in the night breeze and the sounds of the ocean. Jessica took a deep breath of the night ocean air and sighed, a smile crossing her lips.

“I just love the beach!” she said, looking out over the water. “It’s my favorite place in the whole world! No place else on earth makes me feel as relaxed and comfortable as the beach,” she said, turning around to face Roger. “Don’t you like the beach, Roger?” she asked, her hair blowing slightly in the breeze coming in from behind her.

“I love the beach,” he replied. “I feel the same way you do about it, only maybe not quite as passionately. Then again,” he continued, pausing to take another sip from his glass, “you seem to be quite passionate about anything that interests you.”

“Or anyone,” she replied, smiling coyly at him as she continued.

“And yes, my pet, I’m quite passionate about everything I do. Life is too short to take anything for granted, and if you’re going to get anything out of the short time you’re alive you’ve got to take advantage of it. Wouldn’t you agree?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Roger replied. “Of course, being rich helps!” he said, grinning at her. Much to his relief she grinned right back at him.

“Yes, being rich helps!” she agreed, her green eyes sparkling.

“And being drop-dead gorgeous and incredibly sexy helps, too,” he continued. She gave him a sexy smile as she replied.

“In some instances, yes it does,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know. I’ve never met a man with your – shall we say, ‘special talent’ – before, but I’m certainly glad I did!”

“So am I,” he replied, meaning it. They looked at each other in silence for a few more moments, neither of them saying a word but speaking volumes to each other. A knock at the door broke the spell.

“Room service!” a muffled voice called out from the other side of the door. Jessica looked past Roger at the door to the room, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a slightly evil smile as she had an idea. Roger knew immediately what it was, even before she spoke.

“Shall I answer the door, Roger, or would you like to do it?” she asked. Roger returned her slightly evil smile as he replied.

“You do it,” he said. “Give the poor guy a thrill, something to talk about with his buddies when he gets off work tonight.”

Jessica’s evil grin got bigger as she walked across the room, placing her champagne glass on the coffee table as she passed by. She pulled the sides of her open shirt further apart, baring as much of her mountainous breasts as she could, and Roger could see that her nipples were hard and poking out with excitement. He felt his own cock stir in his jeans as he got a look at her ass wiggling as she walked by. She passed out of his sight in the short hallway leading to the door, and Roger heard the door open a moment later.

“Room ser – holy shit!” he heard the waiter exclaim, and he chuckled to himself. He could just imagine the look on the young man’s face when the door opened and he got his first look at Jessica and her humungous boobs.

“Why, thank you, sir,” he heard Jessica coo at the waiter in her usual sultry voice.

“Will, uh, can I – is there, uh,” Roger heard the waiter stammer. He was obviously losing the fight to Bakırköy travesti maintain his self-control, and Roger knew just how he felt.

“This is fine, thank you,” Jessica said, laying it on thick for the waiter’s benefit. “If we need anything else I’ll be sure to call you!” she said, and a moment later Roger heard the door close. Jessica walked back into the room, pushing the room service cart and giggling to herself. She was literally glowing, her nipples two hard pebbles poking out against the cotton fabric of her top, and Roger was pretty sure she was wet between the legs as well. Her giggles turned into a soft laugh as she came into the room. She parked the cart next to the coffee table and then plopped down on the couch next to Roger, her huge mounds bouncing inside her top as she did so. She was still laughing at what she had just done.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” Roger asked, smiling over at her as she finally got her laughing under control.

“Oh, my, that was good!” she replied, stifling a giggle. “The look on his face was priceless!”

“I’m sure you made his night, Jessica,” Roger said, smiling at her with genuine amusement as he got up and walked over to the service cart. The aroma of the meal made him realize just how hungry he was, and he was ready to eat.

“I’m sure I did!” she said, stifling another giggle as she looked up at Roger. The right side of her face was covered with her long, auburn hair as usual, and Roger thought that she had never looked sexier – or prettier.

“Shall we eat?” he asked, motioning to the service cart.

“Yes, let’s,” Jessica said, sitting up on the edge of the couch. “And after that, let’s go for a walk on the beach! I love walking on the beach at night!” she said, the excitement in her voice plain.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Roger said.

A little more than an hour later Roger and Jessica were walking on the beach in the moonlight, Jessica’s long auburn hair blowing in the gentle night ocean breeze. They were both barefoot, having left their shoes in the room, and Roger had put on his polo shirt before they left. The beach had always been his favorite place in the whole world, especially at night, and he was glad he had found someone who shared his passion. He looked over at Jessica and saw the smile on her face as they walked along. She was obviously at peace, enjoying the moment as much as he was, and her smile grew a bit bigger when she looked over at him and saw him looking at her.

“Penny for your thoughts, my pet,” she said as they continued to walk in the soft sand.

“I was just thinking how peaceful and happy you look right now, walking along the beach like this,” he replied.

“I am, very much so,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “But I’m going to be even happier in a few minutes.”

“And why is that?” Roger asked, genuinely curious.

“See that lifeguard house just up ahead?” she asked, pointing down the beach to the small wooden building set on stilts about twenty yards or so ahead of them.

“Yes, I see it,” Roger replied.

“I’m going to be happier in a few minutes because when we get to that lifeguard house I’m going to take you inside and suck on that wonderfully large cock of yours, and I’m not going to stop until you cum in my mouth!” she said, giving Roger a seductive, slightly evil smile. Roger felt his cock stir in his jeans at the thought of what she had just said.

“You are, huh?” Roger said, playing with her.

“Yes, I most certainly am,” she replied, playing back. “Would you like that, my pet? Would you like me to suck the cum out of your cock?” she asked, her voice going low and sultry.

“Very much,” he replied, looking down at her. He felt the tube of his cock begin to swell as the anticipation of what was about to happen set in.

“Good!” she said, looking up at him as they continued to walk towards the lifeguard house, the desire in her eyes plain.

A few minutes later they were at the lifeguard house, and Roger stepped back and let Jessica go inside first. He couldn’t help but notice the rounded globes of her firm ass flexing as she climbed the short staircase leading to the door, and she must have known he was looking at her ass because she glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled. He followed her inside, closing the door behind them as Jessica walked across the small room to the shelf below the wide window facing out towards the ocean. She turned and leaned against the shelf, placing her hands on the edge and straightening her arms which effectively pushed her huge breasts together. Roger could see the hard nubs of her already-erect nipples pressing against the cotton top, and he could see the tops of her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.

‘Damn, she’s beautiful in the moonlight!’ Roger thought to himself. ‘Hell, she’s beautiful in any light!’

“Come here and kiss me, Roger,” she said in her usual low, seductive voice. “I want to feel your lips on mine before you feel my lips on your cock!”

She held her arms out to him, and Roger crossed the small room Beylikdüzü travesti to walk into them. He slid his arms around her young, firm body as she did the same, embracing him and pulling him close to her. He felt the firm mounds of her large, heavy breasts press against his chest as he lowered his mouth to hers; their lips touched, soft and gently at first, Roger marveling again at just how soft her lips were. Jessica pulled him closer to her as the kiss deepened, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she pressed her entire body up against him. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she pressed against him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth.

Jessica felt her desire welling up inside her with astonishing speed, and she moaned softly as she hooked a leg around one of Roger’s legs behind the knee to pull him closer to her. She had been with many men during her short life, but there was something about Roger that sparked a fire deep inside her, deeper and faster than any other man she’d ever known. Part of it was his big cock, to be sure, but there was something more than that. Something else, and Jessica was having a hard time putting her finger on just what it was about Roger that affected her the way it did.

But right now all she wanted was his cock in her mouth. She slid her hand down between them and grabbed the big, hard bulge of his cock from the outside of his pants, and she heard him moan as she gripped it firmly. Her hand firmly locked on the bulge in his pants, Jessica broke off the kiss and slid her tongue up the side of Roger’s neck to his ear. She ran her tongue around the outside of his ear twice, and then plunged it into his ear. She was pleased to feel Roger jump and hear him moan, and she felt a distinct jumping of his cock in her hand as well. She slid her limber, wet tongue in and out of his ear for several long, enjoyable minutes, and was pleased to hear Roger’s breathing begin to quicken.

Roger tightened his grip on Jessica as she slid her tongue in and out of his ear. His ears had always been a very sensitive erogenous zone, and only two or three women had ever discovered it. His cock was now rock-hard and throbbing beneath Jessica’s palm, and he felt it jump every time she slid her tongue into his ear. He slid his hands down her body and gripped the firm, rounded globes of her ass in both hands, pulling her off of the shelf and squeezing her ass hard in his hands.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna cum in my pants,” he gasped as he squeezed Jessica’s ass in his hands.

“We can’t have that, now can we, my pet?” she whispered breathlessly in his ear as she continued to grip his cock outside of his pants. “I want you to cum in my mouth, not in your pants,” she said, nipping on his earlobe for emphasis. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth briefly before placing both hands on his chest and pushing him away from her slightly. She looked into his eyes, and the moonlight shining on them from behind her showed the fire of desire and lust burning bright in his eyes. She was quite sure he saw the same thing in her eyes and only paused for a moment before slowly dropping to her knees in front of him.

Jessica looked at the large bulge of Roger’s hard cock pressing against his jeans, and she ran her palm over it before reaching up with both hands and unfastening his jeans. While she worked at the buttons on his fly Roger pulled off his polo shirt and dropped it on the shelf behind her. She had his jeans open in a matter of seconds; as usual, Roger wasn’t wearing any underwear, so as soon as she pulled open his jeans his cock sprang out, nearly hitting Jessica on the nose in the process.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, then she giggled as she wrapped a hand around the throbbing shaft of his fully erect cock. “I see you’re ready to go!” she said, looking up at him and smiling as she squeezed and tugged on his shaft.

“You bet I am!” he replied.

“Good! That’s just the way I want it!” she said, her smile broadening as she pumped his cock again.

Jessica turned her attention to the big, throbbing cock in front of her, and she was pleased to see a large drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. She squeezed Roger’s cock harder and pumped it again, making the drop get bigger. Just before it dripped from the tip of his cock Jessica’s tongue shot out and she licked it off; she loved the salty taste of his pre-cum. She slipped her full, soft lips over the head of his cock and sucked firmly, pumping her hand up and down his shaft at the same time to draw more of the clear fluid from him.

Roger moaned slightly as she sucked on the head of his cock, and he felt the pre-cum being sucked from his cock. He looked down and watched as Jessica sucked on him, her lips firmly wrapped around his cock, the head of his cock fully inside her wet, sucking mouth. She reached up and grasped his big, heavy balls in her other hand, rolling them around in her hand and squeezing them gently as she pulled yet more pre-cum from his shaft.

Jessica had Roger so excited that a steady stream of pre-cum was flowing out Bomonti travesti of his cock into her mouth, and she felt his cock jump in her hand and her mouth as she gripped his balls with her other hand. Her pussy was sopping wet by now, her own excitement at a fever pitch, but instead of needing his cock inside her pussy she needed it in her mouth and down her throat instead. She looked up at Roger, the head of his cock still in her mouth, her hands still on his shaft and balls, and was pleased to see him watching her intently.

‘Time to get serious!’ Jessica thought to herself as she turned her full attention towards Roger’s cock. She ran her soft, wet tongue along the underside of the head of his cock as it was still buried in her mouth, then ran it around the head several times before she started to slide her mouth down the shaft of his throbbing cock. Jessica tugged on Roger’s balls as she slid her mouth slowly down the length of his shaft, sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock as she slowly worked more and more of his nine-plus inches into her mouth. She kept up the suction on his cock, feeling the pre-cum continue to flow out of his shaft.

Roger watched in amazement as Jessica slowly but steadily slid her mouth down the length of his cock, tugging on his balls as she did so. He was amazed that she was able to maintain the suction on his cock as she swallowed him, but she did – and the feeling was nothing short of amazing! She had more than half of his shaft in her mouth now and was still going, still slipping her mouth further and further down his length, getting closer and closer to the base of his cock. He felt the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat, and Jessica never paused for so much as a second as the head of his cock slipped past that point and probed deeper down her throat. A few moments later Roger was amazed to see Jessica’s mouth pressing against his abdomen as she took the last little bit of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed around the thick shaft filling her mouth, and Roger jumped as he felt her throat close briefly around the head of his cock.

Jessica was in heaven as she took the last of Roger’s big, thick cock into her mouth and down her throat. There was a moment when she thought that she wouldn’t be able to do it, but she never hesitated in her efforts to swallow him whole. And now she had done it! His entire cock was in her mouth with the head of his cock down her throat, and she paused for a few moments to catch her breath and adjust her breathing around the thick shaft filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed once and felt Roger’s cock jump as she did so, and she would have smiled if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of cock at that moment.

Jessica paused for only a few moments before she began slowly, very slowly, sliding her wet, sucking mouth back up the length of Roger’s shaft, sucking on it all the way. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock as she slipped her mouth back up his cock, keeping up the suction the entire way. She stopped when just the head of his cock was in her mouth, pausing to breathe and run her wet tongue around the head of his cock once before sliding her mouth back down on his shaft again.

Roger watched in amazement as Jessica slid her mouth back down onto his shaft again, the skin of his shaft glistening wet with her saliva in the moonlight. He wondered how she was able to maintain the suction on his cock and manage to breathe at the same time, but as long as she was able to do so he really didn’t care how she did it. He watched as she once again took his entire length into her mouth, the head of his cock pushing down into her throat as her nose bumped against his abdomen as she reached bottom. She gave his balls a firm squeeze before sliding her mouth slowly back up his cock again, slathering her tongue over and around the shaft as she sucked on it hard. She looked up at him as she slipped her mouth back up his cock, and the look of pleasure in his eyes made her happy. This made her want him to cum in her mouth even more, and even though her pussy was wet and begging for attention, she focused her entire attentions on Roger’s cock and making him cum.

Jessica fell into a smooth, steady rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down Roger’s cock in steady, even strokes. She kept up the suction on his cock as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, massaging and squeezing his balls with both hands now as she gave him a “hands-free” blowjob. Roger loved seeing her full, soft lips sliding up and down his throbbing shaft, and it was obvious to him that she was enjoying what she was doing to him almost as much as he was enjoying it having done to him.

She slid her wet, sucking mouth up and down the length of his cock, taking the entire length into her mouth and down her throat with each downward stroke. Roger’s shaft was glistening with Jessica’s saliva as she deep-throated him over and over again, her head bobbing as she worked on his cock. Each time she slipped his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat Roger felt his cock bump against the back of her throat, and each time this happened it sent an electric-like shock up his shaft straight to the base of his balls. Roger knew that he was in the mouth of a true blowjob master, and he also knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his load down her throat.

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My feet quietly press against the raised gray circles of the outdated institutional tile as I methodically climb the stairs and arrive at the sixth floor. The bottom three floors of the university’s library currently house a smattering of students that are studying and socializing before heading back to their dorm rooms to study and socialize more. The lack of seating and the building’s unconventional architectural layout combine to leave the library’s sixth floor nearly vacant after sunset though. Few students or facility members venture up the first three flights of stairs, down the long overly-lit corridor, and then up three more floors to reach the small annex that mostly houses under-read literary classics and fine arts memoirs.

I check my cell phone and notice that the hour is quickly approaching eleven and mentally note that I will most likely have the entire wing to myself. Besides the students on the first three floors, a smattering of people will seek the silent anonymity of one of the building’s three subterranean levels. The negative floors, as the three sub-floors are euphemistically known on campus, infamously serve as the setting for many of the university’s erotic acts. Young men and women either in search of the thrill of public sex or without another locale to satiate their desires quietly travel to the negative floors’ hidden corners and vacant stacks.

Rumor has it that the library’s management has attempted to curtail sexual activity on the negative floors multiple times but each campaign has been met with quiet but strong resistance from several powerful donors, each of whom vividly remember their sexual subterranean initiations and do not wish to deny the current crop of students these future carnal memories.

Although rarely spoken of in polite company, the majority of the members of the campus community have a special memory of a sexual coupling on one of the negative floors (and apparently often on one of the negative floors’ floors.) These stories are seldom told but I imagine that few alumni return to campus on homecoming week without at least briefly thinking of a negative floor encounter.

The bespectacled and balding businessman who vividly remembers watching the sweet faced coed drop to her knees and eagerly take his engorged cock into her willing young mouth. The respectable housewife and mother who cannot help but recall the powerful feeling of the football player’s tongue licking her pussy and expertly flicking against her excited clit. The ordinary married couple that silently acknowledge the collegiate days when they hungrily explored each other’s bodies and began to form the boundaries of the people that they would eventually become.

As I pause at the top of the sixth floor stairs I remember my own negative floor encounter. Three years ago, I was a second year Ph.D. student and a teaching assistant instructor for a freshman level U.S. history class. I had arranged to hold several class sessions in the library in order to give the students a brief tour and introduce them to the joys of academic research. (You would be surprised how many students don’t even know where the library is.) The librarian assigned to assist me was a beautiful and vivacious young woman with whom I incessantly flirted after the end of each class.

Over the course of several weeks I fought to appear professional while battling my increasingly strong desires. While my librarian helper was assisting my students I often snuck a quick peek at her dark coffee colored skin and her round ass and large breasts. Several times she caught me looking down her shirt or staring too long into her brown eyes, but she never admonished me or even acknowledged that my behavior had been discovered. Her failure to reprimand me only served to embolden my efforts and, although I attempted to remain stealth during class sessions, I became more aggressive when alone with her later. I would stay late to help her clean up and would discuss her personal life while walking her back to her office and sometimes her car. Our conversation topics would often turn to the sexual and I learned much about her wants and desires.

Under her quiet conservative librarian exterior laid a smoldering pool of desire. Her boyfriend had not been fulfilling her emotionally or sexually of late and her needs were beginning to overpower her. My girlfriend, at the time, knew nothing of my ever-growing infatuation and my thoughts were increasingly filled with fantasies about the desirous ebony librarian.

More and more often when I masturbated or fucked my girlfriend I thought of the librarian’s dark skin and dark eyes. I regularly came while thinking of grabbing her long thick hair and roughly fucking her from behind. She and I increasingly inter-mixed the literary and the sexual into an academic courtship ritual that primed our minds and libidos and created an intoxicating bouillabaisse of the divine and profane. Both of us knew that we would eventually consummate our union but the tempting and teasing was too exciting Erenköy travesti to hastily end.

The sexual tension steadily built over the course of several weeks and our heightened desires proved too enthralling to quickly fulfill. My need for her propelled me through numerous days and my desires became increasingly base and animalistic. The intensity of my cravings reached levels that began to frighten even me a little. These were boundaries that I had never tested and limitations that I had never approached.

Finally, we were both so thoroughly pumped and primed that it threatened to damage our psyches if we did not act. So act I did, after class I took her to the graduate student carrel that I had rented early that day. The small isolated room was located on negative level two and she undoubtedly knew that I didn’t really want her to see the copy of Inferno that I had left on the desk. Thus, she was not surprised when as soon as the door shut and locked I roughly pressed her against the barren wall and kissed her. As my hands caressed her face and my tongue explored her mouth the moment overcame me.

I was lost in her and the entire encounter still only consists of a series of jagged jarring snapshots and sensory inputs in my mind. The coppery taste of her mouth and the sweet smell of her sweat and perfume mixing. Goosebumps forming on her skin as I kiss, lick, and bite her ears, neck, shoulders, and back. The small bumps around her areolas as I lick and suck her chocolate nipples. The musky smell and sweet taste of her pussy as my mouth engulfs her. The feeling of her wetness covering my face as she grinds into my needy mouth.

Her beautiful dark skin against my paleness as I push her onto the desk and take control. Her sharp teeth piercing the sensitive skin on my shoulder as my cock shows her pussy no mercy. The uncompromising words that we scream; my cock invading her as weeks of desire and aggression propel me to unceasingly and ruthlessly pound in and out of her. The vile names that we call each other and the innermost fantasies that we confess even though many of them we had never acknowledged even to ourselves.

Her legs spread wide and accepting my every thrust. Her words encouraging my cock to beat and batter her pussy. Her fingernails clawing and digging into my back. The feeling as her pussy tightened around my cock as an orgasm sweeps through her body like an earthquake and several aftershocks overtake her. The sense of power as I do not let her rest but instead bend her over the desk and take her from behind. Forcing her to present herself to me and grabbing her hair as I ram into her sopping pussy. Yanking her hair and choking her neck as I harshly use her body. Watching my thick white cock ravage her pink pussy as I smack her darkly colored ass and make her beg me for more.

Two academics defying the cognitive and embracing the visceral. Feeling her orgasm again as her body send me over the edge and compels me to cum deep inside her. Pumping my seed into her accepting womb and marking her pussy as mine. The stunned and exhausted feeling of returning from another state of being and searching to understand what I had briefly become. Kissing and caressing her body as both of us feel a little traumatized but neither wanting to admit any weakness. Holding her naked body as emotional walls are rebuilt and personal boundaries reinstated. Watching her quickly dress as she embarrassedly tries to hide my cum leaking down her leg.

I now stand near the first row of library books entranced by the memory of that first night. My thoughts hurriedly turn to the nights that followed until she left our college town for a better job last spring. Never again did we couple somewhere on the negative floors but we did explore each other’s bodies and limits in a variety of exotic and enticing milieus. My focus returns to the present day and I am awash in feelings of sadness and sexual hunger. I had forgotten how deeply connected I am to her and how much I miss her company and the feeling of sexual control and power that I felt while fucking her.

I walk down the narrow main aisle flanked by shelves of books on either side and attempt to snap out of the sexual daze that has engulfed me. Through my jeans I push my hardened cock down my leg and trap it my pants and my thigh. Doing this is slightly painful but makes it easier to walk and does not showcase my erection. I remind myself that I am here to find a copy of Lolita for class tomorrow but thoughts of work do nothing to change my demeanor. I am oversexed and I know that I will have to hurry home to masturbate soon.

I briefly consider sex Skyping my former lover but realize that the time difference between us means that she has been in bed sleeping next to her boyfriend for hours. I’m now angry and almost animalisticly excited as I start to look at the Library of Congress call numbers on the outside of the bookshelves. I peer down at the slip of paper in my hand and try to memorize the number written Beşiktaş travesti on it- PG3476.N3 L6 1955. I slowly and quietly advance down the aisle noting the loud buzz of the lights as I try to focus on anything except my sexual needs.

I soon locate the proper row of books and as I turn the corner I am momentarily startled to see a young woman with her back partially turned to me leaning against the midpoint of the bookshelves as she reads a red library-bound edition of Lolita. She does not notice me and I take a moment to look her over. She’s tall, probably 5’10 or 5’11, has milky skin, and long black hair that is pulled back away from her face. I estimate that she is about 19 or 20 years old and is clothed in a low-cut white sundress that showcases her smallish breasts while also providing a tantalizing view of her pale legs. For me, her most striking accouterment is the pair of sexy black eyeglasses that sit atop her thin nose. As

Normally, at this hour of the night, I would make a loud shuffling noise as I walked, to announce my presence, and then I would say something pleasant to put my sixth floor companion at ease. In my hypersexual state I feel no need to appear unthreatening. Instead I slowly and silently make my way towards the middle of the row and begin looking for another copy of Lolita.

I say nothing and do not look towards my young companion; instead ignoring her completely, focusing my attention on the books in front of me and only learn that she discovered my presence when I hear her breath catch in her throat with an audible gasp. I retain my focus and wait to hear and feel her shuffle by me to the outer aisle and depart the sixth floor. No such movement occurs and instead I hear a page turn. Continuing to search for my book I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She appears to have taken little notice of me and instead seems to be enthralled by Nabokov’s words.

I spot several other copies of Lolita on the shelf near her. I lean and reach between her and the stacks in order to slide my prize from its dusty home. As my hand presses into the gap between human and literature it slowly and softly brushes against her bare right arm. She shutters for a moment but seemingly wills herself to retain her composure and not move or concede my existence.

Her behavior only serves to enflame my excited state and offers a challenge to my already overworked reptilian brain complex. As my outstretched arm returns with Nabokov’s classic in hand it smoothly and methodically rubs against her right breast through the fabric of her thin dress and again against her warm smooth arm. This time her body betrays her as she loudly gasps when we make contact. I look over in time to see her bite her bottom lip as she slowly and loudly inhales.

I stand rigid and straight as adrenaline and desire mix into a potent cocktail that emboldens me and propels me forward. My cock painfully strains against my jeans as I open Lolita and pretend to read. My quiet but also excited companion has returned to breathing normally but her stiff nipples are now easily visible through her light sundress. I force myself to read a passage as a means to reassert control and discipline over my being. I compel myself to gird and harness my passion and allow my desires to fuel my actions but not overtake them.

Nabokov’s words jump from the page as I slow my mind and body. “All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other’s soul and flesh…” I read the sentence thrice, remembering the reason I came here.

Closing Lolita, I slide the book into my leather messenger bag that I place behind me on the floor. As I do, I turn and lower my head; maneuvering my mouth about a foot from her breasts and blowing a long slow burst of hot breath against her already stony nipple. As she moans and squirms I repeat my soft incursion again and again. Fighting my base urges and unattended desires, I force myself to meticulously tease and tempt her. Wanting nothing more than to take control of her body and mind.

Her back arches and her breasts push towards me as I continuously blow warm sensual air against her erect nipples. I briefly consider grabbing my bag and leaving my beautiful new acquaintance as frustrated as I feel. The idea of leaving her to ponder our encounter and to relive and fantasize about our scant moments together entices me. The thought of ending our tryst before I have even intimately touched her, here at the beginning of it all, when the encounter is filled with seemingly unlimited possibility, is mesmerizing in its dominant erotic possibilities. I can fuck her mind for weeks and months to come, if I chose to not touch her body. The slight minutes of this night could form the basis of her future fantasies and introduce her to desires that have long remained hidden deep inside Avcılar travesti her psyche. The briefest glimpse of me on campus could instantly excite her, causing her mind to reel, pussy to wetten, and legs to rubber.

I quickly discard any consideration of leaving. My cock throbs and reminds me of all of the nasty things that I want to do to her, while my right hand unencumbers itself from my thoughts and deliberately slides up her dress rubbing her smooth leg. She instinctively adjusts, opening her legs wider and giving me access to the most intimate physical parts of herself. I stare through her glasses into her light blue eyes as my hand rubs her thighs and my thumb brushes against the crotch of her panties.

Her face is filled with fear and want as I grind the palm of my hand into her, feeling her hot wetness through the thin fabric that serves as the only barrier between her pussy and me. I rub my palm deeply against her sex using her wet panties to create friction. I stare as she bites her lip in an effort to remain quiet as my hand sensually abrades her. Her breath becomes raspy and uneven as I overtake the core of her womanhood and she does nothing to stop me. Instead she thrusts her deprived pussy against my hand, acknowledging her submission to me.

Still peering to her eyes, I slide both hands up her dress and slowly pull her panties down her long legs until she steps out of her soiled underwear, leaving them bunched on the tile floor. My hand quickly finds her pussy and my long thin fingers begin to rub and stroke her. I watch her eyes fill with lust and pleasure as I caress and fondle her excited pussy. My fingers stroke her folds as my thumb delicately rubs her engorged clit causing her to thrash and moan.

I push her body against the bookshelf while I slide one and then two fingers into her tight wetness. Her hips thrust against my hand; my fingers press in and out of her. I push my long thin digits deep into her warm center faster and faster as the situation begins to overtake me. My other hand fondles her breasts through her bra and dress while my fingers fuck her, wanting nothing more than to push as deep inside her as is humanly possible.

While my index and middle fingers invade her, she manically humps my hand, having forgone shame or social conventions, instead concentrating only on pleasure. Her pussy grips me and I continue to assault her desperate neediness. I stare into her, my eyes penetrating her gaze as my fingers do the same to her body. I relish the feelings of having taken control of her body and of her submitting to my desires.

I use my fingers to control her body. In this moment I dominate her very being. Nothing else exists for her. No other thoughts. No other wants. No other needs. Only my fingers, her pussy, and her desire remain. She is completely mine and I want nothing more; only her. Likewise, the sight of her pale skin flushed red and her blue eyes enraptured in pleasure consumes me. Paradoxically, by submitting to me, she has also taken control of me. There is nothing I would not do to give her pleasure. I would do anything to fulfill her needs and serve her desires. One cannot control without serving and cannot serve without controlling.

My fingers continue to assault her pussy as I lose myself in her warm wet solace. Her pelvis pushes against my fingers as she lewdly groans and whimpers. Her mind and body so filled with need. Her legs open so wide and her pussy so accepting. In and out my fingers pound. The rhythm sending shockwaves through her. A corporeal beat that literally and figuratively touches something deep inside her. Her body both the audience and the instrument. Her being simultaneously enlightened and debased.

My companion becomes increasingly excited as I work to provide her release. Release from her pent-up desires. Release from the pressures of conformity and normality. Release from her daily existence. And even release from my current onslaught. I know that this encounter will only serve as a momentary reprieve from her daily stresses and drudgeries but I hope that it also can act as a balm for wounds old and new. I feel alive in a way that I have not in months and know that she feels the same.

Lost deep in the moment, I feel her body tense and her breath catch in her throat. I press my finger deep into her as her entire body shutters and he pussy clamps onto me. She cums loudly, bellowing viscerally from somewhere deep inside. I watch her face; her head thrown back and mouth agape as pleasure overtakes her. The orgasm seizes her like a giant wave that casts her to and fro, thrashing and battering her. Relief and terror mix on her face as she is at once both saved and lost. The feelings and emotions so powerful and unrelenting that she can hardly process them. After riding out the largest orgasmic wave, smaller but still powerful swells rock and shake her.

When her final orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers from her and lewdly suck some of her wetness from them. I love her taste and smell and deeply enjoy the fruits of our coupling. I offer her my fingers and she cautiously takes them into her mouth unsure how to react. The warmth of her mouth invigorates me as I enjoy watching her reaction to tasting herself. She coyly tries to hide how much she relishes her own nectar.

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We go to sit in a jacuzzi that’s bubbling away; with a glass of wine in your hand. I hop in behind you. Both of us sans clothing of course.

After I slip in behind you and sit on the edge of the jacuzzi. I let my cold hands soak in the water to warm them. And in that silence, I whisper into your ear, I’m going to make you melt, as you feel my flaccid cock begin to stir against your back.

Once my hands have warmed, I begin to massage your shoulders. Gliding down the sides of your torso occasionally moving to your boobs and massaging them; feeling your nipples harden as a sign of excitement and the occasional chill of the night’s cold wind. You let out a soft moan, and slowly begin to fall into the water more. The soft moan stirs my cock alive and begins to harden. As you slip more into the water the side of your body slides against my rigid cock. Both our bodies tingling at the sensation.

You end up with only your head above water with my cock standing at attention beside you. You see it twitching in your peripheral. I continue to massage your shoulders and neck, as they are the easiest to reach. I reach out of the tub and grab some shampoo and begin to massage it into your wet scalp; you let out a light purr as I do that. After, I wash it out by gently pouring the water over you. I lean and reach over you to massage your boobs again. The warmth of my breath forms mini bursts of steam in the air. You lean in for an upside-down kiss. And at Ataköy travesti this award angle my cock moves to rub up against the back of your head which intensifies your kiss. I break the kiss to continue the work on your boobs as well as diverting one hand southward. Gliding over your torso and belly button, to your pussy. Where I find your clit sticking out begging for attention, and your outer lips opening wanting something to go in and fill you. My thumb rubs your clit at an almost blur of a speed while I shove two fingers inside you.

You let out a deep, guttural almost instinctive moan. You keep trying to turn your head around to get ahold of my cock to suck it. I tell you, no, this is your time, and you let out a depressed sigh. I whisper into your ear, but if you need something to suck… and withdraw my hand from your hot wet pussy, my fingers covered in a mixture of spa water, spilled wine and your juices and stick them in your mouth. You greedily suck and slurp on them.

I slip my fingers out of your mouth and glide my hand back towards your pussy. I begin to finger you furiously, the water splashing about as I do so. Your moans increase and intensify. My back begins to hurt from this angle, so I slide in beside you.

You really begin to moan to have me inside you. You whimper, just fuck me, I need it, fuck me.

I resist for now as I continue to kiss you, slipping my tongue in your mouth. With one hand playing Bahçelievler travesti with your boobs, flicking and pinching your nipples. The other a complete blur in your sopping wet pussy.

I feel it begin to stir inside you. Your vaginal muscles begin to clamp down on my hand, your thighs go from being spread open to squeezing my arm. We stop kissing and you bury your face into my shoulder; biting down on me as your violent orgasm hits you in a big wave. When you calm down, I begin to finger fuck you again, to which you loudly moan out JUST FUCK ME, SHOVE YOUR ROCK HARD COCK INSIDE MY HOT TIGHT PUSSY AND FUCK ME LIKE A DIRTY CUM SLUT.

I push the strands of hair out of your face and whisper, your desire is my command, with a wickedly cheeky grin across my face.

I pick you up and bend you over the side of the side of the tub in a doggy-style position. Your body shivers at the cold and is covered in goose bumps as it adjusts to the temperature. I quickly shove my fingers inside you then withdraw them to coat them in your cum to lubricate my cock.

I position the tip of my cock against your pussy and wrap your long hair around one hand like a reign. In one pump I shove my cock deep into you and bottom out. You moan and gasp loudly at the pleasure and pain as I pull back on your hair.

I begin to pump you at a decent pace, sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy with you consistently moaning and your Bahçeşehir travesti boobs happily freely bouncing in the air. With my free hand I begin to spank your ass and try to grab it like it was play-dough. You moan each time the pleasurable wave of pain goes through you when my hand strikes against your now reddening rump.

The pace of our fucking begins to build with our movements synchronised with you pushing back into my cock as I push into you. Your pussy begins to routinely tighten around my cock, and I feel my cum slowly build in the base of my cock and tighten in my balls. I move the hand that was spanking you, and begin to use my thumb to play with your puckered asshole, and gently coax my way in. I begin to thumb-fuck your ass in time with my cock pumping in and out of your pussy. You can feel the two rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them and it gives you a pleasurable feeling you’ve never felt before. Your orgasm quickly builds now, with your pussy clamping harder on me, and all my cum building hard inside me.

It finally hits you, and you yell out loudly, as your pussy violently clamps my cock as if trying to milk it like a factory dairy farm. This sends me over the edge for one final pump, bottoming out in you. My cum blasts inside you like a shotgun cartridge. You feel the heat of it inside you, and the slow pressure building from both my cock and my cum overfilling you. Both of us are panting with sweat and steam covering us. I slump on top of you panting with you pressed against the tub and deck with your boobs being flattened outwards. I fall back into the tub spent of energy, and cum. You fall in beside me. We sit there and relax and I finish off the glass of wine you left.

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My first story for a VERY long time. A lot is written at work, so I apologise for any small errors that may crop up. That said, please do not hesitate to leave any feedback.

All characters are over 18.

* * * * *

“Sorry I’m late, Jess.” Kate said to her friend as she walked into the spa changing room.

Jess, already in her towel looked at her friend. She seemed different. She tried not to stare as Kate undressed. It was nothing new, changing in front of each other, more curiosity.

“You OK, Kate?” Jess asked her friend. “You seem… I don’t know.”

Kate blushed terribly. Not just on her cheeks. Already down to her bra, Jess could see her friend’s breasts flush red also. She gasped, “You’ve had sex!” She grinned.

Kate went even more red, “Shhh! No I didn’t…!”

“You have! Tell me about him, why have you been keeping him a secret?”

“Can I please get changed first?” Kate said, smiling at her friend.

“Fine, you have until the steam room!”

As Kate and Jess walked to the steam room they turned heads. Jess with her pale skin and jet black hair was a contrast to Kate’s more olive colouring and bright frizzy red hair. The single curl falling across her face seemed to drive men wild. Both women were slender, but Kate’s breasts looked simply huge on her small frame. Something Jess had always secretly been jealous of.

In the steam room both women dropped their towels and sat back.

“Are you going to tell me about him?” Jess asked her friend, letting the warm moist air relax her.

“He’s just a guy…”

“Just a guy? A guy worth almost missing your spa appointment for!” Jess grinned back. “C’mon, please tell me the juicy details. Does he have a big cock?”

“Jess!” Kate gasped, “You shouldn’t be asking that, you’re a married woman!” Kate hit her friend playfully on the arm.

“A girl can still fantasise though can’t she?” Jess replied coyly. “Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m Maltepe travesti not a woman with needs.”

“And you need to know about my sex life?”

“Well mine has gone a bit… stale.” Jess admitted.

“Oh…” Kate replied, not sure what else to say.

“In reality, Kate, I think Jake is having an affair.”

Kate almost slipped off the bench, “What makes you think that?”

“He doesn’t seem that interested in me at the moment. True I guess I’ve stopped putting in some effort, work is stressful, but, well, I know how much Jake likes sex and to go off me means he must be getting it elsewhere.”

“Jess, really? Jake?” Kate asked her friend, pouring some more water on the coals.

“I know, I know, it sounds crazy, it has to be the only option though. But I need to find out for sure, else I’ll never stop worrying about it.”

“How will you know? You’re surely not going to come out and ask him? What if you’re wrong?”

“Well I’ve been thinking of a plan.” Jess said, biting her lip.

“Go on…” Kate replied.

“Why don’t I hire a girl to come onto him? Someone that would make it easy. If he sleeps with her, then I’ll know he’s having an affair.”

“That’s insane!” Kate almost shouted. “You’re going to hire a woman to try and sleep with your husband to prove that he is already having an affair?”

“Well if he’s not, then he won’t want to sleep with this girl either.” Rationalised Jess.

“But, Jess, think about it. You’re hiring another woman to come onto your husband.”

“It won’t be that hard, Kate. He’s still very attractive and he does have a thick-“

“I really do not think that is the point, Jess.” Kate cut her friend off.

“I need to know, Kate.” Jess almost pleaded with her friend. “But I also need some sort of resolution. He has gone TOTALLY off me, and I still have some needs…”

Kate began to blush again. “How long has it been?”

“Oh, Kate, too long! Just the Ümraniye travesti thought of you hooking up with your new guy has me… well… if you weren’t here…” Jess didn’t realise it, but her hand had be circling her breast.

“Oh my.” Kate replied. “The thought of me hey?” she smiled to her friend.

“Behave!” Jess replied, hitting her friend. “No, not you, just the thought of someone getting some cock!”

Kate grinned at her friend, “Well if you need to that badly, I won’t stop you!”

Jess bit her bottom lip. “God I was hoping you would say that.”

“Really? You need to that badly?!”

“Kate you have no idea! Oh, God!” Jess moaned as she allowed her hand to drift down between her legs. The other cupping her breast, pinching her nipple.

Kate tried not to look through the steam at her friend, but there was something intoxicating about the heat of the room. She saw her friend’s hand moving in swift motions between her legs, saw her eyes rolling back in her head. Kate started to feel that warm sensation in the pit of her stomach just as Jess squealed out, biting her bottom lip again.

“Oh GOD!” Jess panted as she came quickly over her hand, still strumming her sensitive clit. “Thank you for letting me…” She started to say to her friend, but Jess noticed Kate’s eyes were closed, her hand also between her legs.

Jess found herself sliding closer to her friend, still very turned on, the heat affecting her as much as her lack of sex. She couldn’t stop staring at her friend’s large breasts, glistening with sweat and heaving with each of Kate’s pants. It was almost as if someone else had taken control when Jess found her hand reaching forward, cupping her friend’s breast, feeling her hard nipple pressing against her palm.

Kate almost leapt from the bench at her friend’s touch, “Oh, Jess, what are you?”

“Sorry, Kate. I don’t know what came over me, I’m just so horny and they just looked amazing…” Tuzla travesti Jess started to panic.

“You really think they’re that good?” Kate asked, holding her breasts in her hands, her pussy was still on fire after being interrupted. “I’ve always prefered yours.”

“These little things?” Jess asked, holding her own breasts now, both women sitting so close their thighs were touching. Kate leaned forward a little and took her friend’s breasts in her own hands.Jess let out a sigh at the touch.

“Yes, the perfect handful…” Kate breathed, her hands lingering, feeling Jess’ hard nipples swell as she cupped her friend’s breasts.

“We should stop…” Jess said, pain in her voice. “I can’t accuse my husband of cheating if I’m about to do the same…”

Kate just nodded. “Good point.” But both women were now more turned on than ever. “But I still need to…” She blushed again.

“Please do.” Jess almost panted. And as she watched her friend bring herself to orgasm Jess brought on another herself. The two friends sat there, panting. “I think we need a cold shower.” she smiled after a minute or two.

Kate just nodded. “Plunge pool?”

“That should do it!”

Both women jumped in and screamed at the sudden change in temperature then started to laugh. The rest of their spa treatment felt wonderful to Jess, the masseuses hands on her body did get her going again, but that was normal recently. She managed to focus on her plan enough to stop herself from pulling the man on top of her and screaming at him to fuck her.

As the two got dressed Jess turned to her friend. “What about you?”

“I’m sorry what?” Kate asked.

“You could come onto Jake for me. You said it probably wouldn’t work if it was a stranger…”

“You want me to come onto your husband and see if he’ll have sex with me? Jess, that’s crazy!”

“No, it’s perfect. He already knows you,Kate so most of the ground work is done!”

“Jess…”

“Please, Kate.” Jess begged. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t really worried…”

Kate thought about it, “I don’t actually sleep with him?”

“No, just see if he would…”

“How do you plan on going about it?”

“I’ve thought it all through. Thank you Kate.”

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“Ready for the show?”

My wife and I had been lazing around in bed early on a weekend morning, and she had gotten up, ready to get dressed.

“Yes Rachel, I like your show.”

She smiled and lifted her pajama shirt to expose her tits. They hung low, slightly sagging, and she swung her upper body, causing her nipples to quiver. I smiled. She knew how good her bare boobs made me feel. I hoped that pleased her too.

“Show’s over,” she said as she reached down for her shirt of the day. “Bosoms get covered now.”

“Whoa whoa missy. Come over here.”

She sighed and walked over to my side of the bed, a bit irritated that I was interrupting her routine. Bored, she pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her hairy part. Now, she smiled at the look on my face.

“More show.” She turned around and flashed her ass.

“OK Alex? I want to eat breakfast.”

The older we got the more our approach to sex was changing. We both wanted it less often, and we both still liked it -actually we both loved it- at least when it happened. But, the reality of it now was that I was quicker to want it and Rachel was somewhat more reluctant. Not unenthusiastic, it just took her a little longer to get to it. She had all sorts of dodges. Chores, exhaustion, kids when they weren’t at college. And her methods of approaching it were sometimes roundabout. Maybe I was just more guy like? Fucking was OK with me, she needed to get there by making love. I could launch right into dirty talk, which she loved when I was the filthy one. Her approach was more… uh, “clinical” wasn’t it exactly, just more careful, I guess. She liked to start out with what I suppose you’d call “accurate” terms before she slowly, deliberately really got down.

“Bend over a little.”

“No, that’s not attractive. I’m fat.”

“Let me decide whether your junk is attractive to me. It’s perfect, it’s sexy.”

“You love me, that’s nice. But it’s still fat.”

“It’s beautifully round. I love how totally round it is. And I do you love you.”

So she stuck it out a little.

“Appealing?”

She couldn’t see my nod. “Lemme see some pubes.” Her stance widened and I saw some bush and a little dark down in her crack. Nice.

“Shake it now.”

“I’m too big. It’s Jell-o.” But she’d started to quiver. The real show was about to begin.

“You know I like the taste of Jell-o. Roll it please. Yes, like that. What an awesome shake.”

“Can I go to the kitchen now?” She paused, trying to get her breathing back to normal. As much as my wife seemed like she wanted to stop I knew there was another side to it too.

Still bent over she glanced back at me and was startled.

“Whoa whoa yourself Mister. What’s that?”

A short beat.

“Did I make that penis hard?” Busted. “I like your penis like that. Sticking up out of that thick forest. Show *me* Aleksandar. Give *me* my show.”

When Rachel called me by my full name almost anything was possible. I hadn’t been really angling for the full monty, but the look on her face was changing my mind very quickly.

“You have a very beautiful penis Aleksandar. It curves ever so slightly when it’s erect like that. And the enormous tip. How could any girl take it? Did I really make it that full? You like my immense, saggy breasts and huge, Jell-o backside all that much?”

She started pushing me over and slid back into bed. Her top was still naked and the bottoms bunched around her knees, mine were stretched below my balls. Her warm hand gripped me and slowly started moving up and down.

She planted her mouth on mine and our tongues wound together. “I love you so much Alex. And I love that you want me so badly.”

“I want you all the time baby.”

“Ohhhhh, and I like your hard on so much Alex. And your testicles…” She sounded Göztepe travesti like a female Big Bad Wolf. “What do you want me to do with your shaft? More of this until it ejaculates?” Always the correct terms. “Or do you want to put it between my bosoms to make them sticky? Hmm husband? What does your penis want from me?”

“No Rachel. What do *you* want with my cock?”

“I want you to be sexy happy.”

This was Rachel’s play. She was a sensual woman, but she could be afraid to directly say what she wanted. She liked sex banter with me, even if she could be a little scared to talk about her own pleasure. But I knew I could get her to say out loud what she’d hesitantly admitted to me she wished she could say.

“Do you want to put it in my vagina? My, um… hairy hole?”

Now I moaned.

“I could lick it until it’s dripping and climb on top. It would stick up me deep, very very deep, and my nipples would be hard and hanging over your mouth,” she paused and grunted. “You could bite them and I would feel it right up to my throat. My hole would suck it in so much that you couldn’t hold back for more than a minute.”

“Don’t, no! Don’t do that. I want it to last. Much. Longer. Than. That.” She was quickening her grip. “Ooohh.” Suddenly she was slowing down.

“Maybe I should just give you your orgasm with my hand, let it blast out all over the place.”

“An orgasm?” I barely croaked out. “You mean you want to make me come, to come all over your tits and your face and your hair?”

Another stop, I heard a grunt bubbling up. Then she completely ignored me and kept going.

“The problem is I’m not too good at that, am I? Fellatio? You never really orgasm in my mouth. You’re so uptight.” She bent her head and took the head in her mouth and gave it a nice lick and suck.

“Mmmmmm. Mmm.”

She came back up. “Your penis tastes nice. But I’m not sure I’m ready for semen for breakfast.”

Pulling her bottoms all the off she started humping my leg. “I love this feeling.”

I reached down. She groaned when I got between her lips. “Hey Miss Hairy. Your bush is soaking.”

“Shaking my fanny for you started making me moist. I get so nervous when I know you’re staring at my naked buttocks. I think even if you didn’t ask me to wiggle it I’d start to squirm. And then I start to…”

“What? What happens?” As if I didn’t know.

“I start… my vagi…” She trailed off, trying to get a word like “cunt” out of her mouth. “I start leaking … down there. It spills out of my… my hair gets so wet. I honestly don’t want it too but it always does.”

She let out a breath and pushed up further on my leg. She snapped back to a less frenzied pace.

“Tell me Alex. What do you want to do to me with your erect penis? Do you want to have intercourse?”

“Intercourse? Really Rachel? Intercourse? Don’t you just want me to fuck your silly? Don’t you just want to milk my cock dry with your tight cunt?” I was almost laughing.

She just moved on, evading my words, but at the same time getting more urgent with every minute.

“I think I know. You want to get on top of me and hold my hands down so I can’t move. You want me to sit still and let you shove your penis deep inside me and push it in over and over again until you can’t hold back.”

One of her things is she didn’t ever want it to be her initiating things that she thought might be kinky. That was my job, to make her do dirty things that ‘normal’ woman wouldn’t do.

“*You* want that Rachel. You want me to tie you down tight and impale your .”

“You’ll take dirty pictures of my naked body Alex. Just like in those porn sites you you masturbate to.”

I guess that wasn’t a secret. “I’m happy fucking you every which way I can make you come.”

“I want you to be Küçükyalı travesti happy Alex.”

“Why don’t you pee all over my dick Rachel? My penis wants that.”

I’d tried that before and got nowhere. Her momentary silence let me know that today wasn’t going to be that day.

“Touch me Alex. Touch my lips with your fingers.”

I barely grazed her clit. She almost jumped out of the bed. “More. Slower. Put them inside of me.”

My fingers parted her hair away from her pussy slit and found their way inside. She sucked in so much air I thought she’d faint. Her G-spot as already so squishy that when I gently pushed it she immediately squirted all over my hand. Her entire body spasmed wildly and she was screaming.

“Oh my God Alex! What did you do to me?” More gulps of air. “I mean .., that was amazing. You’re drenched. I’m sopping. It feels so good.”

She hugged my entire body for what seemed like minutes before she let go and her panting became more normal.

“But I wanted to make you… And here you go making my… I want your hard penis to get happy. Please tell me what you want? Please?”

I stayed quiet. She was revving up her imagination again.

“I bet I know.” What a lecherous smirk! “You want to stick your old hard penis up my bum, don’t you?” Now I whimpered, she knew how to get a reaction. “You want me naked on my knees, my shoulders down, hips up in the air.”

Go Rachel, she knew. “You want to open my cheeks -or maybe you’d like me to open them myself? Right?- and look right at my anus. Where you can stare at it and make me a basket case of anxiety wondering why you like my fat … my gigantic behi… Oh… wondering why you like my fat ASS so much.”

She stopped short. Surprised at her own outburst. Her hand was really squeezing my dick.

“You want to poke your nose and tongue in there, on my anus! Yuh want to smell it and make it wet enough that you can cram your big old pee pee in my big old rear end!”

Wilder. I felt like I was about to let loose right then and there.

“You want your sperm shooting inside my … my…”

Come on, I’m thinking. You can say it.

“I know you want to jab your stiff dick up my teeny virgin asshole and fuck it until you coat the insides of my shit chute with your thick … your thick… your thick, um … semen!”

Almost. “You did it! You dirty dirty sluty slut.”

Her grin was huge. She knew she’d crossed over.

“But…” I let out a gulp of air. “I can’t Alex. I just can’t do it. I’m afraid of your mammoth penis going up inside my little tiny dark hole, I just know it’ll hurt. Please put it in my wet, my gushing wet, vagina, honey. *My* honey will make *your* honey ooze right out of you and I to me. I promise you. You’ll love it so much.”

I don’t mean to stop the action; promise, we’ll get back to the story. But since Rachel already put a damper on things, let me explain. Without any doubt, I am into anal, if you couldn’t already tell. Not so much in real life; I’ve only done it a few times, and truth be told, I didn’t really love it. I love fingering her asshole, and rimming it with my tongue is pretty hot.

However. In the end, when we’re fucking, just hearing Rachel whisper about it in my ear… telling me how she’ll get ready for me, putting herself in position, spreading herself for me. Totally, it makes me crazy enough to pop just writing about it.

Back to the real story.

“Tell me,” she was saying. “Tell me Alex, tell me what I can do to make your penis shoot. I really want it to explode. In me, on me, whatever you want for it.”

“Talk to me Rachel. Jack me, fuck me, show me, talk dirty to me while you do me.”

“Ok baby, but first let me make it up to you. Let me really give you some blue balls.” She moved away to Avrupa yakası travesti the other side of our bed. “I can’t let you stick it in, but I can still show it to you.” She got on her knees, shoulders down, like she was saying before. “You like to look at my cottage cheesy behind so much Alex. Here it is for you.” She grabbed at her cheeks. “You like seeing my anus, don’t you honey? All dark and puckered.” She pulled them open more. “A place you want to go so much. Can you see all the little hairs there too? Maybe you can tickle them with your tongue? I’d like that.”

I went over and nestled my nose between her jiggling globes.

“Oh baby, your tongue feels so good. Please put your fingers in my vagina too while you’re licking me right there. Rub me and lick me at the same time. Make me squirm. Make me squirt.”

Her wish was my command. Two fingers in and out of the front, tongue pointed in her ass. I was in heaven, and as her juice spilled out of her pussy, I could tell she was too.

“Oh ohh ooohhh. Oh Alex!” She was coming all over my hand, soaking it. “God!! God!! Oh fuck oh shit, ohhhhhh, oh my oh my oh my!!” She was almost shrieking. “Oh Alex, you make me feel so goooooodddddd!!”

My cock almost came right then, with nothing touching it. But really, I needed her to fuck me now. I slowly pulled Rachel down to the bed and over on top of me.

“Baby, what was that you said? You wanted to know what I wanted to happen with my hard penis.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I want to make your peen… your hard dick to feel as good as my vag… my pussy feels.”

“Ok baby, run your wet pussy slit over my cock. Like that.” Oh my goodness, I was going to have to hold back. “What were you saying about sticking it in so deep that you’d feel it in your throat?” She grabbed my shaft and impaled herself with it.

“Oh I can feel it, it’s so thick, it’s soooo looonnggg. I can feel it in my throat.”

“Sit up. Gimme a tit show again.” She was pumping up and down on my stiff dick as she rose up. “Shake them for me.” She really shook. “Hold them up and pinch your nipples until they’re hard as rocks, pinch them until it hurts.” She pinched, and shrieked. “Now rub your clit for me, and put your fingers inside, right next to my cock. Whack it until it comes for me one last time. I promise, my hard penis will explode so much in your dark, wet vagina, we’ll both drown in come.” She whacked.

God, did she whack. She touched her pussy hair slowly, separating her lips until I could see pink. With her other hand she was kneading her nipple, and sounds were coming out of her mouth that I’d never heard.

“Alex,” she sighed, “oh Alex, my clit feels so sensitive. My nipple too. Touch my anus now. Wet your finger and grind it there slowly. I want all my buttons turned on are the same time.”

Who am I to disobey a direct order? I sucked my middle finger and reached around her prodigious ass. “Like this baby?”

“Yes baby, just… like… that… ohhhh my.” All three of her button we’re starting to move faster, and she was moving faster up and down my erect dick. “Yeah baby, yeah, make Rachel feel so good. And I’ll make Alex feel even better.”

It possible. I couldn’t feel any better.

“Oh baby baby baaabbbyyy. I’m fingering my pussy, you’re fingering my asshole, I’m pinching my nipple. I don’t know how much more I can take. Ooohhh, oh, and I’m fucking your hard hard big long penis with my soaking weetttt cunnnntttt. Gooooddd it’s so, sooooooo, it’s so much, ahhhhhhhhh!! Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuccckkk!!” She was humming, singing, screaming. “I’m coming now. I’mmmmmm commmminggggggg. All over you!”

I couldn’t hold back. “I’m coming too baaaabbyy! I’m comming.” And I was. Shooting my load so deep and so big, I almost couldn’t catch my breath.

We were drenched with our juices, inside and out.

“Oh baby,” we both said at the same time, almost in a whisper. We both collapsed into each other.

…

We both stirred awake, naked in each other’s arms, I don’t know know how much later.

“So, how was that for a show?” she said quietly.

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Jim:

Until now, I always enjoyed traveling. The Navy sent me to cool places I thought I’d never be able to see. Guam, unfortunately, wasn’t one of those places.

It was only supposed to be a six hour layover. There was a storm coming in and they thought we should try to avoid it. Well, the storm ended up being a hurricane and six hours turned into 2 days.

They put us up at a decent hotel, so I decided to make the best of it. Although she wasn’t great looking, I flirted a little with the check-in girl behind the counter. I cracked a few witty jokes but she was having none of it. The girl waiting in line behind me, however, got my humor and giggled when I asked the desk girl if my stay would be concluded with a happy ending.

I overheard her tell the check-in girl that her name was Kelley. Unlike my former interest, Kelley was beautiful. Her long raven hair was offset by a light complexion which made her green eyes burst. I was immediately attracted to her and waited to talk to her, but she was hurried off by who I assumed to be was her commanding officer. Oh well, I thought. If I see her again, I see her again. At least I could use that cheesy happy ending line and jog her memory!

It was dinner time and I’d just been woken from my nap by a grumbling belly and the earth shattering crack of thunder. I knew the storm was in full swing now and I wouldn’t be heading out for dinner, so rather than order room service, I decided to clean myself up and head down to the restaurant.

I’d just about finished the cracked crab and potatoes and was ready to head back upstairs when I heard,

“So, does this meal come with a happy ending?”

I spun around in my seat and was delighted to see Kelly.

She looked stunning and I was stumped for words, an unusual side effect of a beautiful woman showing interest in me…

Kelley:

I am so pissed that I am stuck in Guam. It wouldn’t be so bad if the weather was going to be nice, at least I could kill some time scuba diving, but unfortunately we are in for a hell of a storm. Go figure, only woman stationed at Special Forces and I get sent to Guam. As I stand in line waiting to check in to the hotel before going to my duty station tomorrow afternoon I notice this guy in front of me. I love tall men and shoulders- he has both of that going for him, but, I haven’t seen his face yet.

Waiting for my turn to check in I start thinking about how long it has been since I have had sex- even wanted sex for that matter. God it must have been eons for my mind to start working like this, over a stranger standing in front of me! I could always attribute some of these feeling on the darkening skies outside- storms always do this to me. There is something about Mother Nature getting so pissed off at the world that turns me on.

I overhear the guy in front of me crack a joke for the check-in girl but she is so overwhelmed with the people standing in line it is almost like she doesn’t hear him. But I do, and, I appreciate his sense of humor immediately. Although, I would love nothing more than to strike up a conversation- for some reason I chicken out. I finally get the key to my room and go and unpack. I opened the curtains so I could see the storm raging outside. God I fucking love storms like this. I lay back on the bed and flip through channels looking for anything, absolutely anything, to keep my mind off how revved up I am feeling right now. I pace the room like a caged tiger- bored, horny and hungry.

I should go down and get something to eat but I hate eating alone. I started thinking maybe, just maybe, I would run into the guy that was in line ahead of me. I was already kicking myself for not saying anything downstairs. I might of at least been able to spend the night playing cards or something. Opening up the mini-bar I notice a few little bottles of Jose Cuervo and figure what the hell at least I might be able to sleep tonight. After a few shots I realized that I needed to eat and I was buzzed enough not to care that I was walking Kadıköy travesti into the bar/restaurant alone.

Walking into the restaurant I notice him, also sitting by himself and think to myself “what is the harm in striking up a conversation?” I start thinking of a witty opening remark and I remembered what he had said to the desk clerk. Walking up behind him I say “so, does this meal have a happy ending?” He spun around and for a second I thought that he didn’t remember me. But then I noticed something in his eye that told me he remembered me just fine.

It was at that moment that I knew this was going to turn out to be not such a bad night. He smiled slowly and asked if I would like to join him for a drink. I sat down and we began to make small talk- who we were, why we were there, and how frustrating it was to be stuck in the hotel. For me, sitting in the restaurant talking was almost like foreplay. I could see the storm raging outside and I am talking to this gorgeous man, slightly drunk and very, very horny. The waiter came over and told us that the restaurant was getting ready to close soon and wondered how you would react if I blatantly asked you to finish our conversation back in my room……

Jim:

I couldn’t believe I was actually sitting here with her – the girl from the lobby – Kelley. The storm started battering the hotel pretty violently. The waiter let us know they were closing up. I didn’t want my time with Kelley to end, but thought it might be too bold to ask her up. I could tell we had great chemistry and I was really into her. She was smiling and staring down at her napkin. I was trying to work the nerve to ask her up when she looked up at me, her eyes locking on mine, half drunk and half adoring.

What the fuck, I thought, and leaned in right there at the bar and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, her lips wrapping around mine, our tongues gently caressing one another’s.

She slid her hand over my knee as she nibbled my bottom lip. I knew it was time to go.

We held hands and Kelley tucked her head into my shoulder as we walked, stumbling just a bit from the boat drinks we’d consumed. She giggled and grabbed my ass as we walked down the hall to my room. I stopped and pulled her in tight against me, kissing her hard this time, more passionately than before. She let out a whimper as we enveloped each other just outside my door.

The door beeped and swung open, our lips still locked. I let the door slam shut and pinned her against the foyer wall. Kelley wrapped both legs around me as I pressed her harder into the wall.

Still clung to me like a starfish, I walked her over to the bed and laid her down.

I turned on some music and opened the blinds, giving us a front row seat to one of the most intense tropical storms either of us had ever seen.

Kelley’s eyes closed as she breathed in the tropical humid air. She licked and bit her bottom lip as she watched me undress. I slipped my shirt off and made my way toward her. She was wearing jeans, sandals, and a little pink tank top. Her hands explored my torso as I lifted her top off. I unsnapped her bra in a flick and guided her to her back, lying next to her, kissing her passionately as I unsnapped her jeans.

Her hands slipped below my waistband; working my shorts off and exposing my cock, stiff and ready for whatever she had in store. I wanted her mouth, her hands, and her soft pussy all over it. I wanted this girl more intensely than any other I’d ever been with. Maybe it was the storm, maybe it was the alcohol, but I knew better. I knew it was her. It was our connection, hot and intense.

The air was thick and humid, but I still felt the heat radiate from her like a furnace. I slipped her out of her jeans and stood over her, admiring her amazingly feminine body. Her breasts were perfect, and her legs long. The little black lace panties she wore did little to cover her dripping wet pussy.

I slid them slowly down her thighs over her knees and past her ankles. I dropped Kurtköy travesti to my knees and began kissing the inside of her knee. Her hands swept through my thick hair as the thunder cracked.

We lost power right in the middle of Into the Mystic by Van Morrison. The outage killed the music and the lights, but mother nature filled in beautifully, sending bright flashes of lightening down in torrents, and the constant cracks of thunder provided the rhythm while the pelting rain against the awnings provided the melody of our storm song.

Kelley was grinding harder now, a more primal lust taking hold of her. My lips moved up her leg, my tongue sweeping her thigh. I could feel her pulling me by my hair harder, aching for my lips and tongue against her soft wet pussy.

I pushed her legs open and used my fingers to part her lips, sliding them lightly along the edge as I did. She moaned out wildly. I found her clit and kissed it lightly, letting my tongue barely touch it. She responded and thrust her hips upward.

My tongue slid inside her easily, moving to explore every inch of her hot pussy. I slid it up to her clit and let my thumb work her deep while my tongue swirled around her swollen clit. I watched Kelley writhe under me and as the thunder boomed, so did she….

Kelley:

Knowing we could make this a really good night and definitely not ready for the night to end, I looked up giving him that look that only women can give. The one that says “I will do anything you want.” We leaned into one another at the same time and kissed. It was that I don’t know you, but I want to kisses. Gently exploring, trying to feel and remember everything, desperate kisses where there has to be more to follow.

There is no doubt that we are leaving together and no questions have to be asked. We leave the bar and I can’t keep my hands off you. I am in that playful, knowing I will have you moods, building you up while we walk to your room. I rub my hand across your ass and around your opposite hip and back. With my other hand I lightly brush up against the front of your shorts where I can feel your cock already getting hard. Leaning against you making sure you can feel my breast up against your ribcage.

We get to the door; you fumble with your key-card and in unison and almost instinctive need, we immediately cling to one another before the lock could open. Kicking the door open we enter the room as one and I can feel you pushing me up against the wall. All I can think is how much I want this and how great you feel. Pinned against the wall I can feel your cock grow even harder, pressed up against my already wet pussy as I lift my legs up around your waist. Damn, I can’t get close enough to you. I want your clothes out of the way so I can melt into you and explode like the storm outside.

Walking me to the bed we part just long enough for you to stand in front of me while I run my hands up the front of your shirt, over you chest while sliding your shirt over you arms. You kneel above me as I laid back on the bed feeling every burst of energy Mother Nature gave outside. As you reached down to unsnap my jeans and slide my shirt up over my arms I can’t help but reach down in your shorts, running my hands down your hips to slide them down your legs. I have to be able to touch you. Finally, I run my hands back up your thighs and reach around cupping your shaft running my fist up and down your hardness. God, my pussy throbs in anticipation. I want to slide my mouth up and down, tracing the same path as my hands. But, you push me back on the bed reaching for my jeans.

You slipped my jeans over my hips and pulled them off me and on your way back I could feel your breath, almost cold, against the heat of my pussy. I reach down whimpering to grab your hair urging your head where I needed it most. I could feel your fingers teasing me open and it drove me crazy. With both legs bent up and spread open I hold your head on each side so I can thrust my hips up, fucking your face. When I Pendik travesti feel your tongue enter me deeply only to slide up and suck my clit I beg you with my hips to push your thumb as deep as you could while your lips put pressure on just the right spot. My head is thrown back on the bed and I am panting and moaning. It only takes a moment straining up against you, and I cum harder and more intense than ever in my life.

As you crawl up from between my legs – kissing my stomach, ribcage, breasts and collarbones- my nails digging lightly in your shoulders urging you again to my mouth. I don’t understand it but I am more than ready for you again. I didn’t even notice we lost power because of the raging storm and want nothing more than to be out on that balcony, naked, getting pelted by the rain while you fuck me. I want to be bent over the railing, or on my knees sucking you dry, or pressed up against the balcony window….. I cannot stop these thoughts from running through my mind. But as I feel your cock sliding up my inner leg as you cover me with your body I decide I can wait and ask you how you would feel about going outside after you slide deep inside of me and I can experience what I have been thinking about all evening……

Jim:

The room is filled with darkness, the only light supplied by the incessant lightening strikes. The only sound filling the room is Kelley’s cries of passion as I bring her to climax with my tongue.

She asks me to fuck her on the balcony, right in the middle of the hurricane. I hesitate for a moment, contemplating the danger of her request. The human being is a great conductor of electricity, the debris flying through the air in the high winds, the rain pelting the building where we’re staying.

As if God himself were ordaining our union that evening, the storm suddenly lightens. Perhaps the eye was close to us, passing by overhead, allowing us several minutes of reprieve.

I pull Kelley from the bed and lead her to the balcony. I slide the door open and feel the rain blow on us immediately. It happens in waves and where moments earlier, the winds gusted, they now caressed. The rain felt amazing, washing the stickiness and sweat from our bodies as we clung to each other, kissing more passionately than before.

I pressed Kelly against the railing, the rain still heavy against both of us. She is wild, unrestrained in the storm and completely uninhibited. She wraps her legs around me as I plunge deep inside of her. She lets her head fall back, feeling the rain wash over her face as I pump my hips in and out of her. Her grip on the railing is tight. It’s not because she’s afraid of falling. She is simply trying to maintain some sort of restraint as I fuck her harder. Her pussy welcomes me and I take full advantage.

I pull her toward me and spin her around. She grasps the railing and thrust her ass toward me, inviting me in from behind. I eagerly grab her hips and slide in easy, watching the rain wash down her back and slide off my stomach as I thrust into her deeper.

I move steadily, yet forcefully, feeling my cock fill every bit of her. I reach down and pull her hair back as I thrust again powerfully. I know the eye is passing as a break in the darkness above lets several small beams of light through.

The rain lightens as I slide out of her and feel myself explode. The cum drenches her back, but only for a moment as the rain quickly washes it. Kelley drops to her knees, taking my shaft in her mouth, sucking it dry.

The sun suddenly bursts through the sky and we feel its warmth wash over us. We stand naked, holding each other’s wet bodies for only a few moments before we hear the roar of the storm off in the distance. We know what comes next and decide we’d better go for round two in the room.

Our soaked and exhausted bodies fall to the bed where we become a mess of entangled limbs and tongues, holding each other as if these were our last moments together, desperately prying for time to extend itself on our behalf.

The building quaked and rocked several times that night, but we rode out the storm together in the sexiest fashion I’ve known. There has never been a thunderstorm since that hasn’t reminded me of that night – of the passion and the sex in the eye of a hurricane with Kelley.

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The doorbell rang and Janet opened the door and was greeted by a young guy with a holdall and a name tag on his jacket.

” Hi I am Andy and I am selling personal items if you would like me to demonstrate?” the chap explained to her.

Janet was intrigued and let the guy into the hallway of her home out of the cold.

She then said, “come into the lounge and you can show me what you have.”

The young lad looked only about 18 to Janet as she looked him up and down as he passed her and walked into the lounge.

” Sit down, make yourself comfortable,” Janet suggested. She noticed him looking at her as she moved around the room in her housecoat. She had not long showered and was naked under the housecoat, but she did not feel threatened by this guy at all.

Janet was shown various creams to reduce aging and wrinkles and then Andy showed her the erotic collection he had in his bag, such as vibrators, strap on items and all manner of harnesses and straps and DVDs.

” Wow, I did not know they made these so big!” Janet exclaimed as she held up a rather large Dildo. The thing was about 12″ long and was really thick and had veins standing out like mountain ranges throughout its length. She seductively smoothed her hand over the tip of it as she looked Andy in the eyes.

Janet was playing with the lad now and loved the way she had him squirming in his seat on the couch. She even saw him have to adjust his trousers when she was playing with that big Dildo.

” How can anyone take such a big thing inside them?” Janet asked the lad. She wanted him to blush with embarrassment and she was not disappointed.

” You have to be gentle and prepare yourself well”, he said in return.

Janet looked at him with a smile and asked if he would show her, if they went upstairs and she turned and walked to the door.

” Come along”, Janet commanded and the lad, eagerly followed with his bag over his shoulder.

Janet showed the lad into her bedroom. It was a beautiful room with a big bed covered in lace white sheets and pretty pillows, with white sheepskin rugs scattered around the floor. There was also a large dressing table that ran along the wall under the window, which had a very long mirror above it, which seemed to make the room look double the size.

Janet sat on the bed and motioned for Andy to do the same. She watched him place his bag on the chair by the bed and sit down beside her.

” What do I need to do first then Andy?” Janet asked him in an innocent voice that she thought would tease him a little and get him into this some more.

She was pleased when Andy suggested she lay back and get comfortable. She smiled when he said that most women have to cum at least once first before they are wet enough to take the big one.

She watch with anticipation as Andy removed the big weapon from his bag and placed it carefully on the bed next to her.

” Do you have anything else in there I can use first?”, Janet asked looking at the bag on the chair.

Andy handed her a smaller vibrator Bağdat Caddesi Travesti from his bag and this one was only about 6″ long and much slimmer. She held it easily in her hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it with her bright red lipstick covered lips, making a loud kiss sound as she did so.

Andy asked Janet to lie back on the bed and as she did so, she let her housecoat drape open at the bottom revealing her long shapely legs to Andy.

She could see was interested in her as his eyes were all over her, undressing her in his mind as he looked her up and down.

” Can you undo my buttons for me, Andy?” Janet asked him. She then watched as the young lad moved his trembling hands to her housecoat and started to fumble with the buttons. She knew she was at least 20 years older than him, but the sight of this young lean man, taking an active interest in her and her body was exciting her.

She watched as one by one he worked the buttons loose and then parted her housecoat, revealing her naked body to his lustful gaze as he did so.

She heard Andy wolf whistle, when the material parted and this made her feel wonderful inside. She knew that her ample breasts and neatly trimmed pussy were now on display to the lad and that he liked what he saw. She had kept her figure well and she loved getting admiring glances from guys when she wore he bikini on the beach as they eyed her curves, so she had hoped that Andy would approve.

” You can touch if you like” she told Andy and he did not need to be told twice. He felt her breasts and nipples and then slid his hands over her body and down between her legs like his life depended upon it.

” Slow down, I am not going anywhere and you won’t get caught” Janet told him. He appeared to be acting like she was quick grope in the cinema. But he followed her instructions and was soon delicately caressing her body, giving her pleasurable feelings inside.

She held his hand and pushed in between her legs, then she took his fingers and showed him what to do with her clit, brushing it gently and caressing it with her own juices from her inner lips.

” Oh yesss, that’s really good” Janet said as he soon caught on and became an instant expert in manipulating her most delicate erogenous zone.

She could feel that she was really wet and she asked him to use the Vibrator now.

The coldness of the latex head of the small vibrator nudged her lips and she felt Andy moving it up and down the lips, then over her clit and back down again getting it really wet.

Then she felt it part her lips and slide into her easily.

In and out, in and out it went with each trust of the vibrator she felt so good down there, a warm tingling sensation that was getting more intense all the time.

She looked up at Andy’s face and saw him smiling and loving what he was doing to her as she lay there below him, naked and at his mercy.

Janet looked down her body, past Andy’s hand that was pushing back and forth with the vibrator and Bostancı travesti over to the mirror, she could see herself and Andy on the bed and could see the vibrator as Andy pulled it out and plunged it back into her, when it disappeared from view as she took it completely.

Her breathing was getting quicker and she could not hold back, as her orgasm built inside her body, she knew it would not be long and she would cum all over his hand and the vibrator.

” Fuck me, fuck me harder” she screamed at Andy as the feeling went wild inside her.

” Push deeper, fuck me, fuck me harder”

She felt Andy speed up and pushing hard as he really fucked her pussy with the latex shaft in his hand.

” YESSSSSS!!!!!” she cried as she came and her juices began to flow in her pussy. She could hear the vibrator start to make squelching sounds now as she was so wet down there.

Her body was shaking and her breathing heavy as she looked at Andy and asked him to use the big boy now.

” Give it to me nice and slow with that big brute Andy” she said to him as he picked up the 12″ Dildo and moved it towards her hot wet pussy.

She felt the weight it as Andy laid it on her belly as he parted her legs wider. Then she felt it against her mound and touching her lips as Andy got it wet on her pussy juices which were everywhere.

She was eager for this, but still a little worried about its size.

” Take it easy with me” she said to Andy as she looked into his eyes and held his wrist.

She saw him wink and smile and he said it would be ok.

She released her grasp on his wrist and he was now free to work the head of the big Dildo around her lips to lube it up.

Andy asked her what she wanted

” I want to feel it, I want to feel it inside me, I want you to fuck me with that huge thing” She said in return.

She then felt a pressure starting against her lips. She could feel just pressure, getting harder against her delicate pussy lips.

It did not feel like normal, it did not feel like any cock she had taken before, this was different. It was so big, the head was so big, almost like a fist, but more rounded.

She tried to watch it in the mirror, but the bulk of if was blocking the view of her pussy. She raised up on her elbows and looked down to see the head was pushing against her and was drawing her lips inside her as they were pressed by the massive head of this cock.

She smiled at Andy and watched as he pushed it harder against her.

Then she felt something give a little and then some more and looking down she could see that her lips had finally parted and were stretching apart to allow this monster inside.

She felt it go in an inch and her pussy was starting to open to accommodate it slowly.

The feelings were intense and she knew she would cum anytime.

” Oh my god, that is just so fucking big, I feel so stretched by that thing, Wow!!”

Andy asked her if it was ok to go on.

” Don’t you dare stop, I want that thing in me”

Andy Kartal travesti continued to push.

Janet came as the huge head burst through the opening of her pussy into her love tunnel beyond.

” Yes, yes , I want it, I want that big bastard up me, I want to be fucked hard” she cried out at Andy.

She felt the cock sliding ever deeper into her and she felt almost like she was being split apart, but it felt great.

” More Andy, push it deeper, get that big dick right in me, I want its balls slapping my ass” she screamed.

The big cock disappeared, inch after inch. It got tight at about 8 inches, but she moved about a bit and seemed to be able to take some more of it, then she felt it, the feeling she had been waiting for, she could feel the balls slapping her ass as Andy pushed the Dildo all the way inside her.

” Oh Andy, that is great, It has so full of cock, fuck me with it Andy, fuck me now”

She felt the cock withdrawing as Andy pulled it out some and then pushed it back.

She was in heaven, she was being fucked by this big powerful cock, it was pumping a good 7 ” in and out of her soaking wet pussy, making her cum over and over.

” Fuck me harder, deeper, harder Andy” she knew she was going to cum again.

She felt it building as Andy pulled the cock almost completely out of her and plunged it all the way back in. The feelings were electric as they sent shock waves through her body as she approached another orgasm.

” YES, YES, i’m going to cum again, oh yesssss”

Then with a final big push Andy brought her off again and her juices flooded out of her as best they could with the big dildo filling her so fully.

Andy finally pulled the Dildo from her and it made a ‘plop’ sound as it slipped out and her pussy lips were released from their stretched position.

Janet lay there exhausted on the bed, sweat on her brow and breasts and juice running from her well fucked pussy.

She looked at Andy and asked him to undress.

” Come and lay naked with me Andy, I want to feel a real cock now, lay behind me”

Andy stripped and she watched as the young lad with his stiff boner pointing skywards got back on the bed and snuggled up behind her.

” Just be gentle” she whispered

She felt the young hands on her again; they began to caress her breasts and tummy.

She felt the head of Andy’s cock pushing impatiently between her butt cheeks and she just relaxed and felt him slip inside her pussy.

Andy had a good stiff 7″, but it was not too thick so it did not stretch her anymore.

She loved the feel of this young stud as he rode her from behind, pushing deep into her whilst he fondled her breasts.

Then she felt him tense up and knew it would not be long, so she pushed back at him and made him go deeper and then she felt him cum deep inside her pussy, filling her with his cum as she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she was still lay on her side on the bed.

She looked around and she was alone, she knew her pussy felt different and reached down with her fingers to find it soaking wet with her juices and cum. She had wondered if she had dreamt it all, but the note on her pillow thanking her for her order let her know it was no dream.

She eagerly awaits Andy’s next visit when he delivers her new toy.

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Note: I recommend that you read my story The Room at p127 (or click on my name above) before proceeding to this story. There is no continuity involved but the two do go nicely together and enrich the context. The Room actually exists, incidentally.

We have added a double bed mattress to The Room. It leans against the wall until required, which is frequently.

Outside the day is hot but The Room is fresh and cool. We have had a delicious lunch. My lover has amazing talent in the kitchen. She can produce gourmet food in a trice. We are drinking the last of a superb unwooded chardonnay, courtesy of her cellar. This is just about our favourite white wine. I jest sometimes that a bottle of this wine is a guarantee of getting into her knickers.

She is wearing, at my request, a filmy dress of autumn tones that complement the colours of The Room. I like the way this dress flows around her slender body and allows me to see its outline. She wears bra and panties underneath. I know. I felt her up while she made lunch.

I sit on the mattress and lean against the wall.

‘Stand over by the fireplace and lift up your dress’.

She looks at me with her proud woman-gaze, sips her wine then puts her glass on the mantelpiece.

‘Want to look, do you?’

‘Of course’.

‘Front or back?’

‘Let’s start with your back’.

Her shoes sound softly on the polished wooden floor, setting up a little echo.

She stands, legs slightly apart, and reaches for the hem of her dress. I stare in wonderment, mesmerised by lust.

‘Take your cock out. I want to be able to see it when I turn around’.

I unzip gingerly. No need to stroke it to attention. It is fully Anadolu Yakası Travesti erect in anticipation of the show.

She lifts her dress, initially with only her right hand. Tantalisingly slowly… baring calf… thigh… buttock… hip…

‘You are beautiful!’ I hear myself exclaim fervently.

Both hands now, in a teasingly slow manner… She holds it just below her bottom… for an age, it seems… Then goes further, revealing the undercurve of her buttocks… I visualise the tiny white hairs that line these curves and lick them flat in my mind.

Higher now, holding the dress around her waist. A black string emerges from her ass crack and leads upward to a minuscule black triangle.

Mouth dry with excitement, hand maintaining a steady rhythm on my cock. The head of it is slick with fluid. My ‘over-active gland’ she calls it.

‘Shall I turn around now?’

‘Jesus Christ, please do…’

Lush curves, fine pale skin contrasting with black panties, firm thighs… Breathtakingly beautiful to look at…

She holds the dress up with one hand and takes her glass in the other, drinking the last of the wine before replacing the glass on the mantelpiece.

She walks towards me, letting me see the movement of her legs. She flows rather than walks. I have never seen a sexier walk.

Her eyes take in my cock and rhythmic hand. She will be very wet by now. I know her too well.

‘Lean forward’.

I do as bidden. She slips off her shoes and steps onto the mattress. There is sexual mischief afoot.

She lifts her dress and drops it over my head. I enter the wondrous world of ‘Chateau D’, the wonderfully earthy Antalya Travesti scent of bordeaux red that her cunt makes for me when she is aroused. My nose goes to her panties, rubbing against the wet fabric. I take long, satisfying, stimulating breaths of her arousal. This is connoisseur sex and I revel in it.

She turns to give me the back view. In a frenzy I rub my face on her cheeks, around and about, luxuriating in the sensation of the smooth flesh. I ease the string to the side and lick mindlessly along her crack.

In a sudden gesture she lifts her dress and moves away, leaving me to savour the scent she has left on my face. I plead with her, in desperation.

‘Come back… For god’s sake come back… I need more of that…’

‘I’m not sure I will’.

She takes my glass and sips sensually on the last of the wine.

I lean back against the wall, tugging on my cock, near to tears with frustration. She plays the tease game to perfection.

‘You can have these’.

She slips off her panties and tosses them to me.

‘Put a scent on your cock’.

Rubbing the panties wildly all over my face, almost distraught with gratitude. Stroking my cock distractedly with them, putting her scent along the length of it. She calls this ‘claiming’ me, asserting her sexuality and her sexual power over me. She knows a hundred ways to render me helpless.

‘Take your clothes off. Over by the piano’.

She takes my place on the mattress, leaning against the wall and watching me intently, stroking Lady Jane with her middle finger.

I do what I have been told, heaping my clothes on the piano stool.

‘Walk towards me. I want to see Ataşehir Travesti what you’ve got’.

My cock sways as I walk. My balls are taut and tight, their need for relief growing by the second. The atmosphere is rich with erotic intent.

She kneels in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth. This is one woman who knows her way around a cock. She is sexually supercharged. She pleasures bits of my cock that I never knew existed. She has forgotten more about cock sucking than most women ever learn.

The challenge for me is to hang on, given the skill of her touch. Fancy having that problem at sixty! My cock is gloriously hard and I am revelling in the male pride of presenting it to her.

Her hand and mouth are working together now with exquisite timing and pressure, bringing me further and further towards the brink.

I surrender to the inevitable.

‘Oh sweetie, it’s coming!’

Familiar feelings stir within me: balls drawing up; long, searching impulses somewhere back near my arse; a gathering of energy at the root of my cock. My mind flies off in another dimension, overwhelmed by an emotional tsunami. My pulsings start. I hold her head and cry joy and triumph as I come into her mouth, spurting copiously at

first, then mere drops. She takes the lot. The pulsings seem to go on forever, such is the force of her arousal of me. My heart must be good to tolerate such an assault!

Weak-kneed and jelly-legged I sink to the mattress. She puts her mouth to mine and we share the residual come. She rejoices in its taste and has taught me to share it with her.

She cuddles me to her breast and manoeuvres a nipple into my mouth. God knows I need a place of safe haven after intensity like that!

She will lie with me until I recover my senses. Then it will be her turn. In the meantime I know the peaceful sanctuary of her soft breast, her lovely nipple and her enveloping arms.

‘Nothing else is…’ as a poet once wrote.

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