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Author’s note: ‘I’d really love some feedback on both new and old stories. Please leave comments to help guide my future writing. I know some of them are long but I’m really proud of them.’

This is the follow up to my story ‘My hospital stay’ So far we have gotten through Monday and Tuesday.

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Stephen’s mind was still buzzing after Nina helping him shower yesterday. He’d been thinking about it all day and it still put butterflies in his stomach. But as much as he was thinking about it; even yesterday couldn’t match what had happened on Monday with Carol. As soon as he got a really vivid picture of Carol in his head she appeared in the flesh.

Every time she had passed by the entrance to the room, she had waved at him and smiled. Her mouth even said ‘hello’ but there was no breath behind it to make even the slightest noise. Carol’s smile was as genuine as it always was. There was not even the smallest trace of mischief in it that might have alerted her colleagues to what had happened.

With all the Nurses around, doing all their little things, it was surprising that Carol and Nina were the only ones knew what had actually gone on. Stephen kept looking at the faces of the nurses, trying to figure out if they were in on things or not. He looked for the slightest smirk or the cheeky wink of an eye; but there was nothing.

The more he thought about things, the more he realised that what they had done was probably grounds for at the very least suspension. It probably wasn’t a good idea to gossip about it in case it got back to management. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.

It had been another depressingly glorious day outside. Depressing because he couldn’t enjoy the warmth of the sun or smell the clear blue skies. It was almost 11 PM and well past the average patient’s bedtime. The daytime hustle and bustle had now been replaced by the sneaking footsteps of the much smaller nightshift staff.

Stephen thought he’d heard delicate footsteps coming into the room… but nothing more came of them. Even though he was the only patient in the room, the curtains had still been drawn around his bed for his privacy.

Even though it was late, he just couldn’t sleep. With the fingers of his uninjured hand, he pried open his laptop once more. The hardest thing was trying open it all the way up without ripping half the keys out or knocking it off the table. With a little persistence, Stephen eventually succeeded.

After turning it back on from standby the screens came back to life just as he’d left them. He had about half a dozen windows opened with an eclectic mix of subjects. A YouTube video of upcoming computer games, another with a music video, a movie review. By now he’d forgotten what two of them even were. Somewhere hidden in the middle of the windows was a site with some adult pictures.

He’d touched himself a couple of times; but mostly he just liked scrolling through and clicking on the images just to look at them for a little while.

“Can’t sleep?” Carol’s voice came softly.

When Stephen looked up she was already standing there at the side of the curtain. She’d appeared as if from nowhere.

Stephen’s first response was to defensively to pull the bed sheets up over himself a little. He then looked at his laptop and instantly realised that he still had the pornographic page up. Reaching up with his hand, he pushed the lid back down. For something so simple, his left hand was still so clumsy.

After excising a few deep and nervous breaths he made eye contact with her and gave his reply. “I just don’t seem to feel tired.”

Carol was still standing there smiling at him. She knew from his reaction that he was hiding something and couldn’t help her curiosity. Gracefully she stepped in beside him and pulled the tray trolley to an angle that she could work it. When lifted the lid back up the screen was still active and lit up the dark cubicle.

Stephen realised to his embarrassment that he hadn’t closed the lid far enough for it to go back onto standby. He felt powerless to stop her from looking at it.

Delicately she stroked the scroll pad to look at his screens and satisfy her inquisitiveness. Page by page discovered what he’d been looking at. Even in the low light she couldn’t help but see his erection making a tent underneath his sheets. Ironically it was his attempts to hide it that had so obviously drawn her attention to it. She stared at his bulge for a moment before directing her attention back to the laptop.

With the scroll pad, she looked through his screens one by one. The first three screens where just normal boy stuff and she could read the headers of the last two which would appear to be more of the same. Just from the titles alone, she could see that the two that sat in the middle were a little more interesting.

Carol clicked on the first one and it showed a series of pictures of an adult model. The images began with her standing by a sofa in a figure hugging dress. As she istanbul escort scrolled down the page and the story progressed the woman gradually stripped off naked and ended up masturbating with a glass dildo. Carol savoured the images for a moment before clicking to the next window on Stephen’s screen.

Stephen stared sheepishly up at her… but Carol placed all her attention onto the screen.

The next screen was a video of a sex scene that had been paused half way through. Carol delicately stroked the pad and tapped it to resume the clip. It continued to play with the sound muted. It took only the slightest movement of her nimble fingers to turn the sound up just enough that people in the corridor wouldn’t be able to hear what it was; only they could.

She moved the position of the tray table back towards Stephen and moved nearer to the top of the bed. With an outstretched arm and slowly leant right over the top of him, gripping tightly to the head of the bed to support herself.

Stephen looked up at the mounds of her breasts that were inches from his face. For a few moments, he tuned out of anything else that was happening and stared up at her bust. As she moved her grip to make herself more comfortable her breasts giggled a little; even from within her snug fitting uniform. Stephen could almost feel their warmth pulsing against his forehead like a midday sun.

He lay there almost paralysed by the situation and breathed slowly and deeply. Stephen couldn’t see all of her face past the curve of her ample breasts. But he could see that she was still giving all her attention to what was on his laptop and he could see from the height of her cheekbones that she had a huge smile on her face. As his brain began to reset itself he was finding it harder to ignore the video. The sound acted to draw his attention slowly back to it.

The video was about halfway through and showed a younger man fucking a mature woman. The pair were entwined on a huge couch, the young man laying under the woman and thrusting furiously into her.

Carol watched for a few moments as the woman guided the man’s cock back into her pussy after it had accidentally slipped out.

Whether consciously or subconsciously; Stephen worked his body away from Carol so that he had almost pinned himself up against the far side of the bed.

Carol watched him in the corner of her eye. Even though she knew enough from his body language that he hadn’t meant to; Stephen had made enough space for her lay next to him. She gracefully stood up before sitting down on the bed next to him. With one easy move she rolled onto her back beside him and lifted her legs into the bed.

Stephen’s heart was thumping slowly, but firmly. Their shoulders could only just fit in the bed side by side between the safety rails. Carol wriggled her feet a little to work her shoes off over her heels until they popped right off. Before getting fully comfortable she reached out to the laptop and restarted the video clip.

It began with the woman sitting on the large couch by herself. She was dressed in a tight skirt that barely came down to the knee and an even tighter buttoned blouse. The woman was unnaturally busty and clearly had significant breast implants.

As she sat with her feet up on the couch painting her toenails, a knock came to the door and she yelled out for the noise to come in. The young man who was clearly about twenty-five in real life was obviously trying to play someone that was eighteen because of the way he was dressed.

The young man asked to see someone and the woman explained he wasn’t home. She then beckoned him to sit down beside her and chat a little while.

While Stephen’s attention was on Carol, Carol kept her focus on the video. She had watched a little porn back and forth over the years but it was far from part of her daily routine. This type of fantasy would be fairly typical for a young man; a friend’s mom, your mom’s friend. Or the slightly more forbidden note of a sexy stepmother. Even if they had no intention of doing something like that in real life it was a common fantasy role-play.

Carol began to enjoy the slow and gentle beginnings, it heightened the erotic tension in the air. Building it up to where it was near to overflow. Her own breath quickened and she too had to deepen her breaths to try and control them. It was obvious to Stephen that it was more than mere curiosity that was keeping Carol’s attention… she was actively getting turned on by it.

As the story on the screen continued, the woman began to seduce the reluctant young man by first exposing her massive breasts and then having him take off her blouse for her. The cups of the woman’s bra were huge, but even they could barely contain her large and firm breasts. She flicked her dark hair back to expose her breasts even more. The young man played with them and even began to kiss them. The woman forcefully pulled his head in between them before guiding him to her nipples istanbul escort bayan which he latched onto enthusiastically.

With the corner of his eye, he watched Carol’s hand move towards her groin and make small rubbing motions against her pussy. At first he wasn’t sure if she had got so turned on that she had got uncomfortable or if she was actually trying to stimulate herself.

By now the woman on the screen had stripped off the young man’s T-shirt for him and was now working on removing his jeans. She pulled them down to his ankles and he trod back and forth to slip them off his feet. The woman was on her knee’s in front of him and was admiring the bulge of his cock inside his boxer shorts. She wrapped it up in the material of his shorts and even bit into the cotton with her teeth.

Carol’s breath quickened again. Then after several swift gulps of air, her breathing suddenly stopped. She held that deep breath for a few heartbeats before giving a slow exhale. Whatever part of her brain was churning something over it had led her to her conclusion.

She looked down at Stephen’s cock that was still making a tent beneath his bed sheets. His cock was every bit as big as the one on the screen. Carol’s hand then began to work it’s way over her thigh before making the small leap onto his hip. Stephen’s cock was now almost within her grasp.

In the few moments that they had become distracted, the two people on the video were now both standing up together. The man was now totally naked and his cock was standing to attention. The woman had already removed her skirt and was about to take off her bra and release her bountiful breasts.

As Carol grasped Stephen’s cock she gave it a few little squeezes. It was practically at it’s the full length but with her touch it firmed up until it was hard as a rock. Carol moved her other hand to her crotch and just rested it there for a form of comfort. Stephen was strangely more distracted by the hand that was pressing against her own pussy rather than by the one gripping onto his cock.

Both their attention’s drifted between their own bodies and those of the couple making love on screen. As Carol kept gently squeezing on Stephen’s cock she clasped at her own pussy with the same rhythm.

Carol drew in a deep breath in unison with the actress as she was penetrated by her lover. She eased her grip on his cock just a little, but it was only to tug at the sheets instead. Stephen could have grabbed the sheet to stop her pulling off of his body but his hands just hovered above the bed.

His cock had long since sneaked out of his boxer shorts and his bulbous head buzzed with electricity as the sheet was drawn across it. When the heavy seam of the sheet caught the tip of his cock it pulled it towards Carol’s hand. When it was finally released then it bounced back and forth like the needle of the metronome.

Before grasping Stephen cock again, Carol stared at it and savoured its smell. When she finally took hold of it, she immediately appreciated the skin on skin contact. Without the clinical gloves, her hand stuck to his slightly sweaty cock. Far from feeling it to be a bad thing it only served to enhance the experience for both of them by connecting them.

Carol gave a few deep strokes to get the feel of his cock. The musky smell of sex only intensified with her touch. Her stroking began to fall into the same rhythm as the lovers on the screen. In the porn video, it was the woman who made the sounds of pleasure while in real life it was Stephen who was making the only sounds.

With the sound turned right down, the moans and screams and yelps and pleading could only be heard by them. Stephen couldn’t control the sounds he made but could control his volume. He hummed and grunted and tensed.

Carol rubbed at her groin at the same time as stroking his cock; but she could only do one or the other well. The motions were too different to multitask at the same time. She looked over to Stephen… and even though he was pensive, he still didn’t want her to stop.

With one hand she unzipped her trousers and popped open the button. A slight wriggle of her hips opened up her trousers even more. She then reached out and took Stephen’s willing hand. Keeping eye contact with Stephen; Carol then guided him and placed his hand on top of her soft belly. She stroked the back of his hand softly then took it away. With the other hand still on his cock gave a couple more strokes to encourage his hand to do something too.

Stephen’s eyes flicked back to the screen. The man was sitting on the couch with the woman sitting on top of him with her feet balancing on his knees. Her soaking wet pussy was on full view as she bounced up and down in a half-squatting position. His cock was covered with her juice and it glistened in the light. Her pussy swallowed his full length.

Carol gave Stephen a small nod and finally he began to work his hand down to her crotch. He felt for the band of her escort istanbul silky panties. The further down his hand went the warmer her body got. She spread her legs open a little and let him move a little further still. Stephen stroked his tips of his fingers on top of her panties. Carol began to stroke his cock again to match the rhythm of the actress.

Stephen then gained the confidence to slip his hand inside his panties. His hand glided down her waxed, smooth skin; all the way to her pussy. Carol was so moist and warm. Her waiting pussy was already open enough for his fingers to slip right in. Though his left hand was clumsy, the gentle workings of his fingers was enough to satisfy her need.

Carol’s head rolled back towards the screen to watch the lovers on the porno. She let Stephen work his fingers as she stroked his cock. Seeing that Carol was focusing on the porn again Stephen turned his head and watched too.

The couple on screen were shifting positions almost every minute and the woman now leaned over the edge of the sofa. With his cock in his hand, he approached her from behind hand slowly entered her anally. The woman’s mouth gaped open as she gulped in several deep breaths as her lover fed his cock all the way into her. As he began to thrust with increasing speed her enormous breasts were free to swing back and forth.

As the woman began to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples… Carol did the same. She had to grasp firmly through her clothes to feel the stimulation. Stephen felt the hand around his cock tighten even more. It almost simulated the same tightness of the anal sex of the couple on his laptop.

He could almost see the tip of his cock changing colour… but eventually, her grasp relaxed a little and the blood could flow again. She continued to stroke firmly.

Stephen could feel his hot seed building up at the base of his cock. The feeling made his fingers work all the harder inside Carol’s sweet pussy. It was now Carol’s aroma that was filling the cubicle, overpowering the smell that was coming from the moist head of his cock. She tilted up her hips to let him get his fingers deeper inside.

The couple on screen had shifted once again and the man was clearly getting ready to cum. He was standing in front of the couch with the woman on her knees in front of him. She furiously wanked his cock for him as she held her tongue out, ready for the money shot.

Though Carol’s own strokes were swift; they were nothing like what was on screen. She could feel that he was getting close when the fingers that were inside her stopped for momentary pauses.

They watched together as the man in the video finally ejaculated. His cock gave a couple of twitches before his semen flung itself onto the woman’s face and hair. He emptied his full load over her before she milked the last of it with gentle sucks from her full lips. The man then disappeared from the screen and the woman showed her face to the camera.

It was all over her pretty face. A few white spots even stuck to her dark hair. The goopy cum covered so much of one eye that she had to hold it half closed. Several more large splodges stuck to her cheek and her lips. She looked deeply into the camera with her dark brown eyes, her black mascara was smudged and had run slightly from the corners of her eyes.

With her fingers she pulled it towards her full lips before sucking it into her mouth. Taking delicate care of it the camera panned out to allow her to drip the cum onto her breasts. She rubbed it around her breasts and onto her nipples. By this time Stephen had mentally tuned out of what his eyes were showing him and he couldn’t only process the feelings from his loins.

Stephen was about to cum himself. His fingers clutched deep into Carol’s pussy. She readied her waiting hand and caught his load in her palm. It felt so hot in her bare hand. Without a glove, she could feel its consistency. Because it was sticky it didn’t quite feel wet. It stuck together like silly putty but it also had a life of it’s own.

Keeping it cupped in her hand, she rolled back towards him a little and milked the rest of the fluid with her forefinger and thumb. She gathered it into her palm and balanced it there.

When Stephen finally took his hand from her panties, he looked at the moisture glistening on it. The smell of sex intensified even more as it wafted from his hand. As he stared at his fingers, Carol suddenly took his hand and held it to her mouth. She parted the fingers of his hand and then engulfed the two fingers that were covered in her own juice.

Stephen was stunned by his actions but didn’t object. He just let her do what she wanted to do.

Carol gobbled his fingers right to the knuckles and he could feel her tongue swirling around his digits like the wildest of French kisses. His fingers were so deep in her mouth that the tips of his fingers were almost at the back of her soft throat. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. The look in Carol’s eyes turned him on so much that his body almost tried to get another erection; but that hurt too much after just having cum.

Eventually, she sucked his fingers clean and let him have them back. He was still stunned by what they’d just done… but Carol couldn’t stop there.

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If you haven’t read Three is Always Better, feel free to check it out ;] A little extra steam for those lonely nights! Enjoy.

*****

I couldn’t control the twitching of my cock at the picture on my phone. The toned body from working out was sun kissed, a sliver of pale resting above the orange and white bikini top where the old one used to sit. Golden hair lightened from her days on the beach, swirling in different shades around her shoulders. I knew I should feel guilty for looking at her the way I was, but I couldn’t bring myself to it at the moment. She was perfect. From shining dark honey eyes, to the pale pink birthmark on her lower stomach. There wasn’t much more I wanted than to kiss those full pouty lips, but there was one major problem.

Her name was Eliza Montgomery, and she was my step sister.

Her mother and my father met about six years ago. I was seventeen, Eliza was fifteen. Eliza was the golden child of the family, whereas I was the troublemaker. There were times that I’d tried to get Eliza to break out of her shell, but she was too paranoid of getting in trouble. I did manage to get her to break free. From there, she blossomed into this beautiful woman that took life by the horns. She wasn’t afraid of much anymore, and I liked to think I helped her with that. Yet, I wanted so much more from her.

She was coming back to town from her vacation, crashing at my place until she got settled into a home of her own. After a year of finding herself, due to a crazy breakup with a man she swore she’d marry, she was ready to come home. Our parents had decided to RV across the United States, finding as many hidden beauties as they could in five years. They were halfway through now. I wasn’t sure what their plans were for when they finished, but I had a suspicion that they didn’t even know. They may just continue their trip. Until then, I had to help Eliza out with her own trip.

The picture had been posted on facebook, captioning her last day swimming in the bahamas. She’d been there for six weeks, and before that were several more places. We didn’t worry when it came to money, but I was the only one with an actual job of the family. My father had been a hard working lawyer, but he and I also inherited a large sum from his parent’s both passing. He’d invested his money wisely and it grew over the years. Eliza’s mom had married into money, but her husband had been killed in a hit and run and left her with his funds. She saved it until Eliza was eighteen and gave it to her. Eliza barely even scraped the barrel with these trips she’d taken, but decided to save the rest for hard times. I’d never seen the girl work a day in her life, but she was set on finding a job and learning how to make her own way through.

I didn’t jump balls out like Eliza was planning to do. I used some of my own inheritance money to help me get by until my job could keep me stable. Now, I don’t have to worry about touching my funds. It’s better to have a safety net, like my father lectured me about for years before giving me my money once I turned eighteen. Living in a two bedroom apartment in the middle of the city wasn’t my ideal home, but it was what I could afford. It wasn’t bad by any means, and it did help conceal the fact that I had money. It was humbling and I liked it. Flashing my bills wasn’t the type of person I was raised to be. Not to say that I didn’t have my moments. There were plenty of moments, but those are not things I talk about often.

There was a soft knock at my door, announcing Eliza’s arrival. I’d offered to pick her up from the airport, but she’d had plans with some friends before coming home. It was about 6:30 in the evening, four hours after her flight landed. I gave one final glance around my small, open, tidy apartment. It looked good enough to me. With a smile, I opened the door to my step sister. “Hey, Jake.” Her kind eyes shined with excitement, her smile was warm and inviting. She was still the same girl from years ago, but laced with something more alive than before. Her arms reached out for me, and I brought her in for a hug. “God, I missed you. Thanks again for letting me stay here until I get on my own feet.”

“No prob. Here, let me get your bags.” I left her warm embrace, afraid that I’d get a little too excited at her arrival. She was a gorgeous girl, and my body was well aware of it. Her bags were heavy, probably about sixty pounds or more and she had three of them. Traveling up the four flights of stairs with two sixty pound suitcases was not how I imagined my day going. At least it was easy for me since I’d been a roofer the last couple years. I was used to hauling heavy loads up ladders all day, so this was a walk in the park.

Eliza took her time checking out my tiny home, but didn’t seem appalled like I thought she’d be. She seemed to be open to my way of life, and accepting. “I like it here. It’s cozy and cute.”

“Cute wasn’t what I was going for.” I smiled. Eliza snickered at me. “So, are you istanbul escort hungry or anything?”

“No. Miranda and I went to dinner already. I think I’m gonna hit the shower though. That plane ride was exhausting and stuffy.” Eliza excused herself and left me to the television in the living room. She didn’t come back out the rest of the night except to use the restroom once, and come out for a midnight snack in her oversize shirt and short pajama shorts. This was going to be tough living with her. I’d always wanted an insanely gorgeous woman in my home, but I never imagined it would be my sister.

Over the next couple days, Eliza wasted no time searching for a job. She’d be gone for hours at a time, and even scored an on the spot interview at some gas station down the street. She’d already said if she got that job, she’d be finding a second one if she didn’t find something better. I had to give it to her; she was determined. She’d wake up about eight every morning and get started, not returning until around noon or later. So, it was nice to see her relaxing Saturday morning on the couch when I woke up. I also had the weekends off, so it meant we would get some quality time in. It was something I looked forward to, but also dreaded due to my response to Eliza. There was a small fear I would scare her lingering in the back of my mind. I just had to be careful.

Eliza smiled at me as I walked into the tiny kitchen of my apartment. “So, could I talk my awesome big brother into making his famous omelets?” Her eyes shimmered with delight from the back of the couch.

“I see how it is. You didn’t miss me, you missed my cooking skills.”

“Well, duh.” I laughed and shook my head as I pulled the things I would need from the fridge. As I started to beat the eggs with milk and added seasonings, I heard quiet footsteps behind me. “You’ll have to teach me your trick one day. Try as I might, I’ve never been able to make an omelet like yours.” She was peering over my shoulder, probably on her tiptoes. The thought of it alone had my cock thickening behind my pajamas.

“That’s a secret I will never tell.” I teased, daring a glance back at the blonde haired woman I wished had never become my sister. Eliza was the type of woman you wanted to take out and get to know, prove that you’re worthy of her time, before entering a relationship with. She was in the game for the long haul. There were no short term relationships with her. Unless the other partner left, she was making it work. It had backfired on her many times, but she never gave up. The others always did. I’d never noticed until now, but her eyes had speckles of lush green around the pupils, only adding to the depth of her character. She was a stunning woman.

“You suck.” Her lips pouted, drawing my eyes and attention to her protruding lower lip. God, she looked hot as hell with that lip sticking out and I wanted nothing more than to taste her. Even her scent wafted around me in a swirl of coconut and some creamy flavor. It was unique and intoxicating all at once. “You alright, Jake?” I snapped from my daze and went back to the omelets.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m not fully awake yet.” Lying wasn’t a strong suit of mine, but Eliza seemed to buy it. She shrugged and walked back to the living room, taking the spot I usually sat, lying down and watching television until I was finished cooking. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Understanding it was wrong was one thing, but getting yourself to act on that understanding was a whole different story. Creating a new water based, safe, sustainable fuel would be easier than getting Eliza out of my head and I knew nothing about any of that.

The sound that left Eliza’s mouth after taking a bite of the omelet made my cock twitch yet again. It sounded like she was about ready to have an orgasm from the food, a soft moan echoing from those pouty lips. My body reacted on instinct, and I could barely control it. She then began her little tradition of humming as she ate, a subconscious trait she’s had since before I knew her. I’d teased her about it before, but now it was something I’d love to hear everyday. I smiled and turned to my own omelet. At that moment, I honestly wished she’d never move out. Even if I couldn’t have her the way I wanted her, I would have something.

Eliza’s phone buzzed a few minutes into eating, and her face fell in sadness, mixed with anger. “Everything okay?”

“No. It has to do with Mark.” Mark was the guy that she’d broken up with. The first guy she’d ever done the leaving, which led me to believe whatever he did was severely fucked up. Eliza knew relationships needed work, and that’s what she would do. She would work them out until she felt both partners were happy.

“What happened with him?” She’d never filled me in on the details, only that she’d left him one night and never turned back. I honestly feared that he’d maybe started to beat her or worse. Thinking about a man touching Eliza against istanbul escort bayan her will left my skin burning. I prayed I wasn’t right.

“It was horrible, Jake.” She looked at me with glassy eyes. This happened over a year ago and it was still tearing her apart. What the hell did Mark do to her? “So, you remember me telling you that he was a photographer? He was amazing with portraits and scenery, and once I’d become comfortable with it, he would take intimate pictures of me. He would photograph me at different points in the day, claiming he was capturing my life. And he was, but it seemed like he was more interested in the bedroom life. It didn’t raise any bells because I knew men were sexual and loved to have photos of their women in the nude and posed for them.

“After about a year into us dating, I suddenly had a stalker. He never did anything, but I saw him everywhere I went. I was freaked out and when I brought it up to Mark, he called the police. I didn’t see the guy again for a while, but he eventually came back. When I called the police, they claimed that a complaint had never been made before. Mark just blamed it on incompetence and failure to finish the paperwork. It didn’t feel totally right, but I just agreed with him. It does happen sometimes. I didn’t see the guy again after that time. It was also the first time I’d seen an actual cop come out and take my statement and do patrol around my place.”

She took a shaky breath. “Well, one day I’m walking with a friend through the mall and this guy stops me. I’d never seen him before in my life. He calls me ‘E’, the sexy nude lady. I had to ask him what he was talking about, because I’d never let anyone other than mark see a nude photo of myself. He continues to pull out his phone and show me a picture of myself nude, lying on my stomach. It only showed my back and my smiling face, but underneath was a caption, ‘Just a free taste of what you can see. More revealing and sexy photographs of E starting at $20.’ He was selling my photos to strangers. I’d never been more embarrassed in my life. It ended up going to court after I found a couple more of his customers willing to testify against him once they found out he never had my consent. It didn’t take long due to evidence. But, even that didn’t help me feel any better about it. I thought I was going to marry this man., and I had to wonder if that was where my stalker came in. Since I hadn’t noticed him until after those photos were being taken.”

A tear streamed down her cheek, my fists clenched in anger at the sight of her pain and the sound of her heart being broken. He’d basically ruined Eliza. She’d always been fairly modest and so open to people. Even now, I could see her fear and shame at the reminder of what he did to her. I wanted to kill him. She’d given him her all and he betrayed her trust, maybe for all men. “Eliza, I am so sorry you had to go through that alone. You should have told me.”

She shook her head. “I know you too well Jake. You would have been there for me in a heartbeat, but it wouldn’t do me any good with you behind bars with a homicide charge. I love how much you care for me, which is why I waited to tell you. I need you around. You’re the only person I know I can trust with anything.” She did know me too well, and that scared me. How would she react if she knew that the way I cared for her was more than the way a brother should? “Anyways, I lost my appetite. I think I’m going to take a shower.”

“Hey, if you ever need to talk or anything, I’m here. And I mean anything.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Jake.” I watched her stand and lean over to kiss me on the cheek. Her lips were soft and warm, and I had to stop myself from pulling her into me right then. Not only because I was her brother, but because it was the wrong time. She was vulnerable and hurt. I never wanted to take advantage of anyone in that state of mind. There was a chance that it would only hurt her more. A risk I refused to take.

Later that night, we went out and met one of my friends at the bar. He and I had been friends for years and he also knew Eliza. Of course I’d almost kicked his ass growing up for hitting on her, but we were still tight. Cam and I sat at the bar talking while Eliza let loose for a while. She’d thrown on a black crop top that showed her toned stomach and flowed over her arms, and a pair of light denim short shorts to let her tanned legs do the talking. Cam had caught me staring at her and called me out. “Holy shit dude. Now I get why you were always so defensive over her. You’ve got the hots for your step sister.”

“The fuck you talking about, man? I’m just making sure she’s okay.”

“You lying asshole, I know you better than that. Your eyes have been glued to that sweet ass all night.”

My anger flared. “Watch it, Cam.”

His smirk let me know that he’d done it intentionally to get a reaction out of me to confirm his suspicion. “It’s cool, bro. Not like she’s blood escort istanbul related.”

“That’s not the point. And I don’t have the hots for her.” It was more than that, but I wasn’t telling Cam that. He just shrugged and took a swig out of his beer, calling the bartender over for a refill. Was it that noticeable that Eliza captivated me more than any other woman? Hell, she was all I could think about lately. When I woke up, I was happy that she was home. While I was at work, I couldn’t wait to see her when I got home. Her being curled up on the couch in that large t shirt made me want to rip it off of her toned body. Even as I went to bed, I wondered if she slept in the nude or in cute little underwear. Maybe she even wore that ridiculous shirt that I found oddly sexy. Eliza was my kryptonite.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

I took a swig of my own beer. It was the only one I’d be drinking since I promised to do the driving. “It isn’t that easy, man. I could scar her for life and she’s already been through some tough shit.” There was no point in lying to my best friend at this point when it was obvious he knew.

He glanced back at the dance floor. “I don’t know, Jake. You aren’t the only one that’s been stealing glances tonight. And they haven’t been sisterly gazes either.” I rolled my eyes. He was most likely making the shit up to make me feel better. It wouldn’t be the first time. “But, I’m sure y’all will come to discover that soon enough.”

“Yeah. Right.” My mood had pretty much plummeted by the end of the conversation. At least Eliza seemed to be having a good time. I had to contain the urge to bolt across the bar when some guy started dancing with her. Reminding myself that she wasn’t mine made it worse. I would have no right stepping in the way, yet I wanted to beat the dudes face in for even looking at her. He didn’t last long anyways. She made some face and shooed him off, moving back to the group of girls she was talking to.

Cam decided to leave about half an hour later, slapping me on the shoulder and wishing me luck. I continued to watch the sports channel even though I couldn’t pay attention to much. “Come dance with me.” Her voice scared me. I hadn’t expected Eliza to come back anytime soon. Now she wanted me to dance, and I wasn’t prepared for that. “I’m bored and no one else will dance with me.” She plopped in the barstool next to me holding her beer. I don’t think she’d ordered another drink the entire night.

“What about the guy from earlier?” I was fishing for information.

“Class A creeper.”

“Ah. Well, I’m not much of a dancer. I like to chill and drink my beer.”

That pout came back, and I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t be able to stop the sudden growing thickness in my pants. And she wanted me to dance with her. “Come on Jake. Experience life a little.” Damned her and using my lines on me.

“Hey, you can’t take my lines sweetheart.” I smiled.

Eliza smiled back, but her eyes suddenly widened a slight bit. “Oh, god. Save me. Creeper is coming back.” I turned to see the lanky brown haired guy she was dancing with earlier walking our way. He was smirking at Eliza in a way I knew too well. He thought he was going to score with her. No way in hell. I stood and faced him, crossing my arms. “Jake, what the hell are you doing?” She cursed realizing that she’d been the one to ask for help. The guy saw me and stopped a few feet away.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Let me talk to that little lady behind you and we can be on our way.”

I could feel my jaw clench, but heard the conversation from earlier play into my head. I relaxed just a little. “Don’t think so, bro. She isn’t going anywhere tonight but with me.”

“I think you’re a little late to the game, bro. She was already dancing with me earlier.”

“Jake, please. Let’s just go.” Eliza was standing behind me now.

I chuckled at the man. “And yet, here she sits with me. If you were worth a shit don’t you think she’d still be dancing with you? Just do us all a favor and leave her alone.” The man went to step forward, but I matched his game. He glared at me for a moment before huffing.

“Whatever, she ain’t worth it anyways.” That was where I wanted to snap. I’d already begun to leap after him when Eliza grabbed my arm.

“He’s leaving. Just let it go.” I took one last glance over to where he sat down before turning back to Eliza. “Thank you.” Her soft smile told me that she’d had enough excitement for one night, and so had I. We gathered our things without another word and took off. The cool air felt refreshing on my heated body as we drove. Violence was once an issue for me when I was younger and it seemed to be more noticeable the last few hours. Two men I now wanted to murder due to the way they treated Eliza.

When we reached the apartment, I sat there for a moment, collecting my thoughts. Eliza didn’t make any move to get out either, sitting there with me. “He was wrong, you know.” I finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“That you weren’t worth it. Don’t ever believe that, Eliza. You’re worth more than even God could give you.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, well finding a man to believe that is a different story.” Her sadness was contagious.

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“What will I do, Lucy? I’m so stretched for cash and I already have two jobs. I can’t afford to add another since I still need to study.” Cara Thomas was in her third year at university and was having a hard time making ends meet. A tall curvy redhead, she made heads turn even when sitting down clutching a latte in a sidewalk cafe. Lucy touched her arm in sympathy, her warm brown eyes radiating comfort.

“Miss, I can’t help but overhear you. I might be able to give you a job, but it’s of a confidential nature. The pay would be enough to render your other jobs unnecessary. If you’re interested, call this number and set an appointment.” The gorgeous stranger sitting next table handed her a card that had Logan Engineering Solutions printed in bold typeface. So at least he’s not some sleazy model hunter on the loose, offering cash for nude pics.

Cara had been conscious of his eyes on her, and she had to admit that she liked the attention, as the guy was just smoking hot. She had been hoping he’d maybe offer her a hook up or something, but this is fine as well, if it earned her a job that pays well. “I would do that, thank you. Can I call this number now?”

“Call in a couple of hours,” so saying, he stood up and left.

“Wow, I won’t mind working under him, over him, and in any way for him,” Lucy teased her. They both checked out his ass as he walked down the street. He looked expensive, and he looked like he could give you a good time, if ever he loosened up, that is.

Cara stood staring in awe at the majestic lobby of the high-rise she entered. She had set up an appointment for 11am the next day and here she was, nervous and not knowing what to expect. She has had a restless night, thinking about the handsome stranger who handed her the card. Well, she had some steamy fantasies, too, and ended up with her B.O.B well used.

Cara had dressed as smartly as she can, wanting to impress whomever she needed to impress. She took out the smartest outfit that she had, a navy blue pinstriped pencil skirt and suit she wore to a funeral. Her stiletto also made it out of the closet, as she only had this to match the outfit.

She was directed to the penthouse floor by the icy blonde manning the reception. A kindly secretary ushered her into a dark-paneled office and she came face to face with the hunky stranger again. “Mr. Logan, your eleven o’clock appointment.”

He nodded to them both and indicated she take a seat at one of the cushy chairs in front of his massive table. “Glad you came. Before we start, I have a non-disclosure agreement you need to sign first. You can’t discuss anything we have talked about inside this room to anybody else, this is whether you enter my employ or not,” he handed her a document and she signed it. She was not the type to blab, anyway.

“Ms. Thomas,” she had already given her name and phone number to the secretary when she called, “my name is Dominick Logan and I own a vast conglomerate that takes up most of my time. I don’t have the time nor the patience to build a relationship and all the drama it ensues. I don’t want a family and I don’t want to be trapped into a marriage. What I need is a social partner. You would act as my hostess for business dinners and a partner for those times when I need to have one.” Cara nodded, thinking, she could do this. “In return, you would be well compensated and a suitable wardrobe with accessories would be provided as part of your non-monetary benefits.” He named a sum that made her gasp. It would cover her tuition fee and more!

“Your study schedule will be prioritized, of course, but there will be times when we will be invited for weekends out of the country. I take it your passport is updated?” She nodded again, struck dumb by her good fortune. “There is a caveat. I want sex to be part of your job.” Dominick leaned his hips against the desk and folded his arms, just waiting for her reaction.

“What?!” Cara knew it was too good to be true. Truth to tell, just looking at him made her mouth water, her panties wet, and her pussy clench, but still…

“We have chemistry, Cara, and I could tell you’re also attracted to me. In normal circumstances, I could have picked you up yesterday and we could have spent the afternoon making out. But I don’t want to raise expectations and I don’t want a relationship right now. What I want is regular sex. You could have me and you can have more time to devote to your studies and not worry about money. You don’t need to feel guilty about it since we want each other.”

“I’m not a whore! What you’re proposing is prostitution!” Cara started to rise but Dominick held out a hand to pacify her.

“Listen. I’m very much attracted to you. We could make a song and dance about this but if you want me, I don’t see why you can’t benefit from that attraction. I’m not denigrating you as a person but if I want a sexual relationship with you, I don’t want your job schedule to interfere with my convenience. This way, we both istanbul escort win. It’s not prostitution if you want me, the main job is to be my social partner, the sex is just a side benefit. Besides, if sex was not included at the onset, with all those weekends away, do you think we would be able to keep our hands off each other?”

Cara paused thoughtfully and then gasped out, “Is this like that 50 Shades shit where there’s spanking or something? I’m not into that.”

“No, definitely not. My name might be Dominick but I’m not a dom,” he deadpanned.

Cara sat red-faced not knowing how to respond. He made up her mind for her when he suddenly reached for her hands and made her stand up. He drew her in between his legs and cradled her head with his hands. Looking deep into her eyes, he softly said, “I want you so much, please say yes.” She nodded and he was there, giving her a kiss that melted her insides.

Giving herself over to his kiss, she pressed herself closer to him, wanting to feel his hard body against hers, the way she wanted to since yesterday. Groaning, Dominick cupped her ass, and she soon felt her skirt slide up, exposing her butt to the air, having worn string thongs. “No, someone might come in.”

Dominick pulled back and staring at her, said roughly, “You make me lose control. You don’t need to worry, the door can automatically be locked from my desk.” He went around the desk and pressed something on the side. He sat and pulled out some documents. “You have to sign a contract before we proceed, and we need to lay some ground rules. You also need to give me your schedule so I’m informed as to your availability. I require exclusivity, both physically and jobs-wise, so you need to resign from your other jobs.”

They eked out a schedule that had her going to his office everyday at eleven o’clock. He had a bedroom suite in the next room, and when she smirked at this, said, “it’s used for more than just sex. I also use it to crash in.” Cara felt abashed at her assumption, aware that he had got to be supremely busy to resort to a contractual “relationship.”

Dominick leaned back and murmured in a gravelly voice, “Now that that’s settled, come here.” He gave her a smoldering stare and crooked his fingers at her, beckoning her over. Cara walked over and stood before him, shifting on her feet, uncertain of what to do. He took her hand and urged her closer, then played with her fingers.

The flow of her blood thickened, her heartbeat seemingly slowed down to a heavy thumping. Dominick slowly licked her finger, then sucked it, all the while staring deep into her eyes. Cara gasped and she locked her knees into place, afraid of melting into a puddle at his expensively clod feet. “I would appreciate that tongue more if it was in another part of my anatomy.”

“My, my, my. Impatient much, my dear?” He grasped her hips and sat her down at his desk, then shoved her legs open. Her narrow skirt constricted the movement, and he impatiently removed it. Their hands tangled at the hook and with a short laugh, she instead went for the rest of her clothes. She found herself splayed naked on top of his desk like a pagan sacrifice within a matter of minutes. Dominick loomed over her, holding her hands down above her head, his other hand spreading her legs wider. Cara eagerly complied, putting her feet on the edge of the desk.

“Eat my pussy, Dominick, it’s been wet for you since we met.” Dominick groaned at her words, sitting back down and diving for her glistening slit. Cara cried out, pleasure overwhelming her sensibilities. She couldn’t care less if his secretary heard her, the delicious sensations his tongue generated enough to make her shameless. She was glad she agreed to this, she would have happily spread her legs for him even without the contract.

Cara wanted to see him licking her pussy, so she braced herself on her elbow and looked down. She was jolted when he met her eyes, his tongue extended almost lewdly to lick her clit. She regularly waxed, so there was no impediment to her view. Dominick smiled devilishly, then pursed his lips to blow softly on her wet labia. She shivered at his hot tickling breath and she reached out to caress his soft hair. Widening the flat of his tongue, Dominick tormented her with long slow swipes that left her pussy even wetter but kept her arousal at a low level. “Dominick, please,” she begged him, wanting so badly to cum.

Dominick pulled back a little, then slowly penetrated her aching portal with a long finger. His eyes were transfixed on what he was doing, seemingly fascinated by her pink pussy. He added another digit, then pushed in to the knuckle, making her walls clamp down on the invader. He sent her a teasing look, then, hardening his tongue to a point, gave the tip of her clit quick teasing flicks. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good!”

“Yes, like that, right there, faster, please,” Cara encouraged Dominick and he didn’t deny her. He quickened istanbul escort bayan his strokes, finger-fucking her harder, the swirl of his tongue untiring. Her hips were moving of its own accord, needing to meet the onrushing climax she could feel steadily building. “I’m coming Dominick, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Dominick upped the ante by curling his fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot hard in his quick passes. Cara gasped and quickly clamped both her hands over her mouth. The force of her orgasm had her back arch off the desk, and trying not to scream, gritted her teeth and muffled her ecstatic scream. She felt liquid gush out between her legs, unable to stop it and surprised that she squirted. Dominick didn’t stop, bless him, until her contractions subsided.

“You look surprised,” he remarded at her wide eyed scrutiny from behind her hands, “was that the first time you squirted?” She could only nod shamefacedly, seeing his face and cheeks drenched in her juice. “It’s okay, baby, it’s not abnormal to squirt,” he gathered her in an oddly platonic but comforting hug. She realized then that he was still fully dressed.

The buttons on his suit pocket was digging into her nipples, and she giggled helplessly into the crook of his neck. “You’re still dressed, I think I’m reneging on my duties.” She rapidly unbuttoned his jacket and shirt, dying to see if his body was as hot as she imagined it to be. It was better. He had a ripped bronzed body that just begged to be touched. “Oh, god, I could just stare at you all day.”

“Well, I don’t want a staring contest, honey, I want us to fuck like minks.”

Cara burst out laughing at his quip, loving his naughty sense of humor. “Well, then, let’s go fuck!” She jumped from the desk and led the way to the bedroom door that he indicated earlier.

The masculine décor of the office didn’t prepare her for the sight of the bedroom. She squeaked when she saw floor to ceiling windows dominating two adjacent walls. She quickly took a step back, only to be halted by Dominick. “What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t warn me that I’ll be on display for the world to see!”

It was his turn to laugh heartily. “Those windows are mirrored. They can’t see inside.” He ushered her in, shedding his clothes along the way. The bedroom was roomy and airy, unlike his office which looked dark and forbidding. The two rooms were kind of like the guy himself. He looked off-putting and reserved yesterday. Even though he was the one who approached her, there was an air of aloofness about him, like he was trying to distance himself from people. Now, he was like this bedroom, light, airy, and warm.

She climbed into the bed, climb being the operative word as it was quite a few feet above the floor. Hard hands captured her hips, stilling her movement. “Stay on your hands and knees. Turn around.” Cara stilled when she saw their reflection on what she could only surmise as the closet doors. Dominick moved behind her and was on his knees. There were four mirrored panels and they were displayed in all their naked glory. Her hair was beginning to come undone from the businesslike chignon she had earlier, and Dominick completed the job by removing the pins. Her hair immediately cascaded down, framing her face in glorious titian curls.

“You’re beautiful, Cara,” he bent his head and rained soft kisses behind her ears.

Cara couldn’t help but moan, shivering at being enveloped in his heat. He cupped her full breasts, kneading them and capturing her nipples in the crook of his fingers. She arched her butt in the air, unconsciously wiggling her hips in search for his hard cock. One hand left her breast and cupped her ass instead, “You are so luscious I just want to devour you.”

“I thought we were going to fuck, please, Dominick, I’m done with foreplay.”

“Your wish is my command, kiddo.” Cara heard a foil packet rip and she almost wanted to kick her own butt for forgetting about protection. She was on birth control, but she still needed to protect herself against disease, since she really didn’t know Dominick all that well. Her mind blanked out when she felt him between her legs. He didn’t immediately thrust inside her, instead rubbing the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.

“Mmmhhh… Dominick,” she couldn’t articulate more than that, moaning out loud at the teasing passes his cock made over her clit. Her unspoken demand was rewarded with a hard lunge of his hips, and Cara threw her head back in elation. Their image in the mirror captured her attention. Dominick looked like a golden greek god copulating with a mortal maiden. The hard lines of his body rippled with his lunging movement, and she could see her breasts swaying in rhythm. Her vagina clenched in response at the visual stimuli, arousal jacking up at watching herself get fucked by a virtual stranger.

Dominick suddenly changed pace and slowed down. He went in and out in a leisurely manner, like he escort istanbul had all the time in the world. Each protracted glide in made her feel aware of his cock invading her pussy walls, stretching it out and enveloping his dick like the warmest and wettest of cocoons. Each unhurried withdrawal left her aching and empty, eager for more.

Cara’s impatience led her to rear up, anchoring her arms behind her, hooked at the back of his neck. Dominick supported her body with an arm around her chest, his hand clamped around her breast. His other hand went between her legs, where he briefly touched her clit, then glided downward to her knee. He pulled her knee up to a semi-squat position, while the other remained on the bed. This position made her splayed up, with their joined bodies now fully on display in the mirror.

What Cara could feel she could now see, Dominick’s cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy. The floor to ceiling windows afforded a bright natural light that illuminated their entwined bodies. The image opposite did not strike her as lewd, it just dripped sensuality to her. She grasped his hair in her hand, turning his head so he could meet her lips in a kiss. She ended the kiss with a gasp when she felt his finger thrumming her clit. She looked straight at their reflection and her heart gave a jump when he saw his fingers separating her labia so her clit was displayed in all its pink perfection.

“You’re so hot, Cara. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you.” Her eyes met his in the mirror and it was an intense moment. Just their eyes staring at each other while their bodies are joined, Dominick continuing his slow thrusts.

“Dominick, faster, please, fuck me harder. You’re tormenting me,” Cara pleaded for more, his measured pace keeping her from falling into the abyss. The pressure in her womb had built up, only waiting for a further nudge to explode.

“Your pussy is so tight, honey, I’m just relishing it.” He squeezed her breast and trapped her nipple between two fingers, adding to her torture.

“Dominick, oh god!” He went into overdrive at last, holding onto her hips for leverage as he fucked her hard. Cara’s eyes zeroed in between her legs, where she could see his shuttling cock. Sounds of their loins slapping filled the room and their moans added to the chorus. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Do you like me fucking you, Cara? Do you want me?”

“Yes, oh, yes! I love it, you fuck me so good!” Cara sobbed out, the killing pleasure overtaking her senses.

“I like fucking you, too. Your young pussy is the tightest I’ve ever had my cock fuck. I’d like to fuck you over and over until my cock is sore and your pussy is swollen.” Dominick amped up the tension as he went faster, shaking the bed and toppling her to all fours. She threw her head back, not wanting to miss a thing. He was looking down to where they were joined as he continued his thrusts, but this time, he was on his feet, making his lunges more powerful, harder. It felt like he was striking the very heart of her. It looked savage and violent, the way he was lunging, his thigh muscles rippling, his cock visible as he withdrew, then disappearing as he plunged repeatedly into her body.

Cara couldn’t suppress the loud cries coming from her, the sex was so good. She would walk across the desert everyday if it meant being with Dominick. She pushed back with every thrust that he made, making the friction hotter, the sex harder. Their audible breathing was interspersed with moans as sensitive nerves were being overstimulated, building up to an explosive orgasm. “Don’t stop, I’m coming!” Cara wailed out, the bliss catching up with her.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it, come for Daddy,” Dominick coaxed her, pumping his hips faster, and Cara screamed out loud as her orgasm drowned her in delight. Her pussy walls spasmed with her climax, his cock delivering an onslaught of unimaginable bliss. She collapsed to the bed in boneless satiation, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

Dominick lunged after her, straining after his own peak. He raised her hips up a little to accommodate his rampaging prick, shouting in ecstasy as his orgasm bombarded him with satisfaction. He spurted out wave after wave of cum as his shouts softened into grunts. He collapsed into her back, enfolding her with his scalding heat.

“Are you okay, baby?” Dominick asked her as he withdrew from her, making her shudder as her still sensitized nerves reacted.

“I’m more than fine, Dominick,” Cara turned to smile at him as he went to dispose of the condom. She liked the sound of his name and she liked saying it. She ogled him as he walked back to the bed, admiring his rock-hard physique. “Do you work out?”

“I run and I box as I don’t want to be one of those executives who drop dead because they don’t take care of their health, you?”

“I like to run, but I don’t usually find the time because of my jobs.”

“Well, now you’ll have time. I also need to you undergo a medical exam, get some shots, as well as get a prescription for birth control, unless you’re already on the pill?”

“I’m already on the pill.”

“Good, have you eaten lunch?”

“No, I’m famished. I wonder why?” She teased him with a smile.

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The annoying, high pitch buzz went off again. I spent the night with my friend Brett and this alarm is not as rude of an awakening as rolling over and realizing I was naked with him. I use him as a booty call when I’m desperately horny and when I need free drinks and food.

I search for my bra as I try to avoid stubbing my toe on his furniture. I tip top around the mess we made and bent down to look under his bed. I notice a few condom wrappers, dust, and what looked like an accounting book. Still no bra.

I didn’t want to wake him because awkward conversation would ensue and he’d be all cocky about how he “got” me again. I knew that I was already going to be late for my big meeting at work; my fault for sleeping through the alarm. I was racking my brain for an excuse I could make, but today was the big day I’ve been wait for to present in front of the board of directors at our publishing company. I needed to go home and take a proper shower, but I opted to use Brett’s sink so I would give myself a chance at making it on time.

I don’t have huge boobs, but being braless and having my nipples poke through the silk of last nights clothing distracted people from the wrinkles, or so I keep telling myself. I did my make up in the back of the uber that I couldn’t afford, but I also couldn’t afford to be late waiting for the subway or buses. I crunched on some breathe mints the uber driver had and combed my hair with my fingers as I thought about how I really needed to stop drinking and staying out on weeknights. I really need to get my life together at some point.

I hate living in outside of Manhattan because it was so difficult to get into the city during rush hour. I need to make friends with or start sleeping with guys that lived downtown rather than Brett’s studio.

I’m braless, smelling like semen, probably wearing a bruise somewhere from sex with Brett last night in addition to the same clothes from yesterday. My co-worker immediately notices and I give her the “don’t start” look. I’m self conscious that my panties would show or that my scent of day old + sex panties would waft around the office. I could feel eyes on me as I walked by and I was too self-conscious about my nipples to have a conversation with anyone. I ran to the first aid kit to try and find band-aids to put over my nipples, but the box was empty. Who in the hell would put the empty box back in the wall mounted kit if it was empty. Well I followed right along because I didn’t know who to notify and honestly I didn’t care. I put the box back, clipped the clips closed and ran to my desk.

I grabbed my laptop and walked to the meeting. I took a few deep breaths, tried to strike a power pose, and waited for the room to quite down. I go to bluetooth into the projector and realized that my computer is at 6% battery. Great! I’ll just wing this. I crush the presentation without a projector and slides. I’m feeling really accomplished. I had a good day at work yesterday, celebrated with drinks (for free), had a guy friend go down on me, and crushed my presentation today all while being under prepared and braless. I’m just that good!

The feeling that I was able to pull the wool over everyones eyes and just use my talent to wing it is amazing. Well anyway, hopefully I’ll get that promotion soon that I’ve been passed up for in the last two cycles. I could really use the money. I needed to catch up on bills, and I wanted a break from dating guys just for the food. For once I just want to not put in any effort online with dating apps just to pretend to be interested in some random guys frisbee club so I could eat something more than a $12 salad. I was literally meeting different guys for coffee, lunch, and dinner just to make it in NYC.

I sped off to my second job bartending immediately after I finished work. I wanted to go home and change, but it’s across the bridge and I wouldn’t make it in time. I usually pack a bag, but you know how my morning went. I worked up a sweat walking there and I could tell my deodorant is not doing what it advertised it would do. I had this clean musk about me and I was sweating a little. Not a great look.

I say my hellos, clock in with my manager, and then bee-line to the bathroom. Again I use the sink to freshen up. I found a sleeve of napkins that I used to fan and air dry myself and wipe up what mess I could. I felt better, but was still a little self conscious.

I start my shift and flirt a little extra hard trying to earn extra tips. I kept saying to myself that the nipple no bra thing is a good thing… nips for tips, nips for tips, nips istanbul escort for tips… I kept repeating to myself in my head. I notice Phil, a regular that I don’t know much about other than he’s mid 40’sish, a little grey, dad bod, but handsome and really well put together. He always comes in dressed business casual, has a deep voice, and a fatherly sense about him.

“Hey, Phil! The usual?” I asked trying to make eye contact. He never looks at me in the eye. He’s always reading or on his phone. His large hands make his phone look small. I’ve always noticed his hands and forearms. They were veiny, well defined, humongous, and hairy. I know it sounds weird, but on him, hairy hands just seemed so… I don’t know… masculine.

I’ve definitely thought about him while toying with my vibrator at home. I figured he’d be really good and strong fingering me. I’ve visualized his big hands on my small, slender figure, but today he did make eye contact. I flirt with him every chance I get, but he’s always been so mysterious. I didn’t care since he was a really good tipper.

I purposefully bent down to let him see down my shirt. I bent over to reach the “ice” or whatever right in front of him. I shimmy my hips and wiggle my waist to get my shirt to come up a little and show my toned tummy off as I reached for whatever when I’m right in front of him. He usually doesn’t even respond, but today he definitely did. His eyes were glued to me. I made sure to smile and wink a few times. Not enough to be creepy, but definitely send the message that I liked him for more than just his money.

“Careful, you’re going to break a lot of hearts like this.” He said as he looked me up and down.

I approached him while hugging a tray in front of my chest just to set it aside on my hip when I got closer. Almost as if I was revealing my chest to him.

“That’s the point, Phil! The more they’re heart broken, the more they drink.” I coyly responded.

We traded a few more light jabs before I went for the kill. “You know, I see you hear all the time, but this is the first time we’ve ever really talked. You shy or just don’t like me?”

“I figured you have enough guys to talk to, I don’t want to add to the list. Besides, if it were up to me, you’re not the type of girl I would spend much time talking to.”

“Hey! I know we’re not in the same league, but you don’t have to be so hurtful.” I quickly retorted with just enough attitude to show I’m a little offended.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry! And now that I’m explaining it, I feel even creepier.” Phil said earnestly.

“Oh you’re not creepy at all, Phil. It’s if I don’t like you is when you’re creepy.”

“Well thanks, a bartender that likes me. I must be an alcoholic then.”

“No, just a good tipper!” I don’t know why I said that, but I was really pushing this money thing tonight.

“Well you’re my favorite bartender, but it’s not because of your stiff drinks.”

I couldn’t tell if he was flirting back until he winked.

Phil leaned in towards the bar. He beckoned me closer and when I did come closer he rest his hand on my upper arm and leaned in. “I’m in room 921 across the street. What time are you off?”

“In an hour.” I said flatly staring at him.

I’m not sure why, but I figured this was my chance to finally get to know him. I was nervous since I hadn’t properly freshen up and because he’s so intimidating. He’s successful, good looking, and could probably get any woman he wants. What’s he want with lowly bartender like me?

The rest of my shift dragged by. I was mixing up orders and mistaking drinks. I couldn’t think straight. I downed a couple of shots using my tips to gain a little liquid courage then walked across the street. Phil was waiting for me in the downstairs area, thank god! I didn’t want to play this desperate pretty woman scene out in my head where I had to ask the front desk to ring up room 921.

After some small talk, mostly me talking nervously and him looking annoyed that I was talking too much. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. He pushed the buttons then turned to me and placed his greek god of a hand on my waist. His fingers ran all the way up to my abs, wrapped around my back, and even slightly flirted with my under/side boob.

I walked forward expecting him to pull me in for a kiss or a hug, but he pushed me back against the wall with force. I think it seemed forceful because I was trying move toward him at the same time. I had to admit, feeling his strength was a turn on and knowing istanbul escort bayan that he was taking control made me wet. I didn’t anticipate sex, but at this point, I would have given him whatever he wanted.

His other hand slid up my thigh and towards my crotch area. I could feel the warmth shooting throughout my body and it was making me self conscious again. I started to talk, but he just placed his index finger over my lips to shush me. It worked. I started to open my mouth a little to inquire what was going on but just left my lips parted.

He brushed my lips with his thumb then made his way into my mouth where I instinctively started to suck it. We held eye contact the whole time and it was so hot. For a moment I couldn’t gather myself so I leaned my head back and closed my eyes pressing my hips, waist, and pussy into him trying to feel his thigh or hand or something.

He pulled me from the elevator and sent me to get ice down the hall. He specifically said just a few cubes and to hold it in my hand. When I came back, I felt like a cheap whore knocking on the door – I bet he planned this. He opened the door completely naked and pulled me inside. His confidence was fun since I rarely see it from anyone. The shower was going on full blast and I could tell he put it all the way to hot because steam was escaping the bathroom. He took the ice and slide it along my neck. He then put it in his mouth and used it to kiss me as he undressed me. It was scintillating. I had goosebumps all over and it wasn’t just from the ice.

He neatly folded my clothes as I stood there completely naked and then placed them in the safe. He locked it. I thought this was so weird. I felt trapped all the sudden. What if I wanted to leave? I needed his permission or I’d have to leave naked?

“This is, I assure you, part of the plan. I want you to feel submissive to me. I want you to need my permission. I control you.” He said in his deep voice, but this time instead of a fatherly vibe, it was more of a boss kind of vibe.

“What do you want me to do now? You can have anything you want. I’ve been waiting for this. Like, seriously, I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” I blurted out; not knowing how to proceed. If I should wait for his instructions or try to take action. It was all very new and all very exciting.

He pushed me into the bathroom where I sat on the counter while he used the fast melting ice on my thighs and over my clit and lips. It was so a new sensation. It is almost painful, because it is sensitive, but I loved it. The steam made it hard to see, even just him a few inches in front of me. I loved it. It was fun, mysterious, new, and really hot with the overload of senses. I was essentially blind getting fucked by an ice cube in a hotel room with a man I barely knew.

I stopped him and asked: “Wait, you don’t want to take me back to your place?” Half curious why he didn’t and half offended like I wasn’t good enough again.

“I’m from Seattle. I’m just here on business. I work here a couple times a month and I stop in to see you move behind the bar.”

“Oh, you’re there so often, I thought you were local, but I guess regular doesn’t mean local…” I started to think out loud.

Then he put his big hand on my pussy and slide a couple fingers in. That sure made me stop talking and take a huge audible deep breath.

As I was trying to catch my breath I asked: “How many fingers is that?”

“Just two.” He replied deeply in my ear letting his lips caress them and the side of my face.

I forgot how big his hands were. He fingered me until I came right there on the counter in the make shift steam room. He pulled me closer to the edge and spread my lips apart. He positioned what I imagine is his dick right there and just fucked me. I felt like a whore. It was sudden and unceremonious. He didn’t say anything just fucked me.

His veins felt like ridges and his head was huge. As he pushed deeper, his shaft was girth-y and his rhythm was unpredictable. I guess most middle age white guys with big dicks just fuck like this. He doesn’t care about my pleasure, he just wants to nut. I felt like an even sluttier whore. The worst part is I’m actually enjoying myself. I love being treated like this, getting fucked roughly, and the guy isn’t emotionally interested in me. It’s like I have to try harder to impress him. So I squeezed my pussy walls as tight as I possibly could and really tried to be tight for him.

It wasn’t long before he pulled out and jizzed on my stomach. Again, unceremoniously.

I escort istanbul was sweating and horny, trying to catch my breath. Phil picked me up with my legs wrapped around him and walked towards the bed. I wanted more of his man meat. I loved getting his big dick and I loved how the texture of his veins was so amazing against me. I looked down, being able to see for the first time without steam, at my pussy. It was raw, red, stretched out. My lips looked destroyed. He choked out my cunt and buried it.

His dick, still dangling ever so largely between his legs like an alien member was covered in a milky substance. It clearly was glistening with pride like he just made me crave him, and knew that it pleased me beyond what I can do to myself. As I looked up from his massive dick I noticed he had his phone in his hand again. I couldn’t stop looking at his monster dick, but I did notice the light of his camera was on. He typed a little on his screen then set it down.

“I just took a video of you naked standing in front of me and cock wet from your juices. Don’t worry your stomach looks flat and shiny with my cum on it.” He winked.

Before I could react, Phil moved towards the safe, took out my clothes and ordered me to put them on. He took pictures of my getting dressed, bending over to pull my panties on, etc. I was really uncomfortable, but I was scared and didn’t know how to stop him or what to say.

Again being wise and social perceptive as he is, he said: “Don’t worry I won’t show anyone. This is for me. It’s for my safety. It’s blackmail. I don’t want my job or wife and kids to know. If word of this ever even thinks of getting out I’ll have a little something to motivate you to keep your lips closed. Unless you want to open those pretty little lips up again for me?”

He was so nice, now he’s a jerk. A jerk for taking photos and video of me without my consent. A jerk for fucking me like a whore. A jerk for talking to me like this. I won’t admit this, but I loved it. I loved how cocky he was. I loved getting talked down to and him telling me what to do. I loved how in control he is and how helpless I am. I loved that he talked shit to rather than respectfully ask if it’s okay to touch my vagina or pull my panties down or touch me. I’m conflicted, since I want to be taken seriously, but I really enjoyed getting this treatment.

He reached into his wallet and handed me a few hundred dollars. “I’ll come see you again in a couple weeks.” He said as he guided me towards the door.

What!? What. in. the. actual. hell?! I didn’t know what to say. I’m stunned and just stood there. I left because I didn’t want to be seen like a lonely loser desperately seeking attention standing in front of his door reeking of sex and semen.

The whole commute home I was conflicted. Should I feel cheap for it only being a couple hundred dollars? Well maybe that’s a lot for other women. It’s clearly a lot for me. I wanted to return it and slip it back under his door, but I could really use it. I would have fucked him for free, did he do this out of pity? Does he think I’m a sugar baby or something? I guess I could get used to being a sugar baby, but I don’t want to, but it’s great.

I felt empowered and sexy and fulfilled and unsatisfied and cheap and used all at the same time. I would love if I made a few extra hundred bucks every time he was in time, but does that make me a hooker? Will he ever pay me again? I’ve wanted to fuck him for so long that I wanted it to be amazing like he actually liked me and desired me. Now I’m just some business bimbo. A place for him to dump his cum. What will actually happen with the photos and video he took?

I was scared. But I also couldn’t get over the fact that a guy like that would want to fuck me. That he got hard for me. That he came because of me. It was like an honor that he chose me. I was still scared, but I was also horny… still. He felt so good and he did things no other smaller guys (like Brett) could. He is a man. He is my man? Wait, no, too far. He barely knows me and I don’t even know him.

A few weeks went by. I ferociously used my vibrator until I was raw, thinking of Phil every day a couple times a day for all these weeks. I was serving drinks again and I heard a deep voice behind me say playfully: “You still working for tips?”

I smiled as I turned around and told him quietly: “If it’s yours, and only if it’s not just the tip.”

He didn’t even order a drink he just got up and left a room key on the bar for me. I quickly snatched it up before other patrons could see it. The confidence of this guy! Literally, like, right there in front of everyone. For all the people to see. He leaned in and said that he’ll have a bottle of champagne waiting for us in a bucket full of ice this time. I blushed as he walked away. In a few hours, I think I’d be more than blushing.

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Our love is getting stronger and more intense ever since the first time we decided to take the exciting step into the taboo world of incestuous love. When we are apart we are always thinking of the times we have together all alone behind closed doors, when she is in work I ring her up and ask her how things are going and getting more or less the same reply each time her saying “Missing you dad can’t wait to get home and get my panties off for you and have your big hard cock.”

I say back to her “Can’t wait either got a great big hard cock all ready for you, see what you do to me just by talking dirty my naughty loving daughter.” We are totally dependent on each other, to give each other as much pleasure as possible when we fuck and play and Sally being on the pill is so reassuring as I pump my hot creamy present into her every time we fuck.

She is always making sure she pleases me and then asking me if it was good for me after a nice slow love making session .Sally my love you are the best fuck I have ever had I tell her, how I love it as she cries out with pleasure when she orgasms loving it when I stay deep inside her hot wet slippery pussy as my throbbing cock feeling her squeezing me with her inner muscles milking every last drop of my cum out of my balls as I give her what she has become to love so much. She said to me the last time we fucked “Daddy to think I came out of your lovely cock istanbul escort and now that lovely cock goes inside me filling me with daddy seed and making me feel so full and good.”

The other evening we were both in our pyjamas and she was sitting on my lap as she usually does now when we are watching Television, the film we were watching got a bit steamy and as usual my cock had a mind of it’s own and stayed hard between us as she sat wriggling on my lap. I knew Sally felt my hardness but hadn’t done anything about it so far, just sitting on my lap with a little wriggle every so often getting me harder. I whispered to her “Bet you don’t know what daddy’s got for you,” she smiled and said “I do dad you’ve got your big hard cock ready for your little Sally,” I felt her hand sliding down and into my pyjamas as she took hold of my throbbing cock.

My hands around her waist holding her down tight on my throbbing cock as she opened her legs, my one hand sliding up under her top and the other down in between her legs, no panties on as usual always ready for fun. She looked back at me as she felt my hand squeezing and stroking her lovely firm tits my fingers tweaking her nipples feeling them harden, my other hand in between her legs my fingers parting and opening her pussy lips, so puffy hot and wet by now and as I slid my fingers into her she let out a soft moan and put her hand on istanbul escort bayan top of mine holding my fingers deep inside her, I knew she was ready for my big hard cock and a good hard fucking.

Me thinking how lucky I was to be able to fuck her any time I wanted to and she always wanted it and was as eager as I was to give in to our sexual needs.

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye as she gently handled and squeezed me and I didn’t have anything to say as she led me to the bedroom, pulling me by my cock. I closed the door behind me and as we got to the bed she went down on her knees as she pulled my pyjama bottoms off watching my cock as it sprang free. She let out a hushed moan as she fixed her eyes on my hard throbbing prick then whispering to me about how her ex-boyfriend used to love her sucking him and that it always gave her an orgasm as she was doing it. I just smiled and said “Well you know how much I love you sucking it to,” reaching out and taking her head in my hands guiding her mouth to my cock grabbing her hair as I felt her tongue rolling over the tip as she tasted the precum droplets that had started to emerge.

It was a heavenly feeling as she sucked my hardness into her mouth as her one hand was holding my cock and the other cradling and gently squeezing my heavy cum filled balls. It felt so good as I started sliding my cock in and out escort istanbul of her lips as she kept sucking me and I knew she was soon to have my hot load of cum. looking up at me as she felt my cock jerking and the first spurt of cum being released. I took my hands off her head in case she wanted to pull away from my spurting cock but she just kept on sucking me wanting to have her fill. After a while I pulled out of her mouth and watched as some of my cum dribbled out from between her lips her fingers gathering it up and sucking it back into her mouth she smiled at me saying “Oh dad that was awesome I love you so much.”

Her body shuddering, totally out of control as I kept licking and sucking her, first her lips and then back to her clit and my tongue lapping at her lovely opening. She was gasping, her breath becoming heavy and laboured, her tits heaving up and down as she let out the loudest scream I have heard from a girl. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!” Sally shouted. as her pussy bucked up and down, her whole body convulsing and shaking with her orgasm and by the hoarse scream she let out I knew she had had the most massive orgasm ever.

I felt her body relaxing knowing she was as happy and satisfied as I was, I slid up beside her on the bed, she had enjoyed our special forbidden sex as much as I had we were totally spent and satisfied. We held each other tight and I kissed her deeply again as I looked at lying there so contented and relaxed already under the sheets and beginning to drift off to sleep. Me knowing full well what we were doing since the start felt so good and knew that it would be an ongoing thing for me and my gorgeous daughter from now on.

(Part 4 to follow)

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This is a story of Samantha & Hanna. They are women in their mid-thirties who are worried their husbands are losing interest. They decide to add a little spice to their marriages during a 4-day get away. Things escalate far beyond their intentions as fantasy becomes a reality. In the process, they learn a lot about each other and themselves.

I have attempted to write a relatively plausible story reflecting how real people end up doing extraordinary things. As such, it is a bit of a slow burn. Relax, take your time, and get to know the sisters-in-law.

All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

Thursday Morning

Sam’s eyes opened gradually and the ceiling came into focus. She turned her head and squinted at the clock next to the bed; it was 6:55 AM. She heard Tony moving around in the bathroom. Looking out the window, she saw a cloudless July morning. She brought her hands to her face and massaged her cheeks before rubbing her eyes. Another day begins.

She reached over for her husband and found the bed empty. He had come to bed late again, and rose early…again. She often felt like she slept alone, and was disappointed that he found TV more entertaining than her. She missed his attention.

The sound of running water captured her attention, and she gazed into the bedroom’s on suite bath. There stood her naked husband at the sink shaving. She could not help but savor the sight of him. Tony was nothing short of gorgeous. Sure, she was biased in her assessment of him, but by any objective standard, he was ridiculously good-looking. He had the face and body of a male model. He had strong features accented by gorgeous brown eyes. Even just out of the shower, his thick black hair was perfectly in place. He stood just under six feet tall and weighed somewhere around 180 pounds. He had incredibly defined muscles with no body fat to hide their sinew. It was a body that can only be built by dedicated work in the gym, and Tony was religious in his workouts.

Her eyes traveled down from his wide shoulders to his 32-inch waist and then to an absolutely gorgeous ass. She couldn’t help but think to herself that any woman would kill to have that ass. As she studied him, her hand had moved under her panties; she began to absentmindedly trace circles in the thick black hair between her legs.

They had been together since high school. In fact, they had been prom king and queen. He was the incredibly cute jock that everyone liked, and she was the hot cheerleader. She knew that they were the perfect example of a high school cliché, yet that’s who they were. Deep down, she knew they were still a bit of a cliché. At 36 years old, they were young, they were wealthy, and they were good-looking.

She knew how lucky she was. She had a great husband and two beautiful children. She lived in a gorgeous house and wanted for nothing. So why was being happy so fucking hard? These days she seemed to alternate between stress, worry, and frustration. Mostly she just felt lonely.

Sure, it is tough being a mom to two rambunctious boys, but she loved them dearly. What worried her was the fear that her marriage was slipping away an inch at a time. She and Tony were more like roommates than lovers. He barely showed any interest in her at all anymore. It’s hard for a woman to admit that her husband doesn’t find her sexy anymore. Tony never flirted, but his kisses lacked passion. He had not touched her for a couple of weeks, and even then, it was more about him than her.

She sometimes wondered how to people could be happily marries yet seem apart?

But she loved him and still found him incredibly desirable. Still staring at Tony and lost in her thoughts, she was only vaguely aware that her finger was now lightly circling her clit.

She and Tony had grown up in the upscale St. Louis suburb of Ladue. They had dated all through their senior year in high school. He had gotten a soccer scholarship to the University of Missouri at Columbia where he majored in business. She’d stayed home and worked as a medical clerk. All through college, they continued to date and plan their future. He was the only man she ever loved. He was the only man she’d ever been with. Sure, she had dated a few boys in high school and made out with them, but it was only the usual high school grope and grind sessions in the back seat of cars.

Of course, there was that guy at the party. It was Tony’s senior year at Mizzou, she was lonely and drunk. She was also hurt and pissed. She had just found out about the girl Tony was screwing at school. His name was David, she had met him just that night. He flirted, and she flirted back. Somehow, they had ended up naked in a bedroom. She could still remember how incredibly horny she was. He had gone down on her. Tony rarely went down there and never for long. But David made a meal of her, he went on about how sweet she tasted, and how good her pussy felt. He seemed to istanbul escort love eating her and making her squirm.

Just as she was approaching orgasm, another couple walked in. But David didn’t stop. And she didn’t stop him. The intruders just stood there and watched the show. She watched them devour her with their eyes. She was naked with her legs spread open. Her body was on display, so was her need for release. Her most intimate self was there, nothing was hidden or held back, not physically or emotionally.

Sam remembered how she locked eyes with the strange girl. How her boyfriend ran both hands under her shirt and started to massage her breasts while the two of them watched Sam slide ever closer to orgasm. They wanted her, they both wanted her, and she loved it. She had always had exhibitionist fantasies, but this was her first actual experience.

It was so dirty and so hot, and David knew what he was doing; she remembered how she came so hard. She also remembered that as she came off the orgasmic high, she felt him rubbing her crease with his cock. He was slowly sliding it through her lips and pressing it harder and harder against her clit. It felt so delicious as he rubbed it deeper and deeper into the folds of her folds. Then it struck her like lightning, he was about to fuck her.

Sam slid her fingers through her dampening folds as she remembered the feel of David. As she had so many times before, she used her fingers to mimic the feeling of his cock rubbing against her. She slipped a finger into herself as she continued to relive the night.

Even as she felt the tip of David’s cock pressing on her, Tony’s face had flashed in her mind. She had panicked at the thought of another man having her. She pushed David away. The poor guy looked so confused and disappointed. But he did not get angry. He stroked her face and said, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”

She felt guilty about stopping him, he looked so deflated. She had badly wanted David, but she just couldn’t let herself fuck him. Still, she wanted a physical connection, she wanted to please him.

With only a little hesitation, she took him into her mouth. She had done this for Tony many times and didn’t mind doing it, but this was different. She wanted David in her mouth. She was not doing this for David, she was doing it for herself. She wanted to be ravished, she wanted to make him lose control. She wanted to be wanted. And unlike the previous blow jobs she had given, she wanted David’s cum.

As she took in David’s member, she repositioned herself on so that her ass was in the air pointing at the voyeuristic couple. She spread her legs, giving them an unobstructed view of her pussy. She heard a moan; she momentarily left David’s cock and looked back. She saw that the girl was bent forward and being taken from behind. As they fucked, their eyes were fixed on her and David. She remembered how deliciously exposed and slutty she had felt.

She took David deep into her throat and alternately swirled her tongue around his nearly purple head. Soon, David groaned that he was going to cum. Sam pulled back in with her mouth open; she stroked him a few times until he exploded. Normally, she did not like cum in her mouth, but she welcomed it that night. David shot a huge load that not only filled her mouth but her face and breasts as well. When he was done, David collapsed onto his back.

Covered in cum, Sam turned and sat spread-eagled in front of the other couple. She brazenly masturbated for them as they fucked. Without a word, the girl motioned for Sam to come to her. Sam shook her head no and continued to pleasure herself. Sam orgasmed with the couple. When they were done, the girl walked up to Sam, who was still sitting on the floor. She bent down and briefly kissed Sam on the lips. The couple then dressed without a word and walked out.

She and David attempted awkward conversation as they dressed. He had asked her for her phone number. She didn’t give it.

Still watching Tony, Sam asked herself, “What was it now, 15 years ago?”

Her mind often went back to that night with David. She could still feel him pressing against her. She still remembered his mouth on her. She could still remember the smell of him; she could still almost taste him again. After all this time the memory still made her feel guilty, and it also still never failed to arouse her. Memories of that night had so often fueled her late-night self-gratification.

She often dreamed that she had not stopped David. Sometimes she dreamt the other boy took her from behind. Sometimes Sam even fantasized about the strange girl going down on her while her boyfriend brought her to orgasm. Sam treasured that night as the most erotic of her life.

She was very wet now and rubbing herself in earnest.

She silently slipped out of bed and removed her T-shirt and panties. She went to Tony and pressed against him as he stood at the sink. She kissed his shoulders as her arms istanbul escort bayan reached around and caressed his chiseled pecs. He wiped the shaving cream off his face, turned around and hugged her tightly.

“Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?” He then gave her a quick kiss.

Her arms went around his neck, and she pulled her naked body against his. She gave him a much more intense kiss. “I woke up feeling a little frisky.”

With a sly smile, she added, “Can you help a girl out?”

He extricated himself from her embrace, “Sorry, babe, no can do. I have an early meeting and just barely have enough time to get a workout in before.” He kissed her on the top of her head, “maybe tonight.” With that, he began dressing.

She was disappointed but sadly, not surprised. Tony had become increasingly distant over the last year. She was sure Tony was losing interest in her. She told herself not to worry about it, that it was normal for married couples to slow down after so many years. But then again, he was around a lot of women and women liked him a lot.

The worrisome voice in the deepest part of her mind added, “And he had strayed before…” A hint of sadness came over her. She took a deep breath and pushed the negative thoughts back to the recesses of her mind. The pesky voice was nagging at her more and more lately. That’s why this weekend needed to be special.

She asked, “Will you be home early tonight? Don’t forget Randy and Hanna are picking us up tomorrow morning at 9 AM, and we will have to drop the boys off at your mom’s first.”

Tony grumbled, “I’ll do the best I can to get home early, but I’m not making any promises. I got a lot of crap to get done before we leave for the trip.” With that, he grabbed his gym bag and left.

Randy was Tony’s older brother and business partner. Hanna was Randy’s wife and Samantha’s best friend. She and Hanna spent a lot of time together. The husbands joked that they were joined at the hip. The four of them socialized a couple of times a week. Beyond that, Sam and Hanna shopped together, worked out together, attended yoga classes together, and just generally hung out together.

Sam knew she would be lost without Hanna. Hanna was her spark plug; she was 100 pounds of sass and mischievous energy. Hanna had once told her that her motto was “Life without limits.” True to that, there wasn’t much Hanna would not try or say. Sam often found Hanna to be a challenge, but she was also responsible for so much of her laughter.

The foursome traveled a lot together as well. But the trip to the lake this weekend was especially important to Sam. It was a chance for her and Tony to reconnect. It was a chance for Sam to make him see her not just as a mom, but as a woman.

At Hanna’s urging, the two women had made a pact to have some fun with the boys this weekend. As Hanna put it, “They were going to flirt and tease and get their sexy on until the boys lost it.” They both agreed the boys needed to be reminded of how lucky they were. Sam was determined to make Tony see her as sexy again.

Sam and Hanna had bought new very tiny thong bikinis for the occasion. Sam had no doubt it would catch Tony’s attention. For that matter, Randy would be getting an eye full of her too. She had caught Randy checking her out a few times over the years and she honestly kind of got a thrill from it. So, if Randy wanted to stare at her ass in her new little thong, so be it. She also knew Tony would love checking Hanna out too.

In addition to the swimsuits, Sam and Hanna had a lot of fun buying some fancy lingerie for the trip as well. Sam wasn’t usually into slutty lingerie, but Hanna insisted that they treat this trip like a second honeymoon. Sam liked that Hanna was pushing her out of her comfort zone. She needed it, and besides, she felt pretty sexy in the stuff.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She would not have said it out loud, but she had to admit that she liked what she saw. She was a classic leggy blonde. She had started dying her hair blonde more than 20 years ago, and the color suited her. It framed a pretty face lit up by gray-blue eyes. At 5 -10″ and 135 pounds, she had a lean and athletic build. But there was nothing boyish about her. She had long muscular legs that led to a tight ass, and hourglass hips. Her full round C cup breasts were still holding their own against gravity as they rested just above a flat tummy with just a hint of ab definition.

She got more than her share of attention from men, and She liked it when their eyes were all over her. Sometimes she even encouraged it. When she was feeling frisky, she sometimes wore no underwear under her tight little yoga shorts at the gym. She knew it showed a hint of Camel Toe and that aroused her. She loved Tony and would never cheat, but having strange men want her provided something she needed that Tony was ignoring.

A she studied herself, her eyes traveled down to the pronounced curve of escort istanbul her hips. She turned and checked out her butt. She smiled, the years of yoga and working out had paid dividends. She turned, and her eyes drifted to the thick black expanse of hair between her legs.

She thought to herself, “Tony had said maybe tonight. Well, I’ll have a little surprise for him.” She imagined herself bald down there. Then a tinge of nervousness washed over her. Hanna was coming over this morning!

Sam couldn’t believe that she let Hanna talk her into this morning’s little escapade. When they were trying on swimsuits together, Sam had tried on a tiny thong that left a lot of hair sticking out. A little embarrassed, Sam had admitted to Hanna that she needed a trim down there.

With a grin, Hanna said, “With a suit that tiny you are going to be more than a trim, you will have to clear cut the whole forest.”

Sam had seen Hanna naked many times and smirked, “That’s a problem you don’t have.”

“That’s the way Randy likes it.” Hanna added, “Me too, for that matter.”

In a conspiratorial whisper, Sam asked, “Seriously, why do you go all porn star down there?”

Hanna leaned in and whispered, “Honestly, it’s about the sex. Randy does not like hair in his mouth when he goes down on me, and it really feels better bare down there anyway. ”

Hanna then asked, “I guess Tony likes you natural?”

Sam shrugged, and her gaze found the floor. “He doesn’t really care. He’s not much into oral. I mean he likes to get it, just not give it.”

“Tell you what sweetie, you have to get trimmed up anyway, why not surprise him and go Brazilian?”

Sam looked doubtful.

Hanna added, “It might just bring him around. After all, we said we were going to go full-on sexy this trip!”

Sam thought about it for a moment, “You know what, it couldn’t hurt. I’ll do it.” She then asked, “Where do you go to get it done?”

Hanna replied, “There are a couple different places I go to depending on my mood, but usually I just do it myself.”

Hanna saw a pensive look spread across Sam’s face.

Sam said, “It would be weird to have a strange person messing around down there, but I don’t think I can do it myself.”

Hanna was surprised, “You mean, you’ve never cut your pubic hair?”

Sam blushed, “Of course I’ve trimmed it with the scissors. I just haven’t ever taken it all off.”

Hanna gave Sam a devilish grin, “What the hell, I could use a touch up anyway, so let’s do each other!”

Sam blurted out, “Are you crazy! That’s just weird.”

Hanna chuckled, “Oh, grow up, it’s just hair. It won’t be that bad.”

Sam wasn’t sure how or why, but somehow, she agreed. That afternoon, it just seemed like a crazy lark, but now reality sort of set in.

Hanna Comes to Call

Hanna stood at Sam’s front door fighting back near panic. She was practically nauseous from the combination of excitement, fear, and nerves. She tried to calm herself, “It’s only Sam, she’s your best friend in the world, and there is nothing to be nervous about.”

Still, Hanna had had so many fantasies about being with a woman, and especially with Sam. Although she knew that Sam was straight and nothing was going to happen between them, she could not help but feel excited at the thought of touching Sam so intimately and wondered what would happen if she tried. She asked herself, “What if Sam is into being touched?”

She dismissed the thought, slowed down her breathing, and rang the doorbell.

Sam answered the door in a big fluffy bathrobe. She gave Hanna a smile that did not completely disguise the awkwardness she felt. “Hi, Hanna. I ran the boys over to their soccer camp and just got out of the shower.”

Trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach, Hanna mustered as much confidence as she could and said, “Perfect, are you ready to get started?”

Looking away, Sam admitted, “I’m a little nervous and a little scared.”

“Of what?”

Sam pulled her robe tight around her, “From what I’ve heard the waxing is gonna hurt like hell, plus it’s going to be weird having you poking around down there.”

Hanna grinned at Sam and said, “It doesn’t hurt all that bad, and I promise I won’t poke anything.”

Sam returned Hanna’s smile, “Funny, that’s what Tony said our first time. I was sure I was going to get pregnant.”

Hanna placed her hand on Sam’s shoulder, looked her in the eye, and solemnly reassured her, “Baby, no matter what, you have my word that I won’t get you pregnant.”

“Ya, Tony said that too.”

They both laughed, and the banter seemed to release the tension from both of them.

Sam asked, “So where do you think we should do this?”

Hanna replied, “Let’s throw some towels on the bed. It’s the right height, and you’ll be comfortable.”

“I don’t think comfortable is going to happen.”

Hanna took Sam’s hand and led her upstairs. “Trust me, you might even like it.”

Sam giggled, “Yup, Tony said that too.”

Sam spread a couple of towels on the bed while Hanna got her supplies ready. When everything was set up, Hanna looked at Sam and said, “It’s the moment of truth, take off your robe and lay down.”

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It is my favorite game. The game I like to play with every woman I bring home.

I meet them in bars, in clubs, at receptions – wherever. We talk, we flirt. And at some point in our conversation, something always clicks. And we both know we’re going to spend the night together. Naked. Having sex.

On the way home – on the sidewalk, in the taxi – we feel each other’s excitement, anticipation, nervousness. We don’t talk much. Quietly ponder what it will be like.

Inside my flat, we immediately begin to undress each other. Soon we are completely naked, kissing and caressing in my hallway. I feel the warmth of her breath as she gasps softly against my skin.

“Come here,” I whisper.

I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Naked, we lie close together in my bed. And looking into her eyes, I see the familiar hesitation. It’s always there – in the eyes of every woman I bring home. After all, I am a complete stranger to her. She cannot know what I like – what I’m going to do to her. Will I be gentle – or will I turn out to be a twisted pervert? She doesn’t know – and the thought makes her uneasy. But I can tell she also finds it arousing.

I kiss her again. Letting my tongue play with hers – greedily – I grab her breast, squeezing it, making her squirm and moan. My hands caress her body – eventually feeling the fuzzy triangle between her thighs. She gasps into my open mouth. As I begin to play with her clit, I feel her entire body relaxing with a deep sigh of pleasure. I massage the tiny button, feeling it swell and harden – feeling her juices flow around my fingers. She writhes almost imperceptibly, savoring the sensual pleasure. I gently push two fingertips into her slippery cunt.

“Mmm!” she moans.

I listen to the tiny, wet sounds of her juicy crevice as my fingers move slowly in and out between her labia. My cock is throbbing, hardening against her soft, warm thigh. I bend over and kiss her pussy, tasting her delicious juices. My fingers slip out of her slit, massaging her hardened clit as I force my fat tongue into her cunt. I thrust it back and forth, still masturbating her.

“Oh!” she cries. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Not missing a beat, I reach into a drawer in my nightstand and take out my latex dildo. Her eyes widen as she sees it. I know what she’s thinking: What kind of single istanbul escort man owns a vibrator? A man who likes to have sex. A man who cares about female pleasure.

Keeping my tongue inside her cunt, I place the tip of the vibrator on her hard, little clit – and turn it on.

“Ooh!” she gasps in surprise.

The sex toy buzzes loudly right next to my ear. Pushing my tongue into her cunt, I keep slurping up her juices as the vibrator stimulates her clit, making her thighs tremble with pleasure. She squirms and whimpers. And eventually I feel her muscles tensing up as the orgasm hits her.

“Ah!” she yells.

Her entire body quivers in ecstasy. Juices gush into my mouth. I swallow, tasting the intoxicating flavor of female pleasure.

My cock is fully erect now, twitching impatiently. I don’t even wait for her orgasm to subside. Dropping the vibrator on the floor, I force her legs apart and place myself between her thighs. And with one powerful thrust I bury my hard shaft inside her trembling cunt.

“Aaah!” she cries.

I begin to thrust immediately. Long, slow strokes, plowing through the soft, wet flesh of her pussy. I feel it wrapped around my cock, clenching my shaft. Her trembling hands grab my buttocks, urging me on.

“Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I increase the rhythm, plunging deeper into her succulent hole. Gasping with pleasure she throws her head back and spreads her legs wide, allowing me to penetrate her again and again. Whimpering and shaking, she’s already on the verge of another climax.

“Oh!” she cries. “Aaah! Yes!”

Moaning in ecstasy, she arches her back as the orgasm surges through her. My cock twitches and jumps inside her cunt as my favorite game is about to begin.

“Unh!” I grunt. “Yes.”

I hold still, as my cock begins to ejaculate inside her. One spurt, two spurts. Then I pull out to let her watch. Her eyes widen as a long, white jet of semen shoots across her naked skin, spattering her belly and her breasts.

“Ooh,” she coos.

I fire again. And again. Trembling with pleasure I watch my swollen cock pumping hot streaks of spunk across her gorgeous body.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

As if it is over now. That’s part of my favorite game. Letting her think that this was it. But the game istanbul escort bayan is only about to begin.

I grab my cock at the root, plunge it back into her pussy and begin thrusting. She whimpers. I keep going, enjoying the look of confusion on her face. Because I know what she’s thinking: Is that just the last remains of my erection – will I soon go soft again? But as I keep fucking her, my cock as hard as ever, I hear her gasps of surprise:

“Ohmigod. Oh! Oh!”

I grab her wrists with both hands, pinning her to my bed as I fuck and fuck. Whimpering with pleasure, she feels my hard shaft hammering into her slippery cunt. Now she knows what it feels like – to be a part of my favorite game.

“Yeah?” I gasp. “You like that? Yeah?”

“Aaah!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me!”

She’s so loud that all the neighbors can hear her. But she doesn’t care. And neither do I. All that matters now is to keep fucking. To make her come again. And again.

I grunt from the strain as I keep burying my cock inside her, pushing her ever closer to another orgasm.

“Come on!” I urge. “Come on!”

“Yeeeah!” she cries. “I’m coming!”

She writhes lasciviously on my bed as the orgasm surges through her. She is so beautiful in her ecstasy. So beautiful that it only takes a few more thrusts to make me come again. This time I pull out of her cunt immediately and kneel between her thighs as my cock begins to ejaculate.

“Aaah!” I yell. “Aaah!”

My shaft jumps and twitches a few times before any semen comes out. But when it does, it shoots all the way across her sweaty body, hitting her left cheek. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to catch the next spurt. My cock keep firing – long, hot jets of creamy spunk.

Before my ejaculation even subsides, I grab my cock by the root and enter her again. Summoning all my strength, I begin thrusting deep into her quivering cunt. I’m sweating now – drops of perspiration rain down on her naked skin. She sobs.

“No!” she protests. “Wait. I can’t …”

“Yes!” I gasp, out of breath. “Yes, you can! Feel my cock inside you. I’m gonna make you come again.”

She closes her eyes, whimpering. Because she knows I’m right. We’re playing my favorite game. And I make the rules.

The two of us are a hot, sweaty escort istanbul mess right now. Only hours ago we were complete strangers, but now – possessed by a frenzy of animal lust, we grab and thrust at one another in a breathless quest for more arousal, more pleasure, more orgasms.

Her arms flail wildly across my bed, her trembling fingers feverishly clutching at the bed sheet. She squeals and sobs – indecipherable words, as if she’s speaking in tongues. I’m out of my mind with lust. My cock is so erect it’s painful – and I keep thrusting and thrusting it into her slippery, velvet pussy. I rotate my hips – hitting her cunt at a slightly different angle each time. I hear myself roaring with ecstasy. She bites her lips, looking up at the sex-crazed monster I have become.

“Ohmigoood,” she squeals. “You’re gonna make me come again!”

Grabbing her hips, I slam against her in a hard, frenzied rhythm.

“Yes!” I grunt. “Yes! Yes! Come on! Come on!”

Droplets of sweat fly from my skin. And just as I realize I’m unable to hold back my orgasm, I feel her coming as well. Arching her back, she presses her pelvis up against my thrusting cock.

“Aaah!” we scream in unison. “Aaah!”

She wraps her sweaty arms around me, grabbing me with amazing force. My third ejaculation feels like a painful cramp – it is as if I simply can’t come anymore. How can I? It’s just not possible. My shaft tenses up, long and hard inside her climaxing pussy. And then – finally – I feel the blessed release, as my cock begins jerking in orgasm.

“Ohhh!” I yell. “Ohhh!”

At first I think I’ve emptied myself completely – that I have no more spunk left. My cock just jumps desperately inside her succulent cunt. But finally I feel the first spurt of semen shooting from the depths of my balls up through the hurting shaft.

“Aaah!” I cry. “Yesss!”

She sobs helplessly as she feels me coming, grips me even tighter. I empty my spunk into her, as I feel her own orgasm shaking her entire beautiful frame.

And then – I realize it’s over.

I can’t go on. For a while, my cock stays hard inside her, but slowly it begins growing soft. My favorite game has come to an end. For now.

We lick the sweat off each other’s faces. She tastes salty, yet sweet. We kiss and stroke each other’s hair.

“Wow,” she finally whispers.

“Yeah,” I reply. “That was fucking amazing.”

We kiss again, our tongues greedily playing with each other. She sighs contentedly. We lie arm in arm on my bed, trying to catch our breath.

It’s my favorite game. My favorite game in the entire world.

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Hi Friends… I am Sumi… I thank you all for the tremendous response and the excellent praise for the two real-life encounters already posted by me. A majority of those who praised me have requested me to tell vividly about my first night experience. Though I first thought it to be very personal, and did not want to share this with my readers, because of the overwhelming demand through the mails that I have been receiving of late, I am pleased to post it for your reading pleasure, friends. Do please drop me a mail if you liked it!

On the nuptial night, after making all the ceremonious rites, we were asked to enter the room; first he entered alone, and after getting the ‘aashirvad’ from my parents and parents-in-law, I entered the room with a silver pot containing some flavoured milk, as was the custom in typical south-Indian families. The door was bolted from outside, and by way of abundant caution, I bolted it from inside too!

I reached the decorated cot and just stood there looking down and blushing… my hubby, though we had met and talked many times before, and have even gone outing quite a few times, looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time, and slowly got up and places his shoulders on my shoulders… I placed the milk pot on the bed stand and I slowly bent down and touched his feet (again, as was the custom); he gently raised me and touched my face and kissed gently on my cheek and made me sit on the cot. Once seated, he started kissing my eyes and told me that he had been waiting for such an occasion since the day one we had met! We were just looking at each other; he took my hands and covered them with his hands and pulled me closer to him. I did feel very shy, but he re-assured me that he would be very gentle, and if I felt so tired, we could just talk for some time and retire to bed… to which I smiled and asked if he was really that tired to sleep. He winked and with a naughty smile said that he would be damn tired after some time, and asked me whether I got his point.

I just nodded my head up and down, and stretched my arms to fetch the milk pot from the bed stand and poured the contents in a silver glass and gave it to him. He took that glass from me and came near me, brushing his thighs against mine, (we were dressed in silk clothes) and took a sip of milk from it, came near me, bent down and took my face in his hands, gently kissed my lips and poured the milk into my mouth… and asked me to gulp it. I went berserk though it was not the first kiss I got from him… he had kissed me quite a few times, after our engagement, whenever we were alone either at home or whenever we went out in his car. But, this first kiss after getting married, did do wonders which I cannot put in words. Even after a gap of about four years, the moment I think of the first night, I become so excited and I wish, we had such an occasion every night for years to come.

I drank the milk and again, he repeated the act, and asked me to drink it again. After I did, he asked me to take a sip from the glass, and reciprocated the act, which I readily obliged… and it was the first kiss that I prompted from my side! It felt so wonderful… and while slowly transferring the liquid, I felt his hands gently hugging me around my shoulders and I slowly moved in to enjoy his touch. He was in a ‘dhoti’ and I was in a ‘saree’ and we were just hugging each other, without parting our lips, and just sucking on each other’s lips… and I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, parting my lips… and I allowed him to… while sucking on his tongue, I felt his hands trying to slip under the ‘pallu’ of the saree to feel my hips, and breasts… I moved a little to give him some space so that he might easily slip in his hands… and I tried to hug him tight… His lips slowly traced a wet line on my cheeks, travelled down to my chin, and then to my neck, and licked my neck for some time, enjoying the sweet fragrance (emanating because of the special precautions taken by me for the event), and his hands were busy massaging my breasts and smooth buttocks… without removing any piece of our clothing. I just remained passive, my eyes kept tightly shut, simply enjoying the pleasure of his touch and pressure… and a gentle escaped my mouth… He looked up and asked me to open my eyes… and suggested that we should strip each other… I was waiting for his orders… and though I was excited and nervous, I was too eager to comply with his suggestion and simply expressed my acceptance.

I was trembling with excitement, and eager as this was the first time I am going to expose my body, (even my mother had not seen me without any clothes, whenever I requested for her help to shampoo my hair or rub my back at the time of bathing – I would hide my body in a towel, or at least there would be my bras and panties) completely surrender to a man, and would be seeing a nude male, all live! Things that we used to discuss among friends when we were in college istanbul escort kept on ringing in the back of my mind… and I just could not hide my nervousness and excitement.

My hubby (I would like to address him Navneet) slowly removed the saree off my shoulders, and let it fall down and the portion which was inserted into the petticoat was pulled off and he took it off entirely from my body. I was standing before him in my petticoat, and my blouse. He gently whistled, and hugged me once again, and I could feel something bulging between his legs… (believe me, I have never felt it before… he had never insisted in exploring our privates whenever we went outing… we would simply kiss for a few seconds!) He asked me to hug him tightly… and remove his dhoti and shirt too… I was more than willing to do it, but as advised by my mom, I acted that I was a bit reluctant and made him persuade me in going ahead, and I gently tugged at his dhoti, and started unbuttoning his shirt… and remove it off his body. His dhoti fell at his feet, and he was standing before me in his briefs, just sporting an obviously big bulge. He pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another hurdle is also removed. Off went my blouse too, leaving me standing in my lacy bra and panties!

He took me in his arms and held me close to him. My breasts pressed into his chest. His chest massaged my breasts. I began to get turned on heavily. Suddenly I noticed that I have pressed my pubic bone against his thigh, and I hadn’t even noticed when I did it! Navneet’s hand found its way all the way around my back, under my arms and pressed against the edge of my breasts. His other hand began to work its way to my ass.

‘Aththan (my love),’ I said firmly.

He moved the hand away from my ass, but didn’t move the one near my breast. Again I felt his hardness and my pubic bone pressed against his thigh. I felt wet between my legs. My head was against his and I was breathing harder on his ear. He holds me tighter and our bodies seem to melt together. He then put his arm around me and kissed me again. I kissed him back. We lay back on the bed. He untied the snap of my bra and pushes it aside. His hand slid inside my bra cups and caressed my breasts. He squeezed it gently. We both started to breathe deeper. He played with my nipple. I haven’t felt this much like a woman in years! He pulled the bra down over my shoulders, exposing my milk white breasts. He looked at my breasts and I can tell he liked what he saw. My heart began to race. Breathing was difficult. I am lying on a bed showing my naked breasts to MY man! He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. GOD, THAT FELT SO GOOD! His tongue ran circles around my hard pink nipple.

‘Ooooohhhhhhh!’, I moaned out loud.

He muffled the sound from my mouth with his mouth planting a wet, passionate kiss, and went ahead in tormenting my nipples…

On his persuasion, I put my hand in the top of his briefs and found his hard dick. My fingers encircled it. It was quite huge. I didn’t know if I would be able to take it inside me. His hips began to move. He stood up at the end of the bed and pulled me to a standing position. He then turned me around and backed me up to him and put his arms around me. Each hand found a tit and squeezed it. I looked into the full-length mirror and saw my man playing with my tits. The only thing I had on is a pair of white bikini panties WHAT A TURN ON it was! He squeezed my tits, pulled and twisted my nipples. I was tingling all over. He turned me around again. He got on his knees in front of me and slid my white bikini panties to the floor. I stepped out of them. He rubbed my legs from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips. He slid a finger into my very hot pussy and moved it in and out. My heart was racing again! He then slid another finger inside, then another. I couldn’t get my breath! His other hand found my clit and began massaging it. I just couldn’t help moaning, ‘Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!’

He kissed my hairy triangle, which I had trimmed that morning… and he suggested that he would like me to shave it off and keep it bald. I agreed, and that’s the way I keep it to date. You know, I had (and I would always like) to keep my hubby happy and pleased.

I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers are delivering on my pussy and my hubby asked me whether it hurts me or is it painful… to which I answered in the negative. On this reply he felt reassured and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in… and I did feel a sharp pain… and somewhat a ticklish sensation. I told him so, and he told me about the hymen and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it. There was a sense of appreciation and he asked me with a bit of surprise in his voice that I had never masturbated before marriage. I answered in the istanbul escort bayan negative again, though I told him that I had played with my pussy but never allowed my fingers nor anything else to enter inside it, as I had reserved it for my ‘beloved future husband’… and smiled passionately at him.

I asked him how often would he play with his tool and he said, since the day our engagement was finalised, he had used to play with his dick at least twice a day, thinking of me! I felt really happy… and asked him, had he really thought of me alone or any one else would just barge in on his fantasy… to which he somewhat with a flush admitted that either Aish or Sushmita would try to make his mind waver a bit… but he would brush them aside and concentrate on my face. Don’t you think I am quite lucky to have him as my hubby?

He brought his face licking all the way down from my breasts, reaching my bellybutton, flat tummy, soft underbelly, and reached my most sensitive area… where no one ever had any access till now!

‘Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!’

He kissed my hairy triangle. I put my hands on his head. His tongue found the crack between my wet pussy lips. I spread my legs to give him easier access to my most private area. His tongue reached my clit and licked gently it. My knees got weak and began to tremble. He sucked my clit into his mouth. I look into the mirror to get a better view of MY man on his knees sucking my pussy.

‘Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!’ I thrust my pussy into his face. I lost all inhibitions and I was just moaning with pleasure… He asked me whether I liked what he did to me… and would I like to do him what he does to me… that is to reciprocate the pleasure. I was too eager to please him, and I asked him what I should do to please him… but indeed begged him not to stop what he has been doing. I could sense a triumphant smile on his face, and he slowly straightened himself, removed his face from my pussy and took hold of my hands and pressed them against the bulge at the crotch of his brief. I felt somewhat shy and gently hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his brief and tugged it down… and ‘plop’ was the sound and his cock popped out like a serpent. That was the first time I saw a LIVE cock, hanging (rather poking up straight in the air) between the legs of an adult male… I had bathed my nephew (who was just two-three years old) but never seen even a teen-aged cock, in flesh and blood. I was really thrilled to see it alive and longed to touch it.

I slowly circled my hands around it and felt it really hot and it throbbed as if it had a heart of its own which was pumping blood. I could not believe myself… I was mesmerised. He slowly smiled and asked me, “Sumi, this is the only treasure that I have for you now! Take it, my honey… Do whatever you would like to do with it… It is not mine, it is yours from this day… I cease to be the rightful owner of it from now; and I endorse every right to you, my Kannamma (a sweet pleasantry in Tamil for ‘sweetheart’).”

I was very pleased to listen to those sweet words… and gently kissed the tip of the cock… and he took hold of my cheeks in his palms, and gently bent down and kissed me on my lips.

I asked him, “May I suck your cock?”

He said, “Yes, my dear… I would suggest, though it would be erotic to address it as ‘cock’, and yours as ‘pussy’, would it not give a sensational and erotic thinking if we address them as ‘gopalakrishna’ and ‘radha’ respectively… so that even when people are around, we can talk about our respective assets and enjoy when they think that we are talking about someone?”

I returned a sexy smile, and nodded… and said, “Okay, let me kiss Gopalakrishna and bathe him with my saliva, while you take care of your Radha,” and kissed ‘him’ once again with fervour. He suggested that we would do that simultaneously, and lie down on his back and he slowly made me sit on his face, and asked me to bend down and kiss Gopalakrishna so that we were tasting each other simultaneously…

Navneet put his hands on my head and moved my head closer to Gopalakrishna. I kissed the head lightly. I moved my mouth down the shaft and kissed the sides of this magnificent member. He used a little more force with his hands and moved my head back in front of his dick and pushed it against my mouth. I opened my mouth and he slowly inched in inside. His tasted somewhat strange and I could not exactly identify the taste… though I liked it… it was somewhat salty, musky, and smelt like something I have never experienced. Indeed, I have never experienced this before… He didn’t taste bad at all. As a matter of fact, he tasted real good. (I think my heart will burst out of my chest even now, when I think of that night, dear reader.) Soon the whole head was inside my mouth and I sucked and moved my head back and forth. It felt quite strange having a dick in my mouth. Navneet put more escort istanbul pressure on my head with his hands and his dick moved to the back of my mouth. He asked me whether I felt any difficult or I was uncomfortable… and I had to fight not to gag. Now it was going in even deeper. I moved my head back just to get my breath. I sucked hard, hoping he would not want it to go in deeper.

Navneet was moaning. ‘Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!’ He liked it! I changed my mind and took as much as I can into my mouth. I only managed to get about half of its length inside. I continued to move my head back to the tip and then back as deep as I can go. I sucked enthusiastically. One time when I am going as deep as I can, Navneet pressed my head and the entire length goes down my throat! I couldn’t breath! I moved my head back to take a breath then he pushed it back down again. This time it was easier. I didn’t know I could take a dick so far down my throat. He asked me use my tongue on it and lick around the sides and suck it at the same time so that he could enjoy it fully… and he started to attack my pussy.

He slowly licked the whole length of my pussy, starting from the place where the crack started and reached my clit and dabbed his tongue on the bud a few times and circled it round and round and gentled sucked it in. While he did the sucking with his lips, his tongue was busy licking the crack and he was pushing his tongue inside deeper and deeper with every lick. He stopped for a second, raised his head, and patted on my fleshy bottom, and I stopped sucking his rod and looked at him. He told me, “No wonder, Radha is tasting so sweet and smells so fragrant. Because, Radha belongs to my sweet Sumi. I think, I am not going to stop devouring me and my tongue and lips would become sore by morning.” and continued his feasting. I could not control my passion, and I trembled… I took hold of Gopalakrishna in my hands, and started inserting him deeper into my mouth and started sucking him again with more vigour and I felt his hairy balls and massaged him slowly and gently. I had read in books (and when we friends at college discuss about men’s anatomy just to pass time) that the balls are very sensitive in a man’s body and they are very ‘fragile’ so fearing not to hurt him, I was very soft and gentle in handling his most precious treasure.

This went on for a few minutes and he stopped licking his ‘Radha’ and told me that I must stop sucking him immediately otherwise he might come in my mouth… and he said, he was not ready for this to happen so he asked me to quit sucking his dick and take one of his hairy balls into my mouth and suck. I did so, and he said the time has come to take him into me and to become united… I was too ready for that. I wanted his tongue badly on my pussy… I was also flooding and my pussy was so wet and sticky; I knew he had made me cum so much… I asked him did he really liked my cum… and he said with a passionate kiss on my lips that I indeed tasted so sweet and to check for myself. Yes, I did taste so sweet… which I tasted from his mouth. Was he not too lucky to have me as his wife?

I stood up and walked over to the bed again and lied down. He lied beside me and we kissed for a while again. I can feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reached down and took his still hard dick in my hand. I pumped up and down. I then moved my hand to his balls and cupped them and squeezed gently. He sucked on my hard pink nipples. We were both now out of control. It was very hot in the room. May be because we were very HOT… Navneet moved down between my legs and his tongue found the opening of my pussy and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I went wild with excitement. He began to rub my pussy while he is still sucking and I went crazy! He stopped and lied me on my back and got over me. At last, We were going to do it. He straddled me on all fours and looked down at me.

‘What do you want me to do now?’ he asked… and told me to talk something dirty to make the day (rather night) a memorable one… which would linger on our memory till we breath our last….

‘I want you to put it inside me.’

‘You mean that you want me to fuck you?’

‘Yes, I want you to fuck me.’

‘Well, you must ask me nice.’

‘Please don’t tease me. Fuck me. Please, Aththan, Please fuck me.’

I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me. He lowered himself on me and I took his hard dick in my hand and guided it to my waiting pussy. It touched my opening and he stopped.

‘Please, Aththan, I really want you to fuck me.’

He slowly eased his huge cock into my very hot cunt and I felt a sharp pain when it stopped just barely a few centimetres inside me. He tried to push it in… but it would not enter any more… though I felt my hold to be very wet and slippery… and the pain was really unbearable… I begged him not to push any more and he stopped.. he was really concerned about my comfort… and asked me whether he should pull it out…]

I said, “Please wait, Aththan, let Radha try to accommodate Gopalakrishna… slowly and sssssssssteadddily push it in.. aaah ahhhhh mmmmmmaaaa ohhhh….”

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I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her closely. My now firm cock was nestled warmly in between her thighs. I sucked on her neck, she loved that, and she began to squirm, drawing my attention back to my tingling erection as her legs slid over and squeezed it. She let out a soft sigh as my head parted her soft pussy lips, allowing my shaft to slide into her waiting hole. I slowly worked my penis in and out of her, wanting this to last for a long time, to feel the joy our union created.

After several minutes of slow love making she suddenly slid off of my rod, turned around and pounced on me, dragging me to the wet floor of the shower. She wiggled around on top of me until I was once again firmly embedded deep inside her. She knew me well, as this was my favorite position. I loved having her on top of me, breasts bouncing in my face so I could play with them as I pleased. I wrapped my arms around her and we embraced in a wonderful kiss, letting the moment linger before continuing with the thrusting. I felt the familiar tingle of an approaching orgasm and began to thrust harder, faster and deeper. At the same time we both exploded in an intense orgasm and collapsed in the bottom of the tub. Our warm, wet bodies shuddering against each other and tingling from the hot shower water raining down on us. She sighed and buried her head in my chest while I ran my hands up and down her smooth back. A few moments later she kissed me and giggled. I smiled and we both got up and rinsed off before stepping out of the shower.

As she bent over to dry off her legs I couldn’t resist giving her sexy ass a playful whip with my towel. In response she gave me a whip with her towel then took off, leading me on a wild chase around the house. As I turned the corner into the bedroom she leapt out of nowhere, tackled me to the ground and gave me a playful nip. Knowing her secret weakness I began to tickle her without mercy, causing her to squirm violently. I used this opportunity to lead her on a chase of my own and dashed out of the room, nearly tripped running down the stairs and hopped over the back of the couch in the living room and hid behind it. The next thing I know she has once istanbul escort again pinned me to the ground, but this time she made sure I couldn’t tickle her. She began to tease me by rubbing her crotch against mine, and I stared lustfully into her lovely green eyes. She groped my erection and fondled my balls, then said “Why don’t we go rack up a game of pool?” as she rubbed her breasts.

She had already gotten up and gone downstairs to the pool table, so I had no choice but to follow the little tease. I saw her bending over while she put the balls in the rack, just slightly flashing her pussy to me, as we were still in the nude. She let me break and I got to be solids. As we played she always bent over to shoot in a way that gave me and excellent view of cleavage, so I wasn’t able to concentrate well on my game and she easily beat me. She tauntingly slid her cue between her legs, causing my erection to swell some more. She gazed at my member and gave me a wink then licked her lips. Suddenly she was on her knees sucking my cock. I gasped in surprise as her wet lips first enveloped my dick, taking it in deeper and deeper until my full length was down her throat. She was very skilled in the art of cock sucking, giving me more pleasure than I thought could be possible. I could only hold out from this expert pleasuring for five minutes, and I then had an incredible orgasm, shooting my seed down her throat. She greedily sucked down every last drop.

I looked down into her eyes and she noticed a glint in my eyes as I smiled. I picked her up and sat her on the pool table, then began to fondle and suck on her breasts. With her crotch pressed against my leg I could feel a warm wetness where we touched. I closed my eyes, sighed and licked my lips. I was going to thoroughly enjoy pleasuring her waiting pussy. I slowly ran my tongue in-between her breasts and down her stomach. She trembled as I gave her navel a kiss, then my tongue continued its journey to her crotch. I let my tongue softly brush against her swollen clit but continued to trace it around her snatch. I then kissed and rubbed her inner thighs, making her moan. She grabbed my head and pulled it istanbul escort bayan into her pussy, not being able to take any more teasing punishment. I happily lapped up the sweet juices dripping down her lips, and inserted the tip of my tongue into her soaking entrance. I tongue fucked her for a few moments then pulled out and gave her clit much needed attention. I slowly circled her clit, giving it the occasional flick or suck. I looked up to see that her nipples were very hard and her eyes closed in pleasure. I heard her breathing become faster as she approached her orgasm. I planted my mouth over her clit and sucked on it. The added stimulation threw her into a trashing orgasm, nearly squeezing me to death between her legs. When she relaxed her legs I gently pulled off her sensitive clit and tenderly licked around her pussy lips.

After a minute I then focused my attention back to her clit, careful to avoid too much stimulation to her still sensitive button. She was soon able to handle more stimulation so I began sucking her clit again. She came again within seconds, but I refused to pull myself away from her sweet cunt and sent her into several more orgasms. I let her push my face off of her burning pussy. I wrapped her up in my arms and passionately kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. By now my cock was rather hard again, and I noticed her pussy was dripping its sweet juices down her legs. I licked the juices on her legs then knelt her down on the floor. I came up from behind her and entered her slippery vagina doggy style. I had thrust my full length into her. My eyes went wide as her very tight walls massaged my cock. I started to make long thrusts into her, savoring the heavenly feel on my rod. My pace steadily grew faster as time passed. I was proud of my lasting ability as I could easily fuck for at least ten minutes non-stop, usually more, rarely less. I loved the smacking sound that was made when our flesh touched. Noticing her breasts swinging wildly, I decided to have some fun with them and cupped them in my hands. She had such nice breasts, not large, but not small, just right. I’ve always thought that large breasts escort istanbul looked odd and ugly on thin women; I liked breast size to be in proportion to the body. She moaned as I gently squeezed her breasts and softly tugged on her nipples.

I then leaned over to kiss the back of her neck. I gathered she liked this treatment from the way she arched her back and squeezed my member even tighter deep inside her. As I sucked on her neck I heard her breathing become faster. Wanting to make her cum I began to fuck her harder and faster. I gave her ear a little nibble and she let out a groan, I could tell she was close, and so was I. I licked my fingers and began to play with her nipples again. She couldn’t take the added stimulation. When I felt the first warm contraction on my cock, my own orgasm began. Her pussy milked every single drop of cum from my balls.

Panting, we collapsed to the ground holding each other closely. We lay down on our sides, and she turned around so she could face me. Looking into each others eyes we both smiled. No words needed to be spoken; we knew we were both completely satisfied. We embraced in an affectionate kiss that sent a tingle throughout my body. I loved to cuddle after sex. It was so nice to hold the warm body of my loved one against myself as it added to the warm afterglow of our passion. I let my hands wander over her body, exploring at their own will. She sighed, closed her eyes and buried her head in my chest as she always did when I had thoroughly pleasured her.

Letting out a sigh of my own, I awoke and found myself snuggled up to a pillow. I let out another sigh. Oh how I yearned to be with my dream girl. I rolled out of bed half awake and dressed myself in a baggy t-shirt and equally baggy pants wandered over to the bathroom to wash up. I stared at myself in the mirror, judging myself. I look pretty decent, I thought. I wondered why nobody cared for me. I’m not repulsive looking, I’m not a jackass either. I’m funny, smart and kind, why wouldn’t anybody like me? I sighed again and spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and rinsed. When I was finished washing up I went downstairs to fix myself breakfast and read the comics while I ate like I do every morning. I called a few friends to make some plans for the day, but everyone was busy. I put the phone back on the receiver and sighed to myself. I had to spend another lonely day on the computer all by myself. Will I ever meet my dream girl? Only time will tell.

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ColetteJulie, my inspirational voluntary editor must be wondering what happened to me and the rest of the story. Well, after a forced sabbatical, I am back in my country and hopefully will complete posting the rest of the story before the end of this year.

Readers! You have been wonderful! Million Thanks to one and all of you.

All the characters in the story are above 18 years.

For those who haven’t read Part.01 & Part.02

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Residents of Olur, a remote village in southern India fondly worship Angannan, a rural deity. The descendants of Angannan reside in the same village and their house is called ‘The Big House’.

Annam, a widow is living with her son Balu. Her step-daughter Pushpa is married to Sundar, a Doctor and the couple are settled in the city.

Balu, 18 years and horny manages to seduce his own mother before the annual festival. Annam decides to find a bride for Balu after coming to know that he had spied on his own step-sister while having sex with her husband. Annam realizes that she needs to engage her son sexually to prevent him from trying any adventures with his step sister. She seduces him again.

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Pt. 03

Sitting on the specially erected dais with Pushpa, Sundar was watching the crowd that was thronging the festival. He presumed that scores of people from surrounding villages might have walked at least a couple of miles to reach the Angannan shrine. Although Sundar felt a tinge of pride that his wife hails from a revered family, he wasn’t thoroughly impressed the way in which the festival was conducted. There were a few rituals which Sundar perceived as primitive, especially young girls getting engaged to men much older, sometimes old enough to be their fathers. Coming from urban background, Sundar always believed that girls should have the right to choose their companions rather than mutely succumbing to their parent’s compulsions.

“Look at that girl,” Sundar whispered to Pushpa. “She seems to have wept all day. Look how bloated her face looks.”

Pushpa quickly located the girl in the crowd and recognized her.

“She is Rani,” Pushpa sighed. “Poor girl, she can only cry.”

“Why should she?” Sundar snarled. “If she is not ready nobody should force her.”

“We can’t stop,” Pushpa sighed. “If the engagement gets stalled, she will never get a groom again.”

Sundar was speechless for a moment. ‘This is ridiculous,’ he fumed. The more he looked at Rani, the more agitated he became. As he helplessly looked up at the sky, his eyes suddenly widened seeing dark clouds gathering far away.

“God is great,” Sundar sounded excited. “It is going to rain. The festival is going to stop.”

Pushpa froze after she looked up and watched the dark clouds in the distance. Several emotions began running through her mind as she kept looking at the clouds coming slowly but surely over the village.

Rains are always welcome for the peasants but surely not during the festival. The sacred flame lit up at the beginning of the festival should keep burning till the conclusion of the festival and if not, the villagers believed it to be a bad omen. Within minutes, a chill descended on the villagers as they watched the clouds menacingly speeding towards their village.

“Oh God!” Pushpa exclaimed. “Mom had so many things planned for this festival. I wonder what might be going through her mind at the moment!”

Pushpa was right. Several hundred yards away from the festival venue, the big house was already engulfed in darkness because of the impending rains. Annam, had rushed towards the window, looked up and had seen her worst istanbul escort fears coming true. She felt like swooning after she inhaled the scent of the soil which looked like a chilling prelude to some nightmare.

As the eldest woman of the big house, she had several things to worry about. What if it rains very heavily, so much so that the festival never gets started? What would happen to those poor peasants whose rituals might never get completed this year? What about those young girls who are supposed to get engaged this year?

Annam, like every other person in the village, was worried. But, there was one individual who felt elated at the prospect of the festival getting cancelled. That was Balu, Annam’s son.

The horny young man slowly walked behind his mother, placed his hands on her hips, pressed his body against her and kissed on her naked right shoulder.

“Mom, don’t worry,” Balu screamed. “We can have fun for another year.”

Annam turned around and stared at her son with profound disgust. Balu was smiling shamelessly while his eyes were pinned on her body, glowing with ruthless lust.

“You are disgusting,” Annam snarled. “Many villagers might be crying at the moment. Their dreams are going to fall apart. Does that make you happy?”

“I am just practical,” Balu retorted. “I didn’t bring the rains. Perhaps, your God is not very keen to see the festival this year. Let us enjoy this boon.”

Annam couldn’t even reply, leave alone refuse, as her horny son took her in a tight embrace. His erection probed between Annam’s thighs, pushing through her tightly wound saree. His hands groped her ass cheeks, pulling her body press closer letting her huge breasts mashing on his broad chest.

Annam quickly realized something unusual about her son’s arousal. Apparently he was more horny after seeing his own sister having sex with her husband. Perhaps, he had the vision of his naked sister even while attempting to hit on his mother.

Balu never seemed concerned about Annam’s feelings. He pressed his lips on hers and sucked into his mouth. Annam could feel the lustful heat on her son’s body as she squirmed and struggled to free herself from his brutal hug. Balu’s tongue kept swirling around inside her mouth while his hands held her ass cheeks in a tight leash. His erection was menacingly growing bigger and longer, rubbing over her mound through the thick fabric. Eventually, when Balu pulled away after a prolonged kiss, Annam began gasping for breath.

“Stop it at once,” Annam pleaded. “Pushpa and her husband may return anytime soon.”

“They must be taking shelter,” Balu grinned. “We have time. Let’s do it.”

Annam realized the futility in resisting her son who seemed determined to have her at any cost. He had already made his moves and was capable of overcoming any resistance from her. More importantly, Annam knew she was too vulnerable to his sexual advances, more so after yielding to his desire on so many earlier occasions. She just had to let it happen again.

Balu wasn’t letting her to think further. Even though Annam had tightly wrapped her saree around, it took her eager son just a few seconds to disrobe the nine yards. Although the house was filled with semi-darkness, it was still day. They were in the living room, standing near the window with a street-view. The mother had been stripped off the only piece of cloth while her son was already pulling down his trouser.

Annam watched as her son’s huge dick sprang out of the confines of his underwear. As always, Balu wrapped his own dick with his right hands, pushed his hip forward and istanbul escort bayan began stroking it just to tease his mother.

“It gets hard everytime you are near me,” Balu winked. “It never gets enough of mother’s pussy.”

“Balu, let us move into the bedroom,” Annam began pleading. But, involuntarily her eyes were staring at her son’s dick.

“Turn around mom,” Balu ordered. “Hold the window bars and stand facing the street.”

“Someone might see…”

“Turn around,” Balu insisted. “It is rainning now. Nobody can ever see.”

Annam followed his instructions and stood facing the street through the window while gripping the window bards with both hands. Balu placed his right hand on her back and forced her to bend forward. Then, he gently pulled her legs apart just a little and spat on the floor. As he looked up, he could clearly see his mother’s swollen pussy lips shining with moisture. He grabbed those wonderful ass cheeks and gave a tight squeeze.

“Ohhh,” Annam groaned. “What are you upto?”

“When was the last time I fingered you, mom?”

Balu asked mischievously and before Annam replied, he drove his right middle finger into her pussy. He gently began rotating his finger for a while, rubbing around his mother’s pussy muscles. Annam pushed her legs apart a bit further; she stood on her toes unable to withstand the feel of her son’s finger probing her pussy.

“mmmmmmmmmmmm” was all the poor woman could moan. But, she was in for something more fierce as the one finger was replaced by two.

“aaaah!” She squealed and rested her head on the window frame. Just as she felt her pussy beginning to ooze, Balu suddenly stopped, stood up and grabbed his mother by her hips. The tip of his dick brushed the shiny skin of Annam’s ass cheeks.

Annam tried turning back but not before Balu pulled her body against him and gripped her breasts from behind. Annam pushed her head back as Balu gently squeezed both her boobs with four fingers while his thumbs rubbed her nipples stimulating them even more.

“Ba..looo…” Annam moaned. Balu planted his lips on her back brushing it with his saliva.

Balu’s dick began searching for his mother’s pussy through her spread legs. Once the tip tickled the moist pussy, he began grinding his cock up and down. Annam began gyrating her ass rubbing against his son’s thighs generating a strange heat in her body. All along, Balu’s hands remained intact on his mother’s boobs squeezing them relentlessly.

Sliding his hands from Annam’s breasts, Balu grabbed her hips and humped forward. His dick effortlessly plunged into his mother’s pussy. Annam groaned and closed her eyes tightly. As Balu began pumping his dick back and forth inside her pussy, she gently opened her eyes, looked out of the window and prayed that nobody should be walking on the streets for sometime.

As Balu fucked her harder and harder, Annam’s grip on the vertical bars occasionally loosened making her slide a bit. Undoubtedly she was enjoying the feel of her son’s massive dick inside her pussy but she did not want someone on the street to have a glance of what was happending inside the Big House. Neither of them were talking except the feable moans and groans every now and then. The only audible sound was that of the son’s hips slamming against mother’s ass which got louder by the passing of every second.

Even while continuing to fuck his mother, Balu gently lifted her left leg from the floor, made her slightly turn around so that both of them can see each other as they fucked. Everytime Balu pounded his mother’s pussy, her huge boobs wobbled escort istanbul at an incredible speed. Annam watched her son staring at her jumping boobs as he fucked her. Everything was so weird but enjoyable nevertheless. Annam began feeling the churning inside her pussy and she somehow wanted the erotic ordeal to end soon. But, Balu had different ideas.

He slowly pulled out his dick from Annam’s pussy and made her sit on the window frame. Then he lifted both her legs and let them wrap around his waist. Now, Annam was facing his throbbing cock in straightline view. Balu then held on to the window bars one from either side, lifted his leg one by one and planted them on the extreme opposite corners. Annam felt she might slip from the narrow window rest and so she lifted her hands above her head and gripped two window bars. Balu gently lifted his mother from the window rest as the baffled mother looked on. Within seconds, Annam was half-floating in the air, with her legs wrapped around her son’s waist while her hands held on to the window bars. She knew that her son had gripped her hips were tightly and there wasn’t any danger of her falling down.

As Balu began moving his hips, his dick wandered over his mother’s cunt for a few seconds before the tip probed the slit. Balu skillfully thrusted his hard dick into his mother’s pussy and started fucking her in an incredible speed. Annam had to grip the window bars tightly to ensure against slipping and also to feel the full length of her son’s dick ploughing in and out of her pussy. To begin with she wasn’t comfortable to get fucked in such a position and as Balu continued to ram his dick into her pussy with utter ease, Annam’s excitement kept growing. Her body was jumping in the air and looking down she watched her big boobs wobbling in an unimaginable speed. Balu winked at her mother as she looked up at him. Balu never looked he would stop fucking his mother anytime soon and kept driving his dick in and out of her pussy in an amazing speed. Annam’s arms and shoulders began to ache a bit but she relished getting fucked by her son in a position that she never imagined.

Balu’s back arched backwards as his balls were about to explode and rush his cum into his mother’s pussy. Annam’s pussy twitched and churned as she inched close to her impending orgasm. Suddenly, both the mother and son began panting much louder while their bodies moved much faster. Annam’s pussy felt like a oven in sheer heat. Balu’s dick felt like a cracker nearing its point of explosion. Even as both of them began wishing those moments to last longer, their bodies eventually reached their respective inevitable climaxes. Balu was filling up his mother’s pussy with his cum while Annam gushed her juices all over his dick, thighs and waist.

Annam looked down and saw several patches of their cum splashed over. For a moment, she felt a bit ashamed for letting things go this far but she had thoroughly enjoyed the way her son had fucked her mercilessly.

Balu sat on the floor leaning onto the wall while Annam slowly got herself up, picked up her saree and walked towards the adjacent room. After cleaning herself, drapping the saree around and returning to the main room, she still watched her son sitting naked with his back against the wall.

“Get up and clean yourselves,” Annam said with a smile. “The rains have stopped. Pushpa and Sundar may return anytime now.”

Even before Balu could get up, a bullock cart arrived at the door. Annam suddenly became nervous.

“Balu, go inside! They have come!”

Balu gathered his clothes and rushed towards the staircase. Annam managed to sport a smile as she watched Pushpa and Sundar alighting from the bullock cart. But, who is that girl?

Annam was puzzled to see Pushpa putting her hand around the young girl’s shoulder as they walked forward.

‘Who is this girl?’

Annam kept watching without batting an eyelid.

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