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“The Conner Family – Ch 05”
“Love Across Town”
by
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The Conner Family Stories:
01-“A Gift On Christmas Eve”
02-“Gifts On Christmas Morning”
03-“Nightmares Of A Broken Promise”
04-“The Request”
05-“Love Across Town.” – current

She arched her back and spread her legs wider as she felt the welcomed tongue flick across her raised clit. Then the mouth clamped down and suckled upon it drawing it up as the fleshy nub slowly grew in size.

She could not believe how big her clit was getting. It had been awhile. She groaned as she planted her feet on the bed and pushed her groin willingly up at the mouth that was clamped to her cunt. There were several slow, sucking, wet lashes upon her engorged clit.

It was driving her to the edge. Another long moan escaped her lips.

The mouth between her legs seemed to swallow her entire clit, lips and all into its hot, moist, sucking orifice. Then the head shook back and forth adding more stimulation to her already hardened love button.

This was going to be good, she thought.

Then there were the fingers that began to slide into her very wet pussy. It felt so wonderful. “More,” she softly pleaded as she hunched her groin up harder against the mouth that was deliciously eating her out.

And those invading fingers began to rub that spot far back above her cervix. And she felt so delightfully full. Her lover knew exactly where rub. “Yessss,” she breathed into the semi-darkness as she felt the beginning of her orgasm quiver through her groin.

“A little more,” she pleaded.

Then she felt pressure on her anus and a probing finger pushed in.

She took a sharp breath, trying to adjust to the invader.

Then it hit her.

The orgasm rocked through her body as her stomach muscles contracted and her eyes rolled back. Her legs tightened up as the spasms coursed through her. She grabbed at the sheets with clinched fists. And she hung there shuddering for what seemed like – forever. And as the shudders eased she relaxed and slowly lowered herself down onto the bed with her legs splayed apart. She would have collapsed if she was not already laying upon the bed.

She blew out the breath she had been holding as one more shudder ran through her. Then she relaxed. She took a long deep breath and slowly let it out. And then another long slow breath in. This time she sighed in quiet contentment.

She opened her eyes and looked down at the smiling face looking back up at her. “Karen … ,” sighed Sharon. She took another deep breath. “That … was wonderful.”

“I’m glad,” Karen’s smile got brighter. “And we got two whole days.” She then crawled up to cuddle with her twin. “Sam’s sorry he couldn’t be here.”

Sharon wrapped an arm about her sister, pulling her close. “He’s a horny old fart.” She took another deep breath and exhaled.

“Yep,” replied Karen rubbing herself against her sister and she let her right hand drift across her sister’s warm breasts. “But he’s my horny old fart. You should feel lucky I like to share.”

Sharon snorted. “Yeah! Right!” She felt Karen kiss her softly on her right cheek. “You smell like pussy.”

“Course I do,” retorted Karen. “Been munching on yours for almost fifteen minutes.”

“Was it that long?”

“Hummmm,” whispered Karen, as she again kissed Sharon on the cheek. “Every delicious minute.”

Sharon sighed again. “Give illegal bahis me a few minutes and I’ll return the favor.”

“After dinner,” returned Karen. “Starting to get a bit hungry.”

“Yeah,” yawned Sharon. “Me too.

“Well,” began Karen, as she draped her right leg across Sharon’s to get closer. “I got spiced burgers made. Fresh green beans and carrots. A full salad ready. And some nice red wine in the fridge. Just need to cook the burgers up and select a salad dressing.”

“Sounds good.” Sharon yawned again. “And I brought over those DVDs Ken made from the home movies.”

“Really! Which ones?”

“From when we were kids,” replied Sharon.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Karen. “We can watch them during dinner. Want me start dinner?”

Sharon shook her head. “No. I’d like to just snuggle for a bit.” She reached down and pulled up a sheet and blanket to cover them.

Karen kissed her sister again on the cheek. “Yeah, me too.”

“How long have we been doing this?”

“Don’t know,” replied Karen. “A long time.”

“Any regrets?”

Karen leaned up to look down at her sister. “No, Sharon. Not for one moment. You?”

“Only once.”

“When?” asked Karen, her voice carrying concern.

“The first time,” answered Sharon. “When Mom discovered us fooling around.”

Karen stated, “When we were thirteen.”

“Yeah. I thought you were going to wake up Mom and Dad,” sputtered Sharon. “You were moaning so much. But I couldn’t stop. You tasted so good.”

“And you did too,” returned Karen. “Still do, Sis.”

“Then you screeched,” muttered Sharon.

“And we did wake her up!” laughed Karen.

“Then the door opened and Mom was standing there!” stated Sharon. “I thought she was gonna whale on us really good.”

Karen chuckled softly. “I remember her just standing there in the doorway looking in at us.”

“And both of us naked in the moon light,” added Sharon, chuckling also.

Karen squeezed the breast she held. “All Mom did was shake her head and told us to keep it down.”

Sharon added, “And then she had that silly grin on her face. Then she left.”

“Then their bed started squeaking,” chuckled Karen. “Sharon. I have no regrets. You’re my twin sister. How can I not be in love with you?”

Sharon gave Karen a loving kiss on the mouth. It quickly turned into a tongue probing moment.

Karen raised up, breaking the kiss.

“Thanks,” whispered Sharon.

“You’re my sister. And I love ya.” Karen paused looking at Sharon. “So who’s a horny little tramp?”

Sharon and Karen looked at each other smiling. Then they both started giggling. “We are!” they exclaimed together.

“Feel better?” asked Karen.

“Yes!” Sharon hugged her.

After a few minutes of laying together, Karen asked. “What do you think Jennifer and Kenneth are doing with the house to themselves?”

“Screwing their brains out,” sputtered Sharon.

Karen laughed. “Speaking of being naked,” she said as she tweaked Sharon’s left nipple. “What about Jen and Ken skinny dipping?”

“They weren’t alone,” chuckled Sharon.

“Yep,” agreed Karen. “All five of them. Bare ass to the world. You still got those pictures?”

“Sure do,” replied Sharon. “And the negatives. In the safe at home.”

“How many did we take of them?”

Sharon chuckled. “Enough to blackmail the lot of them several times illegal bahis siteleri over.”

Karen started giggling. “But Pam’s a lawyer.”

“Then we’ll start with her,” declared Sharon. “That will keep the others in line.”

“Good!” stated Karen. “Then our retirement is all set.”

Sharon chuckled. “And there we were watching them sneak out to the pool butt ass naked.”

“While the four of us were up in your bedroom. Butt ass naked too.”

“Considering everything,” said Sharon. “They were well behaved growing up. And … they have turned out pretty good.”

“Well, neither of us were well behaved,” sputtered Karen. “So I don’t know where they got it.”

“Where else but their Dads,” returned Sharon. “Couldn’t have been from us.”

“Really,” muttered Karen. “I’m surprised Mom and Dad didn’t lock us in the basement.”

“And loose the key,” added Sharon.

Karen snorted. “Or sell us to a circus.”

“See the Baker Twins on Expo,” declared Sharon. “Two nights only!”

The two hugged each other as they laughed.

“At least they got to see the kids grown up,” said Karen.

“I remember,” said Sharon. “Before they headed home that time. And how they said how proud they were of us and the kids.”

“Seems we did okay too,” added Karen.

“Yeah we did.”

“But I do love movie nights.” Karen suddenly sighed and hugged Sharon. “I do miss Bob.”

Sharon hugged her back, leaning her head on her sister’s shoulder. “Me too. Those first couple of years were bad.”

“I know, Sharon.”

“It got easier when Ken moved back.” Sharon sighed. “I was no longer rattling around in the house alone.” She looked up at Karen. “What really helped was having the movie nights with the kids and the grand kids over. That helped a lot.”

Karen added, “And the sleep overs.”

“And of course our famous Sunday brunch,” laughed Sharon.

Karen laughed with her. “Say, do you think that Jen and Ken. You know. If they ever … “

Sharon looked at her sister. “Before?” She shook her head. “No. Don’t think so. They were both good kids growing up. I trusted Kenneth to always do the right thing.” She snorted. “Now Sue and Pam were another thing.” She paused a moment. “Bob had better luck with them then me.”

“Funny, Jennifer always listened to Sam,” added Karen. “You know she listened to me and all. But on the important stuff she always did a sit down with Sam. And Brian liked to come to me.”

Sharon asked, “How did Jen do with the news that they were adopted?”

“Well.” Karen sighed. “You know they got into the airport about midnight and then here way late due to the storm,” stated Karen. “Brian went right to bed. But Jen and I sat up just talking for about an hour. I told her then. Before the others, so she could be ready for how everyone else would react.”

“How’d she take it?”

Karen looked at her for a long moment. “I would say relieved.”

“Relieved?”

Karen nodded. “Yeah. She had just survived the plane crash. All her injuries pushed her right out of the Navy. Her future was gone. And you’ve seen her scars. The burns.” Karen suddenly pouted looking at Sharon. Her eyes filling with tears. “Sharon, I almost lost my baby!” Then she started to cry.

Sharon hugged her close.

After several minutes Karen took a deep breath and let it out. She nodded. “I wanted her to know that canlı bahis siteleri no matter what she would always be my daughter. That would not change. Not ever.”

“I told Ken the same thing,” added Sharon. “Why was Jen relieved?”

“Kenneth,” stated Karen simply. “I think.” She took a deep breath. “Because no matter what had ever happened in their lives the other has always been there. Look at all the mail they sent.” Karen took another deep breath and let it out slowly. She leaned against Sharon. “The next day, after she woke up, all she did was pace. She could not sit down for long. She was lost. I could see it. And so could Sam.” Karen sighed heavily. “Everything she had worked for for so long was gone. Everything she was aiming for was taken from her. She only had one thing she could hold on to. Something she always had. Ken. Sure she had us. But… ” Karen looked at Sharon. “You know how they were growing up.”

“I know,” replied Sharon softly. “They were closer than us.”

“Yeah. They were.” Karen nodded. “And they had just spent those three months living together,” stated Karen. “Just the two of them. You know, Jen told me she could only sleep if Ken was in the same bed with her. Holding her.” Karen sighed. “She said it was the only way she felt safe.”

“Like they did growing up,” added Sharon.

“Sharon, they became a couple during that time together.”

Sharon sighed. “I know, Karen. Ken, buried himself in his work when he got back. He was glad to be home. But… “

Karen said softly, “But he left his heart with Jennifer.”

“Yeah,” agreed Sharon. “He did.”

“You know, Sharon, I always worried when Jen went out with someone else,” stated Karen. “But when Jennifer was out with Ken, I didn’t worry. I knew she would be safe. I knew my baby would come home. And with Kenneth with her in Florida, I knew he would take good care of her. I knew she’d be okay.”

“Like he always has,” added Sharon.

“Yeah!” Karen smiled. “They always took care of each other.”

“From sprained ankles to chicken pox,” said Sharon. “And Ken’s broken leg.”

“Yep!” Karen snorted. “But just watching her just pace around the house last Christmas Eve. I knew they had to be together. As did Sam.”

“So what about your ring?” asked Sharon. “How did you ever think of that?”

Karen snuggled closer. “That was all Sam’s idea. I thought it was perfect. It was the one thing that would let Jen know we were okay with how she felt about Ken. About the two of them being together.”

“Did Brian tell you he gave Ken a deadline?”

Karen chuckled. “The scamp! Not a clue! He skyped Sam’s computer so we could all watch.” She shook her head. “Our kids planned all that.”

Sharon laughed. “A typical Conner plan.”

Karen chuckled. “Better than the average ones.”

“Brian just told me to stay quiet and he made the call,” stated Sharon. “Then we sneaked downstairs and watched while he held up the phone.”

“I cried watching,” stated Karen. “And Sam was perfect.”

“How so?”

“As we watched them, he hugged me and said Jen was going to be okay.”

“How’d he know?” asked Sharon.

“She’s Daddy’s Girl,” replied Karen, as she settled down next to her twin sister. She sighed. “Always has been.”

Sharon said softly, “Now she belongs with Ken.”

Karen kissed Sharon’s cheek. “She was Daddy’s Girl. But her heart always belonged to Ken.”

“They were lucky we found them after that tornado,” sighed Sharon.

“No, Sharon,” whispered Karen. “We were the lucky ones.”

The End
“Love Across Town”
“The Conner Family – Ch 05”

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She was a girlfriend of a friend of mine, but couple a weeks ago they parted. Honestly say, Marina was not my type of the woman for the serious relationship: always smiling, merry and ready to laugh at everything. Marina was young Russian girl, 19 years old, with a pretty face, beautiful long dark hair and petite body, nice tits and ass. Of course she was a constant cock-tease. It was hard to speak with her and look in her face, cause she always wore a tight short skirts, which showed her shapely legs, and little tops, which exposed her tanned flat belly with a piercing in the navel. She knew very well that she is beautiful, and she advertised it constantly.

We live in small town in the south Canada, and near it situated a small forest – about a two miles long and a mile wide. There are two roads through it: straight highway and little path that is leading right in the middle of the wood and circling there a lot.

We decided to walk a little in this forest in one of the long hot summer days – me, Marina and four other guys and girls. I never felt any enthusiasm about this walk, cause I thought it would be very boring. About a 40 minutes before the time of our meeting weather turns bad. There was a lot of hot wind, clouds and all other signs of the oncoming rain. All my so-called friends called me one after another and said that they would not go anywhere, and they told me that I must go and tell Marina about it, – she left her house first. Their arguments was that she live closer to my house, and that this damn walk was my idea all the time. I said them what I think about all this shit and left my house. After all it was a little exciting to meet such a tease in the wood without any other people for miles.

Marina was sharp and came in time to our meeting place – the most unusual behaviour for a girl.

I told her about the situation and suddenly invited her to walk in the forest for ourselves – without other people. She agreed with strange excitement and we started to walk in the wood by the small path.

We walked unhurriedly, talking about different things. Her English was good, she only had a little accent, and she talked a much, but I almost didn’t listen. I thought about her, and I decided that I was a blind man all this years – maybe she was little too light for me, but what’s a illegal bahis hell? She was so teasing, and of course she was a great lay, as my friends told me.

Marina turned me on with her dress – she wore a short white top, as usual, and tight jeans shorts. She moved with certain grace, her shaped legs calls for me and urged me to fall her in the grass and fuck her silly. I had my doubts, and maybe I would not did anything, but she turned her face to me with some question and looked me in the eyes. I saw a hot desire in her green eyes and felt a wave of excitement. She asked me silently: “Fuck me!” – it was clear. I looked down at her breasts and Marina smiled knowingly.

I answered something, I don’t remember what, and lead her faster in the depth of the forest. Marina showed no ability to make a first step, she just walked by my side and continued her babble. We walked for about a ten minutes, and was deep in the forest, we passed a distance of loudest scream. Marina, of course, understood what was going to happen, but she only smiled, clutching my hand, jumped merrily over the tree-roots and walked on. If I was going to do anything with her, it was my decision and my initiative, I was in charge here.

I stopped near the small opening in the wood and lead Marina after me through the bushes. We came to the small glade, surrounded by the high trees, like a thick curtain.

I took Marina by her arm and rounded her to me, pressed her to the tree and passionately kissed her. She opened her mouth, almost unwillingly, and my tongue entered her. She placed her hands on my shoulders, maybe embracing, and maybe pushing me away. I never wanted to waste any time – I has to fuck this Russian slutty tease immediately, or…There can’t be any “or”. Marina caressed my back, trying to lift my coat. I wanted to do this for so long: I began to squeeze her tits, enjoying the feeling of her firm flesh under my hands. Her top hindered me, so I savagely tossed it and threw white material away. Her small bra was beautiful, but I don’t wanted to look at it. Marina helped me to unbuckle it, or the bra would had the fate of the top. I threw it.

What a tits! They was so nice, firm, perfectly shaped, with a pink nipples hard of arousal. I kissed one of her tit and caressed another with my hand. Marina threw back her head, illegal bahis siteleri letting me do what I wanted. I played with her nipples, kissed and tongued them, gently bit them. Marina breathed hard, I saw her arousal.

My cock was hard as a rock, pressing my pants and aching to be free. I hastily unbuttoned and pulled down Marina’s shorts, then tossed away her little white panties. They was all soaked with girlie juices. She was very excited, I never expected such passion. I entered her vagina with two of my fingers, girl arched her back and moaned passionately, muttering some words in Russian, pressing her crotch to me. Couple of movements was enough, she couldn’t bear it any more, moaned, her vaginal muscles clenched my fingers, and she get her orgasm.

I did not let her have a rest, took one of her tanned long legs under the knee, unzipped my pants and entered her with all my 8 inches. Marina groaned and pressed to me tighter. Every thrust caused her to moan, she screamed, biting her lip, and almost hanged on my hands. I locked my lips on her mouth and kissed her while rhythmically pounding her hot, wet snatch. It was a little hard to hold her in this position, I begin to get tired a little, so I freed her leg and forced girl to kneel in front of my throbbing cock.

“Suck it, baby!!!” -I groaned, and she obediently took my long fat dick in her small mouth. She diligently sucked my tool, deepthroating it, caressing my balls and jerking me with her hand when I pulled it out of her trembling, hot, wet mouth. I placed my hands on her head and pushed her harder when I wanted to enter her throat. Marina gagged, giving a sweet moans and not on a second stopped her sucking, flickering the head of my cock with her tongue.

“I’m cumming, baby!” – the sensitive head of my cock was deep down her throat then it happened at last. I pressed Marina’s head to my crotch and my cum splashed spurts after spurts into her willing moaning mouth. Never in my life I cummed so long: load after load of my sperm entered her mouth, I groaned “Swallow it, suck me dry, swallow it, baby!” – and she sucked and swallowed every drop of my hot sperm, continue to caress my balls, as if she wanted to take all of my cum for the rest of my life. She gobbled all that I could give her soundly, but it was not the end.

She canlı bahis siteleri continued to suck my cock, now very tenderly and dutifully, and the excellent little cocksucker she was: my dick was hard again after a three minutes of her work. I pulled my tool out of her willing mouth and said hoarsely:

“Now I want to fuck you, sweety.”

She breathed her willing consent, but never I waited for it. I turned her, let her press her hands to the tree, and stepped closer. Marina arched her tanned back and presented her open snatch for me. Her vagina was dripping wet, and I placed my hands on her tits and started to pound her as a last whore. Marina moaned and sighed, after some time she turned her face to me and softly asked me:

“Fuck me in the ass, please!”

I never left a chance to fuck a girl in such a way, so I pressed the head of my cock to her anus and thrusted forward. Marina screamed and thrusted herself on my penis, I moved and my tool entered her from behind. I pounded her ass with a great speed, hurting her badly perhaps, but girl seemed to had a big pleasure in this. I saw that she furiously fingered her snatch while I pumped her anus, so I let her came third time and pulled my cock out of her ass. I brought her down on the grass, positioned her and begin to pound her doggy-style in her ass again. I take a handful of her long hair and stroked it with every my movement. Marina screamed so loud that I thanked myself for showing a lot of wits to walk so deep in the forest. A begin to spank her with every thrust, and her cries was unbelievable exciting for me.

I was close for my second orgasm, so I turned girl on her back, pushed her, pressed her head to the tree and moved my dick to her quivering panting mouth.

“Ass to mouth, baby, suck it!”

She happily received my fat long cock in her wet mouth and I begin to fuck her with a frantic rhythm. It cannot lasted long, so I entered her throat again and my dick unloaded. I still had a lot of sperm, so I pulled my cock out and cummed in the face of moaning, slurping, swallowing Russian teen.

“Clean my cock, honey.” – Marina wearily sucked my softening tool till it was dry.

Everything was over today, so we dressed up, Marina only in her bra and shorts: her top was tossed now. We walked out of the forest, and parted near my house.

“You can call me every time you want.” – said Marina, smiling. “I would be happy to see you again.”

“Of course I will call you, Marina.” -I smiled and embraced her. – “Next morning, sweety, I will call you.”

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Day Ten

6.30 am

I wake up to the bed shaking me awake. I see Tom masturbating to me sleeping, something that satisfies me. He still finds me hot, even as i lie in his sticky cum.

Tom crawls across the bed and lifts my leg up to examine my pussy strangely. “You’re late,” he says, smiling as he draws me closer. This doesn’t really surprise either of us, I have a contraceptive implant in my arm that causes me to have irregular periods, but it still makes Tom happy, I don’t have an excuse not to fuck him over the next week.

He smiles widely and pushes his dick deep into me. He doesn’t like fucking me while I’m on my period, he doesn’t like wearing condoms anyway and the blood repulses him. My mind flickers back to our honeymoon when he licked my pussy despite the blood that was in it and I smile.

He comes and he lifts me out of bed and into the bath. We bathe together, watching each other touch ourselves all over. We’re both even more hornier, but we get dressed, deciding that neither of us can be late to work.

12 pm

I keep looking at my phone, expecting Luke to call me and apologize for canceling on me twice in the past week, but the call doesn’t come through. I haven’t fucked him in like a week its really annoying me that my ass hasn’t been

4 pm

There’s still no call from Luke so I decide just to go home. I won’t be the person who calls him, I don’t want to be seen as weak. My pussy needs a break from all of this fucking anyway.

6 pm

Tom’s mum calls me to tell me that he’s visiting them and so won’t be back in time for dinner. I’m glad to hear that he’s actually visiting his parents and not fucking Holly. It makes me feel like all of the work I put into our relationship is worth it. It makes me feel so good to know that.

9.30 pm

I fell asleep on the couch, my homemade chicken rice in my hand, content with my life.

Day Eleven

7.30 am

I’m surprised to wake up and find myself in my bed, Tom’s arms tightly around me. He must’ve taken me to bed when he got back from his mum’s. He smells nice, like my jasmine shampoo. I wake him up with hundreds of kisses on his face, he surprised that I was so into us, but he was so nice to me, all I want is to be with him.

“Someone’s excited to see me!” he laughed, kissing me back, his dick growing harder by the second. I slide my lips down his body, down his neck, then his chest until I reach his massive dick. I gaze into his eyes as I lick his dick attentively, my tongue licking the precum happily from the tip.

He groans as I arch my back and suck hard. He puts his hands on the back of my head, making me deepthroat his dick. He’s close to cumming, I can feel his body shake. He cums and I swallow all of it. He pulls my face from his dick and to kiss me, congratulating me on surviving such a heavy load.

I slide myself up to his face, sitting on the top of his face. He grunts in delight, glad that now he gets his fun. His tongue finds its way into my pussy, exploring it eagerly, trying to pendik escort make me cum. His hands squeeze my ass in pleasure as he pushes me closer to his face. I start wailing in pleasure, he’s so fucking good, I love him. His free hands start massaging my massive tits, he loves playing with them so much, I love it when he plays with them too, I feel like my other fuckboys leave my tits unattended too.

“Fuck me, Tom. I want you to fuck me,” I say loudly. He loves the foreplay but I just want to be fucked now, my pussy is aching for it.

He complies, easing his large dick into my tight pussy. He thrusts slow and hard and I can’t help grunting every time he does it. He laughs, entertained that i can’t help myself when he is inside of me. Everything feels so good when he’s inside of me.

He starts sucking my tits as he thrusts, and I can feel that we’re both close to cumming. I cum first, all over his slow-moving dick, but he continues thrusting, giving me no time to recover. He wants to cum as well now. He grunts as he pulls out, releasing his large load all over my tits. I lick his sum up seductively, annoyed that he wasted it all.

We rock together, moaning and panting until I collapse in a heap on top of him. He holds me, running his fingers through my long hair and along my back. He kisses my neck and whispers to me how much he loves me. It’s a shame that sometimes I’m doubtful of his love for me, if he really liked me would he need to fuck other people?

4 pm

I come out of work swearing furiously. Luke still hasn’t called or texted me to apologize for canceling on me. It’s actually really worrying – we used to call and text a lot even if we weren’t sleeping together.

I resolve to call him and ask what’s wrong after I let out all of my angry energy. I need someone to fuck. And there’s only one person i just fuck without strings attached. And that’s Matt.

I entered the room, fully clothed, clad in a shapeless emerald green dress. Matt opened the door, utterly delighted to see me. Ben was nowhere to be seen and I didn’t mind. I just wanted Matt to fuck me in my ass, with no-one else to distract us.

He took his shirt off and I rubbed my hands over his chiseled abs, admiring his perfect body. Matt still looked the same as he did in college; his athletic and muscular body still perfect. I found myself asking myself why we had we never been more than just fuckbubbies?

His hands removed the straps on my dress and it fell to the floor. Suddenly I was completely naked before him, apart from a cheeky thong that barely covered anything.

“After all of these years you still look amazing,” he whispered, pushing me down onto the bed. He bent down, eagerly sucking and pulling my tits. I was aroused by this, my tits never got this much attention even though they were so hard to miss.

His mouth lowered to my legs. He began by nibbling my legs, teasing me about what he was going to do to me. I was so wet, I was so excited about fucking Matt, I wanted someone different from Tom inside kurtköy escort of me.

He threw my panties aside, annoyed by the barrier they brought. He then lent down and licked me, slowly at first, teasing the outside of my lips before lightly licking my clit. He had a bigger tongue than Tom, so it was easier for him to get me on the edge of climaxing. I writhed in his arms, groaning loudly, pleasured by what was happening to me.

I came, right in his face. He didn’t seem put off by it, continuing to lick my pussy. His hands tightened on my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he pushed his face deeper into my dripping wet pussy.

I watched him smile as I finished, and then I immediately yelped as he put a finger in my pussy. It felt so fucking good to have it in me, writhing around inside me like a dick couldn’t.

He flipped me around and I suddenly realized what he was doing. He wasn’t wanting to finger my pussy, he was lubing his hand up with my juices so that he could finger my ass.

I moaned as he put his fingers inside my tight hole, thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass. Luke had never done something like this before, never finger-fucking my ass, only actually fucking it. I found myself moving my body with each of his thrusts, enjoying it terribly.

Obviously he could take no more of seeing my ass moving up and down like that and he buttoned his pants, taking his cock out. He did what I had been waiting for him to do, put his dick in my ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks as he thrusted into my tight hole, faster and faster.

He continued thrusting repetitively and suddenly the motions stopped as Matt’s body was overcome by a massive orgasm. He shot his whole load into my ass, something that I wasn’t expecting to happen.

He pulled out and we laid there on the bed, exploring each other’s bodies. I felt so safe and secure in Matt’s arms, i always had, he made me feel so fulfilled.

Day Twelve

8.30 am

“Fuck!” I swore, untangling myself from Matt. I had stayed the night at his place when I shouldn’t have. Tom had been at home last night as well, there was no excuse for what I had done.

I thanked Matt for last night, rushing out of the room, practically naked. My panties were soaked and I hadn’t been wearing a bra. My colleagues were going to be suspicious; I was wearing the same thing I had been wearing yesterday. It didn’t help that I was ‘happily’ married. I shouldn’t have done what I had done and I knew it.

I called Tom on the way to work, pretending that I had stayed late at work and had accidentally fallen asleep on my couch. I could tell he couldn’t believe me, but I had pretended to believe so many of his bullshit excuses before he didn’t argue at all. I knew he suspected something, I was going to have to pretend I was making him a surprise or something.

12 pm

My phone lit up with the text I had been waiting for. It was from Luke, telling me to come over to his house after work. Today was a Saturday, I shouldn’t have been working kartal escort anyway and I was surprised that Luke remembered that. It was the opening weekend for a new exhibition and I had wanted to be here.

5 pm

On my way to Luke’s I bought myself some underwear and a jumper. It was obvious to me that it wasn’t a booty call, and I wasn’t going to myself to him for cheap, he had been ignoring me for days now.

6 pm

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? No calls, no texts, no nothing. Do I really mean that little to you?” I screamed at him. He shyly ushered me inside, the sweat plastered to his face. He hadn’t said a word to defend himself, of course he knew I was right.

“We used to be the best of friends and now you ghost me? I thought something terrible had happened to you, I thought Holly had found out or something. I respected your wishes to keep me away with no explanation and you can’t even be bothered to defend yourself?” I roared, my blonde hair bobbing around in the wind.

“I’m sorry, Bella, but I can’t do this anymore. It was fun while it lasted I guess,” he said, turning away from me. He was fidgeting nervously, it had taken him a lot of courage for him to break my heart like that.

“I let you fuck me for months because Tom is fucking Holly and this is how you treat me?! You are just as bad as he is, using me for my body. I thought we understood each other, I thought it wasn’t just fun for you?” I was crying not, while screaming, uncontrollable tears rolling down my cheeks.

No-one had ever broken up with me before, it had always been me who had ended it, I had no idea how to act. It didn’t help it was Luke who was telling me this, he knew just how badly Tom had treated me and yet he was doing the same thing to me. He was choosing that fucking bitch hoe Holly over me.

“Holly proposed to me, Bella,” he whispered, I couldn’t believe the words he was telling me. “Holly proposed to me a few days ago. I was keeping my distance because I didn’t know what I was going to do when i next saw you. I didn’t know whether I was going to fuck you or cry with you.” I appreciated how honest he was being.

“She proposed to you hours after fucking my husband. Why has she decided she wants to marry you after years of doing this?”

“I think she’s realized just how much she means to me. Tom is with her for sex, I love her Bella and I will forgive her for everything.”

“And I love you Luke. More than I probably should, but I can’t change that.” He hugged me, like a best friend should, comforting me. I was losing a lover now, all he was going to be was my friend from now on.

“I love you too, Bella. I love you more than a friend. I can’t do this to her anymore, no matter what she does to me. I can’t use you for revenge anymore, you mean too much too me.”

9 pm

I cried for hours in his arms, I couldn’t believe what had just happened to us, was there even an ‘us’ anymore? I had just lost a fuckboy and Holly had won. She had both Luke and Tom. Was she even really my best friend?

He carried me upstairs and I fell asleep in his arms. It was so nice to be close to him, too close to him, for the last time. I would never be able to see him like this again and that hurt me. What on earth was I going to do?

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Janet was feeling down. Glen was accusing her of being “unfaithful”, of cheating on him, which in the broad sense was true. He didn’t mind her having sex with other men when he was there, but he’d found out that Ron, from next door, dropped in once in a while and he was furious.

Men could be such assholes, she said to herself. They wanted things their way or not at all. She loved Glen in her own way, but having relations with other men was important to her mental health. A couple of months ago there had been that fine young man who’d worked on the wall by the garden, and fucked her as she lay face down on the picnic table on the deck. But he’d finished the job and moved on. Man she could use some of that right now.

She wandered into the bedroom, opened a draw and fingered some of her best lingerie. Suddenly she had an idea. She tore off her jeans, her sweater and underwear, and ran into the shower. She had a nice long hot shower, making sure all her special places were clean. When she’d dried off she walked into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

“God I look good.” She thought as she examined herself in the mirror, then sat down on the bed, reached into the draw of her bedside table and took out her vibrator. No, first I’ll have a little smoke to get myself in the mood. She lit up a joint and sucked in the heavy sweet smoke. That’s more like it.

She lay back, spread her legs and put the vibrator on her clitoris.

“Aaah.” She sighed “That’s heaven.”

Then she remembered — “Oh shit, that old man is coming to measure the windows. What time is it?”

She looked at her watch, “He’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

She and Glen had decided to have double pane windows put in. They’d gone to the shop and met this nice older man who’d been recommended, and he was coming today to measure all the windows in the house. “What fun it would be to dress up in my nicest underwear and tease the old guy.” She thought.

Quickly she dressed stockings, garterbelt, heels, black bra and panties — those flared panties would appeal to an old guy. Then a short skirt and blouse. NO! A black negligee. She wouldn’t button it all the way, and as she walked the split in front would reveal as much as she wanted.

She was still putting her makeup on when the doorbell rang. She’d make him wait a couple of minutes while she finished the job. Nice, very inviting. For a woman of forty plus, Janet was absolutely yummy, she knew it and flaunted it. A natural red head, nice slender body and really nice legs, she’d always wished she had bigger breasts, but men liked what she had, and always paid a lot of attention to them, she liked that.

She looked herself over once more in the mirror before buttoning up the negligee, making sure it was unbuttoned half way up her thigh. This was going to be fun, she just hoped the old guy wouldn’t have a heart attack, then she heard the doorbell again.

“Come in, Mister………..” As she opened the door she found herself facing a much younger guy. “Who are you?” This was a pleasant surprise, instead of the old fellow, whose name was now driven from her mind; there was a man of about twenty-five. Nice looking guy, Latin or Italian probably.

“Hi! Mister Seidel couldn’t make it, he’s sick, and he hoped it was okay if I came by myself instead.”

“Uh well….yeah, I guess so.” She was speechless. She felt naked in front of a much younger man than she had expected, and probably as a result of smoking the weed, couldn’t think straight.

“My name’s Rick.” He went on. “I was supposed to help the boss do the measuring, but he said maybe you could give me a hand. Just holding the tape at one end, that sort of thing. But you’re not dressed for it, so maybe we’d better postpone it.”

She looked Rick over for a couple of minutes. He was nicely built, a little short, but then she had heels on. He was quite handsome, with a wonderful smile, and nervous, but she wasn’t going to postpone this! He had the sort of build she liked, not really muscular, but then not fat, in fact, just right.

“No no, that’s okay, if you just need someone to hold the end of the tape. Come in.” She could think of something she’d like to measure! This WAS going to be fun.

Rick had got the truck ready that morning, then old man Seidel said he wasn’t feeling good, so Rick could do the measuring for the windows himself, he said, and if necessary the woman at the address could probably help by holding the tape. It should be an easy job though, he thought.

Rick had only been working about four months and had made an impression on the boss, but this was the first time he’d gone out alone. He still lived at home with his parents, but paid more than his share of expenses, so didn’t feel like moving out and was saving a lot this way. He was a shy kid who’d had only a couple two girlfriends, he really liked girls only he was too shy to ask them out.

He had no real hobbies unless you count working out at the gym, hiking, mostly with buddies, bird watching, oh and, of course, masturbation. göztepe escort He loved watching girls or looking at magazines, then jerking off. He was always careful not to leave any evidence around for his mother to find, though. His mother thought he was such a good boy, but his father knew better, his only fear being that he would turn queer like his uncle Freddy.

He’d been expecting an older woman, and while this woman was more than ten years older than him, she was a knockout. Besides, she was hardly dressed, and he felt the warmth rising in his crotch. He brought his tools into the house, and followed her, and it seemed that he could almost see through the black thing she was wearing. In fact when she stood in the sunlight by the window he could see the outline of her body, and what she had on underneath that black thing.

He felt almost sick with excitement and was torn two ways: one, to just stand and watch her walking around the house, the other to find a place to jack-off. He wanted to do it while he watched her, or to go off somewhere, anywhere, take out his cock and rub it briskly, until it squirted and the sperm flew. No! No! He thought, first get the job done, then there’d be time for sport.

She was talking to him as he stood there in a daze.

“………and then let me know when you need help, or should I help you right away?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear what you said.” As he blushed.

“My, you seem to be miles away, probably thinking about your girlfriend. Shall I help

you right now? I’ve got nothing else on.” This WAS going to be fun!

“Yes…..I mean no. I don’t need help with the small windows, but when I get to the big

ones and the sliders I might have to call you.”

“Would it bother you if I sat and watched?” Janet loved to watch a man at work.

“Oh God. ” He thought, would it bother him. “No, I wouldn’t mind if you watched.” But

I could watch you all day, standing just where you are beside the window, where I

see what you’ve got on. Bra, stockings and a garter belt, or is it pantyhose?

“Good,” She said, “Well I’ll just sit over here and read, and you call me when you need me.”

“Okay, then I’ll get to work.”

There were three small windows in the living room, then he got to the slider.

“If you have a step stool, maybe you could hold the tape at the top, and I’ll take the reading at the bottom.”

She went to get the step stool, set it by the sliding door, and he handed her the end of the tape measure. She stepped up on the stool with her feet on the lower and upper steps, and as she did her negligee fell away from the knee on the upper step. Rick stared at her beautiful leg, revealed all the way until the stocking top and the tab on the garter were showing. Then he went down on one knee to read the tape, his nose inches away from her knee.

He could smell her perfume, see her thigh. He felt dizzy.

“Okay, that’s 87 inches — I mean 78 inches. Wait, stay there, I’ll have to remeasure.”

Janet smiled as he went down again, so close to her knee, to her thigh, to……..She mustn’t think of it, not now.

“Right, 78 inches. Now if you’ll hold the end of the measure just inside the bottom of the frame…..”

“Like this?” As she went down on one knee and her negligee fell further open, and Rick saw the stocking top and garter.

Yes, oh yes, he thought, but said, “Yes that’s fine, just hold it there while I check it out.” And he gazed at her lovely thigh.

“Shall I stay just like this?” Janet asked as she smiled at him.

“That’s perfect.” This was driving him crazy and he loved every minute.

Rick continued to measure all the windows, and Janet helped with the bigger ones and each time Rick saw more or less of her underwear, but was more settled down, now. Soon he’d be free to enjoy himself. To find a wooded spot, maybe up the hill across the way, take out his cock and find some relief. After all he’d seen today it would be wonderful, and he’d remember this beautiful woman, and imagine he was fucking her. He’d imagine those wonderful thighs were wrapped around him while they kissed and fucked.

She was speaking to him again. “……….you are in a daze today, aren’t you. I just asked if you’d like a cup of coffee or tea, or maybe a glass of wine. I’m going to smoke a joint, myself, but I’m sure you’re not allowed to do that.”

“A joint? You mean marijuana?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“Would you like to try it?”

“I shouldn’t.”

“I’ll go and get it while you make up your mind.”

Soon Janet was back with the cigarette already lit up.

“Here.” She held it out to him. “Just draw it in deep, hold it as long as you can, then let it out.”

He did as she told him to do. Nothing.

“Sit down. It takes a few minutes at first.” As she took another drag, sitting opposite him, legs crossed, and negligee loosely falling away from her knee.

He took another drag, then looked at her, feeling a little lightheaded kurtköy escort now. He realized that he could see her panties.

“Do you know I can see your underwear?” He said. “And I’ve been able to see your underwear every time we measured together.”

“Could you? And what do you see now.” As she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly apart.”

“Now I can really see you panties.”

“Would you like to kiss me? I’d like you to.”

Rick got up, now feeling quite lightheaded and carefree, leaned over Janet as she sat with her head back, and kissed her. It felt as if she was sucking him into her mouth, and soon their tongues were entwined, meeting, exploring each other’s mouths.

He went down on one knee, his hand fondling her breast through her clothing. Their mouths were still locked together as she started to undo her negligee. Now his hand was on her bra, kneading her tit, so she undid the clasp in front and his hand was on her soft breast.

Rick’s mind was a complete fog. This situation was beyond his wildest dreams as his hands and mouth moved automatically to their natural targets, her mouth and her breasts. These weren’t the firm breast of girls he’d touched in the past, but soft mature breasts. However the nipple responded in the same way as he rolled it between his thumb and finger, and soon stood erect.

Janet too was in a daze, but she knew where she was going. She wanted this young man, and could imagine his hard cock sticking out from his pants. She could imagine it already dripping and wanted to feel the smooth head in her hand, in her mouth……….sliding into her vagina. This was going to be a wonderful morning.

They went on like this for several minutes, as his mouth found her tit, sucked on it, then nibbled the nipple, and she was making soft contented noises.

“Oh, sooo nice. That feels so good. Aah yes.”

Now his free hand slid down her body to her silky panties, where he found the leg and slipped his hand in. He found her soft pubic hair, then his fumbling, exploring fingers found her moist slit, and there at the top, her clitoris. He started to rub it gently.

She gave a huge sigh. “Oh God, that’s it. Right there.” She felt his hesitant fingers rubbing her most sensitive spot, then penetrating her vagina. She wanted his cock in her, she wanted everything, NOW, but held back, enjoying the moment.

“Just as minute.” She said. Then raising her buttocks she pulled her panties over her knees, over her feet, almost in slow motion, and threw them across the room.

Slowly she opened her legs, inviting him to continue, to do what he wanted with her now-open cunt. Rick didn’t need a second invitation, but stood up, pulled off his pants, then looked at the spot between Janet’s spread legs. He’d never seen a woman’s vagina before because all his lovemaking had been in darkened places. It was open, showing the red inner labia, waiting for him. It looked bigger than he’d thought.

“Shall I…..can I…..lick it?” He asked hesitantly, as he gazed at her open crotch.

She watched him in amusement, even spreading a little wider for him.

“Never ask a woman that. My cunt is open for your, for my pleasure. Do what you want with it!”

He fell on his knees between her legs, as she lay back with her eyes closed, and felt his fingers opening her, then his tongue hesitantly flick out, lick, then start to lick in earnest. For Janet this was heaven, she always loved to have her cunt licked, but this young man would need some instruction.

“There right at the top, lick my clit. Not too hard…….Aaah that’s it.”

Rick wasn’t sure at first if he really wanted to do this. Her musky smell was strange, almost unpleasant, but very compelling.

“You can spread it with your fingers. Yes, like that. Oh..oh, yes good. Rub inside a little bit. Aaah so fine.”

Rick was getting into it now. Her smell was inspiring him, and his fingers stretching her opening wider, brought more of her internal odor out.

Janet was getting inspired too. “That’s it! Stretch it wider! Fuck me with your fingers.” She wanted more. “Harder, lick harder. Stretch it wider, harder with your fingers, harder, harder!”

And she gave a huge groan as she reached an orgasm.

“That’s enough! That’s enough! Stop! Fuck me now.”

Rick stood up between her legs.

“Don’t I need a rubber?”

“JUST FUCK ME!” Janet almost screamed. Where was his cock?

Rick ripped his shorts off, fell on his knees in front of her gaping hole, and shoved his dripping cock into it. In his mind he was thinking that it was big, maybe he shouldn’t have stretched it so much. But now he was ramming his cock into it.

Bang ..bang..bang..he went. It felt so good, he’d never really enjoyed fucking so much. But then, suddenly, uncontrollably, he felt the surge deep in his cock, in his balls, and knew he was coming. He didn’t want to come so quickly, but he couldn’t control it.

He started to shoot inside her.

“Ah..ahh…aah..Oh God that’s good. I’m sorry.. pendik escort ah… yes. Oh you’re so good.”

Then he lay still between her legs, which she wrapped around him.

“That was quick, my little lover. I hope you last longer next time.” She said quietly.

“I’m real sorry,” Rick answered. “I was so worked up, I couldn’t stop it.”

“That’s okay.” She whispered. They kissed. He wondered how she could kiss him after he’d been licking her, but her kissing was more tender now, more loving.

“I hope you’ll be able to come back in a few minutes, I’d like you to make love to me many times.”

“I don’t know,” He said nervously, ” I’ve never tried to do it more than once.”

“Then I’m going to have to teach you if you’re going to be my lover.” She smiled at him.

“Your lover? “

“Yes, my lover. I have several lovers, and love each one when he’s with me, fucking me.”

Other lovers? What sort of woman was this? But it excited him to think he could become her lover. He started to pull out of her and she opened her legs to release him.

“Be careful! Don’t drip on the floor.” She called softly.

He stood up and again gazed at her red vagina now lying open but with a white glob of his sperm oozing from it. It made him think of what she’d said, that she had many lovers. Did they all look at her cunt, did they all see their come dripping out of her red hole?

“Didn’t your mother tell you it’s rude to stare?” as she closed her legs.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he reached for the Kleenex she offered him. “It’s just that I’ve never really seen………….”

“…..A woman’s vagina?” She finished the sentence for him. “A woman’s cunt after you’ve used it?”

“I’m sorry.” He said, and Janet laughed.

“Silly boy, they all do that.”

Janet took a kleenex, wiped herself off and got up.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom to have some more fun.” And she took his hand and started to lead him down the hall, but before they got all the way the doorbell rang.

She told him to go on down to the bedroom and went to the door.

Was it another of her lovers, Rick wondered. Maybe her husband? In either case he’d have to leave, he was sure. But no, it was the postman.

Damn, Janet thought, this mailman had a way of showing up at the most inconvenient times, as she opened the door.

“Package you have to sign for ma’am.” The mailman told her. He could have just left it at the mailbox with a slip, but he liked going up to the house, he never knew what he’d see. This time he noticed there was a glass company truck parked outside, and when she came to the door she had on a see-through robe thing. What now? He wondered.

“Okay.” She said as he handed her the package and then his clipboard. “Where do I sign.”

“Right on that line.” He told her. She tried to sign holding the clipboard in her hand, but couldn’t hold it steady. She put her foot up on the wicker chair on the porch, to rest the clipboard on her knee, and her negligee fell away revealing her knee, then as it slipped more, her thigh, stocking top and garter. The mailman felt dizzy, because as he moved slightly to the right he could see pubic hair.

“Did you know your robe was undone?” He asked Janet as he took back the clipboard.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiled as she glanced down and started to button it up.

He stumbled down the steps in a daze, got in the van and drove off. He knew what he had to do. He’d drive up the hill to the wooded area beyond the houses, take out his cock and jack off. This woman was wonderful! She never ceased to tantalize him, to tease him, though he thought it wasn’t intentional. He had to be more careful though. Last time his wife had asked what the sticky stuff was in his shorts when she did the laundry.

When she went back to the bedroom Janet found Rick had her vibrator and was playing with it.

“Naughty boy! Who said you could play with my toys?”

She laughed as she took it away from him. “There’ll be time for that later. Right now I want you to hold me and kiss me.”

She took her negligee off and hung it up, then started to take her stockings off.

“NO! Don’t do that, I love your legs with stockings on. They’re beautiful.”

“Aren’t you men funny. Nearly every man likes me to keep my stockings on. And my heels too?”

“Yes……..please.”

She lay down beside Rick and kissed him, then reached down for his limp penis.

She held his cock while they talked.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not really.”

“Then what do you do, masturbate?”

“Sometimes.” He lied. He jacked off all the time.

“There’s no harm in that, in fact that’s what I use my vibrator for.”

“You’ve had lots of men?” He asked her.

“Well, I suppose so. Depends what you mean by ‘lots'”

“You said that you have several lovers, boyfriends, just now. How many is that?”

“Let’s see…………I’m not sure who to count, do I count you? Maybe four who I see now and then.”

“How many do you think you’ve had altogether?”

“You are getting inquisitive. Perhaps a hundred or a hundred and fifty. Do you want names too?”

“No, sorry, I shouldn’t ask so many questions.” But his mind was racing. She’d had that many men and he was just another.

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Her writing has had a profound impact on my pleasure. Almost everyday I look for a new creation from her. I know most days there won’t be one but I harden with anticipation anyway. I read her older stories and search for the pieces that might reveal her. She has told me they are real so I must wonder if she is a part of them. She has become my sexual muse.

She has taken me along so perfectly. Her stories are like prose. She elicits a special response as I read along stroking myself. It is so much smoother and lubricating than usual. And the stiffness of my cock is like never experienced before. It is fatter and longer; stone hard. It pulses with life, the head literally swelling and contracting as I read. The large veins are obvious of course but I can see the small ones bursting from below the surface as well. It is as if I have a cock ring on but I don’t. It is the power of her craft, her spell.

Many days when I awaken in the morning, I recall a segment or phrase from her creations. I get hard in bed and start squeezing myself slowly; wondering about her. Her writing has taken me to another place, no longer responding to the writer but to the woman. God, she’s so passionate! What does she look like, smell like, taste like? I want to know! She tells me she is happy that I cum hard from her writing but would she like my cum? Would she like to feel it in her hands, in her mouth, on her breasts, dripping in her pussy or elsewhere? Maybe she would! I think about it and I wonder. I wonder if I should feel guilty about such cyber-lust. Am I twisted in some way because I now think about her instead of her writing. I think not. I have no idea what she looks like but I want her to fuck me! Yes, take me and fuck me any way she wants.

If we ever met would she want to fuck me? Maybe!

Maybe we would meet but agree in advance to pretend as though we had never spoken. It would be in the bar of a 5 star hotel and we would get comfortable with one another over wine. Maybe it wouldn’t feel right to one of us and we would separate before exploring further. Maybe she would be wearing a slim fitting dress, her breasts dying to be liberated from beneath. Her legs would slide between the slit up the side. “Are you alone?”, she would ask. I would simply smile and gesture for her to take the seat; ümraniye escort bayan my cock growing under the table. She would seat herself with legs crossed one over the other, her lips perfectly addressing the wine in her glass. She might start gently moving her leg up and down to the benefit of her steamy V, while I dreamed of parting her sweet womanhood with my tongue. In the midst of polite conversation her hand would disappear below the table then return with two dripping fingers. Without any hesitation in the flow of our discourse she would smoothly and efficiently rub her juice around the rim of my glass. Staring into her eyes, cock pounding, I would take the glass and lick her from the rim; hoping so much to get it all before it dried. “How’s that vintage?” she would ask.

“Exquisite indeed! Wouldn’t you agree?”

“The absolute finest!”

Maybe then I would stand and offer her my arm. We would walk to the elevator together. Amidst the luxurious scene she would lean into me and whisper, “I’m glad you like it. I hope you’ll have more!” The elevator door would close and I would fall to my knees. She would lift her dress and pull me into her, neither of us thinking the elevator might stop for other passengers. I would bury my tongue inside her as she lifted herself up and down on her toes. The sloppy sucking sounds would drive both of us on. And the long weekend of pleasure would begin in earnest. Maybe!

Maybe it would be a coffee shop. She would be seated in the corner reading a magazine. I would know it was her just by the scene. She would look at me with no overt signal but I would know to go to her. “Hi! It’s nice to see you!”, I would offer. She might respond in kind and get up to greet me. Maybe we would kiss briefly. Maybe it would last longer and grow deeper. While we spoke and drank our coffee, my mind would flash pictures of me offering to her from behind. I would light her cigarette and as she exhaled I would imagine her taking me into her luscious lips.

Maybe we would exit quietly and she would pull me into a secluded spot off the avenue where I would finally enter her. Pressing her against a building wall, she would beg me to fuck–fuck, fuck, fuck like animals; and we would. And after going at it a while, her juice would be dripping down kartal escort my balls. Then I would beg to fuck her rim. “Oh god yes, fuck it, fuck it hard!”. We would re-position and she would guide me into her most private spot, my cock dripping with our output. She would receive full length pleasure, while spanking her pussy all the while. It wouldn’t last long but the intensity created would carry us to maximum release. Could it happen? Would she even want such a thing? Maybe!

Maybe I would meet her at a quiet piano bar and she would have a friend. They would be chatting–tight jeans and tank tops. Their interaction would tell that they were more than friends. I would watch for a few minutes before revealing myself. Maybe their conversation would include a gentle kiss between them, their breasts brushing in the process. Maybe they would only exchange gentle touches on the hand as their nipples hardened. Maybe then I would approach.

“Well, I made it!”, I would announce. Both would immediately notice the bulge in my jeans as they sized me up. I would take in everything about them but would be overwhelmed by the brightness in their eyes and their seemingly permanently moist lips.

My muse in her mid-thirties, her friend as many as 10 years her senior. Beneath her friend’s straps would reside an old fashioned pair of torpedo tits with missile nipples but I wouldn’t discover that until later. Both of their lips would be perfectly outlined with a color slightly darker than their pastel, pink, lip-cream.

“So what do you like?” she would ask.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean sex! What do you like?” Her friend would smile widely at the exchange. “BDSM, straight sex, anal, oral, tits, blow jobs; what?”

It would all be such a surprise. I would not have expected her friend nor the scene of them together. I would be more than anxious to experience them both but would it diminish my time with her? Maybe or maybe it would enhance it. Maybe my response would be “All of the above!” Maybe I would ask, “What are you suggesting?”

“We’re gonna fuck your brains out Sam! Together, each alone and maybe with another girlfriend or two; we’re gonna have a fuckfest.”

Maybe we would retire to an apartment not far from the bar where it would begin with sumptuous kartal escort bayan kisses, deep into our mouths, exchanging smoothly with each other while pausing to watch when not engaged. I would want to be with her but she would tease me and lead me to her friend. Finally pushing me down in a chair she would stand over me as her friend became her lover; pulling her top off from behind. She would know how much I love breasts. The spot in my underwear would turn to a puddle as I would watch them squeeze each other’s wonderful tits. Oh god, it would be excruciating to sit and watch.

Maybe after getting involved myself she would want to mount me. Yes, she would mount me from behind with a double-dildo, strap-on and I with my cock buried deep into party three. It would start slow and deep, before the pounding would become relentless. I would hope for her to cum first but I might wish to suck the cum of her lover while still taking a pounding from her. Maybe I would pull out and delicately outline those missile nipples with my equine sized load, as if I were a patisserie chef. Maybe she would cum shortly thereafter and pull out of me only to rub her breasts gently through my creation. With my cum reflecting from both sets of tits they would begin to savor what they had produced. The sight would send me over the edge. Such sensuality and intimacy! I would beg to suck their dripping slits and they would be more than happy to oblige as they shared the dildo end from her.

Would I even go for such an experience? Maybe!

Maybe it would be in an elevator where we met. Her in a business suite, wire glasses, hair neatly placed. We would get on together and move to the back as others entered. She would take my hand and whisper, “It’s me!” My cock would turn to marble immediately. I would begin to rub her backside beneath her skirt, her slit heating more each second. She would slide in a finger and give me a taste. Finally, we would step out and go into her office. “Hold all my calls.” Her admin would smile and nod. Maybe we would fuck through a half dozen condoms before lunch, then drink champaign afterwards. Maybe. Maybe I would deposit streams of cum in every spot desired and beg for an evening of the same. Maybe!

For now I must wonder, hope and enjoy the special experience my muse creates. My convulsive orgasms make me explode like a pent up animal. My cum is not only profuse it is thick. It shoots out in multiple spasms as my balls contract. I cum no longer for her craft or her characters. I cum for her. Maybe she’ll experience it herself someday. Maybe!

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I continue to drive, my pussy throbbing from this latest fantasy that you are a cop, telling me what to do, having your way with me. The sky starts to change and it begins to rain so hard I can barely see the road. I decide to pull over and camp for the night, not wanting to spend my money on a hotel because, as usual, I haven’t budgeted. I find a decent campground and pay my fee in the night box, not even bothering to see if there’s a ranger on duty. I hurry to an open sight, nearly blinded by the rain, and get all my gear out of the back of my little truck. Though it takes only minutes to assemble, I manage to get drenched while putting up my tent. Once I have the fly up, to ensure no rain comes into the tent, I begin to bring what I need in from the car. Only then did I remember how horny I had become in my car.

My tank top, now soaked, is clinging to my heaving breasts and I see my nipples straining through, hard as pebbles. My movements become slower as I watch the rain slowly roll down my chest, all over my arms and feel it slithering down the nape of my neck, onto my back. My back always being the most sensitive part of my body involuntarily arches from the trickles of water and my excitement, sending a chill through my whole body. I scramble into my tent, wet dog and all, and begin to place everything where I cab most easily access it. Sleeping bag, pillow, flashlight, book, trail mix, towel, vibrator. Vibrator!? How did that sneak in there? Hmmm….daylight was scarce and my tent us well concealed. What the hell else do I have to do? What the hell else do I want to do??? I carefully place the big, black vibrator next to me and shimmy out of my wet clothes.

My vibrator looks like an enormous cock, it’s black and shaped like a penis, with about as much give. At the base of it is a piece that sticks out and is meant to vibrate on my clit. The whole thing has a control panel that makes it swing and vibrate. I don’t bother getting under the sleeping bag; I just lie back and slowly stroke my nipples, one in each hand. My right hand slowly grazes over my body and I moan softly. I slowly enter my index finger in my pussy and find it warm and slick, I take a moment to gently finger myself in and out, in and out. I’m just enjoying my openness, my nakedness in this tent in another state, all alone and it’s dark. I take my time while I grasp the base of the vibrator and hold it against my chest while I lift my legs so my knees are upright. I spread my legs, knees falling to my sides and enjoy feeling of the outdoor air teasing my wet pussy as I lay there, open and ready. I slide my vibrator down my tummy and lift it out and toward my waiting pussy.

I pause again, right as the tip is barely inside me, and close my eyes in silent ecstasy. kartal escort bayan In one motion, I ease the black member into myself completely, pushing at its base to see how far it will go. As my pussy swallows the vibrator, the little tag on the end grazes my clit, actually pushing into it. I jump, as thought I’ve forgotten about this feature. I choose not to play with the buttons and make it vibrate, rather I begin to slowly push and pull from the base, withdrawing it completely, then pushing it back in. Slowly and firmly, I continue this rhythm, unknowingly beginning to moan. A little faster, but not by much I continue this rhythm as I throw my head back and close my eyes tight from the pleasure. My mouth hangs open and I barely hear my little murmurs of, “uh, uh, ohh, uh huh..” in sync with the pumping of the vibrator in my hot pussy. I begin to push a little harder now and with each thrust the contraption at the base rubs my clit with force. The combination of the penetration and my clit being stroked is making my breath quicken and as I exhale I’m now groaning, yes, yes, yes. IN…with incredible force, massaging the inner walls of my pussy, causing explosions on my clit, which is now a swollen nub of flesh…OUT…pulling backward at my inner walls and reluctantly withdrawing from my clit, pulling it back with the force. A light coat of sweat is now covering my body. I take my left hand and circle my nipple; savoring the chill its created, then slowly, so slowly, rolling my nipple around with my finger.

My right hand stays busy pushing in, out, in, out. I can’t take it anymore, I’m moaning and thrashing and pumping furiously. All sexual points are heightened to the extreme; my pussy is producing more and more milky wetness (milky, creamy, molasses in heat wetness), my clit is engorged and totally withdrawn from its hood, my nipples are at full attention, large and dark pink, so hard they almost look like squares poking upward from my breasts. Each thrust teases an overwhelming orgasm, harder and faster, harder and faster. Pumping, pumping, pumping…oh, God, I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much too much, my body is screaming for release, my voice is screaming for release. Suddenly, my body is owned by a tremendous wave of pressure, beginning in my pussy and shooting outward to all points of my being. I tense, grimace, mouth open and panting, vibrator frozen inside me as I convulse and am awarded the familiar yet overwhelming force of orgasm. I squint my eyes and ball up on my side as I feel the aftershocks from my clit and pussy contracting onto the vibrator, each convulsion like a mini orgasm. I curl up and stay in my moment of dark warmth and wetness. I drift off to sleep with my vibrator resting gently inside me.

I kadıköy escort wake up about half an hour later and look around, feeling like I had dreamt that crashing orgasm, but feeling sore enough to know it was real. Realizing that my vibrator was still inside me, I figured I’d have a quickie. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs; I was going to let the machine do the work this time around. I flicked the clit vibrator button and immediately, my head was swimming. The noisy little buzz was a slight indication of the ferocity with which this little instrument was buzzing my clit. I opened my legs wider and within moments was again washed over with orgasm. As my orgasm subsided, I had to turn off the little vibration, as my clit was too sensitive to take the motion. When I turned it off was when I heard a man’s voice right outside my tent.

Forgetting to even take my vibrator out of my pussy, I draped my sleeping bag around me and unzipped the door to my tent. It was the ranger, “Ma’am, sorry to bother you but this site has been reserved and if the party shows up, you’ll have to move.” I’m bright red as I stammer, “Oh…I didn’t know…it was raining and I ..uh..” The ranger looked more closely at me, “No worries, Ma’am….are you alright? You look a little flushed..” That was when I noticed that this uniformed man was nice and tall, at least six feet with salt and pepper hair and a warm smile. “I’m okay, just got a little cold from being wet in the rain, then you kind of scared me.” He leaned in closer and secured the sleeping bag around my shoulders in a strangely forward and paternal move; I watched as his long arms grasped the sleeping bag and felt so unusual that this man was inches from my body and had no idea that there was a vibrator peeking out of my pussy! I shifted a little, hoping it would slide out. It did slide out, but I leaned on my foot, which was leaning on the control panel, and I must have activated it! Suddenly, there was a familiar, to me at least, buzzing coming from underneath me.

he ranger looked concerned, ‘Whoa…what’s that?? It sounds like a snake, ma’am you’d better move so I can check it out.” I was freaked, “No! No, I’m sure it’s not…it’s nothing, really don’t worry.” The ranger was persistent, “I can’t leave you here with a snake ma’am, wouldn’t be responsible, now please, if you’ll just get up for a minute…” He physically moved me and there it was. We both looked down at it, up at each other, down at it, up at each other again. Humor was my only escape, “Um, Mr. Uh, Ranger…what kind of a snake is that?” We both laughed but the awkward moment didn’t subside. When humor fails, use sex. I pulled him into my tent and zipped up the door. I laid him down and he didn’t resist.

My sleeping bag bostancı escort bayan fell away from me, revealing my nakedness and shadows in the dark of night and candle lit tent. I wasted no time in undressing him, only pulling his pants to his knees because he said he had to finish rounds soon. By the time I got to his penis it was almost at its peak of hardness. Instead of touching him, I just sat there and watched. I watched as the night air and mere sexual tension inside the tent brought him to a complete, throbbing erection. I was practically salivating, as I couldn’t wait to get his rock hard cock in my mouth. I leaned onto him, my naked breasts resting on his spread legs, and my right hand held the base of his cock while my left hand explored his balls. I leaned my head forward and licked the rim underneath the tip of his cock, all the way around, excruciatingly slowly.

My left hand was pressing firmly on the area below the base of his cock then grazing its way back to his balls and rolling them around gently. I then put just the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked the whole head, just to the rim…he was squirming now, his hands on the back of my head. I withdrew and noticed his disappointment as his eyes rolled open and down to me to see what was happening…I sat up and showed him my right hand; I had him follow it with his eyes as I buried it deep into my pussy, closing my eyes and moaning softly. This caused him to moan and, keeping my right hand busy, I leaned forward and took his whole swollen erection into my mouth. I pumped furiously, no longer delicately, up and down, bobbing with abandon. The pace of my right hand is quickening as I’m fingering my pussy and teasing my clit, which makes my movements more furious while sucking his cock and tasting his precum. He’s thrashing and moaning and just as I know he’s close…

I come. I didn’t realize it was going to happen, I just came. I stop sucking is cock and shudder with my hand inside myself. He just lays there, I’m on his stomach with his cock in my mouth, as I orgasm. I recovered quickly allowing more attention to be paid to his pending orgasm. I pushed his legs apart with both of my hands, clenched my lips and began bobbing up and down with more pressure than before.

He began talking, “Oh, yeah, suck my cock…I’m so hard…suck it uhhnnn…oh shit, I want to come on your tits..” I withdraw, lie down on my back and push my tits together with my hands. He straddles me and starts pumping his cock between my tits, the head poking out the top with each thrust. I push my head down and begin to meet the head of his cock with my tongue at each upward thrust. This really does him in and he quickens his pace, panting heavily and I can feel the shaft of his cock throbbing in preparation…then, as my tongue is flicking the head of his cock while the rest of its buried between my tits, he moans loudly and spurts hot come all over my tits and in my mouth…I lean forward and take his manhood in my mouth to catch all of the second wave of his orgasm…

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Note to Reader: This story is not a formulaic stroker, it’s a fictionalized account of real life events based on investigative reporting published in the Coast Weekly in 2002. It’s written as a first person account because I spent several summers working on a construction crew down at Big Sur, which made the telling of this story that much more relevant to my own life. Plus, I did grow up with a younger sister. I used some of my more unusual experiences with her as a guide for fleshing out the details not contained in the news reports.

The Cliff House was built by some rich Hollywood mogul back in the late 50’s. Unfortunately, he ended up throwing his lovely wife off the third floor deck. It’s a hundred-and-fifty feet to the rocks below, so, needless to say, she did not survive. Each successive owner has suffered a similar untimely demise — suicide, car going off the cliff, overdose — and that’s how the Cliff House Curse was born.

The current owners, Redcloud and Zephyr, were unconcerned about the curse, saying it could be appeased with love and purity. In pursuit of that end, they put up their god’s eyes hanging in the windows, and their wind chimes tinkling in the trees, turning the place into a reasonable facsimile of a 60’s hippie heaven.

Redcloud is not a Native American, but he is a nationally known artist. His specialty is erotic studies. They’re all the rage in places like New York City and LA. He’s used my sister Caroline as a model a few times. Models get paid $100 per day, plus they get to keep one of the preliminary charcoal sketches he does prior to committing the work to canvas. Caroline recommended me for this gig. She knew I was off for the summer, wasting my time picking up odd jobs here and there until junior college resumed in the fall.

Parking for the Cliff House is a little dirt pullout on Highway One. there’s no way of knowing you’re in the right place, other than the small numbers on the mailbox. There’s no Cliff House sign, no flag waving (flags are big in California right now) just the rusty gate with an oversized padlock on the chain. Even when it’s locked, anyone can walk around either side as long as they don’t mind getting stickers in their shoelaces.

******

Day One: I lock up my Ford F-150 and hop the gate. As I trudge down the dirt road, the Cliff House suddenly appears from around the bend. It’s majestic, a three-story monstrosity of redwood and glass clinging to the rocky coast just south of Nepenthe. It’s not a Frank Lloyd Wright, but with the jutting angles and the copper roof over the entry way, it could be.

Catching my breath at the bottom of the hill, I shove my hair back, hitch up my jeans, and rap lightly on the massive redwood slab door. In a matter of moments, it creaks open.

“Pete!” he beams, “You’re Caroline’s brother. I can see the resemblance.” He shakes my hand vigorously. He’s got the Robert Redford features and a glistening Colgate smile. Must’ve had his teeth capped. Men his age don’t have glistening Colgate smiles, they have dull yellow ones. “Glad you could make it,” he sputters, his fish oil breath hanging in the air like wet laundry. “Your aura’s looking outstanding.” He places a gnarly hand on my shoulder and guides me into his wooden castle.

The place takes your breath away. The main floor must have at least twenty-four foot ceilings, with a loft on one side and a stained glass window on the other. Off to the right is a sunken living room with a cinematic ocean view and a huge stone fireplace. His gaudy artwork hangs everywhere; breasts, pussies, legs spread wide open, asses in the air. You can almost smell the wet fragrance of sex just by looking at them.

“The studio’s this way,” he announces, pointing to the stairs, but I don’t notice. I’m staring at this huge painting on the wall directly opposite the front door. It’s more realistic than the other stuff; big bronze breasts, flowing auburn hair, deep green eyes, perfect pink pussy with oversized red labia all spread open like a stepped-on tiger lilly.

“You like this piece?” he asks, grinning.

“Yeah.’ I stammer.

“That’s Zephyr, my wife. She’s really something, isn’t she?”

“Oh, sorry,” I mumble, looking at my shoes, hoping Redcloud doesn’t mind young guys like me ogling his hot wife. I had heard she was once a Penthouse Pet, but it’s a little awkward lusting over a Penthouse Pet right in front of her husband. He chuckles, and it makes me wonder what kind of pervert wants everyone to see his wife naked? Not that I’m complaining, but…

“The studio’s upstairs,” he says, “follow me.”

Whatever dude. I’m down with your naked wife. No problem, bro.

I chase him up the spiral staircase, watching his gray ponytail bob behind him. He appears to be in pretty good shape for a man in his fifties. The spring in his step is cat-like, and his shoulders are broad and beefy, not all hunched up like you’d expect from an artist.

We reach the top of the stairs and once again, I’m overwhelmed by the rustic opulence of the studio. It has high illegal bahis open beam ceilings like an A-frame, with a sliding glass door to the deck. There’s a black futon couch, a couple of antique floor lamps, several directors chairs, and of course, art supplies everywhere. I’m guessing he’s working with acrylics, since there’s no smell of turpentine. There is the faintest odor of incense, mixed with the scent of freshly oiled wood and the the smell of stripper cologne, probably coming from the beautiful twenty-something hippie chick perched on a stool.

“You’ll be posing with Monique today,” he says, a gleam in his beady eyes. “Have you two met?”

Monique is wearing nothing but a towel draped carelessly across her lap. She’s long and lanky, doe-eyed and alluring, dark skinned and exotic, not Hispanic, not Oriental, not African, something in between. Her smile, with those big pouty lips, is so warm, so wet, I’m reduced to a bumbling idiot in about two seconds. She reaches out to shake my hand and her round, brown breasts quiver deliciously.

“Pleased to meet you Monique.” I mumble, “I’m Pete, Caroline’s brother.” I try to look her in the eye, but those little brown nipples have captured my gaze, much like a bright light in the darkness captures the moths.

“Yeah,” Monique drawls, in her exotic accent, “she told me all about you.”

She lets go of my hand and relaxes on her stool. I can see her brown curly bush sticking up above the edge of her white towel. It’s a nice contrast, the brown against and the white. That’s why I’m staring at it.

“You can change over there, Pete.” Redcloud points to a wicker screen off to the side of the room.

Monique’s clothes are draped across the top; jeans, sweatshirt, and a purple thong. I get behind the screen and start to strip. The thong is hanging right in my face. I catch the faintest whiff of vanilla pussy. I pull my shorts off, and my dick springs up, looking for where that luscious smell is coming from, no doubt. Oh great. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but that only makes the vanilla pussy smell stronger. Completely mortified, I wrap the towel around my waist and stride bravely out into the middle of the room. Redcloud surveys me like a buyer at an auction. A slave auction.

“Perfect!” he exclaims. He clasps his hands together and looks over his spectacles at me, pleased with my sinewy physique. I’m one of those guys who was born to be a Greek God, with the narrow waist and wide shoulders, and it doesn’t take much work for me to stay in shape. “How old are you, Pete?”

“Twenty” I answer, a little nervously. I’m already starting to sweat. I hope I don’t smell.

“You’ve seen a naked woman before right?”

I can tell he’s getting a kick out of asking the question. “I think I can handle it” I reply, sauntering up next to my brown goddess, who looks like she’s bored out of her mind.

“OK,” Redcloud pronounces, in a profoundly professorial tone, “what we’re going for today is sort of a Yin and Yang kind of a thing. Give me your towels and we’ll set up the scene.”

We oblige and suddenly, Monique and I are naked, side by side, like a couple of school kids in PE class waiting for our showers. I feel my dick shrinking. I feel like I have to take a crap.

“Monique,” Redcloud intones, “you face me on the stool, one knee up, one foot on the floor.”

He gets her situated while I try not to stare. God she’s gorgeous. Almost as tall as me, and, I’d guess, about twenty, with that clear, luminous skin, and that angular, athletic look of unspoiled youth.

“Now Pete, you’ll be facing away from me on your stool, with your arm wrapped around Monique’s waist.”

I gladly comply, my hand slithering softly across my new girlfriend’s perfect skin. She let’s out a quiet giggle.

Ticklish?

“Now,” Redcloud says, “you want to look at each other, but actually, you’ll be looking past each other and down at the floor so we can accentuate the alienation and the intimacy at the same time.”

I happily stare down at Monique’s chest, trying to estimate the size of her small brown nipples. I’m going with seven-eighths of an inch. I could be more precise, but I didn’t bring my tape measure.

“Can you hold that for a while?” Redcloud asks

“Sure,” I volunteer.

Monique nods her head in agreement.

As I listen to the squeaking of Redcloud’s chalk on the sketch pad, I can smell her cinnamon breath. Between the cinnamon and the vanilla, and the faintest hint of her stripper cologne (why is it that all strippers smell the same?) I’m luxuriating in a virtual cornucopia of odors. This is the life, I tell ya.

“I don’t know.” Redcloud’s voice breaks the eerie silence. “There’s something missing.” He strides up to us and removes my hand from Monique’s waist. “Like this,” he says, cupping my hand under her left breast.

I like the weight of her boob. It’s like it floats there on her chest, but it needs my hand to keep it in place.

Redcloud takes a step back, eyeing us intently. illegal bahis siteleri “Monique, you need to open up a little bit. Show us you’re a woman. Do you mind?”

“Oh no,” she sighs, like a Hollywood actress when the costume department adjusts her pretty red gown, “That’s fine.”

We both watch as Redcloud spreads her legs apart. He ponders the scene for a moment, and then gets down on one knee and gently spreads her labia out a little. She lets out a little gasp when he touches her, but she doesn’t protest. By the time he’s done, my dick is about three-quarters hard, and I thank God I’m facing away from him. Of course, Monique is totally aware of what’s going on between my legs. She gives me a little smirk.

I try to smile back, but she just rolls her eyes. But really, who’s winning here? I do, after all, have my hand on her boob. The sound of footsteps on the stairs bursts the bubble of my fantasy, and I look to my left, right into the eyes of Zephyr, his ex-Penthouse Pet wife.

“Phone call Hon,” she says to her hubby. “I told him you were working, but he insisted. Said to tell you it’s Christenson, from New York.” She shrugs her shoulders, but it looks like it’s a real chore, what with those gorgeous tits weighing her down.

Oh Fuck, what a babe. Sorry Monique, you’re history. “Pete, right?” Zephyr asks, “Caroline’s brother?” Her hips go Ba Dum! Ba Dum! as she walks over to me. Her tits jiggle like a pair of frisky ferrets fighting to escape from her little spaghetti strap summer dress. She may be middle-aged, but her body doesn’t know it. Or her face either; Scandinavian looking, high cheekbones, big lower lip, nose job nose. She glances approvingly at my almost-hard-on as her hand lands birdlike on my thigh. “So glad you could finally make it down here.”

I gasp quietly, as my dick stands up straight and tall to meet her.

“Take five,” Redcloud announces, “I’ll be right back.” He hustles down the stairs, and Zephyr blocks his view of my embarrassing condition.

“Would you two like some tea?” she asks, her hand sliding nonchalantly down inside my leg. Instantly, my dick grows another inch.

“Sure,” Monique answers from somewhere far far away. “Uh…, Pete?” she intones, shooting me a disgusted look. Apparently, I’m still cupping her boob. She removes my sweaty hand from her tit and gets up to stretch.

“Sorry,” I stammer, glued to my stool, about twenty seconds away from ejaculation.

“Caroline was right,” Zephyr smiles approvingly, “you are built.” Her hand leaves my leg and traces around my pecks and down the middle of my stomach. “I’ll bet there’s at least a couple of broken hearts lurking in your past, huh?” Her fingers end up down in my pubic hair, and I have to pinch down hard to keep from squirting. I start to stammer again, and she laughs a little quiet laugh, like it’s just between the two of us. “You want regular tea? Green tea? Mint?”

“Regular’s fine,” I answer bravely, but my voice sounds odd, like a little kid trying to act like a grown up.

“And you Monique?”

The bronze beauty is standing at the window, staring out at the Pacific. Her perfect round butt — the very same one I was worshipping like a Holy Deity a few minutes ago — suddenly seems kind of inadequate compared to the bombshell standing next to me.

“Same,” she looks over her shoulder at us, her pert little breast silhouetted against the blue horizon. Too bad it’s so small. Too bad she’ll never be a Penthouse Pet, like Zephyr. Just then, Redcloud bounds back up the stairs.

“How about you Hon?” Zephyr asks her husband, who is heading for his easel. “Want some tea?” He ignores her.

What a shit.

“OK,” she acknowledges his telepathic answer. “Let me know when it’s break time honey, and I’ll bring the tea up.”

Zephyr Ba Dum Ba Dums down the stairs and then Monique and I are back to our position. Redcloud works in silence. He’s already told us that conversation is impossible while he’s creating his art. It breaks his concentration.

Just as my erection subsides he claps his hands together and proclaims “I think I’ve got it!” Acting a little overly pleased with himself, he brings the sketch over. “Zephyr Hon,” he calls out, glancing towards the stairs, “we’re ready now.” His velvety baritone voice floats across the room like a message from God. I hold the sketch in my lap and marvel at his rendition of our nakedness. It’s really pretty good, especially the detail in Monique’s crotch.

Zephyr glides in with a tray of cups. She grabs my abandoned towel and throws it in my lap and hands me my tea. Then she’s staring at our naked sketch. “Oh yeah honey,” she says enthusiastically to her asshole husband, “these look great. You’re so talented.” She slides her arm around her old man’s waist and gives him a peck on the cheek.

“You two might want to stretch a little bit,” he says, ignoring his wife’s affection. “We’re going to be going for two hours straight, if you can handle it.” He raises his bushy eyebrows, like this is a big challenge canlı bahis siteleri for us. Monique sets down her tea and wanders out onto the deck to limber up.

I sit there with my mouth hanging open as she stands on one leg and pulls the other one up behind her head like a demented ballerina. No wonder she didn’t put her towel on. It wouldn’t stay if she did. Then she bends down till her hair is dangling on the redwood deck, and the pink of her pussy pokes out between the cheeks of her bubble butt.

“A real beauty, huh?” Zephyr startles me out of my stupor and. clutz that I am, I spill some tea on my bare leg. “Is this your first modeling session?” she asks, as she takes the corner of my towel and dabs at my thigh.

“Yeah” I look down sheepishly.

“I thought so. You need to get up and move around a little. Two hours is a long time to sit still.” She takes my tea and I get up, wrap my towel so it won’t come loose, and head out to the deck. Monique lays her ankle up on the railing and bends her head down to her knee, and Zephyr looks over, startled. “Careful honey,” she says, “that board’s about to fall off, and it’s a long way down.”

“Oh, OK.” Monique goes over to the other side of the deck and continues her routine. All this stretching is similar to what my sister used to do when she was a gymnast, only Monique is much more graceful. My sister would just look like a duck doing this stuff, but Monique looks like a swan, so elegant, so graceful.

Redcloud seems to be brooding about something. “I don’t know if I’m going to get this whole thing done today. If I don’t, which one of you can come back tomorrow?” He studies Monique as she stretches her legs wide apart on the deck.

“I’m supposed to be in Carmel tomorrow,” she answers, squinting over at him.

“How about you Pete?” He looks at me like he’s disappointed that he doesn’t get to leer at this dark-skinned goddess for another day.

“Sure, I can come back.”

Zephyr gives me an approving glance, and I move around, pretending to do what models do when they’re on break, stretching this way and that, trying to catch another glimpse of Monique’s luscious little pink pussy.

The waves lap at the rocks below us, and I’m suddenly extremely envious of this old hippie couple living this idyllic life out here in Never Never land. I’ll be going back to college in a few weeks, and they’ll be going back to the hot tub. Oh well, maybe someday I’ll have my own place down here. In fact, maybe I’ll buy this one after they throw each others possessions into the sea and get a divorce, which is what happens to everyone who lives here.

“Okay kids,” Redcould announces, “back to work.” He slaps me on the back and I gulp down my tea.

“Can you eat vegetarian for lunch?” Zephyr asks, looking over her shoulder at me as she heads for the stairs.

“Sure,” I smile back. I watch the back side of her right tit peeking out of her dress as she bounces down the stairs. I sigh.

“Positions, please,” Redcloud announces.

I wonder if he’s noticed that I’m infatuated with his wife. Five minutes and I feel like I’ve known her forever. I realize I’m going to have to concentrate on Monique so he doesn’t get jealous. Unless maybe Monique is his girlfriend? Oh man, this is complicated. But then my hand is cupping Monique’s boob, and suddenly it’s all very simple.

The two hours take an eternity, and when Redcloud finally tells us it’s lunch time, I can hardly move. I feel Monique’s hands on my shoulders. “Feeling a little stiff, Pete?” she asks. I groan as she kneads the kinks out of my back. Her touch is firm and clinical, and there’s no way for it to be misconstrued.

“Thanks,” I moan when she’s finished. “Want me to do you?” I look over my shoulder at her, but she’s already walking across the room, wrapping her towel around her waist.

“No thanks, I’m fine,” she says, disappearing down the stairs like an angel receding into the mist of a dream.

I creak off my stool, grab my towel, and follow weakly, like an eighty-year-old man trying to keep up with the grandkids. I ache all over. No wonder models are such prima-donnas. It’s hard work.

Zephyr’s got the massive table set for four, with big ceramic goblets, mismatched pottery plates, and a bouquet of weeds for the centerpiece. Redcloud is at the head of the table, and there’s a place set to his left. Just as I’m trying to figure out where I’m supposed to sit, Monique comes around the corner, still topless and gorgeous, and plops down in the chair next to him. Figuring he’s going to want Zephyr next to him, I sit down at the other end.

Everybody’s looking out the plate glass windows at the ridiculously blue ocean and the wispy white clouds out on the horizon. It’s quiet, except for the faint tinkling of the wind chimes out on the porch. I’m wondering if conversation ruins Redcloud’s appetite the way it ruins his concentration for painting. A seagull flies by out the window.

Zephyr appears with salad plates, and when she puts mine down, I can’t help but peek down the front of her dress. She catches my eye and smiles. “Swiss cheese and avocado OK for everybody?” She gathers her answer from the silence, and in another minute she joins us at the table, sitting between Redcloud and me.

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Note: This episode turned out to be longer than I anticipated. It continues immediately in part 4B. (All characters are at least 18 years of age.)

*****

Emma and her Gramps had driven the last 8 miles to his cabin in 4 wheel drive. The snowpack was deep, and it was -10 degrees Fahrenheit when they arrived after dark. They had talked very little as they both fought the attraction to each other. The nanite induced feelings so strong that it was all Emma could do to stop herself from jumping on Stephen right there in the truck.

Emma was more bored than tired from the long drive, but Stephen and his granddaughter had a lot of work to do before they could relax.

Stephen had over 40 Siberian Huskies in the dog yard, and each one of them needed to be fed and watered. Fresh straw distributed into each dog house and of course, giving them some love. Picking up frozen dog crap would have to wait until the next day.

The dog pack howled their greetings to their master. Each one on a chain by his or her house. With snouts raised to the sky singing the songs of their people. It made Emma shiver hearing them, there was something mysterious about their songs. It was if they knew about things that humans would never understand. It indeed was the call of the wild to hear.

Emma had always loved the huskies. She went to greet them with their wagging fluffy tails. They were so full of love, and their bright blue eyes seemed to look into her very soul. Emma didn’t even notice the temperature. She felt comfortable even in just a T-shirt. Stephen had his coat on and wondered how Emma could stand it.

Stephen didn’t know it, but his nanites were not yet at full strength even though they had been replicating non-stop.

“They look fine,” Stephen told Emma as they walked through the yard, stopping to give some love to each and every dog.

“Great, I’d say!”

“Tomorrow we run them, I’m sure they need it by now.”

“I can’t wait!”

“First, let’s get them fed and bedded down. We don’t eat until after the dogs are taken care of first.”

“Of course.”

Emma already knew about the rules. Dogs’ first was the musher’s creed. She and Jenny had both learned how to drive dogs when younger. Emma had more experience, but Jenny could hold her own. They had both learned that when you were mushing in the wilderness, your life often depended on the dogs. The dogs were often the difference between life and death. They were the most essential thing a musher had. To not take care of them the best you could, might turn out to be the very reason you died.

It took two hours before the needs of every dog were satisfied. Hauling buckets of water and bales of hay left Emma sweaty and dirty in spite of the temperature. When they finally went inside the small log cabin, she needed a shower.

Stephen busied himself with getting a fire started in the wood stove as Emma unpacked her suitcase in one corner of the room. The log cabin had one large room that was a combination bedroom, kitchen, and living room with a small sofa. There also was a bathroom in the back that had a small shower.

Emma was thankful that It wasn’t so remote that it didn’t have electricity and propane gas, and a well provided the water supply.

Emma looked at the canned goods stacked on shelves along the kitchen wall, “You want something to eat?”

Confident the fire would keep going, Stephen replied, “Sure, I think there is some chili up there.”

“That does sound good,” Emma replied, “I’m starved!”

Emma dumped the canned chili in a small pot and put it on the little gas stove to heat.

“I think I’ll grab a quick shower while you cook.”

“Sure, make the woman do the cooking!”

Stephen laughed, “It’s not that hard to heat chili,” and went in the bathroom and shut the door.

Emma was starving and finished a bowl of chili before Stephen came out with just boxers on. She liked his looks grey hair didn’t matter to her. What mattered the most was that he was chosen just like her. Emma wanted him badly, and she could tell by the way he looked at her that he was thinking the same thing.

Stephen got a bowl of chili and pulled out a bottle of whiskey from behind the oatmeal on the shelf.

“You want a belt?”

“Sure!”

Emma downed a shot that burned its way to the bottom of her stomach.

“My turn in the shower,” She told him as he worked on devouring his soup.

“Mmm, mm!” He motioned with one hand and kept eating.

Emma stripped down to bare skin and saw herself in the polished metal mirror. Her boobs were undoubtedly bigger. In fact, her 34b bra looked more like a bikini top than a bra when she had it on. She ran her fingers over nipples that seem bigger around, and they started to get hard. She teased them into big hardpoints that stuck out at least a half-inch.

“Damn!” Emma thought, loving how sensitive they were beside liking the new look she thought she’d never have. She looked thinner if that was possible. Still, instead of being trim, she could see her muscles illegal bahis starting to show like a pure bread animal that worked for a living or maybe a bodybuilder on a special diet.

Emma was purebred by the Chosen DNA standards. Both her and Jenny were in the top five of the 500 female humans scheduled to depart earth. They would be the first to breed, and their bodies were being genetically engineered to attract males of any species.

Emma turned and looked at her butt that was as round as a dinner plate but stuck out in almost a perfect dome shape. Even her labia felt larger like she’d just had sex. She saw Stephens wet towel hanging on the shower door, and she picked it up.

She smelled his scent and rubbed the towel over her nipples and then her crotch. The few nanites that hadn’t shut off yet met her skin and immediately soaked into it. They began to meet her nanites, and that excited them into a frenzy of the data uploads and re-writes. She rubbed the wet towel on her clit and got an even bigger thrill as it became excited with nanites.

By the time Emma was finished with her shower, the whiskey had done its work. Her whole body tingled as the pissed off nanites worked hard to eliminate the alcohol from her system along with the nanites, slowly exchanging data. It was a long slow process with so few, but she was becoming increasingly horny.

By the time she’d dried off and put on her robe, her vagina was wet and slippery. Her labia fat and ready for sex.

“Jesus, I’m so fucking horny!” She thought and headed out to find Stephen.

When Emma came out in just her robe, the room was dark except for the firelight coming out of the glass door on the woodburning stove. The lump under the blankets was her gramps, and there wasn’t another bed.

It didn’t matter to Emma; they’d both known that they would be sleeping together tonight, and it had never been mentioned. Emma dropped her robe at the side of the bed and stretched, reaching for the ceiling with both hands. It was a site not lost on Stephen as he watched her naked form in the dancing glow of the fire.

His penis stirred as he looked at her, Emma reminded him so much of Julie when she was that age, and he was not about to let his desire be checked by guilt any longer. He wanted her badly, and his cock had hardened almost as soon as he’d seen her naked.

Emma pulled back the blankets and crawled in beside him.

“Hey, you still awake?” She asked.

“Yes, just waiting for you.”

“For what?”

“I think you know that already,” Stephen answered and pulled her naked body next to his.

“Mmmmm,” Emma replied and reached for his cock.

They began kissing as Emma stroked his nice hard cock. In return, Stephen began to caress her pussy with one hand as the kissing got more intense.

Suddenly Emma pulled the covers back and crawled up on top of Stephen with her head in his crotch. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth as she settled her wet pussy on his face. Stephen began to lick and suck on her tasty, hairless cootch.

Stephen was full of lust for his granddaughter, and her sucking on the tip of his penis wasn’t helping control his urges. Her pussy was so swollen and wet that his chin and lips were soaked with her juices. The tip of his penis began to tingle as her nanites seeped through his skin. His tongue and lips were also beginning to tingle, but that didn’t stop him.

Emma could taste the pre-cum leaking from Stephen’s cock into her mouth. It made the inside of her mouth and tongue tingle, and she wanted more. She needed more, she needed him inside her, and the urge drove her to release his cock from her mouth and spin around.

Emma walked forward on her knees as Stephen slid back towards the foot of the bed. When positioned directly under her, she lowered her pussy to his mouth and began to rub it on his nose, lips, and chin.

She could feel his tongue in her slit and even the tip of it poking into her vagina as she kept rubbing him and moaning slightly. She needed to cum and gripped the headboard with both hands as she worked herself up to an orgasm.

Stephen grabbed her perfect little ass with both hands. Spreading her butt cheeks apart to tease her anus, and then tongue fucked her dripping hot opening to her vagina.

“Ooooh, GOD!” Emma groaned and slid down so that the tip of his nose rubbed her clit.

It was like the nanites in her body all sparked at once and sent her into an orgasm.

“AHHHHhhhhhhhh!” Emma screamed as her body convulsed.

Then without warning, she let out three hard squirts like she was peeing. It shot into the back of Stephen’s throat, and he swallowed it or would have drowned. Stephen had been surprised, and he could feel the heat as it went down his throat like a shot of 100 proof whiskey. It left a funny metallic taste in his mouth because it was saturated with nanites. Emma quickly turned around to straddle his hips. Holding his rock hard dick and guiding it to her wet pussy.

“OH GOD That feels so FUCKING GOOD!” She groaned as she took illegal bahis siteleri his entire length up inside her body.

“OH, JESUS!” Stephen groaned as Emma’s hot slippery vagina swallowed his entire cock.

Then the phage began to boil first in his stomach as Emma started to hump him fast and hard. She leaned down over him, and her hard nipples brushed his chest hair.

“FUCK ME!” She told him with little light specks dancing in her eyes, “I want to feel your cum in me!”

The phage spread through the rest of his body quickly, and even his balls felt on fire just before he shot his load.

“AHHHH, AHHHH, OOOOOOH FUCK!” He yelled as his cock began to spurt in long hard shots that made his head feel like it would explode.

4, 6, 8, spurts? He wasn’t sure, but it was the biggest load he’d ever remembered.

“YES!, OH, YES!” Emma yelled, humping his throbbing dick harder, loving the feeling of his hot cum, flooding her vagina in hard spurts. When he was done, she rolled off of him onto her back, clutching her crotch as the phage took her.

Stephen’s mind was so blown he didn’t even notice her writhing and moaning because he had his own phage episode.

***

The Chosen all around the world had been very busy. A frenzy of sexual activity between the members passing the upgraded nanites to one another. Small cells of humans all around the globe had gone through similar upgrades as Matt had. The few level ones who had been hit with the beam of knowledge download wasted no time in spreading the nanites to the other members because time was short.

***

Matt was off work the next day and lounged around. He felt restless like he should be doing something else but wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was. Even a few beers didn’t help relax him. He kept having premonitions that something terrible was going to happen soon, but he didn’t have a clue as to what it might be.

When he heard the mailman, he thought it might be a good distraction and went through it all. Even reading the junk mail. One letter looked interesting because it had the seal of his old police department on it.

He opened it to find an invitation to the new Police Commissioners election party. He’d heard that Sam Brown had been elected, and he remembered how Claire had fucked him to save her husband’s election. The party was in a couple days, and Matt thought it might be fun to see some of his old buddies on the force again.

“It wouldn’t hurt to see Claire again either,” He thought with a flicker of a smile.

***

The final days that The Chosen remained on earth was a virtual orgy. The males had incredible urges to fornicate due to the increased libido and large amounts of semen being produced continuously. The females also had the desire, not so much from the need for sex, but the need for sperm. The nanites were constantly rebuilding their human host’s bodies to some master plan. The semen was building material for the tiny machines as they flowed through the women’s bodies, making repairs and stopping the aging process after they reached the age of 25. If older than that, the aging process was virtually suspended. And in some cases, it was reversed several years, depending on the human.

The upgraded nanites brought another trick of alien technology to the male host. The ability to produce a synthetic pheromone with mind-controlling properties for normal humans. When anticipating or wanting sex occurred in the host, the nanites would trigger the release of the pheromone. One whiff and a non-chosen female would be enraptured and do almost anything to copulate.

The Rapture caused the brain to release dopamine and other chemicals associated with sexual excitement and desire. The pheromone was airborne and came out through the skin, exhaling breath and even in the saliva of the male.

The females also had the urge for semen to be processed. They didn’t know it, but the nanites did and created the same desire for them to copulate to meet demands. They didn’t need pheromones as the Chosen females were beautiful by any standards and had no difficulty in obtaining males to give them what they needed.

***

Matt never made it to the commissioners’ party. He’d decided that he had too much bad blood for how the department had treated him to go play nice. In between Christmas and New Years, he’d found a better use for his time. That was catching shoplifters and fucking them if they looked good enough to him. If they didn’t, they went to jail.

“Serves em right!” He thought as the latest woman was cuffed and transported from his little jail to the city hall.

***

That afternoon when he got off work, he was just opening his second beer when someone was knocking on his front door. Matt got up and headed for the door, wondering who the hell would be knocking?

He opened the door finding Claire standing there in the cold with a long coat on and a cute hat.

“Hi, can I come in?” she asked, stamping her cold feet up and down.

“Sure”

Matt let her in and asked, “So canlı bahis siteleri what brings you over to my palace?”

“You didn’t come to the party.”

“Nope, I really didn’t feel like it.”

“Sam wanted to thank you for saving the election.”

“How’s that?”

“By not sending our son to jail, remember?”

“Oh, that,” Matt replied, “He should thank you, not me.”

Claire turned a little pink because she knew exactly what he meant. She’d screwed him to buy her son’s way out of trouble.

Claire gave a little smile, “Well, I couldn’t really tell him about that now, could I?”

“I suppose not, but you did give me a good reason to let your son go.”

Claire gave a quick smile and then said, “Anyway, he wanted me to give you this.”

Claire pulled an envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Matt. Matt took it and ripped it open and found a check and a letter inside. While he was reading it, he was thinking about the time Claire had put out for him. It was getting him excited, and the pheromones got released from his body as he stood just in front of Claire.

Mr. Hammond,

I wanted to thank you for what you did personally. Your good judgment ensured that my election was not hindered, and that has made it possible for me to improve the department and right old wrongs. After Claire told me your story, I had your case and retirement reviewed, and it does appear the department did you harm.

We’ve adjusted your retirement pay to the correct amount, and enclosed is a check for the back-pay, you should have been receiving. I know this doesn’t fix what you’ve had to live with, but I hope it makes some amends. I would like to meet you sometime and shake your hand. In the future, if you need anything, please ask. Feel free to stop by the estate sometime for a visit.

It was signed. Sincerely, Sam Brown.

Matt looked at the very sizeable check and was very happy that he’d soon be moving to a better place.

***

Claire had been waiting for his response. Opening her long coat as she was feeling too warm. She could barely detect the light smell of cinnamon mixed with lilac and wondered if it was some kind of aftershave Matt was wearing.

“Well, I must say I’m impressed,” Matt told her after reading the letter, “Thank you for fixing things.”

“It’s the least I could do,” She replied, “You did get a bum deal, and I wanted to help you since you helped me.”

Matt was surprised at how sweet she had become. The snooty air about her was all but gone, and she was smiling at him. Her eyes even looked a little glossy like she’d been drinking. He hadn’t noticed that before.

“You want a beer?” He asked.

“Okay, I don’t have to be anywhere for a while.”

Matt returned with a couple of beers, as Claire took off her big coat. She had on dress slacks and a grey silk blouse with a thin choker necklace made of gold. Claire certainly liked her beautiful clothing, he thought as he handed her a beer bottle and they sat down on his old sofa. To Matt’s surprise, she sat down right next to him, her thigh touching his!

Claire was smiling and talking about living in the mansion and acting giddy as a schoolgirl. She leaned over and took a big inhale and asked him what the cologne was he had on. Matt didn’t have any cologne on but didn’t want to seem dumb.

“Not sure, it was some free sample I got in the mail.”

“You better buy it,” Claire inhaled again, “It’s fantastic!”

***

The synthetic pheromone, the aliens, had perfected hundreds of years ago had taken effect from her first breath. Claire’s body and brain were already feeling the “Rapture.” Claire hadn’t felt so horny since she had been a teenager in high school years ago. Her pulse had quickened. And the center of her brain that controlled her logic, and inhibitions had been completely blocked. Even her nervous system was affected. Claire’s nipples had hardened as if they’d been sucked on, and her clit felt hot and needing stimulation. All she could think of was how much she needed sex.

***

Claire sat her beer bottle down on the small coffee table. Matt was a bit surprised when Claire kicked off her dress shoes and then straddled his lap facing him! She had her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

“What’s this all about?” He asked her.

“You should thank me properly for getting your money back.”

Matt watched as she started unbuttoning her blouse. She stripped it off while sitting on his lap, facing him. Then Claire quickly removed her bra and tossed it away. Smiling and looking at him as she cupped her lovely boobs and squeezed them.

“You like my tits?” She asked him with a playful expression on her face.

Matt reached up and grabbed both of them, running his thumbs over her hard nipples, “They look perfect!”

To Claire, just the touch of his thumbs on her sensitive nipples sent waves of pleasure to her brain.

“Mmmm god, that feels good!” She told him, and leaned forward and put her boobs in his face, “Suck my nipples, baby!”

Matt sucked one and then the other. They were rigid hardpoints, and it made Claire moan like she was being fucked. Claire had never gotten that much excitement from having her nipples sucked before, and it just made her want him more.

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At midnight, Vikas was on the open deck looking at the sky when he heard the sound of footsteps. Sony was walking towards him in her 6″ high heels marking her steps with the click-clack sound that works better than Viagra on men.

What added to her raw sex appeal was the fact that she was wearing the same tight dress that she had on at dinner, but now the long lace skirt was gone. The dress now ended just an inch below her well-rounded, shapely ass.

Coming right close to Vikas, she gave him a slow, tight hug in which she moulded her young body to his hard frame and pressed close until her full boobs were crushed flat on his chest. Vikas closed his arms around her soft, supple body and slowly caressed her smooth, warm back.

“Mmmmmm, it’s so nice to see you, Sir!” Sony whispered in his ear intimately.

“It’s lovely to see you, darling. You look scandalously sexy!” He looked at her as they parted.

“Thank you, Sir. My panties are still off, for your access.” She smiled seductively.

“We will see!” Vikas remarked casually and turned to the railing “The Moon should be up soon, I think.”

“Sure. We can wait. I am not in a hurry to go anywhere. ” Sony stood facing the same way, holding the top bar of the ship’s railing.

“Good. So, this modeling that you did, what kind of assignments, did you do?” Vikas led the conversation.

“It was mostly local products, two assignments were …ooh, it’s colder than that I thought…” She looked at Vikas suggestively.

“Sorry, hon, I don’t have my jacket this time.” He was in a shirt and jeans now “Do you want to go back and bring something warmer?”

“No, I don’t want to go back so far, it’ll take time. You can still help me, if you want.”

“Well, I can give you my shirt, if that’d help.” He offered.

“I don’t want your shirt, I want your heat.”

“How?” Vikas was sure she was suggesting something but he wasn’t sure what.

“Like this!” She picked up his hand from the railing, insinuated herself between him and the railing then put his hand back on the railing. Now she was between his arms, with her back to him. Both of them were facing outward and her body was between his two hands on the railing.

“Now come close and keep me warm.” She invited.

Vikas smiled “You are a very resourceful girl. I like that!” He moved closer so his body was now rubbing on her from behind as they stood and talked.

He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck where her neck met the shoulder. She tilted her head to give him full access to her neck but he stopped after one small kiss.

“So, you were telling me about your career here.” He prompted.

“Yes.” Sony took his hands and closed his arms around her body, at the same time moving her butt to press intimately on his crotch, while she talked “I got two assignments here in Jakarta, for local products. One was a print job in a magazine, one got aired on Jakarta TV.”

She moved her ass skilfully like giving him a lap dance while standing up. His cock was hard in his pants now. He pressed it between her ass cheeks and she opened her legs wider so he could hump her better.

“And how did you get these?” He moved his right hand to her chest and slowly fondled her breast.

Sony took his left hand and put it on her other breast “A girlfriend of mine knew a photographer. She introduced me. He made it clear he could get me a print job if I’d sleep with him.”

Keeping his hands on her chest, Vikas kneaded both her tits slowly, but firmly, causing her to moan softly in-between words. There were not many people on the open deck at this time. The few who were around, were in the less lighted areas of the deck, involved in similar activities. Sony tilted her head back on his shoulder and turned her face slightly so her breath warmed his cheek when she talked.

“And?” Vikas prompted.

“I slept with him. There was no doubt in my mind about that. I wanted to get into modeling and he could help me. I knew girls who were working in clubs, standing by the road and getting customers to fuck them. I had to sleep with only one and privately. If it worked I would be paid much more and join a well-paying field.”

“Mmmhmmm..” Vikas agreed and let her carry on. He let his right hand slide smoothly down over her flat belly and on to her bare leg. He caressed there slowly, letting his fingers play on her soft skin.

“Mmmmmm.” Sony moaned and continued “He fucked me when he did my photoshoot and then again when I went to pick up the pictures. He sent them to the magazine and I got a call.”

“Audition?”

“Kind of. The magazine boss nailed me on his desk. He was married and he was good in fucking. I enjoyed that audition.”

Vikas continued to maul her tits with one hand and rub her bare thigh with the other. His fingers were playing under her short dress, so close to her bare pussy he could feel the heat of her cunt on his knuckles. She encouraged him by opening her legs.

“How did you get the TV spot?” Vikas asked.

“I answered illegal bahis an ad for a modeling contest. I used the photos that the photographer had done for me. I managed to get into the finals. I got called into the station owner’s office. There were two more girls. He told us there would be one final round and if we did well all three of us will be selected. For this round we would have to report to his farmhouse.”

Slowly, Vikas kissed the side of her neck, just below the jaw line and Sony moaned.

“All three of us were ready and willing.” Sony continued “There were three men at the farmhouse – the TV station owner, the head of Advertising and the guy who was director of the ad campaign. They fucked the three of us all night.”

“Who nailed you?”

“No, no!” Sony clarified “All three of them nailed the three of us all night. They swapped us around like fuckmeat. And we were fuckmeat, to be honest. We got a very good, hard pounding that night. We were their whores and we knew it.”

“Did you get the ad?”

“Yes, I got two spots, actually. Both did very well.”

“Good. Seems like you were set.”

“I thought so too.” Sony said “But the stupid TV station owner got caught with another girl and it all fell apart. Normally, it’s not a big deal for a man to fuck around in Indonesia, but there was some political angles involved. He lost the control of the station.”

“Too bad.” Vikas remakred.

His fingers were slowly rubbing her bare pussy and she was moaning more in-between telling her story. Vikas pressed his hard dick between her ass cheeks and humped her with slow, grinding motions.

“Sir, you know you could just open your zip and enter me. My dress is very short and I will bend over on the railing…”

“I know, baby, but not here…” He said as he continued mauling her body “Carry on.”

Sony ground her ass on his dick and continued with a moan.

“Mmm…I tried my luck in Bangkok.” She continued “There are even more willing girls in Bangkok. But I knew what to do by now. I found a photographer who was looking for models for an ad project and went to see him personally in my shortest, tightest dress. It worked. He liked my look but he was hesitating, telling me I looked good but he will have to do screen test etc. etc. I told him he could fuck me every time he did a shoot for me or got me work. He told me I was selected.”

“Did that work well?” Vikas asked normally but his hand was now under her dress, and his fingertip teased open her pussy hole. Sony’s pussy juices leaked on to his hand and her own thighs.

“Oh god! Please fuck me, Sir!” She begged him “Please just enter me and nail me right here!”

“Not yet, baby, and not here.” He told her casually “Carry on with your story.”

But even as he said that he slid his long finger up into her soaking wet cunt. It penetrated very easily into her well-lubricated hole.

“God, you are torturing me!” Sony whimpered, then after a few deep breaths she continued “Yes, it worked well, for a while. He got me a nice portfolio. And I had a good print campaign for a Thai night club.”

She paused to take a breath while moving her hips to fuck herself on his finger.

“Did the club owner nail you?” Vikas asked.

“Yes, of course. His wife worked in the club with him so he could not fuck me there. He fucked me in the photo studio when my friend introduced me to him.”

“And then…?”

“I kept seeing the photographer friend. He used to fuck me regularly. He was quite good so I enjoyed it. But I wasn’t getting any more work there. I was good but there were girls who were hotter, and better connected. Then one day I saw an ad for this cruise company. I went for the interview, sucked the boss’s cock under his table…and got the job. That was 2 years ago.”

“And now?” Vikas asked as she stopped and moaned in his arms.

“Now I am going to be your bitch!” She said definitively.

“Oh really? Is that the plan?”

“Yes. It’s a big sign for me to meet you at this time. I will be stupid not to take it. I am going to leave this job and move to Bombay. This time I not going to just dabble in it. I am going to give it my all and become a model.”

“That’s great.” Vikas said “I am sure you will do it. And I will help you.”

“I know you will, Sir. But I want to be your bitch. You can fuck me any time you want, any place you like. I will only spread my legs for the men you approve whether they are ad exec’s or photographers or whatever. No boyfriends, of course. I will do only the projects and assignments you tell me to do and approve. I want to be under your complete control and guidance.”

Feeling his dick get harder and harder as she spoke in such submissive and determined tones, Vikas humped her from behind, his hands playing with her gorgeous, hot body very intimately.

“But you don’t need to sleep with me, baby. I will help you anyway. I have promised you.”

“You are a man of your word, I know that, and I know you will help me. But I very much want to be your illegal bahis siteleri personal bitch.” She declared.

“Why?

Sony turned in his arms and pressed her big boobs to his chest as she looked up in his eyes “Because powerful men turn me on! And you are a strong, powerful man. In every way. On top of that you are so very sweet and kind. It just creams my pussy when I am near you, feeling your power. Please, please, fuck me Sir!”

“Not tonight.” He told her “But I will nail you tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Will you start making me your bitch on this cruise?”

“Yes, if you want to be my bitch, let’s start your training from tomorrow.”

Sony smiled and pressed her lips to his. It turned out to be a hot, wet, breath-snatching kiss.

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When Vikas got back to his stateroom, Kajal was already in bed. He opened the door with his key, undressed and brushed his teeth. Kajal didn’t stir.

He got fully naked and got in bed with her. Kajal stirred and turned to face him. She wrapped her arms around him.

“I can smell her perfume on you.” She whispered in his ear.

Moving her body closer to him, she rubbed his dick with her smooth, warm thigh. It got hard quickly. Kajal manoeuvred herself even closer and guided his head to her pussy hole.

“Please fuck me, baby!” She whispered in Vikas’ ear.

Vikas entered her with a smooth, slow stroke and started fucking her with deep strokes as she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. He kept his hard, huge cock deep inside her and only moved his hips to fuck her. Kajal moaned and clung to him tightly. She kept smelling his neck as he pushed herself more and more urgently onto his cock.

They came together, in a huge, hot explosion of fluids. Kajal’s body jerked in his strong embrace as the hot orgasm rocked her body.

She started to pull back so she could lick him clean, Vikas stopped her by grabbing her buttocks.

“Now sleep!” He whispered in her ear.

“Oh God!” Kajal moaned and tried to sleep with her husband’s semi-hard dick inside her sloppy wet pussy.

It didn’t work very well. Within an hour she was wet again and begged him to fuck her again.

This time he got on top of her, pinned her down and nailed her hard. Kajal held on the sheet with her small fists and spread her legs wide for him to fuck her as deep as he wanted.

After that intense session, they were both able to sleep.

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“Okay, I will be a captain.” Sony said.

“I am on your side.” Guddu said promptly.

“Me too.” Hemant chimed in.

“Me three.” Prakash said quickly.

“Who will be the other captain?” Sony asked.

“Of course, Jiju will be the second captain.” Rhea said “I am on Jiju’s side.”

“Hold on! Hold the horses!” Vikas said “Okay, I will be a captain. Fine. Sony can be the other team’s captain. That’s also fine. But then, captains will pick the teams. You can’t just pick yourself.”

They were all in the sports area of the ship which was quite impressive even if you didn’t take it into account that it was on a ship. Guddu and Prakash had proposed that they play cricket because they had a big family. Everybody had agreed that cricket would be fine for this morning’s sport. Now they were dividing teams.

Sony and Vikas stood side by side and everybody lined up in front of them.

“I won’t play. You kids play, I will watch.” Sonali said first.

“Mumma, you can be the umpire.” Rhea suggested.

“Yes, I can be the umpire.” She agreed.

“Okay that’s one player out so we are…” Vikas counted “nine people. We need one more to make even teams.”

“No problem. Evelyn!” Sony called out loudly and a minute later Evelyn joined the group.

“You pick first.” Sony said, looking at Vikas on her left.

“No, no, ladies first!” Vikas replied with a flourish.

“Okay. I pick Guddu.”

Guddu danced his way to her and stood on her right.

Vikas said “I pick Rhea!”

Rhea’s dance was equally jubilant as she came over, hugged Vikas and stood on his left.

Thereafter Sony picked Prakash, Hemant and Ameesha one by one. Vikas picked Kajal, Shriya and Evelyn.

“We still ended up on her team.” Guddu said “There was no use of all this delay.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Vikas replied calmly “It’s not about the result. It’s about the process. Now, you will listen to your captain, because she picked you, and my team will listen to me.”

“I thought you wanted some of us in your team. But you didn’t pick any of the three men.” Prakash said.

Vikas laughed in his face “Why would I pick you losers? I need a team that can win the game.”

“Oh yeah?” Prakash and Guddu both said.

“Hey! Hey!” Sony came between them “Save the sledging for the game. Captain, do you want to do the toss?”

“Sure.” Vikas took out a coin “Where are you coming?” He said to the others canlı bahis siteleri crowding around “Only the captains do the toss.”

He looked at Sony and gestured with an exaggerated flourish “Captain?”

“Sure, captain!” She said and followed beside him.

“You guys set up the pitch.” Vikas called out behind him.

Sony and Vikas walked a few metres away out of earshot. Sony was wearing a pair of very short denim shorts that covered her shapely ass very insufficiently, and a tight halter top with a sports bra. her long legs looked great as she walked.

“I want to nail you after the game.” Vikas said facing her as they stopped.

“Any time you want, Sir.” Sony agreed “But I will be sweaty and gross after playing cricket.”

“Don’t they have showers on this ship?”

“Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me right after the game? I thought you were the kinky type who liked sweaty girls, which is fine. It’s your choice how and when you want to do me. Should I call you after I shower?”

“No, I will have to send the family away first. We will anchor at Jakarta city right?” Vikas asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Sony replied.

“What time?”

“About noon.”

“Okay.” Vikas said “I will send the family to the city, they will have lunch there. I will stay back. I will come to your stateroom. I will nail you there, then we’ll have lunch together.”

“Sounds good, Sir. Will you nail me again after lunch?” Sony asked looking right into his eyes.

“But, of course. This is your training to become my bitch.”

“Can’t wait.” Sony licked her lips, then looked towards the pitch “They are ready. Shall we toss?”

“Yes!” Vikas held out the coin “Tails I will fuck your cunt first.” he said casually.

“And if it’s Heads?” Sony asked.

Vikas paused and looked into her eyes.

“Oh, I get it!” Sony blushed and smiled.

It came up Heads. Sony said “Good thing I am good at sucking cock.”

Picking up the coin Vikas said “We’ll bat first.”

“Yes, boss.” Sony said. They walked back to the others.

Sony took her players into a huddle to make strategy. Vikas did the same at the other end of the pitch.

“I know I have all girls on my team.” He said to his team “But I know you are all active girls. Rhea, you have played in college, right?”

“Yes, Jiju. I will kick their ass.” Rhea made a fist.

“Good. Evelyn, what about you?”

“I play every cruise, Sir. I think I am good now.” Evelyn said.

“Excellent!” He turned to Kajal “Any skill, jaan?”

“Not much, I played some in college, but I wasn’t very good.” Kajal admitted.

“No problem. Shriya?”

“I have three brothers, they always needed me to make the teams even.” Shriya said “I can do both bowling and batting.”

“Great! And I was on my college team. We won the inter-college up 3 years in a row.” Vikas gave them his credentials “Here’s the plan. I will save Shriya as my surprise weapon for the last. I and Rhea will open, then Evelyn will follow then Kajal. And Shriya in the end as I said. We need to try to make a 100. They can’t beat that.”

They broke the huddle. Rhea and Vikas padded up. All the equipment was genuine cricket kit except that they were playing with a tennis ball. The hard and heavy cricket ball was considered too much of a health and safety hazard on the ship.

Vikas faced Guddu for the first over. The first two balls went blank, then on the third one Vikas hit a four. Then again a four on the fourth ball.

“What are you doing, idiot?” Hemant called out to Guddu who didn’t reply except for a scowl.

On the next ball, they took one run and Rhea came to face the bowler. She survived the fifth ball and managed to hit it for one run on the last ball.

The over finished and Rhea came back to face the next bowler. Sony took the ball and started getting for her run-up.

She came to Vikas and asked in casual, low voice “What do you want me to wear Sir?”

Vikas also kept his expression neutral as he replied “Something very skimpy that I can fuck you in without taking it off.”

“Sure. I have just the thing in mind.” She smiled and walked away for her run-up.

It was only a 10-over match. Vikas’s team played well and managed to make 91 runs. Vikas and Shriya were not out. He was right in keeping her as a secret weapon. The guys’ faces were a study when she hit her first four. She made 24 of the 91 runs herself. Vikas made 32.

For the defending team, Sony and Guddu came to open. Guddu got out in the second over on Vikas’ ball when Shriya caught his ambitious stroke that he was playing for a six.

Three balls later when Sony was the runner and Hemant was on strike, Vikas was about to bowl when he came over to Sony and said softly “If you win this match I am going to spank your ass.”

She replied unfazed “I must try harder to win then.”

Even though it was a short match, it turned out to be quite exciting. Sony’s team was just about to lose when Prakash hit a six on Kajal’s ball in the last over, on the last ball. Evelyn tried for a catch but just missed it. They needed 2 runs, they got 6. They were jubilant.

After shaking hands with Vikas, Sony turned to her team and declared “Come on, I will take my team for ice cream.”

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Synopsis:

An Englishman in his early sixties answers a small ad in a photographic magazine whilst visiting Taiwan. The result is beyond his wildest dreams.

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I felt a little nervous as I rang the door bell of her apartment.

I had been in Taiwan for a week or so and last week I was in my hotel room reading the small advertisements in the back of Photographer Monthly.

My eyes fell on a small ad which read, “wanted; friendly male to pose for amateur female artist/photographer. Amateur, older English man would be preferred. Please contact Sumi for further details.” The advertisement included a phone number for the magazine which I wrote down on a piece of paper.

I had never done anything like that before but somehow felt intrigued and had an urge to call this Sumi and find out some more.

I left it for a few days but eventually picked up the phone and dialled the magazine number. I left my name and phone number with them and they said they would pass it on and that Sumi would no doubt be in touch.

A few days went by and then, one evening the phone rang and it was Sumi.

“Hi Harry I’m calling about your response to my advertisement my name is Sumi.”

“Oh hello, Sumi, I was just curious about what you would be wanting because I have never done anything like that before and am not sure if you would be interested in a sixty year old man although your advertisement did say ‘older man preferred.’.”

She was quiet for a moment and I was expecting her to tell me not to bother when she suddenly broke the silence saying, “Sixty years old is not a problem provided you are willing to pose naked.”

Now it was my turn to be silent as her words sunk in. Suddenly I felt a weird feeling of excitement as I tried to imagine how I would feel to be naked in front of a woman I had never met before.

My thoughts were interrupted as she said, “Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes,” I replied, “sorry, I was not expecting the naked part.”

“Oh, never mind, I understand if you don’t………………..”

“No, no,” I interrupted, “I don’t mind; really.”

Sumi sounded relieved as she said, “great! Maybe you could come round so that I can see what you look like and perhaps take some test pictures?”

“Yes, that would be great,” I said.

She then gave me her address.

I felt nervous as I waited for her to come to the door. Suddenly it was opening and I was greeted by an attractive and petite young Asian woman in her mid thirties with a beautiful welcoming smile. Somehow I had been expecting her to be a lot older. Not only was she much younger than I was expecting but much more attractive.

My eyes felt compelled to check her out. She was wearing a shirt with the top buttons unfastened which revealed glimpses of blue lace encasing what looked to be very nice breasts. She was also revealing a shapely pair of legs by wearing quite a short skirt. She was bare foot and I also noted bare legged.

“You must be Harry, please come in.”

I entered the apartment and followed her to a large living room.

“Please sit down Harry. Would you like a beer or something?” she asked.

“Yes, that would be nice,” I said as I sat on a large couch.

Sumi fetched us both a beer and we were soon drinking and chatting which made us both feel more relaxed.

As we were talking Sumi picked up her camera and pointed it at me.

“Do you mind if I start to take some pictures? It will help you get used to the camera.”

I felt strange at first as she continued to talk while she walked around me taking pictures but I was soon getting into the role of being a model.

Looking back now I realise that she was trying to find the courage to take the next step.

As she walked round me with the camera, bending a stooping, I could not help but notice the regular glimpses of her breasts down the front of her shirt. Was she doing it on purpose I wondered? Surely not, after all she is only interested in her art.

I was feeling relaxed now. I suspect the beer and her pleasant company had helped.

I could hear the slight tension in her voice as she said, Harry could you stand up please. I did as she asked and listened to the camera shutter clicking as she took more pictures.

The tension in her voice increased as she said, “Please look into the camera and take of your shirt.”

I did as she asked, enjoying a slightly sensual feeling as I unfastened the buttons one by one and then pulled of my shirt.

“Not bad for an old guy!” She exclaimed with a large grin.

I found my self posing, holding in my belly and illegal bahis flexing my chest and arm muscles as Sumi took more pictures. At one stage she stooped low on the floor to take a picture looking up at me and I could not only see her tits covered by a pretty lace bra but most of her shapely thighs revealed by the short skirt as it rode up her legs.

I could feel my self becoming aroused which was not helped when she said, “Please take off your shoes socks and trousers.”

I could sense that Sumi was becoming more confident now. The tension in her voice was now almost gone.

I sat for a moment to take off my shoes and socks. I then stood up and unfastened by belt. I tried to suppress the images in my head of the view down her shirt and the way in which she had (accidentally?) showed off her thighs. I could feel my cock was already semi-stiff and felt reluctant to take of my trousers in case I offended her.

Sumi sensed my hesitation and said, “Come on then Harry, don’t be shy, get them off, you did know that I wanted a male model to pose naked.

I slowly pulled down my trousers and then kicked them off of my feet. I stood in front of her in just my underpants, very conscious of the fact that my arousal was causing a very obvious bulge.

“Very impressive Harry,” she said as she took more pictures. After a short while it was obvious that my semi-erect state had not offended or upset her. In fact she seemed very pleased as she asked me to pose in various positions which would accentuate the bulge.

I also noticed that she was quite often pointing the camera directly at my bulge and using the zoom to get close up shots.

All the time I was trying hard not to become fully erect because I knew that, if I did, the head of my cock would peep out from my underpants.

“Turn around please Harry so I can see your back.”

I turned around and heard the camera clicking.

“Mmmm, nice, Harry, now please take off your underpants.”

Oh, what the hell I thought. Here goes.

I placed my thumbs in the waistband and swiftly slid them down over my legs and pulled them off.

I was now completely naked with this woman I had only met for the first time thirty minutes or so ago.

“Nice bum Harry. Please place your hands on your hips and move your feet part about two feet.

I did as she asked.

“Just lean forward a little.” I sensed her kneel down and realised that she must have taken a shot from behind of my balls hanging between my legs.

“Mmmmm, nice; now turn around so I can see what you have been hiding!”

I glanced down at my cock, still slightly embarrassed by its semi-erect state and worried about her reaction.

I then slowly turned around and stood before Sumi completely naked.

I saw her eyes move immediately to my cock as she exclaimed, “very nice Harry.”

It felt strange at first to be standing naked in front of her as she started to take pictures of my cock. Almost dream like and not the sort of thing that happens every day to a sixty year old man.

Gradually I started to get used to being naked in front of this young woman and posing for her in different positions; all of which seemed to emphasize my cock.

“I want you to sit back on the couch and then recline and try to look relaxed.”

I sat down and then put one leg up onto the couch as I leaned back on a large cushion.

I could sense the slight tension return to Sumi’s voice as she said, “I suppose I should explain what I want from you Harry. I want to paint a male nude but because I am quite slow at painting and still learning the finer details I thought that it would help if I had a selection of pictures to use as a reference.

“I see.” I replied.

“However,” she continued, “I want to paint something different from the normal classic nude paintings. In the classic paintings the man’s penis and testicles are usually obscured or made to look insignificant.

I want to paint a nude man in all his glory. I want to paint him in a classic and artistic way but proudly showing his fully erect penis!”

I gulped as she finished her sentence. Not sure where this would be going next.

I saw her face blush a little and she sounded a little awkward as she said, “can you make your self erect for me Harry?”

I just thought, oh what the hell, why not!

Her expression looked eager as I moved my hand down and wrapped my fingers around my cock. I started a slow wanking action and as my cock swelled to full stiffness in my hand Sumi was eagerly clicking away with the camera.

Watching me do this had obviously given her more illegal bahis siteleri confidence as she said, “That is great Harry. Now lean right back with your legs apart so I can capture the full glory of your testicles and erect penis.

I leaned back still holding my cock and opened my legs. Sumi moved around me with her camera taking shots from different angles but always focussed on my cock.

“Now please let go of your penis and let me get a clear view of the whole length.”

I let go and moved my hands away.

Sumi took a few more shots but then stopped. I looked up at her and noticed she was either deep in thought or hesitating about asking me something.

I asked her if there was a problem.

“No, not really,” she replied, “but I am not completely happy with the way in which I have captured your testicles. There was a long pause before she suddenly blurted out, would you mind if I touch you? I mean touch you to help arrange the shot?”

“What ever you wish Sumi, I really don’t mind,” I said, as I lay back naked, erect and relaxed.

She put the camera down and came next to me. I was still lying back as she moved my arms down by my side. She then asked me to turn a little and lay partially on my side.

I then jumped a little as her small hand suddenly moved between my legs.

“I want to move your balls a little, I hope you don’t mind” she said as though it was nothing unusual.

It felt good as her cool hand lifted by balls out a little.

I could feel that my erection was not as big as it was as she said, “Harry, I want you fully stiff again but I don’t want you to move from this pose. Would you mind if I touch your cock?”

Would I mind! I thought, trying not to show any excitement and trying to remain as professional as I could.

“No of course not,” I replied, “please go ahead.”

I looked down and watched her small fingers wrap around my cock. It grew completely stiff in a few seconds.

“Can I pull your skin back Harry? I really want to see your cock in its full glory.”

I think I just grunted rather than answering coherently.

The feeling was very erotic as this amateur artist, whom I had only just met, gripped my stiff cock and pulled back the foreskin to reveal my shiny purple head.

“Fantastic!” she shrieked excitedly as she quickly got up and grabbed the camera.

As she took some more shots my foreskin slowly slid back up and partly covered the head again.

“Oh dear I need to pull your skin back again,” she said.

Maybe it was my own arousal, I’m not sure, but I sensed a playful note in her voice.

“Please be my guest”, I said, wondering how she might react to what I had in mind.

She put the camera down again and moved next to me. She had her back to me facing away as she leaned down and gripped my cock again. I felt her pull back my foreskin and start to slowly wank my cock.

I had been trying to suppress my lustful thoughts and desires ever since arriving. At his very moment, with Sumi gripping my stiff cock I could not resist any longer.

My head was full of conflicting messages; common sense telling me to control my self but my lust seducing me to take the risk.

My lust won.

I reached out with the arm that was nearest to her and ran my hand slowly up under her skirt. At any moment I was waiting and half expecting for her to object or scream or something; but nothing.

I moved my hand higher and higher until it was only inches away from her knickers and between her legs.

I was convinced that at any minute she would turn around and slap my face but nothing. She was still facing away from me and wanking my cock very slowly and gently.

I moved my hand up the last few inches and brushed the tips of my fingers against the silky fabric of her knickers. The whole section of fabric between her legs was soaking wet!

I moved my whole hand between her partly open thighs and gently gripped the flesh of her wet cunt through the soaked fabric.

I could feel my lust taking me over as I touched and squeezed the wet softness of her cunt through her knickers.

Any fear of rejection was suddenly gone as Sumi moaned softly before lowering her mouth down over my stiff cock. I felt her hot breath and the warmth of her mouth as she licked the shiny purple head of my cock.

I paused for a moment, enjoying the wonderful sensations of her tongue licking my cock before quickly getting up from the seat. She looked round at me, momentarily startled at my sudden action as my cock slipped from her mouth.

I roughly pushed her forward until she canlı bahis siteleri was leaning forward and supporting her self with her hands gripping the back of a chair.

I reached under her and frantically unfastened the buttons of her shirt with one hand. At least two of them got ripped off and hit the floor in my rush.

With her shirt unfastened I reached inside and squeezed each of her tits in turn. With the other hand I felt for the fastening of her bra through her shirt, quickly found it, and with a skilful flick of my fingers it was undone.

I roughly pulled the bra cups away from her tits and held the soft naked flesh in my hand. I squeezed and felt them; seeking out her nipples. Wow! Finding Sumi’s big stiff nipples was a great feeling. I could not resist pinching and pulling them while my other hand was urgently lifting up her skirt.

I moved round behind her as I lifted her skirt up over her bum. With one quick strong pull, I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down around her knees.

My hand swiftly returned between her legs, my fingers seeking her wet hole.

I ran the tips of my fingers back and forward in her wet slit before sliding one finger deep inside her. She moaned as my finger slid easily into the hot wet flesh of her cunt.

I moved up closer. My cock was now so hard it was almost painful.

I reached between us and guided my stiff cock to its target. I could feel the hot wetness of her cunt on the head of my cock. Her soft flesh opened as I pushed forward and entered her. I pushed my stiff cock all the way inside her and then paused for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of her hot wetness engulfing my cock. I leaned over her back and put both hands inside her shirt.

Gripping a tit in each hand I then started to fuck her doggy style.

I was fucking her with almost animal like thrusts. Deep and meaningful as though my life depended on it.

I relaxed the grip of my hands on her tits and just lightly held her nipples so that I could enjoy the feeling of her tits swinging back and forth beneath her with every thrust of my hips.

I sensed that her arms were hurting supporting her weight and my animal like thrusts. I paused for a moment and withdrew my stiff cock. I turned her around, smiled, swiftly pulled off her knickers and lifted her up off of her feet.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist and then I lowered her down a little and felt my cock sink back into her wet hole again.

I fucked her like she was a frog clinging to a large tree. I could not believe the urgent need I was feeling to satisfy my animal lust with her.

Still with her legs wrapped around me and my cock buried inside her I walked to her bedroom.

I somehow managed to lower us both down onto her bed with my cock still inside her.

Her bra and shirt were still tangled around her arms as she lay on her back beneath me. I lifted my body a little and pulled the clothing away from her tits to get a good look. She looked so sexy and her nipples looked big and stiff.

I reached down each side in turn and lifted her legs up. I then folded her legs back down her sides until her knees were almost touching her tits. This is how I wanted her. I wanted to just fuck her as deeply as I could. I wanted to feel every inch of my cock inside her.

I started to thrust deeply and slowly, savouring the feeling of this sexy woman as the head of my cock pushed toward her womb.

I could feel my excitement rising and wanted to fill her with my spunk. I started to thrust harder and faster. My head was buried in the pillow next to her ear. I could taste the salty sweat on my lip as I said directly into her ear, Sumi, I hope I was a good model but now I’m going to fill your lovely cunt with my spunk.

I could feel the sweat covering my body as Sumi started to moan louder and louder. She was thrusting her cunt toward me with each of my downward thrusts, forcing my cock deeper and deeper. I could feel my spunk rising and my fucking was becoming more and more urgent. By now my hands were holding her bum cheeks, one in each hand, pulling her against me. I moved my fingers around and found her arsehole. I ran the tip of one finger over her tight little hole and heard her start to moan louder and louder.

I could feel I was about to cum and was shouting in her ear, “Here comes my hot spunk Sumi, all for you,” With one movement I pushed my finger deep into her arse. She was screaming and writhing. Her orgasm shook her whole body as my hot spunk then flooded inside her.

We remained joined in a sweaty heap for some time. Sumi slowly let her legs relax and fall down as my cock started to soften.

I could feel my spunk starting to trickle from her well fucked cunt as I said with a smile and a laugh, “Am I the sort of male model you were looking for?”

THE END

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