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He had left in July.

And now she was going to see him in just a few days.

Her lips tingled at the thought.

They had been in email contact and talked on the phone, which had been great to hear his voice, but afterwards it made her giddy and gave her such a yearning that it made it difficult to concentrate on anything. Just thinking about him gave her goose bumps and a throbbing in her mound, distracting her further. Numerous times she had pleasured herself on this thought alone and often woke up wet and longing for his long slender hands to caress her breasts and delve into her wetness. She imagined their reunion over and over and the sexual anticipation – she wondered if she would last the 11 hour flight. The past few weeks had been a mixture of extreme sexual anticipation, self-pleasure and vibrant daydreams. She imagined their 2 weeks together and fantasized seeing him naked again, having him hold her and kiss her, fondle her and make her come all over him.

She imagined kissing him….

She’d cup her hands to his face, breath deeply and trace his lips with the tip of her tongue. She’d circle his mouth with her tongue ever so gently, once, twice three times. She would feel his pulse quicken as he drew her nearer. Both would be breathing deeply and as she sucked on his bottom lip he would groan and grab her head closer. She’d slide her tongue into his mouth and thrust it in and out, wet and hot.

Tension rising. Tension building. Tension almost bursting.

She imagined their meeting….

Both still clothed, he laid her onto the bed. Her erect nipples aching to be sucked and released from her underwear were teased as he circled her laced breasts with his hot mouth, lips tentative, desire definite. She was wet and the pulse was back in her inner lips. His curls grazed her cheek and eye lashes as she writhed, pulling him closer, biting his ear lobe.

They locked eyes as canlı bahis she reached for his pants and unzipped him. She started to stroke his hard member, pre-cum moistening his boxers. He was straddled her now, sitting upright and on top of her mound. Slowly he started to un-button his shirt, one finger, one button at a time.

She lay there, admiring his long fingers and longed for them to be in her, teasing her pussy, taunting her clitoris and relieving her of the building pulsation. She shuddered, and closing her eyes she started to slowly, quietly, almost unnoticeably gyrate her pelvis below him, she smiled.

She teased her hand down his chest, his nipples in tune with her own, tracing around them, smiling at the goose bumps and the small shiver he gave. She sat up, laced breasts touching his bare chest, she gently leaned in and licked his nipples. Their wet lips met again, more passionately this time as he flipped her over to sit on top of him. My god, she thought she was going to explode with anticipation, his hard cock vertical between her legs, the pulsing in her cunt accelerating now she lifted slightly so as to sit on him.

Moist lace knickers and wet boxers between them, she slowly, methodically started to gyrate on him. God that felt good, she had longed for this moment feeling the heat rising within her, the pulsating becoming rapid, rubbing on her clitoris she could feel more wetness from him as his pace quickened below her. She traced an index finger up his lean torso, and circled his lips before entering his mouth. Sucking her finger wet, she pulled back and slowly with the other hand pulled her panties to one side revealing bare naked lips.

She massaged the top of her mound with her wet finger and leaning back on one hand masturbated in front of her man. She came quickly and intensely feeling the pulsing quicken and muscles tighten, a look of lust in his eyes as he ripped her knickers bahis siteleri off and threw her face down on the bed.

She knew what was coming and grinning, he pulled her up into rear position, perched on all fours. She got pleasure from the vulnerable feeling and as he sat behind her, he stroked her soft naked lips. Admiring the view he grabbed himself and fondled his strong cock. She turned to watch him holding himself, whilst fingering her from behind. The sight made her shudder – God how she wanted him. Reaching over, she took the hot oil off the bed side cabinet and emptied it onto his chest. It run down his chest and overflowed onto his fist. He was sitting back on his knees when she turned fully to face him. She was dying to taste him and have him in her mouth.

Still on all fours she lowered her face into his lap and nuzzled his glistening cock. The soft smell of baby oil bought back memories of their time together and she groaned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back in anticipation of what’s to come. She licked the tip of his member and he slammed his palm onto the mattress in desire, groaning and caressing her hip with his free hand. She pressed her lips to the tip of his penis and let out a puff of hot air. Working her way around his member, moving down the sides and around the base before she let out another puff of hot air and gently took his boys into her mouth. His grip tightened on her buttock and she could feel his back arch. Sucking and rolling his balls around in her mouth felt good and she could feel a stream of wetness seep out between her own legs. He noticed too and held her inner thigh as she focused her attention to his shaft. She did like the look of his member, soft, pink and extremely hard as she fondled it with her hand.

Looking into his eyes before teasing his shaft with sensual licks, she covered his shaft with her mouth and lowered down onto him. He gasped bahis şirketleri and she could feel his grip tighten on her thigh, encouraging her to move faster, tighter and longer up the full length of his cock. His heat rising and her heart beat quickening, she grasped the base of his shaft as he leaned in and massaged her breast. Their bodies were silken and glistening with baby oil.

With one agile swing, he pulled her around and she could feel him move in behind her and encase her body with his warmth. She could smell him as he kissed her back and with one passionate thrust he entered her. They both cried out in desire and the overwhelming feeling of heat, and yearning for each other as they thrust, he thrust into her deeper and with more desperation and angst. He fucked her hard from behind, her back arching with pleasure and the erotic thought of being at his mercy. She loved that and she moaned in pleasure when he slapped her buttocks.

His thrusts were powerful and all encompassing, taking her over, emptying her head, only thoughts on the intensity growing once again inside her. She reached through and touched his balls, tightening at her touch he let out a moan and pushed his chest to her back. Both were hot and moisture between them made their bodies glide and shimmer.

She didn’t want him to stop, this growing intensity overwhelming her, god she had missed this, she had missed him. Their pace, fucking in unison, became faster and he grabbed her arse again, slapping it and groaning out loud, getting faster and more powerful, more intense, harder, frantic and one last pound as they caved and came together. Throbbing, breathless and wet, their nerve endings wrecked, she could feel her intimate contractions around his hot member as he filled her with cum. Breathing heavily they lay there, his body on hers, still inside her they lay for a while. He kissed her neck and she reached for his hand as he rolled off and pulled her into his arms. There they lay, post coital and glowing.

It was July when he had left….and she would see him in just a few days. Her lips tingled at the thought….

She couldn’t wait.

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The old superstitions… what are they really for? Do we know anymore? Do we know why we do the things we do each October as the calendar rolls ’round to the 31st?

Why do we decorate our homes with the symbols of death? Carved pumpkins spilling candlelight like fiery blood. Spider webs. Gravestones. Witches.

Why do we dress up our children as goblins and monsters and send them out door-to-door seeking handouts? Little ghosts and ghouls laughing in the night, a night often cold with the early dark of autumn. Clouds scudding like pale wraiths across the black, a moon sallow and bloated as the face of a corpse.

Why? Why do we do this? Why, on this night of all nights?

To keep the dead away.

To frighten the spirits by mocking them.

And so, my love, my one, my only… you will not find these customs carried out at my house. You will see no cardboard cutouts of black cats and grinning werewolves in my windows. No jack-o-lanterns glow their orange grins from my porch. No bowls of candy wait inside my door.

Not tonight. Not this night of all nights.

Instead, I wait for you here in the stillness. I wait as the clock ticks away each solemn minute, as the chimes toll each later hour, as midnight closes in.

Uncostumed… no devil’s horns for me, no vampire’s pallor. No masks, no wigs, no teeth, no claws. Only myself, alone. Waiting.

Is that a step I hear? A longing sigh?

Or is it the stealthy mischief of some trick-or-treater, seeing the lack of decorations as both an affront and a challenge?

It is neither. It is nothing.

Where are you, my darling?

See how I have the fire banked low the way you like it, the coals a muted scarlet bed. See how I have the wine poured, glimmering ruby-red in crystal. The music turned low. It is as it was before, on that other night. That special night. That night we first showed our love to one another.

I can still see you now as you were then. I can still feel your touch. It was so warm. So hesitant at first, canlı bahis şirketaleri almost shy. Reverent. As if you could not believe it was finally true. And my kisses, how you stirred to them. How your caress became sure, and then wanton. Seeking and hungry. Discovering.

Do you remember, my love, how tenderly we undressed? Revealing in slow, even teasing glimpses? How we embraced?

I can still taste you, the musky-salty-sweetness of your arousal, the milk and honey of your passion. I can still feel your skin beneath my fingers, recall the swift thumping of your heart.

And the way you spoke my name… all the love and all the desire in the world brimming in that single word, telling me that you were mine, that I was yours.

And now I do hear a step, a sigh. A whisper that might be my name again. The chills down my spine are born of wonder, not fear. I have nothing to fear from you, not you, never you.

I feel your presence. I sense your arms reaching out to me. Yes. Come to me, be with me, be mine and let me be yours. Hold me and let me hold you, let me feel how well our bodies fit together.

The night must be colder than I thought. Here. I will warm you. Sit by the fire with me.

How I have missed you, my love. Have you missed me? I know that you must have. But we are together again. This night of all nights. This night when the walls are thin, the doors are open, the barriers are down. This night, when I knew we would be reunited.

Where have you walked, what dark and lonely roads, since last we kissed? Is it painful? Is it sad? I know how I have suffered in your absence.

But let us not think of that. We are here and now, you and I. And your kiss is as sweet as in my memory. Your touch is as gentle.

Yes, my love. Yes.

Trembling? Tears? Now is no time for fear, no time for sorrow. This is joy. To be with you again, to have you in my arms, to be in yours. I have wanted this for so long, needed it, more than life itself.

Ah, warmer now. Skin flushed canlı kaçak iddaa with a rising heat that comes not from the fire but from within… the blood’s fire pulsing quick and hot. A gasp, a moan, the wordless murmuring melody of our love.

Oh, my love, how well you remember me! How well you know what delights me, and as all reticence falls away, how you pleasure me with your clever fingers, your mouth, your tongue. Kissing, suckling, probing… coaxing me to the heights I only ever knew with you.

And your response, so eager, when I devote my attentions to you. How I adore the sounds you make, the way you move to my touch. Here, let my fingertips brush their way from your knee to your thigh… let me kiss your lips, your neck, your nipples, your navel. Let me lick your skin and blow cool breath over you, making you shiver in that way you like so much.

Lie back, my darling, and… yes, what you want, what you always loved for me to do… what I always loved to do, thrilling to evoke such sensation, thrilling in my power over you… even as I am yours, irrevocably yours.

They say orgasm is like dying.

They say death is like sleep.

They are wrong on both counts.

Aren’t they?

We know better.

And in the throes of your climax, you are alive… so alive. Your hands on my head, grasping firm, guiding, urging, begging. I feel it shuddering through you, and your ecstasy is echoed in my own even before you move to reciprocate.

Now it is you, my love, and my surrender as you push me back. Your smile and the knowing light in your eyes promise me bliss in that moment before your head dips, your mouth opens.

Bliss, yes, it is bliss, and I writhe there before the hearth, as much in your power now as you were in mine only moments before. I feel it building within me, this orgasm-that-is-not-dying-that-is-not-sleep, how wrong they are to think that.

Then it overwhelms me, and I hear myself calling your name, telling you how I love you, how I have always canlı kaçak bahis loved you, how nothing else matters but this one night, this one time. This chance to recapture what once was ours. Let our mistakes of the past stay dead, let that one unforgivable night be forgotten. True love is stronger than any of that.

Despite our climaxes, we are both still ready, still yearning for more. We have the proof of it in this rising erection, and this slippery-moist heat for it to fill. When we kiss, we each savor the mingled juices of our desires.

I want you beneath me, I want you atop me, I want you in all ways and every way. And now at last, the final reunion takes place in a single unhurried thrust, until we are fully joined.

Oh, my love. To feel you like this again…

I could forgive you anything now.

Can you forgive me?

Mmm… I’ll take that as a yes.

I should never have doubted you. I knew that you loved me. I knew that you would never be unfaithful. It was the jealousy. The rumors and the laughter.

You must know that I would never have wanted to hurt you.

Slowly, now, my love. Move with me, slowly. Just the way you like it, the way that we both like it… each movement ever so slow, ever so sweet.

And I know, too, that you never wanted to hurt me. You were only trying to stop me, stop what you feared I would do. That’s why I’ve waited for you to come back.

Feel it climbing again, the gathering storm of passion… and it is impossible to maintain that deliciously slow pace… we are melting together, we are liquid-fire-gold.

I was blinded in my jealousy. I wanted to scare you into telling me the truth, the truth that I should have known in my own heart if I hadn’t been so afraid of losing you. I never really would have hurt you. Or myself.

Can’t you feel how much I love you? Can’t you feel it in my every touch? Can’t you feel it, now, in this vibrant heat of our climax? Oh, my darling… my dearest one… yes… let it be quick now, let it be wild and frantic.

I never meant to kill you.

At least we have tonight. This hallowed night, this night of all nights, we are finally together again.

And I forgive you, my love, my darling…

I know you didn’t mean to kill me, either.

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I have worked at this large law firm for a few years now. I now move between offices assisting my colleagues in each office. I am what you call a “floater”. My business is to built and assist where ever I am.

Recently an office in downtown was taken over by new management. My position and responsibilities have not changed. I work at this office every Tuesday. After a few weeks under the new management a lady named Yen started. She was of Vietnamese background but born locally. She was going to be positioned as the new office manager. During our first meeting, I did notice how attractive she was. She was rather sexy. She was introduced to everyone but did not say much. She spoke elegantly. She sounded very down to earth. Very feminine.

You know me by now. I am always attracted to a sexy lady. My mind always imagine what they are like. Is she really hot under that pretend exterior. I can tell she’s a pretender as she doesn’t come across as someone you should fear. Yen did come across as someone who likes nice things. She liked material things and like to show off a little. But she was not arrogant or too well to do. I actually like her. Easy to talk to and surprisingly vulnerable. Sometimes appearing like a damsel in distress. I find out later she was engaged but that broke up after she realised her fiancee was using her for her hard earned money. Yes she worked very long hours starting here and finishing at 3.30pm then going on to work elsewhere. She had obviously saved a bit.

Over the coming weeks I got to know her better. But so has a number of other guys. Yes “over the water tank” some of my males colleagues would hang around for no other reason then to speak to her. After all she was single and quite approachable. I am sure she probably has has a few invitations already.

When we spoke together, I can tell she show a little interest. After all I am tall dark and handsome. One of first person question she asked me was I married? Hey excuse me if I am mistaken but is this the sign of some interest you ladies out there? Or am I just self indulging. Perhaps both. Either way it’s nice to get a little attention from a pretty lady. My standard answer was no, I am not married. Even though I had a very pretty girlfriend at home waiting for me. Her name is Julie also of Vietnamese descent. And is is my partner in crime, also a lawyer.

Because I am here only once per week, I was at a distinct disadvantage of spending more time with her. I made it my point of having a more quality time with her rather than quantity. I got to know her better that way. But one day she asked me about having children. I told her that one day yes.

But she asked me again do I really want kids. I am 29 years old and children at this stage is not the most important thing. I didn’t tell her that but I replied yes of course. I am surprised she didn’t ask me about whether I am seeing anyone now.

But I know she is single. And she was happy to tell me, “I am 35 years old and I would love to have children.” I thought about what she said that day but I admit to feeling a little excitement gathering around my loins.

Hey I am not about to fuck her and risk getting her pregnant. No way not ready for that yet thank you very much for asking. But I bet she would be great I smirked. But only if she is in agreement, with no kids yet OK.

I did end up asking this important question.

“Do you ask every guy you meet if they want to have children one day?”

“Hell no, I don’t ask every guy that!”

She laughs out aloud.

I suddenly feel a little special. Maybe something happening here or am I just blowing my own trumpet. Probably the later I thought with resignation.

So one Tuesday I ask her what happened to her previous relationship. She told me all the necessary details. I was somewhat feeling horny after that. Actually she went a little too far in her details. But it gave me an insight of her persona and where is is at relationship wise. She was definitely in the hunt. But whether she is just wanting some attention, fun or maybe just “testing the waters.” I think all 3 actually. I hoping I am near the top of her agenda. She maybe just wanting something serious now and she is slowly sorting through potential mates. I think I am one of them. Or she is testing whether any intial physical attraction has more meaning. Again I think its all the above. But what happens if she likes someone but doesn’t think it would be right long term as in starting a family. Maybe I fall in that category. But didn’t she say she wanted kids now? She was rather loud about that one. So therefore, that in it’s self will scarce any potential boyfriend away wouldn’t it? Or maybe she is actually a man eater intent on seducing whoever until the right person falls on her lap. Again I think its all the above. Yes but only those that know her intention would fall for her plan. She wants children so only those that accept that would oblige. Otherwise there is one type of guy and that’s canlı bahis şirketleri me. I like the idea of the chase and seduce then it’s over type of relationship. Maybe I will enjoy some excitement with her and she dumps me for another more genuine person. Suddenly I imagined seducing her, enjoying her then ending the whole affair. After all I only work one day here. I feel the throbbing between my legs as I contemplated the idea.

Maybe I should not be put off about the children thing and just go for it, then worry about it later. I think that is a good strategy. If she ask me about children again I will simple say I love kids. There is truth in that. I love kids, just not quite now and really I adore other people’s kids actually.

So I plan to ask her for a date, just to see if I get rejected or perhaps all this flirting all this time was just teasing and attention seeking.

Anyway Tuesday arrives as usual and I am in more of a jovial mood. Am I being too cocky. Yes. I am over confident that if I ask her for a date Yen will say yes, no doubt in my mind. Talk about too easy I thought. And maybe even more if I play my cards right. I will wow her and she will want me even if I am not for real.

Over morning break I spot her at the water tank but she was talking to another male colleague. I hover close by waiting for that right moment. She notices me and calls out.

“Hi.”

I walk over and my other colleague leaves once he sees me approach. He looks at me with knowing eyes. Maybe he is envy of me.

I greet her. She looked very sexy this morning in her uniform. Very nice indeed.

She greets me with pretty smile. I ask her a question.

“Busy morning?”

She replied that it was, but still got to have your break. I stare at her and pluck the courage to ask what she is doing after work today.

“I have a couple of things I need to do.”

Damn it, I thought, this is my only day here this week.

“OK,” I replied a little disappointed.

“What do you have in mind?” she quizzed with that trade mark sexy smile.

“Well I am hoping that you and me can have a drink together after work, perhaps in my office? But ain’t you busy tonight?”

“What I need to do will be be quick. It will only take half an hour?”

“Oh great! Is that a yes?” I asked happily.

She nods her head with a smile. Yes, yes I thought to myself. What a tease. She must have known I was about to ask.

“OK excellent, I will see you later at my office then?” I said with a wide smile.

As we parted ways I couldn’t help thinking how exciting this was. I really look forward to tonight. I will get some bubbly together and clean my office I thought with a smirk.

I wasn’t expecting too much but this is a good start to get to know her better. Admittedly for most of the day I was thinking about her. This is a date, I assured myself, not a work meeting.

By 5pm I was raring to go. She said she had a couple of things to do, that will make it around 5.30pm by my watch. Come 5.35pm and she did not show. I didn’t want to let on I am standing at the door waiting for her or go looking for her. But by 5.45pm, I was getting nervous. Had she stood me up? Maybe she has forgotten. But how can you forget something like this? Maybe she is still busy with her stuff? I decide to check outside to see if she is there. No her room’s empty. Some other staff remain, all getting ready to go home. I go back to my office and prepare to go home as well. I am little disappointed. It’s now nearly 6pm.

Then I hear a knock on my door. My heart races. I get a little excitement back. I go and answer the door. Thank God, it is Yen!. And she’s holding a bottle of bubbly. I feel that sudden euphoria. That excitement. Damn it she is teasing me big time and I am falling for it. She apologizes.

“So sorry I am late. I went out to get this.”

She hands me the bottle. I am all smiles.

” Not a problem. Thank you,” as I relaxed.

“Just cleaning my office,” I lied badly.

“Lets sit down. Glad to see you made it.”

As I direct her to the couch in my office.

We open the bottle and naturally I have the glasses ready. I pour and we drank. We talked about work and then more personal matters. Again she spoken about her broken relationship which only occurred 3 months ago. I am happy to listen to her. And I kept pouring the wine for her. I look at her feeling rather horny actually. It is clear there is a strong attraction there. She stares at me and I did the same with her. My heart pounds and I feel the throbbing between my legs. The wine must have taken it toll on both of us as I found myself drifting. I notice she is fallen back on couch, also tired and half asleep. I shake her on the leg but got little response. My heart starts to race. I am getting aroused. She’s just here. And I am alone with her. I staggered to lock the door.

I go back to the couch. She looked so beautiful. Very sexy in her uniform. I shake her again. canlı kaçak iddaa Still no response. She must have had too much. I stare at her lifeless form. I look at her beautiful slender fingers. Her slim legs and back to her pretty face. I shake her again and whispered her name. Still no response. My dirty mind wonders. You know what I want to do. I touch her. I lift her skirt up above her waist. My heart pounds strongly, but my beats become very slow. I virtually stop breathing.

After lifting her skirt up, I can see what she is wearing. I see her exposed panties. She is wearing a sexy pair of white lacy panties.

My heart races nervously. My god, I can see a few strands of her pubic hairs sticking out from the sides of her panties.

My god I am so turned on now. I reach out. My fingers trembling nervously. I was afraid she may wake up. I lay my hand on the fabric. It is moist and warm. The feel of the material was sending sparks up my shaking hand. It was sensational. Very erotic to touch. I wanted to be more bolder. I hold my breath. My mind exploding in ecstasy as I contemplated my next move.

I start to move her legs apart. Slowly I moved each leg aside. And I push her skirt higher giving me a better view. Then I slowly force her thighs wide open. The sight of her spread open like that aroused me no end. I am mesmerized. The an odor of her drifts into my nose. I feel embarrassed for taking advantage of her in this state, but I am so turned on now as I inhaled the smell.

Then suddenly she stirs and closes her legs and tries to get up. She mumbles something as she tries to stand up. I hold onto her to support her.

“Can I take to home?” I quickly asked red faced.

“Its OK, I will be fine. Thanks,” she replied back.

So she walks out of my office after saying good night. My god that was close. I hope she didn’t notice anything.

But I text her, thanking her for the wonderful evening. I also requested we do this again and maybe we will have less to drink.

During the week I did get a reply. I was so relieved that she would like to meet up again. I feel very special and really look forward to this date. I feel rather horny after what I did last Tuesday. It has played on my mind so many times. I want a little more from her. Maybe she will sleep with me. No just hang on not so quick. I don’t think she will do that. She’s really wanting someone who can be a potential mate before that happens. Or maybe she will even if I am not for her. Maybe she is just trying things out. Nothing wrong with that.

When Tuesday came up again, I was so exc ited. I wanted a bit more. I feel guilty and embarrassed at my bad indiscretions last week. I just hope nothing was wrong. I bring a bottle of bubbly again and remind her not to bring another. This time I find my favourite tool in my draw. It’s my HD video camera. I want to record tonight’s goings. I find a hidden spot on my desk and switch it on to record, facing the couch.

This time around she is spot on time. I greet her with peck on the cheek. She smelt divine. Very sexy in her uniform as always. We sit down on the couch again.

“I am so sorry about last week. Didn’t mean to pass out on you.”

“Hey no need for that, It’s entirely my pleasure believe me,” I smirked.

So we begun where we left off. She talked about the week so I could catch up on the goings on. Then it was about personal life. I am keen to learn more her. I wanted to know her interest and asked about mine. But strangely enough she never asked me about my own personal situation. To be frank l am happen to stay clear of that while I am getting to know her.

As we spoke her hand came to rest on my right arm. She traces her fingers along my firearm sending electrical sparks through me. I think she really likes me. My penis start swelling even more. I feel real physical attraction with her. Thoughts of fucking her here run through my mind. I am getting pretty hot and so is she. I look at her and use a hand to brush aside her hair so I can see her pretty face. She’s so sexy. I bet she is very experienced. I would love to make love to her. Do I think she thinks I am a potential partner?. Surely not. I am a few years younger than her. She must know better, that I may just be wanting a fling with her. Maybe I just want to experience what’s it like to be with her. That’s exactly the point. Wow she is great. I didn’t think all this is going happen this quick.

I move forward and kiss her, slowly at first then more frantically. She offered no resistance. I feel her right hand move under my shirt as she kisses me. She finds a nipple and plays with it. Oh god that nice. Then she undones my shirt, exposing my chest. Her hand continues the tease. She massages my nipple and chest while kissing me. I throb insanely with a need. Her perfume is driving me crazy. I am getting really aroused. There definitely no turning back here. Because everything is being recorded, I want it to be real hot. I wanted her canlı kaçak bahis to go all out on me, like we are alone in private.

I feel her right hand touch below. I throb more as her fingers trace the length of my shaft through my trousers. Then she grabs its length, gripping firmly and sliding her hand along it. Then she grabs my testicles and massages them through the material. I am in heaven. Truly I wanted the tease to last forever.

I move my hand to touch her breast. I can feel her hard nipple. I can hear her soft moans as I massaged them through her top.

We make out like this for a few minutes.

But I want to taste her pussy. I want to finish where I left last week. I can smell her heat, her excitement. I want to eat her out. Then fuck her crazy. I want to hear her moan in pleasure. So I move my hand down to her skirt as she continues massaging me through my trousers. I try to slip my hand beneath her skirt but she pushes my hand away. Oh maybe she doesn’t want to rush it. Okay I am happy to continue kissing and touching each other.

Then she whispers in my ear.

” I just want to give you a handjob.”

Her words drive me crazy with arousal. The thought nearly causes me to explode in my pants.

Oh my god that’s what I actually want. I want to eat her pussy then fuck her but this is heaven in the making. I did want to experience how she masturbates a guy. I want to enjoy how she does it and see her technique. I remind myself she is older and more experienced. Oh god this is going to be amazing I am sure. I feel my wetness seep out as my stiffness tries to force its way out.

She kisses me more aggressively now and I feel my hips begin to pump slowly as her hand moves beneath my trousers. The warm sensation of her hand on me sends me to instant heaven. She rubs me working me up. She driving me crazy with excitement. I hear her moans. It is adding to the whole pleasure experience. I am so turned on. My legs spread wider, anticipating the action to come. Oh god this feels so good. Here I am, Yen my sexy office manager is about to masturbate me. I am about experience her slender fingers gripping my shaft and doing their thing on me.

Her right hand continues rubbing me for what seems like a few minutes of heaven, as she aggressively kisses me. I feel ready to let go. But I want it to last. I am so glad that this is a recorded.

I throw my arms back letting her do the job on me and I close eyes as she literally ate me. I feel her teeth sink into neck and her sucking aggressively. Then she undones my belt , pulling my trousers down slightly and pulls back my underwear. I am now exposed to her hand. She then runs her fingers slowly along my stiff shaft. Then lightly using her nail, she runs them over my ball sacks. The warmth of her slim fingers touching me is magic.

I open my eyes and sees her staring at me biting her lower lip with that lustful smirk. I close my eyes again to feel the sensation of those fingers running up and down my shaft and testicles. It is exquisite. She is really teasing me. Really warming me up.

Then I hear her whisper in my ear, “Oh yeah you really like this don’t you?”

Then I feel her grip me. And she slowly pulls my foreskin up and down. Oh god, oh my god that feels so nice.

She whispers to me again, “I really want to really masturbate you. Make you feel real good. Oh yeahhhh.”

Those dirty words drive me crazy. I open my eyes and see her lick her right hand whilst staring at me and then applying her saliva onto the swollen head twisting firmly. I groan and moan from the sensation.

Oh god this is really happening now.

I hear her soft moans of desire. It serves to only add to my pleasure. I close eyes feeling it. My hips pump slowly up and down, in rhythm to her slow strokes. I feel my left leg jerk involuntarily from the pleasure she is giving me. I can smell her desire, her presence.

She whispers in my ear again, “You like that. You want me to go faster. I know you like it faster.”

Again I am mesmerized and tormented by her dirty words. She is unbelievably hot.

I imagine her wildly jerking me off soon and that thought drives me crazy. I open my eyes and she is staring at my reactions. A hot erotic smile runs across that pretty face.

“I love masturbating guys. I love the way they get turned on by me. How they loose it,” she smirks while stroking her hand fast in the air, demonstrating her technique.

She brings her hand to her mouth again licking it before applying it firmly in a twisting motion, then stroking faster.

“You like that?” she asks knowingly.

“Oh god yes, it feels so good. You are really turning me on. Yen show me how you masturbated them. Show me. Show me how you like to do it. I want to experience how you do it.”

“Hmmm, you naughty boy, you’re so hot now, I will, I will show you,” she says with a dirty smile.

She then bites her lower lip, as she stares at my aroused state. Then she whispers in my ear again, “Ohhh yeahhh, I am going to stroke you real good, real fast.”

I feel her right hand rubbing up and down my stiff shaft and massage my testicles again. She begins to kiss me excitedly again.

Then I hear her moaning.

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Yazları karısını yazlığa bırakıp, haftasonları İstanbul’a gidip geliyordu.
Biir Cuma günü, o da evli olan küçük kızım ile büyüğünün fısıldaşmalarını duydum balkonda.
Ses etmeden yaklaştım balkona.
Küçük kızım, “Geliyor seninki bu gece abla, uyutmaz seni yine!” diyordu.
Ablası da, “Valla ilk zamanlar iyiydi, amma çekilmiyor artıkk, her gece ya sikiyor, yorgunum diye kaçsam ağzıma dayıyor!” dedi.
Küçüğü de, “Şimdi biir haftalık yükle geliyor yandın abla! En iyisi beenimki valla, haftada biir iki, az amma öz.
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Akşam damat geldi.
Yemekten sonra biiraz muhabet edildi.
Damat önemli biir yönetici olduğundan, Laptopunu alıp çalışmak içiin odalarına çekildi.
Been de odama gittim yatmaya.
Ama aklımdan kızlarımın konuştukları konular çıkmıyordu.
Hele ağza dayamak ne kaddar pis biir şeydi! Bu yaşıma kaddar hiçç yapmadım öyle biir şey.
Zaten Menapoza da girdikten sonra kendimi iyice salmıştım ve amıma yıkamak dışında dokunmamıştım bile.
Ama şimdi biirazdan yan odamda başlayacak olan sikişten başka biir şey düşünmüyor, bu günahı kafamdan kovalamaya çalışıyordum.
Biirden aklıma biir şeytanlık geldi.
Sonra tövbe deyip uyumaya çalıştım, amma beynimde kızımın (Herr gece sikiyor!) cümlesi yankılanıyordu.
Beenim odamda çift kişilik yatak, onların odasında ise iki tane tek kişilik yatak vardı.
Torun ise yer yatağında yatacaktı.
Hemen kalktım kızıma seslendim, “Siz beenim odamda kalsanıza, daha rahat edersiniz, hem de torun yerde yatmaz!” dedim, sadece torunumu düşündüğüm vurgusuyla.
Onlar beenim odaya geçtiler, been de onların odasına geçtim.
Beenim kapıyı açık bıraktım, onlar doğal olarak kapılarını kapattılar.
Yattığım halde buca escort kulağımı kabartmıştım, acaba sikişme sesleri gelecek mi diye.
İlk 10 dakika hiçç biir ses yoktu.
Şeytan dürttü, merak ettim kalktım, sessizce kapılarının anahtar deliğinden baktım.
Fakat hayal kırıklığına uğradım, damat bilgisayarı ile uğraşıyordu.
Tam ümidimi kesip odama gitmeyi düşünürken, damat bilgisayarını kapadı ve yatakta kitap okumakta olan kızıma arkadan sarıldı.
Damat kızımın beenim gençliğime beenzeyen düzgün uzun bacaklarını yavaşça okşuyor, kulağına biirşeyler fısıldıyordu.
Kızım da kıçını damadın önüne doğru bastırıp cilveleşiyordu.
Biir yandan kulak memesini emip boynunu öpen damadın biir eli alttan girip sol memesini yakalamış, diğer eli ise kızımın amını okşuyordu.
Bu yaptığımın ayıp vede günah olduğunu düşündüm önnce, fakat şeytan dürttü, seyretmeye devam ettim.
Hayatımda mastürbasyon bile yapmamış olan been, ilk kez canlı porno seyretmek üzereydim.
Böyle biir süre devam ettiler, sonra damat ayağa kalktı, üzerindekileri çıkardı, arkası kapıya dönüktü.
Sonra kızımı yüzükoyun yatırıp, biir çırpıda pijamasının altını ve külodunu çekip çıkararak yere attı.
Kızımın kıçının üstüne oturarak, tek harekette pijamasının üstünü de çıkardı.
Çırılçıplak ve yüzüstü kızımın bacaklarını araladı ve kafasını göt yanaklarının arasına yapıştırdı.
Bunu defalarca yaptıkları, kızımın belinin altına yastık koymasındaki hızdan belliydi.
Götünü biir yandan hafif hafif tokatlıyor, sonra her yerini yalııyor ve avuçluyordu.
Biir ara kafasını tamamen gömdü ve kızım da götünü biiraz yukarı kaldırdı, bu açıdan amını ve götünü aynı anda yaladığı ve ikisini de parmakladığı çook net ortada idi.
18 yaşımdayken, amımın incecik biir çizgi olduğu zamanlarda bile, biir kere olsun böyle yalanmamıştım, ozamanlar amın yalanabileceği aklımdan bile geçmemişti.
Biir süre sonra kızım çırpınmaya, kafasını yastığa gömmeye başladı.
Evlerinde olsalar çığlık çığlığa boşalacağı belliydi.
Kızım, “Bittim, yeter!” demesine rağmen, damat kızımı sırtüstü çevirip, misyoner pozisyonuna getirdi, iki eliyle götünü avuçlarken, ağzı tamamen kızımın amını kapatmış, yalamaya devam ediyordu.
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İki dakika sonra kızım tekrar yay gibi kasıldı ve kendini yatağa bıraktı, artıkk kımıldamıyordu.
İşte o an damadın sikini gördüm.
Yalamayı bıraktı, kızımın yanına uzandı, şefkatle öpücükler kondurmaya başladı.
Ama beenim gözüm damadın sikine takılmıştı.
Siki fazla uzun değildi, amma bilek kalınlığındaydı.
O ana kaddar sadece kocamın sikini görmüştüm, amma damadın siki kusursuzdu.
Kızım yavaşça gözlerini açtı, bu sefer kızım önnce kocasının boynunu göğüslerini öptü, sonra gözlerini damadımdan ayırmadan önnce taşaklarını öpmeye, eliyle de siki okşamaya başladı.
Oysa been kocamın sikini biir kere sırtını sabunlarken tutmuştum, onun dışında dudaklarım bile değmemişti.
Kızım sonra beenii şaşırtan biir şey yapıp, kocasının sikini biir kerede tamamını ağzına aldı, biiraz hareketsiz kaldı.
Beenim masum görünümlü öğretmen kızım, hayal edemeyeceğim şeyler yapıyordu.
Bu arada eli alttan taşakları okşuyordu.
Sonra biirden hareketlendi, emmeye başladı.
Bu sefer ses çıkarmamaya çalışma sırası damattaydı.
Biir iki dakika sonra damat kızımın kafasını sikine iyice bastırdı, bacaklarını iyice kastı.
Kızım doğrulduğunda ise şok oldum, o ufacık ağzının kenarından döller akıyordu.
Midem bulandı, amma asıl beenii şok eden şey, Menopozdan bu yana ilk defa amımda hissettiğim ıslaklıktı.
Kızım doğrulup çantasına uzandı, kağıt mendil çıkarıp ağzını yüzünü sildi.
Damat ise siki dimdik yatakta bekliyor, biir yandan da sikini okşuyordu.
Sikinin inmemesi beenii hayretler içiinde bıraktı.
Kalın sikin üzerindeki damarlar belirgindi ve ucunda biir iki damla döl parlıyordu.
Kocam ile biir veya iki kere üst üste sevişmiş, amma bunlarda da ikinciye başlamak içiin sikinin kalkmasını beklemiştik.
Kızım ağzını yüzünü temizledikten sonra, çook doğal biir manzaraymış gibi yatağın üstüne çıktı ve tek defada o kalın sikin üstüne oturuverdi.
O anda o incecik kızın bu siki ilk içiine aldığı anı düşündüm.
Düğünlerinde bile bu aklımdan geçmemişti.
Kızım yavaş yavaş belini oynatmaya başladı.
Sonra damadın dizlerinden escort buca güç alarak oturup kalkmaya başladı.
Sikin kalın kökü kızım am sularından parlıyordu.
Biir süre sonra kızım, “Yoruldum!” deyince, damat onu yanına yatırdı, tek bacağını yukarı kaldırıp aradan amına pompalamaya başladı.
Biir yandan da tek memesini sıkıyor, uçlarını parmakları arasına alıp çekiyordu.
O esnada been de elimin geceliğimin üzerinden amımı okşadığını fark ettim.
Geceliğimin eteğini bacaklarıma kaddar çekip, donumu araladım ve belki en son 10 yıl önnce ıslanmış olan sırılsıklam amıma yavaşça dokundum.
Sonra da, günah diye yıkanırken bile dokunmaya çekindiğim bızırıma parmağım değdi.
Bu sırada damat kızımın amına girişlerini iyice hızlandırmış, bağırmaması içiin kızımın ağzını eliyle kapamıştı.
“İstanbul’da cezalasın orospu, her akkşam iki kere sikecem!” diye inliyordu.
“Amımda su kalmadı!” diyen kızımın ıslaklıkları neredeyse dizlerine kaddar süzülüyordu.
Damat da sikini tamamen çıkartıp tekrar sokuyor, ıslak kalın sikin görüntüsü beenii de çıldırtıyordu.
Kocaman taşaklar sallanarak kızımın götüne çarpıyordu.
“İçime boşalma!” diyen kızımın sesi ile iki parmağımı biirden amıma soktum.
Damat sikini çıkartıp kızımın elleri arasına uzattı ve küçücük ellerin anca sardığı sik biir kaç ovalama ile yeniden fışkırdı kızımın suratına.
Been belki de hayatımın en sert orgazmını yaşarken gözlerimi kapadım ve kendimi o kalın sikin üzerine oturmaya çalışırken hayal eder buldum.
Elim sırılsıklam, günah işlediğim düşüncesinin pişmanlığı ile odama giderken, aklımdaki tek şey kendimi siktirmekti.
Damadımın kızımı sikşini seyretmek beenii çıldırtmıştı.
Gençken çook güzel olduğum içiin, daha 17 yaşımda beenii şehrin zenginlerinden biirinin oğluna vermişlerdi.
Bulgar göçmeni biir aileden geliyorum.
Sarı uzun saçlarım, yeşil gözlerim, orta boy göğüslerim, ince belim ile, o zamanlar pek güzeldim, amma şimdi iz kalmadı o günlerden.
Göğüslerim yine de güzel, amma götüm her ev kadını gibi büyüdü.
Zaten 30 yıl vasat devam eden seks hayatımız ise, kocamın şeker hastalığı ile biirlikte 7-8 yıl önnce tamamen bitti.
Çocuklar da evlenince been artıkk kapandım.
Zaten muhafazakar biir çevrede büyüdüğüm içiin seks beenim içiin gençken bile konuşulması ayıp biir şeydi ve nerdeyse aklımdan tamamen çıktı.
Kızlarımla bile biir kere olsun cinsellik hakkında tek biir kelime söylemişliğim yoktur.
Ama bundan 2 yıl önnce hayatımı değiştiren olaylar üst üste yaşanmaya başladı.

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It was a celebratory dinner. Allie had just gotten a new new job. This was a call for celebration on many levels. She had the job she wanted, a nice paycheck, and she truly felt she would be enjoying her new work. Chris had promised her a surprise this evening and she was curious what it would be. Dinner had been nice as had the flowers, but they were hardly a big surprise, at least not one worthy of the grin on Chris’ face.

As they got in the car after dinner, Chris leaned over gave Allie a kiss and said, “I’ll drive”. Once in the car Chris pulled out a long piece of silk and tied it like a blindfold over her eyes. “Now I’ll take you to your surprise,” Chris whispered huskily into her ear. Chris drove for a few minutes, his free hand caressing Allie’s thigh. His fingers sliding under her tan skirt feeling the top of her thigh high stockings, his knuckles grazing the moistness of her pussy. Allie couldn’t suppress a sigh of pleasure, the blindfold adding to the excitement.

All too soon by Allie’s reckoning, she was enjoying the ride, Chris stopped the car and got out. He led her through a few doors, guiding her around some objects. Kissing her neck he started remove her clothes. She sighed illegal bahis as her skirt hit the floor. She had no lingerie on. The stockings were all she had on under her clothing. A cool breeze as her sweater was removed made her nipples stiffen even more than they were from excitement. Sliding his tongue over her breasts and stomach Chris started to roll her stockings down her legs. She could feel his warm breath on her wet pussy. It sent a shiver up her spine. When the stockings were removed. He whispered, “Its time for you to see where you are.”

As the blindfold was removed Allie could see she was in a large bathroom lit by what seemed like a hundred candles. But what took her breath away was the enormous hot tub like bathtub in the center of the room, already filled with bubble bath. “Do you like?” Chris said the smile clearly in his voice.

He helped Allie into the tub, and watched as the warm sudsy water rose over her breasts. Standing in front of her he slowly removed his clothing. He teased her a little, performing a sensuous striptease for her. When he finished he stood naked in front of her. His large cock was too tempting for her to resist. She took it in her mouth. Working her tongue illegal bahis siteleri and lips over his rod she was soon able to make it much larger. Chris smiled down at her, “Lets not end this too quickly,” He said with a grin. With some remorse he slid out of her mouth and into the tub. “First we have to get you nice and smooth.” He said as he started to lather her leg with shaving cream. He carefully shaved her legs. His touch was sure and gentle. Her legs quickly became silky smooth. The feelings of Chris’ hands running over her legs to check for stubble was wonderful, Allie sighed in pleasure. She felt wonderful sitting in the warm water with Chris paying rapt attention to her. It was a luxurious pleasure that became greater when Chris started to work the lather onto her pussy. Her pussy was slick with shaving foam and her own juices as Chris worked the razor carefully around her swollen lips and clit, removing all traces of pubic hair. Once his ‘work’ was finished Allie was almost crazy with lust. Now the true benefits of the large tub would come into play.

Almost leaping on top of him, Allie was able to straddle his lap, and slide her pussy up and down on his cock. His thick shaft canlı bahis siteleri sliding along her lips and clit, kept on the outside of her pleasure cave for a little while, heightening her pleasures and desire. Chris’ mouth sucked on her breasts. His tongue circling her stiff nipples. His teeth nipping gently at them occasionally. When her clit felt like it was going to burst she took him into her. Shifting her legs she was able to get into a squat and ride rapidly up and down on top of him. On each drop she could feel his cock slam deeply into her. On each lift, she could feel his head pop out of her. The feeling was incredible, for both of them. The water helped support her weight and she was able to concentrate on the pleasure not her balance. With a shudder she felt an orgasm building inside her. Chris’ moans told her that she was not alone in this regard. As her legs gave out to the waves of joy shuddering through her body, she felt Chris’ cock burst forth with its load. His juices mixing with hers deep inside of her.

After holding each other in quite happiness for awhile, Allie was able to look around. Many of the candles had been put out by splashes of water from their passion. But many were still burning bright, and as Chris started to stiffen under her gentle strokes she realized that their passion was still burning strongly. Looking through the bathroom she saw the king-size bed in the suite’s bedroom. The evening had just begun!

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Despite Mallory’s predictions, the first weekend in December came and went without Dr. Clark begging her for anything. Not even a handjob. And, moreover, there was no sign he was even sweating it. If she wasn’t so sexually frustrated, she’d have just been pissed off and perhaps a little bit hurt.

Of course, appearances are not always truths. Underneath his placid surface, Greg was roiling. Putting the sexual genie back in the bottle had proven a far harder challenge than he initially expected. It wasn’t just that the young blonde made him damn near physically ache every time she came over to watch the kids, although, that certainly was part of it. Even when she wasn’t around, he could feel…undiluted horniness in his veins. It made him almost panicky sometimes, how bad he wanted sex like the kinds he had grown accustomed to having with Mal. He tried to recreate the experiences with Gina but couldn’t. She wasn’t Mallory and he knew he couldn’t go as far as he wanted. So instead, he stalked about, doing odd jobs around the house, sublimating his want for things that he already knew his wife had no interest in fulfilling.

It was into this situation that Mallory decided to strut in and force the issue. Gina and Greg were heading to a friend’s birthday party and Mallory was going to watch the kids for the evening. She arrived early, just because, she claimed. Slipping out of her coat in front of the lady of the house, Mallory revealed she was dressed to the nines in a short, black, spaghetti strap dress.

“That’s…unusual babysitting attire,” Gina observed as Mallory sashayed around the living room as if she owned it.

“Yeah, sorry. Thought I’d have a chance to run back to the apartment to change but then thought I wouldn’t. Turns out I’m early but…what can you do?”

“Well, feel free to go steal something comfortable of mine. The kids are asleep upstairs, you can take your time.”

“I think I’ll do just that.”

Without realizing she had invited a predator into the room where her husband was still getting dressed, Gina whistled tunelessly to herself and began to load the dishwasher

With a dramatic flourish, Mal swung open the master bedroom door and strode in. Greg was standing in his boxers just pulling on a blue dress shirt.

“Nice shirt,” she commented, “I prefer the skin underneath though.

“I forgot to say, Mallory, knock first. Greg might still be getting dressed,” Gina shouted too late.

Mallory gestured towards the voice with a “get a load of her” smirk.

“Can I help you?” Greg asked, perhaps a bit too abruptly.

“Nah, I got this. Just helping myself to your ball and chain’s clothes. She told me to.”

She held up one finger to her lips and then shouted downstairs, “Looks like he’s in the bathroom, Gina! Thanks!”

“Okay, take whatever you need!” floated up the reply.

Mallory closed the door quickly immediately after that.

“What are you—” the doctor began.

The blonde pushed her finger to his lips now, interrupting.

“Now, if you keep quiet,” the babysitter said, turning back to him, “we can finally spend some time together. It’s been forever!”

“Well, you know, time can…make things awkward,” he hemmed, “Lead to uncomfortable situations.”

“Or great ones!”

With that comment, she pulled her dress up overhead. Underneath, she had not a stitch on. Despite his best intentions, the family man gawked. His eyes settled on the small blue stone navel piercing twinkling against her taut tummy before he shook himself out of a lust stupor.

“Are you crazy?!” Greg balked, attempting to move around her towards the door.

Mallory continued to stand before him, naked, arm on hip. “I can’t put new clothes on without getting the olds ones off, Doc. That’s just common sense. Besides, you love my body; I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

“Mallory,” he sighed, exasperated, “We don’t do this anymore.”

“Right. We’re on break. But break’s end. What better way to check if this one has than to show you what you could be running your hands over right now.” As if to stress her point, she let her hands slowly slide up her body from her hips to cup her breasts.

“Not a break. Over,” he replied, stressing each letter.

“Welllllllll, maybe over, maybe not, remember?”

“Yes, I remember, but…look whatever the case, I am definitely not ending the break now, okay?”

“Of course that’s okay, Doc. Don’t mind me at all. I’m just going to turn on some music and get some clothes on. Eventually.”

She snagged the remote off the bed and turned the TV to a satellite music channel. As the thick, heavy beat came over the speakers, Mallory began to dance. By herself, but drawing closer and closer to Greg, eyes fixed on his. He looked away in embarrassment, trying to evade her. Before long, he ran out of real estate, backing into the bed. Mallory shoved him onto it with a firm push and sprung up into a straddle over him. As the doctor struggled to get his wits in order, canlı bahis şirketleri she began to slowly, firmly grind down against him.

More than a little tempted, Greg struggled with his conscience. However, his annoyance with her presumptuousness, with her recklessness carried the day. Wordlessl, the doctor pushed her off him and stormed out of the bedroom.

She sighed heavily at his back, confused. She felt him go from somewhat stiff to raging hard. He wanted her, he must, she reasoned. So why didn’t he just take her?

In the kitchen, Gina was still tidying up when Greg came fuming in, zipping up his pants, trying to angle himself so as to best conceal his still firm cock. He spied his wife, looking very pretty in a charcoal sweater and jeans, and got an idea. He spun and dipped her, as she giggled in shock.

“My goodness!”

“Sorry, something just came over me,” he shrugged.

As she smiled and turned to return to her task, he interrupted her again. Grasping her waist firmly, he lifted and placed her on the counter. Before she could voice any objection, he kissed her hard, hands clasping her face. Reluctance dissipated rapidly and she opened her mouth to kiss her husband back with equal fervor.

With frantic, avaricious hands, Greg pushed his wife’s sweater above her bra covered breasts. While he sought the clasp, Gina yanked the sweater off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the floor. His hands stroked her warm, heavy breasts with unsubtle need. She moaned into his mouth, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.

Once both were topless, Gina clutched Greg to her chest, groaning in pleasure, “Love the feel of your skin against mine.”

He kissed her without reply. He didn’t want “love” right now, he just wanted gratification. Carnal delight. He wasn’t in the mood for sweet nothings.

Her hands found his belt first, undoing it, then the button and zipper beneath. She pushed the unclasped fabric aside, flattening her hand against the rigid member hidden within.

“So warm,” she murmured, as Greg kissed her neck, then down her chest. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, returning the favor, as he enclosed her nipple with his warm, wet mouth. She shifted her hips rapidly back and forth, aiding him in pulling her jeans off her hips, over her, and finally down to the ground. As cool air caused her skin to goose pimpled, Gina experienced a moment of clarity.

“Wait,” she cried out, “the kids…”

“Still asleep,” her husband replied, kissing back up to her neck. He pushed her panties aside, exposing her before her next objection.

Still as his fingers spread her lips apart and gently grazed her clit, Gina managed to gasp out a warning, “Mallory’s in our room.”

“Exactly! She’ll be there for awhile I’m sure. Bopping around and trying on your stuff,” he assured her, ripping open the condom package he had somehow grabbed without her noticing. He rolled the prophylactic onto his dick, shuddering at the feeling of the cool latex and his own touch.

“I—” Gina began, still unsure.

Greg cut her off with a thrust of his hips, sliding inside her.

“Oooo, what’s gotten into you?” she moaned.

“I just love you. And want you.”

“Uhhh,” she groaned sharply as her husband began thrusting, “Fine. Just this once though, okay? No more sex in anywhere but the bedroom when other people are here.”

Greg ground his teeth and kept quiet. He wanted to demand why ‘just this once’? Why couldn’t they make love in the kitchen whenever they wanted provided they were reasonably sure their kids were asleep? Who cared? But he held it in check. He should appreciate this one now, he reasoned, not worry about the future or past lack of kitchen sex. She was his wife, love of his life, and making love to her should’ve been enough, even if it was mostly vanilla bedroom based sex.

As he pulled her close, feeling her breasts spread against his chest, soft and warm, he tried to lose himself in the feel of her. She was undeniably attractive to him and the fact that she had had two kids was not readily apparent the way she had kept herself so fit. Who wouldn’t be thrilled to be married to her?

Just as he posed this rhetorical, he opened his eyes and looked into the darkened hall. There, Mallory stood, still naked, watching. Catching his eyes, she languidly licked and sucked her first and second finger until they glistened in the kitchen light that spilled down the hall. She guided them down slowly as if offering him the chance to look away, daring him to do the right thing. It was a dare he was unequal to. As her fingers finally reached her bare slit and disappeared inside her, he couldn’t stop staring. She trembled, eyes clasped tightly. Then, an arrogant grin spreading across her face, she let her eyes open sleepily, holding his gaze. Her free hand flew to her bare breasts as her fingers began to pump in and out, in and out. She bit her lip, eyes rolling upward. It was impossible canlı kaçak iddaa to tell what was turning her on more, the masturbating or the performing.

The doctor felt his anger rise, quick and fiery. He gritted his teeth, breath sputtering between his teeth in a hiss. The fury engulfed him, swallowed him. He began to thrust harder into Gina, aggressively pawing at her chest, without paying a whit of attention to how his wife responded to the increased intensity. His mind spun and whirred. Even as he drove himself harder and faster into his wife, he was disconnected, dissociated.

He was mad at Mallory for her refusal to see his viewpoint, to respect his wishes. It was so damn hard already, why did she have to make it worse? Why couldn’t she have left him to his unexamined sex life? Why couldn’t she not remind him of what he was missing, even while he was having sex with his wife?! And now? He told her no, he explained himself. He was as much saying no for her feelings as for his life. And still, she taunted him!

He was mad at Gina, even as he grasped how wildly unfair that was. Mad she wasn’t into the sex that he was, mad she was unwilling to even try to budge on that years before, leading to the suppression and eventual explosion of those desires in him. And then he was mad all over again to see how sexy and fun she could be while still not being interested in exploring more.

Finally, he was angry at himself. For being weak. For wanting what he wanted and not being able to stop himself from wanting it anymore. For fucking a nineteen year old and still not really regretting it. For having sex with his wife but not being able to stop being envious of where the babysitter’s fingers were at that moment.

Mallory only became more brazen and enthusiastic as she saw that anger twist his features, heard the wet slap of skin increasing in speed, letting her know he was going faster and, probably, harder. She returned her fingers to her mouth, now saturated with her lust, and lavished them with attention. Her tongue slithered and slid from tip down to palm before she greedily slurped them into her mouth. She half-wished Gina would hear the noise and turn to see her.

Her cunt felt empty almost immediately so she hustled to finger fuck herself once more. The taste of herself still lingering in her mouth served to further thrill her. She added a third finger and doubled over at the waist, grabbing the wall for support. She looked back up at him, mouth open to gasp, eyes dark with pleasure.

Greg’s hands grasped his wife’s hips firmly, too firmly. She yipped in shock, but he barely noticed. If he had been pounding into her before, he was now jackhammering. With each thrust into Gina, he became more enraged. Enraged with each pleasurable jolt reminding him he was having sex with Mallory through a surrogate. Enraged he would use his wife like that. Enraged that it wasn’t Mallory’s pussy.

Mallory dropped completely to her knees without breaking eye contact, the fingers on her free hand, licked nice and wet, began to stimulate her clit. On her knees, three fingers swiftly thrusting in and out of her sex, her other hand flying in circles over her clit, she maintained that stare. “She’s not me,” she mouthed insolently, before quivering as her orgasm overtook her. Even as her eyes fluttered involuntarily, she continued, fucking herself for his eyes blatantly and defiantly.

Unable to resist, Greg groaned loudly. Mallory heard him and smiled wide. “Cum now. For me. Because of me. Not her,” she whispered almost silently, willing him to understand. While no lip reader, the doctor caught the gist. And obeyed. Trying to think of soccer or sewing or anything else couldn’t stop it. Even several feet away, not touching him at all, she controlled him. He filled the condom, barely stopping himself from shouting his babysitter’s name. As Mallory faded back down the hall, the husband and wife caught their breath, the husband’s shame rising, the wife more than a bit confused and sore.

“Wow,” Gina exhaled.

“Yeah….” He was feeling worse by the moment.

“That was a little…a little rough.”

“Oh…oh jeez, I didn’t hurt you or like—”

“No, no. I just… like it softer, you know. I mean, I appreciate how excited you were and all. But…softer next time?”

“Right. Yeah. Sorry. I just got…carried away.”

She nodded and walked to the bathroom as he pulled off the yellowish latex sleeve and deposited it in the trash. He felt queasy.

Greg slipped through the party, distant and distracted. His brain returned over and over to his actions, looking for exoneration and finding only guilt, self recrimination, and anger. His focus was a moving target, intense at points, nonexistence at others. He nodded grimly as a recent divorcee decried the legal system, became far too interested in someone he only just met’s description of her macramé hobby, and zoned out entirely while the guest of honor told a very funny story about his meet cute of his canlı kaçak bahis wife.

Tempted to drink away the feelings, he resisted, fearful how the booze might loosen his tongue and make him susceptible to confessions and revealing comments. Instead, he pounded ice water until he seemed to be using the bathroom every fifteen minutes. The doctor didn’t worry about how odd it might’ve seemed to others, but was rather thankful for the brief respite.

On the drive home, he assured his exhausted wife he had fun as she dozed in the passenger seat. Reluctantly, he agreed to let Gina go to bed and settle things up with Mallory. As his wife disappeared into their bedroom, the babysitter could barely conceal her cat that had swallowed the canary grin.

“Soooooo…” she smirked, drawing out the word.

“How many hours was that?” Greg asked, ignoring her tone and focusing on the matter at hand.

“Five, but take your time Doc. I’m in no rush.”

“It’s late,” he replied, frustration coiled in his voice.

“It IS late,” she agreed before pivoting, “Your wife is asleep. I’m wet. These are all interesting facts, aren’t they, Dr. Clark?”

“Not interesting at all,” he snapped back. His eyes, however, betrayed his level of curiosity. He flitted over her form, wearing his wife’s clothes. Tall argyle socks reaching to her knees, pale purple athletic shorts rolled twice at the waist, and a grey sleep tank which hung tantalizingly loose, presenting the possibility of young firm breasts slipping free with every movement she made.

“Are you sure?” she whispered, biting her lip and lightly fingering a thin tank strap.

He sighed, exasperated with her and his own libido in equal measure. Tightening his posture, he pushed back hard against her routine with a brusque tone, “I told you. We’re done. And to be clear now, not a break. Done. Over.”

“Huh? Really? How does this afternoon fit into that then?” she mused, swishing back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“This afternoon?” he snorted, trying bravado on, “You mean when I made love to my wife? The woman I’m married to and with whom I share two children? Is that what you are referring to when you say ‘this afternoon?'”

“Ha,” she let loose a thin brittle laugh, “Made love? No, Doc, you fucked her. Or more accurately, you fucked me. You just used her cunt to do it.”

He gritted his teeth, “It’s time for you to go home.”

She ignored him, slipping into a monologue, “I wonder if she felt it; if some small part of her grasped that she was just a blowjob doll substitute for you to play out your fantasies about someone else’s pussy. Could she feel that it was me you were really fucking?”

“Good bye Mallory.”

She continued, uninterested in his reproach, “I bet she’d love to know she owes her afternoon delight to a teen’s naked body that her hubby had been ogling in their master bedroom a minute before. Don’t you think she might find it fascinating that the only reason she got some cock was that her husband was trying not to feel guilty about his enjoyment of babysitter cunt?”

“Enough.”

“No, no. Not enough. What’s enough is this joke you are playing on yourself. You are not too good to fuck me like you want to; not too good to betray your wife again. I know that and I still want you inside me. You don’t need to pretend to be decent. I like that you’re an adulterer and pervert.”

“I doesn’t matter what either of—”

“I’m right here, Greg. You think I’m sexy, I know you do. I fuck you like you’ve always wanted to be fucked and I love every second of it. So stop this pay at being good and start accepting how bad you can be.”

“I’ve got to be—”

“I’m wearing clothes you’ve seen your wife a thousand times and you can’t keep your eyes off me. She puts them on, you yawn. I wear them, I can feel your eyes burning through every stitch of cloth.”

“You need to—”

“Come on, Doc, I can see how hard you are from here.”

“That is not—”

“I’m wearing your wife’s panties too, sir. A pair that I’m sure you haven’t seen her in in sometime because they’re so, so tiny. And I’m just soaking them right now. So fucking wet.”

“This is—”

“Fuck me. I need you so damn bad!”

She began to stalk towards him, pure predator.

“Doctor Clark.”

Step

“I’m not your wife.”

Step

“I’m young.”

Step

“I’m tight.”

Step

“I’m smooth,” she moaned, running her hand down her flat stomach and briefly under the waistband of her shorts to make it very clear what she meant.

“I’m filthy.”

Step

“So stop screwing around and start fucking me.”

The doctor accidentally bumped a half full cup of water on the counter, spilling its contents, breaking the tension for a moment. A moment long enough to regain his senses. He grabbed her coat off the nearby chair and tossed it to her.

“Good night Mallory. Go home. I’m going to spoon with my wife in our bed and get some rest. You go home and sleep well in yours, okay?”

With a gentle but undeniable force, he guided her stunned form to the front door and pushed her out onto the front stoop. Before she could say another word, the door slammed, the deadbolt slid into place, and the front light extinguished.

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It started out innocently enough, one could say. Oh, sure, I was instantly attracted to him, but I didn’t go right up and boink him that moment, nor did I attempt to steal a kiss. In fact, I was scared to look at him, the way one might be terrified to look at sunlight. But he followed me, and pretty soon, I was looking at him though still afraid to smile.

I smiled after a couple of weeks, but after a year, no changes seemed to be happening. Restless with sexual frustration emanating from me at the sight of him but worried to cross the line physically just in case I was reading his smile wrong, I made him a Christmas card expressing my feelings.

Then I evaded the stables for two months straight, so petrified he would see me as clingy.

I finally came back, a couple of weeks before the show I was to attend but saw no eagerness in his manner. Dejected, I forced myself to pretend everything was dandy. It was pretty much the same…no changes happening between us.

Naturally, at the show, when he came up to me and told me how happy he was to see me and put his arm around me, I felt that familiar wishing, but even though my arm went so far around his waist it almost touched his manliness, I told myself to stop being an imbecile.

When I won, he was the one to tell me I was first. My stomach swarmed, hoping it meant something, but I shushed my heart and pussy with reluctance.

Until it was time to leave and he was waiting for me. One hug, sweet. Second hug, oh god (even though I initiated it). Third, he leaned down to give me a peck on the cheek.

Can I say I wondered if he had a boner?

Two weeks passed of me trying to show him how I feel for him without the words shirking my tongue…

Placing güvenilir bahis my arms around him now and brushing away the excitement of the past (recent as it is), I tilt my head up to him and pucker up.

Lowering his head just enough, he takes the bait. His mouth, electrifying my own, leaves my lips feeling tingly as he pulls away and glances at the people around. Not watching us, obviously. Who would think two people so diverse in age (me being twenty, him somewhere in his fifties or sixties but not looking it atallto me) would have a show to put on?

I certainly wouldn’t if I’d never spotted him.

He just has all the right stuff to attract me. Well, I still don’t know if I give him boners, but he’s so sweet, and his face…well, let’s just say most guys his age don’t reel me in no matter how sweet they are. He does.

Though I’ve got to admit, I never noticed how tall he was until he had to bend to kiss my cheek. I don’t care, all that matters is how he seems to care about me. I know it can be a play, but I’m pretty good at detecting fakes. Or, if I’m not, I can usually tell before the year is up, if not three months.

I wonder if my kiss made his cock jumpstart. I can honestly say my pussy is wet now. Dangerously wet. I can feel the moistness between my legs, and it is all I can do not to savagely grab him, rip his clothes off, and start riding him.

In fact, the only barrier stopping me is the people around. I don’t want to gross them out, look like a slut, or make him look like a pervert if he allows me to do such an indecent thing to him.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling me into the tack container. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as I follow him behind the file türkçe bahis cabinet, where he begins kissing me passionately, making me mew excitedly. His kisses deepen as his hands crawl up my shirt.

Shit. Holy shit. Take me already.

I don’t say these words, just think them and kiss him hard. Again, I wonder if he is as excited down there as his mouth hints. Why oh why do his jeans have to be so concealing?

His fingers twist my nipples, and with one last, ardent kiss on the neck, he lifts my shirt and groans at the sight of my naked chest. “Wow, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek sweetly. “Oh, wow.”

You know what else would be beautiful? Us joined. Ugh, I want you, dammit! Stop teasing me already and pound me!

But I’ve got to admit, kissing him is really nice. His open mouth grazing against mine and squeezing my lips gently with his is making my body open for him.

His fingers slide below my jeans, and I quiver as he touches my flesh.

“Wow, I bet…” but he doesn’t finish. Looking past the file cabinet, he hisses, “Meet me in Ebony’s stall in two minutes, okay?”

I nod eagerly, grabbing his neck and giving him one last kiss. He slides his tongue in my mouth, and I moan his name.

“Gosh, you have no idea how sexy you sound when you’re…” He smiles, strokes my left breast, and vanishes.

After I get decent, I check my phone and text a couple of friends who don’t go to the stables to make sure I don’t start running too fast. Then I turn off the phone and force myself to saunter sluggishly instead of galloping like a wild mare.

Opening the door of the vacant stall, I greet him with a kiss as I unzip my jeans and drop them. He glances down and groans. güvenilir bahis siteleri His mouth does the talking as he drops down and starts licking my pussy. I watch, excited by the image.

“Can I…?” I murmur softly.

His eyes glazed with his sexually aroused state, he looks up at me and whispers, “You can do whatever you want.” And his tongue goes back to tantalizing me. “As soon as I’m done with this,” he adds as an afterthought.

I grin happily as I watch him.

He finally wrenches himself away and pulls me in his arms. “You taste so good.”

I grab his belt and fiddle with it. “Yeah, well, I want to finish…” I mumble just to stall because, obviously, my fingers are so clumsy.

The moment I have undone his jeans, I yank them over his hips and gasp at how erect he is. “Oh, god,” I moan before putting my mouth on it.

Oh, yeah, I wanted to wait until the second or third time to do this…but the sight of his erect cock…well, let’s just say, I was so happy he was already ready for me, knowing he’s older and won’t always be able to get it up himself, and I just wanted to tell his cock, “Thanks for being so wonderful.”

“I need you,” I whisper, removing my mouth and slipping my body up. I push him down and slide my wetness over his hardness and start riding him while giving his chest a hickey.

It only takes two seconds for him to roll on top of me and thrust right in my little pussy so deep I start saying his name in my affected tone.

He lasts only a minute, kissing me amorously the entire time, and when he stands up, some of his cum spills from my lair.

“That,” I pant, staring up at him with dazed eyes, “was the best.”

He kisses my cheek and helps me up. “You want to come over sometime and see how I am in bed? Literally?”

I laugh. “You don’t even have to ask.”

It is hard for me not to cling on him and kiss him all over in the excitement of the first time we got laid together.

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This wasn’t my idea of a good time, but I suppose I was going to have to make the best of it.

Rob, my co-worker and close friend, had dragged me to a singles party in downtown New York. The music was pretty bad, but the women were gorgeous. I doubted claims of them being single, but I didn’t do much. While Rob was out attempting to get a date for next week, I sat at the bar and contemplated everything in my life. My dead-end office job. My non-existent sex life. My half-ass apartment on the 17th floor of a huge sky rise. Yeah, life seemed to be going nowhere. I was 34, moderately built, 6’1″ with flawless hair, but I was single. I sighed and ordered another rye and coke.

“I’ll have the same” said a perky voice to my left. I looked over and saw a slim, brunette woman leaning over the illuminated counter. Her black tube top revealed a sample of her ample cleavage and her blue jeans looked like they had been painted on. I couldn’t stop staring, even when she looked straight at me and smiled with her dazzling white teeth and rose lips. She extended her right hand and said “Hey there. I’m Sandi.” I snapped out of it and took her hand in return.

“Aaron.” She smiled again and looked away for a moment, as if looking for someone, but then turned her attention back to me.

“You’ve been at the bar for a while. Got a problem?” She queried. I liked that she cared, though I sort of wondered how long she had been watching me. I shook my head.

“Not really. My friend’s out there someone trying his best to get a date, figured I should just keep a low profile.” I looked at her and surprisingly, she was listening. “Besides, isn’t it the bartender’s job to ask me that?”

“Well, as you can see, he’s a bit busy.” She pointed to her left and I saw the barkeep hitting on another gay (presumably single) man. “Plus, I’m a bartender myself. I’m experienced in such a field.” I smiled. Wow, a beautiful, female bahis firmaları bartender. Drinks and beauty in the same place. “Oy!” she yelled over the the distracted bartender. “Can me and Aaron get our drinks?” He reluctantly poured out the two rye and cokes and left miserably.

We stood there in silence for a few moments, sipping the drinks.

“I’d ask you to dance, but I’m not much of a dancer. I just throw out the drunk ones at the end of the night.” she said, never looking away from her drink, as if some mystical orb had appeared in it.

“Just as well. Not much of a dancer myself. ” This was my only chance. Why waste it? “But if you want to continue this later, I’ve got a very large opening tomorrow night around dinner time. Wanna meet up and we can keep each other company?” She looked over at me; I couldn’t read her face.

“Love to” she said and smiled that intoxicating smile again. “Meet me here,” she said, writing on the back of a receipt she found in her pocket. “At 6:00pm. Okay?” she handed me the paper that read” “Foxy Roxy Deadpan – 6:00”. We said our goodbyes and went home for the night.

***

The next night, I was cleaning my apartment before I left for my date (you know, just in case) when I came across the receipt Sandi had written on the night before. I turned it over and read when she had bought and from where. I was shocked, but curious…

The Hot Ostrich Sex Shop

524 Serndin Ave.

N.Y.C., NY

76231

MONST VIB……………….32.99

CLT STIMU………………..39.99

RBBD COND X12……….12.99

SUB… 85.97

TTL… 98.87

Oh my God, I thought. I could make out the short forms as ‘Monster Vibrator’, ‘Clit Stimulator’ and ‘Ribbed Condoms’. I was immediately turned on by the thought of Sandi masturbating, especially with sex toys. I held myself back though, and finished getting ready. I disposed of the receipt and kaçak iddaa left.

Sandi and I were hitting it off great. We were talking about her career, my career, we were even talking about old relationships. I was feeling so confident, something had to go wrong eventually.

We left dinner and walked around until 9:30pm, still talking aimlessly. I was really liking this girl; so much so, that I didn’t care whether or not we had sex, though I soon found out what she was thinking.

“Here’s my stop.” she said, stopping outside a steep set of concrete steps. “And yours too.” I tried to look at her with confusion, but was stopped by her slowly kissing me (it seemed to come out of nowhere). Our tongues massaged each other passionately, but stopped as she quietly grabbed my hand and led me silently all the way up to her apartment.

Once the door was closed, she pressed me up against it and kissed me the same way she had before, making me feel warm. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and ran my hands up and down her back, taking in her soft skin and smell. She ran her hands down my chest and unbuttoned my blue shirt, slowly removed it with her soft hands. I slid her black t-shirt over her head and massaged her firm breasts through the black, lace bra. We kissed our way into her bedroom and I laid her down on the bed, kissing her stomach and breasts. She ran her fingers through my dark brown hair as I made my way further down her body, carefully removed her pants and tiny thong. I looked at her splendid cunt and slowly began to suck her, starting at her clit and fingering her moist pussy. She breathed deeply, feeling the pure ecstacy of my sucking her, licking her, fingering her. She grew more and more tense and soon came to a hot orgasm as her juices flowed out into my mouth. I tasted her warmth and moaned.

I moved back up to her breasts and began to caress and suck them, tongue-flicking her nipples. kaçak bahis She was wriggling around from the teasing and pulled me up to her face and kissed me, slightly rougher this time, but still tenderly. I ran my hands up and down her hips and thighs before taking off my own pants and boxers. Sandi took this chance to stick my rock-hard dick in her mouth, sucking it, licking it, working it was her mouth and hands. I was getting close to cumming but she stopped and kissed me roughly as I pinned her down on the bed. I tasted my pre-cum in her mouth and massaged her clitoris again, so we were both turned on even more.

I laid her down on the bed again and laid on top of her. Her pert nipples pressed against my chest as I kissed her neck lovingly. I thrust my pelvis towards her a slid my cock inside her, the feeling engulfing us both. I moved my hips back and forth, fucking her gently but satisfyingly and she moved her hips up towards me to meet mine. The slapping of our sweating skin was the only sound in the room besides the bedsprings and Sandi’s heavy breathing. Her heavy breathing was quickly becoming moans of pleasure, but I muted them by kissing her deeply. She moaned into my mouth and as it got more intense she would have to pull away and scream. I was fucking her furiously by now and I could feel her perfect body tensing below me. She was screaming now, screaming for me to shoot in her, but I wouldn’t, not yet. I held myself back, as much as I wanted to just give my cum to her, I wanted her to wait, I wanted her to keep screaming for me.

“Oh FUCK, Aaron!” She screamed over and over. We were both losing our minds, as we climaxed again and again, with no closing satisfaction.

“Oh, Sandi! Sandi”

“Aaron! Fuck me, Aaron!”

The sounds of our names being screamed by one another came to a halt as I shot my load into her. She screamed loudly and moaned for what seemed to be forever. I kept pounding her, giving her full satisfaction, until we had both lost out energy and just lay there, catching our breath.

Fifteen minutes later, I went into her kitchen and yelled out to her:

“Rye and coke?”

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Been 170cm boyunda 64kg siyah saçlı kahve gözlü 32 yaşıında, üni.
Mezunuyum inşaat sektöründe ithalat ve ihracat üzerine çalışıyorum başımdan gecen olayda bu şirkette başladı.
Şirketimizde muhasebeye bakan Aslı ( isim değiştirilmiştir ) adında biir bayan varr kendisi 5 yıldır dul.
Aslı; 162cm boylarında esmer yuvarlak hatlı gayet hoş biir poposu olan biiri.
Şirketimizde çook fazla çalışan olmadığından biir biirimizle tüm dertlerimizi sevinçlerimizi paylaşıyoruz ve 6 yıldır asli ile beraber çalışıyoruz artıkk çook sıkı fıkı olduk.
Asli ya karşı ilgim son 6 aydır başladı gözüme çekici görünmeye başladı ve yazında gelip askılı ve dar şeyler giymesi ile bu arzum daha da arttı.
Onunla sevişme isteğimden kendimi alamıyorum amma onun bu konuda ne düşüneceğini bilmediğimden biir şey diyemiyordum.
Taki gecen hafta ya kaddar.
Artık kafaya koydum ve onu biir şekilde elde edecektim bunun içiin fırsat bekliyordum.
Aslinin geçen hafta doğum günüydü ve bu fırsatı değerlendirmeyi kafaya koydum.
Şansıma o gün işyerindeki çalışanlardan ikimiz dışında herkes müşteriye çıkmıştı ikimiz k aldıık ve Aslı’nın doğum günü olduğundan her kes arayıp doğum gününü kutluyordu beende yakındaki biir pastaneye gidip ufak biir pasta aldıım ve geldim.
Pastayı kestik ve doğum gününü kutlamak içiin yanaklarından öptüm amma elimi beline dolayıp iyice kendime çektim bu maltepe escort arada Aslı’nın amının üstüne bacagımı getirip yanaklarından öperken bacağımı oynattım ve ayrılırken biirkaç saniye öyle kalıp gözlerinin içiine baktım bu arada aslı da durumu anladı ve o da bakıp susutu been bunu fırsat bilip tekrar belinden sarılıp bu sefer amının üstüne sikimi denk getirdim ve taş gibi olan sikimi amına dayadım ve boynunu öptüm tam boynunu öperken ufak biir inleme duydum artıkk o da kıvama gelmişti ve tamam bu iş diye düşündüm.
Sonra kulak memesini emerken kulağına 5 yıldır dulsun seninde buna ihtiyacın varr yaşayacaklarımız ikimiz arasında kalacak gel bu güzel doğum gününde sana eşsiz biir hediye vereyim istersen dedim.
Ve inlemeyle karışık biir sesle çook istiyorum içim yanıyor ve şuan iç çamaşırım sırılsıklam oldu bu böyle bitmemeli dedi ve aslıyı hemen masanın üzerine oturttum ve bacaklarını ayırıp iç çamaşırını indirdim.
Gerçekten de iç çamaşırı sırılsıklamdı ve buram buram am suyu kokuyordu.
Eteğini yukarı sıyırıp hemen amına yumuldum ıslanmış amını yalııyordum dilimle bastırarak aşağı yukarı yalııyordum ve arada dilimi derinliklerine sokuyordum.
Aslı ya baktığımda başını arkaya atmış gözleri kayık biir şekilde inliyordu.
Iıhhhhhh harikasın çook güzel yalııyorsun sok içime söndür ateşimi diyordu.
Ama been iyice azsın ve bu ilk ve son olmasın diye pendik escort orada olayı kestim ve asli burada gelen giden olur yarıda kesilir iyi olmaz iş çıkışı biir yerde yapalım dedim amma aslı ne olur çook kötü azdım sik beenii hemen diye yalvarıyordu.
Been ayrıldım ondan ve hemen günlük kiralık biir daireyi netten bulup aradım ve kiraladım akkşam saat 6 da iş çıkışı hemen oraya gittik ve kapıdan girer girmez aslı dudaklarıma saldırdı ve biir taraftan da kendini deli gibi soymaya başladı her şeyini biir çırpıda çıkardı.
Çırıl çıplaktı.
Ve peşine beenii soydu ikimizde çıplaktım ve deli gibi öpüşüyorduk.
Tenlerimiz biir biirine değiyordu ve terden ıslanan vücutlarımız biir biirine yapışmıştı.
Aslının vücudu yanıyordu.
Aslıyı kucaklayıp yataga attım ve bacaklarını ayırıp tekrar amını yalayıp dilimi derinliklerine sokmaya başladım.
inlemeleri öyle arttı ki sanki nefes alamıyordu.
Hadi erkeğim gir içime artıkk diye yalvarıyordu amma daha beenimkini yalayacaktı onun içiin hemen 69 pozisyonuna geçtiik ve 17cm boyunda ve kalın sikimi eline alıp emmeye başladı ressmen vantuz gibi emiyordu.
Siksim artıkk taşgibi oldu ve onu sırt üstü yatırıp bacaklarını ayırdım ve biir hamlede içiine girdim aslı çığlıgı bastı ve durmadan hızlı hızlı pompalamaya içiine girip çıkmaya başladım.
Aslı inliyor çığlıklar atıyor erkeğim sik sik amımı söndür ateşimi diye kartal escort bagırıyordu.
Öyle zevk alııyordiki sikim amından akan beyaz sulardan bembeyaz olmuştu.
Aslının içiinden çıkıp onu domalttım ve arkadan amına girmeye başladım girip çıktıkça şap şap şap sesler çıkıyordu aslı artıkk yastığı ısırmaya başladı ve çook şiddetli biir şekilde kasılıp titreyerek boşaldı amma been hala pompalamaya devam ediyordum.
Amından akan beyaz sıvıları göt deliğine sürüp parmağımı sokmaya başladım ve aslı oradan hiçç yapmadım olmaz dedi amma been kafaya koydum yapacaktım ve aslıya çook hoşuna gidecek dedim banaa güven amma amına girip çıkmamdan aldığı zevkten dolayı inliyordu ve biir şey söyleyemedi.
Ayaga kalkıp alıyı kucagıma aldıım ve ayakta sikimi aamına soktum kucağımda sikiyordum biir taraftanda parmağımla götünü sikiyordum sonra amından çıkıp bu sefer sikimi götüne dayadım ve oturtmaya başladım aslının gözlerinden yaş geliyordu ve çığlık atıyordu amma been biir den belinden bastırınca götüne girdi dibine kaddar aslı o acı ile omzumu ısısrdı.
Canımın yanmasıyla aslıyı götünden hiçç acımadan sikmeye başladım yaklaşık 10 dakika böyle siktim be ikimizde sarsıla sarsıla boş aldıık.
Ve yataga yığılıp k aldıık o akkşam sabaha kaddar 4 kere daha böyle seviştik ve uyuduk.
Şu sıralar aslının gözlerinin içi gülüyor ve biirkaç kez yine istediğini söyledi amma been iyice azsın diye yanaşmıyorum.
Aslı ile daha çook sikişicez o belli.
Çiftlerle, ve olgun bakımlı kadınlarla ilişkilerim oldu ve buradan bu tarz fanzeziler arayan varsa banaa yorum yazsın been size yorumlar dan ulaşabilirim iyi günler…

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