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She was going mad. She loved her husband but six straight weeks of 16 hour days had left him far too exhausted to take care of her needs. She was getting desperate. It was an aching hunger, a fire between her legs that made her squirm in agony, longing for a really, really good fucking.

She knew her place. She was 5’10” tall with a dancer’s lithe body and beautiful legs. Her dark brown hair fell well below her shoulder blades in thick, luxuriant waves and her forest green eyes were captivating. Her husband had married her because she was beautiful…a perfect trophy. Her life was good—a brand new beemer, a huge house, vacations in Paris and Rome. A husband who deferred to her every whim out of guilt over his long absences.

She wanted something…different. Something that wasn’t so squeaky clean and lily white. She wasn’t sure where she was going to find it but she knew it had to be done.

But she didn’t want to go about it the way that everyone else did—spending time in dirty smoke filled bars with drunken louts who pawed at the tits of any whiskey soaked whore who came their way. She was a lady. She wanted to be conquered by the secret beast. The man who wanted nothing more than to mount her and rut until he coated her womb with his seed—but controlled himself and just smiled as he walked by. A different, more subtle approach was needed.

She tested various hunting grounds: the supermarket, the drug store, the pet store. Wearing various high hemlines and low necklines, she would find men who appeared to be single and catch their eyes. Once they noticed her, she’d make her way into their aisle and wait until they were along before bending over as far as she could to “look” for something on the bottom shelf, exposing dewy, puffy pussy lips that begged to be touched. Without fail, the men would stare, dumbfounded at her audacity and grateful for the show but none of them dared to approach her.

Late one night, while her husband was away on another business trip, she’d realized she needed more vodka. Throwing on one of her short dresses, she headed down to her local grocery store for once not thinking of catching someone’s eye.

The grocery store was empty except for the female cashier and one older security guard at the back making sure underage drinkers didn’t lift anything. Anna made her way to the Vodka aisle, keenly aware of the older gentleman’s eyes on her sweet, young curves. Against her will, her pussy started to get moist at the thought of showing off for someone as she bent at the waist, the hem of her dress raising well above her juicy lips and giving the guard a nice peek. She eve gelen escort could tell by his sharp intake of breath that he’d seen what she was offering up to him from down the short aisle and could hear footsteps coming up behind her.

“Excuse me, Miss, he said, clearing his throat, “Can I help you find something?”

She straightened up and turned around, making sure to look up at him with her huge, innocent looking eyes. Biting her lip lightly, she said “My husband’s away on business and I…I just needed to something to make the time pass faster. Do you have any suggestions on a good Vodka?” She smiled arrogantly, her eyes dropping down to his quickly stiffening cock.

“Well, Miss, I have to be honest: they keep the best stuff in the back and put it out on Thursday’s, for the weekend. If you wanna follow me, I can show you where it is and maybe you can grab a bottle for yourself.”

She looked back up towards the cashier and he answered her silent question. “She won’t bother us—we don’t have to close for another 3 hours. She has to stay up there and I have to stay back here. Most days, we barely see each other.”

She liked the little hint of a pot belly he had and his greying, thinning hair. He was ordinary…not ugly, not gorgeous just…a guy. A guy who wanted to fuck her so badly, he was risking his job and, she thought, as she noticed his wedding ring, his marriage.

He led her further back into the store, passed the dairy shelves and through the huge double plastic doors that led to the dark world of stacked boxes, concrete halls and exposed pipes that served as the backrooms. Right, left, straight, left, right…she followed him down a seemingly endless maze of hallways to a small room where cases of high quality Vodka sat on pallets.

“Oh, thank you!” she said, throwing herself on him for a hug. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other reached down and cupped her bare ass for a moment, kneading it quickly as if he just couldn’t help himself. She pushed her ass into his hands intensely for a moment, feeling her entire ass cheek disappear in his big paw. “Ooooohhhhh,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

Wiggling out of his embrace, she walked a couple of feet into the room to the first pallet and hopped up onto the cases, spreading her long legs wide so that her open, wet, inviting pussy was at the perfect height for her security guard to ravage with his tongue.

“What do you want?” he asked, trying to figure out where the catch was.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” She asked.

“Yes”

“Are istanbul eskort bayan you married?”

“Yes”

“How long?”

“30 years”

“Do you miss young pussy? The sweetness of it? The danger of cumming inside a cunt young enough to still be bred—the cunt of a woman in her prime?”

He groaned and she watched as his cock strained against his uniform pants. She knew it had to be causing him discomfort but he just stood there, the truth of everything she’d just said shaming him.

“You want nothing more than to taste me, push my limits of pain and then pump string after string of your thick cum into my wet, waiting, fertile pussy. Isn’t that right, you filthy animal?” she said, disdain battling with pure lust in her voice as her hands needed her tits and her pussy leaked her juices all over the cardboard she was sitting on.

He looked embarrassed and shocked that she could see through him so clearly but he couldn’t stop watching her and his cock only got harder.

Turning onto all fours, she made sure the hem of her dress was pulled up over her shapely ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, she ran her fingers along her soaked slit.

“Come here, Baby…come feast on the sweet, young pussy you’ve been denied.”

He crossed the small room in two long strides, burying his face in her ass with such eagerness and hunger that she was thrust forward. His hands grabbed onto her slim hips as he pushed her opening rosebud onto his tongue, making her pussy drip and ache to be filled.

Her whimpers alerted him to the aching emptiness and he obliged her by ramming two of his thick fingers up her hot, wet cunt, making her moan deeply in response.

“Does that taste good, baby?” She asked, breathlessly

“Mmmmphhfff” he replied, lapping at her leaking cunt.

“Let me taste you, she begged as she pulled away from him, “I fucking love the way heavy balls feel In my mouth.”

Scrambling down from the cases, she hit her knees and freed his huge, throbbing cock from his uniform pants. Reaching into the opening to cup his balls, she slowly wrapped her lips around his giant purple head, tasting pre-cum already.

He was so thick she had adjust the way she took him, inch by inch, into the back of her soft throat. He uttered a low, guttural groan in the back of his throat as he took long, measured thrusts into her waiting mouth, ceaselessly pounding his dick into her pretty lips while her innocent green eyes looked up at him.

“What a filthy whore you are, he said, slapping her tits “Does your daddy know you’re so dirty?”

“No, rezidans escort sir, and neither does my husband. They’d never love me if they knew how badly I wanted to be used. What a whore I really am,” she said. She’d removed his cock from her mouth long enough to tongue his balls while giving him a reply.

“I’m going to fuck every hole you have,” he grunted, grabbing her by her hair and hauling her to her feet. Pushing her against the wall of the dank back room and holding his arm against her to limit her movement, he drug his fingers through her pussy juices and, without any warning, jammed them both into her tight ass, causing her to squeal in shock and pain.

He laughed cruelly and pulled his fingers out, then rammed them back in again. It hurt no less the second time and she sobbed with the pain of it while she felt his cock get even bigger with each sign of her helplessness.

The game had shifted on her—she’d lost control and she wasn’t sure how…but she wasn’t sorry. This is what she’d wanted. The beast. The cruel, vile animal that existed only to sate its lust and spread its seed. As she felt her ass stretch around his fingers, she realized through the dim haze of pain that his cock was slamming her cunt, the violent motions causing the juice from her dripping pussy to spatter across the cement floor.

As the pain started to subside, the full feeling of having her ass and pussy filled began to drive her crazy with pure lust. Her body started shaking from an orgasm that swept over her in one overwhelming wave, causing her pussy muscles to clamp down on the guard’s dick like a silky, juicy vice.

The Guard couldn’t hold himself any longer. He roared like a bull as he thrust deeply, one last time, into her dripping twat. His balls contracted as he painted her womb with his thick cum. She spread her legs as wide as she could, reaching around to grab his ass cheeks and push his spurting cock head into her cervical opening while he shoved his fingers as deeply into her ass as he could.

Once his balls were drained, he pushed her off his cock. She collapsed on the floor in a sweaty, pussy juice soaked, cum covered ball of exhaustion. Her long dark hair was soaking wet and matted, her dress pushed up around her hips with her DD tits pulled up over the top of the neckline. Her lips were swollen, her ass still gaping.

He grabbed her by her hair and shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. She sucked it softly, cleaning it thoroughly as it grew softer and softer in her mouth. Then she tongued his balls clean, lapping up her cum like a hungry kitten off his scrotum.

“You’re a disgusting whore,” he said, buttoning his pants, “Get the fuck out of my store and don’t you dare come back or you’ll get more of the same…and I might tell your husband.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her pussy already getting wet again, at the implied threat.

She’d be back very, very soon.

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I had a job to help with expenses while I went to college. I managed to get a job at a new department store they had built only a few months earlier and I was excited to start. For one thing they paid more than minimum wage, which was something new to me, and I just couldn’t believe that I would hate this job more than I did my previous one and I was right. The job got mundane sometimes but all my co-workers were great, even my supervisor. Everybody, at least in the department I worked in, got along which made my job easier and of course most of the girls working with me were hot.

One in particular who I found really attractive was Rosario. She was about 5’5″, brunette, and a tight body. She was incredibly fun too and I became good friends with her along with everyone else. At least once a month most of us would go to someone’s house and just drink and have fun. If Rosario was fun sober, once she got some alcohol in her she was a fucking blast.

Most of us were actually not old enough to drink legally but the older co-workers bought all the booze for us. Its not like we were fourteen, all of us were at least 18 and those of us who were sober enough to know better would never let anyone who we thought was drunk drive home no matter how much they protested.

I was usually one of those people. I was never much of a drinker even back then. I mostly drank enough to get a buzz and that was it. I still lived at home while I went to college and I did not want to deal with the problems that coming home drunk would bring. The couple of times I just drank too much I managed to sleep over and just headed home in the morning, which was better than being drunk. Rosario just got wasted every time and it didn’t matter to her even though she lived at home too.

We had all gone to Chris’ apartment, not our first choice since we had to be quieter so the neighbors don’t call the cops, but these nights were always fun. This night was typical, a movie was playing no one was paying attention to, everyone had some booze in their hand and we were all remember stupid shit that we had heard of or even experienced. It wasn’t long before everyone was buzzed and the first drunks appeared. Rosario was among them.

“You know,” she began to say to the whole room, “I really love you guys. I would have probably quit long ago if it wasn’t for you.” Her balance was off and I caught her as she stumbled. “And you, thanks for being so big, you can reach the things on the top shelves so I don’t have to reach. You even brought me down when I got stuck” She had once climbed the shelves in the stock room to bring down some merchandise but was unable to climb down. I grabbed the ladder and positioned myself so she could climb onto my back and I could bring her down. “You are my hero.”

“How wasted are you?” I asked.

“Not at all, why?”

“Yeah sure, where are your keys? You’re not driving home.”

“Wait, no… I need to go home, I got shit to do tomorrow.”

I didn’t listen and headed towards her purse and grabbed her keys out of it.

“No, what are you doing, I need to head home soon.”

“You will, in the morning. She can crash here right Chris?”

“Yeah, and I doubt she’ll be the only one, Eric looks pretty tipsy himself.”

“Hey, I’m doing fine, I just need a few hours to sober up and I’ll be fine.” Answered Eric as he supported himself on the wall.

“We’ll see,” I said, “but Rosario is staying here for sure. No fucking way your getting on the road like that.”

“Who are you, my mother? Now give me the keys before I take them.”

“Just try,” I said as I lifted them up above my head where she could not reach.

She jumped up but she couldn’t even get close. She grabbed my arm holding the keys and hung on trying to bring it down, but I was strong enough to carry her. She eventually fell on the ground and lay there laughing. She was drunk off her ass.

“You can’t do anything to give you your keys when you’re like this.” I said.

Still laughing she responded. “What if I promise to have sex with you?”

“WHAT!!” was the collective reaction followed by laughter. This was not unlike Rosario, she often says things she knows will freak people out just to see their reactions, but still, nobody expected those words to come out of her mouth.

“Well, it’s tempting, but I’ll have to refuse right now.”

“What? Why?” She almost seemed mad at me that I had refused her.

She didn’t really give me a chance to answer because she immediately rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I was actually amazed she made it to the bathroom before she threw up especially considering we were taking shots of tequila and she had taken much more than me and I was more than twice her size. Immediately a couple of the girls went in and helped her with her hair. Eventually I went in as well to check on her. She was sitting on the edge of the tub with Jen and Crystal on each side helping her out. She looked up and saw me.

“Ok, that sobered me up I can drive now.” She put out her hands.

“Is the offer of sex still on the table?”

“Of escort bayan şişli course.”

“Sorry, but no.”

“Damn it, why? Do you find me ugly or something?”

“Oh no far from it.”

“Then come on and fuck me already so I can get my keys.”

Jen and Crystal looked away from what Rosario was saying. “Can you give me a minute alone with her?” I asked them.

“Is that all you need,” asked Jen.

“Oh, come on, give me more credit than that. Leave the door open but let me talk to her alone ok.”

“Fine, but don’t take advantage of her like this.”

“Thought never crossed my mind.” Jen and Crystal left the bathroom but I could tell they stood close by outside. “Are you really ok?”

“Of course.” She was not convincing at all.

I sat down next to her and looked closely at her. The signs of someone that was drunk were there. “You don’t look ok.”

“Just give me my keys I need to go.”

“No, not even if I get to have sex with you I won’t give them up to you.”

“Fuck, why not?”

“I’d rather know for a fact that you are going to be safe tonight than risk that and fuck you.”

“Come on, There will be almost no one on the road, I’ll be fine.”

“I’d rather be safe, I really rather not risk it.”

She didn’t respond and instead threw up again in the toilet. I pulled her hair back and rubbed her back. I picked her up and turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face. She eventually started doing it herself. I grabbed a towel and dried her off and we sat back down on the edges of the tub. She put her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

“You shouldn’t have had so many shots.”

“Probably but where would be the fun in that?”

“Do you really need to go home?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll take you home in my car that’s the only way I’ll let you go home.”

“But how am I going to get my car back?”

“If it means getting you home safe, call me tomorrow whenever your ready and I’ll drive you back here for your car.”

“That’s too far.”

“Well, then you’ll stay here.”

“Fine, I’ll do it then.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Fuck you, don’t baby me.”

She was actually falling asleep on me.

“Give me a while to make sure I am sober enough to drive myself, and I’ll take you home.”

“Ok, thanks.”

It didn’t take long before I felt good enough to drive but Eric put me through a makeshift sobriety test and I passed, but then again he was drunk off his ass too so I might not have, but I was still the best choice to drive her home. I helped her to my truck but she was stumbling so I just picked her up in my arms and carried her the rest of the way. She surprisingly didn’t complain.

Her house was about 15 minutes away and she seemed to doze off for about ten of those minutes before she woke up and started to talk.

“Are we almost there?”

“Yeah, please don’t throw up in my truck.”

“Don’t worry, I just feel tired otherwise I’m good.”

“Good to hear, you know you worry me sometimes when you drink so much.”

“Don’t, I can handle it.”

“I think the toilet would disagree.”

“Hey, why didn’t you accept the sex offer?”

“I told you, I’d rather see you safe.”

“Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, I would have fucked you, you missed an opportunity.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you like this.”

“All I need is a breath mint.”

“No, its that your drunk and don’t know what your saying.”

“Yes I do.”

“Well, you say that, but not sure I believe you. I never want to be a regret for someone so I’d rather wait for you to make the offer while your sober. Besides, you can’t handle what I got to give you in this condition, you need to be 100%.”

She laughed, “Promise?”

“Promise what?”

“That if I’m horny when I am sober and offer you a booty call, you’ll accept.”

I laughed at the question but managed to say an “I promise,” between laughs. I pulled up to her house and went around to let her out. I helped her to her door and gave her keys to open the door. She was still stumbling so I went in to help her in. I led her by the arm making sure she did not fall and into her room. I was really hoping I didn’t wake up her mom. It was very dark in her room but I managed to get her to her bed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah, thanks sweetie, I am really lucky to have you around.”

“Anytime.”

She hugged me and then began to undress right in front of me. It was much too dark for me to see anything though and she climbed into her bed and threw the covers over her self. I made she was tucked in and kissed her on the forehead. I left quietly making sure I didn’t wake her mom and headed home.

Morning came and I slowly got up a little groggy from what I had the previous night but nothing to bad. I looked at my cell phone, which was blinking notifying me I had a text message. I opened the message and it was from Rosario.

“Thanx 4 last nite, call me when you eskort şişli get this so we can go get my car and I’ll treat you to breakfast.” I got in the shower first and got ready before I called her.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” she answered.

“Pretty good, it was the waking up that wasn’t as good.”

“You can imagine what it was like for me.”

“Yeah, how are you by the way.”

“Good, been up for a couple of hours and I took lots of aspirin.”

“Glad to hear it. Did you brush your teeth too?”

“Of course, but I can still taste the tequila.”

“So do I.”

“So, you coming over?”

“Yeah, be there soon. Oh, and didn’t you say you had something to do this morning which is why you had to go home?”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t remember that part.” I laughed knowing that it was a little surprising that she remembered I was the one that took her home. “Anyways, I’ll see you here and thanks again for last night.”

“Don’t mention it. Be there soon.”

I hung up and headed out to my truck. I arrived and rang her doorbell. She answered the door dressed in a tight shirt and jeans.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you ready to go pick up your car?”

“Yeah, and thanks again.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. I bent down so she could give me the hug. “What would I have done without you?”

“Probably something stupid.”

She laughed and let go and I led her to my truck. I opened the door for her and we headed back over to Chris’s. When we found her car where she had parked it the night before but the car of Eric and Crystal were still there obviously they had done more drinking after I had taken Rosario home. We went to the door and rang the bell and Chris answered with bloodshot eyes.

“Hey guys,” he said obviously still not fully awake, “You here for the car right?”

“Yeah, we could have just taken it without telling you and have you assume it was stolen or something.” I said.

“Good thing you didn’t, it was hard enough to wake up,” answered Chris.

Rosario reached in her bag and pulled out some eye drops. “Here you go, these worked for me.”

“Thanks.” He led us in and he used the eye drops then handed them back to Rosario. They looked to the couch and saw Eric passed out on the couch with a bucket next to him and it wasn’t empty.

“Where’s Crystal?” I asked.

“Out like a light on my bed. I slept on the floor out here and let her have it. You know she can’t handle her alcohol. You guys want something to eat?”

“No thanks, we’re gonna go grab some breakfast right now.” Answered Rosario.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, but thanks, besides, we should let them sleep.”

“Screw them, that should teach them too drink so much.”

“Its ok man, don’t want to eat up your food. We’ll see you at work.” I said.

We left and Rosario got in her car. She asked me to follow her because she knew a great place for breakfast close by her house. We arrived at a diner and ordered our food and waited at a booth in the corner.

“So, did you drink enough to get a hangover?” she asked.

“No.”

“Damn you. I swear I am going to get you drunk one of these days. I really want to see what you’d be like.”

“What are you going to do, tie me up and force whiskey down my throat with a tube?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

She laughed along with me. “Good luck with that plan. I’ve already seen what you’re like drunk and I wouldn’t actually miss it much.”

“Why?”

“You really worried me last night, as well as many other nights where you just got carried away and drank too much.”

“Oh come on it wasn’t that bad. You worry too much.”

“Look, I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you alright, whether its cause you were dumb enough to drive while your wasted or whether your liver gives out.”

“Are you always so protective of your friends?”

“Yeah kind of. If it was a guy though I would just kick his ass to get it through their thick heads but then again being a guy I guess I am just more protective of my female friends.”

“Aww, how sweet. I’ll promise to try to cut down a little, but only a little.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I will, I am getting tired of the hangovers anyways.”

“Plus the hazy memories. Believe me its more fun when you remember clearly all the stupid things people say and do while drunk.”

“Are some of those things stuff I did?”

“Yeah, actually, but you’re more than fun enough while sober.”

Our food came and we began to eat as we continued our conversation. “You know, I am not as forgetful as you think. I remember the promise you made me.”

I choked on my hash browns just a bit. “You were serious? I thought it was just drunken talk.”

“It was, but I meant it.” I was getting nervous. I never felt so nervous around her before. She noticed it too but decided to rub her foot on my leg anyways. “You’re getting nervous aren’t you?”

“Well yeah.”

“What was all that talk about needing me to be 100% to handle what you got.”

“I escort sisli meant that, its just I didn’t think you were serious.” She looked deep into my eyes and I stared back. I had always thought that she was hot, but the look that she was giving me was very erotic. “You really want to have sex with me?”

“Yeah.”

“I might regret asking this later, but why?”

“Because, You’re tall, handsome, and just the fact that you have always been a complete gentleman to me and really care about me turns me on.”

“There must have been someone else that has treated you like me.”

“Yeah, but you were always my friend first and never really made an attempt to get in my pants, I knew all the compliments you gave me were sincere.”

“Well, I…”

“Don’t worry, I still want you as a friend, but I want to be friends with benefits.” I was trying to comprehend what she had told me. “Are you okay?”

“Just trying to accept what happened. It’s a little hard to get my mind around the fact of how lucky I could be.”

“Great, so you know, my mom isn’t home right now.”

I got her drift and we left with still a lot of food on our plates. We both raced to her house and were lucky that we didn’t come across any cops on the road. She ran into her house with me close behind. She closed the door and jumped in my arms. I picked her off the floor as she attacked my lips and slipped her tongue in my mouth. I slowly walked over to her room with our mouths locked together. I fell on her bed with her on top. She immediately took off my shirt and ran her nails across my chest driving me crazy. She stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra cupped her breasts so nicely that I my hands wanted to experience the same.

I reached up and cupped her breasts. She then grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her tits hard. “Don’t hold back, I like it when a guy is rough,” she said. I just smiled and used he tits to bring her closer and kissed her on the lips. My hands reached around and unclasped her bra. She reached between us and tossed the bra aside. I kissed down her neck and then onto her breasts. I kissed and licked her nipples and then started nibbling on them. Her squeals told me she liked it. I switched to her other breast and did the same. I was driving her wild and she finally pushed me away when I still had her nipple between my teeth. This cause me to pull hard on her nipple and she gave an “ouch”. Her smile told me it wasn’t a bad “ouch”. She quickly went for my built and pulled off my pants with my boxers. She looked onto my hard cock pointed proudly upward.

“Ooh, nice.”

“Obviously I have no complaints of what I’ve seen of you either.”

She grabbed hold and stroked my cock up and down. She stared at it so hard that I didn’t know if the pleasure was coming from her hand or her eyes. She then dipped her head and pulled me into her mouth. Her tongue worked wonders on my cock as I desperately resisted the urge to climax. I had promised her an experience that would require all her energy and I was determined to deliver. She then began to lightly play with my balls and I knew I had to make her stop. I pulled her head up and tossed her on the bed. I tried to take off her jeans but they were tight on her and I wondered how she moved in them. She laughed and helped me out and I finally got them off. She was wearing no panties, which explained how well she looked in those jeans.

She spread her legs giving me a full view of her wet pink pussy. My mouth watered despite the cottonmouth the alcohol had given me, but the pussy juice I would soon have my tongue on would have cured that anyways. I knelt down beside the bed and she put her legs over my shoulders. I moved my hands up and down those silky legs and she tried drawing me in with them. She didn’t want me to tease her, but I decided to anyways. I kissed the inside of her thighs tenderly and when it looked like I was finally going to where she wanted me I went higher and kissed her navel.

“Damn it, don’t do this to me!”

I finally gave her what she wanted as my tongue went out and licked her clit. I guess I caught her off guard because she suddenly jumped and tensed up. I continued my assault as I licked and eventually sucked on her clit. She ran her hand through my hair and wrapped her legs tightly around my head so I could concentrate on her burning pussy. I managed to get my hand up and inserted a finger into her scorching box. That was all she needed as she climaxed and squeezed my head tighter. She I could barely hear because of her legs around my head but apparently she’s a screamer.

When she finally released my head she just laid there totally relaxed and a smile on her face. I was proud of my work, but I was far from done. I kissed up her belly and between her breasts and onto her lips. She kissed back and gave me that erotic look again. She reached down and took my cock in her hand and pointed it to its target. I went in slowly as I parted her pussy lips and plunged deeper into her. When I went in as deep as I could I just stopped and let my cock roast in the fire of her most inner regions. She did not le me stew inside her long. She grabbed hold of my ass and tried to force me further in which was impossible. I started my stroke at a steady pace, but it was obvious that was not what she wanted.

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Having had a fair dry spell in the sexual satisfaction department, I decided to post online.

But I didn’t want the usual dick pic in the bathroom shots that the majority post. Those are a dime a dozen.

I summoned all my photographic knowledge and managed a few very nice, artistic, black and white shots, with morning sun coming in through the blinds. Full morning erection glory.

Got the usual replies from gay/bi males. Apparently the assumption is that I somehow am going to change my desires, because I must be desperate anyway for posting online.

At some point I got a compliment from a real woman. So I replied.

Nothing sexual in my response. Just some comments about the overall state of lousy photographic techniques online. And my desire to work with the correct lighting techniques, to attain a much nicer result.

And so the conversational ball got rolling. Turns out she was living about 2 hours away at the time. But she would be traveling to the area for an upcoming family event.

We set a plan to meet up. She sent me one photo of her. Blonde shoulder length hair, very pretty, heavier set, maybe 180lbs but still in my “yes” zone. I think she was about 38 at the time. I was about 45.

I’ve always been fairly slender. Never weighing more than about 150 pounds at most. So it was not unusual for women to generally be heavier than me. I think many of them have trouble with that, and always seem to seek out taller and heavier men.

Thankfully Diane was not one of them.

She was intelligent, and educated and seemed sincere about meeting. I kept in touch via email for about two weeks prior to her trip.

The weekend came and she was about to head my way. Pretty much a straight two hour ride west down the highway. We exchanged cell numbers in case she was delayed because of a flat tire or traffic issues.

I had booked a room at a decent hotel in my area. She was due to arrive around 1pm.

I always remember to check the hotel cancellation policy, to make sure I’m not on the hook, if I have to cancel the day I am supposed to arrive.

After some texts that morning, all seemed good to go for the meet up. I checked in to the room about noon. Nice room. Modern. Two beds. Top floor.

We initially decided to meet up at a restaurant for a bit to eat.

I got online and made sure the internet was working. I pulled up the map program and checked the nearby eateries.

I texted Diane, “Do you have a preference on food?”

She replied, “No. I’m not too fussy.”

I said, “Ok, well there is plenty to choose from right nearby. So we can decide when you get here.”

“That’s fine.” She said. “I’m about 40 minutes away.”

I had already showered, shaved etc, before I left the house. I turned on the a/c to get some fresh air circulating in the hotel room.

I wandered downstairs for a bit, checking out the hotel. I had not been to this particular brand before. Nice breakfast, social area. There was not much activity, since it was early afternoon.

So I went back to the room. Stretching out on the bed, I decided to look at some amateur porn. I must be an audible person. Watching it with no sound doesn’t do much for me. But when I hear a woman enjoying herself, boner city.

I checked the time. Diane should arrive in about 20 minutes.

I decided to sext her. “Do you shave or have a bush?

She replied, “Nicely trimmed, blonde bush.”

“Blonde?” I said

“Yep.” She replied.

“Sweet. I can’t wait to feel my tongue gliding over those pussy lips. My cock is getting

hard at the thought. I love to lick pussy.”

“Nice. Send me a pic.” She said.

I took a pic of my erect cock in front of a hotel brochure and sent it.

“Rooms fully equipped for the traveler.” I said.

“Fuck, your full on hard!” She said.

“Indeed.” I said. “Looking forward to watching you suck it.”

“I want that in my mouth soon.” She answered. “I’m going to be there in 10 minutes.”

“Ok. I’m going to sit here and stroke it for a bit. Then I will come meet you in the lobby.” I said.

I laid on the bed and stroked slowly, glancing at woman getting it deep on a couch on my laptop.

Diane texts me, “I parked. I’m coming up to the room. What is the number?”

“504” I reply. “Top floor. Elevators are to the right as you walk in.”

“I want to taste those delicious looking tits of yours. Nipples in my mouth.”

I get the bed straightened up. Put my laptop on the other bed, with the porn still playing. I wash my hands and hear a knock on the door.

Looking through the peep, I see a blonde. I open the door and she is wearing a long overcoat.

“Hi there.” I say, smiling. “Come on in.”

She smiles and walks in. She glances around the room.

“Nice room. She says as she walks to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

I said, “I’m going to head down one floor and grab some ice. I’ll be back shortly.”

I grab the ice bucket and take my time walking down one floor. I find the ice machine and load up the bucket and walk türbanlı escort back upstairs.

Opening the door to the room, I see Diane fixing her hair in the mirror on the dresser. She is still wearing her overcoat.

I put the ice bucket down.

Walking over to her, I hold out my arms to hug her. She does the same. I kiss her lightly on the lips. My erection is still slightly visible pressing against my slacks.

“Hi. Nice to see you again.” I say. “So what do you have a taste for? There are a bunch of casual places near the hotel.”

With that, she undoes her overcoat belt, and lets it drop to the floor. Standing before me is a gorgeous woman in sheer lace black panties and bra.

She says, “How about your cock, in me?”

“Hell yes!” I say enthusiastically.

I walk to her and immediately put my hands on her D cups. So nice. I feel her nipples through the sheer material. I pull her to me and kiss her. Our tongues waste no time introducing each other.

She gets on the bed and lays down.

I pop by button on my slacks and unzip. They drop to the floor. My erection now is pressing a very nice outline on my tight black shorts.

I climb on top of her, kissing her passionately.

“This is all part of our new hotel welcome service here.” I say, as I kiss her chest with her bra covered breasts in my hands.

“Mmm, I’m liking it so far.” She says, reaching down to feel my hard on through my shorts.

She is large but solid. Not flabby fat. Nice.

“Did my sexting distract you from dinner plans?” I inquired.

“Yes, it did.” She replied.

I kissed her again and pulled her bra straps off her shoulders. Her tits now filling each of my small hands, I suck on her large nipples. Not super pointy, but big diameter.

My cock is now in her hand. She reached into my shorts to stroke it. My pre-cum getting her hand wet.

“Let me suck that thing.” She demanded.

I moved to kneel by her and she pushed me flat on the bed. Her mouth was deep down on my shaft quickly.

She pulled off, “Fuck that’s a nice cock.” She said, as she lowered her mouth on it again.

I reached under her to feel those sexy tits in my hands. So nice.

She moaned with my shaft in her mouth, tickling my balls with her nails.

To say that it felt good would be a massive understatement. Watching her blonde hair fall down on me. I reached, and moved her hair so I could watch her suck me. Her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft and pleasuring every bit of it.

I pulled her up to me. She sat on top of my cock. It was pressing against her panties. Undoing her bra, she grabbed her tits and pushed them together and leaned over, and fed each on to me. My hands reached back and grabbed her ass. And what an amazingly firm ass it was. Solid.

“That’s what years of ballet lessons do to a girls ass.” She said smiling.

“I’m not complaining.” I said, sucking her breast deep in my mouth. Her perfume filled my senses. My cock was dripping.

She was rubbing my cock against her panties. Oh it felt good.

I pulled her down to me and kissed her deep. Then I pushed her over and pulled her panties off. I laid down, facing that sexy blonde bush. My tongue was so ready to taste her pussy. I wanted to trace every little angle.

I moved forward and let my tongue lick the entire length of her lips. She squeezed her tits as my tongue explored her wet skin. I sucked her lips into my mouth, tasting her juice. So good.

My cock was throbbing with anticipation as the tip of my tongue found her clit. My lips zeroed in on it and sucked it while my tongue flicked it. Diane was in ecstasy. Moaning like crazy.

“Oh that feels so good.” She said multiple times, as I focused on her pleasure.

I inserted a few fingers into her, while I teased her clit. Her moaning grew louder as I added pressure against her clit. My tongue circling it.

She started to hold her breath and tense. I sucked her button and really worked it good with my tongue and after about ten seconds she she started cumming.

“Holy fuck!” She said as she tensed and thighs clamped on my head.

My tongue stayed on target and she rolled and shook into another orgasm. I let up on her, licking up her juice and kissing her thighs and bush. My very first true blonde. I have to say, I definitely like blonde pubic hair.

I got up, and slipped a condom on my rigid shaft.

I was on my knees to her right as I looked at her. Her hand was on my condom covered cock. I moved my left hand to her pussy.

She said, “I want you to shoot it all over my tits.”

My middle finger slid inside her, and my thumb remained out, rubbing her clit. The combo, as I called it. G spot massage and clit massage. Few women can hold out long when the left hand gets called into action. Diane was no exception.

My middle finger pressed upwards and my thumb worked her clit. Together the combo was like winning the orgasm lotto. She started to curl up, like wanting to do a sit up. And then back down, reaching to istanbul escort grab the sheets.

“Ohhhh…ohhh…holy mother fuck…fucking…f…f…fucking hell.” She gasped. Her hands grabbing whatever bed fabric was near.

She took a deep breath and held it, tensing, neck veins popping. My thumb pressing her clit in hard massage motion and my middle finger stroking her g-spot.

A short breath out, and she shook from head to toe, and let out the most intense body writhing motion, as she came intensely.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk.” She yelled.

I kept working her pussy, and moved over. Then I took my hand out and slid my cock in, pushed her legs back and pounded her deep. My balls tight against her ass. Every inch of my cock thrusting deep in her pulsing pussy.

She kept saying “Fuck me. Fuck Me!”

I used a two second thrust timing, driving deep in her blonde box each time. She was still having orgasms. Her pussy contracting around me.

My balls tightened up and my load was ready to release.

I pulled out and quickly slid the condom off, moved up to her tits and stroked my hot jizz all over her tits and face. She was drenched in my cum, as she massaged my juice over her tits and licked it off her hand.

She took my cock and sucked the last drops from it, pulling my balls with her hand.

I let out a deep sigh as I laid down next to her. We just rested for a while.

“That was fucking hot as hell.” She said.

“Yes, it was indeed. I guess blondes do like it hot.” I said.

I glanced over at the clock.

“So are you hungry for some food now?” I asked. We can just figure on having dessert back here later.

She said, “Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. Let me take a quick shower.”

And so I laid in bed, drained, as the sound of the shower filled the room. After she was done, I hopped in and got washed.

We both dressed and got ready to go eat.

“Not bad for a random internet date eh.” I said.

Diane smiled and said, “It’s off to a very good start.”

We walked down the hall of the hotel to the elevator. Waiting for it to come up, I stepped in front of her and kissed her.

Ding. The elevator has arrived.

We walked through the lobby and went to my car. Deciding on a small local restaurant down the road about 3 miles.

It wasn’t too busy. We sat down and ordered.

As we talked, I found out she was in the media field. She worked at a radio station for a long time and now was doing some news reporting in the field.

She had lived in the area a long time. As of yet, had not married. No kids. I got the feeling she was kind of in an exploration phase of her sexuality.

We continued talking about various things. It was a nice relaxing few hours.

She had some family event to go to the following day. Originally planning on arriving at her relatives later that day.

I said, “Well you are welcome to spend the night with me at the hotel here and leave in the morning if you want.”

“I may just take you up on that.” She replied.

We left the restaurant and drove her around the local area a bit. She wanted to stop at the one craft store for something. So we went in and I wandered around, while she searched for some items.

Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel.

I went into the bath and stripped down. Put on my nice striped robe. Nothing on underneath.

I had some wine and crackers I brought. I opened the bottle and poured us each a glass into fancy plastic hotel cups.

Diane used the bath, while I flipped through cable channels on the remote. There was a movie on in a bit. One I actually had not seen. Some vampire based movie.

She came out of the bath, and was wearing an off white silk robe. Very nice.

We chatted and sipped wine. Once in a while I would catch a glimpse of her breast inside the robe.

The movie came on and we snuggle next to each other with pillows. It actually was pretty good. I think it was the first time ever I watched a full movie at a hotel.

As the credits started to roll, her hand slid up my leg, inside my robe and found my cock. Her head was resting on my chest. She felt my balls, and my shaft started to thicken and enlarge.

I switched to the music channel, as she moved lower and took my semi rigid cock in her mouth. Her attention had it fully hard in no time.

She got off the bed and went over to the round table in the corner. She moved the chair out.

“Come sit over here.” She said.

I got up and sat in the chair with my robe still on but hanging open.

“Dessert is now being served.” She said, as she carefully sat on the table and laid back. Her feet on my chair.

I moved my chair closer and pulled her to the edge.

My tongue went to her pussy and slowly teased her. I alternated kissing her thighs and teasing her kitty.

She was getting very turned on.

Standing up, I took my cock and rubbed it across her lips. From the head to the base, stroking her lips and clit with my entire shaft.

She tesettürlü escort reached down and pushed my cock down to her sweet spot. I slid it in. Bare. Stroking her very slowly, I reached up to massage her tits.

After a bit I sat back down and continued my oral attention on her sweet box. My finger slid in and slowly rubbed her g-spot again. Her legs on my back, my tongue delighted in teasing her clit.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Eat that pussy good.” She breathed.

I concentrated on her clit, and knew she was going to cum. My cock was straight up. I could feel her contract around my finger as I sucked her love button.

“Oh that’s it…right…ohhhh” She gasped.

She came hard. I put both hands on her thighs and buried my face in her pussy, lapping at it like a thirsty dog.

I got up. Helped her off the table. She kissed me hard. Tasting her pussy and grabbing my cock.

She got on the bed, on her hands and knees. Her pussy waiting for my cock. I dropped my robe.

Positioning myself, I slid my bare cock in and grabbed her hips. Fucking her slowly.

I reached forward to her shoulders. Pulling her into me.

“Oh that’s so fucking good. Fuck my pussy.” She demanded.

Grabbing her hips again, I began fucking that oh so tight blonde box harder.

“Grab my hair.” She said. “Pull it!”

With my left hand in her hair pulling, my right hand smacked her ass.

“Oh fuck. Smack it good. Fuck me hard!”

My cock was slam fucking her good. Buried in tight pussy bliss.

“Pull my hair harder!” She said.

“Uhhhh…uhhh…oh yea…oh fuck…fuck me!”

“I’m going to cum!” I said.

“Shoot me full…give it to me!” She snarled.

As she rolled into another orgasm, my cock shot it’s load into her. Her pussy milked my shaft

for all it was worth. I held her hips, my cock twitching deep in her, draining my shaft.

She fell to the bed and me on top of her. Both of us breathing hard.

“So fucking good.” She moaned.

We laid there spent for a good twenty minutes. Almost falling asleep.

I got up and showered and brushed my teeth. Flossed. I put on my normal pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

When I came out, she was still in the same spot. I walked over to the edge of the bed and bent over and kissed her back three times. She was drifting almost to sleep.

I whispered to her, “The bath is all yours.”

She got up slowly and went to the bath. I got the bed straightened up and climbed in and turned out the light. I laid my head on the pillow and sighed and smiled.

A bit later, Diane was done washing up. She got in bed. I got back up to put the ‘Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside of the door.

I climbed back into bed and kissed her gently.

“What time do you want to get up?” I said.

She sighed and said, “I set my alarm for 7.”

I kissed her cheek.

“You know I’m going to fuck you again in the morning.” I stated.

“Mmmm, I certainly hope so.” She said.

I smiled. And with that we snuggled for a while. I gently played with her tits. Lightly tracing circles around them with my fingers.

“That feels really good.” She said.

Eventually we fell sound asleep to the sound of the room a/c unit. Having the top floor was nice. Nobody stomping around late at night above you.

I woke up about 6am. Slept good. And my cock was ready for action again. I got up to use the bath.

Brushing my teeth and rinsing with mouthwash. My cock went down enough so I could pee.

I climbed back into bed and drifted off a bit again. I felt the bed move and woke. Diane was climbing back in. We both kind of fell slightly asleep again.

A door slammed in the hall waking me again. She was asleep still.

I reached down and stroked my cock lightly. It took a few minutes for it to wake. I reached down and slipped my pj’s off.

Rolling over to Diane, she was on her back, she moved a bit. I moved my right hand down to her pussy. I let my finger gently glide over her folds. After a few minutes she woke a bit more. Her pussy was getting slippery. I circled her clit with my index finger. Then I used it to pull upwards in a slow pulsating movement.

Her breathing quickened. My cock was rock hard again in her right hand now. She quivered as I slowly brought her over the edge.

I moved quickly under the sheets on top, slid my shaft into her. I moved her legs in front of my arms and drove my cock deep. Steady deep stroking. I kissed her lightly and then tensed and let my cum fill her again, draining my balls. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me as my hot cream filled her pussy.

Still sleepy and tired, I said, “Good morning.”

Her eyes barely open, she said, “Yes, it is.”

Her alarm went off after a short while. And so she got up and washed. Dressed. I laid in bed relaxed and happy.

She came over to me and sat on the bed by me.

“I am going to get going now.” She said.

“Mmm…yes. Well enjoy your day,” I said. “I’m glad you wrote me and we got a chance to meet. Maybe we can do it again another day.”

“Yes, maybe.” she said. “I had a very nice time. Thank you.”

And she bent down and kissed my cheek, and off she went.

I laid there thinking for a while. Then hearing enough activity in the hall, dragged myself out of bed and into the shower again.

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Part III: New Paths for All, A Public Couple

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A short multi-part story of how a man meets a figure from his past and how it impacts every aspect of his life. Part III finishes the story.

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One PM couldn’t come quick enough. I decided to drive over to her place, not giving her a chance to reconsider after last night. I was nervous and yet strangely confident we had more than just a physical connection. I knocked and heard Amber yell to come in.

In a part of downstairs, I hadn’t really paid attention too, there was Amber. She was leaning on a kitchen stool type chair by a breakfast bar. She was bookish and hot at the same time. Amber was really the girl of a thousand looks.

She had on a long sleeve, but low-cut cotton top, had replaced her contacts with big stylish glasses. Through the thin white top, I could also tell Amber had scrubbed off that wild sleeve tattoo. But this innocent, student look didn’t extend to the rest of Amber’s outfit.

She had balanced her cute, everyday top with another pair of thigh high boots, this time grey suede. They were pulled up over the top of some skin-tight jeans, but I realized they weren’t denim, but gray leather. Wow this girl could look academic but so sexy with just a few choices.

I was just energized by Amber merely looking me in the eyes and smiling at me as I took in her hot outfit, with a big grin. Then she pulled me in for a very hot, open-mouthed welcome kiss. Her tongue was hot and aggressive, just totally taking over my mouth. She was just super sexy.

I could not believe this girl was not already taken, but then again, she had some pretty big walls around her after all her rough times I imagined. I was thinking I had to make sure I didn’t screw this up, this girl was too hot and fun to let go.

Lunch at a nearby student-friendly hangout was quick and good. I wasn’t really a fan of avocado on everything, but my salad with an ice cold Mexican beer was pretty nice, not as nice as looking at Amber only two feet away, but nice.

We spent the afternoon wandering around old-town Scottsdale, hitting the tacky and the high end, from a goofy wig shop to a place with great native jewelry. The earrings and pendent I insisted on getting her actually looked great against the white and grey of her outfit.

I dropped her at her condo in late afternoon. We were meeting for a light dinner before she had to work from eight to two AM. Friday night was of course a big earnings night, and she was tapped for the best shift, the one that lasted till closing. So, we agreed on an early dinner, and to get together after work

I knew I would have to live with her job, but it was different getting romantic with a woman who stripped naked and gave lap dances for a living. At least I knew, unlike with some strippers, that was all she did. But still it was a pretty new experience for me.

If I had not been utterly captivated by the new, grown-up Amber by now, what greeted me when I picked her up and opened the door to her condo would have sealed the deal. This girl was able to dazzle me with every outfit she chose.

She was casual and super sexy, again. From the loosely falling blonde hair, to the simple white silk top, that was open nearly to her naval, she was magnetic.

It didn’t hurt that below that was a tight black latex calf-length tight skirt and some very high stiletto heels. This girl could push all my buttons, and that was before we had even gotten to the bedroom.

My jaw had dropped when I saw her, I was clearly flummoxed. Amber had that little smile again and asked me,

“So not how you pictured your little babysitter? Is that right Jim?”

I had sort of recovered my composure,

“Amber baby, if you had shown up at our house like this, I would have had to leave my wife right then…of course that probably would have saved me a lot of grief and heartache too.”

I followed that with a grin and a rueful little laugh. She looked at me and shook her head and laughed a bit too,

“Jim if I had gotten up her courage to seduce you, maybe I wouldn’t have come so totally off the rails.”

I had no good answer, of course. I just wrapped her in my arms and held her close. After kissing her sweet lips, I whispered that the past was the past and let’s not waste the future.

Cocktails and our light dinner were what you could have expected. Men of all ages could not take their eyes off of Amber, and more than a few wives and girlfriends were trying to kill her with their stares.

She was oblivious, clearly, for no good reason I could fathom, Amber was totally focused on me and our time together. We got to talk about a lot, and I wasn’t surprised to hear of her desires to finish her BA and get her Masters in Psych. She had a plan of being a substance abuse counselor.

I of course barely noticed the time and the other people in the Spanish themed restaurant. We were so close we were almost on the same escort mecidiyeköy chair, but it just felt natural. I could not believe it, after two drinks and about six plates of Tapas treats, that it was seven and she needed to get home and get to work.

Although I had to defer my desires for more fun in the sack, Amber promised me that the night would end well. I left to let her get ready, and promised to be at the club by midnight. I watched some Netflix, caught up on all the work that had been piling up, and headed across town at about eleven thirty PM.

The parking lot of the deceptively small looking club was packed, it took me nearly five minutes to find a parking slot. I paid cover and moved towards the booming bass beat that somehow penetrated the thick wooden inner door.

At first, I didn’t see Amber, or in the club, Jezebel. I was wondering if she was getting ready or entertaining in the lap dance rooms. I felt some twinges, but also knew I was in no position to try to demand things of Amber. Then as a fresh set of dancers was called to stage, I saw my girl.

Amber had told me that there was a method to Friday nights. It was crowded and hot and sweaty, so the kinky hot latex outfit she had seduced me in was out. Also, the outfit had to show off your assets well, it was all about getting the rain of money to start, and selling those lap dance sets in back.

When I saw Amber, in the entry way to the lap dance room, I saw how she achieved those goals. All she had on was an outfit of strings. It also appeared to only cover her front. She had removed, if she had one, her thong, which was probably red to match the string dress. Her sexy round tits were proud and free attracting attention from everyone in the room.

The string outfit also included garter straps that reached to some great red fishnet stockings and then down to some towering classic red stripper heels. I decided I was going to call her Lady in Red tonight. I noticed that the outfit was held on with Velcro at the neck.

Amber was able to pull it off during the second song and leave it bunched up below her belly button. The third song had her removing that thong that she hadn’t been wearing when I first saw her, so she was making the crowd go wild every time. No wonder she made so much, even in a no-extras club.

She had on longer, whiter blonde hair. That was odd, the shade was off and it was quite a bit longer than I had seen the last few days. But later she told me it was a cheap wig to give her that beach bimbo look. Her lips were huge and bright red, every guy must have been imagining them around his dick, something I’m sure was intentional.

Amber was busy from the moment I walked in till closing at two AM. She was either doing her three songs with her group of dancers or filling all the other time by finding all the guys who had gone the craziest for her.

I did notice there was quite a line of guys waiting for her after every set. Every one of them was seemingly immediately receptive to a trip to the lap dance room. I enjoyed tipping Amber and some other hot dancers, but she told me she wouldn’t take me in the back room.

She saw my shocked look and explained. If we got too out of control and started sucking and fucking, she would get fired. There were bouncers patrolling and cameras. There was a fair bit of freedom back there, but any sex act was grounds for no more employment.

But as she rotated on my lap at the stage and sat on my thigh, again like the other night, she bit and sucked on my ear and told me not to worry, I was going to do things tonight with her I had probably never done! I was intrigued, but more than that, I now had a massive set of blue balls.

Near closing it was finally thinning out, and Amber paid me a lot more attention. At closing she disappeared in back and I went out to the car, to follow her back to her condo. She had told me that the manager was very clear, no dating customers…and that included leaving the club with one, for sure!

She came out in a hoodie with skinny jeans and trainers on, with a gym bag slung over her shoulder. One of the bouncers was out in the parking lot, making sure all the girls had no unwanted attention as they got out of there. That was a good sign to me.

I had already pulled out to the street, and after her little Honda went down the block, pulled my crap Chevy rental car out to follow her back to Tempe. It was a boring drive, who was on the road after two AM in Phoenix, but I managed to stay awake thinking of how crazy my life had become.

A Final Act and Way Ahead

We got settled into her condo, and relaxed with a couple of glasses of wine. Amber told me she always needed about an hour to de-compress after dancing and we just sipped the wine, watched some streaming TV and cuddled.

It had been a good night; she had cleared about 1400 after she paid the house its share. Even with her very strong stripper scent and still istanbul eskort heavy makeup, she was totally bewitching. After about forty-five minutes she pulled me over for some serious kissing, then pushed herself up.

“I’ve got to shower up and get all normal again, then we can have the fun we both need. Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll yell for you to come up.”

I laughed and reminded her she always seemed to need thirty minutes when she went upstairs. Amber laughed back and countered,

“So, you have to ask yourself, is it worth the wait? I mean if you don’t think so we can say goodnight now you know.”

I shook my head and grinned, “Amber honey, I’d wait all night for you, I would probably wait for days for you.”

She broke out into a broad grin, climbed onto my lap and gave me a kiss that would have made me cum if we hadn’t been fucking like rabbits for the last two days. She jumped up again and told me,

“Baby you will NOT be disappointed, in fact you may have never done anything like this before, ever.”

I was mystified, but relaxed on the couch, half watching the TV, checking my phone and sipping more white wine. As I expected, it was closer to forty minutes not thirty when the shower stopped and after a bunch of heel sounds on the floor and banging around, I heard Amber call for me to come to her.

I got moving, climbing the stairs in my socks, suddenly not sleepy anymore. When I entered Amber’s room, even though I had been expecting something, I was taken aback, kind of shocked, but in a good way. Again, not what I had expected, no fancy outfit, not stripper lingerie!

Instead, Amber had gone for a simple but riveting approach. She was showing off all of her darkly tanned body, including her cute but super-hot chest and her amazing flat stomach. Her bald pussy was below, spreading open between her legs, that were themselves spread apart on the bed.

Amber was kneeling and leaning back to grab the high spike heels she had chosen as her only clothing. Her face was made up almost as heavily as at the club, and she had a fake pearly choker on. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. This was a vision of beauty that even for her was out of the park hot.

I nearly dropped my wine, as I took in the view. I looked at her, posing as if for my approval and told her that she was a vision that would haunt me for years, I stripped off my clothes and crawled forward to plant a big kiss right on her bare slit, before rising up to suck each nipple, one at a time. Amber moaned an pulled her arms free to pull my face hard against her chest.

The rest of early Saturday morning was a sweaty, athletic romp. I enjoyed her body, maybe for the last time I knew, almost devouring her, whether her lips or her breasts or seeking out her clit to suck on it like I my life depended on it.

But Amber wasn’t really ready to just receive. She pulled me around and soon we were in a sixty-nine position again. She sprawled on top, a light weight on top of me, with her lips and tongue focused on torturing my hard cock.

I tried to return the favor, pulling a pillow under my head to allow me easy access to her soaking slit and the sensitive stretch between her two holes. After she came the second time, and she finally allowed me to cum, we curled up together, sweat drying on our skin. I thought we were done, so was a little surprised when Amber looked up at me and in a sweet voice asked me,

“So, Jim, before we fall asleep, can I convince you to pound my ass and leave a big load of cum deep up my little rear end?

She grinned, knowing we had never even discussed anal sex once over the last four days. Amber continued with a devilish grin, licking my neck and lightly nipping at me,

“Don’t judge me, but at this point my favorite way to end an evening is with a big cock stretching my ass. It is such a great feeling to have an anal orgasm to end the night.”

I was shocked, Amber had done more than get a dark fake tan and a dye job. But she was so hot and sexy I would probably have done anything at that point. I confessed to her that I had never done anyone that way, and that I wasn’t sure I knew what to do exactly. Amber grinned, rubbed my shaft, and told me,

“great, I will be the teacher and you the student, old man. In just a short while you will be an ass-fucking veteran.”

Amber got some K-Y from her bedside table, why was I not surprised, and began to work it all over my now rock-hard cock. She then pushed a big dab onto my fingers and bent over grabbing the head frame of the bed, looked at me and told me,

“honey, get me ready, fuck my ass with two fingers.”

I was a little tentative, but was soon pushing two fingers of my right hand all the way in, swirling them around to spread the lube. This was quickly replaced by my hard, lubricated cock.

I was amazed, she was great at this. My dick popped in with almost no effort. As I moved back and forth, Amber looked taksim escort back and me and gave me guidance,

“Jim the point of this is to really fuck my ass. Come on, I know you can do this harder…you can’t hurt me, the harder you fuck me the better I’ll come.”

I was a good student and was soon pounding away, making the whole bed shake. Soon I knew I was going to explode, but Amber beat me to it, with my pounding and her one hand rubbing her clit frantically, she had a combined orgasm, she later told me.

Her pussy was gushing juice and her anal muscles clamped down as she made a series of guttural screaming sounds, with her eyes squeezed shut. I was amazed I had lasted this long, and knew I was going to follow her really soon!

And Amber’s orgasm was it for me, I felt myself pulsing inside her ass as I pushed all the way in till her cheeks were against my balls. I emptied what felt like a pint of cum up her ass, and we both collapsed on the bed.

We both didn’t move for an hour at least, dozing as my dick softened and popped out of Amber’s ass. A steady stream of cum poured out to stain the bed, but we were too out of it to even notice. Around dawn we roused ourselves, smiling and kissing each other as we woke up. I had about six hours to my flight.

The next hour or so I got breakfast and coffee with Amber and then went to checkout from my hotel; promising to stop by on the way to Sky Harbor. I was drained in more ways than one. I returned to a room I had barely seen in the last three days, packed all my gear and checked out, still with about four hours till my flight.

That allowed me to swing by Amber’s condo with at least some time to talk and figure things out before my flight. I’m not sure if she trusted me to come back, but my issue was I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave at all, not that I didn’t want to see her again. I was only praying she felt the same way.

Amber clearly had decided to leave me with some crazy memories. When I came in the door to her condo, she had yelled for me to come in from inside the place. I then saw yet another new outfit, one that could not be worn out in public I knew.

It started with that same cheesy rhinestone choker, but this time the rest was black latex, including and open front bra, and wildly enough a skirt that only had straps across the back of her thighs and the entire ass section cut away. Another set of stiletto heels completed the look.

I dropped my coat and simply said “wow” over and over.

We embraced in a fever, but I knew we didn’t have enough time to repeat out typical bedroom adventures. I needn’t have worried, like always Amber had a plan. She looked at me and winked,

“Jim, I need something to remember you by, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

At first, I thought she wanted a selfie of the two of us to remember the weekend. She did but that was not all. Amber took her pictures and of course I did too. But I wasn’t sure what to do next, I had things to say. I didn’t know how, but couldn’t let this be the end of us.

She didn’t give me much of a chance to talk though, instead she stood up, and pushed me down along the length of the couch. Then she pulled my jeans down, and shaking her hair to make it a little wild, engulfed my dick with her amazing mouth, yet again.

It took longer than before, after all Amber had drained me dry less than four hours ago. But her talents were impressive and the ability to deep throat me, while her tongue played tricks on the bottom of my shaft soon had me panting and groaning that I was about to cum. Amber pulled away, and looked up at me,

“don’t you dare waste it, you better cum in my mouth.”

I was happy to oblige shooting my load about ten seconds later. She took it all into her mouth, but then pulled away, opening her mouth. She showed me my cum all over her tongue, ran her tongue over her lips to get the last few drops and made a big, noisy show of swallowing my entire load.

We then cuddled for about thirty minutes while I thought of how to talk about us with her. Finally, I gathered my courage. Was she just enjoying fucking her old employer, or was there something there? I was going to get an answer very rapidly to that question. I looked over at Amber and laid it all out,

“Amber honey, I don’t know if this is just me, but…I have never had four days like this last four. I enjoyed the sex of course; you are amazing. However, the thing is, I have never felt more natural and in sync with someone as with you. Whatever I felt with my ex or other girls never came close to how it feels to look in your eyes and hold your hand. How do we keep this all going?”

I figured she would either laugh in my face and tell me it was a good weekend for fucking but I was getting too sappy, or maybe respond more positively. As I suspected, I knew in about three seconds.

Amber leaned up against me and kissed me like we would never see each other again. I guess she could think and kiss at the same time because she held both sides of my head and stared into my eyes,

“Jim, I am so glad it wasn’t just me. I don’t want to live without you in my life at all. I know there are all sorts of reasons to say no, this can’t work. But I am determined to make it work.”

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As this second installment of my “Truth” Series, I should explain that these stories are parts of my past life before I met my husband. I used to be quite wild. Sex came easy and was always available due to my bodily assets.

Prior Stories:

“My Experience with an 11-Inch Cock”

*

About Me:

I am 23, Korean (happily married now!) and have a body much like Kerry Marie’s. My boobs have always been the center of attention when it came to boys. My tits began to develop when I was only 9 years old. By the time I was 12, I wore a 34C bra. I actually hated it cause all the boys in school made fun of me, and all the adult men would stare. It made me very uncomfortable for much of my teen years. When I was 15, my mom and I got my first D cup bra, and by 16, I was in the double D’s. I was far bigger than any of the other girls in my classes. I was popular for all the wrong reasons too. My tits brought a lot of guys to talk to me, and a lot of girls to hate me. Since I was that age, I have always been attracted to older men. Ones that could maintain their composure while talking to me. I fell in love with the ones who respected me. My adult love life began around that time as well. I lost my virginity to a man who was 25 years my senior. He was caring and loving, and my tits were not the most important thing to him.

Over the years, I must admit that I used them to my advantage to get me things that I have wanted. On one instance, a man paid for a manicure and hair style in exchange for me baring them for his pleasure. He caressed them, sucked my nipples and wanted whatsapp escort me to stroke him of until he came on them. Hell, for the hair-do and nails, I said sure. I pulled his cock out of his pants. He was about 5 inches long and curved upward slightly. He made my cleavage slippery by spitting on it. He began to thrust between my tits as he mauled them. Just as he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock free and had me stroke him to finish. He shot about 6 or 7 times all over my tits. I sucked his cock clean and cleaned off.

On another occasion, one guy loved cumming in my bra cups then having me wear that bra as he took me. He got off on the thought that I would wear his cum. One night, I jacked him off twice. Once in each cup. I put the bra on for him, rubbing his cum into my boobs through the bra. We went out to eat with me still wearing that bra. When we got home, he made me take off the bra, and let him fuck me. Then to finish, I would eat his cum out of my bra cups as he shot his load all over my face and bra.

I dated a Man who only could get off by writing things across my boobs then cumming on them. Many times, the night would start by me baring my tits for him. He would take my lipstick or eyeliner, and write something like “SLUT”, “WHORE” or some other word or phrase that gets him off. Then he would take me, usually pretty roughly (with my consent). He liked to jizz all over the word.

There was another guy who ate his dinner off of my tits! I laid down on the table on my back. He ate mash potatoes and gravy, meatloaf, and istanbul escort bayan salad. I must admit that it was quite an erotic experience!

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had men cum on them. My tits are a favorite cum dumping ground for just about every man I’ve been with. I’ve eaten cum off of them. I’ve been center on 3 different circle jerks. The first one was 5 guys, the next was 9 and the last was 3. I can’t say I really like circle jerks. They are pretty boring for us girls. After all the guys cum, no one really is interested in satisfying me.

One of the best experiences that I had though was by a woman. I am not bisexual or even curious. She came up to me in a bar and asked if my boobs were real. When I said yes, she said she had never seen an Asian woman with such big boobs. She asked sheepishly if she might see them. It probably was due to the drinking we both had been doing, but I lifted my top. The guys in the place erupted with a resounding “TAKE IT OFF!” and they continued to chant it. She removed the top the rest of the way and them reached around my back, pulling me close to her as she unclasped my bra.

“Feels good, being the center of attention, doesn’t it?” she asked. I nodded and they told her that since she was seeing mine, I wanted to see hers too. I removed her top and bra in the same fashion. It was quite weird feeling another woman’s tits against mine, but the guys loved it! Every man with a cellphone camera was taking pictures of us. Much to my surprise, she began fondling and caressing my tits! I looked at hers as she özbek escort pulled away, and began to suck my nipples. She was probably a C cup. She was a blonde bombshell. The kind you’d see in playboy. Now, I’ve had my nipples sucked hundreds of times by my lovers, but this was different. She was gentle, soft, and knew how I liked them sucked without me trying to tell her. She felt so good. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it! After a few minutes, she stood up and put her hand at the back of my head pulling me close. I began to suck her tits right there in front of everyone! The guys were going nuts! She slowly unzipped my jeans and put her hand down my pants. She began to suck my tits again. Her hand felt wonderful as she touched me just the way I wanted it. I felt climax coming on as she fingered my pussy until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Right there in front of everyone, I came!

There have been plenty of times when I have flashed people. Usually at car shows or when I’m at bars, but the best one was when I was with one man at a hotel in Toronto. Our suite had a balcony that I liked to tan on. I was out there one morning before my man woke up and I noticed that there were about a dozen men in the office across the street staring out the window at me. I decided to be daring and give them a show. I opened my robe from the waist up and displayed my tits to them, pretending I didn’t see them there. I caressed my tits for a couple seconds and then totally dropped the robe on the ground. I put one leg up on the rail and began to masturbate for them. By the time I came, I’m sure that every man in the whole building was watching out the window at me! I guess I have some exhibitionism in me too!

Well, guys, that’s really all the memorable experiences that I have had surrounding my tits. Wish I had more, but that really is it for this topic.

See ya in the next writing!

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Bicycling in the country is a very pleasant experience. The further you ride the more relaxed you become. The things that were bothering you before you started are long past forgotten as mile after mile unfolds in front of you. You become involved with your surroundings, something that can’t happen when you are encased in a motor vehicle. I have been lucky in the past to be part of a group of butterflies as they were going only to where butterflies gather and play.

Today was another beautiful day of riding this time in the East Texas piney woods. All around me were tall green pine trees as far as my eyes could see. It was almost like being in the middle of a green sea with the gentle curving hills simulating waves.

Cresting the top of a small hill I see another bicyclist up head on the side of the road. As I get closer I see the back wheel has been taking off the bike frame. Smiling I comprehend that the person is working on a flat tire. As beautiful as the surroundings are people still throw out trash including glass and other items that can puncture a tire and tube. Long distance bike riders are usually prepared for flat tires, I know I am. I decide to stop to see if I can offer assistance to this fellow cyclist.

As I approach I notice what appears to be a small man bent over his wheel trying to get the tire on the wheel. High-pressure bike tires can sometimes be a problem to remove and reinstall especially if you don’t have the right tools. The man was dressed in the usual bike clothes, Lycra shorts, bright color jersey and helmet. As I was still pedaling he could not hear my approach.

I stopped pedaling about 20 feet away and coasted up to the bike rider. As I drew nearer I could here the muttering and cursing as he tried to force the tire on with traditional bike levers.

Smiling I said, “Could you use an extra hand?”

The man turns towards my voice and it was no man at all! I saw the face of a pixie with her face screwed up in an impish snarl as she fought to get the tire back on the wheel. She said. “I was about to throw this wheel and bike into the woods and walk away. Sometimes it gets so damn frustrating trying to fix a flat. Anyway, yes I could use your assistance.”

As I lay my bike down, I reach under the bike seat and unzipped my tool pouch and withdrew tire levers that are made for high-pressure tires. As I walk towards this miniature woman I can’t help but check her out. She is truly remarkable, from her beautiful pixie face, small mounds of breasts with nipples sticking up proudly from her tight jersey, to the beautifully proportioned muscular legs.

Almost stammering I tell her, “Sometimes you need the right tool for the job.”

Reaching out with my free hand I take the wheel from her and in just a few seconds the tire is mounted on the wheel. Working together I find out her name is Justine and I tell her I’m Bill and in no time we have her tire inflated and back on her bike. With her bike fixed she looks at me and asks, “What do I owe you?”

“How about if we ride together for fındıkzade escort a while?” I ask.

She agrees and off we ride.

She is a good bike rider and I find myself working to keep up with her pace. The times that I fall in behind her to draft I get the opportunity to look at her cute little ass. It is so tiny that it almost makes her bike seat look big. I daydream about holding her sweet little ass in both my hands as I bring it closer to my face and bury my face in her sex.

I almost crash as Justine has come to an intersection and slowed down! I just miss her rear wheel with my front one by less then an inch as I jerk to the left and apply brakes.

Kinda hard to look cool as you go sliding pass on your ass, I think as I get my bike under control.

“Where do you want to go?” Justine asks.

If she had asked a few minutes earlier I could have told her. I wonder how she would have responded?

Off track I bring myself back and tell her, “I have never ridden in this area. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, if we take a left there is a good size creek about 8 miles away that we can cool down in,” she informs me. “I have been there a few times and it is secluded and waiting for adventurous souls to partake in its’ offerings.”

“Sounds good to me,” I quickly add. “I’m up to any adventure.”

Like a demon she smiles and off she goes. I think I’m going to die before I catch up with her! Then I start drafting again and can regain my breath as I sit back on her rear wheel in a position that is called wheel sucking. Yes your right, the only thing I was thinking about sucking happened to be between her amazing thighs. The miles fly by as Justine sets a truly fast pace.

As I look at my cycle computer I see a bridge up ahead at about the mileage Justine stated, and start dropping off her rear wheel. I don’t want to get caught in the same position I was in earlier.

I was correct as Justine stops and picks up her little road bike she darts onto a little dirt path. This lady is fit I think as I pick up my bike and run to catch up with her. I wonder if she is a professional cyclist and/or Cyclo-Cross rider. If I didn’t have long legs she would have dropped me in the bush.

We are down by a rather large creek as Justine is lost to me as she rounds a bend. As I run to catch up with her I find that she has put her bike on the ground, and is in the process of pulling off her helmet. She has flaming red hair, cut in you know a pixie style. She is breathtakingly beautiful!

At seeing such beauty I stumble over an exposed root and almost drop to the ground.

Justine laughs at my clumsiness and with a smile she unzips bike her bike jersey and pulls it over her head. Then in a flash she is out of her shoes and socks. As she starts to pull down her riding shorts she looks up at me and says, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” Once she has removed her shorts she flies into the creek with a splash that is amazing large due to her small size.

I struggle as I attempt eskort istanbul to put my bike down and undress at the same time. Then I fall down tangled in my bike and clothes.

Justine’s laughter is like music as it floats over the water towards me. I almost feel embarrassment but there is no hint of mockery in her laugh. I untangle myself from the mess I’m in and start to slowly undress.

“Hurry up!” Justine yells.

I just smile at her as I slowly pull up my jersey to expose my abdomen and chest.

As I pull the jersey over my head she does a wolf whistle and then yells, “Take it off baby. Take it all off!”

I smile at her as I bend down to release the straps on my bike shoes. Then one at a time I pull off my shoes and socks. Clad now in only my bike shorts I look at Justine, smile and hook my thumbs in my shorts to pull them down and then I turn my back to her.

Justine boos her disapproval to me, until I pull the shorts down. Then she starts with the woof whistles again. Looking over my shoulder at her I smile an innocent smile, and then with my hands covering Lucifer I turn and run towards her. I jump up at the edge to the creek and curl myself into a “cannon ball,” and launch myself at Justine.

As I swim upward towards the surface I can’t see Justine. As I break the surface I look around for her and she is nowhere in sight. As I turn I feel Justine’s hands as she grasps Lucifer and pulls me under. I see her smiling at me as we come eyeball to eyeball. Then I catch her in a bear hug and kick to the surface. She is still smiling at me as we bob on the surface, yet she has not lost her grasp on Lucifer! I start moving towards the creek bank.

I smile at Justine and say, “Well I didn’t get the chance to introduce you, but you are holding on to Lucifer.”

Justine laughs but still does not remove Lucifer from her grasp. “You guys are such dopes! Naming your dicks. Hell I guess I should name my tits Donny and Marie or some sort of similar shit,” she informs me.

As my feet touch ground I pull her upwards and kiss Donny and Marie, saying, “It is so wonderful to meet you Donny and Marie!”

Justine laughs that wonderful singsong laugh of hers and I feel like I’m starting to fall in love.

Justine releases Lucifer and puts both arms around my neck, and pulls herself up until her lips find mine and then we kiss. It is more than passion or lust, yet it is still almost a timid event almost like I really want you yet…

Justine fits so wonderfully in my arms. As I lower my hands to that beautiful ass I find that it is a perfect fit for my two hands. As I massage her buns her tongue is playing a fugue that Mozart would have been proud of on my tongue. 32 and 64 beat flicks of her tongue drive me crazy!

I move us both towards shallower waters where I can lay Justine down. As our lips and tongue continue their own music I allow my hands to play Justine’s body as a musician would stroke his instrument. God she plays so fine!

Removing my lips from hers I trace her kağıthane escort jawbone with my tongue as I slowly move towards her left ear. At the same time my left hand finds Donny and starts to play a different song. A small moan escapes Justine’s lips as I tweak Donny’s nipple.

I grow tired of licking and probing Justine’s ear and start my way downward towards her neck licking and sucking as I advance to her left shoulder. Once there I start to gently bite as my hand moves from Donny to Marie. Justine’s tempo increases but she remains in the same key.

As my lips travel downward towards the nipple of Marie I think I hear the mumblings and moans of Justine increase an octave. I suck in and gently bite her nipple and flick my tongue in 64-metered time and she goes wild. I allow my hand to move down her abdomen until it reaches the junction of her wonderful muscular thighs.

As Justine feels my hand at her junction she spreads her legs so I can gain access to her being. I find her clitoris and play it like Van Cliburn plays a piano. Justine now knows what Rhapsody truly means. She feels her body take a trip that where only few lucky souls have been and few have returned. She is overcome with emotions as her climax shakes the foundations of her being.

Removing her nipple from my mouth I let my tongue travel downwards to play a brief interlude with her belly button. Justine can only moan and writhe her torso to and for like a gypsy dancer caught in Ravel’s “Bolero,” the tempo ever increasing until she comes again. She is lost in a kind music she has never known but will crave for the rest of her life.

Moving downward I capture Justine’s clitoris between my lips and teeth. Like the woodwind in Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue,” I begin a slow and strong movement that captures the attention of Justine. Teasingly I bite and at the same time slowly allow my tongue to flick back and forth until she comes again!

I move upward over Justine’s body until Lucifer is knocking at heaven’s door, wanting in. Reaching downwards she guides Lucifer into her neither mouth, and then he slowly enters. Inch by inch Lucifer marches onward until can go no further. Then Lucifer slowly withdraws. Once again Justine is treated with a rendition of “Bolero,” that Revel never knew. Slowly the tempo increases and keys signature changes as Lucifer dances onward to the delight of Justine. Faster and faster the dance of love is performed. I know of nothing but the beat that drives my heart crazy, which is transformed to Lucifer who conducts an act of love I have never known before.

Faster and faster Justine and I dance the dance of lust. Going ever higher into heights unknown and then beyond! Then the world explodes for both of us.

After a few moments or hours or years Justine states, “Bravo!”

Then we clasp each other and luxuriate in the glow as much as two lovers listening to Barber’s “Adagio for Strings.” Knowing that life is short and that we must hang on to each other until that moment we are pulled apart never to know that special happiness again, but doomed to live forever in these memories.

Justine nuzzles up next to my neck and whispers, “We have no sag support.”

“I know my love,” I whisper back. “It is only 70 miles back to Dallas.”

We both moan, acapella and in tune.

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First of all a warning!! This is a graphic story of a sexual liaison between two consenting adults. If you are prudish or underage, then read no further. For those of you who enjoy a little erotic entertainment to pass the time, please read on.

My story is based in Paris, the city built around art, food, romance and sex, and it has never failed to disappoint me in any of those categories. This was one such visit. No excuses for it being a marathon tale, it did after all span a whole weekend, and more! So please take time out whether you are reading alone, maybe in bed with your partner, or even reading it out loud to him or her! If you’re not into a lot of dialogue, and that’s what successful relationships are all about, then this is not for you. Once again, out of consideration to the majority of my female friends, the “c” word is not used, although the ancient variant “cunny, derivative.. cunnilingus” being affectionate and more acceptable, does appear where appropriate.

Those of you who have read “24 HOURS” will recall my reference at the beginning to Lisa the air stewardess, the girl who dumped me in favour of an apparently larger appendage? Although Sue is my current partner, Lisa and I remain friends, and since reading “24 Hours” she has suggested that I tell you how we two actually met and our vibrant weekend together. Since it was such a particularly memorable time, and even Sue hasn’t heard all of it, here goes. To protect both the innocent and the less so, some names are changed but the times and locations are spot on; only the sex is expanded a little. Enjoy in your usual way, and do please take time to vote if you have the stamina to get to the end! Thank you.

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Friday

She was checking out.

I was checking in.

If you search hard enough within the steep southern slopes of La Butte you will discover the small Hotel Cecile tucked away in a leafy square. To Francophiles this is the hill that commands northern Paris and which houses at its top the touristy district of Montmartre; all of which are overpowered by the huge white domed Basilica Sacre Coeur. Conveniently at hand on the lower slopes is the notorious Pigalle district where man may venture astray, at considerable cost, if an accommodating vagina is not available by any other means. Such solution I have never, touch wood, found to be necessary.

The upper floors of this 27 room ivy covered hideaway are blessed with bijou balconies which overlook a myriad of zinc rooftops that make up the central part of the city; the evenly conserved roofline only broken by Mr. Eiffel’s 900 foot pile of scaffolding and the nearby grim office block edifice called Tour Montparnasse. For those of you not brave enough to mingle with the hordes of multinational tourists, the latter has some good points. You will find the view from its huge flat roof just as expansive as the Eiffel Tower, much quieter and vastly cheaper. Also, as I was to discover that weekend, a good place for some private outdoor foreplay, private that is from anyone without binoculars!

As usual for the final week of the Tour de France, Paris was full, bursting at the seams; everyone in Europe it seems wants to see dozens of cyclists hurtle twice down the Champs Elysees in little or no time at all, and then all get drunk. I was in town for a different reason, the architectural practice that wisely employs me at an extravagant wage wanted me to spend a week in their Paris office, interviewing and training new staff, for which there were five applicants, also to update the branch software. There was one potential female recruit who, from her application photo, looked appealing and, always the optimistic one, I was hoping I might get to spend some quality time with her in activities where language is never a barrier! My decision to travel today was in order to get the initial interviews out of the way and enjoy a free weekend in this my favourite city.

It was around noon on this humid rainy day in July and I had, despite my regular patronage of this hostelry, just been presented with the customary detailed check-in form to complete, requesting all my personal particulars except inside leg measurement. Margitte, the attractive blonde receptionist I recognised from previous travels, possessed an inside leg that was definitely worth writing about, especially as most of it was in view where she sat cross-legged in short skirt on the other side of the glass counter. Carelessly dropping the pen on the floor revealed a tantalising view of her colour of the day! My previous attempts to date her had been fruitless, so I concentrated my attention on the conversation being carried out to my immediate left. To the best of my memory it went something like this:

“But it’s only a few hours more,” pleaded the slim red-haired guest in a faint Californian accent, her curls tied back severely into a tight ponytail.

“I am very sorry, but the room is booked.” The manager M. Plonkere (real name!) shrugged his shoulders.

“But you said they are not arriving until 7.00.”

“Mademoiselle, the room has to be cleaned, and the cleaners leave at 4.00.”

“Surely kazak escort you must have another room, for emergencies like this?”

“We are only a small hotel, we don’t have provisions for emergencies as you call it, however…” he shrugged his shoulders and turned to his beloved computer screen, “… I will try our sister hotels to see if they have any rooms, but please don’t expect anything.”

I half studied the girl while I pretended to complete my form, a scandalous idea already forming in my head, she was without doubt the most delightful female I had seen since leaving London, and she wasn’t even French!

With an exaggerated sigh I tore up my form and beckoned Margitte. “Je regret, I have made a mess of my form, can you give me another please?” She sighed in that bored Parisian style and produced two sheets just in case; meanwhile I continued to absorb the distinctly sexy persona of my neighbour. Although out of her traditional red uniform she displayed around her neck a corded badge proclaiming her to be Virgin Atlantic aircrew, and by the name of one Lisa Andrews. I put her at about 26 and 5’3″ tall. I was amazed to learn later she was actually 35.

Drumming her fingers on the counter top she turned to me, frowned and mimicked the manager’s shrug. “Merde!”

“Shit happens,” was all I could come up with, caught in the act of an admiring approval of her slender figure.

“Tell me about it, this fucking city is driving me nuts.”

“That’s unfair, it’s a lovely city… Lisa isn’t it?” I pretended to notice her ID for the first time.

She nodded. “I’ll just be glad to get back to normal that’s all.”

“I didn’t know Virgin flew to France?”

“We don’t, thank God. We put down here yesterday because of that terrorist thing at Gatwick and now all the others are shut down. I was lucky to get a room last night.” She stared at me with a puzzled expression as I looked at her blankly. “Have you been on another planet?”

M. Plonkere was tut-tutting at his computer, making a great show of pretending to be helpful. Absently I noted his oversize feet, perhaps that was where Margitte was getting it.

“When I can, I always take the train in Europe and try to avoid the news when I can. So what’s happened this time?”

“Oh, a silly woman got through security with a nail file or something, and because she is related to some Afghan terrorist, the whole bloody world comes to a halt.”

“I think it’s daft confiscating things like that because you can buy them again in Boots on the other side.”

“Tell me about it; and glass bottles which are even worse. Silly old world isn’t it?”

“So what happens now, with you I mean?”

“We are supposed to be leaving here tonight, all I was wanting was to stay in my room to shower and change. Is that too much to ask in this civilised age?” She sighed heavily and held her arms out talking loudly to no one in particular, then glared at me as if expecting a solution. I had one, but I smiled and shrugged back, my imagination now centred on her showering and changing.

“C’est la vie,” seemed the appropriate response.

By now Little Tommy was hinting that the answer to her problem was standing right next to her. I patted his head inside my pocket, reassuring him that the situation was about to be under control, just leave it to Big Tom!

I completed my questionnaire without further errors and Margitte took it with a relieved smile. “Monsieur Graham, your room won’t be ready for a few minutes, perhaps you would like to wait in the bar?” She indicated the little room immediately behind me, a place very familiar from previous romantic interludes.

Lisa was still waiting for her answer and I caught her glancing at me very thoughtfully, before smiling to herself and looking away. I tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, I’ve just had an idea. If it’s of any help, I wont be needing my room until six at the earliest, I would be quite happy for you to use it in the meantime.”

She looked me briefly up and down in a very stewardess-like way and seemed to conclude that I looked harmless enough, and muttered her thanks. “Do you mind if I wait to see if he comes up with anything first?”

“Of course not, I’ll be over there in the bar. Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh thank you, that would be lovely. Just a beer please.”

It was very optimistic of me to believe that anything might come out of this, after all I had interviews to conduct and she was due to leave that evening. But I have always believed in expecting the unexpected, and I was truly not to be disappointed. Little did I know at the time that this sexy stewardess was also secretly beginning to hope the manager would now fail in his search.

Ten minutes and half a biere later she approached my table, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“The key to your suite sir, or should I say our suite?”

“No room at the inn then?” I asked passing Lisa her drink, the brain in my groin twitching slightly in anticipation of the next chapter.

“Why does this bloody place come to a standstill just for a few istanbul bayan escort cyclists?”

Being fond of two-wheeled travel myself I guess I failed to show the required amount of sympathy, but she smiled sheepishly, her pretence at annoyance beginning to wear thin.

We clinked glasses. “Cheers. If it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be sharing drinks with the most attractive woman this side of the Seine. The name’s Graham by the way, Tom Graham.” All that was missing was the Walther PPK and the shaken-not-stirred.

“Very corny Tom. Cheers anyway. And what’s with the women on the other side of the river?”

“Give me time, I only just got here!” I explained the reason for my trip, and while I talked I took the opportunity of studying her in more detail.

“See anything you like?” she teased, locking on to my roving eyes

“Am I that obvious? I confess I only look at things that really impress me!” I smiled.

“All men are obvious, and totally transparent.”

“I guess that’s what you like about us then. You can see right through us on to the next one.”

“Exactly. You haven’t answered my question.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I joked.

“Try hard then.” Her lips curled in an impish grin that set my heart fluttering. Her hair was fringed at the front, her eyes a startling Irish green.

“Well, for a start I do like that little sexy hair tie, Rymans rubber band?”

“Sorry, fiver in Accessorize!”

Unfazed by her mockery I continued. “Your eyes remind me of a Caribbean sea.”

“Day or night?”

I grinned, treating fire with fire. “I would have to take you there to test that one out! And in your line of business those soft pink lips will have wanted to be kissed by a million travellers.”

“That’s just in just one year,” she giggled getting into the moment.

I raised the tempo. “You have the body of a nineteen year old and I have no doubt the bikini was invented just for you.”

She pulled her shoulders back accentuating the outline of her firm little breasts.

“Thank you kind sir, I never seem to get the chance to wear one now though, not on the North Atlantic run.”

“Terrible imposition on mankind keeping that all covered up.”

“You certainly now how to make a girl’s day Tom, please don’t stop.”

Encouraged, I grinned and carried on. “And as for those legs, may I just say … wow?” I had earlier digested the outline of her slender calves, her above-knee length skirt concealing most of her stocking-clad thighs. She responded by uncrossing and crossing them again in true Sharon Stone fashion but without the ultimate exposure, the hiss of nylon upon nylon playing havoc with my senses. “And by some fortune should you not leave this evening I would be most honoured if they accompanied me to dinner.”

She smiled coquettishly but answered with a question of her own.

“So what else brings you to Paris, surely it’s not all work?”

“Wine and song.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh? What happened to the women bit? Are you gay?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Definitely not, and to be honest I was hoping I had just solved the women part, or woman rather,” gazing intently into her eyes.

She shook her head slowly, with I discerned a hint of sadness. “No chance, I am flying out tonight… at least so they tell me,” she added, looking at her watch. That reminded me I had a schedule to keep.

“Anyway, joking apart, my room is all yours. I just need to dump my stuff in there and won’t need it until about six. Does that work for you?”

She nodded and we chatted about nothing in particular while we polished off our beers, then set off together to the tiny elevator. I pressed the 5th floor button, she pressed the 2nd. “Shall I bring my stuff up then? I need about ten minutes to get my bits together.”

“No rush, I need to unpack a few things myself, it’s room 512 by the way.”

“I know,” she laughed, “I saw the key, remember?”

I had barely unpacked and hung up the items that needed to decrease and was outside leaning on the balcony rail when there was a tap at the door.

“It’s open,” I called.

“Bloody hell! How did you get this room?”

“I’m a regular here and know which one to ask for.”

“It’s much smaller than mine though.”

“Doesn’t bother me, it’s the price you pay for getting a view.” I offered my hand. “Come take a look.”

I held her arm as she clambered over the high door sill, her shoulder pressing against mine as we squeezed together outside in the tiny space. Accompanying the warmth of her trim body was the heady smell of Opium that hadn’t been present before. I was beginning to wish I didn’t have to leave her here. Enjoying the temporary halt in the rain we admired the view together; I pointed out the twin towers of the Notre Dame, off to the right the Eiffel Tower shimmering in the mist, and further round to the west the modern commercial towers of La Defense. Immediately below us an old lady opened a window in her tiny rooftop apartment, glanced up and waved, grinning toothlessly at us, assuming we were lovers.

“God, azeri escort her flat looks so small. I couldn’t live in there.”

“Everything is small in Paris,” I explained, “except beds and boobs.” Glancing at her small chest I immediately regretted the comment but she decently refrained from remarking on my blunder.

“I have noticed” she grinned, glancing back into the room.

“The French do have their priorities you know!”

“Pretty sensible ones I guess.” She stared intently into my eyes as if expecting a comment.

It started to rain again so we clambered back into the room. I noticed that she leaned against me a little more than necessary as we squeezed through the narrow doorway. I had a sudden vision of throwing her on the bed, ripping aside her panties and having my wicked way with her, followed by a strange feeling she might not have objected either. She told me later that she had picked up my thoughts and would have resisted, but only a little!

“Thank you so much for the room Tom, I wouldn’t have been so bothered if it hadn’t been pissing down.”

I handed her the key suggesting she leave it at the desk when she goes, and as an afterthought produced my card. “Just in case you are stranded in Paris again, or anywhere for that matter.”

As I left with my briefcase I received an unexpected kiss on the lips, more than the perfunctory peck but not long enough to suggest anything more. However, a body-to-body hug at that moment would have proved embarrassing!

She glanced at my card. “Well, if you are ever there I could use you in Washington, those rooms are even harder to obtain!”

“I’ll remember that,” I laughed.

She was still peering at the card. “Your name Tomasino, is that Italian?”

“Yep, my mum was from Turin, my dad an Essex man.”

“I like Italian men,” she grinned as she closed the door on me. Leaving a desirable woman behind in a hotel room while I went off to work and knowing she would be gone by return, was not a rare experience for me, but under normal circumstances there would have been a considerable quantity of sex prior to my departure, so this situation felt quite strange. All the way to the office I seriously considered postponing the interviews because I had felt there was a strong spark between us. But then I did have two female candidates to consider!

**

My interviews in the Marais district were to be with two females and three males, and one of the latter didn’t show up. The position was for architectural assistant with some knowledge of AutoCAD, the computer drawing system used by designers worldwide. Technical ability aside, personal attitude was also important because the appointee would be meeting with clients in their own places of work or home. Each applicant would be invited to dinner with me in the coming week to test their social skills, if of course they passed the first interview.

As they filed into my office one after the other my mind still dwelled upon Lisa, wondering what she was up to in my room. Was she asleep in my bed, leaving her aroma on the pillow for me to savour in the night? Or maybe standing naked in the little shower cubicle soaping those petite breasts? I could just picture her tweaking her perky nipples with foamy fingers, the other hand washing thoroughly between her thighs. Little T supported a much stronger fantasy, that she might just be enjoying one of the erotic movies I had contributed to in my booking. And, unlike UK hotels, these are extremely hardcore. With those thoughts breaking my concentration most of the interviews were conducted in a pretty horny state, and increased to full arousal when the third applicant Marie-Claire blew into the room. From the start she made it quite clear she was determined to get the job and non-too tactfully hinted in a delightfully accentuated English that she was prepared to go to any length to get it; hopefully my length I thought! For the first time in an hour I stopped thinking about a certain red-haired stewardess.

Marie-Claire had all the qualifications required, so I felt fairly confident about dismissing two of the remaining applicants. Marc the remaining male was heavily into IT, so I invited him to dinner on Monday, and Marie-Claire the following evening. She was 22, tall and skinny to the point of being thin, but exuded that extreme sexual confidence peculiar to most French women. With long black hair, dark Parisian eyes and violent red lips, her tight dress revealed the roundest of asses but very little in the way of breasts. So far it didn’t look like being a tit week for me, and in Paris of all places! But her aura cried out ‘fuck me.’ I looked forward to obliging her. Tuesday. Little did I know at the time that I was the one who would get fucked!

**

Hotel Cecile is only a short walk up the steep hill from the art-deco station of Abbesses, but I stopped for a customary beer at a popular little bar half way up. Having been aroused by two females in a short space of time I was really not looking forward to spending the night alone. From Waterloo I had made some tentative phone calls to past encounters in the hope that my large Parisian bed would be put to some active use this coming week, but all were in vain, although Vanessa, an ex student friend had texted me back to say that next Saturday would work for her if I was still here. I took a rain check on that, my return ticket was for Friday.

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Whilst holidaying abroad last year I had a fantastic experience.

My husband and I had gone on a lovely holiday around the South of France. Just the two of us went for a 10 day break, the kids going away with their grandparents on another family holiday.

As part of the holiday we had signed up for a bus tour for a 4 day period.

Our driver was a middle aged British guy called Alan. The rest of the bus was full of mainly middle aged couples, a couple of families with young children and a few senior citizens.

All very friendly but we didn’t actually get chatting to many of them at all, other than polite conversations.

The tour took us to a few destinations, leaving us at a couple of hotels for a couple of nights before heading back to our main hotel complex.

On stopping at some of the tourist spots on the way we had chatted with Alan who seemed a very friendly and nice guy.

The weather was lovely and hot and so many of the women were wearing either nice summer dresses or miniskirts and summer tops.

On occasions we would also have bikinis on as well.

A couple of the younger women had fantastic figures which I am sure most of the men on the coach enjoyed seeing displayed in the short dresses,skirts and beach wear.

I had noticed that in particular Alan seemed to pay me some attention, and whilst the coach had stopped he would make a bee line for both me and Mike to have a chat.

On these occasions I noted that he always gave me really nice compliments.

Nothing too rude or suggestive to start with, just nice and pleasant comments on my dress or my beach attire.

I had also caught him glancing sideways at me a couple of times, eyeing up my cleavage or my legs and ass, and to be honest this got me thinking and also got me a bit excited at what may happen.

One such occasion was when I was bending over to put something into a bag I was carrying.

I noticed on straightening up that Alan’s eyes had been wandering over my bum. I was wearing a tight pair of denim shorts and a smallish top at the time. I hadn’t bothered with any panties as I didn’t want to have a visible panty line. I could sense someone watching me, and as I straightened up it was obvious he had been looking at my arse.

On the same day, later on, şişli escort I caught him looking at my tits as well. I hadn’t put a bra on under my tight top and after having come back from a little walk I noticed he was eyeing up my hard, jutting nipples.

The thought of it excited me tremendously and I was beginning to think of ways to let him see a bit more of me.

That afternoon Mike and I had a wonderful fuck in our room and he teased me with some talk about Alan.

As we shagged he turd to me saying, “Take my cock you sexy fucker. Imagine it is Alan fucking you right now. I bet you’d love it!”

I was so turned on I wantonly moaned Alan’s name as we continued fucking, this brought us both to a great crashing climax and on chatting Mike said he wouldn’t mind if I tried to seduce Alan during the holiday.

Our opportunity was to come the next day.

We had arrived at our new hotel for the night and after unpacking our small cases form the coach we had checked in. I decided to change into one of my light summer dresses and again decided to go braless, this time wearing a pair of panties however!

Mike agreed to make himself scarce for a little bit to allow me to have some fun.

He said he would watch from afar to see how I got on.

I wandered out and onto the main seafront area trying to spot Alan. It wasn’t long before I saw him sitting on the beach area.

I approached him, trying my best to make sure I was an appealing site.

I tried my usual flirty wiggle in my wedged high heels and as I was so turned on my nipples were already hard and jutting out. My little mini skirt length summer dress blew in the gentle breeze giving all a good view of my tanned legs.

Mike was watching from a few feet away, hidden in a shop, and said I looked a right cock pleasing site as I made my way over to speak to Alan.

I approached and we made a little small talk, then out of the blue he started to get a bit more playful and flirty. I was doing my best to encourage him, playing with my hair and batting my eyes at him etc.

He asked me where Mike was and I said he had gone off to see a local site I wasn’t interested in.

He quickly responded by saying, “The best site around here is standing right beside me.”

I giggled and thanked istanbul escort him again flirting outrageously and as he asked me if I was enjoying myself,I blurted out, “I would enjoy a good seeing to from you a lot better I bet!”

The surprise on his face was evident and we both laughed. He moved forward and grabbed me closer.

Within seconds we were snogging the face off each other. His hands wandered over my ass and then up to my back as his tongue probed my mouth and I eagerly responded.

Mike said he could see it all from the shop and got an instant hard on as I kissed this man in the sunshine.

We walked hand in hand back to the hotel and up to our room. Once inside he was soon eagerly groping me, making my titties ache and my nipples stiffen even more.

I unbuttoned his shirt feeling his nice hairy chest. We quickly moved to the settee area in the room and continued our heavy petting session. His hands went up my dress feeling my fanny through my panties. I parted my legs to let him get a good feel of me as I began to rub the front of his crotch.

I unzipped my dress and let it fall from me. He began to unbuckle his trousers and we carried on snogging. My face wet with his saliva and my tongue being lashed against his in a grinding sexy snog.

I was now in my panties and my wedge shoes only.

He quickly got to work on my titties giving them a good licking and nibbling. His tongue was flicking against my swollen nipples expertly.

I started to feel his cock as his trousers were now around his ankles. I slowly wanked him up and down and at the same time, with my other hand inside my knickers I slipped a finger onto my hard clit.

Alan encouraged me as I did so and told me finger fuck myself as he watched. He stood up and started to undress completely as I continued playing with my wet cunt.

I eased my panties off as Alan continued to encourage me. His cock was now hard and at full attention. He then got onto the floor in front of me and between my legs.

“Go on Anna. Get your hand up your cunt. Open it up for my fat cock,” he urged me on.

“Oh Christ I am cumming off already,” I said to him. “I’m so fucking turned on, my cunts so hot and wet.”

I had a massive climax, shaking with my orgasm as I dug mecidiyeköy escort my wedge high heels into the hotel floor.

He then slowly began to lick me out. Savouring my pussy juice and biting gently on my stiff clit. He slowly lapped at my quim and expertly got me ready for his engorged cock.

He offered me his cock to suck first, standing in front of me. His thick, stubby head filled my mouth as I eagerly tried to swallow his full length.

I bobbed up and down fast and furious and shortly he was basically fucking my mouth with hard long strokes.

“Slow down Anna!” he told me. “Or I’ll spunk too soon and I want to fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours first.”

He then mounted me from in front. I leant back on the settee and he knelt in front entering me easily. His cock pierced my soaking lips like a knife through butter.

“Oh Alan fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum again,” I begged.

It was at this point I became aware of being watched. I glanced to the side to see a shadow on the balcony. It was obviously Mike. He must have slipped in as Alan and I made our way to the hotel and was watching from outside.

He had been watching the entire time. I began to beg Alan to fuck me hard from behind and got onto all fours. He fucked me hard and fast and roughly from behind. My arse was facing the balcony so that Alan wouldn’t become aware of Mikes presence.

As he neared his spunking I asked to cum on my face. He pounded away announcing he was about to spunk up.

I quickly span around and took him in my mouth until he started spraying my face with his thick white cream.

He splashed my face and hair with his cum as I loudly urged him to, “Fucking cum all over me!”

Once finished we kissed and cuddled for a bit before he made his excuses and left.

Mike then came out and told me all had seen and heard.

We had a tremendous fuck as he told me how slutty I had behaved and of how turned on he was.

He described in detail my language and my session with Alan.

Alan was all sweetness and light later that evening at the bar area when we bumped into him. He sat with us for a while, chatting away to me and Mike. He was smiling a smile thinking he had gotten one up on Mike and had fucked me unbeknown to my husband.

He continued to flirt for the remaining couple of days getting glimpses of my tits and ass as I teased him some more.

I didn’t fuck him again. The teasing was fun though and him thinking Mike didn’t know anything about our little afternoon fuck and frolics!

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Maggie walked through the busy mall, one hand on the purse strap at her shoulder, the other jammed in the pocket of her brown suede jacket. She kept her steps slow, refusing to hurry. If she hurried, she’d probably turn around and run. This was not something she had really planned on. It had just happened.

As she neared the restaurant at the end of the mall, Maggie slowed her steps to a crawl. She and James had once had a professional relationship, but it had recently turned into just a bit more than friends. They had e-mailed, IMd, and texted one another daily. She had listened to him whisper erotic things to her as they both stroked themselves to orgasm nearly every day for the last two months. Now, she was going to see him for the first time in two years. And her husband knew nothing about it.

She loved her husband. Theirs was a deeply committed relationship, full of love and understanding. Their sex life was hot, their respect and admiration for one another so vast, their friends were in awe of it. Still, her husband traveled quite a bit for work, sometimes gone for entire months, and Maggie needed to be touched by someone other than herself for a change.

It was on this chilly winter’s day she arranged a meeting with James. He, too, was married, but he and his wife had hit a rocky patch in their marriage. He wouldn’t leave her, it could be worked out, but, like Maggie, James needed someone to share his sexual passion with. So they had agreed to meet.

He was waiting for her just outside the restaurant. He looked just as he had when he taught her class those years ago. She saw him first, for he was turned and looking out the main doors waiting for her. She had a moment to drink the sight of his profile in. He was a good fifteen years older than she, putting him in his early 50’s. He was tall, at least six feet, with an average build. His dark hair was shot with grey throughout, and he wore his glasses on this day, plain wire rims that made him all the more attractive. He was wearing jeans, a button down shirt that was untucked, and a leather jacket. On his feet was the rattiest pair of loafers Maggie could ever remember seeing. The sight made her grin and, at that moment, James looked in her direction. She was only a few feet away, but his gaze stopped her in her tracks. She immediately went weak at the knees and she could feel her panties dampen at the thought of what would occur that afternoon.

“Maggie ….” James said, walking toward her. He gathered her into his arms, hugged her tightly and then kissed her lips. It was a soft kiss, one of greeting, but it held promise. “It’s so good to see you again. You look well.” He squeezed her close again then, taking her hand, led her into the restaurant.

“Are you hungry?” James asked as they were seated in a quiet booth. The lunch crowd was beginning to thin out so they would have some privacy.

“Oh gosh, no. Not a bit.” Maggie said, feeling her body begin to tremble. James didn’t release her hand until they were seated across from each other and then, he only dropped it long enough for them to remove their jackets.

“Neither am I, really. How about just a drink then?” James said, looking into her eyes as she nodded her answer to his question. “Wow. It is really good to finally see you in person.” His hazel eyes looked into her green eyes and she immediately blushed and looked down at their linked fingers.

Just then, the waitress arrived. She was young and pleasantly asked if they would like anything. James looked to Maggie and she looked to the waitress and said, “Coffee, please. And could you bring extra cream, too?” The waitress smiled and nodded.

“I’ll have the same.” James said, quickly returning his attention to Maggie. “So …”

“So …” Maggie mimicked. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been alright. Nervous, though. You?” James gently rubbed the palms of Maggie’s hands with his thumbs.

Maggie melted at his touch. If he could do this to her with an innocent hand holding, good grief, what would he do when she was in his bed? “You have no idea how nervous I’ve been.” She laughed, relaxing a bit. The waitress brought their coffees and smiled at them before leaving.

The conversation paused while each of them added cream and sugar to their coffees. “Odd, isn’t it? I can be on the phone with you and talk for hours but the minute I come face to face with you I can’t think of a word to say.” Maggie said before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.

James chuckled softly. “I know. My trouble is keeping myself from taking you into the men’s room, locking the stall door, and having my way with you then and there.”

Maggie grinned, relaxing all the more and took another sip. “So, tell me then, how do we get the end result but yet bypassing rus escort the bathroom?”

James swallowed his drink, and looked down into his cup. “Ahhhh …” he sighed. “I have the house to myself until nine tonight. She’s tied up in meetings until then. There’s no chance of surprise visits either. My daughter is safely tucked away at school in the city and my son is staying with a friend.”

Maggie looked at the man across the table from her. Summoning courage she didn’t realize she had she said, “He’s out of town until next week. My kids are with their grandparents for the weekend. I’ve the whole house to myself and a bed with clean sheets in the guest room.”

There they were. Two offers out in the open with one more appealing than the other. A moment of silence hung between them, coffee was sipped, eyes were locked, and then James replied, “Come with me. I’ll need to pack a few things for the night.”

He hurriedly paid the check, left a hefty tip for the waitress, and they were on their way. In his car, a roomy sedan that expressed the comfortable living he earned, they held hands but didn’t speak. They pulled into the driveway of his home, and he shut the engine off before lowering the door to the garage. Once it was closed, James turned to face her. “Stay here. If you come inside with me, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” With a kiss, he was gone.

He was back in five minutes, and he flung a bag into the backseat. He kissed her again, starting the engine and driving back to the mall for her car. Another kiss and she was in her car and he was following her through the streets of several small towns before arriving at her home. They both pulled into the double car garage and, as at his house, waiting until the door went down before exiting their vehicles.

She led him to the door that connected the house and garage and, with trembling hands, unlocked it. They stepped into the tiny kitchen, and she closed and locked the door behind them. James looked at her, Maggie looked at him and all she said was yes in a whisper barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator.

He took her face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. It was as soft as the first kiss he’d given her, but this time his tongue gently pushed its way into her mouth. Finding hers, it twisted and turned, discovering the warm depths of her mouth, teasing and tempting as it did so.

Maggie groaned. It had been exactly three and a half weeks since she’d been kissed like this and even then that was only one night. Before then it had been two months.

For James, the sweet sip of Maggie’s lips was like water to a parched man. It had been much too long for him, and he felt his body quickly respond to her soft curves and juicy mouth. His hands dug into the hair at the base of her head, pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss all the more. He finished this kiss and pulled away from her, breathless. He looked at her for a long moment before brushed a lock of auburn hair from her face. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, her eyes glassy with lust. “Unless you want to be taken here on the linoleum, you’d better show me to a bed.” James whispered his voice husky with passion.

“This way.” Maggie said, taking his hand and leading him down the carpeted steps. She opened the door to the basement and James was shocked to find the space furnished as a suite in a hotel. There was a sofa, coffee table, chair, and television in one corner. The bed sat along the wall with two night stands with lamps, and a separate room was off to the side. “That’s the bathroom. We had this done when my parents came to live with us for awhile. Now it makes it easy for overnight guest when they come.” Maggie looked at James then and smiled. She dropped his hand and slowly lifted her sweater over her head. “No more waiting, James. I’m tired of waiting.” With that, she turned and headed toward the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did. Her bra was next, her jeans, the pink bikini panties she wore and, finally, her socks. She did this all while James watched, his mouth watering at the sight of her naked body.

Her auburn locks fell just to her shoulders in kinked curls, her green eyes looking directly at him. She wasn’t self conscious of her nudity, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Her skin was creamy white, her body was soft and plump. She was sexy as hell, too, standing there, waiting for him because she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. She looked like a perfectly ripe apple ready to be eaten. His thoughts must have registered in his expression for she crooked her finger at him and said, “Hungry, James? Come eat ….” With that, she pulled the covers back and crawled into the bed.

James dropped his bag onto the floor and began undressing istanbul bayan eskort as he crossed the room. Maggie enjoyed watching him strip, revealing crisp dark hair over his chest that curled into a soft line that disappeared into the waist band of his jeans. She giggled a little when he lost his balance and almost fell trying to get his shoes off while standing. He looked at her and laughed too. He unbuttoned the fly to his jeans, pausing only for a moment to ask, “Are you certain? Once these come off, there’s no going back.” The care and concern in his eyes caused Maggie’s heart to squeeze. “I’m sure.” She replied, her eyes widening as he pulled the denim from his legs and was left only in his boxers. Those were quickly removed and placed in the heap on the floor.

His cock was already stiffening, but not fully erect. Maggie couldn’t tear her eyes from him, her nipples tightening, her pussy wet and waiting for him. At long last James slid into the bed beside her and he kissed her deeply. She curled into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his body and pulling him closer. His hands trailed from her face to her breasts, teasing and tempting each nipple into harder, silkier peaks, causing Maggie to moan softly into his mouth.

Those first moments were filled with discovery. Kisses burned across mouths as hands trailed over each and every body part. James cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her closer, then moved back to her hair, brushing it from her shoulder to kiss there, to nibble a little, causing her to gasp sweetly and him to grin.

Maggie’s hands traveled over his chest, plucking at his nipples with nimble fingers, scooting down to lick at each one, making James gasp, his hand holding her head there while she licked him, tasting him, pleasing him. Her hand trailed down between his legs, grasping his swollen cock, rubbing over the satin tip, now sticky with precum.

“No, Maggie … please. It’s been so long, I won’t last … please.” James said, his hips bucking and then moving so he could position himself next to her. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you cum for me first.” With that, his mouth was on hers and his hand was between her thighs, stroking and caressing the soft folds and hard little bud. She was silky smooth and so very wet. James slid one finger inside and was surprised to find it incredibly tight. “Maggie, you never told me you were this tight.” He whispered to her before his mouth overcame hers again. Beneath him, she was moaning, purring, sighing, with her hips bucking in time to his strokes over her clit and into her drenched little box.

Maggie gave herself to him, moaning loudly, crying out his name as his tongue lashed over her nipples and his fingers coaxed her release. She rode the wave, clutching at him, and allowed herself to drown in each beautiful pulse as she came, collapsing in his arms as her body spasmed around his long fingers.

A moment passed, the only sound in the room their breathing as James held her close. He kissed her temple, her cheek, and then took her mouth again as he slid his hand from her sticky wet folds. She whimpered at the loss of his touch from her sensitive flesh, but she cradled his face in her hands as they kissed slowly.

James shifted his body and Maggie could feel his cock hard against her thigh. She wanted him inside of her, wanted to be part of him, to make him feel what she had just felt. She opened her thighs, allowing him full access to her body. “Yes.” He whispered and then plunged into her slick depths. She was wrapped around him tightly, so tight he could barely move. She was slick and soft and melting around him, crying out beneath him, her body shuddering as he pulled back slightly and bore himself deeper. His own breath caught as his cock stretched her folds open further and he nestled in, wanting to feel every inch buried in her soft warmth.

Maggie moaned and clutched at James as he settled himself inside of her and claimed her body at last. The tender violence of the moment was surprising to both of them. James knew he wouldn’t last long as it had been six months since he’d bedded a woman. Maggie’s tight little pussy was not going to let his cock forget that. Yet, he tried to keep from cumming too soon.

Maggie could feel him holding back but she wanted him to let go, to take her completely and leave her body limp and unable to take any more. It had been too long for both of them, the months of teasing and flirting had been enough foreplay for now. She needed him to take her. To ravish her body in a way only he could.

“Please, James …” she whispered urgently, her legs wrapped around his hips, her lips against his ear.

“No …. No, Maggie.” He grunted, knowing what she wanted, and refusing to give it to her. “It’s ukraynalı escort been too long. You feel too good.” He was unable to stop it, though, and he began to thrust faster, his own climax building, losing himself in the slick heat of her body.

Maggie’s fingers climbed their way up his spine, over his ribs, and to his nipples. As she plucked at them deftly, James felt his cock begin to twitch, his release closer than he ever could have expected. Beneath him, Maggie whimpered and squirmed as her second release built and overtook her. He was lost forever in the sight of her open to him, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. James allowed his own climax then, each jet of liquid from his body coating the inside of her, marking her body, finishing what had been started back in the fall.

James collapsed on top of her, his breath coming hard as his cock twitched the last of his pleasure. Damn, but she felt good beneath him. So soft, so sexy, the moment so erotic he could barely believe it was true. James then rolled off her carefully and tucked the covers around them.

Maggie snuggled against him, her fingers twined in his. It had been amazing to give herself so completely to the moment, to this man. She sighed in contentment and wondered if anyone else realized how much better sex was when it was with another person.

James kissed the top of Maggie’s head and held her close. Words seemed useless for the moment and, besides, he wasn’t sure what he would say. He had just bedded a woman who wasn’t his wife. Oddly, he didn’t feel guilt. What he felt was relaxed. Fucking Maggie had been an absolute comfort. He’d wanted her since he’d set eyes on her that day she’d arrived as his student. Back then it had been strictly his dick making the decision. He’d kept professional, though, until she’d graduated and left the school. It wasn’t until she’d contacted him for a letter of recommendation that they had started playfully e-mail flirting which had, in time, turned into more intimate conversations.

James felt his cock begin to stiffen as Maggie turned her body and pressed her full, soft tits to his chest. He bit back a chuckle. He’d been a very young man the last time he’d been ready again so fast. And then Maggie’s hand was curling around him and his breath caught as she caressed his shaft, bringing his erection back stronger than before. James swore softly, his head back on the pillows as Maggie stroked his cock up and down.

“I know what you want, James.” She said, her voice husky and soft. “And sometimes a man needs to take what he wants.”

“Oh, Maggie …” James sighed, his voice breaking as he gave himself over to her caress. It had been too long since a woman touched him like this.

“James …” Maggie began, leaning forward and kissing him, her nipples brushing over the crisp hair of his chest. She kissed along his jaw, down his neck, and then her mouth was on his nipple, her tongue coaxing it as his tongue had coaxed hers before. Her hand continued its easy stroking and James thought he would burst right there.

“I don’t think either of us is quite finished yet.” Maggie looked at him then; her eyes filled with lust, her hair a tangled tumble around her shoulders. That was all it took for him to roll her onto her belly and place himself behind her.

He caressed the milky white curve of her ass cheek and grabbed her hips, spreading her legs apart slightly. With one thrust, he was inside of her, deeper than he’d been before. The thrust caused Maggie’s knees to buckle and she fell to the bed, but James pulled her up by her hips and began to thrust into her deeply.

He wasn’t sure what changed in that moment, but he found he couldn’t control his body from that point on. She was wrapped tighter around him this way, and she could barely move. He felt her melting around him, growing wetter with each stroke of his thickened cock. His hands were in her hair and he fucked her roughly, taking her body in such a way that she would surely be sore after.

James felt her release then, the way her walls contracted, heard her whimpers against the mattress as she gave herself over to him. Somewhere above the lustful fog that surrounded his mind he held on to his control until her orgasm began to subside. Her response to him this way only quickened the push over the edge for James. He came then, longer bursts of fluid filling Maggie’s folds, seeping out as James continued to thrust. He held her hips tightly, and as his own body quieted, he realized his hunger for her body wasn’t satisfied in the least. He would require more and she would feed him willingly.

James eased himself from Maggie’s body and as she crawled into bed, he curled his body around her. She started to say something, but James quieted her, brushed her hair from her face, and kissed her gently. “Let’s get some rest, now, okay? We aren’t finished by a long shot and we need our strength.”

Maggie smiled up at him and accepted the kiss he offered. “Good idea.”

With that, the pair drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

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The day had arrived. I just turned 40 today and Marg had told me that she was taking me to dinner for my birthday to a fancy restaurant in town. Being a fancy place we had to dress for the occasion. I wore my good gray dress pants with a dark burgundy silk shirt the one that Mark loves so much on me. With my black dress shoes and silk boxers beneath to top it off. Marg however was dressed to the nines and I knew she was going to be in a pretty good mood later. She always is when she gets the looks from the men when she dresses seductively as she chose for my evenings delight.

Marg can wear just about anything and look fantastic in it. Her 5’6” frame and only weighing 130 lbs. Her long legs made even longer in her 3” black strap heels made her stand an inch taller then I. Measuring 36D at the chest, with short auburn hair, 28 waist and 35 hip you can just imagine the white with blue flower print dress that was form fitted to her over her nude corselet. When looking at her in this dress with the nude undergarment it seemed, if looking really close that she had nothing on under it. However in the place we were going it was somewhat dark so you would have to be at the same table in order to see that. For panties garter and stockings she decided on sticking with nude colors so as not to be seen through the thin material of her dress so she chose a very tiny g-string shat barely covered her trimmed pubic area.

Now we entered and the host escorted us to our booth located in a back corner. Fairly private though one table close by has a woman sitting alone. Not that I am a guy that has roaming eyes, I did happen to look her over as we passed without Marg noticing. She was a little smaller then Marg, I would guess about 5’4” and about 110 lbs. Her hair was blonde with dark streaks and the tips of her hair were brown. Guessing her chest to be about a 34C or so with a tiny waist and nice hips. She was wearing a black and white print dress. The cut of the dress was very appealing and it drew your eyes to look it all over due to the print not to mention her body was not all that bad to look at either.

As it was, this woman was sitting facing our table so if Marg and I were to flirt while eating it would have to be done discretely so as not to be caught. Our waiter came over and took our drink orders, a Rye and Ginger for me and Sangria for Marg and left us with the menus. Quickly I chose my steak with onion, baked potato and veggies and awaited Marg to choose. I took this opportunity to look over at the woman again. This time with her facing us, she was busy eating and I looked her over again. The print on her dress as I said made your eyes look it over completely however from the front the print drew my eyes to her chest. I could not help but look there and the design made her chest look bigger. Looking at her from here I could also see under the table and I noticed that she also had heels though slightly smaller then Margs, maybe 2” at the most. Her long legs crossed and the hem of the dress was just past her knees. No stockings I noticed though she did have well tanned legs. Marg made a noise and I turned my head to look. A smile came across her face and I knew I was caught. Marg did not mind as long as it was only looking and once she got my attention she pointed to what she wanted. Chicken with a lemon sauce, also with onion and pineapple.

The waiter came back and we ordered our meals. Marg and I chatted as we waited for our dinners to arrive. During the conversation Marg mentioned that she had prepared a special dessert for after the meal so we would not be eating it here. She also during the conversation kept looking over at the blonde at the near by table and made comments about her dress and how it looked asking me if I thought it would look good on her. Hey, it allowed me to look the petite blonde over a few more times. I told her I thought it would look fantastic, though the print would make her chest look to be more like a 38D then a 36D. Marg said that she thought so as well, but then she said I am sure you would like that. All I could do was smile as I took in another look of the petite blonde as our meals arrived.

Mostly through dinner we rarely spoke other then commenting on the taste or looking up and smiling at one another. From time to time I looked over at the blonde and smiled, hoping not to be caught by Marg and a couple times the blonde noticed and at one point when her and my eyes met we both smiled and then resumed with our meals. Marg and I were about ½ done when I noticed that the blonde was paying for her bill. She slipped cash into the folder and I watched as she rose and slowly proceeded to leave. Her body more accentuated by her dress when she stood and looking her over as she walked away I could feel those sensations I always get when my imagination kicks in. For example the thought that went ataköy escort through my mind at that moment was wondering what she had on under that dress. Too bad I was not going to find out, after all, Marg may be sensual but she’d never go for that I thought to myself.

The lighting at the table was quite dark and as the waiter came by checking in like they always do Marg asked him to turn up the light a little and to bring a refill of Sangria and another for me also. After he left she mentioned to me that the cute blonde had left. I muttered yes, sounding not all that interested though I was. We saw the waiter coming back with drinks in hand. At this time Marg pushed back in her chair slightly as he came to the table to leave the drinks. I knew sitting back like this was going to make her whole front seen by the waiter and with the lights now turned up a little the darkness would definitely not be a cover for the thin material of her dress. Marg likes to be noticed and I do not mind either as I always get the pay off later seeing that there was no one near by I guess she decided to have a little fun and flirt. As the waiter set her drink in front of Marg I could see him checking her out, Marg smiling and asking him if he would not mind bringing water. Soon as he left Marg smiled and asked if I had seen him check her out. She said he got a good look sitting where she was. She then said wait until her returns with the water. With that she crossed her legs and her hands when out of sight for a couple seconds. She said she just adjusted the hem of her dress so that the tops of her stockings and a garter strap would be visible. I could not wait for the waiter’s reaction. I loved it when Marg did these harmless little acts to the waiter’s from time to time as it meant I was getting it good later. Sure enough, it was priceless seeing him pour the water, his hand shaking the entire time. He must have seen the tops of the stockings not to mention that Margs nipples were even slightly visible through the material of her dress and nude corselet.

Dinner now done and the waiter came back to offer the dessert specials. Of course we were not going to have dessert but Marg though she’d get him to name off what was on special. As he did Marg would comment as she faced him, giving him another good look over her body as he described all the desserts. Once done, Marg made it look like she was thinking then said that she better not as she had to look after her shape. That did it, the waiter blushed and made a fast exit saying he would bring the bill. We paid for dinner and left.

The drive home was quick. Marg only said that she was sure I was going to really enjoy dessert. Even when I questioned her she would not reveal exactly what that dessert was going to be. We pulled into the garage and kissed deeply before getting out of the car and going inside her place. She went directly to the fridge and took out a can of whipped cream and said that this is for going on my dessert. I then followed her to her bedroom where she told me to strip and get on the center of the bed that she had already set up with a cut open garbage bag to catch the spillage.

Once on the bed and naked Marg slipped out of her dress. She was standing at the foot of the bed in her nude corselet, garter, stockings and g-string. I had to look closely to see them as they were all very sheer and matched her skin color almost perfectly. She then came to my side and reached into her drawer and pulled out a silk scarf and held it for me to see. It was black and as she held it she told me this was for my eyes. Marg then tied the scarf around my head, blocking all trace of sight. Marg turned on the radio to play music. A local soft rock channel that we usually listen to and she turned it up slightly louder then normal. At the time I did not know why, but that soon I would come to know. It had all to do with my special dessert that I had seen earlier at the restaurant that I did not know was here as well.

I heard then felt the whip cream as she shot some over and around my now hardening shaft. Then there was silence. I could not hear Marg moving around then I felt the foot of the bed. I thought then that it was Marg coming up; I had no idea that it was infact Pauline climbing up from the foot of the bed. I felt what I thought were Margs hands caressing my legs, upwards to my thighs as she crawled up in-between them. She then took hold of my balls and held them in her hand, lifting them slightly. I could feel my length standing straight up then I felt the tip of her tongue licking the whip cream from the head. Slowly licking around the head and up and down the shaft and length. Cleaning it off. I then felt her lips sliding over my head, slowly taking just the head into her mouth. It felt different somehow. How could this be I thought as Marg as sucked me many times escort bayan istanbul however this time it felt different. Could it be the blindfold? We never did this with a blindfold before. In between moans from her sucking mouth I mentioned that it felt different. She let the head slip from her mouth and I head her say to just relax and enjoy.

Who am I to argue? I laid back and enjoyed as she resumed her work sucking and licking the whip cream from my length. She had me really hard, taking about ½ of me inside her hot mouth, her tongue circling the head and a couple times releasing the head and shaft all together to suck either ball into her mouth while stroking my length.

She then asked if I was ready for some pie? She got off the bed and again I heard the whip cream. This time not feeling it so I knew she had put it on herself. Just what kind of pie was I getting? Then again the bed moved and I felt one leg brush over me and then I felt her lower herself onto my face. I felt the whip cream first and I opened my mouth readily waiting for what was settling down onto it. I began to lick and swallow the whip cream getting it out of the way to reach the goal of her lips, her entrance and her clit that I love so much to lick and hear her moans. I began tonguing her, reaching all the places that I knew she loved so much when my tongue would come into contact. I could feel her squirm and wiggle as I licked and prodded my tongue in her. She tasted different but then I just related that to the whip cream. I had no idea that it was not Margs I was licking and probing but it was Pauline’s. I had no idea that Marg was sitting back watching me eat out another woman while she masturbated with her fingers and enjoying the show. Not yet anyhow did I know this.

Who I thought was Marg was straddling me, facing my feet. I felt her lean then I felt her mouth take me inside again. Just taking the head past her lips and her grip massaging in time with her fantastic new style of sucking me. I arched up slightly, which startled her and my length slipped from her sucking mouth however moments later she got it back in. I thought it odd, Marg was straddling me in 69 but I can feel her tongue on the underside of my length and head. How could this be? It should be on the top. I did not care, it now began to feel like it always had and should too as now it was infact Marg doing the work while I was still eating Pauline unbeknownst to me at the time. I just felt a fantastic sucking on my length and her great tasting folds in my mouth.

Marg and Pauline did this for sometime and even traded places without me knowing. I ate and was sucked and was enjoying it immensely while doing it for what seemed like a good ½ hr. Then I felt Marg come lay beside me and kissed me deeply. I tasted us both in our kiss and once broken Marg asked me if I was enjoying my dessert. I moaned with approval then that is when I was startled. I felt the bed on the other side move then another body beside mine. I reached for my blindfold but Marg stopped me and the movement of the person on the other side took hold of my head and turned it away from Margs and again I was kissed deeply tasting myself and just moments before I thought was Margs juices. She then spoke when we broke the kiss and said, remember me? I shook my head; she then said she was Pauline, the woman eating near us in the restaurant. Immediately I recalled her and my body reacted. I got immediately stiffer and I heard Marg go, Oh yeah he remembers, look there he just got harder.

The cat now out of the bag I feel the tie to the blindfold being released and I am revealed to Marg on one side still in her corselet, garter and stockings and to the other side is Pauline, also in a corselet, garter and stockings however she is in black. What an exciting sight to see. What a great dessert to have. I had never thought that Marg would do something like this but here we were, in her bed, at her place, with another woman. All I could think of was wow!

Marg then reached for the can of whip cream and put a couple shots on my chest and again covered my manhood with a generous amount. Putting the can down and coming up beside me again I broke my kissing with Pauline to kiss Marg again. Again thanking her for the birthday dessert. She placed a finger on my lips to quiet me then looked at Pauline giving her a nod. At that they began the next part of my dessert.

Marg and Pauline kissed and licked their way down my body. Licking up the whip cream from my chest before moving lower. Both mouths kissing and licking the whip cream from my body and both reaching and holding my length upwards to access the cream and ultimately my shaft with their licking tongues. Each keeping to their own sides, licking and sucking the cream from my length and balls until cleaned off. They then began to take turns. beylikdüzü escort While one was licking the shaft the other would part their lips and take my head in their sucking mouths. Watching them was almost if not more pleasurable then the feeling from there sucking and licking. As they traded places as both mouths were on either side of my head their lips would be touching as if kissing with my head in between. What a fantastic feeling and sight. If they kept this going longer I knew I would cum and they would not stop each taking their turn faster and sucking a little harder. My moans of pleasure escaping my lips until I could hold back no longer. My legs tightening as I felt from deep within my balls that I was about to cum. A called out telling them that I was about to explode and they took up position by each sucking on either side of the head and with their lips touching they slid up and sown the shaft. Stroking my length with their lips as I started to cum. I watched as the milky white fluid shot from the head covering both their faces as the sucked. They both were going at it fast and all the while more milky liquid coming from the head covering them.

They seeing that the last drops expended Pauline then Marg took one last suck each of the head before they came together over my now softening shaft and used their tongues to lick off their cum covered faces. I watched them doing this then had the idea that I would love to watch them 2 get it on with each other while I regained my lost hard on. So, with little effort on coaxing I got them to let me slip off the bed and sit in the chair by the bed and allowed them to continue with me watching them go at it.

They continued kissing one another after all my cum was gone. Little by little they began to maneuver around, still kissing but each had their bodies with their feet in opposite directions. Then slowly with Marg on top, she inched her way lower, kissing Pauline and Pauline kissing Marg. Working down each others necks and bodies until each were sucking and licking each others nipples. Marg’s dark nipples hardening from Paulines tongue work, and Paulines slightly pinker nipples hardening to Margs tonguing. Watching them as they worked lower and lower was so fantastic I already began feeling tingles in my groin. I knew that not much more of watching these to women getting it on and I would be hard again.

They both arrived in the 69 position as their mouths locked on one another they rolled, now placing Pauline on top and I had a great view of Margs tongue exploring the wet entrance of Pauline. Through the mirrored headboard I could see Pauline reciprocating by pushing her tongue deep into Margs entrance. Both women now moaning in pleasure that each mouth and tongue was giving the other. It did not take long for Marg to cum. She had always came fast with a good tongue lashing and Pauline was doing just that. I seen Margs thighs tighten then her breath quicken. She dropped her head back and screamed for Pauline to stick her tongue in deep as she started to cum. Filling Paulines mouth with her juices. Humping and bucking up into Paulines mouth Marg was thrusting herself into Paulines tongue as if it were a cock thrusting into her until she was spent from her orgasm.

Marg then looked back at me, seeing me hard and in my hand stroking she said not to waist it and motioned me to come over and take Pauline from behind. I straddled Margs head and with guiding help Marg directed my head up against Paulines soft wet entrance. Sliding me into one of the tightest holes I have ever been in. Once in Marg let go and I began a steady pace. Thrusting into Pauline from behind and looking down seeing Marg at first just watching then lifting her head and licking both Pauline and myself where we connected. The feeling of Paulines tightness and Margs licking was quickly taking its toll. Moments after Pauline and I felt the sensations of Margs tongue licking us I felt Pauline tighten. Then she thrust back hard as I felt the warmness of Margs mouth and Paulines cum circling my buried member. That sensation too felt so good that I too felt myself drawing near and began to pump and thrust harder into Pauline until I too began to shoot my second load, this time into Pauline as Marg licked where we joined. As my orgasm subsided and I softened I slipped out easily only to see Marg continue to lick and suck the combination of Pauline and my cum from between her swollen and wet lips.

After all this the 3 of us collapsed on the bed, exhausted from all the enjoyment we were giving one another. All 3 of us laying side by side, gently touching and kissing one another basking in the after glow of what had just transpired. All throughout the evening was my dessert that Marg had gotten. There was Marg and I, Marg and Pauline, Pauline and I and even all 3 going at it all night long. I must admit, I do enjoy dessert and I have to admit, this was not the dessert I was expecting but who am I to complain after all nothing like having your cake and eat it also! Come to think of it, this sounds like a nice way to celebrate Margs birthday, however with another man.

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