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Sam caught cheating with his step brother’s friend and Sam needs to explain everything happened, in detail! Chapter 1:4 Just a Kiss

Siting naked on his lap, I kissed him, grinding my cushy round ass against his erected dick. He slanted down on the couch and I gently twitched my rump, keeping his tender cock pulsating inside me. I jerked my hips forward and backward, letting his cock slide thru my wet bum slit. I kept looking at his eyes, holding my hand over his forearm, which he kept around my waist. His cock felt incredibly filled, down inside me. Its veins rubbed inside my ass, tweaking my prostrate. I licked my dry lips with my wet tongue, bent down and kissed his thick lips. I bounced on his lap letting his hard rod plunge deeper inside me. I moaned loud as his hips moved faster, pressing his cock inside me, hard and deep.

Later that night in our dinner table Geo sat opposite to me, rolling his eyes over me. He certainly looked frustrated and furious. I gets nervous when I see him like this. After dinner Daddy and Annie left to their room I sat in front of him bowing my head like a culprit, caught in act. I was extremely nervous to look at his face. Twining my fingers, I sat silent. He was nervous too. He stuttered to start the talk after long silence. I peeked in between with guilty eyes to see his face. I squeezed my lips in anxiety.

“How can you do this Sam?” Geo opened up.

“In our house, in our couch?” His anger bursts.

“Why would you do that? Geo stressed.

I bowed my head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Geo, please,” I said wailing softly without looking at him.

Geo frantically taped his leg on the table. The glassed over the table rattled loud.

“How can you be so, SO stupid?” Geo screamed.

“Did he force for this?” Geo queried again.

I didn’t say anything.

“Okay! at least tell me, did he hurt you?” he supplicated for my reply.

I just couldn’t say anything back. I just looked down feebly. Geo masked his lips, disappointed in my silence.

“Why are you not saying anything? he asked me staring right in to my eyes as I looked up.

“Answer me!” he screamed gently.

Geo disappointed in my repeated silence. He scratched his head in disbelief.

“That puny little rat…!” Geo screamed.

“Listen Sam, I get it. You can talk to me,” he tried to sound calmer.

Geo tried to be softer, I found some sanity in his tone.

“At least, tell me that was the first time, right?” he asked curiously, keeping his angry face.

“First time?” I gently whispered looking down.

I can’t tell him a lie. The best I can do is keep my mouth shut. I tried to look back at him.

“Not the first time… not the first time,” I replied softly tapping my legs nervously on the floor breathing nervously.

“Of course NOT,” he shouted looking furious once again.

“Tell me when it all started, from the beginning,” after a few seconds tense moments he demanded.

I tried to regain some courage. I was nervous as I tried to cover my mouth with my trembling fingers. I looked at him and saw him anxiously waiting for me to say something.

“COME ON SAM!” he shouted losing his patience over my embarrassed silence.

“Why? Tell me,” he repeated stamping his hand on the table.

“I can explain,” I pursed my lips nervously and gradually replied after long pause.

“Explain, everything from beginning, I want to hear every detail” he demanded.

“Explain, why you and were humping naked, on our couch,” he said.

“Explain, why ma dear Sam keeping dirty secrets from me, “he continued taunting me with his questions.

“Geo, please forgive me…,” I stuttered gently as I tried to speak, looking at his fearsome eyes.

“It all happened accidently,” I tried to explain.

“It was… not his fault,” I said nervously.

“Remember that day,” I began my cuckold story from where it all began.

Almost three months back on a rainy Saturday Geo brought his old classmate home. His name was Johnson aka Jonny. He was in football team with Geo. He looked pretty similar to Geo in physique and built. He wore a black polo t shirt and khaki trousers that day. He had leaner eyes profound nose and much thicker lips than Geo similar to me. He had a little beard under his lower lip, which I found strangely attractive.

We all had a decent time that day. We secretly took daddy’s wine bottle and had it with pizza we ordered. Under the influence of the kinky wine we talked a lot of things. Actually, they talked about a lot of things and I just listened then enthusiastically. By my understanding, Jonny moved to a better college with more support for extracurricular activities.

Jonny was bold and actually asked a lot of things to me like he knew me personally. They both were nineteen, but he seemed much more thoughtful or can say shrewder than Geo. He asked me about my latest activities and hobbies. He asked me whether I had any girlfriend. He also asked me whether I had someone in my mind. He seemed to give me more significance than any other boys gave me except Geo. I find it really comfortable answering him, even if those were personal queries.

Maybe it was the almanbahis wine but, I sensed some kind of flirtatious tone during his talks. I ignored them quite blindly. My brother was not sharp enough get those. I thought, maybe I don’t talk to the boys much openly in my college and suddenly, this guy’s questions making me wary. It was hard for me to believe that he does not had a girlfriend yet, in his new college. I and Geo both mocked him when he said so. After the time well spent, we parted pleasingly, till the next time.

At that night, under the warm bed light in our room, Geo fucked me passionately pressing his curvy piston back and forth inside my buttery ass. Geo took his favored position, poising his sturdy crotch between my thighs. Holding on to my waist, Geo trusted his cock in my ass, gently quaking my hips. I licked my lips and received his cock blissfully inside me. That night, I felt something strange and unusual. It was not Geo, when I close my eyes, whose face flashed in front of me. It was rather bizarre, as it never happened to me before. In fact, I never had to close my eyes in front of Geo.

I moaned unusually loud, holding my hands on to his elbow. My cock was stone hard and leaked juice abnormally. As my tiny melons waved in motion, I turned my head on the bed and closed my eyes. Feeling all the warmth inside me, turning me horny as ever, I enjoyed his rocking, just like every Saturday night. I revved my ass on to his cock, made Geo cum as fast as possible. It was not him fucking me tonight, I mesmerized. I use to take it slow, but today I was in some other mood. I grabbed my erection with my hand and started stroking it. Within a few jerks, I came moaning high on to my belly. My warm cum dripped over my fleshy tummy and oozed down through the side.

“You were so intense,” Geo probed curiously after we cleaned up ourselves and sat on the bed.

“I was,” I replied pulling my camisole on to my arms looking at his curious face.

“Yea, oddly loud too.” he reviewed.

“Yaa? Really?” I asked back.

Geo nodded his head and pulled on his pajama over his shoulders.

“Maybe, it was the wine…” I answered rather curelessly.

I couldn’t realize that I had moaned or made unusual noise.

“hha.., I thought you had something twisty inside your head,” he mumbled.

“Like what?” I asked him curiously.

“I don’t know, maybe, never mind.” he retreated.

“Maybe it was the food, and the rain too…” I added hiding the truth before him. I never done that before.

“You finished all by yourself too,” he sounded bit grumpy.

We used to cum together or he finishes me after he fill my ass.

“Sorry!” I apologized gently and kept mute.

“How do you find Jonny? His sudden enquiry took me by shock.

“He, seemed nice.” I replied after a gentle pause.

“He looked a bit, off today,” Geo added.

“Did you like him?” he asked me looking on to my eyes.

“Like him? Why would I? I replied suddenly pulling the camisole over my head to my torso.

“No, I just saying, he is just a bit you know, kinky” he cautioned me.

For a moment I though we both knew what just happened. I was just trying to cover it and he is trying to warn me of him.

“You remember I told about him, a while back?” he reminded me.

“Yea, playboy!” I remembered.

“Yea, playboy,” He repeated my lips.

“But he seemed fine,” I corrected him.

“I’m not saying he is bad” Geo emphasized again.

“Just be careful with him, okay?” he advised me again.

“Okay, if you say so” I nodded my head.

“Yea, I will be careful.” I ensured.

That night sleep come to me late. The last few minutes of talking with Geo actually made me to think of him further. I may have cheated Geo with Jonny in my mind. But instead of feeling guilt, I felt surprisingly content.

I am Samson. Everybody calls me Sam. My daddy calls me Sami. I am twenty years old. I live with ma parents and my younger brother George and our little sister Jenna. George is just one year younger than me. We called him Geo. Jenna is seven years old. I lost my mom when I was seven. Daddy then remarried to Annie when I was ten, she already had George then obviously. It took me some time to adjust with my new mom and step brother. But as we grew up together we became best buddies. I could not really get attached to Annie. But Geo turned out to be the best thing happened in my life. While daddy and Annie pound their time kindling with their new-born Jenna, I and Geo had special interests and plans of our own.

Geo and I are of almost same age but we had entirely different interests. Geo loves football and I love smart games like chess or poker. He was swift agile but I was cleverer. He was good in sports and I in studies. His voice grew to be more masculine where I stood on softy side like that of my mom. We complemented each other pretty well. My parents had never to worry about us because they knew we look after each other, no matter what.

As our teen phase moved to the end, we moved along accepting all the good and bad of adulthood like sex, porn, girls and smoke. We used to read dirty magazines together, watch porn together almanbahis yeni giriş smoke together and jack off together. By the time I reached eighteen we were pretty clear about our sexual interests. Geo was like a chick magnet. Girls loved and adored him. Needless to say, I also took the pride and privilege to say him as my brother and buddy.

It was almost a year back, during those the hormone rushing phases of my life I started realizing that I not only like Geo as my brother, I loved him more than anything. The feelings that I consumed when I see him talking to other boy or a girl was pure jealousy out of my bottomless love for Geo. Geo and I were so close he understands me more than anyone. Geo too accepted the fact that I love him more than just as a brother. That was the only thing stinging me from inside. But my nervousness looking him naked in room or the sudden shyness that I display, when he rushes into the bathroom, naked, dangling his dick was duly noted by him. Sleeping in undies caressing each other started feeling different then. Watching porn and jerking off each other seemed more layered and emotional. My focus turned towards his erection more than the porn even if my eyes stared the TV all the time. We had a talk about it finally. I was really afraid to say that I might not be straight at all. I knew I like girls but not more than him. In fact, I never noticed a boy or a man with the same ogle eyes that I see him. But it was so easy for him to accept me as the way I was. It could have gone sideways, but not. Our relationship just got an upgrade after that day.

“So that’s it? You had a fascination?” Geo asked me calmly.

“and you decide to hide that from me,” he said in anger.

“I asked about him, remember?” he demanded my explanation.

“What happened after that?” he queried.

“Remember, whatever happened, it’s not your fault, I know.” he tried to comfort me.

I could not admit the fact that he was trying to protect me, even though I told him it was not Jonny’s fault. I shook my head in dejection and bowed down.

“How the hell did he persuaded you?” he was worried and frustrated. His eyes were widening and face filled with anger.

“Look Sugar, you have to tell me exactly what happened. I promise I won’t get angry,” he swayed me again after a few seconds of deaf silence.

“Remember that day, you came late and he was already here, waiting for you?” I reminded, slowly bricking up each word by word nervously shy.

“Haa? Ohh!” he seemed to be remembering the evening.

“He told you, he came just few minutes back,” I continued stuttering.

“Yaa, I remember. I told him to come by seven, to collect his game DVD.” Geo recollected.

“He was already here at our living room, sitting with you, side by side” he gathered his memory.

“Something happened? before I came? “he leaned on to me, anxiously.

“No, nothing like that,” I shook my head suddenly.

“What?” he sounded attentive but lowered his tone, so that I can continue without fear.

I find it really difficult to explain things to him, siting like this, getting interrogated at my home.

“That day, he was already here, before even I came home,” I explained.

“Daddy was waiting for me at the gate, so that he and Annie can leave with Jenna” I continued.

“Where were you?” Geo asked me.

“With my friends, having a small party,” I said.

“I had wine.” I clarified.

“I was home by six thirty, daddy left then leaving me with,” I clarified.

“So…. you are saying, he was here half an hour before me?” Geo asked me all surprised.

“Yes, he was “I memories.

I remembered that day coming home bit tipsy. I had a narrow escape from daddy, as he was in a hurry to go. Otherwise, he would have caught me woozy. Inside our house, Jonny was sitting on the couch. I ran towards our couch and threw my bag, back on the couch. I was supposed to be home by six.

“Here. Drink some water,” Jonny brought me cold water from our fridge.

“hhhmm. So cold!” I laughed gulping the cold sip right through my throat.

He sat near to me.

“Feels better,” I said.

“George told me to come by seven.” he clarified.

“Then, why you are here already?” I asked, mockingly patting on his arm gently.

“I was home alone, all bored,” he claimed his innocence.

“Interesting! boy like you, nothing to do at home?” I taunted him.

“Well, the truth is, I thought I can come here, and give you company. George told me your parents will leave home in the evening” he exclaimed.

“That’s true, but I was caught up” I giggled.

“I can see. Party?” he asked.

“Hmm, old friends.” I replied regaining my senses slowly.

“hhaa, always fun to meet old buddies” he laughed.

“Hmm, I think so.” I replied gently.

“I miss them.” I said.

“You were close?” he enquired.

“Yea, only few” I replied watching his face closely.

“What about you?” I asked hm.

“Friends? Have a few, football gang, tuition class,” he chuckled.

“and girlfriends?” I asked curiously gawking him.

“Yea, had. Was bit famous back then,” I chucked again.

“Just almanbahis giriş fun, nothing serious,” he explained.

“Geo told me you used to have many girlfriends at a time” I teased him playfully.

“Hhaaa, Geo was not bad either” he laughed.

“I plead guilty!” he said smiling bowing his head before me.

“You guys are so lucky…” I snarled holding my hands onto my cheeks facing him.

“Lucky?” he asked.

“Yeas, of course!” I reacted.

“Everybody liked you guys, strong, athletic, famous, girl magnets,” I explained.

“And there were guys like us lived among you, invisible and excluded” I hummed.

“Can I tell something? that’s not true, well may be for Geo” he said after a long pause looking at me seriously.

“He is really lucky” he said having his head.

“Why? Geo got more girlfriends”? I asked him curiously holding my head between my wrists.

“No, better than a girlfriend” he replied quickly.

“A true buddy, forever!” he finished and kept on gazing on to my eyes.

It took me few moments to realize that he was talking about me.

“How come?” I asked, trying to remain unhinged.

“A buddy like you is all that one wish” he grimed.

“You are talking not about me, right?” I asked him giggling sweeping my hands around my head.

“In fact, I am,” he reacted.

“Hmm?” I hummed gently smiling.

“I think you too have a really special bond,” he continued.

“A unique one!” he exclaimed.

Suddenly I burst in to laugh. I was fully awakened. The tiny grass beneath his lips fell in to my notice again. I seriously didn’t believed guys like him get jealous, seeing us.

“You are kidding me, right?” I laughed again nudging his arm.

“Look Sam, I had this thing in my mind for some time” he said, nervously staring at me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him calmly, noticing the sudden change in his tone.

All of a sudden, I panicked watching him spreading his hands bending towards me. I lifted my hands and tried to push him as he wrapped his hands around my hips. He hugged me.

“What are you doing Jimmy? Leave me!” I yelled gently, tried to free him from me.

My hands held on to his arm and chest, my head on his left shoulder. His hands were pulling me closer to him.

“No, no!” I tried to escape from his grip with minimal force.

Jonny slowly loosened his grip from my waist as I pulled myself back, pushing against his chest. There was a certain pause in between as I looked on to his eyes, resisting him thru words. He moved his face closer to me and jerked his lips probing towards me. I swiftly twisted my face to one side and jolted my body.

“No…. Don’t” I yelled again gently.

Jonny followed me as I leaned back on the couch escaping his buzz. He bent down, holding his hand around my back.

“Stop it Jonny…!” I resisted him looking right on to his hungry eyes.

“Don’t do this,” I plead again.

Jonny’s desiring lips once gain leaned on me. I turned my head once again to other side.

“Please don’t…!” I begged.

I was feeling the tautness all of a sudden. Jonny was really on to me the whole time. I should have guessed the clues., instead I tried to play along. He made me afraid and nervous. His smell started to fog my head. I was in dilemma. I was resisting him physically. But my mind started bending my thoughts. I tried to look at him, but I couldn’t. His eyes were so full of desire. The desire that I saw only in my Geo.

“Please, Jonny, leave me,” I plead again.

Jonny pulled my head back, holding his hand beneath my cheek. His other hand enclosed around back of my head. I grabbed his forearm and tried to pull away his grip. He almost kissed me then. But I arched further back escaping his face. Finally, he did it anyway. His thick soft lips buzzed hard on to mine. I squeaked, gently pushing him after few seconds. He suddenly stopped. His hand still curled on to my back.

“What are you doing Jonny?” I breathed hard and screeched.

I gawked right onto Jonny’s eyes. He was looking down on to my cherry lips.

“It’s wrong!” I shrieked gently forcing him back.

Jonny tried to press on to me again with his lips moving close to me. I kept on shouting gently for him to retrieve back.

“This is wrong, please…” I begged again.

Jonny leaned on to me further back as I slide down back on to the couch. Crawling towards my face, he bussed his lips again on to mine making me whine.

“STOP, please!” I giggled and gagged.

I pushed Jonny firmly. His face was inches away from me. He was nervous and restless.

“Please dear…. you are stealing my sleeps for months,” he whispered.

“Just let me kiss you once,” he requested. I shook my head in denial.

“No! This is silly. I can’t do it.” I wailed mildly.

“I’m just like George.” he shouted.

Jonny took me completely by shock. I went speechless and motionless all of a sudden. I froze for a moment. I just kept on gawking on to his eyes. My cognizance really stopped processing thoughts for some seconds. I steered away my eyes and gave it a wild thought. I took a deep breath, grunting slightly. I looked at him just to see his restless face again. I twitched my hips and carefully crafted my reaction. It was really the moment of truth. The truth that I should accept soon. Accept the reality that I cannot content my inner desires with Geo forever.

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Yesterday when I got home from work I found my package had finally arrived. I wanted to use what was inside it but I didn’t give into the temptation. I wanted today to be worth it, and it was.I have never bought sex toys before and I wasn’t sure what to get at first, but after talking with a couple people I found something just right for me. I got a small vibrator egg that’s pink. It is wireless and comes with a remote, too.After I took my shower I started playing with my nipples, they were already getting erect because all I could think about was my new toy. I then went and laid on my bed and moved my hands from my nipples down to my shaved pussy lips. I started to rub my fingers on the outside just to tease. travesti istanbul I was already getting worked up and I didn’t want to be late so I forced myself to stop playing. At least for now.I took the egg and put it in between my pussy lips and made sure it was touching on my clit. I finished getting dressed and headed to work, making sure to stick the remote in my purse before I left.I knew today would be a long day because I was already feeling the effects of my new toy in between my legs and it wasn’t even on yet.Just before I got out of the car for work I hit the button once on the remote and started a low buzzing in my pants. I started to second guess what I was doing, but before I could stop istanbul travestileri myself I got out of the car and headed into work, the egg still buzzing away.I decided while I was at work, if anyone was to say the word ‘lunch’ (because that’s all people think about when they go to work) I would have to press the button on my remote. I could choose to turn it off or to a different setting.I heard people say ‘lunch’ eleven times today.When I heard it said one of those times I pressed the button and it started on one of my favorite settings and I couldn’t take it anymore. I went into the bathroom, pulled my pants down once I was locked into a stall, and then pulled my panties to the side and istanbul travesti stuck my fingers in my wet dripping pussy while my egg continued to buzz on my clit. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to wash over me, it was hard to keep quiet.I cleaned up, straightened up my clothes, and went back to work like nothing happened. Little did I know, I wasn’t alone in there.I went the rest of the day doing my work, trying not to pay attention to what was going on between my legs. I still had the egg buzzing away and my pussy was on fire. After work I wanted to cum again so badly, but I waited until I got home. It took all my self-control I had left but I made it.As soon as I walked in the door I was taking off my clothes. I made a trail as I walked to my bedroom and by the time I got there all I had on was my tiny black lace thong.I stopped at the mirror in my room and admired my body. My breasts weren’t the biggest you have ever seen, but I still liked them just the same.

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No, no she thinks as she suddenly loses power in her car. All the electronics in the cabin flash at her before dying. This can’t be happening, not now she laments in her mind realizing that her car battery had just died. “Perfect,” she mutters under her breath sarcastically as she looks out into the night, seeing the worst storm of the decade lash through the forest of evergreens, swaying them from side to side. The hurricane force winds shaking the car as the rain pelts against the window, lightning flashes in the sky illuminating the shadow of a house just up the road.It’s better than sitting here she thinks to herself, mentally preparing for her ordeal through the storm to the house. She clasps the door handle, lifting it slightly before the wind rushes in and rips the door from her hand, slamming it open; icy rain flying through the open portal. She quickly steps out and struggles to shut the door against the raging wind, the rain knifing through her dress. Fucking weatherman, she thinks, couldn’t see this storm? She starts her walk to the driveway, leaning into the wind lest she gets blown away.The one hundred meter driveway feels like an eternity to her as the rain slashes through her dress and stings her exposed skin on contact. What should have been a pleasurable stroll was turned into a battle against the elements as she makes it to the awning covering the door. She looks up and takes a hold of the bronze knocker with chilled, shaking fingers. She slams the knocker against the door three times, crashes barely heard above the booming of thunder above.No answer.She goes to knock again when the door swings inward with a hiss of wind. She looks up and sees him.He holds the door open with one hand, his other holding up his white downy towel around his midsection. He looks out into the storm, surprised to see someone standing on his front porch. He sees her look up at him, as he takes in her image. Blonde hair turned black as night framing her face as it drips into the puddle at her feet, her dress clamped against her body, hugging her every curve, soaking wet, making rivulets run down her bare skin which glows red with exposure. Her mascara smudged around her eyes and down her cheeks from the storm.She goes to open her mouth as he says, “Come inside, I’ll grab you some towels and some spare clothes for you,” as he waves her in. istanbul travesti Without another word she comes inside, almost falling as she stumbles up the step, right into his arms. He feels her shivers as he catches her by the upper arms, steadying her. He pushes the door shut behind her, the howling wind being reduced to a low moan in the background.“Make yourself at home, I’ll be back in a minute or two,” he tells her before running up the stairs, two at a time, exposing his muscular thighs to her. She looks around his mudroom, noticing how Spartan it was. Plain white walls, a simple closet to one side, white tiled floors with no pattern on it. She moves into the hallway, following him and seeing more of the house. Tiled floors gave way to polished oak hardwood, the walls painted a soft yellow with picture frames of nature and wildlife adorning the walls, a grandfather clock nestled beside the base of the stair. She sees doors leading into a living room area, a soft white carpet on the floor contrasted against the black leather couches, low coffee tables matching the couches with a fireplace in the middle of the room.“Here you go,” his voice says from behind her, startling her. He had moved with such silence and grace that she never noticed him coming up close behind her.“Thank you,” she replies to him, reaching out and accepting a different white towel and some spare clothes from him; all male. She notices that he had replaced his towel with a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Simple, yet extremely sexy.“There is a bedroom up the stairs where you can change. It’s the first door on the left,” he tells her as he steps aside. She nods her head and heads towards the stairs. The steps are silent as she goes up, intrigued by what else she will find there. At the top of the stairs the hardwood floors continue as she walks into the first bedroom on the left. Here, the hardwood gives way to a plush blue carpet, the walls painted a soft beige colour, elegant nature pictures hanging on the walls, including one of Monet’s lily ponds.There is a king sized four poster bed with a canopy, curtains hanging down and tied at the posts. As she reaches out to run her hands through the curtains she remembers her soaked dress. She reaches down and grabs the hem of it, careful to not squeeze it too hard and wring it out on the floor. She pulls travesti istanbul it upwards, listening to the sticky sounds as it pulls away from her skin; pulling it above her head. She opens the closet and finds it empty, only plastic white hangers inside. She grabs one of the hangers and puts her dress on it, hanging it off the hook behind the door for it to dry out.She walks naked over to the bed, running her hands through the curtains, discovering them to be extremely soft. Silk? but she’s not sure. She then leans down and pushes on the comforter on the bed, her hand sinking into it. I bet that’s comfy. She walks back towards the towel she dropped on the floor; picking it up and wrapping herself in it. The fire in the living room had warmed her up and stopped her shivers, but the towel is even warmer. She snuggles into it, feeling herself getting warmer and warmer by the second, drying all the water droplets that lingered.She drops the towel to the ground again and regards the clothes. A pair of grey sweatpants with white drawstring. At least they’ll stay up, then. She slips them on, feeling of soft the inside of it is against her bare legs. She then examines the top, a simple sweater dark blue. Way too big, but it’s all I’ve got. She pulls it on, loving the same warm soft feeling. I was right. The sleeves hang past her hands and the sweater dangles past her waist. She senses a faint smell of man on the sweater, mmm.She notices a mirror facing the bed and examines herself. He has some good tastes; I actually look good in all this. Now what to do with my hair? She picks it up and lets it drop. She can feel how damp and wet it still is from her five minutes out in the storm. It’ll dry quicker if I leave it down.She then walks over to her purse, taking out her mascara once more. She glances around the room. Kleenexes? She spots a box on the bedside table. She cleans herself up as best she can, removing her racoon eyes and mascara lines from her cheeks, before reapplying it. That’s better, she thinks as she grins at herself. She moves back to the bedroom door and heads back down the stairs to the living room to rejoin her mysterious saviour.She slips down the stairs and into the living room noticing that he had restocked the fire, making the room significantly warmer as the flames licked up the chimney. He is sitting on a chair istanbul travestileri to the right of the fireplace, a glass of red wine in his hand. He looks up at her as she enters, moving to sit on the couch across from the fire, noticing a glass of red wine poured for her too. “I took the liberty of pouring you a glass as well,” he says motioning with his own glass.She looks down into her lap, blushing, as she reaches for the glass. “Thank you,” she says looking into his icy blue gaze before taking a sip. “I’m Nicole,” she says as she places her glass back down on the table beside the couch.“Curtis,” he replies to her, dipping his head in her direction. “You’re lucky I was home,” he begins to tell her, “or you may have been stuck out in this storm.”“Thank you for taking me in, I hope I won’t be a burden,” she answers him with a slight gleam in her eye.“Nonsense, you won’t be a burden. It’s my pleasure to have you, it’s nice to have company for a change,” he tells her before raising his glass to his mouth, the flames dancing within the red wine.  He notices her quick glance down to his hand and the slight upturn of her mouth upon not seeing a wedding band but chooses to say nothing.  “So what brings you out this way?” he asks.“I’m traveling back to my parents’ house. I wanted to surprise them tonight, but I guess that won’t be happening anymore due to this infernal storm,” gesturing to the window and the bright flashes of lightning. “I can’t believe the weatherman was unable to predict this storm happening!” He smiled gently at her over the rim of his glass. “Do you live here by yourself then?”“For parts of the year. This is one of several properties I own. This, however, is my favourite one.”Her eyebrows rise at the mention of several properties. He must’ve inherited money; he looks way too young to have earned all of this. But he doesn’t have the air of superiority that those born into wealth always seem to have. He seems …. Humble almost.“May I ask you what you do Nicole?” he interrupts her thoughts.She blushes heavily. Do I make something up? Or do I tell him what I really do? Before she could stop herself she was telling him what she really did, “I’m a medical student just finished up my third year, but I work two jobs at the same time. I’m a bartender/waitress during the week and I work as a model on weekends.” Her face blushes even more, and not due to the wine or heat of the fire. “You need something to pay the bills, right?” she says as she tosses back her bangs from her eyes. He nods his head in agreement with her second statement before taking a sip of wine.

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She looked at them. She felt it. She felt all their gazes. As Ashley sashayed down the hallway, it’s like she could read the boys’ thoughts as she looked at them. “Goddamn, she’s fine.”She got that a lot. For some reason, she drove the opposite sex crazy. She was tomboyish with girly-girl tendencies. As for her self-esteem… She had no issues with that. “I’d fuck her in all her holes… Shit!” She got that a lot also. However, those holes were reserved for her boyfriend. Ashley was a very pretty petite Latina who was a majorette with brown eyes and a curvaceous figure.  But she never thought that every swing of her ample hips teased them. Until this happened…One day when Ashley was going to class, she felt a hand trying to feel on her buttocks stealthily. She didn’t know who it was. She looked back with an angry glare. Nobody was there. She turned around.“Hey, babe. What’s good?” Her boyfriend Nick said. istanbul travesti Nick was a defensive tackle on the football team. They kissed.“Could be better. Was that you just then?”“When? I just got here.”“Oh, never mind.”Ashley started thinking more about her ever-growing sex appeal and the mystery person who touched her butt. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. No, she had a boyfriend, she thought.“Joel!”“What’s up, my people?” Joel said.Joel is a classmate of Ashley’s. (And a not-so-secret admirer to Ashley) So is Nick. Ashley and Joel are friends. However, the thing is Ashley is one of Joel’s crushes. And every time he looks at her, she drives him crazy. And Joel is one of those guys who crushes a lot.“Hey, Joel,” Ashley said.“What’s up, my dude?” Nick said.”Ash, you got the English homework? Come on. You can’t leave a dude hanging. We’re all fucking up in that class.”“Not all of us,” Ashley istanbul travestileri replied with a smirk.“Oh, excuse me, ma’am,” Joel said. “Excuse me.”“You know what, I’ll think about it,” Ashley said.Joel smiled.“You know what… I like you. I like you,” He said, half-joking, pointing.“Shut up. Get the hell to class.”Joel started chuckling, while checking every curve on her body. As the day went on, she felt more eyes on her than ever before. She had no self-esteem issues at all, but even she thought it was a little strange. Strange because one, she didn’t do anything different that day. And two, girls were checking her out as well.“What are you talking about? Of course you would get checked out by dudes… That’s like, a regular thing for us,” One of her classmates, Jasmine said. Jasmine was a cheerleader, also curvy.“No, you did not hear me. They always do. I just feel more eyes on me travesti istanbul now. And girls too! Girls!”“Guys are horny. They think with the wrong head,” Jasmine said.Ashley laughed.“Excuse me, ma’am. I am offended. Whilst that may be true… For some people…” Another male classmate of theirs named Luke said. Luke was on the football team there. (And also a not-so-secret admirer of Ashley’s)“Luke, you’re a guy,” Jasmine said. “Oh shit,” Luke said. “What’d I walk into now?”“I just got a question. Simple ass question. Do you think Ashley is hot?”“Hmm. How should I answer this? Nick is on the team with me… We’re cool. And I don’t want to get my ass kicked,” Luke said.“You’re just answering a question,” Jasmine said with a smirk. “Say if our friend Ash here dropped something right in front of you. She bends over to pick said object up. What are your thoughts at this time?” Ashley turned around and bent over to illustrate it.“Firstly, hell yes she’s hot. Secondly… Damn,” Luke said, biting his lip looking at her ass.“Dilemma solved. I mean, hell, I’d do you,” Jasmine said to her, playfully patting her ass. “And all that ass.”“Not sure if you’re serious or…”

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 To say my wife was pissed off was an understatement.  She isn’t one that shares her ‘meal’ if you catch my drift.  Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going to catch hell.  I didn’t know if confession was going to be good for the soul, or a life sentence.She had a mix of hurt and anger I hadn’t seen in quite some time.  In fact, it was the last time she caught me that I got that same kind of look from her.  Apologies seemed hollow and vain, but I tried.  My poor dick was tucked so far up my crotch, I felt completely emasculated.Dinner was served, as usual, hot and delicious.   There was very little conversation, which wasn’t a good sign for me.  I had hoped she might just drop the matter as a lapse in judgment, but I wasn’t counting on that.She ate very little, then disappeared to istanbul travesti the bathroom.  An hour or so later, she emerged completely different.  She had a smile and glow about her.  She had on an exceptionally short skirt and a very light, almost transparent blouse that left very little to the imagination.  Then she told me she was going out for the evening and not to wait up.After cleaning up the kitchen, I sat down in front of the TV, recounting the day’s events.  I was angry with myself for being cavalier and careless, but not for the act of cheating.  Interesting, I said to myself.A couple of hours later I received a flurry of pictures from some bar.  Then, she face-timed me, showing me a shot up her short skirt and the fact she was riding commando.  I have to admit to becoming highly aroused at the sight travesti istanbul of my wife’s hairy pussy showing up live on my phone.  As my cock hardened, and I rubbed it, the screen wobbled a bit, and a man’s hand slid up her thigh midway.  She parted her legs to accommodate his advance, and he responded with a firm squeeze to her inner thigh.There was ample background noise, so it was difficult to make out all of what was being said, but I could make out her cooing in delight as his hand disappeared between her legs.  She opened wide enough for him to slide his hand under her.  The way her hips jolted, told me he had pushed at least one finger into that hot, wet pussy of hers.I had my cock out by now, stroking it as I watched a complete stranger finger fucking my wife.  Of course, she never showed his face istanbul travestileri or hers for that matter.  I watched intently as she rode his probing fingers until she came in his hand.  Her cry was loud enough to make sure I knew she had cum for him.Gradually, he slowly withdrew his cum sticky fingers, smearing her cum along her inner thighs.  Her body was electrified and she moved forward as if trying to recapture his fingers.  He caressed her inner thighs as they swayed back and forth.  His index finger repeatedly brushed along the tender flesh between her swollen lips and upper thighs.She readjusted her phone and gave me a shot down her blouse.  It’s plunging neckline showed off her nice big braless tits that pressed hard against the lightweight cotton top.  Her nipples looked huge!Then his left hand reappeared, cupping her right tit, thumb brushing across her nipple.  She shuddered as he trapped it between his thumb and finger, giving it a firm pinch.  His right hand still pried at her legs, pushing them wide enough to slip both his knees between them.  My cock was ready to explode.

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Laura was sound asleep when I woke on Saturday morning. I got up, made us both a coffee, and brought it back to bed. She stirred as I pulled back the bedroom curtains, letting in the sunlight.“Morning babe. I made you a coffee.”“Thank you. What time is it?” She asked, blinking the sleep from her eyes and propping herself up on her pillow.“It’s seven o’clock. It’s a nice day outside.”We drank our coffee, then made our way downstairs. I made some toast, while Laura sat thumbing through the colour supplement. At this point we had no clue how we were going to spend our day.Out of the blue, Laura lifted her head from the magazine and announced, “Some of the West End department stores are having a sale this weekend. Why don’t we go? Grab a bargain.”By nine o’clock we had showered and were in the car driving towards the station to catch the nine-thirty fast train to London.Most of the morning was spent trying on clothes, giggling and squeezing into tiny changing cubicles. We did manage to snap up a couple of bargains, but with London prices, they were few and far between.We mooched through the side exit of a large department store and found ourselves in a narrow pedestrianised zone that ran between some older buildings istanbul travesti of the city. It was then that we discovered a sex shop.This was no grubby, seedy little joint with porn mags, dildos and fidgety old men – this was a radical departure from the stereotype adult store, with a classy chrome and glass decor. From the outside, it appeared very sophisticated.“Should we go inside?” I questioned.Peeking through the window, we could see two sales assistants. They were young attractive women, both dressed smartly with neatly groomed hair. This gave us the confidence to go in.“Wouldn’t it be fun if we bought something,” I joked as we went through the door.The redheaded assistant greeted us.“Good afternoon ladies, welcome to our store. Take your time, have a good look around. If you need anything, it would be my pleasure to assist you,” she said as she backed away with a reassuring smile.As we browsed through the lingerie, handcuffs and synthetic body parts, I saw something that set my mind racing.“Laura look, a vibrating love egg with a thrill-seeking ten-function wireless remote control. Lightweight, silent and internally wearable egg vibrator for a truly unique pleasure experience,” I said with travesti istanbul excitement as I read the description from the box.“Just imagine the fun we could have with this. The possibilities are endless. Let’s buy it,” I squealed.There was a moment of silence.“Are you serious?” she quizzed.“Think about it. If one of us inserted the love egg, the other could play with the remote control. Ultimate pleasure by remote,” I whispered, into her ear.Laura was having none of it and made a bee-line for the exit. Unbeknown to her, I gathered up the toy and paid for it before making my way outside to re-join her.“You haven’t?” she asked, looking at the bag in my hand.“I have,” I replied mischievously.“Have you gone completely mad?” She mouthed as I opened the bag to show her my purchase.“We could use it anywhere. Nobody needs ever know,” I said, conspiratorially.“Oh, like that’s gonna happen. What happens if someone discovers our little secret and we get caught?” She argued back.A few yards along the road we found a café and stopped for lunch. We ordered some food and a bottle of Chardonnay. I discreetly examined the egg in more detail, as Laura poured the wine.“Look, the batteries are fully charged. Let’s istanbul travestileri give it a try.” I said, pressing the on button to check out the noise level.The egg vibrated once to show it was active. As stated on the box, it was completely silent.“Let’s experiment with it on the train journey home?” I said as I took another sip of wine.“You’re serious, aren’t you?” She asked, trying to second guess my thoughts.“You really want to do this in a carriage full of strangers?” She asked with a glint in her eye.“If I insert the egg, you could control my pleasure by remote. You can send me vibrations as and when you want. Nobody would hear, and nobody would know,” I blurted, setting out the ground rules.“Supposing you orgasm? I can’t imagine the humiliation of you moaning and calling out “Oh my god, I’m coming,” just before you reach the finish line,” Laura pointed out, but chuckling a little at the thought.“That’s what makes it so exciting. Let’s do it Laura. Please!” I pleaded.I excused myself and slipped into the lady’s toilet, then emerged carrying a small fluffy toy on a key chain. On the other end of the key chain was the wireless remote control for our silky silicone egg, which I had inserted into my vagina.As the wine flowed, we hatched our plan of action. Laura would discreetly control the egg from inside her handbag. In an effort to maintain our masquerade, we agreed to sit on opposite sides of the carriage.“You’ll need this.” I urged. Handing her the key chain.

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Adele (Addie) Jones was feeling a little resentful of her husband at the moment. She was picturing him having beers with his squadron in Honolulu at the Base O club.And where was she? Back here, after spending her day trying to teach Math and English to fifteen-year-olds, picking up her twin nine-year-olds from Little League practice, and now, trying to corral them while she shopped for groceries.She had wisely made them leave their gloves and ball in the car, but nonetheless, they were tossing baking potatoes back and forth. As they crossed the parking lot to her car, Jeffry lobbed a fly over the head of Jeremy toward a bag-laden shopper. At the last second, the woman looked up and snagged the spud one-handed, losing control of her stuff just as Jerry plowed into her. Her items were strewn on the ground but she didn’t fall.Addie abandoned her cart and ran to help. “Boys, help pick up this lady’s things and apologize. I am so sorry,” she said to the attractive middle-aged woman. “These guys are barely house-broken.”“It’s ok; no harm done. This guy has quite an arm. He’s a lefty, I see,” replied the woman, patting Jeff on the head. “I played softball left-handed myself many years ago.”“Boys, carry the lady’s things to her car, please. My name is Adele,” she said, extending her hand.“I am Janice,” replied Jan. I don’t have my car here; I live only a few blocks away.” They shook hands. “Everyone calls me Jan.”“I’m called Addie. Then we’ll give you a lift home. Let’s go boys; no more potato catch.” They all piled into her SUV. When they stopped at Jan and Ben’s house, Jan invited them in for tea and lemonade. Ben was delighted by the little travesti istanbul dark-skinned boys and took them to the backyard to toss their ball around. This gave the women quiet time to get acquainted, each of them beginning to wonder if a real friendship might be possible.Being a military wife in a bi-racial marriage made making friends a little more difficult for Addie. Working full-time and raising twin boys with an absent husband further limited her social life. Perhaps this attractive older woman and her husband might become friends. The husband, who seemed older, was apparently quite taken with the boys.As for Jan, her lifestyle made socializing precarious. None of her present acquaintances would accept her if they discovered her relationship with Tom. She wished that she had a girlfriend to confide her secrets with.When it was time for the boys to go home, Ben told their mother, “I promised the guys that they can come back for a swim on Saturday.” And so began a close and rewarding relationship between the women.Ben and Jan’s life together had settled into somewhat of a routine. Ben and Tom played golf together every couple of weekends, often followed by the men returning to the house where Jan knew that she would be having a great threesome.For Ben’s part, he seemed content that a couple of mornings per week, upon awakening, Jan would lay her head on his chest and cradle his junk in her warm hand. She had an amazing, delicate touch. He would become aroused and his cock would become tumescent.It was an excruciatingly delicious sensation. Though he never quite got hard he still felt the same sensations and istanbul travestileri he would beg Jan to take him in her mouth as she stroked him to orgasm. By the time he actually came, his cock was nearly fully erect and he was satiated.As for Jan, she actually enjoyed this morning closeness with Ben, plus she had Tom for full-on hard sex, sometimes without Ben involved or even knowing about it. She had ceased needing Ben to perform fellatio on her in the mornings. And now she had this new friendship to enjoy.JAN“I really like Addie and I hope she will become a close friend and confidante. In some ways, she reminds me of my younger self. But I sense that she may be made of stronger stuff than I was. Her decision to marry a black man must have been daunting. My decision to marry an older, more established man was somewhat unwelcomed by friends and family, but not strongly.“The situation of the two men in my life is troubling me. What began as a romantic, sexually exciting love affair many years ago has settled into a comfortable, companionable, and close friendship. Do I still love Ben? I certainly do not want to hurt him or lose his affection.“Am I falling in love with Tom? He is a fabulous lover; better than Ben ever was, or anyone else that I have been with. He has opened my mind and my body to new sexual experiences. He wants me to spend more time with him and I think that I want that too. We could take vacations to exotic places together, or at least, spend some weekends if Ben could handle it.“Ben has become a homebody; he would rather play catch with Addie’s sons than take a trip. But he would almost certainly istanbul travesti forbid me to spend even an entire night with Tom, much less a week. I know this seems selfish, even to me; but I have been a loyal wife and companion for more than twenty-five years. My needs are important too.“It is certainly true that Tom doesn’t want to marry, or probably, even be exclusive but he is beginning to make demands on my time. He expected that Ben would be his cuckold and we would submit to him, but Ben is made of tougher stuff than that. It would be great if Addie would act as my alter ego. I need to talk this out with a friend.”One evening, in Addie’s living room after the boys were asleep, and after a couple of glasses of wine, Jan asked Addie about how she came to date a black man. “You want to know if it’s true what they say about black men,” Addie stated, smiling knowingly. She was not a bit surprised; many white Air Force wives have asked similar questions. Her answer was always the same, “Oh yeah!” with a laugh.“But seriously, David is a very handsome and intelligent man. The Air Force put him through college on the condition that he serve upon graduation. We shared a couple of classes and he offered to help me study. As for the sex, I don’t have much to compare it with, but it is pretty damned great.”“I miss him, and that gorgeous cock very much when he is overseas. He has said that he would understand if I needed ‘male company’ on occasion, but I haven’t the nerve or the time for that. I do get hit on at times but the boys take up all of my time and energy.”That is when Jan confessed her recent sexual escapades; beginning with Roy and then Daq and Bo. “I never knew that my little pussy could take so much punishment from such large cocks; excuse my vulgar language. I thought they would never run out of erections and cum. I guess I was stoned the whole time but I loved every minute of it.”

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My first erotic fic based on a little fantasy I have. enjoy!

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You moaned softly as as your partner kissed softly down your abdomen and settled between your thighs. She dipped her tongue in your pussy and licked a stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth.

You relaxed and your legs fell open and to the sides, giving her more room- and a better view for the camera. “That’s it, baby. You’re being so good for me. Let’s see how ready you are.” Two gloved but unlubed fingers slid into your wet and waiting hole and your eyes fluttered closed. “God, you’re so wet for me. Slut.”

You moaned again, she knew how much being called a slut turned you on. Especially on a day like today where everyone was watching.

You were still new to the cam girl scene, when it came to your attention people would pay to watch your cunt be fisted. Live. So, you agreed. And pay they did. You had enough subscribers logged in right now to pay for this upcoming semester’s tuition. You moaned again.

She sucked your clit, hard, then swirled her tongue as she fingered you, trying to both arouse you and relax you for the main event.

It worked, your stomach was filled with an excited anticipation for what was coming later. You weren’t actually sure if you could take a whole fist, but you had all day and plenty of lube. And a couple of helpers to hold you still.

She gave you a few slow and deep thrusts, the way she knew you liked. Her fingers weren’t hitting your cervix and causing you pain, but she managed to reach that spot deep inside and you couldn’t help but gasp.

You could feel the moment two fingers became three and you felt your pussy stretch around the digits. It wasn’t painful but it was a tight fit and you were needy for more.

“Good istanbul travesti girl. Such a pretty pussy. You’re so wet for me.” You heard a wet squelch as she thrusts her fingers deeper, proving her point. She removes her hand and brings it to your lips. You opened obediently and she roughly shoved her fingers in your mouth and down your throat. You felt another rush of arousal as you gagged, hoping she’d be that rough with your cunt later.

A kiss to your thigh. “Ready?” You nodded and the hands on your thighs tightened, and your adrenaline spiked at being physically restrained.

You whined as four gloved fingers slid in and you squirmed- as much as you were allowed- and she paused, unmoving, giving you a bit to adjust.

“You’re taking me so well. Just a little more, now.”

You were unable to tear your eyes from the screen and you watched in awe as she stretched you wider. In and out. In and out.

You wished she was still sucking on your clit but you knew the angle wouldn’t work well for that.

A heat pooled low in your stomach- the coil tightening with each stroke to your insides. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to take a couple of deep breaths- you didn’t want to come yet, you wanted to wait. You needed to come, your muscles constricting tight around her fist when it was forcing its way deep in your insides.

She stopped and pulled her fingers from you, knowing how close you were. The top of a lubricant bottle was slid inside you and you squealed as she squirted a liberal amount of cold gel directly inside you.

She added a generous amount to her hand, smearing it along the entrance to your cunt and making sure her hand was fully coated.

“Almost there. You’re being such a good girl for me. Relax and I’ll give you my whole travesti istanbul fist.”

You nodded and the grip on your legs got tighter. They pulled your knees up to your chest and apart, exposing you fully to the camera- and your partner.

You were vulnerable and at their mercy- which turned you on more than you cared to admit.

“Please.”

“What was that? Are you gonna ask me?” She asked, grinning slyly.

Your cheeks burned; your pussy was so empty and you wanted it to be filled so much. “Please fist me,” you whispered, your cheeks turning pink at the humiliation of having to voice what your wanted, no, needed.

You were still aroused and terrified. You were expecting pain, but you didn’t know how much but at this moment, you also didn’t care.

“Whore. Say it again for me,”

“Fist me,” you managed, a little breathy and a lot desperate. “I want your fist in my cunt.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised.

“Please,” you begged.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Watch me ruin you.”

So many fingers were prodding at your slit and your eyes flew open. The prodding turned to pressure and it took your breath away. Your head swam as you wonder what you got yourself into.

The unyielding pressure turned to pain as you were stretched beyond your limits and you whimpered, incoherently begging her to slow down.

You didn’t safe word though, and so she continued, and in one swift movement she twisted her wrist, tucked in her thumb, and pushed.

The pain was exquisite, you let out an undignified yelp, thankful for the strong hands that held you in place as you thrashed. And then- just as quickly the pain subsided into a dull ache and you gasped at a fullness you had never experienced before.

She held istanbul travestileri absolutely still for you, and you experimentally clenched your muscles. God, it hurt but it also felt better than you could have imagined.

As she twisted her wrist, her knuckles rubbed against your g-spot and you convulsed, screaming as you came.

She moved her hand slowly, you were sensitive but stuffed so full and it felt so good. Your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned.

“Can I- can I do it again?” She asks hopefully.

Exhausted, you nodded. She removed her hand from you with an obscene squelch, and you grimaced at the noise. She offered more lube but you declined.

You closed your eyes this time, wanting to enjoy the sensation more than the image. She roughly fingered your opening again; the pressure, you were expecting the pain this time and you held your breath until her fist was fully seated inside you.

She didn’t give you the courtesy of a pause this time, twisting her wrist and pushing in, and trying to pull out; pushing in and trying to pull out. Her clean hand rubbed your thigh with a tenderness you didn’t realize was possible.

“Can you come for me again?” She asked, wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Yes. Do it again.”

She removed her hand and shifted into a better position. She turned on your favorite vibrator and pressed it to your clit. She didn’t offer any extra lube this time, thrusting four fingers into you until you were close, babbling and begging, before she pushed, letting the pain carry you over the edge into your second orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her hand out again, removing the gloves as your assistants released your legs. She took a moment to attempt to clean you up, although you knew a real shower was in order.

The people watching weren’t paying for aftercare after all, so you got up quickly to end the feed, and in doing so, you started reading the comments of the other things they would be interested in watching you try in future sessions.

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I’d ‘chickened out’ before but, with one thing on my mind today, I’m determined to do it. My face is flushed and the road is busier than it usually is. Such was my compulsion – and with nothing in the world but a crisp pair of plastic knickers – I took a deep breath. I entered the ladies’ PVC lingerie shop. I immediately felt grounded to the spot.

My worst nightmare stood behind the counter. I was hoping for an ordinary girl or a frumpy housewife. But my temperature rises as I clock the blonde European with bright blue eyes. They twinkle atop the most architecturally aesthetic of cheek bones and full red lips. I fancy that she stood coquettishly as I am greeted.

“For my Wife,” I fib, ‘A present.”

She knows, of course. She probably gets it all the time.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place if you’re looking for something a bit kinky,” she smiles.

I shake myself. I must have lost an idle minute staring.

“We have lots of cuts and different materials. Some are crisp, noisy panties for the occasional fun wear. Others are thicker rubbery feel for the whole day.”

My eyes dart around the displays of PVC Basques, stockings and plastic knickers of every istanbul travesti hue. The panties caught my eye.

A full pair in thin, crinkly black smoky glass with a black picot trim. I wouldn’t say I am a feminine man which made them all the kinkier.

“And what size is your Wife?” She stifled a laugh. “I’d say a Men’s medium.”

I almost choke as my cock dies down. This cheeky blonde has me sussed.

“Let’s try them on out the back,” she ordered.

I realise I’m not in control. I am led to the back of the shop into a small cubicle with a curtain. My hand is trembling as I take the knickers. My cock stirs as I her nipples strain through her top. She stands outside.

I’ve got a huge boner as I struggle out of my jeans. I whip off my worn out boxer shorts.

“Of course, they’re a lady fit,” she says as I step into the kink. “They’re flat fronted with no pouch.”

I ease the see-through plastic panties up. The smooth PVC glides up my balls. I smooth them around my waist as the crinkly knickers caress my arse.

“Let’s take a look,” she snaps as the curtain pulls back. I turn to hide my modesty.

“Now, there’s no need to be shy,” she says istanbul travestileri and I can’t believe my luck. The blonde is smoothing my panties.

She pulls at the plastic and straightens the kink as my bum-hole winks. My cock strains against the flat, kinky gusset. I feel a little embarrassed.

I blurt, “Have you got a mirror?” before burning at my stupidity.

“We haven’t…” she pauses, wriggling from her skirt.

“But it just so happens…”

Yes. Yes – she’s wearing the same panties. I feel my cock go rock hard.

She removes her blouse. Her bra too. I feel my kinky coated balls tighten.

“I like to offer all my customers that extra special service. We like to go the extra mile.

Her tits are pressing into my back as she pulls my knickers, from behind, up to my belly button. Her hand reaches round to tease my cock out of the feminine knickers. My cock snaps from my knickers legs and she starts tugging it. The plastic pulls into my bum. She pumps as her fist slaps my kink. My wet knob glistens and dribbles.

“Now, turn around,” she guides my length. “I want you to ice my buns.”

She’s still pounding me as I finger her gliding travesti istanbul knickers. I pull her into me. I take her nipple and suck. I let it pop from my mouth. My tongue flicks her bud again.

With my hand pulling up the back of her knickers, my other dips inside her kink.

We wank each other. I become the man. As I finger her naughty pussy I notice a couple watching.

I don’t reflect on anger or surprise. I take her like a porn star from behind. I pull her knickers up as my balls slam against her. My matching girly panties brush up to hers.

“Oh yes,” she sings as the customers watch. I pump that beautiful cunt for England.

She leans into me as I pound to cream-pie. But she pulls away, like an expert, for a buttered chin. My hot man fat salts her pursed lips. She licks my jizz as a second gob hits. I collapse against the cubicle.

As I mop my brow, the couple take her. They bend Letitia over. I watch as the woman frigs and her husband man-handles her tits.

I stand and thrap at the spectacle. The woman frigs Letitia. I ejaculate again. I pull my wet knickers up. Then Letitia tenses and cums. She cries out with lust. The couple disappear into the cubicle.

“Well, that was special,” I thank. I straighten my jeans over my newly creamed kink. “Special enough for a repeat transaction,” I laugh.

Letitia furrows her brow mocking. The cheeky blonde jokes, “I probably wouldn’t tell the Wife.”

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I met Carol during a summer internship and my handjob obsession vaulted to new levels. My undergraduate years did not include a lot of sexual partners though I found opportunities to hook up here and there. It was typically just regular sex and, of course, it was always a fun and welcome relief but I was not the sort to hook up every weekend or have a steady girlfriend.

When I first saw Carol at my bank that initial summer of grad school, I was immediately attracted to her. She had dark hair, gray eyes, a nice figure, and big tits. I made a point of stopping by the bank often to have an excuse to see her and engage in small talk while getting the chance to sneak a look at her tits which were sometimes nicely accented by the dress shirts she wore. Fantasies of seeing her naked and having sex with her, especially of cumming on her tits, began to dominate my masturbation sessions. Then, after a couple of weeks, I was introduced to her through a mutual friend who told me he knew her when I brought her up during conversation.

The timing worked out perfectly as the bank was having a celebration dinner for a retiring manager and she needed a date. Through our mutual friend, we got in touch and she invited me to come as her guest. Yes, I jerked off several times imagining spending time with her outside of her work and while I didn’t figure things would get sexual right away, I could certainly fantasize about it!

The evening of the dinner rolled around and I met her at her place, a small basement apartment in a single-family home where she had been renting by herself for a few years. She wore a classic little black dress and looked fantastic with the fairly deep neckline showing off her cleavage, far more skin than I had seen her display at work! I had to focus elsewhere to avoid getting an erection that would have been painfully obvious in my suit pants. We chatted for a few minutes then headed to my car for the short drive to the restaurant, making more small talk finding out about one another and a little about our backgrounds and work lives.

She had moved out of her mom’s home right after high school and started working at the bank where we met and had been pretty much on her own since then. She took a few college courses here and there with the idea of eventually getting a degree in finance but paying her own way made it slow going. After getting to the restaurant, we met up with her co-workers and had a nice evening hanging out over dinner and just talking as we got to know one another better. She and I engaged in light flirting during dinner and discussed meeting our mutual friends at a local club after we left the dinner so we could continue the evening together.

After an appropriate length of time to keep up appearances, we headed to the club for some drinking and dancing. Our friend and his girlfriend kept stoking the flirtation which made things a bit more interesting for me and, I think, for Carol. Dancing together had certainly had the effect of heating things up, too. Having a few drinks had loosened Carol up and she was easily laughing and showing interest in me. We got a bit more relaxed with our personal space while dancing and didn’t make any attempt to hide our growing arousal with one another and we readily ground into one another and shared some kisses while dancing. I was excited that things were moving quickly and in an unexpectedly positive direction for the night to end with sex!

When we got back to her apartment, she invited me in and of course I went. We had another drink and sat on the couch talking more. We were seated close together and eventually started kissing again. Very quickly, we both started letting our hands roam and, you guessed it, I went right for her tits, caressing those mounds through her dress. She took a little more leisurely approach working her hands across my shoulders and chest, slowly moving towards my unabashedly hard cock. She paused to comment on the feel of my physique and said she could tell I had played sports in college because I was still in very good shape. I thanked her and tried to show my appreciation by kissing her more deeply and sliding a hand under the hem of her dress onto her thigh.

Soon after, as she began massaging my cock through my pants, I made the move to unzip her dress and she shifted to allow me easy access. This was going right where I hoped it would! As I slid the dress off her shoulders, I was treated to the sight of her tits in a low cut strapless bra holding them up as if being offered for my private enjoyment. Both of my hands went straight to them and began caressing them as I slowly pulled the bra down to reveal them completely. She gasped slightly as the fabric slid across her erect pink nipples and I saw the flesh of her areolas rise up with goose bumps, revealing her arousal.

Carol started unbuttoning my shirt as we continued to kiss and as I fondled her tits, eventually getting to the point we had to stand to finish getting it untucked from my pants. As we stood, her dress fell to the floor and she was before me in just her heels and istanbul travesti small pair of black thong panties. I paused to take her in with my eyes, enjoying the sight. She was not athletically thin and toned, but was in no way overweight. She was taller at about 5′ 8″ and had a very soft look about her well-shaped and curvaceous form. I was going to enjoy this!

She pulled my shirt off, ran her hands across my chest and down my abs to start working on my belt and pants. In a moment, as I kicked off my shoes, she slid my pants off and took my boxers right down with them, leaving me totally naked with my cock proudly standing up pointing at her. There was a little stream of precum that had streaked out as my boxers came off and it slowly slid down the underside of my quite swollen head. She smiled and reached her hand out to slowly feel my cock, running her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I pulled her closer and began kissing and licking her tits, gradually working towards her nipples, giving each one a few minutes of swirling with my tongue and sucking them into my lips. She moaned as she continued to stroke my cock and we made our way back onto the couch.

I pushed her back and began kissing down her stomach making my way towards her panty covered pussy. Though black, I could see a very clear wet patch on her panties and I hooked a finger under the front and slid them to the side revealing her nicely trimmed pink folds. I kissed my way up and down her pussy and slowly spread the lips and slid my tongue along the opening. She bucked her hips towards my face, meeting my tongue and began to flick it across her clit. As Carol moaned and pulled my head into her pussy, I went to work in earnest and brought her to orgasm fairly quickly.

With her juices on my lips and face, she pulled me towards her and asked me to stick my cock in her. I readily agreed and her pussy, though freshly warmed up, had to stretch to accommodate my generous erection. I eased in and out slowly, getting her slickness spread over my whole shaft, and then after a few moments, plunged all the way into her wet slit. She gasped and arched her back, reminding me that I needed to get to her tits. As I began pumping into her pussy, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, sucking them alternately as we fucked. In just a few minutes, she came again, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock as she coated me with a fresh flow of her juices.

I was nearing my own climax and began pumping her furiously as I leaned back and gave her every inch I possibly could. As my own orgasm neared, I realized I needed a plan because I had no idea if she was on birth control or not and I didn’t want to risk filling her with my load. It didn’t take me long as I gazed at her heaving tits, still wet from my licking and sucking, and pulled my cock out and aimed it right at those beautiful globes. The first rope shot out with such force that it sailed over her head and hit the couch, trailing off on her hair. I aimed a little better and the next several shots all hit her tits and splashed across them and her neck. Each subsequent spurt was a little less forceful and ended up painting her torso until at last I was dribbling onto her bush.

Carol reached up and stroked my still hard cock, rubbing my cum and her pussy juice into it. It was highly sensitive at that point and almost felt like getting hit with a cattle prod, but I began to pump into her hand as my head swam with the sensations her hand was creating. After a minute of milking the last of my cum onto her stomach, Carol pulled me on top of her and began squirming under me as we kissed. My load smeared between our bodies and we were both covered in cum as I eventually rolled off to lie besides her on the couch.

Carol traced a couple of fingers through the cum on her tits, swirling it around her nipples, and commented on how much she enjoyed having cum on her body. I told her that looked incredibly sexy with my load on her and that I would be happy to help any time she needed it! We laid there together, alternately talking and kissing, as we came down from the high of our sex. After a bit, she invited me to clean up in the shower and we made our way to her small bathroom. We stepped in and began kissing again as the water washed over us. I had never gone totally soft and our tongue battle had me quickly rock hard again. Some days I really miss being 22 again with the stamina and fast rebound those days brought!

To my absolute delight, Carol reached down and started rubbing my cock which caused me to moan a little. She smiled up and me and noted that it had turned her on when I was pumping my cock in and out of her fist after I had cum on her and wanted to feel me again. With that opportunity, I told her that getting a handjob was one of my greatest sexual pleasures and she smiled as she said she would enjoy doing that for me now.

Carol had me turned away from the spray and got behind me, pressing herself against my back as she reached around with both hands, one lightly tracing up and down my stomach and chest as travesti istanbul her other settled into a nice rhythm on my cock. The feeling of her tits sliding against my back and her hands both stimulating me had me worked up very quickly and after just a short time, I could tell I would be cumming again soon. She could sense the swelling in my cock as my orgasm neared and she began stroking faster, going all the way from the very tip of my cock head to the base of my shaft. The long strokes felt great and the first wave of cum launched out and hit the shower wall followed by a few more. I braced against the shower wall and let my orgasm subside as she held onto my cock until it gradually softened. We turned to face each other again and kissed as I thanked her for that pleasure.

We both dressed and I gave her a kiss goodnight as I walked out, and we agreed to stay in touch and get together again soon. Because it was late in the summer, I had to return to school so we only had a few more opportunities to get together and have sex, but each time was great and we agreed that even though I was going to be an hour away, we wanted to continue dating as often as we could.

While I was away, we spent hours on the phone every week, often talking for a couple of hours on the weekends. When we talked about our sexual encounters together, we were both open about how turned on we got and how we wished we could be together in that moment.

I suggested one night that I had to jerk off while we talked and she confided she had never experienced any sort of phone sex. We began sharing details of some of our sexual encounters together, what we liked, the feelings we recalled and how hot it had been.

The conversation turned to her asking me what I was doing and to describe it and how I was feeling. I had never talked about my masturbation with a woman let alone done it with one involved in any way whatsoever. The awkwardness was a real turn-on and added to the intensity of the moment. I shared with her how it felt to run my closed hand up and down my shaft and that it felt especially good when I had a lot of precum to lubricate my cock.

I could hear her breathe heavily as she listened and asked me about my cock and commented on how she enjoyed giving me the handjobs we had experienced together over the summer. As I neared my orgasm, she took over, quietly encouraging me to pump my cock for her in a very breathy voice that belied her own arousal. She wanted to hear me grunt and to know that I was shooting a load of cum just for her and that I would have it all over myself and how she wished she could be there to have it smeared over both of our bodies. I had an explosive orgasm under her encouragement and relished in the silence from her end of the call as she was no doubt trying to picture me jerking myself to orgasm and, perhaps touching herself as I did so.

When I finished, she asked me about jerking off and wanted to know how often I did it, how I did it, and what I thought about. We had a very candid discussion about my pretty much daily habit and she blew me away telling me that she desperately wanted to watch me masturbate the next time we got together. I agreed, though I have to admit it made me a little nervous with the thought of sharing such a personal and intimate moment usually enjoyed alone with another person. It turned out I wouldn’t have to wait long.

On our call the next day, Carol told me her plans for the coming weekend had been canceled and she wanted to know if I could get away to spend the weekend with her. I had to put in a little extra work with school to make the timing work for me, but I told her I’d see Friday night, just three days away. I made up my mind not to masturbate at all until she and I got together and it was a hard wait, literally!

The drive from school to her apartment was fast as I made the trip quicker than I had ever done before, thinking about a weekend of no stress and just having sex with Carol. As I pulled up to her apartment and parked, Carol was waiting at her door. She pulled me inside and immediately started kissing me. As we kissed and groped, she started undressing me without so much as a “how was your trip?” and I realized she had been as anxious for this evening as I had been!

After she got my pants down and pulled my shirt off, she told me she had been thinking about how she wanted this to happen. She led me into her tiny dining room and had me stand against a wall. I noticed a pillow on the floor and she quickly slipped out of her clothes next to it. I started to lean in to kiss her and fondle her tits but she pushed me back against the wall and said she wanted to get right into this because she had been fantasizing all week since we last spoke.

She knelt on the pillow in front of me and asked me to start slowly. She was focused as I gripped the base of my cock with my left hand and stretched it to full erection then started sliding my right hand up and down just on the underside of the head where it is most sensitive. I kept up this small motion for several minutes istanbul travestileri before stroking along the whole length of the shaft for her.

Carol never took her eyes off the action but I could hear that her breathing had gotten a little heavier as she watched. After a few more minutes of this silent interaction, her hands that had been in her lap began moving around her pussy. She was lightly rubbing her clit but spread her knees apart just enough to allow her to trace her finger up and down her slit while she watched. Her other hand started massaging her tits and she took turns rolling her erect nipples between her fingers as she watched me masturbate.

As the feeling intensified, I slowed down my stroking to avoid cumming too soon — I could tell we both wanted this to last awhile — and she commented that this was a hot as she had thought it would be and that she found it to be “manly” in her words. She started telling me that seeing my hard cock sliding in and out of my fist was like raw sexuality and the idea of me pleasuring myself like that was making her incredibly wet. The running commentary certainly kept me on edge!

We continued like this for a while when she said she wanted to know when I was getting ready to cum because she wanted to take over at that point. I didn’t know what she had in store but I was so aroused at that point that anything she had in mind was good with me.

I stroked myself faster and with a tighter grip because my balls were absolutely aching with the need to release. Between having done this for as long as we had been at it and not having had an orgasm for the last three days, I was in need and I was ready.

I told her I was on the verge of my orgasm and she quickly reached up and began stroking my cock with both of her hands, gliding effortlessly with the precum that had totally lubricated my shaft. It felt amazing and I began to urge her to make me cum and to squeeze harder as she stroked. My orgasm began to boil up from deep in my balls and my cock, now nearly purple, expanded to full size with that last moment build up that happens right before an orgasm and I began to moan as the load traveled up my shaft and began erupting on Carol’s face.

She let the first two huge ropes hit her right in the face and it splashed down onto her tits and thighs, plastering her with what might have been an ordinary full load for most people, myself included. But I had saved up and we had stretched out the masturbation session long enough that this was no ordinary load.

As I felt my third shot making its way toward the tip of my cock, Carol shocked me by shoving her mouth down over my shaft and taking the next several shots of cum into the back of her throat. She greedily swallowed as much as she could but there was so much that some of it ran out and down her chin, falling to mix with the earlier shots on her tits and thighs.

She held me in her mouth till my orgasm ended with much more of my load dribbling down her face and onto her body. All I could do was grunt and moan and I watched the scene play out in front of me. The mental sensations of what was happening blew my mind as I had just experienced the most incredible act of baring my personal act of masturbation in front of her and having it conclude with her attacking my orgasm with the hunger of a whore completely lost in the lust of the moment.

As Carol continued to suck my deflating cock, she began rubbing my cum into her tits and torso. She scooped what she could off of her thighs and applied that to her tits, pulling on her nipples and then dropping one hand to her now sopping pussy. She kept my cock in her mouth and started pistoning a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy as she began to moan around my cock. In moments, she screamed as my cock popped out of her mouth and she convulsed with her own orgasm.

She fell over sideways onto the carpet and rolled to her back as she asked me to get down with her. We began writhing together, sharing the coating of my cum between our bodies and wrestled with our tongues, hungrily kissing one another. She pulled away and told me that this was one of the most amazing experiences she had ever had and that her orgasm was the most intense she remembered in a long time.

We got up and made our way to her bedroom and both fell onto the bed, our hands roaming one another’s bodies as we kissed. After a time, I was hard again and asked if she wanted to fuck but to my surprise, she told me this weekend was going to be for nothing other than handjobs and masturbating together. While I was initially a little disappointed, the sheer eroticism of the idea of jerking off and being jerked off for an entire weekend was enough to get me on board.

She rolled onto her side and told me it was her turn to rub my cock and that I should lie back and enjoy it. Of course, being a sucker for a handjob, I had no problem complying. Carol played with my cock for a minute then sat up and moved down the bed to the edge and had me slide down so my hips were at the edge and my feet were resting on the floor. In this position, she was able to sit next to my waist and stroke me. Plus, this had the extra benefit of kind of forcing my hips up a little higher, making my cock stand out more predominantly, all sort of a visual enhancement of what we were doing.

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