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Is this a dream? With closed eyes, I surrender fully to his tender hands, which slowly make their way from my neck over my sternum deeper and deeper. Oh. How long has it been since he touched me like this? His right hand leaves me, leaving me pouting. Suddenly I feel him kneading my breast.I grin to myself, he still knows how much I love to be touched on the tits. Slowly, almost lazily, he plays with my nipple. He becomes more and more demanding until he finally pinches my nipple properly. He pulls it long until I feel a satisfying tug further down. Then he strokes small circles over my areoles. Tender and hard at the same time. That always makes me so wet. He knows me. I have missed this so much.I had already forgotten his other hand when it suddenly grips around me and takes my ass cheek in his big hand. He pulls on my cheek, which again sends an exciting flash between my legs. I can hardly wait until he finally touches me there. I need more. So much more.I try to move to be even closer to him. I am so wet. I spread my legs as an invitation….brrrr….please touch me there….brrrr….please lick me…bbbbbbrrrrr. Fuck. Fucking alarm clock. I open my eyes. It was a fucking dream after all. I should have known. Something like that hasn’t happened in real life for a long time. At least since we’ve been sleeping separately, neither of us strays into the other’s bed anymore. It’s frustrating. I don’t know where we took a wrong turn.We love each other, sure. We’ve always been good together. We have two great kids who are finally not bouncing around the house in diapers. But our sex life has kind of fallen by the wayside. I had hoped that everything would pick up again as soon as the kids became older. Unfortunately, I thought wrong. I usually lie awake half the night and keep my head above water with my sex stories.In the last year, there was more than one moment when I thought about whether a separation would be the best for us. But then he is so sweet again and I just can’t bring myself to do it.What am I doing here?I lie a little longer in bed and stretch extensively. Press my thighs together and feel my wet pussy. Only dreams or my own hands do that nowadays. The sun’s rays suggest a wonderful day. So at least the weather promises to be good. On my way downstairs, I always pass Tom’s bedroom. Strangely, his door is not firmly closed as usual. Through the crack of the door, I can see that he must have already gotten up. That’s odd. Oh, he has this work thing today, on a weekend too.On the way downstairs, I pass our photos, which gives me an even deeper longing today. Memories of better times haunt me. Fortunately, my growling stomach distracts me. As I enter the kitchen, my eyes immediately fall on a package. Tom must have accepted the delivery. I walk around the kitchen island and look at the address label.It’s addressed to me. Funny. I didn’t order or expect anything. It’s pretty light, I think as I pick it up. Ok, let’s see what this can be.I open the package carefully and look inside. There is a note stuck on a small pink box. “Use me!” it says. Is that Tom’s writing?My curiosity is piqued. I open the box. Inside is a thing, it’s just as pink as the box. It has a rubbery surface. Anadolu Yakası Escort It is shaped like an eight and has a little tail. What is it? Oh, I think I know what it is. A vibro egg, which we were introduced to at the last sex toy party one of my girlfriends hosted. Hmm, if it is from Tom, does he want me to satisfy myself with it? He doesn’t know me very well, then. I just need his hard cock to make that happen. But ok, better than nothing.I take out the egg and notice two things. There is a note under the egg too and a small hollow next to the egg that is empty. Huh? I seem to remember that these things can be operated by remote control. That’s great, dear husband. Without a remote control, it doesn’t do me any good.Nevertheless. My hunger is forgotten and my curiosity is provoked.Sitting on the toilet, I carefully insert the egg. Feels somehow good. It is engulfed by my vagina and only the tail peaks out. On the way into the shower, I notice how my movements make the egg vibrate a bit. Suddenly it gives me uncontrollable shivers all over. My nipples get hard. Without actually touching me. Wow, exciting. In the shower, I cannot stop myself. I soap my breasts especially thoroughly today. Kneading, circling, stronger and stronger. My nipples also get attention. Hm.My hands wander lower. Between my legs. I can feel the string.I pull it out. A smacking sound. I push it back in. Oh what a feeling. I repeat the whole thing several times, fucking myself with the egg. My other hand finds my clit and rubs in small circles around the hard pearl. She is so hard and so sensitive. I will not take long to come. I stimulate her firmer and firmer and with the other hand I pull the egg, again and again in and out. Both my hands move back up and knead my breasts, twirl my nipples. Massage my neck, my scalp. My breath is getting faster and choppier. My soft moans fill the room. Slowly I push my fingers into my mouth, suck on them. Mm. I imagine it is his cock.My cunt can hardly wait to cum by a real cock.  My pussy encloses the egg even tighter.The next time I touch my clit, it doesn’t take much. I rub her in small but hard circles, faster and faster. My other hand pinches my nipple so hard. That’s it, it takes me over the edge. With a shaky breath, I cum. My pussy squeezes the egg in a tight grip.  I have to brace myself and wait until the trembling in my legs has stopped before I can devote myself to the actual shower.Wow, that was a hot shower.  In my robe, I go back to the kitchen to finally make myself a coffee. While the machine bubbles away, the note comes back to mind. I take it out of the box and read, “Carry me when you sit down at Carlos’ Bar tonight at 8:00. Don’t cum before that!” Oops.So Carlos’ is our favourite restaurant. We haven’t been there in ages. I keep wondering if the gift is from Tom? Unfortunately, the sender doesn’t help me. But who else could it be from? Hopefully not from one of my colleagues! On the other hand, this is so not Tom’s style.Only one way to find out…After a lazy day and lots of anticipation and curiosity about the evening, I’m in the bathroom at six pm getting ready. Thanks to Brazilian waxing, I don’t have to Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan worry about a single hair on my body. First, I look for sexy underwear. A black bra with lace. A matching thong and garter belt complete the set. Black nylons in addition. OK, that’s my sexy underwear all sorted out. Hm, I think again about who sent this. I hope it is from Tom and decide to stay with this idea. So what would my dear husband like to see on me? Mmmh?I know, a black skater skirt and a black lace top. Red high heels are a given.As I reinsert the egg, an idea comes to mind. I strip off my panties and lay them demonstratively on the washstand in Tom’s bathroom.Hm. This egg without any remote control already has me very wet, now I’m curious just what the remote control can do.As before, a pleasant shiver runs through me, running down my back and making my nipples hard. My pussy is wetter than it has been for a long time. Unfortunately, however, I lack the time to indulge in these feelings if I want to be on time.A few minutes later, the cab I ordered, picks me up. I slip into the back seat. I give the driver the address and lean back to enjoy the ride.And how I enjoy it. The vibrations of the car cause the egg to vibrate in my pussy. My naked pussy on the leather seat does the rest. I am so hot. My pussy is so wet. I think I’m going to leave a pool on the leather seat. I’m trying very hard to appear normal although I know that I’m blushing and have trouble keeping my face straight. I keep pressing my butt into the seat to get rid of some tension. Every now and then I furtively look into the front of the cab to see if the cab driver notices anything. He is either very discreet or fully concentrated on the road. I, on the other hand, am completely caught up in my lust, in the feeling of this thing inside me. It has already made me so horny all day that I now only want to orgasm.Fortunately, I’m not wearing panties so I can reach under my skirt with one hand and hopefully, unnoticed. Oh my God. I am so wet. I find my clit and a few small circular movements are enough to bring me to the edge.It’s getting harder and harder not to let go. I press my pussy harder and harder into the seat and notice how my juice runs down the seat. I have to be careful that I do not make any noise or moan. I’m trying not to let my pussy and the seat cause a smacking noise.I am so engrossed in my ecstasy and so focused on not making any noises or noticeable movement that I do not even notice the cab coming to a halt and we have arrived at our destination. A little confused and further excited, I brush my hair off my now sweating face, I knead my neck and again take a look in the rearview mirror. The driver is grinning at me. I smile sheepishly back. I pay the fare and get out.When I enter the restaurant I am transported back to a time when everything was still great between Tim and I. The dimmed lights, the candlelight, the soft music, the smell of delicious food – all that reminds me of the times when we were often here. Times when we were like rabbits in our sex lives. Another bitter little reminder of days past –the up and down of emotions.I let my gaze wander through Escort Anadolu Yakası the room and forget for a brief moment that I have a clear order to sit at the bar. Most of the tables are occupied by couples. There is a very romantic ambience in the room. I notice one table where only one man is sitting with his back to me, he has broad shoulders and as it looks from behind, he is wearing a suit. Although I can’t see his face, I like this sight very much. He reminds me of Tom.But I remember the note and go to the bar and sit on a bar stool. I just ordered my usual poison when I feel a buzzing deep in my cunt. At first, I am shocked and frightened until I realise that it must be the egg. Apparently, the remote control is nearby so that the egg can be operated with it. Oh my god, what was I thinking when I showed up here with this egg inside of me? I don’t even know who is operating this remote control. Just as I am about to finish this thought, a further shiver runs through me and the egg vibrates stronger and a little longer this time.As before, I sit almost naked with my pussy on the bar stool. I’m still completely wet and the egg does the rest. I furtively look around the room to see if I can recognize who is holding the remote control in his hands. This is all so exciting but also scary because I still do not know who controls this egg. I watch the couples and also the man sitting alone but it seems to me that none of them has a remote control in their hands.  I don’t have time to worry anyway because immediately, the egg begins to vibrate again. But this time it doesn’t stop, it vibrates continuously and in an exciting rhythm. As before in the cab, I instinctively press my little cunt against the bar stool. I try to rub against it, looking to get my release. I also try to avoid moaning loudly at the counter and I am very careful to draw as little attention to myself as possible. I hold on to the counter desperately. I’m trying to concentrate on my drink but also trying to focus on this absolutely horny feeling and actually just waiting to finally orgasm. I have to concentrate on my breathing. It is shallow and is getting faster and faster. I would like to touch myself. I want to touch my nipples. I want to massage my clit. I don’t know what to do anymore, it’s all too much, it’s all just too much. The next moment the egg stops for a short moment. I sip my drink briefly to wet my dry lips and steady myself a bit. I speculate again about my mysterious egg controller.After a few seconds, the egg begins to vibrate again, now with an even stronger intensity. I tilt my pelvis slightly forward so that my clit touches the seat again. I can no longer help but rub against the seat. My whole body seems to be remote-controlled. I rub with small barely noticeable movement and I now do not care if anyone sees it. I just have to find satisfaction. My hands are on my thighs and hold them tight so as not to move upwards of their own accord. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore, I throw my head back, looking at the ceiling. I exhale carefully and have a very intense but quiet and calm orgasm. Sweat is now collecting on my forehead. I have to hold on to the counter so I don’t slide off the chair. Cautiously, I look around. No one seems to be paying any attention to me.The vibro egg has stopped vibrating. Slowly I slide off the bar stool and make my way to the bathroom. I need to freshen up a bit. I am completely sweaty and completely wet. Wow, what an experience. Right now I don’t care if the other guests have noticed anything.

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12/06/10  21:18 GMT(extract)Well, Carlotta—There are few things which set the blood coursing to one’s dick more urgently than contemplation of deflowering a feisty young virgin—one who has kept her hymen intact for reasons of religion. I hadn’t considered the matter greatly, but so it turns out. It makes shower-room dalliances with skinny college sluts seem pointless and tawdry. Not that I should be totally dismissive of young Katie. She was a hot slippery young thing and her cunt clutched my cock like the rubber grip on a handlebar. Which only makes me imagine what a chaste Christian girl’s tunnel will feel like once it’s naturally lubed and accepting of its first pre-marital dick.Now if the virgin in question were a timid mouse choosing between loose-fitting sweaters for daywear, it wouldn’t be worth my time. The seduction would be torturous without a payoff sufficient to make it worth the effort; I like a girl to do more than squeak feebly underneath me. No, sex has to be present and sniffable in the prey, however tightly bottled up.Not that Neely is a prim and starchy kind of Christian. Her inner desire is nearer the surface, ready to come frothing out of the bottle, to sustain that metaphor. I plan a steady shaking-up over several dates, before ‘pop’ goes her cork. And what a frothy explosion it should be.I sensed her potential during that risible ‘interview’ by her pastor. She did her damnedest to appear cool and progressive as she danced around his questions, but she still took pains to express it—how much she cherished her chastity. “It’s precious, a gift to be stored up …” To hear her say it made my cock huge and thunderously hard. (Following that summer’s worth of rigorous demonstration, Carlotta, you know I’m not overselling myself.) Now this girl knew I was listening, hell I’d caught her eye several times. She could have phrased it any of a hundred other ways, so we hardly need to bring in Sigmund Freud to point out how much pent-up simmering need there is within this twenty-four-year-old paragon of Christian temperance. Oh joy to him on whom the ‘gift’ is bestowed.Our encounters thus far, I should say, have been very satisfactory, albeit low-key. There have been afternoon coffees and impromptu walks in the park complete with tentative hand-holding. More than that there have been two further car-seat kisses, rounding off two eminently respectable evening dates in preparation for which I groomed and she primped like we were teenagers. (On some levels, of course, she still is.) Those lip-locks, following on from that day we first met, did more to undermine our girl’s defences than any amount of crude attempted groping. The sense of her involuntarily shaping her languid curves closer to me on each encounter, the awareness in her eyes that my cock is pulsing-huge for her—both most gratifying.Let’s see, date one—meal and movie at a local arts complex. She does a nice line in charity-shop chic, balanced between Christian restraint and “I can be demurely sexy”; I’ll strip away the demure part soon enough. That evening established trust, assured her subtly that I wouldn’t be making any crass attempts to Ataşehir Escort get my hand down her panties. (I use ‘panties’ in deference to you, my dear. I know ‘knickers’ conjures to your mind an image of expansive frilly bloomers.) I skirted around the fringes of my sexual history with enough tease to peak her interest—and she is so very interested—plus enough reticence to make her think I’m embarrassed in her presence of my past coxploits. What a fun game it is. Moving on …Date two was a country picnic. Now this was something of a tour de force. I called her on a promise she’d made to help me with a newspaper article and managed to steer the topic conveniently to that of chastity. We sat there on the rug sipping fizzy wine and delving, with use of the most discreet euphemisms possible, into why she doesn’t take any dick. How better to focus someone on the idea of fucking than with in-depth discussion on the theme of not doing that very thing? Yearning for release, she is. I could almost hear the strain of her tits against her blouse-buttons.She went to pains to insist, on both occasions, how much better it would be for both of us if we remained as friends. How much less complicated, since I know she can’t “respond to me physically” the way I might “hope for with another girl”. I insisted that part of her appeal—oh the irony—is that she does have principles and that she values her sexuality. I could almost smell the moistening of her cunt as my words sank in. So it goes—the subtle dance of heathen seducer and sweet Christian prey.Which brings us to date three and the taking of my first real risk. One that paid off handsomely, I think, though that remains to be proven. On that encounter more detail is required. Perfectly innocent evening to begin with, lubricated with a few bottled beers, while listening to some rock outfit in a bar down by the harbour …  12/06/10   19:31 PSTWell blow me down, the boy has got some restraint. It almost makes me forgive you for coining the word ‘coxploits’. Almost.I recall during the Summer of Ray’s Seething Lust you couldn’t wait to get said cock out of your pants and into one of my ready, wet holes. Or at the very least to let it swing free while you provided me with some oral attention. I’ll give you your due, Ray, you knew how to put a shit-eating grin all over my face with that tongue of yours, before completing the job with your robust member. Do not take this the wrong way, but I occasionally miss the selfish manner in which you worked me over.Like now for example. My sex life is perfectly healthy. I’m fucking a guy who’s married to Maria, my friend from Pilates class, and it’s an arrangement that works for me very well. He’s enthusiastic and he loves what I do to his dick, so that he’s at my beck like a young dog sporting a permanent hard-on. And I can bring him to heel with the merest hint that I might withdraw my favors or make trouble between him and his wife. She’s not that much of a friend. It’s regular, convenient and enough fun to make it worthwhile. But he’s simply not the kind of hard-playing bastard you were Ray.There. Ataşehir Escort Bayan A compliment. From me. You know for all your bullshit I still sometimes consider a trip across the Pond to put my body at your disposal, and you haven’t heard me say that in a while. I could easily tie in a trip with work now that the company’s expanding to the UK. But of course for that to happen I’d need to feel sure you’re living up to your potential. That you haven’t lost that steely edge, the thing that attracted me in the first place. That it’s even keener than before and that you’re acquiring some additional skills in the process. Right now what you’re doing is proving yourself to me. All over.You know the thought of you actually dating, biding your time and working your way through stages of seduction from a cold start with no absolute certainty that you’ll ever get to sink that dick, it does impress.How are you doing it, Ray? Are you getting some, aside from the anticipated main event, that you’re not telling me about? Calling up one of those slutty little friends listed in your BlackBerry? Or are you as single-minded in your pursuit as that FBI agent Tommy Lee Jones played in The Fugitive? Hunting down a prissy young virgin on the run from her own scary sex-instinct. Part of me hopes the latter. I like that thought of you panting for it, Ray. Denying yourself and channeling all that frustration into your evil efforts. But then the realist in me knows you’d get overwhelmed by your own libido and screw up one of those subtle maneuvers you’ve been crowing about. I think you should go blow an occasional load into some slut-on-the-side so you can keep your focus. In fact I positively encourage it.Because I do want you to succeed in nailing this girl, my horny friend. More so since you directed me to her pics on the church website. You didn’t exaggerate. She’s every bit the hottie you’d suggested and not a trace of Christian frumpiness. Not in her dress-sense at any rate. But I could still sense it in her cheery grin and her isn’t-God-groovy posturing as she wrapped arms around members of her junior flock. Her inner frump was all on display. She’s got the whole deal worked out, hasn’t she? There she is, drawing the lost to the Jesus-club.Take your time and fuck her good, Ray. Bone her every which way and make her come like a screaming whore of Babylon, all her God-thoughts still intact and judging her.Over-the-top? No apology. It comes of being a born cynic smothered by a Baptist upbringing. That’s nature and nurture, Ray. I’ve way too many memories of being lost among hymn-singing mini-believers, their holy smugness radiating more heat than the campfire they sat around. I pretended to follow the herd so I could avoid all their cloying concern-for-the-heathen and being the object of their impromptu late-night prayer sessions. Bad, bad days. Seriously, Ray, don’t screw this up. Take your time, do her good and tell me everything. I’m going to fucking enjoy this like I’m doing her myself.Keep those entertaining reports coming.—CarlottaKiss-kiss. ~~~~ Neely made sure this time that Escort Ataşehir Jasmine was out before she picked up Odyssey of Lust. She was convinced her roommate was leaving the paperback around their shared living-space deliberately, in hope that Neely would further sample its prose. Its vulgar yet undeniably compelling prose. Temptation struck at the end of a lengthy working Sunday and within twenty-four hours of her most recent date with Ray. Both factors confirmed a pattern, she noted. Fresh from a meeting with Pastor Simmons on their ‘sexual ethics’ workshops, she was punch-drunk from piety. Lifting the book was scarily close to an act of rebellion.She riffled through the first few chapters to a particularly salacious passage. Sapphire, a girl who came off the page like a kind of accidental trollop, had set out on her journey of self-discovery, ending up in Jamaica. The Caribbean island was her first stop on a trans-global tour funded by the money she had inherited from a sadly-departed uncle. The heroine was now semi-sozzled on tequila in a beach-bar and the only remaining patron. This much Neely picked up from her page-skimming as she nestled deep into the sofa; she’d been drawn there as by an inexorable force of gravity, the promise of the words pulling her down. Usually she would resist, but there was a strange luxury in giving up to this moment of weakness, surrendering to the novel’s dubious delights. A fever was upon her, prickling her skin and accelerating her heart rate as she immersed herself.Heiress Sapphire, it struck Neely, was permanently in a state of confused arousal as her erotic misadventures unfolded. This was exemplified on page sixty-three, when Deshane shoved her up against the bar’s front, his broad frame trapping her completely.“Now it’s just you and me, my American beauty,” he said, his face splitting into a wide mocking grin.“What? But I thought you wanted me to help clean up some glasses! You said I could help around!” Sapphire gasped, as she felt a great python uncoiling inside his close-pressed beach shorts. Now there was an arresting image for a female reader.“So why would a spoilt rich-bitch from California want to work in my humble little bar?” he asked, his eyes glinting wickedly in his dark handsome face. “And why would I want a beautiful girl like you serving my tables when there are better things you can do on them?”“I wanted to try something different,” Sapphire panted, her loins moistening to be squeezed so tightly against his manhood as it extended within his shorts.“I know exactly what you wanted to try,” he grinned, his hands starting to wander all over her neck and chest. “That’s why you have been wiggling that ass in those tight shorts and showing off these ripe firm mangos inside this tiny little top. And why you’ve been giving Deshane the eye all this afternoon.” Neely could not fathom why she found this character appealing, or what possessed her to read on to the point where… He groped her breasts freely through the thin material of her cut-off tee-shirt and they filled his large hands. She felt her nipples inflate as he fondled her.“But I … I didn’t realise … I was flirting, being … being friendly,” she stammered.“Oh you’re going to be friendly, my sweet baby,” he told her. He picked her up by her slim waist, his biceps and chest muscles bulging against his coloured shirt as he set her ass easily down onto the bar. “And I’m going to be friendly to you first.”

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Hey honey, how’s your day been? Oh and thank you for the red rose, that was so sweet. You must have sneaked into class very early; I hope no one saw you. Okay, you were discreet, that’s good. I bet you didn’t think we would be meeting again so soon, uh? To tell you the truth, hooking up with you really excites me. I love the power I have over you and the effect I know I have on you. I imagine there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me. Am I right? Yes, I know I am. The library is a cool location for our meeting, don’t you think? Have you been Göztepe Escort reliving our time in the park? I bet you’ve been jacking off like crazy, haven’t you? They told me to be wary of relationships with my students. But I don’t see you complaining, and there are only six years between us after all. I know we’re breaking every rule in the book, but I just can’t help myself. When we’re in class, do you get hard at your desk? I’m sure you must, at least you do now, I bet, since I jerked you off.So, do you like Göztepe Escort Bayan what I’ve put on for you today?  You do? Thank you. I thought I would go a little more sophisticated this time around. I know how much you enjoyed me being the slut about town, but this professional look is hot, isn’t it! See these? Ooh easy tiger! I’ll let you touch, just take it easy, darling. You like stockings and suspenders then? I can see you are really going to be my puppy – I’m going to have you eating out of my Escort Göztepe hand. I have this idea of tying you to a chair in the store room… oh, listen to me getting ahead of myself! That’s for another time.Okay, put your hand inside my skirt. Feel the sheer silk and my skin, hmmm… that’s good isn’t it? Are you getting hard now? Just slide your hand up as far as you like. Stroke the hot tender flesh inside my thighs.I can see you’re excited. Don’t you think there’s something erotic about doing this amid the austerity of the library? I deliberately chose this section. No one comes here – but they just might do. That’s what makes it exciting. Give me your hand. I want you to touch me. Let me just hitch my skirt up a little. There, see how my panties are clinging to my pussy lips? That’s how turned on I am by these meet-ups. 

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As I nervously slurped up my scotch on the rocks, Alex began to explain the presence of so many men during what was supposed to be a sexual-business transaction between only me and him.

“You see, Annette, we are a group of men who do not get what we need sexually elsewhere. Some of us are bachelors and don’t want to bother with dating just to get sex. Others of us are married to uncooperative, uninterested women. We found each other online mostly, with some additions via word-of-mouth. We do this from time to time – we find a nice young girl like you, who is in some kind of money trouble, and we share her in exchange for a nice dividend. It’s a win-win situation. You can trust us – I can’t promise you that we care a lick about your pleasure, but you will come away from this unharmed – if, like I said, you are a good sport. Of course, I apologize for not telling you before – I couldn’t tell you about this yesterday – you were already so nervous, there was no way you’d agree to something like this.”

I looked down at my empty glass. The scotch was working its magic, and I no longer felt so unhinged and apprehensive. Still, I wasn’t so calmed down that I felt turned on at all. But nonetheless, my drink was gone and it was time to get the show on the road.

I looked around me. The men who weren’t naked to begin with were removing their clothes. A gentle-looking man with a baby face and a little potbelly came over to me and took my hands. “Ok, sweetheart, stand up now,” he said softly. I stood up and he began to undress me. Everyone in the room watched intently. I didn’t quite know where to look while I was being stripped in front of all these men, so I took note of my surroundings. I noticed there was a clear plastic sheet spread over one of the beds, and a mirror on the closet door that was directly opposite the bed. There was even a mirror on the ceiling, how strange for a nice hotel, I thought.

Alex had seen my confusion and explained, “This is my hotel room. Nobody stays here but me. In fact, I only use this room for these kinds of escapades. I had that mirror put in for fun. You’ll see.” And he winked at me.

Finally I was completely nude and I heard a murmur of approval go through the room. The sudden exposure to the cool air in the room made my nipples harden, and in spite of my slight shyness, I was proud of how perky and perfect my boobs looked.

The baby-faced man ordered me Ankara bayan escort to lay back on the bed. I obeyed. He began to bind my wrists together over my head, and attached that cord to the headboard of the bed. Two muscular men, one handsome and one not, kneeled beside me and pulled my legs up roughly. They each held my legs back with one arm, my knees crooked around their elbows, and with their free hands they resumed stroking their cocks, right over me. My legs were spread back so far that my cunt was almost tilted upward, at an angle. I looked into the mirror on the ceiling. I must admit I thought I looked pretty sexy like that, all restrained and vulnerable, with two beefcakes stroking themselves beside me.

Alex walked by the foot of the bed and stared at my spread cunt with scholarly interest. He nodded his approval at me. I felt proud – I had received compliments from all my lovers on my cunt. It was all pale pink and sweet-looking, and my vagina was tiny and tight, hardly the size of a dime when unstretched. Every guy I had ever been with swore I was a virgin.

I didn’t have to wait long for my violation to begin. The handsome black man who had grabbed me when I entered the room came forward. I stared at his dick in disbelief. There was no way he would fit! My hand probably couldn’t even wrap completely around it, and it was longer than I thought humanly possible. It looked nearly twice as big as the biggest cock I had ever had. I think I muttered, “oh SHIT” under my breath. He leaned down on top of me and his face was close to mine. He was breathing heavy and trembling, wanting to wrap that massive, magestic thing of his in my soft pink cunt so bad. He pressed his cockhead to me, but he couldn’t even get it inside. I was once again nervous, and not turned on and wet at all.

“Damn!” He yelled. “This bitch isn’t wet at all! I can’t even get inside!” The baby-faced man stepped forward and the black man got off of me. “So, she needs lubing, eh? Well… let me take care of it!” The baby-faced man kneeled over my cunt for some time, pumping his short, fat cock in his hand furiously for a few minutes. Suddenly he leaned forward and put just the tip of his penis in my pussy, and spewed. His spunk ran all inside me, coating the inside of my cunt well. Because of the angle of my hips, it didn’t trickle out of me immediately.

Now, I said before that I had been Escort bayan Ankara on the Pill since I was 17. But during that time I had always used condoms too, as extra protection. The sensation of cum inside of me was totally new, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that I loved it. It was so sexy, all that warm, gooey jizz bubbling down inside of me, and if I wasn’t turned on before, I sure as hell was then.

The baby-faced man noted my reaction, my half-closed eyes and my mouth in a silent O shape, and gave me a smarmy grin. He climbed off the bed for the black man took his position again. For the instant that nothing obstructed my view to the mirror across from the bed, I raised my head up and glanced. There was a thick stream of creamy white cum starting to ooze out of my cunt hole. The black man climbed on top of me again. He wasted no time and slammed into my cum-drenched, well-lubed pussy.

I think my body might have gone into shock, maybe I blacked out for a minute, the initial pain was so astounding. It was such an invasive feeling, my poor little twat trying desperately to accomodate so much meat. I shifted my hips again and again but it was no use. My vaginal walls hugged his big black cock and convulsed, trying to get used to such violation. I looked up into the mirror – what a sight, that inhumanly wide cock burying into my pussy, that cock that looked even wider than my waist. It was so huge that I swear I could feel it in my stomach, even see a slight stirring when I looked at my taut, flat belly in the mirror.

His cock was jack-hammering away, and after a minute or two I got used to the size. Because he was so big, everytime he slammed forward into me my pussy strained and stretched, and I guess this must have stimulated my clit, because before I knew it I was having a tremendous, earth shattering orgasm. The spasms of my cunt milked the black man’s cock, which I guess he must liked, because as I launched into my second orgasm I felt his load hit my cervix. He sprayed and gushed so much that his cock was forced out of my pussy a little ways to make room for all the spunk. The feeling of being filled up like that – and by a black man! – would have made me cum again, but the black man was spent, and pulled his member out of me. My pussy deflated back to its normal size.

As the black man got off of me I glanced in the mirror again. Cum was Bayan escort Ankara bubbling out of my pussy, more than I could have contained, and trickled past my asshole and onto the plastic sheet, in a puddle around my ass. I grinned at my disgraced reflection, satisfied.

“I think she likes you!” A hunky blonde guy said to the black man, and they high-fived each other as they passed, the blonde man coming to take the black man’s place. I didn’t get a chance to take a good look at the blonde man’s package, but from the feel of it as he dove into me, he was impressively built and had a slight bend in his cock, which hit my G-spot perfectly. I gyrated with him as much as my restricted position would allow me, squealing and cumming with almost each thrust. The black man decided he wasn’t done with me, and as the blonde man had his way with my pussy, the black man climbed on top of my face.

His cock was limp now but still bigger than any other man’s there. He lowered it into my waiting mouth, muttering “Clean me up now, bitch”. I sucked my pussy juice and what little bit of his cum didn’t land inside me off his cock until it grew hard. He was nearly halfway down my throat when he suddenly pulled almost all the way out, and came into my open mouth. It was amazing how much there was left in him, and it oozed down my tongue. I was about to swallow when he suddenly said, “Wait! Don’t swallow, let’s see it.”

I got it, these men liked to see their cum in or on a girl. It was no use if it disappeared down my throat. They wanted cum bubbling out of my every orifice, so they would have it. A handful of men leaned in around my face and watched, expectantly. I pushed the cum out of my mouth and let it bubble around my full, pursed lips, and it ran down the sides of my face. I felt a little regret that I couldn’t swallow it, but maybe later I would secretly swallow someone else’s. Apparently I did well, the men around me grinned and pumped their cocks harder, eagerly awaiting their turn.

The blonde man, who had been busy pleasuring my cunt with his bent cock, filled me with his spunk too. I felt him jerking and twitching inside of me, and a hot fresh load coated my vaginal barrier. Eagerly I looked in the mirror after he climbed off me and saw that his cum was different from the first man’s, which was still bubbling out of me. The blonde man’s jizz was thinner and paler, the black man’s jizz was thick and heavy and creamy. A mixture of both flowed from my abused pussy. I couldn’t wait for the next man. The thought of every man in the room depositing their cum inside me drove me crazy with lust. I wanted more, and there was at least 20 something more men to go. I was a cum slut, and I was glad.

To be continued…

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Head of Security for a film studio in Hollywood sounded like a walk in the park compared to what Nathan Campbell had been doing. The gritty world of espionage working for the government had taken its toll and he was glad to be doing something more relaxing.His first day in his new employment also has an added bonus, he found out the famous model Jodie Adams is making her film debut playing a supporting role in a new science fiction flick currently being filmed at his studio.Nathan had worked as Jodie’s bodyguard a few years ago. However, he found it hard to keep his mind on his work and ended up having a sexual relationship with his beautiful boss that summer.Before Nathan got started he decided to go and seek Jodie out. He asked one of the studio assistants who gladly pointed him in the right direction handing Nathan a big bunch of roses at the same time.“What are these for?” he asks.“It’s Valentine’s Day. These arrived for Miss Adams. If you are going to see her, you can give them to her. It will save me a job.”Nathan wanders off and finds Jodie taking a break from her filming. She is dressed in a skimpy silver space outfit. She knew she had got the part as eye candy and not because of her acting ability.“Nathan,” she says, excited to see her old flame.They hug and he kisses her on the cheek.“You shouldn’t have,” she says looking at the roses.“I didn’t,” Nathan replies handing her the flowers.“They are from Peter, a guy I have been seeing,” Jodie says reading the card.“A lucky guy,” Nathan says disappointed to find out she isn’t single.“Miss Adams, we need you on set,” a voice calls out behind them.With Anadolu Yakası Escort that, Jodie makes her excuses, takes Nathan’s number and promises to call him later. On her next break though she calls Peter to thank him for the beautiful roses.Peter is a professional swimmer and had won bronze in the Olympics. He and Jodie had only been on a few dates and were still getting to know each other.He is delighted to get her call and invites her out for a Valentine’s Day dinner that evening. Jodie explains she has a quick meeting with her director at the hotel but would meet him in the foyer afterwards.In her mind, Jodie starts to compare Peter with Nathan. They are about the same age, and both have brown hair, although Nathan is a bigger build. How strange he turns up on Valentine’s Day. Thinking about him starts to wake up old feelings. She quickly puts these thoughts out of her head and looks forward to seeing Peter again.Jodie looks stunning in a black crop top and matching knee-length shirt, she was showing off her washboard abs and slender legs. Her red pedicured toes looked crazy hot in silver and black high-heel mules with a silver toe ring and anklet.Peter is blown away as he meets the blonde supermodel in the hotel foyer. He escorts her to his Cadillac outside. As they drive to the restaurant Peter has lined up, the pair start to flirt.“Wow, you look ravishing in black,” Peter says.“Thank you.”Jodie is a celebrity who is known for going out without underwear on. Their last date however was the first time Peter had got to second base and Jodie had been Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan wearing panties.“Is your underwear black?” Peter asks probing tonight’s outfit.“No. I thought I would go for red as it is Valentine’s day.”“I love a red thong,” Peter says flirtingly.“Well, it’s a G-string,” Jodie replies correcting him.“I never see the point in G-strings, you might as well not bother,” Peter says smiling.“I was having a meeting with my boss first so I thought I should wear something,” Jodie explains.“You are not with him now,” Peter says coyly.“Are you suggesting I should take my underwear off?”Peter just smiles. With that Jodie puts her hand up her skirt and pulls the red G-string down her bare legs and slips the garment into her clutch bag.“Ah, that’s more comfortable,” she says seductively.They arrive at the restaurant and have an exquisite meal. Peter is besotted with her. It is Valentine’s Day, she isn’t wearing underwear. Tonight is the night!After they finish eating Peter suggests they go back to his house. Jodie accepts, Peter has never taken her there before and she is keen to see how he lives. Peter’s old white house is remote in the hills outside of L.A. The inside is nicely decorated in a traditional style. They soon settle with some drinks on the sofa.“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Jodie says.“It’s not over yet,” Peter replies.They start kissing. Peter runs his hand along Jodie’s toned, bare legs.  She arches them open allowing him better access to her pussy as his hand moves slowly further up. Jodie gasps feeling his fingers slowly Escort Anadolu Yakası enter her. “I want you to fuck me,” Jodie whispers.Peter pulls her up and takes her upstairs to his bedroom. They continue to kiss as they collapse on the bed. Jodie takes off her heels and lays back. Peter kicks off his shoes, pulls off his shirt and climbs on top.He caresses her body, pulling her top away from her boobs. He starts to kiss her breasts as he unzips her skirt and pulls it down. She in turn undoes his trousers. Soon they are both naked and their bodies met in the middle of the bed.Jodie then sits back and swings her legs around. Peter lays back between her thighs and holds her buttocks as his nose is pressed again her pussy. Jodie sits on his face as he licks her snatch. She stretches her legs and wraps her feet around Peter’s cock.While Peter can’t see much else other than Jodie’s flesh, he can feel her little toes around the hard shaft of his knob, rubbing and running up and down. Jodie is getting increasingly wetter and moans loudly as she starts to cum. She continues to give Peter a foot job while feeling his tongue lapping at her cracks. He moves from her legs and puts his rock-hard cock in her wet cunt.They start to kiss again, and Jodie can taste her juices in Peter’s mouth. With her legs in the air. Peter squeezes between them. Within a few minutes, Jodie feels his warm load as he explodes in her canal. The pair then fall asleep satisfied and exhausted.A few hours later Jodie wakes up, needing to pee. The bedroom has no ensuite, so she puts her skirt on and walks barefoot to find the bathroom. Picking up her clutch bag so she can also check her mobile.She walks down the corridor coming to a couple of open doors, which are bedrooms. Then she comes to a closed room. She opens the door thinking this must be the bathroom. She goes in and switches on the light. She is shocked and horrified. It certainly isn’t the bathroom.

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Paco eased up a little on the pillow, rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes. He felt the nerve endings on his cock tremble as Alba’s mouth moved down it, up and down, up and down. Oh God! He was rock-hard. A blowjob was so unlike any previous experience that, as it was sucked, his penis felt like a different organ, a brand new organ that hadn’t been on his body until today. He wanted to thrust, as if making love to her, but he knew this was too good to stop.Alba now licked his balls, jerking his cock with his hands. He looked down at her. She looked different, having taken off her glasses. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and in bangs. Freckles were spotted across her nose and inner cheeks. She was wearing her bikini…they’d come from the beach and, although he was naked, she had not removed her top…“Ahhhhhhhhh,”.His penis was as alive as it had ever felt, but he realized it needed some jerking to reach orgasm. He wanted so bad to reach down, but he also wanted to prolong the experience, to see what Alba would do.It was in her mouth again.“Bit faster,” he whispered.She changed rhythm, sucking it firmly and quickly and Paco could not believe anything could feel this good. The sensation of his cock, the sight of her (nearly) bare ass in the air beyond his knees. He closed his eyes again, and Alba’s tongue ran snake-like across the top and then…Alba stopped gulping, seized his cock and jerked it hard with her Bostancı Escort hand. It took five seconds for him to cum, an explosive orgasm that shot out of his cock and arced across his upper torso. He yelled.Alba scooted up and sat next to him on the bed. He breathed deeply, then leaned over and kissed her.“Jesus, where did you learn that?” he asked. Alba giggled, and looked down, coyly.Evidently, she had no intention of telling him. He decided to tease.“Seriously. You’ve done that before, right?” he said with a smile.She put her fingers to her lips.“Come on, tell me!”Alba’s demeanor changed, slightly.“No, Paco. I don’t want to. Know when to stop.”Paco opened his mouth to argue but realized that pressing too hard might result in the loss of a potential second blowjob. He clammed up.But he wondered, though. They lived up in the mountains, almost a village, really. There weren’t many people about. Alba was only nineteen, like him. She hadn’t spent years in the city or travelled abroad. She was a small-town girl. There wasn’t a big pool of guys she could have practiced on, and he almost certainly knew the guy, whoever it was.“I got to go. My folks will be wondering where I am. I’ll call you tomorrow, Paco, ok?”She pulled on her jeans and t-shirt and gave him a peck on the cheek to say goodbye.Paco watched her go then messaged his best friend, Oscar.“Beer later? I’ve had quite a day!”                                                           Bostancı Escort Bayan *Alba took a sip of water and licked her lips. Oscar’s penis was half erect. She pulled her t-shirt off, and saw his eyes look her over, coming to rest on her breasts. She bent and, with her thumb and index finger, eased his cock into her mouth.“I’ve got to get going. Don’t take too long!” were the last words she said as she dipped down.“Me too. Meeting a friend for a beer at eight,” Oscar said, closing his eyes.Alba teased his glans with her tongue, then she twisted her head in a semi-circle three times, as if she were polishing the top of his cock.“Holy shit!” Oscar murmured.“Alba. You should let me go down on you. You’re giving your best work for free!”“No, you’re ok. It’s my pleasure.”“You…ahhhhhh…. you really don’t want any action?”“All in good time,” she said enigmatically.She felt Oscar grip her scalp, running his fingers through her hair.“Quicker,” he whispered.Alba knew when a man was about to come. She could sense a very slight change in the way his cock felt. It hardened almost imperceptibly. There was a threshold beyond which the man was no longer in control. Oscar was nearly there. She decided to go deep, opening her throat and lowering her mouth right down. Oscar was almost frantic. She pulled up, her lips around his shaft and….He Escort Bostancı came hard in her mouth.“I’m going to give you such an orgasm one day,” he said. “I fucking owe you one.”“Yes, you do. Now, go be with your friend!” she said with a laugh.                                                   *       On Alba’s stepbrother’s bookshelf was a pickup artist’s guide to bedding women. Alba had sneaked into his room and read it one day, when Luis was away at college. It had said, “Anyone who says the way to a man’s heart is his stomach knows nothing. The number one way to get and keep a man is to give him mind-blowing oral sex…”Alba had taken the advice to heart. She’d chosen a guinea pig and given her first. The moans, the heavy breathing and the cry at the end had acted like a shot of adrenaline for her. He would, she realized, remember her for the rest of his life. That was what Alba wanted, above all. To be remembered. To be thought of, even when they were with their future wives.So, she’d tried it again with another young man. She reduced him to a quivering, trembling wreck. Putty in her hands. She was learning about men the hard way. Within a month, two more cocks had passed her lips.There were gifts. There were meals in the local restaurant. New clothes were presented to her. Even jewelry. At nineteen, virtually every guy in the village was mad about her. She realized what a time-efficient method of getting your way blowjobs were. For fifteen minutes effort, she could make a guy her devotee and still have ample time to study and read and walk out in nature. It wasn’t like she was doing it professionally. Sometimes, though, she did wonder if she could…                                                 *

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Chapter 6 – After the Afterglow

We laid there for a while, my cock still in him. Soon I felt Nate’s body getting more tense as we both started to come back into reality. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders and looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite figure out. He stood up and removed himself from me. He hadn’t said a word; just sat for couple seconds with legs on the side of the bed and stood up after I lightly touched his back.

He looked like he wanted to say something but just went to the bathroom. I heard him run the water in the sink and then after a while, flush and shower. I listened with concern as I sat on bed. I was confused about what to do now and just decided to keep moving forward.

I took my shirt and wiped myself clean of his and my cum. I was thinking if joining him in shower now would be inappropriate or welcome. I wanted to give him space, but at the same time I didn’t want him to be troubled over it.

I don’t know him properly. Hell, I have known him maybe two months now, and given his tough shell, I probably knew nothing. But now I’ve felt that I’ve seen part of him that he himself didn’t know he has.

My question was answered when he finished showering and I could clearly hear him closing his bedroom door. He left. Decided on silence. I respected that and gave it to him.

For the rest of the day, Nate stayed in his room. When I walked out in the hallway, I heard him talking; like a gossip girl, I stood behind his door listening, realizing he was on call with Ashley. Nate was talking about work and he told her the two of us had a big fight, but it’s nothing she needed to be concerned about. His ability to lie somehow struck me, but I understood the need for that, in a way.

The next day we met in the kitchen around lunch. He looked at me with dark circles and redness around his eyes, like he was crying. He wanted to move past me without a word. I was torn but I let him.

Tuesday, he seemed even worse. He looked like he didn’t shower, brush his teeth or anything else important. He was in a baggy t-shirt and loose pants, hair all over and his beard started slowly growing in.

When this repeated the next day, his overall state was just worse—like he hadn’t slept, washed himself or even eaten more than those few pieces of fruit I saw him sometimes take up to his bedroom.

I spent the whole day Thursday in the kitchen waiting for him. When he came down I handed him his coffee and asked him to sit with me. He refused and tried to move past me. I’d had enough. I was only hoping I wouldn’t make this worse, but I thought it was already way too bad.

I took his mug and set it on the counter and then embraced him. He just stood there still, his loose arms next to his body for a few seconds. Then I tightened my arms around him and put my forehead on his shoulder. I sensed his beard brushing on my neck when I felt he inhaled lightly through his nose. He embraced me and breathed me in like something in him craved for it, but it felt like he was restraining himself. Nate started to shake slightly, and I raised my head looking at him, my hand caressing his cheek and neck. He looked at me with a sad face, holding me around my waist.

We didn’t say anything. He just slowly removed himself from my embrace and left me alone.

That evening I heard him in the shower. By this point I decided that I needed to leave, and the sooner the better. At the first thing in the morning I’d call my friends and find something – anything, anywhere – at any cost. If needed, I would live in a different country. All I need for work is a laptop. I don’t want to break this man.

Before bed, I took a long shower, thinking about who to call, where to live, how to tell Nathaniel. I couldn’t help but bring back the memories from that morning three days ago. I started jerking off slowly, but soon became frustrated from how it all ended, and instead of jacking off I felt like punching hole in the wall. So, I turned off the water, brushed my teeth and went to bed.

I already drifted off to sleep when I heard in the silence of my dark room the bathroom door opening. I thought if I should pretend to be asleep when Nate came over my bed and sat on it next to me.

I opened my eyes and from the bathroom light shining in, I saw he was looking at the door.

“I can’t stop thinking about it”, Nate spoke in a near whisper. I couldn’t either, but I decided to stay quiet.

“What is worrying me is not the cheating. It’s not that I don’t think about Ashley, but I don’t feel any remorse in regard to sex. We already had talked about us being fine with either of us having no sex and if such need should arise, to pay someone to deal with it.” I raised my eyebrows and sat up in bed, letting him talk. Honestly, I was more than a bit speechless, anyway.

“You may think it’s cold or weird, but we honestly never cared. Not since we’ve been together. I believe Ashley and I were both asexual when we met, Ankara bayan escort and I was happy that we found each other.

I know it’s kind of trend now, kids exploring their sexuality saying they are asexual, gay or straight, maybe even bi or pan, trans or whatever they feel fits for them in-between, and it’s amazing to have such freedom! To be able to get to know oneself.

But when Ashley or I were in that age, being without lust for someone was non-existent. We both had tough times pleasing our partners, our parents, the world around us. And it took us years to be able to admit it to ourselves, and even longer in front of the other.” He stopped and looked at me.

“So, you know I don’t care for labels. Even more, realizing that I crave sex with a person other than my wife isn’t the biggest issue. What troubles me the most is that I crave you, Rick. Not only that you’re a man, but you are Ashley’s brother. You are also the one person she cannot stand and the one person I could hurt her probably the most by being with.” He stood up, putting his arms around himself.

“Now… Not only do I deal with identity crisis, but also over the worst person possible. You know coming out as asexual in front of my wife…” he took a pause and then started talking to the dark wall in front of him.

“I honestly cherished her, and married her mostly for the fact that she didn’t ever guilt me for having little interest in sex. Still, telling her I was asexual was one of the most excruciating moments in my life. The only solace was that it gave us a chance to both come out, in a way. But coming out to her again, not only as gay but as gay and sleeping with her brother, whom she hates for…”

He stopped suddenly as if he nearly told more than he should. I wanted to know more. Maybe if Ashley’s reason for hating me would be something deeper than me being gay. Maybe I could have hated her less. I never knew about her being asexual. Hell, I don’t know the last thing about struggles asexual people may go through. Who knows if we could’ve settled our differences over all that pain from us both being different from the norm growing up.

“She has so many unresolved issues…” he corrected himself. “I don’t know how she would bear with it. It would destroy her.” He looked at me with a pleading look. I put my legs on the carpet, sitting on the bed facing him, covered only by a blanket. Given that I was naked, I felt it would be better for him if I am to stay like this. I could see he had a storm in his head. I myself remember times when I was just slowly admitting to myself I might be gay and the turmoil within me. I wanted to give him all the time and space he needed, all the compassion and understanding he craved, when he was now spilling all the guilt inside of him.

“You know”, he said with a sad smile “that vibrator you saw then. It was the reason I told her. I think at that time we tried our best to make up to each other for our lack of sex, thinking we need to please one another. So, one evening we saw some film or something, where a young couple used a vibrator to spice up their sex life, and I don’t know which one suggested it, but it was just one of those things. I suppose we did it because we thought it was expected of us. Anyway, it was a disaster; the first time we both did it for the other. But when we tried it the second time I broke down crying, telling her the truth. That night we spent the whole night talking about it, about us. And that morning when we laid there I was really intimately happy. That morning I asked her to marry me.”

Even though he was mentioning sex with my sister, I didn’t care at all. All I heard was the pain in his words and his loneliness. Maybe my idea of ‘cold and lonely’ is very different from theirs, and that’s why I disregarded all those fond gestures, caring and knowing one another. They lived platonically, but they may have had a stronger bond than I thought. It may feel cold and lonely just because there was no sexual connection, one which I so value and connect with relationships. This talk of his uncovered much for me. But still, it didn’t tell me anything about one thing: What are we? Me and Nathaniel?

“Nathaniel. Please come here.” I reached out my hand to him.

“I worry that if I come to you, I’ll kiss you”, he said in a whisper.

“Then kiss me.”

“Please, don’t do this to me.”

I let my hand down. “I will leave tomorrow.”

He looked at me with an expression of shock, like such a possibility was non-existent and I just broke the Universe. The fear and sheer terror in his eyes, I couldn’t bear it. I stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. He looked at my naked figure, frozen on the spot. I came over to him, taking his face into my hands.

“Nathaniel. If it helps you, if all you wish for, is returning to your old happy life, with Ashley, I will leave and never come back. I will wish you all the happiness you can take. But if there Escort bayan Ankara is a chance you would spend your life regretting that decision, tell me now.”

“How could I know, Rick? Before I met you, I was a happy asexual man with an amazing, caring wife. How can I know if I will be able to go back? Fuck, I know I won’t! I don’t know if I’ve always been gay, so far in closet I myself didn’t know. Do you know how many times before you I smelled another man’s cum? None! All I know now is that I’m confused, hungry for more and ashamed for what it would do to her if I won’t stop. I have no idea what to do now.”

“Stop this.” I pointed my index finger to his forehead. “You are spiraling. Let go. Breathe.”

“Fuck you!”

“We can try that, too.” I smirked at him.

He looked at me speechlessly. “I am so tired.” He laid his head on my shoulder.

“I know.” I caressed his hair and embraced him.

“You are smelling my neck boy, aren’t you?” I could feel his dick twitch, and at that comment, I decided to act on it. Not because I didn’t care what he was saying, but I realized he was guilting himself in a downward spiral and there seemed no end to it. I wanted to change his thoughts.

He raised his head, probably to hold himself back. “Don’t stop boy.” I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me. Then his eyes grew bigger, sniffing the air. “You are turned on.”

“That fucking nose of yours.” I had to smile a little. It was true. I don’t know how he does it, but it was true that at that moment, my dick sported semi and started growing. “How do you do it?”

“You suddenly changed the smell. I can’t help it.”

“You can’t help it?!” I said with a suggestive smile. “Then don’t help it, Nate.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but at that moment I somehow selfishly wanted him to want me.

“Rick, please.” He said that in a soft whisper. It made me twitch. This 6 feet, 2 inches tall man, over 200lbs of muscle, is whispering in such an erotic deep voice, cos he cannot contain his need for me. VI was getting mad with lust. I needed to play this game to the end. I needed him badly. Now.

“What exactly are you asking me for, Nathaniel?” My hands on his back pulled him closer to me, my hand slid over his round ass, cupping it and moving towards its center. I raised my other hand behind my head, exposing my armpit. “This?” I then looked at him deeply and moved my hand from his butt, taking his hand and guiding it to my hard cock. “Or this?”

He started breathing shallowly. “Please stop.” His eyes were already a bit foggy, lips parted in his silent whisper.

“I can’t help it, Nathaniel; you are driving me crazy. If you really want me to stop, I need you to leave or push me away.” I looked at his parted lips. “If you don’t push me away now, I will kiss you”, I whispered softly.

He breathed out, and in a swift move took my head and kissed me hard, releasing all of his hunger onto me. He sucked my tongue, bit my lips, and stroked my cock while pressing himself onto me with nearly desperation. I wanted to lower my hand when he caught it and launched onto my armpit, licking it all over while bathing in it.

“Fuck you, you fucker.” he said in growl in between licks and then shoved me onto bed, kneeling in front of my leaking cock. He took a long, hungry lick all over my shaft, breathing it in. After he completely soaked it with his spit, he raised my legs and looked at my balls, cupping them in his hand, slowly feeling them. He then slowly licked them. This sweet torture was taking its toll on me, and my cock was leaking so much, my body shaking like I was the one only recently deflowered.

“Take them in your mouth boy.” He looked at me like a curious teenager exploring new possibilities. He was so cute right now. That’s when I realized I don’t even know if he’s younger or older, and I kept calling him ‘boy’. He must have been at least 33-38, by the looks of him. Seeing him taking my balls in his mouth, I hoped he would be older. Me taking his pussy and calling him my boy would make it much hotter for me. The idea of this man and all those things I would like to do to him were playing over and over in my head as his tongue treated my balls to a tender, sensuous bath.

“There is one place you still haven’t visited boy.” He looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. I raised mine with a suggestive look. He got the message.

He looked genuinely surprised. “I thought you are a top.”

“Well, firstly, you never asked. I can bottom, but you are right, I prefer to fuck my boys. Still, I and many tops, never refuse nice rim job. I am a hedonist and love all kinds of pleasure boy. The question is if you want to try it.”

He didn’t answer—well not by words. He leaned in and brushed his face on my inner thigh all the way to my spread cheeks and took a shy breath in through his nose. After that, he dove in like a starving man. I screamed from surprise so loudly that someone Bayan escort Ankara outside must have heard me. I held his head and in bewilderment and laid back, receiving one of best rim jobs, ever. He licked it hungrily, forcing his tongue nearly to my stomach and making deep, circular movements, taking me all in. Damn, I was glad for my thorough clean-up in the shower before. I moaned like a bitch and the only expressions I was able to get out of me were grunts, growls and profanities, followed by “Eat me, Fucker! Eat that hole, fuck!”

When he looked me in the eyes and I saw him there, I was lost into oblivion, crazy with lust. He put finger inside, reaching my prostate all while rimming my entrance.

“Fuck! More!” I growled. He smirked and put another finger inside me.

“Fuck, you little marvel; if you’re this good at rimming me, I may even really let you fuck me….”, I said when he took a rest and just slowly fingered me, looking deeply into my eyes.

“How many times have you been fucked, boy?” Did he just call me boy? I started to think if I minded the switch in roles, and when he must’ve seen it in my expression, he returned to his work of art even harder and deeper, now with two fingers in. I screamed and the fog spread throughout my brain.

“I asked you a question, boy.” He said and suddenly stopped it all. I growled with disappointment and need.

“Don’t stop, Nate.”

He put back the fingers and painfully slowly started teasing my button. “How many?”

“Fuck.. Damn I don’t know; I haven’t counted, man.”

“Give me estimate guess, baby.” Who the fuck is this man?

“Fuck… maybe five or six.” I screamed out

“Good boy. Thank you.” And he went all in. Not only did he manage to rim and finger me at the same time, but he took my nipple in his other hand and started teasing and twisting it. I started shaking and thought I will cum hands-free, but as I was on the edge for too long without relief, it started to feel close to unbearable. I reached for my cock, but Nate’s hand intertwined his fingers with mine and raised himself over me. When I saw the state of his face, I went full-on autopilot, reached for him and kissed him like I’d never kissed anyone before. He let go of my hole and my hand and embraced me in the same kiss, himself. We were making out like this for eternity, never wanting to let go, our dicks smearing precum all over one another.

Then Nate raised himself and looked at me passionately in the dim light from bathroom. I knew what he wanted before he asked.

“Take me, Nathaniel.”

“Are you sure, Rick?”

“If I’m not sure now, I never have been or will be again.”

He raised himself off the bed. With an intense look deep into my eyes, he started slowly removing his clothes, leaving them fall on the carpet. When he was finally naked, he asked where I kept the lube. I told him, and he found it. He applied generous amounts on his shaft, stroking it as his leaking dick was standing at full mast in front of me. He came onto the bed covering me with his body and kissed me again with a slow, burning passion. While doing so, he spread my knees apart, moving himself carefully at my entrance. I braced for the pain, but the gentleness of his invasion was breath-taking. He slowly inserted himself in small, patient thrusts, and soon all of his seven and a half inches were inside me, all while Nate was passionately kissing me and looking at my expression. Every time he saw even the slightest flinch, he immediately backed up a little, and evermore slowly came back.

The thing is: I had never in 20 years of having sex, never had I made love. Even though until this moment, I thought I had. I see myself as a good, caring Top with the right ‘edge’. It may seem I am too self-assured, but many satisfied men came back for more for me to think anything else. But the huge difference is that I fuck, but Nate fucking makes love. I was expecting an inexperienced, near-virgin, and instead this god took me and made me his in the most fulfilling way I never thought was possible.

When he was all in, he breathed deeply and bowed his head on my shoulder as if to restrain himself.

“Nathaniel…” I caressed his face. He looked at me, smiled and kissed me.

“I don’t know how long I can last. You are so tight its nearly painful; it’s maddening.”

“You can fill me, Nathaniel. I am yours.” I whispered, taken in by the moment.

“Not yet, baby; I want to enjoy you.” He kissed me and smiled. He should smile all the time. The view of him smiling is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He kissed me again and started moving. Kissing me and licking my neck, my ear, my shoulder, and my pit. Slowly increasing tempo, we were both at the absolute edge. I thrust back at him. Even the occasional pain I felt hadn’t slowed our tempo now. He stopped suddenly, shaking slightly and just kissed me, looking into my eyes. I embraced him and rolled my body on top of his. He caressed my thighs as I towered over him. I slowly moved in circles while he traced my butt with his hands and reached for my pulsing cock.

“I wish I could suck you now.” I am not sure if he said it to me or to my cock as his eyes were fixed on it. He spat into his hand and started stroking it in sync with my trusts.

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Chad and Reina had enjoyed a wicked, sex-filled, four-day weekend, but it was time to get back to work. Having spent so much time together made the morning rough because they were both so busy, leaving no time for Chad to call his Office Whore/Wife into his office for a decadent task or two.When five o’clock rolled around, Chad had a mild headache and still had a couple of hours of work left that really couldn’t wait for the next day. He sighed, called Reina, and told her to go home without him. She sounded disappointed, but she didn’t argue when he said he’d just take an Uber home.The next time he looked at his watch it was almost eight. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He should have called Reina and let her know he’d be this long. In fact, he should call her now to apologize and let her know he was just about ready to wrap things up.Then he heard a knock on his office door. His jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Reina standing there in a short black skirt and a button-down white blouse which strained against her breasts.“I’m here for the interview,” she said seductively.Chad grinned. God bless his sexy little wife. She should be annoyed at his being late without calling. But instead, she was here and ready to role-play her way into his office.“Oh, yes, of course! My apologies, time got away from me. Come on in and have a seat!” Chad said, feeling his headache start to dissipate.“Thank you, Sir,” she said sweetly.“Now then,” Chad began, “You’re here for the position of Office Assistant, correct? Why don’t you start by telling me a little bit about yourself and be sure to emphasize any special skills you might have.”“Well, I am eager to please, willing to stay late, and have excellent oral skills,” Ümraniye Escort she purred.Chad felt his cock twitch. How was it possible that she could make things seem as exciting and new as the first day she started working for him? He wanted to ravage her instantly, but he also didn’t want to spoil the fun.“That sounds wonderful. Is there anything else you’d like me to know?” he smiled, realizing the bra she had on left her nipples exposed and he could see them right through the sheer material of her blouse.“I’m a hard worker and I don’t stop until I get the job done,” she continued. “I plunge into my work and bang it out, seeing things through to completion. She leaned over and a button popped off her blouse.“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry, Sir,” she said innocently. “It’s hard to keep the girls contained at times.”“Well, let’s not worry about that silly little button at the moment,” Chad said, as he watched her nipples harden through the material. “How about you demonstrate those excellent oral skills for me?”“With pleasure, Sir,” she said as she got down on her knees and crawled to where he sat. “Would you like to unzip your pants for me, Sir? Or shall I do that for you?”“You do it,” he moaned.Reina looked up at him and licked her lips. Then she unzipped his fly and pulled his hard cock out. “As a busy businessman, you don’t always have time to take your pants off. A proper Office Assistant should be able to take care of you discretely.” She crawled under his desk and took his cock into her mouth.“Fuck! That feels so good!” Chad moaned.Just then, his office door opened. “Oh, hey Mr. Stephens, I didn’t realize you were still here. I was just going to clean your office. But if you’d Ümraniye Escort Bayan rather, I can come back in a while,” Chip, the custodian said cheerfully.Reina just kept sucking his dick while Chad strained to answer without sounding like a man getting amazing head under his desk.“Um, yes, that would, um…that would be better. I’m still, ah, a little, um, busy here,” he said, fumbling his words.“Are you feeling okay, Sir?” Chip asked.“Never better!” Chad answered as he felt the head of his cock slip into Reina’s throat as her tongue licked his balls.Chip saw a purse laying on Chad’s desk, “Someone must have left that behind. Do you want me to take it to Lost and Found for you?”Chad froze and said nothing, so Reina removed his dick from her mouth and called out, “It’s mine, Chip. I’ll get it when I’m done here!”Chip blushed and said, “Oh, well that’s just fine then, Mrs. Stephens. You have a good night. I’ll come back later.” Then he backed his cleaning cart out of the office and closed the door behind him.“Well,” Chad said, “What are you waiting for? My cock’s not gonna suck itself!”He looked down and saw Reina’s glare. “Reina, I was kidding! Please, my sweet Office Assistant, please suck my cock,” he begged teasingly.“That’s Office Whore to you, Sir,” she said before devouring his rigid shaft.When he could hold back no longer, Chad pumped into her throat and shot his load, “Fuck, yes! You’re so fucking good at this Reina!”She swallowed every drop and smiled up sweetly at him, “So, do I get the job?”Chad laughed heartily as he pulled Reina from underneath the desk and onto his lap. “There’s one more test,” he said seductively. “I need to see if you can handle yourself under Escort Ümraniye pressure.”“Under pressure, Sir?” she asked inquisitively.“Yes, under the pressure of my thumb massaging your clit,” he explained as his hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. “Ah, good girl, no panties.”Chad held her firmly on his lap and said, “You have the right to say no, of course. But if you say yes, I promise you an amazing orgasm. Either way, the job is yours. I just wanted to feel you cum under my hands.”“Yes, please, Sir!” she moaned softly. “Sucking your cock made my pussy all wet and needy.”“Well then, my sweet Office Whore, let yourself go and let me take care of your needs,” he whispered gruffly in her ear.As he continued the assault on her clit, he slid two fingers into her slick honey and fucked her slowly with them. Her head leaned back, and her eyes closed as her breathing became ragged, “Yes, please, Sir! This feels so damn good!”He added a third finger and sent her right over the edge, “Fuck! Yes! God, yes! I’m gonna fucking cum!”“Cum, baby,” he ordered. “Cum for me, my little Office Whore!”Her climax brought with it a gush of juices, flooding his hand. Panting wildly, she found his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply.Moments later, they were in his shower, with the hot water raining down on their naked bodies.“This is called Task , Reina, and I guarantee it will become one of your favorite tasks,” Chad said as his hands rubbed shower gel all over her creamy breasts.“Mm, yes, Sir,” she agreed. “I find it quite enjoyable. But I have a hunch there is more to this task than getting clean.”“My clever slut!” he moaned in her ear. “I’ve had your amazing mouth. Now I need to test out your other two holes. Let’s start with that tight little cunt, shall we? Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.”She did exactly as he asked, and found her legs wrapped around his waist as well. His hard shaft pushed itself into her wet pussy. “Oh, my God! It’s so big, Sir! It feels so fucking good in my needy cunt!”

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It had been a hard year, the twins recently started preschool, Mike had his overtime cut, and the cost of everything seems to rise with every weekly shop. Sophie was finally free to start the part-time job she had been offered at the local supermarket. At twenty-six, with a degree in Political History, this was not the life Sophie had imagined.Raised in a middle-class household, Sophie excelled at school, had a wide circle of friends, and would have been considered one of the ‘beautiful people’ by those around her. Popular, pretty, well-mannered, and always willing to help others. University opened her eyes to a wider world, life away from home and boys. Sophie had enjoyed herself, not enough to get a reputation, but more than her parents would have liked.On finishing University with a first, Sophie secured an Internship in the City which she hoped would be the step into Politics she had planned. Living back at home saved money, but was a culture shock. Sophie met Mike on a night out, he rented a studio flat, which made him far more attractive than he deserved. Many evenings were spent in bed in his place, which was no better than a bedsit.Mike fell head over heels for Sophie, she was everything he wasn’t. She was driven, and intelligent, with a career and a nice family. Sophie fell pregnant despite taking precautions, she did not even think it possible until morning sickness started. She decided to keep the baby, which the first scan confirmed to Üsküdar Escort be twins. She had to give up the internship and with it her dream career. Sophie’s parents did not approve of Mike.Mike and Sophie had moved a little further out of town and rented a two-bedroom flat on the ground floor of a converted house. The landlord called monthly for the rent, in cash, and Sophie made sure it was always ready. She went without many things to ensure they kept the roof over their heads for the children. The rent had gone up by over three hundred in the three years they had been there.Two weeks into her new part-time job, Sophie got paid, and all the extra money and some of the rent that had been put aside was used to fix the boiler again. A week later Mr. Wilson, the landlord, knocked on the front door. Sophie had just collected the twins from preschool.“Hello Mr. Wilson, I’m sorry but I am short this month, only fifty, but we had to fix the boiler. I can get it in a week or so, honestly.”Mr. Wilson could not remember Sophie ever not paying in full, on the day. He had often fantasized about Sophie missing a payment and agreeing to ‘pay in kind’. It was a cliché he knew, but Sophie was the most attractive tenant he had by far. Mr. Wilson had never taken a ‘payment in kind’ from anyone, his wife would probably kill him in his sleep if she knew he even thought about it.Mr. Wilson tried to put on as friendly a smile as he could, Üsküdar Escort Bayan but it looked a little creepy. “That’s OK Sophie, I think I can trust you, this is the first time ever I think. I’ll call back in a week, you can call me Brian.” He smiled again, took the rent, and left.Behind him, Sophie closed the front door and cried a little, neither she nor Mike would be getting paid in the next week.“Why can’t you ask your parents?” Mike asked when he got home. “They have plenty of money, ask them.”“You know they won’t help. Mum would, but Dad looks after the money since he retired from the civil service. He says he has a plan and a budget for his whole retirement. I can’t ask them, and you know it.”A frosty evening followed with Sophie trying to think of things she could sell or pawn to raise the money. A week of worry went by. Sophie asked her manager if she could get an advance on her wages. He called her into his office as she finished work that afternoon and asked what she could offer or do for him in return. Sophie understood what he was asking, and was desperate, but also had to walk nearly a mile to collect the twins from preschool on time, so excused herself and left.Sophie raised thirty-five towards the rent, selling a few unworn clothes on an internet auction site, she hoped Mr. Wilson would accept it and let her pay the rest with next month’s rent. The bank account was empty. A knock on the front Escort Üsküdar door made Sophie’s heart sink.“Hello, Mr. Wilson.”“Brian, please.”“Oh, yes, sorry, Brian. I have another thirty-five for you now. Please can I add the rest to next month’s rent? I promise it will all be there next month.” Sophie held out the money and smiled.“I don’t think I can let it slide to the end of the month.” Brian had been playing this moment over in his mind all week. “I wonder if we could come to an arrangement.” He tried his friendly smile again.“I’m not sure what you mean.” Sophie lied.“Could I step inside, just for a minute, I might have a solution to your problem.” Brian took a step forward.Sophie stepped back into the hallway and Brian followed her in, closing the door behind him.“I can see you are struggling, so many people are these days, and I like you as tenants, no trouble and always paying in full. What if I said to keep the thirty-five for now, and you could do something for me in return?”For a few seconds, silence hung in the air between them. Brian was fearful he had seriously miss judged things and overstepped the mark. Fearful that Sophie would report him, tell his wife, and cause all sorts of trouble. Sophie knew what he wanted, knew it would sort the rent shortfall, but wondered how to be sure Mike never found out. Sophie knew Mike would be home in an hour and didn’t want to get caught having sex for fifty in rent arrears.“Just exactly what are you proposing?” Sophie asked. “Just so we are clear.”Brian was starting to wish he had not brought it up. He knew this was a bad idea, a fantasy he should have kept in his imagination. Brian struggled to find the words to explain, and tried to think of a way to back out of the obvious innuendo.

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Sarah really was a beautiful young woman. Her thick, wavy brown hair didn’t fall much below her jawline. Her pretty face was highlighted by sparkling green eyes and the shy smile she wore on her sweet lips. And all this was perched on top of a voluptuous figure.Sarah always wore a bra but could never find one that was both comfortable and supportive so she opted for comfort. As a result, her breasts seemed to have a bit of an independent streak, a mind of their own, so when she moved, her breasts took a split second longer to start moving and then hurried to catch up, stopping a split second after the rest of her body.During her late teens, Sarah started to realize the effect her breasts could have on men. Though naturally she was quite shy and dressed rather modestly, she did notice how men young and old seemed fascinated by her chest when she moved, even when she was just walking by. At first, she found it a bit unnerving, but gradually, as she thought about what it meant, what these guys were thinking about, it started to feel exciting, even arousing, and she would seek opportunities to let her breasts draw the attention to themselves that they seemed to crave.Sarah’s boyfriend, Tom, was a skinny kid. Average height, good looking, though he never actually thought of himself that way. Shy, especially around girls, he had hit it off with Sarah when they met at the burger joint where they both worked part-time. Tom had been amazed that a girl like Sarah seemed interested in him, but he took advantage of it, overcame his shyness, and soon they were dating.It was the first serious relationship for both Sarah and Tom. Though raging hormones fueled their desire, inexperience, and natural shyness kept things moving slowly. This gave them the time they needed to truly fall in love before they gave each other what their bodies demanded.It started with kissing on the drive home from work, or at the movies. One night, parked just down the quiet street from Sarah’s house, Tom had moved his hand onto Sarah’s breast as they kissed and squeezed. He thought he detected increased passion from Sarah’s kisses and so he continued to fondle her breast on top Şerifali Escort of her blouse. It was only when he moved his hand to her top button that Sarah gently put her hand on his and moved it back down to her breast. After a bit more kissing and squeezing Sarah broke the kiss and, smiling sweetly at Tom, said she’d better go in.The truth was, Sarah hadn’t wanted to stop, but her natural shyness just seemed to take over. As she walked the short distance to her house she smiled, still feeling the impression of Tom’s hand on her breast. She thought of how she could move things along at a pace she was comfortable with.Her first thought was of a day at the beach. Lying side by side in the warm sun wearing little clothing was sure to provide some opportunities for intimacy while the semi-public environment would provide a natural break on things progressing too far, too fast.But her next thought was delightfully naughty. She thought of a normal date, maybe a movie, except she would leave her bra at home. She vividly imagined Tom’s reaction when he noticed and what he’d want to do but couldn’t because of the other people around. No one else would be able to notice and the sexual tension between them would keep them on edge. Sarah didn’t fully appreciate the degree of torture her plan would entail for Tom, even though it was a kind of torture Tom would very willingly endure.She decided to do it and on their next movie date, she snuck out of the house wearing a thin, peasant-style top. It had a small blue and white pattern with a round, elastic neckline. It was by no means form-fitting but it still followed the curves of her breasts so that even Sarah’s slightest movements made them quiver deliciously. She wore a light sweater over her top in case anyone saw her leave.They got to the movie theater and got out of the car. Sarah removed her sweater and said, “I’ll leave my sweater in the car if you promise to warm me up if I get too cold.”Sarah listened to Tom’s reply with her head titled cutely to the side and a mischievous little smile on her lips. Tom hadn’t noticed anything unusual yet, except perhaps how extra Şerifali Escort Bayan flirty Sarah was acting.”I promise to warm you up, even if you aren’t cold,” Tom replied with a mischievous grin of his own. Then he noticed.His eyes darted to Sarah’s chest. He had seen her wear this top before, in fact, it was one of his favorites, but as Sarah tossed her sweater into the back seat, under her top her breasts seemed to dance to the steadily increasing beat of his heart.Tom kept staring. Only for seconds but still quite obviously to Sarah. She tugged her sleeves down over her shoulders leaving them bare on top.”Ready to go it?” she asked, enjoying how she saw herself reflected in the look in Tom’s eyes. Tom just nodded.On the way in Tom said, “You look fantastic!” He couldn’t stop looking down and watching what each step she took was doing to Sarah’s chest. Sarah just smiled and said “Thanks.” She could feel her nipples hardening but was pretty sure they weren’t too obvious due to the relative looseness of her top.As they stood in line to buy tickets plenty of guys looked at Sarah but that wasn’t unusual. Sarah was tempted to step it up a notch though. She decided that she enjoyed feeling bold and self-confident rather shy and self-conscious. She took hold of Tom’s bare arm with both her hands and hugged it to her chest. She took care not to press her hard nipples into Tom’s, though she thought about it. But for now, she just enjoyed the feeling of his arm jostling the side of her breast.She turned and shuffled as the line moved along, trying to exaggerate her movements just enough to see if they drew any extra attention. She couldn’t really detect any extra attention until they got to the front of the line and the young fellow selling tickets locked his widening eyes right on her chest. She couldn’t help it and actually chuckled, smiling up at Tom and then back to see that the fellow’s eyes hadn’t moved.Tom ordered and paid for the tickets, distracting the fellow just enough for him to do his job though it remained obvious where his attention was really focused.Sarah excused herself and went to the washroom. Escort Şerifali She stood at a sink and looked into the mirror she stifled a little gasp when she saw that the shape of her nipples actually could be seen under her top. No wonder that poor ticket clerk was so distracted. She laughed at herself just as a pretty thirtysomething exited a stall and went to the other sink.”Cute top,” she said in a friendly voice. “Special date tonight?””I hope so,” Sarah replied, a little embarrassed.”I’m sure it will be. You look great.” The other woman smiled at Sarah in the mirror and looked down at her top again before winking and walking out.This was one of those multiplex theaters where ten films would be shown at almost the same time. When they stepped into their theater they were surprised to find themselves the only ones there. They stopped, surveying their seating options.”Where would you like to sit?” Tom asked, as he always did. Sarah would always just say, “Right next to you,” and let Tom decide, but this time she took Tom’s hand and lead him to seats about 3/4 of the way back and right in the middle. They sat down and Sarah answered Tom’s unspoken question as to why she picked these seats.Sarah smiled sweetly up into Tom’s face and said, “In case you need help controlling yourself.”Tom just looked back into Sarah’s sparking eyes. He was stunned. For her part, Sarah’s heart was pounding in her chest. Had Sarah really just said that? It was the same thought in both their minds.Tom thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Sarah had just about admitted that she was irresistibly sexy and tonight she was putting more of that beauty on display than he had ever seen before. Sarah knew his thoughts, knew what he wanted to do with her and to her, knew that even this semi-public location might not be enough to deter him completely. Deliberately, but slowly, Tom let Sarah see his eyes drop from her face to her chest and linger there. He hoped the lustful expression on his face was unmistakable.”I could melt!” Sarah thought. “I could sit right here and just melt. Oh, look at me. Look at me you handsome thing. Look at my breasts. They’re right here, so available, so ready for you to take them and do whatever you want. Yes, that’s right, go ahead and look at them all you want. They’re yours even now, even here, even though you don’t really know that yet. Even though I’ve practically told you I’m expecting you to take them.”

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