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You’re going to a private beach to be alone…

Only you won’t be alone for long…

You are lying in the sun… Face down… When I find you, while walking on the beach… Just looking at you laying so peaceful and so naked… I can’t resist a closer look… I get close enough to realize that you’re sleeping and not totally naked… You’re wearing a thong… I take a seat next to you and just gaze for a long while… Then I notice the oil next to you…

I get some oil in my hands and start gently rubbing my hands across your back and over your shoulders… You gently stir… Look up at me… Smile and lay your head back down… So, I continue… Working my hands across your entire back… From your waist up and back down again…

After getting a little more oil… I start to massage your ass… You tighten your cheeks but eventually relax to my touch… I work my way down your muscular legs… Working each leg thoroughly… Then each foot…

Then you turn over for me…and I’m in total awe… I just state unbelievably at your tan smooth skin… Then my eyes are riveted to your cock… Which is now, hard as a rock… Barley hidden behind your thong…

I get more oil and start back up your legs… Nice thighs… My hand just barely brushes up against your cock while rubbing your thighs… You gasp slightly at my sudden touch… I work my way past your cock… Being careful not to touch you there…

Working my hands across your stomach and to your chest… I massage each arm… Then back to you chest… Your skin is so smooth and your body so buff… I Bostancı Escort can’t resist to taste you… I notice your eyes are closed and you’re relaxed…

Gently, I lower my head to your nipple… Slowly circle it with my tongue… Take it in my mouth and lightly nibble…You moan softly and deep… My fingers tweaking the other nipple…

Rubbing your chest and working my tongue across it… Slowly licking my way down the middle of your chest to your navel and across your stomach… I gently peel away your thong…

While kneeling next to you… I take your thick cock in my hands and admire the hell out of it… Slowly stroking it… A bit of precum forms at the tip of your cock… I lower my head and slightly lick the tip of your cock… Tasting your love juices…

Slowly take your whole cock deep in my mouth… Circling my tongue around your hard shaft… While taking you in and out of my mouth… Playing with your balls and pumping your cock… While sucking you hard…

Working my way down your cock… Sucking the thick veined part on the underside… Gently taking your balls in my mouth… Both at first, then one at a time… While stroking your cock… My thumb rubbing across the tip of your cock… Making your juices flow again…

You raise your knees and spread your legs for me… Working my way back further… Concentrating on that sensitive area between your balls and your ass… Gently licking around your asshole… My tongue teasing your hole… My hands cupping your firm cheeks… And I gently squeeze them… Spread them slightly Ümraniye Escort and delve deep into your ass with my tongue… Again, I hear a moan come from deep within you…

Working my way back to your balls… Then back to your throbbing cock… You lower your knees but keep your legs spread for me to kneel between them… You release my hair-tie… My long, blonde hair just falls around your thighs… You reach down and run your fingers through my hair and take a hold of the back of my head… You slightly rock your hips in motion with my head… Your hands are firm on the back of my head…

You tell me to turn my ass around… Startled by your first spoken words… I comply willingly… Your hands on my ass… Your tongue just teases the outside lips of my shaved pussy… Lightly brushing past my clit… Sending shivers up my spine… I start sucking your cock harder and faster…

You part my lips and run your tongue on the inside of my lips and to my clit… You flick you tongue across it gently… Driving me crazy with just the slightest touch… You insert your finger into my soaking wet pussy… Then two fingers… You finger fuck me with those nice thick fingers of yours… While working gently on my clit with your tongue… First licking lightly then sucking on it…

You remove your fingers and replace them with your tongue… You drive me to the point of no control… You can sense this and you tell me to stand up…

Then you take me in your arms… Plant a long, hot passionate kiss on me… Long, slow and deep… I can taste my Ataşehir Escort pussy juices from your mouth… You feel me getting weak…

You lower your head… Take my tits in your hands and gently lick each nipple… Then you take more in your mouth… Begin to nibble and then suck on them… My hands running through your hair…

You can tell I’m hot and ready… But you make me wait… Driving me to a frenzy… You come back to my lips… Kiss me deeply while driving your fingers deep into my pussy again… Your thumb working my clit… I start to moan and you need to have me now…

You turn me around… You turn my head back towards you for another deep passionate kiss… While caressing my tits… Your hands trace their way down my stomach to my oh so wet pussy… You start rubbing my clit… I feel like I’m going to burst… You bend me over… My hands in the sand… You just tease me with the tip of your cock… Rubbing it across my pussy… Back and forth… Then you insert the tip and slowly begin to slide your cock into my hot waiting pussy…

You make me beg for your cock… But, for now all I get is just the first few inches… You’ve got a hold of my hips… I tell you I need you… And to fuck me, please fuck me NOW…

You grab my shoulders and start to pick up the pace… Slamming me deeper and harder… You gather all my hair in one hand and hold on, while playing with my tits with the other hand…

Now, it’s your desires that are burning… I reach for the ground again and you my hips… Then you fuck me deep, hard and long… We both explode into a frenzy of sweat, heavy breathing and sheer ecstasy..

Exhausted… We fall asleep in each others arms… Right there on the beach… Only to wake up later and start all over again…

This story is dedicated to Rob…

With Love… From Dee J

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My cellie and I were woken up early one Thursday morning and told we had to move. Of course, neither of us was excited about that, and after a few questions, we found out that our cell was going to be painted and we would be back in a few days. It didn’t take us long to pack our stuff, and we were off to our temporary cell.

As it turned out, we had temporary single cells. Once used as segregation, or “the hole,” an entire pod had been converted to a short-term single-cell pod so the prison could repaint all the cells. Six other guys from our pod had come with us, making us the only eight guys in the entire pod. This was definitely going to be an interesting time. There was no doubt we would be there through the weekend, and now that we were getting settled in, I was looking forward to having a single cell for a few days.

On my second night there, I decided to stay up a little later than usual to enjoy being alone. I turned the lights off after lockdown, which was late since it was a Friday night. I found a movie with hot, young, scantily clad women then started playing with my cock, going slow since I knew I could take my time and not have to worry about being interrupted. I didn’t bother covering up. It was kind of chilly but nothing uncomfortable. Most of the COs that worked the pod were female, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before.

About fifteen minutes later, I noticed a shadow walk by the door, and I didn’t pay any attention to who it was. A moment later, the cell door opened. The sliding doors in this pod were a lot quieter than those in my regular pod, there was no echo through the pod, and all I heard was a barely audible click. It wasn’t until the cell started to light up that I realized the door was opening. I looked over and froze with my hard cock in my hand. I didn’t have a clue as to what was happening. There was a CO in the doorway motioning for the booth officer to close the door back. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, I couldn’t tell who had just come into the cell, but it was the silhouette of a woman.

“You look like you could use some company,” she said, untucking her shirt and starting to unbutton it at the same time, kicking her boots off.

I instantly recognized the voice. It was Leep. She had a very distinctive high-pitched, nasally voice, which was on the verge of annoying. Leep wasn’t the hottest CO at the prison, but she was easily in the top five. Her only real downfall was her nose; it was way too big for her face. She did have a nice body, at least what you could see through her manly CO uniform. I couldn’t believe Leep was in my cell undressing. I just sat there holding my cock as I watched her take her pants off. “Uh, yeah,” I finally replied, sitting up, “yeah, that sounds great.”

As soon as the words were out, I realized how stupid I sounded. By now, Leep was standing in the middle of the cell, half-naked, staring at me. “Ok, well, I’ve got my whole lunch hour,” she replied, taking a step toward me.

“Turn the lamp on before you come over,” I told her, pointing at my reading lamp clipped above the desk.

“Why?” she asked, stepping toward the lamp and reaching out for it.

“So, I can see you better,” I replied as she turned the switch, “I want to see how you look in the light. I’m going to enjoy this to the fullest.”

The lamp cast a dim, yellow glow throughout the cell, just enough light to see by. Leep was now standing at the end of my bunk, she still had her shirt on, but she had unbuttoned it, revealing her bra. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, and they mainly were lace, sky-blue in color with bright sun-yellow accents. Leep stood there for a moment, letting me take in the sight of her sexy, toned body before Leep crawled onto the bunk. She was sitting on her knees beside me, staring intently at my cock. “Keener told me you had a nice prick,” she said, moving a hand to my cock and grabbing it gently, “but, damn, I thought she was exaggerating.”

“Keener told you what happened, huh?” I asked, smiling.

Leep was still focused on my cock, and she was stroking it softly now with short strokes. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here,” she replied, moving my dick around and looking at it, “I had to see for myself, and I’m glad I did.”

As soon as she was finished speaking, she leaned forward and put her mouth on my cock. It had been a long time since I’d had a blowjob, and her warm, wet lips felt amazing on the head of my prick. She had Short, dark brown hair that she always kept pulled back into a short ponytail, so there was no need for her to hold her hair, and Leep used her free hand to gently cup my balls as she slid her lips down my shaft. Her unbuttoned shirt draped around her body, hiding it down to her waist. She arched her back, and her ass stuck up in the air. I was surprised. Her unflattering uniform hid her assets very well, she had wider hips than I’d expected, and her ass was plump and full.

I reached over and put a hand on her ass. It turned out she was wearing a thong, Ataşehir Escort and I grabbed all ass. I moved my hand up and hooked my thumb in the waistband of her panties. “We don’t have long,” I said, pulling her waistband out. “why don’t you stop wasting time and take these off.”

I moved my thumb, letting her waistband snap back against her creamy skin. Leep eased her mouth back up my shaft. She kept her hand on my balls and continued to slowly stroke my dick. “You don’t want me to suck you off?” she asked, looking up at me confused.

“I’d rather fuck you,” I told her.

“Ok,” Leep replied, sitting back up on her knees.

She wasted no time hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her lacy thong and pushed them down. My attention instantly went to her crotch, and I could hardly wait to see what her pussy looked like. She closed her legs enough to let her panties fall to the bunk. I was not disappointed. Leep was shaved bald, and her fatty little labia hid her inner lips nicely. I half expected her inner lips to hang down a little as Keener’s had. She moved to take her panties off, lifting her knee and spreading her legs a little. I reached over and cupped her pussy, slipping my middle fingers between her lips. She was already unbelievably wet.

Leep inhaled quietly as she freed one ankle from her twisted panties. She left them around her other leg and moved into position on my lap. I kept my fingers between her pussy lips the entire time. Once she was on my lap, I tried easing them inside her and was surprised again, this time by how tight her fuckhole was. I couldn’t work my two fingers inside of her. How was she going to get my cock in her, I wondered? “So, you want me to do all the work, huh?” she asked playfully, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from her.

She put my fingers in her mouth and sucked as she gently grabbed my prick with her free hand. After a few seconds, she pulled my fingers out of her mouth and let go of my wrist. “I love the way my pussy tastes.”

She aimed my cock at her pussy and split her lips with the tip. With my cock firmly between her pussy lips, she leaned back, putting her hands on my knees. Her pussy was perfect. It was a sexy, light pink color, and her lips were petite. I looked up at her. Her body was just as impressive. Leep still had her shirt and bra on, but now I could tell just how small and toned she was. We made eye contact, and she smiled a little as she bit her lower lip. “Are you ready, baby?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Leep spread her legs to lower herself down on my throbbing fucker. I ran my hands up along the inside of her silky inner thighs. She started moaning about halfway down my shaft, which is when I started using my thumb to massage her clit. It felt like I was putting my cock in a vise. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” I said, moving my free hand up her side.

“Oh, fuck,” she growled through clenched teeth, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she reached the base of my cock, “it feels like your gonna rip my cunt open.”

We were both still for a moment, each of us trying to adjust to the other. I grabbed one of her breasts over her bra. “Take your shirt off so we can get you outta this bra,” I told her.

“hold my back,” she replied, lifting her head and looking back at me. I moved my hand around to the small of her back, holding her up when she took her hands off my knees. “The clasp is in the front,” she said, unhooking her bra and letting the cups fall.

Leep’s tits were on the small side, a B-cup at best, but they were nicer than most. They were nice and round, and they stayed in place when she let her bra fall. Her nipples were clearly hard, like erasers. Her areolas were a dark pink and perfectly round, about the size of nickels. “Are you on birth control?” I asked, looking back up at her face.

“No.”

“Well, just so you know, I’m not pulling out,” I told her.

“I don’t care,” she replied, “it’s been a long time since I’ve had unprotected sex and even longer since I’ve had a guy cum in me. The last time was back in high school, and I miss the way it feels.”

“High school?” I asked, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Oh, ok,” I replied, “When was your last period?”

“A couple of weeks. Honestly, if you cum in me, it’s, like, fifty-fifty that you’ll knock me up,” she replied, putting her hands on my knees as she leaned back again.

“Oh, darlin’, I haven’t been laid in months, so there’s no if,” I told her, running my hands up her sides, “I’m going to drop this four-month load deep in your tight, young cunt.”

“Ok, if that’s what you want,” she replied, “at least you warned me. Keener told me you didn’t even tell her you came.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of creampie surprising Keener. “Yeah, well, she got what she deserved. She’s a whore,” I replied.

“Yeah, maybe, but she did get pregnant right around that time, and it wasn’t her husband’s,” she said, as she began gyrating her hips a little.

“Didn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort she also got walked out of here one night when she was caught with a sergeant balls deep in ‘er in a cleaning closet?” I asked.

“She told me she was already pregnant when that happened,” Leep replied, “plus, she said he didn’t finish.”

“I don’t really give a fuck,” I told her, “why are we talking about Keener anyway? Would you rather I think about her right now? She’s hotter anyway.”

“Maybe her face is cuter, but my body is far better than hers, and you know it,” she replied, gyrating her hips faster and wiggling her shoulders, “so, real quick, why did you warn me?”

“What? About cumming in you?”

“Yeah, after talking to Keener, I already expected you to do it. So, why did you warn me? I mean, it’s not like you gave me a choice,” she said.

“I don’t know. I like you better, I guess, and Keener and I didn’t talk much,” I replied, “besides, Keener’s a fuckin’ whore, a cum-bucket. So, I treated her like one.”

Leep stopped moving her hips. “Oh,” was all she said in reply.

“Am I wrong?”

Leep shrugged her shoulders. I moved my hands down to Leep’s hips, and I didn’t have to encourage her much to move her hips again. “You’ve got a sexy, little pussy,” I told her.

“Thanks. Your cock is so fuckin’ awesome,” Leep replied as she looked down between us and pointed at her stomach just above her belly button, “it feels like you’re all the way in my stomach.”

I had moved one of my hands back to her mons, so I could use my thumb to massage her distended clit again. Leep moved her hips around, but she wasn’t moving up and down my cock at all, and I was a long way from cumming. “Do you cum easy?” I asked her.

“Keep playing with my clit,” she whispered, between quiet moans.

I did just that. It wasn’t long, and I felt Leep’s pussy starting to clench around my cock. She wasn’t moving her hips as much, and I could tell she was about to cum. I eased my hand from her hip to the small of her back and then up between her shoulder blades. “C’ mere,” I told her, pulling her to me.

Leep leaned forward and put her forearms on my shoulders, intertwining her fingers behind my head. “Are you cumming?” I asked, whispering in her ear.

I kept circling her clit with my thumb and applied a little more pressure. I rubbed her soft, smooth back at the same time, encouraging her to get closer to me.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, now obviously in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Leep was trembling. I pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded instantly, tightening her arms around my neck and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I held her tight as she rode out her orgasm. After a few seconds, her body went limp. “Are you ok?” I asked playfully.

“Oh, god, yes,” she replied breathlessly. “your cock is fuckin’ amazing. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t believe I came that hard from just having you inside me while you played with my clit.”

“Really? The most intense, huh?” I asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic as I thought to myself, “Why do all women say that?”

Leep obviously caught my sarcasm, “Yes, really,” she replied, sitting back so she could look at me.

She was covered in a layer of sweat and fine hairs that weren’t pulled back in her ponytail were stuck to her forehead. I put my thumb back on her clit and she instantly started quivering and her pussy got noticeably tighter around my prick. “You’re only the fifth guy I’ve ever been with.”

I grabbed Leep’s ass cheeks and lifted her up. “Oh, yeah?” I asked.

My cock was covered with her warm pussy juices and throbbed as the cool air hit it. “Yeah,” she replied, giving me a coy smile, “and you’re way bigger than my vibrator too.”

We looked at each other for a long moment then Leep grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from her ass and placed them on her tits firmly. She moaned as she eased herself back down on my throbbing shaft. She was still incredibly tight, and this wasn’t going to get me off. I moved my hands around to her back and laid her over on my bunk on her back without my dick coming out of her. I was now on top of her, between her legs, as we laid awkwardly on my narrow bunk. “Aww…” Leep teased, “you want to make love to me missionary, huh?”

I tried pushing my cock deeper into her, but it started to bend in the middle. “Would you like that?” I asked.

Leep bit her lower lip and nodded. “Too bad, slut,” I replied, sitting up on my knees.

My dick slipped out of Leep’s pussy and I was shocked she wasn’t gaping open, even a little. Her fuckhole closed completely and her lips touched. She definitely had a sexy, little, pink pussy. I grabbed both of her legs behind her knees and lifted them up, holding them together. “When was the last time you had your pussy eaten?” I asked her.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve done anything, like, a year or more,” she replied, “and I don’t think Kartal Escort the last guy ate me out. But I don’t know how much time I have left, you don’t ha…”

She didn’t have a chance to finish before my mouth was on her tight, wet cunt. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and licked all the way up to her clit, lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue before licking back down again. Leep’s pussy was saturated with her cum and she tasted kind of sweet, it was no wonder she was anxious to taste herself. I moved my hands down to her ass cheeks and spread them open, using my tongue to rub around her puckered asshole. Leep inhaled sharply. I moved down, quickly giving her little taint a kiss before lightly licking her asshole again. She started to moan quietly as I slid a couple of fingers into her well-lubed twat. She was still tight, and I had to push hard to get my fingers all the way in her, all the while I licked her anal rim. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her ass causing Leep to nearly scream out, “Oh, fuck!”

“Easy, girl,” I said, looking around her legs and pully my fingers out of her snatch,

“Sorry,” she whispered, “no one’s ever licked my ass before.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I put my wet fingers at her asshole and kissed her clit. I applied a little pressure on her anal opening and to my surprise she pushed down, easing my finger into her ass to the first knuckle. I began eating her pussy, licking slowly between her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. I kept pushing my finger into her ass, and she kept pushing down. It didn’t take long before my entire finger was buried in her tight asshole. Leep was moaning like a whore in heat. I decided to see how she would react to me trying to get another finger in her ass. She didn’t resist at all, and it wasn’t long before I had two fingers all the way in her ass. “I think I’m going to cum again,” she moaned.

“You like having your tight, little asshole fingered, don’t you, slut?” I asked her.

Leep didn’t answer me, she was lost in another orgasm. Her body quivered again as she moaned. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and sat up on my knees. As much as I enjoyed eating her pussy and fingering her asshole, I was desperate to have my aching cock back inside of her tight cunt. I noticed she still had her panties tangled around her foot and ankle, so I took them off and wiped her dripping pussy with the crotch. “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

“Wiping your cum on your panties so they smell like you,” I replied.

“Why?”

“You didn’t think you were getting these back, did you?”

“Well, I, uh…”

“No. I’m keeping them,” I told her, “just like I kept Keener’s”

“You still have Keener’s panties?”

“Yeah. She didn’t tell you that?” I asked.

Before she could answer I tossed her skimpy panties onto the desk behind me then grabbed my cock and aimed it at her pussy. “What do you do with them?” she asked.

I parted her pussy lips with the tip of my dick and slid it along her wet sex crack. “I smell them while I beat my dick and think about how good her pussy felt, especially when I came in her by surprise,” I told her, moving my cock and sliding the length along her clit, eliciting another gasp as her body trembled.

“Are you gonna sniff mine when you jerk off now? She asked, trying to steady her voice.

“Of course,” I replied, still working my shaft over her pussy lips and clit, “so far, you’re the better fuck, and your pussy is a lot tighter.”

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” she said.

“What?” I asked, not sure if she was referring to what I said or the feeling of my cock over her clit.

“All of it,” she replied, “telling me I’m better than Keener and rubbing my pussy with your big dick while telling me it’s tighter than hers.”

I didn’t respond, it was time to fuck her. I pulled back enough to line my prick up with her fuckhole. “Are you ready to make me cum, slut?” I asked, pushing forward slightly, waiting for her response.

“Oh, god, yes,” she replied softly, “fuck me and cum inside me, baby.”

Without warning, I slammed my cock in her pussy. “Aww… fuck!” Leep screamed out.

“That’s it. Scream, slut,” I told her.

I pushed Leep’s legs forward, all the way to her chest, putting all my weight on them as I continued to fuck her tight pussy hard and deep. I was taking my time, driving my cock into her at a slow, steady pace. She grunted as she took the full, unforgiving force of me repeatedly slamming my fuck-spike into her. “Oh, god, fuck me, baby,” she moaned between grunts.

I sped up, fucking her even harder. The cell was filled with the sounds of Leep’s grunts and moans, our pelvises slapping together, and the sloppy sound of her drenched cunt taking my cock as I pounded away at her. Once I was able to get set in a good, steady pace I was surprised, I didn’t last much longer. “I’m gonna cum in you,” I told her.

“Yes, do it, baby. Cum inside my pussy,” she replied in a sexy moan, “I wanna feel you fill me up.”

I slammed my throbbing fucker into her one last time and unloaded nearly four months worth of semen deep in her tight cunt. I lost count after the fifth pump, and I wasn’t close to finished yet. “Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum too,” she moaned.

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Brian lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling as the fan spun on its slowest setting, wondering if he’d been right to break it off with Carla. On the one hand, she was sexy, funny and amazing in bed. Like, REALLY amazing in bed. If he was honest with himself, that was why he’d kept it going for four months when he’d known it was over after a month.

He just couldn’t get Jamie out of his head, and he didn’t feel the deep emotional connection he’d longed to feel with Carla. Maybe he was broken. Carla had understood, and despite the tears she’d cried when he finally told her, he could tell she knew it wasn’t working, and they’d parted as friends, lamenting that they’d met at the wrong time.

Only now, a month after that awful night, here he found himself at 10 on a Saturday night with nothing to do. Ricky had hit him up a few hours earlier about heading out to the strip club, but Brian knew that was just a cock tease that left you with a massive case of blue balls.

For about the 50th time that week, he pulled out his phone, opened the app store and stopped just short of downloading a dating app. He’d never been on one, having been married before they were a thing, back when meeting someone on the Internet would not turn out to be a potential mate, but a potential murderer, and he still hadn’t worked past his aversion to them. At least that’s what he told himself. What he really feared was seeing Jamie on one of them. Probably a photo with him cut out of it.

Brian wondered if Jamie was still with the asshole he’d caught her cheating with. He hoped not. He hoped she’d felt the heartbreak of losing everything after fucking him over.

His phone buzzed, and he flipped to the text screen to see a new one from Ricky.

“I’m out front, asshole. Get down here, and let’s go.” It was accompanied by a selfie of Ricky flipping him off.

Brian laughed, shrugged his shoulders, checked himself in the mirror and headed for the door.

“Alright, you win,” he said as he slid into the back seat. He recognized the other two guys in the car as Ricky’s friends from college, Karl and Isaac.

“Fuck yeah, let’s see some titties,” Isaac shouted, and Brian realized he was wasted. This might turn out to be a long night.

They arrived at the club about an hour later thanks to some traffic and a pit stop for Isaac. It was on the outskirts of town and was the best one with fully nude dancers, therefore no alcohol, which, Brian guessed, was why Isaac had been pre-gaming so hard.

Brian handed his $40 over to the bouncer on the way in, got an ID check and then turned the corner and followed a hallway lined with posters of upcoming pornstar features. He saw that tonight didn’t have a feature, and he frowned. He’d never seen a pornstar dance live, and he was hoping one of his favorites would be dancing tonight. Oh well.

Around another corner, the hallway opened up to a large room with a stage at each end, and Brian could see the place was pretty busy, with girls dancing on each stage and a host of them walking through the tables and hitting up the guys for lapdances.

They made their way to an open table near the middle of the room, which was about the farthest from either stage.

“Fuck, dude, I can’t see the dancers from here,” Isaac complained. “I’m going up to the stage. You all coming?”

Karl jumped up to join him, leaving Ricky and Brian at the table as the server came and took their drink orders.

“You’ve been bumming me out lately, man,” Ricky said when the waitress had left. “I’m glad you came out tonight, though.”

Brian shrugged. “It’s been a bummer of a year, I guess. Hopefully getting better.”

Ricky gave Brian an encouraging look, but Brian didn’t want to get into a deep conversation about feelings in the middle of a strip club. Or maybe ever, really.

“Hey handsome,” came a soft voice from his side. Brian fought the urge to roll his eyes, but he knew it was part of the gig. He turned and smiled politely, and would have done a double take if he’d been able to look away at all.

Sparkling brown eyes were the first thing he noticed. And of course the glitter on the olive skin under them helped with the illusion. Jet-black hair fell down around her shoulders, which were bare, given that she was wearing a skimpy emerald green strapless top that hugged her slender torso and ended at a bare midriff with a sexy navel piercing showing over matching panties. Silky-looking white thigh-high stockings drew his eyes down her shapely legs to her feet, on which she wore green stiletto heels — of course. But he drew his eyes back up to her face, drinking in the subtle red hue of her lipstick and the poutiness of her lips as her hand came to rest on his shoulder.

She leaned forward, lowering her face to his level and giving him a great shot of her cleavage as she smiled, and he cursed himself for so quickly falling under her spell.

“I’m Esmerelda,” she said. “Mind if I have a seat?”

“Sure,” Brian said, his mouth dry and his heart racing.

She Kartal Escort seductively pivoted and bent over, showing a perfect ass, as she lowered herself into his lap. His cock went rigid, and she slithered side to side ever so slightly, letting him know she could feel it, and making his heart race more, as she put both arms around his neck.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, Brian,” he said, sounding like a grunting Neanderthal.

She smiled. “Well, uh, Brian, it’s nice to meet you.”

The scent of her perfume intoxicated him. The feeling of her fingertips on the back of his neck as she toyed with his hairline and the insistent throbbing in his pants all led him to block out everything else, even the ability to speak.

“Get a dance, dude!” Ricky said. “Come on, I’ll buy the first one,” he added, pulling a few notes out of his wallet and handing them to Esmerelda.

She took the cash, smiled a dazzling smile at Brian, then slid off his lap, sending a shockwave of pleasure as her ass rubbed across his straining cock, took his hand and gently pulled him up, leading him back toward a door.

“Where are we going?” Brian asked dumbly.

“He gave me enough for the private room,” she said.

“Oh. Nice.”

Brian was getting his wits back as they walked through the door to a darker room that, had it been configured just a little differently, could have been a high-end restaurant with those big, wraparound booths built to give diners that private, intimate setting and let them block out the rest of the world. Except here, there were no tables, which gave the girls room to dance while the men sat on comfortably upholstered benches along the walls. And instead of being fully open to the aisles, a half-wall jutted out from one side for added privacy.

Brian tried to glance into a few of them as they passed, and he only caught glimpses of a few girls dancing in the dim lights.

“Let’s go back here, it’s more private,” Esmerelda said, squeezing his hand and leading him around the corner of the L-shaped space and back to a unit where the hall dead-ended.

Brian sat down where she indicated, up against the wall, noticing that the only way anyone could see in would be if they walked all the way to the dead end and turned specifically to look in. His heart raced, but he assumed there was a bouncer whose job was to do just that.

Esmerelda sat down next to him on the bench and he instinctively put his arm around her shoulders, teasing at her hair with a fingertip.

“So what brings you in here tonight?”

“Oh, my friends were coming and told me I needed to come with them.”

“You didn’t want to?” she asked, a fake pout on her lips.

“Not initially, no, but I’m pretty fucking happy I did,” he said with a laugh.

“I am, too,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

Brian laughed. “What’s your real name, by the way?”

She grinned. “You think I’m not really Esmerelda?”

He shook his head.

“Well,” she said, “I don’t think we have time to talk about that just now, since your song is about to come on.”

He realized the song playing throughout the club was coming to an end, and she stood up, turning to face him, her hands on her hips.

The music started, and she made eye contact, holding it as she began gyrating to the music, working toward him. She leaned forward, and her breasts bulged at the skimpy top, making his breath catch in his throat.

She continued forward, placing her hands on the back of the booth on either side of his shoulders, then snapped her head forward, flinging her hair over him as she brought her face in to the crook of his neck, exhaling hot air over his bare skin that made him tingle.

He felt her smooth skin as she nuzzled his neck slightly, then ran her hands down the sides of his arms, found his hips pressed against the back of the bench, and continued on until she gripped him behind the knees.

With a sharp tug, she pulled him forward until he was slouching low in the seat.

“What is this, your first time?” she said mockingly but not unkindly.

“Uh, yeah,” he muttered.

She pulled back and cocked her head slightly. “Really?”

He grinned sheepishly and nodded. “My wife’s rule was always to look but not touch.”

“Well, I’m doing all the touching, so we aren’t breaking any rules. Just sit back, get hard and enjoy.”

She spun around and bent over, her perfectly formed ass a beautiful sight as the thin G-string left almost nothing to the imagination. Gyrating a few times, she lowered her ass onto his crotch and slid up and down, side to side, and he felt himself obeying the second command she’d just given him.

She knew what she was doing, he thought as she maneuvered her cheeks to either side of his rock-hard cock and stroked up and down as she ground on him. He felt himself straining and began rocking his hips slightly to meet her rhythm.

“Mmm, that’s fun,” she said, turning around and dropping to her knees on the floor in front of him, her head between Yakacık Escort his thighs and the dark pools of her eyes glinting in the dim light.

Moving forward, she buried her face in his crotch, exhaled so forcefully he felt the warmth of her breath work through his pants and onto his dick, and then she moved upward, pressing her breasts against him as she reached down to the base of her top and began working it upward.

“Want me to take this off?”

“Fuck yes.”

She reached forward again, gripping the back of the bench, then heaved herself upward, landing in his lap and slipping her legs behind him on the seat, locking her ankles together against the small of his back.

Gyrating on him, she then gripped her top and slowly pulled it up, her tits straining as the bottom slid upward, until finally it popped free, and her pert breasts were exposed, inches from his face. The olive skin was free of tan lines, and the nipples were several shades darker than the surrounding skin.

He couldn’t take his eyes off them.

Achingly slowly, she leaned forward until the very tip of her left nipple grazed his face, running along his cheek, before catching at his lip before quickly jerking past.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said.

He subconsciously raised his hand and brushed the small of her back as he leaned forward and she grabbed his head, forcing his face between her breasts.

His hand roamed down to her ass, and he took one of her cheeks in it, squeezing it firmly as she gripped his head and slowly tilted it upward to meet her eyes.

“I thought you weren’t allowed to touch,” she said with mock seriousness, waving an index finger in his face.

“That was before she fucked another guy. All bets are off now, since she’s my ex-wife.”

She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered. “You should have said something earlier.”

Then she ran her face down to his neck, gave him a quick kiss where it met his collarbone, and flicked her tongue out, tracing a line up to his jaw as she brought her lips to his for the briefest of pecks.

“Oh yes,” came a barely recognizable noise from the back of his throat.

He ran his hands up her side then, gripping her breasts and playing with her nipples with his thumbs.

“You’re not supposed to do that.” she said, glancing back to the entryway to the booth.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said, jerking his hands back.

Whispering in his ear again, she said, “It’s ok. I don’t mind a bad boy now and then. I just hate when guys try to go for my pussy.”

“I can only imagine,” he said, rolling his eyes as he brought his right hand up and traced the outline of her breast with his fingertips, delighting as he saw her nipple stiffen.

“They think since I’m dancing on them that they get to do whatever they want. I don’t mind some fun and flirting, but trying to finger me, well, that’s fucked up.”

“Yeah,” he said, unable to say anything else as she pressed her hard nipple between his lips and leaned forward.

He sucked it and flicked it with his tongue, running his hand down her back to grip her ass again, delighting in the feel of her weight on him.

She stood up in front of him, and as he leaned forward to get close to her, she stiff-armed him, and gently pushed him back against the bench, a smile on her face.

Slowly, gyrating her hips to the beat, she hooked the sides of her panties with her thumbs and worked them down sideways, bringing them lower with agonizing slowness.

The top of the panties pulled out and began folding down as the fabric clung to her folds, and millimeter by millimeter, she showed off her shaved vagina, tantalizing him with the curvature of her skin, until it exposed the top of her pussy.

“Damn,” he whispered as she slid the panties the last bit down, showing him all she had as the bottom of the panties clung to the very bottom of her pussy before pulling free, a thin line of wetness briefly stretching before breaking and disappearing.

Panties now on the ground, she walked forward and put one foot up on the seat next to him, which spread her lips slightly, giving him a perfect view of the only place in the world he wanted to be at that moment.

“Unh,” an involuntary half-moan escaped unbidden, and he laughed at himself as she smiled.

“So, I take it you’re a fan?” she said with a mocking smile.

His cock throbbing against his pants, he nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and she reached behind his head, then coaxed him forward, bringing him closer to her.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he fought the urge to bury his face in her fleshy folds.

“What do you want to do?” she asked, coquettishly.

“What I just said,” he murmured, and she laughed.

Glancing back at the doorway, she lowered herself back into his lap.

“We’re not supposed to do this with the panties off,” she said. “But you said you’re a bad boy now.”

“Mmhmm.”

Sliding her hips forward, she brought her pussy closer to his Kadıköy Escort crotch as his dick did everything it could to rip through his pants.

She tilted her head sideways and brought her lips to his, a lingering kiss that sent a shockwave through his body.

“Holy shit,” he said. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Why crazy?” she asked, a pout forming on her lips.

“Because I know it’s all a tease,” he said with a laugh.

“Hmmm, I can see why that would drive you crazy.” She put a hand on his chest, then ran it downward, halting at his belt buckle. “What if I undo this?”

“That sounds good,” he said. “Do whatever you want.”

She giggled and undid the belt buckle, then pulled it all the way off and tossed it aside. She flattened her hand on his fly and brought it downward, feeling for his shaft.

“Mmm, this is a nice size,” she said as she gripped it against his thigh.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, making a conscious effort not to lose control of himself.

Bringing her hand back up to his waist, she thumbed open the button on his pants before tickling his stomach with her fingertips and sliding her hand inside his boxer briefs and working her way down to grip him.

He felt her soft fingers curl around his shaft and the searing sensation as she pulled his cock upward, rubbing the head against the fabric of his boxer briefs as she positioned it so the tip was up, aiming at his belly button. She gave a quick half-squeeze and ran her fingers from the base to the tip, which protruded slightly beyond the waistline of his pants.

“Oh jeez,” he breathed as she put her arms on his shoulder and, looking him in the eyes, started shifting her hips farther up his thighs in tune to the music.

“How much is all this costing me?” he asked, his gut suddenly wrenching at the thought. Though, truth be told, he didn’t really give a fuck.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “You stopped paying at the end of the last song,” she said. “Of course I love a tip, but this one’s on me.”

“Oh, you’re for sure getting a tip,” he said.

She glanced down, then back up at him and smiled sultrily. “I can see that it’s a big one, too.”

He laughed, and then his breath caught as she slid herself upward, her bare pussy pressing down on his pants at the base of his cock, sending a rush of blood into it as his eyes rolled back in pleasure at her touch.

“Holy fuck!”

Shimmying up and down, left and right, she rubbed her pussy against his cock. He shifted his weight under her, pressing upward and grinding against her as well.

“Ugh,” she muttered, then reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his thighs, leaving just his boxer briefs between his cock and her pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned as she resumed her gyrations, and he gripped her ass, squeezing hard as she kept her rhythm on the base of his shaft.

He tried to thrust his hips forward to bring the exposed head of his cock against her pussy, but she met his movements, keeping tantalizingly out of reach.

“You’re getting me so wet,” she whispered in his ear, holding herself against him, which felt nice but also kept his cock just out of range of where it most wanted to be.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he said.

“Hold it as long as you can. I’m having too much fun,” she said.

“Uuuaaaahhhh,” he groaned as she stroked up and down, soaking his underwear against his cock but staying just out of reach of the head.

“Not yet, baby,” she murmured, and she convulsed slightly.

He buried his head in her neck and flicked his tongue in the hollow around her collarbone, kneading her ass with his hands as she mock-rode him, and he felt himself starting to lose control.

“I’m so fucking close,” he muttered.

She reached down to his shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth motion, pressing her naked body against his bare chest.

“Just a little more,” she said, continuing to grind. “Tell me when you’re going to lose it.”

He felt the hardness building even harder as her pussy ran up and down his length, and it was somehow even more exquisite than if he had been inside her.

“I’m seriously going to lose it,” he moaned.

She stopped her movements, and he tried to keep the rhythm by sliding under her, but she lifted off slightly.

“Tell me what you want, hon,” she said in a low voice.

“You. God,” he moaned.

She grinned, kissed him on the lips, flicked her tongue against his, then thrust it into his mouth as he opened it to accept her, and then she pressed her pussy against his stomach, sliding down until it almost reached the engorged head of his cock, halted slightly, then thrust her hips downward.

He felt the fleeting warm embrace as her lips parted over the head of his cock and she slid over him, not letting him in but engulfing him in the heat emanating from her, and he felt the wetness coat the tip of his penis as she slid past, and then he lost control, shooting a huge load of cum upward to the point where their bare stomachs met, and she lowered herself further as he continued to cum, her soft skin sliding over his cock until it popped up between her breasts and halfheartedly shot out the last bit of cum onto her cleavage.

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Chapter 01: Moving Violation

“Sing it back, bring it back, sing it back to me!” Both front windows were open and my hair tangled around my face in the breeze as I drove down the empty back road, singing loudly as I pleased along with the radio. I was felling giddy and lighthearted, having just had a lively night out clubbing with a handful of my best girlfriends, dancing, flirting, laughing, celebrating my old roommate Diana’s first night out with the gang since she had had her baby. As a designated driver I had steered clear of the booze, but the heady mix of a trip into the city, loud thumping music, sweating sexy dancers, and the good company of fine friends had been intoxicating enough to have me behaving a bit carelessly as I drove, exceeding the posted speed limit by probably a good ten miles per hour. But it was after 2 am, it’s an old deserted logging road through the middle of the woods, who would care? I thought as I sang and bounced in my seat.

I suppose I should not have been so very surprised to see the red and blue flashing lights come up in the rearview mirror, seemingly out of nowhere in the blackness of the night. “Well, shiiiiiiit,” I groaned aloud to myself, easing the car over to the side. As I waited for the officer to approach I snuck a quick glance at my face in the mirror: I had been in fine flirting form earlier in the evening, was dressed just sluttily enough to be appealing without looking like a hooker, and I was hoping maybe acting a bit cute and girly might just help me get out of this situation with a warning instead of a ticket. Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying.

“May I see your license and registration please ma’am.”

I turned to the window and looked up. And up. My, my, was he tall. And fit. And fine. He was massive, but not big and beefy, just tall and solid and put tight together. His eyes were the color of a glacier, and his expression just as cool. The way the headlights from his patrol car illuminated his finely chiseled face in profile added to his tangible aura of power and authority. I am not the sort of female who goes weak in the knees at the sight of any man in a uniform, but the way he filled his made me squirm a bit in my seat. ‘This,’ I thought to myself, ‘is the sexiest man I have seen all night, and tonight, I have seen many.’

“Of course,” I answered, flashing my best why-hello-there-handsome smile, feeling on the passenger seat for my handbag, not finding it. I looked on the floor and in the back, slowly realizing I must have left it at Diana’s house when I dropped her off and went in to coo over the sleeping baby. Oh, no. “I’m so sorry, Officer, I must have just left my bag at my friend’s house just before,” I smiled again nervously.

I watched as his eyes traveled down from my face to my well-displayed cleavage, then back to meet mine, his expression unchanging. He folded his arms across his chest and I silently admired his biceps bulging against the confines of his shirtsleeves. “So what you’re telling me is you have no license,” he said firmly.

“No. I mean, I do, it’s just – I was just at –”

“Step out of the vehicle please ma’am.”

I took a deep breath. I have never had any problems with the law before and had a clean driving record. I wondered how much trouble I could be in now as I slowly opened the door. As I stepped one foot out, I knew he was able to get a good quick view of my underpants as my thighs parted under my short skirt. I rose and straightened it self-consciously, my cool sexy-chick persona shaken by the realization that I might actually not be able to flirt my way out of this one. His unflappable demeanor seemed to indicate he would have none of such nonsense. This, although it unnerved me, only made him seem that much more desirable. Damn.

He pointed towards his patrol car. “Would you walk to the front of my car, please.”

It occurred to me he must think I had been drinking. “I wasn’t drinking sir, I was the designated driver, I’ll be happy to take a breathalyzer,” I offered hopefully.

“Just walk.” Ataşehir Escort A short, sharp order.

I complied. Despite my sobriety, my knees felt weak and I was afraid I would stumble as I carefully made my way to his car. Reaching it, successfully I hoped, I turned back to face him.

He walked over to stand in front of me in a few long, confident strides. I felt my heart begin to race and held my breath, noticing again how utterly gorgeous he was. My feelings were a pounding jumble of fear, lust, confusion, and excitement, and there was an undeniable stirring in my groin. “Am I going to be arrested?” I asked him, my voice trembling.

He continued just staring at me, said nothing. I was paralyzed. His eyes moved over my body and I could feel myself growing warm and wet between my legs. I shivered. The warm late spring air of the evening had become slightly chilly as the night had taken over, but I knew it was not just the cold that had made me shake a bit.

Finally he spoke. “Pull your skirt up to your waist.”

My jaw dropped and I tried to vocalize a protest, but none came out. He fixed me with a sharp look. After a moment I closed my mouth, and complied.

“Remove your underpants.”

My head swam. On one hand, I knew there was so many things fundamentally not right with this situation. It was so beyond anything I’d ever had happen to me before, not to mention unbelievably outside the law. I knew he had no right to do this and to some extent feared what he could do to me if I refused – all the power was his at this moment. Also, even though this old road was almost never used by anyone except the tiny handful of residents at its far end, we were undeniably exposed in the unlikely event any cars did come by. However, I recognized that I actually had no wish to disobey his orders, and that I was wetter and more turned on at this moment than I could ever remember. The thought of being forced to reveal myself to this magnificent, omnipotent stranger, the ever-so-tiny possibility of being happened upon by one of my neighbors…

I slid the satiny material down my bare legs and slipped it over my sandals. He took the panties out of my shaking hand and stuffed them into his breast pocket. “Now spread your legs a bit,” he commanded.

I did as told and bit my lip as I watched him pull his nightstick from his belt. I confess my heart jumped, wondering if I’d made a very bad choice indeed – surely he was not going to hit me? I sucked in a deep breath, tasting the clean piney air. It seemed as though everything was in slow motion as he moved it towards me, as though I was watching a scene in a film. Slowly, teasingly, he began to rub the tip of it back and forth through my slickened pussy lips – the sensations suddenly, shockingly real – then eased about two inches of it inside of me. I cried out and felt for the car behind me to steady myself as my knees buckled, forcing it further up into my cunt. A faint flicker of a smile crossed his face for just a second, and then his emotionless expression returned. I moaned and leaned further back on the car as he worked the club in and out of me, surprisingly gently, pushing in, twisting it, pulling it out again. I could hear my sharp cries echoing off the trees in the otherwise silent night.

After a few minutes he pulled it out of me completely and pulled me back up by grabbing my blouse in his huge, strong hand. He held the stick, shining with my juice, in front of my face. “Suck it clean,” he ordered. I opened my mouth and took it in, tasting my warm oceany sweetness. I watched his face as I sucked and licked the stick. He held my gaze confidently as he replaced it into his belt.

Suddenly, before I could know it was happening, he had slapped the metal cuffs on both my wrists, spun me around, and pushed me roughly face down on the hood of the car. I panicked for a moment at my complete helplessness, “No! No!” I struggled vainly to stand and kicked one leg behind me into empty air. “Please, I’m sorry, no!”

He leaned over me, Kadıköy Escort his entire body covering mine. I was terrified and thrilled at how totally engulfed I felt under his bulk. “Ssssssshhhhh,” he growled softly, not unkindly, his lips at my ear. He stroked my hair and I felt his breath on the side of my face, warm and moist. “Sshh,” he repeated. It was oddly comforting, his voice so close, his weight above me, although surely I was still just as powerless. I gulped and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths to calm myself. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his trousers. It felt very good, laying there underneath him, that hardness straining through the material against my cheek. Safe, even.

I let my breath out in a long, low sigh. “Okay,” I said in a small voice.

I could feel more than see him nod his head, and he stood behind me again. The hood of the car was warm from the engine beneath me, and the breeze cool across my exposed backside as I heard him unzipping his trousers. My cunt muscles twitched in anticipation. My few moments of terror had ebbed into an agonizing longing to feel his hard length inside of me. Although I’m sure it was only seconds, it seemed ages before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my slit. He left it there for a few more seconds, an exquisite torture. In my position I had no leverage to push back against him, to take what I wanted. My muscles continued to clench and release, trying to pull at his cock, trying to pull him into me and I heard my own voice moaning softly, “Please, please.”

I am not sure but I thought I heard him give a low chuckle, just before he suddenly rammed the full length of his shaft into me in one stroke, my wetness offering him no resistance. As his hips slammed against my ass, the metal from the cuffs dug into the flesh of my wrists, which were trapped between my groin and the edge of the hood of the car. “Oh, god!” I screamed, lost in an explosion of equal parts pain and pleasure. He pulled slowly back out, all the way, then slammed hard into me again. My eyes watered and he began stroking powerfully in and out of me, practically lifting my feet off the ground with each masterful thrust.

Each stroke was a symphony of sensation – that fantastic feeling of my cunt being filled with a hot, hard cock; the metal biting into my soft skin; my breasts pressed hard against the hood of the car; his massive hands gripping my hips tightly, the fingers digging into my flesh; the sound of his deep grunts mixing in with my own chokes and sobs. I discovered that the middle finger of one of my trapped hands could just barely graze my clit and I began to flick at that sensitive button frantically as he pumped in and out of my pussy. The ecstasy outpaced the agony and I felt my whole body beginning to flush with a liquid heat.

My face was slick with tears against the smooth hood of the car as my thighs began quivering uncontrollably. “Oooohhh, Officer, I’m going to cummm…” I moaned, feeling my cunt pulsating around that fantastic hot cock. He said nothing in reply, only grasped my hips tighter in his hands and thrust even harder into me and then held himself deep inside me, sending me over the brink. Electric white-hot waves seemed to ripple through my body, emanating from that point deep in my groin where I could feel the tip of his cock pressed against my cervix. I shuddered and squirmed as I came, howling like a wolf under the stars in the darkness of the woods, my body feeling simultaneously intense and alive, yet melted and soft as the waves crashed and flowed through me, the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

Just as my own orgasm began to subside he began to pump roughly in and out again, my dripping cunt still clutching at his swollen cock. I heard him groan loudly and felt his rod give a sudden twitch and jerk inside me. He pulled out and gasped and I felt the warm gobs of his cum spurting onto my ass, some of it starting to drip down into the crack. I lifted my head as much as I could to try to Bostancı Escort see and could turn just enough to watch his face, his gorgeous face, contorted with the force of his orgasm as the last of his cum splashed out onto my cheeks. Through his hands on my hips I could feel his body shuddering and I heard him gulping at the cool night air. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the metal below me, while he rested his sticky cock between my ass cheeks.

After a moment he stepped back and I heard him rezipping his trousers, then felt him rubbing a piece of fabric over my ass, mopping up the puddles of gooey, pearly cum. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me sharply back to my feet, my legs still very wobbly. “Open,” he commanded, his face inches from mine. Of course I did as told and he stuffed my cum-covered panties into my mouth. The earthy, salty taste filled my nose and throat as I held his eyes with mine and we stood there for a second, until my shaking legs started to give again.

He let go of my hair and caught me around the waist with his arm, then walked me back slowly to my car, supporting my weight against him. Leaning me back against the door, he pulled the soaking panties from my mouth and crouched in front of me, lifting one of my feet and then the other, and then slowly slid the wet material back up my legs as

he stood. I watched him in something of a daze as he straightened my skirt and blouse, and was further amazed when he took out a tissue from one of his trouser pockets and began to dab it at my face around the eyes. I must have looked a fright, make-up everywhere, I’m sure, but the way he cleaned me up was so oddly tender and affectionate, considering the circumstances. I could only stare at him, although the expression he returned had resumed its inscrutable blankness.

When he had finished wiping the mascara streaks from my face, he gently removed the cuffs and held both my hands in one of his own as he replaced the steel rings on his belt with the other. As softly as one would caress an infant, he massaged my sore wrists one at a time between his huge palms. I stood stunned. Was this the same man who had only a short time before thrown me like a rag doll across the hood of a patrol car? I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn’t think of what. It didn’t matter, as he shook his head and put a finger to my lips. For the first time, he smiled unmistakably, a slow, satisfied grin that crept across his face like a cat.

“I want you to listen to me carefully,” he said, quietly but firmly. I nodded. He continued, “You are going to get in your car and take a minute to get yourself together. Then you are going to continue on your journey. You are on your way home, I presume?”

I nodded again. “I live at the end of this road, near the junction with 55.” My voice was a rustling whisper, like leaves in a breeze. For the first time I noticed the name pinned to his uniform. Sgt. D Powell.

“Good.” He opened the door of the car and helped me lower myself in. “I am going to follow you to make sure you get there safely. Then I will turn back. You will tell no one about what happened here tonight. Understood?”

After I was in he turned way without waiting to hear my answer. I watched him in the side mirror as he walked back to his vehicle, a striking silhouette in the glare of the headlights. I rubbed my wrists thoughtfully as I gathered my thoughts, tried to fit Sgt. D Powell and what had just happened into my concept of reality. This is not a big town, how could I not have seen him before? Then again, I had almost no occasion to deal with the police. Surely he had taken a bigger risk than I in this situation, when all was said and done. I wondered if I would ever be able to drive down my old road again without secretly hoping to be pulled over.

* * * * *

I’m still wondering. I saw him again, about three days later, as the bruises on my wrists had faded to a light bluish-yellow. He and another cop were coming out of the 7-11 as I was going in. I caught my breath at the sight of him. He held the door for me and winked, smiling for just a half second, then resumed his conversation with the other cop and walked out. I rubbed my wrists subconsciously and watched him go, sighing. I have got to learn to drive less carefully.

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You join me on the couch and we drink a glass of wine. You lean against me as I hold you in my arms. I kiss your head softly as you tell me things.

We are both calm and relaxed as we sit there. Everything feels perfect..so peaceful and satisfied…so right. And we kiss from this contentment, slow long kisses of giving ….kisses that tell. Kisses that are the ends in themselves, not the beginning of other acts.

And we are warm and pleased with ourselves. Feeling this way, we slowly feel our passion building. It is slow and strong and under control now. Not urgent and wild like an hour ago.

As we kiss, I slowly slide my hand along your leg and then over and under your thigh and then up your thigh. You slide down slightly and uncross your legs.

My fingers make their way further up until I feel the softness of your pussy, and they gently stroke and caress and massage it….tenderly….gently…softly…slowly.

And as I feel you, I can feel your kisses building in intensity and your pussy starting to open and your wetness leaking onto my fingers.

“Will you make love to me again?” you ask.

“Yes,” I answer. “But I have something different for you this time.”

“I am ready for anything,” you respond.

I kiss you again for a few minutes, and then when I can feel you are excited enough, I stand and motion for you to turn over.

I help position you at the end of the couch and then I decide you need to be standing and leaning over the Anadolu Yakası Escort arm of the couch. In this position your face and upper body are facing down at an angle and your ass and pussy are up in the air.

I leave for a moment and when I return, I lift your gown over your back, exposing your pussy and ass to me. I stand directly behind you and I hold my cock and rub it between your legs, making it harder.

You instinctively spread your legs. I continue teasing, but never putting my cock any deeper than just between your lips. You are moving back against me with every touch. I slip my fingers into you and feel that you are very wet.

I stop my cock play and begin to massage your buttocks, relaxing the muscles and rubbing the tissue deeply, caressing and massaging and relaxing, calming you.

And when I see you are relaxing more, I take one finger and rub around your asshole, slowly and in a gentle manner.

You are startled at first, but I continue to circle and massage gently and you soon relax again.

When you are calm, I slowly slip my finger into your ass. Your muscles tense and tighten, and I stop pushing as I relax them again.

I keep working my finger in and relaxing you until I have my finger in your ass and am able to turn and rotate it and slide it in and out.

I repeat this slow procedure and soon I can push two fingers inside your ass. You start to relax more now and seem to enjoy this pleasant massage.

When Pendik Escort I can freely move two fingers around and have your ass opened to this size, I remove my fingers. I slip my other hand under you and feel inside your pussy, coating my fingers with your juices. I push my cock in and cover it also.

I move back to your ass. My cock is hard as I place the head against your puckered hole. It is still open from my massaging, but it is much smaller than my cock head.

I rub and massage your ass again, and then place my cock head against your hole. I slowly push forward. You moan and I can feel your muscles tighten, so I stop pushing for a moment.

I can see you trying to relax, and soon I start to push again..My cock pushes slowly against the circular muscles until I finally am able to push them apart and get the head of my cock inside your ass.

I stop for a minute and massage your buttocks and hips.

I reach back under and cover my fingers with pussy juice again and I rub this onto my cock and on your ass. I begin to push again and soon my cock is about four inches in your ass. I stop and pull back.

I lubricate my cock shaft again and quickly place it back and push it back into your ass. I keep pushing and soon have about six inches in your ass. I pull back and slowly stroke my cock in and out a few times.

You begin to groan and I can see that my movements feel good to you. So I stroke a little faster and a Kurtköy Escort little deeper. Your groans are louder and you moan with each stroke.

I hold your hips now and pull back. I stop for a moment. I tighten my grip on your hips.

You look back in anticipation. And as you do, I slam my body forward, forcing my cock all the way in your ass in one blow.

You scream and you push back and then attempt to move, but I pull back and ram again…hard and deep and fast.

You scream again and try to get up, but I pull back and slam my cock in your ass again and again and again.

You lie down now, knowing you are unable to escape and with each stroke, unwilling to move anyway.

I continue ramming my cock in and pulling out and ramming and pulling…over and over and over. You now buck back against me and screaming for me to fuck you harder…to fuck your ass…to take your ass…to ream your little ass.

And I fuck you as hard and fast and deep as I can. Your ass is so tight, I know I will not be able to ignore my need to cum soon, so I ream you as much as I can while I can still fuck you.

I drive on until I hear you snort and start to make your cumming sounds, and I speed up and soon I join you and I pump my cum deep in your ass as you shake and tremble from your own cumming.

And when my cock slips out of your ass, I stand back and watch my cum running out of your stretched out ass, still open and dark.

It drips out and falls on the floor in droplets and small streams. Puddles of cum lie on the floor as we straighten up and kiss again.

We hold each other as we come down and realize we are exhausted.

Soon we are asleep in each other’s arms.

Content…peaceful…satisfied…and together.

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“Milo, you’re here!” Naia charged up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, tipping some of her drink on the floor in the process. “I have exciting news! Come with me.”

She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him away from the bottleneck at the front door. They weaved through the partygoers and into her bedroom where, upon shutting the door, a thick silence engulfed them.

“So… what’s the exciting news?” he asked as she dug out her laptop.

“Sit, sit!” She gestured vaguely towards the bed. He perched himself on the edge, threading his fingers between one another. He was feeling quite warm – he still had his winter coat on. “Ohmigosh, I’m so excited. Look!” She plopped herself on the bed next to him and gestured at her laptop screen. “The first chapter – in all its glory. Wanna read? I want you to be the first to read it. I’ll get you a drink.”

Her manic energy surprised him. He was used to her being quiet – withdrawn, even. But now she was practically giddy, rocking back and forth on the bed as he looked at the laptop that she’d thrust onto his lap.

As Milo read her words, he realised that she’d never told him what the manuscript was actually about. He knew Naia well enough that he felt safe to assume that it was something historical or other-wordly, a measure of distance between herself and the world she created.

He was surprised, therefore, to read a love story. Naia’s prose engulfed him, sprawling declarations of love and lust on every page. He could feel the heat continuing to rise, small beads of sweat accumulating on his neck, as he scrolled onwards. At some point, he finished his drink and Naia replaced his glass with a beer bottle. He drank deeply, the bubbles reinvigorating his already awakened senses.

There was a sex scene in here too. He was not expecting that. It was good. It was really good. He could feel the beer loosening his muscles now, except for his brain – which wrapped itself around this heated story. All the while, he could feel Naia’s eyes burning into him.

He’d never seen this side of Naia before. She was usually unemotional and hard to read. He’d always wondered what she liked, what she yearned for. He used to think about it as he went to sleep. Whenever they pulled an all-nighter together for the university paper, his sleep-deprived mind would often wander to a place where, instead of crouching on the floor over a newspaper layout jigsaw, he would spread her on the floor and fuck her. Hard. He would give her carpet burns all over her back and her knees. She would dig her nails into his shoulders and leave little marks of where she had been.

So this work, these words, caught him off-guard. Even as his shoulders relaxed into the fuzz of alcohol, he could feel his hips and groin beginning to tighten. As he read about the characters in Naia’s head fucking in a stable, he wanted to do the same to her. Although they were tucked away from the party, there were still people all around them. Just like these characters, they would need to be quiet – and their mandatory silence would spur them on as they fucked each other raw.

He reached the end. He looked over at Naia, her eyes still fixed on him as she cupped her glass with both hands. He could smell the sticky-sweet cocktail from here.

“What do you think? Do you like it? I know it’s a bit rough and the character exposition is quite-“

His mouth was on hers before he knew what he was doing. He’d waited so long, hoping to catch a glimpse Şerifali Escort of her carnal side – and here it was, laid bare for him to read. Now that he knew, he couldn’t un-know. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering if she wanted to share more of that with him. She’d wanted him to be the first to read it, after all. Did she want this?

She kissed him back, her pineapple-tinted tongue stroking his. He swept the laptop aside brusquely with one hand and pulled her onto his lap, keen to eliminate any distance between them. She began grinding against him. He heard her breath catch in her throat as he grinded back. He couldn’t believe his luck. He gripped both of her hips and pushed her harder on to him.

Realising he was sweating in his thick coat, he hurriedly pulled it off his arms – but he wanted more. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin on his, feel her sweat rub between them. He continued undressing himself, and she stood up and did the same, playing up to her new audience. Wow. She wasn’t shy anymore.

She stared right into his eyes as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, the theatre curtain dropping to reveal everything he’d ever hoped for. He could feel his sweat, his blood, everything coursing through him. Topless now, he lunged for her and snaked his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply again. She fumbled with his belt buckle and helped take his jeans off, tossing them in a crumpled heap somewhere in the space where their friendship used to be.

They slowly sunk on to the floor together, limbs everywhere, and he unclasped her bra. He pulled his head back for a moment – partly to admire her, and partly to gauge the mood – and she kissed him again eagerly. He moved from her lips to her neck and began kissing every patch of skin he could find. Neck, collarbone, chest, nipple. He devoured every part of her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they began grinding again, and he could feel the moisture between her thighs. He could feel it against his groin. Surely, she could feel how hard he was too. This excited him – at last, she knew how much he needed her.

He wanted to feel the wetness for himself, so he slipped one of his arms out from around her waist and slowly slid his hand past the waistband of her underwear. Fuck. Her warmth and her wetness coated his fingers as he began to feel for her clitoris, gently circling it with his index. She bucked her hips as if he’d touched a nerve – which, y’know, he had.

He moved his hand downwards and found her opening, and slowly slipped a finger inside. She began jerking her mound against the flat of his palm as he flexed his fingers inside her body. She buried her head in his neck, her hair splayed across his shoulder, and moaned into him. Dizzy with beer and disbelief, he let her take the lead, let her use his hand, his body, his soul, however she pleased. He wanted – more than anything – just to please her.

It didn’t feel like this was actually happening to him. He looked down, a birds-eye view, seeing himself on Naia’s bedroom floor in his boxers, holding this glorious, nearly-naked woman – the woman he’d forced himself not to love – on his lap as he finger-fucked her. She sat on his hand, rocking her hips back and forth, her breathing starting to get jagged. She lifted her head from his shoulder and moaned loudly into the air, calling upon any deity that would listen. He tried to shush her, remind her that there were people outside, Göztepe Escort but she kept climbing the decibel scale. He covered her mouth with his other hand – and upon being gagged, she came – hard – on his fingers.

Her entire body decompressed and she rested her full weight on him. With his fingers still inside her, he gently slicked his wet thumb against her clit, smiling slightly at her reactive twitches. They sat there for what could have been years, her form hugging his as they sat on the floor together, intertwined and almost naked. His erection stood between them like a boulder, and eventually, slowly, she turned her attention to it.

At first, Naia was gentle, tentative, teasing. She ran her fingers along the seams of his boxers, almost as if she wasn’t sure how he’d respond. She slid her fingers along his waistband and he let out a throaty exhale. She traced the outline of his penis over his underwear with her nails, and then gripped him, suddenly, with her palm. She began rubbing his erection with a tenderness only Naia could pull off, and he stiffened further in her hand.

She caught his eye and, with a look of hunger on her face, reached into his boxers. The feeling of her warm hand stroking him sent his head into a tailspin, the delicate yet assertive pull of her grip sending shivers down his spine. Milo began moving his fingers inside her again, reciprocating her touch.

Despite the noise beyond her bedroom door, it was quiet between the two of them – the only sound exchanged was their heavy breathing. The fabric of his boxers rustled in the silence, gradually increasing in speed as she brought his orgasm closer.

He looked up at her. He cast his eyes over her flushed face – her lips slightly parted, her forehead beaded with sweat, her eyes watching him for a reaction. He held her gaze for an eternity, never wanting to stop.

And then, without breaking the silence, Naia shifted backwards and bowed her head downwards to his crotch. One hand still stroking him, she pulled his boxers down and parted her lips onto him. She slowly slid his penis into her mouth, his head touching the back of her throat. He groaned.

She held him in her mouth for many millennia, her tongue gently caressing the underside of his penis. He was trying to be considerate, but he couldn’t help himself – he thrust forwards, deep into her throat, making her choke on his cock. The tightening of her gag reflex on his head made him see stars. She doubled-down, thick moisture trailing out of her mouth and onto his skin as she pulled him in and out past her lips, deep into her throat. She tightened the seal and sucked, again and again, and he felt himself shaking. He placed his hands behind him on the ground to try and steady himself, but it was no good. This wasn’t how he wanted it to end. In fact, he never wanted it to end at all.

He pulled himself out and, guiding her chin upwards with his fingers, he kissed her deeply on her wet, sticky mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling on the strands at the base of her scalp so intensely that he was surprised he didn’t hurt her. He pushed his body against hers and felt the cold metal of her belly piercing on his stomach.

Slowly, firmly, he pushed her body downwards onto the floor so that she lay on her back. He lifted both of her legs by the knees, slid off her thong, and looked down at her. She was now entirely naked, spread out in front of him. With her legs pinned back, Ümraniye Escort he could see every part of her, every fold, every opening. He could see a trail of moisture beginning to run down past her folds and along her crack. He watched it drip downwards for a moment, curious. He wanted to taste it.

Milo looked up at her face, holding her gaze, as he bent downwards and ran his tongue all the way from her asshole to her clitoris. Still holding both of her legs, he felt them tremble a little. He did it again. More trembling. He did it once more, this time as slowly as he could manage. Naia bit her lip as his tongue passed over her clitoris, so he stayed there, licking her mound with steady precision. She tasted almost as sweet as that pineapple cocktail she’d been sipping on – and he lapped it up, wishing he could taste her forever. Her moans grew as he continued the repetitive motion, her breaths becoming short little gasps.

Becoming aware again that people might hear, Milo slowed his tongue movements to a stand-still. Frustrated, Naia thrust her hips forward, grinding her mound against his lips. He smirked and obliged briefly, kissing and sucking her clitoris before pulling away entirely.

“Condoms?” His voice was hoarse.

“Bedside table, top drawer.”

Naia took hold of her legs to keep them pinned back as he rummaged through the drawer. He stared at her, and she started touching herself, never taking her eyes off him. She seemed to like being on display. Fuck.

Milo lowered himself back onto the rug, kneeling down in front of Naia. For the first time this evening, he felt nervous. He lent forward, his hair falling into his face, and kissed her again, tasting remnants of her cocktail and his sex in her mouth. Taking his shaft in his hand, he positioned it at her opening and looked at her. She smiled. He thrust forward.

He let her envelope him slowly, inch by inch, until he had entirely filled her – and then, for good measure, he thrust a little further. She gasped and tightened around him. He did this again and again, each time with the same slow deliberation. He wanted to keep making her gasp, to keep making her tighten around his erection. It felt damn good. But more than that, he wanted to take his time, to pretend that they had all the time in the world together, that this would never come to an end. He wanted to be inside her forever, feeling her moisture coat him and her body squeeze him. He loved her.

Naia dropped her legs slightly and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him further into her. For all of his intentions, he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His love, lust, carnality – whatever the hell you wanted to call it – was too much. It overwhelmed him.

Knowing it was about to be over, and hoping this was just the beginning, Milo kissed her again and groaned into her mouth, thrusting every fibre of his being into her body. He fucked her hard for those last few moments, wondering if she would split in two – but on the contrary, she seemed to ravish it. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself furiously, perhaps trying to match the orgasm that they both knew was coming.

And then, he released. She tightened her legs around his waist and he felt her convulse around his shaft. He hoped she had orgasmed too – but in all honesty, he was so blinded by his own, he didn’t really know.

Milo dropped his body on to her, gently kissing her neck as he tried to catch his breath. Naia cupped his chin and lifted his face to hers. He looked in her eyes, trying to discern what the hell she might be thinking, how she felt about what had just happened. Her face was impassive.

Hoping this wouldn’t be the last time, Milo kissed her deeply, savouring the taste on his tongue.

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I was in the right place at the right time and was accepted into a skilled trades apprenticeship.I have the rather unique position of being the only woman in this particular trade at my plant.

I have a rather large body type for my height.I am only 5’2″, but, I am packed pretty tight, large breasts, long auburn hair and brown eyes. Not gorgeous, but pleasant to look at, bedroom eyes and a nice round ass and lips begging for a kiss, or so I’ve been told.

Even for a girl my size, there are dozens of men hitting on me every day. It is a really nice ego booster. I am rather outspoken, always have been, so I fit right in with the “guys”. I do my fair share of teasing and sexual innuendos.

I was on my 3rd summer and decided to see what it was like on 2nd shift. Well, let me tell you, the guys are so laid back! Only one supervisor and department head instead of 20 or so on day shift. So there are ALOT of things and behaviors that go unnoticed. Now for my story….

I had noticed John a few times riding up and down the aisles on his fork truck. Always smiled and said “Hi”, but that was the extent of it. I am a very open, friendly person, saying hello to all and asking how they are doing. I honestly like people and am interested and it shows, so I have many friendly aquaintances at work. Through a mutual friend, I find out that John thinks I am “one hot chick”. So when I went to his shift for the summer I decided to pursue that little tidbit of information to my benefit and his.

He drove by where I was working and invited me to have lunch with him later. He has keys to an office one of his buddies let him use to eat lunch and chill out in the air conditioning. I met him at 7 and we had a nice talk. Said he’s had the hots for me for a few years. I said why have Anadolu Yakası Escort you waited so long to tell me? He informed me he was rather shy when it comes to women and he never expected his friend to tell me about his “crush” on me.

Oh boy, nothing I like better than a challenge! Time to bring this man out of his shell. I told him I thought he was a very good looking man. He is about 6’4″ , close cropped brown hair, warm, sexy amber eyes and a few dimples. He is rather stocky. Nice big chest. I couldn’t wait to rub my hands across it. The friendly chats went on for a few days then I got ready to open him up to my way of thinking.

The guys I worked with took a pretty extended lunch due to the lack of supervision. So I was able to be gone for an hour without any questions. There are 2 desks with reclining office chairs and a couch for visiting vendors, etc. The office was in an unused area in the evening so this was a great opportunity I wasn’t about to waste.

I wear a pair of blue coveralls that aren’t very fashionable, but underneath I had a few surprises for him. I had on a sexy red bra, that just barely peeked out of the lowcut coveralls as I never do up the top button. And I decided not to wear any panties for the “occassion”. I walked into the office and smiled at him as he was lounging back in one of the chairs with his feet propped up on the desk.

“You know what baby?”, I said “Here we are just the 2 of us. We have stated our mutual attraction for each other and we have quite a bit of time on our hands”. He turned beet red and didn’t know what to say. So I walked over to him and took his hands and placed them on my 44D’s and reached down to plant a soft kiss on him. His hands were shaking a bit at first. I really took him by surprise. Bostancı Escort His eyes never left mine as I pulled him out of the chair and led him over to the couch. I had him sit down and said, “Relax baby, I have a few things I want to show you”. I slowly unbuttoned my coveralls and let them fall to the floor. He reached out to me and pulled me down to straddle his lap and started to kiss me slow and deep. He reached around and unclasped my bra. As I pulled it off, he took my breasts in his hands and started rolling my nipples around with his thumbs. That really got me going and I was leaving a rather damp spot on the front of his jeans. He slowly moved his hands down and cupped my dripping pussy. I was so hot thinking, my god I am at work, this has always been a fantasy of mine. He was becoming bolder by the minute. His hands were all over me and his breathing was getting ragged. “Baby”, he said, “I want you so bad I can’t take it”. He stood me up so he could remove his jeans.

He nudged me over to the desk, (those things are just the right height-LOL), and had me sit on it facing him. He sat in the chair directly in front of me and placed my legs around his shoulder and started to kiss the insides of my thighs. I was shuddering with anticipation. He sure wasn’t the shy man I had been talking to at this moment. He finally reached my aching pussy and slowly licked around it, then pushed his tongue inside as far as he could, over and over, then he licked around my clit and started to suck directly on it. I was bucking up and down on the desk and pinching my nipples as he brought me to my first orgasm. It really added to the intensity due to the location.

I cleared my head enough to get off the desk, kiss him deep and hard and sink to my knees in front Ümraniye Escort of him. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick, compact balls that I couldn’t wait to pop into my mouth. I stroked the lenght of his shaft a few times as I nuzzled and licked his sweet sac. He was moaning and saying how hot I was and how good it felt to have me touching him. I started licking the tip of his cock and up and down his shaft while caressing his balls. I took his balls in my hand as I started to deep throat him. Pulling them ever so gently as I went deeper. He was shaking and moaning as he shot his load down my throat.

He was still hard and wanted more and I’m not one to argue, so when he bent me over the desk and started massaging my ass and then to my pleasant surprise, spanked me a few times. That really got me going. I was telling him how fucking hot I was and how I wanted him to ram that hard cock inside me. He reached around and started tweaking my nipples and lightly biting my neck and shoulders and upper back.

He entered me slowly, just the tip, (how I love that). Then sank all the way in. My cunt muscles were clinging to that huge cock for all they were worth. He was thrusting into me and I was bucking back to match his tempo. We were both dripping with sweat and all you could hear was the slapping sound of his balls against my ass and the sweet sucking sounds of my pussy taking his cock in and out. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his thumb and I went over the edge. I just started cumming and gushing my juices all over his cock and that set him off. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting deeper and harder and I felt his cock twitch inside me and shoot his load. He seemed to cum forever. I stood up and kissed him and said “My, my, that was the best dinner I’ve had in a long time”. He kissed me and said “Better get back to work darlin’, I will definitely enjoy the pleasure of your company while your here on my shift”. After that, it was a very enjoyable summer with lots of long “lunches”. Maybe I’ll cum back next year…….

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The day was finally here. Our friends from up north were finally visiting Lisa and myself and going to spend a long holiday weekend with us at the nudist resort.

Darrell and his wife Donna and George and his wife Veronica were making their first trip to Florida and joining me and Lisa.

I had made all the arrangements and the six of us were going to stay at the resort’s luxurious cabin which featured three bedrooms, kitchen, family room and had a six person hot tub on the deck which overlooked the pond.

I arranged for a van to pick them up at the Tampa airport that would take them directly to the resort. They were expected to arrive at noon time today.

Lisa and I were already at the resort and were checked in. We got naked as soon as we settled in and the weather was cooperating and expected to be hot for the weekend.

Lisa jumped into the hot tub as we waited for our friends. No sooner than she got in, the van pulled up with our four friends. As the four of them got out of the van, Lisa joined me in welcoming our them, even though she was dripping wet.

I introduced Lisa to the group and I could already see that both Darrell and George had their eyes on Lisa and knew then that it would be an interesting weekend.

George and Darrell introduced us to Veronica and Donna, who looked like they had the devil in their eyes as I saw them eyeing my semi hard cock and Lisa’s smooth, wet pussy.

When all the introductions were made, we all went into the cabin. Darrell and George led the way to the respective bedrooms with their wives following.

After some time passed, George and Veronica came out of their room naked. Darrell and Donna followed them out and were naked as well.

I asked the group if they would like a short tour of the resort and they all said yes. Lisa and I led them to the pool where there were a few naked people playing. The resort hot tub also had some naked people in it.

I then showed them the trails and explained that they were pretty secluded. At that point, George and Veronica said they would like to walk the trails and Darrell and Donna opted to go to the pool.

Lisa and I led the way along the trail but shortly after we started, George asked if he could walk with Lisa which we had no objection too and I wanted some time with Veronica anyway.

As we walked, I could see George’s hands sliding down to Lisa’s ass. Veronica saw what George was doing and turned to me and said that it looked like George likes Lisa. I smiled and said that I hoped so and placed my hand on her ass.

Lisa turned around as George kept his hand on her Maltepe Escort ass. She smiled and said that she and George were going to take a different trail and for us to meet them back at the cabin. Veronica yelled to George and Lisa to have fun and we would see them back at the cabin.

Lisa led George down a secluded trail as Veronica went down the other trail. I found a spot that was pretty secluded and by that time my cock was standing straight up and ready for some fun. Veronica looked down and smiled and asked if I wanted to have some fun. I immediately said yes and she kissed me. I returned her kiss and pulled her to me, my cock pressed up against her.

Veronica dropped to her knees and her mouth found my cock. As I looked down, she started sucking my cock and then my balls. I started playing with her tits and felt her erect nipples getting hard. It didn’t take long before I told her I was ready to cum. She sucked harder and I shot my cum into her mouth as she tried to swallow every drop. My knees almost buckled from the intense cum I shot into her mouth. We rested for a few minutes and headed back, arm and arm.

By the time Veronica and I got back to the cabin, we noticed that Lisa and George still were not there. After a half hour went by, Lisa and George came in. I asked them if they had a good time and they both said yes. It was then that Veronica and I noticed cum oozing out of Lisa’s cunt and down her leg.

Veronica looked at me and said it looked like they had a real good time and we all laughed as Lisa tried to brush the cum off her leg.

At that time, Darrell and Donna came in and wondered why we were all laughing. We just told them that the four of us had a nice time on the trails.

Dinner time was approaching, so we all took turns taking a shower and got dressed to go to the resort’s dining room.

The six of us had a very nice dinner and we discussed the plans for this evening. Donna said she wanted to go into the hot tub, as did I. Lisa said she would like to get to know Darrell better. Veronica said she would like to go into the hot tub too as did George.

So, after dinner we went back to the cabin and Donna, George, Veronica and I got naked and went into the hot tub.

Darrell and Lisa got naked and staid in the family room, watching a favorite orgy porn movie that Lisa liked.

From the hot tub, we could see Darrell and Lisa in the family room clearly and they could see us in the hot tub.

Everyone was having a good time and enjoying each other’s company. I had a couple of bottles of wine that we were all enjoying.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort moved closer to Donna and I must have been staring at her breasts because she asked me if I liked them. I looked at her and told her I loved them and reached over to touch them. As I did, George moved over and he and I had Donna in the middle. Veronica just watched.

I started playing with Donna’s tits and George kissed her and started feeling her up as I started sucking her nipples. Veronica moved over and placed her hand under Donna’s ass and lifted her up so her pussy seemed to be floating. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Veronica’s tongue working on Donna’s pussy. Donna was getting a complete work out.

As we played in the hot tub, I saw Darrell looking at us and then I saw him turn to Lisa and kiss her. Lisa must have returned his kiss because I saw them in a bear hug, their bodies pressed together. I stopped what I was doing and watched Lisa and Darrell play.

I told George. Veronica and Donna to stop and for us to go inside where it would be more comfortable. We got out and dried off and went inside.

Obviously, we did not bother Darrell and Lisa as Darrell was on top of Lisa fucking her. Lisa looked up and saw us and told Darrell they had company but he didn’t stop. Soon, I could tell Darrell was ready to cum and sure enough, he shot his load into Lisa’s cunt. We all applauded as he rolled off my beauty.

Lisa raised herself on her elbows and asked if anyone wanted some as she was ready. George got down and mounted her and slipped his big cock into her cum filled cunt and started fucking her as Veronica offered her support. George came quickly and his cum exploded into Lisa and his cum started gushing out of her cunt.

I got on the floor and laid on my back and told Lisa to ride my cock. As she did, cum was flowing out of my girl and down onto my cock and balls. It did not take long before I gave her some of my cum too.

Veronica replaced Lisa and Darrell joined her on the floor. He was hard and Veronica guided his cock to her slit. She spread her legs enough for his cock to gain entrance into her wet cunt. With our encouragement, Darrell shot his cum in her and he rolled over as his limp cock slipped out of her cunt. I was next and mounted her and easily got my cock in her cunt and started to fuck her. George was applauding as I shot my cum into his wife’s cunt.

George went over and knelt besides his wife and managed to get her to suck his cock. It sure didn’t take long for him to cum as he pulled his cock out and shot his load on his wife’s face and tits.

The Ümraniye Escort rest of the night we all shared each other many times until we fell asleep in piles of naked, cum soaked bodies.

The next morning, we were still pretty spent from tbe night before but Darrell and Lisa continued were they left off.

Darrell had Lisa on the floor on all fours and had his cock pointed as Lisa’s inviting ass. He must have used soms lube because her ass hole was glistening wet.

By this time we were all up and watching the two of them.

Darrell started to insert his big, hard cock into her ass very slowly. I could see Donna watching closely. As Darrell was pushing his cock in, Lisa was pushing her ass back to fully seat his cock in her. In no time he was fully seated in her ass.

Darrell started to fuck my beauty’s ass and she was fucking him back. In the meantime, Veronica got on the floor and laid underneath Lisa and started to suck her nipples as they swayed back and forth with each thrust from Darrell.

Donna knelt down next to Darrell’s cock and started licking his cock as it was sliding in and out of Lisa’s ass.

Darrell yelled out that he was going to cum and then shot his load into my girlfriend’s ass. His cum was oozing out her ass as he continued pounding it until his cock went limp. George went over to lap up the cum as it spilled from my pretty’s ass.

The last day was special. We all chose who we wanted to spend the day with, one on one and at the end, we would have an orgy. Everyone agreed and we started to pair off.

Lisa chose George; Veronica chose Darrell; Donna chose me

We all went to a bedroom and closed the doors.

Now, I could not say what went on in the other rooms but I know they had a great time, As for me and Donna, we had a fabulous time.

Donna told me her ass was still virgin and wanted me to be the first. I told her to get on all fours as I lubed her up. I positioned my hard cock in front of her ass hole and started to guide it in, going ever so gently. After some time, Donna pressed her ass back as I pushed my cock further into her. Soon, my cock was fully seated in her ass. We rested a bit then I started slowly fucking her ass. Donna started fucking me back and I was ready to cum. She kept telling me to cum in her ass and I sure did, filling her tight hole with all the cum my balls could produce until my cum was oozing out her ass hole.

After we rested, we joined the others in the family room for a last night orgy.

The next morning we all got up, showered and dressed and got ready for traveling home.

We decided to make this an annual event and then we said our goodbyes.

We hugged and kissed and Darrell and Donna, George and Veronica got into the van and headed to the Tampa airport. Lisa and I drove home and it was all a beautiful memory now.

to be continued…

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Monday morning I awoke in a hotel room, a strange feeling as it took a few moment to collect my surroundings and realize where I was. The unfamiliar room took a moment to straighten out in my head as I rubbed my eyes. Remembering that I’d been asked by our company’s leadership to assist training some of our newest employees, a rotation I wasn’t particularly looking forward to. ‘This is going to be a long week.’ I thought to myself, running my fingers through my short brown hair.

I looked down at the television in the room that had been left on late last night as I tried to get to sleep. The tent my usual morning hard-on was pitching with the sheet was blocking out the bottom of the screen. One familiar thing at least, every morning since I was 13 started this way. I slipped a hand under the sheet to touch my sensitive and erect flesh. It was incredibly hard like concrete, painful and desperately begging for release. Slowly my hand wrapped around my throbbing mass and began softly stroking. My eyes closed, and I began to think back decades, to an exciting camping trip with my girlfriend in college. How she’d always loved to wake me up by taking me in her mouth while I slept, waking up with this pulsating monster in her warm and wet mouth…that morning waking in our tent, the cool air only had intensified the heat from her mouth. I began to feel precum dripping from the head as I continued touch myself, making my hand and cock slippery.

Just then my alarm jolted me from my beautiful thoughts. My hand left my cock to reach over and turn it off. I thought I could come back and finish…but checking the time, I realized, that I needed to get moving. Ugh, all day in a meeting, and my one opportunity to start the day off right was thwarted by the time. I made a mental note to get back to my room early tonight, I’d probably need to take care of business then. I rolled out of bed to get into the shower.

I never liked traveling for work, didn’t much appreciate sleeping in strange hotel beds, away from my family. My wife and kids no doubt were also waking from their night and getting ready for their days back home. I missed waking up with them and sharing the first moments of our day together over breakfast. Although, when I think about it, I can’t say I was a stranger to satisfying my own needs in the morning, it happened often. I guess the years of my marriage had taken it’s toll on the passion we once shared, and nothing I’ve done seemed to remedy that. For the last few years, she was flat out cold, and when we would be intimate, it was disappointing. Left to my own fantasies and explorations often, I’d gotten good at remembering long lost girlfriends and experiences that had shaped my sexual history. Those thoughts of that morning in the tent were keeping me hard while the water heated up as I brushed my teeth. The warm water helped me to relax and finally my erection subsided as I cleaned up and shaved for the day.

The ride to the office was quick and I entered the meeting room, dressed in a black suit, blue tie and white shirt. Always formal dress in this office. The new employees tried to make idol chit chat with me, for most it was their very fist day of employment and I did my best to help them feel comfortable in their new surroundings. Still not excited to spend a full day, much less a week in the meeting room, but work was work, and I loved what I did. This company and the work I had put in, provided and excellent life for my family and I, and if the company leadership asked me to help this week, I was going to do my best. That’s the only way I do anything, it’s all or nothing, my best effort on everything I do.

Chatter was getting to a boil when the door opened. What walked in next, I was ill prepared for. I noticed her hair first, long and blonde, her bright smile was next as she surveyed the meeting room of people. She walked with a purpose, the room fell silent, and she set her things down on the conference table, she stood in a position of authority and inhaled a deep breath to address the class.

“Good morning everyone!” She projected.

A unanimous “good morning” from the group followed.

“My name is Michele and I’ll be your instructor for the week. If you’ll give me a few minutes to get settled, we’ll get started.”

I was in awe. In just a moment this beautiful creature had taken control of a room of somewhat unruly people, and done it in a way we were all looking forward to. She was tall in her heels, must have been at least 5’8-5’9 in them. A professional black jacket worn over a black and blue tight dress that seemed to end just above her knees. Her long legs poured from the hem of the dress down to the heels on her feet. As she prepared her things, she removed that black jacket, my voice caught in my throat, and my eyes must have widened. Not only was this woman gorgeous, she was very, very pregnant. I figured at least 5-6 months by the look of it. She also looked like she hadn’t gained an ounce of weight, other than her beautiful round belly. Her slender figure showcased Bostancı Escort by a body forming black and blue dress, that hugged every sensuous curve. My eyes had trouble not staring.

Never in my life had I ever found a woman so desirable so quickly, much less a pregnant one. My mind wrestled with this conundrum for a moment, before I realized I had better introduce myself. I stood, realizing that since she walked in, I hadn’t taken my eyes off her. It was like no one else had been in the room since she entered.

“Good morning Michele” I said walking toward her, extending a hand, “I’m Scott, I was asked to help you get our newest members through their first week.”

“Good morning Scott” as she took my hand, her hand shake was firm, I pretended to look at her hand, but was trying to get a closer look at her legs and how that dress hugged every inch of her body in a sexy but still very professional way. Our eyes met, now looking at each other, our hands stayed clasped a second longer than necessary. Her tongue gently licked her lips and she smiled wide again. “I have something for you, can we talk in a little bit?”

“I’m here for whatever you need…” I replied, testing her response. I thought her cheeks flushed for a brief second, but she stayed very professional.

“Thank you Scott, I appreciate your enthusiasm”

I returned to my seat and prepared for the day long meeting. It went by quickly, but I was finding it hard to focus as my mind kept drifting at this beautiful woman in front of the room. Thinking to myself, I’d never found a pregnant girl so attractive before. We talked several times throughout the day, each time seeming to stand a little closer, talking at a lower volume creating small private moments. She seemed every bit as attracted to me as I was to her. This made me smile. We talked about a lot, she was younger than me by more than ten years, she reached out several times to steady herself during a laugh, grasping my arm…I thought she was coping a feel but I couldn’t be sure. She seemed to smile brightly when I spoke, and I’m sure I was responding in kind.

By mid afternoon, I was already thinking of how to get her alone at some point during the week so we could talk. I wasn’t thinking of flirting per se, but I wanted to get to know her when there weren’t all these other people around. I really just didn’t want her out of my sight, every curve of her beautiful pregnant body was keeping me throbbing and thick in my suit, and I was loving being so turned on all day.

Sitting there, watching her ass wiggle in that tight dress while she wrote on the board made my cock throb in my slacks over and over. It felt unusual to be so turned on by someone, I’d always been fiercely loyal to my wife, and never really thought about stepping out, despite the fact that my sex life had been abysmal for years now. But as I watched her wiggle her small yet perfectly round ass, all I was imagining was sliding that dress up around her waist and pushing my hard cock right in between those beautiful ass cheeks. I thickened and throbbed in my pants again like a high school kid, praying I wouldn’t be called to the front of the class.

My mind ran wild, the fantasies got more vivid, and more pornographic. The images flying through my head now were of all the depraved acts I wanted to carry out with her. Images in every position, kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, I listened to her voice as she spoke imagining what she must sound like in the throes of her own orgasm. It was impossible to turn my thoughts off. They scared me a little, I wanted to act on them, and I needed to know if she felt the same.

The danger here was ridiculous, I was married with two kids at home, she was married and currently pregnant with their baby. We worked together, the implications of a workplace romance were dangerous on so many levels. But in those moments, catching each other’s eye throughout the day, I didn’t care about the consequences. I wanted her, and hoped she felt the same. My mind raced with how to progress our conversation after hours.

Opportunity knocked, she wrapped up the lecture for the day, and the class broke for the evening. As people packed their things, she and I did the same. I noticed her glance over in my direction a couple times as she packed up. Strangely I found my heart beating faster, like a nervous kid in high school again, now wanting to ask out his crush. I had to make a move before she left for the day. How would I ask this question, I didn’t want the employees to overhear, maybe they’d want to join, and I wanted her all to myself.

I had to say something “Michele, can you stick around for a bit so that we could talk about tomorrow’s plan for the lecture?”

“Yes, Scott” her lips seems to caress my name as it left her mouth.

The last person left the room, and she walked over to my desk. I tried to hide the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off her curves, even that pregnant belly, but I was unsuccessful. Our eyes met, she smiled, I smiled. She Anadolu Yakası Escort caught me looking, I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Yes, what’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” She said coyly.

Wait a second, was she overtly flirting with me? The obvious play on words as she caught me ogling her.

“I sure hope so.” Came my wry response with my own devilish grin.

I think at that moment we both realized our need for professionalism, and broke eye contact.

“I’m staying at the Hilton, and hate having dinner alone. Would you care to join me?” I asked.

“I’m staying there too” she said, as smiled crossed both our faces and we locked eyes again.

I glanced at her beautiful pregnant belly, and back up to her eyes…”I take it you’re hungry?”

“You could say that.” She smiled again, now overtly flirting with me.

I thought to myself, this will be an interesting night, it’s been a long time since a beautiful woman was so overly flirtatious with me. The feeling of being wanted and desired was one I hadn’t felt in a very long time. It felt good to talk with her.

I took my keys from my briefcase and jingled them, “Need a ride?”

“Yes. Yes I really NEED a ride.” She said coyly, laying it on pretty thick.

We gathered our things and made light talk out to the parking lot, trying to find my rental car in a sea of employee cars. Tossing our bags in the backseat we hoped in the front seats and made the short drive to the hotel. We made small talk along the way, mostly poking some good natured fun at some of the new people in the meeting today.

Arriving at the hotel, I suggested we meet in the restaurant at the hotel in 15min to give us each some time to drop our things and change if we wanted to. Running up to my room, I dropped my bag, lost the tie, and brushed my teeth. Looking over myself in the mirror before heading back out the door. I wasn’t entirely sure of where tonight would lead, but I had to find out.

I got back to the restaurant first and asked for a quiet table outside. It was warm out and the sun was setting, I also noticed the hotel bar was crowed with business travelers and it was pretty loud. Outside seemed more serene. I thought of ordering a couple of beers but remembering I was having dinner with a pregnant woman, I ordered two Arnold Palmers instead. Looking out over the golf course and lake was picturesque.

She joined me in moments, upstairs she had left her jacket in her room, but I thanked God silently that she’d kept that dress on…it looked outstanding on her, and didn’t hide a thing from anyone. Her small perky breasts stood straight out over her pregnant belly, her narrow hips gave way to her small round ass, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Compared to my 6’4 and 225lb athletic frame, she was tiny in comparison. I was beginning to wonder what she had on underneath, and what she looked like without it. I stood and greeted her with a big smile, she looked a little nervous. I one arm hugged her, as my hand slipped down her back and over her hip I tried to see if she had underwear on. But I couldn’t tell, pretty sure she noticed my crude move though. She giggled as she sat down.

“So…” I said losing myself in thought as she smiled back at me.

“So…” She responded. We both laughed a little.

“You look nervous”, I commented, giving her a concerned look.

“I just got off the phone with my husband” she started, “I told him I was dining alone…it felt weird, now I feel more weird” She took a nervous sip of her drink.

“Oh, wait, Did you assume this was a date?” I joked, laughing.

She nearly spit her drink out. “Noooooooo” she replied with a laugh.

We talked throughout dinner, about growing up, education, work experience, typical things a you get to know someone. The first hour our conversation was completely devoid of the sexual undertones would dominate the rest of the night. She centered the conversation quickly.

“Look, I need to be honest Scott, I find you extremely attractive, and I really want to find out what’s under that suit…but we’re both married, and colleagues, I’m pregnant, this is complicated.”

“Agreed,” I said. “Let’s take this one step at a time. You can lead the way.” She seemed to relax again knowing there was no expectations from me.

We talked more, about our marriages, how we were both happy for the most part, but how they were both missing the passion we both needed. Up until now, I really hadn’t given any thought to sleeping with someone else, and neither had she, but now here we sit just a few feet away with all the passion and desire to tear each other’s clothes of and fuck like the depraved animals we both seemed to be. She told me that her husband hadn’t even kissed her since the pregnancy started months ago, she was feeling terrible about herself and how she looked. I let her know that I thought she was beautiful, and incredibly sexy…pregnant belly and all. I told her how my sex life wasn’t much better. We seemed Ataşehir Escort to open up to each other about intimate details quickly. We shared things, we never told anyone else. Confiding in each other like lifelong best friends. But in reality, we were two desperate people so happy to find someone we had this secret in common with. It was a relief to learn there was someone else, just as sexually frustrated as I was.

I filled out the dinner slip charging it to my room, as I reached to put the folder near the center of the table, we both reached across the table and grasped hands for a moment.

I looked at her and said “Let’s take a walk”.

“Great!” She said.

We walked around the lake in the dim light, after a bit, I wrapped my arm around her and she me. We pulled each other close content to just walk and talk a bit more. I told her how she’s been causing me to fantasize about her in the meeting today. She said she’d had wandering thoughts too while trying to instruct class. We’d walked most of the way around the big lake, standing on a cart path and watching the sun set with ducks landing on the water. She smiled and we stopped walking, turning to face each other. There was something in her eyes that told me it was safe to tell her anything.

“You know you made me hard in the middle of the meeting today.” I stated.

“I’ve been walking around in soaking wet panties all day!” She exclaimed.

I looked at her, “prove it”.

She looked at me quizzically for a second, then a devilish grin crossed her face. She quickly looked over her shoulder for anyone else on the course around lake, we were even far away from the restaurant. I watched her bend to slide her hands underneath her tight dress, she hooked her thumbs in the hips of her underwear and pulled them down her long legs, over her calves, and heels, and she held the tiny black thong up for inspection. I didn’t even have to touch them, they dripped with her honey.

This was the sexiest move I’ve ever seen, and it consumed me with passion for her. This gorgeous woman had just shown me how much she desired me, and was now standing in front of me with no panties on under her dress. I no longer wanted a fantasy, I needed her, right now. I pulled her close and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me closer. Our mouths opened further in our passionate embrace and our tongues swirled with each other sending electrical impulses throughout my body, but making my flesh throb in my pants. She moaned in my mouth as my hands slid down to grasp that perfect little ass I’d watched earlier as we continued to kiss. She did the same to me, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths. As we pulled each other close, her pregnant belly pressed in between us, this seemed wrong on so many levels. But her kisses felt better than any I could remember, and neither one of us wanted to stop. My cock was straining against the fabric of my pants, pressed in between us and against her belly, I know she could feel it and seemed to grind herself against me.

We kissed and kissed, like it was the very first kiss for both of us, so filled with passion and lustful abandon. Both of us were letting go of inhibitions, and stress. With one hand I left her ass and slid up her ribs and caressed one of her breasts through her dress. She moaned into my mouth again, I could feel her nipple stiffen against my touch through the fabric of her dress and bra. She slid a hand in between us and ran it the length of my erection, base to tip, then gripping it more urgently as our mouths continued their embrace.

She was the first to pull back breathlessly “We can’t do this…” she pleaded.

“I know” I quickly responded wanting to agree, realizing how wrong this was for both of us.

“…here.” she finished her sentence and with one word changed the entire meaning, and then smiled that same devilish grin.

We locked eyes again, thankfully, she wasn’t ready to stop. Neither was I, I wanted her, needed her, in a more carnal way that I ever remembered needing anyone. I grabbed her hand and we walked quickly back towards the hotel.

We couldn’t have gotten back to the hotel fast enough as I pushed the ‘up’ bottom for the elevator. We had a brief chance to stop and look at each other before the doors opened. The elevator was empty and we hustled inside and selected my floor. Pulling each other into another passionate kiss as the doors closed. My hands immediately went to her perfect ass and cupped it in my strong hands over her dress. She opened her mouth and forced her tongue in mine, and moaned as I kissed her back. I slid my hands lower to the backs of her bare thighs, sliding my hands back up, pulled her dress with them. Now cupping her bare ass she squirmed a little and ground her hips towards me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and as the doors opened again we took a second to stop our embrace. An older couple nearly walked on, this wasn’t our floor, they saw us kissing and my hands on her exposed butt, I’d broken our kiss thinking we needed to get off the elevator, as I looked at them she kissed my neck. When I realized we were still on the wrong floor, I turned back to her. Noticing their disapproving looks as we kissed again, my hands never left her ass.

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“I am never going to finish grading all these papers,” Mark muttered to himself. He pushed himself away from the desk and leaned back with his hands behind his head allowing himself a moment to drift off in thought. He couldn’t help thinking of his aide. He didn’t like calling her that but that is what the office called her. Technically, she was support staff but that didn’t sound any better. He preferred referring to her as a friend. He thought that the other somehow “labels” put her beneath him.

Now there was a thought that he wouldn’t mind. There was no doubt that he was attracted to her. Although she was older than him, it was hard to tell. She was tall and curvy. She claimed that she did not work out but he couldn’t tell. Her short hair often hid half of her gorgeous face and her smile could light up a room. Even the way she carried herself said something about her; she was proper and professional. She was an elegant lady. But there was more. As a mother of three and a successful teacher, she demonstrated that she knew how to deal with children; which is a turn-on with single fathers. And as football season reached its half-life, he discovered her passion for sports. Yes, he was attracted to her as an entire person.

They had kissed once before but it was nothing major. They had been dancing at a club and of course had both been drinking. Before he knew it, there was a sudden quick kiss. It happened so quickly he couldn’t figure out who initiated it. Neither had talked about it since so he didn’t think much about it; except that he wanted an opportunity to see what a kiss with her was really like.

A light tap at the door startled him out of his thoughts. He stood up, stretched, and walked to the door. It was probably the janitors. They were used to him staying so late after everyone else that they often waited to do his room last. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that it was only five-o-clock and that he still had a good hour before anyone made their rounds. Maybe they wanna get out early. Can’t blame ’em. Everyone else went home early to get things ready for tomorrow.

He opened the door with an apology on his tongue for staying so late but had to swallow it when he saw Elizabeth standing there.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “I figured you would be busy at home by now.”

“Well I was. But then I realized that I had forgotten something that I really needed for the break so I came back. I know how late you stay so I figured you would still be here,” she responded.

“You were right. I am here. Trying to get these papers graded,” he said as he moved back into the room and closed the door behind her. “I hate going into a break with things to do.”

“I know what you mean. That’s exactly why I needed Anadolu Yakası Escort to come back,” she said. The way she stressed the word ‘needed’ caught his attention. They made an agreement when they first started working that he would take care of the student work if she would focus on the office work. As far as he knew, that was all taken care of. What else did she need to do before the break?

He returned to his seat and began sorting through the tests trying to get himself focused once again. He could hear her rummaging around behind him but paid no attention. He had been caught plenty of times looking when he shouldn’t have been and he was trying to get that under control. He was about to get started when he noticed that it had grown quiet in the room. Thinking that she may have stepped out without saying anything, he turned around. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

She hadn’t left the room as he originally thought. Instead, she was sitting on the reading couch in the far corner of the room. But what caught his attention was what she was wearing. When she first came in through the door, she was bundled up from head to toe. It was freezing outside so it was to be expected. But now she was sitting comfortably in a pair of black lace boy shorts, a matching bra, and a silk robe that was failing to cover her. In addition to her enticing outfit, she wore a naughty look on her face.

Hesitantly, he stood up and walked over to her, thoughts scrambling though his head. Is this really happening? Has she gone crazy? Is this a trap? Where should I start? He stopped a few feet away and continued to take it all in. She was more beautiful than he thought. Up until he now, he only imagined what was under those clothes.

“So are you just going to stand there?” she questioned staring at him intently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he responded. “Are you sure this is where you want to do this?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” came a quick reply. Something was different about her. Her calm, quiet demeanor had been replaced with something stronger, something more straight-forward. There was an edge to her voice. It both excited him and scared him. He wondered what could have caused this change. “Come here,” she growled.

He stepped forward as she moved to the end of the couch. She didn’t take her eyes off him as she quickly undid his belt and slid down his pants. By now, all this excitement and taken full effect and she smiled as she ran her hand along the cotton covering him. She slid down his boxer briefs and his member sprang out happy to finally be free.

Now she moved her eyes down his body to his rigid cock. It was dark, thick, and long. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip and she licked it Kadıköy Escort off tasting its saltiness and eliciting a low groan from Mark. Teasingly, she began licking his head, twirling her tongue around it. She continued by licking his shaft, running her tongue up and down the entire length playing with his head each time she came to the top. Her saliva soaked his cock making it slick as she stroked it. She could feel him begin pushing forward so she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could. A moan showed his approval. As she continued sucking as he removed his shirt. She ran her hand up over his stomach and chest and back down to his hips. Removing him from her mouth, she began to explore planting kisses and licking everywhere she could.

Mark dropped to his knees and met her with a kiss. This time it was a deep passionate kiss, their tongues dancing around one another. He pulled back and pushed her back on the couch. He kissed her down her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. Unclasping her bra, he removed it and began sucking on her nipples, hardening them. He continued kissing her as he worked over her stomach and paused to focus on her hips. He could already smell her intoxicating scent. He moved over her mound and pressed his nose against the fabric. He could feel her wetness and took in her erotic scent. He slid off her panties and moved back into place. He ran his tongue along her slit getting his first taste. Delicious! He wanted to pay her back for her teasing so he continue to slid his tongue up and down barely within the folds of her lips. He could feel her pressing her hips forward, begging him to probe deeper but he continued building her tension. He began to flick his tongue across her clit causing her things to spasm each time. Finally, he buried his face into her wet pussy probing his tongue deep inside of her. He let his tongue run wild dancing inside of her, flicking and sucking her clit, and occasionally dipping down to her ass. He could hear her guttural moans as he worked and felt her hand on the back of his head. He knew she was close and continued pleasuring her with his tongue. Her moans became screams as she started to cum on his face. Satisfied he stood up, his face glistening with her wetness.

“I want to ride you,” she said breathlessly. “Sit down.”

Mark sat down and she straddled him. Grasping his cock in her hand she positioned herself over it and lowered herself feeling his girth stretch her walls. Though he could he fell her opening to accommodate him, he slid into her slippery canal easily. She continued to lower herself until he was deep inside her. Then she began rocking her hips feeling him slide in and out. He ran his hand along her thighs and back as she Ataşehir Escort continued to work his cock in and out of her pussy. He began sucking on her hard nipples and he could hear her moan with pleasure. She picked up the pace and was now pounding his cock, sliding up and down its entire length letting it plunge into her each time. With her head back and screams filling the room, she rode through another orgasm, he pussy pulsating along his cock. He wanted to fill her with his semen but didn’t want this to be over yet.

She climbed off and he bent her over the couch, her ass up in the air. It was a beautiful site. He couldn’t resist running his tongue along her dripping snatch and probing her puckered ass hole. He stood up, positioned himself, and plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. He slid his cock almost entirely out and plunged in again and again. He continued this slow procession until she begged him to fuck her. Smiling, he planted his hands on her hips and began pounding her feverishly. Curiously, he slid a finger in her ass so he could feel himself sliding in and out and she moaned even louder. He continued to pound her as his finger probed her tight ass. She clenched her eyes and grasped for something to hold as her body began quivering through yet another orgasm flooding his cock with her juices.

Wobbly, she stood up and he laid her down on one of the desks. Raising her legs, he slid his still hard cock back inside of her. Again, he pounded her, his balls slapping against her ass. He watched as she let her head fall back and she cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. He couldn’t imagine this was happening; it was like a dream from which he didn’t want to wake. He continued sliding himself in and out and began to feel his tension build. He picked up his pace and she began moaning again. Her pussy gripped him as she came again coaxing out his cum.

“I’m about to cum,” he said.

“Please don’t cum in me,” she responded. “I want to taste it. I want your cum in my mouth.”

As he slid out, she clambered off the desk and dropped to her knees taking him into her mouth once again. She could taste her wetness on his cock. It didn’t take long as she stroked his cock before she could feel the warm sperm shoot into the back of her throat and fill up her mouth. Satisfied she let him shoot the rest of his load over her face, neck, and tits.

Exhausted, Mark fell to the couch and sat down next to him. She put her head on his shoulder and ran her hand along his chest and stomach. He looked down at her and the person he once knew seemed to return. Smiling up at him she pulled his head close and kissed him again.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do that,” she said.

“Maybe I do,” he said smiling back. “Cuz it has crossed my mind plenty of times.”

They cleaned up, redressed, and he walked her to the door.

“So did you get what you needed?” he asked.

“That and more,” she smiled holding up her phone. “I left this here.”

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