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Meeting a Cross Dresser Ch. 02

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Two weeks ago Sandy and I had spent a mind blowing night together. She had been a little distant since then so I was afraid. I was afraid we had gone too far too fast. I had been patient waiting for her to return two calls. I decided to make it three. Fuck it. I didn’t really feel like I had anything to lose anymore. I called. She answered. I started shaking.

“Hello.”

“Hi Sandy, it’s Brianne.”

“Hi Brianne! It’s nice to hear you.” she responded. “Sorry I haven’t called. I just finished some double shifts. I haven’t been doing anything but sleeping and working”.

“Oh I see. I was worried that something happened to you.”

“Nope, I was hoping you could come over to watch our shows together. You have perfect timing if you’re free tonight.” she said.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

Maybe I was worrying about nothing. I grabbed a sweatshirt to wear over my tank and yoga pants. My hair was back in a ponytail, makeup was good enough and my cock was tucked back letting my pants hide it completely. I drove there carefully because I was still shaking a bit. I stopped on the way for a bottle of merlot. I actually bought two bottles making sure one had a screw top. I needed something to sooth my nerves so I parked a house down from hers, positioning the car so she couldn’t see me inside. I took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank. I sat for a moment and felt the wine take effect. I took another drink. Bottoms up! Not quite but at least half of the bottle was gone. It was nice. It helped. I grabbed three pieces of cinnamon gum and started chewing aggressively. I took a deep breath, grabbed the full bottle and went to the door.

She greeted me wearing a white tank top, pink short shorts and her dark wig. She was beautiful with very subtle makeup. Her toenails shined from the light inside and I noticed her fingernails matched. She invited me in.

She thanked me for the wine and poured two glasses. I followed her into the kitchen grateful that her house was warm. I hung my sweatshirt on a stool. She had a bolognese sauce on the stove and put ravioli into water when I got there. I was thankful. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“It smells delicious.” I commented.

“Thanks. I started it this afternoon so we could share it. I was distracted so I forgot to call you earlier.” she responded. She looked beautiful. Her voice was soothing and reassuring. The food smelled fantastic. My head was swimming from the wine. I melted for her. I completely forgot she hadn’t called, texted or emailed in two weeks. My pain had disappeared completely when I saw her smiling back to me. All the problems from my life fell away when we were together. She walked over to me while I leaned back on her counter. She put her arms around me and we kissed. Everything was perfect. The timer went off and she dished up salad and the ravi and bolognese. I topped off our glasses Kartal Sınırsız Escort and we sat at the table. I barely remembered to spit my gum in the garbage.

We sat together on the same side to watch our TV series. Two episodes later we were finished and moved to the couch. The third episode finished and she turned to me. I had just turned to look at her. Our lips were close so I leaned in and waited. She would have to bridge the gap if she wanted it. Thankfully she did. She passionately kissed me. I returned her kiss.

We made out. I pulled back and she came forth over me. She broke off and excused herself to use the bathroom. I refilled our wine glasses from another bottle she had. She came back to me from the bathroom, naked. She swung her hips. Her cock was tucked back so I just saw her neatly trimmed bush. She smiled as she sat next to me. She put her hand on my breast and teased my nipple through my top.

“I feel overdressed.” I told her. I stood up and she undressed me. My cock swung out after she pulled my pants and thong down. She pulled my tank top off and held a breast with her hand. A shiver went through me when she pinched the nipple. She rolled it in her fingers. It felt so good but I wanted more. I sat back next to her. She bent over me and licked my cock. I moaned, letting her know she was on the right track. She continued licking it, then engulfed the head.

“Oh” I moaned. I stretched my legs and she slid her mouth down my cock.

“Ohhh” I moaned again. Her mouth was warm and soft and slick. It had been nearly two weeks since I had cum, the last time we were together. Her tongue was magnificent. She licked my shaft again. I wanted to cum but she slowed down. She held back a bit longer before letting it happen. When she let me cum I shot my load like it was my first time. Two weeks worth of waiting ended in her mouth. It was one of those powerful orgasm where I felt the cum traveling from the base through my cock to the head before squirting out. I saw her jump at the first shot and settle back for the rest. She swallowed it and came up to kiss me. We shared another erotic kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. After we parted I saw there was a little remaining on her lip that I gently licked off.

We laid on the couch together both naked still. She slid her butt back to me pressing it on my cock. I know she was trying to get my cock up again but it had only been a few minutes. She nestled back more and pulled a light blanket over us.

A few minutes went by before she tried again. She turned her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Creating a space for her hand she reached down to hold my cock. I was hard in seconds. She aligned my cock with her hole and turned back to wait. She didn’t try to get me in her. I pushed forward lightly to discover she had lubed before we laid on the couch. I pushed further and she moaned. Kartal Suriyeli Escort I pushed again and felt my head slip in. She moaned much louder. She was too tight. My cock was squeezed but I pushed again slipping another inch in. She turned to look in my eyes. I waited for her hole to adjust.

She had been the one to put my cock there. She had lubed before laying with me. She would have to work through it to adjust. I pushed my cock in until her cheeks pressed on me. I waited for her to feel accustomed to it. I pulled back and pressed in again. She was loosening but still tight. The next time she met my stroke by pushing back when I bottomed out. I pulled out to push in again. And again. This time she started grinding on me. I stayed still and she picked up her pace. She slid her ass down my shaft. Her cheeks rubbed on me when she bottomed and ground her hips. She built a rhythm while I kissed her neck.

“Cum in me” she whispered. “I need to feel it.” she increased her speed and I met her movements. Her ass was still tight as she moved back on me. I pushed in and felt my orgasm rising. She pulled away and stopped. I pushed forward, my cock entering her to its base. She moaned and I repeated the move. My orgasm was closer. I felt the pleasure starting in my legs, spreading to the rest of me. I increased the pace and her moans matched. My cum was ready and I pushed in one more time. I moaned and pulled her closer. My cum shot into her ass. My cock throbbed in her reminding me her ass was still really tight.

She pulled off to use the bathroom. She came back with a damp cloth to clean me. She wiped my cock and then took it in her mouth. She worked my soft cock with her tongue. I saw that her cock was still erect. In the past she didn’t want me to give it any attention even though I had. I asked her to lay down so I could work on her. She did and I straddled her. Our cocks touched and my breasts hung down on her chest when I leaned down to kiss her. I moved down to tease her nipples. I took one in my mouth using my tongue to play with it. She responded so I teased more aggressively by biting it. I moved to the other and teased it until it was hard. I kept playing with them as I slid further down her.

I reached her cock. I licked her precum from the tip. She moaned approval so I took it further. I licked down her cock to her balls. I teased them before taking each in my mouth. I licked back to the head and wrapped my lips around it. The familiar taste of precum was welcome. I sucked her cock in my mouth taking her in to the base. My nose buried in her bush. Her cock filling my mouth. Her soft feminine scent filling my nose. I held her balls in my hand while sliding my mouth back up her cock. I got to the tip, swirled my tongue around the head before taking her in again. I repeated this and could tell she was close. I was anxious to taste her cum. It would be Kartal İranlı Escort my first of her. I took her in again giving extra attention with my tongue. Her cock swelled and she pushed her cock towards me.

She came in my mouth. It flowed quickly and filled my mouth. I was delighted that she let me get her off. I milked her to get as much as I could. I swallowed before moving up to lay next to her. She relaxed and I could see her satisfaction on her face. She climbed over me to stand up and lead me to her bedroom. It was the first time I had been in it. We fell asleep quickly sleeping well into the morning.

When I woke Sandy was wearing a black bra with her forms, a matching black thong and her darkest wig. She was straddling me while rubbing my cock. It hardened quickly bringing her to smile her appreciation. She scooted up me enough to get my cock between her cheeks. She pulled her panties to the side, lining her hole up with my cock. She let herself sink down onto my cock. It slid into her tight asshole. She pulled her legs forward a bit so she had as much in as possible. I could see it was testing her. Her expression showed pleasure mixed with pain. Slowly her pain was subsiding and she started to ride me.

I grabbed her cock and rubbed it in time with her movements. She moved faster leaning her head back. Her ass held my cock perfectly as she rode it. Her rhythm was bringing me close to cumming. I was able to use her precum to lubricate her cock. I pressed the front of it with my thumb. She moaned and I did it again. I was on the edge and felt she was close too. I ran my thumb down her cock again. I watched it swell and her cum shot over my chest. I couldn’t hold back. I shot cum into her ass. She milked my cock with her ass while my orgasm subsided. Spent, she rested her body on me while recovering.

We showered and put on our makeup, got dressed and headed out for brunch. Sandy let me borrow a dress and shoes. We had a wonderful meal and got a little shopping in. We each purchased new sets of bras and panties, a few dresses and another pair of boots. We got back to her SUV and put our bags in the back.

We climbed in the front. Before driving away she leaned to me and we kissed. Her tongue driving me crazy, her lips warm against mine.

“Recline your seat” she commanded. I complied knowing something good was going to come of it. She lifted my dress and I helped pull my thong down. She engulfed my cock in one rewarding move. She pulled my dress down to cover her head. Luckily it was a stretchy lycra dress. I watched her head stretch the dress taught as she lifted off me. I watched it shrink back as she took more cock back in her mouth. I was nervous someone would walk by. Her actions were obvious if anybody looked over. She was working my cock well. Her tongue was hitting the right spot and I was going to cum quickly. I came and she collected it all before pulling her head from my dress. She sat back in the driver’s seat.

I pulled my panties up and straightened my dress before she drove us home. We made plans to get together again next weekend. We said goodbye with a soft kiss. I’m hoping she will have a chance to meet for lunch during the week.

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Daddy and Babygirl Ch. 05

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*Story not intended for readers under 18. Daddy and Babygirl are both over 18, and are not related, they are simply pet names they have given one another*

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Daddy walks into the office and tells Babygirl to get off the computer and get ready to go to town.

Babygirl turns around and pouts at Daddy “but Daddy I’m in the middle of talking to my friends! Can’t we wait just a little longer, please Daddy?”

Daddy walks over to the computer and unplugs it from the wall. “Now!” Daddy says sternly as He points towards the door.

“Yes Daddy.”

Babygirl gets up from her chair and turns around to walk out of the office. Daddy slaps her ass hard once as she walks by Him. “Next time don’t make Me tell you twice!”

“Yes Daddy.” Babygirl rubs her ass as she walks out of the office and into the bedroom to get changed.

“You have 5 minutes to be downstairs in the car, don’t test Me girl … you will lose.”

“Yes Daddy, I’ll be right there.”

Babygirl hurries to change her clothes and freshen up and then runs down the stairs and out to the car where Daddy is waiting for her. Her 5 minutes is up just as she shuts the door and grabs for the seatbelt.

“You’re just bound to push it aren’t you? “

“No Daddy, I just…” Babygirl stops talking as she feels Daddy’s hand connect with the side of her face.

“You will be quiet when I am talking to you girl, I have had just about enough of this damn attitude of yours. You either get it under control or Daddy will adjust your attitude for you! Do you understand me?”

“No Daddy I don’t understand! I don’t understand why I couldn’t just finish talking to my friends. It would have only taken a few minutes Daddy, why couldn’t I just finish it! It’s not fair! You always do that to me!” Babygirl crosses her arms Kurtköy escort bayan and pouts.

Daddy looks over at Babygirl sternly, “are you serious? Are you serious! That’s it, I have so had it with this little attitude act of yours. If I hear one more word come out of that mouth of yours, I am going to pull this car over and …”

“And what Daddy? Spank me? Please …” Babygirl challenges.

Daddy hits on the breaks as He starts to pull the car over to the side of the road. Babygirl starts to squirm in her seat, not thinking He would actually do it. He had always threatened, but He never actually did it.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean it. I just…” Babygirl pleads with Him.

“Enough! You’re not sorry, but you’re sure going to be!” Daddy threatened.

Once Daddy has the car stopped on the side of the road, He opens His door and walks around to the other side of the car. Before He gets there Babygirl quickly locks the door so He can’t open it. She knows she’ll pay dearly for that, but she has to try to reason with Him before He really spanks her!

Daddy had His hand almost to the door when He saw her going for the lock. “You better unlock this door right now if you want to be able to sit at all for the next two weeks! You have until the count of 3 to unlock this door or so help me you will pay dearly. One … Two … Thr …” Babygirl unlocks the door before He gets the word out. Daddy takes a deep breath before opening the door, trying to calm Himself.

Babygirl is really squirming in her seat now as Daddy opens up the door and just stands there glaring in at her. “Daddy, please I …” Daddy slaps her hard across the face. “I think I’ve told you plenty of times to be quiet. If I was you I’d be doing just that.”

Daddy starts to unbuckle Escort Kurtköy His belt as Babygirl stares wide-eyed at Him. He reaches in and unlatches her seatbelt. “Turn around in your seat, now!” Babygirl looks at Him with pleading eyes as she leans her seat back and turns around in it. She places her knees on the edge of the seat with her feet sticking out of the door between Daddy’s legs, and places her hands on the back seat.

Daddy folds His belt in half and starts smacking her ass and thighs with it. “You want to pout like a child, you want to test me like a child, and you want to talk back like a child then so be it. I will treat you like a child!” Daddy continues to land blows against her very tender ass. He stops momentarily to slide her pants and panties down. She reaches back to try and stop Him, not wanting anyone to drive by and see what they are doing. He hits her hands with the belt once, hard.

“Aaarghh!! That hurt Daddy!”

“Get your hands back where they belong, I never told you to move.” Daddy slides her jeans and panties just down past her ass and brings His belt back again. He hits her bare ass 5 times hard and then stops. “Now sit in your seat and quit that damn pouting of yours.”

Babygirl is sobbing as she reaches back to pull her pants back up, “yes Daddy.” She winces as she sits down on her very sore ass. She leans towards the side to take some of the pressure off of her cheeks as Daddy gets in and pulls back out onto the road.

After a few moments of silence, Daddy brushes His hand against Babygirl’s face and brushes the tears away. “Are you ready to be My good girl?”

Babygirl leans into His touch, “Yes Daddy, I’m ready.”

“Good girl. Show Daddy how sorry you are for making Him angry.”

“Yes Daddy,” Babygirl leans over and Kurtköy Rus Escort unzips Daddy’s jeans and pulls His cock out of His boxers. She spits on His hardening dick and uses her hand to rub it all around Him. She kisses Daddy’s cock and then pushes the head into her mouth as she twirls her tongue around it, making it nice and wet. She sucks it tight into her mouth as she pushes her head further down. Daddy takes one hand off the steering wheel and pushes her head down further. She starts choking on Daddy’s cock as He pushes her head further and further down. He finally lets up and she comes up for a big breath of air.

Babygirl continues using her mouth on Daddy’s cock, squirming in her seat. Daddy reaches His hand over and rubs Babygirls ass. She flinches away from Him at first and then gives in to the pain. She moans around His cock and feels Daddy cock jump in her mouth.

“You’ve got 3 stoplights to go Babygirl, you better hurry it up!” Daddy challenges her.

Babygirl picks up the speed on her sucking and tightens her mouth around Him. She pushes her mouth down as far as she can, choking and gagging as she forces His cock in past her throat. Just as they pull up to the 3rd stoplight it turns red.

“Oh yeah baby, keep doing that, Daddy’s almost there!”

Babygirl pushes her head down one last time and Daddy grabs the back of her head and forces her down further as He starts cumming into her throat.

Daddy pulls into a parking spot and zips up His pants as Babygirl wipes her mouth.

“Daddy I didn’t know you were taking me to a movie! How am I going to sit for two hours in those seats!” Babygirl whines as she grabs her sore ass cheeks.

“Not really my problem now is it. Maybe you should have stopped the first time Daddy told you to, huh? Next time you need to listen, Daddy always has a reason!” Daddy winks at her as they walk into the theatre to get their tickets.

“Yes Daddy. I’m learning that …” she hugs Him tight and places a kiss on His cheek. “I wonder what kind of fun we’ll have in the theatre,” she thinks to herself!

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“Well spit!” Lynn cursed as the 8:30 announcement sounded. “I should have known he’d be a no show,” she grumbled under her breath as she made her rounds. She heard the chimes ring, indicating that the library was now closed. As she chased the last of the students out the doors, she locked them and turned on the security alarm. Then she stomped back over to the reference desk, muttering sulkily under her breath.

“Bad day, ducks?” called Bastian. She looked over to where he stood, straightening the periodicals. She had to smile- you just couldn’t look at Bastian and not smile. He was just so… so cute! Always happy, always eager to please, always adorable… rather like a puppy. In this case a boyishly gorgeous British puppy, but still.

Well, I got stood up for a date, but otherwise… “I’m just peachy,” she muttered, throwing an errant pencil back onto the desk.

“My, my, we are in a bad mood. It’s time for Dr. Sebastian’s miracle cure then. You’ve got kind of a naughty librarian thing going with that short skirt… Grab your purse Honey- let’s go find us some men!”

She had to laugh. “Sugar, we have completely different taste in men. Besides, they always like you better anyway- you’re prettier than me. But you go ahead, I can finish locking up on my own.”

His face lit up, but then he frowned. “But what if some great hulking brute is just hiding in the stacks, waiting to pounce on you? “

Don’t I wish, Lynn thought on a sigh. “Then I’ll smack him with an unabridged dictionary. Go on. Have fun.” She began nudging him away from the newspapers.

“But I’d feel miserable if something happened to my favorite office mate!” he protested.

“Psh… Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’ll lock up. I’ll go home. I’ll sit in a huge tub full of bubbles and sulk…” she began.

Bastian grabbed the desk and held on as she tried to shove him toward the door. “Aha! So there is something wrong! I knew it!”

Lynn straightened up and smacked him on the shoulder. Laughing, she flicked her hand toward the exit. “I’m fine, just tired. You go! You can call and tell me all the sordid details later. Shoo! Now get lost!”

He backed away, edging toward the door. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m going.” He turned and winked at her. “But I’m going to pick up an extra guy for you!”

“Um… ick!” She choked with laughter and shook her head. “Just the thought… ick.” He laughed and waved as he ducked out the back door.

Lynn locked the door after him, the laughter fading from her face as she returned to the reference desk to put away the last of the books that had been left out. Her mood turned pensive again as she took out her frustration on a hapless atlas that happened to be near, shoving it roughly into its place on the shelf. She turned off the computer and headed over to the circulation desk.

How could I have been so stupid? she thought. I knew I shouldn’t have believed him. Then her irritation changed to anger. “No!” she said out loud as she grabbed a book from the return bin. “He’s a coward.”

“Sure Lynn,” she grouched to herself. “Finally you realize, finally admit that the guy was flirting with you, then he actually asks you for a lunch date. Of course he didn’t show up.” She laughed ruefully. “Why should he come?” Sighing heavily, she suddenly growled. “Grr… jerk. Twisting me all up like this. He’s just another man that’s all talk, no action. Ugh.” She ran the book through the scanner, then slammed it down on the cart.

He had been visiting every Friday for the entire spring term. Every single week he had dropped by the library. So why not now? Why, today of all days, the one day they were supposed to have their stupid date, did he not come? “See if I ever dress up for a man again.” She retrieved a wayward book and slammed it on the desk. “Stupid heels! My feet are killing me. Wretched short skirt… my backside’s been freezing all day! And I can barely bend over in this blasted corset top. Psh… men!” she spat in disgust. As she walked past the office, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window. She had to admit, the outfit did look kind of cute. The short grey plaid skirt, the black heels, the blue satin corset top under a darker blue velvet jacket… with her glasses she did look a bit like the ‘naughty librarian’ Bastian had called her. Well, the fishnet stockings helped with that too, but you didn’t really notice those unless you were close. “What a waste!” she grumbled as she moved on to the desk to check in the remaining books.

“Coward,” she hissed again as she tossed another book onto the cart to be shelved. “Can’t be bothered to come tell me de didn’t want to meet for lunch after all,” she griped. “Cripes!” Another book crashed onto the cart. “Men,” she muttered in disgust. “All cowards or bullies or mama’s boys. I should just get another dog. They’re more loyal,” she ranted as she finished checking in the books. When she’d finished, she shoved the cart back into position hard enough that it bounced off the shelves behind. Her anger faded as she adjusted Bostancı Türbanlı Escort the cart again. Why didn’t he come? she wondered. Her head dropped, and her eyes stung as she sighed. “I should have known better.”

“Lynn.” His deep voice echoed through the empty library. She froze. Oh, spit! How long had he been there?

Startled, she looked up to see him standing at the end of the counter, his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes slid over him, taking in the gorgeous grey three-piece suit and azure tie that he wore. She wanted to slide her hands into his dark hair, to finally know what it felt like between her fingers, but as she looked at him, she was trapped by the look in his deep blue eyes. There was something about him, some force of magnetism or personality… something that drew her attention and wouldn’t let her go. Annoyed at herself for staring, she cleared her throat. “Oh, so you decided to show up after all.” Her eyes grew wide for a moment. Cripes! She couldn’t believe she’d sat that! Normally she wasn’t this snippy, but irritation charged her voice with a tone she couldn’t mask.

“I’m sorry.” He smiled apologetically and held out his hand to offer her a single white daisy. “I know I missed our lunch, but I want to make it up to you.”

Something in her chest lurched as she took the flower. “Well next week is out of the question. I’m at a conference, and today I’m… meeting a friend-“

“No.” He interrupted. “Tonight. Here and now.”

She turned and flounced toward the reference desk to grab her purse. “Sorry, but I have other plans.” Purse in hand, she walked to the back door, ready to leave. She had unlocked the door and pulled it open when she heard him laugh softly. Against her better judgment, she turned to look at him.

An amused half-smile crossed his face as he leaned back against the desk. “With whom?” he asked her idly, as he turned his attention to the calendar on her desk.

“I told you,” she snapped back. “A friend. His name’s Ben if you must know!” Well, Ben and his pal Jerry, she mentally amended.

He murmured in agreement, picked up a pen, and examined it closely. She stood there for a moment just watching him before she realized what she was doing. He’s ignoring me! she thought irritably. Oh for the love of…Just then, he turned and looked her square in the eyes.

“Enough.”

Lynn stopped in mid word, her breath caught in her throat. The look on his face intensely focused; totally in control, had her utterly paralyzed. Jonathan stepped towards her as she had the instantaneous urge to move back, but she deliberately and stubbornly held her ground. With her high heels, she was taller than he was, but as he looked her up and down it brought her a flush of embarrassment rather than pleasure. She blushed again from the sensual intensity of his examination. No longer able to meet his gaze, her eyes lowered and swept down to the floor. She twitched as he moved again, as he slid around her to shut the door heavily. Then she heard the lock click.

“What…?” The word died in her throat as she spun around to face him, only to be snared by his gaze again. The focus was still in his eyes, and as he looked at her, the questioning look on his face resolved into certainty as he found some answer in her face. She backed away as he slowly prowled toward her, moving backward until she ran into a table and fell against it, her backside hitting hard against the wooden surface. His pace never changed. Her eyes left his gaze and swept the room… though she wasn’t sure whether she was looking for an escape or to make sure they were alone. He stalked her, finally stopping not more than six inches away, trapping her against the table. She closed her eyes. Her chest was heaving, her body burned as adrenaline rushed through her, making her feel alive. She felt as thought her heart was going to burst.

“Lynn.” His voice sent a shiver up her spine.

She couldn’t look at him, she just couldn’t. If she looked, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from touching him. Opening her eyes again she stared at the floor.

She swallowed nervously. “Yes sir?” she answered. Her voice sounded normal, but she felt like a bird trapped by her playful cat. She closed her eyes again.

“This… color looks very good on you.” He traced his finger over the collar of her jacket.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes shot up to his face, her gaze locking with his. His eyes were penetrating every thought, every wisp of fantasy that had ever been in her head. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. And she couldn’t handle it. Jerking back from his touch, the backs of her thighs hit the table and she had to throw her hands back to keep from falling completely off balance as her backside landed on the table.

His eyes darkened and he smirked. “This is a very appealing outfit.” The finger returned to her jacket and stroked over the velvet collar. She licked her suddenly dry lips as his finger traced down the right side of her jacket, and back Bostancı Otele Gelen Escort up again and onto the deep blue satin of her corset… His finger played over the swell of her breasts as they peeked over the top of the suddenly revealing corset. There were tears in her eyes, sparked from what she wasn’t quite sure.

“What do you want?” her voice wasn’t normal anymore, wasn’t even close to being under control. It was shaking and raspy, as if she’d forced the words through her too-tight throat.

“That is a funny question from a woman looking the way you look right now,” his deep voice sent vibrations up and down her spine as his finger continued to play lightly over the top of her breast. “I believe…the question is can I give you what you want.” His eyes never left hers as he pulled back the lapel of her jacket and ran his fingers completely over the top of the breast revealed by the cup of her corset.

He walked around the table slowly, looking at her but saying nothing. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt his eyes traveling over her body, and she blushed to see how her arms being propped on the table thrust her breasts out, almost as if she were offering them to him. She jerked upright and a shudder ran down her back as she debated whether to make a dash for the door. Suddenly though, it was too late. He finished his inspection and stopped directly in front of her.

His voice hummed with approval. “That is quite some outfit for a librarian.” He smiled and teased, “What… no tight bun, no sweater? And those heels…”

Her eyes flashed. “We don’t all dress like crones!” she snapped. The anger faded as her cheeks flushed. “Besides, I… I just wanted… to…”

“Tease me,” he finished for her. She nodded shyly, her eyes dropping to stare at her hands that clasped the table’s edge. He placed a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her face until her gaze fixed on his. His scrutiny never wavered as he slid his finger over the soft skin of her throat, down between her breasts, to stop at the fastenings of her jacket. He pushed her back until she was forced to brace her arms on the table again. Once positioned, as he liked, he slowly began to unbutton her short jacket. She could sense the power in his hands, but they were gentle, almost trembling as they worked the buttons.

As the last button came undone, his hands parted her jacket and molded themselves around her heaving ribcage. His fingers slid down to her waist for a moment, then wandered up to her covered breasts, and higher still to gently push the jacket off her shoulders. Shuddering with suppressed desire, she managed to keep herself from bolting upright, but rolled her shoulders forward, trying to hide.

“No, no, don’t hold back now,” he growled, sliding the jacket down off her shoulders, letting it drop and catch on her bent elbows behind her. “You wore this especially for me, and I will see it, now!”

She blushed once more, holding perfectly still as his fingers slid over her cheek and along her jaw line. He slowly, softly ran his hand down and over her throat, then back up to stroke the softness of her neck under her ear and to play with her jingling earrings.

Without thinking, she arched her neck, craving his warm touch. He traced his fingers over her shoulders, resting his hands there while his thumbs slowly caressed her throat, making her quiver. Her breathing grew hoarse, and she could feel her body growing damp for him.

He unclipped her left earring and let it drop to the table as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. He licked a path up around the rim of her ear, making her tremble in response. He softly dipped his tongue just inside and then back down to the lobe where he nipped at it before trailing down her neck once more. She moaned, her head falling to the side as he stopped at the curve of her neck and lingered there, kissing and sucking at her soft skin. “Do you like that?” he murmured against her throat.

Her skin flushed again as she enthusiastically purred, “Oh, yes! Definitely!”

“Sir,” he prompted, before returning to kiss her neck.

She sighed as her head fell back. “Hmm?”

“Yes, Sir” he growled, nipping her neck sharply.

She shivered, goose bumps crawling up her arms as her nipples grew taut. “Yes, Sir” she whispered.

“Good girl” he breathed in a low voice before returning to nuzzle her neck once more. His hands slid over her shoulders, slipping beneath the straps of her corset.

She twisted her hands behind her, trying to untangle them from her jacket. He nipped her neck again to distract her. “Oh Sir…” she whimpered. “That spot… it’s… it’s incredibly sensitive. You’re making me…” her voice trailed off.

“Damp?” he suggested with a wicked grin. “Maybe a bit… hyper?” He bit her earlobe softly as he chuckled. “Perhaps even… wet?”

A bright blush suffused her skin as she nodded. “Yes… Sir” she replied thickly.

“Your voice is heavy with desire.” He hummed in Bostancı Ucuz Escort approval. “This is what you want, isn’t it Lynn? You want me to take control?” She flushed even more, ducking her head to the side. “Answer me Lynn.” He slid his hand under her cheek, turning her face back to his. “Tell me the truth. Is this not exactly what you wanted?”

Lust battled with fear and embarrassment in her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed after a moment. “Oh, yes Sir.”

His thumb caressed her cheek, slid over her lips. “You need a strong, masterful man, don’t you Lynn? There’s something inside you that wants to give in, wants someone else to take control? You don’t want a man who’ll let you be in charge. You want a man who will make you feel what he wants you to feel, who will release you from your propriety. I’ve sensed it from our first conversation, and my certainty’s been growing all semester. I’m going to make you mine. Today was to be just a date. But soon my little tart, I’ll be your lover… and I’m quite demanding. Do you understand?”

His voice, that predatory look in his eyes was mesmerizing, hypnotic. Her heart was racing; her entire body taut with anticipation. Gulping hard, her own eyes a bit unfocused and with a vivid blush still covering her skin, she nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He smoothed his thumb over her lips once more. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip. His eyes blazed in triumph as he leaned forward. “By morning you will be the submissive tart you crave to be.”

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned as his mouth touched hers, as his tongue grazed softly across her warm lips before persuading her to open her mouth to him. She groaned, hearing his answering moan as his hands pressed into her shoulders and he deepened the kiss. Her inhibitions fell away as she kissed him back with passionate abandon, inviting him to enter, to plunder, to dominate. She felt her body betray years of self-control as her heart beat wildly, her breasts tightened, and her lower body clenched as dampness flooded her.

Slowly, he moved his hands from her shoulders to the tops of her breasts where they were constrained by the blue satin of her corset. His eyes darkened with desire. “You look wonderful in such clothing. You need to wear these more often.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, feeling the way her body reacted to that focus, she smiled. “Yes Sir.”

His fingers lightly caressed the tops of her swelling breasts. She looked down, startled at the contrast of his naturally bronzed fingers tenderly exploring the creamy white skin of her cleavage. “I would unlace you, but I am not sure I can wait that long,” he whispered as his hands expertly slid inside the corset, pushing the satin down underneath her breasts and exposing them to his gaze. Feeling her body’s response to him, he smiled knowingly. “Yes, a woman like you needs a masterful lover,” he asserted as he ran his fingers over her breasts.

She moaned as the pads of his thumbs found the swelling outline of her areola, just before the smooth backs of his hands brushed over the tips of her hard nipples. “Oh, Jon…” she shivered.

“Sir,” he reminded her, grasping her nipples and squeezing them between his fingers. He slowly increased the pressure as he looked into her eyes, her dilating pupils telling him she was falling deeper into submission.

“Sir,” she corrected, rolling her shoulders back and pressing her breasts further into his hands.

He relinquished his grip, rubbing his thumbs lightly over the hardened peaks soothingly. “Tell me, tart… do you like being my slut?” She gasped at the change in sensation, whimpering with desire. Lost in the intense feeling, she did not respond. He grasped her nipples again, tweaking them severely. “Answer me.”

She gasped as the pleasure mixed with pain. “Yes Sir! I’m… I’m… ah!” He squeezed her nipples just a touch harder and she winced and breathed, “Oh yes Sir, yes! Just please Sir, don’t… um… ow!”

He released her breasts and slowly unfastened the hooks that ran down the front of her corset. With the last hook released, he slid his fingers up along her rib cage, and pushed it over her shoulders and down her arms to join her jacket in a pool of satin and velvet, further entangling her hands. Her eyes locked on his face, uncertainty warring with desire in her gaze. He smiled, running his thumbs over the tips of her hypersensitive nipples. “Good girl,” he growled. “Very good, my little tart.” She gasped as his words sent an almost electric shock straight through her body. Her hips rocked forward slightly before she could stop herself, her thighs squeezed tightly together. Her eyes widened in apprehension, watching his face for disapproval.

He only grinned and shook his head. “I love that you’re so responsive.”

She blushed, and he watched the rosy flush cover her cheeks and spread lower, tinting her breasts pink with pleased embarrassment. Her eyes fixed on his hands as he slid them under her heavy breasts, lifting them, weighing them. “Beautiful, tart… just beautiful. I love your tits.” She demurred and looked away, never having thought all that highly of her breasts. He squeezed them to get her attention. Looking up at her face, he smiled. “Lynn, you are mine… all mine. And everything about you is mine, and you are beautiful, all of you!”

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My daily routine is simple, efficient, and- well, routine. I am an early riser and follow the same path every morning for a short, brisk walk to the university gym. An hour of exercise follows, then a scathingly hot shower and the purchase of a bagel and some fruit from the small commissary in the student union. Six hours of interminable classes, hour after hour of psychoses and diagnoses, another short walk home, six more hours bending over one book or another, or straining to decipher a garbled lecture off of my mini-recorder. Then I throw some random items together for dinner and begin preparing for bed. My weekend schedule doesn’t alter much. Simply replace the words “class” and “homework” with twelve hours of mind bogglingly simple-minded work at the University Drive Taco Bell and there you have it.

There are two things that keep this wearing schedule bearable for me- one is an evening bath, music a la obsession of the week on the CD player, a single glass of merlot in one hand and a pulpy fiction novel in the other.

The other I have to slide into my routine as time and circumstance allow. The College Market, a mom-n-pop-cum-coffee-shop, stands en route from home to the university. Once a day, going to or coming from classes or work, I manage to stop and step inside the doors long enough to pull a breath of decadent steam into my lungs to savor for the rest of the day. I allow herself a single cup of the dark brew once a week, but the blends I prefer tend toward the extravagant, and a student living on part time Taco Bell wages has a hard time supporting any extravagant habit. I don’t have a coffee maker at home, either, because I prefer to come down to the Market and bury my whole body in the experience- the smells, the worn couches populated by students and professors, reading or debating, some poet off in a corner working on the rhythm of a line with the concentration of a Philharmonic conductor, walls floor to ceiling with books, others stacked on tables, still others lying abandoned in the sunshine on the windowsill.

So, most days, in concession to the expense, I merely satisfy myself with the smell. Some days, the sweet scents of vanilla or hazelnut or toffee cling to my skin for hours. Other days, I can turn my head in class and the dense fragrance of dark Arabica clouds from my hair. Most days, it is enough.

And so, late in the afternoon on a Friday in mid-April, wholly unsatisfied with the progress I was Kadıköy Türbanlı Escort making studying at home on my diminutive couch with the cat head-butting my elbow for attention and a pile of dishes screaming at me from the kitchen sink, I decided it was time to treat myself to a cup of expensive brew. I slid my books, notebook and recorder into a worn shoulder bag, flung the works over one large shoulder and commenced the short walk to the College Market.

Outside, warm air brushed my brown hair back from my face. Whispers of breeze tangled in the hem of my tank top, making me crave summer, and a long hike in the dark green hills. I peered wistfully over the rooftops as I walked past. Scout Mountain still wore a crown of white, the upper reaches not yet free of the strangling snow. There was still time, then, before my favorite trails would even be passable, let alone before I could walk them without ending up knee deep in mud. Right now, however, I felt that ending up knee deep or deeper in mud would be preferable to slogging through the pile of make work my professors were demanding as the semester neared its end. I sighed and kept walking, dragging my eyes and mind down from the mountain to more mundane things.

A block ahead I could see the brick patio and brightly painted window of the College Market. Small groups congregated on the patio, huddling to light their cigarettes and staying clustered, as if afraid their smokes would go out without the buffer of other bodies. I walked past the acrid clouds of smoke- almost, but not quite craving a cigarette- and through the glass doors into the coffee-warmed brightness of the shop. I hadn’t realized how dim it was getting outside.

A table was open near the large front window of the shop and I dropped my bag in one of the chairs. My wallet was buried somewhere in the mess of my bag. After some searching, I found it in the deepest, darkest reaches, tangled with a copy of my half-finished paper on antisocial behavior. I sighed and shoved the paper back in the bag. I had almost forgotten it existed.

The counter swarmed with coffee addicts. A couple of the boys in the group were letting their coffee sit, though, apparently finding the girl behind the counter of more interest. I elbowed a space between two freshmen and stole a glance at her before gazing up at the hand-lettered board resting on a narrow shelf above the row of espresso machines. I could Kadıköy Otele Gelen Escort see why they were interested. She was tall, about my height, and broad-shouldered, like me, but there the resemblance ended. Her black hair was cross-cut with slices of bottled blood red, and her eyes were large enough that the black edging on them make them appear surreal; japanime in an apron. I thought I may have seen her somewhere before, either passing by here, or in some class or another.

The smell of coffee was overwhelming me now. I ran a finger across my wallet and silently calculated how much I had to spend. The special was a large mocha au lait. Three-fifty. Probably about fifty cents more than I ought to really spend, but I felt the chocolate was worth the extra change. I could give my cat half a can of cat food for a couple of days; she never finished what I put in her bowl anyway.

Satisfied with my self-justification, I signaled to the waitress when she turned my direction. She smiled as she came over. I asked for the special and handed her my cash, and watched her bustle back to the espresso machine. She did have a strong frame, like me, but it seemed softer than my body, just in the right places. Maybe I spent too much time working out. Nah. Machines hissed and steamed, and she eventually produced a hot mocha au lait. I thanked her, folded a dollar into the tip jar. It was another extravagance, but god, she had to pay for that eye makeup somehow, and I wasn’t about to be the one to make her give it up.

Rather than return to the table and face the homework in my bag, I wandered through the bookstore portion of the Market, hoping something interesting would catch my eye while I drank my coffee. Most of the fiction section was titles I’d read before. They did have Alice Hoffman’s newest, but it was brand new, a condition in which I knew I’d spill coffee the minute I opened it up. So I picked it up and read the dust jacket, then returned it to the shelf with regret. It had been much too long since I’d been able to retreat into a little fantasy, and Alice Hoffman was one of my favorite writers.

I moved over to the psychology section, knowing the books there would hit my guilt buttons, but sometimes the owner of the Market would have some rare books in here, old texts from the fifties and sixties, booklets about the work of Kinsey. There was nothing of that sort here today, but standing there Kadıköy Ucuz Escort did give me a clear view of the waitress. She was a pleasure to watch work. I flipped through a couple of abnormal psych books while I watched her, trying to pretend I was interested in the material. She looked up and caught me once. I stared back for a split second and shoved the book back into its niche, then moved back toward my table.

At the table, I sat with my back to her, hoping to avoid the temptation of watching her glide through her duties and instead focus on homework, including that forgotten antisocial behavior paper. I pulled in out of the bag and, smoothing it out on the tabletop, began to read it over. Every few minutes I picked up my coffee and ignored my paper for long enough to close my eyes and savor the taste. I closed my eyes to be totally alone with that flavor.

It was, therefore a surprise when I opened them once to see the waitress standing at my table, a coffee in one hand.

“Ummn, hi,” I said, blinking up at her, and trying to keep looking her in the eyes, as her chest was exactly at head level for me.

“Hi. Sorry to scare you. Just-” she put the coffee down in front of me. “You seemed to be enjoying that coffee so much and I had a customer who couldn’t pay for this one and I hate to see it go to waste.” She was blushing. I hadn’t taken her for the type who blushed easily. Interesting.

“I can’t pay you for it either.”

“That’s ok. I would just have to throw it away anyway. I just thought you might enjoy it.” Her blush grew a little deeper. “I have a question to ask you though. I saw you, a couple of times, speaking with my abnormal psych professor, Dr. Delaware?”

“Yes, she’s asked me to student teach a couple of her classes when I start the graduate program next spring.” I nodded and picked up my half-empty coffee. Now I was confused. She stood in front of me blushing like a virgin, but it seemed she merely wanted help with psych. How disappointing. At least she brought me free coffee.

“Well, I was wondering if maybe you could help me study? Maybe read my term paper? I want the opinion of someone who has already taken the class and knows what Dr Delaware expects?” She was practically twitching now, her blush growing up into the roots of her red and black hair, voice rising in pitch at the end of each sentence.

“Well, I don’t really have much time-“

“I could make it worth it!” She blushed even harder. I smiled. “I mean- I could bring you coffee when you help me. It’s only a sophomore term paper anyway. It’s only about fifteen pages. Please?”

At the please and the look of utter desperation in her eyes, I simply could not refuse. What can I say, I liked the way she begged.

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My sexy wife and I had just finished having sex. Many nights after sex, we would talk about what turns us on. For years, I had been eating my own cum. My wife loved to watch me eat it. I loved to eat it. Tonight, after filling my wife’s shaved pussy, she sat on my face and I cleaned my cum from her bringing her to an explosive orgasm. My wife loved having me suck and lick her freshly fucked pussy clean.

Tonight, she asked me if I had any new fantasies. I have for years fantasized about watching my gorgeous wife being fucked by at least 2 other men while I watched. I also loved thinking about my sexy wife having sex with another sexy woman. My wife, Kim, knew of these fantasies and loved to tease and taunt me by talking about it – many times at inappropriate times. While out in public, we would see an attractive woman, Kim would notice me looking at her and then would whisper, “I’ll bet you’d like to see me suck her big tits!” She would give a sexy, little grin and my cock would immediately stiffen in my pants.

Many times, I would have to try to hide the bulge in my jeans while my wife would giggle at my predicament. Other times, we would be shopping at a home improvement store and Kim would spot a couple of macho construction guys and she would grab my arm and point to 2 or 3 of them and whisper, “Imagine those studs, fucking me silly while you watch!”. Again, my cock would begin throbbing and I would turn red and try to hide my erection. Kim loved teasing me.

What Kim didn’t know was that while I had been fantasizing about watching her with a couple of other men, I also fantasized about cleaning their cum from her delicious pussy or tits. What was even more amazing was I had recently starting fantasizing about being submissive to Kim and the other men including sucking their cocks.

Many times I had masturbated thinking about sucking a cock for Kim while she watched me and taunted me about it. So this night, after eating her cum-filled pussy, she asked me if I had any other fantasies I wanted to talk about. As we laid there, Kim began licking and sucking my nipples (which I love) and when I told her I couldn’t think of any new fantasies, she asked: “Are you sure?” Almost as if she knew I had new fantasies. I wasn’t sure how Kim would react to my new fantasies and I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit them – even to myself.

Instead of answering, I asked her, “Do you have any new fantasies that are turning you on?” Kim gently flicked her tongue against my hard nipple and my cock stirred. Kim gently grabbed my balls and sucked my nipple hard, gently biting at it.

“Well, since you asked, yes, I’ve had something on my mind, that really gets me wet.” She responded.

“Honey, I love you, you have such a dirty mind!” I add.

“Well, we’ll see how much you love my dirty mind after I tell you my kinky fantasies.” She comments.

“Please, do tell!” I ask.

“Well, I do love that you enjoy eating your own cum, it makes me quite wet watching you drink it, lick it from me or even swallow it after I pass it to you when you cum in my mouth. And I’m quite turned on by the thought of another man or two fucking me while you watch, but what’s really getting me wet is…well…” Kim hesitates, and licks my nipple again.

My cock is stiff. “Go on, baby, tell me your hot fantasy!” I plead.

“Well, just like you get turned on by two women making love, I love fantasizing about man to man sex!” Kim announces.

“Really?!” I ask incredulous.

“Yes, honey, I want to see two men having sex, actually I want to see two men sucking each other…mmmmmmm…to watch as they pleasure each other with their mouths! I desperately want to see a man suck a cock and swallow another man’s load!” she finally says.

My cock twitches in her soft hand. I see her grin wickedly. “You want to see two homos go at it?” I answer, trying to act surprised. Kim is back at sucking my nipples and is now stroking my very erect cock.

“You heard me, and I think you like it!” she teases.

“Oh really, You think…” I start, but Kim cuts me off.

“Oh, you’re going to try to deny it? Look how hard you cock is! You got hard as soon as I said it!” she says in a domineering way. My cock jumps again in her hand again. I Maltepe Öğrenci Escort have secretly wanted my wife to make me a cocksucker and hear her call me that. “Uh huh, you like the idea, don’t you?!” she taunts.

“MMMMMMM….Oh, Kim, that feels so good!” I try to avoid answering. My cock is beginning to leak pre-cum. “Well, good luck on seeing that, I wish you the best.” I tell her.

“Well, Michael, I was hoping you could help me with that.” She answers.

“Really, how would I do that, do you want me to rent you a gay video?” I respond.

“Well we could start by watching some gay porn together, but I when I said I wanted to see two men together, I meant one of them to be you!” she adds. Kim continues to stroke me and it’s impossible to hide my excitement, but I try.

“What makes you think I would want to be a part of that?” I ask.

“Well, for one, you have to admit, you like eating your own cum, and two, you get turned on thinking about watching another man fuck me, so you’re open to being in the same room with another man who has a hard cock, and lastly, I just think you’d like to try cocksucking!” she finally adds.

“Well, I don’t know what gave you that idea, but for one, you want me to be the cocksucker and not the cocksuckee?” I ask, actually wanting nothing more than that.

“Michael, I want you to become a cocksucker for me! I want to see you suck another man’s hard cock. I want to watch as you lick a hard cock, and then watch it slide into your sexy mouth and see your cheeks draw in as you begin to suck… to hear your man lover moan as you suck… OH, baby, I am so wet right now thinking about it…please, baby, I want to see another man’s erect dick sliding back and forth in your lips – knowing soon you will be swallowing…..ooooooooohhhhhhh…. his sticky load!” Kim moans as she is getting off talking about her fantasy. Kim is pulling on my hard nipples and stroking my pre-cum coated erection. I reach down and slide my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Kim arches her back and groans in lust. I am shaking with lust.

“Oh, Kim, baby….I…I…” I moan.

“You like it when I call you cocksucker? You are turned on by sucking cock, aren’t you Michael? After years of eating your own cum, you’re ready to eat someone else’s aren’t you, honey?” she is cornering me. Kim continues playing with my nipples and stroking my cock.

“OH, Kim, I am so turned on…mmmmmm… please don’t stop!” I moan.

“You don’t want me to stop what… talking about watching you suck a cock? You like it, don’t you, Michael, you like me talking about you being turned into a faggot?” My own cock is leaking pre-cum all over Kim’s hand and running down her fingers. It helps make my cock slick as my wife continues to slowly stroke me and taunt me about becoming a cocksucker. Kim pulls her pre-cum coated hand off my cock.

“Oh, baby, please don’t stop, I’m so close….MMMMMMMM….please baby finish me off!” I beg.

“Tell me, Michael, do you want it? Will you? For me, baby? Will you do it? I know you want to try it!” Kim taunts me. I am so close it’s painful. My cock twitches and throbs, so desperate to explode.

“OH, KIM, please…!” I try one last time.

“Please what, Michael…I will let you lick up your pre-cum and then I will feed you your fresh sperm if you’ll admit it!” Kim guides. That’s the last of my strength, Kim knows that I love when she teases me about cum eating just before I cum.

“YES, honey, I want it, Make me, Kim, make me a cocksucker!” I groan. Kim grabs my throbbing cock with one hand and begins wiping her pre-cum soaked fingers across my lips. As I lick her fingers clean of my pre-cum, I go over the edge spurting thick ropes of cum straight up. Most of the cum lands on my chest and stomach and then coats my wife’s fingers and hand. Shortly after my orgasm, Kim begins to climax.(She was turned on by our little fantasy and discussion).

That began my 3 month journey ending in my wife watching me suck cock. It started with Kim and I renting some gay porn. We both decided that what turned us on the most was watching men sucking off men. During that time, we started advertising on the internet for bisexual males, or couples with a bi-male. Additionally, Maltepe Çıtır Escort Kim and I purchased a strap on dildo for her. It was a realistic, flesh colored, veined, dildo. Kim purchased a black leather strap on harness. Many nights were spent practicing on sucking her strap on. Kim began coaching and teaching me the finer points of cocksucking. We both wanted me to be an accomplished cocksucker for whoever would be enjoying my skills. I really began to want to suck cock. We finally found another couple who seemed to be a good fit. Kim had advertised that she wanted to see her bi-curious husband suck cock. This couple had fantasized about sex with another couple and both were bi-curious, but the husband was definitely the dominant type. This seemed to fit perfectly. I began hoping that I might get to see my sexy wife with another woman.

After many e-mails and sex discussions, we began sending pictures back and forth. Randy and Amy were both in their early thirties and were quite fit. They both lifted weights. Kim and I were in our late thirties, and both fit. My wife, Kim had a breast enlargement a couple of years ago. She was brunette, fit, 36 D tits, and was quite gorgeous. Amy was a natural red head, with massive breasts, 38E. Kim sent pictures of me eating my own cum and told Randy and Amy that I loved cum. Amy told Kim that Randy came in “buckets”. The pictures they sent showed that Randy had a huge erection. One last thing that Amy and Randy e-mailed was that they were turned on by a submissive, sissy cocksucker. Amy and Randy had fantasized about the man who would suck Randy’s cock would be wearing women’s sexy panties, and maybe stockings, garters and possibly lipstick. Kim really got off on that and so we began buying panties, stockings, garters, and make up for me. Kim practiced sissying me up before fucking my face with her strap on.

We finally agreed to meet in Chicago at the Hotel Intercontinental. We met for dinner on Friday night.

After a great meal, lots of great discussion and drinks, Randy said, “Well, why don’t we go up to your room and have another drink?” The ladies nervously giggled and we all went up to our hotel room. We had some champagne delivered and continued to talk.

After a few more drinks, Kim suggested that she and I go the to bathroom to ‘freshen up’. Kim helped me dress for the evening. Earlier in the day, Kim had me shave my entire body. She had me wear the red silk thong bikini panties, matching garter, red stockings, and then a silk red robe. Kim helped me put on a little eye makeup and then a thick coating of shiny red lipstick. After I was dressed, Kim snapped a few photos with our digital camera. When we opened the bathroom door, what we saw, caused my cock to stir in my panties.

Randy was sitting in the lounge chair. He was stripped down to a pair of leather briefs. Amy was stripped down to just a Hotel robe. Her massive tits barely contained in the terry cloth robe. Deep cleavage showed as she readied a digital camera on a tripod. Kim smiled at me and said, “Amy told me she would record the evening, so we had a permanent record of your first time.”

“Michael, why don’t you kneel down between Randy’s legs.” Amy choreographed. I kneeled down between his muscular thighs.

“Honey, why don’t you look up into his eyes and tell him what we want tonight. Ask Randy to fulfill our fantasy!” Kim demands.

“Randy, Kim wants to watch me suck your cock. I want it too. Would you allow us the privilege of having our fantasy?” I say.

“Michael look over into the camera and puck up.” Amy demands. I do it.

“Now, lick your lips sexily and while looking into the camera, beg to suck Randy’s cock!” Amy commands.

I lick my painted lips, and hungrily say, “Please Randy, I want to suck your big cock! Feed me, Randy, make me a cocksucker! Make me your cocksucker!” I pout.

“Oh, you sexy little faggot!” Kim groans and begins stripping down to her bra and panties.

I then turn to Randy and get busy fulfilling my fantasy. I first reach out and begin gently squeezing and stroking his leather clad manhood. The leather covered pouch grows and gets tighter and firmer as I touch it. Very quickly, Randy’s cockhead begins peaking from the Maltepe Elit Escort top of his leather briefs. Then more and more begins showing from the top of his briefs. As I stroke his manhood, his cockhead and shaft are now sticking out from the top of his briefs. At least 4 inches are straining against his flat, muscular, hairless stomach. I lean in and for the first time, my tongue tastes and begins licking another man’s hard flesh. I lick hungrily at Randy’s cockhead.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…that’s nice, baby!” I hear Randy moan. Then I pull his leather briefs down and pull them off his ankles leaving this hunk of a man reclining on the chair in front of me completely naked.

“Go, on, honey, do it, suck it! Be my cocksucker!” Kim orders. I lean back in, while kneeling and for the first time, feel another man’s throbbing cock slide into my mouth. I draw down on it, sucking hard as I begin licking it.

“OH God! YES! Baby, suck his cock! That’s it Michael, draw his load out!” Kim begs. I begin sucking and bobbing. Flicking my tongue, and sucking. I feel as Randy holds the back of my head.

“That’s it Randy, feed him, make him a cocksucker! He’s your bitch! It’s so kinky to watch this sissy suck your cock. Do it, baby!” Amy taunts.

I continue to suck and lick. Randy’s cock is huge, hot, soft, hard, and now slippery with my saliva. I can’t believe I waited so long to suck cock! It’s so good. “MMMMMMMMMMMMM….” I moan as I suck.

“I knew you’d love it, honey! Just wait until he feeds you his warm cum! You’re going to be eating another man’s sperm!” Kim taunts.

“Oh, YES! Kim, Oh, that’s so good! That’s it, suck them! Oh, bite my nipples! You slut! Yes!” Amy begins moaning as I suck her husband’s cock.

I stop sucking and turn and look as my wife Kim has her head buried in Amy’s huge tits. She is squeezing and sucking her nipples. I realize how hard my cock is as Randy grabs my head and pushes me back to his cock. I go back to sucking as I realize my wife is sucking another woman’s big tits. I go deeper and deeper on Randy’s hard cock. Randy then takes control, holding my head and thrusting his hips as I work to suck him off. After a good 15 minutes of cocksucking…the room is full of wet sucking and slurping sounds and men and women moaning. I begin tasting Randy’s pre-cum. He is flowing a constant and steady stream of pre-cum. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM….” I moan as I taste another man’s sweet, sweet pre-cum.

“Go on baby! Cum in that slut’s mouth! Fill it and make him eat it! He wants to swallow your load, baby. Make him do it. Make it messy for him, Randy!” Amy tells her husband.

I am sucking hard and flicking my tongue, when I feel Randy’s cock twitch, and then thick, hot sperm shoots to the back of my throat. I pull out until just the head of his cock remains in my mouth and begin swallowing Randy cum load. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Randy screams as he pumps my mouth full of his cum. Another hard spurt fills my mouth and I swallow. Another, swallow, another swallow, then Randy pulls out of my mouth and thick ropes of hot cum spurt across my nose, lips; and open mouth. He finishes cumming all over my face and then plants his still hard, cum covered cockhead back into my sucking lips.

I suck and clean his cock off with my tongue. Then as Randy pulls out I turn to look at my wife. FLASH! Kim is snapping picture after picture of her husband still on his knees with Randy’s cum all over my face.

“Lick it up, cocksucker!” Kim tells me.

After some more champagne, Randy and I watch as Kim sucks Amy tits and then I watch my wife eat Amy’s pussy to orgasm. Then I take digital photos as Randy uses his big cock and fucks my wife silly. After he cums inside her, I lay down as she sits on my face and I eat my second load of Randy’s cum – this time from inside my wife. Kim masturbates me into a glass while Randy and Amy watch and then I drink it while they cheer me on.

The night ends as Randy tit fucks his wife and cums all over Amy’s tits. They are literally covered with Randy’s thick cum. Kim and I then each take a breast and lick it clean. After Randy and Amy left our room, Kim and I kissed and cuddled until we drifted off to a very satisfied sleep.

On Saturday evening, we went to Randy and Amy’s room and while I watched, Kim made love to Amy and then while the girls watched, Randy sat on my chest and face fucked me. He even made me deepthroat his massive cock. The time, Amy and Kim got close up photos and video of Randy shooting thick strands of cum into my wide open mouth.

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It was weird making breakfast for myself in an apartment that wasn’t mine. Especially searching through Alex’s cupboards, drawers, and fridge. Normally, when you’re visiting someone, you hope they don’t notice that you’re snooping. But knowing they’ve given you permission kind of took the fun out of it.

A bowl of cereal in one hand and a doctored cup of coffee in the other, I settled on the couch with my legs tucked under me and turned on a home improvement show. I was glad I’d thrown in some sleep pants and a T-shirt so I didn’t have to sit around naked all day. As nice as that could be, bare skin on leather wasn’t always the best feeling long-term. Plus, it could get quite cold after a while if you weren’t being active, especially in winter. But I did go commando.

Whenever the show went to break, I glanced down the hallway toward where Alex was shut away in his office. I was half-tempted to knock on the door and ask how he was doing. Or even just go sit with him in silence. But he’d mentioned wanting to get as much done by lunch, so I decided I’d check on him at noon if he didn’t come out beforehand.

I normally wasn’t a clingy person. And I wasn’t into being a beck-and-call girl, either. A promising Dom had asked me to be that once, and I’d expressed my disinterest from the get-go. I was into consensual, monogamous, kinky sex; not sex-for-hire where I was paid with short-term companionship, but only when he wanted it. Needless to say, that relationship ended before it had began.

In this case, Alex and I hadn’t agreed on a 1950s Household relationship where I would wait on him hand and foot like a doting housewife, either. Some people got their kink that way. I got it. It just wasn’t for me. I had agreed to spend extended amounts of time…with him. And it was that last part that was missing right now: him. What was the purpose of being here if I was going to be by myself? I could do that in the comfort of my own home…and not have to worry if I made a mess, or looked like one.

Maybe my intuition had been right. Maybe I was too old for him. Especially, since he was still in school. He needed to dedicate his time to his classes. He had probably less than three months to finish this project before he graduated. I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—be a stumbling block to him. If I saw it getting to be that way…or it was obvious he just couldn’t fit me in, I’d walk away. Even he had admitted not knowing how long this would last. I prayed it wasn’t sooner than later.

Around quarter-after-eleven, the second bedroom door opened. But Alex just disappeared into the bathroom before returning to the makeshift office once he’d reemerged. By then, I had been working on my laptop for an hour, editing the latest romance story that had arrived in my P.O. box.

Once more, I stared down the hallway. Wanting to be with him while needing to let him work. When I couldn’t stop jumping my gaze to the clock on my laptop, I knew it was time for me, at least, to call it a day. Saving and closing the program, I powered down. I didn’t normally keep my work in the car, but last night after leaving the office, I’d been so preoccupied with meeting Alex that I’d forgotten to take everything inside. I was glad I’d kept it in the trunk since it gave me a way to occupy my time…while also being somewhat productive.

Now that it was silent again without the clacking of the keys on the laptop, I yawned. He could be tied up for another forty-five minutes. So I grabbed a throw blanket from the chest I found behind the couch— while snooping—and curled up on the cushions.

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I’d had erotic dreams before, but this one seemed more real. Especially when the guy with no face slowly and repeatedly brushed his fingers through my hair at my forehead. Which made me moan softly.

“Is that all I have to do to make you moan for me?” a voice whispered.

Blinking, I stared up at Alex’s face leaning over mine. His hand was hovering over my head, his fingers continuing the relaxing motions that also gave me shivers. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He patted my closed laptop on the coffee table beside where he sat across from me. “Watching porn wear you out?”

I shook my head, giggling. “Was working, myself. But couldn’t concentrate.”

“Mmm. Poor thing.” His thumb lingered on my skin on his next pass, sweeping itself across the smooth expanse below my hairline and above my eyebrows. “How was the nap?”

“Good, but too short.”

“Aww. I’m sorry.”

“I was just getting to the good part of a dream.”

“Oooh! Tell me all about it.”

“Well, it was more of being half-awake and thinking of that last picture you sent me. Imagining things.”

“Mmm. Yeah? Tell me more about what you were thinking while staring at my cock.”

I lowered my eyes, feeling the heat rush into my cheeks.

He stopped playing with my hair and moved his hand down to cup my jaw in a firm grip. “Mmm. Tell me, Little One.”

Keeping my gaze away from his, Kartal Olgun Escort I admitted, “Thinking how I’d react if you teased me. Barely touching me. Building my arousal but not giving me any respite. Like this morning.”

“Mmm. I would have you writhing, my cock sliding against your pussy lips or inside you just with the head.”

The heat intensified, and I shrunk a little away from him in embarrassment for some reason, even though he’d told me just last night that I should speak freely if there as something I wanted. Because what I’d felt—desired—wasn’t just in a dream. “What I was actually imagining has nothing to do with either parts of our body. More like using your hands and mouth on the rest of me…”

“Mmm. Now that, I can get behind… But I’ll definitely have you tied and helpless so all you can do is squirm and gasp.”

“Exactly.” And then I did what he’d said as I thought of him tying me up.

“Mmm. Nipples clamped up, teasing your thighs and sides with my fingers. My mouth ravaging your neck.”

Goosebumps prickled my arms and legs like firecrackers being set up despite the blanket still wrapped around me. I barely breathed, “Uh…yes…that.”

“Mmm. Your hands bound above your head, a chest harness on you.”

I scrunched up my nose. “Don’t know what that is.”

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, tapped and swiped at the screen, then turned it to me.

The whimper that I released at the sight of the ropes intertwined around a woman’s breasts and shoulders like an elaborate halter top came out weak and needy.

Alex chuckled softly. “Yes?”

I nodded.

“Mmm. You want?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice rough now.

“Why?”

I tried to speak, but my mouth was so dry. I forced down a swallow and licked at my lips, but it didn’t really help. “Because you want it, Sir.”

His grin widened.

“And it looks very beautiful.”

“Mmm. I’m sure it would look heavenly on you.”

I smiled dreamily at him. I’m sure he was right.

“Mmm. God, I want to tie you every which way. I need to get new rope.”

“Yes, I know. And that gives me goosebumps.”

“What I want to give you is rope marks.”

“Marking me as yours. Yes, Sir.”

“Even the morning after, I want them on your skin.”

“And you can soothe my wounds.”

He put the phone away and leaned closer. “With kisses.”

I tilted my head back, and he pressed his lips to mine.

“Cutie,” he whispered when he pulled back.

I chased after him, kissing softly. Then I captured his bottom lip with my teeth for a moment, growling softly before releasing him.

A richer growl echoed mine. “You, tease.”

“Yes, Sir, I am.”

“Mmm. Good to see you admit it now.” He nibbled on my lip now. Deeping the kiss, luring my tongue into his mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped when I was free. “I’m your tease.”

“Mmm. Good girl.”

“I dreamt of something I’m thinking of using for the story I sent you. The main character finally has his conquest in bed.”

His mouth moved up my jaw, his breath and tongue tickling around my ear. “Hit me with it.”

“It’s just two lines. ‘I touched my lips against the dip just above her waist on her backside. Eased my tongue out, barely touching her skin with the tip.’ Not sure where it will go from there, but—”

“Fuck! I love it. I want you now.” Alex sucked on my earlobe with a snarl.

I could only gasp, reaching out to clutch at his shoulder.

“You want a tongue down your back, Little One? Like your character?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Yes, Sir.”

“That is totally doable.” He trailed back to my mouth, kissing me sensually. Then, with a soft peck at my lips, he stood and said, “But I want some lunch first.”

Once more, I stared at his departing backside as I was left wanting in a reclining position.

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I had half-expected our lunch to be Ramen noodles. Standard college student fare or the like. I slapped a hand across my mouth when he actually pulled out a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese then started a pot of water to boil.

He dropped his jaw at me from where he stood at the stove. “What, you got something against a classic lunch? It’s not just for kids.”

I leaned back against the counter and crossed my arms, refusing to say aloud that he was closer to being a kid than I was. Then I grinned. “Do you have hotdogs?”

“Top drawer in the fridge.”

I blinked at him. “I was only joking.”

“I’m not. Help yourself.” He turned his back to me. After a moment, his hips swayed, and I heard him humming something unfamiliar.

I couldn’t help myself. I quietly sauntered up to him, rocking side to side until I matched his rhythm. Then I rested my hands on his hips, keeping time with him to whatever song he was thinking about in his head.

At his low moan, I pressed my lips to the back of his neck. His head dropped, and a deep sigh escaped. I could feel him tremble slightly beneath my fingers when I raised them to stroke Kartal Sarışın Escort his arms below the sleeves of his shirt.

His humming faded away until it ceased. The only sounds now were his heavier breathing and the bubbling of the water in the pot after he’d added the noodles. His hips switched to pressing backwards, my side-to-side movements creating a grinding motion.

We stayed like that—me behind him, holding him, both of us moving in opposition to each other—until he whispered that he had to drain the noodles.

Neither of us spoke while he finished preparing the meal. I grabbed bowls and forks from where I’d located dishes and silverware for breakfast. After he dished up our helpings and grabbed us two glasses of milk, we sat at the dining room table.

I kept my eyes down, staring through the glass. Watching his bare feet that toed at the carpet. Wondering if he was nervous. I took a big bite of the pasta, my mind on our conversation before he’d derailed the hot tamale train to appease his other appetite, and moaned loudly.

“Good, isn’t it?”

“God, yes,” I moaned again, chewing and slowly swallowing. I hadn’t eaten this for a meal in years. I’d forgotten how good it was. He was right. Adults could enjoy it, too.

“You keep moaning like that, I’m going to have to do something about it. And then I’ll have to do something about the fact that you interrupted my lunch. And I really like mac and cheese. So best just keep your noises off and finish your food.”

I stared at him across the table, my fork raised halfway to my mouth with more noodles.

He kept his head down—his eyes down— but I could see a smirk creeping up a little at the sides with each forkful of food he ate.

I continued to eat, myself, though I was also imagining all the ways he’d ‘do something’ about my moans…and then punish me for messing up his lunchtime.

“Here,” he said after several minutes of silence. He held out a folded sheet of paper, trying to open it with one hand by flicking his wrist up and down. It did nothing but make a racket.

I stifled a giggle and took the offering, using both hands to flatten it. Then I looked up at him.

He wasn’t watching me, but he said, “I got a little distracted in my office. A hot, naked woman in his bed can do that to a guy.”

I raised an eyebrow and the corner of my mouth but said nothing.

He shrugged. “It’s just something I threw together. Maybe you can use it in a story someday.”

I took a swallow of milk to wash down the last bite of my lunch and read the short missive to myself.

***

Her knees buckled. Just for a moment, perhaps, but they still buckled. A moment of weakness that coaxed a smirk to his lips. Crossing the room in four long strides, he was right behind her, pausing just inches away to let her feel the heat radiating off of his body against the curve of her ass and legs.

“Need something, Little One?”

She tugged at the ropes bending her over her desk, trying in vain for what felt like the thousandth time to pull free as his hands caressed their way up her thighs. Again, the ropes stubbornly refused to give, his hands distracting her from trying again as she clenched her fists, whimpering against her will.

“I-I have n-no idea what you’re talking about!”

She sighed as his hand reached between her legs, only to whimper in disappointment as it did nothing but trace a path around the vibrator buzzing on her clit. Neglecting to free her from her torment, he scooped up a drop of arousal and traced it over her lips. Her tongue, unbidden, flicked out and over it, body relaxing at the taste, forgetting her resistance for just a moment. In that instant of weakness, his lips were by her ear, smiling their delicious threat and making her shiver like they always did.

“Oh, I think you do. And we’re just getting started.”

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I gulped down the rest of my milk, squirming a little in my chair.

“What do you think?”

I shot my head up…and noticed him watching me, his arms folded on the table. “It-it’s um…”

“No good?”

“Oh, on the contrary…” I lowered my gaze. “It’s hot as hell. Fuck…”

Alex chuckled. “So now you know a little of what goes on in my head. I’m sure it needs some proofreading. Tweaking. Nothing you can’t handle, Ms. Editor.”

“No…no…that would be easy.” I skimmed through the words typed on the sheet. Licking my lips while imagining each and every detail being done to me…by him. “It’s mostly point of view. Some punctuation. I think the hardest part would be not coming while writing what happened before this…where it leads.”

“Whenever I’ve dabbled in writing erotica, I can get major sex parts just fine. The rest? The technical aspects…tying those pieces into the rest of the story? That has always a challenge for me.”

I set the paper aside with a trembling hand and picked up my glass. Remembered it was empty. Set it back down but still kept my hand wrapped around it. Grounding me. “Oh, I’m sure the before and Kartal Şişman Escort after scenes would be just as easy if given the time to ponder on them.”

“You’ve been very patient this morning, Emma.”

The sound of my name on his lips sent flutters through my stomach. I lifted my eyes to see him rising. Slowly rounding the table. Taking my free hand in his and lifting it. The rest of my body rose, as though he had commanded me aloud to stand.

Not breaking our eye contact, he turned my hand over and lightly pressed his lips against the heel. The tip of his tongue touched my palm in several spots. And then he kissed the inside of my wrist. Only then did he look away. He gently moved my arm outward while he continued upwards. Kissing. Licking. Teasing and arousing at the same time until he reached the inside of my elbow.

I gasped at the fierceness in his eyes when they slid back up to catch my gaze. And my throat expelled a soft groan at the feeling of his fingers lacing through mine. Tugging gently.

As though in a daze, I followed him out of the kitchen area. Down the hall. Into his bedroom.

“Don’t look away, Little One,” he whispered, helping me sit down on the side of the bed.

I nodded, my tongue wetting my lips. Then a whimper broke free as he released my hand, crossed his arms, and yanked his T-shirt over his head in one fell swoop.

Oh, God. It was so hard to keep my eyes on his face. I so badly wanted to take him in again. All of him. I had to bite my lip. It did little to quell the tiny spasms within my pussy. Especially when I could hear him releasing his jeans moments before they plopped to the floor. And I saw him stoop slightly, probably to remove his boxers.

He was standing naked before me, and I couldn’t look at him. Damnit. Damn him.

My breath hitched when he leaned toward me and pulled my shirt up and over my head, providing a brief reprieve from his constant stare. A chance to close my eyes and take a deep breath before we were face to face again.

I heard his moan at revealing I was braless. And again when he positioned my arms behind me so I was resting back on my elbows and forearms, tugged on the waistband of my sleep pants until I lifted my hips, and drew my bottoms downward exposing my pussy, sans panties.

“Naughty girl.” His whisper tickled my bared breasts, my nipples tightening. His gaze dipped down for a second then returned to mine. “I always like a sweet dessert after a comforting lunch. Don’t you?”

A small shriek left my lips at the feeling of his fingertips stroking my mound. I just nodded, biting my lip again. Harder. Trying to remain focused on his eyes. Which was hard in and of itself because he knelt down beside the bed and gently parted my knees.

I was still leaning back on my arms, staring at him down the valley between my breasts, which were starting to heave. My eyelids fluttered—threatened to close—when he leaned forward, our gazes still locked. And when the tip of his tongue touched the top of my pussy? My neck had never hurt so much from trying to keep my head upright.

In no time, I was panting, fingers clenching and releasing at the bedsheets. And all Alex was doing was running his tongue back and forth across my mound. Not touching my clit, not delving any deeper than the surface.

He abandoned me briefly. I felt him stack pillows behind my back and neck, which was a huge relief to have the support. But then he was right back between my legs, leisurely tasting my skin. Driving me insane.

I don’t know how long he teased. How he managed to keep eye contact with me. How I kept it with him. Occasionally, he ran the flat of his tongue along the length of my pussy. But again, it was surface-level only. I felt wet within the folds of my pussy from arousal, as well as outside from his saliva and the heat of his breath.

Fingers touched my hips, making me jerk. Then they stroked. Just like his tongue continued to do.

I trembled, tampering down my moans. It wasn’t until I finally let out a whimper that he finally added some pressure. That his tongue touched my clit. My legs started to close, but he was ready with his hands under my thighs and pushed up and outward. Which spread my pussy wider, too.

The heat of his breath then the lightest touch of his tongue across my newly-exposed skin was the linchpin. I couldn’t stop the deep moan from rising up…or my head from dropping back into the pillows. The latter broke our eye contact, and I knew I would probably be punished, but I didn’t care. Because all I felt after that was pure bliss.

For the longest time, it was just his tongue. Gently seeking out the spots that made me gasp and writhe. Lapping up evidence of my arousal. Eventually teasing and penetrating my most sensitive and private place. All while his hands massaged my thighs.

At some point, he moved my left calf to rest over his shoulder and added his finger to the mix. Stroking. Teasing. Making me growl when it was inserted slowly…deeply. Then he was thrusting it, his knuckles bumping my ass while his mouth sucked and nibbled on my clit.

“Fuck!” I screeched.

With the position of my arms behind me, and the way he’d propped up my legs, I couldn’t arch my back or hips. I was literally bent in a V-shape. At his mercy. I felt bound, and he hadn’t even used ropes.

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For those of you who have not read any of my previous adventures let me quickly summarize. I am a 5’7″ man who enjoys crossdressing, exhibitionism and public sex of all kinds. Due to my size, I can make myself into a passable and attractive woman when I put time into my makeup.

While I enjoy sex with all genders I do prefer cis women. I like to relate my true stories of the wild times I’ve had satisfying all my fetishes.

I had been living in a large city on the west coast and had recently met an attractive man that I was casually hooking up with. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome with enough muscle and definition to make him stand out. Neither of us were interested in a relationship but had met in a bar and after a few hook ups had learned that we shared a strong fetish for exhibitionism and sex in public.

I began scoping out the best way to make our fantasy become a reality. I always take my time and ensure that the risk involved in satisfying my fetish has the biggest return possible and is done in the safest possible manner. Careful preparation has allowed me to enjoy my proclivities for years without any negative repercussion.

After careful planning I had come across what seemed to be the perfect set up. I had stumbled across a public pool that had a morning event that allowed people to exercise and sunbath before the pool opened to the general public at 11. I noticed that it was very sparsely filled during this time period as I suppose most people were at work. What really drew my attention though was that at the far corner of the pool area, an attractive young woman of 18 or 19 laid out to sunbath every day. She looked to be of Hispanic descent and had long flowing black hair that was offset with a body that wet dreams are made of. All the positives of the Hispanic build without any of the negatives that age might bring in. Just a tight glistening fantasy of soft hair, smooth tanned skin, bountiful breasts sweeping into a tight waist and then out into soft rounded hips.

What was best for my purposes is that corner that she laid in was right up against the fence that encircled the entire pool area and was mostly hidden from view by bushes that had been planted in sections around the fence line.

I had long had a top fantasy that I wanted to experience but it required another Kurtköy Türbanlı Escort participant along with me and I had yet to find the right one. Now as luck would have my tall, dark and handsome casual hook up had many of my same fetishes. When I shared the details of what I was planning he was more than willing to go along…actually the swelling in his shorts followed immediately by him bending me over and pounding a load deep inside me would say he was most willing!

After checking the weather forecast, I planned our event to be in two days. I spent the two days of waiting in preparation and horny anticipation. I had committed to myself that I would not cum for the entire two days but wait until the experience. To make the waiting period and build up even more intense, I spent hours of each day masturbating right at the brink of orgasm. I leaked out what seemed gallons of precum that I wiped up and licked off my fingers doing my best to not waste one delicious drop.

Finally, the morning of the bid day arrived. I started with a hot shower of exfoliating body scrub and then carefully ensured my entire body was as hairless as possible. Outside of my eyebrows and head, I had not one hair. After getting my body as smooth as possible, I coated it with a liberal amount of shiny body lotion so that it looked like I was sparkling in the light.

With my body ready, I began the preparation to turn myself from a diminutively sized man into an attractive and statuesque woman. I carefully applied my make up and then topped it off with a long wavy wig of blond hair with streaks of darker highlights. Sliding silky thigh highs up my legs caused my cock to quickly grow to its full 8″ of throbbing potential. Already streams of precum were oozing out and dripping with a smack on the tiled floor. I had settled on an ultra short school girl skirt that was short enough to show the bottoms of my ass cheeks if I didn’t pull it down low on my hips. Breast forms followed by a crisp white school girl shirt tied in a knot under my c cup breast forms topped off the look.

Checking myself in the mirror, I saw looking back at me the vision of slutty school girl but with an obvious tenting of her skirt. I packed my purse with lube and essentials and slid into my black Louboutin heels. I was so turned on that I could Kurtköy Otele Gelen Escort feel my heart beating in my rock hard throbbing cock. Just as I was fighting the battle to start stroking it, my phone sounded with a message letting me know my friend had arrived. Positioning my pursed strategically in front of my cock allowed me to walk out to the car without turning heads for the wrong reason.

My friend was wearing as I had instructed, simple basketball shorts and a tank top. I had chosen these for the ease of removal.

We drove to the pool and parked. As I exited the car, I taped an old temporary registration tag over top of the license plate so that if someone saw the plate they wouldn’t be able to track the car. This particular state had not yet adopted the unique temporary tag but had all applied for registrations on an applied for permit.

As we walked over to the pool area, I could see that my tanned fantasy was as typical lying under the sun in her usual spot. With the bushes hiding us we were able to get to within a couple feet of her spot. Another step and a small break in the bushes would make us visible to her.

My friend peeled off his tank top and I reached out and pulled his shorts down while I settled myself comfortable on my knees in front of him. His cock was already rising to the occasion and even though only half hard giving a loud announcement of what it would look like at its full thick 9″ of glory. As he grew, the foreskin of his pulsing meat began to slowly retract back allowing more and more of his glorious mushroom head to be exposed. With a silent moan, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

His meat jumped and throbbed in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around him before beginning to tighten my mouth and slide up and down his manhood. I could already taste the first sweet droppings of precum and he quickly rose to full erection. Suctioning him in and out I took more and more of his throbbing cock with each descent. I could now feel him hitting the back of my throat so I took a big gulp and swallowed him down into my throat. His trimmed pubes rubbed against my stretched lips as spit ran out from around his cock and ran down my chin.

Reaching down I pulled my skirt high enough to expose my entire smooth shaven groin. My cock was rock Kurtköy Ucuz Escort hard and seemed to bounce up and down with each beat of my heart. A line of precum was streaming out of its swollen head creating a line to the ground and the puddle it was creating there.

As I began stroking my cock up and down I devoured his cock. Soon my up and down strokes synced in timing with his tasty cock sliding in and out of my mouth. We had arranged that when were close to orgasm we would warn each other so that the next step in the plan could happen. With good fortune on our side, we both look at each other simultaneously with the I’m going to cum look.

Now was the time. We silently slid over so that we came out from behind the bush coverage. Picture if you will a hot attractive young woman with a slutty looking passable crossdresser deep throating a well built and well hung man just a foot away separated only by a chain link fence. As close as we were, I could see that her eyes were closed so she had not yet seen us.

I was in a squatting position now with my skirt pulled up and stroking my rock hard erection vigorously. My friend in front of me as I pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth.

We both were so close. I could feel my cum churning in my balls and taste the non stop leak of delicious precum in my mouth. All I had to do was get her to look.

I moaned loudly and slurped his cock with as much spit and energy as possible. The loud moan accompanied by the wet smacking sound of saliva coated cock sliding in and out of a tight mouth startled her to action. She sat up and twisted around to see what the noise had been.

Her sharp intake of air triggered us both. My cock began spurting days of edged built up cum. Cum blasted out covering the short distance between us and coating the fence. One of my first initial spurts was even strong enough to make the distance to splatter on her hand that she was using to brace herself in a seated position.

As planned my friend pulled his imposing cock out of my mouth and began stroking it furiously. I opened my mouth as he began to explode. Shot after shot of steaming hot thick cum spurted into my mouth and coated my face. I think he must’ve shot at least 10 shots of cum. My mouth was full, my face coated and strands of pearly white cum were dripping out of my hair.

Shock obviously had taken control of the young girls because she didn’t move a muscle. She just sat with her mouth open in shock watching the entire event.

We quickly got ourselves together and left the area. I’m left now with the memories of my all time top fantasy becoming a reality.

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Andrianna reached out and grabbed a huge bundle of my long, blonde hair and pulled on it. With my blonde tresses in her iron grip, she controlled my body and she bent me over, awkwardly from the waist.

“Turn her around,” Jessica called out, “If you’re going to force her to bend over, you need to have her buttocks facing the crowds! You’re not going to get any bids for her if you don’t show off her naughty bits!”

Andrianna then cruelly pulled at my long hair and forced me to turn around so my naked butt was facing Jessica and her camera. Jessica snapped off about a dozen photos, and then Jessica shouted to Andrianna, telling her to mark up my buttocks some more.

It didn’t take more than a second or two before I felt five or six stinging blows across my naked buttocks. My bottom was already sore, so these sudden, painful assaults on my bare skin hurt even more than they would have otherwise.

“How’s that?” Andrianna asked.

My eyes were screwed shut tightly, and my back was turned to Jessica, but I could hear the sound of her camera snapping more photos, so I’m assuming she liked what she saw.

“She needs to spread her legs apart further than that,” Jessica complained, “The people who are bidding on her intend to use her for sex. She’s a sex slave. They want to see the pink nether lips she’s got between those long, beautiful legs. You’ve got to put it on display for the crowds.”

Then I felt Andrianna’s whip prodding insistently at my inner thighs, and she said, “C’mon, slave-girl! Spread those sexy legs for me! Show the crowd your money maker!”

I groaned at the crude way I was being spoken to, but I shifted my feet apart until I was certain my pubic lips were indecently on view.

Then I felt Andrianna’s fingers tighten their grip on my hair, causing me to let out a girlish gasp and then she said, “Is that the furthest you can spread your legs? Come on! I was told you were flexible!”

My wrists were bound behind my neck, and Andrianna was forcing my head down by pulling on my hair. It’s not easy to be graceful or coordinated when you’re in a position like this, but I followed Andrianna’s orders and tried to spread my legs apart even further, without losing my balance.

“Much better,” Jessica enthused, and then I heard her camera snapping away, taking more photos of my lewdly exposed, naked body.

Of course, a real slave auction wouldn’t end after just one pose, so Jessica made certain that I was forced to position my body in a number of other humiliating poses as well.

For instance, I was forced to face the camera and kneel, with my knees spread extraordinarily far apart. Then, to focus even more attention on my pubic lips I was made to arch my spine so my tits were sticking straight up and the back of my skull was touching the wooden surface of the stage. It was an awkward and difficult position to hold, but Jessica wanted me to pose like that because it put my swollen pubic lips blatantly on display.

And to add an additional tinge of eroticism to the scene, Andrianna held her whip above my breasts, as if threatening to whip them. And as I thought about it, the auctioneer probably would have to threaten a slave with some sort of painful punishment to get them to willingly position their naked body into such a lewd, indecent and vulnerable pose in front of a crowd of horny medieval peasants.

And then, much to Jessica’s delight, Andrea brushed the dangling leather thongs from her whip across my bared breasts and swollen nipples. My nipples were swollen and hypersensitive, and I moaned as the whip was lightly stroked across the erect, distended flesh of my vulnerable nipples.

“You see?” Jessica asked, “That is exactly the sort of thing a crowd of drunken, medieval onlookers are expecting to see when they show up at a slave auction!”

“Hey, shouldn’t you have hired some more models to play the part of a medieval crowd?” Andrea asked, “You just hired the three of us. There won’t be any photos of the people who are bidding on her.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” Jessica countered, “About twelve months back I hired a few dozen unemployed actors to dress up in medieval garb and shout and jostle each other as if they were engaged in a fierce bidding war against each other. I’ve got over four-hundred photos of the people who are bidding on her.”

“That’s sneaky,” Andrea said.

“That’s cost effective,” Jessica countered.

Eventually I was allowed to un-arch my back, and raise my head up. Then Andrianna grabbed me by my long, blonde hair and yanked on it and pulled my up until I was standing again.

“Next we should tie her up between those two poles,” Jessica said, “Spread eagle is a classic bondage pose. It exposes a woman’s naked charms better than almost any other pose in history. We’ll stop the shoot for a few minutes, while we change Cheryl from one type of bondage to another.”

So, Jessica set down her camera, and she and Bostancı Anal Escort Diana made their way up onto the stage with me. Diana released me from my wrist shackles and pointed to the two wooden poles that I was to be bound between.

Each pole was about seven feet tall and about as thick as a telephone pole. The surface of each pole was far smoother than a telephone pole (almost as if they’d been sanded down smooth), but no less thick or solid. I found myself wondering how they got something so big and heavy situated on this wooden stage.

Jessica and Diana produced ropes and industriously went about the task of binding my wrists and ankles far apart, so I could be photographed in spread-eagle bondage.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before lots of times,” Diana assured me as she helped Jessica tie my ankles and wrists helplessly far apart, “I know how to tie a woman without cutting off her blood circulation or leaving any serious-looking rope burns.”

“Glad to hear it,” I responded, simultaneously feeling both scared and sexually aroused.

When Diana and Jessica completed their task of making me helpless, I was bound with my arms and legs forming an X-shape. I somehow managed to feel even more naked while bound and spread-open like that.

I pulled on the ropes, with all the strength in my arms just to test the strength of the ropes and realized I couldn’t possibly get loose. I tried the same thing with my legs, pulling against the ropes, attempting to close my legs together, but for all my painstaking struggles, all I managed to accomplish was a sharp feeling of chafing on my wrists and ankles and working up a considerable sweat.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” Andrianna asked, “I can’t really pose her if she’s bound hand and foot like that.”

“Use your whip,” Jessica said helpfully, “The whip is an attention-getter. Wherever you point it, the eyes of the audience will follow. Use it to draw the eyes of the crowd to her most marketable assets.”

In my mind, I translated marketable assets into breasts, thighs, nipples and vulva. Of course, some bidders would also be interested my buttocks, but the way I was tied, my buttocks wouldn’t be visible to any of the bidders in the crowd.

At first, Andrianna used the handle of the whip. She placed it underneath my chin and applied pressure, forcing me to raise my head up. For some reason, this made me feel even more helpless, and my breathing became more ragged. Tears had been welling up in my eyes since I had been forced to walk up onto the stage, and I could feel one hot tear slowly slide down the smooth, warm skin of my face.

“Open your mouth,” Andrianna suggested, “Both men and women can get a lot of pleasure out of a mouth like that.”

With Andrianna still pushing the handle of her whip into the underside of my jaw, I licked my lips and opened my mouth in a gesture that I hoped looked suggestive and erotic.

“Beautiful,” Jessica shouted enthusiastically as she snapped away with her camera and took a multitude of pictures of my helpless, marketable nudity.

Next Andrianna placed her whip underneath my bare breasts, and used it to raise my breasts up higher, calling attention to them, and making them far more noticeable.

Even before Andrianna began to physically manipulate my breasts, I had already felt flushed, my heart rate was elevated, and there was a wet throbbing in my loins. When she began to play with my bare breasts for the camera, my heart seemed to beat even faster and my entire body was permeated with an erotic tingly feeling.

“That’s good,” Jessica said, as she ejected one roll of film from her camera and inserted a new roll, “But try using your hands next. And lift them up even higher. No! Don’t stand in front of her! Stand behind her and manipulate her boobs with your hands!”

Once Andrianna had clear instructions from Jessica, she performed well. She stood intimately close behind me, her own boobs pressing into my back and took possession of my breasts with her hands. When she cupped my breasts, the throbbing in my feverish, naked body intensified, and I made a gasping sound.

“Okay, lift them up,” Jessica told Andrianna, like you’re offering them up as a gift! Now, squeeze them like they’re fruit at the market, and you’re checking to see how fresh they are! Now, knead them like bread!”

Andrianna manipulated my captive breasts with her enterprising hands, shamelessly fondling, grasping, cupping, pinching and mauling them. Jessica seemed to be happy with the brash, indecent way Andrianna groped my defenseless boobs, and kept snapping photos of the entire lewd episode with great enthusiasm.

Without meaning to, I responded to the way Andrianna’s bold, self-confident hands took possession of my breasts. I had a strong submissive streak, and when a strong woman like Andrianna played with my naked body like it was a toy for her to possess and maul and shamelessly Bostancı Yaşlı Escort explore with her hands, it triggered my libido and sent my pulse racing.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Andrianna whispered into my ear, as she cupped my breasts firmly in her hands and brushed her thumbs repeatedly against the undersides of my swollen nipples. With the extraordinary things she was doing to my body, it was almost impossible to answer. My body was throbbing with intense sexual need, and it seemed all I could do was moan and pant and gasp.

“Oh God, yes,” I finally managed to respond, but my voice was so weak it was barely audible. I barely even recognized the voice as my own, it sounded so weak and plaintive.

Andrianna then began to roll my distended, sensitive nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, making me moan even louder.

“I’ve worked with models like you before,” Andrianna assured me, still whispering into my ear, “I know exactly what you need.”

“Jessica,” Andrianna called out, “Do you think it would invigorate the crowd, if the slave was finger-fucked by the auctioneer and brought to a screaming orgasm?”

My face burned hot with embarrassment at the very suggestion, and Jessica seemed too surprised by the question to answer at first.

“Maybe,” Jessica finally replied, “I wasn’t planning on anything that sexually overt when I began this project, but it might just be an improvement over my original concept. Cheryl, how do you feel about it. Would you be willing to have an orgasm on camera, while you’re up there?”

I was emotionally divided. Half of me was shocked and appalled at the idea. Being fucked by Andrianna’s strong, brazen fingers while I was naked and helpless, seemed too much like rape. And with Jessica and the small audience of her employees watching the whole thing, made it even more embarrassing. It would be a type of public humiliation, and I felt that I should object.

However, the other half of me, found the idea of being helpless, naked, publicly humiliated and sexually molested by Andrianna’s strong fingers to be delicious and, and a dark, shameful, sexual temptation that I couldn’t object to. If I passed up on this delicious humiliation, I’d regret it later.

“I think it’s a good idea,” I shouted down to Jessica, “If the people in the crowd are buying a sex-slave, that means they’ll be planning on having sex with her. Bringing her to an orgasm before they buy her, is almost like taking test drive before buying a car.”

I almost couldn’t believe I said that. I was comparing human trafficking to car sales. Of course, what I was really thinking about, was how shamelessly wanton it felt to be outdoors, stark naked and tied helpless, spread eagle with all these people looking at me. There was a feverish turbulence in my loins, and I just wanted someone to tend to it. I didn’t care overly much how it looked in the photos, I mostly just wanted the desperate, throbbing need in my loins to reach its inevitable conclusion.

“Alright then,” Jessica replied, “Andrianna set your whip down and kneel behind Cheryl. Reach one hand over Chery’s thigh to grab her vulva and pry her labia apart, and then use your other hand to finger Cheryl’s genitals from behind.”

I could feel Andrianna’s hot breath on my hip as she attempted to get her hands into proper position. She had to make several attempts at it, as she didn’t understand Jessica’s vision at first. But, when she finally got it right, and she thrust her fingers into my sex, I gasped and the orgasm that had been building strength inside of me suddenly burst forth and my whole body writhed and convulsed as my loins erupted in overwhelming libidinous rapture.

I panted, and yanked my head from side to side as my entire body shook and thrashed around in an uncontrollable frenzy. By the time my body stopped writhing in wanton ecstasy, my entire body was glistening with sweat.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Jessica said flatly.

“You really needed that, didn’t you?” Andrianna asked sweetly, and I nodded to her in agreement.

“That happened too fast,” Jessica complained, “I got maybe seven photos out of that entire orgasm, and probably only three are good enough for publication.”

“Sorry,” I said timidly.

“It makes for a sloppy ending, if we just end it right there,” Jessica complained, “It’s choppy and awkward.”

“Um, it doesn’t have to end there,” I opined. I was feeling guilty for climaxing so quickly and wanted to offer Jessica a solution to her problem.

“What are you suggesting?” Jessica asked, her eyes intense.

“We could do a second orgasm,” I suggested, “We’ll plan this one out, so that the buildup to climax takes longer, and that way you’ll be able to take way more photos.”

Jessica raised both eyebrows surprisingly high and asked, “You’re good to go again?”

“Yes,” I responded softly.

“So soon? Right Bostancı Zenci Escort after the loud, dramatic orgasm you just had?” she asked dubiously.

I took a deep breath, let out a sigh and said, “My libido has been on a slow boil all day long today. I could probably have three more explosive orgasms like that before I go home.”

“Jesus,” Jessica exclaimed, “Alright, we’ll do a second orgasm. This one we’ll plan our more carefully and methodically. I want this one to last a while, so I get dozens of photos from beginning to end.”

Jessica was careful and methodical the second time, which meant that I was up there, bound spread eagle for about twenty minutes while Jessica talked out the details with Andrea, Andrianna, Diana and me, making certain that we all understood what role we were supposed to play, and what was expected of us, before anybody so much as touched my wet, needy sex again.

The plan that was eventually agreed to was highly erotic, and cruel enough that it definitely had the dark, forbidden sexual thrill that I always associated with BDSM.

Andrea was told to kneel down behind me and take her whip and attempt to insert it handle-first into my still-dripping sex.

Diana offered to fetch a bottle of lubricant for Andrea, however I was so soaking wet, Andrea didn’t think that there was any point. Diana went and got the bottle anyway. She was full of energy, and wanted to help in any way she could.

Andrea coated the handle of her whip with generous amounts of lube and positioned her leather probe directly under my pubic lips. It was just touching my bare flesh just ever so slightly, and I moaned in anticipation of the inevitable, when I would be impaled on the very large, phallic-looking whip handle.

Andrianna was behind me, and Jessica snapped a few photos of the three of us as Andrea positioned her phallic device just beneath my loins, and Andrianna reached her arms around my torso and cupped my breasts. Andrianna toyed with my bare, vulnerable breasts, teasing them, and expertly stimulated each nerve. When she tired of teasing, she squeezed them painfully hard, making me whimper. Of course, I was the sort of person that had a tendency to get aroused by physical pain and sexual abuse, as a result, it wasn’t long before Andrianna’s strong, cruel fingers had me panting, and feverish with arousal once again.

When I was panting, and could feel that my exposed sex was wet and throbbing, Andrea was given the order to thrust the phallic end of her whip up into my defenseless sheath.

Andrea used her free hand to part my labia and allow her massive, leather invader entrance. I squirmed and struggled as best I could, but it was little more than performance art. I had been bound extremely well, and could barely move a muscle. Squirming just made the photoshoot more erotic and interesting.

Jessica had Andrea thrust the massive thing deeper and deeper into my sheath, making me gasp and whimper. April wasn’t really into penetrating me with sex toys, and I had no idea what it was like to be impaled on something so massive. How much could I actually take? I had no real idea, but Jessica and Andrea seemed intent on testing my limits.

Andrea impaled me on her leather beast until it went in as far as it could go, and I was totally filled. But, Andrea didn’t stop there, she continued to force the massive thing even deeper into my delicate orifice and I ended up on the balls of my feet in an attempt to ease the strain that I was feeling deep inside my intimate passage. “Alright! Enough! I can’t take any more!” I cried in genuine distress. “I guess that’s enough,” Jessica called out, and Andrea eased up somewhat. I was still deeply impaled on her leather phallus, but it no longer felt like she was going to rupture me and split me in two.

I had been so intent on the possibility that Andrea might hurt me by shoving her massive phallic device deep into my tiny pleasure cleft, that I had almost completely forgotten about Andrianna. However, Andrianna hadn’t forgotten about me, and she reminded me of her presence by cupping my breasts. My arms were bound far apart and high over my head, so I was helpless to stop her. My body was very responsive, and I moaned as she toyed with my nipples, teased them and stroked them until they were swollen, throbbing and standing at rigid attention.

“Her nipples are darker and more prominent when they’re swollen like that,” Jessica said, “It’s the sort of thing that would draw the attention of the crowds.”

“And what if I were to whip her breasts?” Andrianna asked, “If making her nipples redder would grab the attention of the crowds, what do you suppose would happen if I were to make her entire breasts redder?”

“An excellent idea,” Jessica said, with way too much enthusiasm, “Could you handle that, Cheryl? Some of the photos your agent sent me showed you with whipped breasts.”

Whipped breasts hurt far more than a whipped ass, however Jessica was correct. My breasts had been whipped before, and I knew I was capable of handling it.

“Just don’t break the skin,” I said to the photographer.

“You heard the lady,” Jessica said to the model, “You can whip her breasts, but not too hard. I don’t want to see any blood.”

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I felt a presence next to me. Didn’t pay any attention initially. I was getting a few essentials like shaving gel and a razor at Target. Then I looked and I couldn’t stop looking. This brown-skinned beauty. Oh man. She was wearing a thin light colored short sleeved shirt with a black bra under. And a long black skirt – one of those that are split on the sides.

Her bare-naked shapely legs peeking through the side splits caught my eye. Smooth skin. Shaved. Toned and tanned skin. The same for her arms and hands. Dark hair neatly done in a pony-tail. Big breasts and a nice shapely ass. Whoa baby!

And then she turned to look at me. Knocked my breath away. Big eyes focused on me. A half smile on her face. Her face flickered. It was almost as if she could sense my total arousal, like she could read my thoughts.

She was standing in front of the baby food section. She turned back to study the labels on the shelf. I wandered around picking up a couple more items.

It was summer in New Jersey and I was visiting on a sales trip. It was around 5:30 p.m. and most of the shoppers were working day job folks, stopped by for a quick round of groceries on their way home to the dinner table. I guessed this gal was one of those shoppers.

I pushed my cart towards her. Banged into hers.

“Sorry.”

“Oh. I was in your way…it’s ok.”

“Food for the baby, huh?”

“Yeah.” And she smiled. Pearl white teeth. Slight quiver of her full lips.

“How old?”

“He’ll be seven months…tomorrow.”

“You really count the days when they are that young, don’t you?”

She smiled, “I suppose.”

“Where is he…daycare?”

“At his grandma’s. She picks him up from daycare. And then I get him after work.”

“And his father?” “He’s busy…works late. Comes in when we are both asleep.” She smiled again but the sparkle seemed to have gone.

“Hmm…well, was nice meeting you. I am Jack, by the way.”

“Jack. Oh. I am Maya. Nice meeting you, Jack.”

“Maya…nice name…like that…nice meeting you too.”

We smiled at each other and went our separate ways. At the checkout counter I found her in the next line. My back was to her as the sales clerk rang me up. Then he started chatting with the clerk doing her line.

“Hey, Randall, are we still hiring?”

“It’s not Randall, man. It’s Pete.”

Following this blooper, I had turn around to get a look at the other sales clerk. And my eyes fell on her instead.

Her eyes seemed to be eating me up. She was staring unabashedly at me. Even when I looked at her, she continued staring, quite unawares. Then she noticed me looking at her. And she looked away.

She finished first and crossed me towards the exit. I was done too but I let her go first. Her tits jiggled slightly as she walked past me. And her swaying ass seemed to call me. I headed after her.

She was standing by her car when I approached her.

“Hi. It’s me again.”

“Hi!” She seemed pleased to see me again. I took that as a good sign.

“You know…am from out-of town…and I know this is weird…and if you think I am coming onto you…that would probably be true…was wondering if you’d have time for a coffee…there’s a Starbucks right across…”

She looked in the direction I was pointing. Sure enough, there was a Starbucks. Her eyes fluttered for a second. The quiver of her lips again. Then she said,

“Um…I make coffee…would you try some of mine?”

“Sure.”

Like I would say no to that! I said aloud, “Should I follow you in my car?”

“Ok.”

We pulled up in front of a sprawling condominium complex. I parked in a spot marked visitor. She parked in a numbered spot. We walked together to where she lived. She had picked up her baby on the way.

“You like it here?”

“I guess. People stick to themselves. Private. Secure.”

“Must have been exciting having the baby…is he entirely on formula?” After all, I had seen her buying baby food.

She seemed shy for a moment. Then she said,

“Not entirely. Am supplementing. I still breast feed.”

I glanced at her full breasts. They were bouncing softly as we walked. She caught me looking. She bit her lower lip and looked away. Embarrassed, perhaps – her nipples were visibly swelling up and she had no control.

The faint smell of curry greeted us when we entered. Once inside, Kadıköy escort bayan pointing to the couch, she said,

“Make yourself at home…I’ll get the coffee.”

The baby started bawling. I told her,

“Listen, if you need to breast feed or something else…feel free.”

“Actually, I do. He’s hungry now…he’ll sleep soon though and then we…can talk?”

“That’ll work,” I said settling into a chair, “You take the couch.”

I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and guided the baby to her milk-swollen breast. She looked up at me and caught me staring. Smiling, she said,

“Can you get me a drink…there’s some apple juice in the refrigerator…nursing makes me thirsty…help yourself too.”

“Sure,” I said.

I served her the drink and settled myself into a comfy chair and watched her. She had let down her straight long dark hair, which had been in a pony-tail when I first saw her. A thick strand covered half her face and cascaded down. I watched her hands caress the baby gently. They seemed so soft and caring.

Soon, the baby fell asleep. She had asked me to wheel the crib from a bedroom into the living area. I helped her put the baby into the crib. He settled into the crib, sleeping peacefully. There was an awkward silence as we stood side-by-side watching the baby sleep. I slipped my hand under her arm.

“You have a good baby here, Maya.”

She half-turned and said,

“Thanks.”

I put a curled finger under her chin, lifting. I looked into her deep brown eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted. I smelled her breath. I kissed her open mouth. She didn’t resist. We broke free after a few seconds. Looking into her eyes again, I asked her,

“What’s your story, Maya?”

She shook her head.

“I am a no story…boring life…boring job…”

“Husband?”

“He’s ok. Not in love with me or anything.”

“No?”

“No”

“Hard to imagine…not loving you…you are beautiful.”

“And you?”

“I think he’s a good guy…just not exciting…”

She lowered her head, not meeting my eyes. Then she said,

“You’re a kind man, Jack. I like that. It’s very attractive in a man, you know.”

I lifted her chin again.

“Talk to me, kid. What’s wrong with your marriage?” “Nothing really. Everything is fine. We got married a couple years ago. Our families knew each other…I’ve known him for a long time…never thought I’d marry him, or anything.”

We had moved to the couch as she talked. She lay back and talked. I sat up and held her hand, caressed her arm.

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing. And that’s the boring part. Nothing at all. The baby came…almost scripted. Hubby works. I work. He comes home late, sleeps the night and goes away. I look after the baby…get my work done…phone girlfriends and family sometimes…read…watch tv…”

“Put your feet up,” I suggested interrupting her.

“Put them on my lap…let me give you a relaxing foot massage as you talk…am really good at it, even though I say it myself.”

She laughed and said,

“Oh. You are so different, Jack!”

She gave me her feet and continued,

“See…the problem is…we never really talk. Like, with you, we have known each other for a couple hours…and we are talking…relaxing. With him…I live with him…yet…”

She sighed. And I let my hands wander up her leg, massaging and relaxing her calf muscles now.

“Oh…that feels good.”

“Just lie back…close your eyes if you want to…and enjoy,” I said.

She lay back and closed her eyes. I massaged her knees, hiking her skirt up. She let me have my way. I ran my hands under her skirt to her thighs, kneading. Gently rubbing the insides of her thighs, I touched her panties with the back of my hand. Moist. Definitely.

She was still letting me have my way. I parted her legs and leaned forward. My intent – to get my mouth on her pussy. Suddenly, she closed her legs and sat up.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.

I was confused. I had figured she wanted me to have my way with her.

“Why…I thought…I could…you wanted me to…” I stammered.

“Yeah…but what were you doing?”

Realization dawned on me.

“You mean?” I asked – the question unspoken.

She stared at me. Then said,

“No!”

“He Escort Kadıköy has never…no man has ever… licked you there?”

“No.” And this time there were tears in her eyes. She said,

“We had sex a couple times…then there was the baby…and after…I didn’t want to get pregnant again that soon…and he…he…”

“He hasn’t been interested?”

She nodded and cried.

“Well, it’s the perfect time to experiment with alternate ways…oral sex…don’t you think?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t know how and he…”

“Maya,” I said softly, “Look at me.”

She looked up at me through tear-filled eyes.

“It’s ok. I understand…you’ve never done this before…just relax…let me show you how…just…just give me a chance…”

She nodded silently.

I parted her legs again. Kissing her inner thighs, I smelled her pussy. Then I looked up at her, and asked,

“Are you totally relaxed…good?”

She nodded shyly. Smiling, the tears gone, she asked,

“Do I smell all right…down there…you know?”

I had to smile big. Man, did she ever smell good! Oh yeah, that pussy smelled real good.

To her, I said,

“You smell great, honey…just relax and enjoy.”

I licked at her moisture through the fabric of her panties. Strong pussy smell now. She was watering inside.

I pushed aside her panty. She had shaved in the last week or so. But there was a thin layer of hair covering the coffee colored skin of her mound. Substantially wet pink lips peeked from between her crack. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy crack up to her clit.

“Mmmm…Maya…you taste good,” I said aloud.

Her hands were on either side. And my mouth on tops her pussy.

“Your tongue…that…that felt good…” she replied.

“Wait…I can make you feel better, sweetie.”

And I swirled my tongue on her clit. Engorging the little thing.

“Unnn…uhhhh.”

Then I worked her mound area – licking like a dog, swiping away the tiniest drop of juice from her hole like a big prize for my efforts. She was in ecstasy – from her moans. I took my time, spoiling every little square inch of her skin with my tongue. Nose occasionally buried deep in her wetness. Enjoying the smell and sticky wetness.

She had the appetite of a first-timer. She couldn’t get enough of my tongue. I took her hands resting by her pussy and put them on my head suggestively. Soon she was holding my head and pushing me into her pussy, holding my hair – directing me to her clit. I lapped. She moaned. We did this for a while.

Then I slipped a finger, then two, into her slippery pussy hole. And took her entire clit into my mouth. As I finger fucked her pussy, my tongue flicked the head of her clit. This brought bigger moans and a final huge huge huge cum. She lifted her ass and thrust her pelvis into my face as she came – shuddering all over and moaning aloud,

“UNN…UHHH…UNNHHHH.”

She fell back on the couch exhausted. I sat up, my face covered with her pussy juices. She was shivering from the intensity of her cums. Her shirt was soaked – she had been leaking milk profusely. I put my arm around her and held her tight.

“Was it good?” I whispered.

“Yes…very…thank you.” She said softly.

She kissed me then. Tasting her own pussy on my mouth.

“You like your taste?” I asked her.

“Mmm…I think so, yes!”

“Good!”

“Now tell me,” I said, “Why don’t you do this with your husband…have you even asked him?”

Her face turned serious. She said,

“I don’t know…never asked…I just assumed he would be the one to propose this kind of thing…and…and he never does.”

“You know, perhaps, you should take the initiative…try new things in bed with him…look around you…you have a good life otherwise…maybe this is what both of you need to discover…might make life less boring…”

“Yeah…but…he isn’t like you…you understand…he…”

She rolled her eyes.

“Give him a chance?”

“But, I want you!”

“Oh, stop. I’ll be gone…you have your life ahead.”

She started crying.

“Don’t cry. We can stay in touch.”

“We never will.” And I knew she spoke the truth. I didn’t say anything.

After a while she stopped crying. Wiping her tears, she smiled.

“I am going to be very brave, Jack. You’re Kadıköy Rus Escort right. I do have a good life…then there’s the baby. But I don’t want to think of all that now. Right now, I want to think of you…you alone.” She looked at her wristwatch and said,

“We have about thirty minutes before he returns…can I make you that coffee…and we talk about you and me…about us…forget reality for a while.”

Touched, I nodded silent agreement.

I watched her in the kitchen as she put the coffee together.

“There,” she said handing me a steaming mug. She was standing close to me. She sniffed. Then she giggled.

“I can smell myself over the coffee…will you be going out smelling like my pussy?”

“Yeah. Whoever smells me will know I got some pussy tonight.”

She laughed.

“Isn’t there something I can do for you…some way you can pleasure yourself…don’t want to get pregnant though…how would I explain baby’s blonde head?” She was giggling.

“I can safely assume you have never sucked a cock in your life, right?”

“You assume correctly.”

“Would you give it a shot?”

“Would love to…actually…now that I am thinking about it…want you to be my first.”

I leaned back on the kitchen counter as she kneeled in front of me. She unzipped me and put her hand inside my briefs. Playing with my cock, she looked up at me. Her soft hands caressed my cock. The sensation was pleasurable.

Smiling now, she pulled my cock out. I was semi-hard. She wrapped her full lips around my cock and looked up at me. My cock hardened in her mouth.

She unwrapped her lips.

“Mmm…you are filling my mouth.”

“You don’t have to swallow all of it right away. Use your tongue to lick the head and under – those are erotic spots,” I instructed.

She complied. She was generous with her tongue – using the flat part, wrapping as much of her tongue around my cock as she could. And wet. She was salivating over my cock. “How am I doing?”

“Great.”

“What else can I do?”

“Lick my balls.”

Encouraged, she licked my balls while my cock throbbed.

“What else can I do?”

“Stand up,” I said.

I moved up behind her. “Bend down…hold onto the counter.”

She did as she was told.

I lifted her skirt. Down came her panties. Her naked buttocks. My cock throbbed inches away. I parted her ass cheeks. Her brown ass hole. Puckered rim. I put my cock on her ass hole.

“I am going to use your ass to cum…is that ok?”

She nodded consent.

My cock’s head was still half wet from her tongue. But I used my own spit to wet it a bit more. Then I pushed into her ass hole. Tight fit. She gasped – surprise. She didn’t move away though.

“Hold still,” I said.

Holding her waist I pushed my cock all the way into her bum hole.

“Oww…owW.”

“Relax your muscles,” I said, using a hand on her back to keep her in position.

My cock had been throbbing all the while I had eaten her pussy. And then while she sucked and licked me. The net effect – I was about ready to explode. Just when I thought another couple strokes and I was going to shoot my load in Maya’s ass, the doorbell rang.

Or, I figured it was the doorbell. She confirmed that.

“He’s back!” she said. I wasn’t going to stop. I didn’t miss a stroke as I fucked that tight hole. Semen spilled out of my pole filling her ass. Awesome pleasure. Release. Relief.

I pulled out of her and white semen spilled out of her brown hole, streaking her chocolate ass cheeks. Even as I pulled my pants up as fast as I could, she pulled down her skirt.

“Quick, the fire escape,” she whispered.

“Show me.”

She did. I left the building as if it was on fire. Didn’t even get her phone number. I knew where she lived though. Would I ever visit her again?

I found my car and drove off. The pressure in my crotch had been building from the moment I had set eyes on that woman. The ass fuck and the release was a life-saver. Images of her brown ass cheeks with my cock sliding in and out of her hole played on my mind that night. Her body warm, soft and supple.

And Maya? The name means illusion – the dictionary told me that later. When I left Jersey that time, I wondered what would happen to her. A voice inside me told me she would be all right. As long as I stayed away from her. As long as she remained an illusion – a hallucination – for that one surreal summer evening in Jersey.

She would find happiness with her family. I hoped I had set her on course for that. Funny thing – I never did taste her coffee. I guess I can live with tasting her pussy.

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You Drive Me Crazy

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“You drive me crazy,” Ellis Park sat after he eased his fifty seven year old body down next to the nubile young girl who was a third his age, his gaze fixed on the eyes of the frightened black woman/child who had been a summer worker at the Park farm all her teenage years.

The spot where the two were resting, on the crest of a hill that looked out at the sprawling Mohawk Valley, they had been before. It was a popular spot for workers to take lunch but it was past dinner time and the other workers were long gone, leaving only Ellis and the sleek mocha-hued teen who was on her back with her eyes wide open watching the clouds overhead but very aware of the older man beside her and where his attention was fixed.

As Joyce Cross looked upward, Ellis looked down at the young girl’s armpit which was completely exposed with the teen resting with her arms stretched upwards and hands linked behind her head, and as he stared he had to adjust his pants to accommodate his swelling manhood.

Ellis didn’t know what was more erotic, the sight of the dense patch of tight black curls that filled the deep crater of the girl’s armpit or the aroma that filled his nostrils as he leaned closer to the untrimmed jungle.

It was not a floral aroma, and in fact if there had been any deodorant applied to her underarms at all the warmth of the day and her exertion on the farm had long since burned off any trace. What was left was a sharply pungent aroma had made his eyes water and his cock swell, and as Ellis lowered his face into the moist and steamy hollow he knew that the taste would burn his tongue as well.

“Ooh Mr. Park,” Joyce sighed as she looked over and watched the old white man’s tongue run up and down her armpit, starting where the first curls grew just below the inside of her bicep and continuing down to where the armhole of her blouse met the lower boundary of her pit hair. “You know what that does to me.”

Ellis gave his response in the form of feral sounding grunts as he continued to lick and nibble the coarse hairs like the animal he felt like. If his prim and proper wife ever saw him carrying on like this she would probably throw him out of the house, but she wasn’t there and Ellis let himself go to feed his primal desires.

“What if somebody comes?” Joyce asked as he always did while she watched the old white hand unbutton the old checkered shirt she wore, the sleeves torn off to reveal her shapely Maltepe Olgun Escort arms.

“They won’t,” Ellis groaned as he opened the blouse up and started mauling the teen’s small pointed breasts while continuing to suck and chew on Joyce’s unshaven armpits.

His hand slid down Joyce’s flat stomach where her navel signaled the start of the treasure trail which quickly fanned out as it led to the wide and dense jungle of pubic hair that went from the insides of her thighs and continued down between her legs right up to her anus.

Ellis suckled on Joyce’s little titties hungrily, practically able to fit the entire bud in his mouth as his hand raked through the teen’s coarse bush, and then used his tongue to encircle Joyce’s mocha toned nipples, flicking the tip on the few little curls that grew around the edge of her areolas.

“You sure I ain’t too hairy for you?” Joyce said, teasing the practically possessed old man whose feral grunting gave away how he really felt.

“You know what I like,” Ellis gasped as he tried to get this work pants off while his mouth moved from her breast buds back over to her exposed armpits, the slightly tart scent and taste only inflaming him as he feverishly kicked at his pants that seemed unwilling to cooperate.

After Ellis finally managed to get his pants down past his knees, he clawed at his boxers while scrambling up between Joyce’s skinny thighs which were parted, exposing her profusely hairy crotch and the thick lips of her sex which were barely visible in the jungle.

“Oh Mr. Park! Your dick is so hard!” Joyce cackled, her arms still stretched over her head as the old man guided his slender pale prong into the furry abyss, and while Joyce barely felt his long but skinny tool she adored the lust he felt for her as he began rooting into her feverishly.

Like always the end came quickly as less than a minute of crazed humping had his dick spurting his seed into Joyce’s pussy, but like almost always that didn’t stop Ellis Park who kept humping the teen even as his dick deflated, his mouth still going back and forth between her salty underarms.

“Ooh – I was thinking about shaving my pits,” Joyce said, enjoying the old man’s reaction to that suggestion. “The other girls here make fun of me – they tell me I look like a boy because they are so hairy.”

“You’re more woman then any of them,” Ellis snarled as his teeth Maltepe Sarışın Escort scraped the dense curls, his lips and tongue tingling from the coarse growth.

Joyce had no intention of shaving, because not only were her armpits exceptionally hairy but the fur grew so fast that when she had shaved she had to do it so often that it made her sensitive underarms sore so now she let the hair grow, much to her employer’s delight.

The old man was so sweet and had been so good to her over the years that Joyce had no problem in doing what little Ellis Park asked, even forgoing using deodorant. Joyce had rubbed a little Secret in her armpits once before meeting him back here and Ellis had recoiled, claiming that the scent was unnatural and burned his mouth.

Since Joyce had come to enjoy the feral armpit worship of the cute old guy as much as he loved expressing it, she had complied and now she could feel his dick getting hard again inside of her even though he had cum just a couple minutes earlier.

Although Ellis Park was almost a senior citizen, he was able to get it up multiple times like this for Joyce even though getting an erection for his wife once a week was a chore, not that she wanted him anyway.

Ellis didn’t get completely hard but was stiff enough so that Joyce was having no problem feeling his long skinny prong dipping into her pussy as his thrusting resumed its very brisk rhythm.

“Ooh Mr. Park your dick got hard again so fast!” Joyce chirped, bring her left hand down to grab the old man’s graying and thinning scalp, grinding his reddened face into her armpit hard while she wrapped her skinny black legs around his white butt.

“You gonna make me cum Mr. Park,” Joyce squealed, and although she was fond of embellishing some things her orgasms were real. “You fuck me so good and hard. Way better than the boys do. Your dick feels so big”

“AW!” Ellis growled as shortly she felt Joyce’s pussy contract around his cock while her body tensed, and that caused his dick to erupt, sending another albeit more modest load of semen into her womb.

“I love you honey,” Ellis sighed after his spent dick slipped out, and only then did Ellis roll off of the teen and drop beside her on the grass, leaning over to kiss her curly armpit while letting his weathered fingers slide over Joyce’s sweaty upper torso.

“I know you do Mr. Park,” Joyce sighed, but after Maltepe Şişman Escort a minute Joyce said the words that the old man hated to hear. “Got to go.”

“I know.”

“Boy Mr. Park, you sure do cum a lot,” Joyce observed when she looked down and saw the old man’s semen practically pour out of her as she rose, the pale sap so starkly white against her jet black pubic hair, and the teen laughed when she reached down and scooped some of it into her hand before it drooled onto the ground. “What if some of this baby juice works in me?”

“I’m an old man so I doubt it, but if it does I’ll take care of you and – you know,” Ellis assured her, the thought of having this ebony treasure around all the time instead of his wife sending shivers down his spine.

“I dunno,” Joyce snickered, reaching down and grabbing the pale flaccid tube and stretching it up like it was rubber instead of flesh before letting go and getting dressed. “It don’t seem old when it’s stiff and in my pussy.”

“Tomorrow?” Ellis said as his aging body struggled to get up, the effect of a day’s work along with his tryst with Joyce starting to show.

“Oh yeah. We got to work on the corn,” Joyce chuckled.

“You know what I mean,” Ellis said, grabbing the slender girl in his arms and bringing her to him for a goodnight kiss, and after her lush full lips joined his they parted to allow their tongues to duel before she had to force herself to finally break free.

“You better save some of that for the missus,” Joyce chided. “And don’t forget to brush your teeth when you get back. Don’t want to be kissing her like that because your mouth tastes like my pits.”

“I won’t,” Ellis said as Joyce headed down the hill and to the back way to her house. “Now you take care going home.”

“I will Mr. Park,” Joyce said as she began to skip home, and the old man’s eyes followed the teen until she disappeared before going to the house.

“Been holding supper for you,” his wife complained. “And you didn’t fix that mailbox like you said, and that washing machine is still making that noise.”

“Yeah,” Ellis said, and when she kept whining he corralled her by the fridge and gave her a sloppy kiss that she recoiled from.

“Dear lord you reek. Go wash your face you silly old fool,” she complained, although she would have resisted the affection even if he was just out of the shower and in a tuxedo.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Ellis sighed as he went to the bathroom, and as the taste of Joyce rolled around in his mouth before his toothbrush went in, the sight of a curly black hair stuck between his teeth made him smile because it wouldn’t be long until he was with Joyce again.

***

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