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Day two:

She awoke to a gentle nudging, followed by a not so gentle nudge.

He was already up, and slightly sweaty, she noticed. He prodded her foot again, “Time to get up, there are kayak’s awaiting.”

Still a bit muddled by sleep she swung her feet down and rubbed her eyes. “Kayaks?”

“Yeah, I signed us up for a kayaking and snorkeling trip and we have to be there by 8:00,” he said as he pulled her up and kissed her forehead.

She grumbled a second then headed for the bathroom. She emerged 15 minutes later, hair and teeth brushed, and looking as radiant as ever, he thought. He kissed her again then guided her to the door and down the elevator and out to the street. A few minutes’ walk brought them to a small beach on a calm cove. Black sand patches interspersed with outcroppings of black lava stretched out along both sides, dotted with palm trees. On the road a trailer with six kayaks was parked. The couple howdied the man and helped him tote the remaining plastic boats to the water.

Over the next few minutes another two couples arrived, thus filling the group. A short briefing by the guide followed and they were out on the water. As they paddled the guide would point out certain trees, plants, etc. and tell them the Hawaiian names as well as which trees were native. It turned out that Maui was, at one time, covered in Koa trees.

The sun was warm, the water clear, and the air calm and they covered a few miles when the guide announced it was time for a swim. Masks and fins were quickly (more or less in the rocking boats) and they rolled one by one into the water. Below them spread the best aquarium in the world. Colorful fish swam in and around equally colorful corals. The curious shapes of the corals gave a surreal effect, some looked like giant spiked mushrooms, others appeared as huge grey brains and still others looking like tiny trees. The guide pointed out the goatfish digging in the sand with their whiskerlike barbells, the longnose butterfly fish and the raccoon butterfly fish with a black band across its eyes.

A little further on they found a turtle floating on the surface. As the group swam closer it raised its head and took a gulp of air then leisurely swam through the group of humans and headed for deeper water in search of its next meal.

After about 30 minutes in the water the group remounted their kayaks (not as easy as it sounds) and paddled to the next snorkeling spot halfway back to the beach. The sun was high and several more groups of kayakers were on the water when they finally rebeached their boats and helped carry them to the trailer.

The couple walked back up the road to their hotel and had lunch overlooking the ocean. It was early afternoon when they made it back to their room. “I could do with a nap,” he said, yawning expansively.

“And a shower, methinks,” she added.

“Doth me odor offend thee, my faire?” he asked as he grabbed her and planted a kiss on her delectable lips.

“Tis true, an odor, unpleasant in nature, does about thee hang,” she laughed, pushing him into the bathroom before turning and going back into the bedroom. He showered quickly and they passed in the doorway as she entered the bathroom upon his exit. After pulling on a pair of loose shorts he stretched out on the bed and quickly dropped into a shallow doze.

The doze was ended when he felt a bounce on the bed and found her sitting on the bed near his knees. She was wearing the terry robe from the bathroom and sat with one leg tucked under her, facing him, a Cheshire cat grin on her adorable face.

“Having Ordu Escort a good nap?” she asked as she ran her little hand over his knee and upper leg. He slowly nodded.

She continued, “I think you took advantage of me last night. You know how I get when you … restrain my hands.” He reached for her but she batted his hand away, “No, you keep your hands over your head.” He did as he was told. She watched her hand moving up and down his leg then looked up at his face and smiled when her fingertips touched the bottom of his balls, elicted a small gasp from him.”Oh, you like that do you?” Her fingers moved up and stroked the bottom of his shaft as her playful blue eyes remained locked on his. “You know another thing I like is being charge, like now, so you just keep your hands where they are and everything will work out OK for you.”

Her eyes strayed back down to his shorts where her hand toyed underneath. “I think it likes this,” she said as his erection made itself know through the thin cloth. She pulled the leg of the shorts up, fully exposing his swollen member. She cupped his balls with one tiny hand while she stroked up and down the rigid shaft with the other hand. “Oh, yeah, he likes it,” she teased.

She leaned forward and kissed his balls then traced further kisses up the bottom of the shaft. Standing his cock straight up she looked into his eyes as she licked his cock like a dripping Popsicle. She sat back up when he closed his eyes and moaned.

“No, no, no, keep your eyes open or I’ll stop.” She giggled when his eyes popped open. “I think you like it, too.” She said, leaning forward. With her eyes staring deeply into his she took his cock into her mouth and, sucking gently, moved her head up and down. One fingered traced a circle below his balls as she sucked for a minute or two.

She released him with a audible ‘pop’ and sat back up, then rose from the bed, “That should be enough,” she stated, then laughed at the look on his face. She allowed the robe to drop from her naked body, “OK, maybe a little more.” She got back on the bed, straddling him, her sex directly on his, her hands on his chest. “Make sure your hands stay put,” she warned as she slid her sex up and down his now twitching shaft. “I may be a little wet still … from the shower.” Her eyes closed as she rocked her hips and continued sliding herself along the shaft, leaning forward slightly to put her clitoris in contact with it. He watched her face closely as she bit her lower lip in concentration; her hip motions became more specific as she maximized her own pleasure, which also maximized his.

She stopped and closed her eyes, regaining control, then slid forward and kissed him, her hair falling around his head as her tongue darted through his lips. Her hands moved to his biceps stretched over his head and he felt the damp heat of her sex on his abdomen. “You were very bad last night,” kissing him, “taking advantage,” she licked his lips, “of me,” deep kiss, “in my,” deeper kiss, “moment of weakness.”

She pulled her face back and they stared deeply into each others eyes then she stretched up, placing one very hard nipple in his mouth. He greedily sucked it in and licked it, bringing a moan from her. She offered the other nipple to him and he repeated the performance, adding a gentle nip to the enlarged tip. She slid back down and kissed him again, her sex sliding down his belly then raising slightly when she touched his erection. The look of concentration crossed her face again and she aligned her dampness with him, a look of victory appearing Ordu Escort Bayan on her lovely face when the head of his cock slipped into her.

“But,” she slid down an inch, “when you are very,” she pulled off an inch until just the tip was in her again, “bad … you are,” back down another inch, her eyes closed again, “are … pretty,” down another inch, “darn good,” as she slid down, taking his cock completely within her. She sat back for a second and they stared at each other, reveling in the sensations. Then she started rocking her hips, placing her hands in his, ignoring the fact he had removed his hands from over his head. He loved the look on her face as she rode him, rocking her hips front and back, then side to side, then thrusting up and down.

After a few minutes she collapsed down onto him, offering no complaint about broken rules when grabbed her amazing butt in both hands and began thrusting himself up into her. He wasn’t sure when her orgasm started but she began whimpering, “don’t stop, just like that” and shuddered uncontrollably, her pussy clenching his shaft and initiating his own climax.

Afterward she lay on top of him as their breathing slowed and they recovered. As he was about to drift back into his nap she propped herself up on her elbows and asked, “So what are we doing this afternoon and tonight?”

A little while later, rested and relaxed, they left the hotel and dawdled about the garden while they waited for the hotel bus to take them to town. With his hand in hers they took the time to admire the foliage, ohhhh’ing and awww’ing over the hibiscus flowers, the incredibly sweet smells of the plumeria, and otherworldish look of the ginger flowers. When the bus was ready to leave they dashed aboard and watched the island life pass by along the highway. Pale tourist families, the kids clutching boogie boards under their arms while the parents carted umbrellas, towel, and blankets scurried across the street and onto the amazingly beautiful beaches. Locals hung out in the parks, riding their rusty cruiser bicycles slowly alongside of the road.

The bus stopped in the middle of a historic town center and the driver informed them he’d be back every hour until 10:00. They departed and began wandering in and out of the stores and shops. Many of the shops offered non-descript T-shirts and others had shelves filled with island souvenirs made by the mainlanders of China. There were a few shops, however, offering items handmade by local artisans. Fierce and funny tikis, hand-blown glass art and jewelry, and baskets.

After an hour or so of this he led her into a tiki bar. Decorated with bamboo and thatch, tiki masks glaring from the walls, and minimal lighting, he guided her through the gloom to the back of the bar where large windows opened onto the ocean. He ordered two fruity rum drinks, complete with wee paper umbrellas and watched the sun sink into the ocean behind Molokini.

“How big is Molokini,” she asked.

He extended his arms out, palms facing each other. “My arms lack the length to suitably explain,” he said. He stopped her playful slap, catching her at the wrist. Rolling her hand over he kissed the back of it then continued, “From the bottom of the ocean here it’s a fairly substantial volcanic cone. From the surface of the ocean it’s rather small. The water is about 300 feet deep here between the islands, go five miles offshore and the water is 3000 feet deep.”

He kissed her hand again, then pulled her forward and brushed his lips across hers. “Anyway, you’ll see tomorrow. We’re going Escort Ordu snuba’ing out there.” He answered the excited look on her face with, “Kinda like scuba diving but the air comes down a 30 foot hose from the surface.”

They ordered dinner and ate as he tried to answer all of her questions. ..

Back at the hotel they both undressed and showered. Once dried and ensconced in their fluffy bathrobes he led her out to the balcony then sat down in one of the lounges, drawing her down with him so she leaned against him. They sat for a spell in a companionable silence, watching the moon slide through the cloudless sky and listening to subtle sounds of the ocean against the shore. She reclined her head on his shoulder and breathed in the clean air, incredibly relaxed, and enjoyed his occasional kisses on cheek, and ear, and neck.

His hands slid under the robe, first stroking her tummy then moving up to cup her breasts. She settled back into him more. Fingertips stroked and massaged, causing her underlying arousal to rise to the surface. She made no complaint when he untied her robe and opened it, exposing her fully to the dark sky and the sea. Gentle pinches on her areolas brought her nipples to full hardness and he felt her hands tighten their grip on his legs. He murmured in her ear, nibbling it and nuzzling into her neck.

“You have … exactly… all night … to … stop.” She said.

Both hands moved from her breasts and rubbed circles down her tummy and onto her thighs. A gentle outward nudge and her legs parted. “I may be a little wet,” she said.

His fingertips moved up the inside of each thigh and she arched her back in ecstasy. His hands repeated the motion, each slow trip bringing a moan and a soft exhale. Another trip up and the fingers moved farther, just touching her labia then moving up, exploring the soft skin on each side of her sex. He spent several minutes in this pleasurable endeavor and watched as she released the grip on his legs and began rubbing her own breasts. They tantalized separate parts of her delicate body and she rhetorically asked, “You like watching me?”

He grunted in the affirmative and after a minute she continued in her sexy, teasing voice, “You’d probably like to watch me after I read one of your stories, too.” The thought crossed his mind and on the next trip along her inner thigh a fingertip slid between her labia and glided through the wetness it found there, eliciting a moan from her and she relaxed back into him a little more. The index finger of each hand slid up and around her sex, toying with the sensitive skin along each side of it.

“Does the lady find this … pleasing,” he breathe in her ear.

A murmur and a slight nod answered.

“And, perhaps the lady finds this pleasing as well,” he said as he rubbed the lips of her sex together. This was repeated several times along the length of it until her pleasure nub was sandwiched between and he rolled it between his finger tips.

“Oh, my, yes … ” she almost whimpered, “the lady finds that pleasing.”

“Thy pleasure, fairest, is of the greatest import,” as he continued up and down. Her lips spread apart when he stopped, inviting his deft finger to slip in and curl forward, rubbing her G spot. The other hand, not to be left out, swirled over her clitoris, pulling her lubricating moisture up over it.

Her hands left her breasts and she arched her back in the ecstasy of the moment, bringing her hands behind her head to grip his and pull it forward. Both his fingers increased their intensity on her until the muscles in her thighs shuddered and she came. Her legs spread wide as he timed his ministrations with the bucking of her body, keeping her orgasm going for as long as she could. She collapsed, pulling her legs tightly together and he wrapped her in the robe and his arms.

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I was dismayed when I read the sign that said the lift won’t work. I’d have to go up three floors to get to my bank. I wasn’t sure if my dodgy knees could take it. I climbed the stairs wearily cursing my luck. I felt angrier that I had let myself turn into self-pitying sexless middle aged man.

After much effort I had managed to reach just the first floor. As I stood there catching my breath and dreading the remaining climb up, I saw a glittering signboard for a spa. Curious, I stepped in and was greeted by a pretty young woman. She handed me the menu card. My heart froze when I saw the prices, it was just too much cash to burn for an hour. But then I thought I really didn’t have anything better to spend on anyway. Perhaps my body could do with some pampering.

I was lost in these thoughts when the receptionist asked me in Hindi “local or northeast?”. I stared blankly at her and absently said local and also chose aromatherapy massage. She smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye and called for a therapist. (I later learnt that masseuses from the northeast did professional massages, so it’s easy to guess what the locals’ expertise is.)

My masseuse introduced herself as Ruby. She was in her late twenties and had a fair complexion, typical of people from that part of coastal India. She had a cute smile and smelt heavenly. She said she’ll be back with the oil and gave me Mersin Escort a disposable panty to change into.

I took off my clothes, picked up the panty but was confused. The panty was actually a small triangle of paper-like fabric with elastric strings around and behind. I tried it on and the triangle just about covered my penis and the string behind just slid through my bum crack, like a G-string . I removed it and just wrapped a towel around me and waited for Ruby to come. She entered without knocking and smiled me. She asked if I was ready and I told her that women’s panty had mistakenly been given to me. She chuckled and said they have just this for all clients.

She said I can choose to go nude if I wanted to but I wasn’t sure. So I said I’ll put that panty back on. I expected her to step out while I changed but she just stood there smiling. I had no choice but to turn around and quickly pulled this up. Being almost naked with a woman in the room got my groins buzzing. I pulled my half-erect penis up so that when I lie down on my stomach it will be parallel to the bed and not poke it.

The massage started from the top of my back. She asked me about myself, my job, where I was from and so on. She was quite chatty and that put away my hesitation. Ruby’s hands slid down to my bum and started kneading it furiously. She pulled my bums apart exposing Mersin Escort Bayan my arse hole and poured more oil on top of the butt crack. Contrary to my expectation, I was quite enjoying it. My mind wandered to many years ago when I was naked with another woman. That was the last time a woman’s hand touched my bottom.

Her next question stunned me. She asked if I took “extras”. I was nearly naked on the massage bed and extras could mean only one thing. I said I’d never done it before, in fact this was the first massage of my life. With her hand caressing my bum, she reeled out what all “extras” she can do and how much they’ll cost.

As a middle-aged man who’s not had sex in ages, nearly naked in the same room as a pretty young woman, I knew I had no choice but to succumb to this temptation. With the cash I had at the time, I could only get a hand job. I told her what I wanted.

She slid her oily hands from below my bum and tugged at my testicles. It was mind-blowing and my erection was full-on now, straining against the panty. She moved down to my thighs and legs and regularly slide her fingers through my but crack. As she finished doing my feet, I expected her to ask me to turn around but she surprised me by massaging my bottom again. This time though it was more sensual and she gently put her finger into my arse hole and finger fucked Escort Mersin me. I was aroused like never before and my penis forced itself out of the top of the panty.

She asked me to turn around and saw my thing peeking out. She remarked playfully that that’s quite big. She worked her way up starting from the feet and focused a lot on my groins.

She then massage by chest and as she got to my abdomen my penis started throbbing. She slowed down her strokes as she reached the public area and gently pulled down my panty. She massaged my balls with her right hand whilst gently stroking my shaft with the other hand. Her right hand deliberately and slowly brushed against the hair near the anus, it sent an electric shock through my body.

As my body started convulsing in pleasure, she gradually increased the pace of her strokes building up my climax. Just before I was about to come, she stopped and pulled hard at my scrotum. She started again after a minute.

I had never had so much excitement over a very long time. At that moment, I felt like I’d regained my youth. With this feeling of jubilation, I started moaning, shaking my hips and finally shooting my load into her hand. She held my penis till it went limp.

She asked me if I’d enjoyed it. I said she had no idea how much I loved it and what it means to me. She said I could ask for her the next time I visited the spa. I promised her I would.

If it wasn’t for Ruby, I’d have just endured a depressing life filled with regret and self-pity. Now I have the opportunity to regain my vitality and enjoy life. I will return to Ruby for sure. So many more exciting adventures await me.

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After a couple of days I was really looking forward to another session with Mary. At the front of my mind was the possibility I’d also be seeing my mother nude, which I’ve got to admit excited me more than doing what ever I pleased with Mary. Over breakfast I asked mom if she could get back here like the other day before two, she smiled and said she would so I text Mary and told her to come to my place at two. Her text came back almost straight away saying she would be there.

‘Have you thought what you’re going to do with her today?’ Mom asked.

‘Actually I have. After she’s blindfolded and you’ve come in, I’ll tell her to strip like last time then I’m going to tie her hands behind her back. You can play with her while I get undressed if you’d like, then I’ll ‘do it’ from behind probably using her arse again.’

‘You were joking, the other day went you?’

‘About what?’ I asked

‘When you said you wanted to see me nude?’

Wow, what a question. ‘No.’ was the only reply I gave.

Mom looked at me, as she finished her coffee, but didn’t elaborate on her question or my rely. As she got up to leave for work she said she’d see me later and left.

Oh man! This afternoon looked like being a memorable one! Even before she’d backed off the drive I’d text Diane with the latest info.

I made myself work on college stuff till after one. Fixed myself a snack and made up a sandwich for mom, then had a shower. My mother came in just after half one kissed me on the forehead, for thinking of her she said and went up to her room. At two on the dot Mary arrived.

I led her into the lounge. Like last time there were no hellos or any form of greeting between us. I told her to kneel and I put the blind fold over her eyes. I had my hand inside her bra fondling her boob when my mother came in wearing her thin bathrobe. It was a mark of my maturity, I didn’t actually say, ‘fuck me!’ out loud. But you can take it as read, I thought it.

I told Mary to stand and strip. I let her take everything off this time. Once she was naked I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together with some rough parcel string. Mom came forward and with out any warning slapped Mary on the face. Mary jumped in surprise but recovered before mom slapped her again and then several times on her tits and bum. She kept up her slapping until I had stripped off my things. Mary had occasionally let out a short yelp of pain but otherwise was silent.

As mom stepped back she looked at me with undisguised lust in her eyes, untied her robe and let it hang open, more than enough for me to see her tits and bush!

Her body actually took my breath away. I knew she looked after herself but I had no idea she was quite so fit, in every sense of the word. Gathering my wits I guided Mary to a couch, told her to kneel and leaned her forward so her head was resting on the couch. Her tits hung down and looking vaguely like grapefruits inside socks. I gave her behind a few slaps myself for good measure and fingered her Kuşadası Escort pussy which was laterally dripping. With no warm up I pushed my dick into her arse dry. Mary’s face was tight against the cousin of the couch which muffled her moans of pain or pleasure.

As I slid my dick in and out of her tight arse I never took my eyes off my mother’s incredible body. My mother in turn never once looked away from the obscene display playing out in front of her on her living room carpet. I came with a very satisfied grunt watching my mother gently fondling a boob with one hand and stroking her pubes with the other. As I came I’d had an image in my mind of Mary eating mom’s pussy.

Once I’d got my breath back, I untied Mary’s wrists slumped back on a couch and told her to dress and leave. Mom had slipped out of the room as I’d sat down. As soon as Mary had gone she came into the room and sat across from me. I asked her to open her gown again which she did with out a thought. I felt the blood return to my dick as I looked at her.

‘You looked like you enjoyed slapping Mary.’ I said.

‘More than I imagined I would. I don’t think I cramped your style so much today…seeing me like this didn’t gross you out then?’

‘Ha Ha, I’ve a feeling you know how hot you look.’

‘Are you serious?’ She asked genuinely supprised.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You think I look hot?’

‘Mom, it’s not something I’d joke about.’ Which made her smile. ‘I get the impression you don’t find looking at me to difficult either. How about we do this more often?’

‘Me slapping Mary while you bugger here?’

I had to smile at her reply. ‘Well yes, but I meant being nude around each other.’

‘That my boy is a seriously depraved suggestion, I’m shocked!’ she said as she opened her legs enough to flash me a glimpse of her pussy! ‘But right now I need to get back to work and you I imagine have at least one young lady waiting for you to make an appearance.’

‘Diane will be waiting for a report on today’s assignation but I’m not seeing her till after her lesson this evening.’

‘Don’t you dare mention me being naked!’

‘Too later I already told her I’d asked you to return the favour. You can’t want me to lie to her surely?’

‘Don’t call me surely.’ She said as she got up and went upstairs to dress.

I sent the report to Diane who loved it, she said she wished I’d filmed it. She told me she was looking forward to seeing me as she had a serious itch for me to scratch.

As mom went though the lounge on her way out she lent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. Something she has never done before, a bit like letting me see her almost nude in a way.

I spent the rest of the afternoon studying and swapping messages with the gang. Mary sent one too. ‘Like you said, I should be careful what I wished for.’

Diane met me in the usual café and almost dragged me out to my car. I drove us to our usual spot, slid my seat back and let her do all the work. I had Kuşadası Escort Bayan after all had a long day. After her itch had been well and truly scratched we made out in the time honoured fashion and talked about our mothers! When I got in around ten, mom was in the kitchen ready for bed. She asked how Diane was and I told she was as happy as a song bird. Mom then asked if I’d really told her what she’d done. I couldn’t help but smile. She asked what Diane had said and I told her she loved it and wished I’d filmed it all. We were sat side by side at the counter on stools. I reached across and gently opened her robe to uncover her right breast.

‘You really do have a fabulous body you know.’ I told her quietly.

She reached over and carefully lowered my fly, I fished out my waking dick for her to see. ‘And you my boy have one great looking cock.’ As she stood up she slipped her gown off and didn’t put it back on until was leaving the kitchen, after she had fussed around the sink and cleared a few things from the table. What a day!

The next morning I got a text from Anne asking if I wanted to meet up later in the morning. She had suggested ten and that’s when I arrived. I got quite a shock when her mother opened the door and asked me to come though to the lounge. When I asked if Anne was ok, she apologised for the subterfuge but had wanted to have a chat with me in private. Anne apparently had gone out in a hurry and left her phone behind.

Her mom of course had gone though Anne’s texts. Which as you can imagine had some very damming evidence. Not knowing what she was going to do or say I could only sweat it out.

‘You seem to be having quite an active sex life at the moment.’

There was no denying it but so far she didn’t seem to be overly upset. ‘In fairness you did know I was sexually active when you and my mother introduced me to Anne.’

‘But I didn’t know you’d also been introduced to Diane.’

‘Anne knew she didn’t have time for a steady boyfriend. It was her idea to be friends with benefits if you like.’

‘That’s fine if Anne is happy with it, but where does Diane’s mother fit into it all?’

Ah, I thought and gave her to edited highlights of Mary offering herself to me if I stopped seeing Susan and not do anything… unpleasant with Diane like she thought I had been doing with Susan.

‘Who is Susan?’

‘Susan is the girl I was seeing when my mother got it into her head to find me a more suitable girlfriend.’

‘What was wrong with Susan? Are you still seeing her?’

I told her we’d split up before I met Anne and enough about Susan for her to see where my mother was at.

‘So why did Mary make the deal she made?’

‘The deal was bunkum, she just wanted me to have sex with her, rough sex.’

‘And Diane doesn’t mind?’

‘She set up the first assignation.’

‘Oh… And the other day when your mother watched you having sex with Mary. Would you like to expand on that incident?’

‘That I Escort Kuşadası have to say was a… well fucked up experience. My mom knew Mary from her college days. It was she who’d assured me Mary’s self sacrifice wasn’t as altruistic as it appeared. But on a plus it made my mother aware of a certain lack of excitement in her own life.’

‘To be honest your activities could make anyone feel they were missing out on some excitement.’ Did I detect wistfulness a note in that comment!

Anne’s mother looked at me, obviously making up her mind about something.

‘Right young man you’re off the hook. Regardless of what I feel about your behaviour I have never seen Anne so full of life as she is at the moment. Studying to become a doctor is a difficult business, possibly as stressful as actually being a doctor. It seems to be doing her the world of good, having a…. bona fide stress eliminator like you, in your life.’

‘You may continue to see my daughter but please try to be careful. Already more people know about your involvement with Mary than you realise. That your mother has become involved could lead you all into very hot water.’

She looked me in the eye and paused before asking in a softer voice if I could please be careful with her baby. I assured her I would be very careful but felt I needed to point out, Anne’s sexual desires easily matched my own.

With that she told me she needed to get back to her surgery, shook my hand and walked me out of the house.

My life was becoming one surreal experience after the next. It was getting to the point where I was starting to wait for the next one to come around the corner. Around the corner on that day was a text from my mother asking if I was going to be home for lunch. I told her I was but couldn’t figure out why she’d ask.

I couldn’t settle into my college work so played on my computer until half one when I made a couple of sandwiches up for us. My mother showed up not long after they were ready. We ate sat at the breakfast bar, mom I could see had something she wanted to say. For someone usually quite forthright it was odd to see her so hesitant.

In the end I asked her to spit out what ever she had on her mind.

After a deep breath she told me she believed my father was cheating on her. The news predictably stunned me. I asked who with and how she knew. She told me she hadn’t figured out the who but she had seen weals on his bum as he came out of the shower this morning, obviously she believed, caused by something like a cane.

I asked if she had any other ‘evidence’ to which she said she would find it once she began looking.

The funny thing was, my mother didn’t act the outraged, wronged wife. She was more like someone who was in danger of losing a business deal to a rival.

Mom asked if I could help her find out who he was seeing. I was reluctant to agree but did my best not to let my reluctance show. She asked if I knew a way to check where my father goes. I knew of several off the top of my head and said if she could get his phone I could put an app onto it which would show us his location through Google map.

Mom looked at me almost in awe, she couldn’t believe it’d be that simple. How could anyone cheat any more? She asked. It was I had to admit an intriguing question.

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Dick Hardown was the principal of Roughton University. His job wasn’t easy, but it was quite rewarding. Yes, the salary and benefits were very nice. However, the best thing about being a college principal was the students. The female students. And the hottest female students were cheerleaders.

The school’s football team was truly terrible. However, there wasn’t a single college in the country that had cuter cheerleaders than the ones that attended Roughton University.

The school mascot was the beaver while the school’s colors were black and violet. The cheerleaders’ tops and bows were black while their miniskirts and bloomers were violet.

The cheerleaders were on the field getting ready for the game against tonight’s opponent, the Washington Warhawks. Mr. Hardown had the perfect view of the football field from his office.

Mr. Hardown pulled the blinds aside and peeked out of his office window as he stared out at the football field. The cheerleaders were stretching on the field, and it was a glorious sight to see.

At that precise moment, one of the cheerleaders dropped her pom poms. She bent down to pick them up. Her miniskirt crawled up her legs, allowing Mr. Hardown to have a clear view of her large round ass. Her cheeks were hanging out, and the outline of her pussy lips could be seen through her thin violet bloomers.

Mr. Hardown unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock, and began to masturbate.

Eventually, he achieved orgasm, and he ejaculated all over the window. He grabbed a blank piece of paper, wiped the cum off of the window, and tossed the paper into a nearby garbage bin.

Suddenly, he heard a loud rapping noise on his office door. Mr. Hardown buckled his belt, zipped up his pants, and grabbed a stack of papers. He pretended that he was working on paperwork.

“Come in!” he yelled.

The door opened, and Ms. Pusskins walked in. A blonde cheerleader followed her into the office. Mr. Hardown instantly recognized her. Courtney Assmon. Courtney was his favorite student. She had the perfect body, and she always wore the perfect clothes to show off that sexy body of hers.

Ms. Pusskins placed a beaker onto Mr. Hardown’s desk. The beaker contained a white foamy liquid. Mr. Hardown stared at it, wondering what the strange liquid was.

“What is it?” he asked her.

“I’ll show you,” she said.

Ms. Pusskins tossed a pair of black socks onto the table. She poured a small amount of liquid onto the socks. Within seconds, holes began to appear, and the material vaporized into thin air.

“I overheard Courtney telling someone that she was going to have somebody use this at tonight’s game,” she said. “Plant this all over the visiting cheerleaders’ bench. Once it came into contact with the other cheerleaders’ undergarments, it would…”

“I think I got the picture,” he interrupted.

“Well, I find it appalling! And I demand that you address this immediately!” she ordered.

“And I shall address it,” Mr. Hardown replied. “You may go now, Ms. Pusskins. I would like to have a private conversation with Courtney regarding her role in this.”

Ms. Pusskins nodded and headed for the door. However, she decided to add another comment.

“This girl needs some discipline in her life, Mr. Hardown,” Ms. Pusskins said. “I sincerely hope that you can provide her with some.”

“I will, Ms. Pusskins,” Mr. Hardown stated. “I will.”

Once Ms. Pusskins had departed from his office, Mr. Hardown ordered Courtney to sit down.

As Courtney sat down, her skirt crawled up her legs. Mr. Hardown did everything in his power not to look up her skirt. Even a brief glimpse of her crotch would cause his libido to go wild.

“Courtney, you do realize how serious this is, don’t you?” Mr. Hardown said.

“Serious? But it was just a joke, Mr. Hardown,” she answered.

“Planning to use a chemical that exposes other cheerleaders’ body parts is a very serious offense, Courtney,” he said. “An offense that could severely damage this university’s reputation.”

“Well, you won’t let us cheer unless we’re wearing those tight uncomfortable bloomers,” she argued. “Why do you think we have so many guys in attendance for all of our games? Because they want to watch a 4-8 football team? Please. The team fucking sucks every year. They only come for the show, and that show is us.”

“So you decided to make other cheerleaders show their stuff and pay the price for an offense that they did not commit?” he asked. “Give those horny men a show while evading the consequences?”

“You make it sound like a bad thing,” she replied. “Cheerleading is all about pride and spirit. And every cheerleader should be able to show off her body. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“Courtney, you know that I cannot allow this to occur,” he said. “Something like this cannot happen in a public setting on school grounds. I’m afraid that I have no choice.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m going to have to remove you from the squad,” he told her. “Permanently.”

“No!!!” Maraş Escort Courtney shrieked. “No, Mr. Hardown! Please! No, please! Just give me one more chance! I need to be on the squad! Please! I’m begging you, Mr. Hardown! Please!”

“As the principal of this university, I cannot allow something like this to go unnoticed and unpunished,” Mr. Hardown stated. “You know that. So now I must…”

“Please, Mr. Hardown!” she screamed. “There must be something that I can do to stay on this squad! I’ll do anything! Anything! You name it! Just don’t remove me from the squad! Please!”

Mr. Hardown prepared to dismiss Courtney again. However, her willingness to do anything caused him to develop a crazy idea. Before he could think it through, he opened his mouth and spook.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll give you a test. If you pass, I’ll let you back on the squad. If not, you’re out, and any chance of representing this university as a cheerleader will be gone.”

“Okay, what do I have to do?” Courtney asked.

“Now I must warn you,” he said. “What I am about to do to you is very unorthodox and very unprofessional. However, I am doing this for your own good. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes!” she said. “I love being a cheerleader, and I will do whatever it takes to keep being one!”

“Good,” he said. “Now get up and turn around.”

“What?” she asked.

“Courtney, this is apart of your test,” he said. “Now follow my instructions without complaint.”

Courtney got up and turned around. Mr. Hardown picked up a ruler and walked over to her.

“It is evident that you lack discipline in your life,” he said. “So I am going to give you some discipline. I am going to assert my authority over you. And I am going to teach you how to behave.”

At that moment, he flipped Courtney’s skirt up. He stared at her large round ass, which was barely covered by a pair of thin violet cheer panties.

“Bend over!” he ordered. “Now!” Courtney immediately complied.

“Mr. Hardown, can you please tell me what you’re going to do to me?” she asked.

“Courtney, you have a been a very naughty girl,” he said. “And for that, I must punish you.”

Suddenly, Mr. Hardown grabbed her panties and ripped them right off of her. The loud RIPPING sound caused Courtney to shriek, but she did not move or turn her head around. Mr. Hardown lifted the panties up to his face and licked the moist crotch before he tossed them aside.

Mr. Hardown raised his ruler and whacked Courtney’s ass several times. She yelled as he repeatedly smacked her cheeks with his twelve-inch ruler. Eventually, her ass was covered in red bruise marks. Mr. Hardown leaned down and kissed each of her bruises, licking her ass as he did so.

“Now I’m going to perform an internal search to make sure you’re not hiding anything from me!” he said. “Dirty little cheerleaders always have something to hide. So let’s see what you’ve got!”

He dropped the ruler, took his right hand, rammed three of his fingers into Courtney’s pussy, and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned loudly as her pussy became moist and ready.

Mr. Hardown added a fourth finger to her pussy and picked up the pace. Courtney screamed. It was the best “internal search” that any man had ever given her.

Mr. Hardown plunged his fingers in deeper as he searched for something. Eventually, he found it. Her G-spot. Courtney shrieked, unable to suppress how much she was enjoying this punishment.

Finally, Mr. Hardown yanked his fingers out of her, and she came. It turned out that Courtney was a squirter. Her cum gushed out of her pussy as she came on his hands, the office rug, and the floor.

Courtney fell to the floor, panting heavily, as she tried to recover from her intense orgasm.

“Now it’s time for your oral exam,” Mr. Hardown said. “I’ll even provide a demonstration.”

Mr. Hardown picked Courtney up and tossed her onto his desk. Several items fell onto the floor as she landed there. He leaned forward, pulled Courtney’s legs back, and began to suck on her pussy. Courtney moaned as he ate her out. His tongue tickled her clitoris as he made out with her pussy lips.

Courtney’s screams continued to grow louder as she came once again. Mr. Hardown devoured the juices that came out of her pussy, savoring every drop that his tongue could collect.

A few moments later, Mr. Hardown got up and walked over to the other side of the desk.

“The top,” he said. “Lose it. Now. Your test cannot be completed unless the entire body is available for testing.”

Courtney smiled. She attempted to remove her top, but she was unable to get it off of her head. Mr. Hardown sighed. He grabbed the top and yanked it up and over her head.

Unsurprisingly, Courtney wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her top. Mr. Hardown stared at her gorgeous rack. Courtney’s double D’s were as amazing as he had imagined.

“No bra underneath, huh?” he asked. “Apparently, your upper body needs as much discipline Maraş Escort Bayan as your lower body did.”

Mr. Hardown placed both of his hands on Courtney’s boobs and began to play with them. He slowly stroked her nipples, twisting and turning them. She moaned as he massaged her rack.

Mr. Hardown leaned down and licked her tits with his tongue. At that moment, Courtney pushed her tongue into Mr. Hardown’s mouth. Mr. Hardown pushed his tongue back into his mouth to meet her tongue. They made out for several seconds as he groped her amazing boobs.

Once they had separated, he leaned back, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them. His erection was clearly visible through his dark green boxers.

“Alright, I’ve given you your oral exam,” he said. “Now it’s time for you to show me how well you can perform an oral exam.”

He sat down in his chair and waited for Courtney to approach him. Courtney walked over to him and got on her knees. She yanked his boxers down his legs and off of his feet. Once they were gone, Courtney turned her head and stared at his seven-inch cock. Her face indicated shock.

“Oh my, Mr. Hardown!” she said. “It’s so… it’s so big! I don’t know if it’ll fit in my…”

“Do it!” he demanded. “If you want to stay on the squad, you’ll take my lollipop and suck it!”

Courtney immediately obeyed. She shoved Mr. Hardown’s dick into her mouth and began to suck on it. He groaned loudly as she pushed his large cock down her throat. Her mouth nearly covered his entire shaft. She pressed her tongue against the head, moving it back and forth against his urethra. Mr. Hardown felt the semen in his cock rise. He knew that he couldn’t cum before he entered her.

Mr. Hardown gently pushed her head to the side, and she released his cock from her mouth. Mr. Hardown stood up and whacked his dick against her cute little nose.

“You’re on the pill, right?” he asked.

“Of course,” she giggled. “I hate latex. Getting to feel the skin on my skin is so much better.”

“I agree,” he said. “Now get on that desk and get yourself ready for my arrival.”

Courtney giggled and climbed onto his desk. Mr. Hardown placed his cock onto her pussy. He shook it several times, beating her clitoris as he did so. Courtney gasped, unable to deny the pleasure that Mr. Hardown was giving her. Finally, he pushed himself inside of her and began to fuck her.

Courtney moaned as Mr. Hardown pounded her twat with his cock. The walls of her moist pussy gripped his dick, making him want to move even faster and fuck her even harder.

Suddenly, the door to his office opened. Courtney’s best friend and cheerleading partner, Jenna Vagnus, walked into Mr. Hardown’s office. Jenna stared at the two, and her face widened in shock.

“Courtney, what the hell?” she yelled.

“Jenna!” Mr. Hardown screamed.

He pulled out of Courtney and ducked under his desk. Crap. He was busted. His reputation would be ruined. The school board would fire him immediately and ensure that he never worked again.

“Courtney? You’re fucking the principal?” Jenna yelled.

“Look, Jenna, I can explain,” Courtney said. “Mr. Hardown was just giving me a test and…”

“I cannot fucking believe this!” she groaned. “Here you are having sex in the principal’s office with the principal! And you never thought to invite me? Wow! I am very disappointed in you.”

Mr. Hardown stared at Jenna. He was stunned. This wasn’t the reaction that he was expecting.

“I’m so sorry, Jenna,” Courtney replied. “Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?”

“Well, I have been feeling a little dirty,” she confessed. “Perhaps you can help… clean me off.”

Jenna sat down on a couch in Mr. Hardown’s office. She leaned back and spread her legs, revealing her violet cheer panties. Courtney turned to face Mr. Hardown. He nodded in approval.

“Go ahead,” he said. He breathed a huge sigh of relief as he got up and calmly sat down in his chair. “Show me what you have learned from your oral exam, Courtney. I want to see it for myself.”

Courtney giggled. She climbed onto the couch, grabbed Jenna’s panties, and pulled them off of her legs. Mr. Hardown’s cock got hard again as he stared at Jenna’s pink shaven pussy.

“Here, you’re gonna need those,” Courtney told Mr. Hardown.

Courtney tossed Mr. Hardown Jenna’s panties. They landed on his face, and he inhaled the moist fluids that were inside of them. He could smell it. Jenna was just as naughty as her best friend.

“Jenna likes it when guys cum in them,” Courtney explained. “Just saying.”

Courtney leaned down and began to suck on Jenna’s pussy. Jenna moaned as her best friend ate her out. Courtney stuck her ass up in the air as she kissed Jenna’s moist pussy lips. She also rubbed her fingers against her own clitoris so that she could have an orgasm too.

Mr. Hardown pounded his cock as he watched the two cheerleaders play with their pussies. Mr. Hardown had some very naughty fantasies, but this Escort Maraş was far better than anything he had ever imagined.

As Jenna screamed, Mr Hardown yelled. Eventually, the screaming became too intense. He wrapped Jenna’s panties around his cock as he ejaculated, smothering the crotch with his warm cum.

Jenna got up from the couch and gave Courtney a wet kiss on her lips. She walked over to Mr. Hardown, grabbed her panties, and sucked the cum right off of them.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Hardown,” she said. “You can taste me next time.”

“I look forward to it,” he replied. “Keep your grades up, Jenna.”

“I will as long as you can keep that cock up,” she answered. “Alright, I gotta go meet Ashley. She’ll be pissed if I don’t save some of my pie for her. I’ll see ya around, Courtney. Mr. Hardown.”

She placed the panties inside of her top, flipped up her miniskirt, and gave Mr. Hardown a nice long look at her ass. After a few seconds, she pulled her skirt down and walked sexily out of his office.

Mr. Hardown got to his feet and walked over to Courtney. She rubbed her clitoris, purring softly as she thought of a variety of naughty things.

Mr. Hardown grabbed his ruler off of the floor, raised it into the air, and smacked her pussy. Courtney screamed and removed her hands immediately from her cooch.

“Tell me, my dear,” he said. “Can you do a handstand? And how long can you do one?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I think I can stand on my hands for five minutes if you like.”

“Show me,” he demanded.

Courtney stood up and did a handstand. Her skirt flew up, allowing Mr. Hardown to have a great view of her ass and delicious pussy.

Mr. Hardown grabbed her legs with both hands, held her steady, lowered his head, and sucked on her pussy. She moaned as his tongue moved all over her moist pussy.

In addition to using his tongue, he rubbed his fingers all over Courtney’s twat, taking great care to properly stroke her clitoris. Courtney screamed as she came in Mr. Hardown’s mouth.

“Put it in!” she yelled. “Put that giant cock back in me! I need it! I fucking need it!”

“Very well,” he said. “If a giant cock is what you need, a giant cock I can provide.”

Mr. Hardown raised his right leg, inserted his cock into her, and began to pound her once more. He moved as quickly as possible, determined to give Courtney the best orgasm ever.

Courtney moaned loudly, but she began to lose focus as she stood on her hands. Recognizing this, Mr. Hardown pulled out of her and dragged her across the room. He tossed her onto the couch.

“Turn around,” he demanded. “I’m ready to finish this test and give you your final grade.”

Courtney nodded and turned around. Mr. Hardown flipped her skirt up, put his hands on her ass, pushed his cock onto her pussy, and entered her from behind.

Courtney moaned as Mr. Hardown pounded her pussy. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it as he plunged his cock as deep into her as possible. He moved his fingers across her clitoris, adding to the intense orgasmic sensation. Courtney screamed loudly, unable to contain her excitement. Mr. Hardown smacked her ass with his right hand, and the intense pleasure increased even more.

Mr. Hardown and Courtney screamed loudly as they reached their climax at exactly the same moment. The semen in his cock shot up, and he felt the orgasm overtake him.

Mr. Hardown moaned loudly as he ejaculated into Courtney’s pussy. He pulled out of her pussy halfway through the ejaculation, and he squirted some of his warm cum onto her ass and miniskirt.

Mr. Hardown groaned as he climbed up off the couch, walked over to his desk, and pulled his pants on. He was very happy, knowing that he had turned Courtney into a happy, obedient cheerleader.

Courtney climbed up off the couch and limped over to his desk. She was very sore, but going through Mr. Hardown’s unique form of discipline was worth it. She grabbed her top and used it to wipe Mr. Hardown’s cum off of her miniskirt, ass, and pussy. She licked the cum off of her top with a smile.

“So, uh… Mr. Hardown?” she asked. “What grade did I get on my… uh… test?”

“Well, I think it’s only fair that I give you an A+, Courtney,” Mr. Hardown replied. “You surpassed my expectations in every way… and in every place possible.”

“Excellent,” she said, as she slid her top back on. She grabbed her panties. They were torn apart and completely unwearable. She frowned as she showed him her shredded panties. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some new ones,” Mr. Hardown said. “After all, I am the principal.”

He took the panties from her and used them to wipe the fluids off of his cock.

“Besides, I wanted a souvenir,” he said. “Something to remember you by.”

“You want to remember me?” she asked, as she pulled her skirt down. The skirt just barely covered her crotch and ass. “Well, I can think of some things that I could do to help you out with that.”

“Courtney, public naughtiness will not be tolerated on this campus,” he said. “You’re not going to use that chemical at any of our games. It would prompt an investigation, and several jobs would be lost. Now naughtiness in here, or at, let’s say… my house… that’s a completely different story.”

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As I get home after work, my mind is distracted by the thoughts and fantasies you provoked during the day. I can still feel your wetness and the surging passion I felt as I had slipped a finger inside you during our brief encounter at work. Our agressive flirtation had led to me daring you to prove how wet you were and I must admit you were right! You broke the encounter off, though, saying it was too much and too fast for you. I complied to your wishes and headed home with a semi-erect cock. While I was disappointed, I didn’t feel you had teased me. Your sexy scent still clings lightly to my finger and I pause at my door to savor it again. I look down and notice not only my rapidly hardening cock, but that the door is not quite closed fully. Did I forget to lock the door this morning?

My erection just as quickly subsides as I realize there may be someone still inside. I quietly open the door and let it close. Looking in the bathroom I see it is empty, but the light is on. I know I turned it off this morning! I then realize the drapes are open as well on the giant windows. Ok, what kind of burglar checks out the bathroom AND would open the drapes?

As I near the knee-wall that separates the kitchenette from the main space the corner of my bed comes into view and I see a bare foot! Who’s sleeping in my bed? Sure enough I see more leg and a second foot suggesting that the legs they are attached to are spread slightly. I hear a soft moan and continue further into the room getting a brilliant view of one hand lightly rubbing a nice hairy crotch in slow circular motions.

Oh, how I love a hairy pussy! Hitting puberty in the 70’s, it is only natural that my first contact with the softest of female parts would include a lot of hair. I don’t mind lightly trimmed, but the totally shaved thing that is the rage now does nothing for me.

I move ever so slightly into the room, wondering who could be masturbating in my bed! I see the other hand kneading one glorious breast and see the nipple on the uncovered breast is nice and hard! Whoever this is she has beautiful areolas just large enough and dark enough to set them off from the rest of the breast. I must find out!

I move fully into the room and see it’s you! What the? This is beyond fantasy! You hair fans out onto the pillow and your eyes are closed. You must be aware of my presence as you softly tell me it’s about time I got home! Without saying a word I take off my clothes and stand next to the bed at waist level. I slowly stroke myself as a savor the sight of you still rubbing yourself and your breast.

The excitement has started a flow of pre-come which my fist has smeared over the entire tip. I look back to your face and notice your eyes are now open and fixated on watching the tip of my cock emerging from my fist. After a few more strokes you smile devilishly and tell me it looks good enough to eat. I nod that you, too, look the same!

You move to a semi-reclined position and remove my hand, releasing my cock. As it throbs slightly you giggle a bit, quickly saying as you see it slightly shrink that you were only giggling because you could count my heartbeat by the rise and fall! The reassurance that you like what you see makes it grow back to the ¾ size that it was.

Without touching it, you open your mouth and take about half of it inside, smiling as you look into my eyes. You softly tongue the underside of my cock and slowly let it side back out until just the tip remains between your oh-so-soft lips. I recall you saying that you lack a gag response and my breathing quickens. Will you do it? You look me dead in the eye, seeing my need and in one motion take me completely to the base. I see your eyes widen a bit as you feel me grow literally down your throat as I go from ¾ to almost full. You feel me pulsing in your Malatya Escort mouth and quickly back off and start a slow sucking from the tip to half way. I moan and you smile, knowing how good it feels.

I replace your hand with my own and I watch as your eyes roll back slightly with pleasure. You moan around my cock as one finger, then two enter you and I find your G-spot. I watch delighted as I manipulate my fingers inside of you and feel your hips start to buck in rhythm with my motion. I start to feel the first tingling of impending orgasm and you sense it immediately. You know instinctively that to continue would send this to a very fast conclusion. You let me slide from your mouth and innocently ask me, “How was that?”

The smile of bliss on my face is answer enough for you and I move around so I’m lying on top of you. I lower myself into your waiting arms and give you a soft kiss to start. Working my way back down I slide my body against yours as I kiss your neck and shoulders. I work my way to the top of your chest and slowly begin to kiss in-between you breasts. I move first to your right breast and playfully circle the nipple with my tongue. You moan and thrust your hips up into my stomach, wanting to see if you can make me penetrate you. But I know I need to calm down some more before I can enter you, (that is if I want to last more than 5 seconds!) so I rotate my hips back taking the tip you were feeling out of reach. I smile as you pout at me, and then you break into a smile and playful laugh.

After gently sucking and biting the right nipple I work over to your left breast. My favorite breast because while doing anything to it you can feel your partners’ heart beat. I don’t know why, but it just makes me feel so close to you when I lay my head on your left breast and feel your heartbeat. It seems we meld a bit right then and there.

I then slowly work my way across your belly, making sure that no spot goes un-kissed and then down to your left ankle, softly nipping at the inside of your foot. From this starting point I make the wonderful journey up the inside of your left leg past the calf and the inner thigh. I pass ever-so-lightly over your lower lips and continue down your right thigh to the ankle. I then start to repeat the journey back the other way. As I pass over your sopping wet sex the second time you thrust your hips upward, daring me to pass your pussy by again! I smile, knowing you are ready.

I lift each thigh up and push them toward your shoulders. Your wetness is fully exposed to me to do what I will with it. I rub my nose in your hairy pussy, inhaling deeply the wonderful scent of your sex. With a broad flat tongue I make one slow sweep from the bottom of your opening up to your fully aroused button. I hear your intake of breath as I enter you with my tongue, then back out and start to suck and lick your clitoris. I enter you with a finger as well, palm upward so that my long finger can curl up and back towards me to excite your G spot.

I hear you moan my name as between the working of my fingers and my lips and tongue you are getting ever closer. Your hips start to buck again in rhythm with my motions and your moans are getting loader. Faster and faster I rub you inside and lick and suck on you. Your movements are getting more frantic and with one huge shudder, you cry out. Waves crash as you come and I feel you grip my finger with your pussy in pulses that match your shudders. I continue to suck your clit and you grab my head, telling me to stop, “it’s too intense!” I comply only to withdraw my finger and with the full palm of my hand rub your entire crotch, trying to let you subside a bit while still keeping you going.

I draw myself up into an upright kneeling position between your legs and lifting your wonderful ass Malatya Escort Bayan start to rub my cock along the outside of you, lubricating my torrid erection while still keeping your orgasm fresh. You look into my eyes; you want me inside of you. I place my tip against your opening and in one slow, delicious, excruciatingly long stroke bury myself to the hilt inside you. You cry out again and I start a slow stroking motion. I try to let you feel every inch as it slides not only in but also out again. The look on your face tells me good things, but your next words are priceless.

“You may think you’re average sized, but the way you use it is definitely bigger than your actual size!”

I move on top and put my weight onto you while grinding onto your mons venus and rubbing my chest against your hard nipples. Sliding my arms under your shoulders I then put them over your wrists, pinning your arms above your head. I look straight into your eyes as I continue to slowly thrust into you and can tell the slightly trapped feeling is intense. I then sense a small tensing from you and start to release your wrists but you shake your head no. I physically and emotionally feel you relax, perhaps realizing that I would never hurt you, you are no longer afraid of the trapped feeling. My cock twitches and gets even larger feeling you release like that, making me feel honored that you could let down your guard with me. I thrust deeply and with more vigor in and out of your wonderful body and look in wonder as you tentatively reach up with your lips.

Knowing how we both feel about kissing and how emotionally charged we feel it is, this excites me even more and we truly kiss for the first time, lips parting and at first shyly exploring each others tongues.

I can’t hold back much longer so I know a change in position is in order. Not wanting to end the kiss I bury myself fully and slowly grind against you. It feels wonderful and I can still hold back at the same time.

I break off the kiss and ask if you’d mind if we try another position as this will make me cum too quickly. “What did you have in mind,” you ask playfully, looking up at me with big innocent eyes. Whew!

As I slowly slide out of your wonderful wetness you look at me with an almost hurt expression. You then smile as you know you will be feeling me inside you again and that I just need a breather to make it last longer for you.

I roll you onto your stomach and straddle your thighs. You feel my cock lying on the top of your ass, and again you tense slightly. I murmur that I know you don’t like anal sex and that it’s just resting for a moment.

I reach for a bottle of lotion and squeeze some onto my hands. Rubbing them together I warm the lotion to body temperature and slowly start to massage your shoulders and back. You feel a few drops of leakage as I return to a ¾ state and the lubricating pre-come oozes out of my cock. I continue to massage your back and work down to your beautiful ass. Using strong hands I caress and knead the flesh of your ass commenting on how much I’ve always liked watching you walk up the stairs at work. You giggle and say that this certainly feels nice, but don’t I need some release?

All in good time I whisper.

I get up off your legs and spread them, maneuvering my way between them on my knees. I put my hands under your hips and pull you onto your hands and knees, that stupendous heart-shaped ass in front of me right at cock level. I slide my hand down and spread your lips with my fingers, then take my quickly reviving cock and rub the tip on your opening. As before, your wetness allows me to insert the tip and slowly enter you until I have no more to give.

Right then and there I know that this will end up being our last position! There is simply no Escort Malatya way I can hold back. I start to thrust in and out of you and once we get a good rhythym going I stop moving my hips and start thrusting you onto my cock by pulling your hips forward and back. Such bliss as I feel myself approaching my full hardness and watch as your wet sex engulfs my cock, milking it, trying to get it to give up its’ wealth of cum. I hear your moans start again and stop moving you and start thrusting again with my hips, but now I lean onto your back and reach around and cup one of your fantastic breasts with one hand. I ask if you think you can support some of my weight and you say yes. I reach around and under with my other hand and find your clit with my fingers and start to rub it slowly with the same timing as my thrusts. You shudder as the feeling of your breast being caressed coupled with the rubbing of your button and the sliding in and out of my now fully hard cock sends you closing in on a second orgasm.

You seem to make almost a mantra out of my name. “Oh, Timmmmm. Oh, Timmmmm. Ooohhhhhh Timmmmmmm!”

I increase the pacing on all three points of arousal, and when I softly bite your shoulder blade you cry out and slam your ass back against me, burying my now throbbing cock inside of you. I feel the muscles of your sex in spasm and gripping and squeezing my completely hard cock. I feel your legs tremble and must release your breast so I can support myself. Your shudders continue and I keep thrusting in and out, but slowly now so you feel every bit of me. I sense you are starting to come down from that one so I quickly pull out from you, roll you onto your back, push your thighs up toward your chest and bury my face, completely abandoned to sucking you again.

“Oh my God,” you scream as my sucking and licking brings the previous orgasm back to the foreground and starts to build to another. Or is it just the continuation of the other one? Who really cares! Slipping a finger inside you again and going right to the correct spot you feel the waves crash for the third time. As soon as I feel you start this orgasm I move up and enter you for the third time.

You claw my back as I put my hands under your ass and you cross your legs around my back. Your screams of passion are muffled by my mouth kissing you as we slowly rock and grind together, waiting as you come back to earth. Finally you look into my eyes, an incredulous look on your face. You can’t believe I haven’t come. I let you know that I’m ridiculously close.

You tell me to get back on my knees in an upright position and semi-recline in front of me again. I look down and I look bigger than ever, but it’s probably just my imagination working from the wonderfulness of this experience.

You smile wickedly and take about half of my cock into your warm mouth, softly sucking and working the underside with your marvelous tongue. You then go into a slow motion going from halfway to the base, taking all of me into your mouth and I have to believe some part is in your throat!

You feel me get even bigger as I pass that delicate point of no return. Even though it’s still a few seconds away, I couldn’t hold back now if a bomb went off!

You know I’m going to cum and start going from the tip to halfway down, not wanting my cum to go right down your throat.

My breathing is getting ragged and my legs are shaking and you look into my eyes and I go over the edge! You feel the first blast of cum, warm and thick, on your tongue. The second one is not as much but your mouth is filling and you hold me in your hand and pull back past your teeth so just your lips are touching the tip so you can swallow. I hold back until you suck me back in and then let the final few shots loose in your perfect mouth. You softly suck me until I have to detach you, the intensity too much for me to take, and I rub the end of my cock as one or two drops more come out. I collapse beside you and take you in my arms, holding you. You sigh and ask me, “what do we do now?”

“Give me about a half hour and we’ll do it again.”

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I was to do a piece on one of San Francisco’s most popular band members for a magazine. Our first meeting was very casual and he told me to join him at his apartment later that day. I jumped at the chance to spend some down time with the musician responsible for an innovative kind of rock. I wore very casual clothes and he greeted me in nothing but loose white cotton pants.

I got my first look at him up close and he looked as amazing as he sounded. He invited me over to a soft Oriental carpet draped crookedly over the vast hardwood floor like an oasis. We sat cross-legged on it and he turned on some Led Zeppelin quietly in the background.

Bob pulled a joint off the small antique table near the rug and sparked it up. After deftly stopping all the runs in it with a moistened finger, he passed the fat wet thing to me.

“So what’s being a travel writer like? You been many places?” A slow, almost stoned grin reclined across his features as he struck up the conversation.

“Oh, I’ve been here and there.” I said all breathy, huge clouds of blue smoke escaping my lips.

“Ever been to India? I hear they do some weird shit down there. Kinky shit. I’d like to get down there sometime.” He took the joint from my hand and reached over to ash it in an ornate ashtray on the table. I lay down on the rug and studied its intricate pattern.

“Yeah. It wasn’t the most kinky assignment, but I managed to stir up some trouble while I was there.”

“Cool.” He sipped something from an exotic glass. “Want some horchata?” He passed me the glass swirling with white milky liquid. I gulped it down to soothe my cottonmouth. I already had several thousand kinky thoughts enter my head, so I imagined the rice milk was a glass full of come, contributed to by several horny travelers being entertained in some lavish Indian palace. Bob noticed my display of passionate lip licking as I let a few drops of the cool, sweet liquid linger on them. He raised an eyebrow.

“Is it working already?” I had told him pot made me a little amorous. What I failed to mention was that it wasn’t just a ‘little’. It made me so fucking hot I could already feel his cock sliding across my tongue.

“Yep.” I replied. He cleared his throat and readjusted himself, scooting a little Kütahya Escort closer to me on the rug.

“So, do you get a body high, or what?” He looked very curious. I grinned and scooted closer to him, sitting up and pulling my shirt off. He looked even more curious. I loved the Sixties.

“Yeah, but it’s more than that.” I started playing with one nipple absentmindedly. “My imagination gets a little clearer, and the colors get a little warmer, so I start imagining all these really sensual scenes and I guess that just turns me on.” I had my nipples fully hard and pinkened. I was beginning to flush and my heart started thudding, but I wasn’t nervous. I could feel his energy rise. Bob had a huge, incongruous hard on, pitching a circus tent in his loose cotton pants. This intrigued me. I slid over to him and buried my head in his lap, breathing a hot rhythm on the tip of his cock through his pants. He moaned and reclined back to allow me more room.

Still puffing the joint, he slipped his swollen member out of his waistband and began to stroke it gently. I thought that would’ve made a great picture; the sexy young songwriter reclined on pillows against the wall, shirtless, nursing on a huge joint and fondling his huge cock. I was so fucking turned on. I asked him if I could light some incense and he said I could only if I took off my jeans. I did, and since I was going commando like usual, I was naked against the warm air. I went a step further and took my hair out of its barrettes, letting it float around my shoulders and ripple down to my belly. Bobs’ cock jerked a little and he raised an eyebrow, grinning a wolfish grin. I lit the incense.

When I turned back around I saw Bob had a glistening droplet of precome resting at the tip of his huge member. I licked my lips and got down on all fours, crawling across the thick, soft carpet toward him.

“May I ask what you’re doing?” He said between joint loads. “I mean, this seems kinda unconventional.” He sat up and I straddled his waist, resting his warm cock between us as I wrapped my legs around him.

“I couldn’t help it. Remember, I warned you.” I gave him an innocent smile. Bob grinned again and licked his lips.

“Do you do this with all your interviews?” He breathed, Kütahya Escort Bayan smiling.

“Only the ones I like.” I grinned.

He took a huge drag off the joint and exhaled softly into my mouth. I closed my eyes and inhaled, feeling his warm moist breath and the brush of his lips. I turned my head and exhaled, and when I turned back, it began. He kissed me deeply, showing no sign of inhibition or pretence. Bob wrapped his arms under my ass and lifted me onto his bed. He crawled over me and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently. I was almost dripping wet. I thought I’d go insane if he didn’t shove his throbbing cock into me soon. But he took his time, building me up to an unbelievable high. As he licked my nipples, he slid one hand between us. He placed his member in between the folds of my pussy, moisture gathering and sliding the head deliciously on my clit. He thrust his hips slowly and gently, rubbing the length of himself against my sensitive clit in a slow rocking motion. Each time he rocked his swollen cock head pushed against the base of my pussy, opening me even more. He slipped the head up and down, just penetrating me up to the rim of his head.

“Please fuck me, I can’t wait anymore!” I breathed into his parted lips, pausing to brush the inside of his mouth with my tongue. I wrapped my legs around him again, dug my heels into his smooth, perfect ass and drove him hard inside me. He moaned loudly. I gyrated my hips and slid him in and out like a corkscrew, tightening my muscles around him. His eyes got big as he watched me. I smiled and closed my eyes.

I pumped him into me hard and he let me direct him, giving out a little growl each time I squeezed my pussy around him. I pushed him up to a kneeling position, placed my ankles on his shoulders and closed my legs, tightening the grip around his member. I could feel every curve and vein as the tip of his cock licked inside my slick pussy. He pushed it deeper and slid his hands under my hips, changing the angle of his hot penetration so his fat cock head would rub my g-spot. Bob moved my hips with his strong arms, pulling himself into me and sending me to that familiar thirst, sweet ecstasy. I contracted my muscles and shook like a leaf when I came, and he watched Escort Kütahya me with wide eyes. He threw his head back and grunted, pushing himself faster and deeper, reaching the back of my pussy. I felt his cock lurch and jump inside me and I knew he was about to come. I slowed him down to a stop with him still buried deep inside me. I squeezed my muscles tight, ebbing his ejaculation. Then I flipped over onto my stomach and he took the cue to enter me from behind. I rocked into him, grinding my ass and hips against him.

As he thrusted I reached between my legs and gently squeezed his warm balls. I bent and reached back even further to rub his sensitive asshole. He gave out a little cry of surprise then groaned even louder and I smiling, knowing he probably had never had that done before. I rubbed the sensitive gland between his ass and balls with my thumb, and tickled his asshole with my fingers. Bobs’ knees began to shake and he was almost laughing in ecstasy. He gave me a good smack on the ass and I cried out, grinding even harder on his cock. He twisted a nipple gently, steadying himself with one hand on my ass. As he pinched I came a second time, shattering glass with my screams. He rubbed that hand down my sweaty back and barely touched my asshole as I came, which made me shudder and clench around him. He pumped faster and cried out and I pinched his balls lightly as he shot hot come deep into me. Wave after wave of thick hot semen coated my pussy and I came a third time. Our vocal passions filled the air and I could’ve sworn the music swelled along with us.

We slid to a stop and he stayed inside me. I felt his cock jerk a little as it softened as if shrugging off the last threads of sweet come. He collapsed over me, dropping light kisses over my back and then my ass as he slid out. His cock head was huge and felt like a retracting arrow as it popped out of my dripping pussy. I almost came again.

I laid on the carpet soaking and he dried me gently with a towel. He opened a French door and let a rare, warm San Francisco breeze cool our skin. He laid next to me and kissed me lightly, tickling my lips with his. Then he lit up a clove cigarette and breathed its sweet smoke around me like a mist.

“So what are you going to put in your article?” Bob asked half-jokingly.

“Nothing that isn’t completely flattering. The truth.” I grinned. “But this never happened.”

“I’d like it to happen again. If that’s not bending reality too much. Please say you’ll see me again.” He kissed my hand.

How could I resist?

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“What appointments do I have today, boss?”

“Well Jenny, you’ve got a number of viewings for the 2 bed houses in the morning. Pretty much back to back.”

“Okay….”

“But just one in the afternoon at 3.”

“One? Couldn’t you rearrange it and give me the afternoon off?”

“No! It’s a guy looking at the executive properties. The more remote ones with the nice views. He’s come down from Bristol especially.”

“Okay but he had better be rich or good looking or both.”

“Well he sounded nice enough… but it’s your call on the rest! Have a good day.”

A dull morning showing families round. Probably one out of five might actually buy, she thought. She ate her lunch on the cliff top, taking her time. It was sunnier now and the day was warm, she slipped on her shades. She went to the house to check it over before the viewing. It seemed fine. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She turned sideways to see how she looked. Smart jacket, blouse, unbuttoned to just the right level so that a well directed male glance might just get a glimpse of her cleavage. Tight business skirt, black hold up stockings, elegant heels and no panties, of course. She never wore panties to work – it was her little secret, her special turn on, and she loved it.

She went back to reception in plenty of time for her 3pm appointment. A BMW convertible pulled up and a man stepped out. Hmm, she thought. Nice car but nicer looking guy. Rich AND handsome. 30s, Italian suit, silk shirt and tie, slim, athletic looking, comfortable in his skin, moved easily. Maybe he’s overconfident and a bit arrogant – he can’t be that perfect.

“Looks like your three o’clock is here. Good luck!”

“Okay, see you later. I’ll go straight home after that. See you tomorrow.”

“Mr Thomson? Pleased to meet you. I’m Jenny Jones.”

“The pleasure is all mine. Call me Andy.”

“Okay… the house we’re viewing is a little more exclusive than our regular properties. More remote, better views, more privacy. We normally have more run of the mill properties but we wanted to try something a little different. We’ll drive up there, okay?”

“Sure, shall I drive?”

‘I’d love that’, she said under her breath, but out loud she said “Sure.”

Mr Thomson held the door open for her and just rested his hand on her back for a second. It sent a tingle down her spine. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring was he? What did that mean anyway?

“So are you looking to move here with a family?”

“Ah, well my personal circumstances aren’t good. I’m looking to move my business here and make a fresh start…”

“Oh, okay, good! I mean I’m sorry to hear that… er … this is a very good investment, an executive style property. I think there’s room to run an office from home if that was suitable … here we are.”

They went in. The siting of the property was such that it could barely be seen from any direction and had a fabulous view. Once inside Mr Thomson asked:

“Do you mind if I take off my jacket? It’s very warm today.”

“Not at all. I’ll take off mine too if you don’t mind.”

“I’d be delighted if you did. “

They both took of their jackets and sunglasses and looked at each other for a moment. A frozen moment.

“Shall I show you a bit more?”

“… er …?”

“… of the house.”

“Of course, of course.”

“We’ve furnished it – you can buy it furnished if you like with what we’ve done or you can choose to buy it completely empty…”

“I like it… do show me round.”

As they went round, she pointed out various features but she felt all the time his gaze on her. Piercing her thin blouse, taking in her lacy bra, noticing her perfume, appreciating her curves. Was he more interested in the house or her? Both she hoped.

As they’d gone round the downstairs rooms, there had been a certain amount of unnecessary brushing against each other, more touching on the arm or back or shoulder than was normal. The tension was certainly building like the heat before a thunderstorm.

“Shall I take you upstairs now?”

“I’d love that…”

“… to see the bedrooms…”

“…of course…”

“Follow me.”

She could feel his gaze on her buttocks. She sashayed from side to side to make sure she had his undivided attention. There was almost a heat like intensity to his gaze. Did he know she was knickerless? She was sure he knew. She was certainly moist already, and he was close enough to detect her aroma.

Did his hand just brush against her? She stopped half way up the

stairs, turned round and he practically stuck his nose between her breasts, pretending he hadn’t realised she’d stopped.

“Are you okay?” he enquired. “I wasn’t expecting you to er … “

“I’m not sure why I stopped either…let’s go on up…”

She showed him round the smaller bedrooms indicating one that might work well as an office, but when they got to the master bedroom she knew this was the moment. If anything was going to happen Kayseri Escort it was now. Did she want it to happen? Hell yes! Why not? He was fit and good looking and she hadn’t had a good seeing to in how long?

“So this is the master bedroom. a very fine view, I think you’ll agree… “

“… oh yes …” but he wasn’t looking out the window.

The room was large with an ensuite and a very large double bed with pillows and a duvet and cushions strategically placed on top.

“… a very private part of the house, the window not overlooked at all. Why no one would even know you were here. “

“No, I guess not. You couldn’t really be overheard either could you?”

“No one could hear a thing, whatever you did or said.”

“That could be quite an advantage….”

“Was there anything else you’d like to see?” she asked, turning her full gaze upon him with her hands behind her back. she was practically shoving her tits in his face.

“I’ve seen all I want of the house.” he smiled.

“Does that mean you’d like to go back to the office now?”

“Not at all. I was rather hoping that we might stay here for a while… it is a very warm day… “

“Mmm it is, I wondered if you wanted to remove your tie?”

Without waiting for an answer she slipped off his tie and flung it on the bed. He was entirely passive and compliant, so she ran her hands up and down the silk of his shirt.

“Still too hot?”

He nodded.

“Maybe I should remove the shirt too.”

He nodded again.

She undid a button and kissed his chest where the button had been. then another button and another kiss, and another and another, until he was naked from the waist up. Lovely muscular chest and back; a little chest hair but not too much.

“As it’s so hot, maybe you’d like to lie down…”

He nodded again and lay on the bed. He put his hands above his head, crossed over. Very compliant, she thought. He’s trying to tell me something. Maybe he wants to be tied up. Yes that’s it! With his silk tie! He was completely submissive, allowing her to tie his wrists together and then tie them to the bed head. He was hers. She had captured her man, and she was going to make the most of this. She had all the time she needed, no one was going to interrupt them. Why she could keep him here for weeks!

Oh God! Where to start? Her pussy was on fire for him. Wet and needing something stiff inside… but there was no rush. Let’s get him naked and let that cock out into the open air.

First his shoes and socks. Then she undid his belt and eased that down past his ankles. There! Perfect! His cock lay invitingly on his abdomen. Stiff – yes. Fat – yes. Size – perfect! A goldilocks cock. Big enough to fill her pussy nicely but not too big for her mouth. Irresistible! She lowered her head and licked along the thick vein, with her hand underneath. She spent a little longer at the tip, playing with it, teasing it with her tongue. He was moaning with pleasure already, and starting to thrash around. It was a good thing he was tied up.

She needed him in her mouth now. She wanted to taste his cock; feel it in her mouth. She sucked at the tip. Just the tip to start with. He was moaning more than ever now. She had him just where she wanted him. Now a little deeper in my mouth. God, his cock is lovely. I could suck this for hours if I didn’t need to fuck it so much… but I am going to fuck him later once I’ve got him good and ready. Yes, I’ll make him come first. He might last a little longer the second time.

“Shall I make you come? “

“Please, I’ll do anything for you. anything. I need to come so badly. It’s been so long. “

“Since what? Since you’ve come? Or since someone sucked your cock?”

“Both. I never masturbate, it’s sex with someone else or nothing for me.”

“Oh yeah? You don’t think I’m going to believe that do you? You’re the only man I’ve ever met who’s said that!”

“If you make me come you’ll see how much there is. Will that answer your question?”

“Okay, we’ll see. What am I going to do with you after that?”

“Please let me lick you. I’ve wanted to go down on you since we met at your office.”

“You dirty little thing. Is that what you’ve been thinking of all this time? Eating me out? What makes you think I’d want you to do that?”

“Firstly you aren’t wearing any panties. Secondly I can smell how turned on you are. Thirdly, I’ve never met a woman who didn’t enjoy getting licked.”

“How did you know about the panties?”

“I didn’t brush my hand against you by accident. And I was so close to you coming up the stairs.”

“If you want to eat my pussy you’re going to do everything I ask or you’ll end up here for a long time.”

“I love being in your power. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Anything. Your wish is my command.”

“When you arrived you looked so self confident and assured. arrogant even. And now you’re completely passive. “

“Outwardly, business-wise, Kayseri Escort Bayan I like to be in charge, absolutely. In the bedroom, I enjoy being completely submissive, some of the time anyway.”

“I’m going to enjoy this…you will do whatever I command. Firstly, lie back. You are permitted to orgasm, but you must tell me when.”

She spat on his cock, lubricating it well. Then with both hands she began working it. Using both hands, sometimes together, sometimes independently. One hand on his balls, one on his shaft. Or one on the shaft, one rubbing his glans. Some more spit and another really good rub and he was getting really close.

“I’m going to come real soon. Please don’t stop now.”

She really wanted to see him come. To see that lovely come spray his chest. She pumped him harder and harder and there it was. Magnificent spurts of his white come. Spraying his chest and even up to his chin and neck. Again and again he spurted and he just kept gasping “oh, oh, oh” with each spurt.

“Well this is another fine mess!” Jenny exclaimed. “What are we going to do with it? I think we need to mop it up. I think something suitable would be … your silk shirt!”

“No, not the shirt, please. “

“If you want to eat me out you have to tell me to use the shirt. Otherwise it’s no pussy licking for you. Understood?”

He gulped.

“I guess I’ve got no choice… please use my £80 silk shirt to mop up my come.”

“Good boy.”

She cleaned him thoroughly, until every last drop was on his shirt. the she stood up and ensured she had his gaze. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her lovely pink bra. He murmured appreciatively. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. His eyes ravished her, enjoying her stockings, elegantly held up with lacy trim, and her delightful. curvaceous buttocks. He so wanted them in his hands. But then, oh then, she lifted one leg onto the bed to reveal that most beautiful of sights, the most beautiful of places. She was completely smooth; he wanted so much to touch her.

“You want it don’t you? You want to touch my lips, stroke them. Oh there’s more isn’t there? You want to taste them too. They’re already wet and glistening aren’t they? Have you ever seen a pussy as beautiful as mine? I thought not. You’ve got one minute to tell me why I should let you lick me. You’d better make it good, or I might just leave you here and drive off in your BMW. Ha ha! That would teach you!”

“I’m totally in love with your pussy. Every moment since we met I’ve been thinking about how much I want to pleasure you with my tongue, how much I want to nibble your labia, how much I want to suck on your clit… “

“Okay, okay. I’m convinced. Eat, it’s your birthday! Eat me out till I come on your face.”

The next period of time might have been five minutes might have an hour. The two of them were completely lost in their own world. He licked her lips up and down and managed to nudge them apart with his nose. He turned to one side slightly to nibble on one of her labia, which was so lovely to suck and chew on. Now the other one, too. By now she was getting really turned and and very wet. Her hands went to her breasts, playing with her own nipples. Her pussy was completely open to him. He licked in between her lips. It just got better and better for her. He traced little paths on her pussy wandering as if at random from one sensitive spot to the next. Eventually he decided he wanted to make her come. He’d been compliant for a while but he was gradually turning the tables on her. She was losing control of her feelings. As her pussy got wetter she got closer to orgasm but she knew, too, how much she wanted to get fucked. And hard! She could ride him for a while but she wanted a really good fucking. To get that she was going to have to untie him. What the hell, he’d been pretty good so far. His mouth reached her clit and her moans changed to gasps which changed first to noisy “aaah ooh”, then to crying out loudly and finally to screaming obscenities at the top of her voice.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Suck my fucking clit. And don’t fucking stop until you’ve made me fucking come all over your face. You’re going to be covered with my pussy juice when I’ve come. Oh fuck, yes, don’t stop fuck, fuck. Aaaaaaaaah, yes! yes! That’s it, yes, stop, that’s enough, I can’t take any more now.”

She fell off him and lay on her side, unable to do anything more than breathe for several minutes. At last she spoke.

“Oh that was good, very good. I’m going to need your cock now. Can I trust you to behave if I undo you?”

She thought for a while and then answered her own question.

“You know, I don’t think I can trust you. So I’m going to stay in control a little longer. I’m going to fuck you, myself. I’m going to use your cock for my pleasure, not yours. So if you want me to ever let you go you’d better stay hard and not come too soon. I need a good hard cock inside me and you look the best candidate for it right Escort Kayseri now. And you’re not really in a position to argue are you? Now lie back and enjoy the ride.”

He smiled and awaited her attentions. He was going to be used. He had thought she might let him go and he would have her such an unrelenting seeing to that she wouldn’t have sat down for a week. And he always lasted much longer the second time. Maybe, though, this was better. She would want him to come. She would want to show him that he couldn’t last the pace. We shall see, he thought.

She raised herself above and held his cock up, perpendicular to his body. She moved so that she just caught his tip in her pussy lips. This wasn’t a time for playing, this was a time for fucking so she slid down onto him, slowly but steadily. Although he was a good size, she took him all. It was tight and filled her beautifully. This was what she’d been imagining since she first saw him at the office.

She bounced up and down on him, landing hard on him. Sometimes it made him grunt a little but she didn’t care. She shut her eyes and concentrated on fucking him hard and fast. Oh it was so good to have him in there, lovely sensations all over her pussy. And feeling his balls when she was right down on him. She was in her own world and her hands drifted to her nipples again without her realising at first. They were stiff too, sticking right out. That made her, incredibly, even more turned on. And when she slipped one hand between her legs and started tweaking her clit she was already close to coming. All that time at the gym was paying off. She felt so fit and strong. She could fuck him all night and never get tired. But her orgasm was going to happen very soon. She fucked him even harder, forcing her body right down and shouting “Oh, oh, oh!” so loudly that someone surely must have heard. She was making so much noise, that she didn’t know or care how he was reacting. And then, oh God that was it, one final rub on her pussy and she came. It felt like a wave washing over her taking her under the water and then finally letting her up for air. She was so overcome that when she realised where she was she had fallen off him and was lying on the bed.

“Did you enjoy that?” he enquired politely.

“Mmmmmmm.”

He was still stiff so she could fuck him some more if she wanted. But not quite yet. A little rest and then she’d have another go. But before then….

“My pussy is very wet and juicy. It really needs cleaning up before I fuck you again. What shall I do?”

He pretended not to have any ideas.

“I’d shrug if I could. I have no idea what you’re going to do with that delicious, mouthwatering, beautiful, perfect pussy. If you needed it cleaned up ideally you’d need someone with a wet and willing tongue, and where will you get one of those round here?”

“Lick me as fast as you can and don’t stop til I tell you.”

He did exactly as he was told and he absolutely loved it. He licked her gorgeous pussy up and down as fast as he could. She moved against his motion to make the most of his tongue, exaggerating the pleasure, rubbing herself against his chin, his lips and his nose and loving the different sensations.

“Suck my clit! I want you to make me come again. I want to come on your face.”

It was difficult to say who was enjoying this more. He was is pussy-licking heaven and she was approaching yet another orgasm. It was so long since she had come this much but she knew already that another one was close. She had reached a plateau of intensity and once there it was so good.

He sucked obediently and willingly on her clit and pussy lips. Sucking nibbling licking chewing rubbing squeezing with his lips, probing with his tongue. She was so receptive to everything he tried that it just wanted to make him try harder for her. Her screams got louder and louder and it was as if the house was reverberating to the noise. Finally she stopped needing any more:

“You can stop now, I can’t take any more.”

She keeled over to the side resting her head on his chest.

“You’ve been a good boy and served me well today. I can’t decide if I want to keep you here and just keep on fucking you when I feel like it or if I should reward you in some way. Hmmm let me see now … why don’t I untie you? I’ll let you use me as your fuck toy. You can fuck me any way you want. So long as it’s hard and fast and you really fuck me hard. I mean that I want you to ram that stiff cock in and out of my tight wet pussy. I want you to give me a really good seeing to. Or … “

“Or…? “

“Or I could leave you tied up and give you a long slow prolonged treat. I would use my hands, tongue, mouth, lips, and my tits to give you and your cock the time of your life. so it’s up to you as to which one. You choose.”

“Completely my choice?”

“Yup.”

“I want both. I want you to keep me tied up, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat you out again and I want you to lick, suck and play with my cock. I’m sure that’s going to be amazing … and then you’ll untie me and I’m going to fuck your brains out in every room in this house. In every single room I’m going to fuck you hard, in a different room, in a different position each time.”

“I didn’t say both, I said one or the other.”

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I sat waiting for him, in a corner of the coffee shop, where we’d agreed to meet. I wanted to be sure that I saw him coming, and didn’t give him a chance to sneak up on me.

I had my laptop open, and was simulating reading pages. In reality, my eyes were on the front door, and I was anxiously awaiting his arrival. I stared at my reflection in the glass, and hoped that I’d dressed appropriately. I’d chosen a nice, short, full skirt, and a t shirt that had a lovely, low scooped neck. I’d left my hair down, and put on a simple pair of stud earrings, and that was all.

The bell at the top of the door, jingled, and I looked up. His eyes found me immediately, and we exchanged smiles, as he made his way toward me. I set my laptop aside, and stood as he reached me. I stepped into his arms, and felt my body melt against his.

My head tilted back, and I looked into his eyes for a moment before he closed his, and mine, with a kiss. It was gentle, but I could sense a seething passion beneath it that Konya Escort made my whole body ache. His erection, pressing against my belly, confirmed the need. We would have to hurry.

I closed my laptop, and packed it up, and we headed out. We were going to a park, and would take our time walking the trails, and search for somewhere private that we could indulge the hunger that was threatening right now to overwhelm us.

We ended up rushing, holding hands as we almost jogged. I felt like I was being pulled along in his wake at times. We sought any place that would do. Finally, we found a spot that had been a picnic grounds before now. It had become rather broken down, but it would serve perfectly.

I lay back on the picnic table, sitting right on the edge. He released himself, and stepped up. He slipped a finger inside. I was hot, and wet already, and his finger slid in easily. I felt my body react to that simple touch. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice tense, and tight. Konya Escort Bayan His cock was hard, standing out from his body, the tip already coated with his wetness.

“Please, hurry,” I said. “Please.”

He stepped closer, withdrawing his finger, and slid his cock inside of me. Just one thrust, and he was buried to the hilt. I groaned as I felt the delicious stretching sensations. The fullness that made me want to explode. I clenched around him, feeling even more of him. I loved the feeling of his intimate invasion of my body.

He began to move, thrusting hard, and fast, his hands gripping my hips for leverage. I wrapped my legs around him, and used them to lift myself up, increasing the pounding of his thrusts until our bodies were slapping together loudly in the stillness of the forest. Even the birds and other animals had hushed. I felt strangely exhibitionist, out there like that. I loved the feeling that anyone walking by could watch, though I was fairly certain Escort Konya that we had the place to ourselves. Still, there was a thrill in thinking someone might be watching from the trees.

I watched his eyes, seeing the intensity there. His jaw clenched, and I watched his face redden. I knew that he was going to cum, and I was desperate to bring him to that place. I grabbed his forearms, and held tightly, still moving my hips in time with his thrusts.

“Cum now,” I growled, as I saw him getting closer. My voice was raw, and that low sound was all I could manage.

He groaned, and thrust harder into me, until I thought the picnic table would surely begin to move beneath us. I heard some unearthly sound, and realized it was me, as I clenched around him, seeking to draw his orgasm from him.

My eyes stayed locked with his until I simply had to arch my back. At that moment, I heard his groan as he came. I held still, letting him. And then I lay, and reached for him, pulling him down on top of me. We kissed gently, and then more passionately. He kissed my neck, and across my shoulder.

“Thanks, Sunshine,” he said. “I needed that.” He looked into my eyes for a moment. “I love you,” he whispered, and then he kissed me again, and I felt that love.

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For K whose idea this was.

Keith sighed and looked around the room. The hotel bar wasn’t teeming with life but the restaurant was busy and he had agreed to wait twenty minutes or so before sitting down to lunch.

His business meetings weren’t until later in the afternoon and so he loosened his tie, removed his jacket, and sat down at a table near the door to wait his turn. The mineral water with ice and lemon he placed in front of him caught the sunlight coming in through the window, making rainbow patterns across the table, and for a moment he smiled.

A dark haired woman sat down one table over from him. She placed a pad of paper in front of her but didn’t write anything. She seemed lost in her own thoughts almost immediately and he was able to stare at her for a few moments uninterrupted. Her hair reached her shoulders and softly framed her face. That face, pretty, with brown eyes and full lips, was creased with concentration and he let his gaze wander downwards. She too was dressed in a suit, smart navy with a soft grey shirt underneath. That shirt though was undone one more button than maybe it should be and he enjoyed the sight of her cleavage for a few more moments before looking away, not wanting to get caught.

~*~

Katie felt the eyes of someone upon her and smiled inwardly. She was so uptight about her meeting in an hour and a half’s time and, for a moment, she revelled in the fact that, to someone at least, she was attractive and feminine not jittery and nervous. She waited a few moments before looking up, half hoping she would meet his eyes and half not. No one was looking in her direction but she saw a man, probably in his forties, with tightly cropped hair, a handsome but friendly face, clear blue eyes and soft lips sitting at a table just over from herself and hoped it had been he who had been staring.

A waitress came in from the restaurant and headed toward the man telling him his table was now ready. Getting to her feet Katherine moved across, resting her hand on the young woman’s arm.

“Excuse me, do you have any idea how long another table will be? I have a meeting in about ninety minutes and I really want something to eat first.”

“I’m sorry, it could be another thirty minutes, maybe longer.” The waitress did look apologetic but Katie was horrified.

“Thirty minutes? Don’t … don’t worry, I’ll have to go eat somewhere else.” She turned to leave but heard a voice speaking.

“Look, I’m on my own, you’re welcome to share my table if you’d like. I have a meeting myself soon, otherwise I’d let you go first.”

Katie nodded, relieved and a little embarrassed at the same time. If this was the guy who had been checking her out she might have landed herself with an unwanted admirer, somehow though she didn’t think he was like that.

~*~

Katherine watched as her companion, whom she now knew was called Keith, swallowed the last mouthful of his prawn salad and laid his knife and fork down.

“Well, that was very nice, and I can still treat myself to the Dover Sole for dinner tonight.”

Katie nodded, she had enjoyed her baked jacket potato and her thoughts had been along the same lines as Keith’s. By eating lightly for lunch a more extravagant dinner could be enjoyed later.

“Are you staying here?”

“Yep, decided to treat myself. If my meeting goes well I’ll be way too excited to drive home and if it doesn’t I’ll need somewhere to sit and cry.”

“You’ll be fine.”

She had told Keith all about her meeting with a major publishing house. Her agent had arranged it just a few days ago but had given her very little detail. Ever since she had been trying to decide whether her career was over or just beginning. Right at that moment she was convinced she would be working in Tesco by the weekend.

“Oh, I do hope so. To be honest I’m not sure what I’ll do if my novel is turned down. I don’t think I can improve it any more, so if it’s a no, I’ll have to start over.” She stood up, smoothed her skirt down and tried what she knew was a not-so-confident smile. “Thank you for the company, I needed and enjoyed it. Hope your meeting doesn’t drag on too long.”

“Me too. Take care.”

With a final nod Katie moved away, wishing she had someone to leave with, someone to talk to in the car, someone to hold her hand as she listened to the news she would get. Knowing none of that was likely to happen she pushed all the sorry thoughts away and headed for the door.

~*~

Keith sat down heavily on his bed and let out a deep sigh. His meeting had been more successful than he could have hoped for. Three new contracts had been signed, all of them with the potential to be both lucrative and long term. His mind had wandered a couple of times and he’d hoped Katie was having as good an afternoon as he was. He didn’t know if he’d ever find out, but he knew he’d like to.

He had been surprised how much he’d enjoyed her company at lunch. She had been interesting, engaging and funny. Her nervousness had been explained almost Isparta Escort immediately and he had known she’d wanted to talk. Listening hadn’t been difficult at all; Katherine was also expressive, she ‘talked’ with her hands and her brown eyes sparkled as she outlined the plot of her novel and answered his questions on what it was like to be a writer.

They had moved on to talk a little bit about his job, how he’d worked his way up from being a white van man to one of the company’s top salesmen. He hadn’t wanted to sound boastful but he’d enjoyed describing his success.

Now though, as he lay back on his bed, he began to think of Katie in a different light. She’d had a gorgeous figure, curves in all the right places, long legs and, when she’d smiled, he’d felt himself falling under a spell he knew she had no idea she was weaving.

His cock stirred in his trousers and Keith ran his hand down to grasp it through the material of his suit. He felt it thicken beneath his fingers and almost before he knew it he was unzipped and letting it free. The feel of his own slightly rough and calloused hand was replaced in his mind by the soft and tender fingers of Katherine.

He imagined her slowly moving from the base to the head in a fluid stroke once, twice, three times. He ‘saw’ her kneel between his legs, leaning over him so that her heavy breasts, captured by the filmiest of lace bras, were directly in front of him. Running his tongue over his lips Keith let out a moan, he would pull her towards him, their bodies moulding against each other, before they joined in a kiss so soft and tender it would almost be unreal.

The buttons to his shirt would be undone and each exposed part of his upper torso kissed. She would run her tongue across his chest, licking the hair flat and then blowing across it. His nipples would be sucked and played with before the shirt and then his trousers were discarded.

He never wore pants and Keith imagined himself naked before his lover, his cock standing proud as he reached up to take her in his arms and then roll so it was she who lay on the mattress. The small pearl buttons he had seen on her grey shirt would soon be dealt with; her skirt and panties would join his clothes in a heap on the floor. She would wear stockings held up by a suspender belt resting alluringly across her hips. Those he would leave on, she would look so sexy, so hot and so ready for him.

Her fingers would run across the front of her bra and he would see the nipples tighten and the material would taughten. Katie would raise herself and undo the fastener before he took hold of the straps, removing the item in one movement, freeing beautiful breasts with large nipples for his eyes to feast on.

“Oh, fuck.” His words surprised him, breaking the silence and he felt his hand speed up against his now rock hard cock.

Katie’s lips, rose coloured with lip-gloss, would slide down over the mushroom head of his dick as her smooth butt cheeks were presented to him. He would reach up, his tongue sliding the length of her pussy, as she continued to take him in. Her moans of pleasure vibrating against his cock and moving him closer and closer to the edge.

Keith’s eyes were closed now, his breathing heavy and he felt his cum filled balls tighten. She would move slightly so he could slide two fingers into her cunt, which would be warm and wet. He would fuck her, feeling her muscles tighten around him as she buried her face in his pubic rug, the whole of his eight inches in her mouth.

“Fuck, Katie, ohhhh, fuck!” His body jerked as the first load of cum shot from his cock, missing his hand totally to splash across his shirt and tie. Again and again his body shook with the power of his climax until, as the last remnants coated his fingers, he lay back exhausted but satisfied, at least for now.

*~*

The restaurant wasn’t as crowded for dinner as it had been for lunch and Katherine was surprised by her disappointment. She made her way towards the entrance and smiled at the waiter standing there.

“Hi, I’m Miss Barnes, room 302, I’d like a table for one please.”

“Oh, Miss Barnes, Mr Robertson said he would be delighted if you would join him for dinner.”

She looked around and, as her glance reached the windows overlooking a floodlit balcony, she saw Keith getting to his feet and smiling at her.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Katie let herself be led towards the table for two the smile on her face getting wider the closer she got. Not a word was said until she sat with a menu open in front of her. She nodded her thanks and the waiter moved quietly away.

“Well, you don’t look devastated, so tell me.” Keith’s words were eager and she couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled from her lips.

“Oh it was wonderful, just wonderful. I can’t tell you. If I’d written it myself it couldn’t have been better.”

Her hand was suddenly taken into her companion’s and to her amazement she felt it being kissed.

“Congratulations.” She saw him nod in Isparta Escort Bayan the direction of one of the waiters and then a bottle of champagne was being opened right next to her. “I didn’t dare have it here, just in case I was premature. Now there is no reason for us not to celebrate.”

“Your meeting went well too?”

“Oh yeah, they just became my biggest contract. We are definitely good for each other.”

They raised their glasses before, after chinking them together; they raised the flutes to their lips and sipped.

“Thank you for reserving the table for the two of us, I so didn’t want to eat alone.”

“You are very welcome, now as I recall we were both thinking of having the fish.”

Katie smiled and looked down at her menu. There were three fish dishes, all equally delicious on paper at least. She nodded.

“If I can only choose that is.”

“No contest has to be the Dover Sole.” Keith put his menu down on the table and looked across at her. She felt herself blush and quickly hid her face, her eyes scanning the menu once again as she tried to compose herself.

Keith’s eyes had sparkled as he looked at her and she had felt herself being drawn to him, to his kindness, his handsome face, and mentally she shook herself. She needed to get a grip.

“I uh, I think I’ll have the Sea Bass then, with the medley of vegetables and, because I’m feeling frivolous, French fries.”

“I’ll join you on all but the type of fish.” Keith raised his hand and a waiter walked across. The order was placed quickly and efficiently and then, the air between them relaxed and pleasant, they began to chat again.

~*~

The dessert had been as easily decided; a bowl of English strawberries each with small jugs of cream and sugar for dipping.

“Mmm, wonderful. Must be summer.” Keith savoured the taste of the first of the soft fruits.

“They are, thank you for suggesting them.” He inclined his head.

“No problem.” He picked up another of the strawberries taking a bite before running it through the small lake of cream he had poured onto his plate. The juices bled, leaving a pinkish trail behind them. “Taste?”

Leaning over he watched as Katie opened her mouth slightly to take the remains of his fruit. The tightening in his pants as she ran a tongue over her lips reminded him fleetingly of his earlier fantasy and he swallowed hard.

“You do know how beautiful you are, don’t you?”

The resulting laugh was dainty, delicate, just as she was.

“Why, Sir, fruit and flattery, I do believe you are trying to seduce me!”

“Ummm, no, that is … here.” Suddenly flummoxed Keith reached for the wine bottle in the cooler beside him. “More?”

“Thank you.”

“So, what else do you do? Apart from writing your novel I mean.” He had no idea why her words had disconcerted him so much, but for now, at least, he knew he needed to back off, for his sake, not hers.

“Very little. It takes over your life. The characters become real, their circumstances too. When I have to kill someone I have created and like I grieve.”

“You’re kidding.” Keith knew his surprise was evident and saw her shake her head.

“No, not at all. If you work in an office or a shop those people become an extension of your family. The characters in my book are my family. Sometimes I have to put them all to one side, get away from them for a while, just like with a real family or real work colleagues.” Her smile was a little embarrassed and Keith wondered how many times she had admitted that before.

“Then what do you do? Take up knitting?” The raised eyebrows told him ‘no’ and he moved on. “Bungee jumping, no, perhaps not, what then?” He saw a blush suffuse his companion’s face and waited. What could be so terrible that she was embarrassed by it?

“Well, I still write, I just change genres, is all.”

“Oh. Well you write crime, so what, let me think … chick lit, children’s stories, cookery books. I’m not close am I?”

She was laughing now and he stopped talking, seeing the embarrassment return as he did so.

“No, I … well I write for my enjoyment, short stories, ones that take a few days and that get instant reaction.”

Now he was confused and for a moment he thought about what she had said.

“Nope, you’re gonna have to explain to me.”

Katie looked about her, as if checking to see if anyone else was listening and then, taking another drink from her replenished wine glass, she looked straight at him. I write erotic stories.”

He had no idea how to reply but his groin, with a definite mind of its own, tightened and gave evidence of his feelings.

“Wow.”

“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t say they are easy to write because they aren’t; but they are fun.”

“Let me know where you post, I have been known to peruse the odd site or two myself.”

“Lit?” The abbreviated name was all he needed.

“Yep, go there regularly.”

“I’ll email you a link.”

“Thank you. Here you go, final one.” They Escort Isparta had been eating as they talked and Keith dipped the last strawberry into the sugar and leant across with it. He watched as Katie, her lips blushed now by the juices, took a bite.

“Half each.”

He finished it off quickly and sat back.

“Very nice, very nice indeed.” He wondered, as he spoke, whether Katie would realize he didn’t only mean the meal.

~*~

“You know there is only one other couple still in here.” Katie looked around as Keith spoke and realized they had been eating and chatting for almost two and a half hours.

“Oh, I am so sorry. You have more meetings tomorrow I’m sure. I’ll leave you in peace.”

She saw him shake his head and smile.

“I’m only driving home tomorrow, it’s Friday, and I try to make sure I don’t work late on Fridays.”

“Well me too, so maybe a nightcap would be in order?

She watched as Keith got to his feet and then, as she began to rise, felt her chair being held for her. With a smile she walked in front of her companion his hand resting lightly in the small of her back, looking forward to spending more time with him.

Her smile disappeared though when, instead of heading for the bar, he walked towards the elevators.

“Keith?”

“I have a mini bar, thought maybe we could use that?” His face had such a worried air to it that she quickly moved to reassure him.

“Sounds wonderful, thank you.”

“No problem.”

The lift deposited them on the third floor and they walked along a deserted hallway towards a window. Keith turned to his left and Katie followed, not sure where they were headed.

“Here we go, room 356. Ladies first.” His key card swiped through the slot and he held the door for her. Stepping inside Katie looked around.

“This is nice, bigger than mine, but I don’t have a double bed.”

“I do like space to spread out. The company pays for a room this size surprisingly and who am I to argue?”

“Who indeed.”

“So, what’ll it be?” Keith had moved across to where the bar was situated and opened the door to the small fridge.

“G & T please, ice if you have it.”

“I do, I even have lemon, although I’m not sure what it’ll be like.”

“I’ll pass, thank you.” She smiled and raised her glass as it was handed to her. Keith poured himself a similar drink and the sound of clinking as they toasted each other was replaced by a moment’s silence.

“Mmmm, I needed that. Give me a little confidence.”

“Confidence, you need confidence?”

“Oh yeah, to do this.”

She watched as Keith moved closer and then his lips were against her own. For a moment she resisted but it felt so good that she responded, her eyes closed and everything else forgotten.

“I have wanted to do that all evening.”

Katie felt herself blush and took another mouthful of her drink wondering where things were going but not wanting them to stop.

Again his lips met hers, this time they parted and Katie felt his tongue touch her own. The moan that escaped her companion spurred her on and the kiss became more passionate as their tongues duelled and danced against each other.

A warm hand tangled into her hair, holding her close and she embraced him, his strong muscular chest and tantalizing hardness making her long for more.

“Lie down with me?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Placing her drink carefully on the nightstand Katie kicked off her shoes and did as she had been asked, missing the contact with him immediately.

“You are so beautiful, so sexy, want to make love to you, Katie, let me see you, taste you, touch you.”

She could only nod again, her heart was beating a mile a minute and she lay back submissively on the bed, not knowing what he would want to do next, but sure it would be gentle, wonderful and memorable.

His hands, as large and powerful as the rest of him, began to work on the shirt she was wearing. The grey silk slid against her skin and she shivered to his touch.

“Relax, baby, let me take the lead, ok?”

“Yes, my body is yours, for tonight at least.” A moan escaped her as Keith’s fingers finally undid the first button and then stroked the skin, which was exposed. Leaning forward his lips captured the same area, kissing and licking it before he moved on.

By the time he had reached the waistband of her skirt Katie was on fire. Each button on her shirt had been carefully undone and then her body had been worshipped. Soft, dancing kisses had been laid against her before the fingers traced a lazy pattern to the next fastening. Now, as it lay open, resting against the bed sheets, she waited, almost afraid to breathe, for what would happen next.

~*~

Keith felt his heart rate increase as he looked down at the beautiful woman on the bed beneath him.

Even in his fantasy she hadn’t been as perfect as she seemed to him right now. He reached out with his hand, running a finger down her cheek and feeling her shiver.

“Kiss me, Keith, come closer and kiss me.”

Leaning down he captured her lips and his tongue was accepted immediately. As they explored each other’s mouths the passion rose between them. Still fully dressed Keith rocked against her, his cock hard now and ready for release.

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After having been an avid reader of many stories here, I find some very exciting, but most don’t ring quite right. Is it because they have been heavily edited. I don’t know. Many are written by men pretending to be women, women who “sell” something, and the others ignore the reality of life.

My goal is to describe sexual adventures as they really happened.

One aspect of things for example, is that you can be attracted by many women who are boring and immature but turn you on. Being blessed, supposedly, by good looks, I usually give up when I’m bored, and move on. But in the case of Alice, I did not…

For professional reasons, I must attend literary events, and one of those was in the huge bookshop opposite the US embassy in Brussels. These events tend to attract elderly people, but I noticed a brunette, very sensual, with a tight dress that outlined her narrow hips. Her legs were quite thick, a la Picasso, but so were her bosoms. It was easy to come up with the line, do you know the writer. She was latino, and just came her here because of the vicinity of the embassy were her dad worked. Yes, I discovered that she was less than half of my age, Kastamonu Escort but her dress and her demeanour made up for this. I write “made up” because I’m not attracted by women who are less than thirty, I rarely find them mature, they don’t know their body and a man’s one. Of course, there are many exceptions, but I’m too busy to date them. Actually, Alice was not an exception, the small talk hit the wall, that wall where you don’t know what to say anymore.

I still thought that her body and her face was amazing, and played the game of being the new good older friend.

One of the guests asked me if I’d join at a dinner party he’s improvise, and not really thinking, I told Alice to come along.

Diner was fine, and I told Alice that I’d walk her, she didn’t live far. She stayed with her family, in one of those grand buildings avenue Louise. Sensing that I could at least kiss her, after all these dinks, I did, and was ready to leave here. One night stands are rare when you are an eligible guy, without boasting, if you are “too good” women tend to see you as a boyfriend or as a friend. This is why, I never force fate.

Alice Kastamonu Escort Bayan looked at me in the eyes with her dark eyes, and then turned her head left and right to see if anyone was in sight, and kneeled. She opened my fly and gave me a fantastic blow job, which lasted for a while till I came. Calmly, she closed my zip and stood up, she was quite tall, and to my surprise shared my sperm with me. It was sensual, and proved that although young she was a pervert, which I must admit, is what matters in a woman when it comes to sex. She left and I had I great masturbatory memory in storage for a long time, the supplanted by others.

I never called her, didn’t really care about her life.

Then, two years later, I texted her. No reason. Of course, I had in mind this wonderful moment we shared. She said that she’d love to have drinks with me.

When I saw her, I regretted, she was even more beautiful than the first time, here breasts were made sexy with a sort of dance outfit. Not that she dressed up for the occasion, she could not hide that sexy body. She talked to me about her boyfriend, her studies, and then, Escort Kastamonu I spent two hours thinking, what a waste of time. I was about to find a pretext to leave when we exchanged our views on strip clubs. I said that I wasn’t interested to pay to be frustrated. She looked strange, and I said, what’ about you? Alice admitted that, in her first year of studies, (not in Belgium), she worked as a stripper to pay for her studies. She was very pragmatic about it, she didn’t have any criticism, but she didn’t need, as a result, to work at Mc Donalds. Looking down at her breasts discreetly, she said she made a lot of money. The recognition that she could be solely a sexual object made me having a turn on, and I kissed her. All the story about her boyfriend was erased.

It was so sexual that I said, come in the lavatory in one minute. We went straight inside the men’s and started to have sex. She had a condom with her, which makes me think that she knew all along that we’d end up fucking. She moved her ass up, and slowly, without much though directed my cock into her ass. Like something she is accustomed to and has become a routine, so much so that it is like a second pussy I can chose from. Physically it was taxing to fuck her almost squatting, and I lost my concentration when the waiter started to bang the door and begged at us to come out. I came quickly, and we recovered with a deep laughter.

I saw her again, but that’s another story…

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