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Finally it was Friday and I needed a stiff drink. It was one of those busy weeks where too many customers made me crazy. I drove over to my favorite sports bar and met my old high school friend Jim. Jim is an ex professional football player. He is big, heavy set dude over 300 pounds now with a pretty boy face and wavy graying hair. Luckily he doesn’t need to work much, except for what he calls his exec services hobby. I’m a 6 foot muscular Italian guy with a shaved head and a thin beard. I’m a tattoo artist and have my left arm and shoulder nicely painted. My right shoulder just has my skull logo tattooed on it. Sitting down next to him, I asked how his week went. He laughed and said that his girls were giving him problems again and wished he had Mercedes back, being over 6 months since she dropped out of sight. Laughing because I knew that wouldn’t happen, I asked why. With a sarcastic grin, he told me that he still gets a lot of requests for her services and hasn’t found a girl to replace her yet. I thought that was strange since the last time he used her, and as big as he is, he still got his ass kicked by her brother and his friends. That was also the last time any of us had seen her. We later found out that her brother did an intervention and we were warned about pursuing or seeing her in any way. So we haven’t.

As he sipped his beer, he said, “Boy she was such a nice piece of hot ass too. She was petite, skinny with nice tits, but her legs and ass were her best assets. She just loved escorting all weekend without complaining. It was like she had an insatiable appetite for sex. She never whined about the cash I gave her either. It was like she was enjoying herself way too much and didn’t care about the compensation. But her eyes did light up every time I handed her some green. She once told me that having lots of sex was a special treat and she would do it for free, but enjoyed the extra reward as a nice gift.” He laughed when he said gift, because he said she never thought of the money she received as anything but a donation.

I smiled, took a big swig of my beer and replied, “Yeah, and that’s exactly what I paid her on Sunday too. I had her fucking a couple of my bros for zilch and they paid me a few bills for the use of her cunt. It was totally free money for me.” Taking another gulp of my brew, I chuckled and said, “Even after all the fucking she did for you bro, she still wanted to fuck on Sunday. Damn what a great little whore she was and you’re right; she had a smoking hot body with a cute smile and those big blue eyes. Yeah, it sure would be nice to get her back in action. I wonder what she’s doing and if she is missing all of the attention we gave her.”

We both laughed at the thought of her being our fuck buddy again, but knew it would be for not. We used to watch her in action and take some photos. Jim felt that he could use the pictures as blackmail if she ever decided to quit. But after his beating, he lost all desire to pursue her. Maybe it was unwise, but I still keep a lot of her photos on my phone. Occasionally, I looked at her in one of her skimpy slut outfits that she liked wearing in public. But I have a few favorites of her bare on all fours with some guy starting to stick his big cock in her. She was looking back with a huge smile across her face. Here is a brief description what Mercedes looked like.

She is very attractive 29 years old with a nice tight body. She is about 5’5″ with long red hair maybe 105 pounds. She once told me that she measured out at 34C-23-35. Her big blue eyes twinkled in ecstasy after every fuck too. She has a cute little turned up nose with freckles sprinkled across it that she tried to hide with makeup. Her cheeks are round and her lips are soft and sweet to kiss. Her mouth isn’t huge, but when she smiled, it was like putting the asterisk over her beauty. As for her hot body, her tits were nice and firm maybe c or d cup that looked faked, but she swore they were real. I never saw any scares, so I’m sure she was telling the truth. She loved having her small nips played with too. I remember her yanking on them as I pounded her wet cunt. She had such a slender waist and very flat stomach with a pair of silky smooth long legs that felt great being pushed up over her body or wrapped around me. And her ass! Oh that was to die for, especially when she crawled around on all fours. She had this completely shaved pussy, with a nice pink slit and very tight hole, unless she was fucked by some big black cock. I always had fun sucking and fingering inside her cunt listening to her moan with an orgasm. Her clit bulb was easy to find and she had some huge orgasms when I played with it. She is very orgasmic and would have many during sex. I should mention she like anal sex too and craved being doubled. But the best part of her was that sexy voice moaning and saying to fuck her harder. Yes she’s very vocal when being pumped and liked long hour sessions. No minute men for her. I don’t think I could Ağrı Escort ever find a girl that loved getting it, as much as Mercedes did. She laughed, telling us that she had a bad sex addiction problem, but didn’t care. She just felt incredible being the center of a guy’s attention and the cause of him exploding his cum. Her eyes sparkled as she described her feeling of elation and the satisfaction she received during the sex act. This is what our little fuck buddy Mercedes was all about. With her innocent, wholesome, girl next door demeanor (until you fucked her), is why a lot of guys loved paying Jim and me for that pleasure. She was such a joy being around and was always willing and ready for anything we sent her way. Damn, I really miss her too!

As we kept talking about Mercedes and reminiscing about the good times we had fucking her, even though it was only just for over a year, I looked up and saw a girl that looked a lot like her. It’s been such a long time since seeing her that I couldn’t be sure. So I nudged Jim and he looked at her standing in between these two nerdy looking weird dudes. Although her hair was shorter and she was wearing baggy clothes, hiding her body, that we couldn’t be sure it was Mercedes. She looked over at us and quickly turned away, like she didn’t recognize us. I tried to hear her voice, but the noise was too loud from watching the football games. Jim said it wasn’t her and our imagination was playing tricks, since we had her on our mind. He mentioned that our Mercedes would never be caught dead going out with those types of losers, unless she was paid. I guess he was right.

They were seated in a booth across the bar where I could look at her through the TV monitors. As time went by, Jim had his eyes glued on the game, when I noticed her getting up and looking my way. A slight smile emerged as she walked toward the restroom area. Elbowing Jim, I told him that I had to find out for sure if that was Mercedes. So I got up and followed. Unfortunately, she made to the ladies room before I got there.

Like some anxious timid dude, I waited outside pretending I was just on my way out of the men room. It felt like hours but wasn’t, until she finally emerged from the ladies abode. As she did, I made sure she saw me. She smiled and I asked, “This is going to sound like a pick up line, but you look familiar. Is your name Mercedes?”

Grinning from ear to ear with that gorgeous smile I remember and with her eyes gleaming with joy, she walked up to me and blurted, “Oh my god! Is that you Tito? So what are you doing now that you didn’t go to jail?”

We hugged and it felt great having her tits plastered against me again. When we broke, I told her I was doing the same tattooing at my shop, after I put it back together from the police raid. Then I asked her what happened to her and if she was still in town. She giggled and told me it was a long story and maybe some time she would tell me all about it, but right now she had to get back to her finance.

Now I was shocked, she was going to marry one of those ugly weird dudes. She always told me that she was not the marrying type and wouldn’t try that disaster again. Now I was curious to what has changed!

As she began to walk away, I exclaimed, “Wait Mercedes! You just can’t leave me without thanking you for not pressing those charges against me. That kept me out of jail and I should at least buy you a drink for doing that! And you did promise to tell me what has been going on in your life!”

She turned back and answered, “I would like that Tito, but I’m not that person any more. I’m a good girl now and I’m afraid it may lead to other things that I may later regret. As for what’s going on with me is that I have a new job, a rich boyfriend and don’t want to jeopardize any of it. So no. I just can’t! And I hope you understand.”

I smiled and said, “But Mercedes, it’s just a drink thanking you, and nothing else. I promise!”

After a long pause with our eyes glued to one another, she took a deep sigh and replied as if to appease me, “Okay then, no sex and just one drink.”

I happily agreed to that, although my thoughts were remembering her being naked and fucking me. So she asked for my number and told me that she would call me sometime next week. Yeah, only a fool would really believe that she would call! But I gave her my card to my tattoo shop anyway and watched her walk away. She seemed to put an extra wiggle in her step, as she disappeared back to her seat without turning back to look at me. I felt that the most attractive and horniest girl I ever met was now walking completely out of life, although there is some hope that she would actually call.

When I got back to the bar, Jim was yakking on his phone. It sounded like he was having girl problems with a client. When he hung up, he told me that he had to leave. I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey bro that is Mercedes. She told me she was getting hooked to one of Ağrı Escort Bayan those ugly dudes.”

He looked over at her and she was staring at us. Then he said, “You know bro she’s big trouble. Good for her. But I got things to take care of. I’ll see you tomorrow for the game.” He was dialing his cell, as quickly left.

I went through two more brews, while looking at my photos of a naked Mercedes. The game was now almost over, when suddenly I got a fucking great idea. I knew she gets real horny after drinking. All I had to do was to get her drunk and I bet I could fuck her again. I smiled thinking about that possibility, as I clicked on a photo of her with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. I kept flipping through my photos of her, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning back, it was Mercedes. She gave me a note with her number on it and whispered, “You’re right we should meet. Call me Monday for that drink.” Then she quickly left. I could tell in her voice that she was excited, but her expression seemed like she was also distressed. I became happy that I would be seeing her again.

The weekend seemed long as I was impatiently waiting for Monday to roll around. I was up early Monday, but waited until the afternoon to call her. I didn’t want her to think I was eager to see her again. All morning long I practiced what I was going to say. Finally I dialed her number. She answered, “Financial Services, Mercedes speaking.”

I had a pit in my stomach when I replied, “Hi gorgeous, you wanted me to call you today.”

I slight pause as she answered, “Tito is that you?” I replied it was.

I was looking at a picture of her naked as she continued, “Oh I was hoping you call and was concerned when I haven’t heard from you. Listen, I can go for that drink on Friday night that is, if you still want me too?”

Now I was excited with a bulge brewing in my pants, but didn’t want her to know how much I wanted to see her or was that fuck her. Yeah I know I promised, but then it was Mercedes and it seemed like she was the anxious one to meet. I began to wonder why. Quickly I answered, “Sure gorgeous, I would like that, but where and what time?”

She giggled, “Oh how about the same place I saw you on Friday. Say around 6 after I get off work.”

I wanted to keep talking and ask why the sudden change in attitude but after I said okay, she told me she had to go and was looking forward to seeing me on Friday. I chuckled to myself because she seemed very excited about the date. Then my thoughts turned to remembering her in all kinds of nasty behavior.

The week went by extra slow and I thought about Mercedes a lot, while looking through her photos on my phone. Friday came around and I closed the shop early. I got to the sports bar ahead of time and found a nice spot at the bar where I could see everyone coming in. Six pm came and went, while Mercedes didn’t appear. I was becoming restless that she was going to be a no-show. I ordered another brew, telling myself that if she wasn’t here by the time I finished it, I would leave. Just before 7 pm, she emerged at the door looking frazzled. Looking around she finally saw me and rushed over.

I got up and she hugged me and said, “Oh Tito, I was hoping you still be here. I had a client come in late and I had to take care of business before I could get here. I called you, but you didn’t answer. I was so worried you leave and I really needed to talk to you.”

I just smiled and told her it was alright and was glad she made it. The bartender came over and asked what she wanted to drink, I said, “A double Vodka Martini with six olives.”

Mercedes grinned and told me it was nice that I remembered her cocktail of choice, but she doesn’t drink that any more. She just drinks wine. I laughed and told her that tonight she looked like she needed something a little stronger. She smiled and told me that would be fine. Then she excused herself for the Ladies room. After she left, I told the bartender to make her drink a triple instead. He smiled like he knew what was on my mind, took a bigger goblet and mixed away.

I watched for Mercedes to return and was becoming horny as I stared at her walking back. She wasn’t wearing the baggy outfit that I saw her in last week. Instead she was wearing tight black slacks that accented her cute ass, a black jacket, white blouse and 3″ heels. But to my dismay she had a bra on. When the bartender placed the big drink in front of her, she exclaimed, “Oh my God, is that all for me? I don’t know how I’m going to drink all of that. Wow! Luckily it’s only a double.”

I just chuckled to myself knowing that if she drank that whole thing there would be a good chance I’d be fucking her tonight. I put my hand on her shoulder, smiled and answered, “Yeah they make drinks big here, but I know you can do it Mercedes. Now tell me why the change in attitude and what’s so important to talk to me about?”

After she took a big Escort Ağrı gulp, she smiled and told me that she would tell me that long story, if we moved to a booth. I looked around and saw a quieter empty booth in the corner. Helping her up, she took her drink and we walked over to it. I had my hand around her waist as I eased her into the comfortable padded seat. She moved over and I sat close to her with our hips slightly touching. Then I asked again what she wanted to tell me.

Taking another big swallow, she sighed and said, “Tito, I want you to know I’m sorry for calling the police on you. It was my brother’s idea and he was pissed that I dropped the charges. When I saw you last week, I knew I had to explain. You have to realize that I was totally out control concerning my sexual behavior. I realize that now. When my brother found out about me escorting for Jim, he went ballistic. He couldn’t believe that with the job I had and the money I was making, that I would disgrace myself as a whore. He told me I needed help and you were just in the way, since you dealt the drugs. I’m really sorry.”

Then she went into explaining everything that happened to her, after her brother took her away. She said he made her go to therapy for her sex problem and met Tyler, her finance, at that office. She began to cry when she told me the ordeal she went through from not having any sex for months, but has accepted the need to be normal. As she continued her story of being daily monitored and losing her job, she kept sucking down that potent brew and I knew she had something else on her mind besides explaining her months of tribulation. I could tell she was becoming soused from the Martini as she kept unloading her troubles. After almost an hour of detailing her life for the last six months, she finally took the last sip of brew and began chomping on the olives. She told me that I’m the first person she has told about her ordeal of feeling like a prisoner and now stuck in a life not of her choosing.

As she ate an olive I asked, “Well that must have been horrendous for you, but Mercedes why do you want to see me? I forgave you a long time ago and the cops never found any drugs. So everything is okay with me. So really what is it you want?”

As she swallowed the olive, while giggling from too much booze, she replied, “Well Tito, they think I’m cured. Until I saw you and Jim, I thought I was too. When I hugged you, all of those sexual urges came roaring back. I knew I need something else in my life besides just Tyler. You see Tyler is very religious and so in love with me, but we haven’t had sex yet. He believes in sex only to have children. He doesn’t know I can’t become pregnant and am afraid to tell him. After seeing you guys, I remembered all the fun times I had and just thought.”

She paused and taking the goblet, she tilted her head back to get every last drop of booze out. Licking her lips, like she used to after a guy dumped a load of semen in her mouth, she put her hand on my leg.

Turning toward me, she sensually said, “So you see Tito, I just thought that you could help me sexually and no one would ever know. I want you to make love to me tonight. I need to feel your big cock in me again to see if I still liked sex or no longer need that thrill. You are kind of my test. After I saw you, I knew it must have been a sign from heaven with such a chance meeting. I’ve been horny all week hoping you would say yes.”

Then without warning she leaned over and kissed my lips with a deep French kiss. When we broke for air, I was completely surprised. It seems I didn’t need a fucking plan after all. Knowing that I was going to be fucking her again, I answered, “Oh yeah Mercedes, I’ll be only too happy to help you out. But first you need to do me a favor. I want the old Mercedes back whenever we are together.”

She looked puzzled with those questioning, twinkling, big blue eyes, and asked what I meant. I told her that she needed to go to the restroom and take off her bra. I want the exhibitionist Mercedes back. It was as if someone just gave her permission to let go and be naughty. She smiled and squirmed out the other side of the booth. Bending over to me, she kissed me again and staggered off to the Ladies room. Sometime later she returned.

Holding her jacket under her arm and trying to walk back to me, a drunken guy grabbed her arm as she went by his table. I could hear him telling her what great tits she had and to sit on his lap. He talked to her for a few minutes until she pulled away. Wobbling back to me, she slid in our booth. I asked what that was about.

Giggling she said, “Oh he just told me I had great looking boobs and wanted to play with them. Last year I would have let him.”

The guy wasn’t wrong. After she took off her bra, the sheer white cotton material didn’t hide much of her booty. And with the top two buttons undone, I could see her tits like she wasn’t wearing anything over them. It was like a wet t-shirt contest. I kissed her and pushed my hand on them. Then I undid another buttoned and pushed my hand under the blouse and over her bear boob. She moaned and kissed me. When we broke for air, she sensually said, “Not here Tito. Let’s go back to your place.”

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Bo parked the car and took a deep breath. He had arrived at his 20th high school reunion. It was the first one he’d been to and he had nearly not come. His life since high school had been, like most, up and down. He had gone to seminary after college and then entered the ministry. At the age of thirty, he assumed the pastorate of a large church in a neighboring state. He had done well, but had made some powerful enemies from the old guard of the church after he began to make changes. Not long after, a young woman had begun attending the church. She was attractive and single and they had begun seeing each other. The relationship progressed and had, at her leading, become increasingly physical. A video of the two of them had been sent to the deacons and he was out of a job. It had been a setup and it left him bitter, out of a job, and unemployable.

The scandal had been very public and had reached his hometown (he was sure those that set him up had made certain of that). He had sold his house, moved out west, and taken a job as a sales rep. He hated it, but it had paid the bills while he tried to sort out his life. He loved soccer and had eventually decided to try to get into coaching. While still at his sales job he had gotten licensed to coach and then begun working his way up the coaching ranks. After several years, he’d gotten into coaching at the high school level which had led after another few years to him moving back closer to home to coach.

When the invitation to the reunion had come, his first thought had been to ignore it, but he decided it was time to go back, even if it was awkward, and so, here he was at the Friday night mixer at 8th and Rail.

With a last deep breath, he got out and headed toward the door. He looked at his reflection in the glass. He was 5′ 9″ with close cropped dark hair that was beginning to gray, and the slim build of an athlete. He put on a smile and walked inside.

He was recognized almost instantly by a cadre of old friends. No one mentioned his fall from grace. Everyone was in good spirits and he began to relax and enjoy the banter around the bar. He was enjoying dinner with a group when he looked up and almost choked. Tammy had been his first love and his first lover. She took his breath away then, and twenty years later, she still did. Her blonde hair was darker and a bit shorter than he remembered, but her eyes still had the same sparkle, her smile still made his heart beat quicker, and her curve still caused an ache of desire deep inside him.

She worked her way into the room, speaking to and hugging many of those present. As she turned from the table next to his he rose and smiled. Her eyes lit up and she smiled and gave him a long hug. She looked him in the eye and said, “I wondered if you’d be here. I was hoping you would. Let me speak to everyone and I’ll be back.”

He nodded and watched her move on. His mind, like his heart was racing as memories flooded his mind. She returned several minutes later with a glass of wine and joined the group he was with. They all talked and laughed for another hour and a half before the party began to break up. As everyone began to leave, Tammy went to speak to several of her old girlfriends and Bo went to the restroom. When he returned, he didn’t see her. Feeling disappointed, he walked outside to get some air.

It was getting late and there were other activities planned the next day. He had begun to walk toward his car when he heard the door open behind him. It was Tammy. She smiled and asked, “Taking off?”

He smiled, “Yeah, I was going to head that way.”

“Me too,” she said, “I’m parked around the corner. Would you mind walking me back?”

“Not at all”, he said with a smile.

He offered his arm and she smiled again and took it and they began to walk in silence.

After several steps, she said softly, “I heard about what happened. That must have been a really hard time.”

He nodded silently.

“Sounds like you’ve found something you enjoy now.”

He nodded again, “Yeah, I have. I love what I do and I don’t have near as many people critiquing my every word and action.”

She smiled and squeezed his arm. They reached her car and she motioned, “Get in and I’ll drive you back to yours.”

He did as she requested, watching her as she cranked the car and drove back down the block.

“How about you?” Bo asked quietly, “I noticed you stopped posting on Facebook.”

She parked the car next to his and stared straight ahead for a moment. When she turned to look at him, her eyes were sorrowful. “Mike left me about six months ago,’ she said flatly, “Married his 25-year-old secretary last week.”

He didn’t say anything, just reached over and took her hand. They sat in silence for a moment. After a moment, Tammy squeezed his hand and let go, “I should go,” she said.

He nodded and opened the door, “See you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Definitely,” he answered.

She nodded and smiled, “I’ll be there. Will you be my date?”

He Ağrı Escort smiled, “Of course.”

She smiled again and blew him a kiss. He made a show of catching it, then winked and waved good night. He got in his car and drove back to his hotel. He got ready for bed and turned out the light but his mind was turning too much for sleep to come.

Bo’s thoughts turned to their relationship back in high school. He had dated several girls as a junior and early in his senior year. The two of them ran with the same group and had been friends for years but Bo had never asked her out, mostly out of fear of rejection. They had both broken up with their significant others shortly before the Jr. Arts Dance in February of their senior year. All their friends were going together, and they ended up at the dance as the only unattached two in their circle of friends. They danced and had fun and went to the after party together. When he had taken her home, she had given him a hug and a peck on the cheek. “I had fun,” she said, “We should do more stuff together.”

Bo smiled as he remembered feeling like he’d won the lottery. They continued to see each other for the next few months, slowly getting more serious and beginning to explore a little physically. When prom arrived, they were going steady. They made plans with their group of friends as usual. There was a pre-dance dinner put on by their group’s parents. Then, following the dance, Tammy’s parents had agreed that he, Tammy, and eight of their friends (4 couples) could go to their lake house, provided there was no alcohol and that the guys and girls stayed separately. Somehow, all ten kids convinced their parents to allow them to go.

The prom had been fun. They had all danced, acted the fool, and generally enjoyed themselves. At midnight, they all jumped in their cars and drove the thirty minutes to the lake. Bo and Tammy led the way, followed by the other four couples. When they arrived, Tammy opened the house and made a show of putting the girls’ stuff in one bedroom and the guys’ in the other as the others grinned. They all changed into shorts and t-shirts and the girls cooked a couple of pizzas while the guys brought in two ice chests filled with wine coolers. They ate and drank and played cards and eventually settled in to watch a movie.

The couples were spread out around the living room and it didn’t take long for the guys’ hands to begin to roam and the couples to begin to kiss. Soon, all five couples were ignoring the movie completely. The house had three bedrooms, and before long, couples had stumbled into all three.

Bo and Tammy continued to kiss on the love seat in the living room. Their hands were roaming and they were both aroused, but Bo had no intention of trying to go much further where they were. Soon, they could hear the beds begin to squeak. Tammy giggled softly as she they began to hear other sounds, moans and soft cries of pleasure.

They had forgotten the fourth couple Tara and Jason, who were still in the living room with them. Tammy and Bo both jumped as Tara moaned loudly and began to pant. “Oh, god, don’t stop baby. Mmm.”

Bo and Tammy were behind them at an angle. It was difficult to see more than shadows, but it was clear from Tara’s moans, that Jason was doing something she enjoyed. Suddenly, she sat up and with one motion pulled her shirt over her head. She had obviously lost her bra earlier in the session. Tara then stood and pushed her shorts and panties to the floor and straddled Jason. Bo and Tammy couldn’t see their sexes, but they heard them have a graphic discussion about fitting his condom and then heard their moans as he entered her. They watched and listened as Tara rode Jason. The squeaking of the couch springs grew louder as their moans grew more desperate. Soon, both bucked and cried out as they came, first Tara, and soon after, Jason.

It was the most erotic thing Bo or Tammy had ever witnessed. His cock was rock hard and Tammy was breathing heavily and he could tell that she was wet. Both were incredibly aroused but neither wanted to go further with the other couple only feet away.

Suddenly, Tammy rose and whispered, meet me on the back porch. She then turned and disappeared silently down the hall. Bo rose and walked quietly out to the screened in back porch. His erection had softened a bit, but he was still breathing heavily when he heard the door open and close quietly. He turned to see Tammy with a bundle in her hands. She laid two thick quilts on the floor and put pillows at one end near a few other items Bo couldn’t make out. She stepped over to him and put her hands gently on his chest as their eyes met. Bo rested his hands on her hips and pulled her into an embrace.

They kissed passionately, their tongues playing as their hands moved over each other. After a moment, Tammy pushed away, reached down and took the hem of her shirt, and pulled It over her head. She had already removed her bra. Bo stared. Her breasts were full and Ağrı Escort Bayan firm. She smiled at his stare and then reached for his shirt, which he yanked off in one motion. They embraced again; he loved the sensation of her tits against his chest and he could feel her nipples beginning to rise. His hands moved between them and caressed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, and then brushing her nipples with his fingertips. She sighed softly into his mouth.

Tammy broke the kiss and took Bo’s hand, guiding him over to the quilts. She kissed him again, and then reached for the button of his shorts, undoing it and sliding the zipper down. She watched his eyes as she took his shorts and underwear in her hands and began to pull them down. They both chuckled as his erection kept his shorts from coming off. He quickly reached down and pushed them over, letting them fall to the floor as his cock popped to attention. She smiled and then looked down at her shorts and back up at him.

Bo took the hint and reached for the top of her shorts, pushing them and her panties over her hips and off. He swallowed hard as he looked at her standing before him. She was beautiful and he desired her like nothing he ever had. They embraced again, and he gasped as the head and shaft of his cock brushed against her pussy. It was warm and damp and she moaned softly at the touch.

She sat down on the quilt and lay on her right side. He lay down on his left side, facing her and they embraced again, their legs entwining as their bodies rubbed together. Bo was incredibly hard and he wanted badly to push inside of Tammy, but he wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted, so he settled for rubbing the base of his shaft against her pussy as they kissed. She moaned, rubbing against his shaft and stroking his hair as he began to suck on her nipples. They rocked on like this for several minutes, both their arousal growing. Tammy began to move faster against him. Bo matched her speed until suddenly, he slipped inside her. They both gasped at the feeling. Bo pushed into her further, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding. She moaned, but seemed to hesitate and he looked up at her.

Her eyes were wild with desire, but there was something else too. “Condom,” she whispered. He nodded and pulled out. She reached over to the items she’d brought and found one. His cock was throbbing as she handled it. They fumbled with the rubber, trying to get it on his swollen head. The pressure and movement of her fingers was driving him wild. She seemed to sense how close and put the condom down, pulling him down into and embrace again, lying on her back, and guiding his shaft to her pussy. “Stroke it ’til you come,” she whispered.

Bo nodded and began to rub the bottom of his cock against her wet pussy. In his already aroused state, it didn’t take long before the pressure in his balls became overwhelming. His eyes went wide and his back arched as his cum pumped from his cock. He moaned with pleasure as more and more erupted from his shooting member. He looked up and Tammy’s mouth was open and she was panting. Quickly, he rolled over and positioned her pussy against his still hard shaft. She began to slide against it steadily at first and then more and more quickly as her desire grew into desperation and finally exploded as she cried out and shook against him.

They had held each other for a long while until finally the wine coolers and the late hour finally caused them to drift off to sleep. When they awoke, sun was up and several of the other couples were stirring around. They kissed, then dressed and got up. Everyone was soon awake and they all ate brunch together, laughing and talking easily.

After brunch, the other couples had begun to leave until only Bo and Tammy remained to finish cleaning up and removing the evidence of the party. They had pulled the sheets off the beds and put them in the wash. While waiting for the laundry to dry, Tammy suggested that they go for a swim in the lake. Bo agreed and had changed into his swim trunks and walked out on the dock. He heard the door open and close and turned to see Tammy walking toward him in a blue bikini. He smiled admiringly and she giggled. They swam and played for nearly an hour when she said, “I’ll bet the sheets are dry. I guess we better go in.”

Bo agreed and followed her toward the dock. They both dried off and then headed into the house. She padded back to the laundry room and he followed. The room was small, and Tammy didn’t realize Bo had followed her in. When she bent to open the dryer, her bottom pressed back against his crotch. His cock felt like a small shock had gone through it and he instantly had a woody.

Tammy jumped slightly, then turned to face him, first with a look of amusement, then with something he couldn’t quite read. She took a step toward him and put her arms around his neck. Bo swallowed hard as she pressed herself against him and whispered, “kiss me.” He did, deeply as his hands found her hips Escort Ağrı and his heart began to pound. They kissed deeply for several moments and then she broke the kiss, her breath ragged and shallow. Without a word, she grabbed a couple of clean towels, then took his hand and led him back to the love seat they had occupied the night before.

She spread the towels on the seat as he watched and then embraced him again, running her hands over his back and sides, before sliding into his suit and squeezing his butt as she kissed him passionately. Bo returned her kisses with a desire he’d never known. His cock, trapped in his swimsuit ached to get fully erect as his hands moved over Tammy. She reached between them and untied the knot on his suit, and then began to tug it off. Between the suit being wet and his cock being erect, it wasn’t easy so he helped her pull it off, letting it drop to the floor as his erection sprang to full attention. Tammy looked at it and smiled and whispered huskily, “Sit down”.

Bo sat, not taking his eyes off Tammy as she reached behind her and untied the top of her bikini. With one motion, she removed it and let it drop. Bo stared at her full, firm tits as Tammy pushed her bikini bottom off and let it slide to the ground. Then, she knelt in front of him and leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock. He groaned as she ran her tongue around the rim teasing him. Her hand began to jack his shaft as she continued to tease the head with her tongue. The sight and feel of it was driving Bo wild with lust. He closed his eyes trying to slow the speed of his growing desire.

His passion grew until he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She sensed this and stood. He opened his eyes as she stepped forward, putting her knees on either side of him and kneeled on his lap. They kissed hungrily, desperately for several minutes, their bodies rubbing together. Tammy sat up, adjusting her body so that Bo could reach her breasts with his mouth. He began to kiss and lick them, first the left, then the right; kissing and licking her nipples and stroking and caressing them with his hands. Tammy sighed and moaned at his ministrations even as she adjusted herself so that his shaft was rubbing against her sex as it had the night before. Bo’s hands found her ass and began to squeeze and rub it as they began to move together. Bo felt as if his shaft was about to burst he was so erect and with every movement, the pressure in his balls was rapidly rising. Tammy for her part was moving faster against him, moaning his name as her arousal grew. As Tammy moved faster against him, he again slipped inside her just as he had the previous night. Tammy pushed him back so that his back was touching the seat. Her hands were on his shoulders and he thought for a moment she was going to pull off of him again. Instead, she impaled herself on him even deeper, pushing down to meet his thrusts.

He looked up at her questioningly and she nodded lustily. “I want you,” she moaned, “I want you to fuck me and shoot it in me!”

That was all he needed to hear. Bo’s hands were on her hips driving her deeper as the pressure in his balls grew uncontrollable. Bo felt the head of his cock swell, then twitch as he felt his cum rising. He moaned and fought to hold it back, but it was too intense. He cried out as he began to cum, load after load shooting into her. His pleasure seemed to drive Tammy over the edge. Her moans became louder and more fevered until she took in a deep breath and cried out as her orgasm rolled over her. Their ecstasy had lasted for several minutes and even after he had stopped cumming, he was still rock hard; so very hard.

Bo awoke with a start, his cock standing straight up. He looked around, disoriented for a moment and then realized where he was. He blew out a long breath and tried to will his erection to soften. As on that weekend so long ago, it didn’t seem to want to. That weekend had begun a summer filled with more pleasure than Bo had ever imagined. They learned and experimented together, enjoying each other’s bodies and developing a deep emotional bond. And then it was over.

He had gone to Auburn and she had gone to Suwanee. They tried to continue seeing each other, but it had been difficult and they had eventually agreed to see other people. Bo had never forgotten her, and when he was alone, he had often wondered where she was and what would have happened if they’d stayed together.

Bo rose and showered, trying to clear his head before heading to the class picnic. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so when arrived at the park. Like the day before, he was greeted warmly. He struck up conversations with several people that hadn’t been at the bar the previous night even as he looked for Tammy. She arrived about fifteen minutes after he did and waved when he caught her eye. She spoke to several people and then made her way to where he was. She greeted him warmly and squeezed his hand.

They spent the next several hours having lunch and talking to friends. It was a fun time, relaxed and enjoyable. As the event began to break up, they walked toward the exit together. “Want to get a cup of coffee?” she asked. He agreed and they drove to a little shop downtown, ordered their drinks and sat on the patio.

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From out in the hall and beneath his feet, he heard and felt June’s son approaching. The way that she squirmed against him, trying to edge out, he knew she had sensed it as well. With every tapping footstep, she twisted harder, the look on her face edging from shock to anger, then shading over to fear as the steps stopped on the far side of the door.

Victor smiled.

With their combined weight against the door, all her son was able to do was twist the knob in his hand, but with every turn of the metal, June shook as though she were being stabbed.

“Mom, what are you doing? We gotta go.”

The boy’s voice was close to them, even muffled through the cheap pressed wood of the door, as though he were in the room with them. June’s body squirmed again, and Victor slid his free hand up and cupped the heavy swell of her left breast. She jerked like he had slapped her.

He nodded towards the blank face of the door, cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

“Mom?” Again the rattle of door knob, the spasm from June’s flesh. Victor felt his cock awaken.

“Just a minute, okay?” She turned her head to answer her son, looking away from Victor. No, that wouldn’t do at all. He released her breast and grabbed her chin, pivoting her face back. She couldn’t look away from him anymore, escape the truth of this situation, what was happening in the room.

Her eyes were slits, as though waiting for an open hand or fist. Did her husband beat her? Did she expect the same, and probably far worse, from him? He stroked his index finger along her cheek, eliciting a shudder.

The boy’s steps retreated, probably entering his room. Certainly still within earshot, if they spoke too loud, argued too forcefully, made too much noise at all.

Victor leaned closer. “He’s just in the other room, isn’t he?”

June stared over his shoulder.

“Should I open the door and take a little peek?” He released her wrist and put his hand on the cool metal of the door knob.

“Yes, he’s in his room,” she whispered.

Victor chuckled.

“So close.” He pressed against her, grinding his pelvis, the aching need of him, against the soft puddle of her belly. The door creaked. “And these doors, these walls, are just so damn thin. I bet that when you fuck your husband, you have to be little church mice.”

She stiffened against him.

“Is that what you are, June? A little church mouse?” He released the door knob and slid his hand between them, wormed his fingers between her clenched thighs. “I guess that makes me a big old barn owl. Come swooping down,” he grabbed the thickness of her, “to gobble you up.”

She stood like a lumpy manikin as he pawed at her.

“You don’t get it, do you June?”

She studied an invisible spot on the far wall, a nerve playing in her cheek.

“You go online and play at being naughty. Dirty chats and dirty pics while the husband sleeps in that bed behind you. But all the messy bits are a world away from home, aren’t they? Something you can kill with a flick of the switch and become the good wife again, the good mother.”

He released her, twisted the lock on the door, and stepped back. She sagged forward, arms swinging down at her sides, bereft of independent movement. She was waiting him out, enduring what was being done to her in this room.

“But ask yourself, is that all you want? To be the mom, the wife?”

He walked over to the curtain near the computer desk, knowing that she wouldn’t run out the door anymore, wouldn’t risk spilling whatever was happening in this room into the rest of the trailer, her life.

“Just do it,” she mumbled.

“Do what, June?”

“Does it matter?”

Carefully, with a languorous gesture, he straightened the curtains, closing the narrow slit that let in a sliver of the outer world. As the heavy fabric slid beneath his fingers, dust motes brought him the distilled scent of the room, stale smoke and dried sweat, the vapor of dying dreamers.

When he turned, she stood as before, as though someone had cut the marionette’s strings of her life.

“Of course it matters, June.” He pulled out the folding chair. “Why don’t you sit down while we have ourselves a little chat about why it matters.”

She walked over to the chair, brushing dully against him as he stepped close to the window, positioning himself between her and the outer door.

“Show me how you sat when we had all those wonderful little chats of ours.”

Zombie June slumped in her chair in front of the computer. He made an impatient sound, and she raised her arms, positioned her limp fingers on the keyboard.

Victor stood there and admired the tableau he was creating. With every command he issued, and with every meek, dead response from June, the dark ice that filled his veins grew colder, fell closer to absolute zero. His nitric blood could shatter rose petals.

“Alright, I’m starting to get a feel for the scene. I can almost imagine that big lump of husband snoring in the bed behind you, oblivious. Such a nice moment for you, wasn’t it? Him sleeping while you play-fucked Ağrı Escort at his feet.”

She shrugged.

“Come on, June, own yourself. I think you loved it. I think that was precisely the appeal for you. You had this safe little life wrapped around you, all warm and cozy, but somehow, it had slipped over your head, smothering you. The real you. Not the person that cooked their meals and cleaned their dishes and washed their clothes.”

He stepped behind her and and put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down, whispering in her ear.

“Let’s talk about the real June. The one that wanted to fuck and to be fucked. The one that only came out when the lights were off and your fingers got busy down below and there was some stranger on the other end of the line, keyboard and cock in hand.”

From this angle, a tall mirror on the wall beside the desk reflected them, her looming in the foreground, him pasted in the background, and, behind all, the bed stretching out like a wrinkled wasteland.

“Admit it, June. Just for once in your life, come out into the daylight. Fuck the facade. We’re over — we both know that. All we have left is this instant, this moment together to show our true faces. This life is wrapped around you like a quilted shroud, all soft and warm and fitted for a corpse.” He slid his hands from her shoulders, cupping his palms on her face, felt the cold down of her cheeks swell and fall with her shallow breaths. “You are in there. Not the wife or the mother or the cyber-queen, but the real you.

“The you that lives in darkness.”

And it clicked.

June cocked her head at the mirror, as though her mind were racing after a thought, a juxtaposition of images. Slowly, as consciousness overtook intuition, June’s face awakened, her eyes lifted from her own reflection to his mirrored gaze.

If ice could burn, his blood blazed.

“The June I’ve never seen,” he leaned over and brushed his lips against her forehead, like a man kissing his dead, “just came out to play.”

And in the mirror, June smiled.

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A hundred trailers squatted over a farmer’s re-zoned and partialed field. Metal tubes parked permanently and stuffed with humanity, specks of flesh encased in aluminum and carpeting, pickled in television light and radio waves. Long ranks of them, each bottling their tale of drudgery and fever — the old dying slowly, the young burning quickly. And in one trailer, in one little casing where a mother had sat and typed messages to strangers in the night, something began to happen.

The wind that chilled the aluminum skin of the trailer knew nothing of this change, the eruption of thought and desire blossoming like the petals of a night orchid. The cold November sun that glinted off the edges of the shuttered windows revealed nothing more than it had when the BMW had crunched to a stop.

And the son. Did he know what was going on inside his parent’s bedroom? Did he hear noises, rustlings, exhalations that his adolescent mind, lulled by internet images and pop lyrics, reduced to safe, knowable acts? Did the father, driving his oil-burning Taurus down the highway 30 miles away, casually feeding his lungs their first after-work cigarette, feel his mind tug away from the anticipated night of televised sport — could the Colts cinch the playoffs? — towards some dark presentiment, some augury of flesh and betrayal and lust?

At the pivot point of this unseen revolution sat the bedroom. Victor still stood beside the chair, but June has transformed, leaning forward, mouth open, laboring over his resuscitated cock, brownish blond hair bobbing as she worked up and down the length of him.

Victor had been sole witness to the metamorphosis, watching as her lips had wrapped around him, felt her tongue worry the underside of his glans. His cock had been coated with residual cum as she had pulled him from his jeans, and as she had taken him into her mouth, she had squirmed on the chair and furrowed her brow as his salt infused her palate.

Now, he let her work him, felt warm saliva coat the base of his cock and slowly spread down over his densely haired testicles like a warm bath.

When he felt the first stirring of orgasm, he pulled himself from her, his thumb sliding along the swell of her lower lip. Her moist breath swirled over his hand as her tongue lashed him.

Leisurely, he unfastened his jeans and slid them down his legs, stepping out of them and his shoes with one deft movement. As he crawled into June’s side of the bed, he pulled off his shirt, the skin of his chest prickling in the sudden chill. June watched him from her chair, head hanging forward, eyes shadowed.

His naked body sprawled on her sheets, the scent of her oozing over his flesh as his hand slid down his stomach, fastened around his cock, began to pump slowly, steadily.

She stood, walked over to him, and stood beside the edge of the bed, arm resting on the top of the dresser. Her cool eyes followed the easy motion of his hand, slowly trailed up his body. He knew how he must Ağrı Escort Bayan look to her, a rude obscenity sprawled in the bed where she lay at night, internet-spawned wetness drying between her thighs as her husband slept ignorant beside her. He clenched his ass at the surge of electricity that shot through him, the voyeur unmasked and spitted on his quarry’s gaze.

Nonchalantly, as though she were about to crawl into bed for the evening, June shed her clothing onto the pile of laundry on the floor. Her breasts were large and swayed over her ribs while a pale bulge of belly quivered as her feet shook free of shoes. A thatch of brownish-blond hair covered her pussy — the unshaven sight quickening his hand along his shaft.

She spoke then, the first words since transformation.

“Stop playing with yourself, Victor. You aren’t allowed to cum yet.” Her face was hard, eyes cold as the outside wind. “I want you hard.”

His hand fell onto his hip, cock pawing the air.

She rummaged in the nightstand beside the bed. Knowing but not believing what she was about to do, he held his breath. All the adolescent perversions and warpings of sex had driven him towards this special need, this inexplicable craving. He couldn’t explain it, merely squirm beneath it, luxuriate in his need.

With a crinkle of cellophane, she shook a Marlboro from a pack that she tossed casually back onto the nightstand. With practiced ease, she lit the cigarette. The fresh bite of tobacco drifted over him as she drew heavily, tapered fingers holding the cigarette between her lips. As white smoke tendrilled from her nostrils, he eased onto his elbows in the bed, needing to see clearer now, to feast on the proffered fetish.

Slipping the yellow-filtered cigarette from her lips, she plumed smoke into his face.

As he squinted into the exhalation, his fist found his cock, pumping savagely. June’s hand shot out and knocked his hand aside. She sat on the edge of the bed, cool hip touching the outside of his thigh. Dangling the cigarette between her lips, she stretched her left hand over his abdomen, blocking access to his aching member. Her right hand slipped between her legs. As she drew again, cigarette pursed between her lips, she rubbed her wet fingers over his lips.

He sucked her digits into his mouth, tasting alkaline moisture, fellating her fingers as she drew and exhaled, cigarette rising and falling with every cycle of breath.

From the door, after a chain of footsteps that neither of them noticed, “We gotta go, Mom. The doctor’s office is going to close.”

June stiffened, cigarette clamped between her ivory teeth. Victor reached his arm out and speared his fingers inside of her, found her dripping with arousal, his wedged fingers slipping easily into her, knuckles burrowing into the furry mound between her thighs. With a sharp intake of breath, she pivoted her head, swept her gaze onto him, found his eyes. A slow, wicked smile curled around the Marlboro.

She reached up her right hand and plucked the cigarette from her lips as her left settled around his cock, squeezing the shaft until his head turned a delirious purple.

“I have to take a shower, honey.” She licked her lips, arched her back as Victor curled her fingers inside of her, massaged the wrinkles of flesh along the canal of her cunt. “I’ll be done soon, and then we’ll go. Okay?”

Confused silence from the other side of the door.

“But it’s already 4:30. It’s going to be too late.”

June swiveled her hips, her vaginal muscles clenching over his fingers. Victor lay in the bed, sinking into the mattress as he watched her deal with her son, cigarette and cock in hand.

“I’ve got to take a shower, Kevin. Just wait until I get out.” Her voice held the whipcrack of their earlier conversation, and Victor felt the mother mask slipping back onto her face. He rubbed his thumb up the juncture of her lips, tapping her swollen clit. June tipped her head back, reached her right hand down and clasped his wrist in hers, pushing him deeper.

The sight of the lit cigarette between her fingers, the filter pressing into the skin of his wrist, smoke spiraling upward, sent Victor’s cock throbbing, hips spasming against her fist in the need to fuck her hand, pursue this ecstatic moment into orgasm. June loosened her fingers, permitted his cock to slip up and down to the frenzy of his motion.

The bed creaked and groaned.

“I’ll just have Dad take me when he gets home.” The boy’s voice was sullen. “Never mind.”

His footsteps faded from the door, back towards the front room and the unglimpsed laptop, towards the front door that would, according to the son, admit the father in time to make the doctor’s office.

The first trickle of real fear pooled in Victor’s abdomen, stilling his upward thrusts.

If June felt fear, it didn’t show. As his thrusts stopped, she let his cock slip free, then stood. She walked calmly around the bed, side-shuffling between mattress and desk, then disappeared into the attached bathroom. Victor lay Escort Ağrı on the bed, consciousness splitting as one ear listened to the door to the hallway, the other to the hidden bathroom.

He heard a shower sputter and stream, filling the air with a damp white noise. He closed his eyes, listening to the gurgle of the drain, the spitting of misaligned water nozzles. Slipping into a voyeuristic dream, he imagined June’s morning body plunged beneath it, skin still lined from the night’s twisted sheets. He wriggled his toes in the sheets pooled at the foot of the bed, turned his head to inhale the scent of the bunched pillow.

But then June was standing beside him, pubis glistening near his head. Somewhere between bathroom and bedside, she had returned the cigarette between her lips. She dragged deeply, cheeks hollowing, then set the half-burned butt into an ashtray. Leaning over quickly, hungrily, she curled her fingers into his short hair and tilted his head back, sealed her lips over his.

He groaned into her as smoke flooded into his mouth, slipped down his throat. The unfamiliar rush of nicotine shot along his veins, sparked into his consciousness. His throat burned as his lust blazed.

The flame of fetish evaporated the fear from his guts.

June straightened, fingers still twined in his hair, then fisted his face against her. Thick, wiry hair scratched over his face. The smell of her, thick and earthy, filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth to take her clit between his lips, and transferred smoke slipped up past his eyes, gauzing her in an ecstatic gray film.

Her clit was between his lips, her pubis spread over his face. He ate at her like an animal, tongue and fingers and lips slipping over and into her. Awareness of his own erection faded, became a dull ache as his consciousness was swallowed by the cunt against his face.

Time dilated against her, and he pressed his face forward hard enough that his neck burned, his tongue numbed. Humidity spilled from the shower and into the room, lending a sodden weight to the odor of their frenzy. He smelled the bitter waft of ashes as her cigarette burned untended in the ashtray, but still maintained his labor, wanting to feel her orgasm sweep out from beneath his lips, feel her hips slip loose as she shook apart.

The bulk of her body moved against him, spilling him back onto the bed. June’s right leg pushed his head deep into the mattress as she swung on top of him, her pussy hovering over his face as she faced his feet. Heavy breasts spilled over his thighs, mounded there.

“You don’t get to fuck me,” she whispered. “I’m sick to death of getting fucked in this bed. You want to play this game, you play by my rules.

“Eat me.”

He shivered and raised his head, lapped at her by way of reply.

And her mouth closed over him.

He thrust upward, felt her accept his length. She worked into a rhythm, elbows planted against the bed, one arm snaked beneath his thigh. Her hand tugged at his scrotum, rolling testicles between finger and thumb. His hips sagged back against the mattress, prone beneath her expertise.

His mouth brushed her vulva. At this reversed angle, her cunt gaped above him, inviting his tongue. He plunged deep, stabbing into her. A part of his mind tripped over the image of her husband’s cum dried inside of her, liquefied now by lust and saliva. He shook his head clear of the phantom, though a barely acknowledged part of his mind tucked the image into the backwater of his frenzy, a homoerotic spicing.

How long they labored, gulping and licking, he didn’t know. It seemed only a moment, but also seemed without beginning, that she had always sucked, that he had always lapped.

Heavy footsteps.

Victor’s tongue slipped from her cunt and his head fell to the pillow, turned to look at the door, stare at the knob the instant before it rattled in a furious semi-circle.

“June!” A father’s voice. A husband’s voice. “What the hell are you doing in there.”

June still had Victor’s cock between her lips. Her hips heaved downward, ground her bush into the side of his face, dampening his hair, muffling his ear.

The door rattled again.

“Goddammit. Get out of the fucking shower.” The door shook as though kicked. Victor held his breath, frozen into a rictus of celibacy. June’s hips squirmed insistently, pressed him deeper into the mattress, her teeth scoring the base of his shaft. Thrusting upward in pain, he reached up and clawed his fingers into the cheeks of her ass. As he shot upward, he heard her gag as the head of his cock pressed beyond her epiglottis.

“What?” insanely, from the other side of the door.

Something swept over Victor then. The fear didn’t diminish, rather heightened, but the terror of discovery — his play act rendered real, his dalliance with danger pinned now beneath June’s cuckolding passion — began to fuel his lust, spiraled it upward on a bonfire of destruction.

He hammered upward. Her elbows locked against the underside of his thighs, sealing her face against him as he fucked her mouth, as she rode him like a bucking bull. Her cunt, smeared with saliva and oily arousal, basted his mouth. As his fingers spread her labia wide, she ground her pelvis against him, the dense hair of her mound catching between his teeth.

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Dr. Greg Clark had kept himself busy the past week and a half. Very busy. Since the shower and Mallory and…the confusion, he found that free time meant time thinking about it. About her lips, about her tongue, about how it felt when he thought it was his wife, Gina, and how it felt when he it knew it was Mallory. He didn’t like the thoughts. Actually, he did like them. A lot. And he didn’t like that. So he stayed busy. It was not a perfect system, but it worked.

At this moment, he was busy rearranging the recipe cards and cookbooks. It wasn’t fun or glamorous, but then, that wasn’t the point.

The front door opened with a low squeak and Greg looked up, expecting to see his wife coming with their two kids, Shelly and Martin. Instead, it was Mallory. Her hair was up in a French braid, her skin smooth and lightly tanned. She wore a cream tank top that clung to her upper body, making it clear how firm her stomach was and how perky her breasts were. She had paired it with a sexy, but understated black pleated skirt cut just above the knee. His eyes continued down her thin, shapely legs to a pair of black high heeled shoes that added at least four inches to her stature. Greg stared. He knew he was staring. He knew he shouldn’t. And yet, he stared. She noticed him, smiled, and held his gaze.

Aware that this had gone on too long, the doctor forced himself to work his jaws.

“Umm,” he squeaked, “Hey Mallory. I, uh I don’t think we need you today.”

“Oh, no. I’m not here to babysit,” she paused, smirked at him, and cocked her hips to the left, letting him sweat it out before continuing, “Gina lets me hang her sometimes between classes.”

“Oh, alright then,” he mumbled, gathering up his little project. Mallory’s very presence made the thoughts hard to shake and introduced new ones that were perhaps better described as fantasies. He made the decision to get away from her as soon as possible.

As he stood to leave the kitchen, she spoke to him, forcing him to stay lest he be rude.

“It’s weird that you are home though. Aren’t you usually at the office this time of day?” She asked this casually while sitting on the coach in the living room, not even looking at him as she searched the cushions for the remote. Greg felt himself relax a bit. She was obviously disinterested in him now. Maybe the shower encounter was like a sorority initiation thing or something. He still felt like a dirty older man, but at least she wasn’t interested in a sequel.

“Usually, yeah. Twice a year though, I close the office to move old files to storage and destroy even older files. Today was one of those days and I finished quick. So I let myself go early.”

“Benefits of being your own big boss, huh?”

“One of several, yes.”

“So is it still cool if I stay here then?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.”

“Good because I need the break. Public speaking always takes it out of me.”

“Oh, you had to make a presentation or something today? Is that why you are dressed so nice?”

“You think I’m dressed nice?” Mallory asked in return, eyebrow arches for a split second. She let the question hang in the air a few moments before rescuing the doc from having to respond. “Yeah, it was for my English class. We had to read a piece we wrote to the class.”

“You think you did well?” Greg inquired, still blushing from her calling him on saying she was well-dressed.

“I think I did. I just took that age old advice about calming the nerves and didn’t wear panties,” she casually responded.

“Heh,” he choked in shock, “You are funny. You are supposed to imagine the audience Ağrı Escort in their underwear, not take yours off.”

“Oops,” she giggled at an empty room as Greg was already scurrying to the master bedroom.

Joking or not, talk of Mallory not wearing panties under her pretty little skirt had gotten his mind racing. He felt much safer away in his room, away from her, if that was going to happen. It might not stop him from imagining her sliding out of that skirt in front of him, but at least he wouldn’t be tempted to do something stupid.

“You know what I find funny?” Mallory declared as she pushed the door open and entered the bedroom. She had a gleam in her eye that froze Greg in place.

“Umm…” was all he could utter in response.

“I find it funny that a nice guy, a gentleman by all accounts, facefucks a younger woman, fills her mouth with his load, and never even brings it up to her for like 10 days after. I find that very funny.”

She said all of this in a teasing matter-of-fact tone as she strode further into the room, growing closer to the paralyzed Greg.

“Well…” he began, trying to think of what to say, “I…I guess I just…didn’t know how to bring it up. But you are right. I should have said something. So will you accept my belated apology?”

“Oh, baby…no I won’t.” Her taunting tone had grown stronger and she circled around Greg dragged her fingers across his shoulders and the back of her neck as she did so. “Don’t be that guy. Don’t apologize to a girl for giving her something she liked.”

“I…I, well,” he blundered.

“Especially when she knows that you,” she cut him off, now standing in front of him, dragging her index finger down the center of his chest. She stood up on her tiptoes, pushing her chest into his and continued, whispering in his ear, “fucking loved it.” Her tongue darted out at the end of the statement, licking the bottom of his lobe, causing him to exhale sharply.

“Shh,” she instructed him, pressing a finger to his lips as he parted them to respond. “Don’t even bother denying it. I could tell. You were…appreciative. Not just to have a hot teenage mouth wrapped around your dick, although you certainly did like that. But just to have that kind of attention. I could tell it had been awhile. And, I could tell that it was not just about a quick cum for you. You were certainly enjoying the journey as much as the arrival.”

All Greg could think to say was “I didn’t even know it was you.”

“Until you did,” she shot back, “And then you got even harder. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

By now, Mallory was standing in front of, so close their bodies just about touching but not quite, her arms lazily crossed behind his head. Greg had made no moves to get away from her since she entered the room, he was utterly rooted, utterly transfixed.

“You want to know a secret, Dr. Clark?” she asked in a way that told him that she already knew he did. He felt himself nod in response. It felt like someone else was in control of his body which, he supposed, was not that inaccurate.

“Well,” she stage whispered, taking his hand and moving it down her body as she spoke, “I wasn’t lying about not wearing panties.” As she concluded, she forced his hand up her skirt against her pussy. He could tell it was bare, feeling impossibly smooth in his palm and on his fingertips. Briefly, he wondered how she could make it so smooth.

Then, he noticed she was wet, too. So very wet. All those earlier thoughts were chased right away. He felt lightheaded. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a photo of his wife Ağrı Escort Bayan on the dresser and found himself stunned that rather than diminish his desire for this 19 year old temptress, it increased it. There was guilt, to be certain, but it also turned him on to be doing to this in the room her and Gina shared.

“And maybe you are right, maybe I should imagine the audience in their underwear,” she muttered, eyes locked on his, “But not wearing panties works for me. It makes me feel powerful. How does me not wearing panties make you feel?”

Greg could think of nothing to say that could dissipate this situation’s momentum so he simply stood silent. After a moment, Mallory took it upon herself to answer her own question, sliding her hand into Greg’s underwear.

“Ooo, so it makes you hard, does it, Doctor Clark? My wet, bald, teen pussy makes your married cock hard?”

Greg made one last ditch attempt to defused want increasingly felt inevitable. “You are right…I’m married. I shouldn’t be doing anything like this.”

The effort failed.

“You are right,” she affirmed, “You shouldn’t be doing this. You should be faithful to your lovely wife. You shouldn’t let me jerk you off onto my thigh while you fingerbang me. Which is exactly why that’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it?”

Again, he could think of nothing to say that would not make things worse (or, perhaps, better) and so he stayed silent. Mallory began to stroke him in earnest and asked again, “That’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it, Doctor Clark?”

For some reason, her constant use of “Doctor Clark” got to him even more than her very talented handjob was. The combination of the two undeniably cracked him and found himself confessing in a strained yet triumphant sounding whisper, “Oh god, yes.”

Mallory moaned in return, smiling wildly. She slowly, deliberately lifted her right leg up, first thrusting her knee as high as she could, then extending the leg out from there, placing her calf and shoe on his bed. She willed his eyes to look up the length of the leg and teasingly hiked her skirt up, exposing most of her right thigh. Then she went to work on him, undoing his belt, dropping his pants and rolling down his boxer briefs to let more of his cock reach for freedom.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned again approvingly, “very nice.”

She stroked him slowly, staring at her hand around him, almost as if studying. She absentmindedly let her mouth open ever so slightly and let her tongue slide across her upper lip. She muttered to no one in particular, with a sort of reverence, “Makes my hand look so small.”

After a moment, she readjusted her focus once again and met Greg’s eyes.

“Now coat my thigh while you make me cum,” she ordered. The doctor’s mind finally, completely, and totally shut down and he did as he was told, dipping his fingers inside her, coating them in her desire then dragging them out once more and gently, but insistently, massaging her clit. Mallory, meanwhile, maintained her position, leg splayed out, thigh deliciously on display, hand working Greg’s shaft with seeming ease. And she talked to him, maintaining a tone somehow flirty, mocking, accusatory, and conquering all at once.

“Mmm, I bet you wish I’d hike up my skirt just a little more, show you everything. Show you how smooth my pussy not only feels but looks. And I want to. Yeah, I do. So fucking bad. And I will. But not today. Because you didn’t even thank me for sucking your cock. So maybe when you get back into my good graces…maybe then…” Mallory trailed off, teasingly.

Moments later Escort Ağrı it was, “I knew you’d love my legs. Especially with the heels, hmm? Yeah, I thought so. Gina doesn’t wear heels, does she? Not even to bed for you, huh? I know because I looked through your closets one night after the kids went to sleep. No stilettos, no wedges, no platforms, no sexy boots. It’s almost like she wanted you to let a teenage girl make you cum in your bedroom in the middle of the day.”

And later still, “Oh fuck. You are so hard. God…I am going to love fucking you. And you know we are going to fuck, don’t you? Don’t pretend like this sort of thing isn’t going to happen all the time. I am so in love with your dick and you…you are hooked, I can tell. I am going to make sure you get everything Gina has been too selfish to offer you whenever you want it wherever you want—”

Before she could finish that thought, though, she suddenly gasped in a huge gulp of air. She swayed, clutching Greg’s shoulder to stay upright, eyes rolling skyward. The gasp was punctuated by a shouted, “Oh shit!”

Fearing he had hurt her in some way, he began to draw his hand back from underneath her skirt and help her. She clutched his wrist and hissed, “Don’t you dare! Don’t stop.”

Her own handwork became erratic and a light sweat covered her body. She moaned without performance, her eyes taking on a fixed glazed quality. When Greg attempted to alter his rhythm, she admonished him through gritted teeth, “No! I can feel your wedding ring on my clit and I neeeeed it. So bad! Keep it right on there!”

And so he did. And so she came, first with a series of quiet gasps and then increasingly louder and more vulgar, culminating in a tirade:

“Is this the ring you promised forever to Gina with?”

Greg could barely whisper, “Yes.”

“The ring on my clit right now?”

“…yes.”

“The ring covered in my cum as you get me off again and again.”

“I…yes. Yes it is.”

“God. I love it. It feeeels so goooooood. You love violating your vows, don’t you?”

“That’s not—”

“Love using that sacred symbol to make some teen slut cum while your wife is at work and your kids are at school and daycare?”

“Stop…stop say—”

“It’s okay, Doc. Fuck, it’s so much more than okay. I love it too! And it will be our secret. Our. Little. Dirty. Secret. YES!”

Mallory came again then, bodily visible convulsing. Every part of her looked tightened, taut, as if straining towards the ecstasy. Chasing it. Her hand tightened on his cock, jerking him roughly, mindlessly. It was all too much for Greg and he quickly let himself go too, groaning as cords of pearl liquid jetted out of him onto Mallory’s extended thigh.

She gasped and giggled simultaneously. As her eyes opened once more they seemed fiery, like an athlete upon donning their gold medal.

“You are going to be so much fun,” she informed Greg as she released him and let him fall backwards onto his bed. His head was simultaneously gauzy and cleared…it reminded him of how he felt in college after a night of drinking, that sense of elation and being utterly spent clashing at once.

Mallory straddled his chest, and grabbed his left hand, lifting it to her lips. She licked and sucked each of his digits clean, sighing, “Can’t let the wife catch you with wet fingers, can we?”

As he propped his head up to watch her, she revisited his ring finger and lewdly wrapped her tongue around his wedding band. She moaned in delight, “I taste even better off gold!”

Then, gracefully, she dismounted him and came to rest standing next to the bed. As she smoothed out her skirt and began to leave the room she glanced over her shoulder and pronounced, “Now don’t keep me waiting for a thank you again. I can’t imagine how I’ll punish you if you do.”

And she was gone. But not for long.

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One

More often than not, people call me “a prick, or the prick, or just, “you fucking prick.” After you read this you’ll see why.

I tend to ramble, so every once in a while you may have to give me a goose, and I’ll get back on point, okay?

My name is Jack, I’m thirty-four years old, and currently celebrating my second divorce. It’s been exactly three months now since Fellah and I called it quits. The um, celebration is going on in her apartment, yeah, that’s right, the bitch can’t get enough of me and my meat.

Nah, that’s not quite right. It ain’t only my dick she misses, there’s my mouth, and oh, my hands. Fellah loves my hands… and the toys they sometimes hold.

I picked her up at a mall when she was nineteen, and thought she knew it all. What a laugh, she didn’t know shit; but she was a good-looking brunette with a high ass that most guys would die for. She couldn’t have been over five feet tall, maybe ninety-five pounds soaking wet. Her hair was cut short, with a spiky effect that was stunning because of her beautiful heart shaped face with full, pouty lips, and dark green eyes. If she wore makeup it was unnoticeable other than her lipstick. Her tight shirt framed surprisingly full breasts; at least 34C, and didn’t cover much of her flat stomach, and none of her tiny waist. The black miniskirt sat low on her hips; hips that flared just enough to make her waist seem that much smaller, her perfectly shaped thighs leading the eye down to dainty, sandaled feet.

I had ten years on her, and when she returned my smile, I knew I had her. We chatted a while, with me asking question after question about her. She opened up to me, unaware of all the extra information she was supplying for me to use on her.

I persuaded her to join me for drinks at the TGIF’s located at the end of the mall, close to where I’d parked my car. She didn’t make a big deal of not being 21, just said, “I’d better order a coke.” She was surprised when I went from our table directly to the bar, and came back with two rum and cokes. Then I ordered hamburgers which neither of us wanted, just to placate the server.

We sat at the table taking. First meetings can be filled with awkward silences, and if there had been any, it wouldn’t have been unexpected. But there were none. Conversation flowed smoothly, with one story, quip, and anecdote leading into another. I had her laughing to the point of aching cheeks. I complimented her, and told her how pretty she looked and made her blush. The attraction was growing. I could see she was flushed and giddy. There was a sparkle in her eyes.

Fellah told me she thought I was cool. I told her for the second time that she was beautiful. It was exactly what she wanted to hear. The moment she finished her rum and coke, I kissed her lightly on the mouth.

Of course she protested; but not to hard, saying she really should get to know me first, and blah, blah, blah.

“Wasn’t it a good kiss?” I said, putting genuine concern into my words.

“Yes… it was,” she conceded. “But I don’t know you, and….”

I cut her off by kissing her again. Then got up and went to the bar and refreshed our drinks.

When I returned to the table, she was silent, but picked up her drink and took a generous sip, while I stared her down.

“How was it?” I said.

“Well, I’m not used to drinking, but it seemed okay.”

“I was talking about the kiss.”

“Oh…”

“How was it?”

“It was… nice.” Her voice was quiet and subdued.

I moved closer to her; put my arm around her shoulder. Her eyes were wider, seeming to devour me.

“Then you’ll like the next one even more.”

This time I detected her moving toward me, just a fractional move, to be sure, but it was toward me and not away. I forced her mouth to open by battering it with my tongue, and afterward, Fellah confessed I had made her feel weak and highly aroused at the same time.

Her arms were around my neck for the next kiss and it was evident that she was both aroused and uncaring about who might see us kissing. Fellah even began chasing my tongue back into my mouth. I was squeezing her upper thigh with my hand under the table, when I heard them next to us.

“Ahem!”

There were two of them, a guy and a girl, both in their late teens and I had never laid eyes on either of them, so I guessed they were friends, or acquaintances of Fellah.

“Oh, hi guys…” Fellah said, trying to cover her obvious embarrassment at them finding her making out with me.

“Mind if we join you?” the guy asked pleasantly enough. “Names, Gordon,” he said offering his hand, which I shook.

“Sure,” I said, and as they sat down with us, Fellah made the introductions.

“Jack, this is Mimi, Mimi, Jack. And Gordon, this is Jack, Jack, meet Gordon.”

“Hi, how are you?” I said as pleasantly as I could manage.

Mimi said, “You two seem to be enjoying yourselves.”

“Well, they serve a good drink here,” I said.

“But Fellah’s not twenty-one…” Mimi Afyon Escort gasped.

“She won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Can we get served?” she shot back.

“Let’s see,” I responded, and asked if they’d like rum and cokes. I was damned if I’d risk ordering some fancy drink and get us all carded.

“That’d be fine,” Gordon said. “But let me pay for this round.”

I took his money and brought two more rum and cokes to the table, then sat back and waited for them to initiate the conversation.

Mimi was a bubbly brunette, one year older than Fellah, but she was a close friend of Fellah’s. It seems Gordon was a new boy toy, and Fellah ached to know more about him, but since I was present, she forced herself to be quiet in that regard.

It’s possible she was thinking about stealing him away from Mimi; or more likely she just wanted to find out how serious Mimi was about him. Me? I couldn’t have cared less.

But Mimi wanted to know about me. And since Fellah knew next to nothing, but didn’t want Mimi knowing it, she babbled about everything and nothing. To amuse myself she ran on, I let my hand find Fellah’s knee under the table. There was about a three second interval before she reacted with a surprised gasp. I gave her the same look that Gordon and Mimi did, and watched as she pretended to have choked on her drink.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I swallowed wrong.”

“Oh, I do that all the time,” Mimi said.

Gordon quickly agreed, saying he did it all the time too.

Meanwhile my hand kept moving up her thigh. Fellah found herself trapped by her big mouth. She couldn’t very well reach down and remove my hand because all eyes were on her. So she let me go on, just giving me a fleeting glance, hoping that would cause me to stop.

Not hardly. I chose to take the tack that she approved of my hand and the thrills it was providing as it moved into forbidden territory.Had she ever had her pussy rubbed by a guy?I wondered, and then answered my own question.Probably. Doesn’t every family have an Uncle Phil, or someone like him?

Gordon picked that moment to start a story about his prowess as a rower in college. I used it to take advantage of Fellah’s predicament and lightly ran my fingers over her panty covered mound.

I quickly learned that she had an abundance of pubic hair.

I saw the flush rise up from her neck to her brow; felt her hand cover my wrist, trying to halt my advances.

And, when Mimi inquired, “Isn’t that wonderful, Fellah? He’s a rower!” Fellah had no choice but to reply, while I wormed a finger under the edge of her panties, paused so that she had a moment to take a breath, and then slid the length of her outer labia, feeling the dampness level increasing as my finger rode north.

Fellah clenched her thighs together, obviously hoping to preclude my venturing any further, or deeper. I had expected resistance long before this; and simply marked time by joining a second finger to the first, and moving them in a pattern designed to add to her growing stimulation.

She surprised me by diverting everyone’s attention from her by pointing to a picture over the bar and asking if anyone knew the artist. Even I looked, and didn’t resist when her hand seized mine and forcibly removed it from her pussy.

It was a short-lived victory, however, for a minute later, my hand was back, and now Fellah had to contend with the fact that she was somewhat aroused, and my fingers knew where they were going.

After the briefest of hidden struggles, she succumbed and parted her legs, while at the same time giving me a beseeching look that said, ‘Please, don’t embarrass me in front of my friends.’

Not surprisingly, Fellah was having trouble following the conversation, which led Mimi to ask solicitously, “Are you okay?”

“Oh… I’m fine, thanks,” Fellah replied, “Just thinking about what I’ll be doing this weekend.”

“Why you’ll be with me,” I said, throwing her a curve ball she didn’t have a chance of hitting.

Mimi, actually beamed at me, “That’s wonderful!” and then silently exchanged a knowing glance with Gordon.

That told me he was fucking her. There would be no interference on their part on behalf of Fellah.

Fellah didn’t pick up on it as she was already distracted by my fingers, of which four were under her panty line and approaching her cunt at warp speed. Or so I thought at the time.

I sent a finger inside her. Fellah’s gasp was lost in the noise of chair legs on the wooden floor as Mimi and Gordon got up and began to say their goodbyes.

I was more than pleased with Gordon, when he said, “Oh, don’t get up on our account. Enjoy yourselves. We’ll see you both again.”

Mimi added, “And soon I hope.”

Then they were gone. Fellah looked a little strange as they left. For one, she was flushed and bright-eyed, as though she were getting sick. Her instinctive clenching of her thighs did nothing but trap my hand against her secret garden. And my finger found a little Afyon Escort Bayan room to move deeper into her with devastating effect.

We were now alone, and Fellah had the succumbed to the quiet moans and whimpers that her body was telling her it was so necessary to make; as though they were some safety-value which prevented a dangerous build-up of pleasure which would otherwise drive her insane. The moans didn’t travel any distance from our table. The bar’s normal conversation and movement muffled her sounds.

“Isn’t having my finger diddle you, better than your own? I asked genially.

“You… you bastard!” she spit out.

“My, my… is that any way to talk to someone who has made you so wet you’ll be leaving a dark spot on the chair you’re sitting in?”

Fellah was shocked to hear me put her excitement in that perspective; and tried to shift her rump to prevent leaving any “spot.”

“Stop it!” she said, her voice a soft whine.

“Stop what?” I asked casually.

“You know what. You… you’ve taken advantage of me!” she said accusingly, but there was only a half-hearted reproach in her voice.

“No,” I said. “When I fuck you in the alley outside I’ll be taking advantage of you. This…” I said, moving my finger almost violently in and out of her sodden cunt, “… you could have stopped anytime. But you liked it. In fact you enjoyed the hell out of it. It allowed you to show me off to your girlfriend. It allowed you to one up her. Gordon’s fucking her. You know that don’t you?”

That last brought Fellah up short. She hadn’t expected me to attack. She’d been relying on the tactics she used all her life to fend off over-eager boyfriends, and it wasn’t working. My finger was still fucking her, and she couldn’t very well halt it without bringing unwanted attention to our table.

“Finish your drink and I’ll make you cum. It’s a good deal, believe me.”

Fellah’ hand released my wrist. “I… I…” she was groping for words and couldn’t find them. I had two fingers working her cunt and my thumb was caressing her clit. She moaned with pleasure, said, “You shouldn’t… be doing this.”

“Let’s not fight,” I said as I kissed her and felt her respond. I sent my tongue into her mouth, she all but pounced on it; and my free hand closed upon the breast hidden from view of those at the bar. I realized they could see us kissing, and that possibly one or two might discern my hand under the table and guess what was going on there. But what did I care?

When the kiss ended she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out since my fingers were strumming over her engorged clit. And then, I felt it – a hot gush of pussy juice exploded from her, splattering across the floor beneath the table.

I looked at Fellah; her eyes had rolled back in her head.

“Oh fuck… fuck!” she panted, and I brought my hand up to her mouth so she might taste herself on my fingers.

It was obvious that to Fellah, sex had never been like this. Sure she had coped with half-hearted groping by a high school boyfriend, or a co-worker somewhere along the line, but this… nothing had ever come close to matching publicly induced orgasm.

Finally, Fellah’s orgasm faded, and she reluctantly dragged the hem of her skirt back down her thighs. Her shoulders heaved as she sucked in deep, cool breaths, feeling the hot prickles of sweat all over her body.

She looked up to find my hand on her wrist; the same hand that had been jabbing away at her a minute earlier.

Fellah blushed fiercely. “What… what happens now?”

“Now?” I gave her my best Jack Nicholson grin, “Now, the fun really begins.”

*****

“Tell me the truth Fellah, are you a virgin?”

“What? How dare you ask…?”

“Are you, or are you not?” I allowed my voice to fill with sarcasm, for I already knew the answer. She wasn’t, hadn’t been for several years.

“I…” She was about to lie, but decided against it.Good girl, I thought.

“No… I’m not.”

“You’re not what? A slut? A whore? A fuckin’ teasing…”

“I’m not a fucking virgin! There, are you satisfied?”

“You’re the one got jacked off a minute ago. I satisfied you. You have yet to satisfy me.”

“You… you’re crazy!”

“I doubt that,” I said and Nicholsoned her again. “Now, let’s see those tits.”

Her nipples were popping out against the tight material of her shirt, which seemed more a halter than a shirt, although I’m sure that technically it was a shirt.

“Open a couple buttons, come on, do it!”

“No!” But her hand was already at the top one, fluttering indecisively in the air as though receiving contradicting orders from her brain.

“Go on, no one’s paying any attention to us.”

Fellah turned her head slightly, gave a furtive look over at the men sitting at the bar. It was true; none of them were looking our way.

Her finger touched the button and paused.

“Hurry it up; I’ve got things to do!’ I snarled.

“Then what?” she muttered, Escort Afyon already opening the top button.

“Then I play with them, the fuck you think I’m gonna do?”

“Why are you so nasty?”

“Why are you such a cunt?” I shot back.

“What did you call me?”

“You heard me clear enough.”

“What did you call me?”

I called you what you are. You… are… a… cunt. Is that explicit enough?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. But her finger was on the second button. Two to go.

Sniffling, she stuttered, “Uh… uh… I… I’m not… that.”

“The button, cunt, open it up.”

She opened two buttons in succession and stopped. I didn’t care, I could get at her tits easily enough now, and did, shoving her bra up toward her neck and freeing her twins. I pulled the left one from her shirt by yanking on her nipple.

I wasn’t surprised when she moaned.

My hands were rough, not smooth, and the texture of my fingertips on her breast was a new sensation for her. I grinned when her hand dropped to her lap, not caring if it were voluntary or involuntary.

“Feed me your breast,” I said, matter-of-factly.

Fellah automatically lifted the hand from her cunt and hefted her breast to my waiting lips.

“No, leave that hand where it was!”

“I… what?”

“It was on or in your cunt. Put it back there. Use the other hand to hold the tit.”

It was like watching a slow-motion movie. She let go of her tit, dropped the hand to her lap, only this time I saw it disappear under her mini-skirt and delve between her legs. The other hand dutifully raised the breast to my face and I clamped my teeth down on the very turgid nipple and gave suck.

Fellah’s face and neck were deep red. I sucked for almost a minute before pinching the other nipple. She shuddered, I knew she was nearly there… couldn’t stop now if her parents had come in and sat down next to us.

My hand went to her lap, found her busy little fingers and squeezed. Her hips bucked upward in a most un-lady-like way as she sought the pressure I was denying her; the pressure to bring her over the top.

The look in her eyes told me she wanted me dead. But she didn’t say a word at first. She made her eyes plead her case. It’s a marvelous thing what a woman is capable of saying with her eyes. It’s incredible what emotion they can convey with them.

But I didn’t give a shit, and she recognized that soon enough, she simply tried a different tact, and said, “Please?”

“Please? Please what?” I asked.

“Please?” she said again, only this time she spread her legs as far as the tight mini skirt would permit. It wasn’t far, but I got the point.

“Look, Fellah, tell me what it is you want from me?”

“Touch me!”

“Touch you where?”

“On my clit!”

“Hike your skirt up.”

“I can’t do that. People will see me!”

“I doubt it.”

Fellah looked around,would anyone see her?

Two men were leaving the bar, leaving one talking to the bartender.

Dare she risk it? What if they saw? They probably wouldn’t, and it was a very sexy idea.

I sensed that she would do it. The element of danger was an aphrodisiac.

“Don’t look,” she whispered, as if we were conspiring together. Our eyes locked and peripherally I saw her hike her skirt up and hook her fingers into the elastic at the top of her panties.

Fellah glanced around, grew more confident, probably felt as naughty as she’d ever felt, as she pulled them down and off her feet.

“The vinyl is so cool… I wouldn’t have…”

“I can smell your cunt juice,” I said, and she almost panicked.

“Only we can smell you,” I said to reassure her others couldn’t.

I went for her clit, and in little over a minute Fellah came hard.

We left the place, and looking over my shoulder as we pushed through the door, I saw her panties lying on the floor under the table we’d just vacated.

We would be remembered.

Three doors down there was an alleyway. I steered Fellah into it and kissed her hard.

She would later try to describe the moment. “I… I was simply overwhelmed by you. By your touch, by the way you took command. And your smell… mingled with that of my own arousal… I completely blocked out the fact that passers-by could glance in the alley and see me humping away at you without another care in the world. I had never dreamed of being so… so promiscuous.”

Still wrapped in the kiss, Fellah leaped from the floor, wrapped her legs around my waist. I caught her ass in my hands and held her tightly against me. Her skirt slid up over her thighs, revealing the matted hair covering the top of her cunt. I made sure my thigh was wedged tightly against her crotch.

Fellah began to hump my leg, slowly at first, but when I took a nipple between my teeth she went into high gear. I spun her around; her legs securely locked around my waist, and backed her against a wall covered with grime and graffiti.

I slid my tongue back into her mouth, and a moment later I had my middle finger going into her asshole.

I realized several people were staring in at us from the alley’s entrance. Fellah either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. If it was the later, she was further advanced on the road to becoming my slut.

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“Yes, Big Daddy, I think that is a wonderful idea. Does anyone need a new drink?” Stephanie turned her head to Reggie, then deliberately eyeballs his too-full beer, then down to her healthy, perfect breasts, then back to lock onto his eyes.

Reggie followed her glance to realize the message here was he wasn’t ready to be served yet and that it was in his best interest to be ready. Dwayne, not needing it to be spelled out for him takes his final sip and gestures the empty bottle nod. “Yes, Stephanie, I would love another. Thanks.”

Still looking over to Reggie, she replies, “Of course Dwayne, no problem.” Being sure the short man sees her look down to the bulge in his pants. “Don’t move a muscle sexy, I’ll be right back with that.”

Reggie picks up his beer and tilts it back, nearly choking to get it down as quick as possible. His surroundings and the poker game a lost afterthought. With a dribble down his chin and a smug look on his face, he brazenly finishes the bottle faster than he had in many years. Holding the bottle as if a trophy he shouts, “Stephanie… beer!”

The group recognizes the rude action and bemoans with amusement in a collective “oooohhhhhh.” Dwayne shakes his head and smiles, not even looking up from his phone. He’s seen this movie before. Stephanie drags her glance away to look over to her Master with a head-tilted silent expression as if to say, ‘did he just?!?’ Big Daddy responds by closing his eyes, nodding in shame and approval.

Shifting her attention back to her prey, she begins sotto voce. “Reggie, sir, while I appreciate you are new to this type of agreement and maybe less than comfortable around an attractive woman, not realizing or caring that it is inappropriate to stare at my tits when I open the door to invite you in, or that you should at least ask permission before you just grope me, or have the balls to think that Big Daddy being my Master grants you privilege, don’t you fucking dare try me. You are seriously mistaken. This night was set up so that I am the boss of how this game finishes and up until now, I’ve been being a good girl putting up with you. We’re all having a good time so from here on, this can go one of two ways. If you treat me with the same respect as each of these awesome gentlemen have, we’re good. If not, I promise you will see a whole different side of me. You will not like it.”

As if she also owns the ability to freeze time, she turns and instantly flips the switch returning to the inner slut persona as she points to Jason’s stunned face. “He’s the one who would like that…” Adding a smidge of baby girl inflection, she pushes out her pouty lip and flashes her eyes, then continues… “You wouwd wike that, wouldn’t you, big boy? What is it? What’s your fweak? Do you wike pain? Weather, whips and chains? Want me to pee on you? Oooohhhh, you want to be a good sub and lick my feet?!? I know I’m close… I have a ball gag and a bullwhip upstairs for the nights that Big Daddy needs to teach me a lesson. Maybe I can show you later, but only if you’re a bad boy…”

Coming out of his stupor to realize he has suddenly found himself in the barrel, Jason’s jaw drops in a shock that can only be equaled by finding out that the auntie you think about when masturbating is really your biological mother. This isn’t one of those figurative moments that is so shocking that someone misuses the phrase. His mouth was literally wide open and cheeks blushed red. One is just not ready to compute being called out like this with something this personal, in front of so many close friends all at once. The emotion in his silent but expressive eyes traveled from confusion, to wide and calculating, to erotic consideration, to embarrassment, to quizzical horror… then seemed to start over at confusion again. His entire face ghost white except for the blue in his eyes, the red in his cheeks and the large dark gaping crevasse where his mouth once worked. His eyes finally break from her to shift randomly around the audience he had all but forgotten existed. Every eye on him with a blank stare looking for more information. Even Dwayne had somehow managed to look up from his phone. Finally, in a bashful admittance of guilt, Jason looks down to his shoes as he did when he crushed on his sixth-grade teacher. Outside of finally releasing the breath he’d been holding, no noise ever left him.

Knowing she hit her mark again Stephanie looks over to her Master, smiles, winks, and blows him a kiss. Ben sheepishly smiles in return.

Henry Johnson admires her overall presence. To only appreciate her beauty would be the same as only appreciating blue in a Dalí painting. There was so much more there, and this woman could only be described as perfect. The way she swaps personas like you were choosing a player-character in a video game could only be described as remarkable.

Having this performance in the nude and in front of an audience without care is equally beautiful in aesthetics and its entertainment value. It is powerful, terrifying, Afyon Escort and erotic. It is all but impossible to picture the perfectly professional woman he has always known and quietly crushed on for the past few years and cannot put the two personas on the same person, for the first time questioning if this is the real her and the office persona is the mask. That professional employee he has known from the office is so far removed from what he is currently witnessing, he can do little but sit in awe at her many talents. He decides at that moment he would do anything it took to win more than just a lap dance tonight… anything.

She unclicks the time-pause and turns back to Reggie. “Now, my little friend, I would like to believe that we finally, fully understand each other and will not have any more problems moving forward. We’re all here to have a good time, right? I didn’t hear you quite clearly before, did you politely ask me for something?”

Feeling like he did in when Ms. Andrews scolded him for playing with his Gameboy in class, he concedes. “Yes, ma’am. Would you please get me another beer? Wait, Bosco, I think I would enjoy something stronger, may I?” Looking down, he nods towards Ben’s crystal rocks glass.

“Of course, Reg. Tonight, what’s mine is yours. Jason, Dwayne?” Ben raises his glass as an offering.

Jason, typically the most conservative of the group realizes now this could be a long night. His intelligence has gotten him out of many tricky situations, tonight he feels a bit outgunned. With cheeks still blushed, “yeah, I could use that.”

“Absolutely. I think I’m ready for something more than beer.” Dwayne can also see this night is far from over. This could be a good time to walk away for a minute to gain perspective and unburden his bladder. There was a lot of information learned he needed to absorb and taking a mini break alone to meditate could keep him out of trouble later. “This game is about to get serious, I thinks. Stephanie, where is the restroom?”

“I will show you.” Stephanie, playing the on-the-ready and ever-steady assistant stands naked and turns to check with her Master before advancing further. “Big Daddy, with your permission, I would like to take a second to clean up before returning with everyone’s drinks.”

“Yes, my pet. Go ahead.” Ben Davis says as the shit eating grin creeps across his face. Reggie’s eyes burn through him in disbelief. Stephanie notices this and leans over to Reggie to whisper in his ear, putting her hand on his upper thigh for leverage.

“I suck his cock every morning at his desk and swallow every drop while he talks to clients. One time, he was on the phone with his mother while he came right down my throat. She called to thank him for a birthday present I sent her.” Squeezing his thigh, moving her hand closer to his tiny cock with every breath. She pulls closer to him so that her soft breasts are resting on his shoulder. Lifting her right leg up to gently rest on his knee, she drags a finger to and through her pussy, rubbing her clit and gathering her juices. “It makes my pussy so wet thinking about his huge cock expanding in my mouth just before he explodes, like some beautiful early warning.” Showing him the wet finger, she rubs it on his lips. He closes his eyes and slightly opens his mouth drawing it in. She allows him to enjoy her before dropping her hand back to his upper thigh, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush his cock en route. “Some days, I’m just starving waiting for him to arrive. The anticipation gets me every time. When he finally does get there and puts me on my knees, my mouth is watering, and my belly is grumbling. He just does business while I pull his fat cock out of his Armani suit and…”

“Pet…” Ben says shortly.

“Yes, Big Daddy.” Stephanie gently gives him a kiss on the cheek as she sighs heavily in his ear. Grabbing his thigh tighter than she expected, she realized she was close to bringing herself to orgasm just thinking about it. Her hand was close enough to run a finger up to tickle his balls. Reggie closes his eyes as if pained by the contact.

“Don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stands, turns, and walks towards the door with the exact same smile the cat had after he picked the last canary feather from his teeth. Dwayne fell in line, admiring each step. The group now a buzz, she hears Reggie over the crowd as she exits, “no fucking way. You guys are playing a joke, and this is not real. What is this ‘Big Daddy’ crap? Who is this girl? What are in those other envelopes? And, she really works for you? And you both work for HIM?!? I call shenanigans, just no fucking way.”

Ben smiles and laughs to himself as he finishes his glass. He takes a second to savor his prized scotch and ponder how well of a start this night has gotten off to. Stephanie has outdone herself this time, fulfilling every request. The food was amazing, the room and house were perfect, the guys never saw this coming, and we’ve only opened one envelope. Afyon Escort Bayan We’re just getting started and he couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do next. Ben felt it was time to shed some light on what was happening.

“Reggie, I assure you, this is completely legit. OK, here’s the short story. And I’m telling you this in front of my boss, so appreciate you’re an annoying little fuck. Kisses.” The boys all laugh. “Ok, so I had just hired her. She was the best assistant I’ve ever seen. She is on top of the ball and ahead of the curve in every way, no exceptions. I quickly see that she is extremely intelligent, to the point I cannot gauge. She rocks every challenge, works harder than anyone I’d ever known, and the clients just love her. The numbers are up, performance is up, ROI is through the roof. We never flirted, it was strictly professional, I swear.” Turning his complete attention to look his boss in the face. “I swear, I never advanced on her in an unprofessional manner. I promise I would never, ever put the firm at risk.”

Mr. Johnson nods his head. “I know Ben. I believe you. I appreciate you sharing this information with me. Let’s do lunch on Monday to talk more, but it’s fine. Have her put it on our calendar.” Ben is relieved by this information. He wanted to share this with his boss for years. They have established a very close business relationship, climbing the corporate ladder together.

“So, anyway… this one night we were working late on a proposal and she said something that just simply, set me off… but in a good way. It wasn’t meant to be sexual, it wasn’t meant to be flirty. It wasn’t intended to be anything at all, and in most cases, it wouldn’t be a thing. In this case, it sparked something in me immediately, and I became extremely aroused very quickly. No, I will not tell you what it was… When this happened, I became extremely aroused and incredibly embarrassed, and so did she. We both apologized a million times. It was late, so I just told her we were done for the night and I went into my private bathroom. To my relief, she went home before I left the bathroom.”

“So, she just went home?” Jason said quizzically.

Ben leans forward to the table, stacking his pile of cash neatly as he spoke. “Yes. She just went home. The next morning, I arrived very early so I could apologize for my unprofessional behavior. I assumed that she was going to tell HR, get transferred to someone else and that I just lost the best thing that ever happened to my business. I told her that I wouldn’t deny a thing and take full responsibility for what happened. She stopped me saying she took equal responsibility for it happening, had no intention to go to HR, loved working for me, and that everything was fine.”

For whatever reason, Ben paused for an extended dramatic moment. He knew he couldn’t stop the story there. These idiots knew him too well. When you’re in a room of people that know all your darkest secrets, there is just no point in being shy or modest. But that doesn’t mean he cannot savor the memory while taking the opportunity to torture the ears hanging on every word. Laughing, Jason can’t stand the suspense any longer. “And then??”

“And then she repeated the same trigger again. This time completely on purpose, looking me in the eye to see if I would react the same way the second time. I did. Before I knew it, my cock was hard as a rock again and shortly after into her perfect mouth. It was end game.” He shrugs his shoulders in a ‘here we are, no apologies, whaddya going to do’ kinda way. Then thinks to put a bow on it… “We are still the best team, still have the best numbers… We just work together. How? I cannot explain. In some magic stupid far off sci-fi… whatever… This situation, however odd and unplanned, is just perfect for us right now.” Looking down, shaking his head in disbelief of his own past. “I’m telling you, it’s the best I’ve ever had… not even close.”

“Sherrie Campbell?” asks Reggie.

“Yup, not close. Great tits too, but she was a tight ass prude when the doors close, a total fun sponge. No comparison.”

“Jenny Simpson?” Dwayne shoots out as he returns to the table, catching the end of the conversation.

“Better.” Ben, now laughing at himself as he sees the new game blossom before him. “I’ll give it to you, Jenny was incredible, and I know you know this. God, I’ll never forget Jenny’s mouth, but I’m telling you, Stephanie is better. Much better.”

“Julie Simpson?” Reggie asks, causing the table to roar in laughter.

“I’m telling you, not of this world.”

“Helen ‘Hoover’ Nicolini.” Jason pulls out a name that Reggie and Dwayne don’t seem to recognize. Ben immediately burst out laughing. “Yeah, I knew she blew you before we left for Stanford, she told me. Fucking Bosco.”

“Please stop calling me that,” Ben says defeated.

“No!”, the group retort as one.

“No? If you don’t like this outfit, I have others. This was requested by Big Daddy. Escort Afyon He thought you would like it. Don’t you like it?” Stephanie says in the cutest voice she possesses. Coming out of the dark and into view carrying a sterling silver tray with the next round, the group can now see she is wearing a classic French maid outfit, with her hair pulled up in a tight bun, perfect red lips, fishnets and heels, black on leather on black with a side of lace, every inch.

Her perfect breasts are somehow more attractive covered than they were naked. Her cleavage is perfectly tanned in contrast with the black leather bustier. They jiggle slightly with every step. The top is leather in some places, semi-transparent lace in others. It shows off nothing and everything all at the same time. Just perfect in every way.

She is again wearing panties. A black thong that barely covered anything. The satin cloth in front clung to her, revealing the folds underneath. Her feet in three-inch black pumps, her long legs in fishnet stockings clipped at the garters with clasps tailored with black satin ribbon bows.

“Holy crap. Are you fucking serious?” As Reggie says this, Stephanie gives him a stern look. “I’m sorry. I just… You’re just… Fucking wow… I still don’t believe this. I want to go on record…”

“Thank you, Reggie. The record is noted. A girl never gets tired of hearing compliments like that.” The group snickers again as she leans over to first serve Big Daddy his fresh glass. She pauses, waiting, staring at Reggie. Ben reaches out his hand, gliding up her leg landing on her thong ass. He squeezes her cheek, then gives it a nice slap. “Thank you, Big Daddy.”

Moving to Dwayne, reaching over to trade his beer she pauses, looking at him. Dwayne leans back, shaking his head. “Naw, man, you’re my friend’s girl. Look, honey, you’re as perfect as I’ve seen but we’re not in college anymore. I love this little act you’re doing here, and your ass looks so tight I could bounce a quarter off it. I’ve known Ben for a lot of years. He’s my boy and you’re his girl. I can’t touch you.”

“Big Daddy?” Stephanie asks.

“It’s all you, my pet,” Ben replies.

“I’m not his girl. I’m his assistant at work and when not at work, He is my Master. And my Master, is offering me to you. This means that not only is he ok, it’s his idea. This is a one-time offer, so take it or don’t. But, don’t tell me you don’t want to. I can see you play the cool guy. So, I’m thinking that you’re looking for a girl who you can show off at the clubs, make your ex-girlfriends jealous, make all your boys jealous, but that’s only for show. You really want a girl who can cook, and watch movies, and hold an intelligent conversation and of course, you want to introduce her to your momma. Cause if she don’t impress momma, she ain’t got no chance! Am I close?”

“Spot on,” Jason says to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Then to Ben, “it’s a bit disturbing…”

“No, I know. It’s a gift.” Ben whispers in response.

“Seriously, how did she know…” Reggie was both frustrated and impressed… “How did you know where he was from? Dwayne’s momma cooked for us more than once, you have her accent perfect… You know what? Never mind. Why should that shock me now?”

Dwayne quickly realizes he can either lose or lose big looking like a shmuck. Knowing that every person in the room knows the real him, he reaches up and similarly gropes and smacks. “Momma doesn’t like any girl who can’t cook. She doesn’t like the idea of me getting skinny and wants me to find someone willing to fatten me up. She’s tough but fair. Once you get past the first few tests, she really warms up to you. Once that happens, she loves you forever. She has high expectations for my future bride. You did nail the accent, by the way.”

“She still doesn’t like me. She still tests me.” Reggie says in defeat.

“As I said, she is tough but fair. And she’s a damn good read.”

“I bet. Well, no worries either way. You have permission to grope at will.” Stephanie moves around the room bringing everyone their new drinks allowing their hands to similarly caress her. When finished, offering everyone a cigar from the newly opened box, lighting it for them.

“Ok, should we get back to the game?”

“No.” Reggie quips in disappointment.

“Yes, and weren’t you the small blind?” Jason was still standing, approaching his seat as he walked past Stephanie. Turning to her, “Get it? Small blind… Cause he’s so short, he is small. I don’t want to make a big deal about it, but don’t you think it must suck to be so wee.” Holding his grin from ear to ear, looking so proud of himself sipping his beverage, giving her a knowing wink. She giggled. Before walking away, “Never gets old, I promise.”

Stephanie walks around to the dealer side as everyone returns to their seat. “Big Daddy, I was thinking we would wait until the start of the next round before offering rebuys. We can pull out the chips if needed. There was some action, but everyone seems to be in pretty good shape for another hour. I am going to set a timer on my phone for one hour from the start of my dealing. During the next ante, after the alarm goes off, I will add envelope number 2. Don’t shoot your load too early gentlemen.”

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He drank his glass greedily, water spilling over his chin andstaining his shirt. It made me laugh to think what else was gong to be all over his shirt before the night was out. I sipped my water far more slowly. I held it to my temples, dampening my hair and cooling my desire, just a bit. I caught his eye as he was trying to order in in-room porn flick. Smiling at him, I rubbed the cold hard glass against my nipples, the shirt made transparent by the liquid.

“Keep going,” he whispered, hand finding his cock, kneading it through his jeans.

I played with my nipples for him, first teasing them on the outside of my shirt, then reaching inside so he could see my fingers working the dark rose points to an impossible size. I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my tan belly, and waited until I was sure I had his eyes on my face. Once there, I held him with that gaze, eye to eye, as I lifted my tits out of their bra and began to flick my own tongue over them. He moaned his approval and began to unzip his fly.

“No. Not yet. That’s my job.” I knelt in my mouth on the zipper and breathed hot moist air onto him. He thrust against me, pushing my head harder down onto his straining cock. No longer able to wait myself, I popped open his button and listened to the sizzle of his zipper as I tore it open. The man had on no underwear, just Afyon Escort that rock-hard dick bobbing up from the root of his tangled blonde hair. My luck had held and this man would offer me the size I so loved. He was thick and long, a fucking beautiful piece of meat for me to go down on. I live for the feel of a cock in my throat. It is almost as good as flicking my tongue over a soft, sweet pussy. In fact, there are times when either will do, but I love the power of giving head. I wrapped my tiny hand around his base and began to pump him, gazing into his eyes.

“Hmmmm, what should I do with this?” I asked, batting my eyelashes and rubbing my tits against his thighs. I stroked his balls lightly, just teasing and waiting to see what he would do. I knew my lover, hidden, was getting off on seeing another man be where he had been before, that same feel of frustration and desire. That fear that somehow I might not actually come through. That was not an option for me now. He grabbed my head and forced me down, but I was ready, opening wide, timing my breathing, fast at first, just to prove to him I could take him all the way down my throat.

“Goddamn, girl. NO ONE has ever done that. Look at me,” he pulled me, slobbering and drooling, off his cock to kiss me. His tongue filled me and I felt his fingers massage Afyon Escort Bayan me through the lambskin of my pants. I wanted them off. I wanted to feel him fuck me so that I could suck him after. That delicious back and forth of cunt to mouth. He stood me up and turned me so that my lover got a great view of my own panty-less ass being exposed in the mirror. The new man’s tan hands digging into my sweet soft flesh as he returned the head I had given him.

“Oh God I love a hairless woman,” I heard him say, almost to himself. I loved being one, the sensations of everything, silk, leather, tongues, so much more pronounced when bare. I was particularly careful that morning to shave not only my pussy lips, but my asshole as well. I wanted to feel it all. He pulled my hips into his face, forced my legs wide, until I had straddled him, his strong arms supporting my upper body. I rode him hard, no longer needing to keep anything back. I wanted to cum, to calm myself, so I could really give my lover the show he deserved. I shuddered, feeling my wetness caught on this pickup’s face, coating him. I writhed against his chin and he met me measure for measure, using his lips and chin and teeth and tongue to get me off a quick second time.

I sighed. Subsided. Ran my fingers through his blonde hair. Came back to earth. Escort Afyon Noticed the stain around his collar and down the front, no longer of water but of my nectar. I held his head as I licked myself off him. He submitted. Head back, eyes closed.

I dove for him again, sucking him back to full erection, my ass open and pointed toward the bathroom, the mirror reflecting my lips wrapped around the new cock. I caught my lover’s eye in the mirror as I slipped a finger first into the new man’s mouth and then deep into my own ass in one stroke. I timed my finger to match the entry of the cock into my throat. The new man’s fingers reached for my labia, just stroking and playing. With a little wiggling and direction, I eventually had him slip just two fingers into my sloppy wet cunt. Together, we had filled me, but not as full as I wanted.

I turned, facing the bathroom now and lowered myself onto him, pumping up and down, knees spread so far apart, lips and clit totally exposed for my lover’s eyes as I stroked my clit, a finger on either side, jacking myself off, as the stranger’s cock rocked inside me. A few strokes, then I was back on my knees, ass up, mouth full of man and cream. Then again, burying him deep only to suck him again. When I felt him come close to his coming, I stopped, whispering to him to take his time because I wanted more of that big fat cock. He nodded, panting, knowing that if he just let me have my way with him, he would not be disappointed.

I waited, played with a vibe on my clit, while I told him what I wanted. “Listen,” I breathed, “and I’ll tell you what I want. . . “

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I shouldn’t have been there. I knew it as I got off the plane. I knew it as I picked up the keys to the car hire place and I knew it as clutched the last letter she ever sent me as I punched the address into the sat nav. And I sure as hell knew it as I stood, in the rain, with lightning sheeting across the sky, and knocked on her front door.

Officially I was in Boston on business. Officially I was attending a conference after which I was to travel to New York and spend a couple of days at our head office. As far as my wife, boss or anyone else knew that was the course of events. I had a hotel that I’d already booked into. I’d already spoken to my wife and heard my 9 month old daughter burble down the line at me. I’d showered, shaved, changed and phoned down to the front desk to hold my calls. Officially I was turning in early to be fresh for the conference. Officially.

Unofficially I was knocking on the door of someone I never thought I’d see again. By rights I shouldn’t. By rights I shouldn’t want to. But here I was all the same: stood in my best suit, with a long coat over the top, the rain pouring off the porch roof behind me whilst I stared at a beautiful wood door painted in a rich and vital red.

I’d rehearsed what I’d say to her during the entire flight. I could already make the assumption she’d not be pleased to see me. It would be what I said next that would determine if I got a door in the face, invited in or the Police called.

The door opened with the heavy click of an old door mechanism working. Gemma stood in the doorway, blonde hair drawn back and up, showing off a neckline that I’d kissed a dozen times, and emphasised her jaw line. My eyes were pulled down to the satin nightgown that stopped just below her backside. I felt a familiar feeling stir deep within me, something primal.

I honestly couldn’t decipher her expression. A word hasn’t been invented for the Technicolor emotions that worked across her beautiful, high cheeked features. She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a squeaked exclamation. I took my chance. The speech prepared and rehearsed earlier in my hotel room just vanished as I looked into those impossibly blue eyes.

‘I missed you.’ I said with a half smile.

I felt like the biggest prick on the face of the Earth. That was the best I could do? I miss you? Her features settled on something close to surprise before she realised she was stood in her door way, wearing a nightgown.

‘Come in.’ she said simply and stepped aside allowing me into the hallway of her home.

As I shook my coat from shoulders, water pooling around my feet, I took in my surroundings. The elegant wide hallway was simply decorated with a wide curving staircase leading up to the second floor. Large pillar candles stood clustered on each side of the banisters casting a warm flickering glow. Garlands hung from the ceiling, twinkling lights intertwined within. They’d decorated early for Christmas.

Gemma led me into the living room that was similarly decorated only dozens of lit candles framed a crackling fire. Sofas sat squat either side of the fire with a mango wood table in-between. On the table stood two full glasses of red wine. Gemma’s plethora of expressions at the door was starting Afyon Escort to make more sense.

‘Am I interrupting something?’ I asked weakly.

Gemma sat on the far sofa, her robe falling partially open revealing a black and red lace babydoll that framed her figure and told me everything I needed to know about the evening she had planned. I noticed the black stockings and red high heels for the first time.

‘You’re supposed to be.’ She sighed and took a sip of wine. ‘William is working late. Again.’ She drained the glass with practised skill. ‘I thought you were him surprising me.’

‘I’m sorry to disappoint.’

‘Me too.’ Gemma reached for the bottle and poured another glass. ‘And just what the hell are you doing here anyway?’ The anger she should have felt at the door was rising.

‘I’m not entirely sure.’ I said with a thin smile. ‘I was just in town for business and I knew that I couldn’t be in Boston without seeing you.’

‘Terry, it’s been five years.’

‘I know.’

‘Five.’

‘I know.’

‘You’re married.’

‘I know.’

‘I’m married!’

‘Believe me, I know that too.’ I hadn’t sat, I was still in the living room door way and I started pacing the room. It was my turn to feel angry. ‘I remember getting the email. That’s right, she did it by email ladies and germs.’ I stopped by the fire place letting the flames dry out my soaked suit trousers. ‘You came back to Boston to see your mother and you ended up marrying some guy you met in a fucking bar on a night out with your sister. At Christmas.’

‘So what?’ Gemma got to her feet and shoved me accusingly. ‘You want an apology? Is that it?’

She stared up at me, blue eyes full of pain, outrage and regret. She knew what she’d done had been wrong. Not so much her actions, I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone whilst still being in love with someone else. It was how she handled it. Tried to turn me into the villain because of the hurt and betrayal I felt. Granted, I didn’t make it easy either but hindsight is a wonderful thing.

I looked down in to her hers, at her face framed by loose strands of her golden hair, at the full lips painted a pastel rouge. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, feeling her warmth through the silky fabric.

‘I’m here because I missed you. Because it’s been five years and I never wished you a happy life or even said goodbye. Because it’s been five years and I wanted you to know who the man you knew had become. But more than anything I just wanted to see you, one last time.’

She frowned. I use to hate it when she frowned. Then tears started to fill her eyes. I use to hate that more. I don’t know why I did it, but for the life of me; it seemed like the right thing to do. I kissed her.

There was a flicker of resistance. A moment when she tried to pull away but then Gemma melted into my embrace and kissed back. We kissed like we’d never been apart. We kissed like we were making up after a fight. We kissed like we knew it would be the very last time we would ever kiss each other again.

As our mouths opened and I felt the tip of her tongue press against mine it came with a surge of desire. My hands slipped between the folds of her robe planting them around her petite waist, Afyon Escort Bayan feeling the lace against her soft skin. I moved my hands up parting the robe, her arms going limp and it sliping off her body as my hands reached her breasts trapped and trembling within the lace and silken confines of the babydoll.

I cupped them firmly and moved my thumbs over her nipples eliciting a whimper from her quivering lips. I worked them harder as she pulled my jacket off and started to go to work on my shirt. My shirt came away in a shower of buttons, Gemma’s fingers probing the contours of my chest. It was in better shape than last she saw me and I was pleased by the eagerness with which she moved.

As Gemma struggled with my belt – she could never do belts – I moved my right hand down her beautiful, petite, feminine frame until I felt the damp smoothness of her panties. Gemma broke the kiss and gasped, my hand hovering millimetres from her swelling pussy. I searched her features for some sign that she wanted me to stop. If there was one I couldn’t discern it and I kissed her again, sliding my fingers between her legs and started to massage her pussy through her panties.

Already damp they were sodden in moments, my fingers’ physical memory quickly finding her swelling clit and working it just the way I knew she liked. Her knees buckled at the familiar touch and she whimpered as I held her in place.

I continued to work her pussy making her gasp and groan until she finally worked my belt free and undid my trousers. The belt buckle clattered to the hard wood floor as she reached out looking for my shorts to yank down and instead she found lace.

Gemma pulled away surprised. I was stood before her with my rod hard cock straining against a pair of black French knickers. She looked at me and smiled.

‘For me?’ She cooed.

‘Kinda. I remembered how you always liked me to wear them.’

She leaned in and started to rub my cock through the fabric. ‘Feeling lucky were we.’ She smiled.

‘Trying to remember what it was like to be with you.’ I said as she pulled my cock free and dropped to her knees.

She slowly licked the head of my throbbing cock before gently blowing on it sending a wave of tingling pleasure through me. She looked up at me, her mouth open, the tip just inside her mouth, her teeth hovering a hairs breadth away. She smiled around my cock before taking it fully into her mouth.

My mind exploded as her mouth worked up and down, her hand chasing it as she worked my shaft. Her tongue danced around my cock before pushing it as deep as she could, the head colliding with the back of her throat. That was a new trick…

I pulled her head up, kissing her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting my precum on her, causing my hand to spear downwards and rip Gemma’s panties from her in a single motion. My fingers were already pushing into her hot wet pussy before she even had time to register the violence with which she’d been exposed.

As I pushed a third finger into her she started to massage her breasts, pulling them free of her garment and offering them to me. I immediately took the right nipple in my mouth, biting, licking, sucking causing her head to flop back and a moan of pleasure Escort Afyon to escape her lips. She reached down trying to work my cock some more, but I wouldn’t allow her, instead I pushed her to the sofa and spread her legs wide.

Her glistening pussy was exactly as I remembered it. Exactly as I’d dreamt of and imagined a hundred times in the last five years. She stared down at me over the mounds of her perfect breasts, hair tousled and out of place, her hands reaching, running through my own. I smiled at her. Then, as I pushed two fingers back into her welcoming pussy the tip of my tongue found her clit.

My tongue worked furiously as Gemma squirmed beneath my touch, her wetness filling my mouth and running down my hand. She whimpered and gasped as I pushed my tongue harder and harder against her swelling clit. She started to work her pussy up and down, her breathing becoming faster and faster. I worked my tongue in time. I pulled my fingers free in a squirt of wetness and clamped both hands on her firm pale buttocks, pulling her pussy flush against my face. I knew the signs.

Gemma came in a cry of release, her body trembling as I continued to work her clit, overloading her mind making her cry out. I refused to let go, pushing her into a second orgasm that caused her to squirt down my face and chest. Only when her body was trembling and she begged me did I stop.

With shaking hands he pulled me to her licking her wet from my lips and chin before kissing me deep.

I felt her hand around my cock, her fingers smearing my precum over its head before I felt her move it to the opening of her engorged pussy.

I’ll admit: I hesitated. Just for a moment. Then I was in her and it was as if returning home after years of being away. It felt familiar but different. I felt Gemma’s legs wrap around me, the heels of her shoes spiking my buttocks urging me on. Her finger nails raked my back and she pulled me ever deeper. She didn’t want sex. She wanted to be fucked. Fucked hard and fast and frantic. She wanted me to fill her up and throw her away. And that’s exactly what I did. Forehead to forehead I stared into her blue eyes as I fucked her. I fucked her hard. Harder than I’d ever fucked any woman in my life. Every thrust caused a slap of skin, made her body shake and made her whimper.

‘Cum in me.’ She whispered between gasping breaths. Sweat beaded both our brows. ‘I want to feel it just like I use to.’ She smiled and I felt my heart leap. I felt something that had merely smouldered at the beginning of his evening burn anew. ‘Please.’ She begged.

It was the last straw. With a cry of overwhelming sensation I exploded deep inside her pussy.

‘I can feel it.’ She moaned as I continued to pump my seed into her. She kissed me as my orgasm surged through me. When we broke away she looked at me the way she used to when she’d thought of something bad to do. ‘I want to taste it.’

I smiled at her. It wouldn’t be the first time. I slowly pulled out of her and lowered my lips to Gemma’s wet and gaping pussy and started to suck. It didn’t take long for my mouth to be flooded with my cum. I kissed Gemma hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth taking my cum with it. She made a yummy noise in her throat as the cum mixed in our mouths.

She pulled away liking her lips before swallowing.

‘I missed you too.’ She said gasping.

Someone behind us cleared their throat. I span round to see a man stood in the door way, coat in one hand, flowers in the other.

‘You must be Terry.’ He said.

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I was on tour a tour of South America and my group had just came through Peru, down to the Amazon and now onto Brasilia. I was disappointed with my second Brazilian girl and thought this time I would go for someone more petite.

This was mainly because they tried to fight you off if you tried to fuck them. It wasn’t because they had anything against getting screwed by foreigners it was more to do with the fact that Brazilian condoms kept breaking causing them to run the risk of pregnancy.

I had lost my mates in one of the bars and made my way back to my hotel where most of the girls seemed to hang out.

I saw three well dressed girls stood around opposite the night club entrance and slowly passed them waiting for their catcalls. They soon came and I went over to size them up. A small dark haired girl who was barley five feet tall immediately took me. Unlike the others she wore a classy red dress and was lithely built with adequate boobs and long shiny black hair that went down to the small of her back.

“How much?” I brazenly asked.

“How much you wanna pay?” Replied the sweet petite young girl with a look of surprise.

“Thirty dollars,” I offered.

All the girls looked at each other and rapidly fired their exchanges in Portuguese so I could not understand.

As I chose the small girl the others interrupted with lower offers but I ignored them.

We were soon off to the hotel.

She wore a charming red dress that sexily flared from her waist just covering her knees but I was more taken with her pretty face. Wide hazel eyes, a petite nose and sexy bee stung lips, all in the wonderful backdrop of her light olive skins.

We sat on the inner most bed and once again I could sense fear in the girl. I wondered just how dangerous it was being a prostitute in Brazil and went about conducting my soothing calming chats trying to relax her.

We started kissing and once again the girl went straight for my loins, going at my flies like nimble fingered safe cracker. I stopped her as I had soon leant that these girls tried to wank you off before they could be penetrated, scared of the condom of Damocles braking.

I tried to push the straps of her dress and bra off her shoulders but was met with resistance. “Yet again.” I sighed. She sexily purred widening her big doe eyes with a promise of things to come.

I still tried to lower her straps longing to see the hard pert nipples pushing out ripe for sucking.

“No,” She sweetly whispered bringing her hands to her shoulders crossing her ripe chest.

“Here we go again,” I sighed very irritated at my bought goods.

“Look you want thirty dollars or not?” I asked forcefully.

“Yes.”

Before she could say anymore I forced her hands off her shoulders and forced both dress and bra straps down hastily to her waist exposing her gorgeous hard pert breasts which she quickly covered with her hands.

“You no hurt me!” She squealed, her eyes moistening with fear.

I felt exasperated and sorry for her at the same time and calmly began to stroke the girl’s silky black hair to comfort her.

“I no hurt you.” I soothed, eventually gaining her confidence and laying her on the bed. I removed the barricade across her chest and went to work on her pert solid breasts stroking and kissing her face while tweaking her nipples.

I felt my cock harden against her and my breathing intensified.

I kissed her on the lips and stroked her outer thighs. Stroking up from her knee, pushing up her dress along her tanned legs until I caught a glimpse of the ultra bright white panties. I hardened more as my strokes increased and then Afyon Escort I slid my hand to her inner thighs. My hand moving up slowly and seductively readying my hand to stroke her panties over her pussy.

Once again the girl resisted and I knew I was in for another tussle. This girl was smaller though the one reason I picked her. I leant up and suddenly she dropped to the floor, knelt and berthed herself between my legs and quickly worked on my trousers and pants. The speed at which she worked at releasing my cock was dumbfounding and I could only watch mesmerised at the blur of her hands quickly whipping my trousers and pants down to my ankles.

She then forced my knees wide apart as if I were some chicken wishbone and then took hold of my cock

She quickly shuffled on her knees making her sturdy little breast bounce as she got between my legs and brought her head over my cock in preparation for administering pleasure. With two hands she brushed my upper pubic hair outwards pushing down slightly at the same time.

She then tantalisingly took my penis and slowly pulled back my foreskin. I groaned as she stretched me beyond my limits making me squirm and her giggle. She looked me sexily in the eyes as she slowly gave a long lick up my shaft stopping to give special attention to the glans. I gasped, then she then took the whole head into her petite sexy little mouth and plunged down as far as possible.

Her head fell forward along with her long glossy black hair, which started to dance on my groin as her head bobbed up and down.

She quickly took her mouth down to my balls as her long red nails raked along my purple head. She sucked on the way back up and gave more special attention to my now gleaning bell head. Tantalising my penis eye by inserting the tip of her tongue all the while staring at me sexily wide eyed as she wriggled it around. I fell back onto the bed with a shiver, fuck she was good.

She sucked and licked my balls while wanking my shaft giving attention to each testicle, taking each in her mouth sucking at my ball sack and then licking between my balls and anus. I tensed as her tongue teased me there as my mind begged her to rim me. She grabbed both my balls at the neck of my sac stretching out the wrinkled skin making them look like two smooth hard globes. She giggled at her power gentle rapping her fingers on my hardened testes making me delightfully wince with her little power game.

She pulled them hard up making me lift my ass and present my anus for her administrations. She held me there giggling as my sphincter pelted, yearning for attention along with my half groans half pleas.

Her tongue delicately danced around my ass rim and my head spun in a delicious reverie.

I groaned with every slow slippery moist circle and gripped both my knees and pulled back to present my surrendered ass.

All the while she slowly wanked my cock and pulled my balls up to work my sensitive ass. The moment she stopped I wanted her there again. “More!” I begged as she held my genitals up and laughed. “What?” She teased.

“More!” I pleaded louder and with that she positioned her head down to rim me again.

I lay back and awaited. Her head went back slightly and then moved forward. I felt her soft tongue stabbing my ass, back and forth, time and time again until eventually I felt my sphincter give and her tongue pushed up into my ass! Oh God! She tongue fucked my ass leaving her moisture as she still raked my cock head with her nails. I groaned my appreciation as once more she lifted.

“No please more!” I begged as she smiled and placed my cock between Afyon Escort Bayan her firm tits and rubbed. She looked me sexily in the eyes. I was in paradise and writhed accordingly. Everything was made gloriously more sexy by her long red fingernails with which she expertly teased my willing cock. Teasing my urethra with light scuffs.

Just as I felt I could take no more she inserted a finger into up my bum. I went into a spasm as she quickly inserted another, twisting a probing all the time and then upping the ante even more by sucking my cock head once more.

I regained some compose and I playfully grabbed her by the ears and bobbed her head up and down my shaft. It was getting too much to bear.

She played with my balls rolling them over and over,

“Oh you certainly know your onions,” I said as she looked at me quizzically, obviously lost in translation.

I was in heaven and my erection and stiffness neared to capacity, I would have gladly come but for my lust to want to fuck her. I tried to pull her off and position her to take my cock.

All was to no avail as judging from her urgent head bobbing the girl seemed hell bent on not being penetrated preferring instead to suck me off.

My hips started to buck as I groaned appreciatively to her vibrato tongue rapidly working my penis eye.

I could feel my balls hardening ready to throw as she urged me on with giggles and sultry looks. Her finger rimed and fucked my ass as I was about to shoot my load.

I changed my mind, angry at the rejection of my penetrating qualities. I placed my hands under her armpits and easily lifted her small frame high up onto the bed where I pinned her down.

She desperately tried to send me over the edge with her flailing hand scratching my shaft and then rubbing me with her red dress and legs.

I pinned her on the bed as she struggled and tried to hammer at my chest with her compressed limbs. I grabbed her jaw and pushed her down until I heard her say. “Okay, okay.”

My arm pinned her down while my other hand traced a slow gliding caress up her dress on her outer thigh. Her skin was soft and smooth as my hand went back down to her knee only to start another movement up in between her legs bound for her bush.

“No, No, please,” She cried pushing my hand away in a state of anxiety. I stopped in frustration. “You put condom on and I ride you,” she suggested. I went to my strewn trousers and pulled out a condom. “British standard,” I pointed out trying to ally her fears.

I lay back and she expertly bound my cock and then put both hands up her red dress and whipped down her ultra white panties. Flipping them off her toes and then throwing them over my face for me to eagerly accept and immediately sniff.

She straddled my body her dress falling down over my loins as she reached back a guided my cock in her. At last, I thought some confidence in the British standard condom!

She pushed down on my chest, tantalising my nipples with seductive twists as she slowly rode me.

She looked magnificent and I was quick to squeeze her solid budding boobs, returning the favour of nipple play.

I reach around and up her dress and squeezed her hard ass, which caused her to panic a little for some reason. I didn’t care as I was penetrating deep with-in her and was well on the way to cumming.

She sensed this and accelerated her bouncing and put a hand up her own dress to masturbate herself. I tried to help but my hand was pushed away as it was obstructing her pussy rubbing. I didn’t care as by now I was squeezing my base muscles and holding onto my sperm for dear Escort Afyon life.

I started to cry out loud as did she and I let go my spunk deep into her. I pulsed and pulsed again sighing with each release, depositing load after load with-in her.

I lay back and watched her as she still bounced on my spent cock not yet finished.

Her high pitched squeals told me she was approaching her orgasm fast and I thought I’d lift her dress to see the final flicks of her clit.

I lifted her dress and blinked in amazement for she had a tiny cock! I blinked again to make sure I wasn’t seeing things only for her to ejaculate all over my face! By the third splattering I exploded in a rage and shoved she/he off me.

she/he got up and ran for the door and I ran after her thinking she had stolen something. I ran after she/he wondering what she had stolen. She quickly opened the latch and pulled the door to her only to be stopped by the slender key chain. She/he panicked and I was easily able to slam the door shut to prevent her escape. She turned quickly on her heels and ran into the bathroom trying to barricade herself in but I was too strong for her to with stand and easily brushed her aside. The door gave away and I burst in to find she/he crouched by the foot of the bath covering up.

“No hit me, no hit me,” she cried, genuine tears now gushing down her cheeks. I looked down and all I could see was a pitiful girl crying, her delicate arms and hands covering her chest for modesty as she snivelled. I stood naked looking down on her and chuckled to myself. This urban myth had been played out verbally in many an office, pub, or in the letters pages of the magazines.

Many went on to tell that once having found the prostitute was a man that they flipped them over and gave them anal sex. As soon as I saw a set of bollocks the last thing on my mind was sex of any kind as my sexual urge evaporated faster than a glass of water on the planet Mercury.

It did throw up an unusual predicament though for here on my bathroom floor was she/he crying. I was amazed at what a different perception I had of her before I knew she was a transsexual. Before I thought she was a beautiful petite feline sexual girl but now all I could see where the hallmarks of maleness and all it did was turn me off.

Pity took over and I calmed her down making it clear I wasn’t going to hurt her. I led her back to the bedroom and sat her on the bed and did my best to replace her bra and dress straps.

“I save for operation.” She admitted between sobs.

I put my arm around her to soothe and felt strange, John Lennon’s song ‘Nobody told me there would be days like these.’ came to mind as I bided my time with her in my long consoling role.

Eventually she came out of her tearful slumber and slowly her hand make its way to my flaccid penis again.

“No!” I quickly interjected and moved the affronting hand away.

“But I need money for the operation,” she sniffed.

Despite everything she/he still wanted to get me off so she could get her money and the desperation of the moment hit home. I got up and dressed and in pity I gave her a hundred dollars, much more than the thirty I had bargained for. I took her to the lift and was greeted by a smirking lift boy.

“You little bastard,” I laughed when it quickly came to me that he had known all along.

The lift doors closed and I could see the smiling faces of the lift boy and the transsexual as the lift descended. “Going down!” Called the lift boy when he was safe from being got at.

I stood on the landing in a state of shock. Did that really just happen? Did the transsexual regularly play the victim to extract money from clients? I was utterly bewildered ‘strange days indeed’ I recited from the Lennon song ‘most peculiar’.

The next three hours were spent in the shower scrubbing away, not sure if I was happy with what had happened.

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Sliding the dress up over her hips she contemplated what the evening would bring. As she reached over her shoulder to zip the curve hugging, navy, lace dress up she thought back to the last time she had been out with her friends, it had been months ago and she had been so busy since that she hadn’t had any time to let her hair down and enjoy herself. She looked in the mirror to appraise her reflection: the dress hugged her in all the right places, emphasising the curves of her hips and breasts and the low v neck showing what she felt was just the right amount of cleavage. She had chosen to pair the dress with red heels that elongated her legs and then reached to the table beside her to pick up a glossy red lipstick which she applied carefully to her full lips. “That will do,” she thought as her phone pinged to say the taxi was waiting outside.

The journey to the bar was short and she thanked the driver and slid carefully out of the taxi, looking up she saw her friends waiting for her and she smiled across at them as they waved to her. She walked across the road and towards them carefully, focusing on staying upright in her heels, her hips swaying involuntarily from left to right, almost hypnotically, in time with her movements. A strange feeling crept over her, as if she was being watched but she shrugged off her silliness and focused on walking towards her friends.

After some brief greetings, long awaiting hugs and excitement the friends walked into the bar. It was newly opened and therefore not somewhere they had been before. The decoration was opulent, velvet drapes lined the walls and enormous gold chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting light and creating patches of shadow around the room. They approached the bar and she rested her arm on the cool, gold metal of the bars surface to reach for a wine list.

The barman handed her the bottle of smooth, dark red wine she had ordered and 3 crystal glasses that clinked pleasingly as she picked them up. The friends retreated to a quiet corner of the bar and began their long awaited catch up. As she sipped her wine, she felt the warmth filling her body, relaxing her muscles and easing away the worries of the last few months. She laughed easily with her friends and enjoyed hearing about what they had been doing. As she began to pour from the second bottle of wine, the uneasy feeling came over her again. She looked around her surreptitiously, aware that she was likely being irrational. It was hard to see in the dim light but she thought she could see a figure standing on the other side of the room in the shadows, but on second glance realised it was nothing and continued to chat with her friends.

By now the alcohol had fully warmed her insides and she was beginning to feel a little fuzzy around the edges, but it was still early and she was enjoying herself. “I’m going to get us another bottle,” she explained to her friends, rising carefully from her seat and making her away across the bar. It had filled up considerably since they had entered and she found herself having to move closely between different people, her body grazing them as she squeezed past. At the bar she waited for the barman to catch her eye so she could place her order, but before she could do that, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she came face to face with a beautiful, blonde, young waitress. “Erm…hi, can I help you?” She asked the waitress.

“Yes, I need you to follow me.” The waitress explained and turned on her heels walking away before she was even able to respond.

Feeling like she had no choice, and wondering if her friends were ok, she quickly followed, squeezing again through the crowd. The waitress walked to the far corner of the bar, it was dark there and there didn’t Afyon Escort appear to be anyone or anything there. “Through here, please.” She said and pulled one of the velvet drapes back to reveal a doorway and gently pushed the door open for her. Confused and acting almost on auto pilot, she walked through the door, nervously smoothing her dress over her hips and rubbing her red lips together, anxious still about what was happening. She turned to asked the waitress what was happening and saw the door close behind her. Unsure what what happening, she instinctively turned and pulled at the door handle.

“Its locked.” Said a deep voice from the other side of the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of a lamp placed on a large, grey marble desk in the middle of the room. She spun around to see who had spoken but couldn’t see anyone. “Who are you? Why have you locked me in here? What’s happening?” She asked, moving further into the room to try to catch a glimpse of the speaker. She paused nervously next to the marble desk, placing her hand on it to steady herself the nerves and wine starting to affect her balance.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Came the voice and she saw a movement in the dim light ahead of her. She fixed her eyes on that space, her heart thumping in her chest. A figure moved into the light cast by the lamp, the figure of the man was tall and she could see his broad, muscular shoulders even in the low light. As he moved closer she could see his dark hair, swept back neatly away from his face and his strong jaw. Despite her nerves and the unusual situation, she felt an unexpected flash of desire for the stranger. As she looked at him, she felt his eyes burning into her, she looked up and caught his dark eyes tracing her curves and lingering on the swell of her breasts. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt her heart rate increase. “What do you want?” She asked the stranger.

“You.” He said confidently. “Are you enjoying your evening?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to process what was happening and align it with the way her body was reacting, without her permission, to his lingering gaze.

“Erm…yes thank you. It’s a nice place but I have heard some rumours about the owner, apparently he’s quite hands off so everything was left down to the management staff to prepare for opening, they’ve done a good job though.”

“Is that right?” He asked reaching inside the breast pocket of his navy suit jacket and moving towards her. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he stood even closer to her and felt her heart thud as he grabbed her hand and pushed something into it, a business card. “I’m glad you like my bar, I own it, and would like to remind you not to believe everything you hear.”

Through the fuzz of the wine, she suddenly realised who this stranger was and that she may have accidentally offended him. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean…” she bumbled trying to backtrack and find a way out of this unusual situation.

“It’s fine, hopefully you will give me the opportunity to show you what I am actually about, rather than listening to rumours. Drink?” He gestured towards a smooth decanter filled with an amber liquid, whiskey it looked like.

“Erm, ok.” She had never drunk whiskey before but didn’t want to offend him further by declining his offer.

“Sit.” He said, pointing to a large white, leather chair by the desk. Without even questioning it, she did. He swiftly collected two glasses, adding ice from an ice bucket on the desk and pouring the drink over the top. He passed her the drink. “Drink.” He instructed.

She lifted the drink to her lips, feeling the ice clink against the glass and run gently across her lips as she sipped. Afyon Escort Bayan Tasting the sharp but smooth liquid, she swallowed, downed the rest of the drink to ease her nerves and absentmindedly licked her lips.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” The owner said.

“Do what?” She asked genuinely unsure of what she had done. Before she could wait for a response, he moved rapidly towards her, roughly grabbing her jaw with his large hands. The action was rough but his hands were smooth and warm and the contact sent a jolt of desire through her body. He dragged his thumb roughly across her bottom lip, smearing her red lipstick across the side of her mouth. “Anything to do with your lips that isn’t wrapping them around my cock.” He said gruffly and released her jaw. She stood silently, his words bouncing around in her head while she tried to work out what was happening. “You need to relax. I don’t want to hurt you, quite the opposite actually.” He explained. “I couldn’t help but notice you the moment you walked in and I’ve been hard ever since.” She couldnt help herself, her eyes dropped to his crotch and even in the dim light she could see the large bulge underneath his suit trousers.

“Fuck.” She thought.

“That’s what I was hoping, yes” he replied and only then did she realise she had spoken aloud. She couldnt help how he was making her feel, his deep voice and direct way of speaking was making her a little hot under the collar. She felt her nipples tighten under her dress and watched as his gaze dropped to her breasts as he noticed what was happening.

Before she had time to think about it he was in front of her, so close she could feel his breath and then she felt his thumb, still smeared red from her lips, gently graze over her dress where her nipple was now very obviously erect, highlighting her desire. His gaze moved up from her nipple, following the skin on her chest and neck until he locked eyes with her, he almost seemed to be asking for her permission. She looked down slightly and gently nodded her head, giving in to what her body clearly wanted her to do.

She felt his lips crush against hers, she could feel the heat and fire behind his intentions. His tongue pushed hard into her mouth, devouring her and she didn’t have time to think about how to react. She followed her body and kissed him back with just as much passion and fury. His hands ran up and down her curves until they stopped on her back at her zip. He pulled roughly on the zip and pulled away from her lips. She stood breathless as he pulled the dress off of her shoulders, releasing her breasts as she had not worn a bra, and down past her hips, offering his hand so she could steady herself and step out of it, which she did without hesitation.

He stepped away from her, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it carefully on the back of the chair. She remained still, not sure what to do until he came back towards her, running his smooth hands across her hips and up to her breasts. He grabbed them both roughly, dropping his mouth to her left nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her hard nipple and released it every now and then to flick his tongue backwards and forwards over it. Every change in movement made her gasp, her mind emptying of everything other than the sensations he was providing. As he moved to her other nipple she looked down at him, he caught her looking and smiled, taking the opportunity to gently bite and tug her nipple while she watched.

“Oh God, stop.” She said, without really realising the words had left her mouth. He stopped immediately and stepped back, a concerned look replacing the desire on his face. “No, sorry, I didn’t mean…I meant…it was just intense Escort Afyon is all.” She stepped towards him following her most animalistic of instincts, all her inhibitions had long since melted away, and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.

She looked up at him, making eye contact and was pleased to see the desire was back in his eyes. His hands went to his waistband undoing his suit trousers and letting them drop to the floor. Only his white boxers remained between her and his cock and she could see the thick bulge waiting for her. His hands went back to his waistband, freeing his cock and pushing his boxers to the floor.

She couldnt help but stare, free in front of her was a long, hard cock, shiny with precum. Sticking out her tongue, she gently licked the head of his cock tasting him before sliding her wet tongue across the smooth head, swirling it around the head before taking him deep into her mouth, her red lips closing around the shaft of his cock. A deep, guttural moan came from his mouth which spurred her on. She placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him towards her, helping to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth while she sucked. She looked up at him and was pleased to see the ecstasy on his face as he looked down at her.

Abruptly he pulled away from her. He grabbed her hands to pull her up and kissed her roughly on the mouth, smearing her lipstick further. Placing his hands on her shoulders he turned her body round and pushed her head down towards the desk, bending her over until her nipples touched the cool marble of the desk.

She felt his hand tracing the outline of her thong between her legs, his fingers tracing everywhere except where she now desperately needed them. He hooked his finger through the crotch of her thong and pulled it roughly to one side. Barely giving her time to think she felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance to her pussy before it slammed into her, making her gasp and filling her with pleasure. Gently he began to move in and out of her, filling her deeply.”Please, more.” She begged. At her request he gripped her hips tightly, and began to move harder, slamming his hard cock deep inside her.

All she could focus on was the pleasure and the feeling building inside her and her desperate need for release. His hands released her hips and moved to her head, pulling her hair into a pony tail which he wound around his hand. Pulling hard he forced her upright, making her back arch. She moved her hips towards him as he pushed into her again and again.

“Oh fuck.” She said as she felt the pleasure building again. He moved his free hand to reach round the front of her. His fingertip touching her clit felt like electricity. He rubbed her clit in circular motions, recognise that she was close already. As she pushed back into him faster and harder he replicated this with the movements of his fingers.

The pleasure continued to build and she felt herself coiling like a spring. From behind her he shoved her head roughly down bending her over the desk again, grabbing her hips tight and pounding himself into her. The change in movement and depth was enough, she felt the quivering begin deep inside until it rolled the whole way over her body, making her hips buck and jolt with every wave of pleasure. He continued to slam into her, getting faster and she could tell by his breathing that he must be close too. She felt his pace shift and he slammed hard into her one last time, groaning gruffly and she felt his cock jerk inside her, filling her with his hot cum.

After a few moments he pulled out gently, helped her to turn around and kissed her again. It was different this time, the fury gone but the passion remaining. He pulled away and she noticed his cock was still stained red from her lipstick but he still pulled his boxers and trousers up, fastening them and collecting his suit jacket from the back of the chair. “You have my business card.” He said as he used a key to unlock the door and walked out into the darkness of the bar.

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