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It’s going to hurt. Tomorrow with every step she takes, she will feel it. Not pain, not really. It’ll be a stiffness in her legs, an awkward gait. It’ll be a reminder of how the muscles of her inner thighs were stretched just past their limits. But the discomfort will hardly matter, because tonight the pleasure feels so good.

And, yeah, part of that’s the obvious. He is so big and hard inside her. He fills her completely and he’s found a rhythm that coaxes her g-spot to life.

But it’s not just the obvious. It’s everything. Everything feels good.

It’s the way her legs are spread apart, strained past their limits, wrapping around him as best they can, pulling him closer. It’s how her toes point, her calf muscles flex. It’s the way her thighs take the impact of each one of his thrusts.

It’s how the sheet tangles under and around her, how it’s slipped off one corner of the mattress. It’s the way the bed creaks, how it knocks against the wall. There’s no mistaking the sounds, the rhythm.

The neighbors must know what they’re doing.

It’s the air around them, ankara escort heavy with his sweat and her pheromones. She can almost feel their combined scents trigger certain areas of her brain, the areas that make her content, amenable and horny. It will linger in the sheets, their fragrance, until laundry day. In the morning, after he leaves, she’ll inhale it, just to breathe him in and purposefully trigger her brain again.

It’s his hand on her hip, holding her in place. His fingers dig into her, claiming her. He’s already marked her with little bite marks on her neck. She isn’t sure why she loves receiving hickies, but she does. Maybe it’s submitting to his dominance, or spicing pleasure with a pinch of pain. Of course, she’ll roll her eyes at it tomorrow when she has to wear a turtleneck to cover up the remnants of his foreplay.

It’s him, above her. He holds himself up, maybe out of consideration for her or maybe so he can get better leverage. Whatever the reason, it allows her the perfect view of his chest, his stomach, his arms, his face.

It’s his face, his damp hair curling escort ankara around it, his flushed skin. It’s how his nose crinkles and his nostrils flare. It’s how his breath is ragged, underscored with soft grunts.

It’s his eyes, his lush brown eyes, warm and golden. They won’t leave hers, even when she’s forced to shut her eyes, to stretch her neck and moan his name. When she opens them again, when she looks at him, he’s staring back at her.

Does he like what he sees? Her hair fans out around her, tangles forming where her head rubs against the pillow. Her lips are parted. They feel a little swollen, the lingering effect of his kisses. Her breasts bounce and jiggle. Like the creaking bed, her body keeps time with his thrusts.

It’s her. It’s the heat of her skin. It’s the way she moves counter to him. It’s those intense stabs of pleasure that tighten her muscles, that force her to cry out or whimper. They only last a second, but they promise more. He feels her pleasure too. In that second it grips him, he bites down on his lip and thrusts faster.

It’s all of it, ankara escort bayan the sight, the sound, the taste, the scent, the touch. They come together, swirling and building. They vibrate. They pulse. They create a moment of perfection that lasts forever, that’s over too soon. It rushes over her, infusing her, consuming her. She is that moment and nothing more.

He’s the one who brings her back. His strangled cry draws her attention. His eyes finally release her and clamp shut. His lips tremble. His hot ecstasy floods her.

But it isn’t over. It still feels good.

It feels good how he collapses down, mostly at her side, but still partially on top of her. It’s how his hand caresses her waist, how his tender, tired kiss teases her lips. It’s his low chuckle that elicits her giggle.

It’s how he fights to keep his eyes open but loses the battle and drifts off to sleep. There’s a vulnerability in being unconscious. The trust he must feel to allow himself to lie helpless in her presence. The comfort he must have to close his eyes and spend the night dreaming next to her. That’s part of it too, a big part of it.

Tomorrow she’s going to feel it. Each stiff, awkward step will be a reminder of tonight and every little perfect thing about it. Tomorrow she’s going to feel it, but she won’t mind.

The End

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It’s All The Ex’s Fault Ch. 09

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s all the Ex’s fault

It was intentionally written without names…. Almost.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup

I relieved a VERY bored over night tech. We were a twenty four hour operation, but it was going to take a while until the overnight business picked up. The good part was I didn’t have to actually ‘open up’.

I made my rounds checking on the machines, then doing my ‘manager’ paperwork for an hour. The good and bad about a slow night shift was there was absolutely nothing for me to do when I got in.

I had to sit back and smile at the last twenty four hours. For as bad as yesterday started out thinking about ‘her’, it had turned out to be a wonderful day finishing with my bodybuilder. I did get a call from the boss about what had happened last night, and he was happy to hear it was a customer that intervened and not an employee. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was my new girlfriend….hmmmm my new girlfriend. I like the sound of that.

I did get a call from her around ten, “Your cum is dribbling down my leg.” She whispered to me.

“You mean our cum don’t you?”

I could hear the smile in her voice, “Yea, I guess I do. I’m going to have to put on regular underwear and a pad so I can sit down.” Still talking quietly.

“Mmmmm but that does bring an interesting picture to mind, thinking about it dribbling down to your stocking tops. That reminds me, I never did ask you if that’s what you usually wear, or if it was something special?”

“That’s a conversation for a time when we can talk.”

“And when might that be?”

“I don’t have class Friday.”

“Stay the weekend.”

“My place, my weight set is here.”

“With traffic I probably won’t make it down until six thirty or seven.”

“See you then, gotta go, bye.”

This could be an interesting weekend. I cleaned the van out after work, and packed a bag for the weekend. Some casual and one nice set just in case. On a whim I had another key made for the apartment, also just in case. Friday couldn’t go by fast enough, and even with a problem machine about the time I was handing things over to the second shift tech, I still got out at a pretty good time, going through downtown after the Friday rush. The image of her working with our cum running down her thighs into her stocking tops at work kept popping into my head making me grin like a kid at Christmas.

The real surprise was when I got to her place. There was a note on the door for me to come in quietly and get my instructions off the kitchen counter. Hmmm she definitely had something in mind. I heard muffled noises from her bedroom when I opened the door. I set my bag down and read the note on the counter. ‘Strip down and bring this with you to the bedroom’, there was a rubber packet next to the note. Now there was some VERY interesting noises coming from the bedroom, and a distinct aroma of pussy, so this could be interesting.

I stripped down and followed the instructions, but what I found stopped me dead in my tracks. There was a big chested black woman on the weight bench with her ankles tied back and wide to the ends of the bar bells. I think it was our black girl from the competition day, but since she was sitting on her face, one hand on a tit and the other driving a large dildo in and out of a spread pussy I couldn’t quite be sire.

She looked down at my cock coming up HARD and grinned, then winked at me. “So you need to cum do you?” there was some mumbling from under her pussy. “Next thing you know you’ll want your ass fucked too!” two black hands came up around her thighs and pulled her down for what sounded like a good tongue lashing. The hand came up off the tit, pointed to the rubber, then my cock. Then it went down to tickle the black girls ass, “You reeeeeeally want something stiffed in here do you?”

I was getting the picture as she slid just the tip of her finger in and out of that chocolate rosebud, making the black girls legs quiver. I had the rubber out of the package and on my cock in a flash, stepping right up to her.

She put her hand around my neck to bring me in for a hard kiss, then whispered in my ear, “Fuck her ass like you did my pussy the first night.” I looked back at her with wide eyes. She just smiled, “You ready to get that ass pounded into next week?” there was some loud noises from under her, and she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock to pull me up to the black girls ass. Between the dripping pussy and some lube on the rubber this was going to be good.

“Here it comes!” she grabbed my hips and pulled me into the black girls ass, it was tight, but she had definitely done this before. But a good tight ass is still wonderful. Instincts took over and I grabbed the black girls hips and started pounding ankara escort her ass as she leaned over for some serious lips lock. Her hand on my neck holding us together while I pounded me some black ass and she got her pussy eaten by a screaming woman. Evidentially she had been trying to hold off, because pretty shortly she was cumming and screaming in my mouth, sending me over the edge and unloading in the black girls ass, well into the rubber at least.

We kept going until she collapsed on the black girl. I slid out of the black girls ass and down to the floor as she did, the rubber trying to come off my softening cock. I didn’t soften too much, because as soon as I was clear she pulled the big dildo out of the black girls pussy and began eating her out in front of my face. The black girl started quivering again, and I moved closer to watch her eating another woman. Her pink tongue sliding between those black pussy lips and into the pink valley below was enchanting.

She looked at me, then brought her head up and pulled me in for a nice kiss above a gaping pussy, her lips and tongue still coated with another woman’s juices. I could almost have cum again when she spread that chocolate pussy and nudged my head down to it. I didn’t have to be asked twice, I dived in to that dribbling pussy, getting her another muffled screech in hers. I lapped a bit until she nudged me back and pointed to the ropes trying her ankles.

I stepped around the end of the weight bench, seeing a black forehead sticking out from under her ass. When I released her ankles from the ropes my bodybuilder let her legs down and then slid forward and rolled over down to the floor herself.

Just in front of my now hard cock was our black girl from the competition, her body with a sweaty sheen, her face coated in pussy juice all the way down to her neck and a dreamy look on her face. When she did open her eyes she looked up at my cock bobbing in front of her. She tiled her head back a bit and pulled me to her lips as far as the weight bench would allow. She only took a little more than the head of my cock in her mouth, but she was relishing the moment, so was I!

She managed to straddle the black girl, taking one of my hands and putting it on the huge black tit, and the other on her own, then putting hers behind my neck to draw me in. “Now that’s how to start a weekend!” she said before pulling me in for a nice slow sensual kiss.

I couldn’t argue. Fucking the black girls ass and then sharing her dripping pussy, now getting a nice kiss while a have one of each tit in hand and my cock being leisurely sucked on by that same black woman. And I had only been there less than an hour. We stayed like that for just a bit, when the black girl let loose of my cock, “I gotta peeeeee.” That got both of them giggling, and she stepped off to one side letting the black girl get up and scurry off to the bathroom. That she didn’t close the bathroom door I took as a good sign.

She snuggled back up against me, trapping my hard cock between her thighs. “Are you mad?”

“At what?” she nodded toward the bathroom, and I just shrugged my shoulders. “I hadn’t planned it, but she stopped by after you called to let me know you were on your way. She was all cuddly and horny, so I thought I’d get you some ass to fuck.”

I smiled back at her, “And you some pussy to eat?” she grinned and bit her lip, “and you did share that pussy with me.”

That got a quick nod and a kiss, “She likes to have two dildos in her at the same time, I thought I’d give her a surprise too!”

I felt another warm body with some huge tits come up against my back, “And that you did missy!” the black girl turned my head enough to give me a quick peck and a look. I looked back at her, and got a slight nod, so I turned back and got a more serious kiss from the black girl while I was being squeezed from both sides. Being the man in a woman sandwich is nice, but when it’s a woman bodybuilder sandwich it amazing. I couldn’t have gotten out from between them if I wanted to… not that I really did.

They did release me enough I could pull the black girl around to make it a three way hug and kiss. A hard tit in each side and a firm cheek in each hand, “So what are we doing for supper now that we’ve had desert?”

That got me chuckles, “I have steak and potato for you, and I’ve got some other stuff for us.”

“I hope not that bottle of what ever, you two need real food every once in a while.”

The black girl reached down to stroke my cock, “True, but a girl had to get her protein shake every once in a while doesn’t she?”

“Oh girl, you are just a cock whore. Keep him entertained while I start dinner.” She gave us both a quick kiss and headed for the kitchen.

I turned her and cupped her ass, dipping a finger toward her rosebud, making her jump a bit, her hand never leaving my firm cock. We made our way to the living room groping each other and grinning. She was in the kitchen, still naked when the black girl sat me back escort ankara on the couch, spread her pussy, and sank down on me with eyes closed and blissful smile. “I’ve been thinking about that since the day you gave me my massage….” I reached up to grope and squeeze her tits. Now don’t take this wrong, but there is something so erotic about white on black. Her delicious nipples standing out between my white fingers, or my cock going into her chocolate pussy or ass. I could feel her pussy clenching some around my cock, but not nearly as strong and my girl….. hmmmmm, ‘my girl!’

She began rocking back and forth on my cock, “No boyfriend?”

She piped up from the kitchen, “She says guys make too much of a mess.”

I reached down to heft one tit and took a quick nip of her nipple, making her stop and clamp on my cock. “But every once in a while we’re OK?”

She grinned back at me, then looked over her shoulder at her in the kitchen. “Especially when I have someone to clean up the mess you’re going to make!” She stuck her tongue out at us, then made a licking motion before turning back to her cooking.

“Are you going to make a mess in my pussy?” she squeezed her tits up between her forearms and clamped down on my cock as best she could. “Is that big white cock going to unload on my chocolate pussy like it did in my ass?” she was rocking back and forth grinding her clit against my cock and working me pretty good. “Are you going to fill me thinking about her coming over her afterwards and eating your cum out of my…dripping…chocolate…pussyyyyyyyy!” she started cumming on me, and I followed right after. What she lacked in intended grip, she more than made up for in orgasm grip!

She was quivering and spasming and making little jumps as she came around my cock while I was doing my best to shoot her to the moon. I did manage to roll her to one side and lay on her catching my breath while she laid there with a smile. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and saw her standing beside us with a dripping pussy. I managed to sit up, expecting her to dive into the black girls pussy, but she took the black girls hand and put it over her own pussy, then turned to me. “You’re first.”

She kneeled down beside the couch and took me all the way in, not a problem in my shrunken state, but she licked and sucked and nibbled until she was sure I was thoroughly clean. She leaned up to me, then whispered, “Did you enjoy watching me eat her pussy?” in spite of the last hour, I was actually starting to firm up a little. I nodded and she grinned, “Want to watch again?” I just smiled.

She pushed me down towards the floor and scooted down between the black girls legs, spreading them WIDE. I kneeled down beside the black girl, my head on her stomach while I watched my girl clean that chocolate pussy. She did so VERY thoroughly. Nice long slow licks, around and around that spread pussy. Holding her wide and dipping in for a load of out combined juices, keeping them in the tip of her tongue to face me and look at me before swallowing them. She made a few more lewd licks up and around her clit before turning to me.

“Do me while you watch me do her.” OK, now I wasn’t rock hard hearing that, but plenty firm enough to slide into her willing pussy. I got up behind her while she was still licking, and spread her, getting a bit of her juices on my thumb. I seem to remember the black girl wasn’t the only one that liked her ass played with.

I slid easily into her pussy, and when I was about half way in I slid my thumb in her ass. She gasped and moaned into that chocolate pussy, then began eating like a mad woman. I started giving her pussy a good fucking, matching my thumb in her ass to the strokes in her pussy. Now it was her turn to have her moans muffled by a pussy in her face, but when I reached forward to pinch a nipple she began spasming around my cock and trying to pull it off with her pussy muscles.

I had to hold still in her pussy for fear of breaking something, but I kept going with my thumb in her ass giving her a nice orgasm. I got a thumbs up from the black girl while she held my girls head to her pussy and squeezed her own nipple.

When I pulled my thumb out of her ass it was like a rag doll collapsing. Her pussy let loose of my cock and she dropped between the black girls thighs panting. I had my second wind after being drained earlier, so I got up and washed my hands and got damp towels for the girls. I handed the black girl one and began wiping down my girl with the other. Of course since I was there I made a few passes at that chocolate pussy!

The black girl grinned as she watched me wiping and touching my girl. I gave her a quick kiss as she came around. She gave me a kiss back and stumbled back to the kitchen. My steak and potato were just about finished. She popped her and the black girls’ fish on, and then we sat down to wolf it down. I had to grin at the two of them eating like starving women while I enjoyed my decadent steak and potato. Of course bits and pieces ankara escort bayan of my dinner were snatched by each of them!

We were all grinning back and forth as we ate, but me and her most of all.

“So what are your plans this weekend?” the black girl asked.

“We’re having a pre-celebration weekend.” my girl responded.

“For what?”

She looked over at me quick, then back to the black girl. “His divorce is final Thursday.”

“So that makes Reno the BIG celebration then!” the black girl was grinning, but she was looking back and forth between me and the black girl.

“I….Um….”

I looked at the two of them, “What’s Reno?”

“The regional competition, going to be about three hundred women there, you’re going to LOVE it!” The black girl was still grinning, but she wasn’t.

She was looking at me, but talking to the black girl. “I haven’t registered yet.” She said quietly.

“Girl you been working for this all year, you better get registered or there won’t be any spots left open.” Her head came up and began looking back and forth between us looking at each other. “Oh hell, look at the time. I have to make a stop at the store before I go home.” She wiggled into her tight jeans, making those huge chocolate tits bounce while she did, then slipped her tank top on and headed out the door, bra and jacket in hand.

She was looking down at her plate playing with the last little bit of food. I leaned over and lifted her chin to look at me, then gave her a quick kiss. I took the fork out of her hand and led her to the couch, sitting back on the end with my legs spread and patted the cushion for her to sit between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her, one around her belly and the other around her shoulders. “So how come you haven’t registered yet?”

“I was thinking we’d have a celebration weekend to our selves….” She said kind of quietly.

“But a little birdie just said you’ve been working toward this all year. That makes it kind of important.”

She pulled my arm around her shoulders down across her tits and hugged herself with my arm. “But not the most important.”

I kissed her neck and then her shoulder, “But something important enough to work all year for it.” She leaned her head over to rub against mine. “I wouldn’t want you to regret not doing it because of me.”

She looked back over her shoulder. “You sure?” I gave her a peck on the nose, “Well I did already put in for the time off.” She smiled.

“Time off?”

“It’s a Saturday Sunday event. We usually drive down Friday and back on Monday.”

“WHOA!” I was smiling at that.

“Yea, it’s about three times the size of what you experienced her downtown.”

“Damn….” I was thinking about all the naked women, TIMES THREE! “That’s a hell of a competition.” We sat there cuddling for a while. “You should do it.”

She turned sideways between my legs, “Really?”

“Really. If my last ten years taught me anything it was a ton of ‘what ifs’. What if I had done this instead of that? What if I had said this instead of that?”

She put and arm around be hind me and pulled me in for a nice gentle kiss. “OK…..” she bit her lip with a smile, “You could always come with us…” as she pulled my hand down to cup her tit and give it a squeeze.

I kicked my head back laughing, “Trying to coerce me with a hall full of naked women are you?”

She slid down my chest, “Mmmmm Hmmmm,” as she took my hardening cock in her mouth, slowly licking and caressing me like an all day sucker. After shooting off several times already I was in no danger of popping off right away, and she seemed in no hurry to make me. I reached for the phone on the end table, she made sure to keep me between her lips while I twisted and moved, then settled in while I was on the phone, enjoying trying to distract me.

“Hello.”

“Hey boss, got a question for you.”

“What’s up?”

“I’ve got a bit of a situation.”

“Noting serious I hope?”

“No, more of a short notice kind of thing. Some friends of mine are headed out to Reno next weekend, and have invited me along to celebrate my divorce being final.”

He laughed, “That sounds like the place to do it, what’s the problem?”

“They are headed out for a weekend event and are leaving Friday and coming back Monday.”

He was laughing, and I cold swear I could hear him shaking his head. “I was going to be flying out that Tuesday to meet with a manufacturer’s rep on being a beta site. If you can get someone to cover your shift and meet with him that Monday I’ll pick up the gas for the trip.”

I had to stop for a second as she pushed down to jam me against the back of her mouth. “I’ll check with the other techs and let you know.” I managed to hand up the phone without dropping it. “Damn you make it difficult to talk on the phone…”

She came up off my cock, then licked from balls to tip. “Complaining?” she said smiling behind my hard cock.

“Never!”

“So what did he say?” as she took the head back in her mouth to run her tongue around the head.

“Ahhhhhhhh….he said…..he said if I could get someone to cover my shift it would be OK.” She came up off my cock with a big smile, “And….”

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I heard the front door open and a moment later someone coming up the stairs. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was only a little past ten, so I wondered why my sister Michelle was home so early.

A moment late there was a knock at my door. “Yeah,” I answered.

The door opened and Michelle stood there. I smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she replied. I thought she looked a little nervous.

“Good date?”

She shrugged and walked over and sat and the end of the bed.

“You’re home kinda early. Mom’s not even home yet.”

“John, lemme ask you something.”

“What?”

She hesitated. “Uh, have you ever, uh…”

I smiled. This wasn’t like Melissa; when she had something to say, she said it.

“What?”

“Have you ever, uh, fingered a girl?”

I laughed. “What?”

“No, I’m serious. Have you?”

I was 22 years old and I’d had my share of girlfriends.

“Uh, yeah.”

Melissa and I would joke about sex stuff, but this was the first time we’d really talked about it.

She looked down at her hands and then back at me. “I mean, not like there, I mean, like the butt?”

Her faced turned red and I could feel my mine do the same. “Why?”

She got up and started walking around the room.

“Tonight, me and Rick were fooling around a little, the stuff we usually do. He was, uh, playing with me, and I shifted and his finger kind of went in my butt.”

She looked at me; I didn’t know what to say.

“I kinda freaked out a little. Rick did too, he said it was an accident, that he didn’t mean to do it. But it kinda ruined the night and he drove me home.”

I though for a moment and then shrugged. “What’s the big deal, he said it was an accident.”

Melissa came and sat on the bed again.

“But that’s the thing, I…I liked it. It was a surprise at first, but I liked it.”

I frowned. “Still not seein’ the big deal here.”

“Isn’t it gross? I mean, you shouldn’t be putting stuff in there, right?”

I shrugged.

“So, have you done that to a girl?”

I nodded.

“You have? Who?”

“Just a girl I dated a year or so ago. She liked when I did that. She said she got off better that way.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I smiled thinking about Colleen. Man, she was a wild one. “Yeah, she was-” Suddenly I remember who I was talking to. “She was interesting.”

“So, it’s not that weird? I’m not a freak?”

I smiled. “Of course not. Butt stuff is pretty common. Don’t you ever watch porn?”

Melissa made a face. “No.”

“Well, maybe you should. Alright, I got an early class tomorrow and a paper due, so…”

Melissa get the hint and got up.

“Thanks, John.”

As she walked to the door I couldn’t help but look at the butt in question. She was wearing a somewhat tight pair of jeans, and although it was on the small side, it was nice. I averted my gaze just in time as he turned and smiled before closing the door behind her. I shook my head as I dug back into my book. Surprisingly, thinking about my sister doing sexual things didn’t gross me out. In fact, it actually seemed to turn me on a little. I shook it off and continued reading.

The next night was Friday and I came home late after hanging out with some friends at a bar. Not to make too much noise, I went around the back of house. I was just about to put my key in the lock, when I looked inside and stopped dead.

In the living room, my sister — I could just see her the back of her head on the couch — was watching a porn video. It was actually my porn video. How had she found that, I wondered.

I didn’t know what to do. I stood there for a minute but then shook my head. After the conversation we’d had the day before, this shouldn’t be a big deal.

I made more noise than I needed to, and by the time I got inside, Melissa had turned off the movie. She seemed flushed and her clothes were disheveled.

“Uh, hey, John,” she said smoothing her skirt.

“Hey,” I sat down next to her. “Anything good on?”

She shrugged. Some kind of nature show about insects was on.

“I didn’t know you were into bugs,” I said.

“Uh, yeah.”

I smiled, but didn’t want to keep her on the hook too long.

“Listen, I saw what you were watching.”

For a second she looked like she was going to deny it, but then she flushed.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” I said. “But please don’t go though my room. You coulda asked. I haven’t watched that one in a while.”

Melissa was embarrassed and didn’t say anything.

“Do ankara escort you remember it?”

“What?”

“The video?”

“I only watched it like a thousand times, so yeah.”

“Is there any, uh, butt stuff in it?”

I laughed. “Wow, you’re really on a butt kick, aren’t you?”

“Shut up!” She whipped a pillow at me.

“There’s no butt stuff in that one, sorry. Wait, why are here watching porn, anyway? Weren’t you supposed to be out with Rick?”

Melissa frowned. “I think it’s over between us.”

“Really? Why?”

I could tell she was uncomfortable.

“Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s cool.”

“Hey wouldn’t play with my butt, okay?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I asked him to just play with it a little, and he wouldn’t. He said it was gross.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “Whatever. Hey, you wanna smoke some pot? Jenny just gave me some.”

“What about Mom?”

“Oh, I forgot, she’s at Aunt Karen’s for the weekend.”

“Alright, let’s smoke.”

The rest of the night, until I woke up later, was a blur. After the first joint I think we started drinking wine. Then there was another joint. Somebody put the porn video back on somewhere around the third joint.

A sound woke me up, and when I looked around, it was still dark outside. My head was in a fog. I looked at the bowl on the coffee table that we had used as an ashtray. Jesus, how much had we smoked?

The sound was coming from the TV. The bad music that played over the opening of the porn DVD was playing and I reached for the remote that was sitting on the arm of the couch and shut it off. That’s when I realized my sister was laying on me. I had fallen asleep more or less sitting up and she was sprawled face down on me. I started to try to move her, and get to my room, but something caught my attention.

Melissa’s ass was right in my lap.

In addition to making me sleepy and hungry, pot always made me horny, and this ass in front of me, never mind that it belonged to my sister, was starting to make me hard. I looked at it for a second or two, and then, lifted up her skirt, just to see — I told myself — what kind of panties she was wearing.

I lifted it slowly, and for several inches just saw ass. Thinking she was wearing a thong, I lifted it higher. But when I got to her waist, I realized, she wasn’t wearing anything.

Then the memory of coming home came back. My sister had been watching porn and playing with herself without any underwear on. My dick was now almost completely hard. I was about to put her skirt back, when I though, what the hell, I’ve gone this far. Why not see what all the fuss was about?

I glanced at her face; most of her blonde hair covered it, but she appeared to be sleeping soundly. Carefully, I put a hand on each cheek and spread it.

And there it was: my sister’s asshole. I was actually looking at my sister’s asshole. The ring around it was a little darker than her skin color and the little pucker itself was a soft pink. My dick was now as hard as it had ever been.

I stared at it for a little while and it took me a surprising amount of time to realize that her pussy was also right there. I stared at that for a while, but my gaze kept going back to her asshole. Without really thinking, I took my right hand off her cheek and, using my middle finger, gently touched it. I just sort of circled it for a little bit and then dipped it inside, just a couple of millimeters.

It was warm and soft. I had to fight my urge to put my whole finger in it. I just played with it until I noticed that her pussy was starting to look moist. After checking to see if she was still asleep, I started touching her pussy, not really fingering it, but just trying to get my finger wet.

After a minute, I thought it was wet enough, and I returned it to her asshole. My finger went in easily, and I put it in up to my second knuckle. I twirled around and then started fucking her ass. I can’t say how long I did it — the pot still had my in somewhat of a haze — but I know I almost came in my pants. What finally stopped me was Melissa groaning.

Fuck, I thought, yanking my finger out of her ass. What the hell do I do now?

“Don’t,” Melissa said, moving the hair out of her face.

“Melissa,” I started, “I’m sor-“

“Don’t stop,” she said, turning to look at me. “Please.”

She stuck her butt up and I didn’t need to be asked twice. After gliding it across her pussy to get some more moisture, I plunged it back in to her ass. escort ankara She moaned loudly and writhed against my finger. Soon she was bucking and I knew she had come. I had too.

When she had caught her breath, she looked at me and smiled.

“Thanks. It’s just not the same when you do it yourself.”

She got up and headed out of the room. “Night, John.” She hadn’t pulled her skirt back down all the way and I watcher her ass cheeks sway as she left the room.

When I finally realized I really had to get up to clean myself, I noticed I was hard again.

I awoke the next morning — afternoon really — with a massive headache. I was half convinced the night before was a dream, until I noticed my cum-stained underwear on the floor.

I decided I’d just go back to sleep, maybe not even leave my room the whole day, when there was a knock at that door. Shit.

I didn’t answer. Maybe she’ll think I’m sleeping and go away.

“John?”

My mouth was incredibly dry and I quietly reached for a half-empty water bottle on my nightstand. Before I could get it, I bumped the lamp and it fell to the floor. So much for being quiet.

“John? Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I called. “I’m fine.”

“Can I come in?”

I thought for a second. “Uh, yeah, okay.”

The door opened and Melissa came in. She just had a towel on and her hair was wet.

“I was just on my way back to my room when I wanted to see how you were.”

“Well, other than what feels like a car sitting on my head, I’m fine.”

She smiled.

“Listen,” she said. “I don’t want things to be awkward because of, you know, what happened last night.”

I nodded.

“I thought we should just get it out in the open so we don’t have to tip toe around each other. Last night happened, it’s over, we can move on.”

Wow, I thought. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal.

“Good,” I said. “Let’s move on. You want some pancakes?”

Melissa smiled. “Pancakes sound great. But first-” She unfastened the towel and let it drop to the floor. “Can you finger my ass again?”

I stared at my naked sister. For the first time I had a good look at her. Her tits were nice, probably a B-cup, and she had a tuft of light brown hair above her pussy.

“But? What?” I sputtered.

Melissa walked over to the bed and lay faced down, spreading her legs.

“Melissa, what’s going on? What happened to moving on from last night?”

She looked at me and grinned. “We are moving on, to this.”

I stared at her without saying anything.

“C’mon, John, I know you were as excited as I was last night. I could, uh, tell.”

She grinned, and damn it, my dick was starting to get hard. She shook her butt.

“C’mon! I’m horny! Just do what you did last night.”

I hesitated for a moment but then got down on the floor and grabbed her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. Now my face was about six inches from my sister’s ass.

“It’s a little dry, but you can do what you did last night and use my, uh, pussy to get it wet again if you want. That’s really wet right now.”

I spread her cheeks and looked at her beautiful anus again. I thought about using her pussy for some lube but suddenly had another idea.

Melissa yelped when I shoved my face between her cheeks and started devouring her asshole.

“Oh, god, John, that’s good!” she squealed.

Her asshole was delicious. It actually just kind of tasted like fruity body wash, but there was a hint of her own natural musk. I spread her cheek further and licked lower so I could taste her pussy. That tasted exquisite as well. I stayed there for a little while and then licked up her entire crack and went back to mauling her asshole.

Suddenly I had an idea and stopped.

“No, don’t stop! That feels so good!”

She looked back at me, but when I started fingering her ass with my thumb, she put her head back on the bed. I played with her asshole for a minute before taking my middle finger and thrusting it into her pussy. When I started working both digits together, Melissa screamed. Thank god, nobody’s home I thought.

Her hips starting bucking and I knew she had come. I kept my fingers in her for a little while longer — it felt like she had another orgasm — and then slowly removed them. Melissa had a big, goofy smile on her face, and I had a tent in my pajama pants.

“I came,” she said.

“Yeah,” I noticed.

She looked down at my crotch. “Did you…?”

I shook my head.

“Do you wanna? I mean, I could…”

I smiled. ankara escort bayan “I have an idea. Stay there.”

I quickly left the room and went into the bathroom and grabbed the body of baby oil from the medicine cabinet. I went back to my room and immediately took my clothes off. My dick was rock hard and Melissa looked at it hungrily at first, but then she saw the bottle and looked a little nervous.

“Are you gonna, uh, put that in me? It looks kind of big.”

I started putting baby oil on my dick.

“No.” Not yet, I thought. “Trust me.”

When my dick was nice and oiled, I went over to the bed and dripped some oil between Melissa’s cheeks. She squealed. I rubbed it in well, sticking a finger back in her anus for a moment, much to her delight, and then straddled her.

I put my dick between her ass cheeks and began fucking her that way.

“Ooh, that feels good, John.”

“You’re gonna love this, then,” I said.

I leaned in more so my dick could rub right against her asshole. She moaned.

“I can’t hold it much longer.” “Then come,” she panted.

After a few more thrusts, I came. The semen shot out of me like a cannon and got all over her back and hair. It was probably the best orgasm I’d ever had. I collapsed on her, not even caring that I was lying in my own jizz.

“That was awesome,” Melissa said sleepily. “But I think I need another shower now.”

I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”

After she had showered again, Melissa had gone out with some friends she’d made plans with. I cleaned myself up and went back to my room to try to get some more studying done. But it was no use.

I had no idea what was going to happen between me and Melissa now. I felt a little confused and remorseful about what had happened, but I couldn’t get any of what had happened out of my head. Her little pink butthole. How it had tasted, how it had clamped down on my finger, how it had felt rubbing my dick against it.

The wrongness of the situation was immediately replaced with the goodness of the experience.

At some point I had dozed off. The moving of the bed woke me, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a phenomenal sight: a naked pussy and butthole.

“You up, bro?”

“Uh, yeah, but-“

She didn’t let me finish, lowering her ass onto my face. She grinded it for a minute, my mouth on her pussy, my nose practically in her asshole, before shifting so I could focus just on the rosebud.

I licked like a madman as she moaned. She must have noticed the bulge in my pants because I felt her hands unfasten the button and lower the zipper. She pulled my dick out and started jerking me off slowly.

After she came loudly, her cum all over my face, she bent down and started sucking me, and I hoped she’d return the favor. But she had other plans. She took my dick out of her mouth. “Don’t cum yet. I want this in my ass.”

She went back to sucking, and so did I. Before it was past the point of no return, I slid out from under her and got up. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and was about to go to the bathroom where I’d returned the baby oil, when I noticed it on my nightstand. Melissa smiled.

“Just planned ahead,” she said and got on all fours and spread her legs.

I oiled myself up and got behind her; she was so wet there was no need to do her. I couldn’t resist and leaned over and took another lick of her asshole. Then I backed away and lined up the head of my dick with it.

This is it, I thought. I’m about to fuck my sister in the ass. Perhaps that should have stopped me, but two things quickly crossed my mind. The first was we already had gone so far, I’d had my fingers and tongue in her ass, would me dick really matter? The second was the fact that my dick was going to be in my sister ass was a huge turn on.

I thought no more and plunged it in.

We both gasped. God, it felt good. I pulled it back slowly, and then slowly entered her again. It sounds corny, but my dick at that moment felt like a magic wand that was getting more powerful every time it went into her ass.

I went slow for a while, but I could tell Melissa was getting impatient. Suddenly, without warning, I thrust it in completely, held it there for a few seconds, and then started really fucking her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she shrieked as I nailed her.

That sent me over the edge.

“I’m coming!”

As I felt my semen erupt in her ass, I realized I had been wrong. This was the best orgasm I’d ever had.

I collapsed on her and we both just lay there, big smiles on our faces, for a while.

“John?” Melissa said.

“Yeah?”

“I think I like butt stuff.”

I laughed. “Yeah, think I do too.”

I started to get off her, but then I realized I was starting to get hard again.

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Note: Set in a Free Use world and lots of anal as usual. Quite a quick story this time since it was inspired by a one paragraph long thing I saw ages ago about how free use sluts would act to their friends. I liked it and wrote this but couldn’t think of how to make it more substantial. I get inspired pretty easily by little things even as short as a sentence, so if you have any ideas, feel free to share.

Also, I’m starting to dislike writing sex scenes. It’s so perfunctory. I’m just repeating myself with different words and I’m bad at it. May focus more and more on dialogue, situations and attitudes in the future.

~

I was just killing time, preparing for my interview and having a coffee when I saw her.

“Maddie? Maddie is that you?” I asked approaching her.

An instant of hesitation before the spark of recognition took hold.

“James?”

I smiled wide. “Yeah!”

She smiled back. “Oh my God. Wow. I can’t believe I’m seeing you here.”

“I know right? How longs it been?”

“More than a decade I’d say. Seriously, talk about a coincidence. I thought I was the only one to move away.”

“You weren’t. I had to get outta there too. The place was just too small.”

Maddie nodded slowly. “I know that feeling.” She gestured at her table. “Wanna join me?”

“Absolutely.”

Maddie got up and offered me her seat. She suddenly frowned with thought. “Sorry, my memory’s a bit hazy. You liked anal right?” she asked while rummaging through her purse.

I shook my head. “Nah it’s fine, you don’t have to. I remember you didn’t like it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and it’s also been ten years. I’m not a little girl anymore,” she said eventually fishing out a tube of lube. She uncapped, applied and put away the lube like she’d done the maneuver a thousand times before.

I shrugged and took out my hardening cock. Maddie straddled me and grabbed my cock. She guided it toward her asshole before sitting down on it quickly and grinding her ass into my lap, making sure I got deep into her.

She hugged me and I hugged her back like only old friends can.

“It’s so good seeing you James,” Maddie said.

“You too,” I replied.

Maddie eventually pulled back and gave me a bounce. “Well you’ve really grown up,” she said with a playful smile and slight grunt.

Seeing Maddie easily take the almost nine inches of cock was a complete change from what I remembered of her. “And you weren’t kidding. Since when’d you get this good at anal?”

She gave me a smug look. “Like I said, it’s been a long time James. I’ve picked up a thing or two.”

“I pendik escort can see that,” I said smiling back at her.

Maddie had been stick thin back in high school but had filled out amazingly well since then. I liked having an ass I could actually dig my fingers into or tits I could bury my face in.

“So what’ve you been up to?” Maddie asked me as she started bouncing up and down. And that wasn’t all she was doing. She really had picked up a trick or two, on every bounce she’d clench her muscles on the out stroke and relax on the in stroke so it almost felt like she was sucking my cock with her ass.

“Well, I left soon as I got my degree and did a bunch of work for different design firms. This is just the latest in a long string of moves.”

“What, you don’t like staying in one place or something?”

I shrugged. “I like travel, and I can get work pretty much anywhere, it makes sense to me.”

She nodded.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Well, I settled down here eight years ago. Unlike you, I don’t move around much. It’s just too perfect here. I’ve always loved how big and alive this city is James. Anyway, let’s see, four years ago I left my old company to start my own design firm and it’s been going well since then.”

“You’ve got your own firm?”

She gave me self-satisfied look. “There are upsides to staying in one place to build something up you know.”

“I know, I know. I just wanted to see the world more than I wanted to make money.”

I felt like it was the wrong thing to say immediately, like we were sniping at each other’s motivations. The conversation stalled and grew awkward. Maddie pulled herself off me and started going ass to mouth just so she’d have something to do and give herself an excuse not to talk.

I was enjoying it, but kicking myself for derailing things. Sex was easier to talk about, so I went with that. “I remember you used to hate doing that, called it gross and demeaning. One of your new tricks?”

Maddie nodded while still on my cock.

“What changed your mind?”

She slurped once more and pulled off me. “I grew up,” she said. “It’d be pretty insane if I was a grown woman and handle a little ass to mouth.”

“I’ve seen some pretty crazy people out there.”

She chuckled. “Yeah and I’m not one of them. You can swap holes all you want, won’t find me complaining.”

I did just that. After half an hour of going back and forth between her mouth and asshole, I finally couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my load inside her asshole.

Maddie pulled off me when I grew soft. She grabbed her now cold coffee and placed escort pendik it under her asshole before pushing out the anal creampie. A messy flood of white poured out of her and mixed with her dark drink.

“Your last trick?”

Maddie huffed. “Not even close. Eating cum from my ass doesn’t even make the break ten. It’d surprise you what I’ve done.”

I laughed. “You really have changed Maddie.”

“For the better I hope.”

“Oh definitely.”

She drank her drink of coffee and cum as we continued to catch up. The life returned to our conversation. It was hard for things to stay awkward when a girl drinks your cum out of her ass after all.

Eventually we left the coffee shop and began to say goodbye.

“Oh, I almost forgot to ask, what company did you get work for?”

“Oh, Orion Designs or something.”

Maddie’s face scrunched up. “Small world… That was my old company. You know, I left because management became an absolute shitshow towards the end. And last I heard, it still was. You’re in for a treat James.”

“That bad?”

“Uh-yup.”

“Shit. Well, whatever. If it turns out bad, I can always find another place.”

Maddie perked up at that. “Hey, you know what? If you don’t like it at Orion, you could always come work for me. I remember you were pretty good.”

“Really? You mean that?”

“Yeah, absolutely, we’re actually understaffed at the moment so the timings perfect.”

“Thanks Maddie, I’ll really keep that in mind. Hell, I might take you up on that even if things aren’t bad at Orion. So long as the paychecks big,” I said playfully.

“I’ll have you know I’m very fair and my employees love me,” she said. “Plus the work benefits are pretty decent. I don’t run things like other firms do. Me and the other girls aren’t off limits, even during work hours.”

I arched my brow. Usually to keep work days productive, companies would have in-house policies to make sure Free Use only happened outside of company time or off property.

“Yeah, it’s true. Within reason of course. I’d still expect you to get your work done obviously. But as long you do, my ass is available any time,” she said, her tone business like and belying none of the filth of what she said.

“Wow, that’s pretty progressive of you. I’ve heard of a few places getting rid of the company restrictions but none that I’ve worked for have.”

Maddie shrugged. “Gotta stay competitive.”

“Well no wonder your employees love you, those are quite the perks. I’m not sure there’s anything Orion can offer me that competes with that.”

Maddie tilted her head. “Does that mean what pendik escort bayan I think it means?”

“Yeah, yeah I think it does. I don’t think I can pass up a deal like that.”

“Great! I mean you’ll still have to come in to talk things over and show off your portfolio, but I’m sure your stuffs good.”

“I haven’t gotten any worse.”

“When are you free?”

“Well, all the time. I was going to go to Orion later today to sign on with them, but now I gotta call them to cancel.”

“So you’ve got your work with you right now?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, it’s right in my car.”

“Perfect. Look, I know it’s a bit sudden, but in that case, do you wanna come with me back to the office to talk things over and just get the official stuff out of the way right now?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah sure, we can do that.”

“Brilliant. Oh and James? Sorry but I have to get a bit serious now. We’ve had trouble before, a lot actually, with most of our male hires. A lot of them just don’t have the discipline to take advantage of the perks and get their work done as well,” she said. “Please don’t be one of them James. You can spend as much time splitting my ass open and feeding me cum as you want, so long as you stay on top of your work load.”

“I will Maddie, you can trust me.”

“Oh and, please don’t call me Maddie in the office. I go by Madeline to everyone else.”

“Right, sorry, Madeline it is. I’ll follow you back in my car then?” She nodded. “So we’re still going to have an interview then?”

“Well, it won’t really be an interview, but we do need to talk some things over.”

“Can we just call it one? I’ve always wanted to fuck the one interviewing me.”

Maddie raised a brow, “taking advantage of the benefits already?”

“I think I’ll be taking advantage of them a lot.”

“Well, so long as you remember what I said.”

~ Epilogue

The interview turned out to be one of the more memorable and pleasant ones I’d have. Maddie spent most of it lying on her desk as I gaped her ass open while she was asking me questions. The rest of the time she spent cleaning off my cock when I answered her. I made sure to keep my answers long winded.

Life at Maddie’s company was a lot better than every other place I worked for, for obvious reasons. I particularly had fun stuffing Maddie’s ass whenever she tried to head a meeting. She’d always get too flustered to go about it smoothly.

And the best thing was, it turned out Maddie was underselling the problems she had with male hires. I was literally the only one there. Every other guy had to be let go at some point for falling behind the work schedule. To everyone else’s surprise, I was the only one to strike a balance between work and fun despite spending half the work day in Maddie’s ass. With things as good as they were, I wasn’t moving any time soon.

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A Surprising Morning

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The fire wasn’t declared under control until 1000 hours on Saturday, some 6 hours after the first alarm cam in. Capt. Jerry Rago and his truck crew were among the last units to be sent home. After getting the rig back in service and cleaning the tools, the volunteers weren’t able to make their way to their homes until almost noon.

Jerry entered the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, Peggy, looking forward to getting some well deserved sleep. When she heard him close the door, Peggy came rushing into the living room completely naked, her hair dripping wet.

“Where have you been?” she demanded. “You should have been home hours ago!”

“I was at a fire, babe,” he answered. “That’s why I got the scanner, you know. So you could keep track of what’s going on.”

“I can’t keep that thing turned on all the time,” she said angrily, “it’s too distracting. You should have called.”

“Yeah, see the thing is, I can’t really do that when I’m on a fire scene. I’ve told you this before. So why are you yelling at me, and why the hell are you walking around the apartment naked?”

“I just got out of the shower. And don’t change the subject,” she shouted as she pushed him in the chest with both hands.

“Stop it! What the hell’s the matter with you, anyway?” he shouted back. She kept pushing him, until he fell back onto the sofa.

That was enough for Jerry. “Now knock it off, Peg! I came in here looking to take a shower myself and get some sleep, and not to have you hollering at me for nothing!”

“For nothing? We were going to go by my folk’s for lunch, or did you forget that?” she said, “You promised.”

“Well, I’ll call them and apologize. I’m sure they’ll understand. Your mom and dad do know I’m a volunteer.”

“That’s tuzla escort not the point. You always do this. You do what you want to do and don’t care at all about what I might want to do!” She punctuated each word with another shove.

“That’s it!” he cried. Jerry grabbed her arm and pulled her over his knee. “If you can’t understand why I do what I do, maybe you’ll understand this.”

Peggy was only 5’3″ tall to Jerry’s 6’1″ and couldn’t put up much of a fight. As she squirmed he raised his right hand and landed a blow to her round naked ass.

“No!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare do that again!”

But he was fed up with her unreasonable tantrum. He spanked her over and over, landing at least 20 slaps on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks. By the time he was done, she’d ceased wriggling and was sobbing softly. His anger abated, he released his grip on her and she slid off his lap and stood before him with her head down, still whimpering. That’s when he noticed that the right leg of his jeans was wet. The spot was right where her crotch was positioned while getting spanked. He extended his hand between her legs. She started when she felt him run his hand up her legs. He found her pussy was dripping wet. She looked up and locked eyes with him when he inserted two fingers into her, meeting no resistance due to her excitement.

“Did that make you horny, Peggy?” he taunted. “Do you get excited when you’re spanked?”

She didn’t answer, only lowering her gaze and blushing. Jerry began moving his fingers in her, hooking them towards the front of her pussy. She gasped and bent over at the waist, her hands going to his shoulders to steady herself. He kept his two fingers working her G-spot while rubbing her clit with his thumb It was only a matter tuzla escort bayan of minutes until he brought her to orgasm. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she grunted “oh…oh…oh” over and over. As her climax abated,, Peggy sunk slowly to her knees, holding on to him all the way down. His fingers pulled out of her as she lowered herself to the carpet.

Jerry stood up in front of her and started loosening his belt. She heard him and looked up in time to see him shed his jeans and shorts. Peggy could see his fully aroused cock pointing just over her head. She got on her hands and knees and turned away from him presenting her very red ass to his gaze. He knelt down and quickly entered her. He was able to slide his cock all the way into her quite easily since she was so very wet. He started slow, fucking her deeply. It wasn’t very long before his excitement got the better of him and he started hammering into her fast and deep. Peggy climaxed a second time and Jerry followed scant seconds later.

He sat back on his heels as the two of the caught their breath, both of them surprised by what had just transpired.

“Are you alright, babe,” he asked after a moment.

Her “yes” was barely audible. She looked around at him, the tears drying on her face. He finally stood up and helped her to her feet.

“C’mon,” he said, “I still need a shower and you can help.”

He led her into the bathroom and turned the water on to get warm. He finished undressing and stepped into the shower, helping her in after him. He handed her the soap and turned away from her so she could lather up his back. Peggy started on his shoulders and quickly moved down to his butt. She spent a few minutes rubbing his muscular ass, much to his pleasure as well as hers. escort tuzla After quickly scrubbing the back of his legs, she pulled him around so he was facing her. She again started at his shoulders and worked her way down. On this trip, however, she got no further than his newly hard cock. She slowly massaged his engorged organ as he groaned his approval. Jerry leaned down and lifted her face to give her a passionate kiss. Since he had come only ten or fifteen minutes earlier, he knew he could last quite a while, even under her intense handjob.

Taking the soap out of her other hand, he started washing her. He started at her shoulders much as she had, but he moved down her sides skipping around her perky little tits. He bent over so as to be able to massage her ass. He always marveled at how her cheeks were at once firm and yet soft to the touch. Peggy continued her handjob as he moved his soapy hands around to her small, pubic patch. When they had made love the first time, he found her pussy completely shaved. He told her later that she didn’t have to do that for him, as he kind of liked a nice bush on a woman. Since that time, she had happily stopped shaving.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, quietly.

Peggy just nodded and the two of them quickly rinsed off and helped each other get dry when they got out of the shower. He took her hand again and led her to their queen size bed. He pulled back the duvet and, before she could climb into the bed he once again ran his hand up between her legs. She was still very wet and it wasn’t from the shower.

“You really did get excited from that spanking, didn’t you?” he asked.

Peggy blushed again and nodded. “I’ve never felt that way before, Jerry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Well, I’m going to remember that,” he laughed, “in case I ever want to get you heated up.” She smiled in response as she climbed into the bed and reached her arms out to him.

End of Part One

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A Devil of a Party

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(A Halloween Contest Story)

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It started, as these things often do, as a stray comment in a not-so innocent conversation. It took root in a fertile imagination, back in the dark recesses of a human mind, where evil impulses often grow. It sent its tendrils into the light, most withering under the heat of good conscience and moral fortitude. But some survived, the stronger branches, to find a home in the place where ideas take shape, where risk and reward are measured, and where the balance between the two can sometimes, under the right conditions, be tilted towards one or the other.

* * *

“Turn on the light!” he cried out as he scrambled back into place behind her, positioning the head of his cock just outside her meaty lips, scored with red marks where he’d twisted the sensitive flesh. He blinked as the lights came on, and then knew that the eyes beyond the fabric could see everything, would witness as he deflowered this maiden and made her part of Satan’s own stable of sex sluts. With a cry of elation he crammed his cock into her cunt, the wet walls opening to accept him. He grasped her hips violently, his claws marking her flesh and began fucking her so hard her breasts beat a spastic tattoo as they slapped wildly together…

Tom Sorenson woke with a start, grasping the sheets in his hands. His cock throbbed beneath the sheets, his erection almost painful in its insistence to be relieved. The dream had been so real, so incredible, that he knew he had to write it down. And make it happen. But first. He looked over at his wife, topless as usual, asleep beside him. She awoke at his touch and, seeing his erection in the dim moonlight, knew exactly what he wanted. Well, almost…

“Let’s have a Halloween haunted house,” Tom Sorenson declared a little later, at what could only be considered the most inopportune time ever.

“My mrownt mryke mowllowwen mlarts,” his wife Sarah replied, her voice muffled. Understandably so, as her mouth was currently filled with Tom’s hard cock, which she was endeavoring to swallow whole, or so it seemed to Tom as the head of his cock scraped along the back of her throat. In fact, it was amazing that she’d been able to reply at all, given how much of his dick occupied her mouth. Still, eight years of marriage had taught him a thing or two, and translating cock mouth was one of them.

“I know you don’t like Halloween parties. But I was thinking this one could be different. A haunted house. An adult one. With adult activities. We could do some pretty kinky things,” he added, knowing that she was feeling pretty kinky at the moment.

“Mwont maft mwowr mrroufs,” she replied, shifting her position so that her heavy breasts brushed along the tops of his legs. He looked past her head, along the smooth slope of her back and fixed on the rounded globes of her butt. He’d fuck her doggystyle tonight, he decided, already imagining the feel of her soft ass cheeks in his hands. And maybe spank her a little, softly, so as not to wake the children. Just enough to get her motor really running.

“Nah, not at our house. I was thinking at Phil’s. He’s always up for something different. And I bet he knows the right people around town to invite.” Phil would make it special, of that Tom was sure. And memorable. That was a Phil trademark.

Sarah mumbled something that might have been agreement, or might just have been the wet smacking sound of her lips skimming along the length of his shaft. He was about to ask her to repeat her answer when she turned her attention to his sensitive cock head, rasping the flat of her tongue across the sensitive mushroom cap, and causing the familiarly electric sparks of pleasure to crackle down his shaft, burst through his groin and travel down his legs, causing his toes to literally curl in response. Then all further thoughts of entertaining were lost from his over-stimulated brain.

* * *

Phil Diamond made his living as a producer. His neighbors called him a Hollywood producer, which he allowed, because it was technically true. He did produce Hollywood films. Some were even rated mildly enough to be viewed in the nation’s cinema multiplexes. But most were not.

His neighbors also thought that being a producer was a glamorous profession. He didn’t disavow that perception either. But while they imagined high level calls with A-list celebrities and high-powered agents, in truth producing proved much more mundane. A producer got things done. Most often, that meant getting on the phone and convincing other people that what you needed was more important that what they’d planned to do that particular tuzla escort moment. Sometimes it meant getting a truck of chairs from one place to another on time. Or arranging for a car to be available to be blown up. Or suggesting that a city planner look the other way while a key scene was filmed in a public park. A producer was a planner, a gopher, a fixer. A producer was the one you turned to when all seemed to impossible and impassible, but things still needed to be moving forward.

Phil got things done. To get things done, you needed to know what motivated people. What would make a delivery man give up lunch to get a package from A to B, right this minute. Phil knew what people wanted. He knew what motivated them. He always seemed to know that Mr. Package Delivery Guy was an aspiring screenwriter who just wanted someone to look at his script. And he always knew a director’s assistant who would look at said script in exchange for an introduction to an up-and-coming new director. Who wanted to fuck an A-list star. Who wanted to get back the Oscar she sold to her PA in a fit of pique. Who wanted…

Well, it went on and on. And Phil knew what they all wanted. He knew their heartfelt and secret desires. He got them what they wanted and got things done. He was good at it. He was, as some of his peers would whisper during cocktail parties, spooky good. Nobody knew as much as Phil. And, some said, nobody could.

One thing Phil didn’t do, which all the rest of the producers did, was take meetings. Or grab lunch at the latest hot Hollywood eatery. He didn’t do it because he liked to work behind the scenes. He also didn’t do it because he lived about eighteen hundred miles from Hollywood. More or less specifically, he lived in the Midwest. He lived in a subdivision not unlike most others, a bit outside a metropolitan area, with winding streets named for geographic landmarks that had long been paved over: Red Oak, Fox Run, Cypress and the ever popular Rippling Creek.

His house, though, was a bit different than the others. Larger, for a million dollars bought a lot more floor space here than in Orange County. And set apart from the rest, at the end of a cul-de-sac on which he’d bought all the other property, so that it really just served as an extra long driveway to his home. He’d bought the home not just because of its distance from the Hollywood hills, as he could’ve gotten that most anywhere. But because of the view outside the rear of the house, backing up as it did on a strong, swirling river, and beyond that a deep and dark forest, the kind that repelled even the most intrepidly adventurous child, tangled as it was with brambles and thorn bushes and poison ivy. It suited his mood. And sometimes, his purpose.

Phil gazed back at the river, awaiting the phone call he’d been warned would arrive soon. A haunted house. Yes. And what better place to hold it than Phil’s house? He lived alone. By himself in a home with six bedrooms. Separated enough, and hidden by the trees, to keep nosy neighbors away. Yet big enough to host a crew of haunters plus a good number of guests. The idea intrigued him. He was Phil, the producer, the guy who got things done. And he hadn’t fed, really fed, in a long time.

* * *

Tom was confused. He’d jotted down his ideas that morning, waking up with surprising energy for a man who had spent an hour of the previous night fucking Sarah with reckless abandon. So violently had he taken her that he’d spewed his jizz bomb along the length of her body, splattering her stomach, tits and face with molten jets of sperm. And then, after she’d licked the remaining juices and cum from his deflating member, he’d told her to rub his cum into her skin, instead of letting her clean herself. It wasn’t like him to be so domineering, but she’d played the good sport because he didn’t act that way very often. Plus, he suspected she liked playing the victim role every so often.

When he’d shown his ideas to Sarah, she’d responded with a comment that they were clearly “the perverted wet dreams of a juvenile mind.” When he’d objected to that description, she’d retracted her statement and re-submitted it as “the perverted wet dreams of an adolescent mind.” He hadn’t felt vindicated. Though, to be fair, she’d just finished washing the remainder of his spunk from her body. So maybe she wasn’t the best source for critical judgment.

He felt sure he was onto something though. An adult-oriented haunted Halloween mansion. It was just the thing to shake up the neighborhood. Everyone was getting far too proper. With all the bad economic news, and the sour taste in everyone’s mouth from the latest city election, there was lots of tension between neighbors. This would loosen them up a bit. Still, some of his ideas were a bit extreme. But they’d be watered down before the day of the party. After all, just putting together a haunted house was a lot of work. And there wasn’t a lot of time between now and the party date. Even with a bunch tuzla escort bayan of people helping, they’d be cutting it close.

So Tom felt confused when Phil reacted so positively to his list of ideas. “This is a damn creative idea you’ve got here,” Phil said as he read over the list. “Every one of these. I can see the possibilities already.”

“You don’t thing they’re too, you know, extreme?” Tom asked, wondering if Phil really understood what he’d been getting at.

“Not at all. Yeah, some of ’em are a little ambitious. But the challenge of pulling it off makes it all worth it. Besides, you wouldn’t have written them down if you didn’t want to do ’em this way, would you?”

There wasn’t much Tom could say in answer to that. There’d been several times when he’d been tempted to censor this list. After all, how ‘adult’ was too adult? But everything had been so crystal clear in his head, it had seemed, well, ‘wrong’ to deviate from the original idea by even the least bit.

“So, you’ll host the party here?” Tom confirmed. “Sarah and I can provide some mixers. And we’ll make it Bring Your Own, so you don’t have to shell out a wad of cash to keep our drunken lot intoxicated. And we can get a bunch of people to help decorate and be performers.”

“Normally, that would sound great,” Phil replied. “But I’ve already got a bunch of ideas, and I was thinking they’d work best if it was all a big surprise. You know, kind of like a premier night once all the special effects have been added. You don’t mind if I just take this and run with it, do you?”

“Um, no, go ahead. It’s your house, after all. Like I said, Sarah and I will help in any way we can. You sure you want to take on all this work?” Tom asked, a little puzzled by Phil’s enthusiasm.

“It’s not a problem at all,” Phil assured him. “It’s what I like to do.”

* * *

It grew, as these things do, underground, snaking through the detritus of the human soul, nourished by the dank things dropped into the darkness and the moldy scum that inevitably occurs there. Out of sight and out of mind, it grew quickly, pushing through the crust, finding food where it could, twisting over and around any obstacle placed in its way. To witness its growth, one might even believe that it had a mind of its own…

* * *

“Loooove what you’ve done with the place,” Sarah announced, her words dripping with exaggerated sarcasm. For two weeks they’d tried to get Phil to let them into his house and help with the decorating and preparations. And for two weeks he’d refused any assistance from them, and from the rest of the residents in the neighborhood. And if he’d used a professional decorating service, no one could understand how. Not a single truck or delivery had been made to his home. Or so said the older residents who had nothing better to do than keep tabs on all their neighbors.

But now, just two hours before the start of the festivities, Sarah and Tom were standing in the foyer of Phil’s house, admiring an interior décor that appeared to be ripped from several eras, tossed into a blender and vomited throughout the rooms. What had once been a sleek, contemporary and often sterile environment was now a baroque nightmare.

Blood red, royal blue and black velvet cloth hung from every wall and covered the ceiling, creating a cave-like surrounding that tricked the eyes and muffled the ears. Huge crystal chandeliers with fake, flickering candles provided a fuzzy yellow light that was quickly sucked up by the draperies. Off to the left, in what had once been the living room, the walls were similarly covered, with wall sconces providing a dim illumination. All the modern white furniture had been removed, to be replaced with Victorian chairs, sofas and fainting couches that looked uncomfortable and forbidding. To the right, what had once been a glass topped dining room table was now an oaken monstrosity, with intricately carved high-backed chairs surrounding the polished surface.

Rather than the musty smell that would normally be associated with such décor, there was a sweet, almost cloying odor in the air. Phil smiled knowingly when Sarah commented on it. “That’s a very special incense that I picked up in my travels. It opens the mind to possibilities and frees the spirit from inhibitions. Later on you’ll see what I mean,” he added mysteriously.

The long hallway was decorated in a similar fashion to the front of the house, with only an occasional spotted mirror or ancient portrait to break up the fold upon fold of velvety fabric. As Phil led Tom and Sarah down the hallway to their room, they strained to see how he’d decorated the other rooms, but all were dark inside with a gauzy material hung in the doorways.

“It’s all very…” Sarah paused to find the right word.

“Foreboding?” Tom inserted, running his hands along the heavy fabrics.

“Foreboding,” Phil repeated. “Yes, that’s what I was going for. I could’ve gone the horror route, with rotting wood escort tuzla and blood-streaked walls and all that. But it’s so overdone. This,” and he waved his hand to encompass it all, “is so much more elegant. It takes your fears and twists them, relying upon imagination rather than blood and gore. In fact, it may just be…”

“Aaaaayyyyeeee!” He stopped abruptly as Sarah gave an ear-splitting shriek. “Sp-sp-sp-spiders!” she said, her voice quavering and her finger pointing at the ceiling. Indeed, the cloth across the ceiling was swarming with the eight-legged pests, crawling this way and that not far over their heads.

“Yes, they are wonderful, aren’t they?” replied Phil, not the least bit disturbed by her reaction. “They’re from a friend of mine, who breeds special crops of them. These have make no webs and like to stay in high places, so they’re great for scaring guests but won’t be a nuisance.”

Rather than showing delight at the genetic modifications, Sarah pushed her way down the hallway, clinging to the wall and keeping away from the largest mass of spiders overhead. Tom followed with just a little less trepidation. It wouldn’t do to show a fear of spiders to any guy in the neighborhood. Even if you were supposed to be afraid.

When Tom and Sarah got to their room, they were surprised at how mundane it looked. Both had been expecting something much more elaborate. Instead of a room that approximated something from a horror movies, the room was as welcoming as a tween age girl’s. A large, comfy looking brass bed jutted out into the middle of the room, with white Victorian tables on each side. An old-fashioned full-length mirror stood next to the bed, and a small upright dresser tucked in the corner. If not for the extra dark shades covering the windows and the electric candles flickering on the bedside tables, the room could’ve passed for the master suite in any of the local bed and breakfasts.

Phil read their consternation right away. “Don’t be fooled by the way it looks. Sometimes the most horrifying things happen in the most innocent of places.”

Sarah studied him closely. That was a strange way to put it. He’d seemed almost happy when he said it.

“Anyway,” Phil continued, “since you have the most makeup to apply, I thought you should be the first to get here and get set up. Everything you need is in this bag,” he said, dropping a fat bag it on the bed. “Tom, your costume needs a bit of assembly, so I’ll help you put it on. And Sarah, after you help with Tom’s costume, we’ll get you into yours.”

Tom drew the pieces out of the bag and inspected them. The mask was grotesque to look at, but at least had wide eye holes and plenty of room for his mouth. He thought he could probably breathe pretty well through the large pig nose that protruded from the middle of the face. The next item looked like raw meat, though it was made from pliable rubber. He held it to his chest. Yes. It was clearly kind of wrap to make his torso look more gruesome.

He then pulled a pair of boots from the pile. “Horseshoes?” he asked, puzzled by the soles on the boots. “I thought the devil had cloven hooves.”

“Actually, that’s a common misconception. The devil has feet just like you and I. He walks around the earth much like his adversary, only for quite a bit longer than 33 and a third years. Besides, you’re not dressing as the devil. You’re dressing as a demon. Big difference.”

Tom cast Phil a searching look, which turned questioning when he rooted out the next piece of the costume. “And this is…?” he asked, picking it up by the top edge.

Sarah giggled as Tom held up a 10-inch hollow dong with a flesh-colored strap hanging off the sides. “Oh, demons are usually quite well-endowed. So I put it in there in case you need some extra equipment.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Tom and Sarah exchanged a startled glance.

Phil noticed the glance and smiled inside. That was what he liked about the Midwest: the residents were so naïve, they didn’t even notice they were naïve. Which made the feeding all that much more enjoyable.

Though he was overtly helping Tom into his costume, Phil spent much of the time observing Sarah. She’d dressed for the party in very convenient and casual clothes, sure that she’d be donning a costume. Unbuttoned almost halfway down, her white blouse parted nicely to give Phil a good view of her voluptuous cleavage. Not that he wouldn’t be seeing more before the night was over. But every good meal needed an appetizer to whet the palate.

He applied Tom’s makeup slowly, taking pride in his craft and giving the incense a chance to work its magic. When it finally came time to turn their attention to Sarah, the nubs of her nipples were already visible beneath her blouse, and she was unconsciously shifting her hips in a slow, erotic rhythm. She was almost ready.

“Sarah, your costume is almost no costume at all. The story of a demon ravaging a virginal maiden is as old as humanity itself. And it really didn’t matter what a maiden was wearing. A demon could penetrate anything, even a chastity belt. Some demons never touch the flesh at all. Their specialty is a very literal mind fuck.”

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She danced her way across the studio floor and my eyes could see nothing else.

This goddess, this angel. She moved so gracefully, throwing her legs high in the air, her body sweeping and swooping, her muscles flexing under skintight lycra.

And then there was her face. Oh, her face. Light brown curly hair with blonde highlights framed a work of art. Her painted red lips stood pouty and proud, her cute nose, her high cheeks, her strong jawline, and the most divine, delicate eyes, electric blue.

I had watched from afar, but never had the chance to see her perform until now. She went to the same dance classes as my sister. I first caught sight of her when I dropped my sister off.

Both girls were 18 and both went to the same school, but until they both started in a new dance class which opened up across town, they hadn’t really been friends.

Helen was the daughter of the dance instructor, a very stern Russian woman called Maria (It was actually Marta, but she changed it when she moved to the US). Helen wasn’t a pupil. She was, in effect, a prop for her mum. Maria, who could no longer dance herself, would explain a move, get Helen to perform it and then teach the students.

It wasn’t until about two months into the dance classes when I finally got to see Helen perform. The students were putting on a small show for parents and friends.

My mom is no longer in the picture (she remarried) and my dad, whom we live with, is usually away on business, so I elected with some enthusiasm to go and see the show when my sister mentioned it.

And now here I was. Witnessing a divine creature who was the closest thing to perfection I had ever laid eyes on.

After the performance, parents walked over to congratulate their kids. To be honest I hadn’t even noticed whether my sister danced well. I only had eyes for Helen.

I went to her anyway, offering my congratulations and false enthusiasm. “You were great Jen, really great. I can’t wait to tell dad how good you did.”

“You think so? I thought I might have fluffed the introduction bit.”

Just then Maria the teacher came over and not bothering to introduce herself, she spoke to Jen.

“That was good Jen, but I know you can do better. Your confidence was a bit shaky at the start, no?”

I could tell Jen was a little disheartened by the remark and took an even further dislike to Maria.

Helen walked towards her mother and asked for the key to her office so she could change. Seeing a forlorn look on Jen’s face, she put an arm around her and said “You were very good out there Jensy. I got to see your top line in the mirror and it was amazing.”

If I could have fallen even harder for this beauty I would have right then. I was infatuated.

Helen gave Jen a final hug and headed out the door to the hallway. I asked Jen where the toilets were and she pointed in the same direction as Helen had just gone.

“Great. I gotta go quickly. I’ll be in the car waiting for you after you get changed.”

I walked out the door as calmly as I could, trying not to look suspicious.

The hall split in two directions. To my left was the bathroom and beyond that an exit door, to my right the hallway turned right. I went down, around the corner and saw the windows of an office. I crept along and saw that while the blinds were down on three of the windows, they weren’t fully closed on the one nearest the door.

I couldn’t resist. I crept over and glanced in to the office. My pulse instantly quickened.

There was the goddess Helen, She was sitting on the desk with her left leg folded up in front of her, removing the tape which she had wrapped around her toes and foot before she put her dance shoes on.

After she had carefully removed the tape and rubbed her feet, she put her foot back on the ground and did the same with her right foot.

Even without prying eyes (as far as she knew) she moved so gracefully. There was no awkwardness about her, even with such a mundane operation.

With both feet bare, she stood up and, with her right hand, lifted the left shoulder strap of her blue leotard, kinking her left arm and sliding it through.

She did the same with the right strap, before taking hold of both sides of her leotard and sliding it down.

Finally I got to see this beauty in all her naked majesty, and it did not disappoint.

Her alabaster skin was darkened only by her two small areolas, topped by beautiful suckable nipples. Her chest was not big. She was probably an A-Cup, but they were perfectly round and symmetrical.

As she pushed the leotard further down she revealed her toned stomach, well defined bursa escort abs and not an ounce of body fat.

The best delight was when she pushed her outfit further down her legs to reveal a bare pussy. There looked to be not a hair in sight down there.

My raging hard on jumped in my pants at the sight of this beauty, but she wasn’t done there.

She put her hands above her head to stretch out and I got to admire her stunning dancer’s body in all its glory, every defined muscle, every toned curve.

Then she turned around, her back now facing me and she bent over to pick up her clothes. She lingered a little longer down there, me agog at the clear view of her pussy and asshole I could see from my vantage point.

She stood up flicked her hair back, half turned and looked directly at me, giving me a wink and a smile.

“Oh fuck” was my first thought. Had she known all along? I pressed myself back against the wall, trying to quickly work out my next move. I couldn’t look back in. I had to run. I had to get out of there. I raced back around the corner and headed for the exit door. When I got outside I went straight to my car and sat in it.

I hadn’t even noticed until I sat in to the car that I had been sporting a raging erection the whole way out. My dick was tenting my pants indecently, and this was when I was sitting down, it must have been even more noticeable when I was walking.

I waited for my sister to come out, thinking of all the foul thoughts I could to soften my throbbing cock.

When my sister emerged five minutes later I just about had the beast back under control.

Jen had just opened the door of the car when Helen ran out of the building. She was headed straight for my car!

I panicked, my heart pounding, but she just hugged Jen again and offered her more words of support for her performance. Then she leaned her head in the door of the car and said.

“Hi. We weren’t introduced inside. I’m Helen.”

“Uh. Tom. I’m Tom. I’m Jen’s big brother.” I stammered, caught out by the whole situation.

“Nice to meet you Tom. You drive home safe now, you have a very precious cargo here.” she replied, her arms rubbing Jen’s shoulders supportively as she winked at me once more.

I mouthed a thanks and she was gone, running back across the car park, her pert ass bouncing all the way.

I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment or two before Jen brought me back to reality with an elbow in the ribs.

“Come on doofus. Dad is coming home this evening from Denver and I want to have dinner ready for him when he comes in.”

When we got home, me trying to hide the growing bulge in my trousers from Jen, I said I had a few emails to send and went straight to my bedroom and locked the door.

I took my slacks off and sat in my boxers at the computer. I went on to Facebook, clicked on Jen’s profile and then down her list of friends. Sure enough there was Helen. I clicked through to her profile, then on to her photos.

Helen had unwisely left almost all her photos open to public viewing. I scrolled through album upon album until I saw one called “Miami 18th Birthday”.

I clicked through and saw something which had my throbbing cock twitching in anticipation.

Helen and her rich parents had celebrated her 18th birthday with a holiday in sunny Miami, and there she was looking absolutely radiant in almost every photo.

I scrolled down until I saw photos of her partying in a club with almost nothing on. The club looked to be on the beach and Helen was wearing a tiny string bikini top and a pair of very tight and very short daisy dukes.

I popped the buttons on my shorts and took out my prick, peeling back the foreskin slowly.

Now I’m quite proud of my physique. I’m an avid swimmer and my body reflects this, with strong muscular shoulders and legs, a narrow waist and, if not quite a six-pack, a toned stomach at least.

I’m proud of my dick too. It is eight inches long and narrows at the top of the shaft, with a helmet which fits easily into a girl’s mouth or slides into her pussy without too much effort.

Now I was stroking that cock for all it was worth, working it with my right hand while my left scrolled through her Miami photos.

I knew I wouldn’t last long and I didn’t want to shoot my load until I came across a really sexy photo. I stopped scrolling once I saw the photo of her coming out of the swimming pool in a one piece.

It was very similar in shape to the leotard she was wearing – and then not wearing – earlier and the photo instantly took me back to that delicious scene.

I was no more than three bursa escort bayan or four strokes away from cumming, with a tissue in my left hand now ready to catch the spunk when a message sprang up on my facebook page, blocking the photo.

It said “this person has submitted a friend request” and right next to it was Helen’s profile picture.

Once more that sense of panic took over. Had I secretly clicked like on one of her photos? Had she hacked into my webcam and was secretly watching me jerk off?

This and other thoughts ran through my mind as I halted my masturbation and clicked the Yes button.

A few seconds later an instant message popped up.

“Hi Tom. Good to meet you today. What are you up to? Jerking off thinking of me, I hope.”

FUCK, she was looking at me. Was she?

I looked at the light beside the webcam. It wasn’t on, I pulled the wire out behind the webcam just to be sure.

She could see I was online. I couldn’t just ignore her. But how should I reply. I decided after a minute or so to go all in, although I admit it wasn’t my brain doing much of the thinking for me at that moment.

“How did you guess?” I responded.

A moment later she responded “Really?”

And then again a few seconds after that “REALLY?”

I typed: “Um yeah. But I had to stop when you messaged me.”

She replied: “Aww, why?”

I responded “Because I use my two hands to type.”

A ‘LOL’ and six smileyface emoticons were her response.

There was a momentary lull, before she typed again.

“Can I see? Will you take a photo?”

This was a surprise. I asked her “You mean a dick pic?”

“Yeah. Ooh, my first dick pic. Go on. I bet you’re fucking huge.”

I couldn’t believe the filth that was coming out of Helen’s mind and on to my screen.

My cock hadn’t lost any of its rigidity during this exchange and my balls were crying out for release, but I decided to hold off a little longer.

Reaching into my pants for my smartphone, I picked a low angle and took a photo of my throbbing member. Actually I took about four, and picked the best of them to upload to my computer.

About a minute later I sent it to her.

Again, silence, but this time the seconds felt like minutes as I waited in anticipation for her response.

“Well BIG BOY. That looks fucking huge. I knew I was right.”

I smiled. Did I have a chance here. Did I actually have a chance with this angel in human form?

“It looks better in the flesh, so to speak” I replied, adding a winking emoticon to let her know it was a semi-humorous comment.

“I bet. But I don’t think I can…”

Her typing stopped. My heart sank. I slouched back in my chair, gave my prick a few rubs to keep myself entertained and waited for the little typing icon to start flashing again.

After a wait of maybe two minutes I got a response.

“Sorry. Mum called me. I meant to say I don’t think I can wait that long.”

And then five second later “Skype me?”

I sent her back a thumbs up sign, and immediately fumbled to reconnect my webcam.

She sent me her skype name and when I got the programme up and running, I hit dial.

After a few seconds the camera sprung into life at her end. I nearly creamed myself there and then. She was sitting at the other end, her elbows resting on her computer desk, completely topless.

I could see her beautiful little tits pressed in between her arms as she leant forward.

She had a beautiful smile on her face and she waved to me when I appeared on her screen.

“Hi. Why are you not naked?” she asked.

I realized I still had my tshirt on, so I took it off and threw it over my shoulder.

“Ah that’s better. Wow, you look really hot.”

I couldn’t believe she was saying this to me. I wanted to tell her so many things, but all that came out of my mouth was “So do you.”

“Ah well, you already got a look at these didn’t you she said, glancing down to her delicate buds.”

“Um yeah. Sorry about that. I was going to the bathroom and I turned the wrong way.”

“Ha. Bullshit! I saw you walking down the hall on CCTV.”

I was shocked and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.

“Oh. So you knew I was there and you got changed anyway?”

“Hell yeah. Having an audience is sexy, but now I think I want you to put on a show for me.”

I tilted my head in puzzlement, but she explained.

“I want you to jerk yourself off. I want to see you cum. Cum for me Tom.”

I didn’t really have any option, not that I particularly wanted one either.

I pushed my swivel chair back from escort bursa the desk so my dick was in frame and I began to stroke it slowly.

Helen moved one of her arms off the desk and put it between her legs.

I couldn’t see her hand move, but I could imagine her playing with that sweet shaved pussy, stroking it and rubbing it, and it brought even more enthusiastic strokes out of me.

When she let out a little moan and bit her bottom lip I could hold on no longer. With several grunts a white stream of spunk exploded out the top of my cock as I stopped my strokes.

This was one of the most intense self-administered climaxes of my life. My body shuddered, my hips thrust up as my balls emptied their load all over my hand, my shorts and the carpet. One string even managed to land above my belly button with the force.

Helen was looking with deep concentration at the screen. Her forehead was furrowed as she let out some low sexy moans.

My cock was spent, but it wasn’t getting soft in my hands. I grabbed a tight hold of the base of the shaft with my left hand to try to stop the blood draining from it, and using my right hand I milked the last few drops of cum from its tip, drawing my foreskin fully back to expose my glistening helmet every time.

“So do I not get a show now?” I asked.

She smiled at me, but didn’t take her hand away from between her legs.

“Well, only if you say pretty please.” She responded.

“Pretty please with a cum-soaked cherry on top” I responded, bringing a sexy giggle from this divine creature.

She angled the camera and stood up. I could just about see the top of her thighs, the rest being blocked by the desk, but then she lifted up her right foot and put it at the side of her keyboard, giving me a perfect eyeful of that gorgeous twat.

Of course she was flexible I thought. She’s a dancer.

She was rubbing the top of her clit with her right hand, watching me watch her.

I could only say “Fuck” when I saw her frigging herself for my titillation.

She removed her right hand and put it the far side of her right leg, sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy.

She then used her left hand to rub her love spot once more.

Such was her digital dexterity that she was able to push her two fingers in to her snatch right up to the hilt.

Then the dirty talking started. Her arousal growing, she started talking to me in a quiet girly voice.

“Ooh fuck Tom. I’m so fucking wet. You could slide your whole dick inside me right now. I can’t believe how good this fucking feels. Are you enjoying yourself Tom. Can you see how fucking hot you’re making me?”

My prick, which hadn’t really softened in the interim, was absolutely rock hard again and I began stroking it, this time using both hands, my left hand on the lower shaft and my right working the head, which was still slick from my man-juice.

We kept this pace up for all of sixty seconds before Helen reached her peak.

Her left hand quickened to a blur as her right thrust two fingers in and out. She wasn’t forming sentences now, or even words, just a succession of yelps and groans.

When her orgasm hit, she kept her fingers buried in her twat and slowed her rubbing down, her body shaking with the ecstasy and her mouth open but not a sound emerging, as if her breath had got caught in her throat.

She eventually took her foot off the table and, momentarily overcome with an aftershock from her climax, she actually lost her balance and stumbled back, falling on to the bed behind her.

By this time I had spilled my second load of the evening. My cock was finally sated and grew softer as I gave it a few last strokes. My hands were a mess and I reached for a dirty towel from the laundry basket to clean myself up.

Lying on the bed, barely being picked up by her webcam mic, Helen was laughing to herself. I could see her bring her right hand to her mouth, sliding the two fingers she had fucked herself with seconds earlier into her mouth.

A minute later she got up and took her seat again in front of the screen.

Her tousled hair was falling down one side of her face and she had a broad smile on her achingly beautiful face.

“Phew. That was intense.” She said.

“Yeah. It really was. It was fucking awesome too.” I responded.

“So Tom. When am I going to meet your friend in the flesh, so to speak?”

For the umpteenth time that evening, her forwardness had caught me by surprise.

“Well. I don’t know where you live. You don’t know where I live. We’re going to have to sort that out first,” I said in a tone of voice that made it sound like these were serious obstacles to overcome.

She laughed again, that cute sexy giggle.

“Well. Why don’t we meet in the middle. I have keys to the dance studio. I could meet you there this Sunday.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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A New Toy

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I love this view. It never gets old. I watch the top of his head. I see his tasseled brown hair as his mouth moves back and forth on cock. I see the curve of his perfectly rounded baby smooth cheeks, ever so slightly spread by way he arches his back, his butt perched up on top of his heels, his toes dug into the carpet as he kneels in front of me. I hear him slightly gag as I push to back of his mouth and to the edge of his throat. I reach down and take his hair in my hand, my other hand to the side of his face. I hold his head in place as I push deep into him. He stifles a choking sound as my cock moves into his throat. I hold him there like that and take him to the limit of his inability to breathe. I watch him struggle to maintain composure. Nothing feels like this. I start to fuck his throat. His eyes are long past filled with gagging tears. His saliva drips from his mouth as my cock moves in and out of him in long rhythmic strokes. He is the perfect boy.

I wanted him as soon as I walked into the room and saw nervously standing against the wall. Baby smooth and naked in only high heel shoes, a pink ribbon up under his tiny balls and little boy-like penis, pushing it all out in front, his sissy like status on total display, I wanted him as soon as I saw him. He’s exactly what men like me want, me and his owner sitting on the couch.

He is seems barely eighteen years old. As I cum in his mouth, feel the first hard spurt of it flow into his throat, I can’t help think about how long he has been doing this. This is not his first time. I can tell. He’s too good at it for that to be the case. Someone has trained this boy. I wonder at what age he started being the good little cocksucker he is. I cum hard and lose myself to his mouth completely. I pull his hair so hard while holding him place that I hear him wince, whimper, slightly gag, his mouth full of me.

“Uhhhh, oooooo…fuck…good boy, good, good boy…’

I praise his sissy velvet like wet mouth more than him as I cum. This boy is incredible. And he’s hungry too. I like that even more. I fill him with my cum. I feel my cock go slightly soft in his mouth as I continue to fuck. I see his limp hands at his sides. He is naked except for cute shoes and ribbon, and completely sissy-like vulnerable. He presented and gave his mouth the way he was told to do. His owner sits on the couch off to the side, another sissy boy kneeling at bursa escort his feet. The boy keeps his eyes to the floor. I feel his tongue concentrate on the underside of my cock. He moves against the hole, teases.

“Did I tell you? Is he good or what?”

His owner speaks to me as I pull my wet cock from the boy’s mouth and wipe it on the side of his face. The boy quickly closes his mouth and puts his eyes to the floor. He’s afraid of the man on the couch, it’s obvious.

“Better than good, this one is special.”

As I reach down and pull up my underwear, my pants, zip up my fly and fasten my belt, I pat the boy’s head. Run my hand down the side of his face and neck. He is baby soft. I pet him. He stays motionless, looks down at his knees. I can see some of my cum on the side of his face, see a strand of it drip slowly to his knees. He is motionless and beautiful.

“Well, he’s yours anytime you want him. I want to sell him. I have two more coming next week and I don’t like to keep more than four of five at a time. It’s too much work.”

He stands from the couch and moves to the boy in front of me. He puts on finger under the boys chin and lifts. With his other hand he snaps his fingers. The boy quickly stands, his hands go to his rear cheeks. He spreads them wide. He’s been trained to do this. It’s obvious.

He is as he was when I first saw him, tiny boy like penis with a pink bow around his balls, pushing all up and out front. His penis is soft and pink, his tiny thing bounces in front of him as he stands. His owner reaches down firmly and twists the boy by his arm almost knocking him over. He’s presenting his girl-like bubble butt to me. He reaches down with both hands and spreads the boy’s cheeks wider. The boy winces slightly. I can tell it hurts to be spread that wide.

“Look at that. You won’t find a tighter ass than that anywhere. I dare you to.”

I put my finger to the boy’s hole. I feel him flex ever so gently and barely tighten on just the tip of my finger. Instantly he relaxes completely. His master sees it. He hits the boy so hard on the butt, slaps him, he almost lifts him up off the floor.

“Stay still, bitch! Nobody told you to move.”

I push my middle finger into his hole to the first joint. He opens easily for me. He’s lubricated, delicately, not messy. I like that. His owner thinks of everything.

“Is he a stranger to the whip, bursa escort bayan the paddle? Have you been beating this boy? I hope not.”

I pet his face with my other hand. I feel the tightness of his hole. He is a rare find.

“Are you kidding me? You know how I groom these pets.”

His owner gestures to the back of the room. Three other boys are standing, as this one was before I selected him. Naked, each with a pink ribbon accentuating there tiny penises, they stare to the floor.

“Would you like to try another?”

I take the boy by the arm. I pull him up close to me. I lift his chin and stare into his eyes. I reach back and cup his left cheek in my hand. I feel goose bumps rise on his rear end. This one likes what he is. I can tell. This one will love what he’s about to become.

“How much?”

His owner moves slowly, sits back on the couch next to his naked personal pet boy. He puts his hand on the naked boy’s shoulder as he kneels at his feet in front of the couch. He unzips his pants and takes his cock out. It is huge. He pulls it out through his fly. The boy kneeling next to him instantly bends forward and takes his owner’s cock into his mouth. He starts to suck slow and methodically. He does not have to be told what to do.

“$2,500. And I think that’s a bargain.”

I reach down and take the boy’s penis in my hand. I feel him start to get erect as soon as I touch him. These little slave boys are sex addicts. It’s what brought them to this life. Women are fun, suck and fuck…for a while. Then they lose interest. These boys never lose interest, ever. They will suck and offer their rear ends forever. It’s what they live for. They are sissy whores and they are driven.

“$1,500. “

I turn the boy around and push my middle finger all the way up into his rear fast and deep. He whimpers softly, rises up onto his toes.

“$2,000. I can’t let him go for anything less.”

His words are filtered through heavy breathing. The boy in front of him is making him more than excited. He sounds like he’s about to cum. The boys head moves up and down on so fast he is a blur. He’s masturbating my host with his mouth as efficiently as he can. He knows he will be punished if he doesn’t.

I turn the boy around. Yanking my finger out of him, I French kiss him deeply, quickly. He kisses back with passion. I can taste my cum in his mouth. He sucks escort bursa my tongue and I feel him melt into me. I pull my lips off of him. Looking into his eyes I speak to the man on the couch.

“Done. I will take him with me. I don’t want his clothing. I do want his ID. Have him put into the back seat of my car as is. “

I walk to the couch and sit next to the boy’s now former owner. I watch as two other boys quickly lead my boy from the room. The man sitting next to me gestures to the boy in front of him. He smiles, offering. I take my cock out of my pants and hold it up as the boy moves from the man to me. He starts to masturbate my semi erection with his mouth. He must be dizzy from how fast he moves, excellent training, a good little cocksuker.

“Not bad. But I think I have the better boy. “

The man laughs.

“They all have something to offer, don’t they? And that one makes the most erotic noises while being whipped and begging. You’ll see. You got a better than good deal. Now you haven’t even asked me but he’s 19 and as you can see looks much younger. I’ll give you all of his things before you leave. Enjoy. You are my guest. Let that little bitch make you cum again. It’s on me.”

He stands and puts his cock back into his pants. He leans down and pulls the boys mouth off of me, yanks his head off me by the boy’s hair.

“You do a good job at pleasing my guest! You know what happens if you don’t.”

The boy says nothing as his head is pushed down on to me, my cock sliding back into his mouth.

“I’ll be in my office when you finish. Take your time. And if you want to fuck him, that’s on me too. You got a very good deal today, my friend. You’ll get years of pleasure and service from that one. And when he’s feminized you can’t tell he’s a boy.”

He laughed as he started for the door.

“I think I did. I know I did. And you knew I’d want him as soon as I saw him.”

I slipped back against the couch and let myself go completely to the wet mouth so eager please me.

“I’ll be in my office. Your boy will be in the back seat of your car when you’re ready to leave, fresh makeup pretty. I can’t wait to hear you thank me after you’ve had a real chance to use him thoroughly.”

He laughed loudly. He turned and walked to the door at the end of the room. The naked boys remained still and silent as he walked by. I watched the boy in front of me as he worked so hard to make me cum, struggling hard to make that happen. I saw his naked butt. Not as cute as the boy I just bought but cute. I thought about maybe fucking him.

I love this view. It never gets old.

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A Chance Encounter

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Jane pulled up her black stockings and slipped into her black patent stilettos. She smoothed the black sleeveless Prada dress over her hips. With her shiny red hair and fair skin, the ensemble was quite striking. She looked fabulous, but she still had no desire to attend her company cocktail party this evening. Her accounting firm, Wentworth, Adams and Howell, had just landed a major new client, Farmington Industries, a large pharmaceuticals manufacturer. Jane had already met many of the company’s top executives, and some additional personnel would be attending the party tonight.

Jane glanced at her laptop on her nightstand and smiled. A few months ago, a girlfriend at work had told her about a racy website that featured erotic stories. One night when she was bored, Jane had gone to the site and had read several stories. She was amazed at how turned on she got by some of the fiction. Normally, it was numbers that got her excited. One story in particular had gotten her so aroused that she actually sent feedback to the author. To her surprise, he answered her email.

They began emailing each other every day which soon turned into instant messaging each other every night. A month ago the phone calls started. Their conversations were polite at first. They conversed about the weather and their careers although they were careful to maintain anonymity. Then he asked her about her fantasies and the conversations quickly turned into hot, lusty phone sex. Jane became so aroused during their talks that she had to use her vibrator. It certainly sounded like Grant, her partner in lust, was equally excited on his end. Jane looked forward to getting home each evening, eating a quick dinner and crawling in bed waiting for the phone to ring or to make the call. At first she felt a little weird about giving out her number to a total stranger, but after all their conversations she felt that she knew Grant.

Jane picked up her evening bag and keys, locked the door to her apartment and headed to the garage. Jane slid behind the wheel of her Mercedes and slowly exited the garage and headed to the restaurant downtown where the party was being held. She pulled up in front, put the car in park and handed the keys to the valet. She absolutely hated work events like this one. She loved her job, enjoyed her co-workers most of the time and wanted her downtime to be hers. She was fun and normally social, but she was irritated that she was going to miss her call with Grant. Well, technically she wasn’t really missing it because Grant had told her he had to be out of town on business this evening.

Jane walked into the elegant restaurant and a hostess guided her to the room where the company party was being held. Jane saw many of her fellow co-workers and several people whom she did not know. She assumed they were from Farmington Industries. She saw her boss over in a corner talking to several men who appeared to be from the new client. Wanting to make a good impression, she walked overly confidently. Her boss, Henry Adams, saw her coming and announced, “Gentlemen, please let me introduce Jane Hairston. She is my Vice President of Account Services and she will be managing the team that will be handling Farmington Industries. Jane let me introduce you to Peter Boswick, Vice President of Operations, Herman Snood, Vice President of Manufacturing and John Pressman, Vice President of Supply Chain. They are our distinguished guests tonight,” said her boss.

With each name called, Jane extended her hand and shook the guest’s hand firmly. She heard someone approach from behind when her boss said, “And last but not least, meet Grant Thomas, Vice President of Human Resources.”

Jane turned to greet the last guest and her face froze for a second. It was him! Phone sex Grant. They had exchanged pictures and she would recognize him anywhere. He was tall, broad shouldered with salt and pepper grey hair at the temples and the greenest eyes she had ever seen. She quickly regained her composure and extended her hand. If he was surprised it did not show on his face. He shook her hand and greeted her warmly.

“Jane,” said her boss, “since you are going to bursa escort be managing the team that will be handling Farmington Industries, I thought you could spend some time with Grant here and give him the lowdown on who you have in place to handle the account on a day-to-day basis. You know a little about their backgrounds and experience.”

Jane nodded and quickly found her voice, “that’s a great idea sir. Mr. Thomas, what would you like to know?”

“Why don’t we step over here so we don’t bore everyone with the gory details and please call me Grant,” said Grant seemly enjoying the charade. They moved off into a corner of the room where they could be by themselves to talk freely.

“What are you doing here? Are you crazy?” hissed Jane under her breath.

“Look, I told you I had to go on a business trip. I had no idea it was with your company. You never said you were in accounting with one of the big eight firms. As I recall, you said you were in management,” said Grant as he stirred his vodka tonic.

“Pharmaceuticals? You said you were in manufacturing!” exclaimed Jane.

“I am in manufacturing. My company manufactures pharmaceuticals!” said Grant. He looked at her from head-to-toe as he sipped his drink.

“You are even more beautiful than the picture you sent me. You are absolutely stunning Jane. I am glad that you at least told me your real first name,” said Grant.

“I am sorry. It really is nice to see you. I was just so taken aback. Never in a million years did I think I would meet you at a work function,” said Jane sheepishly.

“Well, we have a chance encounter. We should look at is as a gift from fate,” said Grant as he gently touched Jane’s elbow. They continued to talk animatedly for almost an hour. They did cover some work issues, but they spent most of their time talking about themselves. At a lull in the conversation, Jane looked around and saw that the party had begun to thin out and only a few people remained

“What should we do?” asked Jane. As if on cue, her boss approached them.

“Jane, we seem to be a little short of cars this evening. Would you mind giving Grant a ride back to his hotel? He is staying at the Marriott just down the street,” asked her boss Henry.

“Of course, I would be happy to,” replied Jane. She and Grant said their goodbyes and left together. They rode the elevator down to the lobby in an awkward silence. The valet handed Jane her keys and they quickly got in her car.

“Nice car,” said Grant. “I hope you are not really taking me back to the hotel. Can we go to your place?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Jane somewhat reluctantly.

“Okay, are you really married and you don’t know how to tell me?” asked Grant grinning.

“Of course not, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting company,” replied Jane as she steered the car back to her home.

“Jane, I don’t care if there are dirty dishes in the sink and your clothes are on the bathroom floor. I want to see where you live. I want to see the bed that you call me from,” said Grant huskily as he put a hand on her thigh. Jane felt her pulse quicken. She reached her apartment building in record time and parked the car. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Grant pushed her against the wall and gave her a slow, sweet lingering kiss. She could feel his excitement.

“My God, I have wanted to do that since the moment I saw you,” said Grant. Jane moaned softly in response. The elevator stopped and they got out and walked to Jane’s door. Her hand trembled so Grant took the keys from her and opened the door turning on the lights as they entered.

“This is the living room and the kitchen,” said Jane giving Grant a tour of her place.

“Lovely,” said Grant, “but you call me from your bedroom. I want to see that room,” murmured Grant.

Jane opened the door to her bedroom. She was happy that she had had time to make her bed up this morning. Grant walked in and mentally inventoried the room. He noted the beautiful cherry four poster king sized bed and the two nightstands that flanked it. He saw the elegant armoire that housed her television. He touched her laptop.

“I suppose bursa escort bayan I should thank your laptop since it started it all,” said Grant as he ran a finger over the keys. He moved towards her and kissed her harder this time. She kissed him back, but he could feel the hesitation in her body.

“Do I scare you?” he asked softly.

“No, it’s just a surprise meeting you like this,” said Jane.

“Are you disappointed in me?” asked Grant as he began to massage her shoulders.

“Hell no, you are absolutely beautiful!” said Jane laughing.

“I think we are just a little nervous and I can understand that,” said Grant. “What do you do when we talk?

“Well, I get undressed and I climb into bed and call you or you call me,” explained Jane.

“Great. Do it,” ordered Grant as he walked through the bedroom door and into the living room dimming the lights and shutting the door on his way out. Jane stared at the closed bedroom door. She slowly removed her heels, stockings and dress and put them in her closet. She pulled the covers back on her bed and climbed in it. Just then the cordless, black phone on her night stand rang.

“Hello,” she said softly.

“Hey baby, it’s me Grant. How are you feeling tonight?” the warm cadence of his voice was calming and familiar. He was calling her from her living room on his cell phone.

“I’m okay. I had a work cocktail meeting this evening. We were entertaining a major new client. I just got home,” said Jane laughing.

“That sounds like fun. Did you meet anyone interesting?” asked Grant jokingly.

“You could say that. Some very interesting characters,” replied Jane.

“What are you wearing right now?” asked Grant.

“A black lace bra and panties,” whispered Jane.

“Mmmm… nice. Take off your bra and play with your nipples for me baby,” directed Grant. Jane removed her bra and began to pinch and pull on her nipples. She played with herself roughly. She was excited by his voice and the fact that he was in the next room. She moaned softly into the phone.

“Good girl, I can tell you are doing a fantastic job. Now I want you to take off your panties and play with your clit,” Grant continued. Jane removed her panties and tossed them to the floor. She began to rub her clit. She could feel her wetness building.

“Describe it for me Jane. Tell me what you are doing?” commanded Grant from the next room.

“I am playing with myself. My pussy is so warm and soft. And so incredibly wet right now. Your voice gets me so turned on,” murmured Jane into the phone.

“Pull your lips open and stick three fingers in your cunt for me Jane. Fuck yourself with your fingers for me,” directed Grant. She could hear the excitement building in his voice. Jane did as she was instructed and she began to thrust her fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy. Her breathing was labored and she felt close to the edge. There was a fine sheen of perspiration all over her body.

“Don’t cum yet baby. Not yet. Do you want your toy?” asked Grant in a husky voice. Jane imagined him on the other side of the door in her living room stroking his cock. She wondered what his cock looked like. Would she have difficulty taking him deep in her throat? The thought of sucking him aroused her even more if that was possible.

“Yes, I would like my toy, please,” whispered Jane. She was thrusting her fingers deep inside her wet pussy and the feeling was incredible, but she wanted her vibrator too.

“Go get it sweetie,” said Grant. During one of their many conversations, she had shared that she kept her rabbit vibrator in the top drawer of her nightstand. Jane stopped thrusting with her fingers and reached over to open the nightstand drawer. She took out a large flesh toned vibrator with a second appendage that could vibrate right on her clit. She was grateful that she had just put a fresh set of batteries in the other day.

Jane placed the dildo in her sopping pussy and placed the clit stimulator against her clit. She turned it on full throttle. Grant must have heard the whirring from the vibrator in the next room because he said, “great, now tell escort bursa me how if feels?”

“Oh my God, I am going to cum,” yelped Jane.

“What do you want baby?” growled Grant.

“I want you to fuck my cunt!” yelled Jane.

“What did you say?” teased Grant.

“I need you to come in here and fuck my cunt,” screamed Jane. Needing no further invitation, Grant quickly opened the door. He was totally naked and his cock was already hard. He swooped down on the bed and pushed Jane’s hand with the vibrator away. He placed his head between her outstretched legs and began to kiss her inner thighs gently. His kisses became stronger as he moved up to her belly and then down again. She was already so wet so he licked her juices and savored the slightly salty taste in his mouth.

“Grant, please, please fuck me,” begged Jane. He put his tongue on her clit and began to lick and suck. Jane lifted her hips and tried to bury his face in her pussy. She grabbed at his hair and screamed his name as she came. She was surprised when she started to cry.

“Baby, what’s wrong? I thought you liked that,” said Grant with his face still glistening with all of her juices.

“Honey, that was fabulous. That was more than fabulous, it was pure bliss. I have just imagined that moment for so long and now it has finally happened and I am just a little teary. Sorry,” explained Jane.

“Jane, there is nothing to be sorry about,” said Grant as he softly kissed her. Jane felt his hard cock brush her thigh.

“Let me help you,” said Jane as she moved so he could lie on his back in the spot that she had just occupied. Jane looked lovingly at his cock. It was the perfect size for her and it was truly beautiful.

“Hello my friend. I have wanted to meet you for a long time,” said Jane to Grant’s cock as she began to stroke it with her hand. She moved her soft hands up and down the entire shaft. Grant moaned with his eyes closed. Jane bent down and began to slowly lick the head with her warm, wet tongue. She slowly swirled her tongue over the head back and forth. Grant continued to moan with pleasure. She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft making sure to give the underside of the shaft plenty of attention too. She massaged his balls with her hands and then took each one in her mouth and gently sucked and nibbled it. She moved back to his cock and took the head in her mouth. Her lips made a tight seal around Grant’s cock. Jane’s mouth felt warm and wet and safe to Grant. She began to suck harder and she moved her head up and down the shaft rhythmically. Grant felt as if an amazing vacuum was surrounding his cock. He could feel his cock knocking on the back of Jane’s throat. He could only moan in pleasure. Jane felt and saw his balls tighten.

“Jane baby, I am about to cum. Let me fuck your pussy,” said Grant gasping. Jane shook her head and Grant’s cock too since it was still in her mouth to indicate no. She wanted him to cum in her mouth She sucked even harder to help him cum. Jane felt him explode in her mouth. She could feel the hot, sticky cum slide easily down her throat.

“You are.. you are.. that was intense and mind-blowing,” stammered Grant as he began to calm down. He pulled Jane to him and kissed her deeply tasting himself in her mouth. Totally exhausted, they snuggled together against her pillows.

“When do you fly out?” asked Jane sadly.

“Tomorrow afternoon, but don’t worry, I will be back to visit your company often,” said Grant as he stroked Jane’s hair.

“You’re the Vice President of Human Resources. Why would you need to visit your company’s accounting firm frequently?” asked Jane incredulously.

“My position as Vice President Human Resources was just a temporary rotation because I am being groomed for the top spot one day,” explained Grant.

“Oh, so what is your next assignment?” asked Jane.

“Well, after the Enron and Tyco messes, Farmington Pharmaceuticals created a new position called Vice President of Financial Accounting Oversight Compliance. In this new role, I will have to work closely with our new accounting firm—your firm so I expect I will see you quite a bit,” said Grant laughing.

“That will be wonderful,” said Jane smiling as she hugged Grant more tightly.

“Yes it will darling,” said Grant as he kissed her one more time before they both drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Laura’s Sexual Awakening Ch. 02

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Mike and Laura headed North on their vacation. They had decided to go up to the Northern part of the state for a few days, then they would head to the West.

This trip was a first for Laura. In all her years of marriage her husband had taken his vacations without her. They were usually golf trips or classic car shows that he would take with his buddies. She and the kids were never a part of his vacations. Now here she was for the first time in her life sharing a vacation with someone who wanted her to be a part of his.

They had been driving most of the day only stopping a few times at rest areas to use the bathroom and grab something cool to drink. It was going on 6 pm and they were going to take the next exit they came to and find a place to have dinner. They found a nice little restaurant and sat in one of the back booths.

When they were shown to the booth Laura had started to sit where they would be facing the front of the restaurant but Mike had taken her arm and helping her into the booth with her back facing the restaurant, then he slid into the booth next to her.

A young woman with a head full of bouncing red curls came to take their order, she was very pleasant as she took their order for ice teas leaving them with a menu. While they were looking over the menu and discussing what they were going to order Mike moved closer to Laura and slipped his arm across her shoulders. The waitress returned with their drinks and took their order.

Mike leaned close to Laura’s ear whispering softly that he couldn’t wait until they had found a place to stay for the night. He kissed her ear, letting his tongue give it a quick lick, sending shivers up Laura’s spine. “Are you enjoying yourself so far Laura?”

“Yes, the ride up here has been wonderful. I’ve never been this far North before.” Laura was getting aroused. His breath was warm against her ear and his right hand had slipped down her shoulder, and around her waist. He had moved his hand up to her breast and Laura jumped. She had never been touched in public before. His finger was rubbing against her nipple through her blouse, making it harden and firm at his touch. Laura turned her face towards him with a nervous expression on her face.

“It’s ok Laura, no one can see what I’m doing. I can see from the corner of my eye if anyone is approaching us. Just sit still honey and enjoy the feelings,” he told her kissing her lightly on the lips.

Mike moved sideways in the booth, giving himself a little more freedom to touch Laura without anyone being able to see what he was doing. He took his left hand and put it between her legs, moving under the little belly she had so he could touch her pussy.

Laura’s hand went immediately to his trying to stop it’s exploration. She was nervous, hell they were in a public place!

Mike was smiling at her nervousness, and quickly tried to assure her that no one could tell or see what he was doing to her. “Honey sit still, no one can see what I’m doing. Spread your legs a little wider so I can touch you better.”

Laura did as he requested nervously. Allowing him more freedom to touch her intimately.

Mike slipped his hand down the front of Laura’s slacks. Another reason he enjoyed larger women was because most of them always wore slacks or skirts with elastic waistbands in them. Elastic waistbands were made for easy access as far as he was concerned. He got his hand under her belly letting his finger find her slit. He began rubbing her clit, slowly at first. She was already wet and Mike could feel the blood starting to fill his veins.

Laura was frozen in the booth, she was scared to death someone would see what was going on but at the same time she was extremely turned on. Was it the unknown of never having been touched in public like this that had her so hot? Or was it that they were “doing it” in public, in a restaurant full of people that had her so hot? Laura decided it was a little bit of both. She leaned a little further back into his arm without thinking about it, giving him a bit more room to tease her pussy.

Mike rubbed her clit a little harder now, stopping only long enough to slip his finger up her pussy to give her a few good finger fucks. His cock was hard and straining to get out of his jeans. “Come for me Laura. I’m not going to stop until you do, even if the waitress comes with our food I will not remove my hand,” he whispered softly in her ear.

Laura’s clit was hard and she could feel the wet spot in her slacks as Mike made her juices flow. His right hand was still teasing her nipple while his left was teasing her clit. She was going to cum soon, she would not be able to help herself. This was so exciting to her and increased her sexual high ten fold.

Mike was keeping a close eye on their waitress out of the corner of his eye. He would never put Laura in an embarrassing situation so he was making sure that no one could slip up on them. He knew she was close to coming, her body was tensing and her clit illegal bahis was hard and protruding from it’s hood. “Laura, please come for me honey. My cock is so hard just thinking about you coming on my hand in this restaurant.”

Mike was really working her clit now and Laura was having a terrible time trying to sit still when all she wanted to do was move her pussy more into his rubbing finger. Her climax was very intense and Laura knew that for the most part it was due to the circumstances of where and how she was getting it.

Mike had just removed his hand from her slacks as the waitress came with their order. As soon as she had placed their food down and left he leaned over to Laura. “That was fantastic and such a turn on for me Laura.” Taking her hand he placed it at his crotch. “See how hard you made me? We better hurry up and eat our food so we can find a place to stay for the night. I don’t think I can go much longer without burying myself deep within you,” he told her placing a quick kiss on her lips.

They left the restaurant and headed back on the highway. They hoped the next exit would have a motel they could stop at for the night.

Laura was still aroused from her orgasm in the restaurant. She had learned one thing about herself already after only spending one night in Mike’s arms. Once she was aroused she stayed that way for hours. Maybe it was just all those years of being frustrated letting go in her or maybe Laura just remained sexually alive after having her first orgasm.

She was sitting close to Mike, his arm draped across her shoulder as they drove down the highway. She undid her seatbelt and moved until she was sitting sideways next to him. She let her hand move down to the crotch of his jeans. He glanced over at her as she undid the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper. He lifted his hips a bit so she could open his jeans more and let his cock out.

She placed her hand around his fully aroused cock and stroked him. She loved the warm hardness of him in her hand. She kept her eyes on him as she stroked his cock slowly. She noticed that a muscle in his cheek would twitch as his breathing increased as he became more aroused.

Mike set the cruise control on the truck so he could more enjoy her attentions without worrying about how fast or slow he was going. He pressed the button that moved the seat back as far as it would go, giving her more room to enjoy his cock.

Laura leaned her head down and let the tip of her tongue caress the head of his cock. She made lazy circles around it before taking him deeply in her mouth. The very first time Laura had went down on Mike she knew this was something she enjoyed doing. She enjoyed giving him pleasure this way. She heard him suck in his breath and that slow growl coming from deep inside him when she began moving her head up and down his cock.

Mike was having a hard time concentrating on his driving. This was the first time a woman had ever gone down on him while he was driving and he was enjoying the new experience. The last women he dated was a nice girl but she had no sense of adventure in her and this was something Mike craved to share with the woman in his life. He dated her for about a year then they broke up. The girl he dated before her was the same and that relationship had only lasted around six months.

Laura felt his cock twitching with each stroke of her mouth. His veins were really pronounced now and she knew it would not be long before he would climax. She craved the taste of him, and her pussy was reacting to his excitement as well. She felt the burning throb in her clit and began moving around in the seat in her sexual excitement. Her mouth would suck him hard and a few times on the upward stroke she would let his cock come right out her mouth. Pulling it with her mouth as she released him.

He was not going to last much longer and his hand gripped the steering wheel tighter. His free hand was laying across her cheek, keeping her long hair from tangling around his cock as she sucked him. He could feel the blood rushing into his veins. His balls began to move and tighten as his seed moved upwards to explode into Laura’s waiting mouth.

Laura loved the taste of him, she was anxiously waiting for his life’s seed to slide across her tongue. As soon as he exploded in her mouth Laura’s body reacted the same way as it had the first time. She had a orgasm with him.

Mike pulled the truck on the side of the highway putting on his flashers making sure anyone coming up behind them would see the truck pulled off to the side of the road. As soon as he put the truck into park he pulled Laura into his arms and kissed her passionately. Laura could kiss, he loved the way her tongue mated with his when they kissed. By the time the kiss ended they were both breathing hard and out of breath.

“That was wonderful Laura. I’ve never had anyone do that before, it was a wonderful surprise and something I will never forget.”

Laura knew she was blushing illegal bahis siteleri but she told him she was pleased that he had enjoyed it as much as she had. “Mike I want you to know that I enjoy doing that to you, I’m not just doing it to please you because it is something you want.”

“You think I don’t already know that Laura? I know when a woman is enjoying herself and one who is just doing it because she thinks she had to or it’s expected of her,” he told her kissing her gently on her lips. “Now I think we need to find a place to stay for the night or I’m going to have to just pull of the road and have my way with you!”

“You know, I would almost bet it was a woman who invented cruise control,” she told him as he pulled the truck back out onto the highway.

Ten more miles down the road they found a motel, they both laughed at the name, “Green Acres”. Making them both think of the old TV series. They were given a room down to the far end of the building. They took their bags inside and decided to take a quick shower.

Mike was washing her back with his hands, he wanted to feel her skin as his lathered hands moved up and down her back. She had clipped her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and that left her neck free for him to kiss.

Laura was still aroused from her climax in the restaurant and his in the truck. His lips on the back of her neck were sending little shivers up and down her spine. She sighed softly as his hand moved lower down her back to her ass. He rubbed the soap into her cheeks in a slow circular motion before letting his hand slip down the crack of her ass to her creamy pussy.

Mike let his fingers tease her pussy for a few minutes before drawing them back slowly the way they had came. He let his finger stop at her ass and slowly inserted his finger. She flinched and moved forward a bit, away from him. “It’s ok Laura I will not hurt you, just relax and in a few moments it will feel good, I promise you,” he told her as he pulled her back to him.

At first Laura was not sure she was going to like this new assault, but he was right, within seconds she had begun to enjoy his finger up inside her ass.

He fingered her ass slowly letting her become accustomed to this new invasion on her body. He removed his finger and soaped his hand some more going back to her ass again. He soaped her ass then slowly inserted his finger again. He fucked her for a few seconds before slowly inserting two fingers into her ass.

Laura sucked in her breath, his fingers had taken her breath away and she flinched again. She stayed still, her ass muscles tight around his fingers until she was stretched enough to enjoy it again. She couldn’t believe she was enjoying this, but she was, and she found herself wanting more. She didn’t even think as she moved back against his fingers letting him know she was enjoying this.

“Honey this is going to hurt a bit at first but I promise I will go very slowly until you are ready.” He had been soaping his cock and moved forward letting the head of it just press against her hole. He pressed forward a bit and Laura gasped out loud.

Laura had moved forward putting her hands against the walls of the shower, she had without thinking about doing it spread her legs and arched her ass towards him in doing so. His first entry into her had taken her breath away, it hurt. Mike had stopped immediately not moving but not taking his cock from her either.

“Relax Laura and it will feel better. I promise I will stop the moment you ask me to, if you don’t like it,” he told her moving into her a fraction more. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to initiate her to this new pleasure so soon he was thinking to himself. He pressed forward a little more and again she gasped. He remained motionless for a few moments but she made no move to make him stop. Another little move and his cock was now half way in her ass.

Mike pulled his cock from her slowly, not all the way out but enough to give her the feel of his cock moving inside of her. He pressed forward again slowly and then again withdrawing slowly. She was stretching now enough to accommodate his cock, he pressed forward again almost all the way this time. He heard her gasp again but she still made no move to have him stop.

Laura had a feeling she was going to like this if she could ever get used to his cock in her ass. She could feel her ass muscles stretching to take his cock inside her. The pain was not as intense now as it had been, she moved back against him and his cock slide all the way in.

Mike pressed slowly burying his cock all the way in her when she moved back against him. He began to fuck her slowly, sliding his cock slowly in and out of her ass. She was no longer moving away from his cock but towards it and he increased his tempo.

Laura was now used to his cock inside her ass and she was surprised to find that she liked it there. He had been so gentle with her letting her body get used to this new invasion of virgin canlı bahis siteleri territory. With each stroke of his cock she was getting more and more turned on. She moaned and moved back against him meeting each stroke.

Mike reached up to her breast and let his fingers caress her nipple as he fucked her in the ass. He placed his hand on her shoulder as he picked up the tempo, slamming his cock hard into her now. Laura was moaning and meeting each thrust of his cock. He was pleased that she was enjoying this new experience and fucked her long and hard in the shower before spilling his wad into her ass. He pulled her back against him, kissing her neck letting her catch her breath before pulling out of her.

Laura turned around and kissed him. “That was fantastic when I finally got used to it. I wasn’t sure I was going to like that at first but you were so gentle that you made it a wonderful experience.” She kissed him again wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“I’m happy you enjoyed it Laura. I would never hurt you, and I wanted you to enjoy it.” He soaped his hands again and finished washing her body and she his. They got out of the shower and headed for the bed.

Their room was quite nice, a small gas fireplace was in the corner, 27inch screen TV across from the foot of the bed. Behind the TV on the wall was a huge Mirror, and there was another large mirror on the left side of the bed on the wall as well. There were fresh flowers in a large vase sitting on a side table with two scented candles on either side of the flowers. In the center of the room was a huge king size bed, the night stands on either side of the bed each had a scented candle as well.

Mike lit all the candles in the room, giving the room a soft glow. “You know I’ve never stayed in a motel that had real flowers and candles as well,” he commented.

He slipped under the sheet joining Laura on the bed. He picked up the remote control for the TV and turned it on telling her he was going to see if they had one of those radio stations that some cable companies have. When the TV came on neither one of them were expecting to see what was showing on the screen.

There were two naked women in the center of a huge bed. One woman was eating the other woman while she was sucking some guys cock. A second man was fucking the woman who was busy eating the other woman’s pussy. Laura looked at Mike and they both busted up laughing at the shock of seeing a porno flick on the screen.

“Watching this is turning you on isn’t it Laura?” She nodded her head yes, smiling slightly. “Would you like to be one of the women in the movie Laura,” he asked her?

“I don’t know, if I could do that with someone else in the room. I think I would be uncomfortable with it unless I knew them real well, I guess.”

“What about the woman who is eating the other woman’s pussy? Does that turn you on Laura? Or is it just the whole idea of two couples fucking in the same room on the same bed?”

Mike had his arm around Laura when he turned on the TV and his other hand was slowly caressing her inner thigh making Laura fill with desire again. How could she think straight when this man kept her constantly aroused she was thinking to herself. She melted into his arms and before kissing him she told him, “both”.

Mike let his fingers dip into her wet pussy, teasing her with his fingers. His cock was already hard again and ready to fill her pussy this time. He moved down her body and buried his face in her sweet wetness. His tongue was firm and hard against her clit, he sucked her clit letting his tongue press hard against it. He glanced up at Laura and she was looking towards the wall into the big mirror watching him lap up her sweet nectar.

All of a sudden Laura grabbed his head pulling him away from her juicy snatch. She clutched the sheet pulling it across her chest covering herself. “Mike look at the TV,” she pointed towards the TV at the foot of the bed.

He turned around and glanced at the screen seeing the couples fucking like crazy. He turned back around towards her moving up her body to sit beside her. “What is it Laura, what’s wrong? He just noticed how white she was, like she was frightened by something. “He pulled her close to him not knowing what it was that had so terrified her.

“Mike, look at the room they are in,” she said again pointing to the screen.

Mike glanced at the screen again and then he saw it, now he knew why she was upset. There was the small gas fireplace, the big mirror on the wall next to the bed, and the candles on the tables. Holy shit! The people in the porno flick had filmed the movie in this room. He looked around the room and sure enough right down to the wall paper covering the walls the room in the movie was the room they were in right now.

“Well how about that, this room was used to film a porno flick,” he said jokingly. “Mike what if those people didn’t know they were being filmed, what if the mirrors are two way mirrors,” she whispered in his ear.

He chuckled but he could see she was genuinely upset. Before he could say anything to calm her down the movie ended. Just as he was again about to say something to her they saw the huge sign roll across the screen.

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