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Cutie is driving along. She’s already out of her depth. For starters, she’s Australian so she’s driving on the wrong side of the road. And, though these parts are not terribly mountainous yet, she is struggling to round the curves of the road in the snow. Even her long slim legs and expert gear shifting aren’t helping in these conditions.

Things get worse far too quickly. She hears that all too familiar popping sound as the tyre blows. She’s rugged enough that she can handle the vehicle to the side of the road without crashing but she knows what this means. An Australian girl broken down on the side of the road, in the middle of, well, nowhere, in Colorado.

She gets out of the car. It’s raining now. Great. Her hair is tucked up into her beanie which she pulls down over her ears. She can see a house about twenty metres away with its lights on. Thank God, someone is still awake and not far away. She doesn’t bother trying to get her jacket out of her suitcase in the back. Decides to make a run for it. Stupid really. She gets saturated even though it takes her hardly any time to make it onto the porch of the little house. Looks cosy, she thinks.

*

Chris is feeling on edge. He’s supposed to be working on his article for the local paper, he even asked to be left alone to do it. His girlfriend has gone out with her friends and seems to be making it a late one. He has everything he needs, a glass of wine and a trusty typewriter. Well, it’s a laptop with a picture on the desktop of a typewriter. Blank page and all. Just like his article, he thinks. He starts to finger the keyboard slowly key by key. q-w-e-r-t-y- when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.

He is surprised the see the tall slim girl in front of him. He’s taken aback by her sodden presence. She’s drenched from head to toe it seems. And those eyes…almond shaped pools of green that just sparkle. She catches her breath. ‘G’day,’ she says. She’s Australian, he thinks. Feels like he knows her in that instant. There is warmth there.

He realises he must be staring at her when he computes that she’s been talking about a broken down car and tyres and not having a map and not knowing anyone and using the phone and it’s when she says “And blah blah blah, are you ok?” that he snaps out of the mesmerised state and offers quite naturally for her to come on in out of the rain.

*

She likes him straight away. Tall, dark and handsome. Still holding his wine glass. Kind of quirky the way he paused before letting her in. She offers him a wide smile of appreciation. He’s cute. Deep brown eyes. Hair longer than most guys, just long enough to run your hands through, she thinks. She apologises for getting his floor all wet but he is so soft and kindly guides her into the living room where he appeared to be working in front of the fire. She is drawn into the warmth immediately.

“I’m Chris,” says Chris.

His name crackles just like the fire behind her. Hard K. Soft S.

She says it out loud. “Chr-is.” She feels her pussy get wet just saying his name.

She slides her all-Australian ugg boots off and wriggles her toes in the soft fur rug on the floor. Chris catches a glimpse of her slender calves. He wants to see more.

He offers to get her some dry clothes Manisa Escort and suggests they work out who to call and what to do once she dries off. She takes off her beanie, spilling her long shiraz coloured hair all around her shoulders. Pouring over her like a glass of red wine. He takes a sip of his wine but he wants to be drinking her hair.

He offers to make her a warm drink. Hot chocolate.

“With marshmallows?” she asks. Chris likes the way her accent dances on the ‘a’s. So cute.

“Yes with marshmallows,” he replies.

Finally a smile, she thinks. It’s warm and broad, just like his frame. She just wants to be swept up into his arms to drown in his eyes.

“I’m Cutie,” she says.

She sure is, Chris thinks.

She takes off her soaked jeans. Her jumper – Aussie for sweater — is tight across her big tits and long enough to cover her panties but offers no coverage for her long slim legs. Chris likes what he sees, spying from the kitchen as he fumbles making her drink. Cutie knows he’s watching her, wanting her. She’s wanting him too.

She slips her jumper over her head. He is captivated again by the silhouette revealed against the flames of the fireplace. Broad shoulders, slim waist, curvy hips. She’s the perfect hourglass shape. Her skin is glowing. She looks so soft, he thinks. His cock is hard. As she turns he glimpses the shape of her breasts. They’re just as he thought they’d be. Big, Round. Supple. That’s it, supple, he thinks and smiles.

She’s standing there in her black bra and panties running her hands down her sides to keep warm. He can’t believe his luck. His cock is throbbing at the sight of her, the wish to be with her. There’s an ache as he thinks his girlfriend might walk in at any second. Why me, he wonders.

He takes the drink to Cutie, covering his front with a towel. “Thanks Chris,” Cutie says taking the drink. And the towel. Chris coughs a little embarrassed to reveal how big his cock must look through his pants.

He offers to get her some clothes too but she says she’s comfortable and asks whether he’d be more comfortable taking his clothes of to join her.

“I can throw a bucket of water on you first if you like, to give you good reason,” Cutie jokes.

Chris doesn’t need a reason.

Cutie puts down her drink. She takes his shirt, half unbuttoned anyway, and slips it easily over his head. She runs her hands down the sides of his arms. He loves her touch. Chris slides his hand into the curve of her back and pulls her close. Her heart shaped lips part and he kisses her. Softly, feeling each others lips connect and the soft breath on skin. Cutie is so hungry for him. Her pussy aches for that hard cock that she can feel pressing against her. She slips her hand around the top of his pants and underwear and slides them down and off.

He’s obviously of European extraction, she thinks, as his skin glows in the ambient firelight. Cutie is in awe of his big cock. She kisses him deeply, searching his mouth with her tongue. She moans for him.

“Oh Chris.”

Chris wants her so badly. He unclips her bra and slips it off cleanly. Cutie’s breasts seem to spill out, these billowy, pillowy, fleshy curves of perfection. Raspberry nipples, soft, supple Manisa Escort Bayan breasts give as he squeezes them. He puts her tit in his mouth and she moans as she feels the pressure of his tongue, her pussy juices responding to his touch. She loves the way he runs his hands down her sides. They rest on the top of her panties and then swiftly he manoeuvres them down her long legs and whisks her panties off. Chris takes her hand and guides her down to the rug in front of the fireplace. He gently lays her back and parts her legs. Cutie sucks in a deep breath in anticipation.

Chris runs his tongue over her clit, circling it. Cutie’s clit is so super sensitive she can feel the sensation as his tongue presses against the skin around it. She knows he’s going to be able to make her cum. Chris licks her swollen pussy lips. Cutie is aching for him and juice is dripping out.

“Mmmmmm,” moans Chris. Her pussy juice tastes just like apples. Cutie knows he’s enjoying this and that makes her feel so much hotter. Chris reaches up and runs his hand over her breast, makes her hornier still and himself even harder.

He slips his tongue inside her wet pussy. She can feel the sensation of his tongue just inside, teasing and taunting, it’s enough to drive her wild. Chris’ fingers caress her clit and the skin all around and the nerve endings scream with ecstasy. He moves a little faster inside and out. Cutie shifts her legs and moves her hips. She gives herself over to him, to the pleasure.

“Chris. Oh Chris. I’m going to cum.”

Cutie’s legs go weak as the pulsing sensation sends shivers hot and cold all over her body. His tongue slowly licks all over her pussy lips, enhancing the feelings. She has had an orgasm but that just makes her want him more. Chris is so hard now, feels like such a man making her cum like that. She’s so appreciative, he thinks.

Cutie takes his shaft in her soft hands. She wants that cock all over her body. First, she rubs his cock on her tits, they are on fire. Then over her neck and up to her lips. Her lips part and she takes in the head of his cock. Chris thinks it’s so warm and soft in there. She wants him to fuck her mouth.

Cutie slides her tongue down and around his shaft, licking under his balls and right under the fleshy part near his anus. She loves everything about his cock, from its base to its tip and shows it by licking it all the way back up again. She slides the head in again, lashing at the shaft with her tongue. His cock hits her palette, a sensitive place and she repeats fucking his cock with her mouth over and over.

It’s so frustrating for Chris, his cock hitting her palette, driving him over the edge wanting to be in deeper. Cutie takes his cock in further. Right into her throat. Breathlessly, she sucks and lashes and slides him back out again. All the way in and then all the way out. Over and over. She is worshipping his cock with her mouth. She looks up unto his deep brown eyes and feels the passion as the stares deeply into hers. He gently places his hand on the back of her head for some resistance as Cuties sucks his cock faster and faster and deeper and deeper, taking him all the way into her hot mouth.

Cutie’s pussy is aching so much now. She loves Chris in Escort Manisa her mouth but she wants him in her pussy too. So much juice is coming out of her pussy now. Chris has precum leaking out of his cock. He wants to cum in her mouth but he wants to be fucking that awesome pussy too.

Cutie sucks long and hard and slips him out of her mouth, pushing him backwards at the same time. She straddles him with her long slender legs, lifting up and onto his big cock. She wants his cock like nothing else. The head of his big penis parts her swollen pussy lips. The tightness gives and he enters the moist paradise. Cutie tightens the grip on his body using her inner thigh muscles. All that training for trekking in the mountains has not gone to waste, she thinks.

She moves her hips to take him into her. Feeling his whole penis inside. As it slides against her inner walls, all new sensations are felt.

Chris looks up at his curvaceous goddess. Big tits, long hair, slim waist, flat stomach. He rests his hands on her hips, towards the back. He wants to brace his queen when she starts riding him.

She looks down at Chris. His muscular build, not a gym-junkie thank god, just a natural, manly physique that makes a girl feel safe. Kind of like Clark Kent and Superman rolled into one. She circles her hips and takes him deeper into her again. Grinding down on him. If she moves a certain way, his cock hits her special spot deep inside. She likes his hands holding her hips and ass.

They fuck. Deep, passionate, man and woman lovin’. Cutie bounces on Chris’ cock, her tits bounce too, her hair swings. Bounces and flounces, moans and groans. This is where god lives, Cutie thinks, right in these moments. She fucks him harder. All her juices are spilling over Chris’ cock. He is lifting his hips to take the force of hers with each slam, bam, thank you ma’m fucking motion. It’s glorious. He throbs harder as she moans. Even harder when she starts to scream. He’s hit her special spot deep inside and made her cum. A long, deep orgasm that electrifies Cutie’s body and keeps her fucking him harder.

Cutie grips his inner upper arm muscles pushing against them. Harder and faster. Wet and soft. Hard and throbbing. Chris moans as he starts to cum too. Cutie pushes even harder, gripping with her pulsing cunt so that she can feel every throb of cum spill into her.

“Oh Chris,” she sighs.

“Oh Cutie. You’re hot,” Chris moans.

Cutie takes his cock out and feels the last throbs against the outside of her pussy. She leans forward and lets her long shiraz hair spill over him, resting her tits on his chest. He softly strokes her back. Two sexy people giving generously to each other sexually. They bathe in the glow of the fire. Lust can feel like love sometimes too.

*

They sip hot chocolates, laugh at each others accents, talk about their hopes and dreams for life, as you do. Chris has called the right people to fix Cutie’s car in the rain and her clothes are all dry. Cutie knows it’s time to go. She hasn’t even reached the mountain’s climax yet, well, in a way.

She gives Chris a long, deep kiss goodbye and, beanie in place, heads out into the cold again, a thirst for more adventure.

Chris is feeling less edgy now. He can get back to that article with a bit more zeal. Yeah right, as if writing about the local dairy industry compares with what he just did, he jokes. The page stares back at him. q-w-e-r-t-y is all that’s there. His fingers roll over the letters c-u-t-i-e. He smiles as his girlfriend walks in the door.

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I was back to my normal activities, swimming, hot-tubing, even puttering around with plantings in the yard. It was a wonderful feeling after having had my wrist in that dang cast for six weeks. I had figured on about a week of stiffness or even pains during the rehabilitation of my broken arm from my fall in the bathroom. My daughter, Lexie, had said to take it easy on my wrist for two weeks after she had her nurse trainee remove the cast in the classroom training program, but it had really only taken about three days, even though I had overused it that very same day during my interactions with Gail, the trainee nurse. It might have had something to do with the follow up visit I had with Gail that next weekend, where she got the second half of the massage I promised her and got to pick my brain for how men think and how they should treat her, while I got a further dose of T.L.C. for my wrist.

I had kind of let it slip to Gail that I knew what my girls were up to and since I hadn’t asked her not to tell, she probably told Lexie about it. So Sophie may come up with just a flat out blind date, or she may have some really unique idea to try to slip it by me. Or possibly, I had scared my girls completely out of being involved in my sex life. I’d just have to wait and see, but it had been five weeks now…

I had been sort of looking forward to finding out just what my daughter Sophie, my youngest who is 24 and a doctoral candidate in Psychology at the university, was going to come up with for her turn at helping this old man get back into circulation. I mean, yes, I had just been going through the motions for the last two years since my Caroline had passed, but when they had seen my package when I fell in the bathroom, and I heard them talking about how it was such a waste… This business of asking me to help out their friends and/or co-workers would have fooled many people and I guess it would have fooled me too if I hadn’t heard their conversation. But Caroline had used me many times to help out women that she had become friends with in just that same way, a safe and knowledgeable partner with no expectations of a continued relationship after a boost to their self-esteem and/or sexual knowledge.

But you know; I am not dependent on my daughters fixing me up. Now that I had been awakened to that part of my life that had been shut down, I was perfectly capable of keeping myself involved if I wanted. I mean, I even had spoken with Mrs. Bea Good-Hand, my next door neighbor one day when I was planting a new tree down at the end of my driveway. She is a widow since about thirteen months ago when her husband, Tom Hand, had passed from a heart attack. She had been coming into her driveway and stopped to ask some questions while she picked up her mail from the box. We hadn’t been chummy neighbors, I’d only spoken to her about three times in the four years since she and Tom had bought the place and moved in before meeting at the mailbox. The thing I most remembered about her from the four years; was that her first name was pronounced in two syllables, with a long E and a short A sound. I think Caroline had only talked with her maybe a half a dozen times, but now I had talked with her at least once a week for the last seven or eight weeks.

Bea is about ten years younger than me and she is only about as tall as my chin, so I guess about 5 ft. 2 inches. She has an extreme hourglass figure with her waist seeming too small for the rest of her. I’d guess she weighs about 120 to 125 pounds. She has rather long dark brown hair with just a touch of red in highlights, and it hangs very smooth and straight. My Caroline was 5 ft. 9 inches and weighed just about the same but with more realistic proportions, and her hair was curly and blonde, just the way I liked my women; tall, blonde and willowy.

So Bea isn’t my ideal in women, but most hetero men would not kick her out of bed if they got her into one even if she wanted to eat crackers there. The problem was that she lacked self-confidence and needed a little boost to get back into the socializing game. I was thinking of ways that would give her a starting point back into normal social activities. I took her to a book discussion group run through the local library and she joined the club.

I also took her to a discussion group sponsored by the community center; which is where I found out that she uses the hyphenated name. The discussion that night was about names and how they came about, and we each made and wore a name tag for the discussion. One of the women there was making jokes about those people who had come with someone but had a different name and she noticed that Bea had come with me. She laughed and said she couldn’t resist pointing out what Bea’s name would be if she married me, Bea Good-Hand-Stroker. Everyone had a nice little chuckle about that, but once the attention moved on, I noticed that Bea was a little distressed.

“Bea, it was just a stupid little joke. Don’t let it bother you. No one will Manisa Escort remember it tomorrow and you are much more interesting than any little joke that someone makes. If you are worried about it, just think what I went through in high school with my last name. Gym class showers were one long joke session, but in my junior year, I finally came up with the shutdown line that stopped it; or actually, Caroline did, and once I used it, the joking stopped for good. You won’t have to do something like that.”

Bea just sat there and waited and finally said, “Well, aren’t you going to tell me what the line was?”

“Well, okay, but please try not to pass it around… at least, not out loud. Let me tell you the whole story. I had some good friends in school, one was Richard Preston. He was on the football team, he played center. He was about 2 inches taller than me and weighed about 60 pounds of muscle more than me. No one ever got to the quarterback through the center of our offensive line. I asked him to help me with my problem and he asked if I wanted him to pound somebody if they said anything. I told him no, and told him what I intended to do and asked him to go along with it, and he agreed.

“The next time we had gym class and the jokes started, he made a joke, and I gave him the line. ‘My girlfriend can’t wait to become my stroker, and if you weren’t such a puny dick, maybe yours would too!’ I thought for a minute that he had forgotten our discussion because he straightened up and looked really angry, but then he blinked a time or two and started laughing before he said that maybe I was right. I never heard another joke in gym class about my name. The funny thing is, after that, quite a few of the girls in the school started trying to get me to give them a call, but I was with Caroline.”

Bea just burst out laughing and quickly put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughs. When she noticed people staring, she gave one of those dismissive waves and quieted a little more. Later, while I was mingling, I noticed quite a few of the ladies pull her aside to talk with her and then they’d stand and giggle together. Even a few of the men made a point to engage her in conversation, which was fine since this wasn’t a date date, but a chance for her to get back out to socialize.

***** ***** About four days later…

“Daddddyy! I need some help.”

“Sure, Sophie, what do you need?”

“You know that I’m working on my doctoral dissertation; well, my advisor says that she thinks it’s going really well, but, I need to show that I understand and I need to include some results from a double blind research study, to give it that final push to make it the best that I can. My first suggestion for a study was rejected because it would require too large of a statistical base and therefore take way too long for me to complete. My second idea is tentatively approved if I can find enough suitable study subjects willing to devote the required time for the complete study. That’s where I need your help.

“For a study like mine, I am not allowed to use anyone who has an employment or employee relationship to the university, and I am placing a restriction that all subjects must be unattached since the study involves sexual matters. I have been able to find sufficient female subjects, and I have been able to find enough male student volunteers for the younger study subjects, however, I am slightly short on mature male subjects. If you can get two or three men that fit the criteria, to consider becoming study subjects, it will enable me to complete the study within the four month time limit that I have. I need at least two men age 50 or above and I figure that out of two or three, at least one of them should be acceptable along with you. Please Daddy, please! I don’t know how else I can get this done.”

Well that’s a fine howdy-do. This sounds a little too elaborate to be just her plan to keep me out there engaging in sexual activity, so I don’t think this is part of the girls’ planning for me, but it may be a happy little coincidence that would also achieve that objective, too.

“Sophie, you know that I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I guess I need a little more information before I can try to find men that will meet the criteria. For example; do the men need to be any certain height, weight, or physically fit? Should they have any particular level of education? Is there any restriction like that? I’m assuming that you don’t want men who have disfigurements or who have chosen to be celibate for whatever reason.”

“Yes, Dad, there are more restrictions. I’m trying to eliminate extraneous preference items from influencing the results so I want all of the men to be between 5ft. 9 in. and 6 ft. 3 in., weigh in from 190 pounds to 250 pounds; they must have a GED or high school diploma at least and not have disfigurements which could skew the women’s interview results. They must be fit enough to enable them to have intercourse Manisa Escort Bayan with one of the female subjects each week over the eight weeks of the study. And of course it’s obvious that all subjects must be disease free to participate. I’ll have further clarification of the criteria when the initial interview is taken, and suitability is determined.

“There are similar restrictions on the female subjects as to height, weight, etc., etc. As I said, I’m trying to eliminate preference factors from influencing the study results. So you wouldn’t be interacting with a 20 year old, 5 ft. 11 in. tall girl weighing 110 pounds one week and then the next week with a 50 year old, 5 ft. 2 in. tall woman weighing 300 pounds. Even though the study will only have 8 men and 8 women due to funding restrictions, I will be able to show the use of proper procedure and presentation of results. If things work out, I may be able to expand the study at some later date with commercial or governmental funding after I have my doctorate.”

***** ***** The next Friday after I had spoken with three of my male friends…

“I want to thank you all for agreeing to participate in the research study. As I am sure you have all noticed, there are 16 men and 16 women here tonight for this review of your participation. This is so that each of you will not know which of the others are participants in the study and which are not participants. I’m sure that all of you ladies have all noticed also that all of the men have very similar builds and other physical attributes, the same as all the women share very similar attributes.

“Once the study begins, I must ask that you do not discuss the scheduling or any other aspect of the study with any of the other people here tonight to avoid invalidating the data captured for the study. I provided a listing of dos and don’ts to each of you prior to this meeting and your attendance here is your agreement to abide by the rules. I do want to re-emphasize one of the rules; each of you will behave like a gentleman or a lady, meaning that if your partner indicates reluctance to a particular activity, you will abide by that preference. No force may be used! Use of force would bring immediate dismissal from the study and possible legal repercussions.

“This is the last chance for anyone who wishes to remove themselves from the study to do so. If you wish to quit the study, please contact me prior to leaving this room and I will switch you to non-participant status without making anyone else here aware of your status. I will be speaking privately to each of you tonight, both before and after the study activity.

“As you all know, this study is being used to complete part of my doctoral dissertation and therefore I am footing the bill for all activities; I want to thank those participants who have approached me to offer assistance with funding by supplying locations free of charge. I also want to thank the volunteers who will be helping me with the logistics involved especially the transportation and housekeeping type services entailed. Some of these volunteers are members of my family and the others are members of my sorority, still others are business men and women of our community. Again, I want to thank all of you for your participation in my research study.

***** ***** After some preparations were made and we were all shuffled around…

“Okay, now that you are all blindfolded, I can inform you that just the 16 study participants, I and my assistants are in the room. We have four locations where there are two separated or soundproofed bedrooms available. Tonight, the ladies will select a numbered ball from the bowl which includes the numbers assigned to the men as they arrived earlier. Two men and two ladies will be escorted to each of the assigned bedroom locations and separated to the bedrooms as per this selection. Please remember that there will be no peeking and no talking from now on. After the activities and after the time allowed for showers, and by the way, my assistants will be available to help the ladies with their hair, the four people at each location will be returned here and that is when blindfolds will be removed so that no one will be able to determine who was with who during this time.

“At that time, each of you will be given a questionnaire about tonight’s actual activities and evaluation of your partner. Each of the remaining weeks, we will insure that you do not have a repeat with a partner previously matched with you. Next week, the men will select the numbers for the ladies participating. If there are any last minute questions, please raise your hand now and I will approach so you can whisper it to me and I will answer directly to you or to the group as a whole if that is advisable… Now, with the selections made and no unanswered questions, my assistants will move among you and guide the two matched couples to the transport van going to their destination.”

***** Escort Manisa ***** After the ride to the location…

Sophie had really planned well to insure anonymity of the study subjects. All the men used the same soap and cologne, we all had the same type of clothing; all the women were attired similarly as well and used the same body wash and perfume. We must look like a dance troupe or a choir in our matching outfits.

I had volunteered my house as one of the sites and it had been accepted. Each participant would be having two visits to each of the four bedrooms to help avoid too much familiarity with the facility used. I was in a strange bedroom for tonight and so far couldn’t even guess which woman was my partner.

After a short familiarization tour of the bedroom and bathroom, the assistant had left us standing at the foot of the bed, touching fingertips. We knew where the massage oil was that could be used for moisturizer or lube, and where the stack of towels sat waiting for cleanup as well as the soap and body wash selected for our use. We knew where there were water bottles and a bowl of chilled fruit if we wanted them. There were chairs on either side at the foot of the bed for placing our clothes when they were removed, and we knew where the alarm clock sat to tell us when two hours were up. We were told that we could use as little or as much of the two hours as we agreed to between us. The two hour limit was set so that we would have clean up time; an hour, to get ready to leave when the night was ending.

This was going to be quite a change from my usual practices with my dates, I mean, I always used visual clues to determine how my date was feeling about our activities as well as actually asking her what her preferences were. This would eliminate most of those kinds of hints since we weren’t supposed to talk at all, hopefully I would still hear moans and sighs of approval from my date. That was how I gaged how successful a date was, the amount of sighs and moans I could elicit from the woman if sex was involved or her replies in conversation if we didn’t engage in any sexual actions.

For right now, I was going to have to go on with the sexual activities with less than half of the usual indicators and feedback and with almost none of the usual preparation since I did not know who I was with. But I had never been a ‘Wham, Bam, Thank-you, Ma’am’ kind of guy so I’d just go on as normally as I could. I’d never had any complaints before and didn’t expect any now.

Once the door clicked shut behind our guide, I moved half a step closer and brought her hand to my lips to kiss the back. We proceeded from there with some kissing and fondling. Hmmmm, the braille method of getting to know each other wouldn’t be a bad idea for future dates and it made for some interesting times in getting naked for continuing the actions. We didn’t want to lose contact and have to find each other again so we helped each other in removing our clothing. I thought that it may help her to be more relaxed if we took my clothes off first and so I had managed to move us to my chair and placed her hands at my shirt collar while I undid the first button. She proceeded from there with my help in placing the clothes so I’d be able to find them easily for redressing in the bathroom after a shower. She did some fondling as she undressed me, but not much kissing except on my lips and face.

Once I was nude, I moved us back to her chair and reached to her collar to start undressing her while I kissed her and started trailing kisses to her ears and down her neck and then down over other parts of her body as they became uncovered. I made sure to hang her clothes neatly over her chair so she wouldn’t have trouble finding them to redress either. I have to admit that losing the visual had a downer effect on me, but I made up for it by licking and kissing a few places that weren’t high up on my usual kissing locations listing although I had kissed and licked just about every square inch of a woman’s body numerous times in my thirty odd years of activity.

Once she was nude, I shifted her to the side of the bed and had her sit down and I knelt between her legs. I held on to her shoulders and proceeded to kiss her some more from her lips, down her neck, down her chest, across her breasts licking and sucking her nipples, and down her tummy while I slid my hands down to hold her hips in place. When I reached her Mons, she seemed slightly uncomfortable, but didn’t stop me even though she took a startled breath when I continued right on down to her slit.

She hadn’t offered to give me a blowjob, she had hardly offered much by way of a handjob, but to me, cunnilingus was just a normal part of foreplay and I had no reservations about including it in our time together. After all, half my pleasure was in making sure that my partner had just as much pleasure as myself, and I hadn’t met a woman yet who didn’t enjoy being eaten when it was done properly to her. From her reactions, I’d have to assume that either she had dated some very selfish individuals, or she had been in a relationship or relationships with only very inexperienced partners; or maybe it was both. I still wasn’t sure of her age even after examining her body tactilely.

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Joy arched her back with pleasure, letting out a low moan as the pine needles brushed her cheekbones. She gasped as she came, her fingers gently guiding the vibrating dildo across her clit. It was dripping with warm wetness as she let it drop to the floor, both hands caressing her exposed stomach, traveling aimlessly toward her hardened nipples.

Joy rubbed her pale breasts while her pulse slowed down and she caught her breath. In her excitement, she had sent wrapping paper and ribbon flying, eventually climaxing while staring up into the Christmas tree. She smiled to herself as she remembered how this had started, a last minute trip to the mall for a final present. Joy had been killing time in Victoria’s Secret while the lines grew shorter at the calendar kiosk and had then stumbled across it… the black velvet bustier that would bring any man to his knees. The whale bones melted against Joy’s curves and her white breasts popped temptingly over the subtle black lace at the top. She imagined an inevitable fight with Patrick ending when she simply dropped her bathrobe and stood before him in the bustier. Joy had become wet simply trying it on, imagining the black satin garters sliding temptingly down Manisa Escort her smooth thighs. Onto the credit card it had gone and while wrapping it to go under the Christmas tree, Joy couldn’t help herself.

At home, she had pulled it out of the soft pink tissue paper and felt the wave of excitement gush into her panties. Joy reached for her vibrator and gripped its firm plastic shaft. She imagined it was Patrick, not waiting to take off her skirt, but forcing it up around her waist and thrusting himself into her wet, waiting pussy. He was huge, or so she imagined, and Joy closed her eyes, imagining biting into this tight shoulders as he throbbed deeper and deeper.

Joy shivered at the fantasy and brought herself back to her living room, now covered in a post-hurricane-like chaos of paper, ribbon, and tissue. Joy began to clean up when she heard her doorbell ring. She smiled, imagining it was Becky, Joy’s best friend, coming to her rescue after hearing Joy’s voicemail about the latest fight with Patrick. After two months of dating and still not sleeping together, Joy and Patrick seemed to be fighting about everything. Joy sighed, attempted to smooth her rumpled skirt, and Manisa Escort Bayan headed for the door.

Joy threw open the door and to her surprise, found Patrick. His dark hair was rumpled and his cheeks flushed. Without a word, Patrick grabbed Joy’s hands and rapidly backed her into a wall. With one strong hand, Patrick gripped both of Joy’s tiny wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head. Before she could utter a word, Patrick’s lips pressed against hers, insistent and strong. Joy felt her body give in to his as Patrick pressed against her. She felt his already present erection press against the warm wetness she felt spreading between her legs. With one hand, Patrick tore off Joy’s shirt and bra, simultaneously turning Joy to face the wall. With hands still pinned above her head, Joy felt Patrick’s tongue sweep slowly but intentionally across her neck. His hand reached around her, fondling her nipples. Joy heard Patrick unzip his pants as he said, “Joy, I think this will solve all our problems.”

As in her fantasy, Patrick took no time in raising Joy’s skirt to her waist. His fingers explored the hem of her lace panties, cautiously and then confidently Escort Manisa thrusting three fingers into her warm, anxious pussy. Joy let out a wail of pleasure, willing Patrick to shove his cock inside her. “Please, now, please…” she begged. First, his fingers dripping with her cum, Patrick fondled Joy’s clit, responding with his own body to her arching back. While his fingers drew her closer to climax, Patrick pulled her panties aside and thrust his hard dick into Joy’s trembling pussy. She gasped, it was larger than she imagined. Patrick was confident and forceful and Joy gave in to his strength. His wide cock drew in and out of her, covered in both their liquid while Joy was still pinned to the wall. She wailed as she climaxed, his fingers playing and teasing her. Without seeing Patrick’s face, Joy could only feel his strength as he thrust deeper within her. Both his hands traveled to her breasts, gripping them and pinching her nipples as Patrick panted, and thrusting deeper and faster, finally came inside her. Exhausted, they dropped to the floor.

Covered in sweat and with clothing rearranged, Joy and Patrick began to laugh. The front door hadn’t even been closed before they began their fuck. In the midst of their laughter, Patrick took Joy’s face in his hands and kissed her. When she opened her eyes he said, “I think that’s all we needed.” Joy smiled her agreement. As she lay back down, resting her head on his broad chest she thought, ‘Just wait ’til he opens that bustier.’

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It all began when we took a trip…………..

The Sun was shining brightly, reflecting off your golden hair and beautiful bare arms, taking my breath away. The sky was clear, and your laughter sent shivers of joy through my body. We got into the cruiser, and with just ourselves for company, sped out into the clear blue waters.

We must have driven for a couple of hours, just chatting and gazing at each other, the innuendo getting more and more prolific. We stopped the boat, and went into the spacious interior, to find that food was set out on the table, with wine and chilled champagne. We sat down, very close to each other, our thighs touching, and continued our chat whilst eating.

After we had eaten, we cleared up, and went back on deck. The sun was still bright, and the water was clear blue, you could see right to the bottom. You decided that it was time to do a little sunbathing, so you took off your dress, revealing a beautiful silver and blue bikini. You got a towel, and lay down on the deck, your lithe limbs, gleaming as if burnished. I stood and stared, because I did not realise how enchanting you were until that very moment. It was even better than I had imagined.

You looked at me and smiled, which sent my heart rate sky high, and made me flush with desire.

“Come and rub some sun-tan oil on my back.” you purred, your voice sounding like the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

I got the oil, and came slowly over, and began to gently apply it to your back. I had done most of your back when you said

“Just undo the Bikini Top, then you can get all of my back.”

I undid your bikini top. All the while thinking that I must be in heaven. I finished rubbing oil into your back and stood up, about to go into the shade. You turned you head, looked at me and said

“Where do you think your going? You haven’t done my legs yet, you don’t want me to get burnt do you?” I must have gaped, because you giggled, which made my legs turn to jelly. I sat back down, and started to gently rub oil into your shapely legs.

I finished your legs and went back into the cabin to get my camera and some drink for the two of us. When I came out, you were lying there, on your back, and your had removed your top completely. The sight took my breath away, and I knew then that there was nothing that was going to stop me possessing you at some point in our trip.

I called out, “Drinks up.” and you looked over at me and smiled your impish, sexy smile, and beckoned me over with a hooked finger. I seemed to float over the deck, the movement was so easy. I knelt down beside you, and leant forward. Our lips met, and the world seemed to explode, fireworks went off in my head. It was fantastic.

We kissed for an eternity, nothing touching except our lips. The feeling was electric. We finally broke apart, and looked at each other. I smiled and you smiled back, the invitation was clearly visible in your sparkling eyes. I took off my shirt, and you put your hand on my chest, and pushed me down onto the warn deck, and began to cover me in oil. The feeling was amazing, your hands gently massaging me, it was very erotic, I could not stop myself from running my hands up your arms and over your back. I pulled you down onto me, and our lips met again, only this time your breasts were pressing on my chest, and the feeling was so intense, it felt like my body had been blown to pieces. Our kisses got harder and harder, and I rolled over, until I had got you on your back, and we continued kissing.

I could feel your nipples beginning to harden, and I knew that you would be able to feel my cock getting hard. I broke off the kiss, and knelt up, straddling your hips. Your face was flushed, and I imagined that my face was in a very similar state. Your nipples had turned several shades darker than when I had first seem them, and both stood to attention like good little soldiers. I ran my hands over your breasts, squeezing gently, and rubbing the nipples with the tips of my fingers, making them stand even higher. I leant forward, and your arms slipped round my neck, pulling me down onto you, my chest hair brushing against your sensitive nipples, causing you to draw in a deep shuddering breath.

My mouth found yours, and we kissed, hard. As we kissed, your hands began to move down Manisa Escort my back, your nails gently pressing into the yielding flesh. I moaned into your mouth. Your Hands reached my shorts, and tried to find a way in. I sat up, and smiled at you. Your hands moved round to the front of my shorts and undid the button, and then the zip, I stood up and removed them, revealing my gold and black swimming trunks. You smiled as you saw the bulge, and I smiled when I noticed where you were looking.

I knelt down, and kissed you, my kisses hot and quick as I began to kiss your neck and then moved down to your breasts, kissing each in turn, and the taking each nipple into my mouth, and sucking gently while flicking my tongue against it. You began to moan. At the same time, I slid my left hand down your body, into your skimpy bikini bottoms, and began to gently rub your groin. You spread your legs wider, and I slid my index finger between your lips, and began to gently but firmly stroke your hardening clit, feeling the heat emanating from your pussy as I did so. I moved my index finger over your clit, circling it, then, rubbing over the top, you began to moan in pleasure. I slid my hand further down, and felt the entrance to your pussy, it was hot and moist, waiting for me, I slid a finger in as far as I could, but your bikini bottoms were getting in the way.

I removed my hand, and stopped kissing and sucking your breasts, and stood up. You looked at me, and I removed my trunks, my cock, rampant stood out straight, bobbing gently, I knelt down again, and using my hands slid your bikini bottoms off, noting the beautiful neat bush of hair covering your pussy, it was a sight I had longed to see, and as it came into view, my cock gave a big twitch. I looked at you, and said

“This is a dream come true for me, I really did not ever expect some-one as gorgeous as you to want to shag me. Let’s do it your favourite way.”

Your eyes lit up, and your face split with a fantastic smile. I knew you thought it was a great idea, and lay down on my back. As I lay down, you rolled over, and began to kiss my chest it sent waves of pleasure through my body. You straddled my hips, I could feel the heat of your pussy on my cock, knew this was going to be a great shag. You slid your right hand down between your legs, and began to rub my cock, moving your body up and down as you did this. You then lifted yourself higher, lifted up my cock, and guiding it to the entrance to your dripping pussy slowly sat down.

My cock slid into your waiting pussy, and you carefully began to move up and down, feeling the size, and gauging how much you could take. I lay still, knowing that you were in control at the moment, and that you needed to be ready for more or less at your own pace. I looked at you, and your eyes were fluttering as you began to move up and down faster, more of my cock being taken into your tight pussy with each thrust, until you had taken it all. You arched your back and screamed

“I’m so full of cock, I love it.”

As you began to buck, up and down, harder and faster. I grabbed hold of your hips, to help guide you, so that you didn’t hurt either of us with your fast and furious approach. I began to thrust as well, sending my cock as deep into your wet pussy as I could. We were both breathing hard, as pleasure began to pool in my groin. You continued pounding up and down, beginning to scream as you felt my hard cock inside begin to spasm as globules of spunk slammed themselves into you. I kept thrusting as much as I could, until the last twitch of my cock, as the last glob of spunk slipped from my cock, your body began to convulse as your orgasm started,

“Keep thrusting hard.” you gasped, so I thrust as hard as I could, feeling the trembling of your body through my cock, it was amazing, and my cock remained rigid inside you. Your orgasm subsided, and you lay down on top of me, your breasts pressed hard on my chest, and kissed me.

“That was one of the best shags I have ever had.” you murmured. “You’re right.” I said, “It really was one of the best shags, what’s next?”

“We can just lie here for a while and see what happens.” you chuckled, moving you hips so that my softening cock twitched again.

“That’s true,” I said, “but I thought I would Manisa Escort Bayan take some photo’s of you. What do you say?”

“Ok babe, I don’t have any problem with that.” you replied, smiling your sexiest smile, “What would you like me to wear?”

“Your smile will be clothing enough,” I chortled, “let me up and I’ll get the camera. Would you like a drink?”

You rolled carefully off me, my limp cock slipping out of your pussy, covered in a combination of your lovely juices and my spunk. I stood up, and stretched, then looked down at you, laid on your back, your legs spread wide.

I smiled, and knew that I was a very lucky man, and that there would be much more sex before we returned to shore later on. I walked back to where I had put the camera, and picked it up, along with a glass of red wine for you. I bought it over, knelt down next to you, and kissed your breasts, as I poured a couple of drops of the wine onto each one. I kissed your lips, and stood up. Standing astride you, I looked down, and saw you smile as you looked up at me. I looked at you through the camera, and began to click away, moving the camera over your whole body, recording every centimetre of your lustrous skin on film.

You rolled over, and looked over your shoulder at me, as I continued to snap away. I moved further away from you, and you sat up, and curled into a little ball, which was very erotic, because there was nothing visible, but the promise of hidden delights was plain to see. I continued taking photos as you sipped your drink, and then you stood up, turned around, and jumped off the boat into the clear water, I could hear you laughing as you surfaced.

“Come on in Mark, it’s lovely.” you shouted

“Give me a minute.” I said, “I just want to take a few more pictures.” I replied, moving to the edge of the boat, and watching as you frolicked in the water.

I took more photos and then put the camera down. I could feel my passion stirring again, and my cock began to rise to the thoughts that were forming in my head. I dived into the waiting water, and surfaced right next to you, my hands sliding over your tight buttocks, my lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. You pulled away from me and floated on your back, your pubic triangle clearly visible out of the water. I reached for you, and you swan away.

I laughed, and dived under the water, getting a fantastic view of your shapely bum, slightly distorted by the water.

I surfaced, and shouted “Come on back to the boat, I’ve got a present for you.”

You turned over, and began to slowly swim toward me, your body slicing through the water effortlessly. I had reached the back of the boat, and waited for you.

As you arrived, I said “After you my darling, but don’t hurry.” you looked at me questioningly, and then began to climb the ladder. I reached round, and cupped your breast, and you stopped climbing, your feet were on the bottom rung, and your body was half in and half out of the water. I felt your nipple begin to stiffen as I continued to gently caress your firm shapely tit. I hooked my legs round the ladder, and began to slide my other hand up and down your back, from the base of your neck, all the way down your spine, over your bum, until it was between your legs. You moved slightly, and spread you legs as wide as the ladder would allow. I moved closer to you, my cock hard as a bar of iron, and ready to give you pleasure again.

I slid a finger into your pussy, as a guide for my cock, and then slid my rigid cock into you form behind. You gasped as it slid in, and pushed back into me, your arse pressed hard against my stomach. I began to slide in and out, almost coming out each time, teasing you with the length. You shuddered each time I slid back in. I slid my right hand between us, feeling my cock as it slides in and out, rubbing gently round your arse, up and down the arse crack. I hear you moan, as I gently tease your arse-hole with my fingers, I feel your bum-hole twitch as I run my fingers over it, teasing it, slipping a centimetre in and then slipping back out, concentrating on rubbing the outside, rather than penetrating. I hear your breathing becoming harder and faster, as I continue teasing your bum, while ramming my cock faster and faster into you, getting Escort Manisa deeper and deeper.

You throw your head back, and scream as you orgasm, my cock continues to slide in and out, your screams get louder, as your whole body shudders, as you orgasm again and again. I squeeze your tits, and pound harder, the whole boat rocking, as I set a frantic pace. Your body is racked with pleasure as you feel my cock twitch inside you, and I thrust to the rhythm of my ejaculation, I scream as I jet more spunk into you, pulling myself close to you, and kissing your back as I continue to jet spunk into you. As my orgasm ends, I seem to loose all strength, and just drop back into the water, you do the same.

We float on the water, our bodies next to each other, we hold hands and look at each other. I smile, and you smile back, your eyes sparkle. We lay like that for an age, and then moved back onto the boat. It was getting on a bit, so we decided to have some lunch. We went down into the plush interior, and began to sort out dinner. I stood behind you as you leant over and opened the fridge, and as you bent over, I slide my hands over your tight buttocks.

“You have the most fantastic bum.” I comment, “I could run my hands all over it for hours at a time.”

“Thanks mark, that means a lot to me.” you said.

“Forget food,” I said, “I know what I want to eat, and it needs no preparation.” you looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I took your hand and led you into the dining room, “Ok babe, since you are the food, you had better lay yourself on the table.” you climbed onto the table, and lay down. I sat on the bench seat, and reached for you, and slid you toward me.

My right hand slipping under your bum, and my left hand sliding a finger straight into your wet cunt. I began to finger your slippery cunt, and soon added a second finger to the first, while the thumb from my right hand flicked across your bum-hole, getting wet from the juices that dripped from your cunt and ran onto the table. I leant forward, and licked your cunt as my fingers continued their work. My tongue moving up until it encountered your clit. I gently sucked your clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I sucked. My fingers probed fore and aft, as your body shuddered. I moved my right hand, started to rub up and down your inner thighs, while my tongue and left hand continued their work.

I began to very gently nibble all round your clit, moving down to your cunt. I pulled out my fingers, and licked them clean, delighting in the flavour of your cunt juices. I plunged my tongue as deep into your hot wet cunt as I could, and began to lick you out, tasting you for the first time. I came up for air, and moved my tongue back to your clit, licking rhythmically from side to side, I could feel your body beginning to shudder as I increased the speed of my tongue, and the pressure I was exerting.

Your hands reached down, and grabbed my head, and pushed me down harder. I could hear the moans of ecstasy getting louder, and moved my tongue harder and faster. Your body began to buck, and I had a hard time keeping the speed and pressure in the right place, but whatever I did just increased your enjoyment. As my tongue licked and lapped at your wet cunt and your hard little clit, you screamed, and went rigid, and then began to shake as you reached orgasm.

I continued to lick your clit, slowly, each lick causing a new shudder to occur, it was getting quite hard to continue though because as your orgasm heightened, so you began to close your legs, and your grip on my head was beginning to get quite tight. I gave your clit one last swipe with my tongue, and pulled my head from between your legs. I slid you off the table into my lap, and kissed you on the neck as I held you.

“You know that today is a dream come true for me don’t you” I whispered “I know I’ve said it before, but I wanted to make sure you understood that I would have done anything in the past for this to be happening right now.”

“I know,” you murmur, “I’ve been waiting for it as well. Was I worth the wait?”

“More than worth the wait, you are the best thing that could ever have happened to me.” I tell you truthfully.

“Good,” you chuckle “now let me have a little sleep, you can join me if you like, I love a good cuddle as well as fantastic sex.”

“OK babe, that sounds like a fantastic idea, I shall dream sweet dreams of you while I lie in the same bed as you. I can’t believe that this has actually happened.”

We went to sleep, our sexual urges satisfied for the moment.

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“Would you like a coffee?”

I go into your kitchen. I feel at home here. I have been here plenty of times before. I fill your kettle up and get down the large heavy coffee cup I prefer.

“Here let me get that,” you softly said as you wrap your arms around me, and I get that tingly feeling you give me. You lightly tickle my neck with your tongue and hot breath while sliding your hands down into my top and under my bra where my nipples are already hardening. I can also feel your hardness pushing into me where my butt starts to divide at the base of my back.

You turn me around to face you. I feel your hands on my face, softly stroking my cheeks. You place your big lips on mine and softy inch your tongue into my mouth slowly. With your tongue inside my mouth gently teasing my tongue till it plunges into a hard dance with mine.

“I’ll make your coffee, Babe.” as you slowly push me down so I am on my knees and wedged between Malatya Escort you and the cupboard. I see your hand pull your zip down slowly, and slowly ease your cock out of your pants. It is ready for my mouth as I slowly tease the tip with my tongue, I taste a dribble of precum, and I slide my tongue inside your slit to lick it out. I know every spot to lick and suck — I have been there before –so I tease and coax you to shudder every time I hit your most sensitive spots. I slide you into my mouth tasting every damn inch of you as you push your way to the back of my throat.

By this time you have a handful of my hair, and you are guiding me up and down with increasing force. I can feel the very base of your hot cock with your hair tickling my nose. I can feel the cupboard hitting my head and your balls slapping on my chin. And, damn you have me so wet, I can feel my juices dripping onto my knickers.

I so badly want you Malatya Escort Bayan to cum in my mouth, but you stop, take my hand, and lead me to the breakfast bar. There you help me sit with my pussy right on the edge as you kneel down before me and lick and suck my clit till I am almost senseless with waves of desire rolling over my senses. You, my lover, lick me like no other. I feel your tongue slide into my dripping pussy, suck the juices, slide up to tease my clit, and then back down to my pussy. I feel myself release in orgasm. Ooohhh! I don’t know maybe 5 or 6 times. Now I know I am close again when you stop and ask me to roll onto my stomach.

I feel like my ass is hanging in mid air and when you touch me with your hands I shudder. You grasp each cheek with your hands and lick from my clit to my puckered hole while my senses are already in over drive. You are teasing me. You deliberately slide the head of your cock Escort Malatya up and down over my clit teasing the entrance of my pussy and my ass. You do this a couple of times until you plunge your cock into my pussy with one hard forceful shove that takes me by so much surprise that I cry out.

“Did I hurt you baby?” you ask “Ohhhhh, God no,” I reply.

I don’t think I have ever been fucked so hard, as I am now perched on that bar or felt you so enraged with lust. It feels like a madman is fucking me, and I am enjoying it more than I thought I could. Your hands are on my shoulders, and at times on my ample hips. When I thought I couldn’t take one more orgasm…. My body betrays me by an intense wave of pleasure that made me curse.

“Ohh fuck yes, harder, you bastard, harder!”

That seems to have set you off, and I feel you pump harder into my now dripping pussy. Then I feel you stiffen, and my body welcomes your hot spurts of cum. You slowly relax, still on top of me, and say,

“Oohhh, God Baby!” as you ease yourself out of me.

We look at each other smiling as I slide off the counter —mixed juice everywhere.

“Want cream in your coffee?” you ask with a cheeky grin.

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This happened several years back when my then girlfriend and I had gotten an apartment together, and decided to invite my cousin and her boyfriend over for a house warming. Just a casual night of hanging out, shooting the shit, having dinner, and since my cousin didn’t know my girlfriend very well it gave them an opportunity to get to know one another. On the flip side, I had never met my cousin’s new boyfriend and was interested in what he was like, as I had heard virtually nothing from any other members of my family so I wanted to know what the big secret was.

So Friday night rolls around and we have dinner ready when they show up, but my cousin was dressed for work as she had just found out she was the on-call nurse for the night. She figured she would get through as much of the night as possible, and if she got called in she would’ve had dinner at least.

This is right around when I met Marcel, a tall, muscular, clean cut, dark skinned, Cape Verdean man, probably in his late 30’s. He introduced himself before my cousin had a chance, and right away I got the feeling this guy was a bit swarmy. I shook off the feeling and led them into the dining room to introduce them to my girlfriend, Stacey, who was setting the table.

Now at that time my girlfriend Stacey is a pretty hot 23 year old, but she isn’t like super skinny or artificial with the makeup and stuff, and she had this classic beauty about her, like a young Liz Taylor. Her Portuguese-Irish mixed heritage gave her dark curly hair (which she had straightened for tonight), a very cute face, and an overall great body.

She was at times very insecure, always complaining about the size of her ass and when her tummy wasn’t completely flat, but I always reassured her that she was a 10 out of 10 in my book, but that never seemed good enough. However, recently she had joined a gym and was seeing quick improvements, and guessing by how she was dressed, in some very tight jeans and black tank top showing off her very perky (think Katy Perry) 36C chest, it looked like she was putting that hard work on display.

I always felt I had scored way above my league, as I am a short 26 year old (at the time), not very muscular, and kind of a dork in a way, or at least that was the vibe people always said they got from me.

As Marcel and my cousin entered the dining room I made the introductions, and right away I started to see more of that arrogant, swarminess I detected from him earlier.

“Wow! How did YOU get THIS GIRL? Babe, you look fantastic! If I wasn’t with her I would totally take a shot at you!” he said to Stacey while looking her up and down, to which she just smiled and blushed while reverting to her shy-like state.

I just kind of stood there shocked at what he said (more about him calling her “babe” actually) and I looked at my cousin and hoped she could tell how uncomfortable I was. She indeed got the message and smacked Marcel playfully on the shoulder and told him to be polite, and then apologized to Stacey.

“I’m just kidding around with you. It is nice to meet you and you have a very lovely home.” Said Marcel with a grin while shaking Stacey’s hand.

“Uh yea, Thanks.” She replied, still looking a bit uncomfortable by his earlier remarks.

He really didn’t mean the apology though, because as Stacey was turning away he made a sneaky glance down at her cleavage, then caught me looking at him and gave a wink and nod like he approved.

Once the awkward introductions were over we sat and ate what turned out to be a pretty good meal. There was some interesting dinner conversation, but it mostly consisted of Marcel talking about how great he was, and trying to steal looks at Stacey’s tits.

At this point I was hoping they would leave after dinner, I mean I love my cousin but this guy was too much. I was also kind of put off on how casually Stacey was responding to him, and while it seemed at first she thought he was a pig, I was started to get the feeling that she might actually think this guy was cool or something.

As dinner finished up Stacey complained about the cold and went to our bedroom and put on a button up sweater. You could tell Marcel was disappointed when seeing her return to clear the table because he could no longer stare at her Malatya Escort cleavage. Suddenly my cousin’s cell phone went off and she was called into work, and asked if one of us would be able to give Marcel a ride home.

“I don’t think either one of us can drive right now after all that wine we drank. He can sleep on our couch tonight and one of us will bring him home in the morning.”

I looked at Stacey as she said that, staring daggers at her the entire time, but I knew she was at least partially right, but I would have called him a taxi. A couple of years ago I had gotten a DUI leaving a bar after a couple of beers, and did not want to chance that again. And after she offered the couch I didn’t feel right telling him he should take a cab home, so I went along with it under silent protest.

My cousin and I said our goodbyes, and then her and her boyfriend went to kiss, but it slowly turned into her pushing him off her because he was trying to grope her. And, like the ass he was, as she left Marcel smiled at Stacey with this big shit eating grin for some reason, like he was showing off or something.

The whole time I was thinking, “Maybe this is all in my head, and I’m just insecure. I mean, how can my cousin put up with this guy blatantly hitting on my girlfriend right in front of her? How can Stacey offer this asshole our couch after all he has put her through tonight?” I just had a bad feeling about this guy being around Stacey, and now without my cousin here I was expecting him to get much worse with the flirting.

We eventually settled down in the living room with Stacey and I next to each other on the couch, and Marcel seated in the recliner across from us, and we were still drinking a considerable amount when he suggested we should play some drinking games. So Stacey whipped out a pack of cards and we played one drinking game after another, having a pretty good time too as Marcel’s flirting seemed to cool down a bit.

I found out later that while I was out of the room getting another drink she told him to chill out and to stop hitting on her or she would make him sleep in the street. Thankfully it worked because he started acting almost like a normal person and not a horn dog.

A few more hours went by and we were all pretty wasted and ready to call it a night, and thankfully it went by without any further incident… until I got up to use the bathroom.

The way our apartment was setup is that it had the bathroom off of the side of the kitchen, but there was a bit of hallway so when exiting the bathroom you could see into the kitchen without anyone in there seeing you. It seemed Stacey had started to clean up and was in the kitchen when Marcel followed her in, which was right about the time I was coming out of the bathroom.

I don’t know why but when I saw them I just stopped and watched as he came up from behind her while she was washing some dishes. He then put his hand around her waist while pulling her into him and I expected her to turn around and slap him, but instead she continued to wash the dishes as he ground himself against her plump ass.

At one point she stopped what she was doing, leaned forward while pushing her ass back into him, and closed her eyes while this lustful little smile creeped up on her face. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! She actually liked this guy grinding his cock into her ass!

It was then I knew I had to break it up before it got out of hand. I didn’t get the chance though, because he started to move one of his hands closer to her tits and she must have realized what was going on and stopped him by turning around and pushing him away.

“I told you to stop being a bad boy or I’ll make you sleep outside!” She said to him sternly, but playfully with a smile on her face.

I finally worked up the nerve to walk in on them, and immediately Stacey looked very guilty.

“So uh, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh nothing! Marcel was just helping me clean up before we go to bed.”

“Yup, that’s right buddy! Your girlfriend and I are going to bed while you sleep on the couch!” laughed Marcel as I was shooting him dirty looks.

I decided to put what I had saw earlier out of mind for the sake of getting some sleep, and figured I Malatya Escort Bayan would just talk to my cousin later and tell her what a prick her boyfriend was, and that I caught him groping Stacey. Hopefully she would come to her senses and break up with the guy.

I was pretty drunk so as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light, with Stacey sound asleep next to me. It must have been a few hours later when I woke up because I had to take a piss when I noticed Stacey was gone. It took a second to sink in but I figured she had just gone to the bathroom as I intended to do.

I got up, walked out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the bathroom when I saw them in the kitchen from pretty much the same vantage point I had earlier. It was dark, but my eyes had adjusted and I could make them both out as I witnessed him push her against the wall. I could also hear them as they whispered to each other and heard her say,

“No, we can’t do this. I have a boyfriend and you’re with his cousin.”

“Does it matter?” I heard him whisper to her in reply. “I know you liked it every time I looked at you, it was written all over your face. You like me, don’t you?”

“Well I think you are hot if that is what you mean.”

He just smiled at her as he placed his hand on her stomach and pushed her a bit harder against the wall. While doing this I noticed he managed to work her legs apart and then move his hands under her thighs, lifting her up so she was being supported by him while up against the wall and causing her to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Please, you have to stop this.” She whispered again, but instead of stopping he proceeded to grind against her and I swear I heard her moan a little.

“Do you feel that?”

“Yes.” She replied breathlessly.

“Do you want this?” he asked her again while grinding into her pussy even harder.

She remained silent and bit her lower lip, and then they start to kiss passionately while rubbing against each other like two animals in heat.

They made out like this for what seemed like hours, even though it was probably only minutes. The entire time I was just standing there, watching this guy make out with my girlfriend while I was frozen in place and unable to stop them for some reason. Maybe I wanted to see this, but even to this day I am not even sure what I was thinking.

They broke their deep kiss and he set her down, grabbed her and pushed her against the table where she bent over as he took his position behind her. Then he started grinding against her ass again while his hands were roaming up her body, eventually settling on her nice perky tits.

He suddenly ripped off the button-up sweater she had been wearing, and pulled down the front of her tank top allowing her perky breasts to spill out as he groped them with joy. The entire time Stacey was moaning quietly, but obviously enjoying Marcel’s large hands caress her body, squeeze her tits, and pinching her nipples.

Honestly, I don’t think I had ever seen her that turned on before, but every time I looked at her she had this sexy, lusty face that was begging to be fucked. At this point I noticed she reached around behind her and grabbed his cock through his pants and started rubbing it. It was like time had slowed down as I watched my girlfriend jerk this guy off while he groped her from behind against my kitchen table.

He then began unbuttoning and pulling down his pants, took off his shirt, and even I have to admit this guy had a great body, at least one you’re not afraid to show off while naked. While still bent over the table Stacey turned her head around to get a quick look and I could see she was clearly impressed with his physique, not to mention his huge erect cock.

He got back behind her and proceeded to take her pants off along with her panties until all she was wearing was the torn down tank top with her tits popping out. He grabbed one of her tits with one hand, and then with the other I saw him take his cock and begin rubbing it along the entrance to her pussy from behind, and even in the limited light from the window I could see how wet she was from the glistening.

Stacey began to moan, “Do it! Please fuck me!”

He then shoved his cock Escort Malatya in, slowly but surely pushing it all the way past a point I never reached.

“UH, you’re fucking tight, babe.” Marcel groaned as he was stretching her pussy to the limit.

Stacey’s mouth was wide open with her eyes closed like she was experiencing pleasure completely new to her. Then he started to fuck her, slowly at first, but he quickened the pace to the point where they weren’t even being quiet about it anymore.

“Oh god, this feels so fucking good! OOOOOO! Keep fucking me!” Stacey moaned loudly.

“I knew I was going to fuck you from the first time I saw you tonight. UH, so fucking hot, and those tits…” he groaned as he was now fucking her like I had never done before.

“I shouldn’t be… ooooo… doing this but your cock just feels so good!”

“I knew you’d like it, and you’re gonna like it again and again because I don’t care! I’ll fuck you in front of your wimp boyfriend if I have to!”

“Oh god! I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh god, fuck me whenever you want! UHHHHHH!!”

As Stacey began to have her orgasm he continued to fuck her hard right through it. Her body twitched with pleasure and she moaned loud enough even for my neighbors to hear her rapture. He then pulled his cock out of her soaked pussy, spun her around and forced her down to her knees while he sat down on a chair.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck these tits all night!”

He then started rubbing his cock between her tits as she pushed them together while using them to jerk him off.

“I bet your boyfriend has never fucked these, huh? His dick is probably too small.”

She didn’t say anything, but her silent smile spoke volumes about something, at least when compared to this guy, I was failing at.

“Come on, I want to fuck you on the couch.”

He suddenly picked her up by the arm and pulled her over to the living room where he then sat down on the couch, with her straddling his lap. She then grabbed his cock, used it to rub herself a bit, and then began to ride him, taking her time and slowly grinding her pussy against him as she moaned uncontrollably.

“This is the…ooooo… ah fuck! Best sex I’ve ever had!”

“It gets better, babe.”

He quickly flipped her over onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and started fucking her brains out. At this point it was just total loss of control as they were both screaming and moaning without a care in the world. And here I was, just standing here in the shadows watching my cousin’s boyfriend fuck the shit out of my girlfriend, too afraid to stop it and at this point I don’t think they would stop if I walked in anyway.

“Oh fuck, Oh god I’m going to cum again!”

“Fucking cum with me, babe. I’m gonna cum in you!”

Then he started fucking her so hard the entire apartment was shaking until his body went tense, and he let out a primal groan as he filled my girlfriend’s pussy with his cum. At the same time she was cumming too, and had dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in closer as she had her second major orgasm of the night.

“Damn you’re a good fuck, babe. There’s no way your boyfriend didn’t hear that though.”

Marcel was laughing as Stacey sat up once her orgasm faded a bit, and looked like she was about to panic when she realized not only did I probably hear them, but she wasn’t on the pill and he didn’t wear a condom. At this point I managed to sneak back to bed and pretended I was asleep when she came in.

She must have showered because she smelled cleaned, and then I suddenly wondered if he fucked her in there too after I left. Once she was all tucked in I rolled over and said to her, “I can’t believe you fucked my cousin’s boyfriend without a condom.” And then I fell to sleep before hearing her response.

I broke up with her the next day, but we ended living together for another 3 months till I could get us out of our lease. I probably should of kicked her out right away and sucked up her half of the rent because I had to put up with her fucking random guys at all hours. I found out a few days after she moved out that she was pregnant and it was most likely Marcel’s kid. I’m not sure what happened to her after that, and to be honest I don’t really care, but at least she gave me something to write about.

As for Marcel himself, I told my cousin about what happened and she broke it off with him that day and we never heard from him again.

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So this is what dying of mortification felt like. Actually, if I COULD die right now, I’d happily welcome that option. I’m certainly never going to live this down.

I’m standing in the change room at a boutique costume shop a few blocks down from the office. In front of me is my coworker, Damien. As always, he’s dressed impeccably. And he looks perfect. And he’s staring at me, eyes wide in what looks like surprised amusement. I’m sure he’s memorizing this sight to make fun of me over for years to come. I feel a blush creeping slowly over my entire body, from my fuzzy pink ears right down to the tops of my shiny, four inch high, fuck-me boots…

Let’s rewind a bit and explain just how I got myself into this embarrassing situation.

Six months ago I was hired as a senior associate at Zeidler & Barryson law firm. It’s a big honor, they usually never hire seniors from outside, always promoting from within. As such, I was thrilled. And truly, I love almost everything about my job. It’s challenging, exciting, and a great experience.

Except for one thing. Damien. Although he is my age, he’s a junior associate, so technically lower than me on the company ladder. However, he also happens to be the boss’s son. And apparently, he was not thrilled with daddy giving the senior associate position to “this random bitch” as opposed to him.

As you may have guessed, we don’t get along. Explosive doesn’t even begin to describe our relationship. Barely a day has passed in six months without us breaking out into yet another petty squabble. I don’t even know how Damien gets any work done, with his penchant for showing up wherever I am and picking fights with me.

Something about Damien just seems to bring out this incredibly unprofessional side of me. Of course, it doesn’t help that he’s incredibly attractive. At 6’2”, he dwarfs my much smaller frame. He has broad shoulders, messy blond hair, and these wicked gray eyes. When I first laid eyes on him, all I remember is having to stoop to pick my jaw off the floor.

That was, of course, until I first heard him speak. So now I pass my days in screaming matches with the boss’s son, and at night in my dreams we’re screaming again… but for very different reasons.

And as for why I’m in a bunny costume? Well, a month ago Zeidler announced that we were going to have a company Halloween party, costumes mandatory. Being the workaholic I am, I completely forgot about it until today. October 30th. So I dragged my friend and coworker Macy out with me during our lunch hour to the nearest costume shop to try to find a last minute costume. And somehow Damien heard and stated that he needed a costume too, charming Macy into inviting him to tag along.

Unfortunately, this close to Halloween all of the good costumes were already gone. As I browsed down the aisles I realized that there was going to be very little choice left in my size. Damien didn’t exactly make things easy, either. He followed me around the entire store, making snide comments about the outfits, and laughing at me under his breath. Finally, I snapped and all but ordered him away to find his own costume. At my wits end, I grabbed the first thing I saw in my size before storming to the change room.

It was a fuzzy, pink, playboy bunny outfit. Complete with ears, boots, and furry tail. A tight, almost see through, pink corset barely covered my breasts and revealed large expanse of my flat stomach above the matching pink undies. The underwear bunched up in the back underneath the pouf tail, leaving half of my ass cheeks hanging out. And that was it for coverage on my lower half until you reached the tops of my shiny stiletto boots.

All in all, the outfit screamed “sex”. There was no way I could wear this to a work function. I would just have to find something else. I hear a rustle on the other side of the change room curtain. It must be Macy, coming in with something of her own to try. I reach for the curtain, intending to ask her if she found something that might fit me, and see Damien’s shocked figure on the other side.

He obviously hasn’t found a costume because he’s still dressed in his work clothes. His attire emphasizes how naked I feel in this outfit. I know that it leaves nothing to the imagination. I feel myself flush as I realize that Damien’s eyes are travelling freely up and down my figure.

Embarrassed, I try to yank the curtain closed again but Damien’s hand comes up, blocking me.

His gaze roams hungrily over my exposed skin. Pathetically, I feel my body begin to respond to his attention. My heart begins to beat faster, my breathing picks up. I feel my stomach muscles tighten and my nipples begin to harden. Liquid heat pools in my center as I realize that I am standing inches from the man that’s haunted my dreams for months as his eyes devour my flesh.

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Shock freezes my reactions as I stare down at the scantily clad girl in front of me. When I wheedled my way into an invitation to join Victoria and Macy Kütahya Escort costume shopping, I had no intention of doing anything other than put in a few quips about her outfit choices and engage in some verbal sparring. I know I shouldn’t bait Victoria so much, but it’s so difficult to resist how sexy she is when she’s angry. Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush, her chest begins to heave. Oftentimes I have to run out in the middle of our arguments because watching her come alive like that gets me so hard I’m worried about giving myself away.

Victoria is hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. She’s petite, with a slender figure, but still has plenty of curves. She has wavy black hair that I’m just itching to set free from the bun she usually wears it in. Ever since she started working at our company six months ago, I’ve spent my nights imagining how that messy mane would look spilled over my pillowcase.

My eyes drink in the sight before me, I hardly know where to look first. My gaze jumps from those plump, delicious looking breasts down to her toned, slender legs. My cock begins to harden in my pants. Vivid fantasies flash through my mind, of picking the petite girl up and palming those perfect breasts, of laying her back onto the tiny seat in the change room and tonguing her slit, of ripping off her skimpy undergarments and watching her writhe in ecstasy as I drive my cock deep into her pussy.

Victoria’s eyes darken as she watches me standing in front of her. Her small pink tongue darts out timidly and wets her full bottom lip. Without even thinking, I close the distance between us and capture her lips with my own. She opens up in an exclamation of surprise, and I use that opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, groaning with pleasure as I deepen the kiss.

When I finally draw back, Victoria’s lips are cherry red from my attentions and her breathing is ragged and uneven. She knits her forehead together in confusion, but her gaze burns like fire into my own. She presses her heaving breasts against my chest. Her tongue sweeps out once more to make a slow pass over her lip, as if savoring my taste.

Arousal coursing through my body, I step fully into the change room and yank the curtain closed behind us.

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Without missing a beat Damien pushes me back against the change room wall. His hands roam freely over my scantily clad body. He brushes a few fingers gently over my nipples, which are straining through the fabric of the cheap costume. Each touch sends a forbidden jolt of electricity through my body.

My breasts feel heavy, sensitive nipples aching for his touch. My whole body is humming with excitement, even while I grapple to hold onto that little voice of reason inside me telling me that this is a very, very bad idea.

“Very, very bad idea…” I hear myself repeat that phrase out loud, but my voice is breathy and seductive, almost unrecognizable as my own. I don’t even believe my words myself. Especially as my hands sink into his hair, drawing him closer.

Damien’s lips are claiming a trail of fire down the side of my neck. I can feel his hips pin me firmly against the wall, all but holding me up. His masculine scent washes over me. Dazedly, I shift my hips the slightest bit and feel something hard slide over my panty-clad pussy.

Damien’s cock. I bite back a groan at the thought of it. As much as Damien infuriates me with his escapades in the office, I can’t deny that I’ve spent more time than I should these last few months thinking about his cock. And to feel it hard, pulsing, and pressing against me… my own pussy clenches in response.

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Victoria throws her head back, her hair falling loose from its customary bun. Her hips buck against mine, a delicious friction as she rubs herself on my cock. It takes no small amount of effort to hold myself back, to stop myself from falling down onto her body, tearing off her panties, and just driving myself into her like a madman.

But no, I’ve wanted this too long to waste the opportunity when it presents itself. I need to enjoy every moment of this heaven. So I take my time getting to know the curves I’d been dreaming about. I sweep my eyes down her petite frame, memorizing the erotic site before me. Her normally bright, clear eyes are hooded with arousal. Her head is tilted back against the wall, giving me full access to the white column of her neck. Her wild black hair tangles around her slim shoulders. Her milky skin is tinged with an unmistakable blush of excitement.

Her slender body is rocking forward against me; she seems lost in the sensations. I bite back a groan of satisfaction at the contact. Her plump, perky breasts are heaving against the confines of the stupid bunny costume she’s wearing. I want — no, need — to feel their softness.

I plunge one hand into the top of her costume and cup the heavy mound of flesh underneath. Victoria whimpers quietly Kütahya Escort Bayan beneath me and arches forwards into my hands. I take my time massaging first one breast, then the other, as I continue to angle my hips forwards in a rhythm to match her own.

This girl is driving me insane. The way she reacts to my touch, the symphony of noises she makes, the feel of her cunt pressed against my cock. I’m like a blind man being introduced to color for the first time in my life. I’m drowning in the experience.

I slide a hand down between our bodies and free my aching cock from the confines of my zipper. I wouldn’t have pictured our first time to be like this, in the change room of a kitschy costume shop during working hours, but at this point I’m too far gone to care. All I can think about is finally encasing myself inside this girl’s tight pussy. I grab the edge of Victoria’s flimsy costume undies and rip them off her body in one smooth motion, positioning myself at her entrance.

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“Ow!” Reason finally penetrates through the lust filled haze of my mind as I feel the sharp snap of fabric pulling on my skin.

I can’t believe I let this escapade get so carried away. To be basically dry humping one of my coworkers on the company’s time! And not just anybody, Damien. The one man who drives me crazy on a daily basis.

I thump my fists against his chest, glaring, and attempt to push him away. Damien doesn’t move.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing??” I hiss, pitching my voice low so that it doesn’t carry outside where anyone might hear us.

Damien shrugs, a lazy smile playing over his lips as he glances down at me. “You seem to be enjoying it.”

That may be true, but I certainly wasn’t going to admit it. “I was not! In what world would I ever enjoy that with – yooou?”

The last word catches in my throat and comes out as a high pitched squeak as Damien lets his hips shift forwards just an inch. Just enough so that the head of his throbbing member grazes against my pussy lips. It feels so unbelievably good I nearly cum right there.

I gulp, almost hyperventilating in an effort to ignore my arousal. I feel the heat of embarrassment sweep over me as I notice Damien watching my rather pathetic struggle to control my body’s reactions.

“Get. Off. Me.” My voice is steel. Or at least I hope it is somewhat steel-like.

Damien chuckles and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Are you sure you want me to do that, Victoria?”

But I don’t hear what he says. His motion caused his member to slide forwards even more, until he is pushing right against my entrance. I freeze, my breath caught in my lungs. I’m staring into Damien’s slate gray eyes in what I hope is an angry expression, but down where our bodies are semi-joined I can feel the walls of my vagina squeezing hungrily down on – nothing. The horrible, hollow, empty feeling is shooting tremors up and down my body. My legs shake beneath me.

Eyes pinned on my own, Damien pulls the top of my costume down an inch and exposes my nipples to the air. In one smooth motion, he bends over and takes one in his mouth. I almost melt as I feel his tongue flicker over the sensitive bud. All the while, his cockhead continues to slide up and down over my sensitive entrance.

The urge to simply give in, consequences and self-pride be damned, and feed Damien’s gigantic pulsing manhood inch by inch into my starving pussy is almost paralyzing in its fierceness. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to wrap my body around him and let him fuck me until I am a gooey, satisfied mess on the change room floor. But I can’t.

“This isn’t happening, Damien.” With a heroic effort, I push him away and turn to gather my things. “You’ve spent every day of the last six months finding ways to get on my nerves. You hate me, I know you do. So you’re cracked if you think I’m going to play your stupid little game.”

I straighten up and throw a glance in the mirror, fully prepared to meet Damien’s omnipresent smirk with a venomous glare of my own. Only he wasn’t smirking. For the first time since I’ve known him, Damien looks serious. Almost… repentant.

“I don’t hate you, Victoria.” He comes to stand behind me, eyes meeting my own I the mirror. “I swear. I apologize for teasing you in the past. I was stupid. I resented the fact that you got the position that I thought my father was going to give to me.” His hand reached up to sweep my hair off one shoulder, and he leaned down to press tentative kissed onto my skin. His expression in the reflection is earnest.

“I was mad at first, but I quickly realized that he was in the right. You are the sharpest associate we’ve ever had. And –” He cleared his throat noisily. “Once I got over my pigheadedness in the beginning, I’ve been kicking myself every day for how I treated you, because honestly I think you are amazing, and gorgeous, and sexy, and I might explode right now if you don’t let me fuck you.”

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Silence Escort Kütahya hung between us, thick and heavy after my confession. I hold my breath, counting to seconds, watching for Victoria’s reaction in the mirror in front of us.

Slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine, the girl in front of me sweeps her thick mane of hair over one bare shoulder and leans forwards, steadying herself against the glass. Her slim hand reaches down between her legs and gentle fingers slide over my still hard cock. Carefully, she pumps her hand over my member a few times before bringing it poised against her entrance. She lets it slide languidly between her pussy lips until it is coated in her sweet juices.

My mouth is dry in anticipation. I can feel the wet heat of Victoria’s pussy wrapped around the tip of my cock; I can feel her juices dripping down my shaft. I am rock hard to the point of pain. Victoria withdraws her hand and braces herself firmly against he mirror. Her green eyes darken almost to black as she stares down at my cock. Her chin tilts as she gives me a small nod.

That was all the permission I needed. Grabbing Victoria’s hips in my hands, I begin to push myself forwards. I am rather large, so I force myself to move at a snail’s pace to give her body time to adjust to my girth. We both watch the mirror greedily as the purple head of my cock disappears, inch by inch, in between her pussy lips.

Ragged breathing filled the change room – my own. Victoria is giving off small, needy whimpers. Several long, agonizing, minutes pass before I’m fully sheathed inside of her. Her slick walls clamp down on me like a vice. She is so hot, so wet, so tight, that I almost blow my load right then and there.

I grit my teeth to maintain control over my own reactions. Slowly, I draw out and thrust back in again. And again. And again. With each unhurried filling of her pussy, Victoria lets out a needy moan. Her eyes drift closed in the mirror as she grinds her hips back against me, impaling herself completely on my hardness.

Just as I was about to thrust back in for the fourth time, voices sound. They’re loud and clear, obviously also in the change room. Likely just on the other side of the curtain. Macy and a store attendant.

Victoria’s eyes snap open in panic. She freezes, terrified, and makes silent, frantic gestures at me to stop my actions.

Damned if I was going to let those two ruin my fun.

Instead of pausing, I grin and bring a finger to my lips in a silent shushing motion; then I grab Victoria by the waist and skewer her forcefully down onto my cock.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream; her body tenses, rigid, against me. Her green eyes meet mine in the mirror in shock and then flutter back into her head in pleasure. Her pussy walls clamp down hard on my shaft as I continued to rock my hips against hers in steady, smooth, thrusts.

I reach around and push the rest of the flimsy corset down to bunch around her waist, freeing her breasts to my hungry gaze. The vision in the mirror is a veritable feast for the eyes. My strong frame towering over Victoria’s slender form. Her plump breasts bouncing wildly with each drive of my hips. All ten inches of my cock disappearing into her pussy again and again. I gently tilt Victoria’s head down so she could watch our bodies join together.

The girl in front of me begins to tremble, she bites down hard on her bottom lip as she struggles not to make a sound. Her slight figure convulses as I edge her closer and closer to orgasm. She shakes her head wildly in the mirror, warning me to stop, no, we were going to be overheard.

The only sound in the change room is the inane chatter Macy and the salesgirl, now moved into the stall next to us. Their cheery conversation continues and it’s obvious that they have no idea of the activity going on mere feet from them.

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Damien’s cock is hard and hot, stretching my pussy to the max. Each delicious drive of his hips stokes the fire building in my core. Fear and excitement rip through my body in equal measure. I felt deliciously full, every nerve in my pussy tingling. My body tenses, preparing to fall over the edge into oblivion.

Silently, I gesture at Damien, begging him to stop. If I explode right now there’s no way I’ll be able keep quiet. We’re going to get caught right here in the middle of the store. And I’ll probably get fired for unprofessional behavior.

My silent pleas fall on deaf ears. If anything, Damien increases his pace. He was all but pistoning into me now; his rock hard cock invading my body again and again.

I screw my eyes shut, arms braced in front of me. My body is helpless against Damien’s power. I can’t even begin to resist his administrations, and deep down I know I don’t really want to. Instead, I focus every last ounce of willpower I had left on keeping the climax that was threatening to overtake me at bay. Deep in my pussy, I can feel the ripples of a powerful orgasm building, but I’m fighting that inevitable tide with everything I have. The feeling is so strong I feel like the air is solidifying in my lungs. I am silently gasping, crying, lost in oblivion. I can feel myself losing the battle.

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Jackie is an old hippie. She lived in a commune for years, now she has a small farm near the commune where she grows vegetables and raises chickens. She has two lovers, one of whom she lives with. The other one lives on the commune.

After being a born-again hippie as a teenager myself, I ultimately rejected many of the trappings of hippiedom. I don’t think good vibes will save the world, nor do I think we’ll destroy the war machine by living in the woods, growing organic food and having lots of sex. But I like a lot the way so many hippies, especially of the 60’s generation, really worked hard at re-imagining how life should ideally be lived.

Even if their broader ideas about how to solve global problems may need a lot of work, their ideas about raising children, open relationships, living on the land, in community, etc. — all of these things are very attractive to me, even though I have never developed a fondness for playing in the dirt. Or for smelling like I spent the day doing that.

I visited Jackie recently on the farm, and we were having a good time getting caught up about each other’s lives. As is generally the case with authentic hippies, Jackie is very thoughtful, and a very active listener.

“How’s your love life?” she asked.

Of course I knew she’d ask that question, and she didn’t wait long before she did. We’ve known each other for quite a while. She’s really one of a very select group of people I feel comfortable with answering that question honestly.

“Still got a woman in every port?” she prodded. I think I was taking too long to answer. “Meet anyone new on this last tour?”

I travel around the world, playing music for a living. That alone is cause for a certain amount of envy on the parts of a fair number of guys, and others. It can be hard enough to admit that to many people. But to mention that I also have lovers around the world, I just tend to keep that to myself.

Many people would think I’m a terrible womanizer. Sometimes I think I am, too. Others would just be extremely jealous. Or both. I’d be really jealous, too, if I weren’t me. I’d probably accuse myself of being a womanizer just as a form of emotional self-defense. There must be something wrong with having that much fun.

“I was thinking about some things you said some time ago before this last trip to Australia,” I said. “About visualizing what you want. Sometimes I think that stuff is just New Age nonsense, but then other times I think it really works.”

“Something worked?” Jackie smiled wryly.

“Well, I was getting really tired of leaving a trail of broken hearts all over the world. Women I liked would say they were into polyamory, or at least that they were cool with the idea. But then in reality it would always be like, if we couldn’t at least be in a primary relationship, they’d end up feeling used and the relationship would end fairly quickly.”

“That’s sad,” Jackie interjected. “And you were trying to be clear with them, and not lead them to believe maybe if they were really exceptionally good at sucking your cock, they might win you over to the monogamous life?” She laughed at her own question, fairly raucously.

I smiled. “I don’t think so. But who knows. I think oftentimes people just want to think they’re OK with something. Or they want to say what they think you want to hear.”

“So you tried a different tack?”

“Yes. It occurred to me that if I only went out with women who were already happily in a clearly open relationship, and I would be like lover

or
, then maybe things Kütahya Escort would go better. So then I visualized meeting such a woman. And then on my last visit to Australia, I met two of them!”

“And that went better?”

“Yes. Except that they live in Australia.”

“Maybe you should try visualizing one closer to home,” Jackie suggested.

“Sounds dangerous,” I replied.

Jackie knew that I live with my lover. My wife, in fact. She also knew that although it’s an open marriage, it’s very much DADT (Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell). So hooking up with people closer to home could get unnecessarily complicated.

“Sometimes,” Jackie said, now truly taking on the role of elder adviser and confidant, “it’s good to just imagine who you’re looking for, regardless of how complicated or impossible it might seem.”

“Like how impossible it might seem to find a single person that embodies all the sorts of things I want?” I asked, for the purposes of clarification.

“Yes. I know you’ve told me before that you long ago gave up on trying to find everything you’re looking for in a single person. That’s good. That’s part of what’s so healthy about polyamory, at least potentially. Variety is a very good thing, though it might take some getting used to.” At this, she chuckled, perhaps having a memory which she doesn’t bother sharing. “But what if you were to just imagine who this woman would be?”

I didn’t know the line of questioning would go in this direction, but I liked it. “She’d be full of contradictions, that’s for sure,” I said.

“Like she’d be in a relationship but also available for you?”

“That’s the least of it. She also wouldn’t live in Australia. She’d live somewhere closer. Maybe even in Portland. She’d be deeply in love with me, but she’d be happy if she only saw me for a few hours, a couple times a week.”

“That’s a contradiction, for sure, but far from an impossible one. Maybe you’d meet someone else who’s happily ensconced in a DADT relationship, but wants something else nearby that’s discreet.”

“I hadn’t really thought of that possibility,” I said, in all honesty.

“Ha!” Jackie laughed heartily again. “Sometimes even the most apparently liberated guys just can’t imagine that a woman might be equally liberated. Why wouldn’t there be a woman who wants exactly that?”

I was embarrassed, but happy. She always says useful stuff like that.

“What else?” Jackie asked.

“So many other contradictory things.” I thought for a few seconds. “She’d live closer than Australia. Closer than Scandinavia, too. But probably she’d have to be Scandinavian.”

Jackie frowned slightly and backed up a few inches, looking at me with a mock sternness. “Do you have a blonde fetish that I didn’t know about?”

“Along with all of my other fetishes?” I laughed. “That would be ridiculously limiting, eh?”

She looked relieved. “Why Scandinavian?”

“Well, she wouldn’t necessarily have to be Scandinavian.” Trying to clarify. “But she should be athletic, and gorgeous. But she shouldn’t be arrogant or full of herself. Good-looking American women are impossible narcissists, by and large. Not like Scandinavians. In Scandinavia — Denmark especially — there are so many athletic, stunningly beautiful women that it’s just totally normal, so nobody is full of themselves just because they look good.”

“Ah yeah, I got it. Good-looking but not arrogant. What else?”

“Youthful but wise. Playful but confident. Innocent but somewhat cynical.”

“Sounds like Kütahya Escort Bayan you’re describing a well-rounded personality to me, dear. What else?”

I was sure that what I was looking for was pretty much impossible, and I just hadn’t fleshed out the impossible-ness of it enough yet.

“She should exude self-confidence and be very worldly and knowledgeable, but in bed she should desperately want to serve me, do my bidding, with no regard to her own pleasure. How’s that for contradictory?” I was again feeling a bit embarrassed by my desire for the impossible.

Jackie wasn’t fazed. “Sounds like you’re describing a sub to me. There are lots of them out there. Not all of them are self-confident or worldly types, necessarily. But there are probably about as much of a percentage of subs who are like that, as compared with non-subs. These things may be contradictory in some senses, but they’re far from mutually exclusive.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I said, in a reflective state of mind. “It’s not that someone can’t have some contradictions. But all the ones I want them to have…?”

“Forget about that. Just keep describing the fantasy,” Jackie instructed.

“OK, well, another thing is I really like petite women. I don’t care what color their hair or skin is. But small and fit, yum, big turn-on. I also like to fuck a lot.”

This made Jackie laugh again, and shoot me a knowing look.

“The problem is,” I continued, “that I pretty much end up destroying all the petite women I ever get into serious relationships with.”

“Destroying them?” she asked, perhaps thinking I was exaggerating in some way.

“Well,” I said, preparing to clarify that last statement, “either they know their limits and they make sure I know them, in which case it’s all pretty frustrating for me, having to be very gentle and careful all the time. Or, they want me to fuck them the way I want to fuck them. In which case they end up crying, hurting a lot, getting bladder infections, and in one case, she actually ended up in the fucking hospital!”

“Oh yes, Anna.” Jackie remembered me telling her about Anna, and the kidney infection she got. She knew that I had figured it was no coincidence that she got the infection immediately after we had just spent several weeks fucking to my heart’s content. She was such a petite little submissive, she so desperately wanted me to do anything I wanted to her. That all just made me want to fuck her constantly, which ended up being a very bad idea.

“You fucked her in the hospital bathroom, too, didn’t you?” Jackie remembered.

I looked sheepish.

“OK, anyway, you like little, and compliant. But maybe not so little and compliant that she’ll break easily?”

“That seems about right,” I replied. “But I do love to see the pain on their faces when I’m fucking them too hard for too long. That’s a huge turn-on.”

“Oh, it is, isn’t it? Now I’m getting very excited.” Jackie crossed her legs and looked eager for me to keep talking.

I realized I felt suddenly a bit relieved. I still feel guilty that I like to hurt my lovers like that. Why would I like that? But I do. And I forget oftentimes that there are lots of women who like being on the other end of that strange equation, too.

“You travel for a living,” Jackie said. Trying to be helpful, she suggested that I probably want to meet a woman who likes to travel, too.

“Yes,” I replied. “It would be very nice if they liked to travel. And if they have time to travel. But at the same time, if they Escort Kütahya have purpose in life, and aren’t just directionless youth of some kind, I like purpose. And if you have purpose you often don’t have so much free time.”

“You’re getting all practical again,” she scolded. “Stop that. Besides, you like Scandinavians, and I hear they all get two-month paid vacations every year,” she added, helpfully. “You also play music for a living. Should your lover be a musician?”

“Yes, that would be nice,” I said, reflexively. Thinking a bit more, I added, “but she should be a good musician. One who can perform with me, and make things sound better, not worse. But if she’s not a musician, that’s OK. She should have something she likes to do on the road, though. Otherwise she’ll get bored. That’s what tends to happen.”

“Someone who doesn’t get bored much, and can find a way to really enjoy life on the road would be important,” Jackie agreed. “What else?”

“Well, she needs to be sane. That’s very important. Not crazy, and not volatile. Emotionally stable.”

“All month long?” Jackie asked.

“Well, a little PMS is one thing. I’m not looking for an android or something. But definitely not bipolar or chronically depressed or wildly moody so that you don’t know when she’s going to flip out next.”

“I know you’ve had some experience with women like that, eh?” Jackie had met one of my past lovers, the German, Anke.

“Yeah, you warned me about Anke before I had really realized she was like that, eh? I seem to have a serious blind spot for charismatic lunatics.”

“We all have our blind spots,” Jackie said, reassuringly. “Anything else?”

I thought a minute. “I guess that’s about it.”

“Well,” Jackie said, “let’s try to sum this up. First of all, I’d say that none of this is unrealistic. If you want to be a proper hippie,” she smiled, pausing, letting the notion sink in before continuing. “If you want to be a proper hippie, you need to just visualize what you want, and stop thinking that you’ll never find it, or that it’s totally unrealistic. Also,” again she paused for emphasis, “you need to get over this dom guilt thing you’ve got going. Subs want doms. That may be only 10% of the population or whatever, but when you find a good sub, she’ll be very happy that you want to hurt her, so stop worrying about that! So let’s try to sum this up.”

Jackie walked across the room and grabbed a notepad and pen from a desk, then returned to her chair in front of me.

“You’re looking for someone who is mentally healthy, physically healthy, small but not too breakable, really down with open relationships and fine with DADT. She’s an enthusiastic sub, gets off on pain and denial and pleasing her dom. She’s self-confident in the world, likes to travel and has lots of interests that go well with traveling.” As Jackie recited this list of characteristics, she jotted them all down on her notepad.

“Fuck,” I said, “when you put it all that way, it doesn’t sound all that crazy…”

“I’m glad you could get over your guilt complex long enough to notice that!” Jackie laughed uproariously again, and then added, “she should also be OK with herpes, too, no?”

“Fuck, I almost forgot about that. Yes. And I’m tired of giving women herpes, so she should ideally already have it.”

“I guess that eliminates about 75% of the potential fish in your ocean, but it’s better not to think about the numbers.” She added, and she’s OK with herpes on the notepad.

She tore off the page and handed it to me. “Here’s your mantra. Take a minute at some point each day to review it. And then report back to your woo-woo guru at this time next year and tell me how it’s going.”

“Thank you,” I said as I put the paper in the front pocket of my jeans for safekeeping. “Your turn, Jackie. How’s your love life?”

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Alex: Hey Grace. It’s Alex. Did you hear they are changing symposium from Chicago to Vegas?

Grace: I just read the email. Seems a bit late to do that don’t you think?

Alex: It does but I guess the survey they sent out to all the members said it was hands down they would prefer Vegas over Chicago.

Grace: I’ve never been to Vegas so it should be fun fun fun.

Alex: I have done some research on flights already. There is one leaving at 8am out of Toronto or we can leave Detroit at 6. Depends when you want to get there. Around noon or at night?

Grace: Oooh I think that is the week of the “Everything to do with sex show” in Toronto. I wonder if it is on. We should go before if it’s on. Let me check.

Alex: What is the Everything to do with sex show?

Grace: It’s a trade show of sex stuff. It’s so fun. I went a couple years ago with some girlfriends. I’ve wanted to go again ever since.

Alex: Ah. If we go we will have to head down the day before because the flight is early.

Grace: Yay! It’s on!!! We have to go. It’s at the convention centre which is right near the airport. Are you in?

Alex: Most definitely! I’ll book the hotel and flight and you book the tickets for the show. We can probably park at the hotel for the trip and take a shuttle to the airport in the morning.

Grace: Deal!

A couple weeks later

Alex: I booked the flights and the hotel. I’ll pick u up and we can carpool to Toronto.

Grace: Awesome. The tickets for the show came in today. I’m so excited.

Alex: you’ve got me excited too. Can hardly wait.

Grace: how excited did I get you? Lol

Alex: not quite as excited as our late night porn session in the hotel but still excited none the less.

Grace: That was crazy. I was so worked up from it. My panties definitely were a little moist. Lol.

Alex: Ya. That’s HOT. I can’t lie. I was a little stiff in the pants too.

Grace: ummm. I kinda noticed the tent you pitched. 🙂

Alex: Combined with the porn and the sexy half naked lady sitting next to me it was a little hard to control.

Grace: well it was flattering!!! 🙂 I do have to warn you though. The last time I was at the sex show I ended up buying a few things and may have been a little overly excited at times.

Alex: Just being there will be an experience for me. I’ll follow you where ever you need to go and try not to pitch my tent too high.

Grace: LMFAO. I’m sure you won’t be the only guy poking people accidentally with their tent pole. Alrighty. I better get going. I have a few things to do before bed.

Alex: And would those things happen to involve battery powered devices? 😉

Grace. Ummm. Maybe or maybe not. Night Alex. Thanks again for booking the travel stuff. Just send me an invoice and I’ll get you reimbursed.

Alex: No problem. Sweet Dreams.

Alex picked up Grace at home in his jacked up Ford F150. It wasn’t the typical insurance man’s vehicle but he always loved big trucks since he was a kid. It was 10am so the rest of the household was gone for the day. Grace opened the door with a huge smile and once the door was closed gave him a welcome hug.

“I hope I didn’t forget anything. It’s all here,”she said as she pointed to a couple bags and one piece of Samsonite luggage. “Do you have your passport?” Alex asked. Grace pulled the little booklet out of her purse to show Alex as well as confirmation for herself.

Alex grabbed her bags and placed them in the truck. Grace literally jumped in the passenger seat of the lifted truck and buckled up. “I love this truck. Kinda had a thing for guys in big trucks at one time,” she said in a way that was difficult to tell if it contained sarcasm or the truth. Alex thought likely a bit of both.

Grace had some last minute emails to do so the 2 hour drive was relatively quiet.

“All done! No more work for me until our meeting I promise,” she said about 20 minutes away from their destination.

Alex pulled into the Marriott hotel he had booked so they could get their rooms and drop off the luggage. He made sure during the booking they had adjacent rooms again. Alex and Grace agreed they needed 30 minutes for a bathroom break and freshen up for the show. Both took showers and changed out of their comfy travel clothes and into something more fashionable. Alex wore jeans and a long sleeve Abercrombie shirt while Grace dressed into black tight jeans and a red V-neck top. The black lace bra she was wearing was visibly lifting and presenting her breasts through the “V” of the shirt creating a cleavage focal point most men would have a hard time resisting.

Alex opened the adjoining door at Grace’s knock and she strolled in with a hint of perfume following her. As expected Alex couldn’t help but get a glance at Grace’s chest. Grace smirked and felt complimented at his notice.

“Ready to go,” Alex asked.

“Yup but let’s get a drink downstairs first before Kütahya Escort we call a cab,” Grace replied.

“After you,” Alex offered as he opened the door to the hallway.

After the second glass of wine Alex politely requested the waiter to call them a cab and ordered a third glass. They gulped down the red liquid before their ride arrived. Feeling giddy they frolicked out the lobby doors and down the front steps towards the taxi waiting in the drive-through entrance. The short ride to the show was quiet but there was a sense of childish playfulness in the air. Both were intensely eager to get to the show but were embarrassed of expressing it. The lag of alcohol induced candour hadn’t kicked in yet.

The massive room filled with booths was larger than Alex had imagined. This show dwarfed ‘Home Shows’ he had visited in his home town. He didn’t know where to look first. The room was filled with sexual devices and displays of nudity. Alex was literally spinning in circles absorbing all he could. Grace noticed and grabbed his hand, “this way,” and they headed down the first isle. Grace was a methodical person and had a planned route to see “everything” in the show.

They stopped at the first booth filled with bottles of flavored lubricants. There was a poster hung on the back of the display of a man licking a lady’s naval filled with a colorless fluid, presumably of the product being sold. Flashing lights on all the corners of the display were causing Alex’s pupils to constrict. There was even eye droppers in samplers to taste the different slippery liquids.

Grace quickly had seen enough and dragged Alex onward. The next booth in line was less sophisticated than the last. Homemade leather masks,chaps, bras, restraints and other bondage devices filled two fold up tables at the front of the allowed space. A single exhibitor sat in a chair while weaving several strips of leather into a whip handle. Grace’s eyes scanned the cluttered tables without stopping to investigate further.

Grace continued to pull Alex slowly past booths examining each as if on an assembly line. She stop at one on the end of the first isle. The booth was larger than most and had several manufactured display stands all designed with the same colours and fashion. The displays were topped with buzzing and twirling devices. Some looked like penises while others took on odd shapes. Like a cell phone display each device was connected by a cable to prevent theft. Patrons were allowed to fondle and study each phallus as they wished.

“Check out this one,” Grace called as she grabbed a pink curved toy from a shelf. It buzzed in her hand as she played with the vibration settings. “Wow, this one would make me gush. It’s designed especially for the g spot,” Grace offered as she continued to study the device. “Gush? You can squirt?” Alex asked flabbergasted.

“Sometimes. I can’t believe I just said that,” Grace replied now blushing. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think that’s amazing you have that ability. It’s secretly on my bucket list to witness that in real life. I thought it was rare and only porn stars could do it,” Alex said trying to make Grace comfortable with her candidness. “Well I can do it and I’m certainly not a porn star. Not all the time but under certain situations it’s wild,” Grace replied feeling comfortable after Alex made no judgement of her unique ability.

“So is it a lot or just a little?” Alex questioned out of curiosity.

“Ummmm,” Grace paused nervous to respond. After a short moment Grace gave in and answered, “If I don’t use a towel under me it’s like flip the mattress over when I gush.”

“Mmmmm, that’s hot,” Alex responded! “Why don’t you get that one?” Alex urged.

“Maybe… I wanna see what else is at the show before I pick something,” Grace responded after she debated it in her head.

Grace and Alex continued bouncing from booth to booth. As they moved throughout the show they became more and more comfortable in their setting. As the evening progressed Grace investigated the displays while strolling closer and closer to Alex. He noticed the decrease in personal space and frequent physical contact and started responding in his own ways. Alex started placing his hand on her back, making sure their fingers caressed each other’s while exchanging devices or simply looking over her shoulder while investigating something never seen before. At times they would rub their bodies against each other for a moment as they jockeyed positions from display to display. If anyone was watching them they would have thought they were a couple.

At one booth at the centre of the building Grace discovered a cream called flower balm. The exhibitor was holding a sampler and moments before placed a smear on the back of Grace’s hand. After a few seconds Grace’s jaw dropped and she giggled in disbelief. She quickly took dip with her finger into the sample capsule and and wiped a smear on Alex’s hand. Almost instantly Alex felt a warming sensation followed by a tingle. Kütahya Escort Bayan “Holy shit! What is that stuff,” Alex inquired. “It’s meant to go on a woman’s clitoris. Imagine that! I’m gonna get some,” Grace said as she reached for her wallet. The balm came in a little tin which she quickly place into her purse along with her wallet.

The back of Alex’s hand continued to pulse for another 30 minutes as they walked through the show. Grace stumbled upon a device called the “We Vibe.” It was “U” shaped and had a remote to adjust the vibration setting. “See this end goes on the clit and this one goes inside the vagina. Then the guy can insert beside it and feel the vibration too,” Grace explained as she pointed out the two sides. “Another one that would make me gush,” she offered with a wink of her eye. Alex’s penis was yet again stiffening for the umpteenth tonight.

“Did you see anything you wanted to get?” Grace asked Alex.

“There are lots of things I’d like to play with but everything I liked are for girls. I’m not sure I can bring one of them home with me without raising questions. If your still interested in the one you showed me at the beginning of the show I’d love to buy it for you.”

“I do wanna get that vibrator but I can pay for it.”

“It’s the least I can do for you. This has been an amazing experience. I’ve had so much fun and would love to buy you it as a gift for inviting me to come,” Alex insisted.

“It was my pleasure that you came. It wouldn’t have been as much fun without you,” Grace argued.

“Well I haven’t came yet but with all this stimulus I might not make it though the night without a wet dream,” Alex joked and immediately started to laugh. Grace joined along Alex in his laughter.

Alex then grabbed Grace by the hand and started to double back to the front of the building. “Where are we going,” Grace asked? “To get you that vibrator. My treat. No ifs, ands or buts,” Alex finished with a light tap of Grace’s ass as he said the word “buts.” Grace cooed at the gesture and secretly wished it was harder.

Grace sat next to Alex in the middle seat of the cab and leaned on him. A black plastic bag rested on the seat next to her filled with the vibrator Alex bought as well as a pair of panties that had a pocket for a vibrating bullet that was remotely controlled by a ring with a button on it. Grace purchased the wireless vibrator panty combo while visiting a booth when Alex was in the washroom. Unbenounced to Alex, she secretly tucked it in the bag before he returned from urinating.

Grace rested her head on Alex’s shoulder and he could smell the lavender shampoo she used in her hair. He grabbed her knee and gave it a squeeze thanking her again for the night. Grace felt the heat from Alex’s hand travel up her thigh. She so wanted to kiss him but resisted the temptation. Instead she enjoyed the comfort of being this close to him. She felt connected again to Alex like she did on the trip to Toronto.

It was 9:30 when they arrived at their rooms. “I have a bottle of wine in my room. Would you like to share it together,” Alex asked hoping Grace would say yes? “I’d love too. I’ll be over in ten minutes,” she responded and disappeared into her room.

Grace changed out of her jeans, shirt and bra and put on a night shirt again. This one was pink and draped down to her mid thighs. She kept her white lace panties on. She brushed her teeth, took out her contacts and tied her hair back with an elastic. After putting on her glasses she checked herself in the mirror one last time and opened the door to Alex’s room.

The door on Alex’s side was already ajar. There was a full glass of wine on each side table and Alex was sitting on the bed flipping through the channels on the tv. “I forgot you wore glasses. I like them on you. Like a hot librarian,” Alex growled followed with a chuckle.

Grace joined Alex on the bed as he found much music on the tv. Mylie Cyrus was bouncing around on the screen. Grace’s night shirt slid up her thigh as she sat down. It now only rested four inches below her vulva. She tried to straighten it out but only managed to lengthen it another inch.

They both sipped wine and watched the music video. “Do you think the security scanners at the airport will pick up my new vibrator in my bag,” Grace asked Alex.

“Im not sure. That’s a good question. Can you imagine if they searched your bag and pulled it out for everyone in line to see,” Alex teased.

“Oh my god that would be so embarrassing,” Grace responded a little worried.

“I wouldn’t sweat it. I’m sure they can tell the difference between a penis shaped object and a gun.”

“That balm you bought was crazy. My hand was tingling for almost an hour,” Alex commented.

“I know. The skin on the back of my hand still doesn’t feel normal,” Grace responded while rubbing the area the balm was placed.

“You should put some on now. Give it a real test! You know, where it is really supposed to go,” Alex Escort Kütahya encouraged with a sly grin on his face.

“Really? I’m kinda worried what it will be like,” Grace replied pausing to think the suggestion through. “I will but only if you put some on too,” she negotiated.

“Where would I put it,” Alex inquired intrigued by Grace’s suggestion.

“I don’t know. Your balls. Penis?” Grace responded with a little hesitation at the words coming out of her mouth.

“Deal. Go get it,” Alex enthusiastically responded acting brave at the idea.

Grace left the room for a moment to get the container. Alex caught a glimpse of the back of her upper thighs as the night shirt swayed as she walked through the doors. After a couple minutes Grace re-entered the room skipping and quickly jumped onto the bed landing on her knees. Her breasts jiggled naturally without her bra on.

“Your turn,” she persuaded as she threw the little metal container into Alex’s lap. Alex left into the bathroom and coated a generous amount on his testicles and the shaft of his penis. It took only a few moments before the effect started to kick in. His scrotum was both burning and cool at the same time.

As Alex reentered the bedroom he immediately noticed Grace’s flushed face and her nipples erect under her shirt. “So what do you think?” Grace inquired. She had felt the warming sensation when she entered the room but the tingling had set in once Alex left for the washroom. Before Alex had a chance to respond Grace said, “Crazy eh. Can you feel the tingling yet?”

Alex continued around the bed to find his usual position before responding. Grace followed Alex by moving from her kneeling state to an upright sitting position.

Alex’s eyes focused on the ceiling as he absorbed the feelings his genital region was enduring. The tingling sensation started to kick in once seated. “Um it’s just starting to tingle. My balls are on fire and at the same time I feel like I dropped an ice cube down my pants,” Alex noted. “Shit. Is Viagra an ingredient of that stuff? I’m getting an instant erection,” he commented as the crotch of his pants began growing like a volcano and then laid flat as his penis fell to his stomach. There was a definite outline of a ridge where his penis was positioned.

Grace couldn’t help but focus her attention on Alex’s crotch. The penis silhouette was much more distinct than she thought it would be. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear because the detail of the rod shape. She noticed a faint crease between his circumsized foreskin and the head of the phalus member.

“Wow. Your right. Can’t hide that thing,” Grace giggled.

Alex blushed and whined, “sorry I can’t help it.”

“Well if it makes you feel better your not the only one feeling a little turned on at the moment,” Grace replied sarcastically accentuating the word “little.”

“Are you wet,” Alex asked?

“Ummm. I’m sure I am,” Grace responded while hiking up her night shirt and visually inspecting her panties as if she could see the wetness between her legs.

When Grace lifted her shirt Alex was able to see her white laced panties in the dimly lit room. The exhibitionist act was short but long enough for Alex to burn a picture in his mind. He recalled the image long after she covered back up. He realized the translucent material had no dark discoloration from pubic hair and assumed she was shaved.

Alex’s penis ached under the intense erection he was experiencing. He reached down and shifted the position of his penis to alleviate some of the pressure. “I can’t believe how hard that stuff has made me. I’m about to rip through these pants here,” Alex exaggerating his point knowing full well his stretchy jogging pants would likely fit a dick the size of his arm and not rip.

Grace squirmed on the bed beside Alex. Her legs shifted around the surface of the bedding and she would often bend her knees and straighten them again. She seemed antsy. Under each movement her night shirt bunched higher and higher up her legs until her panties were nearly visible. After a few moments of fidgeting Grace placed her bare left leg on Alex’s right and she immediately stopped moving as if the contact calmed her nerves.

Alex instinctively grabbed her knee and gave it a squeeze. Electricity flowed between their bodies and Grace for the first time that night could actual feel moisture between her legs. She starred at Alex without blinking. Alex looked back and their eyes locked.

Both felt the urge to kiss each other but somehow resisted. Their minds were running wildly between feelings of sexuality and guilt. The angel on one shoulder urged them to say goodnight while the devil on the other shoulder urged them to ravage each other. Tossed between the two emotions they remained motionless.

Grace was first to break the stare with an uncontrollable blink. Almost immediately Alex loosened his grip on Grace’s knee and she removed her leg from his.

They stared at the tv for a moment in silence.

“This stuff is crazy. My vagina is on cloud nine,” Grace said breaking the silence and not ready to say goodnight. She twisted and grabbed the wine on the side table. Alex caught a glimpse of her panty covered ass for an instant as she reached for the glass.

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So now I’m 21 and working in a factory/warehouse where there’s about 10 women doing assembly work of towel rails, panel heaters etc, and another 20 or so guys who do a variety of tasks from unloading containers to shipping products.

As I had been doing some night classes I had more than enough of the required paper skills to be leading hand of an assembly crew, 4 women and 6 guys. One of the things that Maggie taught me is that if you want to fuck a woman, just find out what it is that turns her on, play on it and let her signal interest (or not). She also added that since I loved older women so much; pick on an older woman who is not used to attention from young men like me.

So in looking at this crew, I singled Judy out as the one I was most interested in. She was in her forties, bottle blonde, long-long legs and that magic gap between the top of her thighs…something that turns me on when I see it on a woman wearing tight pants. So Judy was my target, and even though she was hardly what you’d call stunning, she was my idea of an attractive older woman. She was married, but separated from her husband who was a truck driver, who had always been away from home long periods.

One of the guys in the warehouse had tried hitting on her but got nowhere. But then he was a lot older and fatter than trim me, the long legged older woman lover….

One of the things Maggie had suggested was instead of leering and joking with someone you want to fuck, treat them as one of the team and experiment a bit. She let on that one of the things she really liked was a spunky guy sitting down, and being able to see up the leg of his shorts at his dick and balls hanging there. She said that she enjoyed having a perve, especially liking the way a mans balls hang low in their sac when his dick is soft.

So after a bit of trying on of various pairs of shorts I found a pair that suited my purpose. The old Canterbury rugby shorts are great for flashing your goods if you sit just right. Now Judy was on an assembly station that was elevated a little and had a partition about five feet high, just high enough to hide my gonads from other prying eyes if the plan went wrong.

Maggie also said she loved seeing a dick with the hair trimmed short on the balls and shaft, with just a little longer hair left on the pubic bone…. Now for my reason to be near Judy, she had 4 air operated screwdrivers on her station and it was my job to regularly check the torque settings on these units, I had been doing this fortnightly so far, the boss wanted it done weekly so who was I to complain?

So every Thursday from now on I would take off my underwear shortly after afternoon tea and turn up at Judy’s workstation around 3.30pm, just as she was getting into the cleanup routine before going home at 4pm. The first time Judy got a look up my shorts she seemed puzzled, I pretended nothing was amiss and carried on.

After a few weeks of this Judy was right into it, as I would get into my routine of checking her gear she’d be kneeling down opposite me and pretending to be picking up something. It was obvious she was enjoying it, heck she was now looking on with intent. So I just spread my legs a little more and my dick responded in kind by starting to get hard, my dick now laying on my thigh right Kütahya Escort at the edge of the fabric of my shorts, in clear view to Judy.

The deciding moment came when I caught her staring at my half hard dick and heavy balls hanging almost completely out of my shorts. She smiled nervously at me as I grinned back at her…. Things moved pretty quick once she’d had enough of just looking… she moved closer, her hands grasping my cock and cupping my heavy nuts. My cock grew to full hardness in seconds and she stroked me with a very firm grip several times, looking longingly at my now throbbing dick, before she withdrew her hands and looked around nervously.

She then looked up at me as if waiting for me to get mad or smile I guess… So being the little shit that I am I tried to say something like: Know where I can find a socket to suit? But as I said it I grinned and Judy let out a sigh of relief, she now knew that I was ready for more. You know where, she said, anytime after work is fine by me….. OK, no chance for sexual harassment now.

Looked up Judy’s address on the employee list and was already looking forward to later that day. Now I had no illusions that just flashing my cock and balls at an older woman was going to get me laid so I should just point out that there were a couple of months between me starting at this company and getting to this point. Being fit, tanned and trim obviously helped in the area of getting women to look at me, being one of a handful of guys under 40 in a firm with so many women may have also had something to do with it….

So anyway, I get to Judy’s address, knock on the door and it opens almost instantly. Instead of the blue jeans Judy normally wears there’s a pair of faded cut-off jeans, still the same t-shirt though as she was wearing at work. She closes the door behind me, leads me into the lounge and as she grabs me by the arms she looks at me and asks me why I waited so long so flash my dick at her? She says she’s wanted to get her hands on me from the minute I started work there… My ex husband was away so often he hardly ever got around to fucking me, I would love to have some fun with you, as long as nobody at work finds out and starts spreading rumours.

That sorted I got ready to fill her mature cunt with my young throbbing cock….Judy was not too fond of sucking cock, she still did it, but without any real passion, no worries to me…her bushy cunt was a delight to dive into, the aroma of her hairy cunt soon got my dick throbbing away, when I first touched her clit with my tongue Judy just about screamed the house down. Lucky the nearest neighbours were 200m away.

Each time she cums she clamps her slender thighs around my head and just about squeezes me to death, so after she begs me to stop licking her I climb up in between her legs, put her ankles on my shoulders and position my cock at the entrance to her hot cunt. As soon as my dick touches her pussy she starts moaning softly, oh yeah that’s it, give me some hard cock….when I put my knob between her swollen lips her head falls back and she starts to breathe slow and deep, the nipples on her small tits are now about ¾” long and with a wet finger I slowly rub around the areola….the simple act of putting the tip of my cock inside her and touching Kütahya Escort Bayan her nipple with a wet finger is sending this poor girl to orgasm, her old man needed kicking for leaving a woman like this unfucked for long periods!

I cannot help it but I end up teasing Judy with my dick and fingers for quite some time before getting down to serious pussy reaming. She cums a couple of times, when she starts to pinch and pull her own nipples I get on my elbows and start to pound her tight little cunt in earnest…now Judy has cum several times, her fuckhole is nice and juicy and is just about biting my cock in half as she twitches from head to toe. Every time she cums I stop fucking her briefly, then carry on driving in and out of her wet cunt….she’s looking up at me in a worried way, you’re still going at me? You’ve been inside my cunt for at least half an hour and you’re still hard, you still haven’t cum?? Is there something wrong? Not at all Judy, I say, I just love to please a woman in need….. She grins like the cat that got the cream and says; OK, all right then…. I just haven’t had a cock inside me for this long in years…I love it!!

She reaches between us to feel my cock, it’s still rock hard and slippery from her juices, and again her head tilts back, moaning, oh god, oh god…. When Judy wraps her legs around my back and locks her ankles together I know it’s time to get serious, she starts thrusting up at me in earnest. I can’t help but tease her just a little more, pushing myself all the way into her then staying there and grinding back and forth, left and right with our pubic bones touching all the time…. then she reaches underneath us and grabs my balls and digs her fingernails into them gently; OK, feed my hungry cunt some cream, she says and to get her point across digs her nails in a little harder…then with her hands holding onto my shoulders she starts to thrust up at me again, this time I can’t hold back anymore and drive into Judy’s wet hole forcefully, staying deep inside her and delivering my spunk…

Judy’s surprise came when after spending a few minutes kissing, cuddling and then sucking her tits my cock regained its full hardness and I climbed between her legs to fuck her again. As she reached for my cock she gasped when she found me throbbing again, spread her legs wide and placed my cock at the entrance to her sopping wet cunt, and let out a sigh as I drove my dick all the way into her…ever so slowly…each thrust forcing out a bit more of our combined juices, adding to the intensity of the situation was the sound of my rigid cock slipping and slurping it’s way in and out of her still surprisingly tight cunt. It was almost as though her cunt didn’t want to let go of my cock, perhaps working on the notion that as it’s been so long since there’s been some cock in there let’s keep it in as long as possible.

Oh well, I believe that a juicy pussy simply needs to be fucked thoroughly, with its owner’s consent of course!

Unfortunately in Judy’s case, her pussy had been so long without regular reaming that by the time I started to fuck her a third time she couldn’t take it any more and begged me to stop filling her with my cock. I licked and sucked her clit for a few more minutes and then I jerked off on her tits, Judy liked Escort Kütahya that bit, especially when I used my mouth to spread it around….

Following this sweaty encounter, Judy asked me to come around more and more often, then she started asking me to stop by at her place before work to give her a good quick shafting…you know, just to start the day off right!

She even started getting into sucking on my dick, much to my delight. At one point Judy remarked that in the past week I had fucked her more times than her hubby did in a whole year… Even though Judy and I kept our ‘fuck-buddy-relationship’ quiet at work, I can’t help but wonder if some of the women knew what was going on, especially Christina, but more about her later.

During breaks I would sometimes tease Judy by letting her look up my shorts, taking care to hang my heavy balls almost out of the leg of my shorts, with my shaft laying on my thigh right on the edge of the fabric. Seeing her face contort as I made my dick twitch was so funny, you could almost see her mind ticking over, I gotta grab that dick, feel those nuts… At times, after flashing her a little, Judy would walk behind me in the long hallway that led from the office to the factory floor, grab my crotch and give me a good firm squeeze, always delighted in the fact my cock would start stiffening instantly.

Judy and I pretty much got addicted to fucking, reaching the point where I would go to her place after work…. she’d open the door for me in the nude, take one step back, bend over and want me to fill her up with my always willing cock. She absolutely loved it when I dropped my shorts, placed my knob at the entrance to her hungry fuckhole and simply rammed my cock into her hard and fast. Her description was feeling like a teenager again, and finding it very exciting how quickly my cock would go rock hard when she fondled me. She reckoned I was an animal, always raring to go, but then if you’d seen her bent over in front of you then you’d understand! Her long shapely legs, small bum and the sizeable gap between her thighs showing off her puffy cuntlips, combined with her long blonde hair hanging over her face….looking at you with a simple ‘just fuck me’ look was a tremendous turn on.

On more than one occasion I gave her carpet burn when she wanted me to fuck her really hard, causing her body to move forward each time I drove myself into her, ending up several feet from where I first entered her. During the regular Thursday afternoon checks at her workstation she would have a sly look around and then run one hand up the leg of my shorts, grasp my cock and start stroking me. One day she got carried away, getting on her hands and knees, sucking my rigid dick into her mouth and giving it several sucks before I figured it better to pull away than be caught at work….

In a way I loved her desire to have my cock fill her juicy cunt, but things were heading out of control and I tried hard to reduce the number of visits to Judy’s place. There were weeks when I’d fuck her once before work, twice after work and on the weekends we would rarely even get dressed. We would fuck a couple of times before getting up, have some breakfast, then fuck again after doing the dishes, laze in the sun for an hour or so before screwing again.

I was pleased towards the end, when Judy started seeing a guy her own age she focused her attention more on him, mind you, we still fucked for a few months after she met her new man. She reckoned she could play hard to get with her new man while I was regularly reaming her hungry cunt.

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