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A lot of this story will seem very strange or even quaint to those of you in your twenties or thirties because it takes place in 1970 when no one had ever heard of smart phones or tablet computers. I had just returned home after final exams. My first year of college was pretty typical for that era. I had done the usual number of fraternity parties, smoked a modest amount of marijuana, groped the appropriate number of coeds, and had had sex with three of them.

Although my parents were upper middle class there wasn’t much money to throw around. I was the fifth of six children, my sister Jill was a senior at a a nearby state college affectionately referred to as Slimy Pebble State, and our brother Henry was in his second year of graduate school on the other side of the country.

Jill was the head resident advisor in a girl’s dorm. She had to stay a couple days later than final exams to finish up responsibilities. Mom sent me to pick her up and bring her home. (See what I mean about quaint? Both of my parents had cars, but only my two oldest siblings who were out on their own did. The other four of us took turns borrowing Mom’s car.)

I got to Jill’s campus about noon. In those days, “men” (as we were called) were not usually allowed in “girls'” (as they were called) dormitories. But Jill brought me into her room because the campus was empty. She was supposed to be ready to leave when I got there, but apologized to me saying that she had to finish typing one last paper she had gotten an extension on. She assured me it would only take about an hour. Jill was a good sister and I had nowhere else to be so I plopped down on her bed to wait for her.

Her room was twice as large than the usual dorm room. It was L shaped with the single bed just inside and beside the door. Unlike the other girls who shared one in the hall She had a private bathroom. Her desk, with its manual typewriter was off to one side in front of a window. As an RA she had saved up enough money to buy a small black and white portable television, a luxury in those days for a college student. There was no cable of course, just rabbit ears, and just three networks. I watched the local newscast as she began banging away at the typewriter.

At 12:30 the door to her room opened without knock, and in walked her friend Alice. I had met Alice once before when Jill had brought her home at Thanksgiving. Alice was also a senior, and also an RA. She was one of those bubbly little cheerleader sorts. Perhaps she was 4’11, but that might be generous. She had a thoroughly delightful and firmly packed little body. Finely toned by gymnastics and modern dance. Her hair was red and cut just escort bostancı about shoulder length. She was surprised to see me lying on Jill’s bed. “Oh, I wanted to watch my stories.”

For the uninitiated, stories were soap operas. Apparently, this was a daily thing, Alice came to Jill’s room to watch soaps. There was nothing else on in the weekday afternoons. I was quick to say, I didn’t mind as long as Jill could give me something to read while I waited.

Jill said that there was a paperback in the book rack above my head but other than that, all she had were textbooks. Alice handed it to me, it was a romance novel, but it was better than her Advanced Calculus for Business Majors.

The only place to comfortably watch television or to read was the bed. Alice said, “Slide over.” She lay face down beside me with her head at the foot of the bed. I was sitting up against the head board so my hips were almost at the head of the bed. Her feet were beside my knees, and my much longer legs almost reached her hips. There was a gap of about four inches between us. Jill was banging away at the typewriter.

Jill’s book was very much of a chick book. A few decades later romance novels became racy with explicit sex scenes, but in those more innocent days, sex was only implied with strong arms wrapped around slender women while passionate kisses were exchanged with no mention of tongues. I quickly lost interest in the book. Instead I focused my attention on the lovely rounded ass just a few feet away from. Alice was wearing cut off denim shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Her shorts almost came down to her knees. They were very tight, and she did a wondrous job of filling them.

In the commercials, Alice and I chatted. She would be taking a train home the next morning. Her family lived about 500 miles away. She was engaged to be married in June and then she and her fiancé would move to Chicago where he had been offered an associates position with an accounting firm.

When the second soap opera ended, I asked Jill how much longer she would be. (The hour had already stretched to an hour and half.) She promised she only had her footnotes and bib to do, so it would be pretty soon. My sister is pretty smart and a good typist, but typing footnotes and bibliography using a manual typewriter was an onerous and difficult task. I knew it was going to be at least another hour.

Idly, almost without thought, I began tracing little circles on Alice’s lower leg. At first it wasn’t sexual at all, I was touching clear down at her ankle. I was thinking about how pretty her tiny little feet were. She jumped, when I ran one finger down ümraniye escort over the instep. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a mischievous smile, but she didn’t say anything. Jill kept banging away at the typewriter.

Alice moved the leg I was touching over that four inch gap between us so that it touched me.

Now running through my mind, were some of the rules of the day. Alice was a graduating senior. I was scarcely out of my first year final exams. She was way out my league. We had really never exchanged more than ten words prior to that afternoon. And on top of that, she was engaged to be married. Then, there was my sister sitting just a few feet away, albeit with her back to us, banging away at the typewriter.

I leaned forward a little so I could reach higher on Alice’s calf. If Jill had turned around she wouldn’t have been able to see my hand, the bed was half behind the L in the wall. Only my feet and the upper half of Alice’s body would have been in her line of sight. After a minute or two of light caresses there, Alice looked back at me again, gave me that same mischievous smile, and wiggled back closer to me.

Hmmm, this was getting interesting. I could easily reach up to about the middle of her thigh now. But there was that matter of the denim shorts. Denim is actually a very tactile fabric. It has nice touch to it, especially when it stretched very tightly. I was enjoying running my hands lightly, fingers just almost touching her leg. Alice’s toes curled. She was doing a little bit of squirming on the bed. Jill was banging away on the typewriter.

I took a risk. Leaning forward I gave her ass a little squeeze. She gave it an enticing wiggle. I slipped my fingers in her hip pocket and tugged. She took the hint and squirmed still further in my direction. All but the upper part of her torso was now concealed if Jill turned around.

I caressed her ass for a few more minutes until she again smiled back at me and parted her thighs. My momma didn’t raise no fools, I knew where she wanted to be touched. And I obliged. There was little bit of a wet spot showing through the denim between her legs. I slipped my hand palm up against her pussy.

I could really only guess where her clit was. But I used the coarseness of the seam in the denim shorts to rub against where it should be. She immediately caught her breath. Fortunately there was a TV commercial on that was loud enough to cover the noise. I could see her hand gripping the blanket on the bed. I repeated the back and forth several times. She stuck her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. This went on for about five minutes. She wasn’t kartal escort bayan watching the television at all. Her face was buried into the mattress. Her hips were lifting up and down as she dry humped my hand.

Suddenly, she jumped out of bed. Her face was flushed red, and she said to Jill and I, “I’ve got some potato chips, I will be right back.” She ran out of the room.

I guessed I had gone about as far as I could go with this. She was probably drawing a line that wasn’t going to be crossed. But it had already been fun. Jill kept on banging away at the typewriter.

A moment later, Alice returned. She was carrying a bag of Wise potato chips. The blush was gone from her face. And the denim shorts were too. She was wearing the tiniest, shortest denim skirt I had ever seen. It barely covered her butt when she was standing up. She winked at me, and then climbed back into bed, still closer to my reach. There is no doubt that this was a very clear invitation to the next stage. She wrinkled the bag of chips so they made noise, and asked if either Jill or I wanted any. Not only did the skirt make her more accessible to my touch, but she could use the noisy bag to cover up other noises.

Again her thighs were parted. I could see the standard issue white cotton panties of the day. They were positively soaked to my touch. Her pussy was outlined through the wet material. I began tracing around it with the fingertips of my left hand. I slid my right hand up under her skirt to caress her ass. I was a little surprised that she lifted her midsection off the bed so I could pull her panties down to mid thigh. Jill was still banging away at the typewriter, but it seemed to be pausing, then hurrying again.

The smell of her pussy juices rose up to me as I sunk the middle finger of my left hand into her. I could feel the muscles within her pussy squeezing. With my thumb I stroked her clit. She began to make little tiny mewing noises. Her hips were grinding into my hand. With my right hand I separated the cheeks of her butt and touched the puckered rose hidden there. She began to orgasm. She could no longer stifle her gasps. I heard Jill’s typing come to a stop.

Alice had not yet finished climaxing when Jill spoke. “You owe my little brother. Take him back to your room and finish it there!”

She did.

I will tell the rest of this story another day. But I will make two final comments.

Two hours later Jill was banging on Alice’s locked door to tell me she was ready to go home. We let her bang away for a few minutes.

When Alice got married a month later, Jill was in the wedding. She had just broken up with her boyfriend that week and I agreed to be her last minute stand in escort. Alice began laughing nervously when she saw me. Just before exchanging vows with her husband-to-be she looked out over the church to catch my eye and wink with that delicious mischievous smile on her face.

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I was woken up early the next morning, with Laurie still in my arms. She was still naked, and I was still only wearing my shirt. She was trembling and sweating. She was yelling “No, please don’t!” in her sleep. I knew that she was having a nightmare. “Laurie.” I whispered into her ear. Laurie opened her eyes.

“Eric.” She answered.

“You were having a nightmare.”

“It was terrible. It was about my foster father. He raped me on my eighteenth birthday.”

“That bastard.” I hollered. She started crying on my shoulder.

“He said I was a worthless slut that was only good for one thing. When I put up a fight, he beat me, that’s how I got the bruise on my face. I had other marks, but they healed over in the past week. I called the police, but because of my history as a run-away, they didn’t believe me.”

I held her closer to me. “I believe you.” I replied.

“My foster mother called me a lying whore in front of the police officers. After the officers left, my foster parents told me I had five minutes to get the fuck out of their house. I was able to pack one change of clothes when they busted down the bedroom door and my foster father swung a golf club at me, hitting me in the back of the head with escort bostancı it.”

I put my hand on the back of her head, and I felt a large bump on it. I was beginning to get furious at how anyone could treat such a beautiful young lady with such evil.

“The next thing I remember was waking up on the side of the street with just one change of clothes in my back pack and a note pinned to my shirt that read ‘LYING SLUT!’ I knew if the police did not believe me about the rape, I would be wasting my time reporting this to them.”

I kissed her gently on the forehead. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” We fell back asleep.

When I woke up again, I was on the bed alone. I figured Laurie was in the bathroom, so I would give her some privacy. Then I saw her back pack and got an ideal. I pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and opened her back pack. I checked the tags on the clothes in it and wrote down the sizes. I checked her shoe size as well and wrote that down. Later I would go shopping and buy her some new clothes as a late birthday present.

Suddenly, I heard her coming towards the bedroom. I slid the slip of paper under the mattress, so as not to ruin the surprise. I laid back down ümraniye escort on the bed, pretending to still be asleep as she opened the door. “I cooked you some breakfast.” she said softly. I opened my eyes and noticed she was wearing the robe my ex-wife left when she walked out on me. I sat up as she handed me a plate with pancakes on it. She also had a bottle of syrup with her.

“You didn’t have to go to the trouble of cooking me breakfast, Honey.”

“It was no trouble, Dear.” she replied.

“Aren’t you going to have some?” I asked.

“I already ate.” She smiled as she poured some syrup over the plate of pancakes. While I ate, I noticed that she wouldn’t look anywhere except my crotch. I was still naked from the waist down, and she seemed to enjoy looking at my cock.

After I finished eating, she removed my shirt. She then removed the robe and poured some syrup over her breasts. She climbed on top of me and guided my head to her breasts. I started licking the sweet syrup from her sweeter breasts. She started moaning as her nipples started hardening in my mouth. I knew there was no way of hiding the fact that my dick was beginning to harden from her, since she was sitting on top of it.

She kartal escort bayan stood up and poured some syrup over her ass and bent down. She placed her ass just inches from my face. She grabbed a hold of my dick and started stroking it. “Lick my virgin ass.” she begged.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her ass. I was surprised how sweet her ass was, and it wasn’t because of the syrup. I grabbed her hips and plunged my tongue into her asshole. She started moaning loudly as she stroked my dick harder. I could tell from her tightness that she has never had anything thicker then a pencil in her asshole.

She pulled away from my face. “I want you to fuck my ass.” she moaned as she knelt in front of me. I knelt behind her, hesitantly.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. She turned her head, smiling at me.

“Yes.” she begged. “I saved my ass for you.” I guided my dick to her asshole and slid it in as Laurie moaned louder and harder. Her ass was tighter then I thought. “Cum in my ass.” she cried. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long in her tight asshole.

Suddenly, I felt my dick spasm as I shot my cum deep into her ass. Laurie let out another moan, this one with pain in it, not just pleasure. I thought it was just due to the fact that her ass was too tight for my dick, until she collapsed and rolled over onto her back.

I looked at the blood flowing from her lip as she licked it up. “Don’t worry, sweet heart.” she informed me, “I just bit my lip.”

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Delta Airlines Flight 821 touched down at Cancun International Airport at 11:10AM. The passengers disembarked and, after retrieving their luggage and clearing customs, filed into the main hall. Most passengers were here on holiday, staying at one of the city’s many resorts. Among them were Alex and Aria White, who were here celebrating their ten year anniversary.

“I think that’s our driver,” Alex said, pointing to a man in a chauffeur uniform, who was holding a placard with their names on it.

Alex and Aria followed the driver to a waiting BMW. The driver opened their doors, then placed their luggage in the trunk. Alex and Aria fastened their seat belts and were soon on their way to The Vine all-inclusive resort. The drive took fifteen minutes. Upon arrival the driver opened their doors and retrieved their luggage from the trunk. Alex thanked the driver, and they headed for the check-in desk.

Ten minutes later they arrived in their room. They had booked an Ocean View Master Suite, which was on the top floor of their building. Aria gasped when they entered. The main room was very spacious. On the left side was a couch, a small table for entertaining, and two chairs around the small table. On the right was a dining table with four chairs. Beyond the main room were large glass windows and a million-dollar view of the Caribbean. Sliding glass doors led to a balcony.

“Alex, this place is amazing!” Aria said.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Alex smiled. “How about we get dressed and go down to the pool?”

“Sounds perfect,” Aria said.

They walked to the bedroom, where a four-poster king-size bed awaited them. Alex put their suitcases on the bed and opened them. Aria pulled out her swimsuit, a sexy teal one-piece that laced up the front. The suit complimented her curves and D-cup breasts perfectly. Aria was a beautiful woman, standing 5’7″, with shoulder-length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a killer curvy body. Her husband, Alex, stood at 5’10”. He had blond hair, piercing ice-blue eyes, and muscular body. They were in their early thirties; he was 33, she was 30.

“Ready?” Alex asked as he slipped his pineapple print swim trunks on.

“Yep,” Aria said, slipping on her sheer lacy black cover-up.

They slipped on their sandals and headed down for the pool. The elevator stopped on the the fourth floor. The door opened and another couple got on. They looked escort bostancı young, maybe early to mid-twenties. The woman stood 5’4″, had auburn hair and hazel eyes. Like Aria, she was curvy and busty. The man was about Aria’s height, maybe a little taller. He had red hair and from what Alex and Aria could see, a muscular build. The man wore red trunks and a white polo; the woman wore a sheer white halter cover-up, under which Aria could make out a yellow bikini. Aria noticed how the bikini complimented the woman’s breasts, also D-cups by the look of them.

“Hi,” Aria said.

“Hi,” the woman said.

“I love your cover-up.”

“Thanks,” the young lady replied. “I really like yours. Where’d you get it?”

“Online, through Torrid,” Aria said.

“Ooh, I love their stuff. That’s where I got my cover-up. I’m Ella, by the way.”

“I’m Aria. This is my husband Alex,” Aria said, pointing to her husband.

“This is my husband Brad,” Ella said.

Everyone shook hands.

“Headed to the pool?” Aria asked.

“Yep,” Ella said. “Time to get some sun and swim.”

“For sure,” Aria said.

The elevator chimed, and the door slid open. They two couples walked out to the large swimming pool at the side of the building. They found four chairs together, which was surprisingly easy. Most of the resort’s occupants had opted for the beach, just mere steps away. The two ladies sat in the middle, with their husbands on either side.

“So where are you guys from?” Brad asked.

“Ohio,” Aria answered.

“Really?” Ella said. “So are we. Where in Ohio?”

“Columbus,” Alex said.

“Oh my gosh!” Ella smiled. “Us, too!”

“Did you guys arrive today?” Aria asked.

“Yesterday,” Ella replied. “We’re on our honeymoon.”

“Aw,” Aria said. “Congratulations! We’re here for our ten year anniversary.”

“Ten years? You guys don’t look that old,” Brad said.

“We got married in college,” Alex said. “I was actually just out of college. Aria was a senior. What do you guys do?”

“I work in marketing for the Columbus Clippers,” Brad said. “Ella is a kindergarten teacher.”

“I love the Clippers,” Alex said. “Huge baseball fan. I teach English as a second language at Ohio State, and Aria has her own catering business.”

“That’s awesome,” Ella said. “We both love to cook.”

“If you ever want a job, I’m hiring,” Aria chuckled.

The ümraniye escort couples spent the rest of the afternoon talking, swimming, and enjoying the endless drinks. The time seemed to fly by. Soon it was time for dinner. The couples got out of the pool and dried off and headed back to their rooms. Alex and Aria bade Brad and Ella goodbye at the fourth floor and returned to their room.

“They’re really nice,” Aria said as they entered their room.

“Yeah,” Alex said. “Ella is very pretty.”

“She is,” Aria agreed. “Shall we get ready for dinner?”

Alex walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Aria gasped when she saw the bathroom. It had twin sinks, a large Jacuzzi tub, and a large, glass-enclosed shower. Aria opened the sliding glass shower door and walked in. Alex was already washing himself.

“This bathroom is amazing!” she said.

“It is,” Alex smiled. “But you know what else is amazing?”

“What?”

“Your body.”

Alex wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her to him. He pressed his lips to hers. Aria returned her husband’s kisses, kissing him hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck. Their lips played along each other. Aria moaned and opened her mouth. Soon her tongue intertwined with her husband’s. Their tongues danced around each other faster. Aria felt her mound swelling. She could also feel Alex’s erect cock pressing into her. She pulled herself away. She reached down and began to slowly stroke Alex’s erection.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned.

“You’re so hard,” Aria smiled. “I like it. Now fuck me.”

She turned around and bent forward slightly, spreading her legs apart. Alex grabbed her hips and began to slide himself along her swollen slit. Aria moaned as her man’s cock teased her pussy.

“That feels good,” Aria gasped. “Keep doing that.”

Alex continued sliding his rock-hard cock against his wife slit. Her moans excited him almost to the point of orgasm. He rubbed his erection against his wife’s clitoris.

“Fuck!” Aria whimpered. “That feels amazing! Your cock is throbbing on my clit!”

Alex continued sliding along her clit, each stroke eliciting a moan or gasp.

“Get inside me,” Aria begged. “I need you inside my pussy.”

Alex pressed the head into her. Aria moaned as his thick six inches began to enter her. She whimpered slightly as she felt him stretch her kartal escort bayan tight pussy open. She moaned as he penetrated her and slid fully inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight today,” Alex groaned.

He held her in place and began to thrust. He started out slowly, gently thrusting in and out. Aria moaned. It felt like Alex was hitting every nerve ending inside her. She slowly bounced back on him. Soon they were in a rhythm. Alex sped up a little; his cock hit Aria’s G-spot.

“Fuck!” Aria gasped. “I think you’re hitting my G-spot!”

“Nice,” Alex groaned. “It feels amazing!”

Alex continued thrusting into her at that same angle. Aria’s moans became louder with each passing minute. She could feel herself building to climax. Every nerve in her pussy was firing now.

“Fuck!” Alex groaned. “I’m so close!”

“Me, too!” Aria nearly screamed. “Don’t stop, Alex. Give me your cum!”

“Yeah, you want my cum?”

“Yes, Alex! Shoot your load deep into me!”

Alex began to thrust faster and faster. Aria could feel him throbbing inside her. Every time he hit that special spot she felt like she would burst. Her legs began to quiver. She couldn’t help it anymore. She cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!”

Alex noticed her legs quivering and knew what that meant. Knowing his wife was about to exploded all around his dick made him lose all control of himself. He now began to pound her as hard and fast as he could. His groans became louder; he hoped the room was sound-proof.

“Yes, Aria, take it!”

“I’m gonna cum!” Aria screamed. “Yes!”

Aria felt the climax coming. Her legs were about to give out; she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her head went back. She let out a final scream as her climax hit. Her pussy pulsed like crazy; she could feel herself gushing. Her legs shook all through her intense orgasm. Alex felt his wife’s orgasm. Her warm, wet juices flooded around him. Her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. He groaned Aria’s name as he reached his climax. His cock exploded inside her.

“Oh, Alex, I can feel you filling me,” Aria whimpered.

Alex shot his load deep into his wife, filling her. Some of his cum even dripped from her. He stood there for a moment, waiting for the flood to subside. Finally he felt himself going limp and pulled out, his cock covered in a cocktail of their love juices. Aria took a seat on the shower bench.

“Are you okay, honey?” Alex asked.

“Yeah,” Aria said, panting. “I just can’t feel my legs. I’ll be fine.”

“Should I ask the restaurant to hold our reservation?” Alex asked.

“You might need to,” Aria said. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk.”

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I wasn’t happy with my boyfriend at all. I kept getting irritated that he never initated sex at all. After a while that gets really depression, like I’m a molester or something.

There was this man I saw at the coffee shop sometimes. His name was John and he was incredibly sexy. Everyone I knew had had sex with him so I knew he was a bit of a ‘male-slut.’ I also heard that if a girl needed to get off, he was definitely the man to talk to. Something about knowing what to do with his tongue or something.

I finally got fed up with my boyfriend when he didn’t initiate sex for the third month in a row. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t take advantage of his girlfriend? I mean, I have large round breasts and a very shapely ass. It’s not like I’m unattractive. Men hit on me all the time.

I decided it was time I put John to work on me. I needed a lover because I was getting nowhere with the man I already had.

One of our mutual friends was getting married. The bar was open so I knew we’d all be feeling very ‘good.’ I was wearing medium dress but I left the underwear out of the equation. I got a very special garter belt that held my hose up. My dress was low-cut and my breasts were exposed, the cleft between them barely there as they came together to say hello to anyone who wanted to see.

John had had his share of drinks that night. The bar was open and everyone was laughing loudly, dancing wildly on the dance floor. I’d become completely fed up with my boyfriend. He hadn’t asked me to dance once. By the time I had ten Bombay Sapphire Gin and tonics, my level of frustration had peaked and my inhibitions had lowered sufficiently as to seek John out.

I saw John standing there drinking his martini and lifted my gin and tonic to him in a silent acknowledgment of our eyes meeting across the room.

He smiled at me, acknowledging my presence there by lifting his martini glass to me and winking. I knew he was attracted to me. It’d be hard not to be with my body out there for him to appreciate.

I walked toward him and smiled at him, my lips looking very coy and sexy. Leaning on the wall next to him I looked right into his eyes.

“Hi there. You look nice.” I whispered with my best sultry look.

“Hi Tawney. You look…wow, you look amazing!” John was looking straight at my chest when he said this. I knew he was imagining what it would be like to touch my breasts.

“Thank you, John. I’m glad you like how I look.” I ran my finger along the rim of my dress, sliding it along my breasts.

“Are you having fun?” I asked, my eyes slanting sideways.

“Oh yeah, how could I not this is great! Free booze, gorgeous women!” He looked right at me, from top to bottom, inspecting my little dress.

I grabbed his hand and pulled his head close to me.

“I’m going to fuck you, John. You’re not leaving this building without taking care of me.” I whispered this right into his ear and followed it up with a little huff of air on his lobe to show him I meant business.

He looked surprised when he looked back up at me. But then a slow smile spread across his face, a look of self-assured confidence spread across his demeanor. He knew what I wanted. He knew how to take care of it. And he knew he could do it.

“Yes, ma’am. I think I can give you what you need right now.” He smiled bostancı escort bayan as he downed his martini and put it on the table next to us. Then he took what was left of my gin and tonic and downed that too. He didn’t even ask about my boyfriend. He knew it didn’t matter. My boyfriend was such a pussy in general, he’d take me back if I fucked this entire room full of men right in front of him.

He took my hand and discreetly led me out of the room and through the hallways and down several corridors where other people had snuck off to get away from the crowd. I was getting very excited knowing that I was finally going to get what I’d been waiting months to have.

The building we were in used to be a bank in the 1920’s. It still had a bunch of teller booths and separate rooms for what used to be safe deposit boxes. John took me to what used to be the vault. The safe itself was still there, hidden deep in the recesses of the building. This is where the big money used to be kept. The lock had been removed, but the door still shut, offering us soundproof privacy.

He dragged me in, shut the door behind us and pushed me up against the wall behind me. He placed his hand on my neck, feeling the soft column of flesh beneath his fingers. He gently squeezed, holding my head in place as he leaned in and ravaged my mouth.

John was an amazing kisser. He tugged on my lower lip between his teeth, tilting my head sideways he made my body do what he wanted. His overpowering of me was a relief from the constant leading I did in my current relationship. My boyfriend didn’t really know what he was doing in general and required a large amount of guidance. This was one of the reasons I’d sought John out, he knew what he was doing and knew what would bring us both the greatest amount of pleasure.

John slid his tongue down the column of my neck, nibbling as he went. I knew there’d be marks there the next day but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop.

His tongue began sliding its way across my cleavage. He dipped his tongue into the crevice between my two breasts. I slid my fingers into his sandy blonde hair and pulled his face deeper into my breasts. His hands reached behind me, cupping my ass and bringing it close to him, allowing me to feel the prominent erection forming in his pants. I sighed with pleasure as he tugged my dress underneath my breasts, exposing my hard nipples to the air. They perked out toward him. His hands cupped their weight, massaging them together to savor the bulk of them. I knew my breasts were gorgeous. I arched my back, savoring the pleasure of having a real man touch my body.

John took that as a cue that I was enjoying myself, which was quite correct. He buried his face between my breasts, feeling the soft skin surround his face.

His left hand reached my knee, sliding up onto my thigh. When he reached the hook on my garter belt he groaned.

“Oh, you are so sexy, Tawney. Tell me this is a garter belt!”

“Yes, John. It is. Reach higher, you’ll find more…or less!”

John’s hands slipped higher onto my bare ass. His hand twitched, then he grabbed my round ass with his hands and squeezed, enjoying the full weight of my womanly body.

“Oh, god, you naughty little bitch!” John growled as he sucked one of my nipples into ümraniye escort his mouth. He bit down on it, making it stand at complete attention beneath his tongue.

I grabbed his hands and tugged them gently away from me. I wanted to see what I’d be working with. I slid down on my knees and tugged at the belt. Once it was open, I slid the zipper down and unbuttoned his pants. I jerked them down around his knees, his hands were running through my sleek black hair. He knew what I was doing and was giving no argument.

His boxer shorts were tented, his cock obviously very aroused. I slid my hands into his boxers, feeling his round ass. My hands slid further down his legs, the boxers sliding off as I did so. His cock jumped out of his boxers at me. He was very well endowed. No wonder so many of his previous lovers left raving reviews about him. He must have been at least eight inches.

I filled my hands with his cock. I could feel his pulse touching it. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip, showing me how incredibly aroused he was. With my other hand I cupped his balls, feeling how heavy and large they are.

I slid my hot mouth over his cock, tasting the precum on my tongue. He tasted slightly salty and very masculine. I liked it a lot. I slowly slid my mouth all the way down, taking him all in. He groaned, sliding his hands through my hair as I did this. I could feel him putting pressure on my head, lifting it on and off his cock. Even as I was servicing him, he was still in control, setting the pace and leading the way. But he wasn’t jerky like a lot of other men who like to face-fuck. He was gentle, just asserting his dominance over me.

After I’d had my fill I took him out of my mouth and smiled up at his face. He was crazy for me now. I was going to get it but good; he and both knew it.

I kept my eyes glued to his as I turned around and went down on my hands and knees. Looking back at him, I arched my back. I knew he could see the backs of my soft thighs when I leaned over like this. I knew he could see my wet pussy too.

John got down on his hands and knees behind me. I thought he was going to come up to me and fuck me like he knew I wanted. But he didn’t. He leaned down and ran his tongue up and down my labia from behind. I was completely drenched with wanting him; completely ready for his invasion. He knew that but he wanted to taste my arousal much like I had tasted his arousal in his precum.

I jerked my body at the sensation of his tongue tasting my lips. My legs spread wide of their own volition. Not satisfied with the position, John laid down on his back, sliding his face between my thighs. His tongue lifted up to taste my wet lips again, sliding up and down my wet labia. My body jerked in arousal, bucking against his face. His hands grabbed my ass as he slid his tongue further up toward my clit. I was completely losing it now. I hadn’t been fucked good for so long and I was aching for him.

I slid further down on his mouth, demanding that he suck on my clit now. His tongue swirled around it, making my legs vibrate with pleasure. I could feel it all the way up my spine. He’d taken one of his fingers and slid it deep in my pussy. I could feel it filling me. He was looking for my g-spot. His fingers were so big, filling me as he licked my clit, pleasuring me.

Before escort kartal I knew it, I’d come all over his face. My body had wracked; my legs had squeezed the poor man’s face in arousal. My come dripped all over his chin. He shoved his tongue deep in my pussy, sucking my come from me. I’d gone completely limp.

Luckily, he still had his head about his shoulders. He was able to lift me off of him, turn me over and slip my dress off. I was laying in front of him, my garters around my waist, no underwear to cover my pussy. John took my leg, still wearing my high heels, and slipped it over his shoulder, exposing my pussy to him. His finger slipped over my clit, massaging it, bringing me back up to the peak of pleasure. I was moaning like crazy, my hands massaging my breasts, prone to his ministrations.

He continued to play with my clitoris as he slipped his cock deep inside of me. I pulled my other leg up, giving him full access to my body. I squealed, feeling him go so deep into me. I’d never been reached that far.

“Oh yeah, John, keep moving!” He’d come inside me and just stopped, still playing with me. I was close again to coming but unable to as he refused to move fast inside of me like he knew I needed.

“Oh, someone is impatient.” John gasped out those words, he was taking obviously large amounts of energy to hold himself back. “What do you want, Tawney? Do you want me to fuck you?” He slid in and out of me really fast as he said this, stopping after one stroke to frustrate me even further.

“Oh, god, yes, John. I want you to fuck me, right here and right now!” I screamed at him, not caring who heard me.

“Oh, that’s what you want? I thought you’d wanted me to do something else!” He laughed my obvious need. He knew my body was screaming to orgasm and he knew he was more than capable of making me go over the edge.

“No, John, just fuck me! Don’t stop fucking me!” I screamed again, my hips bucking up and down hard, begging him to move his cock in and out of me.

His composure broke and he began slamming his long cock in and out of my pussy. I began to come repeatedly, his finger still playing with my clitoris. The pleasure was unbearable. I felt like I was numbing with so much pleasure. He was pumping his cock in and out of me; my labia squeezed him as I came around him.

“Oh, yeah, Tawney! That’s right, come baby, come all over me!” His voice was harsh; he was trying to keep himself from coming so that I’d feel more pleasure. His consideration made me feel warm and cared about inside.

He couldn’t go any further, he slammed his cock deep inside of me. His body was tight and I could feel the pressure sliding through his body.

“That’s right, John, come! Come inside me!” I was watching him as the pleasure rode through his body.

His face contorted as his cock burst forth inside of me. I could feel the fluid sliding inside of my womb. But his pleasure, I could feel his orgasm rock through his body. The pleasure reverberated so strongly, I experienced a pitched orgasm wrack through my body in response.

I don’t know how long it was before we both came to. He slid out of me, and slowly got dressed. I stood up, sliding my dress back into place. I slid my hands through my hair, trying to become more presentable.

He waited for me to finish before opening the door. As I walked through, he placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered into my ear.

“When will you need servicing again, Tawney? I want to see you again.”

I looked back at him and smiled. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time for us.

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It has been just about a week since our first date and Steven was texting me more regularly now. I work at a data entry job and as a fast typer, I’m able to text and still keep my numbers up. He was the second in charge at the advertising agency, but somehow consistently found time to check in on me. I found myself sending him weird Tumblr posts at night which made him laugh and he reciprocated with news articles to discuss. He asked things like what I was listening to that day or what bobbles I had on my desk. We were going out tonight, but when I had asked him what we were doing, he only sent the following:

STEVEN: I’ll pick you up at 7. Dress warm.

Dancing around my room, I settle on a fall outfit staple of mine: doc martens, skinny jeans, and cable knit sweater. I pull the front of my hair back with bobby pins, pulling it half up. As I reach for my mascara, the finishing touch, my phone dings.

STEVEN: On my way, 10 minutes

I feel my entire body flush at the words. He’s going to be here soon to pick me up and while we’ve been texting, the last words I heard him say were: “I want to kiss you, but anticipation is such a thrill.” After the last eight days of texting, I am more than ready for that kiss. I find myself absentmindedly imagining the warmth from his hand on my cheek again. His thick thumb grazing against my bottom lip, electric. In the days since I had fantasized about parting my lips slightly, letting my tongue slid against his skin. I wondered how he would react.

A knock at the door. I glance down at my phone, sure enough it’s been 10 minutes. I quick check in the mirror to make sure I didn’t blink mascara all over my face and take a deep breath. If he doesn’t kiss me right away, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through tonight.

I open the door to see him standing there in a dark grey henley, thick black sweater and dark jeans. He greets me with a big grin and I instinctively reach my arms out to hug him. He opens his and once again I’m pressed against his solid body. I breathe him in deep; he smells like leather and spice. His hand strokes my hair for a split second before I pull back, realizing this is totally a weird thing to do on a second date.

“Hi!” I say excitedly, but still nervous. I turn bostancı escort bayan quickly so he can’t see me blush and lock the door behind me. When I turn back around, he’s taken a step back and is watching me. I see him look from my boots to my hair before locking eyes with me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” – his tone of voice is almost disbelief or… is it awe? No one’s ever looked at me like that before. It takes all my will power not to open the door back up and drag him into my bedroom.

“Thank you,” I say blushing harder. He smiles and I realize I’m looking up at him when we stand this close. He’s got to be at least six foot to my five foot four inches. I stand there, lips parted, waiting for what seems like eternity.

“Shall we?” He motions toward his car and I smile and let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I walk in front of him, but he still beats me to open up the car door. The drive goes by quickly, conversation flowing easily once again as we tell tales of our long work weeks and laugh at jokes. The familiarity between us seems natural. Even though it’s only our second date, if you take into consideration our chat time before, I’ve known Steven for almost three weeks now. I listen intently as he explains one of his latest projects, not noticing the way his muscles flex as he holds the steering wheel.

The conversation finds a natural lull and as I listen to the music, I notice he seems almost… nervous. His hands grip the steering wheel – tighten, then loose, tighten, then loose – in an absent minded way. I fight my natural urge to ask, allowing the silence some space.

“Jessica…” he starts tentative.

“Yes, Steven?,” every time he says my name I respond in kind. My voice almost goes sing-songy, little brat, but I can’t help it. No one’s ever addressed me so directly, I don’t know how to act.

“Could I ask you to turn on your read receipts? If just for my texts?” he asked the windshield. His voice was calm and assured, but quiet. For a split second, I was halted. I love not having my read receipts on, it gives me control over the conversation. I can read the message and craft my response without the sender knowing *exactly* how long it took me to respond. My social anxiety ümraniye escort reeled. He laughs and shakes his head at himself. “I just feel so silly texting you multiple times if you haven’t even read them.”

This pulls me out of my thoughts and I look back over to him. He was expressing his own anxiety to me and I know the feeling of feeling silly all too well.

“Of course,” I answer without any more hesitation and I pull out my phone. As I touch through the steps, we pull into the parking lot of a mini golf place I’ve never heard of. My eyes light up in excitement, I love mini golf. I see him out of the corner of my eye watching my reaction, smiling. I swear I’ve never blushed this much in my life. “But you should just keep texting me as much as you want though,” I tease, sticking my tongue out at him, slipping my phone back into my purse.

Getting our clubs and balls, I notice once again how comfortable people seem talking to Steven. The girl at the register barely even clocks my existence, but he is nothing but attentive to me. He hands me the pink ball, remembering I guess that it’s my favorite color right now. On the course, the flirtation continues. We cheer each other on and he kicks my ball more than once, helping to keep my score close to his.

The last hole takes you through a tunnel. An hour had passed already, full of loud laughter and electric touches. We putt our balls into the dark abyss. I lean forward a little to see if my eyes will adjust.

“I think we just have to go in,” he laughs. I laugh too at the sillyness and we follow the golf balls into the tunnel. It’s at least two people wide and once you get inside, not that scary at all. A wood carved sleeping bear is placed in the middle of the lane, something to mess up your shot, and the inside looks like a cave. I run my hand along the fake carved rock. The tunnel itself only about ten feet long, but from inside you can’t see any of the mini golf course.

I suddenly realize how close we are and in a secluded spot. His voice in my head “anticipation.” I feel his hand brush against mine as we walk. I feel my face flush again at the thoughts running through my head. Such dirty thoughts for a sweet girl playing mini golf, I laugh to myself.

His escort kartal hand wraps around my wrist, bringing me to a halt. I look up at him and he turns toward me. I take a small step back instinctively as the space between us closes. He let’s go of my wrist and walks closer until I’m backed against the painted tunnel wall. I swallow hard as he leans in close enough for me to feel his breath.

“Kiss me.” he voice soft but commanding.

He doesn’t lean closer. He doesn’t move a muscle. He just waits, lips parted, maybe an inch away. He’s waiting for me to consent. He’s waiting for me to obey.

I close my eyes and it only takes a second to close the space between us. Our lips press together and my whole body is on fire. He tastes like coffee and peppermint. We kiss hungrily, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I grab at him, pulling him closer to me. His hand is on my cheek and I grab his wrist, jutting my chin up as we kiss, exposing my neck. I move his hand down my cheek to my neck. I gently bite his bottom lip.

He doesn’t take his hand away, but he doesn’t apply any pressure.

“Use yo”ur words.” He commands. That same low calm tone. He wants me to say it out loud? I blush and he leans in to kiss me again, tongue tracing my lips.

“Choke me,” I practically moan into his mouth. He pulls back a little and watches my face. Then he obeys my request, his hand squeezing gently around my throat. I smile up at him as he tightens his grip a little. He runs his tongues along his teeth and I see that fire spark behind his eyes. I think I hear a low growl and he leans in again. Our kissing becomes feverish as my heart races. My breath a little harder to get with his hand and his lips. After a few more moments, he takes his hand away. He kisses down my neck, all the space his hand covered. He takes my hand and pulls me from the wall.

I’m out of breath and feel disheveled. I can tell my panties are soaked. Gently pulling me ahead of him, he swats my ass as I pass. I gasp and spin back to look at him. But I can’t even feign being upset, it’s all so exciting. I smile big at him, then laugh. He meets my smile with his own.

“Oh, you’re gonna be trouble.” He bites his lip as I dramatically bend at the waist to putt my ball. I think to myself – I would get us kicked out of this mini golf course if I thought he’d allow it.

Somehow, good sexy juju maybe, my ball goes into the hole! I’m so shocked I let out a tiny “whoop” of celebration and shake my butt. He laughs and celebrates with me.

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As I wrote in Body Language, my aerobics instructor Aysegul and I had become lovers while she was helping me recover from hernia surgery. However, while we were able to get together during her lunch time when I was on medical leave, we wouldn’t be able to once I started working again. So, if we wanted to keep seeing each other, we not only needed a place to meet, she needed a way to change her work schedule so we could meet. The answer to that came in an offer from one of her coworkers, who would swap shifts once a week, and let us use her apartment. She wanted something in return of course, something that neither of us really wanted to give her. But our desire to be with each other was strong enough that we finally agreed to her terms.

The coworker, Sevgi, is bisexual although she prefers women to the point of almost being a lesbian. And, while she has a nice body, she has the personality of a hard core lesbian, meaning she acts masculine and is aggressive. That’s a big turn off for most men, including me, yet as I said, Sevgi does want a man in bed sometimes. And, her and Aysegul had been occasional lovers, which is why she made the offer in the first place. Although, Aysegul had only been a passive participant letting Sevgi lick her without returning the favor. So, what Sevgi wanted in exchange for helping us with our problem, was for us to become her lovers as well. She wanted me to make love to her twice a month, the way Aysegul and I made love. And, she wanted Aysegul to stop being a passive lover, and to actively make love to her as well.

The thing is that Aysegul had agreed to Sevgi’s conditions without ever asking me. And, she now expected me to keep my side of the bargain she had made. I was obviously a little pissed off when Aysegul told me about the deal she had made. However, since her and I were making love at the time, and there really were no other options, she was eventually able to get me to go along with it. But, not without having to agree to some additional conditions that I imposed as a revenge of sorts for making the deal behind my back. The biggest of those was that my first time with Sevgi, and her first time as an active lover, would be together as a threesome. Plus, there were some additional things I wanted Aysegul to do with Sevgi that Sevgi would not have asked for. Things that would be a little embarrassing for Aysegul, but really hot to me. And that threesome is what this story is mainly about.

Once I’d told Aysegul my conditions, and she passed them on to Sevgi, it took a little over a week for them to get everything set up. That’s because they both needed to be able to be away from the gym at the same time, and that wasn’t easy to arrange on short notice. However, they did get it arranged, and let me know when it would be so that I could take time off from work as well. Of course, it was too early for them to want to start this when I left to supposedly go to work that morning. But, Aysegul had an idea, and that was for me to come to her apartment first then go to Sevgi’s together. Not to make love to her though, because I needed to save my energy for later. No, just to get some rest in her bed, with her, until it was time to meet Sevgi. Like it would be possible for either of us to rest when we were in the same bed together! Still, we did make sure that I didn’t cum while we were there, although there was no reason that Aysegul couldn’t. And she used that advantage to have more than a couple of orgasms before we really did try to rest.

Actually, as we were walking to Sevgi’s a little before 11, I thought that the playing around Aysegul and I had done had been a good idea. By me giving her a few orgasms with my tongue and fingers, I’d helped get her in the mood and take away some of her nervousness. And, by her keeping me horny, without letting me cum, I should have no problem doing what I needed to do with Sevgi. Yes, I know that it sounds a little unfair that I’d think about fucking Sevgi as something I had to do, not something I wanted to do. But, that was the reality of the situation, that as nice as Sevgi’s body might be, I wasn’t attracted to her. The mean, almost man hating expression she always wore, typical of a bull dyke, was a definite turn off. And if she wore it for our get together, my being horny enough to fuck a light socket might come in handy.

When she answered the door, most of Sevgi’s perpetual scowl was absent from her face. However, her manner was almost business like, not sensual in any way, which was just as bad, if not worse. Then again, it was almost understandable that she would feel that way about what was going to happen. I mean, I hadn’t made a play for her, or tried to seduce her, had I? Instead, she’d had to make a deal with Aysegul in order to get me to fuck her. So, as far as she was concerned, this was a business arrangement in a way. And, there was no small talk or anything other than simple greetings before she led us to her bedroom and started taking bostancı escort bayan off her clothes.

Even as horny as I was, I couldn’t make love to her under these circumstances. So, to at least add some sensuality to the proceedings, I asked her to stop, and let me do the undressing. She balked at first, but I persisted, telling her that we were supposed to be making love here, not having cold clinical sex. And, whether she wanted us to enjoy this or not, I did, and that meant doing the things people did when they made love. Like, touching each other, kissing each other, and undressing each other. She protested again, saying that she’d prefer that Aysegul undress her then, if anyone did. And I answered her back, saying that if she wanted me to make love to her, which was supposedly why I was here, then she had to let me do it. Aysegul wouldn’t be there the other times, so she needed to get used to me taking her clothes off, and her taking mine off. Then, since we were both going to make love to Aysegul, we could take hers off together.

I went to her and slowly began opening the buttons on her shirt, but rather than start on mine, or even watch what I was doing, she just stood there like a statue. Again, this was doing nothing to make things easier, and again, I had to do something about it. So I stopped working on her buttons, and went around behind her. Then telling her I wanted her to relax before I went any further, I started softly massaging her shoulders. At this point Aysegul, who was just sitting on the bed watching, asked why I’d never given her a massage. I laughed and said that she was always in the mood, so she hadn’t needed one. But Sevgi here wasn’t in the mood, and I was going to get her there, because I didn’t want to make love alone.

Then, continuing my massage, I leaned down and kissed Sevgi’s neck, which got my first reaction from her. It was her jumping a little, not the reaction I wanted, still it was a reaction and that’s what counted. So, I did it again, and started talking to her in a half whisper. I told her again that I needed her to relax, and if she had to, think about someone else doing what I was doing to her. Because, as I kept repeating, I was here to make love to her, not to fuck her. I was going to use my hands, my fingers, my lips and my tongue, on every inch of her body. And, only when she was ready to make love to me too, would I let her have my cock.

As I was saying this, I moved my hands around, and cupped her breasts through her shirt, and gently began massaging them. Then I continued by saying that I wanted her to make love too, and I wanted her to use her hands, her lips and her tongue on me too. I was going to lick her body, suck her tits, eat her pussy, and stick my tongue deep in her ass. And I was going to put my cock in every one of her holes, her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. And, I was going to cum in every one of those holes before I left today. Would she like that, would she like me to cum in every one of her holes? That finally got a positive reaction from her, a simple whispered yes, as she pressed her body back against me. Then I told her to show me that she wanted those things, by helping me to undress while I finished undressing her.

There was a definite difference when I moved back in front of her this time. Her eyes were now smoky with desire, and she even had a slight smile on her face, which made a big difference in her looks. And, when I reached for her buttons again, she reached for mine too. She was still a little hesitant, because she’d probably never undressed a man before. But, she was at least doing it, and I gave her some more encouragement by leaning forward to kiss her lips. Again, she was hesitant to kiss me back, and it made me wonder how much real experience she had with men. No, I didn’t think she was a virgin, I doubt she would have made this deal if she was. I just thought that all her sex with men had been hurried and rough, with no tenderness at all. And, all her tenderness had been with her women lovers. If that was the case, she was going to be learning a lot of new things from me today.

When she got my shirt open, and I took it off, she commented on how much hair I had on my chest. When I asked if that was a bad thing, she said she didn’t know, then reached out to touch it all by herself. She said that it was a lot softer than she thought, but she still didn’t know if she liked it or not. Then, I guess because she felt she’d insulted me, she told me that she knew her tits were too small when I got her shirt off. They were smaller than Aysegul’s, that was sure, but they still filled my hands so they weren’t that small. And, unlike her, I did say I liked them anyway, because as the old saying goes, more than a mouthful was a waste. I showed her that I liked them too, by leaning forward to trap one of her nipples between my lips. Only for a minute, because we still had Aysegul waiting for us to undress. But, ümraniye escort I got a smile from her, when I talked to her tits and told them I was definitely coming back to see them later.

While she hadn’t hesitated when she saw my chest hair, or to take off my pants even, she did when it came time to pull down my underwear. I had to hold her hands and guide them to get her to do that. And, I had to guide her hand to my cock too, before she would touch it, reinforcing my belief that all her sex with men had been hurried. I also had to tell her not to be so rough with it, since it was just as sensitive as her pussy was. Then, as she got used to holding it in her hand, I kissed her and talked dirty to her again. I told her that the next time she took off my underwear, she should be on her knees, because I’d want her to start kissing it right away. She asked, with a shiver, if that was what I expected her to do right now. And in response, I told her she’d do that later, taking it into her mouth too, which got another shiver. Then I pulled her hand away, and knelt before her to show her how it was done.

I’d only licked her pussy, after sliding her panties off, for a few seconds before Aysegul asked if we’d forgotten about her. Actually I had, to be honest, in concentrating on getting Sevgi to enjoy what we were doing here. Now though, it was time to bring her into the game too, just not the way she expected. I told them both that I had said we’d undress Aysegul together, but I’d changed my mind about that. I was going to let Sevgi do that by herself, while I got to know her body better. First though, I wanted them to kiss each other, because that’s what lovers did before undressing. As I knew would happen, Sevgi was eager while Aysegul didn’t want to kiss another girl. So, I had to turn some of my dirty talk to her, to get her in the mood too. I told her to come to me, then I reminded her of the things we were going to be doing, especially the things she would be doing. I mean, she was going to be licking Sevgi’s pussy and her freshly fucked asshole while I fucked her ass, wasn’t she? So, why should she hesitate to kiss Sevgi’s lips now, considering where she was going to be kissing her later?

It was probably the mention of me fucking her ass that did the trick, because Aysegul lives for ass fucking. Whatever it was, she leaned forward for a first tentative kiss, then went all out after a few seconds. I left them to their kissing and went behind Sevgi to start some kissing of my own, beginning with her shoulders and working my way down. As expected from both her manner and her small tits, Sevgi had a small almost boyish ass. But, while Aysegul’s ass is by far the best one, I like any small tight asses and Sevgi’s was both of those. And, by the time my kisses reached it, Aysegul was already naked and Sevgi was urging her to lay back on the bed so she could eat her pussy.

That’s something that Aysegul didn’t balk at, because she’d let Sevgi do it before and obviously enjoyed it. And when Sevgi knelt between Aysegul’s legs, that opened her pussy and ass to my tongue as well. I concentrated my licking more on her asshole than her pussy, since that’s where I planned to cum first. But, I didn’t totally neglect her pussy with either my mouth or my fingers. And after bringing her to a couple of quick orgasms, it was her pussy that I initially slid my cock into. As I did so, I could finally see what had been making Aysegul cry out so much while I was busy licking Sevgi. Actually, all I could really see was the back of Sevgi’s head, because her face was buried in Aysegul’s pussy. But, the way her head was moving up and down and back and forth, it was easy to imagine what her tongue was doing to Aysegul. And it was easy to see what effect it was having on Aysegul, because of the look of ecstasy on her face and the constant moans she was making.

My stroking in and out of Sevgi’s pussy was having its effect too, since she was moaning almost as loud as she ate Aysegul. And those moans got louder once I started working my thumb into her asshole to open it up for my cock. Once Sevgi’s asshole loosened up, I didn’t waste much time before removing my thumb and slowly working my cock into that tight hole. That’s because between how tight Sevgi’s pussy got when she orgasmed, and watching what they were doing, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. And, as I had told Sevgi, and promised Aysegul, I intended to cum in Sevgi’s ass not her pussy. And it was a good thing I switched holes when I did, because less than 5 minutes later my balls let go and flooded Sevgi’s asshole with a gallon of hot sticky cream.

I kept stroking until my dick started going soft, to give the girls a chance to maybe have another orgasm. Then I pulled out of Sevgi’s ass and told her I wanted her to sit on Aysegul’s face so she could start licking while my sperm was still hot. Aysegul protested, saying I’d promised to fuck her ass too while she was doing that escort kartal for the first time. I told her I’d keep my promise in a few minutes, as soon as Sevgi got me hard again. However, she should have already had enough orgasms to keep her licking until then. And, she could get herself ready at the same time with her fingers, because watching that would help me get harder quicker. Of course she pouted, but her pout was soon invisible as Sevgi lowered her ass down to Aysegul’s mouth. And, she must not have been as reluctant to lick Sevgi as she said she was, because Sevgi quickly started moaning as her tongue went to work.

Sevgi though was definitely reluctant to do what I wanted her to do, which was suck the cock that had just been in her ass. But I was able to convince her by reminding her that she’d said she wanted us to do everything Aysegul and I did, and this was something Aysegul did all the time. And, by telling her that I would be doing what Aysegul was doing to her when we were alone. So, if she wanted me to lick her clean after I fucked her ass, she had to be willing to do the same for me. She was still reluctant, but she slowly took my cock between her lips anyway. I guess she loved Aysegul’s tongue in her ass, and knowing I would do the same as long as she did this was too much for her to resist.

Of course, she was too rough, again because of her obviously limited experience with doing things to men. But a gentle reminder that men were as sensitive there as women were, was enough to get her to slow down and suck a little softer. Still, while she was good enough to get my dick hard again, I knew she’d need lots of practice before she was even as good as Aysegul. And, if this worked out, I planned to give her lots of practice. Especially the way she was doing it now, right after I’d fucked her in the ass. Speaking of ass fucking, I was now hard enough to keep my promise to Aysegul, and I slowly pulled away from Sevgi’s mouth. And surprisingly, Sevgi got a disappointed look on her face when I did. So I leaned down to kiss her, and told her she could do it some more later if she wanted.

That was another thing that had changed since we started, Sevgi’s hesitance to kiss me. Because once I slid into Aysegul’s ass and starting fucking it like I said I would, Sevgi actually leaned forward so we could kiss while I was doing it. And since my hands were free, I kept another promise I had made, the one to Sevgi’s tits that I’d be back to pay more attention to them. As I did, Sevgi broke our kiss to whisper the first sexy thing she’d said to me all night. That was to tell me she loved my hands on her tits and to ask again if they weren’t too small. I whispered back to her that they were just perfect because I liked them small. Still whispering, she asked if I liked hers better than Aysegul’s and I told her that Aysegul’s were too big for me and that I didn’t play with them very much. But, before she started thinking that I’d want to give Aysegul up, I told that I wouldn’t lie to her. I liked her tits better than Aysegul’s and I liked Aysegul’s ass better than hers. So, I planned to make love to both of them as often as I could.

Even though I thought I’d said the right thing, it was sort of the wrong thing in a way. Because she immediately seized on my words and turned them against me by asking if that meant I’d see her every week just like Aysegul. Thing is, I don’t think she realized she had me between a rock and a hard place. I mean, she could easily threaten to break our deal to get me to say yes to almost anything she wanted. But either she didn’t see that, or she did and wanted me to want it myself, instead of doing it because I had to. So, I could have easily told her we’d stick to the original deal for now and talk about more later. I didn’t though, because now that the scowl was gone from her face, she was a much prettier girl. And, the way she was asking made it clear that she would do almost anything for me if I said yes.

And that’s what I whispered in her ear, that we needed to talk about some things when we were alone. But, as long as she would do all the things Aysegul did, I’d be more than willing to see her just as often. Those things we needed to talk about were the parts about not doing anything to put my marriage at risk of course. Like constant messages, late night phone calls, or doing things at the gym that would give us away. However, I was sure she’d abide by those rules if it meant having a lover who actually wanted to be in her bed. There was another reason why I felt like saying yes to her, although I didn’t realize what that feeling was until later. It was the fact that Sevgi was a lot less selfish than Aysegul was in her lovemaking. The only things Sevgi had balked at were those she wasn’t used to, not those where she’d have to give the pleasure. I mean, how long had she been eating Aysegul’s pussy with nothing in return until now? Whereas Aysegul hadn’t even offered to return the favor and even when it was part of the deal needed me to be fucking her asshole before she’d do it. And, in the month we were fucking before this, she hadn’t offered to suck my cock until she needed me to agree to the deal that would get her the ass fucking she wanted.

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Taking Diamond’s head in both his hands, Robert grabbed her firmly and worked to slide the stunned porndoll’s face further and further down their teacher’s immense, gleaming shaft, veins throbbing bulbously on the surface of the beastcock. Diamond’s eyes went wide as Robert steered her down the enormous prong, using her throat as a cocksleeve, Ian moaning at the obscene sight of Diamond’s lips hoovering down his rod, her throat bulging dismorphically as his immense member bloated her neck as it intruded down her gullet.

Robert held her there, her nose pressing against Ian’s abdomen, before reversing her and allowing her invaded throat to disgorge the gargantuan, lip-splitting schlong that had invaded it, the length now coated in glistening bubbles and globules of ropey slobber as it was unsheathed where the foot and a half long tube of meat bounced around in front of her.

‘Fuck!’ Diamond choked, still, as ever, attached to Ian’s careering cock with ropes of saliva, as Robert laughed and then swung his horsecock on top of her head from where he was standing behind her. The drooling fuckstaff sat weightily on her head, the rounded, apple-sized tip sticking out just over her forehead, as Robert pressed his fingers to the sides of the jiggly-titted slut’s head and his thumbs on top of the veiny surface of his dong, creating an improvised tunnel from which he was able to saw his dick back and forwards a few times, slick precum weeping from the cumslit to slide over Diamond’s forehead and nose in a liquid gossamer drizzle.

Ian was seeking another deepthroating from the teenage whore and once more presented his dick to Diamond’s lips, the stud teacher moving his hips to line the lengthy fuck pump up to her mouth, even as the blonde porn slut gasped and gathered herself from the latest deep penetration, while Robert slid his fuckstaff over the top of her head and jacked it between his clenched hands.

‘Face fuck me, stud!’ Diamond encouraged.

Diamond fastened her suckling lips against the teacher’s smooth bell-end, moulding her mouth against the massive, throbbing, blood-engorged crown that was shaped like a cow’s heart, and Ian once again grimaced as he shoved his dick deep into Diamond’s throat.

At this point he became aware of a slight change in Diamond’s expression, transfixed as the massive boobed slut was by the prodigious girth of the prime tubesteak that he was cramming into her gullet, her jaw massively distended. Ian had very little time to wonder about the challenging glint that had found its way into her eyes when he saw the teen pornstarlet reach above her head with her right hand and grasp Robert’s enormous shaft that was protruding out above her forehead.

Immediately, Robert gasped, releasing his grasp on his own dick that had been pressing it down on Diamond’s head. Lips curving into a snarl, he looked down transfixed as the gorgeous blonde slut started to stroke, tease, twist and massage his violently throbbing monstercock, pulling it out even further in front of her head, about a foot of the brawny, veinily pulsing schlong now sticking out above her forehead.

Ian was shocked to make eye-contact with Robert, and to instantly see that the young, monstercocked, hyperstud student was no longer dominant over Diamond or in control over what he had thought he was doing, and a sort of nervous anxiety passed over the young man’s features that momentarily alarmed Ian. Looking back down at Diamond, he now saw how a domineering sneer had crept into her expression, with a touch of amusement, as she jerked, twisted and fisted Robert’s cock as it stuck out over her own head, the engorged monster shaft now pointing at him, his own dick jammed between her lips, her cheek on her left side bulging outwards.

Ian gulped as Diamond now eased her face forwards and began impaling her face on Ian’s shaft, greedily, noisily and expertly consuming it inch by inch, this time without Robert’s hands for accompaniment. For her part, Diamond reached out with her free hand and assertively curled her fingers down the elastic hanging skin of Ian’s ballsack, squeezing firmly to make his oversized testes bulge even more violently between his legs, the skin smoothing as it inflated, with Diamond tugging the scrotal sac towards her, further making the stud teacher drive his immense pussy-missile further and further down her throat.

Meanwhile Diamond was now concentrating on milking Robert expertly, rolling her hand in little twists around the brim of the smooth, shiny cockend that bobbed above her head, eye-fucking Ian while she impaled her throat on his jaw-breaker of a monstercock.

‘Oooooo God…’ Robert managed eventually, addressing Ian, ‘I’m sorry sir… I just can’t hold it back, nnnnnnggggg… I’m trying… but fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…’

‘Oh fuck,’ Ian gulped.

At this point Ian had hilted more than a foot of his horsecock between Diamond’s distended bimbo lips, and Diamond, looking up, unexpectedly released her grip on Robert’s monster schlong, which vibrated in the air. Catching Robert’s bostancı escort bayan eye between the broad trunk of the massive, vascularly pulsating dong that stuck out between them, still protruding atop her head, Diamond sent him a delicate wave using only her fingers in a sort of ‘see you’ gesture, before Robert really groaned and his shoulders hunched. In front of him, still having his ballsack yanked further towards her and the last few remaining inches of his inhumanly monstrous throbbing shaft penetrating the stacked bimbo’s throat, Ian braced himself. What gave him this signal was when Robert’s eyes literally crossed.

‘Ooooooh fuuuuucknnnnnnnggggg…’ Robert continued. Even as his dick weaved in the air, without either he or Diamond touching it, the apple-sized, glistening, heart-shaped head throbbed, the shaft tipped upwards, the thick trunk of his dick convulsed, and a long, thick lace of creamy spunk emerged from the tip in a pearly, glistening arc that squirted through the air and landed with a splat on the taut, stretched skin of the muscularly engorged and distended base of Ian’s hulking stalk, the rest of which was lodged in Diamond’s mouth.

‘oooooohhhh shiiiit…’ Ian groaned slowly and deeply, face held in a rictus looking downwards as the student’s warm seed spewed sloppily on his cock.

Robert shuddered and bit his lip — ‘O God!’ — as the glistening cord of jizz that he’d been unable to stop fountaining out of his cock impacted messily against the meaty trunk of his teacher’s gleaming, vein-ripped tool, an audible, thick splat sounding as the white goo smacked against the bulging root of Ian’s penis. The ejaculation was a long, leaking rope of heavy, gluey penile batter that just kept sliding out of his weeping cumslit. He whimpered as the splooging bolt of cum stretched out and laid itself, extending like smooth, rolling caramel in a gllistening line that traced like a double-helix along the upper surface of the teacher’s monstrous fuckmast alongside and over the dangerously throbbing, electrical-cable thick dorsal vein of Ian’s massive shaft that bulged angily on top of it, Robert’s jizz an almost equally elevated trail of pearly gunk running parallel to it.

Ian gasped and then gritted his teeth as Robert’s heaving, pulsating junk spat the oozing rope of cream-coloured balljuice, the gooey white lace running continually all the way over where his brawny length was stuffed in Diamond’s mouth, whereupon it continued its unbroken line, running up over her top lip, her nose, and breaking off over her forehead.

‘Fuuuuuuuuckk…’ it was Sanddy’s voice, and she had sauntered over to see what filthy debauch her partner in crime was up to in this part of the room. She reached the trio, looked down, and her eyes went wide. She looked at Robert, at Diamond, to Ian, over to Laura Hart and then back to Robert, a hand over her mouth, as another potently white rope of sticky spunk dripped like honey from her boyfriend’s gleaming, engorged cockend onto the monster shaft underneath it, briefly connecting them before it snapped off.

Sanddy delivered her line in serious, measured, monotone, looking down at the confluence between the pair of muscular dicks:

‘You fucking glazed Mr White’s dick…’

And then, looking Robert in the eye:

‘Robert… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…’

Ian grimaced as he looked down at the lace of thick cum adorning the top of his shaft, and started the task of pulling his dick out of Diamond’s mouth. As he did so, the arm-thick rod emerging from the pornstar’s plump lips, drool roping out onto her monster tits below, a further oozing cord of spunk coursed evenly out of the belching tip of Robert’s fuckpipe which continued to smear itself over the bloated penis that reversed from the teen pornstar’s mouth, picking up from where the other line left off on the surface of it, almost attached to it. Robert at that point was gazing downwards, hands clenched by his sides, while Diamond pouted and made a mock ‘sad face’ when Ian finally extracted the massive crown of his monster dong from her lips, the whole quivering, bloated member pointing at her face as it had done a minute before, a line of Robert’s spunk roping in a line all over its vein-ridged topmost edge almost to the length of its full eighteen inches.

‘Like I said a minute a go…’ Diamond said, ‘me and my big mouth…’

‘Fuck,’ said Ian. He levered his stiff dick up in the air by engaging his pc muscle, the vascular shaft throbbing, saliva and cum gleaming on the immense organ. Groaning again, Ian jacked his groinal muscles so that the shaft continued to ascend to about a foot, where Robert’s dick was sticking out above the giggling Diamond’s head.

Now it was Robert’s turn.

‘Fuuuuuuuuck…’ the student stud said slowly, as the bloated, gleaming, distended head of Ian’s log of manmeat touched against the flared crown of his own massively engorged and violently pulsing prong, a shiver running through him as a creamy blob of spunk disgorged from his gaping cumslit ümraniye escort all over the glossy tip of the teacher’s megacock, part of it becoming suspended between the centimetre-thick brim of the rounded purple crown and the thick shaft it sat atop.

Groaning, Robert once more clasped his hands over his dick on the top of Diamond’s head to improvise a channel to slide his cock through, and pushed his hips forward so that his beefy pillar of iron-hard meat slid further down against the muscular member that was facing it, the stretched skin and bulging, tumescent veins slickly coursing against the ridged, brawny tissues of the foot and a half monster shaft that Ian was sporting. The turgid shafts were in contact for about twelve inches, the glossy, gleaming, slickened fuckpipes smoothly slipping side by side, until Robert eased the stroke backwards until the pair of shafts were once again lined up against each other, facing each other in the air, a rope of cum suspended between them.

Robert’s massive testicles plopped downwards off the top of Diamond’s head, dangling in her face. The student stud his ballsack over her face so the porn bimbo looked like she was wearing a mask made of the rubbery skin of his scrotum, though he could still hear her giggling under it.

Sanddy leaned forwards and addressed Robert.

‘Robert,’ the busty teen whore said, looking him in the eyes, ’empty that fucking cum-cannon all over his dick…’

Robert gulped as Sanddy stuck her tongue in her cheek and extended her hand to clasp the area just beneath the gleaming hood of his juddering dick.

‘… I want it fucking coated.’

Robert’s body convulsed at the slut’s exceptionally talented touch, and a massive spurt of cum surged out of his dick and splattered Ian’s monstrous, brawny length, the creamy spray arcing over the rounded head and thickly plastering the meaty schlong.

Sanddy grinned as the spatter splashed back from Ian’s overdeveloped groin, and jacked Robert again, this time more firmly, sliding her hand up and down the heavy, thick, hard tube, and coaxing another massive load from his visibly throbbing fuckpiece that drenched Ian’s bell-end with a thick cord of hot balljuice, a thick rope developing a tail and hanging off the rounded tip.

‘All those fucking hundreds of sluts that I’ve sucked your cum out of… all those fucking teenage assholes you broke with this monster… but this is SUCH a fucking turn on…!!’ Sanddy mused while jerking Robert forcibly.

Ian gasped as another glistening spray of jizz splattered noisily and messily over his quivering, cum-drenched dong courtesy of the massive-jugged teenage sexpot’s concerted masturbation of her boyfriend.

‘You fucking little bimbo whore…’ he told Sanddy through gritted teeth. His dick was getting completely caked in thick white spurts of the student’s spunk.

‘You fucking love it, you fucking mutant-cocked pervert…’ Sanddy said, turning her head to him and punctuating her sentence with a sluttish wiggle of her tongue as her clasped fingers wrung another heavy rope of cum out of Robert’s spasming spunk-cannon. Robert’s tongue was literally hanging out of his mouth. The beam of semen that shot from his pisshole smacked onto the base of Ian’s dick, the thick glistening fluid splattering around both sides of the pole and dribbling down the teacher’s ballsack.

‘And so do you,’ she told Robert as another syrupy bolt spurted out of his mega schlong, Ian’s dick now completely glazed with hot spunk, the towering, eighteen-inch length replying by belching a glutinous spray of precum out of the film of cum that coated his cockend that spattered against Robert’s fuck pipe.

‘fucking WHORE!’ Robert told Sanddy, shoving two fingers up her asshole, the busty teen yelping with delight while Ian one-handedly groped her massive jutting tits.

Cum was roping in a several thick, molten laces from the distended tool as another jet of Robert’s spunk was released over it. Ian gritted his teeth, groaned, and then almost roared. He engaged his pc muscle and began to lever his gigantic monstercock downwards, lowering the angle that the brawny tool protruded a foot-and-a-half from his muscular groin.

Sanddy wrung another bolt of spunk from Robert’s dick that coursed out in a messy spray and splattered the topmost part of Ian’s broad, vascular fuckpipe, the thick, gluey discharge roping off the blunt, rounded tip as it lowered downwards until it was pointing at Diamond’s mouth.

Finally, Robert eased himself to the side from where he had been standing behind Diamond, his ballsack peeling away from her face. Diamond blinked and then her eyes bugged to see the monolithic, spunk-coated meat pipe that was pointing directly in her face.

‘Well I-MMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!’ was all that Diamond could get out before Ian slammed the behemoth penis into her mouth, grabbing it in his hand, his palm and fingers slickly coated with Robert’s cum to direct and steady the passage of the monster escort kartal length before releasing it and ramming the entirety of the eighteen inches of arm-thick fuckmeat down Diamond’s throat. Diamond’s eyes rolled back white as Ian hilted the gigantic fleshmast into her throat, impaling her face, Robert’s cum roping off it as it slid past her lips, a thick beard of the student’s cum becoming fixed on her chin, the rope dangling between her gleaming chest and protruding tits.

Ian held Diamond’s head as she tipped it back while he shoved his fuckpipe down her mouth, and then sawed his hips back and forth to further entrench the tool in the hot young teen pornstar’s throat.

‘You started this, you dumb slut,’ Ian told Diamond, ‘now you clean it up!’

Sanddy was still expertly jacking Robert, keeping him on the edge.

‘You still thinking about spunking on that stud’s giant dick, baby? I bet you are.’

Robert groaned, ‘slut…’

‘Do you want me to jerk you off on it? Or do you want to do it yourself?’

Robert swallowed.

‘I’m going to fuck your hand,’ he said to Sanddy.

Sanddy smiled lusciously. ‘You can fuck anything of mine you want.’

Robert set his jaw and shunted his hips forwards. His glistening, juiced fuck piston slid through Sanddy’s grip. She tightened her clutch on the steel-hard monster fuckpiece gliding through her hand. Not taking her eyes from Robert, her smile grew noticeably nastier as she pointed his meatstick in the general direction of Ian and Diamond, a superior look in her eyes that made Robert gulp again as his dick slid through her slender fingers, her hand clasping around the brawny tissues at the base.

Robert groaned and transferred his gaze to where Ian released his grip on Diamond’s head, his megacock unsheathed from the stacked blond teenage porn bimbo’s experienced throat, the girder of throbbing, muscular meat coming free in a spray of frothy slobber.

A simply monstrous pair of bronzed, round, protruding, gleaming fuckbags with tiny eraser-tip nipples appeared at Robert’s side.

‘Well what did I mi-‘

The inimitable Laura Hart stopped mid-sentence as Robert’s monstercock unleashed a volcanic splatter of hot, gushing spunk that ripped out of the tip of his rock-hard, turgidly bulging fuckstick in a messy jet that smacked against Ian’s newly-dislodged, slobber-coated cum-cannon as it hovered from Diamond’s gasping, parted, plump bimbo lips. Robert groaned as he spunked all over the glistening, vascular teacher’s schlong, who gritted his teeth in response.

‘Ooops…’ Sanddy said, shrugging as she looked to the momentarily stunned Laura Hart, the stacked blonde’s mouth gaping and eyes agog.

Laura looked at the student’s cum-dripping beastcock, the tissues of the glistening shaft visibly inflating and deflating as a thick, ungoverned rope of cum laced onto the ground between Robert’s feet from the gaping cumslit.

‘Robert,’ the stacked blonde said, ‘I know Mr White’s your favourite teacher, but this is taking things a bit far!’

Robert groaned, his eyes rolling around the top of his skull until they located the monster-jugged whore on his left.

‘It’s not me…’ he said, ‘it’s Sanddy…’

Sanddy gasped in mock-surprise, eyes going wide.

‘Not guilty!’ the curvy teen slut protested theatrically. ‘See?’ she pulled her hand away from where Robert’s schlong had been pistoning through her fingers, ‘no fucking hands!’

On cue, Robert’s cum-pumping penis jolted, sprung up six inches in the air, and shot a thick bolt of white, gooey spunk that spewed into space from the tip of the member and smacked wet and hard in a rope that laid over the gleaming, round hood of his teacher’s cock, all the way to about seven inches down the top of the shaft, dripping off the other side.

‘Looks a little like six of one and half a dozen of the other to me…’ said Laura, looking at the way that Ian’s dick was glazed with the stud teen’s load.

Ian grunted and nestled his cum-dripping member back against Diamond’s permanently pouting bimbo fuck-pillows, settling against her pink lips with a plopping sounds, before inserting the veined prong into her mouth, the vast pillar of flesh sliding down her gullet and expanding the teen’s throat, while the student’s thick, potent man-goo sluiced off it as it glided between her lips, roping in cords of thick, pure, white molten ropes that splattered all over her tits.

Charles and Candi appeared, next to Laura. Charles was carrying Candi in front of him, and he had her legs hitched up and splayed with his hands underneath her slender thighs. The boobed teenage slut had her glistening, saturated eighteen year old pussy sliding slickly over the root of the megadong, the gorgeous young slut able to straddle it like a bar on a playground as it stuck out in front of her.

Charles had obviously ejaculated in the not-too-distant past, and a heavy, weighted blob of spunk, heavier at the bottom than at the top, was suspended from his cockend, dangling about a foot from the floor, with other equally thick and stubbornly elastic and viscous ropes trailing upwards, attached to the blonde birthday girl’s spectacular pair of massively spherical tits that jutted out of he chest, one between her deep cleavage that was stuck to her chin.

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Coaching college club lacrosse isn’t glamorous. The pay is negligible, the hours are long and you are essentially working for your players who can turn on you and fire you. I made the best of it by creating a few unofficial perks for myself. I asked a few influential parents and alumni to start a stipend fund for me, broke the club sport guidelines and attended some of the players parties and generally tried not to take coaching the team too seriously. I like to have fun also and used to party pretty hard when I played college club lacrosse. However, the absolute best perk I have is our team scorekeeper, Wendy.

The players paid a team manager and a scorekeeper each season. By tradition, they were girls who hung out with the guys, affectionately termed lacrossetitutes. I decided that the team should advertise the scorekeeper job in the student newspaper to boost our potential pool and then I talked to two trusted players and told them that I hoped that they would select some hotties and that I wanted to meet the 4 or 5 finalists and make the final selection. As the sport has grown at the college club level in recent years, fan attendance has also grown and now our team gets hundreds if not a thousand fans out to big games. That helps create more celebrity on campus for our team and the players definitely benefit socially. In simple terms, there are a lot more hot chicks who want to get some lacrosse dick in their tight crease than when I played.

I let the two captains do all the initial scorekeeper screening. For a student, being the lacrosse team scorekeeper is a sweet gig. The scorekeeper gets a $5000 stipend and travel paid for. The captains did everything, interviewed the applicants, picked finalists and then explain to the finalists the expectations they had for the scorekeeper. All five turned out to be lax chicks, and all were pretty cute or hot. The guys gave me a list of the five, complete with rankings and Facebook head shots.

I met with all five in the rec sports center and couldn’t decide right away. The guys invited Amber, Traci and Krista over to their house for a party the next night and I decided to show up for a while. When I attended these player-hosted parties, I got there early and I usually left before it got too late and I might be a witness to late-night team rule violations or generally dumb things that college students do when drunk. As the guys finalized the party set up and tapped the keg, Amber walked in to pre-party with two of the players. She was dressed up for the party in tight-fitting skinny jeans, a one-shoulder yellow and white top and 6″ high yellow ankle boots. The guys poured her a big solo cup of donkey punch – nicknamed because it has a kick you don’t see coming until too late, and left us alone to talk.

Amber and I struck up a conversation and she quickly turned it to the score keeper position.

“I really hope you guys pick me to be scorekeeper. But they said you haven’t made a decision yet.” She said. “I really want to do it. I told the guys I would do a great job as the score girl. I did it in high school. They said you get to make the final decision and that you might need convincing.” Amber said quickly before finishing her cup of punch in gulps. “I know a lot about lacrosse, and I know how to keep score and collect all the stats.” Amber repeated as she reached for the plastic pitcher and poured herself another donkey punch.

“If I get picked, I have a friend, Megan, who wants to help too and she doesn’t expect to be paid or anything. She just likes being around the team.” Amber said as she quickly drained half of her second glass.

“How many girls is it down to?” she said as she looked at me.

“You have good odds, I think the captains narrowed it down to five.” I said. “We are meeting tomorrow, so tonight is your chance to impress us with your indispensable skills.”

“What do you mean, my indispensable skills? I want to keep score and stats for the team, so me and Megan have a reason to hang out with hot guys.”

“Do you know Kendra and Wendy? They are are coming tonight also.” I said.

“Yea, I know them. Wendy comes to all these parties. She is the brunette with the tiny lax sticks around her ankle. Someone said each one is for a lax player she’s fucked, but it’s not true because her whole calf would be covered.” Amber said with a laugh as she downed the last of her second glass and refilled her red solo cup with more.

“She has a reputation?” I said, trying to keep the conversation going. Amber took a big gulp of the punch, then leaned in close, to share a secret

“She’s a total laxtitute.” Amber declared, “A much bigger one than me.” she said into my ear

“Amber, how much do you want to score on our lacrosse team this season.” I asked.

“A lot. I could use the money and I want to be your score girl.”, she said, looking at me sincerely, “Don’t pick Wendy, she won’t do as good a job. bostancı escort bayan I’ll take it seriously. I want to do it bad.” she said.

“Let’s see just how badly you want it. If I made the final decision, would you show me your tits to get picked.” I asked.

“Sure, for $5 K. Yea, you could see my tits.”

“Would you peel off your jeans and undies?” I continued.

“Yea, for 5K. I’m not wearing undies though, these jeans show panty lines.” she said.

I took the opportunity to put an arm around her waist and feel her ass. “Nice.”

“Thanks. I like a clean look.” she said. I was buzzed from the shots I did when I first arrived so I was a little bold.

” Would you blow me Amber?” I said into her ear, “To be the score girl, would you give me head?” I said and gave her ass a firm squeeze and caressed the bottom curve in her jeans. She didn’t pull away.

“Once? Or like all the time.” She said as she looked up at me.

“All the time, Amber. Anytime I tell you to. For 5K, will you do what I tell you all season long?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I don’t think I can do that.” she said quietly with disappointment in her voice.

“Then you probably won’t be the score girl this year, Amber.” I said and walked away. I liked to mess with the girls that hung out a lot with the team. They usually knew I was messing with them. In this case I was half serious. As a first year coach and a horny guy in his mid 30’s, I really would like to fuck Amber’s sparkling, pink-glossed lips with my cock. She had a pretty face, smallish nose and bright green eyes and kept her long hair medium blonde and lightened up with lots of highlights that gave it depth and made you want to run your fingers through it. A few of the girls that hung out around the team really were DTF with just about any of the players, others were loyal girlfriends or not really anything more than girls who liked lax. I didn’t really know where Amber fit, but I didn’t think of her as a hardcore laxtitute. I left her, with her mouth agape and walked into the kitchen.

I found the team captains talking to Kendra and Wendy and Roxy. All three were looking hot in little minidresses. Roxy looked the sexiest in a skin-tight blue dress that showed off her slim, tight body and shimmering silver, party-girl heels that must have been 6″ high with 2″ platforms. I stood up right next to her toned body Roxy looked like she was already buzzed from pre-partying with Wendy. Roxy put her hand on my shoulder, kissed my cheek.

“Hi coach!” She said. I put my hand on her ass as she kissed me and since she didn’t move away, I kept it on her slim hip.

“Have you picked a score girl yet? Is it me?” She said?

“Not yet, soon.” I said.

“Who should I blow to be picked?” Wendy joked, not aware of what I had just said to Amber.

“Wendy, you already HAVE blown everyone. If that was the way it worked, you would be score girl already.” Mike said as we laughed.

“Not true, I haven’t blown coach yet and tried blowing you but I couldn’t find your tiny dick.” Wendy said, teasing.

“Wendy, your throat was full of my cock on Tues, in the library. Remember?” Mike said, teasing her or maybe recounting a real event as we all chuckled.

Roxy took hold of my arm, lets go coach, I’ll give you a good one and be your score girl.” She teased.

“Just one? Roxy, with this team, coach is going to want regular relief of his frustration. Better plan on wearing knee pads.” Wendy said as she giggled.

“I’d offer to be your score girl, but you know you can have me anytime coach.” Wendy said and smiled. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or making fun with me so I left it there.

We fell onto other topics but it was clear that Wendy was a dirty girl and Roxy seemed pretty content to lean slightly into me as the group talked about classes, Christmas trips, our spring break games in Arizona and gossip about players not yet there.

I took a few trips back and forth to the keg during that time, and each time resumed my place next to Roxy, maybe drinking three beers while we talked. By the time I got my fourth beer, the keg in the back yard was surrounded by people, the whole house was full and the music was much louder. Four people were ahead of me waiting for the bathroom when I reached the hallway.

As I was in line for the bathroom, Amber came up to me and grabbed my arm,

“Coach, I need to talk with you, can you give me a minute?” Amber said as she tugged on my arm.

“I have to piss, then sure.” I said.

“Ok. I do too.” Amber said as the door opened and Jeff Wilkins, my starting goalie came out. Amber slipped in before I could and closed the door in my face as she smiled a big, drunk-girl smile. Minutes later she opened it and let me past her and I closed the door behind me. I pissed quickly, the light yellow color of urine filling the toilet, washed my hands and ümraniye escort then shook them dry in the sink and wiped them on my jeans. When I steoped out into the hall, Amber stood in her yellow high heeled booties, legs crossed at the ankles, as she leaned against the wall, for a little support, waiting.

“I want to talk, somewhere private.” she insisted.

“Follow me.” I said and led her out the side door and onto the cement pavers between the house and the fence.

“I’ll do it.” Amber said. “I thought about it and I’ll do it.”

“Do what Amber? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pick Roxy, pick me. I’ll do whatever.” Amber said sincerely.

“Amber I was kidding.” I said.

“I’m not. I want to be YOUR score girl.” she said.

“And just what are you offering, Amber?”

“You know…” She said.

I assessed the situation quickly. The guys liked Amber. She was one if the hottest two candidates and she was saying she was DTF with me. I moved close and talked quietly in her ear as I caressed her lower back and felt for the top of her tight jeans.

“Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?

“Yes coach.”

“Are you offering to blow the coach’s cock and get your pretty mouth fucked?”

“Uh huh.” She said.

“Will you take it deep and slobber all over it?”

“Yes, if you want.” she agreed.

“Are you going to swallow every load of cum I have like a good girl?” I continued

“Yes coach.” She said

“You sure you want it this way?” I said.

“Yes coach.” She said.

“Take out your phone, text me your number, mine is..” I said, “805 870 xxxx”

“But don’t you want to….?” She said, looking down.

“Do this first. Do you have a car?” I asked.

“No, just a bike. My sister took my car back home to HB.” She said.

I watched as I repeated my number and she texted me.

“Good girl. Now go to the hallway and go into the bedroom on the left and close the door. If its occupied, wait outside in the hall.”

She nodded and walked inside the house and headed through the living room full of people. I waited a minute, then slowly waded through the crowd in the house and stopping to talk to a few players. Amber wasn’t in the hallway. I opened the bedroom door and Amber was sitting on the bed, waiting for me and texting on her phone. She looked up and finished her text then put the phone in her back pocket.

I reached down and caressed Amber’s face and traced my finger along her lips, then I helped her stand up. I pulled her to me and turned her face up to mine and kissed her as I grabbed a hold of her ass and grabbed it firmly. As I slid my hands over her ass and kissed half-drunk Amber, I looked over at the small walk-in closet and decided we should go there for a bit more privacy in case someone came into the bedroom. I broke our kiss, took her hand and led her into the closet. The closet was a mess, but I pulled on the string that turned on the light, kicked a few shoes and sweatshirts aside and managed to close the door.

I kissed Amber and then pushed on both her shoulders, she knelt down and faced the bulge in my jeans. “How would you score that, Amber?”

“Long-stick player, for sure.” She said giggling.

“Is the hot goalie going to her knees early to swallow up the shot?” I said, caressing her cheek.

“Yes.” she said as she tugged on the button of my jeans, unzipped me and felt my cock through my underwear.

“Amber, anytime, anywhere, all season long?” I said, caressing her cheek then grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging her head back.

“Yes coach.” she said as she peeled my underwear down and exposed my hard cock. She moved her head forward but I pulled on her hair, keeping my cock out of her mouth.

“I’m in charge now Amber. Coach’s rules.”

“Yes sir, coach’s rules.” she repeated as I pushed her head down a little and rubbed my balls on her lips and felt her open her mouth and lick my ball sack with the tip of her tongue.

“That’s it Amber, scoop my balls up with your tongue. Feels so fucking good. Amber, how old are you?”

Amber stopped kissing my balls long enough to answer.

“Nineteen, coach. I’m a sophomore.” she said before I pushed her mouth back to my nuts and felt her lips kiss one of my balls then gently suck it into her soft mouth through her pouty, “O” shaped pucker.

“Fuck Amber, you are a good little ball-slobbering laxtitute, aren’t you?”

I didn’t let her answer, but kept her head pinned against me and felt her tongue flowing over my nuts as her lips pulled on them gently and stretched them from my shaft. She took her right hand and grabbed the base of the shaft and started stroking and twisting her hand up and down while slurping on my balls. I knew she was going to make me cum soon if I let her continue.

We both heard the door to the bedroom open and Tony’s voice, “cool, still empty. Come escort kartal on in.”

I heard short footfalls and guessed Tony was with Erica or maybe her name was Erin, a freshman chick that he was talking with when I passed by. I kept my hand on the back of Amber’s head and motioned to her to shush. She nodded and sucked quietly on my balls then let me guide her mouth to the tip of my cock and began to suck silently on the head as she looked up at me.

I heard the door open again, “Tony?” I heard a girl say, “Can I have some too?” another girl said, presumably the one at the door.

“Sure, but turn the lock on the door so we don’t have to invite the whole crowd.” Tony said and then I heard a lighter spark and the distinct sound of air bubbling through a bong.

I kept Amber busy sucking on my dick as listened to the two girls and Tony get high with the bong. I pulled Amber’s mouth off my cock and helped her up to her feet quietly. The house was shaking with music that probably masked any noises we were making.

“Go out there, get a bong hit from Tony and come back, don’t tell anyone who you are with.” I said as I saw her eyes widen in surprise. “Keep me a secret if you want to score this season.” I said in her ear. She nodded and then I stepped into the back of the closet and let Amber walk out.

“Amber! What the fuck! What are you doing in my closet?” Tony barked.

“Making out with a guy. Please don’t ask who. Can I have a bong hit?” She begged. “I want to get stoned.” She said.

“Sure.” Tony said and I heard the lighter snap and bubbles going through the bong moments later. I heard the bubbles stop and then short, staccato steps towards the closet.

“Thanks Tony, see ya.” I heard Amber say as the closet door quickly opened and closed and Amber kissed me with her pot-flavored mouth.

The girls and Tony finished smoking quickly and left, as the smell of green pot smoke seeped into the bedroom closet. Tony escorted the girls out, came back to the closet door and said, “Bye Amber, bye Coach.” and walked out and closed the bedroom door behind him.

I got back to focusing on kissing Amber and she was stoned and even more eager to kiss me as I rubbed her pussy thru her tight jeans then pushed her back to her knees. She pulled my cock to her lips and I grabbed the back of her head and steadily fucked Amber’s hot mouth. She was eager and compliant, letting me control her head and fuck her mouth at the pace and depth of my choosing as she looked up at me through drooped eyelids and tongued the underside of my veiny cock.

I turned the closet light back on so I could see her green eyes looking up at me. I also loved the way her bright yellow heels looked behind her ass as she slurped on my cock and tried to make me cum. It wasn’t long after she resumed blowing me that I was close to cumming and pulled her head back and forth on my cock. she sucked on it harder, trying to get me to nut a tangy load of ball juice into her young mouth.

“Swallow my shot, Amber, don’t give up a rebound and make a mess.” I said as I gently rocked her forehead back and forth and fed her on the crease. I felt her hand caress my nuts and that trigger got me to shoot, pulsing streams of creamy, salty juice directly onto the roof of Amber’s young palate.

“Fuck yes baby, suck it, absorb my shot, swallow it up like a good girl. Mark that as a shot on goal and a sweet, sticky save.” I said as I caressed her cheek and felt her cheeks hollow around my cock head and suck the remaining bits from my shaft.

“Congratulations score girl.” I said and pulled her up to kiss me. “How was it?”

“Hot. I am so wet now. I’m pretty high from that one bong hit and that made it so hot to suck you. I just got lost in the feelings and the task of sucking your cock. I could have sucked you for a lot longer.” she said quickly, pressing against me and running her nails over my polo shirt.

“That was just the beginning. We will be doing that a lot Amber.” I kissed her mouth and got a bit of cum flavor taste mixed with pot as we kissed. “We shouldnt leave at the same time. You first, then I will slip out in a minute or two. One more thing Amber. When you get home Amber, I want you to play with your pussy and think about me. Will you do that?”

“Uh huh.” She said

“And Amber, I want you you use your phone, take pics of you being a good girl and playing with your pussy. Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Uh huh. Yes coach.”

“Amber, Is your pussy shaved?”

“Yea, it’s shaved bald, but I have a little landing strip.” She said

“Good girl. I like it totallly bare. Shave off the little strip, ok?”. She nodded.

“When you go home, text me, play with your bare pussy, send me some pics of your pretty cunt and everything will be fine. You’ll be the next score girl.”

“Yes coach. I will.” She said.

“You will, what?” I asked.

“Play with myself, take pics, text you. I promise.” She said earnestly, “And I’ll be thinking about your long-stick cock now that I’ve seen it.”

Lacrosse season just got much, much better for me.. Over the course of the season, Amber proved herself to be my rookie of the year selection.

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Author’s note —

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

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My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge..

It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves.

I’ve gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family’s history.

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When Riana found out she was pregnant with John’s baby, she dropped Brian, telling him he’d have to satisfy his sexual urges somewhere else. A week after John proposed to Riana, the two of them were out spending their Saturday morning and afternoon preparing for their own wedding. Not only that, they had to shop for baby things as well. It was going to be a long day for them.

With no one around the house but Julie, Brian, and myself, I felt I didn’t have to be as vigilant with Brian as I used to. I just needed to keep out of sight in the basement unless bostancı escort I sensed Brian’s intentions were to find a way to fuck Julie despite wanting to save herself for the wedding night. With Riana suddenly shutting him off from sex with her and Julie not on any birth control, there was a real danger Brian could get Julie pregnant and she would feel like she had to marry him. With every passing day without being able to fuck Riana, Brian was getting bolder and bolder about getting his cock into Julie.

This was the opportune time to have Brian and Julie’s wedding plans halted. If the video montage I’d put together didn’t do it, nothing would. I figured it had to make a strong statement for even Julie’s forgiving kind heart to stop the wedding dead in its tracks.

I told Brian and Julie that I’d copied some footage of romantic getaways onto a CD and wanted to see if any of it interested them. It just happened that Julie’s dad and a young guy from her dad’s work were in the house at the same time. Julie’s dad had liked Rick from the first time he met him. He saw Rick as an honest, hard working guy that would be a perfect husband for Julie, if it hadn’t been for Brian proposing first. There was something about Brian that raised red flags with Julie’s dad but he could never put his finger on it. With Rick, her dad had no doubts.

With everyone in the living room, I popped the CD in the player, set it to play. For the next hour, we all watched various previews of places like Cancun, Niagara Falls, San Francisco, and Alaska, to name a few. Julie, being the perfect soon-to-be wife and host, got up to fetch drinks for the rest of us.

As Julie ümraniye escort bayan was busy in the kitchen, uncorking a bottle of wine, the honeymoon locations part of the CD ended. Brian, Rick, and Julie’s dad figured the show was done and were about to get up and eject the disk. Seconds later, the video of Brian and Riana’s secret love life began to play. Brian tried to get up to shut off the CD player, but Julie’s dad pushed him back into his seat and held him there. The room became deathly quiet and the only sound was from the video that was playing out.

Julie was so busy with preparing the wine glasses and some snacks, she did not notice it had become strangely quiet in the living room. Her entrance into the living room coincided precisely with Brian beginning to fuck Riana. None of the men had noticed she had entered the room.

When she realized what was playing out on the screen, her eyes became glued to the action and she became like a statue. Her mouth looked like it wanted to say something but couldn’t. Her body was frozen in place. As I saw the tears streaming down her face, I really felt bad I had put this piece of footage on the CD. The ‘up’ side was that I knew I couldn’t let her marry such a cad. As the video was coming to an end, and Julie heard Brian tell Riana on the video that he wanted to keep fucking her even after he was married to Julie, things just exploded in the living room.

Brian caught sight of Julie out the corner of his eye and was barely able to duck in time to avoid being hit by a full wind bottle. With a reddened, tear stained face, the only words out of her mouth were “Go, I never want to see you ever again.” kartal escort It was then that Julie’s dad released Brian, who made a judicious dash for the front door, accompanied by squealing car tires. Following Julie’s stern advice and the worry that he might come face-to-face with her dad’s loaded shotgun, Brian never made contact with anyone in Julie’s family again.

Of the two, Rick and Julie’s dad, Rick was the closest to Julie when the emotion poured out. She needed a shoulder to have a long cry on and Rick was the caring, knight-in-shining-armor, kind of guy that didn’t mind being the one to comfort her.

For the next 6 hours, Rick listened as Julie pour her heart out to him. At some point, he gave her a comforting light kiss of affection and she returned it. With her dad’s approval, Rick stayed the entire night to be her comforter. When she ran out of tears and fell asleep on the couch, Rick carried her to her bedroom, placed her on her bed, then walked back to the living room to catch a few winks himself, on the couch.

It wasn’t until a few days later that Julie realized just how much Rick cared for her and helped her through those roller coaster emotional times. Call it rebound or whatever, she came to her senses that Rick was the one she could depend on “in good times and bad, in sickness and health, in want and in plenty”. Six months later, the two were married, and nine months after the wedding, their first child was born. It was exactly as the handed-down account had described it, without the details, which I now had.

It took a couple of years, but Julie finally forgave her sister for fucking Brian. She even saw the discovery of his unfaithfulness as blessing in disguise; she got to see what he was really like before she got chained to a miserable marriage with him.

Documenting the details, I prepared to time jump to the next generation to record how things went for them.

To be continued . . .

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The batteries in the vibrator have died. Again!! Just as I was about to come. I’ve already taken the ones out of the remote, I will have to go to the shop and buy some more.

Masturbation seems to be the highlight of my day, it shouldn’t be, seeing as I have a perfectly good boyfriend. I feel like an old married woman and I’m only 20.

Jay and I have been together almost three years now, up until recently we used to have the best sex ever, he would use my toys, his hands and tongue on me for hours on end making me come again and again until he fucked my brains out. But these days I’m lucky if i get a couple of minutes from him, he seems to just do it to keep me happy but he doesn’t give me any foreplay he just sticks it in pounds away for a couple of minutes and thats it!!

It’s not like I haven’t tried spicing things back up, I’ve bought toys, I wake him up by giving him head and I dress up for him and walk around naked but he doesn’t seem interested. I know he loves me and he isn’t cheating because he never goes anywhere. All he seems inerested in these days are his Xbox and his laptop.

A part-time model, I have a slim yet curvy figure, with DD breasts, olive skin, long black hair and big brown eyes. I’m a knockout!!! If Jay won’t appreciate my beauty, I’m sure somebody else will…..

I’m going out with the girls tonight, I haven’t been out for a while and I’m really looking forward to it. But first what to wear? Oh I know, I’m going to wear my sexy black and red corset, i bought it for Jay but when i put it on he just said “you look nice” and turned back to his computer, I team the corset with some little black shorts and killer heels. I look bostancı escort hot.

“You can’t go out like that, you might as well just be wearing underwear.” Jay had come in to the room.

“So? I’ve had this for months and it cost me a fortune, I might as well wear it.” Before he had a chance to reply, there was a knock at the door, my friends, “Gotta go, bye.”

I was on my fourth cocktail and starting to feel a little tipsy, when i heard my phone bleep in my bag ‘What time are you coming home?’ It was Jay, I had only been out for an hour, before I had chance to put my phone away, I recieved another text, this time of Alex ‘Wow, you look sexy!’ He was stood at the other end of the bar, he looked amazing tonight. Alex was the guy I had a fling with when Jay and I were on a break last year, he was your typical tall, dark and handsome guy and great in bed. Maybe I could go home with him tonight, but then I thought no. I want something totally new and exciting, I decided not to text back so i just smiled and left for the club with my friends.

By the time I was dancing with my friends, I was feeling very drunk, it seemed like everybody was buying me drinks tonight. Just then I saw him. The guy I was sleeping with tonight. He stood out from the croud, he was tall, at least six foot, muscular, smartly dressed and he seemed older, only about 30 but he was gorgeous. The alcohol had given me the courage to go and speak to him, he was called Dan, Dave, Darren or something along them lines, I didn’t really care to be honest, but what I did know was that he wasn’t from around here and was here for a friends birthday.

After dancing together ümraniye escort bayan and downing shots of sambuca, we were both very drunk, and I was very horny, then out of nowhere he had a bottle of champaigne, he was holding the bottle to my lips and I was gulping it down but then the bubbles got to much and it spilt all down me, he looked at my wet champaigne covered breasts, and I saw a twinkle in his eye. “Do you want to come back to my hotel?” Before I had chance to reply, he had hold of my hand and we were on our way out of the club.

Soon as the room door shut behind us, he pressed my up against he door, kissing me hard and fast, his tongue daring in and out of my mouth as he untied my corset, he then bent down to take my shorts off, while he was down there he started licking and sucking my clit and fingering me, just as I was about to come he stuck a wet finger up my arsehole, I screamed with pleasure. But then I felt guilty, Jay used to do that, just then another wave of pleasure shot through me and I quickly forgot about him.

When ‘my stranger’ stood up i could see his erection straining against his jeans, I led him over to the bed, I was naked apart from my heels, I took off his pants and took his long, hard dick into my mouth, i took him all the way in, then licking and sucking the end of his dick while my hand stroked the rest of the length, i could feel him twitching as my tongue piercing flicked over his most sensitive parts, just as he was about to come, I took in the full length again and he groaned in pleasure as his hot cum squirted into the back of my throat.

He took of his top and tied my hands above me to the bed, he kartal escort then started licking, sucking and biting me all over, he started on my nipples, going down, biting the inside of my thighs, he then started licking and sucking and gently nibbling on my clit, just as i was coming. He stopped, then he started again. He was teasing me! He did this another 2 or 3 times, he was driving me wild, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he started again, he didn’t stop this time. My orgasm was the most intense thing I had ever felt. My whole body was tingling and i felt a little light headed as he untied me, he was hard again by now so i climbed on top of him, riding him hard and fast, leaning back and stroking his balls.

He flipped me over so I was on my knees and thrust deep into me, he started slowly at first, playing with my clit and breasts. Holding on to my hips he started ging faster and harder, he pulled my bum cheeks apart so he could get even deeper then he spanked me, I buried my face in to the pillow as I was making so much noise, but he grabbed my hair n pulled me back up, he was being really rough with me now and I was loving every second, he was pulling my hair and fingering my arsehole. I’d never felt anything so amazing!

Then he stopped, turned me over n stuck his big hard dick in to my mouth, at first I was shocked but then groaned at the pleasure of being able to taste myself on him, this combined with the hot cum sqirting into my mouth was amazing. When he finished he got up and went in to the bathroom, without saying a word I got dressed and left.

It was 4 am when i got home, Jay was sleeping on the sofa, he must have been waiting for me, I crept upstairs, had a shower then snuggled up to him on the sofa. I loved him so much, but did I feel guilty? No….I’m just a young woman with needs

I’ve already planned to go out with the girls next weekend, I wonder who I’ll meet this time…..

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