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It turned out Stacy had never seen The Office, so you queue up season one and curl up next to your friend on the couch. Feeling bold, you lean gently into the curvy brunette, sipping your wine and munching on a handful of chips. Dinner was a cheap, crappy microwave chicken meal – flavourless and textureless – so you relish the opportunity to pig out a bit. You’re still a little on edge after your close call in the bathroom, but you feel your muscles relax as the buzz of alcohol, junk food, good company and good TV sets in. Although the panties you borrowed from Stacy’s sister-in-law are a little uncomfortable, they serve their purpose in keeping your secret tucked away. Just in case, you grab a pillow and surreptitiously slide it onto your lap, pretending you need somewhere to rest your glass.

The next few hours pass in a blur. While risky, your masturbation session in the shower earlier seems to have paid off, allowing you to relax and loll all over Stacy without any embarrassing reveals. She seems to be enjoying the hijinks at Dunder Mifflin, laughing loud and often at all the right moments. You make it through about six episodes – having the time of your life – before Stacy calls it a night. She yawns and stretches, almost punching you in the face with one large boob as she does so. Her bountiful breasts strain against the flimsy black top as she arches her back, and you try to hide your obvious gawking.

“Nngh . . . almost three, huh,” she says, her voice a sleepy, tipsy mumble. Both chardonnay bottles are empty, as well as a pinot she produced from somewhere. “Wanna go to bed?”

You nod your hesitant assent, and she continues. “It’s Saturday, so we don’t have to set an alarm. We can play more tomorrow – maybe go shopping so you don’t have to wear Sandi’s clothes all weekend. C’mon, let’s hit the sack.” Drowsily, she flips off the TV and pulls you to your feet, and together you stagger to the bedroom.

Stacy collapses on the big double bed, causing it to wobble slightly. She burrows under the covers and pops her head out, beckoning you in. “Come on, Mindeeee,” she slurs. “You can have Darren’s half.”

Suddenly wide awake, you realise what she meant by ‘bunking’ together. “Oh, jeez, Stacy, I don’t know if I can… maybe I should just – the couch?”

“Rubbish!” Stacy says with a giggle, patting the bed next to her. “You have to stay here, so I can talk to you until we fall asleep. Like a real sleepover!”

Sighing, you give in. It’s late, and your brain is starting to shut down. You think you can probably sleep peacefully for at least one night, so you slip into bed next to Stacy – subtly rearranging your package as you do so. Don’t want any surprises in the night.

Stacy tries to chat with you for a few minutes, but she’s obviously tired, so you gently suggest that the two of you get to sleep. She agrees, and you thankfully sink back into the comfy bed – it smells of Stacy – and close your eyes.

***

“Mindy…Mindy?”

Your eyes flutter open. It’s still pitch black, the ceiling invisible somewhere above you. Somewhere, a clock ticks. You try to answer, but your throat is parched so all that comes out at first is a sort of soft whistle.

“You awake? No? Good…” Stacy’s whisper is throaty and soft, and some quality in her voice catches your attention and stops you from trying to speak again.

You hear rustling sheets from next to you. Carefully, in infinitesimally small movements, you tilt your head to the left until you can see Stacy – well, not really. There’s the faintest hint of light bleeding into the room under the door, so all you can see is the faintest, most indistinct silhouette. She’s lying on her back, like you – though you can only tell because her tits are the most recognisable part of her profile. It’s a hot night; she’s sloughed the sheets off.

Stacy breathes deeply, as if about to plunge into a swimming pool. A faint tinge of alcohol reaches your nose. You realise that’s not all. You can smell her. Her body, her musk, her … arousal?

“Mmph…” A quiet moan, barely more than a breath, expelled through tightly-clamped lips. The sound causes your eyes to grow wide in the darkness. Is she…?

She is. Convinced that you are asleep, Stacy is now rummaging around in the sheets and fingering herself. You strain your ears, and the distinctive, rhythmic rubbing can’t be mistaken. She sounds wet, too. Your cock, until now so very well-behaved, begins to twitch as you listen to your best friend frig herself.

Stacy moans again, a little louder this time. You’re sure she’d never do this normally, but the alcohol has loosened her up a lot more than you realised. She’s getting off while lying in the bed – the bed she shares with her fiance – next to you. The question, then, is what – or who – is she masturbating to? Do you really want to find out?

You’re in an awkward position now. As her ministrations grow more intense, the bed starts to wobble just a Sinop Escort little. Her voice breaks free more often, cute little moans that she swallows as soon as making them. Your cock is threatening to tear through your pajamas; you’ve kept it soft by sheer force of will thus far, but it’s becoming dangerous.

You have a choice here. You figure that if you stay silent, Stacy will finish and go back to sleep, none the wiser. Maybe you can go to the bathroom and jerk off again. Alternatively, you could interrupt her, potentially subjecting you both to deathly embarrassment and risking revealing your secret. Your heart pounds as you consider your options, trying desperately to stay still and not reveal that you are awake after all.

What do you do?

[[Is she? Yup, she’s totally DJ’ing right now 0__0 OK you can handle this Mindy. Just pretend your super hot friend isn’t touching her sexy bits and that you can’t see her perfectly huge tits. Juuuuust pretend that you aren’t 5 seconds away from ripping right through these panties. Shit none of this is helping D:

Mindy chooses to resist her baser instincts and wait it out in the darkness!]]

You lie perfectly still, keeping your breathing steady and level. It serves two purposes: convincing Stacy that you’re still asleep, and forcing your cock to remain under control. The beast is dormant, for now, but as Stacy grows more and more restless next to you, it becomes difficult to stay zen.

“Mmph…ooh… oh yeah,” she groans, bucking her hips up slightly and causing the bed to shake. “Fuck me, baby!” She’s completely lost in her own little world now; wet squelching sounds emanate from her pussy. She sounds absolutely drenched. Is it just the alcohol? Is she missing her usual bedmate? Or is it you?

Your mouth goes dry as you consider it, and your head starts to fuzz as blood rushes to your cock. It’s painful to keep it constricted now, so you slowly – ever so slowly – reach down to readjust it beneath the covers. Stacy is so enthralled by her own fantasies now that she couldn’t possibly notice. Carefully, you pull your semi-hard cock out, letting it jut out of the too-small panties. You don’t want to take the risk of being noticed, though, so you tuck it under the pajama t-shirt you’re wearing, laying its thick, hot length against your stomach. The contact makes you hiss involuntarily, but you stifle it. Stacy doesn’t seem to have noticed. This might have been a bad idea, you realise as the head of your cock settles into the valley between your small breasts, damn near scorching your delicate skin with its bulk and heat.

“Oh yes, yes yes yesssssss…!” Stacy is still hissing and moaning, panting as she pushes her hips skyward to accommodate her invisible lover. There’s no way she could possibly think anybody could sleep through this. “Fuck me, baby. I’m your dirty girl, I’m your slut, call me names, uggggh!”

You raise an eyebrow. She’s really getting into it, and you feel her radiating lust affect you as well. Your cock hardens and springs forward, trying to break out of the cotton prison you’ve confined it in. Your mouth stretches into an O but you manage to stop yourself from making a sound. God, this is doing crazy things to you. You can see Stacy’s faint outline heaving against the faint light from the hallway, hear her fingers digging into her wet pussy, smell her arousal in the air, feel every shake and bounce as she abandons herself to her secret pleasure. You could almost taste her, but you don’t dare move. You tremble, every muscle in your body wound tight like a spring, burning with desire and heat. Your cock tries to reach for the ceiling, but your t-shirt is keeping it contained for now. If Stacy turned on the light and looked over at you now, she would see its massive, bulging form straining against the grey cotton, running all the way up your front.

But she doesn’t. She won’t. She’s too absorbed in her own pleasure, ramping up to a serious orgasm. Her moans increase in pitch and frequency – she’s not exactly screaming, but she seems to have forgotten about your presence entirely. “Oooh!” she groans, shoulders clenching as the speed of her fingering ramps up. “I’m gonna cum, baby, give it to me. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!”

As Stacy’s body locks up, she clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her raw, animalistic groaning, but you can still hear it. Your cock twitches against your chest and a few drips of sizzling hot precum ooze from the tip, splashing unimpeded onto your bare skin. Stacy jerks and twitches, her whole body tense and shivering as she rides her high, before she crashes back down to earth, breathing deeply and unsteadily.

Fuck me, what a show. Even in the dark, you saw more than you ever thought you would. Now as she lies panting, her ample chest rising and falling roughly, all you can think of is making her scream your name. The fantasy is overpowering, and your cock is at full attention. You lie as still Sinop Escort Bayan as you possibly can, trying not to make a sound. Now that Stacy isn’t distracted, there’s a higher chance she’ll catch you.

But as it turns out, you needn’t have worried. You lie there for a few minutes in the dark, your own fluids dripping gently onto your chest, until Stacy’s breathing levels out. She rolls over and stretches, then slowly stops moving. Before long, she’s snoring peacefully. Not big honking snores, but cute little ones, expelled from the same lips that were stifling obscenities just minute s ago. When you’re sure she’s asleep, you carefully extract yourself from the bedcovers, and – hugging your erection tight against your belly – slip out to the bathroom, where you clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself. It’s not easy to make your erection subside after what you just saw, but you manage to manhandle it back into your panties. The thought of jerking off again crosses your mind, but the clock on the wall tells you it’s nearly five in the morning.

You stumble back to the bedroom and collapse into the bed next to Stacy. Having been out of the room for twenty minutes or so, you’re struck by how strong the smell of sex is. You’re too tired to be distracted now, though, so you finally get to sleep for real.

***

When you wake up, Stacy isn’t there. You hear her clanging around in the kitchen, and the smell of a cooked breakfast hangs in the air. You extract yourself from crumpled bedsheets and pad down the hallway to join her.

She doesn’t quite meet your eye. “Morning, Mindy!” she says. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. “Did you, uh, sleep well?”

“Like a log,” you say. That seems to reassure her.

After breakfast, she finds you some more of Sandi’s clothes. Your specially accommodating futa panties are now clean and dry, so you gratefully slide them on while she’s not watching, tucking yourself away so that you’re at least comfortable.

Stacy has laid out a number of outfits to choose from for your shopping date today. Sandi seems to have abandoned quite the wardrobe at her brother’s place, and she is damn near your size. What look do you go with?

Punk – ripped jeans and a wifebeater emblazoned with some unidentifiable band logo.

Slut – miniskirt and cropped halter top. So risky, so not like you, but kind of alluring.

Casual – a more modest skirt or pants, tank top and light cardi.

Fancy – Stacy doesn’t know what it is, but it’s awfully frilly. Almost looks like cosplay.

[[Mindy goes for the punk look! It’s a bit edgy and a bit sexy ;D plus it reminds her of when she was in a band in highschool]]

You dress quickly in the tight, distressed jeans – which press comfortably against your concealed ‘womanhood’ – and slip on the singlet. It’s black and has a deep scoop neck, so you wear a bra underneath just in case. With boobs like yours you often don’t bother, but you don’t really want to be flashing anybody today. It’s a warm spring morning – somehow it’s nearly eleven already – so you don’t feel the need for any extra layers. The ensemble takes you back to high school; having a proper office job means you don’t dress like this very often, especially considering you spend a lot of time lazing around home in your underwear.

Stacy warms up as she drives the two of you into town, getting over her earlier awkwardness. She seems to be convinced that you didn’t notice anything last night, and you’re certainly not willing to call her out on it. By the time she pulls into the department store carpark, the dynamic between you has returned to the fun, girls-only-party mood from the previous night. Almost forgetting what happened in the dead of night, you focus on the here and now. That chemical spill at your apartment building could be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Even as you focus on returning to normalcy, though, you can’t help but notice how damn good Stacy looks today. She’s wearing black jeans that hug her curves and highlight the shape of her ass, which sways sultrily as she walks ahead of you. You don’t think she’s even aware of it; the girl just naturally oozes sensuality. A modestly-cut green top completes the outfit, light and flowing with diaphanous panels that flutter in the breeze as she leads you through the underground carpark. Green is her colour, you decide absently. Really brings out her eyes.

Realising you’re falling back on your old habits of crushing on your friend, you blush and shake the thoughts from your head. You’re here to shop today.

Of course, you don’t have any money. You explained this to Stacy, but she waved you off with a laugh. “Babe, don’t sweat it,” she said. “We’ll get you a full outfit or two today, my treat. If you want to pay me back, we can go do something fun together this afternoon and call it square. It’s not often I get to have a day out with a girlfriend.”

With your schedule thus locked Escort Sinop in for the day, you let her lead you into the mall.

You blink as the elevator doors slide open. You’ve been here once or twice before, but the size and brightness of it all takes you by surprise every time. Your local shopping centre is a lot smaller and more conservative; it also doesn’t have arching glass ceilings, multiple floors of shops or people hawking goods at you from every corner. A lady grabs your arm as you pass, trying to sell you a face mask, but Stacy politely disengages you and ushers you towards the Macy’s that takes up a large chunk of the mall’s floor space.

What sort of items do you have Stacy buy for you? Remember, you’re picking clothes for your ‘date’ this afternoon (we’ll wear the punk outfit for a while longer, though). Let’s say a pair of shoes and up to a four-item ensemble.

[[Shopping spree! Leeeeets see here. Floral print flats, dark wash jean shorts, blue romper with white polka dots, yellow sun dress, and a cozy grey sweater :3]]

Stacy waits outside the dressing room in Womenswear as you try on various outfits and single items of clothing, parading each one in front of her as you do. First a new romper, china blue with white polka dots. It’s short and loose, letting you show off your legs without being slutty. It’s a perfect fit, and Stacy approves too, so you tuck it under one arm and keep looking.

You were a little tempted by the daring shortness of the miniskirt Stacy left out for you this morning – was that some kind of hint? – so you glance at some on the rack, but ultimately chicken out. Instead, you grab a couple of sundresses in different colours and hurry to try them on. The fit is good; the hem lies scandalously high on your thigh but the garment still manages to look innocent. You do a quick twirl in the dressing room, and in the mirror you catch an eyeful of the bulge in your panties. Okay, you figure. No big deal. Just no twirling.

“Should I get the yellow one, or this?” you ask Stacy, stepping out to show her the second item.

She tuts for a moment, tapping her chin. “Yellow,” she says at length. “The blue clashes with your hair.”

A couple of items later – you needed a new sweater for the coming winter season, and your favourite pair of jean shorts were getting holey – the two of you leave Macy’s laden with bags. Stacy’s also made some purchases which she promises, with a giggle, that she’ll show you later. You stop by a shoe store and pick up some cute floral-print flats to go with the new threads. Stacy suggests dropping into Victoria’s Secret, but you deflect. Last thing you need is for her to see you making a beeline for the ‘Endowed Ladies’ section in the back.

“You sure? Those panties you had on last night looked pretty stretched out, babe. They’d probably fit my fat ass by now.”

“Your ass isn’t fat!” you protest, unable to stop yourself from glancing at it. Well, not in the bad way. “And yes, I’m sure. I have plenty of underwear.”

“All right…” Stacy says slowly, frowning a little. “You don’t wanna change or anything?”

“I’m good for now,” you say, tapping the heel of your borrowed Vans on the lino to make sure they’re on properly. Standing, you take the shoes from Stacy and slot them in your bag, smiling gratefully. “I’ll change before we go this afternoon.”

“Alright, babe,” Stacy says, checking her watch. “We should grab something quick to eat first, then.”

At the food court, you split up briefly to find your own preferred fast food – KFC for Stacy, Subway for you – and reunite at a corner table. As you eat, Stacy nudges you and whispers across the table, “Hey… enjoying that footlong you have there?”

Her voice is decidedly sultry, and you just about choke on your sandwich in shock. This causes her to burst out laughing, and you sigh internally. Oh, thank God. She’s just teasing. “As a matter of fact, I am,” you say indignantly, as soon as you’ve stopped coughing.

“Really?” Stacy muses, raising a flirtatious eyebrow. “A footlong is never really enough for me, you know… It just can’t quite fill me up. Know what I mean?”

Jesus Christ. Does she even know what she’s doing to you? “Need an extra few inches, do you?”

“Oh darling, you know it!” she exclaims, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Didn’t fancy it today, though.”

“Just a bit of cock instead, hm?” you suggest, nudging her box of chicken.

Stacy snorts, prodding it with a finger. “I think this is breast, actually. Maybe thigh. You know, it’s hard to tell sometimes. I really should stop eating this crap.”

From there, the conversation turns to safer topics. After eating, you excuse yourself to the bathroom to change. Wearing Sandi’s clothes was fun, but the fit wasn’t quite perfect and they still weren’t your clothes, so you relish the opportunity to dress yourself properly. In the bright yellow sundress and floral flats, you feel a lot more like yourself. Smiling at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you admire the way that the fabric bunches loosely around your waist before falling freely to mid-thigh. You swish back and forth a little, making sure there aren’t going to be any wardrobe malfunctions.

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The rain and snow are coming down at the same time. It is a cold and miserable day and I just want to get home and get inside. As I pull into my driveway I drive through a puddle of icy water and as it is splashing on you that is when I see you standing there. I stop quickly and run to your side. As I apologize I tell you to get in the truck and I will take you to my house to get you warm and dry. You say it is not necessary but I insist that you do it. You get in the truck and we drive on up to my house and I help you out of the truck and into the house.

I lead you into the bathroom and start filling the bathtub with hot water. Setting out a towel and washcloth for you I tell you there is a robe on the back of the door you can put on while I dry your clothes. Asking you to put your clothes in the basket and set it out side the door I leave you to warm yourself in a hot bath. You set your clothes outside the bathroom door and I get them in the laundry to dry.

I go into the other bathroom and quickly get a shower. I put my robe on then return to the kitchen and begin making dinner. You come out of the bathroom Samsun Escort and tell me that you feel much better. I ask what you were doing out in this weather and you said you battery on your car was dead and you were going to get something to eat. I tell you that I am making dinner and you can eat with me as we wait for your clothes to dry. We sit at the table and eat our dinner and when we finish I put the dishes in the sink. You come over and start washing the dishes and I ask you not to because you need to rest and stay warm.

I take your hand and lead you to the couch. You lay down on the couch and I cover you with a blanket to help you stay warm. I sit on the other end of the couch and pick your feet up to put them in my lap. Softly I rub them to keep them warm and massage them for you. As I am massaging your feet I can feel you shaking and ask if you’re cold. You giggle and tell me that you are plenty warm but when you get your feet massaged it makes you extremely horny. I continue to massage your feet and I realize that you are masturbating. Asking if I can watch, you pull the blanket Samsun Escort Bayan off of you and I watch you as you rub your clit. You move your legs apart and slide your fingers inside your pussy. Moving your fingers in and out of your pussy you rub your clit with the other hand. As I watch you I see you trembling and your moans grow louder. You start shaking and your orgasm rolls through your body.

As you lie on the couch trembling I lean over and start softly kissing your pussy. You put your legs around me as my tongue slides up and down your lips. Putting your hand on my head you push me against your pussy as I gently rub your clit with my tongue. Your clit is swollen and throbbing as I wrap my lips around it and gently suck. Sliding my fingers inside you I suck your clit harder. As you hold my head you push up against my face harder and you start shaking. Your moans are loud as your orgasm rocks your body.

I move up over you and we kiss passionately as my erection presses against your clit. You tell me you want to get on the floor and I move off of you. We get on the floor Escort Samsun and you get between my legs taking my erection in your hand. You slide your hand up and down as you softly kiss my erection. Slowly you suck my erection into your mouth sending my excitement soaring. Moving up and down on my erection you suck it gently as you rub your clit against my leg. With my desires climbing higher I start to shake and push up against you as I grab your hair and erupt in a wonderful orgasm.

You move up over me and we kiss tenderly as you rub your pussy against my erection. I feel your hard clit rubbing against it as you move back and forth. Holding you in my arms I turn us over and place my erection at your opening. Slowly I push inside you feeling the warmth of your pussy on my erection. Our passion is screaming as loud as our moans as I move in and out of you pushing hard against your clit each time. You warp your legs around me and pull up against me as I push harder and faster into you. We begin to tremble and shake as we explode in a beautiful orgasm.

Exhausted from our pleasure we collapse and put our arms around each other, kissing tenderly as our bodies softly touch. Our trembling subsides as we begin to catch our breath and gently touch each other. As we lie on the floor you tell me I can splash you anytime and I tell you that I will rub your feet for you whenever you want.

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I left Houston, with the promise that a draft would be deposited in our account and was given a small but heavy box for Melanie. I was told that she would know when it could be opened. I also promised Winnie, that should she ever need another session, as she put it, I would be there to help.

She was one of those sound and good people that you come in contact with, every so often. She reminded me a lot of the man who set me up in business.

I also came away from Houston, with an idea, one that would probably be put to good use. Winnie had difficulty arching her back which may have lessened her sensations, not by much, but I am a believer in every little bit helps. We needed to find one of those hospital beds that raises and lowers in different spots and modify it. From what Melanie told me, this woman was involved in more high-society social clubs and knew more women than any four jet-setters. I could only believe that most of these women were around Winnies age. As a result, I could see where the modified bed would make a difference.

While I was waiting in the airport, I couldn’t help but think of the first woman I met here in Houston. I felt I owed her a debt of gratitude that I would have gladly paid. I sent out a silent prayer that her son was well and that she no longer had to suffer at the hands of others, while looking for a little mercy and kindness.

I called Melanie and thanked her.

“Why,” she asked.

“Because of the gift that you asked Winnie to give me. It was the thought of you that gave me the release I needed.”

“I only wish I could have been there for you John. I hate this being apart even for just two days. I feel like part of me is missing.”

“I know. It’s the same with me.”

“John, Carol and I talked.” There was a long pause.

“Oh.” I said, “You honestly don’t expect me to be surprised do you?”

She chuckled, “No I guess not, but this effects all of us, including Mark.”

“So, you two have finally decided to cut Mark in on the business. It’s about time.”

“John, I hate it when you do this to me. Here I am, all worried and you act like all this was your idea.”

“Oh my lovely one with the short memory. That night with the twins, when Carol took Mark away, I told you what Carol secretly wanted and, just for the record, I was the one who brought them together.”

“I know,” she said. “Carol told me about your meddling and how you basically tricked them into having sex.”

“Well, aren’t you happy for Carol?”

“Of course I am.”

“Well. Aren’t you going to grovel at my feet and beg for forgiveness at ever doubting my work.”

“Oh yes my darling.” Her voice dripping with honey. “Just as soon as you bring home a pig with wings.”

“Over did it, huh.”

“As usual,” she replied.

“We’re boarding now. See you in a few hours.”

“I’ll be there to pick you up.”

———-

We met, hugged and kissed like a seen from a movie. Then Melanie grabbed my hand saying. “Come on I want to get you home and screw your lights out.”

“Can I play with you on the way?” I asked in a teasing voice.

“That wouldn’t be safe. I loose way to much control when I climax. We’d have a major accident and I’m looking to have more than one good orgasm before I die.”

“Good point, but I’m willing to pay for any speeding tickets.”

The moment that she closed the door to the apartment, I dropped my suitcase, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Our tongues intertwining as my hands played over her back and I could feel her breasts against my chest.

My desire for her was so high that I felt I wanted to devour her, to taste her, to force my tongue up inside her. I pulled away from our kiss and slid my body down hers. As my knees hit the floor, I hiked her tight skirt up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. A quick few seconds later my tongue was working its way between the folds of her labia, searching out her tiny clit.

I wanted to make her come there, in the entry-hall, but her desperate cries of, “Oh God John. My legs can’t support me like this and I want to come. Please take me to our bed. Then I need you to put your tongue back in me and make me come.”

I carried her to our bedroom, her panties falling to the floor along the way. I positioned her so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. When I grabbed her ankles and raised her legs, she fell back and her skirt rose up as I spread them wide. The view of her beautiful pussy, with its now stimulated and puffy lips made me buried my tongue deep into her in and effort to taste what I had been longing for.

We spent that evening and most of the night, exploring and savoring each others bodies as if it was our first time together.

———-

The next morning we had a meeting. The four of us discussed where we were and where we needed to be.

Melanie spoke, “As far as the investors, we have Nikkie and Winnie on board for the Palm Springs venture and the twins for next years Palm Beach deal.

“I’m beginning Samsun Escort to look at it more seriously. There are some great opportunities out there. But for now, we need two more investors for here.

“Sybil Tishman and her Barracuda Lawyer will be in town this weekend and IS will be here Tuesday. Nikkie said she wanted to be here when IS arrived. If we can’t lock both of these women up, there is still the Russian Mafia Princess and Velma Price. Her husband controls the gold, literally, they do the majority of North Americas gold refining in Canada, but she controls him.

“So, that said, we should be in good shape and on schedule as I have just made the half-down required payment on the place. It is now official. We have it; minus the final payment that is. I have an agreement with the seller, we can begin work on the place any time we want.

“I turned in my notice to my broker and he tearfully wished me luck. So I’m now free to go at this full time, except for three more closings that I have to attend.

“Now, a quick word about the squeaky, nasally, voiced Sybil Tishman and her Lawyer the infamies Ms. Daphne Daws. Sybil is trying to get out from under the thumb of her controlling lawyer. She asked that no matter what happens at our meeting, we go along and say nothing. She said, if we do as she asks she will insure that we get our investment money.

“Personally I don’t like being a pawn in someone else’s game and I told her so, but she begged me and said that I’d understand after. I know what you’re thinking Carol, that she has lost a few screws, but I’m asking you all to go along on this with me. It’s just a feeling I have, but I’ve got to tell you, I am biased against this Daphne Daws.”

I spoke, “Unless Carol has a different take on this, I say what do we have to lose but time.”

Carol spoke, “I am not a big fan of the well traveled Tishman girl, but I’ll back Melanie and I see more potential for good than bad.”

Mark felt obliged to speak, “I’m the new guy and feel lucky to have fallen in with the three of you. As far as I’m concerned, if any one of you told me I should go out and screw a goat, I’d do it without question.”

“Well,” I spoke up, “Mark there is this…”

Carol gave me a smack in the back of the head.

“You’re being an ass again John.”

Melanie piped in. “Thank you Carol, you just saved me the trouble of doing the same thing.”

I had been put in my place, at least for a while.

“Well,” Carol spoke, “I guess it’s my turn. We have lined up all the vendors and bids are coming in. Once we get the remainder of the financing, we can place our orders and begin the long process of hiring a staff. I have had an administrator here for a long time and he gave me a recommendation for a good man who just happens to be available, so we will need to bring him in early. He will be responsible for setting the chain of command in the hospital clinic area only. We need other management for the Spa, food service, grounds maintenance and your area.” (nodding at me) “That, I believe we should keep separate from the clinic and spa, but overlapping in both those areas. I guess what I’m saying or asking, is how best do we do this.”

“Well,” I spoke, “instead of having an administrator or manager, we should look at a coordinator, who will work with the spa and clinic management to insure there is a smooth flow and to keep either section from trying to be the controlling party.”

“I see what you’re saying,” Carol began. “Administrators are notorious for trying to gain more power over every segment of operations. Yes, a coordinator would keep both Spa and Clinic management in check. So, now we have our management flow-chart.”

Both Melanie and Carol looked at Mark and I.

“Mark and I will begin to lay out a total of six different rooms. That will accommodate the needs of different women.”

“Why so many rooms.” Melanie asked, “That’s chewing up a lot of valuable space.”

“Hear me out, Winnie, made me realize two things, one we need to provide some specialized service. An example is, we need to design a bed , similar to a hospital bed that will move to help older women and women with weight problems. Secondly, we need different levels of opulence. Along with the sliding scale of client cost.”

Mark, spoke, “As far as the moving bed, I could see a use for it in every room no matter the clients age or weight, I have tried with some success to get women to be on all fours and ejaculate, a bed that would take the pressure off their arms would work better. And I think I have seen the type of bed that is already out on the market that would work perfectly for us.”

Mark and I seemed to be talking to just each other.

When Carol broke in, “Boys, remember us?”

“Well,” I went on, “aside from that, we need to train up some qualified people and just finding them will be a task. We aren’t even sure what the criteria should be. Mark and I will have to work that part out.”

We were finishing up, when my cell phone rang, Samsun Escort Bayan to the annoyed look of everyone else. I looked and didn’t recognize the number but was afraid it might be one of my drivers, so I answered. It was Tanya. She was here in Pine Valley wanting to know if I really meant what I said about helping her. She was calling from Denies. I told her to sit tight and I’d meet her there.

Everyone was looking at me, especially Melanie.

“And who was that.” she asked.

“Let me start off by saying; one, I need your help Carol; two, I have an idea; three, I need you, (looking at Melanie) to come with me; four, can we have dinner at Carols and after can I get both of you to ejaculate for me? I know I’m being cryptic but before I give up my idea, I need both your reactions.”

“Why are you being so mysterious.”

“Do you trust me.” I asked them.

I got two no’s and a yes that came from Mark, for which I thanked him.

I pulled Melanie into my pickup and off to Denies we went. Her arms were folded in front of her chest as we pulled in.

“Aren’t you going to tell me anything?”

“Yes, but only in bits and pieces until it all comes together.”

This answer was not endearing me to her, but I held my ground. We walked in and I spotted her instantly. She was hard to miss. She saw me and a big smile came over her as she slid out from the table until she noticed Melanie.

“Tanya, hi. I’m glad you decided to take me up on my offer. This is the woman I am going to marry as soon as she will let me. Melanie, this is Tanya, I met her in Atlanta.

“Her so called friends were taking advantage of her and I offered to help if she ever decided she wanted it. It looks like she was smart enough to take me up on my offer. I need coffee,” I said and we all sat in the booth.

“Tanya, I promised help, and I assume you don’t have a place to stay.”

“No,” she said as she hung her head.

Melanie was softening towards this woman who was obviously lost and frightened.

“Well, I’ll get you put up in the motel, next door. The Travel Eze, at least until you can get your own place and, if I can convince both this lady and another of your ability that could help other women, I can get you a good paying job and help you with your battles.”

“You can get me a job?” She asked, now with hope in her eyes.

Melanie was now starting to put two and two together and thought she had the answer, and was relaxing even more.

“Melanie, I told Tanya that Carol could probably help with her weight and with the battle she was suffering from. A problem that her friends were taking advantage of.”

“I know for a fact that Carol has helped women with weight problems, but from what I understand, there are a number of different cures that she has at her disposal, not to mention the potential at our new place.”

“I don’t understand,” Tanya was saying. “New place?”

I looked at Melanie, “Why don’t you explain.”

Melanie and Tanya were becoming more animated as they talked and asked questions of each other.

“Ok, let’s get Tanya settled so she can get cleaned up and we’ll pick her up for dinner at six, how’s that.”

Melanie asked, “Is there any thing else you need, I know a place at the strip mall just down the street that has some cute outfits at bargain prices.”

Tanya, now embarrassed, “Well, if you don’t mind the way I’m dressed now, I don’t need anything.”

Melanie was pulling her arm, “Nonsense, this will be my welcoming gift to you. John give me the keys to your pick-up, Tanya will give you the keys to her car. You can check her in and bring everything she has into the room, while I show Tanya this great shop.”

They left me standing there to pay for the coffee and lug Tanya’s stuff into a motel-room I had to pay for and they didn’t even ask me to join them.

After I finished my manual labor, I bought a slurpy from 7/11 and sat on the fender of Tanya’s 02 faded black Camero. I waited, there for what seemed like two days, before they pulled in, both with the satisfied smiles that can only be seen on women who just came back from a productive day of shopping.

We left and headed back to the clinic, where Melanie proceeded to fill-in, what she thought, was all the blanks for Carol. Carol agreed, there were treatments that she could use on this poor girl that would probably benefit her and she wood take time out tomorrow to examine her and go from there. Carol was looking forward to meeting this poor unfortunate, that I had taken pity on.

———-

Once dinner was done and we were all relaxed, I told the three women “Why don’t you all get into robes and let me make you two ejaculate and let Mark get Tanya to ejaculate.

Mark knew immediately that this was yet another of my tests to improve his abilities and he knew he had a challenge in front of him; one that he knew I had already overcome.

When they came back in, Melanie and Tanya in terry robes and Carol in a solid black silk Escort Samsun robe, I said, “Tanya I need to talk to you for a moment. We’ll meet you in the bedroom in just a minute.”

Everyone else became instantly curious as I pulled Tanya aside.

As Carol discarded her robe, I asked Mark to watch Carols reactions closely.

With her usual grace, she lay on the bed, knowing what to do and what to expect. She quickly became responsive as I pushed every button that I knew to push, to get her to ejaculate. It wasn’t long before she started to buck. As she started to squirt, Tanya dropped her robe. Once her spurts stopped, Tanya was between Carols legs with her tongue buried deep in Carols cunt. Everyone gasped, especially Carol.

“Relax,” I told her, “just feel it. Let her do her job.

Carols face was wide eyed as she felt the live tongue work inside her. Shock and disbelief were planted on her face.

“Oh My God” were her first words as Tanya’s tongue worked deep inside her.

“Oh shit that cant be. Oh my, oh shit, oh fuck oh god, oh I’m cumming.”

She began to thrust her hips as Tanya stayed with her, tongue still working inside as gush after gush spilled out around Tanya’s lips.

When Carol stopped spurting she began, “No more; I cant take any more, please.”

She was scooting back trying to get Tanya’s tongue out of her. It continued to flick until Carol had pulled herself far enough back and the tongue was completely out. Mark came over to Carol with a dildo and Carol shook her head, “No, no, god no.”

Her arms that she used to pull herself back were trembling. She could barely catch her breath as she exclaimed, “Was that your tongue in me? Oh god, it was like having a giant snake crawling up inside me and when she pushed it against the same spot that John and Mark hit, it felt different from when they do it; even though I was squirting. It was an insane feeling, it felt to good and I couldn’t take any more. I felt I was in a panic, trying to get a live thing out of me. Her tongue was in me so deep and was working against places that I never felt before.”

“Can we use her,” I asked.

“Good lord, with her I wouldn’t need you two.”

“Ok, now I want you to think, how well do you feel this aspect of a session would be accepted. Don’t answer until Melanie understands what this feels like.”

“Me,” came a squeak from Melanie.

“Yeah my love, in order to understand the implications here, I need you to experience it and then tell us what you think.”

Carol spoke. “He’s right, I’d like to compare notes. It was a wonderful experience, but I need to talk to someone who can understand what I’m saying.”

“Carol, John, I really am not into other women.”

“I know, and if I didn’t think this important, I wouldn’t have done things this way. I’ll be here with you my love.”

“I guess, I can do this once, but never ask me again, please John promise.”

“Melanie, tell me no now and I’ll kiss you and make love to you and never bring this up again.”

“John, make me cum and let Tanya make me cum.”

“Yes my love,” I said as I laid her back and began to make her relax and feel and let go.

It took longer than normal, but Melanie was now squirting and when she stopped Tanya was between her legs, tongue working as Melanie cried, “Oh, John, Carol, it’s so deep and she is moving it so fast. John she is making me cum, nowww,” she cried as her spasm hit and she began to squirt. Tanya tried to swallow what she could as it spurted against her lips. Tanya’s tongue was still working and Melanie seemed frozen in place.

“Oh I feel it moving around inside me like it is alive. It’s pushing and stroking. It’s making me cum; John hold me, I’m cumming.”

She did, she came hard and long as Tanya did not let up.

Melanie moaned, “John, no more John please.”

I spoke to Tanya. “Tanya, you did great, that’s all for now, no more. Mark will make you cum now, you were wonderful, now it’s your turn, let Mark make you cum ok?”

She slid back and moved to the side of the bed where Carol had been and got on to all fours.

I told Mark, it was easier if when he pushed down on the spot he should also pull back and she will come like that.

I held Melanie and kissed her.

Carol handed her a robe and whispered, “Come on we can leave them and talk.”

“Carol, before we go do you mind if Tanya gives Mark an oral release?”

Carol smiled, “It’s up to you Tanya. With a tongue like yours, he’s in for a treat.

Before leaving I went up to Tanya, “Tanya, only if you want to would you give Mark release after. Of course, only if he does a good job for you that is.”

She looked up at me, “He’s not doing to bad now.”

“Mark, Tanya said she would let you feel her tongue in action if you do a good job for her and Carol would like your input after.”

I left and Carol and Melanie were already engrossed in conversation.

“It was like having a snake shoved in my pussy. It wouldn’t stop moving, I could feel the tip of it flicking over places so deep in me, just the thought of it made me cum.”

Melanie agreed, “…and did she suck your clit in her mouth as the base of her tongue massaged it and the tip was working on my G-Spot. It was almost like the first time John made me cum.”

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I know you’re here with someone else. I know we have only met for a friendly drink, which was a painful exercise in self-control. I also know you’re standing in the corner taking a breather from non-stop small-talk.

I stand up from the bar with a glass of wine for you, the same label you had at the restaurant when we met. It’s not a great party-rather stuffy, actually, so I’m determined to make some fun just for us.

You’re in that dress: short, black, a little sparkly, plunging to reveal a dignified amount of decolletage. Your thick auburn hair is done simply. You are possessed of a quiet elegance that drives me mad. You turn and smile as I approach, and I hand you the glass.

“Thanks,” you say coyly, and look down as I gaze at you. “Kind of a boring party, huh?”, I ask. You nod. People crowd around your date, his magnetism drawing attention with little effort. “Quite a guy you have there,” I say and smile. You smile back quietly.

I hook my hand around your arm and whisper, “Want to get some air?” It’s not a question. We walk slowly to the porch overlooking Newport’s Cliff Walk. The surf beats in the night, and a cool breeze pours in from the sea. It’s enough to chill you, so I take off my suit jacket and drape it over your shoulders.

As I do, I close the front tightly and Şanlıurfa Escort pull your body to me sharply, pressing my lips to yours. Your eyes grow wide with surprise, then settle into an expression of contentment as my tongue snakes into your mouth. I slip my left hand into your hair and slide my right down the front of your beautiful body.

You seem like you’re about to protest, but I whisper again, “Shhhhhh … relax,” and kiss you deeply again.

My right hand traces your figure down below the hem of your dress and along your thighs, then back up, catching the hem of your dress and lifting it above your hips. Instinct tightens your legs against my hand and you withdraw slightly, but just slightly. Slipping my fingertips under the string of your thong, I gaze deeply into your eyes to steady you.

Then a long pause as I press my lips on yours and pull your head tighter to mine, my fingers trembling in anticipation of slipping down behind the triangle of fabric covering your delicious prize.

My hand glides effortlessly down your smooth mound. The silky fabric slips along the back of my hand. You are warm, and as my fingers trail lower, I feel the temperature of your skin rise with the blood rushing to your pussy. Warm to hot in four inches.

Then a cleft. It’s Şanlıurfa Escort Bayan damp. Then wet. And hard. Tiny lips outline you, open and wanting. Your skin prickles with the new sensation of my fingers on your engorged clit. I slip inside you, and the wetness turns thick.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to us, I press my lips back over your open mouth, from which emanate moans and strangled cries. The sounds continue but I swallow them, like heaven swallows smoke.

Now your hips press against my hand, grinding deeply to force my fingers into the thick pool of desire you hold inside. My fingers break a seal, and your cum slips along my hand and out of your body, hot and thick and delicious, then down your thigh in a thin stream.

“Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

With these few words your body responds. Your muscles contract, forcing the thick cream out into my palm. I smell your sex. For now you are mine and the world is irrelevant. You dance on my hand and sway to the pulse of my fingertips.

“Again.”

Words grip you, and again you coil and release into my hand, your voice tight, your nipples hardened and rubbing raw against the silk of your dress. You arch your knee against the hardness in my pants, but I push your leg back down. Escort Şanlıurfa You may not touch it.

“Again.” I hiss the third time-a little sinister and hard-and you shatter.

Your head shakes and your body spasms. The wetness is coursing from you, soaking the French cuff of my shirt. The air is thick with you.

You have marked me.

As the third wave passes, I grip you tightly in my arm to hold you up. You lean into a deep kiss, but I slip my slicked fingers into your mouth, then use my lips to press them deeper. “Taste your lust,” I croak, and lick the cream from my hand. It is mixed with your saliva and drips onto my other cuff.

Pulling my hand from your mouth, you lunge forward to keep the fingers inside but I withdraw them enough for you to flash your eyes at me. You want more. So I grab your hand and guide it under your skirt, loading your fingers with your cream, hesitating a moment and using them to circle around your open pussy to gather more wetness. You gasp, then press your pussy against your fingers to gather even more.

With a jerk I pull up your hand by the wrist and hold it between us. In that moment I see you and smell you and taste you. Have you to myself. And with a heavy lidded gaze back, you approve.

Our tongues meet and lick your fingers clean before our lips press together and share the last drops of you.

Then we breathe. The ocean exhales on us, cooling us and bringing us back. To the porch. To the giant old house. To people. To small talk. To the realization that I am marked.

And no one else knows but you.

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Thank you for those who read and gave comments.

À Lui.

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“Baby?”

“In here,” she called out. He wandered into the room in which she stood, frowning. She glanced up as he approached her. “I narrowed it down to two, but I still can’t decide! I mean, do we want this one or that? Oh! Or how about that one? I swear, this is harder to figure out than that stupid Rubik’s cube!”

“You mean the one that I finished in ten minutes?” he teased. She stuck out her tongue.

“The one and the same. I still say you cheated.” She nodded at the paper bag in his hand.

“Bagels. I’ll put these in the kitchen and then we’ll just flip for it.”

“Sounds good.” With her reply, he turned from her and began padding to the kitchen.

“May I?”

He spun around at the question, startled to find her standing near him, the bag of bagels still in his hand. “May you what?”

“May I?” she repeated, moving even closer. Her breasts barely touched his chest. He shrugged, confusion still written on his face.

“I suppose.”

She smiled and took the bag from him. Tossing it on the table, she closed the gap between them. Stretching up, her lips hovering over his, she asked, “May I?”

He nodded.

She lightly kissed him, feeling his mouth open to her. She darted her tongue to the corner of his lip, feeling him do the same. She sighed as their kiss deepened, their tongues playing her favourite game of tag. She could feel his arms Sinop Escort begin to move to crush her against him. Reluctantly she nipped his bottom lip and muttered, “May I?”

“Yes.” She moved her lips down his neck, exploring his collarbone, inhaling his unique scent. Not being able to resist, she flicked her tongue out for a brief taste. Her fingers slowly undid his shirt, kissing the exposed skin of each undone button. She lingered at his chest, her tongue teasing his nipple, holding the nub lightly with her teeth. Slowly moving her way down, she tugged his shirt from his belt and pushed it completely open. She teased his belly button, dipping her tongue into the dimple.

She knelt. Glancing up, she caught his gaze. She quietly asked, “May I?”

“You may.”

Smiling to herself, she casually undid his belt and opened his jeans. Kissing above the waistband of his boxers, she pushed his pants down, the garment pooling around his ankles. As he stood there in his boxers, she moved her lips lower, wetting the material as she licked around him, sucking the fabric between her teeth, feeling him grow harder. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly pulled his underwear down, and settled on her knees more comfortably, gazing, almost reverently, at him. His shaft twitched in front of her. Lightly licking her lips, she whispered, “May I?”

Hardly waiting for his affirmation, she nuzzled his crotch, breathing in deep his scent. Her mouth watered. Gently kissing the skin, she lightly tongued Sinop Escort Bayan him, barely touching him. She felt him move his hands to her head, his fingers weaving in her hair, digging into her scalp. Grasping the base, she rubbed her lips over him before dragging her tongue over his length, her tongue swirling at the tip. She gently poked at his hole, craving that taste, needing more. With a soft moan, she parted her lips and slipped his head into her waiting mouth. She lightly sucked, her tongue circling his crown, her mouth bathing him as she worked his length into her throat.

She stopped and glanced up, her cheeks hollow and her mouth full of him. She smiled around his shaft and slowly slid her head down, until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Working her throat muscles, she massaged him. She felt his hands tighten in her hair. Reaching back with her knuckle, she gently cupped his balls, her other hand on his ass, drawing him deeper into her. She groaned as she felt him jerk. She slowly bobbed her head, her tongue flicking his tip as her lips memorised his texture and veins. She raised her eyes, and catching his own, winked as she moved her head faster, taking him deeper into her throat, her groans vibrating against his shaft.

Her mouth plunged down onto him, her tongue working at his weak spot. Her nails dug into his skin, pulling him deeper, as if she was trying to swallow him whole. She moaned as she felt his muscles tighten, his fingers twisting in her hair, pulling Escort Sinop her onto him. She sucked mercilessly, his hips thrusting hard into her mouth; she yearned for his release, craved to be fed, needed his pleasure. Looking up, she wordless told him of her want, her lips tight around him. He pushed her head down onto him, and with a loud groan, music to her ears, she felt the pulses of his release and tasted his pleasure. Her lips tight around him she sucked hard as he emptied himself deep into her hungry mouth. Slumping slightly, he pulled from her.

She sat back on her heels and glanced up. Slowly, she clasped her hands behind her back, throwing her shoulders straight and pushing her breasts out. Her gaze never wavering from his, she deliberately tilted her head back and opened her mouth, his cum pooled at the bottom of her throat, threatening to spill out. Her eyes pleaded her burning desire for him, her face begging him the question. She remained motionless on her knees, waiting for his response. He nodded. “You may.”

At the sound of his voice, she swallowed, her eyes briefly closing as his addicting flavour slid down her throat. Pawing her face, she caught a drop at the corner of her mouth and sucked her finger clean. Leaning forward, she languidly licked him, her tongue snaking to find any last taste of him. When she was satisfied, she slowly stood up, and pressed her body against his. She nestled into his neck for a moment, and pressing her lips against him, she tasted his slightly salty skin, before settling against his shoulder. She breathed him in, feeling his heart beat against her chest, her nipples brushing against him. They stood there for a sigh of a moment. Stretching up, she placed her lips to his ear and purred, “Thank you. Thank you for feeding me.”

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They tossed her around among them. “Who wants the little slave girl,” they shouted. As they toyed with her, ripping her robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel Roman soldiers struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her dark Mediterranean skin.

The five soldiers groped her, and she began to cry to them for mercy. Her cries echoed through the dark woods where they had brought her to play their cruel game, and to have their sick fun.

He heard them from the darkness of the trees, and as he approached he saw the outlines of the soldiers and the young slave woman in the shimmering moonlight. He came down upon the soldiers with the fury of the wolf. His sword flashed in the light of the pale, heavenly orb. Their blood reached the ground before a scream could even pass their lips, and in an instant he stood alone with the young woman and the bodies of the men littered at his feet.

He too was a soldier, but he was moved by Sinop Escort compassion for the beautiful slave, he could not help himself for he had seen her many times walking through the city, and he remembered her eyes more than anything else, eyes of blue fire lighting up the skies. That, he thought, was true beauty.

He went to her and she met his embrace. He held her in the moonlight. Her tattered robe, all but fallen off, gave way, and she stood naked in the shimmer. He ripped off a piece of his robe, and cleaned the tiny cut on her cheek. She kissed his hand as he tended to her wound, the softness of her tongue glided along his palm, and he bent down and kissed her.

She led him deeper into the woods, to a clearing where the ground was covered with sweet clover, and the upper tree limbs caught the light of the moon, giving them the privacy of the darkness.

They stopped in the middle of the clearing, and she began to walk slowly Sinop Escort Bayan around him, taking off each piece of his armor and then disrobing him completely until they both stood naked in the shadows of the trees. She laid his robe down upon the clover, and beckoned him to join her in their bed of sweetness. He lay down beside her, and they kissed. He could still taste the remnants of her supper, pomegranate juice. It tasted sweet upon his tongue, and she pressed her body firmly against his.

With his hands he discovered her in the darkness. His fingers traced her outline, gently feeling the smoothness of her bare skin. He touched her breasts. Her nipples hardened to his touch, and he let his hand linger there for a moment before his fingers crawled there way down to her womanhood.

He slipped his two longest fingers inside her, feeling the warm wetness that ran there. She moaned softly, turning her hips out so that he had Escort Sinop more direct access to her. He massaged her clit, stroking it firmly and letting the friction of his movements increase the heat of her body. Her groans grew longer and louder. Her hips began to rock against the movements of his hand, driving his fingers deeper and deeper into her until her body convulsed in orgasmic chaos.

She kissed him again and pulled her hips away so that his fingers would slide out. He placed those two fingers into his mouth to taste the warm sweetness of her insides. She rolled him over onto his back and straddled him, letting his throbbing cock fall into the well of her juices.

They made love in the darkness, with only the shadows to watch over them. Their moans were lifted up into the rising wind and carried away to fall upon the ears of the gods themselves.

He pulled out of her just before he came, letting the warm flow of his semen squirt upon her quivering thighs, but she didn’t care; she let herself fall down upon his chest and they slept there together; there in the quiet places of the earth where the only witness was a solitary night owl watching from the trees in the deepness of the Mediterranean night.

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My experience with Massage Therapists!

I don’t know why but I have always liked massage therapists and it seems they have always liked me. Maybe it’s because it’s such an intimate setting under the pretense of a professional service. I mean think about it. You lay there naked under a thin sheet and the therapist touches you pretty much everywhere using oil or lotion. Obviously the professionals don’t touch your genitals but they do massage the glutes and the legs which is quite pleasant and can be erotic.

I have always been shy and maybe a bit awkward so meeting girls was never my forte. I found that I never made a great first impression. I am a big guy so maybe it intimidated girls too. Who knows? I just found that with massage therapists, I could relax, not talk much if at all, and let the intimate nature of the act work in my favor. One of the things in my favor was that I was well built from years of working out. I was just awkward I guess.

My first experience with a real massage therapist was when I was 24. I had just gotten my first real job that had benefits. One of those benefits was massage therapy. I figured I may as well take advantage of it and did some research on local therapists.

I didn’t know what I was looking for but I found most clinics had fairly well-done websites with photos and descriptions of the therapists. Now, this may make me sound like a shallow idiot but obviously I went with the cutest girl I saw. This was a mistake. The therapist was very cute. She was about 5’4 110 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice b-cup tits with a tight ass. However, she was also quite uptight and not very friendly. I mentioned to her at the beginning of our appointment that my problem areas were my hips, glutes, and hamstrings because I lifted weights but also sat on my ass a lot for work. She basically glossed over that and did a very basic Swedish massage without going anywhere near my hips, glutes or hamstrings. I was pretty disappointed but I knew I had to be smarter about how I went forward.

I did better research going forward. I read more about their qualifications and also read reviews. I sought my coworkers’ opinions on who they saw. Finally, after about a month, I made another appointment. This time it was with a girl named Kat. I read that she was very new but was quite good. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with her technique and hard work. A lot of the reviews mentioned how strong she was for a tiny girl. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try her because of my first experience but I decided to go for it. I made an appointment with her on a Friday after work. I normally worked out after work at my office’s gym and went home. This time, I showered after my workout, got changed into more casual clothing since I didn’t want to get massage oil on my dress clothes. I grabbed a quick snack and made my way to the clinic. I was early so I could do the paperwork and chat with my therapist before we started.

I arrived at the clinic and told the receptionist that I was there for my appointment with Kat and she had me fill out their forms. Once completed, I sat down and waited. Within 5 minutes, Kat came out and grabbed my forms, and spoke with the receptionist who pointed to me. Kat smiled and walked over to me and introduced herself. I shook her hand as I stood up. She craned her head to make eye contact and said, “Wow, you’re a big guy aren’t you?”

I laughed said, “I hope that won’t be an issue.”

She smiled and told me not to worry and to follow her. I was happy to oblige. I was pretty impressed already, she was cute, funny and had quite the ass on her. She was tiny, about 5’2, and must not have weighed more than 100 lbs. It was the perfect bubble butt and her yoga pants were doing magical things for her. She was wearing a fitted tank top that showcased her small, pert tits quite well. I never knew I had a type until I met Kat. Who knew that I’d like brunettes with bubble butts and perky tits? Up until then, most of my crushes and girlfriends had been busty which was of course just fine. Watching Kat walk in front of me with her perfect round butt wiggling awakened something in me and I realized that as much as I loved tits, I loved asses more.

I walked into the small treatment room behind Kat and laughed at how small it was. She asked me to take a seat so we could come up with a plan. I had to squeeze past her to get to the massage table. I didn’t mind that obviously and our bodies touched briefly and I inhaled her scent. It wasn’t perfume but it was quite lovely. It must have been a combination of shampoo, body lotion, and deodorant. Either way, it was my favorite smell at that point. I was very glad I had taken a shower after my workout because in such a small room I would have been quite rank otherwise.

Kat asked me questions about what areas were bothering me and I did my best to explain that the combination of working out and sitting on my ass all day left me feeling tight and sore in the hips and Bursa Escort glutes area. Kat nodded and said that was quite common and she would be able to take care of that for me. She made some notes and stood up.

“Go ahead and get undressed and climb under the sheets on your belly, I will knock when I come back in.” she said with a smile.

I nodded and waited for her to leave and stripped-down noticing my cock was not entirely dormant. I gave it a few squeezes and laid down making sure to cover myself up properly.

Kat came back inside the room a few minutes later and asked if I was comfy. I told her that I was and she put on some relaxing music and got started. I don’t know what I was expecting after my terrible first experience but this was a whole new thing. Kat was strong! Much stronger than she looked. She made me moan and groan with her pressure. It felt so good but also kind of hurt. She asked me if I wanted her to back off but I said no. This felt entirely too good and my body needed it. We barely talked at all during the entire massage except for her asking me if the pressure was okay and me groaning at some painful moments.

Kat worked over my upper body first which obviously needed it before moving down to my legs. She adjusted the draping so my entire leg up to my hip was exposed but the sheet still covered everything else. It was pretty impressive how professionally she moved. The upper body massage had been great if not a bit painful. The massage on my legs was a whole different thing. She started doing long strong strokes starting from my ankles all the way to my hips. She never came in contact with any of the fun spots but my god she came close and my breathing was picking up. This felt amazing. The sensation of her hands up my legs to my butt and back was soothing but invigorating. I could feel myself getting hard. My cock was trapped under my belly and that was not very comfortable. As she was messing with the draping for the other leg, I discreetly slipped my hand underneath my body and pushed my cock down so it was between my legs.

She started in on the other leg and it felt just as glorious. I was also able to relax more now that my hardon wasn’t hurting me anymore. Kat did her thing for a while longer and I felt like mush. She finally fixed the sheet over me and held it off of me looking away and asked me to turn over on my back. I wasn’t expecting this because my first therapist never flipped me over. I hesitated thinking about my hardon but didn’t have much of a choice so I slowly rolled over and she covered me again. I willed my cock to go down but of course, it didn’t. I was hard and it was creating a nice tent.

I closed my eyes and hoped she wouldn’t notice or at least I hoped she wouldn’t get mad and kick me out. I think Kat sensed that I was uncomfortable because she put a hand on my chest and leaned in and whispered, “Hey, just relax, it’s a normal reaction and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

I let out a breath after hearing it and opened my eyes. I gave her a small smile and said, “Thank you! You can’t understand how unbelievably embarrassed I am. I am sorry.”

Kat smiled and didn’t say anything. She massaged my neck, shoulder and arms before moving to my legs again. She undraped my left leg, pulling the sheet tight against my crotch to make sure nothing spilled out. Of course, this had the unintended effect of outlining my cock even more. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. She focused on my leg and I closed my eyes again. Her touch on my legs was magic as she moved upward again. It felt therapeutic but also so erotic. My cock was as hard as I have ever felt it. I knew she had to notice it because it was actually twitching and the sheet kept moving. I had no idea why I was so damned aroused but nothing helped. She moved to the other leg and did her thing. The entire time my cock stayed hard and even started to leak precum. That’s one thing about me, when I am turned on my cock leaks precum quite liberally. There was a quite prominent wet spot on the sheet now and I wanted to die. I knew this was not going to end well. She would finish the massage and probably never book with me again, thinking I was some pervert.

She finished with my legs and pulled the sheet over my entire body. She moved behind me and started to massage my neck which felt amazing and I finally felt my body relax and my cock deflated a bit. She finished the session with a very pleasant head massage. She whispered that she was all done and that I should get dressed. She told me she would come back in a few minutes after washing her hands and we can talk about the session for any feedback.

I was mortified but dressed quickly and was rehearsing how I would apologize to Kat when she knocked and came back in. I must have looked guilty because before I could say anything, she put her hands out and said, “Look, I can tell you’re embarrassed but I want you to know that I am not upset and that it was a natural Bursa Bayan reaction. So please don’t feel embarrassed.”

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it and grinned and said, “Well I just want you to know that you’re awesome and I have never felt better.”

She smiled and in a teasing manner said, ” Oh I bet! You looked like you were feeling quite good.”

My mouth must have dropped because she started laughing and I joined her. I asked her if I could see her again. She responded, “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

We both laughed again and with the tension broken we walked out together and I paid for the massage and left the clinic feeling weightless as my body didn’t ache at all. Well, almost all of my body. My cock was obviously a little frustrated. I went home, had some dinner, and knew I had to take care of my cock before I did anything else. I had no plans on going out that night so I put on some porn but the usual stuff I liked wasn’t doing much for me. I realized I was picturing Kat in my head. Just then my Facebook page had a notification saying I had a new friend request. I clicked on it and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Kat! I quickly accepted her request and checked out her page. It was full of pictures of her doing different things but my favorite was of her working out or doing yoga. I didn’t even realize that I was stroking my cock as I checked these pics out. Most were just normal pics but some of them were a little cheeky. As I continued to scroll, there was a pic of her on her hands and knees facing away from the camera so her butt was the focus and looking back with a smirk. It was captioned “cat and cow pose” I was stroking my cock extra hard now looking at her perfect ass on all fours and before I knew it blew a huge load all over myself.

By the time I cleaned up and sat back down, I noticed that I had clicked on her photo too many times and it showed that I had liked it. “Uh Oh”, I thought. This was a pic from last year. Now she’s going to know that I was creeping her pics. “Oh my god”, I thought. This is why I am such a loser. I quickly logged off and decided that I had done enough awkward and weird things today. I felt pretty good physically though with the massage and having jerked off. I laid down in bed and actually fell asleep at 8 pm and slept in the next morning till about 9 am. I had no idea I needed the sleep. I woke up feeling amazing.

I had no plans for the day so I just chilled at home and logged back into Facebook as a habit. I saw that I had a message from Kat. My heart stopped as I nervously opened it. I shouldn’t have worried I guess. She was just saying hello and that it was nice to meet me yesterday and was looking forward to seeing me again. I relaxed and decided I better book with her again soon. One thing about my benefits was that it was quite generous. It seemed like most people at my work barely took advantage of it but if I wanted to, I could go get a massage once a week and it would be covered completely. In fact, since I had started later in the year, I could go twice a week and it would still be fine. I decided that I really wanted to see Kat more and this was my way of doing it. I called the clinic and learned that she was working Monday and was available in the evening. I booked her in and sent her a quick message on Facebook saying, “I hope you don’t get sick of me but I booked you in on Monday. You’re a magician with your hands and I feel amazing. Thank you for being so cool and see you soon.”

I got a response from her later that day. It said, “Oh I am so happy to hear that. I take pride in my work and you clearly needed a massage. Your whole body was way too tight. I will see you Monday!”

Monday came and I didn’t really think about the massage because I was so busy with work. The day flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go. I did my usual workout at the work gym. I hit the weights extra hard knowing that I’d get the muscles worked out by Kat anyway. Plus, I think subconsciously I wanted to impress her with my body. I knew I wasn’t going to impress her with my personality, awkward as I was. I showered up, spending extra time making sure I was squeaky clean. I looked down at myself and saw that my pubes were longer than normal but still fairly trimmed. I couldn’t shave my balls at work obviously so I made a mental note to shave at home.

I arrived at the clinic with some time to spare and waited in the car with the A/C blasting to make sure I was cool before going in. I went in finally and saw Kat immediately. She was behind the counter and she looked up and smiled her cute smile at me pointing towards the back saying she was ready for me. I just smiled back and started following her back. If I thought she looked hot last time, today was even better. I slowly realized that she was wearing the same yoga pants as the one from her Facebook that I had stupidly liked. That had to be a coincidence, I told myself as I walked into the Escort Bursa room with her.

She chatted with me for a few minutes asking again how I felt and if I needed any specific areas worked on. I told her that I had a lot of my benefits left over so I may just come see her for relaxation and not just because of some issues. She smiled and seemed to be perfectly happy with that. She did say that I could always try other therapists at the clinic too but I brushed her off. I told her she was my favorite with a smirk.

“My legs are a bit sore from the workout today but otherwise you can do whatever you want to me”, I said with a smile. Kat cocked her head at me and smirked, “Oh really?” she asked. I must have blushed and started to stammer because she laughed and said, “It’s so easy to get you flustered.”

I smiled and said, “It must be the combination of being in a small room with such a beautiful girl.”

She smiled as I looked even more flustered. Seriously, what was wrong with me? I motioned to the table and said I would get ready. She was merciful and went out to give me privacy. I stripped down and got under the covers and waited. Kat came back in and got started right away. Before I knew it, my body was putty in her hands and I was moaning and groaning my pleasure as she hit the right spots. I was in kind of a half awake half asleep state when she started on my legs. I felt my cock twitch and without even thinking I spread my legs wider to make myself more comfortable.

Even though I was kind of out of it, I could tell something was different. First, when she undraped my leg she was not as tight with it. She leaned in and said, “Are you okay if I don’t drape you fully? It just takes so long and it’s hard to get a good flow.”

I very uncharacteristically said in a confident tone, “Not at all, I am quite comfortable with my body, so you can use as little draping as you are okay with.”

With that being said, she lifted the sheet completely off my lower body and rested it above my glutes so my entire lower body was exposed. This snapped me out of my reverie a bit as I realized she could see my ass and my cock and balls that I had pushed down between my legs. Not to mention, I had spread my legs wider so they must be completely visible. I tensed briefly but decided to just go with it and relaxed again.

Kat told me to relax as she started to massage my legs in long, powerful strokes going from my ankles all the way past my glutes into the lower back. She didn’t miss much of my body as she did this. Whereas previously she was very careful not to come anywhere near my genitals, this time she was less careful and I felt the ever so gentle touches of her fingers on my balls and inner thighs as she did her job. It was honestly the most erotic experience of my life. I spread my legs even wider and without thinking about it I lifted my hips as her hands came towards my hips. I could actually hear her breathing get a bit more ragged as she continued. As she came up my leg and I lifted my hips off the table again, her hand slipped to the inside of my thigh and her hands grazed my cock and balls this time and continued on it’s way up over my butt before coming down again.

This finally snapped me out of my dream state and I realized that this was real and I had to capitalize on it. I kept my hips moving with her hands and each time her hands would get more daring as she touched more of my cocks and balls. She even started trailing her hands right between my butt cheeks. That was a thrill because I had no idea it would feel so good. I was moaning pretty regularly now as she continued to massage me. Finally, she gave up the pretense of massaging my legs and dove her hands between my legs and started to use her oiled up hands to caress, squeeze and fondle my cock, balls and ass. I was in heaven! We hadn’t said a word to each other. I knew this could get her in a lot of trouble with the clinic but I was enjoying it so much that I just let her take the lead.

She played with my cock and balls for a good 10 minutes. My cock was leaking precum almost nonstop now and she didn’t even need more oil to keep her hands slick. I finally murmured, “Do you mind if I flip over?”

Kat’s hands froze and she yanked them away from my cock as she stammered, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t tell anyone. I will get in so much trouble. Oh my god!”

I could tell she was panicking so I quickly turned over and saw that she was backing away from me. I stood up and started to try and comfort her when the sheet fell away and I was standing in front of her completely naked with a hardon. We both looked down at my cock bobbing up and down and started laughing.

I held out my hand and she took it.

“I don’t know what I have done to deserve it but that was the most amazing and erotic thing I have ever experienced. Please don’t feel bad. I hope you will consider doing that again because I can’t imagine not experiencing that again.” I finished.

She looked at me and nodded, saying “I can get fired for this but there is something about you I find irresistible and you have a nice butt! Lay down on your back, I need to finish the massage.”

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The forty foot yacht is cutting its way through the azure waters, women are sunning themselves on the deck, and I’ve got a mojito in my hand. Our captain looks like he can and is doing this in his sleep. Walter is rubbing lotion onto Keisha and Louisa while I finish Paulette and Peggy. Paulette got Donna first of all. Peggy has already oiled up me and I’ll take care of Walter next.

Soon I’m pretending I’m piloting the yacht and the captain is pretending to let me. He’s given up with that whole ‘Port’ ‘Starboard’ nonsense and now just points where we want to go with his bottle of bourbon. I offered to get him a glass and he mumbled something about ‘Nancy-boy’. I find that funny and I don’t even know any guy with the name of Nancy.

Peggy comes up and sits by me at the wheel. She slips an arm into mine and puts her head on my shoulder. I can’t figure if she is happy or sad.

“Anything wrong?” I ask.

“No … yes; Joshua can I talk to you about something?” Peggy responds. Hey, how come she can answer a question with a question but I can’t? I’ll ask Peggy about that in a second.

“Go ahead.”

“What would you do if I was no longer married?” she inquires.

“Well … I imagine I would ask you out. I’ve always wanted to date you. I … I can’t forget that night in the bathroom while Malcolm and Brianna. I feel bad about it,” I confess.

“Why would you feel bad about it?” she says turning serious.

“I didn’t think you wanted to do it and I was … afraid you wouldn’t be nice to me anymore. I’d miss you if you went away.”

“You weren’t afraid of my husband?” Peggy questions.

“Oh God no, the man scares the crap out of me, but I … I think you are more important to me than that,” I reveal to her.

“Joshua, are you in love with me?” Peggy says softly in a voice almost lost in the waves and wind.

“Wow… I guess I am,” I say as surprised in my words as Peggy seems to be. “I love you. At least I think I do. I don’t think I have ever been in love before. Is it supposed to suck this much?”

“Why does it suck?” Peggy asks.

“You are in love with someone else,” I joke. “You are my friend and that’s all you are ever going to be.”

“You would never try and seduce me?” Peggy smiles over at me. That makes me laugh.

“Please, Peggy you are the smartest person I know. What chance would I have in seducing you? You don’t care about my money or my looks, and that’s all I got,” I point out.

“Sometimes you are pretty stupid,” Peggy grins mischievously.

“I think that’s been established,” I snicker back.

“Joshua. I’m not married,” Peggy informs me.

“Oh, did he die?” I exclaim. I thought the guy was unkillable — like the Terminator (the original one).

“No,” she sighs, “he never existed. I made him up.”

“So you two are not divorced?”

“No,” she sighs again, “he’s a figment of my imagination. He didn’t die and he’s not divorcing me.”

“So he’s gone from your life and never coming back?” I respond hopefully.

“Yes, he’s gone away forever,” she giggles.

“Peggy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we have sex now? I mean right now, in the cabin,” I beam with my sexiest ‘come hither’ expression. Peggy punches me in the arm.

“I expect to be romanced,” Peggy explains then sensing my confusion adds, “go tell Paulette you want to romance me and follow her advice, but no sex for you until at least ten o’clock this evening and only if you behave.”

“Oh, you mean no going out with Gustav, right?”

“If I see you with another woman you are going to have a long, lonely vacation, is that clear?” she smiles in the way that tells me I’m going to be working late and on a Friday night too.

“What about Paulette?” I grin.

“Paulette is okay, but you had better give Donna and Paulette plenty of time together.” I have to think that over. My head hurts and I’m rewarded with a neural malfunction. An original thought occurs to me.

“That means I’m not going to have sex with Paulette, doesn’t it,” I blab. Peggy strokes my cheek and runs her hand through my windblown hair.

“Sometimes you surprise me and yes that means you are only going to have sex with me this vacation. I’m happy you figured that out on your own.” I smile at her like a fool.

“I just told you that you might not have sex for two weeks and you are smiling. What have I missed?”

“Peggy, you aren’t married and you want to have sex with me –eventually. You don’t have to be a genius to figure out this is a good thing. Sometimes you can be silly.”

“You never asked if I love you,” Peggy asks me after a moment.

“Of course you love me,” I reply, “otherwise you would have killed me by now, or quit.”

(Later at the club)

There is something better than wanting something you cannot have then getting it, I discover; it is wanting something you know you can get eventually, but not right now. Okay, there is something even sexier than that; having Paulette rubs her ass against me when she knows what Peggy is doing and knowing she’s not Samsun Escort going to give me anything.

Donna rubbing her hands all over Paulette isn’t helping, not one bit. Peggy is dancing at my side, rubbing up against my leg and I’m vaguely aware of multiple guys sending looks of shock, anger, and envy my way. They probably think I’m heading for a four-way but I know better. Peggy has already told me ‘no’ — twice. I slip my hand down from the small of Peggy’s back to the top of her ass so she bites my arm. I’m trying to figure out if that’s a good thing.

She doesn’t give up her nibbling on my arm so I think I’m golden. Peggy pushes her hand into my hair and pulls me down while Paulette and Donna go into a deep, passionate kiss which only presses Paulette into me harder.

“I am so wet for you right now,” Peggy pants into my ear.” She laughs when I whimper. “Nothing before midnight,” she taunts. I look toward the restroom, “No slipping off either,” she giggles while I sob. I’m about to explode.

“He’s as hard as an iron rod,” I overhear Paulette telling Peggy. “I don’t know my much more he can stand.” I want to dip Paulette and kiss her for having sympathy for my plight, but I know if I put my lips against hers I’ll explode in my slacks and Peggy will most likely not let me get anywhere tonight.

“Hey Joshua,” someone calls out to me. I look over and find myself matching gazes with Camrym Gray, a ‘little sister’ of my Fraternity. She’s ‘Old Money’, which is to say she’s socially higher up than my ‘New Money’ which is a way of saying my Grandfather got his hands dirty. How someone tells one of us from the other is a mystery to me.

“Who are your … friends?” she asks in the same way she used to kick bimbos out of my bed when she wanted to talk with me on the morning. She used to snicker at me as I tried to keep myself covered in the sheets while helping the girl from last night find her clothes. If I didn’t help the girl find her clothes, Camryn would toss them out naked. She was bossy that way. She married some banker guy who went to prison for taking other people’s money. Wasn’t that what bankers were supposed to do? Anyway, Camryn divorced the guy and got most of the assets the Feds didn’t take. I wonder what she’s doing here.

“Donna, Paulette, Peggy — this is Camryn, with a ‘y’, Gray. She’s an old college friend.”

“Where did you find these … enchanting little people?” Camryn says with a shark-like smile. For some reason all three women with me don’t take that well.

“Donna’s a research scientist, Paulette is in Accounts Receivable, and Peggy is my life. I couldn’t live life without any of them,” I respond. Camryn blinks, the smile fades then returns.

“Does your Daddy know you are fucking the help?”

“Huh? The help; I don’t get it. These people are my friends,” I reply honestly.

“Josh, why don’t you and I have a little talk before your Daddy finds out what you are doing,” Camryn suggests. Invoking my Dad scares me.

“Joshua who is this bitch?” Donna says in a sweet voice that really isn’t sweet. Camryn bristles at the words and the tone.

“I’m the person who can get your ass fired when Joshua’s Father finds out you are sexing up his Son for his money,” Camryn replies in kind. Peggy and Paulette stiffen and I think Peggy is about to say something, but I’m getting angry.

“Camryn, what in the hell is your problem? These people mean a lot to me and they haven’t asked for a dime. This vacation was my idea. Sure Peggy made the arrangements, but that is what Personal Assistants do. Besides, Dad signed off on this trip because I’ve been doing a good job at the corporation. I couldn’t do it without these ‘little people’ so fuck off until you learn some manner.”

Camryn couldn’t be more surprised if I hit her with a brick in the face and for the life of me I can’t figure out where most of those words came from. I’m usually a live and let live kind of guy but something Peggy told me about seeing Donna and Peggy as ‘my people’ makes me feel strange. I don’t want anything to happen to them. I don’t want other people to treat them the way people have treated me most of my life. I know I’m an idiot, but they aren’t and they don’t deserve to be treated like they are.

Camryn turns and leaves with a huff. I’m suddenly in the middle of a triple decker girl sandwich. Peggy sees my confusion flashes me a winning smile and says,

“You did well, Joshua.”

“Weren’t we dancing?” I remind them all. Instead of being rewarded, I am thrown into hell. They are all three grinding their asses against me and Peggy still won’t let me sneak off to the bathroom to rub one out. This will teach me for opening my mouth.

Peggy is quickly leading me off the floor into the cool sea breeze. The salty air feels good and I sense the heat leaving my body.

“Feel better?” Peggy asks me. I nod.

“Thank you,” she whispers to me after our first kiss.

“Sure. Tell me what I did and I’ll do it again,” I grin back at her.

“I know you are working hard. Samsun Escort Bayan You’ve been working hard the past few weeks and I have to admit I didn’t think you could do it,” she tells me.

“Peggy, you are the first person to expect something from me that I haven’t resented. You make hard things seem simple. You make it so I can do stuff — good stuff. Without you I wouldn’t know Paulette, or Donna, or Louisa.”

“You did the work,” Peggy assures me. “You deserve the reward.” I shrug. I’m not sure how much work I actually did. I memorized a few lines and channeled some college acting classes, but all the hard stuff was done by other people.

“I did what I was told to do,” I remind her.

“Joshua, when I as assigned to your office I figured my career was over. Everyone in the company knew about you and who and what you were. My big worry was keeping you out of my pants, so I invented a bad-ass husband to keep you at bay.”

“I keep telling you that you are a smart girl. It worked. I was afraid,” I nod.

“After I got to know you … I started to like you, so I tested you and I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t fair.” I stare at her because I haven’t a clue what she’s talking about and I sense she knows that. “I told you to stop sleeping with the other office employees because I was jealous and wanted you for myself.” I wait for the punch line.

“Joshua, do you know what ‘jealousy’ means?” she inquires. I shake my head. “It means wanting something you can’t have or don’t serve.” My head hurts again.

“You wanted me but thought you couldn’t have me … well that wasn’t your brightest moment. I would have done whatever you said.”

“That is where the ‘don’t deserve’ part comes in. You were so trusting and tried so hard to do what I asked you to do. Even when you had no idea why I wanted you to do things you did them anyway.”

“Peggy, you are smarter than me,” I state as if that explains everything. Now she looks confused. “Peggy, you have something I’ll never be able to buy, and will probably never understand, but I know being smart is a good thing and that you are a good person.”

I’ve screwed up because there are tears in her eyes. I struggle to figure out how to take my words back. She rushes into my arms for reasons that escape me. I wrap my arms around her and run a hand through her hair.

“Sorry,” I say weakly. “I didn’t mean to …”

“You idiot,” she giggles through tears, “you’ve made me happy. Be quiet and let me enjoy the moment.”

“Okay,” I mumble.

“Do you want to have sex tonight?” she says. I wonder what I’m going to have to do now. It will be worth it, but I hope it doesn’t take too long. I’m so horny for Peggy I could drive an eight inch spike through a rail road tie with my dick.

“Yes,” I respond carefully. Sometimes this can be a trick question.

“So do I,” Peggy purrs into my chest.

“The beach is right here!” I exclaim urgently.

“No, we’ll go to the penthouse.”

“We could do it in the car,” I beg.

“Penthouse,” she giggles, “but it is good to know you are eager.”

“Oh, I passed eager about an hour and a half ago,” I testify.

(At the Penthouse, several slapped hands later — we will forgo the giggled threat of castration)

“Mmmphhh …” Peggy mumbles as she pushes me off of her. I place my hands on the wall beside her shoulders. “I need to tell you something. There is another reason I’m here tonight.”

“You want to have sex more than once,” I announce gleefully.

“Besides that,” Peggy smiles. I start vibrating like a little boy whose ingested way too much sugar.

“Okay,” I gurgle past my hormones.

“I’ve been talking with Paulette and … and I think she’s in love with you too.”

“That’s okay.”

“That’s okay?” Peggy looks confused. I sigh. Sometimes people make life more complicated than it has to be.

“Sure, I have a big house. We can all live together,” I pronounce as if it was the simplest thing in the world because, well, it is.

“What happens if I don’t want to live with Paulette?” Peggy says cautiously.

“That wouldn’t be fair to Paulette would it? She’s given us everything and asked nothing in return. She’s your friend and my lover.” Peggy looks at me in a real funny way and now I’m confused, frustrated, and a little angry.

“Don’t ever call yourself stupid again,” she smiles at me. Okay, now I’m only confused and frustrated. “You make life seem so easy sometimes the rest of us forget that sometimes life is easy. Don’t ever change.” She emphasizes her happiness with me by massaging my cock through my pants then she starts unbuttoning my slacks.

Inside my head, my two neurons are doing a happy dance because one is drunk and the other one is horny and they are both about to get laid. I slip my hands down Peggy’s thighs and pull her very short dress up. I keep riding my hands up as she kisses me and sucks on my neck. I keep reaching and reaching and soon my hands are exploring her hips and ass.

“Joshua,” Peggy pants.

“Yes,” Escort Samsun I groan.

“You can stop looking; I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Outwardly I grunt. Inwardly I go ‘Hot Damn!’. I hoist Peggy up by her ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m kicking my shoes off as I’m racing for the bedroom. Peggy works my short sleeve shirt off forgetting that I need eyes to steer by. I must be one of God’s little angels because we don’t’ careen off a wall or trip over a piece of furniture.

As I enter the bedroom I’m kicking off my pants. Peggy breaks away from giving me a tremendous hickey to giggle,

“Should I think you have done something like this before?” Oddly the only thing that I can think of that might be funny is me running toward our bed with my pants flying off my body.

“Seven years of college weren’t totally wasted,” I chuckle, “that and the capital of all forty-eight states.” I also slip the tip of my penis along the edge of her ass and vagina, making her quiver. She wasn’t the only one going commando.

“Ugh … Joshua, there are fifty states … oh yeah …”

“Grrr … yes, but I get … a bye … on the first two.”

“Clever boy,” Peggy moaned into my forehead as I slowly settle her onto my shaft. He head is barely inside and I hold her there.

“Leave it right there,” she gasps. I agree. Peggy is tight and I totally understand that she doesn’t have a husband.

“Peggy?” She moans then kisses me. “You really haven’t been in anyone in a while,” major kissing, “have you?”

“Nine years,” he grunts as I slip her a little farther down. Nine years! Damn, I hadn’t gone nine days without sex from the time I went to college until I met Peggy.

“I’ll take it easy as I can,” I manage to gasp out.

“I trust you,” he moans in response. Until now, the only time someone uses ‘I trust you’ to me is when it is followed up by ‘to fuck up.’ More than ever, I want to make this work.

“Hang on,” I tell Peggy.

“Okay,” she breathes into my ear before taking a piece. Ow! I put a knee upon the bed, rocking us slightly. I slip a little more into her and she whimpers. I move the other knee up and her nails start digging in. It is hard to figure out what’s going on because my heartbeat is thundering through my temples.

I start knee-walking us forward until we are in the middle of the bed. Peggy is sticking to me with our mutual sweat. I’m finally all the way in her and I think she’s crying. I lower us to the bed, first to my arm then to my elbows until she has her back to the sheets. I pull up and she looks up at me with confused, lust-filled eyes.

“Are you okay?” I pant.

“Everything’s perfect,” she sobs. “I don’t want to fuck it up.” Okay, now that is the dumbest thing she’s ever said. I respond with a fierce kiss.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I tell her. Her eyes well with tears.

“Except for Paulette,” I confess honestly. Peggy punches me in the chest and starts giggling.

“You are impossible,” she laughs. I answer that with a slight withdrawal from her womb. Peggy gasps and bites her lower lip. I move back in and she sighs from deep within. “Again,” she whispers up at me.

I move a little more in and out with each stroke. She moves her head back and forth and begins chanting something that I can’t make out. I opt not to stop and figure out what she’s saying. Fortunately she gets louder.

“Harder,” she groans. “Harder.”

What can I say, I love the woman. I put a hand on one of her thighs and begin pushing it up, giving me greater access. When I get both legs up she’s giving guttural groans with each down stroke. I’m getting so much into what I’m doing, I miss the signs until she grabs the back of my head with both hands and pulls me down, painfully twisting my hair.

Violent orgasm; Peggy is all over the place, thrashing and screaming until I’m starting to think I’ve hurt the woman. Her hips are bucking up against me, she’s trying to scalp me, and I can feel the blood from the wound her teeth are making in my shoulder. She doesn’t speak in any terrestrial language (I love the word terrestrial even if I have to keep a sticky note in my wallet to remind me what it means), instead making an animal-like growling never before heard by man.

I repeat; I think I may have hurt the girl. She convulses once more and her eyes roll back in her head and I’m struggling to remember the number for 911. Her eyes return to their upright position and they focus in on me.

“Thank you,” she rasps. I’m dumbstruck.

“You are welcome?”

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she continues to say through tortured lungs.

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you come too?” she asks. Her vaginal muscles clamp down and she looks suddenly embarrassed.

“Uh … no?”

“Let’s do it again!” she gasps. Again, I’m dumbstruck. If I have sex with Peggy again I’m going to want one of those paddle-thingies that run electricity through you in case your heart stops. I don’t’ know who will need it more.

“Next time let’s not wait nine years,” I manage to get out before she kisses me again.

“Deal,” she agrees with more enthusiasm than I thought her body could currently muster. Peggy appears to be the Energizer Bunny because the next words out of her mouth are,

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This is the latest installment of Mary’s Evolution, in which the formerly portly, and now just slightly pudgy teenager had become sexually aware after 18 years of virtual celibacy. Making up for lost time, Mary had become insatiable, but luckily for Mary there were more than enough people willing to help in that area.

***

Chapter One: Gerald and Anna.

“OH-OH-OH!” Anna Koutusis exclaimed, letting out an exclamation each time her husband thrust himself into her, his enormous cock practically splitting her open each time it burrowed deep into her womb.

The pain was worth it, Anna thought as she looked up at her husband hovering above her, even though it had become worse over the years as her body aged and she became less moist inside. Tonight seemed even more painful than usual despite having used the better part of a bottle of lubricant in preparation for this Saturday night ritual of theirs.

Above her, Gerald Koutusis saw Anna’s face as she tried to hide the discomfort he knew she was experiencing, and he tried to make himself cum fast. The problem was that he was never quick on the draw, and to be honest, Anna wasn’t as hot as she used to be so the inspiration wasn’t there either.

Oh, she kept herself in shape and all, but there’s only so much a woman can do to hold back the hands of time. The slight wrinkles around the eyes didn’t bother Gerald much, nor did the grey mixed in with Anna’s dark brown hair, but Anna had filled out considerably over the years to where she was now what would be considered a BBW.

Anna was a normal sized girl when they had first met, but had filled out over the years. Many men would have been quite aroused at the changes, but Gerald Koutusis had never been a boob and butt man, and that was where most of Anna’s weight had gone over the years.

Anna’s grunting had become louder, and her facial expression had become more pained as Gerald tried to think of something erotic to make him cum, but failed. Maybe it was the tear that trickled down from the corner of Anna’s eye that did it, but Gerald stopped his thrusting and slowly pulled his cock out of her despite his wife’s protests.

“No honey, please don’t stop,” Anna said as Gerald shook his head and rolled over onto his back. “It was good. So good.”

“It’s okay,” Gerald said with a smile.

“I mean it. I came,” Anna lied, wiping the wet spot from the side of her face where her telltale tear had given her away.

“That’s good, honey,” Gerald said. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

Anna felt crushed, as usual, whenever this happened, and it was happening so often these days that it was becoming the rule instead of the exception. Her fault for mentioning that sometimes he hurt her when they made love. Ever since then, Gerald had been on the lookout for any sign that he was causing Anna pain, because that was something he couldn’t be part of no matter how horny he was.

Kneeling beside her husband, Anna knew that this night was over, but she couldn’t leave him like this, so she ran her hands all over his furry body while saying the things he knew he liked to hear.

“Let me make my big hairy ape happy,” Anna said while her hands drifted down to Gerald’s penis, which was resting on his stomach in a semi-erect state.

“Mmm… my man is still a little hard, and I bet that I can make him really hard fast,” Anna cooed with a giggle as she tried to wrap her hands around Gerald’s huge member, the first cock she had even held in her life.

Growing up in a very strict and religious house, Anna had been forbidden to date until she was 16, and Gerald was the first boy to ask her out after her parents finally relented. From that day on, she was in love, and in love just as much now over 30 years later. When she first saw Gerald’s penis, she didn’t realize how out-of-the-ordinary it was, never having seen one in the flesh before. Anna simply loved Gerald and took care of him the best she could.

Anna’s oiled hands worked vigorously over her husband’s cock, pulling and twisting the shaft with both hands while climbing over and straddling his thigh. The feel of the coarse hairs that coated Gerald’s thighs felt good against her pussy, and when she felt him start to get stiffer she worked even harder.

“That’s it. I can feel your cock getting harder,” Anna said while rocking on Gerald’s thigh. “Oh, you’re so huge. Such a big cock – I can’t even get my hands around it, it’s so thick. I want to suck on it.”

Anna bent over and opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying not to scrape the glans with her teeth as she managed to fit the bulbous head of his manhood in her mouth, getting her lips just over the puffed ridge before pulling back.

Anna ran her tongue along the deep ridge of his opening while her hands still pumped the shaft of the now fully erect member. The skin of the crown was taut and purplish, and as a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the slit, Anna’s hands milked Gerald even more savagely, yanking on his cock the way he liked it.

Gerald Şanlıurfa Escort liked his balls played with as well, but she needed both hands to work his cock, so she rubbed her knee gently into his huge pouch that hung between his legs. Gerald groaned with contentment and looked at Anna with glazed eyes.

“My man’s going to cum soon,” Anna said. “I can’t wait to watch you shoot your load.”

Indeed, that was something that turned Anna on, but for Gerald there was something else that was getting him excited, and it wasn’t the result of looking at Anna’s pendulous breasts that hung down to her waist, even though he was staring in that general direction.

Gerald was fantasizing about other women; that tiny wisp of a female he had savored repeatedly during that business trip to Thailand a couple of years ago, or that girl with braces who worked at that ice cream stand back in his youth and took his virginity like he took hers.

Tracy Mullin – now that was a piece of ass, Gerald thought, as his mind went to the wife of his golfing buddy. That slender little blonde was supposedly one of the biggest sluts around, and he had wanted to nail her from the moment he had met her. Gerald had even suggested it to Mullin one time, but the guy had laughed it off like he was kidding about swapping.

Not that Anna would have done it, Gerald admitted to himself, but it was enjoyable to think of that pouting blonde’s expression if she ever got a look at what Anna was yanking on right now. Those little titties that he had gotten a glimpse of that one time when Tracy had bent over in front of him while she was wearing on low cut blouse had launched more that one ejaculation in the past, and it was that image that caused Gerald Koutusis to arch his back and let out a loud wail, as his orgasm surged through his loins and erupted out of his cock.

Anna cried out too, having started to cum herself the moment she felt Gerald’s cock surge with the flow of semen, and the sight of the first of several stringy ropes of cum flying into the air only made her orgasm sweeter as he rode her husband’s thigh to orgasm.

Anna yanked wildly on Gerald’s cock as her man became a human Old Faithful for a few more spurts, the milky spunk splattering all over his hairy chest and stomach. When the cum flow slowed, Anna went down on Gerald again, rubbing her tongue over the tip of his cock while pulling on what was becoming a flaccid hose until she was sure he was drained.

“You and me-Good thing Mary wasn’t here,” Anna said as she climbed off of Gerald thigh, her hands and wrists with strands of cum all over them, and as was their custom, Anna dutifully licked up all the semen from her husband’s hirsute torso while he rested contentedly and watched.

Gerald chuckled at the thought of Mary hearing what had just gone on, although the amusement came with a considerable degree of guilt attached. No, Mary was at the Mullin’s again tonight, and Greg Mullin was probably banging away at his wife Tracy, with that cock-hound probably taking it every way possible.

Her ass, Gerald mused while Anna licked the cum off of his chest. Tracy Mullin’s ass was probably still as pert and firm as ever, and Greg was probably sticking that pecker up that brown-eye whenever he wanted.

A feeling that Gerald realized he would probably never experience, unfortunately. If that little Thailand hooker wouldn’t let him no matter what the price – hell, that was probably the only time she had ever even used the word no.

“Was that good for you, baby?” Anna said, looking down at him after licking him clean, her udders hanging down onto him.

Mary’s breasts were probably just as big as hers, Gerald noted, if that quick glimpse in the kitchen was any indication, and it was just his luck to be the only guy in the world not thrilled to be living with women built like them.

“Great. It was really great,” Gerald lied, letting Anna snuggle up next to him as he let his fantasies get him to sleep.

***

Chapter Two: The secret is out.

Colin had dropped Mary off down the street from her house the next morning, and to her great relief she was able to get upstairs without being noticed. Exhausted after what had been an eventful evening, Mary started to undress in front of her dresser mirror.

After taking off her shorts, Mary toyed with the stray hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties, remembering that Johanna had told her later in the evening that she was supposed to trim her down there but had decided not to, telling her in that sexy accent how much she liked her just the way she was.

Mary started to undo the clasp at the neck of her halter top but paused as she did so, checking herself out in the mirror. That had been so sexy, Mary recalled, the way that Johanna had shaved her underarms. Such an intimate act, and it made Mary wonder what it would have been like if she had shaved her pussy as well, and how that would have felt.

Even though it had only been last night, Mary noted that Şanlıurfa Escort Bayan her armpits, so incredibly smooth 12 hours ago, were now coated with a five o’clock shadow of sorts. The tiny dots that filled her gently sloping underarms was a reminder that she would have to go back to that daily ritual now that Colin wanted her this way.

Heading to the bathroom, Mary couldn’t get the image of Johanna out of her mind. She had looked so strange at first, dressed like a man, and that wrapping she wore to make her chest flatten out was certainly something different as well.

Her breasts – it was hard to believe that a woman near sixty could have sexy breasts, but Johanna certainly did, and just the thought of the way it felt when she had rubbed their breasts together sent a tingle through her body.

A sensation that almost made Mary forget the aching between her legs, but not quite. The thought of having sex tonight was out of the question, even though she wanted it badly. Like every night, Mary noted ruefully. What was she turning into?

The image of Johanna with that dildo, pounding into her like a man, only with those wonderful breasts hanging down was doing a number on Mary despite her discomfort. And that hand – that fist. It hurt so bad yet it felt so good at the same time, and as Mary replayed the evening in her mind, she let her hand slip between her legs and gently begin to stroke her clitoris as the spray from the shower soothed her aching bones.

Mary went to bed, hoping to get at least some sleep before tonight, when she would be going out with Brianna. After that, there would be the matter of dealing with Greg.

***

Chapter Three: Night moves.

The bitter taste of the semen the Japanese pre-med student had deposited in Mary’s mouth was still lingering when she got to Brianna’s house an hour later. Not a great night by any means, Mary noted with discomfort, because her pussy still ached and she was tired as well.

The guy that Brianna had set her up with to double date was alright, but once they started to get intimate in Bree’s boyfriend Jeff’s van, Mary realized she wasn’t in the mood, and it was just as well as it turned out.

Seems that Ken, the boyish looking student who had turned out to be 25, was disappointed when he went exploring under Mary’s blouse. Oh, he liked the tits alright, Mary recalled, but he looked crushed when Mary felt his hands slide off of her breasts and slip under her arms.

“What’s wrong?” Mary asked, looking at the crestfallen face, faintly illuminated by the dashboard lights as his fingers rubbed the sandpaper-like surface of her moist armpits. “Am I too sweaty for you?”

“No, it’s not that. Jeff told me when he was describing you that you – well, he said that you had hair under your arms,” Ken said as he continued to stroke the moist cavities, and he bowed his head a bit with embarrassment. “I like that very much.”

“Sorry,” Mary said, shaking her head at the way guys passed around information. “You missed it by 24 hours. Don’t I have anything else that interests you?”

As it turned out, Ken liked playing with her tits, and when she went down on Ken in the front seat he did not complain when she sucked on his modest-sized stem. Instead, he just reclined as best he could and let Mary get him off, all the while rubbing his fingers under her arm.

It had not been a good night for Brianna either, with Jeff and her getting into a fight over her flirting and his roaming eyes. Mary sensed that the end was near with those two, as the relationship was showing the same signs of strain that Brianna’s other ones had gone through.

Bree was just too damn flirty for her own good, Mary concluded as they got undressed for bed. Then again, Mary reasoned as she looked over at Brianna stretching her lithe body before slipping on a plain white nightie, she was in no position to criticize Brianna or anyone else. When was the last time she said no to anybody about anything?

“How did you like Ken?” Bree asked as they settled into their respective beds and spoke to each other int he relative darkness.

“Eh,” Mary said. “Alright I guess. He wasn’t too pleased when he found out I shaved my armpits.”

“Did you?” Brianna asked.

“Yeah, but I mean, like why did Jeff go and tell him that I had hair under my arms?”

“Duh, it wasn’t like it was a secret or anything. Besides, what do you think we say when we set you up with guys? Stuff like, she’s really smart? Dudes don’t care about that. They want to know about the bod, so I’m sure that Jeff said you had these awesome tits, and probably the hair just came out. I know Jeff told him you sucked a mean dick too. Guess it’s from watching you from the back of the van.”

“Yeah,” Mary said, feeling uncomfortable about the truth of that matter, having given Jeff one of her patented oral exercises in that parking lot a couple of weeks ago.

“Guys don’t seem turned off by the hair though,” Brianna continued. “It never Escort Şanlıurfa seems to scare guys off though. Either it turns them on or once they here about your bodacious ta-tas they don’t care about anything else.”

They both giggled at that, and they continued to chat for quite a while, which was unusual lately. Mary was normally eager for Brianna to fall asleep so that she could join her father downstairs, but she was dreading having to face Greg after everything that had gone down lately.

The sound of Greg’s footsteps went up and down the hall a couple of times as the two of them chatted, and when they started to get tired, Mary simply shut her eyes and fell asleep. It was a short snooze, however. One that was interrupted by the hiss of Greg Mullin’s voice in her ear, not too mention that handful of hair Greg had hold of as he lifted Mary’s head off the pillow.

“Downstairs,” was all Greg said.

***

Chapter Four: Midnight confessions.

“How’s my favorite little slut?” Greg said far too loudly as he moved Mary against the wall of the den, his hand on Mary’s collarbone as he towered over her.

“What’s wrong?” Mary asked as she tried to move away from Greg in the murky light of the basement. “You’re hurting me.”

“Too tired to come down and play?”

“Yeah,” Mary said. “We got talking and – I don’t feel too good either.”

“Too much fucking last night?” Greg asked, his hands all over her; tweaking her sore nipples and putting his knee between her legs while Mary tried to fend him off.

“What? No, that’s not it at all,” Mary responded, but Greg was relentless.

“What was the fucking limo for then?” Greg badgered. “Heath sent it, didn’t he?”

“Limo? I – what are you doing? Following me?”

“I was down the street watching when I saw the limo,” Greg snapped. “That was all I needed to see. You went up to the cabin last night and fucked him didn’t you? What, Heath and Lloyd and maybe the limo driver too? Everybody but me now?”

“It’s not like that at all,” Mary protested.

“Colin Heath is a lying sack of shit politician,” Greg said in a voice that was part rage and part whine. “He’s married, for crying-out-loud!”

“So are you,” Mary said defensively.

“Without me you would be nothing,” Greg insisted. “You would still be a tubby little nerd who plays wing girl for her best friend and takes whatever leftovers she doesn’t want.”

“I was never nothing,” Mary snapped. “Don’t say that. Why are you acting like this? I thought that we cared about each other?”

“Get that nightie off,” Greg said, and when Mary was slow in reacting he roughly assisted her.

“What the…” Greg said as he caught a glimpse of the bare skin under Mary’s upraised arms. “Who said you could get rid of the hair?”

“My body,” Mary said defiantly. “My choice.”

“You fucking slut,” Greg snapped, dragging her over to the couch.

“Please,” Mary whimpered. “Not like this.”

“As it was in the beginning,” Greg declared, recalling their first meeting at the couch that Mary found herself bent over, and he was sounding like a demented preacher as he shoved a couple of fingers up Mary’s ass.

It wasn’t the hair that incited Greg so much, but more of what it represented, which was his control over Mary. Control that had apparently evaporated, and it was that reality that made Greg feel like his perfect little world was crumbling.

“You’re just like Tracy,” Greg snapped as he shoved his cock into Mary’s non lubricated ass, enjoying the way Mary cried out as he buried himself deep into her cavity. “Lying cheating whore.”

It wasn’t love, that much was for certain, as Mary chose to accept what Greg seemed to think she deserved. Draped defenselessly over the back of the couch; the only sounds being made were

the slapping of their skin, Greg’s obscene muttering and Mary’s grunts caused with each deep probing of her.

Greg eventually came, a few minutes after Mary had, despite herself. After sending a final load deep into Mary’s bowels, Greg pulled his cock out of Mary, sobbing as he did so.

“Sorry,” Greg whimpered, his shame complete as he looked down at Mary. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I …”

Greg went up the stairs, leaving Mary to pull herself up onto her feet. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, and knew that if his relationship with Mary wasn’t over before, it certainly was now.

As for Mary, she was embarrassed as well. Feeling bad about betraying Greg, and ashamed for having cum during that last violation that left her ass as sore as her pussy was. She made it up the stairs slowly, just as the Lexus that Mrs. Mullin was piloting pulled in the driveway.

That would have been the final straw, Mary figured as she made it into the bedroom just before Tracy Mullin came up the stairs. Having Brianna’s mother witness her husband fucking her in the ass would have been the worst thing imaginable, or so Mary thought as she closed the bedroom door quietly behind herself.

***

Chapter Five: Everything is revealed.

The bedroom was dark when Mary entered it, but she could sense the presence of someone standing by the dresser, even it was only a murky shape. As Mary’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the form come toward her.

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You lean in and kiss me again softly. “I can’t believe you really made it. I was sure your wife would find some reason for you to have to stay at home.”

“I promised you I would be here for your birthday, Carol. Hope you liked your present.”

“Mmm, I sure did,” you whisper.

“I’m staying at the Super 8 in town. Can you get away for awhile?”

“My parents won’t miss me until later tonight. I’ll follow you there.”

The drive to the motel felt like it would last forever instead of the few minutes it took to get there. The room door was in the back, off of the main street; assuring that no one would recognize your truck being parked there. As you get out of the car, you approach me and take my hand in yours. Your other hand carries a small brown bag. “I have a birthday party to go to later ,” you explain. “I was going to change later but I guess I can just change here.” We walk to the door hand in hand, like high school students on a first tentative date. The sun is down and the moon is full above us as we stop and kiss in front of the door.

“Are you sure you are okay with this, Carol?”, I ask.

“After the parking lot, do you really need to ask that?” you reply with a soft smile

One quick motion of the card key and we are inside. As the door closes, you toss the bag on the bed and turn to kiss me again; a kiss with more passion than the previous one. Your tongue parts my lips and explores mine as my hands slide down your back to your ass. We are both moaning into each other’s mouths, signaling we are ready for more.

Suddenly, you place a hand on my chest and push me away. “I think you might like the dress for my party. Let me try it on for you.” Excited to watch you change, I am disappointed when you take the bag and walk into the bathroom. The sound of the latch tells me not to follow.

In moments, you emerge in a shiny black dress with thin spaghetti straps. The only light in the room comes from the bathroom as you spin slowly around, allowing me a full your body. As I start to move toward you, you raise your hand with your palm facing Sinop Escort me. “Just relax dear.” you say softly.

You walk across the hotel room, your little black dress clinging just perfectly to the curves of your body. Your only thoughts are of seducing me. You stop when I’m just out of your reach and turn so your back is to me; I know from our chats how you like a tease. Slowly, you unzip the back of your dress, sliding it down the length of your body to reveal your soft creamy skin. You peek over your shoulder to see the look of appreciation on my face as my eyes move from the clasp on your black lace bra, to the slip of fabric on the matching thong, to the black garter attached to thigh-high stockings.

You turn to me, and take a small step forward still staying just out of reach. The small moan of appreciation that escapes my lips makes a chill run up your spine. Your pussy is already wet with lust, and hunger. I want you, all of you. But you’re biding your time. You unfasten your bra, revealing your perfect breasts, your nipples already hard in anticipation. You lick the thumb and forefinger of your right hand and lightly twist your right nipple, keeping your eyes locked on me. I can tell as you partly close your eyes that it feels good, the slight pain, and the shock of pleasure. You take a half a step forward. I can smell you now; I can feel the heat from your body as you move closer.

As you inch closer, hands caressing your body, I realize that you are not just wearing any old panties…they’re crotchless. I can see glimpses of your perfectly smooth mound, and see a hint of wetness on it.

“You can touch me now,” you whisper..

My touch is timid at first, grasping softly to your sides as I draw you closer. My eyes slide over your body greedily, taking in every inch. I glide my hand down your skin, feel all that I’ve wished for since you sent me that first picture of you.

We’re close enough now that you can feel my breath on your stomach. Chills run across your body as I flick out my tongue….surprising you by just grazing the Sinop Escort Bayan skin on your belly. You raise on leg up onto the bed and I brush my tongue through the slit in your panties. As I push more forcefully through, touching the tip of my tongue to your clit, you nearly collapse. You have to brace yourself against me.

I pull you closer, devouring you. I’m so yours.

My hands grip you so tightly, lifting you just enough that I can now suck on your swollen clit, flicking it occasionally. Your wetness starts to slide down my chin as I bring you to a nearly instantaneous orgasm. You hope it will be one of many. “It’s your turn now” you whisper to me.

You softly push me away from you, forcing me to lie on to the bed. You’re eyes appear ravenous now as you nearly tear at the zipper of my pants. You want so badly to release my manhood I lift my hips to aid you in pulling my pants and boxers down and you gasp as my cock springs free. It’s looks larger than it felt earlier in the parking lot. You don’t even hesitate, but greedily suck the tip of it into your mouth. You and I both moan with pleasure as you slowly slide inch by inch down the shaft until I feel the back of your throat pressing against me.

You grip the base with your other and begin to suck me. You twist your tongue around the head of my shaft as you come to the tip, flicking it lightly at the most sensitive spot underneath. My hips begin to rise up to meet you, slow thrusts to match your downward motion. My hands are on the back of your head gently but firmly setting a steady pace.

I love the way I feel in your warm, wet mouth.

“I want to make you cum”, you whisper. But it would seem I have other ideas as you feel my hand grip your hair and lightly pull you off my throbbing cock. I crawl out from underneath you and stand up, removing what’s left of the clothes I wear. You stand up for a moment; unsure of what I’m wanting next…your only thoughts are of wrapping your lips around me again.

I grab you, pushing you down on to the bed. Falling on top of you, my Escort Sinop mouth on your left breast, my hand moving to your other; I flick and suck your nipples. Your hips involuntarily start grinding against me. All I can think of is being inside you again, filling you.

I continue to tease you, taunting you with the tip of my cock. I let it graze against your sex all the while squeezing and sucking on your sensitive nipples. I know you love the feeling and want to cry all at the same time.

“Please. Please fuck me.” you plead.

I chuckle around your nipple and thrust inside you with one fast movement, burying myself completely inside your waiting pussy. I pause a moment, and you clench your muscles around my hard cock, squeezing.

I pull back out slowly and then quickly thrust into you again, pulling back faster and faster as you go. You pull my head up, and we lock in a kiss not of romance but of passion. Your hips rise to meet me, grinding your clit against me as I thrust down.

Our sex is now pure lust, our bodies matching pace with each other, our kisses broken only by our gasps for air. You feel a second, orgasm building and you clutch tightly to me as your legs wrap around my waist. Your nails scrape up my back as you cum. Your reaction only spurs me on. I continue to love you, still moving quickly as your breathing increases.

“I’m going to cum again,” you cry out. “Make me cum.”

Your muscles spasm around me as another wave of orgasm rushes over you, almost seeming to be desperate to hold my cock inside you. I feel the pressure building in my balls, and with one final thrust I explode deep inside your pussy, cumming in spurt after spurt of desire. I don’t want to move; just to stay deeply inside you .. feeling your warmth around me. As our breathing slows finally, I remove myself from you and roll over on my side as your turn to face me. Our kisses are softer now; gentle brushing kisses of two exhausted lovers.

You fall asleep briefly as we lay together. I lay awake with light from the bathroom providing enough illumination for me to see the slight smile on your lips as you breath slowly.

As I brush my fingers across your forehead, you awaken. Sleepily, you look at me. We both need to freshen up as we take turns wandering into the bathroom. I sit on the counter as you wash, then follow you back into the room.

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