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I try to remember the first time I met her, each time I fail. She had unknowingly weaved herself into all my days and all my nights, into each memory filled with youthful bliss and recklessness. Despite the distance, the years of absence, she continues to be part of my every day, my every thought, my very heart, my very mind, all of my being. She is my sun and I am her sunflower, seeking for her light, always turning where she shines bright, far and away, but never apart. In the absence of those rays that make me bloom, these petals remain folded on their own.

I arrived at the Sinclair Ballroom dressed in an black evening gown I had purchased just for this occasion. A reception for world famous English author Emily Hoff she was touring the states with the release of her new book. A partner at my law firm had arranged for me to be on the exclusive guest list and I was excited to meet my favorite author. The Sinclair Ballroom is inside the Waldorf Astoria situated on beautiful Lake Michigan I had come a long way from that small horse farm in Kentucky where I grew up.

Entering the giant ballroom packed with guest I took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. This was a crowd of the rich and elite some of who I knew has they were clients of my law firm. I mingled making small talk waiting for Bodrum Escort Emily’s arrival I wanted her to sign one of her books for me. Although I had no way to bring one with me and this was not a book signing a girl could still dream. The hors d’oeuvres were delicious, I was on my third glass of champagne, making small talk with some tech billionaire.

Emily entered to applause from the crowd, moving effortlessly, she stood maybe five foot in those black two inch heels, long black hair, just a hint of breast, greeting guest, shaking hands. I waited for her to make her way around the room. not wanting to seem to eager, there she was before me, cute little thing, small hand extended. Taking her hand was electric, tingles shot up my arm, that upper class British accent made my panties damp.

I smiled “Your writing touches me.”

A strangely erotic meeting with a genius, I realized she was still holding my hand, starring in my baby blue eyes, I was lost in the feeling of the moment. I told her of my abuse, how reading her books helped me be brave enough to get away. She just listened has I babbled on and on, smiling, her soft eyes seemed to see into my soul. I was turned on enjoying the thought that a genius cared what I had to say. Kissing my cheek, then on to the Bodrum Escort Bayan next group, she could really work a room.

When they flickered the lights, to signal, for everyone to take their seats for dinner. I quickly found my table, taking my seat, a waiter tapped my shoulder, turning “Excuse me Miss, Miss Hoff as requested you eat at her table.”

I felt like Cinderella as I followed him to the front of the ballroom, he pulled my chair out, I was sitting net to a literary genius, mind your manners, Cheryle.

Dinner was exquisite, the group of eight at the table include the mayor, governor and a former president, how did I get here? When I felt her hand on my thigh I thought I mite be dreaming, gently rubbing my leg, talking to the other guest. After dinner she made a brief speech, reading an excerpt from her latest book, the crowd applauding when she finished.

Returning to the table she whispered in my ear “You want to come up to my suite?”

Stunned, amazed, I nodded my consent, she reached out taking my hand and we walked out of the ballroom toward the elevators. I was tingling with excitement and anticipation has the elevator doors opened. Emily seeming to sense my nervousness, hugging me gently she felt soft and warm. I looked in her beautiful Escort Bodrum eyes, suddenly we were kissing her tongue parting my lips, dancing in my mouth.

The elevator doors opened, arriving at the top floor, we broke our embrace, my hand finding hers as we walked down the hall to her suite. We embrace again, once inside, her lips moved to my ear moaning softly she whispered “I want to taste you.”

My evening gown fell to the floor unclipping my bra freeing my breast, she was cupping then gently then teasing my delicate nipples. The feeling was wonderful, as she dropped to her knees, moving my thong aside. she kissed my wetness, which was growing by the moment. The first lick sent shivers up my spine has she eagerly attacked my pussy. I was moaning loudly, her fingers found my clit rubbing, my scent filling the suite. Emily between my legs tasting me, a genius, wanting me, begging for my orgasm. like a master musician, working my cunt perfectly, strumming my clit, the harmony of our moans, I was getting close, pushing my hips forward into Emily’s face. Glancing down at the sight of her between my legs licking, sucking, I exploded in orgasm after orgasm, I felt wonderful, perfect, worshiped, loved.

Moving to the king size bed, naked, exploring each others bodies, she was so soft, so cuddly, so warm, we moaned, and giggled. Tender, sweet, she was an artist, making love well into the night, finally drifting off holding her cute little body.

I awoke, the next morning, naked and alone in the suite, a signed copy of Emily’s book on the nightstand……

Signed Love Pixie

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Hi, this is Z here back with another story. This incident happened with my friend’s brother’s wife. My friend and his family used to stay in UK since late 80’s. My friend’s brother had got married in UK with a Pakistani girl in the year 2007. My friend and his parents came back to India in 2008, while his brother settled down in UK with his wife, as his business was booming in the UK market at that time. In the year 2013 my friend’s brother came back to India along with his wife and his 5 years old daughter. There were 2 reasons for them to come to India.

1. His father had gone through a cardiac arrest and was hospitalised.

2. His business was going through a major loss in UK and he was thinking of setting up a new Business in India and settling down over here with his family.

Let me describe the heroine of the story, The Pakistani wife of my friend’s brother — The Bhabhi. She wasn’t that great looking though, but she was fair with medium length black hair with golden dye running through them, as she used to do modelling in UK as her profession and they were or had become a modern family. Her height was around 5.4″ and had decent sized boobs and almost flat stomach, but she had quite a big Ass. Her Ass wasn’t too big, but for her structure it used to stand out. So all in all she had a body figure of 32-30-38. Her husband used to manage his work from home so their daughter had become more close to her father than her mother as she used to go out for modeling.

In India, my friend had 2 houses, one in the city and the other was far away towards the outskirts. As the house where my friend’s father used to live in the city was just a small one room kitchen, my friend used to live in a big bungalow with his mom and two more brothers.

When the Eldest brother would come from UK with his wife and daughter, they would have to stay in the bungalow for obvious reasons. The bungalow had 4 Bedrooms, so it was the most convenient option as well as who doesn’t wants to stay in a bungalow.

I used to go to their bungalow whenever they would invite me or whenever I would ask them if they wanted to chill in the night/sleepover. Both our families had become friends as I had introduced them to mine and I was so frequent going to their house and meeting them so it was supposed to happen in future.

My friend’s mother and his two brothers were staying with his father at his father’s place to take care of him, while the eldest had not arrived yet from UK and my friend was staying alone in His bungalow so he invited me to come over. The main reason for him to call me over to his bungalow was because the bungalow was on the outskirts, there used to be a lot of robberies happening and their bungalow had been visited by robbers quite a few times since they had started living there.

My friend had made all the necessary upgrades for the security of his bungalow by covering all the windows with heavy metal grills and the doors were also made strong as well as the main entrance of the bungalow was quite high and covered with spikes on top. Yet it was still risky for a single person to live in the bungalow all alone and it was risky even to leave the bungalow empty because if the robbers got to know that there is no one in the bungalow it will be an open invitation to them to enter.

The next day the elder brother arrived with his wife and daughter to India and straight away went to visit his father. After meeting his father and spending some time there, they left from there to come to the bungalow as there was already no space for them to stay over there.

We knew each other as they used to come to visit his parents from UK. I used to play with their daughter when she was just a baby and whenever I got a chance to take the baby from her mother’s arms, I never tried to miss the chance of touching bhabhis boobs. I would try to feel them from the back of my hand and sometimes even press them a bit more than normal.

I used to love doing that but now the baby had grown enough to stop playing in the arms and spent most of the time with her dad. She would only listen to her dad most of the times and hardly spend time with her mom. Being a model bhabhi also didn’t care much and would leave the daughter with her dad.

They arrived at the bungalow, Bhabhi was wearing a Pakistani dress and was looking stunning in it we greeted each other and helped them take the luggage to their room. We all settled down after some time when they freshened up and came downstairs in the hall.

Me and my friend were busy watching a movie and they joined in. Bhabhi was the last one to join in, She was wearing a loose T-shirt and pyjamas. We spoke to each other for a while and after sometime the sun had gone down and it was time for dinner. My friend’s brother asked bhabhi if she would cook dinner for us and to which she answered yes. She asked us what would we like to eat and then she went into the kitchen and checked for all the available ingredients.

She told us the list of things that she required Bodrum Escort to cook dinner and we left from the bungalow to get the stuff. We came back, bhabhi had already started cooking, I went in the kitchen to keep the stuff which we had bought and informed her about it. Then I asked bhabhi if she needs any help. She told me to hand her some stuff from the other end of the kitchen platform and I followed her command.

Even though the kitchen was quite big, the ventilation wasn’t soo good. It was quite a lot hot in there. We were already sweating. While we were busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, my friend and his brother were busy playing with his daughter. While helping her in the kitchen, I would try to get closer to bhabhi and try to touch her or feel her soft boobs or her big ass. After some time I was standing quite close to her and she told me to hold the strainer.

While I was holding the strainer with both my hands she required a spoon to push the veggies aside, the spoon was on the side where I was standing. She could see the spoon from where she was standing and without even saying anything she just bent forward to grab the spoon and made her both boobs pressed against my right arm.

She grabbed the spoon from my side and then did something that I wasn’t even expecting. After grabbing the spoon she stood in a way where both her boobs were resting on my right forearm, while she kept on pouring the soup from the vessel. There was a visible tent in my pants and I was scared that if she sees it, I would get in trouble for sure.

We stood there for atleast two minutes in that position, bhabhi was wearing a bra underneath her top which I could feel on my right forearm. I would even slightly move my right forearm a bit up or down to get a good feel and make bhabhi feel that I am actually trying to help her in holding the strainer.

Once the strainers work was done, I took the strainer and was keeping it on the kitchen platform, at that same moment bhabhi thanked me by patting me slightly on my back while she said thanks and was coming from my right side to my left and unknowingly I brushed my right elbow quite hard on her left boob all the way to her right boob.

I apologised to her quickly, to which she said its fine, it didn’t hurt her. She gave me a smile and was behaving very normally as if it’s all normal for her. Even I was very much happy after all this, as I got more than I was expecting and she was just as normal as she is, putting me in a safe zone.

The dinner was now ready and we were all really hungry and tired with all the work we had done. We sat on the dinner table and in no time our bellies were full with the delicious food bhabhi had cooked for us. After dinner, we all were sitting in the hall watching movie, Bhabhi got up and told her husband she is very tired and sleepy and even her body is paining, so she is going up for a shower and then sleep.

We were still sitting watching movie, when my friends phone rang, it was from his another brother who was with his dad. My friend spoke to him and told him on the phone “we are coming” and ended the call. He told us that his father is not able to breathe properly and they are taking him to the hospital again. They are calling us there and specially the elder brother.

We all got up and were thinking what to do next as all of us can’t go there and leave the house empty for robbers. If the elder brother goes there with his wife and daughter, that house doesn’t have enough space for them to stay there. Elder brother told me to stay in the house with his daughter and wife, while he and my friend would go to the hospital.

I told him I am fine with whatever he feels right and I would do whatever he says. I even assured him that he doesn’t need to worry about his wife and daughter as I would take care of them.

He told us he would talk to his wife and inform her about the scene and get ready to leave and asked my friend also to get ready. Around 10 minutes later, elder brother came down in the hall where me and my friend were waiting. Seeing her father leave, the daughter started crying and pleading that even she wants to go along with him.

I tried to take her away from him but she started crying more loudly to which I left and she ran back to her dad again. I heard bhabhis voice from behind while she was getting down from the stairs ” Take her also along with you now cuz she has seen you leaving, it will be too difficult for us to handle her later if she starts crying for you when you(husband) won’t be there, and I am already too tired to handle her all night”.

Bhabhi was actually right, if her daughter starts crying later in the night it will be too much for us to handle and she won’t keep quite unless her dad makes her quite.

So there was only one option left now to take his daughter along with him. My friend told me to take care and before leaving he made sure all the doors and windows of the house were locked properly. I told my friend to call me first whenever Bodrum Escort Bayan they leave from there to come over here as a safety measure so then only we would open the door.

Any which way it will take them atleast an hour to reach here even if they get the roads empty. Bhabhi supported me and told them that it was a good idea and we will be assured that it’s our family only on the door. Even her Husband agreed to this and told me to take care of her wife. Bhabhi came next to me, kept her hand on my back and told her husband that we will take care of each other and he doesn’t need to worry about us. Just handle everything over there and take care of his parents.

Even I promised him that I will take care of bhabhi and he doesn’t needs to worry about anything over here. After this conversation they left and me and bhabhi were left alone in the bungalow. I locked the door and turned around to see bhabhi, she was sitting on the couch in the hall watching TV wearing a black Cardigan on top and black pyjamas. I didn’t had the balls to do anything but was excited a lot to spend some lonely time with her.

I had to take a shower, I told bhabhi that I am going to take shower and will be back soon. She replied that she will be up watching the movie until her husband doesn’t reaches the hospital. She informed me that the geyser in her bathroom wasn’t working so she had gone for the shower in my bathroom. I said that’s no problem, it’s her own house she can do whatever she wants, wherever she wants. She just gave me a smile and then I was off to my room.

Once I entered my bathroom, what I saw inside was a treat for me. There was a grey colour bra and matching panty hanging on the towel hanger. As soon as I saw it, I locked the door and picked up her bra and started smelling it. It smelled of bhabhi, I was feeling those bra cups in my hand, Imagining bhabhis boobs and the feel that I had copped earlier in the kitchen. The bra had a sticker on it that stated “La Senza” “32B”. I knew what that meant.

My dick was ready to tear my pants and come out. I started rubbing the bra on my dick over my pants. I took the panty in my hands which was hanging on the railing and started to sniff it, the smell was too intoxicating. It had a damp patch right where it covers the love hole and I could see a white fluid glistening there.

All this was too much for me to handle and I started to undress myself and in no time I was masturbating with bhabhis undergarments and in no time I shot loads of cum right in her bra and panty. I was so happy with the treat that I had got in the bathroom, I took my hot shower and in no time was ready to go down. I had now changed into shorts with no underwear inside as I like to sleep like that and its comfy as fuck.

I came down in the hall and sat next to bhabhi on the couch. I started asking her how is everything in UK and how is her work going on. She told me that she had taken a break and was not going for any shoots or events since one month. She then started asking me about my life and studies.

I told her that everything is going good and then she asked about my girlfriend and do I have one. I replied to her that i don’t have a girlfriend and I am single right now.

Bhabhi: why? You look so good and you are so sweet to talk to.

Me: I don’t know bhabhi, I can’t find a girl who I like.

Bhabhi: OK, tell me what kind or type of a girl you want?

Me: I really don’t know bhabhi, I think I would like to have a girl like you. Beautiful, a strong personality, cooks delicious food and takes care of the family.

Bhabhi: OH C’mon, stop flattering me! Thanks for thinking about me like that (blushing).

Me: I am serious, I am not lying. You really are like that and I am searching for a girl just like you.

Bhabhi: Okay, I will try to find a girl just like me for you. But when you get a girl like me just don’t forget about me okay?

Me: How will I be able to forget you when I will be getting a girl just like you! She will always be reminding me of you and your qualities.

Bhabhi: Yeah right!

Bhabhi’s phone started ringing. It was her husband. She answered the call.

Bhabhi: you reached?…… how is everything there?……. how is dad feeling now?…… okay……. No I was waiting for you to reach there…… how would I sleep unless I get to know how things are there…… Yeah I am still tired and even my body is paining but now I know you have reached there and handling everything so I can go and sleep now……. NO, Z is still sitting here in the hall with me, waiting for an update from you guys….. yeah, okay, take care bye!

Bhabhi then kept the phone on the table and gave me all the update that she got from her husband. Everything was getting to normal there, only one person was allowed to stay there for the night in the hospital with their father, so my friend was gonna stay there for the night in the hospital and others were going back to his fathers house to sleep for the night.

So Escort Bodrum now we knew that no one is gonna come back to the bungalow until morning atleast. Bhabhi then tilting her head side to side holding the back of her neck asked me

Bhabhi: hey Z can you do me a favour?

Me: yeah bhabhi, tell me.

Bhabhi: Can you just give me a massage on my neck and shoulders?

Me: Yeah sure bhabhi. (how was I supposed to miss this chance of touching her with her own permission)

Bhabhi was sitting next to me on the couch, she just turned her back towards me and told me where exactly I need to massage her. I took my hands and kept them on her shoulders and started massaging her. As soon as my hands touched bhabhi on her shoulders, she let out a small moan.

I could feel her bra strap on her shoulder. Just after 2 minutes of giving her massage she told me to stop. I thought that was it and nothing more than this I am gonna get to do to her, but I was wrong. Bhabhi removed her cardigan and then told me to continue again.

When she removed her cardigan, I was stunned to see what she was wearing inside. She wore an almost transparent sleeveless loose top which had a very deep neck from front and had button enclosure, whereas the sleeve holes were soo big, I could clearly see the light golden bra that she was wearing inside.

The golden bra on her white skin looked soo nice from the side, it gave the signal to the blood in my body to rush at one place and got my dick hard once again. The hole for the sleeve was soo big that I could see the whole right boob if she wouldn’t have been wearing her bra. Even her front gave me nice view of her deep cleavage. There was an immense pain in my pants due to all this teasing.

I was even able to see her fair back skin and the back of her bra. I had started massaging her back and due to the position we were sitting on the couch, my back and leg had started hurting a bit. Even bhabhi had started to feel a bit of pain sitting without a back support.

Bhabhi: Z, even my back has started paining now because of sitting like this. Let me just lie down on your lap and then you continue the massage.

Saying this bhabhi let herself loose on me and in no time she was almost lying on my lap. She could feel my boner on her head as her head was resting on my lap. I got scared, if she gets to know about my boner how will she react?,and what if she tells her husband about this?. But, she didn’t even say anything as if she knew what she was doing.

Bhabhi: Okay Z, do it.

I started massaging her shoulders again. My hands were on her shoulders mostly towards the front side, almost touching the top side of her boobs. I was able to notice that bhabhi’s breathing had also increased. The up and down motion of her boobs while she was breathing was making me go mad. Bhabhi had closed her eyes and leaving soft moans every now and then.

Bhabhi: Z you massage soo good.

Me: Thank you Bhabhi.

Bhabhi: Really Z, your hands feel amazing. My shoulders feel soo good now.

Me: I am glad that you liked it and you feel relaxed.

Bhabhi: My shoulders feel relaxed now but my body is still paining.

Me: Well, How can I help you with that?

Bhabhi: Its okay, I don’t want to trouble you anymore.

Me: No bhabhi, you tell me, I will do anything for you.

Bhabhi: Really Z?

Me: Yes Bhabhi, Any way I already promised your husband that I will take good care of you, so let me help you and you cooked us great food so that’s the least you deserve.

Bhabhi: You are soo sweet Z, Thank you soo much.

Me: Soo tell me what do you want me to do?

Bhabhi: Wait, you have to promise me that you wouldn’t tell anyone about the massage that you gave me, no one should ever get to know about this not even your friend, if my husband gets to know then there would be a lot of problems later.

Me: Yeah sure Bhabhi, I can understand that. You can trust me on that. My lips are sealed.

Bhabhi: I trust you that’s why I did let you touch me. I just want a nice body massage, If you are up for it.

Me: Don’t worry bhabhi, I would try my best. I hope you would like it.

Bhabhi: Thank you soo much Z.

I started massaging Bhabhis arms now. First I started with her right hand and when I was massaging her arm I used to purposely touch her right boob, sometimes with my finger or at times with the back of my palm. I purposely kept her hand parallel to her body so that I will get to feel those boobs.

I was easily able to touch her right boob every now and then with no problem as I was giving a nice massage on her right hand. Touching her boobs directly over her bra was making me really horny, as I had told, her sleeve holes were very big so it gave me access from there.

Her moans were a bit louder than before, yet they were soft and sweet. I was damn sure now that she was wet down there. It was time for me to shift from her right hand to her left hand now for massage. The back rest of the couch was on the left which helped a lot to feel her boobs.

My right hand wrist was now brushing her left boob every time I moved my hand. I would gently press her boobs with my wrist whenever I got the chance. I continued this for a few minutes and then bhabhi told me to stop.

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Mike had already called in his driver who showed up to the parking in a swanky blue BMW. As the guys got in, Mike opened up a compartment and out popped a bottle of scotch.

Andre whistled appreciatively as Mike set out two glasses from his ready bar.

Offering one to Andre, he said, “Here’s something to start the night.”

The guys raised a cheer and clinked glasses as their BMW wove through Bangkok’s evening rush hour. A few minutes later as the guys had drowned two drinks, the car stopped in front of a chique looking night club.

The guys stepped out as Mike led the way to the entrance. The staff appeared to recognize Mike as they promptly opened the door for him with a greeting.

“Would you like a private saloon sir or standard bar seating?” a snazzily dressed manager asked Mike.

“We’ll check out the bar first,” Mike replied. “Send some of the better girls over, I have a guest with me tonight,” Mike added motioning towards Andre.

“Sure Sir!” the manager replied as the guys stepped into the club.

It was a fairly dimly lit bar, Andre noted as they stepped in with dazzling disco lights casting shadows as they moved around. A large half moon bar had been setup in the center surrounding a stage with private saloons on the side. Many of the saloons had curtains drawn Andre noted surprised.

There were many other men dressed in suits seated around the bar where a stripping pole had been setup accompanied in each case by a sexy bombshell or two. The girls it appeared were largely naked as Andre noted several curvaceous female figures dressed only in thongs or nothing at all. A few had a set of sexy black crosses taped over their nipples. A set of performers were already performing on stage. Andre’s eyes popped further as he spied the act being performed. The girls were using a banana as a dildo to fuck each other with loud moans of pleasure. In the farther corner of the bar were sitting multiple other hostesses waiting for more guests. The manager was hurrying towards the lot gesturing for a few of the girls to come up.

Andre’s eyes had barely soaked in the scene when he noted that several of the guys seated around the bar had an ecstatic grin as they sipped their drinks. As he glanced down, Andre was pleasantly surprised to note that the guys were having their cocks blown by the girls right there at the bar itself.

Andre’s eyes glanced down as he noted that there were multiple girls busy at work beneath the bar table sucking at cocks. Andre looked quite surprised at the brazenness of it all as he now understood the reason behind the curtains. Bangcock sure was a free-wheeling place.

Mike had by now sat himself down at the bar and gestured a wonderstruck Andre to join him.

“They’ve got the top-quality talent at this place,” Mike remarked as a couple of girls now approached the guys. Both the girls looked like Asian pornstars as they were dressed skimpily in their thongs. Andre couldn’t get his eyes off their bodies as their boobs jiggled around as they approached.

One of the girls latched onto Mike while the other approached Andre. Andre looked on Bodrum Escort stunned as the girl came up right up to him, her boobs level with his face. The girl had perky C cup boobs and looked young enough to be fresh out of college. Her hair too was done up in a ponytail to give her more of an innocent look. As his horny eyes finally glanced up, he noted a jovial smiling face.

Mike already had his girl seated on his lap as he handled his drink with one hand while fondling the girl’s ass with the other. Mike’s girl too was voluptuous albeit slightly shorter with tiny perky boobs. To her credit she had a fine ass which Mike was now giving a proper treatment by fondling and pinching it.

“Enjoy the sluts bro!” Mike gestured to a quizzical looking Andre. “You can play with her anyway you like. There are beds at the back in case you want to fuck her proper. I’ve ordered a full treatment as my treat. Enjoy!”

Andre had barely processed it all in before his girl too sat herself down on his lap.

“Hi, I’m Bella, Sir,” the girl told Andre as her hand worked its way down to his crotch.

“Call me Andre,” he replied as finally getting into the mood, he wrapped his hand around her perky waist bringing her closer.

Bella was already stroking his crotch and his legs as Andre proceeded to give her a kiss. Bella responded by passionately kissing him back strong and deep as she let her tongue slide in his mouth.

Andre was slightly worried at the public display of it all but the other guys were way too distracted with their own hookers or the show to pay any attention.

Feeling horny, Andre now proceeded to play with Bella’s boobs, burying his face in them while his hands grabbed her ass. Andre played with first one boob then another as he squeezed and sucked at her titties. Bella started letting out fairly loud moan of pleasure. Done with the boob-play, Andre glanced up to spy Mike who was now happily finger fucking his girl.

“Would you like me to give you a dance, Sir?” Bella asked her hands still rubbing in vain for Andre’s erection. Having already done it thrice in 24 hours, Andre wondered whether he would really be able to get his flag up and nodded.

Bella now got up from his seat and handed Andre a fresh drink. Andre’s head was already feeling a bit woozy as Bella now proceeded to give Andre a lap dance. Gyrating suggestively to the music, Bella rubbed her ass on Andre’s crotch. Excited, Andre clutched at Bella’s boobs with his free hand as she gyrated on his cock. Turning around, she now slithered up his body till her boobs were level with his face. Andre gave each of her titties a well-deserved suck as they jingled in front of him. Bella now went down on her knees and started unlatching his belt and trousers. Slightly worried, Andre glanced around only to see that Mike already had his pants down and his jet black brief visible as his girl too was gyrating on his cock.

Bella too proceeded to pull his pants down to expose his white brief where an erection was quickly taking shape underneath. Then she pulled down her thong to expose a pink well shaven pussy. Bodrum Escort Bayan Andre couldn’t resist giving it a rub as Bella moaned. As Andre’s fingers probed the lips of her pussy, he detected that she was already quite wet and warm. Her pussy was super tight as he tried to get his finger in her clit. Slowly his middle finger found the hole and he pushed it in while Bella moaned. Pushing it in to full depth, Andre now started finger fucking Bella vigorously as she quivered and moaned. As per pussy expanded, Andre pushed in another finger and then one more till he felt he had it stretched out fully. With three fingers inside her warm and wet pussy, Andre vigorously fucked her. Her pussy juice was dripping heavily and coating his hands as Bella moaned and appeared to experience an orgasm. Satisfied Andre withdrew his fingers and licked Bella’s pussy juice off them.

Mike by now had moved onto a blowjob. Mike too had a monster of a cock, Andre noted. Roughly 7-8 inches long and fairly thick, his girl was having a tough time swallowing it in her perky mouth.

Bella too was now down on her knees as Andre’s cock had achieved full mast. As she unrestrained it from his briefs, Mike too glanced at him appreciatively.

“That’s one monster cock dude! Glad to see that I have competition. Most of the locals here have tiny weenies in the name of dicks. The girls too appreciate a fine cock, I can tell you,” Mike winked at Andre as Bella now proceeded to give him a blowjob.

Andre pushed back and relaxed as both Mike and he clinked glasses and focused back on the show.

The pole dancer had now picked a member of the audience as a prop for her next show. A blonde guy in a suit was seated on a chair with his hands tied behind his back as the performer danced around him in different erotic acrobatic poses. The dancer was an expert for sure, as she waltzed up and down her pole with each pose ending with either her boobs or her pussy in the blonde guys mouth.

The crowd hooted and cheered as the blonde guy kissed her boobs and pussy as they were presented to him. The dance ended with the performer landing on top of the blonde dude in a 69 position with legs split wide open and her pussy right at his mouth. Mike too let out an appreciative hoot as the blonde guy gave the pussy a long and deep smooch.

The girls were working their way with Mike and Andre’s dicks downstairs as they chilled out and relaxed while enjoying the show. Andre’s dick was throbbing hard, yet he knew that it would be a while before he could cum with his balls already running low on juice. The girl definitely had her task cut out as she licked and sucked at his dick.

The next show involved a stripper cutting a banana into pieces with her pussy. Andre had never seen such wild entertainment as he gave a wolf whistle to the stripper after she had sliced her first banana into pieces. Next the girl picked up some beer bottles and proceeded to open them with her pussy lips offering them afterwards to her appreciative clientele.

“You don’t want this girl in a bad mood while fucking her dude. She could Escort Bodrum very well slice your dick in half,” said Mike as Andre looked on awestruck.

The next show on the stage was a middle eastern belly dance. The key difference being that each of the performers was buck naked. Wearing colourful feathers and pearl necklaces, the girls jiggled their wares to the flows of soft Arabic music allowing their patrons to glimpse each and every sensuous curve of their body.

The crowd went ecstatic as the girls next started playing with each other licking each other’s’ breasts and fingering their pussies.

Mike let out a loud aah of pleasure as Andre turned around to notice him deposit his cum neatly in his girls’ open mouth. Mike’s face was contorted and tense as he shot load after load of cum into the waiting mouth. Finally, as he was done, his tense muscles relaxed and the girl after swallowing his cum now wiped him clean. Satisfied Mike lounged back again with another drink in his hand.

Glancing towards Andre who was still getting his cock sucked, Mike remarked, “You sure last a long time, Dude. Or did Rita drain your balls out completely?”

“No man, just my fourth time in 24 hours that’s all,” Andre replied as Mike looked at him stunned.

“Fourth time! Don’t tell me you spent the day banging Rita in your office.”

“No Dude! I’ve recruited two full time escorts/ cum maids for my apartment. They drained my balls out completely last night. One of them is a Russian hooker while the other is a busty Thai. Here check out their pics”

“Oh man, you are a bigger player than I thought you would be! We sure are going to have a ton of fun together, scoring pussy in Bang Cock. I’ve also got one of those maids with benefits but you’ve gone one up! When do I get invited to the party? I hope you do not mind sharing their sweet ass?”, Mike asked.

“Hell no man! Not an exclusivity demanding guy. Come over some day and we’ll fuck the hell out of my sluts,” Andre replied grinning.

“Looking forward to that Dude. I’ll call in a few more girls and my own maid and we can have one hell of a gangbang!”

“Done, Dude!” Andre replied as the guys gave each other a high five.

Perhaps turned on by the thought of sampling more girls, Andre’s balls now quivered as he too shot his load inside his girls waiting warm mouth. Satisfied he too leaned back as the girls proceeded to clean him and zip him back up.

Finally, after a ton of drinks and their heads in a daze, the guys stepped out of the club. Their driver was already waiting and dutifully helped them in the backseat. As his apartment arrived, Andre stepped out his head spinning, too dazed to walk. The watchful guard noticing his condition, helped him to his lift as Andre waved Mike goodbye. As the lift opened on his floor, Silvie and Lin rushed to help him inside.

The girls led him to the bedroom and then dutifully began to undress him. Taking off his shoes, socks, jacket, shirt, trousers right down to his brief they deposited him naked on the bed.

Andre’s head was still in a daze yet he still grabbed at Silvie’s exposed ass as she settled him in the bed. Pulling her in, he pulled off her skimpy maid outfit till she too was buck naked. Then tightly wrapping his arms around her boobs, he fell asleep spooning her. Lin too settled down on the other side as the trio went off to sleep for the night.

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Moments of Dust, Oil, and Leather

1

It was only when Paula slowed to a stop at the pull-in, off the coastal highway she had been following since leaving Carmel-by-the-Sea, that she saw him, a young guy sitting back against the safety barrier, but on the wrong side of it, the precipitous fall down the cliffs and to the sea just a misstep away.

She switched off the engine and soon had her bike on its stand, her fingers tugging loose the helmet strap and she having to decide just what to do. To roll forward, and away from the guy, might look as if she wasn’t the trusting sort. But, she did have to wonder what he was doing out here all alone.

“Are you doin’ okay?” she asked in a friendly tone and hoping to draw his attention to her so that she could see his face. Paula kept her distance but not so much that he’d get it all wrong.

“Sure I’m doin’ okay, ma’am. I’m just taking in the view…”

“And scaring me by sitting on that ledge…”

“My choice. You can move on down the lot if it’s bothering you…”

Paula sat on the barrier, her back turned to the sea, but she still looked his way. He sure had his direct ways of speaking back. “Not so much I want to do that…”

She managed to keep from adding ‘son’ after the few words spoken out, but the guy must be in his early twenties. She saw a bed roll strapped to a small backpack that was on the other side of him.

“My name’s Brad…and I’m hiking my way south and back to LA. I got dropped here by my last ride…spent the night in the woods over there. I’m almost out of water.” He admired the machine she had parked not far from them, its chrome trim gleaming and the maroon paintwork a mite dusty but still shining through.

She saw him glance at the Harley, wondered what he’d be making of an older woman on that thing and out on it alone. Paula then met his full look on her for the first time, her misgivings falling away as he spoke out. “I can help you with that…and I may have an energy bar too. I stop regularly just to rest…”

“I guess you have to,” he smiled engagingly, “our machine’s a real beast….you’ve got to be strong to handle it, in mind and body, I reckon.” Her heart was in her mouth as she saw him move to kneel and rest his elbows on the safety rail and take in the Harley once more. “It sure is clean and sparkly…”

‘It’s how my late husband would want it to be. I learned to ride the beast after he was gone. It helps me to keep him close….we went to bike rallies in and out of state.”

She kept meeting his look upon her, then hunted in a pannier for the cool bag and thought back on what had been said of her circumstances. She was telling this lean, dark-haired stranger with his tattoo on one arm, all about herself. She liked to be out on the road and on her own, most times, but talking to this young guy had made her realise that such a way of getting over what had happened also had its downside. No one would see how her emotions could take a grip as she rode the bike that her man, Stuart Lewis, had been so darned proud of. He had lavished so much attention upon it that she would often tease him, saying she “wondered who came first in your life.”

All of that was in the past and now here she was, a woman in her bulky biker’s jacket, skirt and clunky biker’s boots, talking to a young guy and wondering how things would go from here on in. She couldn’t just leave him here and would only do so if he said ‘no’ to any offer, she might yet get to making, of giving him a lift.

“Thanks,” he smiled on taking the water bottle that she held out to him, unable to keep from checking her out. “I’m sorry for your loss…I’m drifting for a few weeks. The people I worked for in IT had a rethink…I wasn’t needed so I split. I’ll pick up where I left off…soon as I get back. My iPhone keeps me in touch with things.”

“I guess you’re doin’ just as I am…travelling to clear your mind of past times?”

‘But not people…’ Brad replied considerately.

“That’s so true,” she sighed.

He watched Paula shrug off her biker’s jacket to reveal a washed-out lilac, sleeveless, cotton and lace tank-top that she wore over a white cotton skirt, its billowing sleeves revealing her strong arms and a multitude of colourful beaded and biker’s bracelets, some of studded leather and one fashioned from a spruced up and shining drive chain. He’d already noted her Bodrum Escort boots on sturdy legs, also imagined that skirt being tugged at by the wind as she rode that monster of a bike. That top shaped her, could not conceal a heavy-breasted, fulsome figure, the hint of a tattoo on her breast bone. As she lifted a hand to brush away at the tangle of her sandy-blonde hair he saw another tattoo, this one on the inside of her arm. He recognised instantly the shape of a pregnant woman’s figure, the outline in black and with two red hearts.

“‘You’ve been through that too…losing a kid?” he blurted out and soon saw her eyes widen in surprise at his outspoken ways. “Sorry…to mention that…we’ve only just met.”

She eased away from his impetuous and consoling touch upon her. “Yes…but I went through that long ago. I had it done when I saw what other women had inked…as a reminder. My husband was surprised I had it done…because it stirred up memories, but I looked on it as being of comfort. It kept my babe close in my heart and mind.”

“I understand…”

They moved and soon sat next to each other and talked, looked each other’s way and seemed unbothered by their differences in age or their circumstances. Paula felt his arm brush hers as Brad lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt to reveal a small inking on the inside of his bicep.

“The people I’ve worked for don’t like people with their tatts on show. I had this ‘unity in diversity’ tattoo done a while back when at college…now, some folks are covered in so many different ones. To my eyes it ruins how they look…so…so I’m sure glad to see a statement tattoo on your skin, Paula…and no more. Makes no sense spoiling what you have…”

She shrugged as if to dismiss his compliment, not believing that he could find her fleshiness the least attractive. Chicks nowadays were so darned thin, almost insect like and she sure didn’t fit that description one bit.

“It ain’t much now…I’m no bombie, Brad,” she told him only too directly. “The mirror tells its own story every time I look,” she went on and to dismiss him and his coming onto her, an older and fleshy woman with her tatts, droopy tits and fleshy legs. The days of being a ‘wild thing’ had long gone.

“That’s for me to say…Paula, isn’t it?” Brad smiled and giving her a wondering look once more.

“You have done, and you’ve got my answer…and stop looking at me like that, stranger!”

‘I mean no harm…and it’s each one to their own.’

“Sure it is…”

The water bottle was taken from his hand as Brad held it out to her and said thanks. Strolling to the bike, her mind in a whirl, she pushed the cool bag into the pannier, knelt down, rather than bending forward as before, knowing that his eyes were on her and not wanting to flash her cleavage that her blouse would reveal. Was the slender, toned, and reasonably good-looking guy really interested in persuading her into them having a hook up, she a woman of five six to his six feet; she an older, fleshy, busty woman compared to this young, gangling dude?

Brad smiled as she looked up and his way. Paula sure didn’t fit the stereotype image of an older biker woman, but she had the get-go to be out here riding the roads on that Harley. It had sure been a while since he’d been with anyone and never a woman like her. He’d try to hitch a ride and see where being with her a while longer took him.

“Time for you to go, I guess, Paula…our times together have been way too short…mind.”

She pouted in response and nodded. It was strange for them, total strangers, to be sharing confidences as the traffic, such as it was for the time of year and a workday, rushed by. A decision had to be made and she was unsure how to reach it.

Brad moved. He leant over the railing and made to grab his bag with its rolled up sleeping mat. His arm muscles tensed, and Paula saw his T-shirt ride up to reveal his slender hips, the waist band of his jeans low and revealing the top of his briefs. What a riot of conflicting thoughts the sight of him, and his ways, aroused in her.

“Careful, Brad…don’t lose your balance!” She said it as his T-shirt was gripped, her actions protective and instinctive. “I don’t want you taking crazy risks…”

His things fell at their feet. “You did that in stopping and talking to me…the risk of stepping into the unknown.”

“That so…” She looked at Bodrum Escort Bayan him steadily. “What else have you got, apart from an easy way with words for a stranger?”

Paula had already decided to live for the moment. 

2

“Do you want some more company…for me to stay a while longer?” he asked, feeling her arms possessively embrace him as he stood by the motel’s window and looked out onto the tumbling surf. He saw how the warning flags marking the safe swimming area were being stretched out on the breeze.

Paula simply nodded, rose on tip toes to kiss him as Brad looked down into her eyes and took in the sight of her naked breasts, soon felt the clammy warmth of where she had taken him, the working of her mouth and hands on his prick and sac a frenzied start to his eating her out. She’d not let him have full control and they had soon fucked in a wild and unrelenting frenzy, the poor quality of their bed a creaking accompaniment to all that they pursued of each other. This fleshy, voluptuous, woman had sure known how to work him, and he’d let rip in his own desiring ways. It had brought to an end his months of denial and he had discovered, from her ways, that Paula had made good her sense of loss where it concerned taking a man to bed.

“That bike of yours has a lot to answer for…” he smiled and not stilling the clamp of her hands on him once more. There was more to give to her if Paula really let go and as she seemed to want to do again. She sure brought more to his sight and touch, in her ways with him, than others he’d hooked up with. She was a new, uninhibited and passionate experience.

“You made it real, for me…darlin’…it’s crazy but true.”

The ride over the highway with Brad seated behind her, and his rucksack and bedroll slung on his back, testing her sense of balance until she had gotten used to him being there, his arms about her waist or shoulders, each arousing nervy excitement at what he would want to pursue with her, and she conceded. His touches had become so much more and she unable to stop him, Brad’s fingers brushing her skin as the skirt she was wearing was tugged at by the eddying slipstream around the windshield she looked through.

She had languished in these questing caresses until she pulled in when a forested area had been reached, unable to hold back her responses. His touches had provoked her to shift on the leather seat as his fingers brought her on, each rill in the road’s surface conveyed through the Harley’s suspension and to where she was seated and that he touched. Brad’s caresses had found their way to brushing over the swell in her panties and she felt the rush of moist heat soon leak onto her skin there.

“Want to be a wild one?” he had soon kissed as her helmet was taken off and she falling into his embrace upon her. He had tugged loose the zip of her jacket and cupped her breasts in his hands, his hungering kisses met by her snorted responses. ‘Want to do this with me?’

His embrace had let her know just how it was for him, her searching hands soon finding what he would bring to her.

“Show me how that goes…every single thing,” she had replied, tearing her mouth away from his kisses and breaking out of Brad’s hold upon her. She had wantonly succumbed, would pursue an impulse fuck with a stranger, crazy as it all was, Brad’s caresses too much to bear without a raging conclusion to the ache in her belly. She had rushed into the forest, soon felt him restrain her before she was pushed up against a tree. “Yes…yes…here and now!”

Brad kissed her deeply even as they stumbled against the bark of a Redwood, and he tore aside her panties and fingered her lustfully.

“Here…like this…we do it here…now!”

She had given voice that it had to be so. That she would concede to his claims as Brad sought it of her and she would begin to cut free of the bonds that kept her living out her memories of how it had once been with Stuart.

‘Go on…go on!’ she urged and her gasps sharp in his ears, one hand clamping the swell in his jeans then tugging at his belt. The young guy was well hung, she sensed that in no time at all.

She met his deepening kisses as he pulled on her skirt to draw it up and over her thighs. She did not object as he parted her legs before lifting her against him, his caresses encouraging her to wrap them around his waist as his questing Escort Bodrum fingers parted moist silken skin and probed awkwardly.

“You’ll break me, darlin’….go slow!” she gasped on feeling him fumble before his prick, the press of its tip to her pussy lips and then the slow purposeful slide of him as Brad entered. ‘You’re…you’re so high in me!’

She had clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around his neck and stifled her cries against his skin, his lips, his face as their unequal efforts to sustain any rhythm took its toll.

‘Too quick…is it too quick for you?’ he gasped against her mouth, his breaths of effort inciting her to rise and fall as best she could on him. Brad was stretching her beyond enduring in the position she was kept in, riding that length of flesh she felt impaled on.

“Don’t hold back…don’t…don’t hold back!” she yelped; clawing at Brad’s skin as he found her; shifted their weight until she could bear it no longer. “Fill me…let it go! Please! Please!”

“No condom…” she heard him grunt but his movements not slowing for an instant.

She had gripped his buttocks, her touches only urging him on and she feeling overwhelmed by all that she had been seduced into discovering with him. “Oh…it’s too late. Go on!”

Paula gushed in the frenzy of their rut and as she rose and settled on him, awkwardly; felt the sharp press of the tree against her back. To feel it had made her acutely aware of the deepening sense of completion that now overwhelmed her. Brad had flooded her; found her on shivering spurts of release that had her gasping out his name and in rediscovered pleasure as her body was wracked by her orgasms, one following hard upon the other.

“What have you done to me…to make me act in this way?”

“Helped you to find yourself, I reckon. You, the wonderful, wild and passionate woman!”

He crushed his mouth against her parted lips, kissing her deeply as she clung to him. His claims, and her concession to them, had passed in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and any sense of time passing.

She remembered nodding as a sudden, abject misery had begun to overwhelm her and that his touches sought to ease away once more. She had wanted to know of him; to deny it was futile, her time of mourning had ended some time ago. It had been a time to come to terms with her loss and a looming sense of an unknown future that might be filled with loneliness.

“Come back to bed…you don’t have to leave me unless you’ve got somewhere else to go. I’m not ready to see you leave me…”

The young man who embraced her had brought her times of loss and denial of another’s touch, and loving ways, to an unimaginably passionate, sudden and spontaneous end.

“You wonder…you are a wonder,” he murmured, bending down to awkwardly kiss her hard, bared nipples as she brushed them against his body. ‘I’ll stay….’

“I sure want that…and everything else from you.”

Paula shivered in continued longing that his renewed claims upon her aroused. She ached to live for the moment, every one of them, degrading as it had become to have given of herself so easily, to work all that he brought with her hands and mouth before he’s pegged her, but the consequences had been riotously pleasurable. She had lost herself with him in that wood at the side of the highway and then in this cheap motel room. The clerk at the desk had shown scant interest in the reasons for them being there.

She met again that considerate look upon her and held out her hands to him to draw Brad back to the bed and its rumpled covers, the pillows strewn on the floor, save one that he had used to push under her hips before he’d plugged her in ways that had her crying out in rousing pleasure and dismay that he wanted her fleshy body, but her energy enough to bring the explosive releases of his lust for her.

“We’re the unlikely couple…” he said, smiling up at her as Paula again straddled his hips and he looked at her body before smoothing his fingertips over her skin from Paula’s throat to her belly, then hairy mound, her grip on his wrists tightening and her look averted. She looked down to where she would again take him, felt the press of his rounded tip at her opening, her strokes on it bringing the rush of blood that would soon have that prick as hard as it had been in that wood.

“Not so unlikely, Brad…lover of mine…you met the woman who took to the road on

her Harley to find a new life. Dust, oil and leather has brought me special rewards. I’m looking no further…I’m in a special place now, and I’m there with you.”

Brad soon brought her to where she again wanted to be.

♥

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(Note to all readers but especially to my loyal followers: I am ending Nancy’s story with this letter; some of you might be disappointed, and I will admit there are at least a dozen more ideas in my imagination for this character. But I do want to concentrate on some of the other works I’ve started. I would ask a one favor from you all; if you decide to click on a 1-5 star rating, please do so only if you have read all thirty letters. I would love to see your overall rating for the whole novella. Also, it would be great to hear from you, Literotica provides for that on a writer’s profile page. Thank you, I hope you enjoy Nancy’s final encounter!)

Dear Nicole,

My, my…what a long journey this has been! So glad you enjoyed it; I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun it was to remember and write down all these adventures for you! Jason knows I’m writing these letters, and someday he will get the chance to read through them all. Over the years there were many times when I would wake up and just lie there in bed outlining each story in my head. I’m giggling to myself right as I’m typing this because there were some mornings where the remembrance was such a turn-on, J wouldn’t know what hit him! Oh my God! Well, when this letter is finished, you will have an up-to-date record of my fascinating life! Perhaps there will be more to add at a future time; we’ll see.

After that first encounter with Matt, I believe I told you he suggested we meet alone sometime. I said to him, “Do you mean with J’s permission?” He stared at me blankly. “You really don’t know what you’re saying do you? You men! As much as I loved the fun we had, (and I definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again,) you just aren’t thinking straight…tell me, besides the fun, why did we do it? Do you remember?”

“Sure, to show me what passion and possibilities are all about!”

“Right, where does a sexual relationship with me fit into that?”

“Uhh…”

“I’m going to forget you asked me, Matt. What are YOU going to do?”

“I’m sorry, Nance; I’ll do the same.”

“That would be wise.”

Matt’s a great friend, Nicole; he never mentioned it again, and we did have two more threesomes together in the next five months. However, I’m sure you would like to know, the following spring (eight months later) Jenny Traynor and I put together a block party. It was a big bash and long story short, Matt brought a date to the event! Her name was Carrie; they met in Pineville about a month before when he had business there and they hit it off right away. Our Thursday night dinners ended that day, and a year later they were married. What a story THAT is! I will for sure tell it to you someday on the phone!

But for now, as I revealed to you in the last letter, Jason and I quickly became best friends with the Traynors. One of the things that cemented it was that J, Bill, and Matt loved golf. I never really told you this before, but every time we moved, J’s golf clubs went with us. I asked him one time, “Why don’t you sell these?”

“No way! You’re my ‘Babe,’ but those things are my ‘babies!'”

“You don’t even play!”

He kissed me on the forehead, “Priorities, Sweets! I’ve been busy.” I still remember the day he came home and said, “Hon, if we don’t have plans on Saturday morning, I’m gonna go play golf with Matt.”

“Wow…okay!” We talked about him playing again after four years off, and I teased him by saying, “Well, you and Matt go play with your toys…I’ll stay home and play with mine!” The look on his face was priceless!

Anyway, it didn’t take long to discover that Bill was a golf enthusiast as well, and pretty much every Saturday morning (from then on) the three of them took off for some golf course somewhere! This is where the story gets interesting again, my friend! Invariably, when they played golf, Jenny and I would get together for coffee, breakfast, shopping, whatever. Even our household chores were a lot more fun because we did them together; what had been routine and drudgery to me became one of the highlights of my week!

I know what you’re thinking though; and you are correct…eventually we became lovers, but you do need to understand it didn’t happen immediately. In fact, it didn’t happen for almost eleven months; that’s the story of this letter. You might be wondering, do I still spend time with Felecia on the phone? That will never change; but the time came when I told her about my friendship with Jenny. (And of course, Jenny knew that Felecia and I talked a lot; as you keep reading, you’ll see what happens.)

Anyway, that Felecia! She is so uncommonly naughty; when she realized that this new friendship was for real, she asked, “So tell me, Nance; are you attracted to her?”

“She’s a beautiful woman, Felecia, want to see her picture?”

When I texted a picture of Bill and Jenny, Felecia said, “Wow, yes! You weren’t kidding! She’s lovely!”

“Yes, she is; she’s a lovely person too!”

“That’s wonderful! Are you going to answer my question?”

“No, I don’t want to.”

Felecia Beylikdüzü Escort laughed, “That means you are!”

I laughed as well and teasingly said, “Fuck you!”

“Don’t you wish! But so, is Jenny attracted to you?”

“Of course, I’m drop dead gorgeous!”

We both had the giggles now, “No really…are any of the signs there?”

“I’m not looking for the signs, Felecia; I’m not the horny slut I once was!”

She burst out laughing at my choice of words, “I don’t know if the ‘slut’ part has changed, but the “horny you” I’m sure of!”

Thankfully we got off that subject quickly. Truth be told, Nicole, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go that route with Jenny. She and Bill were five-plus years older than us, and at the time our friendship was in the beginning stages. Bringing something up about my bi-sexual background could make things very uncomfortable. However, that phone call with Felecia did wake me up to one thing; I began to watch for any signs that Jenny might be interested. Perhaps I should take a moment here and describe my new friend. I’ll send you the picture also; it’s on my P.C. She’s taller than me by two inches, but we’re built about the same; so much so that we can wear each other’s clothes. We even wear the same size bra, albeit my boobs sag a bit more than hers. She has silky smooth, caramel-colored hair (with blonde highlights) that’s longer than mine; and her eyes are amber. When she looks at you, those eyes are so friendly! I hope you know what I mean; it’s hard to put into words. She’s very much like a “girl-next-door.”

When the men get together for Saturday golf-outings, they usually have a 7:00am tee time. Jenny and I decided to meet up on the first of those golf mornings; she made a fancy breakfast and set it up on her patio. She had this incredible back yard with a swimming pool and an eight foot privacy fence.

“I just love being in this yard!” I enthused, “You must spend a lot of time out here!”

“We do; you’re in luck because Bill loves to grill…he’s quite the show-off!”

“That’s great, J’s an awesome grill facilitator…meaning he loves watching others grill!”

Jenny laughed, “His skill set is elsewhere, right?”

I winked at her, “You MIGHT say that!” My meaning couldn’t have been more clear!

She blushed but didn’t hesitate to reply, “Oh my God!” She held her hands up like a scale, palms up. “Let me think for a second.” Her palms moved up and down, “THIS skill set…or THAT skill set. Uhh…hmm… This is a hard decision!”

I patted my tummy, “One of them adds calories; the other subtracts calories. If done correctly, it’s the perfect balance!”

“You’re funny, Nance!”

I laughed some more and said, “Tell you what, you and Bill add them; then Jason and I will go home and burn them off!” Nicole, we always had fun bantering like that!

It only took about six weeks before our friendship had progressed to the point where we were inseparable. We had lunch together twice a week and hung out with her and Bill on Sunday afternoons. On especially nice nights they’d walk Sporty over to our house and set with us on our porch. (As nice as their backyard was, our front porch put theirs to shame!) But those Saturday mornings were special because our conversations opened up and became increasingly intimate. I’m not saying they were all about sex, but nothing was off limits.

One example of that was the day we met for lunch and first discussed why neither of us had children. Without going deeply into the medical details, my situation was in my fallopian tubes; theirs was (and this was a discovery) because Bill was diabetic and it had messed up his sperm count. That was a sad conversation, Nicole; there were some tears, but we cried on each other’s shoulder and then talked about our options including adoption.

Two days later was a Saturday morning, and together we hustled our way through cleaning our houses and then settled down on her patio for a rest and a lime margarita. The guys were planning on their own lunch after golf, so we had about two hours before they got home. This was the day when the “signs” began showing up.

“So Jenny, the other day we were discussing children. Can I be a little nosy?”

She playfully stuck her tongue out at me, “No.”

“I guess we could talk about football then” I deadpanned.

“Oh my God, I’d rather shoot myself! You DO want to stay friends, right?”

We got the giggles and spent a couple minutes mocking our men who could talk football for hours. “Okay, back to my question; does Bill’s condition mean you can’t have children, or it’s more difficult?”

She looked at me carefully, “Well, that’s not the only issue. We’ve been together quite a while, and certain things have steadily declined.”

“Oh no! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

She nodded, “I don’t think he would like me telling you this.” I made the motion of zipping my lips so she continued. “He can still get hard, but not like before and maintaining it is a problem.”

“God, Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan that sucks!”

She smiled, “It messes with his head, so he avoids it quite a bit.”

“Is it messing with your head too?”

“A lot, I really don’t know how to encourage him.”

“What does his doctor say, like maybe Viagra or something?”

“Taking pills messes his head up too; the whole thing is messy! But hey, now that I’ve described our shitty sex life, what about yours?”

I reached out and put my hand on top of hers, “I’m too sad for you; maybe I could tell you another time.”

“Don’t be silly, Nance; if we’re going to be friends it seems to me that comparing our sex lives will happen all the time. True?”

“I suppose so.”

“All right then, what’s with you and Jason?”

I smiled, “We have sex regularly,” and I sat back sipping my drink.

Jenny was grinning at me…and shaking her head, “I find it hard to believe that you’re bashful.”

“Me, bashful?” That struck me as very funny!

“Well, if you’re not bashful, and you don’t want to give any details, then it must be that you don’t want to hurt my feelings, right?” When I shrugged, she put her drink down and added, “Did it ever occur to you that I might enjoy hearing all the details of your sex life?” Nicole, I looked her in the eyes and saw it all. The way she said that, I could see it in her face; this woman was horny, out of her mind horny and nowhere to go with it. Her hands were kind of gripping the arms of her chair; and I’m not positive, but I thought I saw a shiver ripple through her.

I decided to push her a little, “Yes, regularly, like three or four times a week!”

“Nice!”

“More than nice,” and leaning forward in my chair I added, “he fucks my brains out, Sweetie!”

The next thing I saw was definitely more than a ripple; she blinked hard at my choice of words, “Oh my God!”

“Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Uh, no…not in the least!”

Pushing a little more, “So then you fill me in, when WAS the last time you had sex?”

Without hesitation she said, “Three weeks.”

It was my turn to blink, “Really? That long huh?”

“Yes, if you don’t count solo.”

“That’s a different category; but since you mentioned it, when did you do that last?”

Jenny blushed, “Uhhh, this morning?”

She said it so cute I burst out laughing! “Ohhhh-Kayyyy! That speaks to a lot of my questions,” and I pushed a little further by adding, “You horny thing!”

Her eyebrows shot up when I said the word horny, “Let’s see, I get off most mornings…and Jason makes you lose your mind four times a week; just which of us is the horniest?”

I laughed some more, “Good point, Jen! Since I can’t answer that, I’ll admit it’s a tie!”

That kind of sexual banter kept escalating every time we were alone. We were the perfect neighbors and friends out in public, but Saturdays were special! It was about a month later that the topic of the privacy fence came up.

I said to her, “I love how quiet and isolated it feels in this yard with that big, tall fence there.”

“That was there when we purchased the house,” she replied. “It was one of the features that influenced our decision to buy it.”

“I can see why, it feels like nothing else exists on the other side…other than trees and such.”

A faint smile appeared, “Yeah, for the first couple years we were here, Bill and I would do it out here on that futon over there. Those were fun times!”

“Oh my God, personally I would have trouble keeping it quiet if J and I did that!”

Jenny grinned, “I get that!” She held her index finger up to her lips, “You just incorporate a ‘we must be quiet’ game into the mix. I remember one time I had to smother his face with a pillow when he came, or he might have woken up the neighborhood!”

“What about you, are you quiet?”

“Certain things set me off, like when he’s fucking me doggie? If I rub myself at the same time, it’s pretty hard to be quiet, yes?”

Thinking of the times when I had threesomes, I decided to push this a little, “Oh yeah, some encounters are like that, and sometimes an extra hand comes in handy!”

Jenny giggled at my small play-on-words, but then the realization of what I was saying hit her. “Wait, are you talking about a third person here?”

“Well, yes…I am!”

Jenny studied my face; she was just about to say something and Bill came through the back door. She quickly said, “To be continued…Hi Honey!”

That afternoon J and I spent two hours sucking and fucking; partly because I was so turned on by the direction my relationship with Jenny was going! Later, I took a good deal of time to think about how much of this to share with him. Our friendship with them was only three months old, and I don’t think it occurred to him yet that there might be anything sexual to it.

One week later (the third week of October) it was unseasonably warm. Jenny and I cleaned together; first my house, then hers. Escort Beylikdüzü She made us a couple glasses of sparkling water on ice and we took our usual seats on her patio. “Wow, we’re really becoming a good team with this cleaning thing,” she said, “that only took us a little over two hours to do two houses!”

“You’re a good teacher,” I offered, “us doing this together has shown me how to build an organized system.”

“I think I need a nap though.”

“10:30 in the morning?”

“It’s been one of those weeks, too busy, not enough sleep…blah, blah!” And then…another sign, Nicole. Jenny quickly finished her drink and said, “Know what, it’s hot out here; I’m going to jump in the pool.”

“I didn’t bring my suit.”

Jenny stood up and stripped off her t-shirt. “The guys won’t be home for at least an hour; we won’t need a suit.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the chair behind her, and for the first time I got a look at her boobs. I tried not to stare but Oh my God, they were so beautiful! I already told you she was a “D” cup, but when she shrugged the bra off and her boobs popped into view, I froze! It was clear they were completely natural and slightly cone-shaped. But her nipples! MY MY! The areolas were the largest I’d ever seen, at least four inches in diameter, and her nips were placed perfectly on the points of each tit.

A surge of hormones raced through me as I visualized what it would be like to suck them! Jenny’s eyes were on me; it was clear she wanted me to comment but she was too polite to ask what I thought. It was difficult to remain calm, but I took a deep breath and said, “Those boobs! Wow…just gorgeous, so sexy…Oh my goodness!”

She turned sideways and did this peek-a-boo look over her shoulder (with her left breast jutting out) as if she were posing. “Why thank you!” She paused, “Are you going to join me?”

“For sure!” As I was rising, she dropped her shorts. I held my breath to see if she was going to remove her panties, but she didn’t. At that very moment, a sneaky thought occurred to me; so I took off my shorts first and then my top, but left the bra on to see how she would react.

She stood there for a second with her hands on her hips…waiting. Then she made a slightly funny face, “I guess I have to ask again, are you bashful?” When I burst out laughing, she realized, “Ohh Youuu!” and then she laughed. When my bra dropped onto the chair she said, “Ah yes! Those are quite amazing too, Nance! One look at you, no wonder Jason wants you all the time!”

Then came another sign. I said, “You think I’m sexy, huh?”

“Oh yeah! Totally!” Typing the words is insufficient, Nicole. You had to hear how she said it!

I decided to tease her, “Maybe someday I’ll tell you about the wet t-shirt contest I won in college!” A surprised look swept over her face, but before she could answer, I jumped into the pool and swam underwater to the other side.

She was right behind me; when we surfaced, she wiped her eyes and pulled her long hair back in a pony-bunch behind her, “I think you should tell me now!”

“Nope, not gonna!” I laughed, “You just let that thought set there for a while.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, “When you’re ready, we’ll share; I have a few college stories myself!”

“With THAT body, I bet you do!” I cooed.

Jenny put her hand on my forehead and gave me a playful shove, “Soooo, you think I’m sexy too huh?”

We locked eyes, “Oh my God, seriously sexy!”

We splashed around and teased each other for the next thirty minutes until she said, “Maybe we should get dressed; Bill should be home soon.” As we climbed out of the pool and grabbed some towels, Jenny said, “Can I be especially nosy today?”

I made a “what?” face at her, “Today? You’re always nosy!”

“That’s true,” she agreed, “but this question is way ABOVE nosy!”

Pulling my top over my head I answered her, “I don’t mind, as long as I can be nosy too…if I want!”

“Last week Bill came home right as we mentioned threesomes. Have you and Jason had a threesome, or was that before you were married?”

I looked at her and pursed my lips, “Um, pretty recent…like three weeks ago.”

Jenny’s jaw dropped open so far it almost hit her in the chest, “You’re kidding, Oh MY GOD!”

Her facial expression was so funny! I shook my head, “No…not kidding! But to head this off a little, we don’t do it very often, this was only the second time since we’ve been together…we’re never going to be swingers or anything like it.”

Jenny was thoughtful (almost wistful,) “Wow…that’s kind of fantastic, so fun to think about! But my situation, well, you know.” When I gave her a playful touch on the arm she added, “And on top of that, I wouldn’t know how to find another guy for something like that.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course!”

“No, I mean REALLY REALLY keep a secret?”

“Like sign it in blood, right?”

I think I surprised her when I said, “Yes, sign in blood; I’m good with that! Anyway, Jason wanted to do that for my birthday present, so when I said I’d love to do it…he found the other guy for us!”

Jenny was open-mouthed again, “Really? Oh my God, who did he find?”

“Matt.”

“OH MY GOD!” and right then we heard Bill walking in the door; what incredible timing! “We will be discussing the details later!”

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It had been a few days since the intense experience with Sarah. We hadn’t spoken about it at all. I guess she caulked it up to a drunken mistake and was too embarrassed to talk about it.

Lauren and I kept seeing each other often which started to cause a problem. Sarah seemed to have an issue with us dating. I heard her and Lauren have a heated discussion about it. I didn’t see the problem, it was only a bit of fun. Lauren was a lovely girl and the sex was great but we weren’t falling in love or anything.

We started to sneak around a bit to avoid them. I would sneak Lauren into my room when the girls were at home. There wasn’t any real need. I didn’t need their permission to have someone stay over. But it became a bit of a game and trying to keep Lauren quiet was challenging, only adding to the fun.

As they didn’t know Lauren was there we enjoyed the sound of Amy and Sarah fucking most nights. Lauren became much more animated when she heard them. I worried that they may let slip my name during their role play but they didn’t. Perhaps that fantasy was losing its appeal?

Lauren was going away for the week to visit family. She had been a bit off with me for a few days since she last stayed over. She said she was fine but I knew she was hiding something. I decided to give her space and hoped it was her missing her family.

I received a text message from Amy when I was at work. It was that time of the month again and was I free tonight. Sarah would be joining which had my mind racing all day. I was looking forward to it, but I wanted to speak to Sarah before and work out where we stood. I messaged her but got no reply. It was difficult to concentrate on work but I managed to get everything done early and rushed home.

I had hoped to catch Sarah before Amy got back, but the house was empty. I took the opportunity to have a shower. I was a bit stressed, the warm water was soothing the aching muscles in my back. I washed my body, massaging the areas I could reach. There was a creaking noise, looking in the mirror I saw the door slightly ajar. I could barely see through the water spray and steam.

There was a vague outline of a head peeking through the door. I decided to carry on washing, pretending I hadn’t noticed. Was it Amy? I had previously walked in on her in the shower. Was she returning the favour? That seemed likely. Despite the other night, I doubted Sarah would be so bold to perv on me.

Knowing someone was watching started to turn me on. My cock stirred a little as I slowly stroked it. I used some shower gel and gently pulled on it, feeling it grow in my grasp. My voyeur was still watching, I wanted to give them a good show. I pushed up against the glass showing my voyeur a clear view of my naked arse. It felt really dirty being spied on and I hoped, whoever it was, got off on it.

My dick was so hard now as I increased my speed, sliding quickly along the shaft. I enjoyed feeling the veins and bumps along it. My other hand snaked down to cup my balls gently massaging them. Before I could do anything else the door closed quickly and my mystery voyeur disappeared. I decided to finish off and had an explosive orgasm shooting trails of cum down the shower door. I cleaned up and went to my room to quickly dress.

When I got downstairs both Amy and my sister were there. I tried to discern which one was the spy but they kept their cards close to their chests. As was the norm we had an evening meal together. The conversion was muted and short, sexual tension rising between us. It felt like the first time Sarah joined us. After dinner, the girls said they needed some time to get ready and would Beylikdüzü Escort I mind coming to their room in an hour. Before they left Sarah pulled Amy in for a deep passionate kiss. She stared at me from the corner of her eye as she made out with her wife. Smiling as they broke apart Amy gave me a wink as they headed upstairs.

I put on the tv as a distraction but I couldn’t focus, so I put a music channel on and decided to work out. I stripped naked, why not? We all knew the score no need to be bashful now. It was strangely liberating, doing a few naked push-ups and squats.

The workout had put a light sheen of sweat on my body and the adrenaline was pumping. I felt really good. Strong, confident, powerful. I wondered what I would find when I got up there. How active would Sarah be with me? I knew I would do everything to her if she let me.

After an hour I had a quick glass of water before heading upstairs. I woke my cock up a bit with a few tugs, making it semi-hard. I felt a bit nervous as I approached the door, but we all wanted this I was certain of that now. I may not know how far Sarah would go, but she wanted this.

I politely knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and a familiar red light illuminated the corridor. Stepping in I was treated to a mesmerising sight. Laying on the bed, stark naked was Sarah. She wore a white bunny rabbit mask and nothing else. Her toned athletic frame was exquisite, right down to the small mole on her left hip.

Lithe toned legs drew my eyes to her bare pussy. It was puffy and moist, I guessed from Amy’s attentions. Her toned stomach stretched to her beautifully plump tits. They were smaller than Amy’s, with big areolas and thick hard nipples. I was surprised to see a tattoo on her side consisting of a pair of roses with a pixie between. I watched as her dark brown eyes roamed over my naked body.

I felt someone behind me, it was Amy. She wore crotchless suspenders, sheer tights and a black lace corset. She had in the same fox mask that Lauren had worn the first night we fucked. I had to admit it looked better on Amy. She reached forward and turned me to face Sarah. Sliding up behind, she placed her arms around me and felt for my hardening cock. Slowly stroking she pushed her body into me and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t get any ideas, It’s only me who’s going to enjoy your cock. Sarah just wanted to return the favour for your display in the shower,” she said breathing into my ear causing me to shudder.

Amy turned me around and led me cock in hand to the chair in the corner. She sat me down and bent to kiss me. She held the back of my neck pulling me in for a passionate kiss. Slipping her tongue in my mouth.

Her hand kept stroking my cock as I reached out a hand between her legs. I started stroking her exposed thighs and slipped up to her pussy. Amy moaned and broke our kiss. Quickly licking my fingers I continued probing her moistening pussy.

All too soon she gave me a final kiss and turned away walking to the bed. I disregarded my instincts and stayed seated. I knew they would call me over when they were ready. Sarah smiled as her wife climbed onto the bed and started kissing up her stomach.

Amy trailed a line of kisses up Sarah’s naked body to her tits. Slipping a hard nipple into her mouth. The sight of Amy’s bare pussy facing me, glistening with her juices was insane. I grasped my cock and slowly stroked it as I watched.

Amy moved between Sarah’s nipples licking and sucking them. Sarah closed her eyes and savoured the attention. Rubbing her toned legs together and squirming a little. She raised Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan her arms and lightly stroked Amy’s back. Amy sank onto Sarah’s body and gave her a long sensual kiss. Their bodies joined together, writhing and coiling as they rubbed against each other. Amy’s arse look incredible as it wiggled and bobbed.

The girls got into a good position and picked up the intensity. Sarah lay flat on her back with Amy on all fours above. They each stroked the other’s pussy with delicate wet fingers. Seeing Amy’s juicy pussy get filled with Sarah’s fingers rubbing her clit pushed me over the edge.

Without permission, I ran over to the bed and placed my face just behind Amy’s arse. Sarah moved her legs to make space for me. I could smell Amy’s sweet scent and stuck my tongue out giving her pussy a long lick. She shuddered a little as I continued licking her dripping pussy. My tongue penetrated her warm moist hole and started to swirl in circles.

Amy bucked against my face as I fucked her with my tongue. Sarah’s fingers tickled my chin as she strummed her wife’s snatch. Warm juices coated my mouth as I heard Amy moan out.

Amy started squealing a little as Sarah’s fingers and my tongue sent pleasures rippling through her. I moved forward and kneeled positioning My cock behind her. I rubbed the mushroom tip into her folds getting it well lubricated. Sarah’s fingers were still rubbing Amy’s hard clit.

I decided to push my sister’s boundaries again. I nudged her fingers with my cock head, rubbing by oozing pre-cum over them. To my surprise, Sarah reach out and traced her fingertips over my cock. She was still kissing Amy and having her pussy fingered.

Sarah held my cock for the first time, gently squeezing it feeling along its shaft. Suddenly she let go and withdrew her hand. I placed my cock at Amy’s entrance and gently pushed inside her. I teased her with just the tip, slowly slipping it in and out in small motions. Amy rocked her hips back trying to get more of my cock inside her.

Sarah moved down so she could suck on her wife’s dangling tits. I had a perfect view of her puffy snatch, as I looked down between Amy’s arse and my cock. Did I dare try and touch her? Distracted by my thoughts I forgot about teasing Amy and she pushed back sliding my cock deep inside obscuring my view. I held still as she fucked herself on my cock rocking forwards and back. I imagined Sarah underneath her licking and sucking on her tits.

Grabbing onto Amy’s hips I thrust into her. We found a strong rhythm and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. This was intermingled with Amy’s and Sarah’s moans. With each thrust, the moans grew louder, breathy and high pitched.

Sarah shuffled upwards again. Sliding between her wife’s straight arms to nestle under her. Amy settled down on top of her smashing their tits together. My thrusts slid her body over Sarah’s and they shared a broken kiss. I felt Sarah’s fingers exploring our union, her nails grazing my cock as she rubbed her wife’s clit.

Amy couldn’t take any more. With a final thrust, she tipped over the precipice. She screamed out as her pussy clamped down and her whole body shivered. I wasn’t nearly done yet despite the pleasure I felt. As Amy fell to the side, in post-orgasmic bliss, I was now directly on top of my sister. I stared into her eyes and saw burning desire mixed with fear. I wasted no time in moving down to kiss her thighs.

“No, we shouldn’t,’ whispered Sarah.

But she made no moves to stop me as I kissed up her thighs to her wet pussy. As I kissed the outside of her lips I noticed Escort Beylikdüzü she tasted different to Amy. Slightly metallic but also sour. I quickly lapped at her juices. I gave her the same treatment I had given her wife, who now moved up to kiss her. Looking up at Sarah’s body I was treated to the sight of their tongues entwining and Amy’s hand pawing at Sarah’s tit.

Sarah’s body moved like a wave from head to toe as she rode my tongue. All inhibitions left her as she enjoyed everything I did. I used my fingers to probe her depths as my tongue stimulated her clit. She started moaning, quieter than Amy, as I fluttered my fingers inside her.

“You like that baby? you like your brother’s tongue?” Amy said in Sarah’s ear.

“Uggh huh,” came Sarah’s response.

I stroked Sarah’s thighs as I tongue fucked her. A few moments later I felt her body tense. Just like Amy, she rode to an impressive orgasm. I didn’t stop and pushed my tongue deep inside her swirling and coiling it. Now she screamed out as I sucked her pussy.

She pushed down on my head to move me away. I reluctantly rolled away and moved to the side behind Amy. I was now the only one who hadn’t cum, supposedly the whole point of tonight. Amy nuzzled back

Into me as she felt my presence. My cock was still hard slick with her juices. It was nestled between Amy’s arse cheeks.

Sarah turned and sidled up to Amy kissing her. She stroked down her wife’s side as I lifted Amy’s leg. Holding it up at the knee I rubbed my cock against her pussy. Sarah boldly placed her hand on my shaft and gently stroked it. It was an amazing feeling, my cock sliding in Amy’s juices and against Sarah’s hand.

Amy arched her back tilting her arse to improve my access. I slipped the head of my cock in and started rocking my hips. Sarah’s fingers found Amy’s clit again stimulating it. I watched as they kissed passionately enjoying the feel of Amy’s tight hot pussy.

I raised her leg higher getting a better purchase as I fucked her from behind. Amy moaned aloud, occasionally stifled by her wife’s mouth. I had managed to last much longer than normal but now I felt my orgasm building. I thrust harder into her at a rapid pace until I felt the base of my cock tighten. One final thrust and I shot warm cum deep inside Amy’s welcoming pussy.

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We woke up still laying together. The girls entwined under the covers with me beside them. I woke first with the comforting warmth of Amy’s naked body next to me. I put my arm around her and held her close savouring her closeness. I suddenly felt a little uneasy. As fun as last night was, I wasn’t sure how it would feel, everyone, waking up together in the cold light of day.

I looked over at Sarah sleeping, the covers had slipped down her body revealing her bare chest. She looked so sexy laying there I wanted to reach out and touch her. Instead, I pulled the cover over her and slipped out of the bed. I tip-toed down the corridor and had a shower.

At breakfast, none of us discussed last night. There was no tension as we ate we just enjoyed each other’s company. I picked up my phone from the living room. Last night made me rethink my relationship with Lauren.

Maybe It wasn’t fair to carry on seeing her. I didn’t want to hurt her and if it continued I eventually would. I know it was a dick move but I decided to text her. I felt pathetic but hated confrontation. I wrote a message saying I had enjoyed our time together, but it was for the best that we stopped seeing each other.

Sarah walked into the living room. She wore a short silk dressing gown that flowed over her curves. I was tempted to cuddle her and see if I could initiate something.

I was about to send the message when my phone buzzed, it was a message from Lauren. I opened it. It was a picture of a long, white, plastic stick. It was a pregnancy test and it was positive.

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When I heard the front door creak open, I already had my elbows on the mattress and my bare ass hoisted into the air. My wife’s hot-pink bikini top squeezed my tits. The matching bottoms were still in the drawer. My laptop was perched on a pillow near the head of the bed. The porno playing on the screen showed 50 guys taking turns fucking a hot blonde with big tits. My cock was rock hard. In my normal life, I’m a straight, red-blooded guy who drinks Budweiser and watches football. But at that moment, I identified with the blonde. I wanted to be used like a whore.

I heard the front door close.

“In here!” I yelled. “Just follow the sound of the moans.”

The guy making his way down the hallway with heavy footsteps told me his name was Steve. We had met on Grindr about an hour earlier. Both of us were married to women and liked having sex with other guys married to women. That was good enough for me.

My ass was facing the doorway, so I didn’t see him come in, but I heard him.

I turned my head to see if he matched the pictures he had sent over Grindr, and they did. He was just my type– an average, middle-age married guy. Our eyes met, and we nodded at each other. Not a single word needed to be said.

He kicked off his casual office shoes while unbuckling his belt. I could tell he was nervous. So was I. For me, it was a good nervous– a sweet adrenaline rush while thinking, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Again.”

Steve let his khaki pants fall to the floor, and then he stepped out of his boxers. He pulled his collared blue shirt over his head. Nine inches of married hard salami stood at the ready.

“My ass is already lubed,” I said. “Just fuck me. No condom.”

Steve paused.

“No condom?” he asked. “I’ve never done that.”

“Me either,” I said. “But I want it raw from you. Cum inside me.”

I was far gone in lust haze. I had been watching porn, pinching my nipples and chatting with married guys on Grindr for hours. I yearned for the dirtiest, nastiest sex my mind could conjure. Beylikdüzü Escort I think Steve felt the same. He put up no resistance to my request.

Steve knelt on the bed behind me. I faced forward and focused on the video. A dude was fucking the blonde doggy style while a crowd of guys beat off around them. Cum streaked down her face. It was exactly the kind of inspiration I was looking for.

Steve put his cock in my ass lengthwise like a hot dog in a bun. He started dry-humping my crack.

“Who’s bikini is that?” he asked.

“My wife’s,” I said.

I could feel his prick stiffening as he worked himself up and down. The bikini string was tied tightly around my chest, the cups squeezing my tits.

“Do you fuck her on this bed?” Steve asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“You dirty whore,” he said. “I’m going to make you be gay for me.”

Pre-cum leaked from my cock. Steve guided the head of his dick to my asshole. I felt the pressure on the rim and then he was suddenly inside me. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. He slowly slid the entirety of his love sausage inside me. Then he pulled back just as slowly.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “I love having you inside me.”

He started pumping my ass, languidly, like an oil derrick on the West Texas plains. Gradually, he picked up the pace. I felt like a slut.

“This how you fuck your wife?” he asked. “This how you fuck her?”

What he didn’t know was that she could have walked in at any time. She was out running errands and wasn’t due back for another hour or two, but it was totally possible for her to come home early.

“Harder,” I said breathlessly. “I fuck her harder.”

Steve started heaving all nine inches up his prick up my ass with every stroke, his balls slapping off my ass. But I knew he had more in him.

“Like this?” he asked. “You fuck your wife like this?”

“Harder,” I said.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and started doing me jackhammer style. He had amazing stamina. I looked Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan up at the computer screen. The blonde was on her back with her legs spread. A guy was banging her. Her tits were covered in cum, and several guys were grouped around her with their cocks in their hands. It was the image I needed.

“Show me how you would fuck my wife,” I said. “I want you to cum in her pussy.”

That was all it took. Steve uncapped a gusher inside me. His groans made me so hot I started to cum, shooting my goo all over the old brown blanket I’d placed atop the comforter for just such an occasion. It was the first time I had cum without touching my cock and the first time I had cum at the same time as another guy.

I’d call the day a success.

Steve pulled out. Cum dripped down my ass cheeks as I rolled off the bed and started to slide on my boxers and cargo shorts. I felt the jizz trickling down my thighs as I untied the bikini top and slipped on my Van Halen T-shirt. Steve was getting dressed quickly. He had been through these hookups before. He knew the deal.

We finished dressing without a word, and then he made a beeline for the BMW parked on the street in front of my house. I watched from the window as he pulled away.

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This is an absolutely true story. I really did have unprotected anal sex with a random Grindr guy in the bed where I fuck my wife and loved every second of it.

I am a total sex addict, and this is my confession.

In my “real life” I am a highly successful consultant with a wife and a house in the yuppie part of town. What no one knows, though, is that I spend hours everyday watching porn and trying to hook up with dudes online. I used to go through with it only once or twice a year. Lately it’s been more like once or twice a month. I pretty much hook up only with men who are married to women but make exceptions for closeted straight guys, cross-dressers and transsexuals. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve hooked up Escort Beylikdüzü with, but if you tally every, jack-off session, blow job and fuck, it’s probably in the neighborhood of 70-80. I meet up with a lot of business travelers in their hotel rooms and always find some action when I travel for work. I invite guys to my house when my wife is out. A few guys have invited me to their homes.

I am very versatile. I will suck or get sucked and top or bottom. I usually end up topping because so many of the married guys I meet like to bottom. My hookup with Steve was an anomaly and bottoming for him was a welcome change.

This may sound strange, but when I am hooking up with guys, at least one of us is standing in as a woman in my imagination. Cross-dressing used to be a prerequisite for me. Either the other guy or I or both of us needed to be wearing some kind of lingerie. I still like cross-dressing, but it’s no longer necessary. I’ll play as a guy or a CD. What I like about bottoming is feeling that I have become the porno whore on the computer screen. When I stop, I think of the guy as my secret girlfriend. It goes the same with blow jobs.

(I swallow– just thought I’d throw that in there.)

As soon as I cum, I feel deep shame and regret. I have tried quitting this lifestyle many times with the help of three different shrinks, Sex Addicts Anonymous and Sexaholics Anonymous. None have worked, so I’ve decided to embrace it.

The shame still hits with the same force every time. One thing I’ve learned to do, though, is use the shame from one hook up to fuel the next. In deep recesses of my mind, I hold an unshakable belief that gay sex is abominable, awful, one of the worst things that could happen to a person. But that’s what makes it so dirty, and the dirtiness turns it into a major rush. Going from one hook up to another makes the experience even and dirtier and more intense. Eventually, though, the shame and guilt hit like a tsunami. The longer I go, the worse it is.

All the stories in this series are true. There is no moral. I am writing them because it gets me off to know my secrets are public on the internet, and I enjoy connecting with guys who are into the same thing I am.

So if you’re into it, leave a comment or send me a note. Maybe we’ll connect, and the next story I write will be about you.

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You pace back-and-forth nervously before work waiting for a handyman to arrive at the House. He’s late and you have very little time to get going if you’re gonna make it to work on time. You plan on cutting him some slack because you feel guilty about hiring him off his picture alone. Much like a guy choosing a realtor for her looks, you chose him while browsing the web for contractors because of the photo he inserted in his ad. In his ad he wore a sleeveless shirt overlaid by a fall harness nestled snugly into his denim jeans. He appeared to be a full head taller than the workers around him and his sun tan skin glistened under his 5 o’clock shadow.

You explained the project to him over a couple of phone calls and sent pictures of similar accent walls from the net. It was a small project for him but more than you wanted to tackle.

When the doorbell rings you answer so quickly that you appear to startle him. In an old fashion way he slides his ball cap off his long wavy dark hair and clutches it over his chest. He starts to apologize for his poor timing but can’t get the words to come out straight. He stutters and stammers and appears nervous as he tries to speak. I,I didn’t realize you were so………., never mind, I’m sorry I’m late. His shyness is cute. You wave him inside quickly and show him to the bedroom wall that’s getting the work. He’s a little rougher around the edges than his picture showed but not in a bad way. Following him up the stairs certainly showed you that hard physical work had chiseled him into what you imagined. Apparently you’re not the only one gawking as his gaze remains fixed on you while you’re trying to direct his action to the project. A little uncomfortable at 1st, but you start to understand because you’re dressed in your high heels and business dress for the presentation you have to give today. You even complimented yourself in the mirror after getting ready this morning for looking good.

He explains he has everything he needs to get started and reminds you that you should be on your way. You tell him that you’ll be back to eat lunch and do your exercise program. He shows you to the front door and holds it for you as you leave.

Your presentation at work gets canceled, leaving you with nothing to do. You decide to pull up the home security cameras and check the progress of your project. When you pull up your bedroom you see him placing a drop cloth over the dresser to keep things clean. Instead of tape he opens drawers and tucks the cloth into them. When he gets to the final drawer he pauses before shutting it. What is he staring at? He leans back and looks down the hall as if to check and see if anyone is there and then sides his fingers into the drawer. The drawer in question is a small drawer that you keep your sexiest panties in to separate them from the others. Your mouth hangs open as you see him slide a pair through the narrow opening of the drawer and hold them up in front of him. “What the hell!” you think. He smiles as he sits at the edge of your bed, panties now in one hand and a photo of you from the night stand in the other. The photo was taken by an ex in Hawaii and depicts you laying on the beach facing the lens. Over your head and shoulders is a glimpse of a thong bikini between your tanned rear end and a powder of sand clinging to your cleavage at the bottom of the photo. You kept it around because it made you look like some kind of model from a magazine cover. You can hear him say Oh-My-God as he lifts it closer to his view.

You think it’s funny because you mouth almost the same phrase as you watch him lift your black lace thong to his mouth and nose.

“What the hell do I do now?” You think to yourself. Should I call him or make a noise on the camera? You think you want him to stop but he’s so damn attractive it’s turning you on knowing he’s thinking of you. He appears to be day dreaming as he Beylikdüzü Escort lays back against your pillows and looks at the photo. The hand holding your panties drops them on his chest and he reaches for his tight jeans to readjust himself. You picture your panties laying on his bare chest and that gives you an idea. You can control the thermostat from your phone.

81, that ought to do it. He jumps when the furnace kicks off and tries to put things back in their place thinking someone was there. You giggle as he opens the ladder quickly and picks up his tool belt. His bustling simmers to an end as he realizes it’s just the furnace running. He wasn’t working long before he was

right back at the night stand staring at your photo. You get nervous because the framed picture he’s looking at isn’t 1 foot from the camera you’re watching from. You don’t think he’s noticed but it looks just like he’s staring at you at times. Enough so that you shy away when it happens. You’re addicted to the monitor now like a Crack phene as he goes back to work. There is a visible sweat trail appearing between his shoulder blades and your whispering to yourself, “take it off!”

It wasn’t long before your wish came to fruition. He grabbed a bottle of water and threw down half of it before peeling his shirt off his sweaty torso.

As he wiped his forearm across his brow you felt devious for what you had done. It felt dirty and manipulative but exciting at the same time. His body glistened with sweat as you glued yourself to the screen.

He began to wipe himself off with his shirt before sitting down on the bed edge again to relax.

He started to adjust the throw pillows before laying back on them. As he removed his hand from under the pillows your nightwear slid out with it. He again raised them to his chest after examining them and looked toward your photo. As he reached for it he stops and instead grabs the camera. Oh shit! He pulls it toward him and unplugs it but it doesn’t die because its battery backed up. You can see a growing hard on in his pants as he tries to tame it while laying there.

He then buttons back up and stands up in front of the screen and tries to shift it around as if it’s unwanted. N, no, no. You want to see it so bad that you’re verbally yelling at the screen. TAKE IT OUT! Just give me a little peak.

At this time you excuse yourself from work and hustle to your car and pull around the corner where you can watch from your phone. It’s almost lunch time anyway but what to do? Do you go home? Do you continue to watch? Your so turned on right now that you begin to touch yourself as he uncomfortably writhes around in his jeans

Just then the cameras low battery warning starts to flash on the screen. What? No. Hurry up. His hand reached through his waist line and tried one last time to adjust his dick to one side. You can tell it wants out. He doesn’t just quickly move it, he ends up holding it for a few seconds contemplating his next move. As his hand exits his jeans he moves it over to the buttons holding everything in and starts to undo them. “Finally”, you sigh. One button gives way to another in a domino effect until his fly is open and a hard cock falls out.

He takes it in his hands and continues to remove his jeans until they are low around his legs. You can’t even blink as he lays back down and starts to slide his hands down to his beautiful erection. This is unfair. He’s in your bed, thinking of you and handling his huge cock alone. You want to see how it ends but just then the camera dies. Fuck, not now. You thought you were going to get off watching this and now you’re left hanging. Screw this, you start the car and head home.

When you get there. You slam the door to announce your presents and you hear him scurrying around frantically. He yells out, “just a second, I lost track of Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan time and it was hot in here so my shirt is off. By the time you enter the room he is on a ladder acting as if everything is normal. He’s flush looking in the face and awkwardly shifting on the ladder. Now you’re confused? He must not have known I was watching. Everything looked as it should until he reached above his head and his t-shirt rose above the belt line.

His pelvis is right at head height and he forgot one small detail. The fly on his jeans was left unbuttoned. It’s too much to bear.

You also notice from his front pocket hangs the end of your panties. He had obviously tried to hide them quickly and not done a very good job. You ask how things are going and he replies, fine. You reach up and slide your panties from his pocket. “Really,” because it looks like you’re having a “HARD”time. He looks down at what’s twirling around your finger and hangs his head. Before he can come up with anything clever to say you reach right through his open fly and attempt to release his hard dick from its denim confines. You’re surprised that your fingers don’t touch as your hand wraps itself around his shaft. You struggle to pull it free until you unbutton the top of his pants and pull them down. You have him tree’d like a cat. Nowhere to go. You take one step up the ladder and stare at his cock because you know he doesn’t want to go anywhere anyways. He has a small glistening bead of precum at the tip as

he starts down toward you. Just as his feet hit the floor you plunge your mouth over his cock. His knees buckle and almost give as he leans his weight against the ladder. Fuck! He says as you flatten your tongue around the bottom of his shaft.

Your panties are soaked and as you remove them you run your tongue up his cock pressing it against his stomach until it bounces out of your mouth and off your chin. You can feel it slide down your neck and chest as you stand. You grab his stubbled jaw and pull it open. Is this what you wanted as you slide your wet panties across his open mouth? Suddenly the shy boy in him disappears. His tongue curls to meet the fabric as you glide it from one side of his mouth to the other. As they fall away from his mouth you tip tow up and introduce your tongue to his. His cock is pressed firmly against your stomach as he pushes you into the dresser. His hand slid down to your hips. He contracts his fingers until your dress is above your hips and in one thrusting motion lifts your body off the ground sitting your bare ass on top of the dresser. This must have aligned his cock with your eager pussy because the second you came to rest on the surface of the dresser he was thrusting into you like a dog in heat.

You start to grab at his back and shoulders for a different purchase but his motion is hard and rhythmic. It’s like you unleashed a primal part of him that just had to get out. The upward thrusts of his cock are repeatedly catching you off guard between g-spot and deep penetration. He starts to slow his rhythm as he slides his hands under your ass and picks you up off the dresser. You try to wrap your legs around his waist before you realize you’re suspended by his cock. He hooks both your legs in the crook of his elbows and pushes your back against the wall while he continues to pound your pussy. This guy is going to ruin you. His animalistic lust is fierce and there is no sign of him slowing down. It’s like you’re one of the nails he’s used to driving and you need it to continue.

You’re completely caught up in the moment. Nothing in the world exists except this stallion of a man who’s making you his personal fuck toy and you love it. You feel so small and petite being held up and fucked like this. He finally leans forward and places his forehead against yours. His teeth find your lower lip and he Escort Beylikdüzü says, tell me when you cum. I want to taste you on my tongue and fingers. You can’t even reply because the words are the very things that tip you over the edge. You open your eyes to his staring intently at you from inches away. He cracks a grin and says you just did didn’t you. His rhythm slows to a stop until he’s buried himself to his balls and lifts you off the wall and turns to face the bed. He leans over until your back is on the comforter. You’re still hanging from his pussy wrapped erection as he slowly pulls out. He grabs both your hands and pulls you up to your knees. He then slides under your thighs and pulls you down over his mouth. You arch forward and grab his neck as his tongue darts in and out. Grasping him by the neck gives you a feeling of power you have never had. You can see his manhood convulse each time you squeeze your hands and you want it back in you but he is enjoying the taste of you too much.

He slides back out from under you and slumps to his knees. In a quick motion he pulls your legs out from under you until you’re in front of him on your back. His hands push your knees wide apart and slide down your thighs to your glistening lips. Just as he curled his fingers to lift your dress he is doing the same to spread you apart. His rough palms are warm as they lay in the pocket of your inner thighs.

You can feel his hot breath as he closes the distance and covers your entire clit in his mouth. Holy fuck, this guy is going to make me cum again you think. Just then his teeth strafe your clit and pull gently as his fingers dip into from two different directions. Between that and the feeling of his stubble on your spread pussy lips you find your release again and he knows it.

He pulls you in tighter as you cum and holds a steady suction on your clit.

Just as your body starts to go limp he says, not so fast, I’m not done with you. He pushes your knees together and to one side. Both his hands rotate you by the hips and pull your ass into the air. Both his hands cup your shoulders and slide down your arms over your elbows and to your wrists. He is so hard that he needs no help finding and penetrating your pussy as he pulls your arms behind you forcing your whole body over his cock. His dick is now dry enough that it forces your pussy lips to drag and role around his shaft as he pushes his way in. It’s the perfect balance of pleasure and pain as he pushes and pulls until his entire shaft is lubed with your cum.

He begins once again to pound your pussy like it’s the last time he will ever get any. He is relentless until you cum again.

There is nothing left in you as you as you think back to how bad you wanted to see his cock cum on camera earlier. You tell him your done and want to watch him cum over the front of you. As you collapse to your stomach he rolls you over and straddles you. You pull him until he shuffles on his knees up past your waist. You want a good look at what has been punishing your little pussy. It your turn to watch him cum. He reaches down and and grabs his slick wet cock and begins to pump it thru his hands. It doesn’t take him long Staring at your bare tits.

You tell him you want him to cum. Cum on your chest and tits. You’re excited as his head thrashes back and his hips jab forward. This is what you wanted to see. His body convulses as he shoots his load over your tits and sternum. He pauses momentarily between each shot of cum and then continues.

It feels so warm and smooth. You’ve never had a guy do this before and it’s thrilling. His dick dumps load after load until he lets go of it and his hands fall to his side. You know there’s more because it’s still rock hard and you grab it with your empty hand and decide to punish it like it did you. He tries to jerk away as your hand slides around his now sensitive tip but you’re not letting go until every last drop is gone.

His head is back and he is groaning in agony. You want his balls to work so hard they’ll ache for days.

The last drops hang from his now punished head and you grin as you wipe it off on one of your nipples. His groans let you know you’ve got your revenge.

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Abigail

Ordinarily, visits with a General – or anyone important, really – should be handled with a level of decorum. I wouldn’t call myself an expert on etiquette or anything, but I did get the basics drilled into me when I first started working as a maid. Enough to know that I shouldn’t be laying facedown on the couch I’d found in General Yara’s waiting room. The maid who’d greeted me had already left to alert the General, and I doubted she’d be happy to see me sprawled out on her fancy furniture. So I should probably sit up, right?

…Nope. Not gonna happen. I was too exhausted to even try.

“Told Maid she would get tired.”

“Come over here so I can glare at you,” I grumbled.

Bailey obediently walked around the couch, circumventing a low wooden table before stopping in front of me. She wasn’t wearing Devilla’s clothes, as I’d originally intended, but instead a spare maid uniform I’d borrowed from a werewolf coworker. For some reason she’d refused to cover herself with Devilla’s scent, saying that I should wear them and give her my own clothes instead. I was a little curious why she was fine with me smelling like Devilla, but it wasn’t worth asking her about. Figuring out Bailey’s logic was like pulling teeth. It was probably for the best, in any case, since her current clothes came with a pre-made hole for her tail.

With her arms crossed in front of her chest and a stern look on her face, the uniform made Bailey seem like a put-upon servant, dissatisfied with her mistress’s behavior.

“Told Maid she should let me carry her.”

“And I told you that getting carried would be way too embarrassing,” I retorted, scowling. “There are already enough rumors about how weak I am; some people are even saying I have human blood in me!” Serving Devilla directly made me a popular topic of gossip. The majority of it was harmless, if irritating, coming from people who pitied me for being ‘forced’ into the job, but some of the rumors I’d heard were meant to hurt. Leaping to Devilla’s defense really wasn’t doing any favors for my reputation, it seemed. Not that I was going to stop.

People talking behind my back wasn’t exactly new, anyway – I only started working as a maid in the first place because my coworkers wouldn’t stop claiming that Mom was funneling all our best clients my way. I did wish that I could talk to someone about it, though. My friends didn’t understand why I wouldn’t just quit, and Devilla herself was out of the question. She’d just blame herself, and then I’d end up giving her a pep talk instead. Then she’d probably start calling herself a terrible friend for making me cheer her up when I had my own problems, and… Ugh. I planned on putting off that particular headache for as long as possible.

“Better to hint weakness than show it. Maid would be less tired if she listened.”

“Look, we’re already here, alright? There’s no point bickering about it now.” Maybe I was being too stubborn for my own good, but I still wasn’t going to cave. If I did, Bailey would insist on carrying me the whole way back. “How the hell did you get so fit, anyway? You were skin and bones when Devilla brought you home, and now you’re fine and dandy after walking down ninety-one floors!?”

“Horned wolves strong. Will get stronger. Will protect Maid for Queen!” Bailey puffed her chest out in pride and wagged her black, bushy tail behind her.

“I can protect myself!” I snapped, causing Bailey’s tail to stop midswing, falling limply behind her. I felt bad for a moment, even thinking that I might have gone too far, but that remorse went out the window pretty quick once Bailey treated me to a harsh stare, filled with fierce determination.

“Maid not strong enough,” she declared flatly. “I protect, or Queen upset.”

“Wait… Did Devilla order you to guard me? Is that why you’re being so stubborn?” Why the hell would Devilla give her an order like that!? If anything, she should have told Bailey to stay in her room, and not cause trouble!

But Bailey shook her head. “Not need order. Know what important on own.”

I narrowed my eyes at the wolf, finally forcing myself upright and giving her the dirtiest look I could manage. “How the hell is protecting me against nonexistent threats important?”

Utterly unfazed by my frustration, Bailey pointed a finger at herself. “I serve Queen.” Then she pointed at me. “Maid most important person to Queen. Not need order to protect.” She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but all I could do was gawk at her.

I was the most important person to Devilla? That wasn’t… I mean… Okay, maybe it was maybe sortof true, depending on how Bailey meant it. Bailey looked at Devilla as a leader, while Lenora was still struggling to see past her status as Queen, so our bond was probably the closest thing she had to a traditional friendship. It was only a matter of time before she made more friends though. Soon enough, I’d just be one of many.

…Why did that thought sting so much?

I wanted to question Bailey further, but the door to General Yara’s office Bodrum Escort opened before I got the chance. I tried not to let my face show how irritated I was by the untimely interruption, reminding myself that I was representing the Queen herself. Instead, I studied the incoming maid. It wasn’t the same girl who’d gone to fetch the General. That one had been a dryad, while this one… I honestly had no clue. I’d been forced to memorize all the different demon species as part of my schooling, but I couldn’t remember what half of them looked like.

This girl’s top half was humanoid, but her lower half reminded me of a snake’s tail. Her scales, which ran up all the way up her sides and covered her shoulders were dark green, like her eyes. Her hair, which cascaded down to her shoulders in waves, was a deep brown that offset the color nicely. Her tits, which were hidden by a black band with a white frill, were a bit on the small side, enough that I could probably hide them from view with just my hands. That wasn’t particularly relevant, but it did stoke my personal interest.

“Thank you for coming all this way, Lady Abigail, Lady Bailey,” the maid said, prompting me to put my musings aside and focus on her words. “My name is Nivera, and it will be my pleasure to serve you today.” She slithered toward me, carrying a tray with two wooden cups atop it. “General Yara will be ready in just a moment. In deference to your long journey, she asks that you and your friend enjoy these refreshments before joining her.” She placed the platter on the table, directly in front of us.

“You can drop the Lady part, I’m just another maid. And Bailey… well, Bailey is Bailey, I guess.” I kept my tone friendly, but it was an effort not to roll my eyes at her overly polite welcome. You’d think I’d be used to that sort of thing after spending so much time with a literal queen, but it honestly wasn’t the same. Devilla’s way of speaking could come across as formal, sure, but that was just what came naturally to her. I actually asked her to speak casually once, and it was so painfully awkward I begged her to stop after two sentences. Nivera, on the other hand, was putting in way too much effort for my tastes.

“Oh, perish the thought, Lady Abigail! I could not possibly refer to you in such a disrespectful manner! I am, after all, but one of General Yara’s many maids, while you are the personal attendant of our dear Queen! Why, who knows what would happen to me if word of my rudeness reached her ears?”

Her overly dramatic speech might have been more convincing if it wasn’t for the smirk on her face. I still wouldn’t have bought the humble bits, but I might have believed she was sincerely worried about Devilla’s reaction.

“Are you seriously trying to get a rise out of me in your boss’s waiting room? What the hell is your plan here, get me to raise a fuss, and then kick me out? Make me look bad so Devilla fires me?”

Nivera gasped, lifting a hand to her chest. “Why would you make such foul accusations? I’ve treated you with nothing but respect, and yet you speak to me with such cruelty… But then, considering the company you keep, perhaps I should have expected such treatment? They do say that like attracts like, no?”

My hands curled into fists, tight enough that my nails dug into my palms, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew how the public saw Devilla. I’d heard plenty worse, but this… this felt different. More personal. Nivera wasn’t just denouncing our Queen, or me for being so close with her. She was insulting us both at the same time, and using our friendship to do it. I wanted to grab her, shake her, and scream at her for being so damn ignorant and hateful. I wanted to shout, not only at her, but at everyone who despised Devilla – at everyone who failed to realize how hard their Queen was working.

But it wouldn’t do any good. I couldn’t tell anyone what Devilla was really up to, and I couldn’t prove how much she’d changed. If I hadn’t gotten to know Devilla personally, I’d still be insulting her myself. It wouldn’t be fair to curse at Nivera, or to slap her with all my strength, but telling myself that didn’t help me calm down. Was this how Devilla felt when that rabbit girl insulted me? I thought she was overreacting at the time, but maybe I should have complimented her on her restraint.

“Oh, dear me, I do hope I haven’t angered you? The way you’re looking at me – why, a woman of lesser strength might fear for her life, under assault from such gazes!”

I glowered at her, getting more and more aggravated with every word she spoke, but… I made myself let it go with a heavy sigh. Bitchiness aside, Nivera actually did me a favor by reminding me that I wasn’t alone in my anger. If I was mad then Bailey was enraged. I wasn’t certain whether she’d picked up on the nuance of our conversation, or if she was just reacting to my own behavior, but she was literally snarling, showing off her sharp fangs. The way she was standing, bent forward, with her head lowered and her horn pointed straight at Nivera, made her feelings all the clearer. If Devilla Bodrum Escort Bayan hadn’t explicitly forbidden Bailey from starting fights, our conversation would have already ended in bloodshed.

“I know it’s not the place of a lowly servant such as myself to say this, but don’t you think you’re being rude, keeping General Yara waiting like this?” Nivera arched one of her delicate eyebrows. “I daresay she must be wondering why you haven’t finished your drinks and joined her already.”

“You said she was busy,” I growled, reaching out to rub Bailey’s back. She snarled once more, before slowly straightening herself and raising her head. I could still feel the tension in her muscles through the palm of my hand, but at least she wasn’t being so obvious with her bloodlust.

“I also said she would be ready in a moment,” Nivera reminded me. “Though if you truly wish to finish our conversation, I’m sure the General wouldn’t mind waiting. Not if it’s for the sake of our illustrious Queen’s personal maid.”

I held my tongue and glanced down at the cups. They were filled with some sort of pink liquid. Fruit juice, maybe? General Yara oversaw the agricultural floors, so it would make sense. Nivera’s “service” had preemptively ruined the taste, but it felt like a bad idea to refuse the General’s hospitality right before asking for a favor. Throwing our cups in her maid’s face was off the table, too. I had to content myself with glaring at her as I drank.

The beverage was surprisingly sweet, with just enough sour in it to balance out the flavor. It was probably one of the best things I’d ever tasted, but I came close to spitting it out when I realized just what I was drinking.

“You gave us potions!?”

Nivera placed a hand on her cheek. “Oh my, did I forget to mention that? Well, no harm no foul; they’re only stamina potions, after all. General Yara wanted to ensure you were in tip-top condition for your meeting.”

“So she gave these to us out of the goodness of her heart?” I narrowed my eyes at the maid, folding my arms in front of my chest. “The cheapest potions on the market would cost me a week’s salary.” Well, it would have before Devilla promoted me, anyway.

“You needn’t worry about the price, Lady Abigail. General Yara grew the ingredients herself. You do know how good goblins are at growing things, don’t you?”

“…So you’re saying she gave me something from her personal stock?” My eyes narrowed in suspicion. Thanks to their wild magic, goblins could grow nearly anything so long as they had a seed for it. All they needed was some form of soil and water; even if sunlight was optional, if they used enough magic. But magical plants took a lot more effort and energy to grow than their mundane counterparts. No matter what Nivera claimed, these potions represented a significant investment.

“Is it so hard to believe my mistress is simply being kind? And even if she isn’t, can you afford to refuse her generosity? Trust me when I say you wouldn’t want to meet the General in anything less than peak condition.” She gave my cup a meaningful glance before following it up with another smug grin. The urge to slap her was growing ever stronger, but I stifled the urge and turned toward Bailey instead. For better or worse, she’d already emptied her cup and was licking the liquid from her lips.

“Do you know how to activate a potion?” I could already guess Bailey’s answer, but that didn’t keep me from sighing when I saw her quizzical expression. “That thing you just drank lets you use an extra ability for a little bit. It’s like what Devilla does with your hair, except this one apparently restores your stamina.” I treated Nivera to another suspicious look, but her smirk was as immovable as the tower itself. Still, while I didn’t exactly trust her, I wasn’t too worried about the potion’s effect. If she wanted to hurt us, she wouldn’t bother with a potion; she’d just give us poison. “You should be able to feel something new inside you. It’s hard to explain, but just try and channel your power like you do when you’re using your own abilities – like your horn. It should feel just like that, except… not.”

“A wonderful explanation, Lady Abigail. Though I must say, I didn’t expect Lady Bailey to be so ignorant.” Nivera tapped a finger against her lip. “You know, I’ve heard quite a few rumors about the Queen’s new guard dog, but nobody seems quite certain where she came from.”

“What’s it to you?” I demanded. Devilla’s trip to get salt for the tower wasn’t much of a secret, and it was easy enough to guess that she’d found Bailey during her journey. I had no intention of confirming or denying the truth, though. Especially if this bitch was the one asking.

“Oh, it’s nothing more than idle curiosity on my part, Lady Abigail,” Nivera assured me, bowing her head in false deference. “But I really don’t think you should keep the General waiting any longer.”

I scowled, looking down at my cup. I’d barely taken more than a sip so far, but I could already feel the effect. There was something new inside me, something that didn’t Escort Bodrum belong. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, let alone painful, it was just… there. Barely present, but impossible to ignore.

I tilted the cup back and swallowed its remaining contents. The sensation grew stronger the more I drank until it felt almost solid. I took hold of my magic and channeled it through my temporary guest, letting it shape the magic, before circulating it within myself. Slowly but surely, my weariness faded away. My limbs felt light as a feather, and my body was practically vibrating from the energy inside it. I felt like I could run all the way back to the hundred-and-first floor. It was a good feeling, but restoring myself physically had come at a cost – it used up almost all my magic. I wouldn’t be able to cast spells any time soon without risk of depletion, and this time there’d be no Demon Queen to save me from myself. Whatever General Yara was planning, I could only hope that it wouldn’t involve magic.

I got to my feet, putting my cup down with a little more force than needed. Bailey followed my example, cracking her cup in the process. I pretended not to notice.

“We’re finished. Now take me to General Yara.”

“Of course, Lady Abigail. If you and your companion would be so kind as to follow me?” The maid slithered back toward the door without waiting for a response. I got up and followed, with Bailey taking up the rear. Without speaking another word, the three of us left the waiting room behind.

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Author’s Notes:

Hope you liked the interlude! I’d like to thank to my editor paradoxicalWitchling and my proofreader FallingLeaf, for all their hard work, and I’d like to thank my readers! Your views, favorites, and comments bring me so much joy!

The remainder of my author’s notes go on for quite a while, so here’s a quick summary for those who don’t want to read through them – the interludes serve a few purposes, and while you don’t have to read them they will definitely impact the plot. Bailey’s behavior/natural instincts are different from a mundane wolf’s, but that’s more or less purposeful. Also, I changed the series synopsis – Literotica never really got the full one to begin with, but I put it below for those curious.

I hope you enjoyed getting some time with Abigail! I’m planning to alternate between her and Devilla until they reunite. Abigail’s activities can mostly be considered a subplot, of sorts. Their main purpose is to give people a look at what’s happening in Devilla’s absence. I’m also hoping she can give you all some valuable insight the inner workings of Dimona Tower. Devilla tends to be a little oblivious when it comes to that sort of thing. She didn’t care at all before recovering her past life memories, and while she’s trying to be a better person she still has no clue how to be an actual leader. It’s arguably better for her to leave it in the hands of people who actually know what they’re doing, so that she can devote time to things only she can handle – like going on adventures befriending Lucy!

Of course, Abigail doesn’t know much about the actual politics of the tower, but she gets at least a little information just by living in a actual city, instead of what’s essentially a palace. (One that’s big enough to be its own city, and which is populated almost solely by commuters who are only there to serve her needs.) It also helps that people are actually happy to talk to Abigail of their own volition.

The interludes also serve another purpose, however – laying the groundwork for Devilla’s future chapters. I don’t want to spoil too much, but Abigail’s interludes will most definitely have consequences beyond her success or failure to get peppermint oil. You can probably get away with skipping them, if you really want to. Abigail will summarize some of what she’s been doing for Devilla’s sake in the main chapters, so it shouldn’t be too confusing. But I do think it’s valuable to have the whole story, so I’m hoping people will find them enjoyable enough to read.

Other than that, my main comment for this chapter is in regards to Bailey. I suspect many of you have noticed that her behavior doesn’t really match that of real world wolves, so I wanted to be upfront and say that I’m not even trying to stick to their natural behavior. Horned Wolves are monsters, at the end of the day, and they aren’t a perfect match for their mundane counterparts.

By the way, I altered the description of the series – Literotica never really got the original to begin with, but what I had before matched my initial intentions for the series, but it’s a poor fit for what I ended up with. The core concept has never changed, but back when I first came up with it I expected more of a traditional harem story. Devilla was meant to win the affection of all the generals, and the Heroine, willingly sleeping with anyone who asked, but completely oblivious to their actual feelings for her. She was going to be super dense in terms of romance, believing herself unloveable, but generally trying not to dwell on things too much. As you can see, things didn’t really go according to plan. I think that’s a good thing, since I very much love the characters I ended up with, and I’m happy with the plot I’ve written, but it definitely doesn’t fit the summary I put up at the start. ^^;

For those who want to read the current synopsis –

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Written years ago but never published until now – please read “Caught Playing in the Pool Room” for context

In the next few days after the incident in the pool room that summer, I had laid low. No more jack sessions out in the open, and no getting caught staring at Lucy’s hot tits and her little bubble ass in her tight jeans; I’d just look the other way when she came into the room. And no sex with my wife, Susan, because she was staying out late with friends all that week.

One afternoon, after another long hard day in the orchards, and again in an empty in-laws’ house, I found myself in the shower. I scrubbed the day’s dirt from every part of my body and washed my hair as I recalled what had happened in the house’s Pool Room just the other day. My sister-in-law, Lucy, had walked in me while I was masturbating to a Playboy magazine, then ‘forced’ me to finish the act under the threat of telling Susan of my indiscretion. I did it, I jerked off not to the magazine’s models but to the intense proximity to Lucy and her sexy slenderness. The images of that day were powerfully vivid and my 6″ dick was getting hard again already without me even touching it beyond the soap scrubbing.

I turned away from the hot shower water and squirted another blob of gel soap into my hand, closing my eyes and fantasizing that Lucy was now in the shower with me, behind me, her breasts pressed up against my back, her hands reaching around to my front. I first spread the gel across my chest, feeling my pecs and nipples as I imagined they were in her hands. The soapy hand traveled lower to my taut stomach, then even lower to my groin. The gel slowly began to lather up as it mixed with my short-cut pubic hairs and remained smooth as my hand finally contacted my hard cock.

Slowly I stroked it, squeezing in on each down stroke, feeling the warmth radiating outwards. The cut mushroom head was huge under the soap and pulsing after each stroke, and I sensed the feeling of an impending orgasm building from deep within my body.

Without thinking, purely in response to my body’s needs and my mind’s desires, I reached to the gel dispenser and squeezed another blob onto the open fingers of my left hand as I moved fully away from the water spray. I leaned so that my right shoulder touched against the shower wall, the opaque glass and aluminum shower doors to my left, the shower head behind me and directed as down as possible so as not to wash the gel away. I continued to stroke my dick with my dominant right hand and slipped my left hand around my left hip and planted the fingers into the crack of my ass.

The gel felt cool at first, quickly warming as I massaged in into my crack. A moment later my left first finger found my rectum and I inserted it into my anus up to the first knuckle. A few strokes later it was in to the second knuckle, and finally I thrust it in fully. My fantasy shower companion, Lucy, was hard at it, fingering my ass and pressing on my sensitive prostrate as she stroked my cock. It wouldn’t be long before I would explode onto the wall at the back of the shower.

Stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust. My timing was perfect, the balance of feeling in my front and rear was perfect. A few more seconds…I opened my eyes to watch my orgasm become visible, and instead I saw Susan poking her head in at the open shower door!

“What the hell?! What are you doing?” she nearly screamed at me.

“Shit!” was all I could say, and with that, the fantasy came to a crashing halt. Lucy’s hands fell away and she vanished; even the imaginary Susan disappeared after one last dirty look. My finger squirted out of my ass and my cock deflated, leaving me with severely swollen balls. The shower water grew cool as I leaned back into it, too freaked out to continue my self-pleasuring. Damn, how the hell did she crash my fantasy? Fuck!

A few minutes later I was out of the shower. I pulled on a pair of tight gray briefs, thought for a moment, then pulled them back off before grabbing a pair of recently washed jeans. They went on a little tight, revealing the outline of my cock and balls, and feeling good on my rear. I looked up at the big mirror Bursa Escort over the sink: tight jeans on, no shirt, nice summer tan. Flexed my muscles a little, then put my hands on the sink’s edge and tightened my biceps and puffed out my chest as I sucked in my abdomen. I thought I looked pretty good and wondered why more women didn’t seem to notice or flirt with me. Must be the ring.

I left the bathroom and paused in the hallway. To the left was the bedroom that Susan and I were staying in during the few weeks we were here helping with the harvest. And to the right, beyond a closed door, was Lucy’s room. I turned left and stopped at the corner of the long hallway leading out to the rest of the house and listened for several moments. Again, not a sound. But then I remembered how that had failed me the other day, and quickly went out to the living room to scan the yard again from the big windows.

The yard was empty, seemingly safe. I decided what I was going to do, that I’d keep my dick in my pants this time, and quickly moved back down the hall. Past our room, and straight through the door into Lucy’s.

I didn’t need to turn any lights on, as the west-facing windows had very lightweight curtains and plenty of light was coming in. Her bed was a big queen with a simple headboard, almost too big to have in the generally small rooms of this old house. The blankets were thrashed around — I always hated an unmade bed unless I was in it. A long low old wood dresser sat on the wall just a few feet from the end of the bed, a huge square mirror centered on top of it, with pictures of friends and little kids taped around its perimeter. The top of the dresser was packed with dozens of bottles of makeup, lipsticks, mascaras, and lotions, and even a few drink cups and plastic silverware.

I continued to look around, unsure of what I was hoping to find, but still enjoying the intrusion into her private world. Clothes littered the floor, an old computer sat on a cluttered desk in the corner, and the top of the bed’s single nightstand was full with a lamp, an alarm clock, and several stacked paperbacks. Typical stuff; Lucy may have looked trim and tight out in the world, but her room was a horrible mess.

I next peered into her open closet. Not excessively big and packed tightly with clothes and boxes. Lots of skimpy tops and wife-beaters hung on hangars, and I recognized many that I always enjoyed seeing her in. Then her jeans which she also hung up; I quickly fumbled through them to find the treasured pink-zipper pair. I finally found and pulled it from the closet. I held the hangar up in the air, twirling it to let me see the denim from all sides, and to view the zipper.

I moved the jeans closer to my face, imagining that she was wearing them, and I was kneeling at her heeled feet. I touched the zipper bottom at the back waistline and dragged my fingertip along the teeth all the way to the front where the pull was. Closer I moved in, until my nose touched the pink metal, sniffing in deeply to hopefully catch a whiff of her sweet juices that may still be lingering on the material. It was faint, if at all, but just the imagining of it was enough to spark my senses and cause my dick to become erect in my tight jeans.

I allowed myself a last indiscretion by grasping the zipper pull in my teeth and gently pulling it down to open the zipper. Beneath I imagined seeing skin in the absence of any panties and smelling the wetness of Lucy’s building desires. I let go of the pull as she spread her legs apart, and I could then see her beautiful pussy, framed by the medium-blue denim with the lovely pink zipper.

My cock was raging now and cramped within my jeans. I paused to listen, trying to still the pulse of the blood beating in my ears, as I undid the button of my jeans and unzipped them. Without briefs on the head of my cock popped out and throbbed in appreciation when I freed it completely.

I stood there and stroked it as I fondled the jeans in my other hand. It felt so good, and after the abrupt stop in the shower it wasn’t taking long to get back to where I had been. Wanting more stimulation, though, Bursa Escort Bayan I laid the jeans on the bed and looked for another item. Back in the closet I searched, flipping through her clothing, until I found it, found them — on the ground were her shoes, and there sat the most wonderful high heel. I lifted it up to get a better look.

It was all white, with no buckles and just a few simple straps. Its stilletto was long and slender, maybe 5″ tall, and the toe box had a 1″ wedge under it. Lucy was tall already, and with these heels on she’d be even a hair taller than me. The surface was glossy and as smooth as glass, truly a ‘stripper heel.’ I marveled at it while my hand drifted back to my raging cock.

I imagined Lucy laying on her bed with her foot in the heel as I stood at the foot of the bed. She raised it all the way up to my face, the heel’s toe touching my cheek and nose, and then to my lips, and I kissed it. She then dragged it slowly down my bare chest, rubbing it across my hard nipples before going lower across my tight stomach muscles. Finally, she nuzzled my hard cock with her foot as she looked into my eyes with a mischievous stare, the shoe’s smooth and cool surface contrasting with my hot and engorged cock.

Damn, I was close! Stroking my cock with deep long thrusts and holding the heel up under my balls, I was ready to let go. I turned toward the open carpet between the bed and the closet, fell to my knees, and prepared to let go onto some fast-food napkins.

“Damn, caught you AGAIN!” came a familiar voice from the doorway. “Is this all you ever do?!”

“Shit!” was all I could say as I turned to see Lucy standing in the doorway. She had a big smile, as if she had won the lottery.

Again came the split-second calculation. Fight or flee. But my body froze on me, and rather than jerk to my feet and attempt to cover up, I resigned myself to the situation and just stayed in place. In a final sign of defeat, my head dropped down until my chin hit my chest. In the only logical play I had, I dropped the heel to the floor and pushed it a foot away; since my back had been to the door, maybe she hadn’t yet seen it.

“And you’re doing it IN MY ROOM! With my jeans out, and my heels — what a kinky bad boy you are!” She obviously had seen the heel.

I looked down at my cock. It had softened only slightly, and some cum had bubbled out of it and was now dripping down the underside of the big purple head. Again, so close, yet so far. I caught myself liking how my cock looked, wishing it always looked that big when it wasn’t hard. Wait, stay focused here.

“What am I going to do with you? I will have to tell Susan for sure, now. This is an invasion of privacy. Did you go through my drawers, too? Find all my secret stuff?”

Hey, hadn’t thought of that! She probably had a nice little collection of dildos and vibrators and lubes. Hmmm — next time.

“Stand up, I want to see you.” I complied, again not too concerned with putting away my tool. She looked me up and down, lingering at my chest and lower regions. The stroking effort while kneeling down had been a workout, and I’m sure my shoulders, chests, and arms were looking pretty good right now.

“Damn, you are sexy! Much better than all those older married men I fool around with. I’m going to enjoy playing with you!”

I finally spoke. “Think so? Don’t you think that maybe that’s not so good of an idea, Lucy, seeing how close we all are?” I lied, thinking I would love to be her newest ‘man-toy.’

“Yeah, I think so. I’m good at hiding my toys. You’ll see.”

That I would love to see. The talking paused for a moment, so I began to tuck my dick back into my jeans, waiting and hoping that she would stop me.

“Wait. Don’t put it away. We’re going to play right now.”

“Not again,” I deadpanned.

“Yes. Sit on the end of my bed.” Lucy said as she moved to lean up against the dresser, so close to me that one of her low-heeled feet touched mine. “Start jerking off again. I’ll let you finish this time.”

I paused, then did as directed. Just sat there, my pants opened up but not pulled down. My Escort Bursa cock was in view but not much, and my hand blocked most of it from her view, like I wanted. This was going to be another tit-for-tat, and she’d better show more than last time.

“Don’t look. Keep doing what you’re doing.” She stepped to the side of the bed near the closet and I heard her kick off her shoes. I turned my head slightly.

“I said, DON’T look,” she repeated as I turned away just as I had seen her pulling her jeans off. More rustling of clothing and banging in the closet before she came back around the bed.

Lucy had put on the jeans with the pink zipper and her white heels! My current fantasy of her was coming to life right in front of me, even better than I had hoped. She had also swapped out her t-shirt for a small tube top that I quickly wanted to peel down. She returned to her spot at the dresser, and I couldn’t help but stare as I jerked a little faster.

“There. Are you happy now?”

“Definitely. Have I ever told you how hot you are in those jeans? And the heels, wow!” I said with a little more excitement in my voice.

“So, show me your appreciation. Get naked. All of it off.”

I again did as she directed. I stood up, and now just with our bodies a foot apart, I wriggled out of my jeans and tossed them along the wall next the door (in case I had to quickly get dressed if I heard a car come into the yard) and remained standing. My cock had again deflated just a tad, so now it was pointing straight at her sexy waist. I slowly moved forward towards her, but she quickly put her hands on my chest and pushed me back towards the bed.

“Not so fast. I know you’re dying to kiss me, to get your hands on me, but not yet. Lean back a little, show me your body.”

I did my best to strike a provocative pose, touching myself in different places, occasionally wrapping my hand around my cock that was again pulsing. Her eyes left mine and followed my hands, and her breasts began heaving as her breathing increased. My eyes traveled down to her sexy stomach that was visible beneath the tube top and right to her jeans.

Now it was her turn; Lucy pushed me to a sitting position on the corner of the bed then stepped back to the space by the door. For a few moments she struck her own poses, showing me her cleavage as she tugged down her tube top, and played with the pink zipper of her jeans in the front and then at her ass. I leaned back slightly to open my chest and groin to her, still stroking my cock which was rock hard and standing tall in my hand.

In a sudden burst Lucy rushed to me and tackled me onto the bed, me on my back and her on top. We kissed, awkwardly and softly at first, then deep and passionately. My hands roamed her body as I’d been waiting a year to do, and she didn’t stop me as I slowly unzipped the jeans on her ass and caressed her bare ass cheeks. She knelt up to let me suck at her tits and nipples and to allow me to continue unzipping until her naked pussy was exposed. In an easy move I flipped her off me and onto her back and moved down to kiss her pussy through the opening in the denim and lick deeply at it. Lucy began moaning loudly as she pulled my face in tighter and soon I felt her cum oozing into my mouth.

I leaned up to kiss her as I positioned my cock at her very wet pussy. She grasped my cock and guided it in, and I thrusted deeply, causing her to moan again. I brought up her legs so that her pink heels were at my face where I could look at, kiss, and lick them as I fucked her. It was all too much, and I began to cum inside her, and she seemed to be cumming again as well. I continued pounding her before slowing and finally removing my softening cock from her. She laid on the bed smiling as I dressed, and after a final round of kisses I moved to the door.

“That was awesome! I look forward to being caught by you again,” I said as I grabbed the doorknob. I looked her in the eye and boldly told her, “I expect that you will tease me more often. Keep wearing clothes you know I will like. And be ready for more sex whenever we’re alone; you’re a sexy slut, you make me hot and hard, and you know you love my cock. I can’t wait to have you again, and to get my big cock in your cute little mouth.” With that I left. Susan came home a few hours later and wanted sex that night. I did, but I had a new pussy to play with now and it’s all I could think about.

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