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Author’s Note:

This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie’s various adventures.

In this adventure, Nellie decides it’s time to get a tattoo, though there’s just one problem: she has no idea what she wants. Luckily, her experienced tattoo artist knows just what she needs. This story follows the events of Nellie & The Diamond Gala.

**

“Okay, can you just repeat the plan for me? One more time?”

“I’m getting a tattoo.”

“You’re getting a tattoo.”

“Yep.”

“You want it on your shoulder.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And that’s the extent of what you know you want.”

“Yep.”

“Because as long as it’s visible, it doesn’t matter what it looks like, since it’s just to piss off your dad.”

I rolled my eyes at Sydney. “You seem to have a pretty good understanding of the plan, for someone who just asked me to repeat it. And it’s not just to piss off my dad. That’s a happy side effect. I’ve always wanted a tattoo.”

“People who have always wanted tattoos usually have an idea of what they want to get before just waltzing into a tattoo shop!”

“Maybe I’ll see something I like.”

“It’s a tattoo, not a fucking T-shirt at the mall!” She put her hand on the portfolio of flash tattoos I was looking at, while we waited for the tattoo artist to come to the front. “Nellie, come on. This is crazy, even for you.”

“Since when are you the mature voice of reason?” I asked, frowning at her. “Next it’s going to be that I need to eat more vegetables, and then you’re going to tell me I should go to therapy instead of working my issues out by sleeping around with people, aren’t you?”

“It’s not a half-bad idea,” she said. “You are literally fucking your former professor. Like, I get it, that’s hot, but Nell—”

“Ben is a psychology professor,” I interrupted. “That’s practically free therapy right there. Plus, I get laid. Win-win.”

Sydney studied me for a moment, before shaking her head and laughing. “Okay, look, as long as you recognize that what you’re doing isn’t, you know…”

“Normal?”

“Yeah, sure.” She wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “You’re my best friend. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” I smiled at her. “Even Ben thinks so. He told me I was just a typical young woman with some underlying issues stemming from my dad’s somewhat-sociopathic nature, and that exploring my sexuality was a normal, healthy thing to do.”

“Right,” Sydney said. “And then he fucked you for how long?”

“Well, he ate me out first and I came, like, three times. He really, really loves that, and I mean, who am I to stop him?”

She howled with laughter and I grinned.

“Syd, I promise. I’m fine. I’m not getting a tattoo just to piss my dad off, I actually want one. And I’m not sleeping with Ben to work out daddy issues of some sort, he’s just really good in bed.”

“And you’re not even entertaining the option of getting into a relationship with J.P. because your dad approves of him, and you can’t bring yourself to do anything your dad approves of, even though you clearly like J.P. and—”

“Don’t.” I held up a hand. “I don’t like J.P. He’s a complete bastard. He just also happens to be an exceptionally good fuck.”

“I’ve never met him and even I think that’s bullshit,” Sydney replied.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

She put her arm back around my shoulder in another half-hug. “Okay. I’ll drop it, for now. Any of these look like something you want to be drawn permanently on your body for the rest of your life?”

“I kind of like this bearded merman playing the ukulele,” I admitted, pointing at a drawing on the page.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I was nearly crying with laughter when a man came out of the back. Through my laughter, I took in the sight of him. He wasn’t quite good-looking, with a relatively average face and a hooked nose. At the same time, he was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His face might have been average, but his eyes were intense and focused. Long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, showing off tattoos that crept up his neck, and aside from a piercing through his eyebrow, his face was marred only by the short scruff on his cheeks. He just seemed so comfortable in his own skin that I couldn’t really help being pulled in.

He watched me and Sydney giggle for a moment, patiently bemused as we tried to collect ourselves.

“Let me guess,” he said flatly, though there was a touch of humour in his voice. “You’re here to get your ears pierced.”

“Close,” I said. “I was thinking nipples.”

He shrugged. “Sure, we can do that. Left, right, or both?”

“Wait, really?” Sydney asked. “And also, ouch.”

“It’s not so bad, actually,” he said. “It’s a pretty straightforward piercing. Takes bostancı escort a while to heal though, and you cannot fuck with them while they’re healing.”

“Wait, you can’t fuck at all?” I gasped, horrified.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I mean you can’t play with the piercings while they’re healing. Can take anywhere from six to twelve months. You can, uh… well, it’s not a genital piercing.”

I scrunched up my nose. “Well, fuck that. I don’t want my tits out of commission for a year.”

He nodded, chuckling dryly. “Okay, so you’re not here for your ears, you don’t want your nipples pierced… so how can I help you?”

“Oh, right. I’m Nellie. I have an appointment to get a tattoo.”

“Sweet. I’m Damon, and I have an appointment to give you a tattoo.” He looked down at the portfolio in front of me. “This the one you’re thinking of?”

Sydney groaned. “No, Nellie. Don’t get that. How about this one?”

I scoffed. “Do I really look like an ‘infinity-symbol-with-a-heart-in-it’ type of girl to you?”

“Fine, what about this one?”

She pointed at a maple leaf that, while pretty, was kind of boring. I shrugged and flipped the page of the portfolio I held, pausing for a moment.

“Oh, this is kind of awesome,” I said softly.

“You want a… a tree?” Sydney asked.

“I mean, it’s a really cool tree. I like how leaves kind of fade away.” I shrugged and flipped the page. “It’s a contender.”

“So we’re doing a flash tattoo,” Damon said, interrupting our discussion. “Well, the stuff in that binder is pretty standard. Couple of pin-ups, anchors… uh, birds and shit. Arrows.”

“Basic bitch stuff,” I said, grinning.

“That what you’re looking for?”

“Not really, but not… not-really, either.”

“All right.” He leaned across the desk to pick up one of the other books, the slightest hint of a woodsy cologne wafting past. “Well, let’s narrow it down. We can look for something that works with your style already. What other tattoos do you have?”

“Uh… none.”

Damon raised his eyebrows, though his voice remained fairly steady. “So you’re getting a flash tattoo for your first tattoo, you don’t really know what you want, and your current contenders are a bearded merman and a tree.”

I grinned. “Yep.”

He shrugged. “Look, I’m not going to try to talk you out of this because that would be stupid from a business perspective. But I also don’t want you storming back into my shop a year down the road, bitching that I gave you a shitty tattoo. You sure you—”

“See, even he thinks this is ridiculous!” Sydney said.

“Nah, I didn’t say that,” Damon said. “But I’ve definitely done more than one cover-up on an impulse decision some chick made when she was eighteen.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” I said. “I’m twenty-one.”

I thought Damon might laugh but he didn’t, though he did smile. “All right, well, I said my piece. You want a tattoo, you’re getting a tattoo. You have an idea of where you want it?”

“Kind of on my shoulder.” I motioned to a spot on my back over my T-shirt. “About here.”

“And how big?”

I shrugged. “Whatever looks good.”

“Any… I dunno, hobbies? Interests? Inspirations?”

“Um… well, I like true crime and stuff. I want to be a forensic investigator.” I pursed my lips. “But that would be a weird tattoo.”

“What about sports?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I mean I obviously like hockey, but not, like… I dunno. I don’t want a hockey stick on my back. I played volleyball for years but I don’t want a volleyball.”

“She has a lot of sex,” Sydney suggested, her voice unhelpfully innocent.

It didn’t seem like much would shock Damon. I would have thought he’d react a little to a statement like that, but he really just glanced at Sydney before looking back at me. I shrugged and tilted my head.

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” I said. “But I’m not getting, like, a dick tattooed on my shoulder. Maybe something more subtle?”

“Of course, more subtle.” Damon’s voice was completely deadpan. “What about a dick, but it’s hidden in the tree or something?”

I grinned. I knew it: there was a sense of humour under the serious, calm demeanour. “Or that infinity symbol, but instead of a heart, it’s a dick!”

Damon chuckled softly. It was a warm sound, deep and throaty, probably his version of keeling over with laughter.

“Interesting thought, but why don’t we steer away from the infinity dick and pick something a little more… not a dick.” He thought for a moment. “We don’t want basic bitch stuff but liked the tree… I kind of have an idea. Are you dead set on doing it on your shoulder?”

I shrugged. “What do you have in mind?”

“It’s not in one of the books. Just something I’ve been messing around with, but it would look better… well, lemme grab it and show you. It’s a little less hilarious and a little more serious, but I think you’ll like it.”

He was right. The drawing he grabbed from the back and handed me a few minutes later fatih escort wasn’t hilarious like the merman or basic like the infinity heart. It wasn’t like anything I’d flipped through in the books, or anything I’d pointed out to Damon as something I’d be interested in. Yet somehow, it was perfect, and he’d known it would be perfect.

It was the silhouette of a dragon, wings spread in flight, with scales trailing behind it as it flew. Delicate wasn’t quite the right word to describe it, but it wasn’t huge or gaudy. It was almost graceful, in a way. I fell quiet as I studied the drawing.

“That’s gorgeous,” Sydney said. “I mean, really… that’s awesome.”

I nodded and looked up at Damon. His eyes seemed to sparkle again.

“I know what I’m doing, eh?” he said. “All right, here’s the thing though. On your shoulder, it’s gonna look kinda weird. We could do it a little higher up than you showed, but honestly, I pictured this to be a collarbone tattoo.”

“Like, here?” I asked, motioning to a spot on my chest.

Damon shook his head and reached forward, hesitating before he touched me. “Can I…?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

He traced his finger along my clavicle. “The dragon would go here—” he tapped a spot almost by my shoulder “—and the scales would kind of trail all the way over here.”

“That’s going to be a lot harder to hide from your dad,” Sydney said.

Damon raised his eyebrows. “Your dad’s not gonna come in here and lose his shit on me, is he?”

I swallowed my instinctive response, which was that my dad would be more likely to try suing him than coming into the shop himself, and shook my head. “I’m not hiding it, really. I just want the option to, you know, cover it… if I need to.”

“Would you be covering it regularly or just on special occasions?” he asked.

“Special occasions.”

“Makeup,” he said simply. “Not at first since it’ll still be healing, obviously, but after that. One of the girls who works here has an instruction sheet I can give you. Way easier than trying to cover it with clothes or whatever.”

“I can do that.” I considered the drawing again, trying to picture myself with a gorgeous dragon flying across my chest. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“All right,” Damon said. “Just one more important thing about doing this on your collarbone.”

I raised my eyebrows at him and he regarded me seriously, making sure I was paying attention before he continued.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch, sweetheart.”

I assured him I could handle it no less than three times before he let me sign the waiver. Sydney shook her head when Damon asked if she wanted to sit in the room with us while he worked.

“I’m not super into needles,” she admitted. “Or, you know, pain. Just call me when you’re done, Nell. I’m gonna go shopping.”

Damon gave me a quote, let Sydney know roughly how long the appointment would be and less than ten minutes later, led me to a cramped room in the back.

“Now, usually I’d tell people to wear a lower-cut shirt,” Damon said as he prepped the stencil. “But, uh, since you didn’t…”

“I can just take it off,” I said.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I was gonna offer you a towel or something if you wanted to cover up.”

“Nah, I’m good.” I took off my top and put it on a small ledge in the corner. “Do I need to take my bra off or…?”

“Nope, just slip the strap down your arm.” Damon motioned to the bed in the middle of the room. “Take a seat, get comfy. You want a glass of water or something?”

I slid onto a bed-like seat that was kind of a mix between a dentist’s chair and a patio lounger, and waited. Given his smooth composure, I hadn’t expected Damon to get embarrassed or anything when I took my shirt off. I mean, he was a professional tattoo artist. He had to have seen it all. Still, it was one of the few times I’d started taking my clothes off that didn’t garner some sort of reaction from the person in the room.

He was almost an enigma, I decided. He had a sense of humour but seemed almost unshakably solemn. As he prepared the last things he needed before starting the tattoo, I studied him, wondering just what it would take to get him to crack.

Part of me wanted to be good and let him do his job without pushing any buttons. Another, more insistent part of me, really wanted to find out if he would drop the steady, stoic demeanour. I licked my lips unconsciously. Maybe he wouldn’t drop it. Maybe that serious intensity extended to everything he did, and maybe…

“Right,” Damon said, shaking me out of my thoughts. “So, we’re gonna apply the stencil now. Take a look, make sure you’re really, really happy with how it is, because that’s exactly how it’s going to look. Well, except it’ll be black instead of purple. But placement, size, all of that is going to be exact.”

After confirming no less than three times that I was happy with the placement, Damon sat on the stool beside the bed, picked up the tattoo gun, and paused.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked.

“Hell bağcılar escort yes,” I replied.

“It’s gonna hurt,” he said again.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Damon’s mouth twitched. “Lucky me. Last appointment of the day and I got a masochist.”

I laughed. “Maybe. It’s not like I’ve done this before, so I guess we’ll find out.”

He nodded solemnly, leaned forward, and the tattoo gun started buzzing. One gloved hand was steady and confident against my chest, and the other brought the tattoo gun towards me. Moments later, a sharp pain pricked at my skin. It wasn’t strong enough to make me gasp or flinch, but I definitely took a shallower breath than normal. After just a few seconds, he moved the tattoo gun away.

“Doing okay?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Good. This is the easy part.”

I tried not to laugh, knowing it would make my chest shake. Damon smiled wryly, put the tattoo gun back to my chest, and started tracing along the stencilled lines.

It was hard to explain what the sensation was. It hurt, certainly, but at first, it seemed tolerable. It was only as he got further along that I really understood why people said tattoos were painful. The sensation built up, becoming more intense as he went. I could almost feel it vibrating through my entire body each time he passed the tattoo gun over my collarbone.

“Do people usually talk while they’re doing this?” I asked the next time he took the gun away, wiping a spot on my chest.

“Sometimes,” he replied, not looking at me. “I think people find it helps distract them from the sensation.”

“It does feel weird,” I admitted.

“Hurt as much as you thought it would?”

The tattoo gun buzzed over my bone and I winced.

“Maybe a bit more than I thought. I’m starting to wonder how you managed to go through having this done on your entire body.”

Damon smiled, his mouth tight as he concentrated on the tattoo. “People aren’t joking when they talk about tattoos being addicting. You’ll understand after.”

“Why?”

“Trust me. Soon as I’m done, you’re gonna start thinking about what you want for the next one.”

“What was your first tattoo?”

He wiped my skin again, not seeming to notice that his hand brushed the top of my breast. “I got a pretty kick-ass skull done on my back. The guy I ended up apprenticing under did it. Hell of a good artist. Hard as fuck on people apprenticing for him, but I learned more than I would’ve under anyone else.”

I was about to ask another question when there was a knock at the door.

“Yep,” said Damon without moving the tattoo gun away.

The door opened and a girl about my age poked her head in. She had piercings all over her face, spiky hair, and colourful tattoos up and down her arms.

“Hey boss,” she said. “Sasha and I are done with our clients. You cool if we head out?”

“Yep,” Damon said again. “Lock up the front first, though. Don’t need someone coming in while I’m back here.”

She nodded, went to leave, then turned back and looked at me.

“Hey, you’re finally doing the dragon tattoo!” she exclaimed.

The corners of Damon’s mouth turned up. “Finally talked someone into it. It’s her first one.”

“First tattoo and you’re doing the collarbone?” The girl gaped at me. “Damn. You’re pretty brave.”

“Uh, thanks?” I said.

“Jeez, how are you so calm?” She laughed. “When I got mine done, I was whimpering almost the whole time.”

“Well, I mean it hurts, but it’s not that bad. Am I supposed to be crying and wailing or something?”

“Nah,” Damon said. “You’re doing really good.”

“Oh, wow. He said he had a pretty client, but pretty and a high pain tolerance?” teased the girl, grinning at me. “You’re impressing Damon. That’s hard to do.”

“Ah, fuck off,” he muttered.

“Will do, boss. Night!”

She laughed and practically flounced out of the room, giggling as she shut the door. Damon shook his head as the door closed behind her, still focusing on my chest.

“You’re the boss?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm. Apprenticed here, then worked here and there for a few years, then bought the shop when Joey retired.”

He sat back a bit, studying the tattoo before leaning forward and pressing the gun to my skin. I watched him work for a few minutes, waiting until he had moved the tattoo gun away before speaking again.

“So you think I’m pretty?”

Damon snorted. “Don’t play that game. You’re cute, you know that.”

“So I guess the real question is if I’m impressing you.”

He looked up, intense eyes meeting mine, his face still calm. “Sweetheart, you’re twenty-one.”

I blinked at him innocently. “Yeah. And?”

“You’re twenty-one. And you’re getting a tattoo to piss off your dad.”

“Not just to piss him off.”

Damon smirked. “Sure. Either way, you’re twenty-one. I’m thirty-six. I’m not the guy who’s gonna give you the validation you’re missing from your dad.”

“Why does everyone think I have daddy issues?” I wondered out loud. “Yeesh. Don’t worry, Damon. I already get validation from the other older guy I’m sleeping with. His name’s Ben. I think he’s almost fifty. Maybe over, actually. I never really asked.”

It was the closest I had gotten to surprising Damon. He tilted his head slightly, eyes widening enough that I knew I’d shocked him, just a bit.

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It’s been a long hard week. To top it off, I haven’t been feeling all that ‘up to snuff.’ I’ve been really horney lately talking with my boyfriends on the web, plus a new a date, and the guy I had been dating – with no new action reappearing.

I’m lucid and relaxed this Sunday afternoon looking on the Internet at porn pictures. Just out of curiosity, I started looking at nude pictures of women. I would never consider a relationship with a woman. However, my breasts make me horney so looking at other women’s breasts sure do make me horney, too. I envision my full and buxom tits being touched by a masculine, hunky man fully absorbing them into to his mouth and soul.

Longing to have my breasts touched, I crawl into bed and close the blinds. But, I think to myself, I need a little more than just my breasts being teased about now.

The windows are all open and I tend to get noisy even while pleasuring myself. At the moment, I don’t really care because that’s half the fun when having sex – being exposed to strangers lurking in the outdoors. I’m hoping someone will hear me.

However, while engorged in my own lustful satisfaction and selfish pleasures, I won’t notice.

I bought this new ‘tingling’ lube my boyfriend tried on me last weekend. He said it smelled good and I said it FELT good. I was thinking how refreshing it might feel right about now in my pussy. After all, I hadn’t had any sex or play for at least a week. I had been out – of – town in New York and the hustle bustle of the city kind of distracted me from self – pleasure.

As I lay down in my bed right, I lube pendik escort up my dildoes, Pete and Pepper. Pete, you might expect is a long red dildoe that I place inside my pussy hole. Pepper is my little bobble dildoe that hits the clitty spot ever so perfectly. ‘Oh, God!’ I exclaim feeling the pleasure of both toys clammering at once.

Putting slow Pete in, I begin to get aroused. Pete moves dawdling and gently. Then, Pepper starts her work, quickly and jolting. ‘Yummy!’ say my pussy pal.

It didn’t take long for my clitty to start to orgasm rather abruptly and without delay. I turn off Pepper and let Pete continue working as he may. That’s what I like about Pete. He stays in long and hard titillating my pussy palette.

My second orgasm always comes as I try Pepper a few seconds later after my first climax. Pepper faithfully works again, giving me a short and sweet orgasm in my clitoral hood.

Now, I’m happy; however, wanting real sex and intercourse straight away.

Pete is faithfully doing his job and Pepper gives me another orgasm. I shudder when I orgasm, protruding my stomach upwards and shaking my pussy raggedly. Number three climax and finally I’m starting to relax, horney gal that I am.

Pete pulls out and Pepper enters my pussy now, soaking up all my sweetness as I handle each nipple.

My nipples become erect and rigid. I rub my breasts and lift them up taunting them and getting them excited, too.

I’m looking forward to my boyfriend coming home later. He’ll be horney as hell listening to my afternoon without him. So I’ll leave kağıthane escort some areas for him left to play with.

I’m beginning to sweat. My arms are numbing and my pussy is trembling. I pull out Pepper and much to my happiness, I am quivering and pulsating all over again. I put Pepper on my clit and I start to orgasm again while I scream outloudly.

Someone from outside yells, “Are you okay?” Of course, I ignore them and keep panting and moaning.

I put Pete back in and out, in and out, in and out as I slide him down the crevice of my cunt. It opens up swelling and ready for the next fight.

I’m combating the next aggressive climax; my boobs jiggling from side to said, sitting up and trying so hard to orgasm rebelliously. I use Pete and Pepper till I can’t bear it anymore. I have multiple orgasms in my pussy and my clit at the same time, making a puddle of wetness underneath my satisfied body.

Completely content, I feel my Peppermint Pussy as I envision pondering writing this story during my exhilarated thoughts. My cunt is completely fulfilled and tingling, tanging of my own aroma Peppermint Patty.

***

Now, I have to clean up the sheets. I don’t mind. I plan on making a romantic dinner and having a few more orgasms tonight. Not the kind I give myself but the kind only a man can give me.

I change the sheets, strip down to my birthday suit and hop in the searing shower. I continue before a unaccompanied audience lathering up my voluptuous tits, pussy and ass with a bar of soap.

The maltepe escort window is wide open and I don’t care. There’s even someone outside watching me. It’s this younger guy who lives next door. Hmmmm.

Now, my new friend downstairs starts playing with himself with his full dick exposed to me and the public. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t know I’m watching him either.

I start playing with myself and draw the sheer curtains closed. “Oh, God,” I shrug and can’t believe I’m still horney nevertheless; I’m wanting yet an additional sizzling orgasm. I put my three fingers in my pussy. I start moaning, groaning, and shouting, “More, more,” to myself.

The fellow outside hears me and cums on the sidewalk. Thank goodness he could never figure out where I live from down there on the sidewalk. My mouth is parched and I gather some the drickling water in my cuppled hand from the shower.

I go into the kitchen and I open a bottle of champagne. “Forget making dinner now,” I think to myself.

***

“Honey,” I say to my boyfriend when I reach him on his cell phone. “Do me a favor, sweetie?” I ask.

“Sure, sweetheart. What is it? Will you bring home some champagne, strawberries and whip cream?” I ask in a sultry voice. “I’m in a bit of a devilish mood.”

“Okay,” he says throatily. “Have my favorite lingerie ready for me.”

He walks in and I’m standing nude in the kitchen with a little white lacy apron on instead.

***

“Ready to be served after a long day at work?” I ask.

“I was born ready, Patty” he laughs. He strips for me displaying his muscular body; walking towards me with a special finger pointed upwards.

“I know what you’re ready for now,” as we lay down on the tablecloth I placed on the center of the kitchen floor. We fuck for real this time together. Fucking never felt so fine.

Foreplay was nice, too, but this breed of fucking beats them all.

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I arrived at the club where we were meeting that night, dressed to impress in knee high black leather boots, a short black skirt, and a leopard print halter style tank top that was just low enough to make my push-up strapless bra a more than worthwhile investment. I was intentionally a little late; I figured making you wait would only add to your anticipation. And I could tell by your walk that I was correct in my assumption. You hurried over to me before anyone else, friends or otherwise, could get the chance to talk to me. We exchanged pleasantries as you led me to a more quiet booth in the back of the dance club.

Sitting down very close beside me, you ran your fingers lightly over the tops of my bulging breasts and whispered how great I looked tonight, lingering for a second to lightly exhale your hot breath into my ear. I shivered and smiled at you, then turned my attention to the multitudes who were oblivious to us as they danced and laughed on the dance floor. I moved one hand to your knee and lightly traced random patterns on your upper thigh, asking you to go and grab a drink for us. You obliged, and as you were busy at the bar I slipped out of my barely existent thong and balled it up tightly in my fist. You returned, and we sipped on the beverages while chatting and flirting.

After a while I nonchalantly slipped the thong into your pocket; a sign you knew by now meant I was ready for more than idle conversation and whispered desires. Catching my not-so-sly wink, you took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Though both of us knew we wouldn’t be staying much longer, we wanted to socialize at least a little bit before, as always, heading off to be alone. You casually ran your hand up the back of my thigh, under my skirt. Grabbing onto my ass, your fingers searched with needful urgency towards my wet pussy.

Trying not to be too obvious, you could barely reach and managed only to tease my quivering lips with the tips of your fingers. I hung on to you and we danced, close, you with your hand up my skirt and me rubbing up against your now hard cock. Face to face and beginning to breath harder, we agreed without speaking that it was time to go. We rushed out of the club and over to your car. You kissed me, and backed me up until I was leaning on the hood of your car, pressing yourself against me. I laughed and wriggled away, telling you to wait until we got back to the room. Reluctantly, you agreed and we sped back hastily.

In the elevator, halkalı escort you abruptly hit the stop button and then grabbed me tightly, pushing my back into the corner wall. Without meaning to, I giggled just a little. You smiled as you unzipped your pants and your hard cock came thrusting out into the air. Fortunately the elevator had small railings, a fact which you had apparently noted before as you guided one of my legs, then the other on to the rails. I was now spread wide open and my cunt dripped, just begging to have you inside of me.

You didn’t keep me waiting long before plunging deep inside of me, then in and out in shallow, rhythmic strokes. You leaned back a little so you could watch your stiff cock go in and out of my pussy. This turned you on even more and you began thrusting into me hard and deep. You knew I couldn’t take much of this without cumming, but since you were already really hot, you came just as I began to hit the peak of my orgasm. I moaned softly, then begged for you to fuck me hard.

You gasped as you began shooting your hot cum into me, and I groaned as I came, full force, all over your cock. You slammed into me a few more times, hard and fast and deep, and I knew you were finished as you slowed down and allowed my legs to fall heavily from the rails. I leaned back on the walls for support as you rested your head on my shoulder for a second and we both caught our breath. You laughed and hit the stop button again, and the elevator resumed its upward progress. Kissing and smiling, we made our way to our room.

Once inside, you shut and locked the door. Grinning, you told me you had a surprise for me. I smiled and asked what it was. You took a bag from your suitcase and from it removed a strap-on dildo, the kind with a jelly-like cock. I asked sweetly what that was for, and you told me that I’d find out soon enough. You brought it with you as you joined me in the king sized bed, and we began kissing as we stripped down to nothing, fondling each others’ bodies.

You told me to suck your cock and make it nice and hard for you, which I did. I wanted you to cum in my mouth, but you refused, telling me you had other plans for me tonight. You handed me the dildo and told me to masturbate with it. I put the head by my clit and rubbed it around for a minute…god I love that feeling. I sat up and got into a kneeling position on the bed, facing you, as you watched me, nişantaşı escort wide-eyed, from the easy chair. I looked up at you and grinned mischievously as I plunged the fake cock into my pussy one time. I took it out and licked my juices from it, running my tongue up and down it and circling the head as if it were yours.

I reached down to put it in again, but apparently this was more than you could handle and you came over and took it out of my hands. You said now I had to put it on, which I did relatively easily despite it being my first time using one. You looked me up and down, and with a nod of approval you tuned around and positioned yourself on all fours near the end of the bed. You told me to come around and to stick it in your ass. Not wanting to hurt you, I edged the head up to your asshole while rubbing lubricant onto the dildo and your asshole. I gently eased the head into your ass, but this was obviously not painful to you.

You leaned back into me, shoving the fake cock deep into your ass as you moaned in sheer pleasure. I quickly got used to my fake dick and began to slide it in and out of your ass, slowly at first, then speeding up more and more as your pleasure intensified. By now you could barely hold yourself up as I slammed into you over and over, my hips smacking against your ass. The slapping noises got me aroused and I pushed my ‘cock’ into you harder and deeper as I neared orgasm. You begged for more, and I delivered it. You told me you were going to cum and I spanked your ass, rather hard, and ordered you to wait for me.

This was a new side of me, and I liked it. I was overtly pleased with myself and my aggressiveness, and after that I was ready to explode. I moaned for you to cum NOW as I grabbed on to your hips firmly and thrust into your ass over and over, deeper every time as I came. You pushed your ass against my pelvis hard as you moaned loudly and released. I felt my hot juices dripping down my leg as you shot cum all over the bed and your hands and arms. You collapsed on the bed, legs hanging off the end. I laid down next to you and kissed your cheek. With my help you moved up to the pillows and we fell blissfully asleep in each others arms.

But don’t think that’s where it ends. Oh no. We’re KNOWN for waking up for more.

When I woke up, I lifted my face to kiss you. You met my lips with yours, and we quickly picked up where we left off. You informed me it şişli escort was ‘my turn’. You positioned me on my back, legs up, and inserted 2 fingers into my pussy. You intentionally let your hand brush over my asshole a few times, getting my really excited. You put the cool slimey gel on my ass, and I loved it.

You slathered it all over your cock, focusing on the head. You teased the head in and out of my ass a few times, then came all the way inside. It felt sooooo good; filling me up and stimulating new areas. You pushed in and out slowly, allowing me to get used to it. My muscles relaxed and I was able to handle anything you could give me. You put your fingers back into my pussy and rubbed on my clit with your thumb. I arched my back and lifted my hips greedily to meet your fingers as your cock slid in deeper and deeper. I’ll admit it; having you in my ass turned me on more than anything. I gasped as I sensed that I was reaching the edge.

You took your fingers out of my pussy, not letting me cum quite yet. Not removing your cock, you moved one of my spread legs over and proceeded to turn me onto my stomach. The sheer pleasure I got from you rotating in my ass threatened to push me over the top. I moaned as you lifted me to a kneeling position in front of you. You began to move in and out, slowly, again, holding on to my hips lightly. You whispered for me to rub myself. I began by grabbing my breast, tugging on my nipple and circling it. I licked my fingers and then moistened my already hard nipples. I pinched one nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

Then I sucked on my fingers again, this time using them to massage my clit, which trembled deliciously on my finger tips. I couldn’t wait any longer. I panted as I began moving with you. You tightened your grip on my hips and rammed your stiff cock deep into my ass, over and over. As I began to cum, I breathed heavily and moaned loudly. I growled for you to go deeper and faster. I rubbed my clit vigorously as you slammed into my ass. As I came I thrust my fingers into my pussy, drenching them in my own sweet juice. You came in my ass, which startled me at first, but then felt erotically thrilling as you filled me up with your hot, thick cum. Our orgasm seemed to last forever; you cumming in my ass and me all over my fingers. Finally I dropped on to the bed, exhausted. You dropped down, partially on top of me, and unable to move we seemed to mutually agree that we’d just sleep here, in the center of the huge bed. I curled up in your arms….

That’s all I remember. You asked me later if it hurt. I smiled and said no, that I had been wanting to try that anyway and had managed to ‘practice’ a little beforehand. You laughed as I blushed and smiled shyly. You kissed me on the forehead and led me over to the bed…

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UGH! Another Saturday at the office! Not exactly how I wanted to start off my weekend. However, it is December and almost the end of the year. I have year-end reports to get done and I’ve fallen behind. On Saturday, the office is empty and quiet and gives me the chance to get caught up. So, I throw on some comfortable clothes, get my shoes and stumble out the door for a 4 hour overtime shift.

To my utter surprise, Daniel is already sitting at his desk in his office. I am not used to seeing him at work on a Saturday morning, especially at 5am. Daniel is the man I’ve fantasized over for the past 15+ years. He has the face that I could never tire of looking at. He has a soft beard, a sexy smile, and a head of hair I’d love to run my fingers through. There are so many things I’ve done to him over the years, but only in my imagination. I think he’s caught me staring at him a few times recently, but oddly enough he was smiling and actually held my gaze as I walked past him.

I guess it was about ½ hour later as I was getting my files ready, that he heard my filing cabinet draws open and close. Thinking he was alone, he decided to find out who was in the office making noise. He came by my desk to say good morning… Again, I stared into his eyes and replied with a smiling “good morning” of my own. DAMN, he looked so handsome at this early hour, so sexy with his smile, and my mind took off on thoughts not very honorable, and I had to wonder if he could read my mind. He shifted on his feet and retreated back into his office.

Now I wished I’d taken more time to get ready this morning. I wished I hadn’t thrown on rags for clothes and I wished I’d applied some color to my cheeks. I’m a fool to think he’d want me as I want him, but who could blame him when I’m dressed as I am. I had not even bothered with a bra, thinking I’d be alone anyway and I’m much more comfortable without one. Oh boy, what he must think of me now.

It wasn’t long until I heard a loud sigh coming from his office. I knew it was early for him, and he was tired. All I could think about was rubbing his shoulders, massaging his neck, and touching his chest. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers and feel his muscles relax. Do I dare approach him? I could get myself into trouble if he is offended by my attention. But I’ve istanbul escort wanted to touch him for such a long time. And I’ve recently learned, if I don’t take my chances now, I may never get another one…

So I get ready to go see him, I stand up and start walking toward his office, then my nervousness gets the best of me and I go back to my desk. I’m afraid he will turn me down… maybe if I can find an excuse, some work related reason to go see him, and see what happens. Looking around my desk, I can’t find anything to approach him with. So, what am I supposed to do now?

Finally, I gather all my courage. This time, I’m going in to see him! I’m not going to chicken out like I have so many times before. The timing couldn’t be more perfect! We are here, alone, and he’s only ½ awake. Surely, if I don’t go now, I might never go…

I walked down the hall, turned the corner and walked into his office with a couple of files. He looked at me and smiled (my god, he’s so sexy). I walked up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders and started to rub my thumbs over the back of his neck. I heard a soft moan escape from his lips. Without a word between us, I got the encouragement to slip my hands under the collar of his shirt and rub his shoulders and his chest. He leaned back in his chair to accept my touch, and I leaned over to kiss his neck. When he reached over his shoulders to hold me, I knew I wasn’t wrong. I knew I’d made the right choice, and I wondered why it took me so long in the first place.

Then he spoke, his first words since I’d walked in: “Your touch feels so good, and I’m enjoying every moment of this personal massage, but if you don’t stop now, I might not let you leave at all!”

I replied, “What if I don’t want to leave?”

He returned my reply with a soft sigh. He swiveled his chair around to face me, so I slid onto his lap, straddling him, grinding my hips just a little to let him know my intentions. I could tell at that moment, he was just as excited as I was. I leaned in for a kiss, which he returned just as hungrily as mine. My breathing has all but stopped. I could only think, this must be a dream. He lifted my shirt and found my bare breasts with erect nipples and I heard him take in a avcılar escort deep breath. Next thing I knew, he was sucking on them, first one, then the other. This is one of my weaknesses and a shiver ran up my spine. I guess that gave him encouragement, because he slid his hand down the front of my pants and found me hot and moist. I was so afraid I’d wake up any moment and my dream would be over before it really started. I didn’t want to move!~

I’m not sure what happened next. My mind was so foggy that it’s hard to remember the details. Maybe he pushed me off his lap, maybe I stood up on my own. But as I got to my feet, his hands were on my elastic waistband and my pants were down around my ankles. He pushed me back up against the edge of his desk and started to lick my clit. OH MY GOD, he’s going to send me over the edge! I just know he is… And how do I explain the river that is bound to erupt?

Maybe I don’t have too… Maybe I can hold it back. Then his tongue flicks over my clit again and I’ve lost my mind. My hands wrap around his head holding him in place, and my legs spread open even wider. I can’t pull him close enough to me. No matter how close he is, I want him closer. His face is buried in my crotch and I’m ready to explode, wave after wave. OH GOD, I can’t hold it back~ I’m going to squirt and I can’t control it. I couldn’t stop him if I wanted too, but I really don’t want too. The orgasm comes from deep inside of me, and I squirt a river, not once or twice, but three times.

I utter a sigh of regret. I wasn’t ready for him to stop but he pulled away. I must have totally disgusted him. I took him by surprise as his beard dripped of my juices. He looked at me and said, “Now you’re gonna get it!” Honestly, it sounded more like a promise than a threat.

He lifted me off his desk and turned me around. I was thrilled by this turn of events. He put his hand on my back, pushing me over so I was leaning across the top of his desk, my ass in the air. I’m not sure when he lost his shorts, but I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. His hands were on my hips and I knew he was ready to thrust. Instead, he was teasing me. I felt the head of his cock enter me slowly, but then he pulled back. Again, he entered me but only a little. I şirinevler escort couldn’t figure out what he was waiting for. He was driving me mad!

Finally, with a quick upward thrust, he slammed my pussy, but only once. As soon as he was buried inside me, he stopped. I could feel his entire cock fill my hole as he impaled me. Perhaps he needs a moment himself but in doing so, he’s increasing my anticipation. I’m not even sure if he knows it, but he is a master at teasing, at making me wait and I’m ready to beg. I want to feel the quick multiple thrust and the pounding, it’s been far too long and I want to seriously get fucked and fucked hard! I’m ONE second away from begging!

His cock is buried deep inside of me, and his hand slides around the front to find my clit… It’s still sensitive from the licking he just gave me. I want to grind my ass into his cock, and grind my clit into his fingers, but I’m frozen as I accept this amazing assault on my body. I’m ready to give in and break the silence, plead with him to pound me, and then he gives me the fucking I’ve been waiting for. Thrust after thrust, I bounce off his desk, my tits dancing in rhythm. OHHH~ this is better than anything I ever imagined!

He is going to make me squirt again! I am so close~ I don’t want him to stop… I hear a voice that sounds like mine, but I don’t remember speaking… “Please don’t stop! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster but please, whatever you do, DON’T STOP.” AND here it comes, another wave of fluid… My pussy contracts as I squirt yet again and I hear him moan. I think it’s his undoing, being buried deep inside of me as the walls of my pussy tightens, massaging his cock. He must thrust hard to keep his place and when I clench again, he burst his load. With a moan and a final thrust, his balls now resting against my clit, his hands on both my hips to hold himself in place, I feel him pulse as he empties his cock in the center of my core.

It takes a minute or two, each of us catching our breath but eventually, he pulls out. He all but falls back into his chair, sweat upon his brow. His breathing starts to slow down, as does mine. We both begin to regain composure. I sat on the floor at his feet. I didn’t want this moment to end. So, as he collects his breath, I gently begin to rub his thigh, his knee, his calf, then the soles of his feet since he lost his shoes somewhere along the line. It felt so good to have this contact with him. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Of course this wasn’t a dream! My dreams never ended up this good. This was all far better than anything I could have imagined!

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She lay in the center of the four poster bed, gazing off at the gardens outside. The morning sun just finished washing everything rose-red and had become bright yellow. Her hand was between her legs, gently caressing herself. He would be home any minute, now.

Roger rode his Harley into the large garage and listened to it idle down after the long ride home. He shut it off, and the silence was almost deafening. The bay filled with the sounds of hot metal cooling, the kickstand thrown forward, and the forks turned to be locked.

Dismounting his `steed’, the sound of worn leather creaking while he pulled his leg over the saddle and heavy boots hitting the cement floor. Roger pulled off the thick gloves and lay them across the leather seat, then snapped the lock in the fork.

The house was quiet as he stepped in and pulled off the tall leather boots. His jacket followed and landed heavily on the table near the door. He walked back to the bedroom and quietly pushed open the door. Tiffany didn’t hear the door, although she knew just about how long it took for him to reach her bedside. Roger watched her hand moving slowly under the sheet, rising and falling while she toyed with her kitty’s clit.

She turned to face him when she heard the zipper of his leather pants opening. She smiled at her lover and rolled towards him. He stepped closer to the side of the large, soft bed and her hand met his at his pants. Long fingers slid inside the heavy material and quickly found the `prize’ hidden there. She called it a lot of pet names, but her favorite was the descriptive one, when it was fully engorged . His “Dragon”.

One day he had said something like “leaking my lizard” when he had to “go”. When she did see the object in question, she allowed that lizard was not big enough, so she started calling Roger’s eight-inch cock “The Dragon”.

Tiffany pulled it away from the leather prison and kissed the swelling tip. She knew it wouldn’t take long to bring it to full, useable, hardness. She loved the way it felt in her mouth as it grew to full length and girth. It was almost two inches across, sometimes.

The smell of his man-scent mixed with the sharp odor of leather excited Tiffany. Her own sex was getting wetter and the aroma of her arousal began to drift over the room. Hers was a heavy musk, rich and full bodied as a fine wine would be. The sharp, sweet taste of it was enhanced by the scent, evidenced by the relish with which Roger devoured her every chance he got.

Roger loosened his belt and pushed the heavy pants to his thighs, giving Tiffany access to his heavy sac as well. She cupped his balls tenderly as she took the swollen crown of his cock into her hot mouth. Roger moaned softly when he felt her start to swallow and the head slid into her throat. Her enjoyment was obvious as she, too, began to moan, vibrating the flesh in her mouth.

Roger lifted the sheet and exposed Tiffany’s trim cheerleader’s body. The workouts showed her efforts well. Tight skin, firm C-cup breasts, smoothly tapering to a narrow waist, a gentle swell at her belly and hips, followed by strong, tight thighs and muscular legs. Her butt wasn’t large, nor was it small. There was just enough to get one’s attention as she walked. Truly a wonderful body and she could use it well.

Slowly, Roger climbed onto the bed, his cock still halfway down Tiffany’s throat. She rolled with him and spread her legs in welcome. The scent aroused Roger even more. His penis pulsed in Tiffany’s mouth when he touched her soft kitty with his lips. He had followed the `landing strip’ of fine hair above her mound to the center of her treasure box.

Tiffany’s hips rose to meet his face as she felt and tasted the pre-cum sliding down her throat. Sweet, clear fluid, different from the thick salty cum that would be coaxed from deep within Roger’s belly soon. His tongue slid over her erecting clitoris, sending chills through her body. The sweet nectar flowed freely onto his thirsty tongue.

Locked in sixty-nine the orally worshipped each other’s sex. Roger French kissed her kitty, thrusting his stiffened tongue like a small cock, his chin rubbing steadily across her sensitive clitoris. The fluttering began in her belly as Roger lapped at her moist flower.

Her mind raced between the tingling Roger aroused in her and the sensations going on in her mouth and throat. The smooth, soft flesh sarıyer escort on the rigid penis was warm on her tongue. The ripples and veins of Roger’s erection were being explored by Tiffany’s tongue. Deep in her throat, she could feel the crown sliding past her `reflex’ spot as she swallowed rapidly. Once past there, it filled her throat, and felt as though it reached her stomach.

Lacking control from this position, she relaxed as best she could. Roger was moving his hips ever so slightly, so as not to cause her to choke on a sudden thrust. He worked his oral magic on her kitty with his tongue rigid, yet still soft against her clitoris. Tiffany thrust her belly up to his face in a gentle rolling motion.

Roger sensed some discomfort from Tiffany, and slowly pulled away from her hot mouth. Her teeth grazed the sensitive area below the tip where the foreskin met the crown. He moaned softly and rolled on his back next to her. Seizing the moment, Tiffany rose from the bed and straddled her lover’s face.

Placing her dripping kitty over his hungry lips and lowering hr mouth back to Roger’s stiff, throbbing penis. Much more at ease, she was able to use her mouth and throat to consume the erection more comfortably. Nibbling and licking her way up and down the dragon’s length before she slid her hot throat around it.

While Tiffany relished her prize, Roger had his face full of the sweet nectar of her sex and the rich, earthy aroma of her anal opening. The brown, puckered ring of flesh was pulsing with each thrust of his tongue into her swollen kitty. He grabbed her hips and pulled them down a little. That gave him the position to lick across her anus.

He felt the muscle tighten at first, but also heard the soft groan from Tiffany’s throat. Her kitty rubbed his chin as he began to rim her back door, the soft flesh yielding to the gentle pressure of his tongue. Her hips moved slowly and deliberately. She rolled them so that Roger was licking her from clitoris to butt-hole. Relaxed as she was, he was able to insert his tongue just inside her back door.

The excitement of the new experience caused Roger to lose his control, and he began to swell in Tiffany’s mouth. She, too, gave in to her body and started to cum hard. Her hips bucked and shivered, guttural cries of release came from her full throat as the orgasm swept through her. She pulled back from Roger’s pulsing rod just as he started to release his hot, thick cum. It splashed her lips and chin, then across her breasts when Roger slipped out of her mouth.

Tiffany recaptured the spewing dragon ass the last of its liquid fire poured out. Most of Roger’s seed covered her upper body and his belly, her girl-cum covered Roger’s face and neck. She raised off his slippery, sticky belly and licked all she could from his flesh. She moved over him and slid her kitty around to his belly, then offered her cum covered breasts to his mouth.

Roger licked them dry, as well as her lips and chin. They shared the taste of his salty essence in a passionate French kiss as their sweat-covered bodies melted into one another. Tasting and teasing each other’s mouth for several minutes, Roger finally broke the kiss to ask Tiffany if she wanted to shower with him.

She was upright in a heartbeat, and heading for the bathroom. Roger finished removing his leathers and followed her to the steam filled room. She had the water running hot by the time he joined her. Tiffany’s blonde hair was plastered to her back as he stepped in behind her. He kissed her neck as his hands roamed over the gentle swell of her taut belly with the bar of soap.

She pushed her butt to his belly and trapped his semi-hard penis between the soft crease formed by her backside. Roger’s hands went up and down her front, gently washing her breasts, belly and thighs. Tiffany turned, and Roger continued to cleanse her back, butt and neck, before he dropped to his knees and started on her legs.

While he was tending to her knees and lower legs, her kitty was directly in front of his mouth. Even through the hot, soapy spray around them, he could still detect the heavenly aroma of her sex. His mouth was drawn to it, like a magnet. Tiffany bent her legs and thrust her mound to his waiting tongue.

Roger devoured her soft lips and pushed his stiffened tongue into her vagina. Tiffany esenyurt escort held his head, moaning and calling out his name. Roger’s hands continued to roam her backside, and his soap covered fingers found the soft crease of her butt. They were near her rear hole, and gently pressing against it.

Small circles around her tight pucker when suddenly her felt the orifice relax and a finger slid smoothly into her back door. Tiffany stiffened at first, then moaned quietly as she felt the thick finger enter her body. She consciously gave in to the invading digit and pushed against it, allowing Roger to push it all the way in.

Between the tongue at her clitoris, and the finger that impaled her anus, Tiffany started to cum again. Her shriek echoed in the tile shower as she gave over to the intense feelings that coursed through her whole body. Never did she think that anyone could make her cum so much, in so many different ways as Roger had.

He had yet to insert his penis into her vagina, yet she had cum three times already. Each one more intense than the last. `God, he’s such a good lover!’ she thought to herself. `How much longer could this last?’ A second wave of release flowed through her belly and shook her whole body. Tiffany fell away from Roger, and leaned against the slick tile wall for support.

Slowly, she lowered herself to sit on the floor, gently pulling Roger’s body towards her face. His erection had been renewed by his oral efforts, and she took the throbbing flesh deep into her mouth while cradling his heavy sac in her small hand. She was going to reward him well for his attentions to her needs. Bobbing her head, swallowing his length and rolling his balls gently, she soon coaxed another heavy load of the thick cream from Roger’s penis into her throat. She didn’t allow a single drop to escape, this time.

Returning to the original task at hand, they finished washing one another, the dried off with the soft fluffy towels Tiffany had ready. She led Roger back to her bed and lay beside him. They kissed hot and touched all over each other as Roger slowly faded off to sleep. The long night of work, combined with the intense oral sex session had worn him completely down.

Tiffany smiled at his sleeping form, gently caressing his hair and chest, as she thought of how much she loved him, and of how good he was to her. She kissed his forehead, and slid down next to him. Tiffany spooned against his body and joined him in satisfied slumber.

Tiffany didn’t stay asleep long, however, thoughts of tasting Roger kept her awake. She wanted more of his hot, thick seed in her belly. She loved the way he tasted. From the slick, clear pre-cum to the final pulses of his essence, she could eat him all day. Her hand slipped over his sleeping body to search out his beautiful penis.

She had fallen in love with the massive organ at first sight. The way it curved away from his belly and bounced with each beat of his heart when fully erect. The soft, firm crown, plum colored when aroused, felt so good when she wrapped her tongue around it. The soft folds of his loose foreskin were a playground for the tip of her stiffened tongue, too.

Tiffany re-played the last time he was in her throat. The way it filled her mouth with its heat, the rippled surface parting her lips as it passed through. The fullness as it slid down her hungry throat, and the pulsing, throbbing sensations as he loosed the liquid fire she craved.

The first time she allowed herself to take all of Roger’s eight inches, she was frightened. Not knowing if she could take it all, she mustered up the courage and gradually took more and more of his dragon in. The touch of her nose to his belly surprised her when she finally got there. It took all the control she had to keep it there. Just as she had become accustomed to its length and girth, she felt it expand and throb. It seemed to be IN her stomach at that point, and she greedily accepted his hot, thick offering.

Tiffany was hooked on the salty/sweet fluid from that moment on. She couldn’t get enough to satisfy her wants. Now, she could take all of him easily, swiftly. She could swallow around Roger’s erection and literally milk the delicious fluid from him. His moans of ecstasy filled her ears when she did that for him.

Her hand found the sleeping giant, resting half hard against his avrupa yakası escort thigh. Gently stroking its soft length, it grew quickly as if it had a mind of it’s own. Tiffany moved around her lover’s body and approached from between his legs. It was not her preferred angle, but it would do for a start. She kissed on him lightly, her lips barely touching the velvet crown, her tongue exploring the underside at the sensitive place where the foreskin met the head. Roger moaned in his sleep as her mouth closed over the precious plum.

Roger felt the gentle touch at his swelling penis in a dreamlike state. Not wanting to open his eyes and dispel the dream, he lay quietly as the warmth of Tiffany’s mouth closed around his erect penis. It wasn’t a dream. Tiffany engulfed the upper half of his hard rod with her mouth, gripping the lower part with her long, cool fingers. She, too, moaned when the pre-cum began to flow on to her waiting tongue.

Tired as he was, Roger enjoyed her skilled manipulation of his cock. Fellatio was definitely her favorite pastime, next to having Roger’s talented tongue kiss on her needy kitty. She thoroughly enjoyed the way he made her feel and the intensity of the cums when he performed cunnilingus with her. The ideal mixture was, of course, sixty-nine. That way they both got the `licking’ they deserved, and desired.

Tiffany felt his hand in her long blonde hair, gently combing through her soft locks. `Yes’, she thought, `He’s awake for this’. Continuing to felate the pulsing flesh with growing enthusiasm, more and more of Roger’s penis disappeared into her throat. Her hands cradled the heavy sac below, a finger or two pressing on the tender flesh between his testicles and his anus.

Not completely recovered from the recent cums, Roger knew he would last a long time if he simply lay there and let Tiff do all the work. As much as he liked it, he did need to get some sleep. The temporary job he took while visiting Tiffany was only good for a few more days. The extra spending cash would come in handy when he had to return home.

He pulled her head away from his erection, and looked into her sexy green eyes. From the first time he saw that pair of spectacular, captivating eyes, he knew she was something special. Tiffany had proved herself more than just special in the time they’ve been together.

She looked longingly into his eyes, deep blue with the passion of the moment. He whispered softly, “Here kitty, kitty.” Tiffany smiled in lust and changed position, laying head to foot on her back. She placed a pillow behind her neck to allow her head to hang back further. As Roger straddled her body, she guided the pulsing dragon to her lips as she felt his hot tongue slide into her swollen kitty lips.

“OHHH . YESSSS . ROGER!!. Lick it there!!” She swooned and took him back into her mouth. Deeper and smoother at this angle, she swallowed him fully while he nibbled sweetly on her enlarging clitoris. A rough finger pushed into her hole below and the sensations washed through her when he touched her “spot”. He found it so quickly it surprised her into a mini-cum. Her hips bucked with the small flutters in her belly. Tiffany sucked him hard and swirled her tongue around the thickest part of him.

`Cum for me’ she said to herself. `Give me your hot seed’.

Roger detected the swallowing motions of her hot, slick throat muscles begin. He redoubled the intensity of his oral attentions and nipped at her bud with his teeth. The involuntary quivering of her hips told him she was close to release, exciting him even more.

His hips started to roll, thrusting his penis in and out of her deep throat, gently fucking her face. It was all he could stand. He plunged three fingers into her tiny vagina and sucked hard on her clit Her cum forced her body upwards off the bed, her scream was muffled by the thick flesh that impaled her mouth and throat.

The vibrations of her scream, her shuddering body, the rapid swallowing coaxed her desire from his body. He poured the thick fluid into her belly in long, hot spurts. Not as forceful as earlier, but full, deep pulses of the thick juice.

Her kitty exploded at the same time he filled her belly. Girl-cum flooded his mouth, hand, and the sheets below their bodies. Exhausted, Roger rolled off of Tiffany’s heaving body, both gasping for breath. She curled around and purred in his ear, like a satisfied she-cat. Her hands softly stroked the hair on his chest as they returned to `normal’.

“I’m sorry, Roger. I know you need to rest, but I had to have more.” “I could tell, Tiff. Did you get enough?”

“For now.” She purred.

Roger smiled and pulled her close, kissed her softly and whispered, “Good Night, Tiff.”

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There have been those nights when everything is just right – the mess of clothing gathered from the rail naturally going well together, and just hanging so perfectly-right for that particular mood of the moment. Those days always swept me along as if for the ride, starting with looking casually at the mirror on the way out – seeing myself stood there, edgy enough to stand apart, ensuring that I’d be an instant focus, or at least the most interesting visible-stock in any bar. It’s no boast, but interesting gets the conversation going better in certain places – so Byronesque in black with a short-clipped Mohawk, definitely qualify in that respect – and on those nights, I have generally walked back out into the night, with company to share more than some conversation with.

Other days of course, just didn’t gel at all, not because I was trying so hard that it was painful for others to watch – but simply that the ladies weren’t ready to bite just then, or take the morsel dangling there casually before them.

Nor do I pretend to understand all the terms of attraction – I value my sanity too much, and so carry on in my own way – sometimes being lucky, sometimes not. But having said that, the illogical exceptions do hold a fascination for me…I mean those times when you just walk right into a kiss, one that comes at you from out of the sun, unseen, unexpected, and unbelievable.

The most memorable had been three days before my last move to another city – on a six month placement – and perhaps that said it all really, regarding the why of how it all happened.

As is traditional, several of my friends, acquaintances, and various peripheries all agreed to gather that night in our favorite meeting spot, Mac’s Cool Bar, having decided to share a few good beers in even better company – it was just an adieu, after all. We had the expected good time, ending innocently enough with three of us, then just two; myself and an absolutely stunning lady I’d met several weeks, (and four days, three hours and twelve minutes, or so) before.

She wanted to call into the local wine-bar for a final coffee – and even though it was apparent by then that nothing further was going to happen between us, I agreed. Odd that, I remember thinking at the time – an offer of coffee without meaning something else other than coffee, but having had a few beers, I decided not to say anything stupidly smart. It was no problem, we’d all had a good night together anyway, so I was happy to simply extend the evening and its conversation.

A little later, I got the warning pangs of a bad headache stalking me – a sure sign of fatigue – so with regret and a bit of melodrama, I explained about the headache, and bade the new mixture of company a very good conclusion to the evening; feeling in my bones that by leaving her behind, one of them would get just that – no more than he hoped, but way more than he probably expected.

‘Wait a minute, and I’ll walk as far as my car with you.’ Her words were unexpected, and that huskiness caught me every time I heard it, giving me a tightening twinge where it’s nice.

I smiled a little wanly, looking as pale as I felt: ‘Thanks, but you stay – have fun in my absence – drink a toast to the bravely fallen hero.’ Despite my misgivings for leaving her in the present company, and what my feelings said about where that would lead, I didn’t want to be responsible for dragging her away from that chance – even if it meant depriving myself of her company for a few more minutes. ‘We could do the coffee thing tomorrow or Monday though.’

‘It’s no problem, I really have to be going too – so I might as well leave and walk with you.’

Subjective seconds later, we were both outside, her showing nursely concern for my condition as halkalı escort we strolled gently up the late-night street, still thronged and at full-bore with a scattered flow of crowds heading out clubbing, or off for a few cans more at an impromptu party.

Making the three minute walk in ten, we arrived at her car – denoted as hers by a proud pat on the roof as she turned back to face me: ‘Here we are, and here’s my baby. Thanks for a beautiful evening by the way – and it’s certainly a lovely bar – I’ll have to go in there again to keep your seat safe and warm against your return.’

I smiled quirkily, keeping my hands in my coat pockets by force of will: ‘Thanks to you in turn for showing up – y’know, I didn’t really expect it.’ I smiled again.

‘How could I not come, after you asked me. It was a warm welcoming to the group, in a strange sort of way. It made me feel a part of it all for the first time since I started coming.’

I felt a little caught out by that, as if just turning the page to discover my version of the script was somehow missing a few passages – had I been that obvious in my inviting her? I thought quickly back over the scene at the time.

‘Have you far to go from here? I can give you a lift if you direct me, and if it’s eastwards of course.’ Her light laugh and change of tack cut into the incipient pause before it could become a significant one.

‘No, you’re fine. I’m off south, and it’s only a ten minute amble from here.’

‘What, back the way we’ve just come?’

I shrugged lightly and nodded: ‘The extra walk has done me good – and I could hardly leave you to come out here alone – now that wouldn’t have been fair.’

‘Ahhh…thanks.’ And just like that, we were hugging like the oldest of friends soon to be parted for the first time. It was strange – I hadn’t even noticed my arms moving to where I felt them now – around her waist. She completed the moment with a pleasing sigh into my shoulder.

Drawing back after a moment, turning my face to look her in the eye as I did so, I saw her do the same – then everything smoothed down into that electric slow-motion state of realization, and anticipation…synchronizing into a kiss that melted body into body. I was in slight shock, mind numbed into a thought-free place, but my senses were all on full alert and roaring, blood rushing in response to the sudden adrenaline flood – it’s noise counter-pointed by the tickle of breath, felt with light, accompanying shivers dancing across my ear-lobe.

Our embrace grew tighter still, thighs and bellies pressing with equal-matched pressure of eagerness against each others’ – the difference, my erection between us growing in one smooth-flow down into the vale under her Mons Veneris, clearly pointing to where he wanted to go. Her hands were roving over my back and neck, rasping over the short-shorn stubble of the shaven parts – mine in turn, were in the small of her back, and on the upper slope of her behind, holding them with gentle pressure and making light stroking motions that drew the breaths deeper, and in more rapid succession from her.

For all the passion and wordless need being expressed, our lips were still softly touching, sweet, firm jello, counter-pointed by her darting tip of a cool, hard tongue, playfully sparring with mine in light familiarity.

A moment…an hour later, we parted to look at each other. ‘Oh – why now, when I’m about to go away?’ I groaned in a stage whisper, as I gave her another quick hug.

‘It’s a magical moment, just let it take us where we want – I didn’t expect this either…or for such passion from you.’ She still sounded a little surprised as she murmured it, and I laughed lightly. taksim escort ‘Yeah, the hair does tend to give another impression.’ She squeezed me back, and we went into another kiss, slower, more pointed, and her hand slid down my side – flowing around to follow my full erection down to its tip, giving that a light squeeze too. Her teeth nibbled my lips, and with a deft stroke, her tongue licked between them, in a way that made me harder still.

‘I can’t stay all night, but I’ll come back to your place for a while.’ I hadn’t asked, but I wasn’t going to point that out – so we got in her car, and I directed her to my flat.

Everyone else was thankfully asleep by then, and I was able to get us comfortable without all the extra considerations involved with needing to be polite to flat-mates. A kiss in the living room, another in the kitchen lead us quickly to the bedroom – and another kiss; this time without jackets or the constraints of others’ ribaldry on the street to distract us.

With slow and gentle moves, we spent some time getting to know each other, first through then under our clothing – which having become superfluous, came off. First was her red top, and with no bra to slow things down, I could look on her in just skin-tight stretch fabric leggings, her pale skin pearlescent against the black. Ash-blond hair curled long and endearingly in different ways around each breast, caught on nipples dark and rigid with expectation. I was the first to be fully naked though, needing to release him from the tight jeans where he was wedged very long and hard, trapped immovably down the leg between fabric and thigh. In a kneeling position before her, I eased them carefully down over him, and freed he came smoothly upwards as the last dammed up suffusion of blood rushed into place. She rose up too on one elbow, and took him in her other hand, mouth lightly enveloping only the tip with that lovely, soft wetness that is so sweet a feeling – then drawing me back down with her and sucking lightly, her tongue tickled at me lightly down the underside in slow envelopment.

Taking him out, she placed a soft kiss on the tip: ‘Hello there beautiful.’ It wasn’t me she was talking to, ‘that’s enough for now, but behave yourself and I promise you more later.’

I took my cue and replaced him with my own lips on hers, moving them with kisses slowly along jaw-line, then down the smooth arc of her neck and into the clavicle hollow – taking my time there, I built her closed-eyes moans to where I wanted them – one with each breath. Satisfied that I had her full attention on where my lips were slowly going, I took them on a trek of discovery over her soft upper slopes, then higher around the trembling peaks, and then down ever so slowly onto the sloped valley of her belly.

Moving ahead of them, my hands gently caught the waistband and rolled it lower, just in advance of where those kisses would fall, tacking across and then back again in prolongment of pressure-pleasure. Nibbling on her fine hairs as they became exposed to the air of my room, I concentrated on pulling the last of the barrier down away from her prize, sending an unexpected dart of my tongue down into the tight cleft between fabric and over her moist clitoris in a controlled slide – she moaned and bucked with a light spasm. I withdrew my tongue and struggling in disharmony to help me, she got he leggings and entangled slip off, opening her legs smolothly under me.

I could smell her light scent and knew she was very wet, but despite the kick of knowing that, I still wanted her wetter, so that I could slide into her all the way, without having to take it by inch-at-a-time stages of introduction.

Sliding my hands lightly from her waist şişli escort down to her smooth and slender hips, I sank onto my forearms for the last approach. Leading my kissed down just alongside her lips, I focused on licking the moisture away as I went, but not touching the really sensitive petals of her flower, or its bud. Then I climbed back up the other side in a repeat performance, by which time she was moaning and writhing in an attempt to get me where she wanted – I had her in a good immobilizing grip though, and took my time, just loving her complaining whimpers.

Drawing back, I blew lightly down between her ass cheeks, along the anus – then up over her pubes, having become charged by release from constriction under her panties, and now enjoying the freedom of air. Lowering my head, I flicked long eyelashes several times across her clit – the surprise move making her grunt and jerk again with involuntary response – after which, the next thing she felt was my tongue go into a holding pattern around and around it – drawing her focus back and leading us onto where we were now going.

I tasted her in such a way, and knew that she must have come just then, her moisture washing in little waves onto my tongue as I took it down between her lips, extending it as far inside as I could reach. My upper lip pressed in this way just above the hood of her clit, raising it in further swelling, knowing the blood could not escape back out again – so I teased at it very gently, sucking on her mini-erection and that got her panting again.

Focusing on taking her back up to a proper orgasm, I listened to the rising chorus of moans and little cries as they built in tell-tale expression of how close she was. Then she went silent, thighs clamping my neck hard, hands gripping my head into immobility – calves hooked over my back, as she arched upwards with her pelvis, lifting me with it. I shifted position and delivered the last few deliberate strokes of my tongue, held at the apex of a triangle she’d made from our two linked bodies.

Her orgasmic cry was almost a voiceless wail, and came from as deep within her as the tremors of release themselves – she slowly eased off the pressure with her thighs, and her hands went into a limp stroking of my poor abused neck and head – strength returning to her movements slowly, in proportion to the calming of her breathing.

Wordlessly she released me as her thighs relaxed and opened fully – with her feet at my waist, she drew me forward – achieving that wonderful sensation of a perfect, unguided entry. Without thought or effort, finding my nirvana as she enveloped me in the way I’d hoped, in one long smooth-slide of hard flesh entering the warm-wetness of a blissful, ready softness.

Keeping it gentle still, I lifted myself up on extended arms, so that I could slowly but implacably thrust to the maximum of my length, feeling her cervix rubbing past the tip with every inward slide. Letting it build naturally, I shifted through a few variants of the same position, before ending in a close clutch of a warm hug – rocking over her with my thrusts moving her clit up and down in time to our mutual thrusts.

I could feel her cheeks flushed and hot with orgasmic build up, as well as our closeness – and that sent me over the top – speeding the pace as all pretence at control was lost in the moment. I began thrusting harder, hearing her cries rising along with my need to flood her.

With muscles tight, I held her and sped the last of my energy from me into a focused peak of effort, feeling the inner itch turn to that wondrous moment of calm, just before the storm – when everything gets drenched.

At my last thrust, held deep inside her, she gripped me and came again – the heat of her juices enveloping me, and calling my own out to join hers.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was taken up with more of the same – both of us seizing the moment to the full, until daylight drove her away again – home, to sleep before work that night, and leaving me to lie there, wondering if any of it could really have happened.

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Oh I Didn’t Know This Would Happen!

The following story is true and happened just two days ago so I wanted to write it while it was still fresh in my mind. Although this occurrence brings a smile to my face when I think about it, the smile is a caring smile accompanied by a slightly amused but very sincere emotion. The emotion is hard to pinpoint but it is a combination of the good feeling you get when you help a family in need at Christmas time and the lusty feeling you get when you think about the naughty things you would like to do with someone who is well… NOT available.

I am a nice looking 36 year old professional male. A few years ago I began giving massages to people at work for fun. I have been giving my wife massages for 10 years and she has always raved about them, jokingly telling me to become a professional masseuse. It started with my co-worker Cathy who had developed a neck and shoulder strain from hours and hours of sitting at a computer. Her Dr. had given her some muscle relaxants but they didn’t quite do the trick. I volunteered my services and we soon progressed to full body massage – nothing sexual. She then referred a friend of hers to try my “treatment” and from there the word was out that Rob gave great massages.

Last week I was doing a second massage for a married friend of ours who happens to be my daughter’s Sunday school teacher. She is 39 years old and although very shapely she is not really physically fit bakırköy escort and had strained her back while gardening. Mary was also what you might call VERY conservative. My wife was amused that Mary wanted her massage fully clothed when she arrived for our first session. We finally talked her into wearing a swimsuit top, but she insisted on keeping her jeans and shoes on! Our first session went well and the next day Mary called and said she felt like a new person. The following week however she called back and said her back was acting up again. Naturally we invited her back over and this time my wife advised her to wear a swimsuit and she would be much more relaxed and comfortable during her massage. Mary however declined and said she would wear what she wore the previous week – “after all” she said “it worked didn’t it?” We laughed and told her to show up around 2 o’clock that afternoon.

At 2:00 O’clock Mary arrived and to our surprise she disrobed and was indeed wearing a swimsuit. Granted it was a very conservative one piece swimsuit but nonetheless it was a swimsuit. Anyhow my wife was off to a baby shower so she bid us both farewell and Mary assumed her position on the couch, tummy down, arms at her side.

I proceeded with the same treatment I had applied the previous week beginning with shoulders and neck. I gradually dropped to her lower back and added some peppermint oil to enhance the rub. Mary was beşiktaş escort much more relaxed this time and as I continued my efforts I noticed she had almost fallen asleep. At the conclusion of the rubdown I asked Mary if she needed her legs done today as well and much to my surprise she said “sure, if it feels as good as your back rubs how can I say no.” I proceeded to rub her calves and gradually worked up to her thighs. Again Mary was very relaxed and appeared to be truly asleep. Mary is by no means fat but her thighs are voluptuous and were touching each other so I slight pulled her legs apart for better access to the interior part of her legs.

Although I had always appreciated Mary’s Victorian shape I had never really fantasized about her because she seems so distant, such a conservative Christian, totally off limits. As her legs parted though I was able to make out a thick dark patch puffing out underneath the homely white 1950’s style swimsuit and my penis began to stiffen. I continued my massage inside of her thighs for about 30 minutes as she slept. I eventually got bolder and placed my face down near her bottom and took a deep breath.

MMmmmmmm she smelled good and it was obvious that even though she was wearing a swimsuit she had definitely not just gotten out of a pool. The musky smell of her crack was very pronounced. Next I dropped a little lower to sample her vagina and to my surprise I noticed a beylikdüzü escort definite moistening of her swimsuit crotch. She smelled clean but the strong womanly smell of passion was there. I continued my massage and by this time had a huge boner.

After a little while I could not resist and placed my hand, palm down, firmly against her pussy. Much to my delight she immediately convulsed in orgasm. She woke up as she was coming and said OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhnn nooooooo I didnt know this wouuld happen… OOOHhh my god… oh my god…!!!!! As her bottom jiggled in the wrath of her orgasm I could not help but lean forward and place my penis, with my shorts still on of course, on the swell of Mary’s big bottom. I lodged it right in the crack, and came in my pants as Mary’s buttcheeks clamped down and bucked as a result of her own pleasure.

As Mary got up to put her clothes back on over her swimsuit her cheeks were beet red and she seemed to be ashamed. Before she left she turned and apologized. I said “whatever for Mary?” and she smiled a shy little girl smile and said “oh nothing I guess.”

I saw Mary the next day at church and she quietly asked me if I had told my wife. I very nonchalantly replied “I’m sorry?” She again asked her question to which I replied, “I don’t follow, what would I tell my wife?” She looked at me quizzically and then a look of relief came over her face. I said “By the way Mary I went ahead and penciled you if for another session next Saturday same time. OK by you?” Mary quickly sat down and took a deep breath and then looked up at me with that shame shy smile and said… “yeah… yeah.. I guess so Rob. Yes, I would like that. I will be there at 2:00”

Do you like my story? Let me know what you think!

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I had this really good friend named Kendall who also had a friend named Rashan. Well, Rashan had this really fine ass girlfriend named Denisee. Kendall is a real bullshitter and I didn’t believe half of the wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild Denisee got when she got drunk. He told me how Rashan was the type of guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Denisee wanted it once or twice an hour. Rashan was a soft brother that got picked on a lot. How he eneded up with this girl no one will ever know. Since she was a “good little girl” she couldn’t really cheat on Rashan, but if you got her drunk, she would do anything and not feel guilty about it.

One day Kendall told me he was going to prove to me how wild Denisee really was. He had arranged for us to meet her at the local Chinese restaurant for pizza and beer (which we would sneak in of course). When she met us I noticed that the dress she was wearing was really unusual in that it was made almost exactly like a raincoat, buttons down the front with a belt around the middle. I also noticed a lot of cleavage and her shapely calves.

We sat down in the back and ordered our food. When I took out the beer Denisee said that she didn’t want to drink any because she didn’t like the taste. Well, after our food arrived Denisee gave in and poured herself a glass of beer. When we were done with the food, we were also done with the beer and Denisee had only had one glass. Kendall pulled out three more Coronas from his knapsack and convinced Denisee that the only way for her to drink with us was to “chug” each glass so she wouldn’t taste it so much. After “chugging” about six or seven glasses of beer, Denisee was being as sweet as can be. She had unbuttoned two of the lower buttons on her dress so that she could move her legs enough to play footsie under the table with me. As we were leaving, Denisee called out to me. She was standing by the bathrooms, which were hidden from view of the customers, and when I turned she opened up her dress and showed me a braless cutout corset bakırköy escort with garters and stockings. Her nipples were about the size of a quarter and looked like Hershey’s Kisses in the cool evening air. Her bush was a dark brown that looked like the hair was very thin or recently trimmed. About then I realized that we were in the middle of a city with about 100,000 people in it and it was still daylight at 8 P.M.

Nothing else happened that night, but Denisee and I became drinking buddies for several weeks. One evening about 4 months later Denisee called me and invited me and my bottle of rum over to her apartment for margaritas. She said her parents had gone to the Poconos for a wedding and wouldn’t be back for three days. I quickly showered, dressed, hit the liquor store and was at her apartment in about 30 minutes. When I got there I thought something was up because Rashan was working night shift and Denisee’s older sister was out for the rest of the night with her new beau. Denisee made the mistake of letting me make the margaritas and I loaded about a cup of rum into each one of the drinks. After our third round Denisee was feeling real loose.

Our casual conversation suddenly turned sexy when Denisee asked if I had liked her lingerie that night at Ting Juo’s. I said that I loved lingerie but had trouble finding women who were into it as much as I was. When Denisee heard that I loved lingerie she offered to give me a fashion show of her lingerie collection. I quickly agreed and she disappeared into the bedroom to change.

The first outfit she came out in really knocked my socks off. It was a basic white bra with frilly lace across the top edge of the cups. The lace was cut just low enough to expose the top half of each perky brown nipple. She was wearing white garters that rode perfectly across her slender, full hips with four long, lacy straps leading down to her white stockings. The stockings were the sheer white kind that sparkle in the light and she was moving around a lot to produce the best possible beşiktaş escort effect with the little light available. She was wearing white lace panties that were no more that two triangles of cloth held together by lace straps. The front panel was transparent enough that I could see her dark bush and a hint of pussy lips. She really knew what she was doing because she had put her panties on over the garters so she could take off her panties without removing the garters.

The fashion show didn’t get any further then because Denisee sat down next to me and started kissing me. Being fully clothed and in the arms of this brown-eyed beauty while she was only clad in her underwear was more than I could stand. I got up and started to undress when Denisee said “Let me do that for you.”

Denisee undresses me but made it a point not to touch me. She laid back on the couch and handed me a vibrator that had magically appeared in her hand.

“Do me with this,” she said. I took the vibrator from her and turned it on, adjusting the speed to a very slow, humming speed. I started out on her nipples and when they got good and hard I pushed the cups of her bra down to expose them to my tongue. With one nipple in my mouth and my left hand on the other, my right hand moved the vibrator around her crotch and upper legs.

After about five minutes of playing this way I started to move the vibrator into her cunt. I slowly tickled the outer lips of her pussy with the tip of the vibrator and watched as her pussy unfolded like a lovely flower. The vibrator was already slick with her pussy juices that were leaking out of her like a lake draining so I pushed it slowly up into her pussy. I kept pushing until all eight vibrating inches were buried in her cunt. We moved into a sixty-nine position so she could suck my cock and I could lick on her clit while I diddled her with the vibrator.

I finally removed the vibrator from her pussy and decided to get down to some serious cunt lapping. I shoved two fingers of my left hand up into beylikdüzü escort her pussy and started to dig around until I found the magic spot. Once I had done this I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed up on the spot. Denisee started squealing and bucking like she was being electrocuted and pussy juice coated my face and my arm down to the elbow. Suddenly Denisee stopped thrashing about and just lay there breathing rapidly and deeply. Without any warning at all Denisee pissed all over the couch but didn’t seem to notice or to wake up. After about five minutes Denisee woke up and was really embarrassed about peeing on the couch. Apparently she was totally knocked out by the series of multiple orgasms. When she got her composure back she said, “You can do anything you like.”

When I heard this I was ecstatic. I first shoved my hard dick (I still hadn’t come yet) up her juicy cunt and then shoved a finger up her asshole. After ten minutes of slow fucking and several orgasms by Denisee I lifted her legs over my shoulders. From this position I withdrew my cock in a long slow stroke that made a popping sound when it finally came out. Denisee whimpered for me to put it back in her when I pulled out but I had other ideas. I put my cunt juice-slickened dick right up to her anus and began to push. Denisee was obviously no stranger to anal sex because she relaxed and shoved right back until my balls hit her ass. Then she started bucking and I started pushing. This time the strokes were long, hard, and fast. Denisee grabbed the vibrator off the floor and pushed it into her cunt with such savage force that I thought that she might hurt herself. The vibrations were too much for Denisee and she came twice real close together then I was ready to come. Denisee stopped me and told me to come in her mouth so I withdrew my dick and, with her legs around my thighs, shoved it into her mouth. With Denisee sucking on the head of my dick, one hand playing with my balls and one finger of her other hand up my asshole I came what seemed like gallons. Denisee drank it all down like a pro and then complimented me on my lovemaking.

I saw Denisee regularly and more kinkily for several more months and then she finally made a commitment to be true to Rashan and as far as I know she hasn’t broken it. She always knows that if she wants anything in the way of sex she can call me.

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You come to my house to pick me up, but I am not ready yet. I peek through the peephole to see that it is you before opening the door. I see that it is, and that you have something behind your back. Hmmm, I wonder… I open the door, but I am behind it as you enter, for I am not completely dressed. I have a short silky black robe on and I have my nylons and black heels on. You can’t tell if they are those thigh high stockings that drive you so crazy, but I know that you are hopeful. You come in all the way and I close the door behind you. I tell you I need about ten more minutes and then I will be ready. I give you a quick peck on the lips and then head off to the bathroom. Before I can get there, you take my hand in yours and just stare at me a moment. You tell me that you have something for me and then you bring from behind your back a dozen beautiful coral colored roses and hand them to me. I gasp at the beauty of them and I tell you how amazing you are. You reply with a simple statement of how they pale to the woman that holds them now. I kiss you again, a much more intimate kiss this time. You bring your hand to my face as we kiss and I tremble from the touch.

I go and put the roses into a vase with water and then shuffle off to the bathroom…only leaning the door closed. You wander around my apartment a bit. Looking at all the things I have collected over the years and think of the time we have spent together so far. You wander down the hall towards the bathroom where I am finishing getting ready. You look through the crack between the door and it’s frame and see me fixing my hair. My robe has fallen open, and you can see that yes, indeed I am wearing the thigh high stockings, a pair of black silk panties and a black lace bra. You are not at a good angle to tell what type of panties they are, but you think of how perfect it would be if it was the thong you bought me. You are silently watching me as I continue to fix my hair. I am putting it up because I know how you love easy access to kiss and nibble on my neck while we are out. I get done with my hair and turn to make sure it looks how I want.

You do catch a glimpse and see that they are the thong panties you bought for me. You start to move and push the door open. I notice you there now and make as if to move my robe back around me. You quickly move to me and place one hand on my waist, the other on my neck. You tell me not to hide myself from you, for you find me irresistible. I blush slightly at this and as you kiss me again, there is much passion behind it. The hand at my neck moves down along my neck to my robe and it slips it away to reveal my bare shoulder. You kiss along the path your hand has just taken and then bring your other hand up to remove my robe completely. I start to speak, but before I can get any words out, you have your fingers pressed to my lips. I kiss your fingertips and allow my tongue to venture out for a quick lick.

Your hands begin to move down towards my hips again, all the while you are kissing my neck and taking a small bite from time to time. Your hands get to their destination, and they begin pulling at my panties. Again, I start to say something and this time you bring your mouth to my lips to stop the words. You kiss me for a long time, allowing me to taste you. I melt at the touch of our tongues, yours direct and mine lingering, but always with that piece of steel through it. You continue to pull down my panties and as you bend down to get them off completely, you kiss my breasts, my stomach and then you take small nibbles at my sides. You look up at me and smile as they first slide down. You are pleased that I have shaved myself bare for you tonight. You get my panties all the way off and as you stand back upright, you tell me how you want me to go out without them tonight because you want me to be your naughty gurlie.

I look at you with that look you love, the one that says I want you to take me, and then I kiss you again. Your back is to the mirror and I can see you moving to kiss and bite my neck again. As you move along my neck and towards my shoulder, biting me, I bring my hands up to your neck where I start running halkalı escort them along your hairline, brushing my nails along it. I watch as you move, appreciating the view I have of you. I press against you and can feel that you are getting hard. As I stand before you, mostly naked, I can feel your hands as they begin to move again. One is at my neck, slowly moving into my hair. The other is moving down, towards my stomach and then to between my legs. You can feel that I have begun to get wet as you slowly pass over my lips.

You have not gone in yet, as you are waiting for the right moment and you want to tease me a little first. You know that all I can think of is your hands on me, but you also know I love the thrill of a good tease. You are kissing me as your fingers find their way between my lips. You are surprised at the degree of my wetness. You move your fingers slowly up and down, allowing them to become covered in my juices. You push a little harder until you have two fingers inside of me, rubbing at my clit as well as you push into me. You are still kissing me and your other hand is in my hair. I am leaning into you, pushing you against the counter. I start to remove your shirt, as I want to see how your back moves in the mirror as you are touching me. You allow me to do so, although it does mean that you must remove your hands from their locations.

I whisper to you how I want you to touch me. Telling you to be gentle and sweet to me now because naughty time will come later. You smile at me after I say this to you and you tell me that yes, you will be gentle…for now. You also tell me you have decided we are not going to be making it out tonight. That tonight, I am yours and yours alone. You replace your hands, one in my hair, and the other with now three fingers inside of my wetness. I am watching your back as you move to bring me pleasure. You begin to kneel before me. The hand that was in my hair trails down along my backside as you do. You kiss my stomach and then lower your mouth a bit to lick the outside of my lips. I have moved my leg up onto the counter for you to get better access and brought my hands to run through your hair. You now start licking my clit as you continue moving your fingers inside of me. You start to speed up, and my breathing increases as well. I grab hold of the towel rack as I can feel my orgasm building inside me and feel that I will need to steady myself.

You continue to lap relentlessly at my clit as your fingers continue their internal motions. As I come, you continue licking at me, tasting all that I have to offer. As my body spasms with the last of my orgasm, you stop and remove your hand. You ask if I enjoyed that I and I tell you I did. You tell me that you did as well. That you love how I taste on your lips. I bring you close to me and I kiss you deeply. You pull away and tell me that now it is time to play naughty. That you have been gentle, and now it is time to play. You lead me to my bedroom. You lie on the bed, still with your pants on. You tell me that I am to do to you anything that I wish. That I am to offer myself to you in any way that I see fit and that will please you. With that, I go to a drawer in my room. I pull out a silky scarf and I ask you to sit up. You do so and I tie the scarf around so that you are unable to see. I then push you back onto the bed and leave you to think a moment about what I may do to you next.

I go back to the drawer and you hear some rustling sounds. Sounds that you are unsure as to what they are. I return to you on the bed and I take one of your hands. I put a soft material around your wrist. It encircles it and then I pull it upwards slightly. I attach it somewhere, but you are unsure of where. The only reason you know this is because as I am doing the same to your other wrist, you try to pull at the first one and find there to be tension. After I have secured you, I leave the room for a moment. This is the fun part for both of us, as you get to wonder what it is that will come next and what it is I am plotting for you. You can’t really hear me moving şişli escort around the apartment. I return and you sense me next to you on the bed.

I start running my fingernails across your chest, very lightly. You know they are there and the sensation is intense. I move them all over, in circles. Then I make my way to the waist of your pants. I undo them and I give you small kisses on your stomach and to any flesh that I expose as I begin to pull away your pants. I remove the rest of your clothes and look over you, as you lay naked on my bed. You can’t see me admiring you, as I begin running my hands up your legs, feeling every inch of them as I go, one hand on each leg. As I get to the top, I run my hands along each side of your cock, just barely touching. I move up, across your chest and I straddle you. I lean in and kiss your lips. As you kiss me, you realize that my lips do not taste as they normally do. They have a sweet taste, but there is something else. Ah yes, you realize it is vanilla.

We kiss a bit longer and I can feel your hardness beneath me. I move my body along yours and I run my bare breasts across your cock. You can feel each of my breasts on either side of your cock as I press them against it. I lick the tip as I am doing this, sending even more thrills through you. I continue sliding down you and for a moment, I do nothing. Then, you feel my mouth on your cock. But there is more…there is cold with it as well. You realize that the pause was for me to get an ice cube. As I suck your cock, you appreciate the sensations of warm and cold mixed together. From time to time, I allow the ice cube to touch your skin. I pull away and run my tongue along the underside of your cock, the cold metal that is in my mouth sending shivers and causing goose bumps over your body.

There is another pause in my movements on you, but you can sense that I am indeed moving a bit. I bring my finger to your lips and there is something on them. I run my finger over your lips, spreading it’s content and then insert it into your mouth. You can taste the sweetness of my own juices. Before you can remove it all, I assist by licking your lips as well. I kiss you more, as the sweet taste begins to fade. I move away from you and get off of the bed for a moment. You ask if I am leaving you and I do not respond. Out of nowhere, you feel something light and fluffy on your legs, then running up over your cock, up to your stomach and back around again. Then, again out of nowhere, right where the light fluffy feeling had been, you feel a quick, not painful, swat on your thigh. It is quick, and it excites you, but you are unsure of what it is I am doing to you.

I return the soft feeling to the spot that was just whipped and continue moving it about. Again, the soft feeling stops and the quick whip happens in its place. This goes on for a bit longer. You’re very hard and I am very eager to please, torment and consume. I return to your cock and again, I begin licking, sucking and devouring you. As I move on an upward stroke, I suck slightly harder. You moan a bit as I do this. You tell me that I am your naughty gurlie. That you like me being your naughty gurlie. I ask if I am pleasing you and you say that I am doing well so far, but there is more pleasuring to be done. I go back to the business at hand.

I continue to lick and suck, moving my piercing against you as I take you in. I move faster and as I can feel you getting close, I slow and then stop. I remove my mouth and straddle you again. I am facing away from you as I slide myself down onto you. I begin to ride you, not too fast and not too slow. I hear you move as if to try to grab for me, but the restraints will not allow it. I move one of my hands down to your balls, cupping them and playing, and the other I use to rub my clit as I ride your cock. I can feel all the wetness of our connection. I begin to move faster. Again, I can sense when you are close and I slow down. Then I remove myself from you. You let out a small sigh. I tell you not to worry, for I will bring you great pleasure and you will sleep a very satisfied man.

There sarıyer escort is a pause with no touch from me. Then, you feel my hands on you once more. They are very warm and feel slick. You realize that I am now rubbing oil into your skin. I move my body against yours as I do. As I slide against you, I rub my clit and pussy against your cock. I slide down again and resume licking and sucking you. This time, as you get ready to orgasm, I quicken my pace and I grab at your chest. I keep moving until I feel you expel your juice into my mouth. I swallow the warmth of you down and continue moving, a bit slower now. When I am done, you ask if you can be let up yet and I tell you no. I tell you that I am not done and that you have not been satisfied nearly enough. I begin to stroke you with my hands now. You have not gone completely soft, but at the touch of my hands, you being to stiffen again. I stroke you until you are rock hard again and then I straddle you once more.

I slowly lower myself, feeling you penetrate me once more. I moan at the pleasure of it and I begin riding you again at a slow pace. I want to make this last as long as I can. I rub my hands on you as I ride and then release one of your hands and bring it to my breast. You play with it a bit and ask if you can have it in your mouth. I lean forward a bit as you attempt to do the same. You lick around my nipple, feeling the hardness of it. I continue to ride, moving faster now as both of our excitement builds. I can feel that you are getting close again and I ride you harder and faster. Feeling your hard cock inside of me as I shift my hips as I move down onto you. I push into you harder and lean forward to bite your neck. I can feel my orgasm coming close as well and I ask you if you want me to come for you, to which you reply yes.

I ride you harder, still biting at your neck. I start to moan, telling you that I am so close, telling you that I want to come for you. As my orgasm takes me, I yell out. You can feel my walls spasming against you as I have my release. The sound of me calling out from my orgasm brings you to yours. You burst inside of me, moaning out and grabbing me with your free hand. I grasp your hand and intertwine my fingers in yours. I grab hard with the power of our combined pleasure. I bite you one last time and they lay myself against your chest. Resting a moment. I move again and then remove your other binding and the blindfold. You bring me to you and kiss me again. You play with my tongue with your own and run your fingers into my hair. You tell me that you have one last task to complete.

With that you flip me onto the bed and demand that I face the headboard and grab hold. You then take the scarf and wrap my eyes. You then begin caressing my back, running your hand down to my ass. You take your hand away and then bring it back with a stinging swat. It’s not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make me jump. You bring yourself against me. I can feel your breath on my back as you lean in and kiss. You move my legs apart while I am still holding onto the headboard. You press your cock between my thighs and into me. You pull me in closer to you. You look into the mirror in the headboard and watch as your cock enters me. In and out you move, watching it as it is penetrating me and knowing that I am feeling extreme pleasure from your touch. You being to move faster and I begin to moan and tell you to fuck me and that I love how it feels when your cock slides into me. You move faster, the headboard slamming against the wall as you thrust into me. You have one hand on my hip and the other is entangled in my hair, pulling my head back slightly as you take me. I am in ecstasy as I push back against you as you fuck me. I am allowing you to go as deep as you can with each motion. You move harder, making me cry out and then I release and am given to the throes of my orgasm.

You continue fucking me hard. You keep a consistent rhythm, our bodies coming together and moving apart. You soon have my coming yet again. Your cock is slippery with all my juices, you can see in the mirror as they drip. You fuck me harder still, listening to me as I cry out over and over how good you feel inside of me. You fill my insides and I can feel it drip down my thighs as you begin to soften. You grunt and press yourself against my back as you finish. You pull out of me and pull me back to rest against your chest. You remove the scarf and hold me in your arms. We are both exhausted and now it is time for sleep.

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Having just graduated with my MBA, I took a job with a company in the Southwest. I grew up in the northwest United States, but always wanted to live in a sunnier climate. The weather in Washington always got me down. I was looking forward to my new life in the sun. Life is more exciting and the women are much sexier here!

After moving in with my best friend growing up, I took a break from unpacking to try to get into a normal pattern in my new city. When I was going to school in Washington I would typically work out in my free time to clear my head. I would try to split my time between swimming and soccer. I played soccer quite a bit when I was younger, and I just didn’t want to let go of the skill that I had developed over the years, plus it was a great workout. I am 32 years old now, but I constantly get told that I look much younger. So on a warm afternoon I got into my typical training outfit — turf shoes, socks, thin soccer shorts (no underwear of course), and a sleeveless training shirt. The beauty of the southwest is that there are many more fields to kick the ball around in or go running. As I’m driving to the closest field, there are a number of amazing women going on runs in the neighborhood wearing short cotton shorts, and tight-fitting shirts — or just a sports bra. I definitely moved to the right place!

I pull up to the field and kick a few balls over the fence onto the pitch (what everyone else in the world calls a soccer field). It’s always fun to play in pick-up games, or on organized teams, but what I really enjoy is practicing on my own — working hard to get a good workout, and get a little better. It feels good to be sweaty and tired by the end of the workout. When I round the corner onto the field I notice I’m not alone. Jogging the perimeter of the field is a sexy young woman. Like the women I passed on the way, you are wearing a very short pair of cotton shorts, and a tight tank top. Your hair is pulled back tightly into a pony tail. As you run, I can’t help watching you– your hair bobs around emphasizing her energy, your tank top shows off your tight body, and your ass… oh that ass! Okay, I have to snap back to what I’m doing!

As I wrangle my soccer balls down to one side of the field, you (the sexy jogger) is also coming down the side of the field near me. I wave and smile, “Hi,” and you wave back and smile.

“Did she just double-take? She did!”

I glance at you as she continues running around the field. It goes on like this for about a half hour, I kick into the goal from different places, as she runs past me. We both act like we’re not checking each other out, but it’s pretty obvious! The heat of the sunny afternoon beginning to bear down on the field — it’s getting pretty hot. I take off my shirt to get more tan and enjoy the weather. This time, as you run by I see you looking me up and down. Despite my working out the sight of you has cause a bit of a stir in my shorts. I was becoming semi-erect — and when your just wearing workout shorts, it can be hard to hide! I shrug it off and enjoy my cock bouncing around in my shorts as I run after the ball.

You turn the corner and stop at the halfway line in the field where you left your bag and water bottle. I notice you stop, and my heart sinks a little because I’m sure you’re going to head out after your workout. Instead you take a quick drink, stretch your legs quickly and put your hands to the bottom hem of your tank top. “Oh yes, please!” I keep glancing over, but try not to be too obvious. In one quick motion you pull the top over your head and drop it to the ground by your bag. There you stand, so sexy and fit in the sun. The afternoon head causes your skin to shine with tiny droplets of sweat from your workout. Seeing more of your sexy body really gets me excited. To add to it, after stretching your arms briefly, you continue on your run. I stop to take a break as you jog by, I drink in your amazing body from your lovely legs up to your short shorts and the treasure they hide, to your tight tummy and sexy, firm breasts — held by a black sports bra. This time we both keep eye contact as your run by. I manage kind of a smirk, with a confident look — I want you. Your mouth is open as you breath but in kind of a smile with a hungry look in your eyes as you look me over.

As you run by again, I curse my damned shyness and keep working out. Many times my shyness worked to my advantage. Many women found it cute, sexy, or sometimes advanced on me perhaps for the challenge. I wasn’t too shy not to do anything, but with four sisters growing up, I was afraid to be “that guy — the creepy guy.” When talking with each girl I was with, they all reassured me that I have nothing to worry about with that, but I still don’t want to make women uncomfortable. Being frustrated I kick the bakırköy escort ball extra hard, taking my aggression out on the ball. This just sends the ball off in the wrong direction and, even worse, causes the back of my thigh to cramp up! I cringe as I limp around after my stupid action. You must have noticed because I see you deviate from your run and jog over to where I am limping around to “walk it off.”

“Are you okay?” You ask kindly, I can see there is real concern in your eyes.

“Ugh, I’m fine, I just have a cramp, but… uggg!” My leg cramps up even more as I stand. I quickly sit on the turf to try to stretch it, but I’m in a lot of pain.

You quickly kneel down by me and put your hand on my leg. “You really need to stretch your leg out. Where is your cramp?”

I mention that it is the back of my thigh. You don’t even ask you simply say, “Lay down.” How do I say no to such a sexy young woman?

As I lay down on my back, my cock is oriented straight out, causing a very noticeable tent in my soccer shorts. Your hands feel so good as they rub my leg. You have a gorgeous face and a warm smile as you try to help me — a stranger you don’t even know. As you rub my leg I see your eyes look up to my erection. You keep looking at it for a few seconds then to my eyes. There is a knowing “smile” in your eyes. There’s no denying the effect your having on me!

During this my erection has a mind of its own as it gets more engorged. Embarrassed I mutter, “excuse me” as I adjust myself. Now it’s pointing down and slightly less conspicuous — except for the fact that it is obviously positioned down my right leg — the same leg you are rubbing!

“This is kind of an awkward angle.” You say as you get up from where you are kneeling at the side of my leg. You let yourself back down and are sitting down on my lower leg as your hands go back to working the tight muscles in my thigh. It feels so amazing when you sit down on me — your perfect ass resting nicely on my leg. Your butt is firm, but not too firm. As your hands are on my upper leg, I can feel you start to move back and forth a bit on my lower leg with your ass. You must be rubbing your click on my leg!

This subtle movement further excites me — I love being used by sexy women! Let me be your toy to get you off. Your hands are all around my thigh as you slowly slide back and forth. I hear your breathing get more shallow. You really have me pinned down now. I’m on my back and your sitting on my leg.

After a few minutes of this you let out a quiet moan, and my erection is growing down the leg of my shorts. I try to think of something else so it doesn’t come out to say hello. You seem to wake from your trance and hop off my leg. I have to take a deep breath. This is really getting out of control! What if someone else comes to the field? That would be a sight for a team of little kids coming for practice!

But you’re not at all done with me. “Your still really tight in your thigh! Put your leg up on my shoulder, I’ll stretch you out.” It’s not a suggestion, it’s a command that comes from your pink lips. This feels strange, but I obey and you grab my leg. As you move my leg further up a few things happen:

Gravity pulls the leg of my shorts a little further down.

Your shoulder is holding my leg up, so your head is positioned just about a foot above my cock. You can see down my shorts as my erection is not fully exposed, but my head is peaking out.

I can see down your sports bra at your glistening cleavage.

All of this makes my erection more pronounced. There’s something you should know about me. While I’m not a crazy, sociopathic exhibitionist flashing everyone in sight, I find it exciting to be checked out. Occasionally, over the years, I’ve let my female neighbors catch me as I get changed or get myself off.

I hope you aren’t startled — instead you watch it for a minute rubbing my leg. Further up your hands travel, until they’re inches from my cock. This is agonizing! I prop myself up on my elbows to watch you while you rub my leg. You look up to me and coyly say, “You seem to really be enjoying this!”

“What can I say? You are, by far, the sexiest masseuse I’ve ever had! And you have suck a great touch.” I say grinning.

“Why, thank you!” You say in a playful sweet voice. “I’m happy to help.” When you say ‘help’ you reach down and give my cock a soft squeeze through my shorts.

You laugh and hop up. I prop myself up, unable to get up right away because of my the condition I’m in. My leg is fine though.

“I saw you playing while I was running. You’re pretty good, but I think I could kick your ass out there!” You smirk as you nod to the goal.

Smiling I play back, “I’d love to see you try to do that, but I’d hate to embarrass you after all you’ve done for me!”

“Get up little boy!” You joke — at this point my erection has gone down enough that I can get up without having my cock at full mast, but it is still noticeable.

“I’m beşiktaş escort Matt, by the way.”

“Andrea.” Our names seem like a formality after it is clear what both of our intentions are.

I tap the ball to you and as I jog past you to get between you and the goal I grab your hips for a second. (Your skin is so soft and I love the wetness from your sweat!) “Come and get it!” I challenge, smiling.

You dribble the ball from foot to foot. You’re not too bad — not awesome, but not bad! This is my chance! I go in like I’m going to go in for the ball. Our feet are both kicking to the ball as our legs get a bit tangled up. I put my hand on your hip to keep us both on our feet as we fight for the ball. My other hand grabs your hand to pull you in.

In one quick motion I pull you close to me, I kick the ball away. While I pull you in my hand, involuntarily (but happily) moves down the curve of your ass. It is forceful so I feel the firmness of your flesh. “Hey!” You playfully shout in complaint of my shady move. But it all happens in a second — we tumble to the ground in a wet tangle of legs and arms. As we fall I manage to position myself to let you fall onto me, so I don’t hurt you. I come down hard on my back, and your slim body comes down on mine. Your fall positions you in such a way that my cock is pressing through my shorts on your bare tummy. Your head softly comes to rest on my chest.

We both just lay there, you on me as we breath hard to catch our breath. Your body on mine is causing my erection to grow again. Which I’m sure you notice. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look up at me from where your laying on me.

“Wow — this is fun, but I want to play with something else!” With that your eyes are looking at me playfully, but with a determined gleam.

You pull yourself up to a straddling position and rest yourself on my growing erection. The pressure feels so good as I can feel the softness of your mound through your shorts pressing into me.

You begin to grind, as you are sitting up, hands on my chest.

“Mmmm… that feels good.” You moan.

My hands have found their way up your legs to your shorts. Sliding my hands past the material I move to your ass. Your are really grinding me now. Back and forth with your hips. As my fingers caress your ass, it becomes clear that there aren’t any panties between your ass and my hands. My fingers grab and trace your checks as you move rhythmically on my hard cock.

You are really getting into it and your head leans back. Quickly I slide out from under you as I pull you to your back on the ground. One of my legs is straddling one of your legs causing my cock to rub up against your hip, and your clit to rub up against my leg.

Immediately you grab my ass and pull me in close as you grind up against me again. At this point we kiss for the first time — passionately. Our tongues dance back and forth in each others’ mouths. Mimicking the give and take of sex. My hand slides up your stomach to one of your tits. Your tight sports bra is holding them back. So after I feel your breast and your hardening nipple through your bra, I slide my hand under. Your skin is so soft and your breast feel so amazing. Perfect! One of my hands is pulling you close and my other is touching your soft tits and flicking your nipples gently between my fingers. Occasionally I gently pinch your nipples.

“Ohhhh!” You love this and you reach down to my cock. It is straining in my shorts and after rubbing the length of it a few times and giving it a squeeze, you pull it out. My cock is now out in the open, but it doesn’t matter to me because it feels so amazing as you begin to run your soft hands up and down my erection.

The sun is beginning to go down and casts a reddish hue to our skin, making us look more like objects of passion.

As you stroke my cock my hand finds its way through your shorts, passed the crack of your ass, and to your wet pussy. You are still grinding your clit into me, but my finger teases your wetness. I let your body guide me in as you grind, I simply let my fingers go deeper and deeper — closer and closer. After my finger slides into your pussy, you let our a moan. Now I need you!

My fingers then begin to trace circles around your pussy, and rub near your asshole, then back into your wetness. One finger is replaced by two. You are soaking wet now. At the same time your hands are masterfully working my cock.

“Stand up, Matt!” You command in a quiet growl.

We untangle and I stand up, my cock out of my shorts up in the air. You get up to your knees and pull yourself up to my erection. Your eye level with it now. Your eyes never leave mine as you lick up the length of it. I try to hold your eye contact, but I can’t help moaning with pleasure as your lips and tongue run up and down the length.

A flick of the tongue on my tip is a preface to your taking my cock as far into your mouth as you can. It feels so good, beylikdüzü escort your tongue on the bottom length of my cock while your wet lips wrap around it with silk warmth. Your saliva creates such a warm wetness as your tongue slithers about my cock.

Your head begins to bob up and down on my cock — as you let me fuck your mouth. I love seeing your ponytail flailing about as you expertly give me the most amazing blowjob of my life.

Let me take a minute to explain to you women why blowjobs are so amazing. They feel like the warmest, wettest sex you will ever experience! On top of that if the girl is good at it, she will be able to control her tongue and lips in such as way that you won’t know where you are anymore! When they really suck you in then let your cock pop as they release you, it is the most amazing feeling.

You are doing just that on me and I can feel my cum welling up. I’m in control of when I release, but I tap into my darker side and forcefully pull your head down onto my cock a few more times. You don’t relent and your saliva is running down my cock and balls.

At this point, I pull you up gently and you continue to stroke me as we kiss again. I pull your bra up over your head and fondle your newly freed tits.

“Your turn, Andrea.” I say as I lay you down. You’re propped up on your elbows so you can see what I do. Your nipples hard as you rub them with the tips of your fingers. Your legs are slightly spread and your shorts are dark where your pussy has made them wet.

I rub my hands up the length of your legs and reach my hands down to your ass and pull your hips up as I lean down to rub my nose and mouth onto your mound through your wet shorts.

“Mmm… you smell so good.” I lick your wetness on your shorts. This makes you jump a little with excitement. Anticipation. With that I rip off your shorts to reveal your glistening pussy. Your pink lips are begging for my attention — which I happily give.

I give a few long licks with the tip of my tongue, as I rhythmically rub your clit with my fingers. This sends you into a blissful state and you collapse down to the ground. Your hands immediately begin to play with your tits and pinch your nipples in concert to my licking. My hand and tongue trade places so I am now licking and sucking hard on your clit as my fingers find your wet cunt. They slide in but I am amazed at how you can tighten your muscles around them at will.

“mmmm …. MMMM… MMM… OHHH!” You are starting to reach the point of no return.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! OH! I’M CUMMING!” You arch your back in extasy as your orgasm rocks you there on the soccer field. As you come down from it, you look up at the amber sky, then down to me. I have a smile on my face but continue to rub your pussy to keep you from totally cooling down from your orgasm.

“Fuck, Matt — that was amazing!” My erection has gone down a bit because I was focusing my attention on you and getting you off. Seeing that you flip me over so now my back is on the ground and you straddle my face. You begin to take my cock in your mouth in such a determined way that within seconds I am rock hard again. Meanwhile I am hungrily tonguing your cunt and rubbing your asshole. Your juices taste so good!

After I am ready to go, you turn around and position my cock at you wet hole. Slowly you lower yourself onto me — “OHHHH, that’s so good!” You love the way I fill you up. Once you have taken me all in, you rock back and forth, letting my cock massage your g-spot.

You lean down to me so I can suck and bite on your nipples as you start to ride me. My hands are on your ass, gripping your hard and helping push you back down onto me. Seeing you ram yourself onto me is so sexy. I feel like I am simply being used for my fleshy dildo — and I love it!

Is doesn’t take long for you to reach another climax as you start to thrust down onto me harder and harder. All of your inhibitions (if you had any) are gone now and you are screaming, “Yes! YES! OH FUCK YESSSSS!!!” Your cunt constricts around my cock as you climax, nearly sending me over the edge. I flex my puboccygeus muscle and breath deeply, effectively delaying my impending orgasm. After you come down you are temporarily exhausted, but you eagerly get off of me and kneel down and rest your head on your arms on the ground, sticking your ass up at me — inviting me in. I kneel down on one knee behind you pushing my cock down to your waiting pussy.

Teasingly, I rub around your pussy, slapping your clit a few times with my cock. This gets you extremely worked up — frustrated you reach back and grab my cock and position it at your hole. With that, I slam myself in with one move. You scream in pleasure as I steadily thrust in and out of you. You look back and watch me as I take you deep, my balls slapping your pussy as I drive myself into you. I can feel myself reaching the edge of control and my eyes start to glaze over.

Noticing this you command, “Cum in me, baby! Cum for me!”

This sends me over and stream after stream of cum fills the inside of your wetness. A while back I had a vasectomy, so I happily empty everything I have into you. I was so built-up, that I came more than I ever had in my life — my climax seemed to last forever!

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