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I send you a text saying “In town, come to Holiday Inn Room 101, now”.

You arrive at the door, not knowing what to expect. You hesitate to knock and push against the door with your fist to find that the door is ajar.

I am there awaiting your arrival and I grab you, pulling you into the room wearing nothing but a black sheer teddy with the breast semi-cut out.

You do not know get a chance to say anything.

I am forcing my wet hot tongue into your mouth making your cock explode with heat wanting to be freed. I shut the door behind us while I continue to do so, locking the door, so no one will enter. I start to kiss you with my tongue down the crook of your neck then sliding it back up like it is a popsicle. I am slide back to your mouth and I can feel your cock pulsating inside your pants. I quickly start pulling off your shirt while I lick your already erect nipple, playing and pinching the other not wanting to leave it out. Then I switch sides to increase the intensity. illegal bahis I am flicking my tongue back and forth then sucking on your hardened nipple.

You are now quickly undoing your pants because you are lusting for more.

I then pull you to the end of the bed. I am now licking, kissing, and sucking your chest as I make my way down to your vibrating erect cock. Meanwhile, my left hand is smoothly making its way back up your chest to your mouth.

You take my finger and begin to suck on it sending shocks all through my body and stimulating my already wet and throbbing pussy even more. Making it hungry for your dick!

I have already begun pulling your pants down with my mouth and hand. Your pants fall to the floor, your elastic band of your underwear is being gnawed at and pulled off by my mouth. I am a cat in heat, tearing them down your legs, exposing your red and throbbing cock. My hands are gripping tightly on your ass cheeks pulling you ever closer. I start to slide my illegal bahis siteleri tongue up your inner thigh making my way sucking and making my claim to your balls playing with them, I suddenly take them into my mouth and suck on them making you arch your back and grab the back of my head letting out a escaped gasp from your mouth while you look down at my face longing for your cock instead to be inside.

I released your balls, licking the back of your dick making my way up the shaft to the head then the tip. I flick my tongue across it, teasing, and taunting it. Making you push it to me hinting to put it in my mouth. I suddenly take it all into my mouth making you gasp even louder thinking you might just explode now. I work my mouth back to the head again and begin to moan as I take it all back in sucking your cock back and forth.

You have your hands again in my hair, watching me suck your cock and I am moaning wanting you inside of me.

I then push you back onto the bed canlı bahis siteleri releasing my mouth from your dick. I am climbing onto to your body and the bed to straddle that precious rod. I begin slowly rubbing the outside of my already throbbing pussy lips.

You are then wrapping your hands upon my swollen breasts, pulling them into your mouth to suck deeply and hard.

As I plunge onto your cock you are biting down on my breasts. I think I am going to erupt then. I do not sadly. I am now riding you like a bucking horse while my hands are gripping your thighs hard squeezing them.

You grip my hips grinding me onto your cock pounding your hips faster and faster against me. You start yelling “I am about to cum baby!”

I say, “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

We both scream out as the explosions of cum unite, making us shake.

We finally go limp.

I lie upon your body.

You wrapping your arms around me tightly, not wanting to break the connection.

We both slip off to sleep. We awake later.

You say, “Welcome home, sweetheart! Ready to go again, but this time it’s my turn.”

“I have been waiting for this for a long time. You were the best thing I ever had and will ever have,” I said.

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This is a true story. At least from what I remember. My recollections and fantasies may have embellished it over the twenty years or so, but I believe I am describing the images as they occurred…

I was on my way to Hawaii, flying from the East Coast. I was planning on meeting a group of friends there. All of us had gone to high school three years before, and we were on summer break from various colleges we were attending.

I was happy to see my dozen or so friends, but I was concerned that it might be a drunken party, a Spring Break, but in the summer. I had since lost interest in drinking to enjoy myself, and never really drank that much compared to my friends.

I recently broke up with my girlfriend. Well, she dumped me, but I was rather relieved as I did not know how to handle or end our relationship. I enjoyed her, but did not feel it was going anywhere. I was ready for something new.

The flight from the Chicago to Honolulu after a short hop from Pittsburg was long, and I was fortunate to be sitting next to a cute girl about my age. A girl-next-door, but athletic looking, brownish-blond hair. My first thought when I saw her was of the Spring-break mindset: “I hope score with her… lift up your shirt and show me your breasts…want to join the mile high club…would you mind kissing that flight attendant while I watch and fondle you both, then we both go in the back of the plane…” You know, the normal things a guy thinks when he sees a cute girl.

But, I was glad nothing stupid came out of my mouth, and realizing how ridiculous and insensitive my thoughts were, I smiled at her like she was a human being instead of a drunken Spring break slut, and said, “Hi”. She smiled back.

As the flight took off, my mind wandered about the school year, how I had one more year left, what my friends are like now, what to do in Hawaii outside of the hotel, and many other daydreams. Sometimes a long flight is needed just to force you to face your thoughts.

My clean, non-sexual daydreams were interrupted by a sweet voice next to me. I quickly responded by controlling my mind to quell any sexual arousal and subsequent runaway thoughts that occurred earlier just from looking at her.

She asked why I was going to Hawaii. I told her why and asked the same. She told me she was meeting two other friends who lived there. She in Hawaii as a young teenager and would be vacationing with two childhood friends on the North Shore of O’ahu, in her uncle’s house who was out of the country.

We talked about seeing our friends, what it would be like, how much we enjoyed Hawaii before, our colleges and other things. I don’t really recall all the subjects, as my daydreams melded into our conversation. It was about an hour before we actually introduced ourselves by name. Her name (for purposes of this story) was Nancy.

My mind began to move back to sex, as she told me about her first year in college, I began to want her, to kiss her while she was telling me her story, to reach over and cup her small breasts, to move close to her, and just continue from there the whole ten days in Hawaii…just as I was trying to stop my wandering mind again, she told me about her boyfriend who was supposed to meet her at her uncle’s house in Hawaii.

Great. I needed that. Back to treating her like a person.

We talked, napped, daydreamed for the next six hours. After being awakened by the pilot starting the illegal bahis descent to Honolulu Airport, Nancy started talking about where I was staying and that her friends could give me a ride. I accepted, and thanked her, but wanted to make sure it was OK with her friends first.

After landing, I met her friends while being picked up. Karen was a part-Japanese girl, with a typical petite Asian body, and nice buns, who spent her whole life in Hawaii living in Kahuku. Janet was a haole who looked like a typical North Shore surfer with bleached blond hair. Like Nancy, she too was athletic, but with a cute small layer of tummy fat just above her surf shorts to compliment her medium large breasts. I thought I have to stop thinking like that. These girls have eyes and faces.

They were nice and gracious. At the hotel, I thanked them for the ride, and told them how nice it was to meet them. As we were unloading our bags from the car, I was greeted by one of my friends, Tom. I introduced everyone, and was thankful that Tom did not act like a drunken guy trying to score. I was able to keep my thoughts clean enough, and hoped my friend would too. I wished them a happy vacation, and said maybe we can see each other on a flight some other time.

Karen went to the other side of the car, said something to Janet, and then Janet invited Tom and I both to visit them on the North Shore sometime this week. I gave her the hotel number and Tom gave her the room number that three of us guys would be staying. The other nine or so friends were on the same floor.

I caught up with my friends, was happy to see them, but turned in early as I was still on East Coast time.

I was surprised the next day when Nancy called and said they were picking us up. They also told us to bring some extra clothes in because of the beach. We packed up and went, enjoying the hour ride to the North Shore. I was surprised Tom and I weren’t acting like jerks; although both of our thoughts went there I am sure. I told Tom that these girls want to have a good time, but not in the Spring break way. Wow, I thought, we have matured.

Her uncle’s house was a simple house with lots of windows, breezes, and wooden porch with a starving surfer’s flare. We hung out there for a while, went to the beach and enjoyed that, although I was a little disappointed in how much the girl’s bathing suits covered. Both Janet and Nancy were surfing, with surfing shirts on, alternating with their board. We just had a good time.

We went back to the house, and took turns taking showers. I thought, “It would save water if we doubled up on showers,” but again, I didn’t say anything. You see, at the beach Nancy talked about her boyfriend, Karen talked about her boyfriend and how she was expected to marry him ever since she was 13. They liked each other, and he was a friend of the family, and her father, a minister wanted to make sure she and everyone married properly. It seemed like I might have shot with Janet, until she told me she has learned to hate boyfriends after her last three were lying to her. She looked me straight in the eye and said it, and I knew she was really saying, “Don’t even think about it.”

We had a plate lunch dinner and talked about heading back, but they offered to have us spend the night, being very clear about the sleeping arrangements in the three bedrooms and couch. I wondered if they were teasing us, seducing us, driving us crazy, illegal bahis siteleri or just being good hosts. I got so many indications from them that they did not want to be touched. And for some reason, that was OK with me, and it seemed OK with Tom.

Both Nancy and I were still feeling jet lagged and started to doze off while the other three were enjoying each others company. Because I was tired first, I got the bedroom and Tom got the sofa. Karen had her own room and Janet and Nancy shared a room.

Nancy and I both went to our rooms. I fell asleep almost as soon as I pulled the covers over me. I don’t know how long it was, but I awoke to some noise in the other room. It was quiet moaning, heavy breathing, a little creaking of furniture. “No way,” I thought, “Tom scored??!!!” I was reading these women wrong, or at least one. I couldn’t help but to sneak quietly out of my room and look, not because of the turn-on of watching them have sex, but to see who Tom was doing. I peaked out of my room, looked hard in the dark, made out moving legs, arms, hips, not making out whose parts they were. I was not turned on, because I did not want to be enjoying the vision of a nice pair of buns, only to find out it was Tom’s. Hey, I did not want any inkling that I could remotely possibly be gay. Eventually, as my eyes adjusted and the moon moved away from the clouds I could make out Karen’s slender legs and tight Asian rear as she eased herself down on my friend. I enjoyed the sight of her body, as much as I could see. Wow, Karen who will marry the family friend, a minister’s daughter, screwing my friend on the first night there. It didn’t seem fair. I made the contact to get us here.

As I thought about sneaking back to my bed, with throbbing hard-on, wondering how I could explain the stains on the sheets if I jacked off, but feeling I had little choice, I looked up. Across the living room, staring at me from the other room was Nancy. She was enjoying the view, and apparently enjoying me watching. I was shocked, and embarrassed, but that was fleeting, as she opened the door slowly revealing her body, as she dropped her bathrobe with flower patterns onto the floor. Oh those breasts that I wanted to squeeze on the plane were just staring at me. Oh man, how do I get over there without being seen? And is Janet in her room?

I opened the door and looked out to check out a path when Nancy held up her hand. She would come over to me. I guess Janet was in her room. She ducked down, put her bathrobe back on, and slowly crawled out of her room, away from the sofa, and toward the kitchen keeping an eye on the sofa, hoping Tom would completely satisfy Karen, and continue it for at least a five more minutes.

Moaning, heaving breathing, sneaking, crawling, and I standing there not being able to do anything. “Don’t get caught, Nancy,” I thought, I am going to explode. Slowly she made it to my room stayed down, and crawled onto a throw rug on the bedroom floor. I was on top of her as soon as I closed the door, kissing her. I was surprised at how forceful her tongue went into my mouth, licking my lips, and kissing me up and down my neck. I could hardly stand it. I just wanted to shove myself in her, but I wanted to make this last long, because who knows if we would get a second chance. I kissed her all over up and down her neck, enjoying her scent as I nuzzled her neck and ears, and shoving my tongue way back in her canlı bahis siteleri mouth as she swallowed it up like it was my cock. I rubbed my hips against her and she opened her legs, and trapped my left legged between hers. She began thrusting and rubbing her hips on my leg. I could feel her wetness.

I kissed her up and down her neck, her arms, and worked my way to her small breasts. Her breasts were firm and her nipples very hard as I sucked and tongued them to her responsive moans. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face in her breasts. Their size said to me, “I don’t want my breast size to overshadow my nipples. My nipples are what deserve the attention.” And I attended to them.

I wanted to take her, but wanted to savor this. I lingered on her breasts, enjoyed her smell, as it mixed with the mustiness of her excited pussy, mmmmm….I can’t wait to taste that…

I kissed her belly moving down on her. She seemed disappointed as she did not have a leg to hump, but she knew my tongue was coming.

As soon as I got over her pussy, kissing her mound, she grabbed the back of my head, arched her back forward, and as if she was kissing me with her pussy, put her lips against mine, as I gently licked her from top to bottom of her slit. It was so wet, so soft, so swollen. Her wetness was all over as I felt it on my cheeks and chin. I moved up and down slowly, rhythmically, she quivered, moaned, moved, pulled back, and pushed forward with my tongue way up insider her as far as I could go and my lips against her lips. Mmmmm…tastes as good as she smells….I quivered my tongue and lips for her, and she jerked her legs straight and pushed against may face as she came, quivering, shuddering repeatedly. I couldn’t tell if it was one orgasm or a series of five or six, as she kept repeating her thrusts and moans.

She pushed my face away and rolled her hips around and whispered “Stick it in me.” I remembered our friends in the other room and wondered if she was too loud, but I heard them screwing away, hmmmm….I could make some noise, believe me I wanted too. I eased my dick in her. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my dick. She moaned, moved her hips around, and with a gasp pulled me into her deeply and came again. I eased in and out, and pumped and breathed deep trying to hang on, and she leaned her hips way back, knees almost to her chest and legs only slightly bent, she was wide open for me and I let loose, all my desires from the time I saw her until now filling her up with my juices.

I almost passed out, lying on top of her as we both recovered steadying our breathing. We got up after about fifteen minutes, crawled into bed together naked as my hands ran along her body over all the parts I missed earlier, hips, thighs, ass, back, mmmm nice ass…as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up alone. Did I dream that encounter? She must have sneaked away, so her friends wouldn’t know. I hope it wasn’t a dream. I woke up with a hard-on and saw some tell-tale signs of our sex. Gladly it was not a dream.

I heard the shower running. There must have been three showers before I hopped in. We all had breakfast together and talked about how well we slept. No one talked about the four of us having sex. Although I could imaging poor Janet hearing all of this, seeing her roommate leaving, and masturbating herself to sleep. She was smiling and her complexion looked rosier than the day before. Maybe we were all satisfied.

That was only beginning my third day in Hawaii. I was hoping the week would continue as good as it started. It did, with many more surprises starting just later that afternoon.

End of part one.

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John walked up to his door as the bus from school lurched forward on the street behind him. As he reached into his backpack for his key, his backpack slipped off and feel to the cement patio. Books and papers scattered, and John sighed as he bent down to pick everything up.

‘Why do I have to be so clumsy and awkward,’ thought John.

He managed to get his door unlocked, and he shuffled in. The backpack hit the ground with a hard thud as John lofted it to the corner, and footsteps echoed from the walls of the foyer when he walked to the kitchen. John liked to be alone, never having been able to truly socialize.

John was an only child, and had lived the last 16 years with only his mother. When he was two, his father had left his family, and his mother had never remarried. She worked hard to be able to bring in enough money to afford their spacious house, and John almost always had his afternoons to himself.

He went to the fridge, pulled out some orange juice, and chugged it from the jug. Wiping his orange mustache with the back of his hand, he turned to check the answering machine. No messages. He replaced the cap on the OJ and closed the fridge. Turning, he walked down the hall to his room and sat down at his computer.

He checked his e-mail, chatted with his friends a bit, but signed off after his friend joked about how hot his mom was. It was true that he had a pretty good looking mom, but he had grown up very protective of her since he was the only male in the house. Angry and frustrated with school, he turned to his favorite outlet.

Turning on his speakers, he surfed through some familiar porn sites until he found some video clips that appealed to him. He reached into a drawer and pulled out some Vaseline, spreading it on his hand. With the other, he clicked play. As the show started and the enticing moans floated through the speakers, he unbuttoned his jeans one handed, pulled down his boxers, and let his greased hand stroke his cock.

It wasn’t long before he came, a couple of gouts splashing onto his hand. He wiped it off with a Kleenex, closed out of the web page, and buttoned himself back up. As he leaned back, he realized he felt unsatisfied.

John had never been good with girls. His awkwardness seriously impeded any romantic charm he had ever had, and he had never managed to snag himself a girlfriend. John had never known the touch of a girl, hand mouth or body. His jaw clenched in frustration.

In a sudden moment of recklessness and spontaneity, he opened up his web-browser and looked up local strip clubs.

He had just turned 18, so he could legally go now, and with his birthday money he might even be able to buy himself a present.

Directions in hand to a joint not too far away, he locked up the house and set off down the street. It took about twenty minutes for him to reach the place, and he apprehensively opened the door. As his eye adjusted to the smoke and dim lighting, he saw a woman in nothing but a thong sliding on a pole near the front, men wearing everything from rags to power suits in front of her with dollar bills clutched in their hands. Men all around sat with beers in their hands, busty babes waiting on their every whim.

John began to regret his reckless decision, but his cock told him he had come too far.

As he took a few steps in, a man in a nice looking suit strode over to him.

“I’m gonna need to see your ID son,” he said

John fumbled in his pocket before pulling out his wallet, extricating his license in shaky, sweaty hands. The man took it from him, studied it for a moment, looked at John, then glanced back at the ID. Handing it back, he said “So, is this your first experience at an establishment like this?”

“Y-yeah, it is,” stammered John.

The man smiled, put his arm around John’s shoulders, and began walking, dragging him along.

“No worries, no worries. We have some of the most beautiful ladies in the area here, you chose the right place. We have shows every fifteen minutes, and free chips and salsa. If that’s what you’re looking for…” He glanced down at John, and seemed to read something in his eyes.

“Or, if you’re willing to pay a little bit, I can get you a nice “private show” with some of our ladies. They’re all tested regularly, of course…”

John swallowed hard. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

“How much f-for your best girl?” had asked

“My best? Well, for a dame like that, it’d usually be quite a lot. But seeing as you only just turned 18, how about this. I give you a little birthday present of my own. 70 dollars illegal bahis for my best lady, and you get to have her for the rest of the evening. How’s that?” The man was beaming.

John swallowed again. He had enough money, and if he could really have a woman all night, well, what the hell, why not?

“Ok, let’s do it.” He reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty and a 20, handing it to the man.

“Excellent! You won’t regret it!”

The man steered John into a hallway full of doors all the way to the final door. Opening it, he led him over to a bed, and sat him down.

“Now, ready to see your merchandise kid?” asked the man.

John nodded his head slowly, already feeling aroused.

The man clapped his hands, and the doorknob to a second door twisted, opening slowly. A woman walked into the room. She was gorgeous. Huge tits, curvy waist, long dark hair, slender, long legs. Her skin was fair and supple, her lips full, and in her eyes was the most shocked look John had ever seen. It mirrored the look on his own face.

There in front of him stood the epitome of all his sexual desires in the form of his mother.

She managed to rip her gaze from his to the man, and mechanically smiled.

“This is the best we got, son.”

John was too shocked to speak.

“Now, a couple of ground rules. First off and most important, don’t hit the nice lady. You hit her, we hit you. Second, there’s some condoms in the drawer there,” he pointed at the bedside table, “Just use those. We don’t want to be spreading anything around. Other than that, have a good time. Now, Honey, why don’t you give the nice young man his first kiss, lets see it.”

The man crossed his arms expectantly.

John looked at his mother, who looked at him. She walked over and slowly straddled his lap. She leaned in close, put her mouth next to his ear, like she was going to whisper something dirty.

“Don’t say anything, or we’ll both be in trouble,” she whispered.

She then moved her head so that her lips were right in front of her son’s, and leaned in to give him a kiss.

“Give him some tongue, make it nice and wet for him.”

John’s mother’s tongue penetrated his lips and swirled in his mouth. They kept up the kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the man swiveled on his heels.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. See you tomorrow morning kid.”

With that, he opened the door and closed it again without a second glance.

The minute the door was fully closed, John’s mother leapt to her feet.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” she demanded.

“What are YOU doing here?” John retorted, his shock changing into anger. How could his mother do anything like this? His mother whom he loved and protected. It was ludicrous.

His mother’s façade of anger cracked at the hurt sound in his voice, and she slouched against the bed, unable to look at her son.

“When your father left, I was able to keep my old job for a while. But soon they fired me, because I couldn’t spend the kind of hours I needed to. I went out looking for work, and they hired me here. It’s good pay, and they’re very careful and safe. I just…couldn’t tell you. I can’t tell them that I have a son. They don’t hire mothers here, it’s some kind of policy they have. They would have gotten really angry. Now, what are you doing here, sweety?”

John looked at his mother. Her eyes were downcast, and he could see the shame in her face. His anger faded, and he too looked away.

“I’m no good with girls. I’ve never had a girlfriend, never kissed a girl…” He thought back to a moment ago, the kiss his mother had given him. Unbidden, a fire burned to life between his loins. “I came here because I wanted to know what…it was like. Before I go off to college. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok, I understand. Why didn’t you tell me you were having problems? I would have helped. I’m sorry you had to see your ugly old mother like this…and that your first kiss was me.”

“It’s ok. You’re not ugly. And the kiss-” He thought back to it again. He knew he shouldn’t have liked it, but he did.

“Really? You think I’m pretty?” His mom asked, surprised, not noticing the far off look in his eyes.

John started, lost in his reverie

“Y-yeah, definitely. All my friends do to.” John was quiet for a moment. He looked over his mom. She did look good. Freshly shaved, slender, sensuous legs covered in black fishnet hose attached to black garter belts, ending in long heeled black stilettos. His eyes traveled higher as he took in the lacy red thong and matching illegal bahis siteleri bra. Her breasts almost spilled out of the too-small cups, and he admired the sheer size of her chest. He kept moving up, taking in her slender neck, perfectly shaped face, full, pouty lips, light blue eyes surrounded in eye-liner and mascara, all the way up to her raven black hair. She was stunningly beautiful, he decided. His cock jumped a little bit, and he sighed.

“Mom, you know, you really are beautiful…” he sighed.

“Really? You think so?”

She turned toward him, and unless he was very much mistaken, he thought he saw a mischievous glint in her eye, a crook to those perfect lips.

“You know, if you wanted, I could give you a few tips on kissing girls. Only, it’s hard to tell you about it, you sort of have to do it. I could show you, if you wanted…”

He opened his eyes wide, hardly daring to believe his ears. She lifter herself off the bed, and placed herself on top of him again, straddling his lap with her knees supporting her body on the bed while he sat with his legs hanging off. She brought her hands up to his face, one on each cheek.

“It’s starts off with you looking into each other’s eyes,” she said.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and slowly, their mouths got closer.

“Next,” she whispered, “you come together closely, until you’re kissing.”

Their lips locked, and then her tongue invaded his mouth again, but where last time he had been paralyzed by shock and fear, this time his reaction was driven by lust. His tongue mingled with hers in a long, deep, passionate kiss.

Finally, she broke away, and they looked into each other’s eyes.

“You know, ever since your father left, I’ve never brought another man home. I’ve watched you grow up. From a small child to a young man. And a very handsome one. I couldn’t help but notice that you are looking good. I don’t know why the girls are avoiding you, but, I have to say, it was for my benefit.”

John knew, at that moment, that the barrier between mother and son had fallen away. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra, and she reached back with one hand to help him. With the last clasp undone, the thin material fell away, her breasts springing forward and waving for a moment. John’s hands instinctively reached up and grasped both golden globes, trying to remember how they did it in all those porns he had watched. He grasped and kneeded, tweaked her nipples, pinched them between fingers.

She grimaced, and John pulled back, fearing he had hurt her.

“Sweety, I know this is your first time, so I’ll help you out. These,” here, she reached up and hefted her breasts, one in each hand, “don’t have to be gripped. Don’t try and rip them apart. Instead, pretend like you are massaging them. Like this.”

She began to rotate her hands around her tits, firmly, but gently, kneeding and pulling, then centered in on her nipples, tugging on them until they stood out.

“Now you try.”

They went back to kissing, and John tried his best to emulate his mothers actions. She broke the kiss again and arched back, letting out a moan, and he took the opportunity to lean forward and place one nipple in his mouth. She let out more noise, and he sucked like he was a baby again. Switching back and forth, he kept at it as long as possible.

Finally, she stopped him, and stepped away from the bed.

She dropped to her knees and reached forward. Never breaking eye-contact, she expertly unbuckled his jeans, and pulled them away, quickly followed by his boxers. His cock rose like a monster, a proud 8 inches long, and rigid as a steel pole.

“Wow,” she said, “this is bigger than your father’s was. I guess this is your first blowjob. Just sit back and relax, and let your mom take care of you.”

She smiled, then looked down and, in one swift motion, wrapped her lips around his dick and drove it down her throat until her beautiful lips were sealed around the base of his cock. Sucking strongly, she slowly pulled up to his head, before beginning to blow him in earnest.

Waves of pleasure rushed through John as he watched his mother suck his dick. She was beautiful, and she was incredible at cock-sucking, or at least he supposed she was, as he had never done it before.

She bobbed up and down on his cock, licking, sucking, twisting her mouth, moaning every now and then. With her right hand, she played with his testicles, with her other, she traced the nerve from the bud of his anus up to the back of his canlı bahis siteleri sack with her manicured fingernail.

She backed off his dick, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his head. She pumped his rod while she looked up into his eyes.

“Alright baby, when you cum, do you want to cum in my mouth, on my tits, or on my face?”

John was having a hard time concentrating, desperately wanting her to put her mouth back on him. He remembered one of his favorite movie clips, where the man had spurted all over the woman’s face and in her hair. He remembered how hot it made him, and he decided that was what he wanted.

“On…your…face,” he managed to grunt out.

She nodded, slid his meat back in her mouth, and commenced blowing him.

He could feel his climax building, and his mother sensed it, because she picked up her pace. Her hair was flying with the momentum of her bobbing. Just as John let out a cry of pure pleasure, she brought her head off his pole while simultaneously moving her hand to his dick to jack him off.

His cum came out thick and ropy, spewing out of the head of his cock and landing all over his mom’s face and hair. It dripped off her eyelashes, covered her nose and cheeks, congealed on her lips.

As he descended from his high, she put his cock back in her mouth and continued to suck him until he was completely dry. John collapsed backward until he was lying on his bed. His mother stood, and shed her thong, which joined her bra on the floor. She crawled up on top of him.

“Here’s a tip for you, hun. You can’t be finished until your woman is satisfied as well.”

With that, she straddled his face, and lowered her pussy directly onto his mouth. Without thinking, John began licking, probing with his tongue in his mother’s folds. He reveled in the scent of her forbidden garden, enjoying the tangy taste and sweet smell. Before long, she was moaning, and his cock was rising again.

He didn’t really know what he was doing. She was moaning, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He tentatively reached up and placed a finger at his opening, pushing one finger in to join his tongue.

“Do you know what a clit it?” she gasped.

John had learned about the various sexual organs in health class, and so attempted to nod his head while still licking and fingering.

“Lick it with your tongue while you finger me. And put your other finger in my ass. Please, do it honey, please, for your mom,” she begged.

John did as he was told, licking the hard nub, slipping another finger in his mom’s pussy, and a digit of his off hand in her ass. She squirmed, bucked, and groaned louder.

John picked up the pace, and his mother began rhythmically grinding her pussy against his mouth. She started screaming, arching her back and shoving her twat into his face, almost suffocating him. She came in a warm rush of fluids and a loud scream. They were both breathing raggedly as she toppled to the side.

“Mom,” John gasped, “That was-gasp-incredible-gasp-but I want-gasp-more…”

His mother smiled.

“Alright, but I get to be on top.”

She rolled over and straddled him. Gently, she positioned his head at the entrance to her pussy. They looked at each other, and as she smiled, she dropped until he was buried in her. They both gasped. John was feeling nerves he had never felt before. She was so tight, and warm, and wet. As she began bouncing on his cock, her boobs swung and slapped against each other.

John began thrusting back, and he could hear his balls slapping her ass as they pounded each other. He gripped her ass and tried his best to match her rhythm. He loved the way her tits swayed back and forth, and the squelching sound of her pussy. It felt incredible, his cock sliding back and forth in her snatch.

She was moaning, he was gasping, and as the minutes rolled by, he could feel them both coming closer and closer to a climax of earth shattering proportions.

Just as he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she sank down on him and screamed, fluids rushing around his cock, seeping out around his dick. He felt her orgasm, felt her muscles tighten, and a damn of pleasure broke form deep within him, flooding him with orgasmic euphoria greater than anything he had ever dreamed of.

He came in great gouts of sticky white cum deep in his mother’s pussy. They gasped, and she fell forward onto him, her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her naked back as his cock softened, still buried in her pussy.

“Mom, I love you. I never want to leave you…” He said

“I love you too, and you will always be the only man that can make me feel alive. I promise, ” she murmured into his chest. They fell asleep there, together, him still inside of her, she covered in his cum, and they slept all the way through the night.

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This is one of my earliest attempts at erotic writing. I have revised it and hope you enjoy the ending.

I lit a cigarette, exhaled, and looked through the drifting smoke at the woman tied spread eagle on the bed in front of me. She had white semi transparent panties on and the material at her crotch was pulled tight enough for me to see the detailed outline of her pussy against the thin material. I could also see small wisps of hair peeking around the edges of those panties causing my cock to begin stirring. I looked further up her body; to her naked breasts, and noticed to my satisfaction; that her nipples were hard.

I stood and slowly walked around the bed. Then leaned over and asked if she was enjoying our little playtime? She couldn’t answer me of course, because I had stuffed a gag in her mouth and then placed duct tape over it; I didn’t want anyone hearing her pleas. Her eyes followed me closely, as I inspected her body with great interest.

I leaned down and licked her left nipple, then sucked it roughly into my mouth. I saw her stomach flinch as I did this. Encouraged, I reached down and rubbed my finger up and down the crotch of her panties. Her cunt lips felt so nice and full. I put more pressure on my finger and felt it slip between her folds, pushing her panties inside her cunt. She moaned into her gag and was blinking back tears of humiliation.

My cock was rock hard, as illegal bahis I reached into my shorts and pulled it out. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she began shaking her head back and forth, telling me no. Stroking my cock several times directly over her face, I placed the head of my cock on her tit and rubbed it around her nipple, my precum covering her breast like a snail’s trail.

I noticed that the center of her panties was becoming wet from my efforts. In fact, they were becoming very wet. I reached and pulled the panties aside at her crotch, exposing her pussy to my heated gaze. I could see her cunt lips beginning to swell and turn a deeper shade of pink. As I watched intently, more of her essence began to stream out of her, running to the sheet below. I pushed my finger into her hole to the first joint, and then turned my hand so that I could use my thumb on her clit. As soon as I touched it, her hips lifted off the bed forcing my finger farther into her cunt. I could smell her excitement as I began to finger fuck her pussy.

I wanted to taste her. Wanted to put my mouth over her cunt and lick those wonderful juices coming from her. I took a small knife out of my pocket and cut the thin strip of cloth between her legs. Her cunt was even more hairy that I thought. I leaned down and slowly began to caress her clit with my tongue. I could feel her ass lift off the bed and I smiled as her clit illegal bahis siteleri began to swell and stick out of her bush. God, I loved this; she was completely at my mercy and I was not about to let these moments pass.

I pulled my shorts off and climbed on the bed with her. My cock was so engorged, I thought for sure that it was about to burst. I placed it at the edge of her pussy and slid the head of it up and down her slit. God, she was so wet. With me still rubbing her clit with my left hand, I slid my cock into her hot hole and then slowly pulled it back.

She moaned through her gag and I guess, feeling a small tinge of pity for her predicament, I removed it from her mouth. She showed her gratitude quickly, by trying to bite my hand. I swatted her ass hard, and noticed that she moaned, deep in her throat.

“You like that don’t you?” I asked her. “You like it when I smack your nice big ass. Do you want me to keep doing that, or do you want me to finish fucking you… It’s your choice?”

She smirked at me and said, “Can’t you do both at the same time, or is that too much to ask?”

I smacked her ass again and pushed my cock deep into her pussy until my pubic bone ground into her bush.

“Ohhhhh, fuck me hard.” She screamed.

I began to pound my cock into her pussy with a fury. I looked down and could see that my cock was glistening from her juices and her cunt canlı bahis siteleri lips would appear to open and close as my meat slid in and out…faster and faster I fucked her hot hole of desire, which just made me harder and harder.

I leaned over and grabbed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard.

“Oh yes. Oh God Yes,” she moaned.

I was just about on the verge of shooting my load into her womb and when she said this, I lost it. My balls tightened and I could feel my cum starting it’s travel through my hard cock. I rammed my cock into her as far as I could push it. Cum shot out of my cock and splashed against the insides of her pussy. Again and again, it poured out of me and into her. I pulled my cock from her cunt and the last spurt shot out, landing on her tits.

She arched her back and cried out that she was going to cum. I grabbed her other nipple and squeezed it hard too. She screamed again and started to cum. I watched her cunt as she came and to my delight, discovered that she was a squirter. Her juices mixed with my cum splashed out of her pussy and ran down her ass to the bed. I turned on my side and watched as she began to settle down a little, then reached over and untied her hands from the bedposts. She immediately sat up and threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply.

“Thank you, Darling,” she said gratefully, “Your old Auntie needed that so bad. You have made an old woman feel sooo good.”

She pushed me back down on the bed and went for my still hard cock. She sucked it deep into her mouth and it was not too long before I shot more hot cum down my aunt’s throat.

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It was recently my girlfriend Kelly’s 21st birthday. Her mum and I jointly arranged a big party for her at our local village hall, just as she had done for me a couple of months earlier for my 21st.

Her mum had been in charge of inviting the members of Kelly’s family while I invited all of her friends. Kelly looked stunning in her outfit of tight denim jeans and a tight white top which left very little to the imagination. I wanted to fuck her there and then she was turning me on so much but I couldn’t because we were already pushing it for time if we wanted to get to the party before most of the guests.

We managed to arrive at the party just before the guests started to arrive. We stood at the door while most of the guests arrived, unfortunately I didn’t know many of them so I just stood there watching Kelly greet her family members and friends. I hardly knew many of her friends as I didn’t go to the same college as her so I was starting to get a bit bored.

After most of the guests had arrived Kelly and I went and sat down at one of tables and had a laugh as we watched many of the older family members trying to dance.

Then her mum came over to us to tell Kelly that her uncle and cousin had arrived. Kelly and I went over to the door to greet them. Kelly’s cousin Nikki looked amazing, she was only 18 but looked a lot older than that. She was wearing a very low cut top which showed of her fantastic tits to the full, a denim mini skirt and knee high black boots. Kelly introduced us and as I shook her hand she looked at me as though she knew what would happen later on that evening.

The three of us went and sat at a table in the corner, Kelly and Nikki chatted as we drank a bottle of wine between us. Nikki kept stealing glances illegal bahis at me and I couldn’t help looking at her fantastic tits and legs, she knew this and would occasionally lean forward to get her drink or would move her legs slightly so her skirt rode even further up her leg. She knew I was getting turned on but I was determined not to let it show as I had never cheated on Kelly in our two years together, and I wasn’t about to start now.

After about half an hour Kelly excused herself so she could go and talk to some of the other guests, I hopefully said I would go with her but she said I should stay and keep Nikki company.

So I stayed with Nikki and started to get on really well with her, I started to think maybe I was imagining the looks I thought she was giving me, unfortunately I still couldn’t stop myself looking at her amazing legs.

After about 15 minutes she asked me to go out to her dad’s car and help her get the cake, I remembered Kelly’s mum saying that her uncle was bringing the cake so I agreed to help her with it.

As we were walking out I couldn’t help myself looking at her ass as she walked in front of me. The car park outside was full of cars so I had to follow Nikki to her dad’s car. It was parked right in the far corner of the car park next to an small building that was used as a storage room, Nikki went in and turned the light on, I followed her in to ask what she was doing, as soon as I walked into the room she pressed her body up against mine and tried to start kissing me, I tried to push her away and tell her that I couldn’t do it to Kelly. She took one arm from round my neck and started to rub my rock hard cock up and down.

“If you don’t want me then why are you so hard? Come on, you know illegal bahis siteleri you have wanted to fuck me from the first time you saw me tonight, you just couldn’t keep your eyes off my tits and legs.”

I tried again to fight her off but this time it was to know avail, I just had to fuck her. We started to kiss other ferociously, my hands immediately reached for her ass and started to caress it through her skirt, she was still rubbing my cock through my trousers. She started to slide down my body until she was undoing my trousers, she made light work of them and discarded them along with my boxers.

She started sliding up and down my cock with her lips, she was only 18 but this was easily the best blowjob I had ever had, if I hadn’t been leaning up against a wall I wouldn’t have been able to stand I was in such ecstasy. As she continued to work her magic I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous tits as I could see right down her top.

Nikki slid back up my body and stared to kiss me vigorously once more, again I just had to reach for her ass. She took a step back and removed my shirt, I was now completely naked and couldn’t wait to start undressing her, I reached for the bottom of her top but she slapped my hand away . She slowly, sexily slid her top over her head to reveal a sexy, black, lacy bra.

That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed her up against the wall, I immediately started to kiss her tits through her bra, i then pulled up her skirt to reveal a tiny matching thong, I quickly pulled that down over her boots and started to lick her shaven pussy, which was already soaking wet, Nikki started to moan so loud that someone might of heard us but at that point I didn’t care. I reached up to remove canlı bahis siteleri her bra, she had the most amazing pair of tits ever.

She orgasmed twice while I was licking her pussy, she then pushed me down onto a chair and with her skirt and boots still on straddled me and slowly slid herself onto my rock hard cock, once again I couldn’t resist holding her ass as she slowly rose up and down my cock. I was in ecstasy as she was so tight, she started to quicken her pace as my cock slid further and further into her pussy until she was all the way down to the hilt, this was the best sex I had ever had and neither of us could stop ourselves from moaning each others name extremely loud.

Then all of a sudden we heard some voices from the car park, I instantly tried to push Nikki off but she wouldn’t budge and just quickened her pace, I knew I was about to cum and Nikki sensed that so she quickly stopped and got off, she walked round to the back off a chair and leaned on it, I knew what she wanted so I followed her and started to slowly slide my cock into her ass, she instantly loved it. The voices in the car park eventually went away and once again we were both moaning loudly. All finesse had gone as I started to pound her ass with my cock, she started to rock back against me so I went even further into her ass while inserting 2 fingers into her pussy. She reached back with one hand behind my neck and we started to kiss ferociously . This was it, I was ready to explode so I pulled out of her ass, she knew what to do. She once again started to suck me off until I shot my load into her mouth, she swallowed every last drop.

We sat there for a few minutes as we got our breath back then went back to the party. Nobody missed us so we sat back at our table. Nikki once again teasing me with her gorgeous body, Kelly came and sat with us when suddenly I felt a foot rubbing my cock once again, Kelly had no idea so I let Nikki caress my cock with her foot while I stared at her tits once again.

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In 2001 I suffered from a severe medical condition which required extensive surgery. The procedure saved my life but removal of my prostrate, batter, and extensive nerve damage left me without a functioning sex ability. My cock and balls remained outwardly normal but not doing what they were supposed to do. Despite the little blue pill, which only gave me a headache, the pump, and shots nothing revived my manhood. My wife became frustrated and our married life became a nightmare.

I slowly lost my desires as my hormone shifted away from the aggressive dominant self to a more docile male. I became increasingly depressed still wanting to have sexual experiences but unable to please my wife. Masturbation which at one time in my life provided relief from sexual tension failed. The tension built inside me but no way to release it. After one attempt at what I hoped would be an erotic night with my wife, she informed me that was the worst sex she has ever had. Frustration lead to depression. While I was alive and able to have a full, active live, my sex life was nonexistent.

Back in the day I used to read Playboy and go an adult theater occasionally. That usually revved up my sex drive and lead me to seek relief. That ended once I was married. After 2001 I turned to old habits, but this time started to get me aggressive hoping to return to a normal life. That changed in 2003.

Visiting an adult book store one Friday evening I found a magazine with ads for local adult services. For $5.00 I was able to see what was available in Tampa. An ad that read, “Adult relaxation, no judgement, no guilt, for adult contact ______for a massage.” The picture of a naked man on a massage table excited me. The next day I called and arranged an appointment for that afternoon. Nervously I arrived at the address in the magazine and entered. An older man greeted me. After a few minutes he lead me into a back room and told me to undress and lay on the table face down. He would be back in a few minutes.

Returning to the room his first comment was, “Very nice, you are very attractive.” Starting my neck warn oil was applied warm oil and started the massage. Speaking calmly and gently he kept telling me how good I looked. Gradually he worked his way down my back. Then I got my first surprise. He was naked. His cock was pressed against my side as he reached to massage my back. As I lay there I became aroused. Working down my legs he spread them apart and my balls became exposed. Reaching for them he gently rubs with soft circular motions. Without a word my ass was massaged and then he said “This will make you feel very good.” With that warm oil was poured on my crack and his figure opened my anus. I squirmed and wanted to say no but didn’t. I felt aroused and excited which had not happened in 4 years. Then a something that vibrated was inserted into me and I went crazy. He then pulled it out and told me roll over. I did as he ordered and saw him naked standing over me. Still excited I was just starting to relax when he started rubbing my chest. He liked my nipples and spent several minutes working on them. His cock was pressed against me during that time. Then down my legs and finally he stroked my balls again. My cock received warm oil and for the first time I since before my operation I had an orgasm. It was amazing.

Lying their naked and exhausted, Tim said, “You did great. Lay there and rest for a few minutes and I will be back.”

Wild thoughts ran through my head and I wondered what had happened. Was I gay? Should I be ashamed? Have I committed tuzla escort some terrible act? Questions that bombarded my consciousness.

Tim returned dressed and ready to help me get up. I asked, “Am I gay?”

He responded, “I don’t know, and you shouldn’t worry about that just enjoy the moment. I do think you have a wonderful body and great legs. You shared with me your shame at having a small limp cock and not pleasing your wife. I think you need to consider some changes in your life.”

Not sure what he meant, “What kind of changes are you talking about?”

“I have several clients with frustrations just like yours. A friend of mine has been able to help them feel more comfortable with themselves and live new lives. I don’t know if this would be of any interest to you but think about it. If you decide you want to learn more, call me and I will arrange a meeting.”

“you need to take a shower and head home, or I might get carried away. Have you ever been fucked?”

I said no and headed for the shower. On the way home, I felt renewed and excited but not certain if I should call him again. During my massage I was on the edge of losing control of myself. Not good for a guy who always likes to be in control.

Over the next several days I wrestled with calling Tim back or just walking away. The memory of the experience and wanting to find an outlet for my sexual desires finally lead me to call Tim and arrange an appointment. I was told to come to Tim’s place and plan to spend two hours. What I decided to do after that would be my decision. I agreed.

After a warm greeting Tim said, “You are going to meet two people I a few minutes. One is a client of mine who suffered from a problem like yours and the other is the person who lead him to a new lifestyle. Before you make any judgements or decisions spend the entire time listening and even experimenting with them. The worst that can happen is that you decide to find a solution to your frustration.”

I agreed and after about 10 minutes drinking coffee, a man and woman entered Tim’s home.

Tim greeted them, “Hi Alex and Lois glad to see you. This is James about whom I talked with you on the phone.” Alex is a big man with strong features and a commanding presence. Despite his appearance he seemed to be caring and empathetic. Lois didn’t say much and clearly took directions from Alex.

Tim invited, “Let’s go into the back room where we can talk more confidentially and discuss how James might benefit from your help.”

“James, I told Alex about your frustration and concerns about a small cock. He has helped several of my clients to find a new satisfying way to release their tension and feelings of inadequacy. He can do the same for you if you are willing.”

Following on Tim’s comments Alex said, “I understand you have had some bad luck and feeling of shame and inadequacy. Is that right?” I nodded yes.

“Ok, I have a program that will end that for you and make you enjoy a new lifestyle, but you have done what I tell you to do if you want real results. Is that clear?” Again, I nodded yes.

Lois was standing quietly behind both Tim and Alex just nodding supporting Alex’s comments. Dress in a smart blouse, red skirt, nylons and heels, she looked fantastic. I guessed she was late 40’s or early 50’s.

Alex then said, “Lois, please undress for James, I want him to see you.”

“James, I want you to watch Lois. You will find her to be very beautiful and special.”

Not knowing exactly what to expect I watched.

Lois tuzla escort bayan slowly removed her blouse and skirt. Within a minute she was standing there wearing bra, panties, thigh high nylons, and heels. I guessed her to be about 6 ft tall and weighing 190 lbs. or so. The next thing to be removed was her bra. I noticed she have very small but firm breasts.

Alex then commanded, “Remove your panties.” With that her hands slid under the waist band and down they went. Standing there naked and to my surprise woman with a small cock and balls.

I was surprised and wondered what I was getting into.

Alex then said, “Lois tell James how your life has changed and how you feel about these changes.”

Lois then said, “I used to hate myself because of my small cock and inability to satisfy my partner. Often, I couldn’t even get an erection. I was depressed and frustrated all the time. This led to arguments at home and poor performance at work. My life was dull, and my only excitement came from watching pron. One day I met Tim who gave me a massage. Sharing my frustration with him, he suggested I meet Alex.”

“Like today, I met Alex and a friend of his with Tim. That changed my life. I experienced some very real release of tension and a path to staying happy with my cock and sexual capabilities. Which by the way are greater than I ever imagined? If you consider taking Alex’s program and help, you will experience amazing freedom.”

Alex then said, “If you want freedom from your depression and frustration I have a way for you to achieve that. If not we all leave here and wish each other well. Do you want to go forward?”

All sorts of wild thoughts were running through my head. Part of me said, “Run” the other part said, “What do you have to lose?” After a few moments I said, “Let’s take the next step”.

Alex nodded approval and said, “Strip and stand against the massage table.”

I had only been naked in the locker room in high school and with Tim a week earlier. There were three people in the room and my self-consciousness. I had always tried to hide my nakedness for fear of guys laughing at my small cock. Slowing I stripped all my clothes off and stood by the table.

“He looks great Tim, you were right he has a great body and those legs in nylons will knock people’s eyes out.”

Alex then approached me and started to inspect me closer. My cock and balls received very close attention. “These are perfect, why are you ashamed of them?”

I only looked down and said, “They don’t impress women.”

Smiling Alex said, “You just haven’t met the right people and I will change that.”

I was then told to turn around and face the table. His hands ran down my back like a buy of a fine suite. My ass received close attention and without saying a world Alex spread my cheeks.

“Very nice, very tight and firm.”

Alex then had me turn around. “Here is what I want you to do. First, you need to come to my office where I and my assistant will transform you. What do I mean by that. We will shave your entire body, so you are smooth and hair free. If over time you want to continue, I will arrange to have laser hair removal permanently get rid of all your body hair. Secondly, we will determine your wardrobe style. You will tell us what specifically you find attractive about women and what they wear. Lois likes the classy look so that is what she wears. Then we will train you to act like a woman when out in public so eventually, no will notice that you are a sissy. Finely, we will escort tuzla introduce you to people with whom you feel comfortable. How does that sound?”

“That sounds like a major lifestyle change, how much will this cost me?”

Alex replied, “That is the amazing things, this will cost you nothing. I have a wealthy donor who suffers from your problem. He believes in my program and provides funding for up to three people a year. His only requirement is that a person makes the commitment to follow the program for at least 12 months.”

“That sounds very generous. But I just can’t give up my life to go into your program. I have a job and bills and other commitments. “

“That is not a problem. I have designed this program, so you can continue your present life by working with me on evening and other times we can arrange. One of two things will happen. After 12 months you decide this is not for you or you decide to make this a permanent lifestyle change. That will be your choice.”

“This sounds like something that I want to do. When do you need an answer?”

“I would like it before we leave today. I know that requires a decision but unless you take advantage of this now, you probably never will. Also, there is one more thing.”

“Tim shared with me that you became very excited when massaged your ass and balls. Is that correct?”

I blushed, “Yes I did. I couldn’t control my emotions.”

“That is nothing to be ashamed of in fact that means you were released from all your inhibitions. That was probably the first time in your life.”

“Tim also shared with me that you are a virgin. Is that right?”

I gulped and said, “Yes I am.”

“That will end today. Turn around face the table and spread your legs. This will not hurt, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Lois will end your virginity and you will become a new person. Now spread your legs.”

Without questioning his order, I did as order. Tim spread some KY on my ass. Having stood quietly wearing only her nylon and heels during the meeting she approached me. She started by kissing my neck but soon her erect cock pressed firmly against my ass. Then as when Tim had opened me during my first visit, my anus opened, and she plugged into me. The intercourse aroused me and as I moaned and as the intensity built I lost control and begged her to fuck me. I suddenly climaxed and collapsed exhausted.

As she withdrew Lois whispered, “Next time I will really make you feel wonderful.”

Alex then said, “You are now part of our group. I will make your life much better and exciting all you have to do is follow my orders.”

Alex then said, “Lois get dressed we are leaving. Tim please help James recover.”

With a smile Tim said, “I will make certain he is well taken care of.”

Alex and Lois left through the front door. I was still laying across the massage table. There was a feeling of excitement that I was still feeling like when I was in my teens and masturbated two or three time a day. But, I thought it was time to get dressed and leave.

Tim said, “Before you leave I have a card with Alex’s address and time for your first appointment. You will need to spend 4 hours with him. Also, before you leave, I need to take several pictures of you before you start the program. They are very confidential and will not be released to anyone. Only Alex and our donor will ever see them. So, stand up and let take front, back, and side.”

“Do you really have to take pictures, I don’t want anyone to see me this way.”

Tim reassuring voice, “Don’t worry no one will see them and besides you will want to see the changes in a few months. Ok, let’s get them taken.”

Once that was finished, I got dressed, received my instructions and left.

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Drake signaled to change lanes, listening to Frank’s voice on the phone. It had been a good internship, and he had learned a lot from Frank. Truth be told, Drake had a bit of a man crush on Frank. From his stories of adventure in the military and as a contractor to his smoking hot girlfriend, he was almost like an action movie hero. More Clark Kent than Bruce Wayne or John McClain, Frank had become a good friend and trusted advisor. Drake struggled everyday with his shyness, and appreciated Frank’s efforts to make him part of the team at work. Stopping by his house would be an opportunity to express his gratitude. It might also be an opportunity to see his girlfriend Fiona, although Frank usually referred to her simply as “The Roommate”. She was without a doubt the sexist woman he had ever met. For Halloween she had dressed as Cat woman in a leather outfit that looked like it was painted on. Drake had been dressed as Hulk, mostly because he closely resembled the characters broad, muscular build.

The phone rang, it was Frank confirming his arrival time. About halfway through the conversation Frank seemed to lose focus, uncharacteristically stuttering and dropping words. He abruptly ended the conversion when Drake was only a few minutes from his house.

A few minutes later Drake was knocking on the door. Somewhat to his surprise, Fiona answered the door. She was wearing daisy dukes and a tight white T shirt with a plunging neckline. The shirt did not leave much to the imagination.

“Hi Drake, it’s good to see you. I even like you when you are green and angry, “she said with a smile.

“Hulk smash,” Drake replied, feeling like a dork almost immediately. He noticed Frank sitting on the couch, looking a bit drained. Drake also saw some luggage, and recalled that Frank had just returned for a few days out of town on business…

Fiona continued with small talk, asking him for some assistance with a task. She took him by the wrist and practically dragged him down the hall. Drake glanced at Frank, who just smiled and waved.

As soon as they were in the bedroom Fiona kicked the door shut and walked up to him, stopping about an inch in front of him. He could feel the heat of her body. Drake could feel his penis start to get hard.

Her hand brushed against his face, and his heart jumped into his throat. He could not believe what was happening. It just wasn’t possible that Fiona, who he had lusted after since the day he saw her, was coming on to him. It had to be some kind of cruel prank that everyone from the office was in on. Drake looked around the room. He noticed that Fiona had not only kicked the door shut, she had locked it as well. The windows in the room were high, and blocked by landscaping. He knew Frank was pretty serious about security, so the bedroom seemed an unlikely place for a bunch of people to burst in. Fiona’s voice interrupted Drake assessment of the room’s security.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“You should know that five minutes before you walked in the door I was sucking Frank’s cock, and he came in my mouth. Still want to kiss me?”

“Yes,” Drake replied. He realized his infatuation with Fiona was more than he originally thought.

Drake felt her arms around her neck, she pulled him down and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue penetrated his lips. He wasn’t sure if he tasted any of Frank, or if it was just Fiona. It did not matter, it was ecstasy. Fiona broke the kiss and looked at him.

“No need to turn red, do you want me to stop?”

“Well, uh, I don’t know. I thought you and Frank were…” Drake stammered.

“Frank and I are fine. He accepts that I will do what I like. And right now I like touching you. Do you like it when I touch you?”

“Of course, it just kind of surprised me. I mean, Frank’s just down the hall.”

“There are going to be a lot of surprises, and Frank is going to stay put, trust me.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Frank said you listened well. Do you think you can listen to me? Can you do what I ask you to do?

“I imagine so.”

“Good. Then take off your clothes.”

Drake hesitated. Fiona stared at him, tapping her foot. He repeated her words in his head. He looked at Fiona, standing in front of him. She had her hands on her hips, and continued to tap her foot impatiently. She had a wicked smile on her face, hinting at where this was going. Drake let his eyes drop to her chest. Her nipples were protruding noticeably though her skin tight T Shirt. Slowly he began to unbutton his shirt. He knew this was a chance he had to take.

He unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it out of his pants and dropped it to the floor. Clumsy, he struggled with the buttons on the fly of his jeans, then pulled them and his underwear off. They landed in a pile on top of his shirt.

“The socks too,” Fiona said.

Drake balanced precariously on one foot, then the other, pulling is socks off. Finally naked, he stood motionless in front of Fiona, unsure pendik escort of what to do next. Her T shirt hugged the curves of her breasts, and her nipples stood out distinctly. If he could just touch them, well, it would probably be the best day ever.

“I have a few rules, “Fiona said as he looked Drake up and down. She walked around him.

“That, “she pointed to his throbbing erection, “will not be inside me. Not in my mouth, not in my pussy and certainly not in my ass. At least not today. Do you still want to be here?”

Drake nodded.

“And I am going to do things to you that might make you uncomfortable. Someday you might get to do the same things to me, it all depends on you.”

She continued to walk around him.

“Just to make things a little bit fair, I will take off my top or my bottoms, your choice.” Fiona said to him.

Almost without thinking he replied “Bottoms.” He already had a very good idea what her tits looked like. If she took her shorts off, he would be able to imagine her naked quite vividly. He watched intently as she unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her shorts. As she slid her zipper down and pair of lacy black panties revealed themselves. Drake began planning on a way to take the panties with him when he left Fiona slipped her thumbs against her thighs and pulled her shorts and panties down together. As she did Drake looked down her shirt, admiring her full, round breasts. All he could think about was pressing his cock between her tits.

“Like I said, I think hard work should be rewarded.” Fiona cooed, walking closer to Drake.

Drake froze. His brain was trying to put every second of this experience into the longest term memory possible. He never wanted to forget this day. He looked at taut skin of her belly, with a neatly trimmed patch of hair. The lips of her pussy were just barely visible, and glistened with moisture.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked, “Should I stop?”

“No, no, please don’t. I… I’m not sure what I should be doing,” Drake stammered, feeling a bit out of control.

Fiona wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock. “If I want you to do something, I will tell you. For now, just stand still.”

She circled his cock with her thumb and forefinger, then slide her hand off the end of his penis. Drake watched her hold her hand up to her pouty lips, comparing the girth of his cock to the width of her mouth.

“It looks like a perfect fit, “she said. Then she slid her entire hand into her mouth. Drake could only stand and stare, his eyes fixed on her lips and they stretched around her dainty wrist. He quickly imagined her soft pink lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. Just watching her was a bigger turn on than any blowjob he had experienced. Just when Drake thought he could not take any more, she pulled her hand out of her mouth and walked over to her nightstand. She bent at the waist and began sorting through one of the drawers. His eyes were drawn to her tight round ass, and her pussy splayed out below it.

Five steps. He was five steps away from grabbing her ass and fucking her. But that wasn’t going to happen today. He wondered what she had planned for him. Fiona pulled something out of the drawer. She stood up and turned around. In her hand was a riding crop. Drake felt a cold sweat all over his body. He tried to think what he had done that would warrant the need for the short wand with the leather tip. Fiona sat on the bed, and placed the riding crop across her lap. Her legs were just far enough apart to show off her wet slit.

“Kneel in front of me,” Fiona instructed. Drake did as she requested, settling about a foot in front of her. His cock felt like it was pulling him towards her. Any forward momentum he had was stopped when she put her foot on his chest.

“Take my foot,” she whispered to him. Drake took her foot in his hands. It was smooth and soft. He caressed it softly. His eyes crept up her leg, stopping at her vagina. He could just barely make out her clitoris.

“Suck my toes.”

Drake raised her left foot to his mouth. Carefully he pressed down on her toes with his fingers. When only one remained he put it in his mouth… As he wrapped his lips around it, he focused on her clit, imagining he was taking that little pink bud into his mouth. When he heard Fiona sigh Drake felt a bit of a thrill. He gently sucked on each of her toes. As he put her left foot down and reached for her right, Fiona stripped off her shirt. Her breasts were even more spectacular than he imagined. As he slowly swirled his tongue around her toes Drake stole quick glances at Fiona’s tits. She had dark pink areola slightly bigger than quarters. Her nipples were swollen and erect, protruding at least a half inch above the smooth round curve of her breast. Drake avoided eye contact. He was not certain he should even be looking at her. When he finished with the last one he set her foot back on the floor. He wanted to slide his hands up her legs until his fingers pressed into the escort pendik wet pink flesh of her sex.

“Stand up,” she said. Drake stood. Fiona spread her legs apart, placing her hands on her thighs.

“Now watch me.”

She move her left hand on to the handle of the riding crop, so it rested on her pubic hair. Her middle finger hovered right over her clit. Fiona’s other hand moved slightly to the center, pressing into the wet folds of skin between her legs. Drake moved his hands slightly towards his aching cock. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to, but the temptation was unbearable.

Fiona grabbed the riding crop with blinding speed. Before he even realized what she was doing Drake felt the stinging bite of the leather on his thigh.

“No!” she barked at him. “Keep your hands at your sides. I want you to watch me play with my pussy.”

Drake dropped his hands to his side, rubbing the red welt that was beginning to form on his leg. The pain rapidly faded as he watched Fiona hands. It was her right hand that drew his interest. It was the one between her legs. She slipped her index finger between the lips of her vagina, quickly pushing past her second knuckle. Drake stole a quick glance at Fiona’s breasts. He wasn’t sure if looking at her tits would incur another whipping, so he only looked up for a second. It was difficult not to watch her tits as they rose and fell. Drake tried to focus on her command to watch her play with herself. The bed under her was getting quite wet. He wanted to touch her, but dared not violate her order to stand still.

Drake felt some relief when she released the riding crop and put her hand on her breast. Even though her eyes were closed, Drake still just made quick glances at her tits, trying to comply with her instructions. Her thumb was covering her clit now, rubbing circles on it. She was tugging on her nipple. The sight of the taut pink skin made his cock ache and his mouth water. He noticed her eyes opening, and quickly shifted his stare from her heaving breasts to her soaking wet pussy. She had inserted a second finger.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” she whispered to him. Drake felt like she could sense the enormous pressure building inside him. He wondered what his punishment would be if he lost control. He gazed at the riding crop laying on the bed next to her. How many times would she strike his bare ass with it if he came before he was told to? Drake imagined himself braced against the wall, waiting for Fiona to administer his punishment. The more he thought about it, the less of a deterrent it became.

Fiona’s moan brought his attention back to her. She had all four of her fingers inside herself. The hand on her breast was squeezing it roughly. She cried out as she came, then relax, all her limbs going slack. Drake breathed a sigh of relief. His knew he could not have watched her much longer without coming himself.

“Now, what can I do with you?” she asked.

Drake remained silent, unsure if he was even allowed to speak. Fiona had walked back over the drawer and was looking through it again. She put on what appeared to be a large wristwatch.

“Close your eyes, “she instructed.

Drake shut his eyes, wondering what she was doing. The noise stopped, and he heard her walking towards him. He knew she was standing in front of him.

“You can open your eyes.”

Drake looked at Fiona. She had a sex toy in each hand. In her right hand was a small red dildo with a wide base. In her left hand was a much bigger purple dildo. The purple one was some sort of double dildo. One part was very realistic looking. The other part was smooth, and tapered a bit where the two joined.

“You are going to find out what it’s like for a woman to have sex,” Fiona said with a naughty grin.

“I don’t understand.” Drake replied, starting to feel like he was in over his head. Maybe there was a limit to his lust for her.

“This,” she said holding up the purple toy, “is my cock. You are going to suck it, then I am going to fuck you in the ass with it. If you agree, I will make it worth your while some day. You just have to trust me.”

Drake looked at her. She was still the sexist woman he had ever seen. His eyes slowly took her in. Somehow the riding crop did not seem like much of a threat anymore. He gazed intently at her firm round breasts. Drake imagined wrapping his lips around her swollen nipples. He wondered what worth his while meant, and how soon someday would be.

“Are you in? “She asked.

Drake took a deep breath. If he said no he would probably not see her again.

“Okay,” he whispered, “I will do it.”

Fiona let out a squeal of delight and smiled broadly. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands lightly stroked his cock. Drake recoiled in surprise.

“I’m not completely heartless, you get a hand job before I fuck you. I mean a cock like this, it would be a shame not to have some fun with it. But there is one little thing I have to do first.”

She pendik escort bayan picked up the small dildo.

“Turn around,” She instructed. Drake did as he was told. Under his breath he repeated his new mantra “Totally worth it someday, totally worth it someday.”

He felt her dripping lube onto his ass, the dildo. First she pressed it lengthwise against him, rolling it back and forth. When it was coated in lube, she pressed it into him. Maybe it was the excitement of being naked with her, but it was not as unpleasant as he thought it would be.

She put her hands on his hips and turned him back towards her.

“Now where were we?” she asked.

Drake felt a shiver pass through his body as her fingertips rubbed against his cock. She leaned forward until her lips were less than an inch from the head of his dick. He could feel her hot, moist breath. The temptation to thrust his hips forward and bury his cock in her mouth was almost overwhelming.

Her fingers stroked him from behind his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. Drake’ eyes darted back and forth between watching the hand job and her tits. Fiona’s nipples showed she was quite aroused. The sight of her naked, on her knees in front of his was intoxicating. He could see beads of sweat forming her cleavage. She put one hand on the toy in his ass and wrapped the other around the shaft of his penis. Slowly she moved both hands back and forth.

“This is making me really wet,” Fiona said, speaking to his dick like it was a microphone. The vibrations of her voice felt exquisite.

“Someday I’m going to have your cock inside me. I want you to think about fucking me. I want you to imagine the lips of my pussy stretched around your thick hard cock.” She said, looking up at him.

Drops of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his dick. Fiona smeared it all over the head of his cock.

“Do you want to fuck my tits?” she asked.

Drake grunted and nodded. He no longer had the capacity for speech. Fiona cupped her hands around the outside of her breasts, wrapping around Drake’s erection. Her tits were wet with sweat. It combined with the leakage from his cock, and Drake slid easily between her firm globes.

“That’s it, fuck my tits. Hard and fast. I want to feel you’re hot cum on my breasts,” Fiona shouted. Drake complied, thrusting his hips back and forth. Between her dirty talk and the sensation of having his dick between her tits, he did not last long. Drake moaned as the thick liquid spurted out. Fiona pushed her breasts up, trapping the head of his dick in her cleavage. When his cock stopped jerking, she released her tits and leaned back. Drake looked at what he had done. Streams of cum were running down her breasts.

Fiona picked up the purple dildo and rubbed against her skin, covering it with cum.

“A cock should taste like a cock, not like silicone.” she said, standing up.

Drake realized it was his turn to be kneel. Slowly he lowered himself in front of her. He watched as she slipped the rounded end of the dildo into her pussy. He was glad it was purple, it reminded him that he was not with a tranny prostitute.

“Now suck my cock,” Fiona said.

Drake looked at Fiona, and at the dildo. It was dripping with his cum. He opened his mouth and leaned forward and let the toy slid past his lips. He put his hands on her hips, focusing his eyes on the neatly trimmed strip of hair just above her pussy. The toy filled his mouth, and he heard Fiona moan with pleasure. As the toy pressed against his tongue he tasted himself. It definitely did not taste like silicon. The sound of her voice aroused him. Drake put one of his hands on Fiona’s breast. It felt electric. His fingers pinched her nipple, pulling it taut. Fiona put her hand on top of his. Drake moved his head back and forth, sliding the toy in and out of his mouth. Fiona moaned again. He doubled his efforts, and rewarded with another moan. He looked up at Fiona. She was staring right at him. He kept eye contact with her and continued to suck on her toy.

“That’s it Drake, make me come. Suck my cock.” Fiona moaned.

Drake watched the other end of the dildo sliding around in Fiona wet pussy. He could feel the heat from between her legs, and he watched the purple toy bumping against her clit. Despite draining his cock on her breasts only minutes earlier, he felt his penis beginning to swell again. Drake felt Fiona’s fingers pulling his hair, forcing his face against her. She thrust her hips forward, ramming the toy down his throat. Fiona’s hands clamped down on his head as she came. As her moaning and whimpering became faint she released his head, and the toy slipped from his mouth.

“I see why guys like that so much. I just wished this thing would shoot out cum, that would be awesome,” Fiona said breathlessly.

“I kind of got the idea what its like,” Drake replied.

He watched as Fiona stroked her toy. She picked up the bottle of lube and began to spread it all over the purple cock. Drake suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach, and a few other places.

“You still up for this? ” Fiona asked.

“Totally worth it someday, totally worth it someday,” he muttered under his breath, nodding to Fiona.

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Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don’t expect realism and you won’t be disappointed when you don’t find it! Enjoy!

*****

Cursing under her breath, struggling with the lock until she managed to get the key to turn and the door to open, Ashley let herself inside her boyfriend Josh’s apartment. She knew that he wasn’t home yet, but she wasn’t there for him. It was Nick, Josh’s roommate, that Ashley needed to talk to.

Giving the stupid lock one last withering glance, Ashley closed the door and turned around. It seemed like the apartment was empty, which it shouldn’t be. She was about to call out for Nick when she heard a deep moan coming from down the hallway. Another unmistakable sound followed, that of flesh slapping rhythmically against naked flesh.

“Of course…” Ashley sighed, rolling her eyes in resignation and running her slender fingers through her honey blonde hair, messing up her pixie cut. “I should have known they’d be at it, as usual.”

While the sounds of unrestrained humping got louder, Ashley walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Crossing her arms under her perky tits, she slumped back and grumbled: “I guess I’ll just have to wait until Nick is done fucking Mia in the ass…”

In the last few months, after she got together with Josh, Ashley had come to know her boyfriend’s roommate pretty well. From the moment she first saw him, Nick had struck her as very weird, but in a good way. Bookish, tall and lanky, with his mop of unruly brown hair and his thick nerdy glasses, Nick was the very opposite of her athletic, trendy, perfectly groomed Josh. Still, Nick had grown on her, without much trying on his part either. That was what struck Ashley the most about him: Nick was a total loner, so quiet and unassuming, still he left a strong, lingering impression.

Beside being very smart, Nick was gifted with a disarming sense of humor that never failed to make Ashley smile. He was doing a PhD in Philosophy of all things, which baffled an Econ major like Ashley no end. Still, Nick was surprisingly down-to-earth, eerily perceptive and refreshingly open-minded in ways that, she had to admit, Josh could never be. Nick’s intriguing vibe was further amplified by the fact that he had a steady fuck buddy, his buxom raven-haired friend Mia. Ashley was struck dumb when Nick told her in passing that the main event of his encounters with Mia was anal sex.

Nick and Mia had met during their freshman year, when they ‘sort of dated’ for a while, as they put it, before Mia started to explore her lesbian dispositions. That didn’t prevent them from staying good friends though, bound by ties of true affection as they were. Besides, although Mia was into girls, as she herself told Ashley, she was unable to give up the one thing she absolutely loved about sex with guys: assfucking. Mia’s passion for sodomy and Nick’s willingness to fulfill her anal needs led to their agreement, which lasted for years and was still working as intended, to their mutual satisfaction. And yet, despite the matter-of-fact way in which Nick and Mia described it to her, Ashley soon realized that their ongoing relationship was far from being just about sex.

Ashley had learned all of this on the very first day she met Nick, when he introduced Mia as his ‘incomparable buttfuck buddy, among other things’ as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A sultry, snickering Mia immediately confirmed what Ashley had assumed was a joke on Nick’s part, leaving the blonde mind-blown. In time, Ashley’s initial shock faded and she accepted the situation as a particularly weird side of Nick’s general weirdness. She also became good friends with Mia.

The voluptuous brunette’s flirtatious attitude embarrassed Ashley at first, but she couldn’t deny that it was flattering to be the object of Mia’s attentions and frequent compliments. In truth, beside the undeniable thrill she felt coursing through her slim body whenever Mia’s pale blue gaze lingered on her, Ashley genuinely liked Mia. She admired the brunette’s confidence, actually envying the carefree way in which Mia expressed her sexuality and enjoyed it without hypocrisy nor guilt. As far as Ashley was concerned, the only relatively bad thing about Nick’s buttfuck buddy was the fact that Josh drooled over her large tits and bouncy ass all the time, but that was Josh’s fault entirely.

As she sat on the couch, her ears echoing with Mia’s and Nick’s lustful groans, Ashley couldn’t help but grin. It was ironic that she should have come to talk to Nick about something that his assfucking sessions with Mia had inspired in the first place.

According to Mia, there was nothing like the unique feel of a big hard cock thrusting into her anus, stretching and filling her asshole with its meaty thickness and finally pumping her rectum full of cum, all of which, Mia insisted, no dildo in the world could ever replace. Ashley listened to Mia and Nick discussing bursa escort the joys of anal sex countless times, as did Josh, who had been pestering Ashley about letting him fuck her in the ass pretty much non-stop for months. Not a day went by without Josh sulking about the fact that a scrawny nerd like Nick was sodomizing a knockout like Mia on a regular basis without even having to be her boyfriend, therefore getting plenty of ass and none of the hassles of an actual legit relationship.

Ashley’s sculpted, delicate features were marred by a scowl as she tried to dismiss from her mind the endless arguments that unfailingly originated from Josh’s every blunt request for anal sex. “If only he wasn’t such a moron about it…” Ashley sighed.

The sad thing was that Ashley had become very interested in anal sex too, but she resented the fact that Josh considered it some sort of duty she had to perform in exchange for his putting up with her as her boyfriend. That was so unfair, Ashley thought, feeling insecure and nervous. In her darkest moments, she had even found herself wondering if Josh might be right after all, if she was indeed such a bitch that she had to somehow compensate him by letting him have her ass. That was pretty much how Josh put it anyway.

“No,” Ashley whispered to herself, shaking her head firmly. “I’m not a bitch. Nick doesn’t think so, and he’s way smarter than me and Josh put together. And Mia agrees too.”

A thin, resigned smile appeared on Ashley’s lips and she relaxed, letting out a long sigh. One way or another, the solution to her fights with Josh would come the next day, when she would offer him her virgin asshole as a birthday present. It was a way to bury the hatchet once and for all, Ashley knew, but it was also something that, in all honesty, she desperately wanted to try. She simply couldn’t keep denying herself anal sex just because Josh was asking for it in the worst possible way.

While the lascivious sounds echoing from the hall got even louder, Ashley’s mind went back to the last week, which she had spent training her tiny forbidden hole with a buttplug to get herself ready for her anal deflowering. Recalling the many surprisingly intense orgasms she had brought herself to by flicking her clit while carefully sliding the tapered plastic toy into her clingy anus, Ashley found herself rubbing her legs together under her light skirt, a warm wave of arousal radiating from her groin. Her pointy bra-less tits were heaving in time with her labored breath and her nipples were hard and sticking out painfully against her tight cotton top as she relived the details of how wonderfully she had cum each time she touched her clit while the buttplug stretched out her tight, sensitive asshole.

Without thinking, Ashley brought her hand between her legs and reached beneath her skirt until her fingertips met her underwear. Her panties were sopping wet and wedged into the smooth cleft of her pussy, the soaked fabric grating teasingly against her puffy labia and stimulating her engorged clit.

“Damn it, Nick and Mia…” Ashley murmured as she slowly circled her pussy mound through her panties, trembling under her own touch, biting her lips as she whimpered softly. Then, snickering, she swiftly got up and reasoned: “Well, I guess I might as well have a closer look. Just to learn some moves from a pro.”

An impish grin brightened Ashley’s face as she padded down the hallway, getting closer to Mia’s husky moans and Nick’s muffled grunts. Her heart was drumming crazily in her ears and her pussy was on fire as Ashley stopped right outside Nick’s bedroom. Hiding in the shadows, she tilted her head to the side and gazed past the half-open door.

Even though she knew what was going on in there and she had heard them have anal sex before, Ashley had never actually seen Nick and Mia assfucking. In fact, she had never seen anyone have sex at all, except in pornos. Still, not even the anal videos she had been watching recently could have prepared her: what Ashley saw took her breath away.

With her head thrown back in pleasure and her long black hair flowing wildly across her arched back, Mia was riding Nick’s cock cowgirl style, taking him deep in her ass. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his face buried in the soft jiggling valley of Mia’s cleavage, Nick was slurping and sucking away at the curvy brunette’s puffy nipples while she held his head pressed into her jugs, her fingers tugging at his messy hair. As Mia bounced her round bubble-butt up and down on his thick boner, Nick kneaded her fleshy asscheeks, sinking his fingers avidly in her plump juicy rump. As lost as he seemed in his voracious tit-worship, Nick never missed a bit as he humped his impressive cock up into Mia’s stretched-out asshole. The way he kept thrusting into her rectum in perfect sync with her slamming downward plunges proved how practiced Mia and Nick were in the art of sodomy.

Ashley’s eyes bugged out and she quickly brought a hand to her mouth to bursa escort bayan silence herself before a gasp of shock betrayed her presence. Her whole svelte frame was shaking with excitement. Nothing had ever looked as insanely hot as the vision of Mia’s dilated pink sphincter wrapped tightly around Nick’s pistoning shaft. And it must feel incredible too, Ashley realized, judging by the unrestrained groans of pleasure escaping Mia’s mouth every time she slid her butt-ring all the way down Nick’s pole until her luscious ass clapped against his thighs, over and over again.

For a few minutes, Ashley lost track of time. Her senses were overloaded. The smell of sex and the sounds of the rutting couple’s lustful sodomy enhanced the mind-blowing visual of Mia impaling her ass on that massive cock while Nick devoured her jutting tits and bucked his girthy boner into her anus with relentless butt-splitting strokes. Aroused beyond description, Ashley reached a hand between her legs and pulled her soaked panties to the side. In a daze, her eyes glued to Mia’s cock-stuffed asshole, Ashley started fingering herself. Her mind was empty of all thoughts except the need to give relief to her tingling pussy. Ashley bit her lips as she sawed two then three fingers in and out of her dripping slit, trying to match Mia and Nick’s reckless buttfucking tempo.

Ashley’s pussy was drooling juices all over her crotch when she heard Mia gasp throatily: “I’m close, baby… Uuhh yeah, fuck my ass harder… Oooh I’m cumming, baby! Uuhh fuck fuck fuuuck!”

Pressing her thumb to her clit and rubbing away with abandon, Ashley watched slack-jawed as Mia slammed her bouncy dick-crammed ass forcefully down on Nick’s shaft one last time before sitting there, skewered on his pole, shivering all over with his fat cockmeat packed balls-deep inside her anus. Mia’s cries of release almost drowned out Nick’s tit-muffled grunts.

“Mmpfhh Miaaa… You’re squeezing me so good, I’m gonna cum! Aaahhh I love your ass!”

A hot wave of pleasure crashed over Ashley as she watched Nick’s ballsack tightening while Mia’s sphincter kept clenching and unclenching around the thick root of his throbbing cock. The thought of Nick’s spurting semen filling the depths of Mia’s rectum made Ashley’s lust-addled mind spin, triggering her climax. Ashley had to fight not to cry out as she came hard, her thumb circling her clit and her fingers buried all the way in her dripping slit. Panting as quietly as possible, Ashley was weak in the knees as she enjoyed her secret orgasm. While her girl-cum gushed on her digits and drenched her crotch, trickling down her shapely thighs, Ashley’s hazel eyes stayed focused on Mia and Nick. They were basking in the afterglow, their arms wrapped around each other’s sweaty body, their lips locked in a deep, passionate soulkiss.

Ashley had to strangle another gasp of shock when Mia lifted her plump bubble-butt and slowly let Nick’s twitching boner slip out of her dilated anus with a lewd slurp followed by the wet thwacking sound of Nick’s fat cock slapping against his abdomen. Pushing Nick down on his back, Mia smiled and leaned forward. Pressing her heavy tits against his chest, she kissed Nick languidly, resuming their make out session. While they kissed, the buxom brunette reached her hands back to spread her round asscheeks apart. Wiggling her fleshy rump, she positioned her gaping cum-oozing orifice right above Nick’s softening but still impressive dick, letting his seed drip directly on his shaft.

Watching Nick’s thick pearly semen dribble out of Mia’s slowly shrinking asshole to pool all over his cock was insanely erotic to Ashley, but not as erotic as the sight of Mia suddenly breaking their lip-lock to kneel between Nick’s legs, a devilish grin on her pouty lips. Ashley’s nectar-slick digits involuntarily resumed diddling her clit as she stared wide-eyed at Mia lapping up a shiny glob of cum from Nick’s purple glans before taking his seed-glazed cock between her lips. Humming with joy as she went ass to mouth on him, Mia slurped and sucked on Nick’s dickmeat and then licked clean his spunk-splattered abdomen, hungrily retrieving every last trace of sperm she found.

It was while the wanton brunette turned her head to scoop up a stray dollop of cum from Nick’s low-hanging balls that Mia and Ashley’s gazes met. Ashley felt cold all over as she realized that Mia’s smoky blue eyes were fixed on her. For a second the slim blonde felt on the verge of panic, ashamed and terrified and unable to think. She definitely didn’t expect Mia’s surprised stare to turn into a complicit wink as she kept nursing on Nick’s slippery shaft with renewed vigor. The image of Mia’s cocksucking lips slowly curling up in a dick-stretched smile remained etched in Ashley’s mind as she stepped back in the shadows of the hall and silently retreated to the living room.

The next twenty minutes felt agonizingly slow to Ashley, who sat on the couch fidgeting while trying to settle her thumping escort bursa heartbeat and quick breathing. Despite having just cum, or maybe because of the circumstances of her climax, her pussy was still dripping wet and in need of further attention. Ashley fought with her arousal and guilt while in the background she could hear Mia and Nick go through their post-assfuck ritual of cuddling while playing a couple of cheesy pop punk tunes by one of those obscure bands from the nineties that they both liked so much. A shower together followed, as usual, and Ashley sat through it all, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

While she waited on the couch, a stinging sense of jealousy emerged from Ashley’s emotional turmoil as she realized how intimate and close Mia and Nick were, more so than any formally definable couple she could think of. “More than me and Josh for sure…” she heard herself mumble.

The sounds of the bathroom door opening then closing, followed by a girly giggle and some murmuring in the hallway, snapped Ashley out of her bitter reverie and warned her that Mia and Nick were done with their shower. She had regained most of her composure when, a couple of minutes later, Mia made her appearance.

“Hey, Ash,” Mia greeted her in her lazy, husky voice. Tied back in a ponytail, her long black hair was still shining wet from the shower. Her pale face was glowing and her whole voluptuous body radiated that satisfied, freshly-fucked vibe that she got after her every visit to Nick’s bedroom.

“Hi, Mia,” the slim blonde replied, her cheeks burning under Mia’s smirking stare. Ashley felt too embarrassed to meet Mia’s eyes, so she lowered her gaze. She regretted it immediately: the sight of her friend’s ample cleavage squeezed inside her blue tank top didn’t help attenuate Ashley’s nervousness at all. She was biting her lips while Mia walked in front of her, her bouncy jeans-clad bubble-butt swaying before Ashley’s flushed face as the brunette came to sit right beside her.

“So,” Mia purred, tilting her head as she patted Ashley’s arm and scooted closer to her on the couch, “you look like you enjoyed the show, eh Ash?”

“Uhm, yeah about that,” Ashley stammered apologetically, “I didn’t mean to… Well, I sort of did, in a way, but… Oh my god, that didn’t come out right, did it? I’m sorry, it’s just…”

Nick’s deep, calm voice came to her rescue. “Hey Ash! I didn’t hear you coming in,” he said, stepping inside the room wearing just his glasses, a pair of striped boxers and a faded Dead Kennedys T-shirt. “Didn’t Josh tell you? They’re having all the interns stay in late today. I assume one of them will be chosen to be sacrificed to their Evil Lawyer Overlord as soon as darkness falls.”

“Yeah, he told me,” Ashley chuckled, glad to change the subject. “But I actually came to talk to you, Nick, about Josh’s birthday tomorrow.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you’re way too good for that jerk, honey,” Mia declared, softly caressing her blonde friend’s forearm from wrist to elbow one last time before standing up to leave. “Well, time to go. I’ll let you guys talk. I gotta swing by my place and I’m already late for class as it is. And I blame you for that, you know!” she finished, pressing herself against Nick and poking her forefinger into his chest.

“Oh, really?” Nick grinned, wrapping his long arms around Mia’s waist and caressing her plump juicy ass as she hugged him tight and joined her lips with his in a tender parting smooch. “Should I remind you the exact sequence of events that led to your being late right now?”

Laughing throatily at Nick’s teasing, reaching her hand low to cup his cock through his boxers, Mia shrugged: “Fine, I guess we could share the blame after all.”

“That seems fair,” Nick nodded, “but if you want we can analyze this more thoroughly later. Around dinner time, maybe?”

“Deal. I’ll even bring pizza,” Mia added, disentangling her curvy frame from Nick’s embrace and strutting her way to the door. “See you, guys!”

Once they were alone, Nick took Mia’s seat by Ashley’s side. “So,” he said, “what about Josh’s party? Any change of plans or are we still going to that ridiculous wine bar he likes?”

“No, no change of plans. I just wanted to, uhm, surprise him… I was thinking of waiting for him here when he gets back from work tomorrow, before he’s supposed to come pick me up for the party and, well…” she trailed off nervously as she met Nick’s penetrating, intense brown eyes. “I kind of need you not to be here when that happens, Nick. I have to be alone when Josh gets here, to give him my, uhm, gift, I guess you could call it, so…”

“No problem, I won’t be here,” Nick replied. “My Ethics professor has organized a conference about Kierkegaard with this Danish writer around that time, and I’m pretty much forced to go. In fact, I might get to the party a bit late but I’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

“Okay. Thanks a lot, Nick.”

He just smiled and nodded, always keeping his scrutinizing gaze on her. Then, as if he was reading Ashley’s thoughts through her bright hazel eyes, he added: “So you’re letting him fuck you in the ass tomorrow, uh. That’s quite the birthday present, Ash.”

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Bite Size

– Emily’s New Toy

Emily listened at her roommate’s door with baited breath. The last thing she wanted was for Teri to wake up and catch her at what she was about to partake. They shared the bedroom together and the single bathroom was inside. The only hope of privacy now was to play in the family room and be quiet enough not to awake her manic roomie.

There was a creak to Emily’s left. She jumped, managing to hold in a shriek. It was Chops, the house mutt they had picked up a few months back. He watched her through a tuft of hair, his tongue lolling happily. Emily breathed a silent sigh. She motioned the dog away, which bounded off to the family room. Emily listened at the door again and when satisfied, crept away to the nook that served as their dining room.

The night before, Teri and her boyfriend Chris had had a nice candlelit dinner. Now their centerpiece was to be the source of Emily’s entertainment. She twisted one of the spiraling candles free from the cheap candelabra Teri had purchased for the event and turned it slowly in he hands.

The candle was long; maybe 10 inches, and narrow, with a thick spiral twirling up its length. Emily removed the top portion which was burned down and smoothed the tip. It gleamed in the moonlight pouring through the patio doors, the same dim light that lit Emily’s face and her mischievous grin.

Emily stepped to one of the big overstuffed chairs and plopped herself down. She draped one leg over the armrest and pulled her long sleep shirt up to expose her down covered slit. The wisps of fine dark hair were already glistening with juices and sweat. She pressed the tip of the candle against her slit and a quiet sound of pleasure escaped her lips. She rubbed the tip around her clitoris and then delved slowly between her lips, penetrating her pussy and twirling the candle like a miniature drill. Her fingers twisted and tapped her nipples through the cotton shirt and she moaned quietly.

Emily stopped, thinking she had heard something from the hallway. She strained to hear any sound, particularly the damning creak of their bedroom bursa escort door. There was no sound though, and she braced herself to continue.

“Wrurf”, Chops announced, sitting on the floor a few feet away, watching her with idiot curiosity.

“Get lost, Chops,” Emily hissed in return, waving him off with her free hand, the one not pleasuring herself with the spiraled hardness. The dog ignored her, his tongue lolling out in incomprehension. Emily rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.

She pulled the candle from her lips and examined it. The end was small, and well smoothed from her initial play. She smiled wickedly, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She had been waiting for an opportunity and here it was. She eased the candle down between her thighs again, this time lower, scooting her hips forward and propping her feet on the arms of the chair. She rolled her hips back and pressed the candle to her rosy pucker. She sighed raggedly when it touched her, and she bit her lip as she prepared for the initial thrust.

Her other hand went with certainty to her breasts, finding her nipples and tugging on them with automatic expertise. She moaned as the she slipped the tip against her wrinkled hole, it collapsing under the force, pressing inward as it parted to accept the waxen invader. She pressed briefly and gave up after just the tip had penetrated her. Even that sent shivers up and down her spine. She pulled out, gasping at the sudden lack of its print on her pucker and dripped a gob of saliva from her mouth, moistening her fingers and the glistening rod before her. She pressed wet fingers and dripping candle to her pucker again, circling her little hole with her fingers, wetting her most private place. The tip of the candle pressed against her pucker and this time slid in slowly but with stunning sureness, as if it belonged there. Still slick fingers met her aching pussy and swirled at her clitoris, causing her to grit her teeth to keep from sounding out in her passion.

The candle went in two inches, three, and then stopped, its makeshift lubrication expended. Emily cursed herself silently bursa escort bayan for not being better prepared, but the good stuff was in the bedroom, and she didn’t want to break into the kitchen for something else. It pulled at her pucker to go in or out any further and for a moment she panicked that it might be stuck.

Then, inspiration struck. Still, twirling her fingers around and inside her hungry snatch, she turned the candle, the spiral pattern along its length boring into her ass. She groaned, relishing the torturous journey of her new best friend as it tunneled its way into her pucker. Her fingers flew over her clitoris, and she neared release, as a good half of the candle drove relentlessly into her little hole. She moaned louder, lost in her new discovery, until she realized that Chops was gruffing at her, now standing up and responding to her apparent need for help. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stopped turning the candle and realized how she had been lost in her fugue. What a wonderful toy! She stopped, listening for her roommate, her heart drumming in her ears. Emily was about to return to her passion, flicking her clitoris with savage desire when she heard it!

There it was, the sounds of two voices coming through the thin walls of the bedroom. Emily panicked. The padding of feet could be heard even through the door, and nervous as she was, Teri would be coming out to see what the commotion was. Emily looked down, horrified to see the curly candle protruding from her bulging hole. She thought about standing up, straightening her t-shirt and praying it didn’t protrude from underneath or against the material like a rigid tail. No, that wouldn’t work. Teri would come out to the family room to see what was going on, and would scan the room. The missing candle from the nook would be a glaring omission to residential normalcy.

Emily jumped to her feet, Chops jumping back in surprise, barking half nervously and half in play. Emily reached under her shirt and grabbed the remaining portion of the candle still exposed to open air, perhaps a third of its length. Frantically, she escort bursa twisted it the other way, unscrewing the candle but screwing herself nonetheless. She panted, both from exertion and pleasure as the candle finally popped loose from her now empty anus. Emily heard the bedroom door latch and creak open even as she fled to the nook and slammed the candle back in its candelabra. She stood between the tiny nook and the family room, her chest pounding, her shirt soaked through, her tousled hair in her face.

Teri stepped warily from the bedroom and their eyes locked before Teri scanned the whole place, seeking a sign of danger or roommate foul play. Chris came out behind her, looking sleepy and confused.

“What is going on out here,” Teri rasped, trying to keep her voice low but ready to be loud if something was amiss. Teri could really scream if she needed to, whether it be to deter a burglar or tongue lash her roommate.

“N-nothing,” Emily managed, trying to get her breath under control. “I was sleeping out here so as not to disturb you two, and I had a nightmare.”

Teri scanned her face for bullshit and couldn’t find any. “Well, have something to drink and go back to bed. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“Y-yeah, sure. Sorry, Teri. Sorry, Chris.” He just snorted, not fully awake enough to be offended. Teri stormed past her boyfriend back to the bedroom. Chris remained briefly, his nose in the air, sniffing, coming awake for the first time. His eyes focused.

“Do you smell that?” he asked, scanning the room himself for the source of the pungent odor.

“Smell what?” Emily looked around as well, more to hide the rising color in her cheeks, than to identify his concern.

Chris spotted the dog nearby, now relaxed from the excitement and lying on his side, legs straight out.

“Oh, never mind. Stupid dog.” Chris turned around and went back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Emily sighed heavily, padded over to Chops and rubbed his belly. He looked up sleepily and licked his lips.

“Good boy! I owe you one.” She thumped his belly twice and returned to the nook. A few moments of quiet washing removed any remaining evidence and she returned her abrupt lover back to its cradle. Moments later, Emily was asleep in one of the overstuffed chairs, a smile on her face.

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Part 1 of 3: The Professor’s Bottom

Fall semester was starting next week and Professor Zara Ebadi was headed to the Dean’s office for a private meeting.

The University was planning to hold the first “International Festival” on campus to highlight the diversity amongst its faculty and students. Students were encouraged to dress up and represent their heritage, but faculty were required to do so.

There were no exceptions for faculty members.

This meant the campus would have all sorts of fun activities going on. Festivities would range from parties, to gatherings, to food and special showcases and performances. It was expected to be a really big deal and local politicians had even commented about it. It was expected to be covered by the local media as well.

For Zara, it meant wearing a traditional Persian dress. She had plenty of those in her closet, which she’d wear for family functions.

It would be the first time she’d ever wear something like that in public. She considered herself to be an American woman, after all. She was a designer tshirt, jeans, and red lipstick kind of girl.

Maybe that was what this private meeting was about? She wondered. Especially since Zara was the only Persian woman on the faculty and perhaps the Dean wanted to confer with her on that.

She met Dean Keller in his office. Their relationship had always been cordial over the last 3 years since she landed the teaching job. She had always known him to be a fair-minded man who’s had the school’s best interest at heart.

For the first time, as they sat for their private meeting, she noticed something was off about him today. His confidence and enthusiasm seemed diminished. And he even seemed a bit hesitant, which was totally uncharacteristic of him.

“So, the International Festival,” he said, forcing a smile and then pausing.

Zara politely smiled back. “Yes? What about it?”

“Any thoughts? Are you comfortable with it?”

“Everything I’ve heard about it sounds like a lot of fun, and it’s something that will make our campus unique. I really love the idea of everyone dressing up and showing off their history.”

Dean Keller nodded. “Excellent. Very good. I knew you’d see it that way.”

“Was there anything else you had in mind?” she playfully questioned, knowing the Dean would never waste her time for such simple questions.

He gulped. “Do you have any idea what you’d be wearing?”

Zara’s eyes lit up. “I have too many options, which is a good problem to have I suppose. Believe it or not, I have tons of traditional Persian garments and clothes from going to weddings and that sort of thing. I haven’t made a final decision yet. I’ll still have to rummage through my closet.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something that looks… well… appropriate, in a lovely way.”

The Dean seemed embarrassed to say such a thing, and Zara wondered what the hell was going on. Was he flirting with her? Or was this the Dean’s awkward way of trying to get his dick sucked?

“What do you mean?” Zara asked, wanting to clear up this misunderstanding.

“Professor Ebadi,” he said in a more formal tone. “Universities across the country are going through a generational shift, in terms of age and race. In my opinion, you represent our future. Pardon my phrasing, but you’re very intelligent, young, and the students really seem to connect with you.”

She smiled, “Thank you. And I’m assuming you want me to wear something hip for the event. Something that’ll make sure the faculty looks fun and enthusiastic, even though the theme is traditional cultures.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he said with a short sigh of relief.

That seemed like a reasonable enough request. Frankly, it did sound like a good idea. Even though she was slightly miffed by the implication and suggestive undertones, Zara was all about school spirit. She prided herself on being the youngest and ‘coolest’ teacher on campus.

But in this case, any traditional outfit she’d wear would unintentionally highlight her natural Persian backside, since the thin fabrics and materials were all form-fitting. All her adult life, she had tried to suppress her luscious bottom with a strict diet and lots of exercise. But genetics were genetics, and she was used to receiving plenty of ogles from passers-by.

“Anything for this institution,” she proudly replied.

“Excellent. I’m assuming you’ll wear something that will showcase what an amazing figure you have.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I think that was pretty clear,” he said, clearing his throat. “Our school has a rigorous nutrition and sports science program. I think faculty like you should set a good example of what a healthy figure should look like.”

She looked at him even harder, but remained respectful. “What exactly are you saying?”

“Can you wear something more revealing?” he asked, forcing those words out of his own mouth.

She gasped audibly.

When she saw the Dean gulp, she knew that he was extremely bursa escort uncomfortable asking this, but felt duty-bound somehow, for whatever bizarre reason.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a crack in the Dean’s once powerful armor. For the first time since they had known each other, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. Tears!

“I’m so, so sorry for asking that,” he said, fighting back a potential waterfall.

“Dean Keller, what’s wrong?” she asked in shock.

He sucked it all up and re-composed himself. He was determined to be the strong leader of the school once again.

“Are you aware how much the school’s athletic program brings in annually?”

“At least a hundred million,” she replied, always knowing her stuff.

He sadly shook his head. “That figure has become grossly outdated.”

“Since when?”

“Last year. The new figures haven’t been fully compiled yet, but I’m giving you a heads up.”

“Oh gosh,” she whispered.

“We’re struggling to get the best athletes. We’re not competitive anymore, not like before. And with the massive student protests which happened last year, enrollment is down. Many parents don’t want to send their kids here anymore, even though our academics is highly rated.”

“Dean Keller, that sounds like the natural ebb and flow of any educational institution. I’m sure we’ll bounce back.”

He sighed. “I’ve been in academia longer than you’ve been alive. I know a serious downward trend when I see one. The only way we’ll bounce back is if we take drastic measures.”

Zara sat back and thought about this admission. “That sounds serious.”

“We could be looking at staff layoffs and cuts to student services.”

Now it was Zara’s turn to feel deflated. They shared a dark moment together.

Suddenly, a revelation came to mind.

“What does any of this have to do with my outfit?” she questioned.

He sighed. “I’m sorry. Professor Ebadi, I apologize for saying anything inappropriate towards you. I hope you can forgive me, and if you can do me a favor, please don’t repeat this conversation to anyone. I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Of course, this stays between us. But what exactly were you suggesting? I want to know.”

“Forget it, please.”

“Dean Keller, I’m not leaving until you tell me,” she said firmly. “Why is my outfit linked to the University’s success? It makes no sense to me.”

He mustered his courage. “We’re actively trying to recruit two star athletes for our swim team for the Spring semester. They’ll be here for the Festival next week and they’ll be sitting in on a few classes, including yours. They want a feel for the campus before making a decision.”

“What does that have to do with my outfit?” she asked yet again, still in disbelief over where this was headed.

“If they decide to come here, they’ll be English majors since — let’s be honest — it’s an easy major compared to other fields. Since you teach freshman and sophomore English courses, I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to make a good impression on them.”

Zara briefly gritted her teeth. “You wanted me to wear a tight Persian dress and shake my ass for them?”

“Professor Ebadi, please, I never said that.”

“That’s what you were implying.”

He gulped. “I wanted to show them the beauty of our campus, the stellar faculty we have, and our high academic standards.”

“Which includes my ass, doesn’t it?”

He shrugged. “You have a very fine posterior, I must admit.”

“Oh goodness,” she sighed smacking her palm to her forehead.

“Wait, wait, now let me defend myself here.”

“It’s your office, you can say whatever you want.”

“Recruiting top talent is tough,” he explained. “You know that. There are also a lot of things which go on behind the scenes. A few years ago there was a scandal where a coach paid for strippers and sex for potential recruits.”

Zara’s jaw dropped. “You must be joking. Are you suggesting that I…”

“No, no, no! I’d never ask you to do anything like that. All I’m saying is, there are other English professors who have tenure, and you don’t. So if we’re forced to cut our budget, then it’s pretty clear what will happen.”

The man had a good point. Being part of the younger generation of professors on campus had its perks, but also its drawbacks. The fact was, she lacked any sort of tenure and would be on the chopping block if things didn’t turn around.

Surely her ass could make an exception for this.

“Suppose I was able to help,” she said cautiously.

“How?”

“You know how. Just suppose. Would it help with my status at this University?”

“I’ll make sure you have tenure for three lifetimes,” he said with confidence.

“You can do that?”

“Professor Ebadi, according to our recruiters, these two athletes are future superstars in the world of swimming. They want to attend this University because they have deep family roots here, but you never know. They’re getting great offers everywhere.”

“Hmm…” bursa escort bayan she pondered.

“I’ve already met with them, and I can say that they’re interested in coming here. They just need a final push, a final bit of convincing before they agree to join our program.”

“Anything in mind?”

“Maybe we should have a drink first,” he said. “I know you don’t drink alcohol, so it’ll be a soda for us.”

Dean Keller got up and poured two drinks. When he brought it to Zara, he whispered something in her ear. A plan.

Both of her eyebrows arched.

Part 2 of 3: The Ass in Motion

It was mid-August and the perfect day for the beach, which was only a short distance from the campus, and from the apartment she lived.

At around 9 am, the star swimmer was likely working his summer job as a lifeguard. Zara wasn’t exactly thrilled about this scheme, but it was the least she could do for the future of the University.

Normally, she’d work on her golden brown tan in the private pool area of her apartment complex. Today, she spread her beach blanket across the sand and removed her tshirt and shorts before sitting.

Being in her bikini in front of any potential student was something she had always avoided, which is why she had never sunbathed or swam around this beach before. It was a hotbed of college students.

With everything set up near the lifeguard watchtower, Zara slathered sunscreen all over herself and laid face down on the blanket. Her bronze skin glistened under the sun and her ass was certain to grab its share of attention.

She put her time to good use and fiddled on her phone, checking email, texts, and browsing a few websites. Nearly 15 minutes had passed before the plan had achieved its first strategic objective.

“Excuse me, are you Professor Ebadi?” a young male voice asked.

Zara put her phone down and looked up to see Garrett in a lifeguard outfit, which consisted of red swimming trunks and a white tshirt. He was tall, clean cut, and appeared to be in amazing shape with his lean and toned physique.

“That’s me,” she said, laying on her side and feeling self-conscious that her bikini-covered boobs were now visible.

“I just wanted to say hello,” Garrett said. “Part of my job is making sure everyone is safe and has a great time on this beach.”

“I think I’m pretty safe laying on the sand, near the watchtower,” she quipped.

“You also look ready for the new semester,” he said, with his eyes brazenly looking over the professor’s backside.

So, the spoiled little prick had a thing for plump asses. Zara knew she had an advantage here, and the Dean had better appreciate this favor.

“How did you manage to recognize me anyway?” she asked.

Of course, she already knew the answer to that. She was one of the few brown skinned adult women who lived in that area, and frankly, her ass was unforgettable. One look at her picture, and Zara was a woman you’d always remember.

Garrett thought fast. “I saw you coming down to the beach. I recognized your… ummm… face when I saw you. I saw your profile on the University’s website.”

“So that must mean you’ll be a student of mine next semester,” she said, sticking to the plan as if she didn’t know him.

“Not exactly. I’m still thinking things over.”

“Is that so?” she questioned. “What seems to be the hold up? I know I’m biased, but in my opinion, it’s the best University in that price range, with a stellar reputation and great academics. The athletic program is fantastic as well.”

“Trust me. I know all about the athletic program. I might join the swim team.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Mind if I sit next to you while we talk about this?”

Zara patted the beach blanket. “Please do. I could use the company.”

She sat upright and Garrett sat next to her on the blanket.

“Yeah, so I’m being recruited by a few Universities and I’ll make my decision soon.”

So far so good. Zara felt mildly ashamed for even agreeing to this plan, but her loyalty to the University was unmatched. Plus, if she were honest with herself, this was kind of fun. Really fun, in a shameful, guilty pleasure kind of way.

“I’m assuming you live around here?” she asked.

“Yep. Just a few blocks away from this beach actually. I live with my parents.”

A rich brat, she thought. Surely he could afford to move off into a dorm or rent a small place without having to worry about finances. Plus, for a guy like him, moving away would be an adventure.

This could be more challenging than she thought. It was time to take things to the next level.

“Why would you ever want to move?” she asked. “Your parents must have a nice home if you live around here. The University really is fantastic. What are you planning to major in, anyway?”

“I’d probably be an English major. And yeah, this area is awesome. But still, I might like to explore.”

She smiled, “What a coincidence. I’m an English professor.”

“Yeah, I know,” escort bursa he grinned. “The Dean told me all about you.”

There was a deviance in his voice and Zara wondered just how much the Dean had said. She was slightly miffed, even though she was in a bikini doing the Dean’s unholy bidding.

“You know Dean Keller?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yep. He’s personally trying to get me to join the swim team, which is cool. He’s also invited me to sit in during the first week of class. Which means I’ll be in your class, I guess. I hear your lectures are informative.”

There was another deviant grin from Garrett and Zara knew she needed another meeting with the Dean over this.

Just then, Zara’s phone beeped. Deep down, she hoped it was a last minute message from the Dean, instructing her to abort this recruitment mission. Then she’d be able to get dressed, leave, and never talk to this swimmer again. He had already seen far too much of her body.

But that was unlikely. It was probably one of her friends wanting to meet up for a last minute lunch appointment.

A dirty thought came to mind. Instead of wasting her time flirting with a student, why not finish the mission in one fell swoop? She’d be able to leave right after and tell Dean Keller that she honestly did her best. And she’d be telling the truth, too. This is the farthest she could go without violating her own personal ethics with a student.

“Excuse me,” she said politely. “I’m expecting an important message. School business, since classes are starting soon.”

Zara dramatically turned her whole body to the side to check her phone, and in the process, she made sure to twist her hips in the most seductive way possible. With a body like hers, she was positive that Garrett was checking her out. The only question was, how much, and how obscenely was he looking?

The text message was from her cousin regarding a birthday party this coming weekend. But she stared at her phone, acting as though it were something important.

After allowing Garrett a good long moment of alone time with her backside, Zara put her phone down and rolled back towards the young man. While turning her body in exaggerated slow movements, she wondered to herself just where Garrett’s eyes would be. As expected, his jaw was nearly in the sand. Garrett was all but drooling, and his eyes were down below her shapely waist. He was only caught for a split second and he expertly switched back to his normal self.

“Just as I thought,” she said. “It was a faculty member. I’m needed at the University for a last minute meeting. The Department Chairman wants to go over some curriculum changes to meet the new guidelines.”

“You’re leaving now?”

“I’m afraid so. It was nice meeting you, Garrett. I look forward to the first week of class. Who knows, maybe I’ll officially be your teacher someday? I teach several of the required courses for English majors, but you already knew that.”

He nodded and smiled. “I’ll definitely be seeing you, Professor Ebadi. I’m coming to the first week of class to check out… ehmm… the campus and how the courses are taught. I’m a very educationally minded guy.”

“I can tell. See you then, Garrett.”

They both stood, and naturally, she noticed the young man gazing over her bikini-clad body. It was a faint and subtle lookover, but like most women, she was able to detect it.

He insisted on making small talk as she got dressed. Zara gave him what he wanted, smiling and flirting with him as her oiled body gleamed under the sun. But when it was time to actually get dressed, she was surprised that he still lingered.

In a snap decision, she decided to get this over with. She turned around and picked up her tshirt, giving Garrett a bent-over view of her butt. She pulled on her tshirt and bent down again to get her shorts. It happened fast, but it was enough time for Garrett to have a good inspection.

She turned around and faced him. Garrett’s eyes were faster this time in looking away, and he simply grinned.

“By the way,” he said. “Isn’t there an upcoming International Festival or something?”

Zara winked. “It’s optional for students, but required for faculty. There’ll be plenty of great international food, too. I really look forward to it.”

“Sounds like something I should check out.”

“I’ll be wearing a traditional Persian outfit,” she instinctively said when Garrett mentioned that he’ll be ‘checking it out.’

She realized her odd response and said her final ‘bye’ for that morning. She rolled up her beach blanket, got her things, and gave him a wave before heading straight to her car.

***

The first day of class always has its nerves. Generally, new students were all the same on the first day, especially in a freshman course like English 101. They were anxious and wide-eyed, stepping into a new world of academia.

It would be mildly strange for Zara to soon be standing in a lecture hall full of these new students, dressed in her Persian outfit, but she was proud nonetheless. It was thin, bright red, and clung to her well-endowed frame. At home, she checked herself in the mirror at least a dozen times, front and back, wondering what the students would think of it.

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