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This takes place after Wanda In Danger.

Julie had been given a week to track down Esmeralda Mateo’s missing daughter or the drug pushing Senora Mateo would kill his wife and young daughter.

The last people in Senora Mateo’s operation who had seen the eighteen year old Isabella Mateo were her “brothers” two twenty year old thugs who posed as high school students and kept watch over Isabella. The small Catholic school looked the other way for a reasonable donation as long Lalo and Chico didn’t cause any problems by being there. As a result the two ate a healthy amount of shit from smart ass suburban high school kids that outside of school they might have killed over. Bella had resented their presence and relished turning the student body against them.

Now that Bella had gone missing the two had their days free which meant. All you can eat strip club buffet for lunch every day. Julie knew which club they would be at.

Julie entered the fog of strip club funk and scanned the smokey room. He spotted his old high school nemesis, Dillon, across the room keeping an eye on the buffet. Julie’s partner Duane was a strip club buffet junkie too, Julie couldn’t imagine eating anything in this place.

Dillon spotted Julie but made no move to confront him. Which was just the way Julie wanted it. Dillon tried to make it look like he wasn’t watching Julie but Julie could tell he was. He saw the nervous look on Dillon’s face when he started towards the corner where the Brazilian crew had set up for the afternoon. Benny The Blade sat in a corner booth. Chico and Lalo flanked him on either side, each with a stripper on his lap. Julie sat in a chair across from Benny.

“I saw you looking. You act like that chocolate bitch us your one and only but you love white titties as much as we do.” Benny said groping the breasts of both strippers with either hand.

“Unless you got a gun in my face, don’t call her a bitch again. Even with a gun, I wouldn’t say it again.” Julie said coldly.

“Fuck you and that bitch. How’s the clap clearing up? Does that penicillin just knock it out?” Benny asked.

“You would know better than me.” Julie quipped back.

“You boys see this bitch here, Last time I saw him he was getting raped by Tia Easy.” Benny said referring to Esmerelda Mateo.

“Speaking of getting raped, how was the rest of your prison stay?” Julie responded the tension continued to grow.

“Did you come for the floor show? Or do you have some other business here?” Benny asked annoyed.

“I came to ask these guys some questions.” Julie said pointing at Lalo and Chico with his thumbs.

“They’re kinda busy right now. Can’t you see they got their hands full?” Benny said as Lalo and Chico felt up their strippers.

“Aren’t you supposed to use the back rooms for that?” Julie asked.

Benny’s hand disappeared into his lap under the table. His hand reemerged

with a handful of hair attached to the head of the stripper who had been going down on him the whole time.

Julie couldn’t hide his shock as he saw the stripper wince in pain from having her curly brown hair pulled roughly. Benny laughed at Julie’s discomfort at seeing a woman manhandled.

“We take what we want. We don’t care about champagne rooms. I’ll fuck a bitch onstage if I want.” Benny said shoving the Burnette’s head back under the table.

Julie was tempted to come across the table. He had been raised better than that. His father may have been a little crude but he never would have been rough like that with a woman.

“I need to know who Bella was dating at school.” Julie asked the bodyguards, pushing his anger aside

“Why would that help you. There’s no way some high school twerp took her under these guys’ noses.” Benny said.

“I’m not sure they were watching her as closely as her mother would like to believe.” Julie responded

“Don’t come in here making trouble for our trusted employees” Benny answered.

“I’m doing what your aunt wanted. Don’t you care about your cousin?” Julie said.

“Caring makes you weak. Look at you, doing scut work for a woman that raped you. Because your wife makes you weak.” Benny sneered.

It was the second time Benny had referred to his sexual encounter with Senora Mateo and her two prostitutes as rape Julie didn’t like it. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he was forced to have sex against his wishes. It seemed reductive to think of himself as a victim but in actuality he was. Being called a victim by Benny was starting to piss him off.

“I love my family enough to do what I need to do to protect them. If you don’t answer my questions without any more backtalk it’s going to get real nasty in here. Open your smart ass mouth one more time and see if I’m playing.” Julie said as his green eyes went cold.

Benny recognized the look in Julie’s face and didn’t say another word. Julie turned to Lalo on Benny’s left.

“I don’t care if you were supposed to keep Bella from dating or what. I know she was illegal bahis seeing someone. I bet they saw her after you did. You can tell me now no problem or you can ask Benny what happened the last time I lost my temper with one of the Chaves brothers. Don’t look to the bouncer for help I stomped him out last time too.” Julie said loud enough for Dillon the bouncer to hear.

“His name is Jason Patrick. He…” Lalo said before Julie cut him off.

“Thanks, I got it from here.” Julie said.

Julie rose from his chair. Benny avoided eye contact fearing Julie might still lose his cool. Julie’s eyes grazed over the hulking bouncer who stared at the floor and hoped Julie wouldn’t say anything to him.

Julie walked to the bar and didn’t ask before going behind the counter in search of a phone.

“Raphie, it’s Julie. I need info. Jason Patrick at St. Elgin Catholic School. I need his schedule. I’ll call you back when I get to the school.” Julie said into the phone and hung up.

At the school, Julie waited outside the Patrick kid’s classroom. When the bell rang the boy walked out of class with a group of his friends. Julie was surprised by how tall the kid was. He was big enough that Julie was sure he was on the basketball team.

“I need to talk to you for a second.” Julie said to him.

“No thanks, I don’t need any gardening ese.” The boy said cracking up his friends.

Julie grabbed the boy by his shirt and threw him into the wall. Another one of his friends who had seen too many movies got between Julie and the Patrick kid. For his troubles, Julie shoved him into a row of lockers. The fight evaporated from the kid when he got a taste of the power Julie possessed.

“We’re going to step into the boys’ room for a little chat. If we get interrupted for some reason, I am gonna come find you.” Julie said to the boy he shoved into the lockers.

Julie didn’t like kids like Jason Patrick when he was in school and had even less like for them now that he had graduated. Julie shoved him through the bathroom door. The kid caught his balance o the row of sinks.

“This is going to take as long as takes for me to find out what I want to know.” Julie said menacingly.

The Patrick kid looked like reality had set in. Julie took it as a sign that he needed to tone down the thug play.

“I hear you dated Bella Mateo.” Julie said.

“I guess.” Patrick said.

“Cute girl.” Julie remarked hoping to ease the kid’s fear.

“Yeah.” Came the cautious reply.

“Can you tell me when you saw her last?” Julie asked.

“Saturday night.” He replied.

That was after Lalo and Chico. Julie’s eyes lit up with the information.

“Where did you go with her?” Julie pressed.

“We went to the Main Street drag and watched the kids cruise. We parked at the burger dog place.” Patrick said.

“Did you drive her home?” Julie asked.

“No, she went off with some biker guys.” Patrick said.

“Bikers?” Julie repeated quizzically

“Yeah, the ones with the playing cards on the back. of their jackets.” Patrick said a little angry.

“Playing cards?” Julie again repeated even though he recognized the patch and the gang it belonged to.

“Yeah, two aces and two eights. I think it’s a Nazi reference. The aces refer to Adolph and the eighty-eight means pro Hitler somehow.” Patrick said.

Julie was impressed that the kid put that together. It wasn’t right. Pair of Aces and pair of eights was supposed to be the hand Wild Bill Hickock was holding when he was killed. It was called the dead man’s hand. The name Dead Man’s Hand was used by a fairly notorious biker gang.

“You just let her go off with some biker?” Julie asked.

“She had been messing with him for a while. I wasn’t that attached to the girl. Aside from that ass, she didn’t have a lot going for her. It was kind of a been there done that kind of thing.” Patrick said.

Julie had enough to go on and thanked the boy for the information. He left the restroom and found no school officials waiting for him. His threat had worked.

Julie crossed the street to his car. He had to drive around a bit to find a payphone to call his cousin.

“I need you to meet me at the office. Start pulling anything you can about the Deadman’s Hand motorcycle gang please.” Julie requested.

“Okay, you got it.” Raphael responded.

When Julie and Raphael got to the office they poured over any bail records involving the gang. An upstate strip club was a common thread in a variety of arrests. Members of the gang had been arrested on the grounds or had posted bail for employees dozens of times. Most of the charges involved prostitution in some way. Julie suspected the strip club was a front for prostitutes who were turning tricks nearby. A quick check of the surrounding blocks revealed a truck stop and a cheap motel nearby. Julie grabbed one of the company cell phones in case something went wrong and headed to his car.

Julie pulled into the strip club parking lot and noticed an abundance of illegal bahis siteleri bikes parked by the entrance. He took note of the bikes that were parked backwards. Biker gang members were notorious for doing this. It made it harder for police to run the tags. An officer on a fishing expedition would have to get out of his patrol car to read the plates. It worked great for deterring police but for bounty hunters, it just narrowed his search. Julie wouldn’t even bother to check the tags of a bike not backed into a space.

Julie entered a strip club for the second time that day and again was hit by the fruit and tobacco smell that hit him as he entered. Julie looked way out of place in the club. Everyone stared at him as he made his way to a corner booth. It wasn’t the most integrated bar in the world. Julie could tell that Mexican customers must have been unheard of by the way everyone was eyeballing him. The only other person of color in the whole place was a curvy black woman dancing on one of the three stages.

She was getting lots of attention from the clientele. It might have been that his wife was black but it always irked Julie when obviously racist people would suspend their racism for a long as they had an erection.

Julie had to admit he did understand it in the dancer’s place. She was very sexy. Julie definitely had a type and big breasted black women were his obvious choice. Julie didn’t love the neon pink thong the dancer was wearing but he was mostly distracted by the giant breasts.

Julie took his eyes off the bouncing boobs long enough to note that the dancer didn’t look happy despite the adoring patrons. When Julie looked closer he noticed the bad makeup job she had covering a swollen left eye. Julie also noticed how she kept looking at the bouncers. They were pretty scary looking biker types but the dancer looked more intimidated than would be expected.

Julie wasn’t going to let himself be distracted by the dancer’s situation. He was there to find a drug baroness’ daughter and keep his family out of danger. His gaze kept wandering back to the dancer. He was getting a twisted knot in his stomach as he tried to ignore the stripper.

Two scary looking bikers made their way over to Julie’s booth and sat down across from him. They partially blocked Julie’s view of the black stripper.

“You must be Sanchez. We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.” the taller skinnier biker said to Julie.

“That’s me.” Julie said quickly deciding to go along with whatever was happening.

“Why are you here early?” the heavier biker asked, his expression covered by a thick beard.

“I don’t get here often and I wanted to have some fun before business.” Julie said thinking quick.

“You just can’t wait to get a piece of that tender young ass.” The thin biker grinned.

“Once we let you have her, we are locked into this partnership.” the heavy biker said.

“Yeah, her mom is going to go to war over you fucking her in the ass. We got to know you got our backs.” Said the skinny biker.

“It’s too late for any of us to back out now. Unless you are willing to kill the bitch, we’re already committed to this.” Julie said thinking quickly.

The bikers seemed to like that answer because they relaxed and stretched out in the booth. When the heavy one sat back Julie was able to see the black stripper again. She seemed even more distressed than before as hairy guys stuffed bills into her garter. One of the bouncers was standing next to the stage now taking money from a mullet haired trucker.

The bouncer reached his hand to the stage and guided the reluctant black stripper to the trucker who had paid the bouncer.

Julie felt the rage burning in him as he watched the stripper perform a lap dance on the trucker against her will. The nasty bouncer not only did nothing about the patron and his friends touching the stripper he seemed to enjoy watching her discomfort as her bare breasts were rudely fondled and her nipples roughly pinched by the group. It wasn’t until the trucker tried to pull her thong off that the bouncer stepped in. He shook his head and motioned with his thumb. Julie realized the sleazy motel was in the direction the bouncer was motioning. The group at the table took out their wallets while the terrified stripper looked on.

Julie wrestled with his conscious about what to do. His instinct was to step in and stop this horrible situation by whatever means necessary but he had a purpose for being there and he couldn’t save the world. If it wasn’t this girl it would be some other girl Julie tried to convince himself. He had almost convinced himself that he could look the other way while the situation played out in front of him, when the bouncer raised his hand threatening to backhand the stripper.

Julie flashed to his daughter and couldn’t look the other way while someone did that to a girl. If the stripper wasn’t his daughter then she was someone’s daughter.

Julie didn’t lose his cool. Instead of exploding into action Julie canlı bahis siteleri used the fact that the bikers had obviously mistaken him for someone of weight in their world.

“I want the morena too.” Julie said forcefully.

“What?” The heavy biker asked not understanding.

“The morena, the negrita with the tetas.” Julie said pointing at the stripper.

“Oh, the black Mexican bitch.” The skinny biker said smiling.

“Mexican?” Julie asked.

“I don’t think she’s Mexican but she speaks Mexican.” the heavy biker said.

“Well I want her.” Julie said.

“It looks like you spoke up just in time. She was about to go for a train ride.” the heavy biker said.

“No I want her first.” Julie demanded.

“If you go at that coco puff will you have enough left in the tank for the drug princess?” The skinny biker asked.

“Yeah we really want you to pump her corn shoot full of hot sauce. I would hate for you to blow your whole wad with that black whore.” the heavy biker said.

“I want to make her watch while I tear that black pussy up.” Julie said.

“That’s hot brother but are you sure you want the colored girl? I thought you Mexicans couldn’t get enough blonde pussy. Isn’t that why you’re always swimming to California?” The heavy biker asked.

“It’s them tits. Those puppies get everyone’s blood pumping.” the skinny biker said getting up to stop the bouncer from letting the black stripper leave with the truckers.

Julie watched as the biker and the bouncer conversed. The truckers didn’t look happy. It might have turned ugly if the bouncer hadn’t produced a gun.

“We got our best trailer set up for you. Follow us.”The skinny biker said when he got back to the booth with the stripper.

The two bikers led Julie and the still topless stripper outside the club to a series of single-wide trailers. The stripper was visibly disturbed about being without a shirt outdoors. Julie tried to communicate with his eyes that it would be ok but probably made things worse. It didn’t help that he failed to not glance at her breasts as she bounced along the cobblestone path in high heels.

The heavy biker opened a trailer door and shoved the stripper inside. The skinny biker pulled Julie aside while the heavy one threatened the stripper.

“Listen princess, you are going to do what this guy says or else I personally going to cut your big black tits off and make purses out of them.” He said squeezing her left breast so hard it was going to leave finger-shaped bruises for a few days.

The skinny biker turned to Julie.

“Listen we haven’t fed the little Mateo girl in a few days so you shouldn’t have any problems with getting mud on your helmet, if you know what I mean?” the biker said to Julie.

Julie nodded his head even though he had no idea what the biker was talking about. Butt sex had never come up with his wife Wanda. Julie couldn’t ever imagine a time he would ever need more from Wanda in bed. The biker continued.

“The black bitch eats like a horse so I know you like that backdoor love. Please try not to make a mess if you have to fuck her in the ass.” The biker said.

“I can’t make any promises.” Julie said doing his best not to give away how not interested in butt sex he was.

“We’ll be right back with the Mateo girl.” the skinny biker said.

“Do you need any rubbers?” the heavy biker asked.

“You know Mexicans don’t use no rubbers. If they did there wouldn’t be so many of them.” The skinny biker quipped.

“I’m good on condoms but could you bring her some clothes?” Julie requested.

The bikers looked at Julie funny.

“What for?” the heavy biker asked suspiciously.

“I want to see her strip.” Julie said.

“She ain’t much of a stripper. She ain’t exactly here of her own free will.” the skinny biker said.

“I gathered that.” Julie said tapping his eye referring to her discolored bruised eye.

“It’s hard enough to get her to bounce around topless onstage as it is. We don’t really give her outfits to take off. Besides, with those monster hooters, it would be a bitch to cloth this whore ” The heavy biker said.

“Can you get her a jacket or a shirt so she can flash those tits for me?” Julie almost insisted.

“We’ll come up with something.” the skinny biker said tired of the conversation. They needed the protection and connection from the Mexican mafia don Julie was impersonating but they still weren’t fond of Latinos.

The bikers left Julie and the stripper alone in the trailer. Julie turned to the stripper and started talking to her in Spanish.

“I heard you speak Spanish. That’s good. We can talk without them understanding us. I’m not who they think I am. I’m here to get a Brazilian girl out of here. If you help me, I will bring you with us. Do you understand?” Julie said to the stripper.

The stripper nodded.

“What’s your name?” Julie asked.

“It’s Rosa.” she answered.

“Rosa I’m gonna need you to listen to me. I’m going to sit in this chair I need you to sit on my lap. I’m married and I don’t want to do this but I need to convince these guys I’m a bad guy so I’m gonna touch you while they are here.” Julie explained to Rosa who was taking It in trying to decide if Julie was on the level.

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Ever since her encounter with the neighbour and his joke about a threesome with her and her girlfriend she couldn’t get the notion out of her mind. The idea of it intrigued and excited her. Both her and her girlfriend had experimented with sex on each other when they were young and the memory of licking pussy and being licked in turn was such a good one. The feel of a tongue running between her legs for the very first time and the wonderful taste of pussy as she ran her tongue between soft wet aroused lips. The thrill and excitement of those first orgasms that weren’t self-made.

The thought of revisiting it along with her neighbor’s massive thick cock had her aroused to the point she more than once found herself having to reach down and relive the ache between her legs, often to the point of gushing hard. Fuck she hoped her friend would be just excited at the prospect when she put it to her. She would soon find out. They had agreed to meet for lunch in a little over an hours’ time. Meantime, she had something that needed to be taken care of. Sitting on the toilet with her panties down and legs spread wide, she started to stroke between her wet lips, caressing her hard clit, faster and faster until she was shaking and her upper body jerking forward as she came hard on her drenched fingers.

“I tell you.” she said to her friend. “He’s got the thickest damn cock I have ever had inside me.”

“That good eh.” replied her friend, her interest piqued.

“Fuck yes. You wouldn’t believe the way it stretched my pussy and filled me. Jesus Christ it was good.”

“I don’t know.” her girlfriend hesitated. “I’ve never done anything like a threesome before.”

“Me either.” she told her. “It could be fun and you never know, we may even revisit old times.” She said with a wink.

“Oh yes, those times.” said the girlfriend. “I don’t know, let me think about it OK.”

It was left at that. They both finished lunch and went their separate ways. It took two days before she got an answer. Two days of agonizing, waiting for her friend to call. She wondered why it meant so much to her until she realized it was the being there, watching her friend being fucked and then getting to make her come herself. The possibilities for excitement were endless.

“I’m in.” said the girlfriend over the phone. “Let’s do it now, before I chicken out.”

“OK, come round. We’ll have a few drinks first. Say 6.30pm?”

“See you then.” And she hung up.

Her neighbor answered the door and greeted her with a smile.

“How would you like to fuck two women tonight.” she asked him straight out. His eyes lit up and she could tell he was instantly aroused at the thought.

“Fuck yes!” he told her with a little quiver in his voice, giving away his growing excitement.

“Come around about 8pm and bring that nice thick cock. You’ll have two eager cunts to fill.” she told him and turned and left, leaving him to count down the minutes. She could imagine the agony he was going to be in watching the clock and thinking about two wet waiting pussies just meters down the hall. She wondered to herself if he would be able to resist pulling himself off. She imagined it in her mind, his hand wrapped around that big thick cock, pulling it till it came. Fuck, it was making her pussy all tingly and wet.

Right on six thirty her friend arrived, dressed in a revealing top and short skirt. A very similar outfit to what she was also wearing. Inviting her in and directing her to the couch, she poured them both drinks. It was obvious her friend was a bit anxious so she kept her occupied with small talk. Then she had an idea. Picking up the remote she pressed play. Both of them watched as a compilation of short clips of amateur couples fucking came onto the screen. With fresh drinks, they both settled down to watch the porno. At first there were the odd observations about the size of cocks and huge cumshots but they soon dried up as each of them watched in silence, both getting more than a little aroused. Unable to resist and with a growing more and more wet pussy, she slid a hand onto her friend’s thigh. She felt her friend stiffen a little but as she started to stroke her leg, she felt her relax and with eyes glued to the screen, open her legs a little. Her hand moved slowly up under the skirt and the legs widened even more. She was touching material, running her fingertip up and down the cloth strip, feeling the little damp patch slowly appearing. Putting her drink down, she turned on the couch and slid her fingers down inside her friends panties. Her pussy was wet and her flinger slipped so easily between silky smooth lips. Breathing hard, her friend put down her own drink, laid back on the couch, her legs stretched wide in eager surrender. She slipped a finger inside her friend and then ran it all the way up to her clit. Her friend moaned at the touch and began to squeeze her own nipples through her top. Now the finger between those wet pussy lips rubbed faster, arousing the hard clit. She desperately wanted to suck her friend’s hard nipples but it was too late. With the sight of couples fucking on TV and the finger rubbing between her legs, her friend exploded in orgasm, almost illegal bahis screaming, her hips bucking against the two fingers that had just been pushed inside her.

“Ready for some cock now?” she asked her friend as she lay back on the couch, gasping for air.

“Fuck yes!” she panted. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been wet all afternoon imagining it inside my cunt and gushed a little when you started cumming. I’m totally ready.” she told her.

Arriving at her apartment at eight o’clock, the neighbor found her front door slightly ajar. “Hello.” He called out, pushing the door open and stepping inside. There was no answer but he could hear muted voices and laughter coming from deeper within. “Hello.” he called out again, walking towards the source of the voices down the hallway. Coming to a partially opened bedroom door he pushed it open and was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that greeted him. Two naked women sitting side by side on the bed with drinks in hand, leaning against the headboard with their legs spread wide open.

“There you are. We’ve been waiting for you.” she said smiling.

“Yes we have and we’re ready to play.” chimed in the girlfriend, squeezing one of her nipples and opening and closing her legs playfully, already a little tipsy from the whisky.

For a few seconds he could just stand there, staring at the full breasts and shaved pussies on offer before him, his cock growing hard in his pants with the promise of the wet slits between their open legs just feet away on the bed. They told him to go and pour himself a drink and when he returned minutes later he was already naked, his thick cock standing out in front of him, waving as he walked, a large drop of precum already forming at the eye of the massive swollen head indicating just how aroused he was.

“Oh my God!” said the girlfriend at the sight of its girth, her pussy growing moist just looking at it. “You told me it was big, but Fuck!” She beckoned for him to come closer and he walked around the bed to stand beside her. Reaching out, she gently took the large cock in her hand. Shit, it felt so heavy and thick. Slowly, she ran her fingers all over it, spreading the precum all over the head. Fuck! It was getting even bigger. She wasn’t sure if it could fit in her tight wet hole.

“Don’t get him too excited.” she told her girlfriend. “He has to do us both.”

“Just a taste.” replied the girlfriend, raising her glass and dipping the head of his cock in it. Putting the glass back, she leant forward and took him into her mouth, sucking the whisky off the bulbous head. The sensation of the cold drink and then warm mouth on the head of his cock thrilled him and he felt the blood coursing through the shaft of his cock.

“Hmmmmmm.” said the girlfriend, releasing him and laying back on the bed. “Scotch on the cocks.” She said, bursting out laughing.

“Do I get to taste you too?” he asked, reaching down to run a fingertip up the length of her wet slit.

“Yes please.” said the girlfriend, eagerly sliding down onto her back, drawing up her knees and spreading her legs wide. Putting his drink on the bedside table, he moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up along it until his head was between her parted thighs. Slowly he started to lap at her swollen wet inner lips, teasing them apart. She moaned and her pussy flooded as his tongue licked up the length of her slit. His hand moved up and he slid a finger inside her as his tongue lapped at her hard clit, each lick edging her further and further towards orgasm.

Watching her girlfriend being licked and knowing how it felt, her own pussy ached for relief. Slowly, she rolled her tingling clit with her finger, careful to control the buildup to her orgasm. She didn’t want to cum just yet, even though her aching pussy craved it. She loved to edge, savoring the agony of denial. Rubbing down her pussy, she probed her opening, wanting desperately to thrust her fingers inside. Next to her, her girlfriend was starting to cum with the incessant licking between her legs. Moaning and grasping the sheets with her hands, she pumped her hips up, fucking his face with her saturated cunt.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out as she came, her legs quivering as she bucked up hard against his face. Slipping out his finger, he rose up to his knees with a glistening wet mouth and watched her cumming below him, his hard jock jerking with excitement. As her girlfriends orgasm waned, he looked across to her.

“Your turn?” he asked.

“No.” she replied. “Fuck her. I want to watch. There’s plenty of time for me”

Reaching down, he rolled the girlfriend onto her belly and pulled her up onto all fours. The girlfriend’s heart beat faster knowing what he was about to do and her pussy tingled with lust for the thick hard cock she knew was going to be pushed inside her from behind. He rapped his arm around one of her legs and spread them wide. She buried her face in the mattress and pushed her rear back and upwards opening herself up to him, eager for his cock. Kneeling behind her and looking down at her wet shaved parted cunt, he reached forward and started to rub it. Coating his fingers with its wetness and pushing illegal bahis siteleri two of them inside her. She moaned at the feel of them sliding into her aroused dripping pussy.

Eager to see more of them fucking, she slid down the bed, onto her back and under her girlfriend, her head positioned directly under her pussy for a nice view of his cock entering it. Above her face, his fingers continued to fuck her friend, turning them inside her and sliding them deep in and out. Joining in, she reached overhead and stroked his cock, preparing it for her friend’s pussy.

“Stick it in me.” pleaded her friend, her pussy aching to feel his thick cock inside her.

He reached down, taking his cock from the hand caressing it and she watched from underneath as he pressed it to the pussy above. Slowly, he rubbed the large swollen head up and down the wet parted pussy until her friend whimpered, now desperate for his cock. Pressing the huge head to her drenched opening he pushed forward, forcing the lips apart and stretching the girl open as it slid inside her. She yelped with pain, it was fucking massive, then relaxed as he fed it into her inch by inch until she was pushing back to take more.

Underneath, the view was so erotic and exciting. With her heart beating fast and her pulse racing, she rubbed her pussy hard watching that fat cock sliding in and out of the tight pussy above. So tight it pulled her inner lips out every time he withdrew and forced them back inwards as he thrust forward. She reached up with her other hand and caressed his balls as he found his rhythm, thrusting deep into her friends begging cunt, his thick hard shaft glistening with wetness.

“Oh yes, fuck her.” she cried out from below, aroused beyond belief at the close up view of her friend getting fucked, her own pussy pleading to cum. Her friend’s legs began to shake and suddenly the pussy above was squirting with each deep thrust, wetness gushing down onto her face.

“Fuck!, Oh shit!” she cried out in ecstasy, her face drenched with squirt and her pussy exploding with two of her fingers jammed hard inside it. Locked in an intense orgasm, she finger fucked herself as hard as she could, gushing onto the sheets between her jerking legs, As if in sympathy, her friend above came too, screaming loudly, her legs quivering and shaking uncontrollably. It must have been the sight of both of them cumming that sent him over the edge. Gripping her girlfriend’s hips tight and with labored breathing, he drove into her pussy as deep and hard as he could until the numbness spread over him and his cock filled her pussy with thick strands of warm cum as it jerked again and again inside her. Lost in an unending orgasm, her girlfriend fell forward off his cock and onto the bed, shaking all over, her belly in spasms and little rivers of cum gushing from her spent cunt with every contraction inside it.

With her friend cumming hard on the bed, lost to her orgasm, she rounded on him as he knelt there, his chest heaving, trying to regain his breath and took his cum covered, softening cock into her mouth. Hungrily, she sucked it as it softened in her mouth, determined to get every drop of delicious cum off it. Still thick despite being half flaccid, it felt so good in her mouth. He was enjoying it too, the tight warmth of her mouth gripping his cock, her tongue sliding over the sensitive head as she cleaned the cum off him

Leaving them both to collect their composure, she collected all three glasses and padded naked from the room for refills. Standing pouring the drinks, she realized her pussy was far from done. It needed to cum again and cum again right now. Putting down the bottle, she sat on the arm of the couch and reached down between her open legs. With images of that huge cock fucking her friend’s pussy running through her head, she rubbed her wet slit and aroused clit hard and fast. The images in her head and fingers on her clit had her on the edge within a minute and finally cumming with two fingers thrusting inside her drenched opening. That felt better but she knew it was no way over. Once this aroused, her pussy was hard to satisfy completely. Picking up the refilled glasses, she made her way back to the bedroom.

On entering the bedroom, she found both of them entwined on the bed, kissing hard, her friend pulling the neighborss half-hard cock. Eager to have it restored to its rampant glory so she could sample it too, she let them continue but she wanted to join in. Having an idea, she put down the glasses and reached into her bedside drawer, retrieving two of her toys. Lying on the bed behind her friend, she opened her legs and turning on her little vibrator, pressed it to her clit. The sensation made her girlfriend groan with pleasure and grip his cock tighter, pulling him faster as her arousal grew. Slowly, she moved the vibrator up and down her friend’s pussy until she was starting to writhe, close to cumming. Now she added toy number two, sliding her thick long dildo into that excited wet cunt. Her friend cried out, thrusting her legs wide, her pussy open and eager to be fucked. With the vibe on her friend’s clit, she fucked her with the dildo, just like a thick hard canlı bahis siteleri cock, pushing deep with long hard thrusts. Gasping, her friend stopped pulling his cock but still gripping it tight, froze in orgasm once again. It didn’t matter that she had stopped wanking him; he was rock hard watching her cumming. Maybe even best she had stopped. Had he cum again, it would be even longer before she felt it up her own aching pussy.

It seemed that after her latest orgasm, her girlfriend needed a little break so they sat back on the bed enjoying their fresh drinks. A little while later, after he had got up and excused himself to use the toilet and left the room, her friend turned to her and said.

“Fuck me! You weren’t kidding. That cock is fucking huge. I thought he was going to split me open.”

“I told you.” she replied, just as he walked back into the bedroom to rejoin them on the bed.

“What’s next.” he asked with a cheeky smile, his rejuvenated hard cock sticking out proudly, obvious to both of them he was more than ready for whatever they may have in mind.

“How would you liked to have your cock sucked and then fuck this?” she asked him, lifting one leg off the bed to show him her wet glistening shaved pussy. He stared between her legs with hunger in his eyes, his cock straining in front of him, a drop of precum oozed from its tip.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” she said. Crawling on hands and knees, she crossed the bed to him, bent forward and took him in her mouth. It felt huge as she stretched her lips around him. Gripping the shaft, she sucked at the head and pulled him at the same time, careful to sense his level of arousal. As much as she wanted to feel his hard cock squirt in her mouth, her needy aroused cunt had first dibs on it. He was in the same predicament as he leaned back, moaning at the feel of her mouth and hand on him. As much as he would love to cum all over her face and tits, the tight warm grip of her pussy around his cock was far more tempting. Not daring to arouse him further, she released his cock and pushed him onto his back.

Her girlfriend looked on as she raised a leg over him, straddling him, kneeling straight up and looking down into his eyes, her pussy just inches above the swollen head of his aroused cock. Reaching down between her legs, she ran her fingers through her wet pussy and then reaching down further, massaged her wetness all over the head of his straining cock which jerked with excitement and anticipation. Wetting her fingers in her pussy again, she smeared more of her pussy juice over his thick throbbing shaft. He groaned with frustration at not being inside her. Holding the shaft in her hand, she pressed the head to her pussy and slowly started rubbing it along her moistening slit, from opening to clit, back and forth, over and over, parting her lips and massaging her exposed tingling clit with the tip. The combination of her gripping hand and her pussy rubbing the head of his cock had his head swimming with lust and a desperate desire to be inside her. She knew it and was controlling him, tempting him with her flooded opening and all the promise it held. Each time her opening met his cock he thrust his hips upward, desperately trying to be inside her but she only let the very tip press into it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she lowered herself, letting the head stretch her open and slip inside. Immediately he thrust upwards, fucking into her pussy as fast as he could.

“Oh God!” she cried out as his thick rigid cock rammed up into her tight pussy, filling her completely. The huge swollen head and shaft rubbing the walls of her excited cunt was going to make it squirt.

“Aaaaah!” she cried out, pulling herself up off his cock, rubbing frantically at her pussy with her hand and spraying his cock with a shower of her warm wetness. He groaned loudly at the sight of her squirting pussy and the feel of it raining over his cock, making it twitch upward with excitement. Grabbing his cock, she pushed it back inside her drenched pussy and once again he fucked up into as fast as he could. The second squirt came even faster, gushing onto him and dripping off her fingers as she jerked uncontrollably above him in hard orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” cried the girlfriend, lying beside them, frantically fucking herself with two fingers, wetness streaming from her own pussy as she watched the spectacle next to her.

Now she was riding him as he fucked upwards into her, meeting his thrusts, forcing his cock deep into her pussy. Driven mad with pleasure, she couldn’t stop, needing to cum so badly. She lunged downwards onto him again and again, driving every inch of him up inside her streaming cunt until, until finally with a wail and legs shaking uncontrollably she came. Below her, he was still thrusting with his own need to orgasm. She could feel him stiffening inside her with his closeness to release. Sensing he was about to cum, she pulled herself off him, leaving him whimpering in frustrated agony, his cock jerking in ruined orgasm. As both girls looked on, it suddenly erupted, spraying streams of thick cum over his chest and stomach. Feeling the need for some gentle stimulation after her hard fuck, she slid forward on her knees planting her pussy directly over his mouth. Slowly, he licked at her dripping pussy, lapping up all its wetness and savoring its wonderful scent as she ground herself slowly back and forward over his face.

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My friend Lara has insisted I go clubbing with her. She is a good mate even though she is bi. I know she wants me and I like to tease her sometimes. But I am straight. I love cock. I have dressed comfortably but sexily. I am wearing a sheer button up blouse with the buttons undone to my cleavage. It clings to my body showing off my curves. The blouse is tucked into the short denim skirt I am wearing with it. Underneath I have on my favorite ivory silk thong with matching bra.

I have brushed my hair till it shines. Put on just a light touch of makeup. A nice burgundy red lipstick matches my blouse. And I finish off the outfit with a pair of strappy sandals. My painted toenails poke out through the end of them.

Lara is wearing her tight jeans with a black t-shirt. Her small breasts are unencumbered by a bra. And I can see from the way her jeans sit over her tight little ass that she is wearing a g or maybe no panties at all. Her long black hair hangs loose blending in with her black t-shirt.

Our taxi arrives and we head off to the nightclub. The room is quite crowded though the dance floor is empty except for the odd person walking across it. The music hasn’t started. I sit at a table facing the bar, waiting for Lara to come back with our drinks. Eyeing off all the people standing at the bar. My eyes are pulled towards you. You’re leaning against the end of the bar. The part of the bar that is right next to the dance floor, directly opposite me. You are talking with some mates but see me watching you.

“Mmmmmm” I think to myself, “what a sexy looking man!”

I wet my lips, eyeing you up and down. As I bring my eyes back up I see you looking at me. I blush a little as I feel you have read my mind. You have such a wicked smile. A real ‘come to my bedroom’ look to it. And god yes I would love to come to your bedroom.

Lara returns to our table with the drinks, a beer for her and an ouzo and coke for me. She passes it to me and jokingly says “go easy Tarnee I don’t want to have to carry you home.”

I sorta “hmmph” but my mind is elsewhere. It is on you. You have me entranced and I want you to know it. We have a few friends join our table and they start chatting. I let them carry the conversation. I am trying to tempt you instead.

I have opened my legs. They are a good six inches apart so I know you can see straight up my skirt. I know you can see my pussy lip as it pokes out of the side of the thong, wet and glistening. I know you can tell that my pussy is smooth and clean shaven. I watch you watch me. I am licking my lips wishing it were you licking my lips but not necessarily the ones on my face.

I am getting so turned on so wet. My nipples are sticking out through my bra, hard like pencil erasers. I put my hand on my lap inching up the skirt so that my hand now rests on my mound. Pointing finger extended, I run it along the inside of my thong. I slide it along from my arse to my clit. Rubbing little circles on my clit. I see from the bulge in your jeans that you can see me. And it is having the desired affect. You adjust him. And I think oh god how much I would like that hard cock inside my hot wet cunt.

The band has started. A medley of medium slow numbers and the dance floor is filling. I grab Lara’s hand and say “come dance with me.” She does gladly hoping that with the crush of dancers she will get to close dance with me. But I have one reason to be on that dance floor. I can’t see you now because of all the dancers and I don’t like it.

Slowly I work my way to closer to you. The closer we get to you the more my pussy is dripping with lust. I keep Lara moving until I am finally standing directly in front of you. My arse is just centimetres away from your hard cock. And I know you must be able to smell my dripping wet cunt.

Lara senses that I am aroused but mistakenly thinks it is she that has caused it. She starts dancing closer, invading my body space, so I move back a little. Of course you’re behind me so this pushes my ass against your cock. My hips are swaying to the music rubbing my bottom over your hard member. Lara is leaning into me her breasts are rubbing against mine. Her mouth so close I can feel her hot breath on my neck, my ears.

The dance floor is so packed now. We are like sardines. You take advantage of this to put your hand up between my legs. I feel what you are doing and open my legs slightly. Your fingers have moved my thong aside and you are touching my hard little clit. Rubbing it. Pressing it. Pinching it.

Lara has moved closer and is standing between my feet pressing herself against me. Pressing me against you. While you finger my soaking wet cunt. She hears my groans and sees my hooded eyes full of lust. Misguidedly thinking it’s her, she presses her advantage. Her tiny hands with their long tapered fingers go to my breasts, pinching the nipples through the two layers of material.

I groan even more. God I am not les. But I am soooo horny from you finger fucking my pussy. Combining this with güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri what she is doing to my tits I cant help myself. She has started nibbling on my ear lobe. If she opened her eyes, she would be looking directly into yours. But her eyes stay closed as she is finally getting to do things to me that she has always wanted to do.

You have sensed that I am close to my orgasm and your finger has gone into overdrive. ramming into my cunt as your thumb starts probing my arse. As it pops through the tight muscle to go inside me, I cum. like a waterfall, flooding your hand. You keep fingering me until the last wave has finished racking my body. You then remove your hand and I hear you sucking on your fingers as I press back into you, trying hard to stay standing.

“Oh God” I groan.

The band is taking a break and people are heading back to their seats. Lara tries to take my hand to lead us back to our table. But I tell her no.

“You find your own way home Lara. I have someone here I need to meet. To know more.”

She looks at me shocked and turns in a huff to go back to the table. I don’t care. I know she will be back. She wants me too much. I turn and look at you smiling.

“Thank you. My name is Tarnee.” and then I kiss you long, slowly and passionately.

You slowly peel your lips from mine and take my hand.

“Come…….” you order me.

I follow unable to resist you. You have me in your power. You have my body and soul under your control. I follow you gladly out the door to the car park. It is full of cars and a good number of bikes especially some fine looking Harleys. I am guessing by your leather jacket that one of them is yours but you lead me past them to a car. You stop before it and take me in your arms holding me….kissing me hungrily.

Your fingers confidently start undoing the buttons on my blouse.

“You have done this before,” I think to myself.

You pull the blouse loose from my skirt and reach behind me to expertly unclip my bra. My globes fall free as you pull my bra away from them and start caressing them with your hands. Taking my nipples between your fingers, you pinch and tweak them….roll them. They are hard as pencil tip erasers now. Dark pink and hard, pointing out from my 36D’s, like beacons in the night

Your mouth moves from mine to take one of my rock hard tips between your lips. Sucking on it so sensually, you are sending mini shock waves coursing through my body. The other nipple is given equal attention.

You then stand back a bit from me and say, “Take off your thong.”

I do as you bid, sliding my now saturated thong down my long legs and stepping out of it. Tossing it on the hood of the car, I face you again. My heart is racing and my cunt is throbbing with desire once again. What is this spell you have me under. I don’t even notice that your mates have left the bar and are standing at their bikes watching us. Every fibre in my body is attune to you and you only. My eyes are looking into yours so deeply, it is like I am looking into your soul. And it is a soul that mine has been searching for. I know this. I feel it with every single one of my senses.

Your hands go to the hem of my skirt, just below the hips and you start to slide it up. You can see my mound.

“Thank God, I shaved today,” I think to myself.

My eyes watch yours. They are perusing my body like a new owner looking over his acquisition. starting with the hair dampened with sweat… clinging to my forehead my temple….taking in my heaving breasts showing beneath the ivory bra pushed up to give you access. Moving down my stomach to where the skirt is tucked up, your eyes travel to my red snail trail that runs down my mound to stop at my slash. My legs are spread a little so you can see my gleaming lips poking between my gash. Your eyes go down, taking in my long shapely legs before coming back to my pussy again.

Your hands grip my hips and before I realise what you are doing, you have lifted me onto the hood of the car. You order me to open my legs but it wasn’t an order you needed to issue. My legs had already opened. My body wants this so badly. My pussy is craving your touch….. your fingers…..your tongue…………your cock.

Placing your hands on the tops of my legs, just below the hips, you bring your mouth down to my thighs. Kissing them so softly. So surprisingly soft. But so erotically my pussy starts dripping even more. I try to slide my body lower on the hood. Trying to bring my yearning hole closer to your mouth but you will not be rushed. You are enjoying yourself too much to rush. You are relishing my scent ..my taste. Slowly kissing your way up to my pussy, I moan and call out to you begging for more. But once again you ignore me, taking your lips to my other leg. Kissing the thigh there. You work your way up slowly towards my gash once more.

I can stand it no longer and I put my hands behind your head, pulling it to my throbbing wet pussy. You bury güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri your face in me. Your lips are pushing through mine to get to my entrance. Sucking at my juice. You stop. Lifting your head to look at me, your face is covered in my cream.

“What do you want?” you ask me.

I moan but you want an answer.

“What do you want me to do bitch?” you say. “Tell me what you want!”

“Oh God, I want you to suck on my clit. I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to eat me until I fill your mouth with my cum. I want you now,” I beg.

Your head moves back down to my throbbing pussy and your tongue slides along my crack. Starting at my ass.. across my wet wanting cunt ….. to my clit. Using your fingers, you push the hood back exposing my hard little pearl to the cool night air. My body gasps in a breath of air. Your tongue flickers at it causing jolts of electricity to shudder through me. You suck it into your mouth, tongue still licking as you suck.

My body writhes in ecstasy.. in agony… wanting more. Following the crease, your tongue licks through my lips to my entrance. My juices are dripping from me and you lap at them like a hungry kitten. I moan as my pussy tries to clench itself around your tongue. Trying to pull it in deeper. You finally oblige and your tongue delves deep in me exploring. Fondling my insides. You find my g spot and your tongue does a dance over it. And then you start to suck.

“Oh my God”

I have never felt such an exquisite feeling. My body trembles….my legs start to shake as an earth shattering orgasm tumbles from my body, filling your mouth with my sweet nectar. You swallow and suck until my body finally stops its spasms. Stops issuing its juices from me.

You lift your cum covered face and say to me, “you have cum twice now bitch. Now I want you to suck my cock.”

I slide off the car and kneel at your feet. Unbuckling your belt and unzipping your jeans, I delve my hand into your shorts feeling for this cock that had me so turned on in the club. My eyes fill with lust as I first see it removed from your shorts. See the hard angry knob gleaming under the street light. I notice that you have some precum dribbling from it and my tongues swoops to sample your jism.

It has an earthy, savoury tang to it and I start to suck on your bulb as my hand girths your rigid shaft stroking smoothly. I lick all over your head and I suck up and down on your hard cock. My other hand has found your balls and is weighing them….kneading them.

You weave your fingers through the hair at the back of my neck and pull my head down onto your throbbing stiff cock. It pushes down into my throat making me gag and I pull back slightly but you push it back again.

I start to fuck your dick with my mouth. My head bobbing faster and faster as your excitement mounts. My hands feel your testicles tighten. My mouth feels the cum rising up your rod. I suck harder and faster. Your hands are pulling my mouth over your cock. It is ramming deep in my throat as I feel the first wave of your seed squirt from your eye down my throat nearly choking me. I quickly swallow and pull my head back a little as surge after surge of delicious hot cum fills my mouth, dribbling from the corners as I don’t swallow quickly enough. Strands of it hang from my chin and I use my fingers to scoop them up and suck on the fingers.

You lift me to my feet pulling me close to you. Kissing me. It is only then I notice from the corner of my eye that your friends have been watching looking on expectantly. I stiffen in your arms and start to tremble.

You look at them and say, “piss off! She is my bitch.”

I relax in your arms now revelling in their closeness. Feeling protected. Feeling safe. Feeling loved.

When the trembling in my body finally subsides, you lift my chin up… tilting my head…forcing me eyes to look at yours.

“My name is Ian. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck every part of your body. I want to start making love to those sexy toes of yours and work my way up your body until I finally reach those sweet lips. Then I want to work my way down your back to your tight little butt and I wanna fuck your ass as I bend you over so I can pay with those great tits of yours. What do you say my sexy little Tarnee? You wanna come home with me and be my bitch.”

My heart is swelling as I realise you want me as badly as I want you. I gulp in air and nod my head yes.

“Say it then Tarnee,” you order me. “Tell me what you want.”

In a quavering voice, I answer, “I want to be your bitch Ian. I want you to do all those things. I want to do for you what ever you want me to…..whatever you tell me to. I want to come home with you. Yes oh yes… I want to come home with you.”

“Come then love.” you gently tell me.

And my heart feels like it will burst as you lead me to your Harley. You pass me a spare helmet from your bike. Climbing on, you start the engine thrumming. As I climb behind you, güvenilir bahis şirketleri my skirt hitches up around my hips again and my bare fanny sits on the pussy seat behind you. My thong is tucked safely in your pocket as we ride off to the start of my life with you.

The vibration of the big engine under my seat has my box pulsating……. wanting a cock to fill it. We have only travelled about 20 kilometres when I can stand it no longer. My arms are wrapped around your waist and my hands begin to wander, rubbing you dick through you jeans. Feeling it stir… come to life under my fingertips. I press my breasts into your broad hard back. I am crushing my tits against you as I continue to stroke your hardening shaft with my hand. I know if I were to move back and look at the back of your jacket, I will see indentations in it from my stiff nipples.

You flip on your indicator switch and pull into a grassy verge. The road is fairly deserted apart from the odd truck passing by. Switching off the engine, you dismount. We both remove our helmets.

Unzipping your pants and pulling out your stiff member, you say, “you want me to fuck you Tarnee, my love.”

“Yessss…… please Ian…… please fuck my cunt. I need your hard bone inside me….filling me…..ramming me.”

“Bring your leg over Tarnee. Sit side saddle.” you order me.

And I quickly bring it over, spreading my legs wide so you can see how wet my box is. How much I want you. You push me back a little and guide your knob to my slit. Sliding it along my swollen throbbing gash. Pressing it against my sensitive clit making me shiver. You push it through my slippery engorged flaps pausing at the entry to my pulsating pussy. Holding it there as my cunt clenches…. quivers wanting more.

“How much do you want it Tarnee?”

“Oh Ian fuck me please. I want you. I need you. I have to have your cock in me now. Fuck me for God’s sake!” I demand.

And you do. Ramming it into my pussy until your head slams the tip of my womb. My pussy clenches. My legs wrap around you, holding you deep inside me.

“Fuck yes Ian. Oh yes love. Fuck me hard babe.” I moan as you start pounding my cunt with your mighty shaft.

My pussy fits around your cock like a scabbard made for your sword. And it is a well oiled sword, covered in my juices. In and out, you assault my pussy. Pounding me so hard you push me across the seat. And before long my body is tensing ready to explode. You sense this and holding my hips tight, you increase your pace. Your head bows to find my taut nipple with your lips…. sucking it….. nipping it.

I yell out your name. My scream breaking the silence that surrounds us, as my orgasm racks my body. Gushing from my cunt, it covers your cock and balls with my cum. My pussy is spasming on your cock as I climax, causing you to release your seed in me. Spurting it deep inside my body. I slump forward into your waiting arms. Kissing you on your lips.

“Thank you love. You continue to amaze me at how hard you make me cum.”

You return my kiss and hold me close as our bodies recover and slow to their normal pace.

“Come on hun. I want you home with me,” you tell me as you climb astride your mighty machine again.

Donning our helmets, I climb behind you, holding you close. My cheek resting on your back. Feeling your warmth through the leather. You start up and pull off onto the road once more.

Down the road another ten minutes or so we start to come upon housing again and you de-accelerate. Cruising quietly, the engine just purring. Of course by now my cunt is dripping again from sitting on this giant vibrator. My hands are once again curling around your cock. Feeling it grow with the tender touch of my fingers. Just as I have him back to his previously rigid state, you pull into a driveway, driving right into a garage that you have opened with a remote control.

Before we enter I quickly look around and see a low hacienda style home with the back enclosed by a high fence. The sound of frenzied barking tells me that you have a few dogs behind it who sound very happy to hear you home. I note that while your lawn is green and well tended, there is a decided lack of colour. And my mind is making mental images of rose bushes there.

You turn the engine off and we dismount, taking out helmets off as we do. I walk to your work bench to put the helmet there and you follow pressing me against the bench from behind. Reaching around me you start to fondle my tits. You start kissing my shoulder and neck. Then nibbling on my ear lobe you say,

“You are a hot little bitch aren’t you, my sexy Tarnee.”

My answer is to push my butt back against that solid bayonet or yours. My hands cover yours and I press them hard against my heaving boobs. You start to pull and pinch at my tips, making me groan with lust. My honey pot is throbbing and dripping wet. I take your hand down to my crotch to show you just how you affect me.

I whimper when you remove your other hand from my tit but you need it to unzip your jeans again, freeing that mighty cock of yours. Pushing me forward over the bench, you slide it along my crack, pushing my puffy lips apart with your head. My juices are flowing as you tease my cunt with the tip while your other hand is flickering….rubbing my clit.

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Just because I’m a Muslim gal who wears the hijab and a long skirt in public doesn’t mean I can’t be the biggest slut you know. Of course, people assume I’m pious and repressed when they meet me, and that suits me just fine. Why? It lets me get away with all kinds of shit. My name is Fowziyah Jabir and I’m a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. The story that I’m about to share with you involves one of the juiciest hookups I’ve had in recent times.

I recently graduated from the University of Calgary with a bachelor’s degree in computer science. I’m not sure whether to go for my Masters right away or try to find work with my B.A. These days, I work as a cataloger for the public library, working the nine to five for seventeen dollars per hour. It’s not a bad job but I feel like I should be doing much more, you know? I mean, I didn’t put myself through four years of school at a university full of rednecks just to end up working at the library for the rest of my days. I can do more. I will do more. I believe in myself.

While on break at work, I ran into one of the handsomest men I’d seen in a long time. Guillaume Pierre, a tall and muscular, ruggedly handsome black guy. Clad in a red silk shirt, dark blue silk pants and Timberland shoes, he had Haitian written all over him. I grew up among a lot of people from the Caribbean in Alberta, Haitians included, and I always found Haitian men very appealing. It’s too bad that most of them are staunch Catholics and would never mess with a Muslim gal like me. I approached Guillaume Pierre, and introduced myself. The dude works at the print and copy center next to the library and came to use the computers during his lunch break. He’s a student at Mount Royal University, studying chemistry. How cool is that?

See? That’s why I like guys from the Caribbean. When they come to Canada, they go to school because they want a better future for themselves and their families. A lot of the young Somali men in Alberta would rather go for easy cash canlı bahis working in the oil sands than go to college or university. That’s why a lot of educated Somali sisters are single. We want to marry educated Somali brothers, the type of men who will step up to the plate and be worthy husbands and fathers, good heads of household. Unfortunately, they don’t want the job, and that leaves us Somali sisters frustrated. Lately, I’ve seen Somali girls walking around malls, restaurants and other public venues in metropolitan Calgary and Edmonton with guys from other communities. Somali guys need to watch out. If they’re not careful, all the pretty Somali girls with college or university degrees are going to end up marrying outside.

Anyhow, back to that fine piece of chocolate I spotted alone in the library, Guillaume Pierre. The guy looked good enough to eat. I don’t make it a habit to flirt with guys I meet at work because I don’t shit where I eat. However, I make exceptions when the dude in question is as flawless as the handsome and sexy Mr. Guillaume Pierre, university student and hard-working professional. He’s oh so yummy, that’s why I gave him my cell number and also added him on Facebook. Hey, like I said, I don’t usually do this but fuck it, cute is cute.

You can’t ignore the ones with great potential, ladies. You simply can’t. Guillaume Pierre is a tall, good-looking and educated black man in western Canada. The way I figure it, I’ve got to be forward with him and move fast otherwise some floozy on his campus or at a bar would probably steal him. I’ve seen a lot of cute black guys at my old school with white chicks and the sight of them together makes my blood boil. Some sisters say they don’t care but I can admit it pisses me off. I don’t like to see that shit, pardon my Somali. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about my juicy hookup with Guillaume Pierre, the handsome Haitian stud.

We kind of clicked at that first meeting, and that night when I got home, we ended up talking for like ninety bahis siteleri minutes. I really liked the way Guillaume Pierre’s voice sounded on the phone. He’s got a deep voice, kind of like that actor Kevin Grievoux from the Underworld movies. I went to bed that night feeling quite pleased with myself. Guillaume seemed really promising so far. A smart, sexy man who’s easygoing, funny, and doesn’t take himself too seriously. Oh, and he knows how to talk to a woman. Dude had me rolling with laughter. I like that in a man. That’s why, when he asked me to go see a movie with him I was all for it.

Guillaume and I began seeing each other shortly after, and our movie and restaurant meetings turned into, well, dating. Now, a lot of Somali girls consider dating haram and they want to wait for the perfect guy to come along, ask for their hand in marriage and ride off with them on a pale horse or some shit like that. Me? I’m a proactive sister. I believe in going out there and getting things done instead of waiting for stuff to fall into my lap. You have to go after what you want, you know? And man am I glad I did! Guillaume Pierre turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. Six weeks after we met, I took him home for a test drive, and let me tell you, the Haitian stud did not disappoint. He rocked my Somali ass!

I lay on my bed, stark naked, and Guillaume stood before me, feasting his eyes on me. I gently pinched my nipples and slid a finger into my cunt. Come to me, I said. Guillaume smiled. Yes ma’am, he said, and came to me. He took my feet and massaged them with those surprisingly gentle, big hands of his. Taking my toes into his mouth, he sucked them one at a time, each and every last one of them. Hmmm. I like that. Dude’s kind of kinky. After licking my toes, Guillaume kissed me full and deep, then sucked on my tits, flicking his tongue over the areolas. At the same time his hand slipped between my legs, and he began fingering my pussy.

I moaned softly as Guillaume began fingering my cunt, and soon he kissed bahis şirketleri a path from my lips to my neck, my belly and finally my pelvic area. His agile tongue darted inside of me, and I shuddered as I felt him lick and probe my pussy. Teasing my clitoris with his tongue, Guillaume thrust his fingers into my cunt. Hot damn, the Haitian dude really knew his way around the female body. Moaning softly, I urged him to continue. Guillaume licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow, and in the end, the dude had me begging for mercy. You haven’t felt anything yet, he said confidently. I was ready for more!

Later, I rolled a condom on Guillaume’s dick after getting him nice and hard thanks to some good sucking. I love sucking dick and my oral skills are among the best. Guillaume is uncut, which is surprising but I don’t mind. Cut or uncut, it’s all good as long as the man knows how to use it. I sucked him real good. Afterwards, I climbed on top of Guillaume and began riding him. Right before we started fucking, he had a rather unusual request. The dude actually asked me to put on my hijab before he stuck his dick inside my pussy. From what I’m told, lots of non-Muslim guys have such a fetish. A lot of Muslim women would be turned off by it but not me. I’m open to experimenting. That’s why I acquiesced, putting on my hijab before straddling Guillaume. The sexy Haitian stud put his hands on my hips and thrust that hard dick of his into my cunt.

Guillaume and I sucked and fucked the night away, ladies and gentlemen. A good time was had by the both of us. The charming Haitian gentleman I met in the library downtown turned into a raging lion in the bedroom, in the best way possible. He smacked my ass, ripped off my hijab and pulled my hair while slamming his hard dick into my cunt from behind. He grabbed my throat and locked eyes with me while fucking me sideways. Hot damn, talk about intense. I had an awesome time with him, and he was definitely worth the wait. We’re still seeing each other, and we’re happy together. I’m a Muslim woman from Somalia and my boo is a Christian man from Haiti. Who cares about religious and cultural differences? Life is too short to bother with bullshit. I just want to live my life my way, and only Allah can judge me.

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The air is thick and heavy with humidity. The windows are open, letting the sounds of the night creep their way inside, but there is no breeze to be found. A ceiling fan clicks away, offering no relief at all. The heat is inescapable.

We’re lying there in bed – naked. Any amount of clothing would be too oppressive. I can tell you’re just as restless as I am. We take turns wobbling the bed slightly as we toss and turn. Trying to find any position that will offer the comfort of sleep.

I lift my head up off of the pillow and look over my shoulder at you. You’re laying there on your stomach. Your legs wide open with one bent at the knee. The sheen of sweat on your skin mixes with the moonlight. Your body glowing in the darkness.

You look so beautiful lying there. Almost peaceful if it wasn’t for this heat. My eyes trace over every curve. I’ve been intimate with all of them, but they never fail to excite. I’m growing more restless. Except now, it’s not from the heat.

I do my best to try and ignore it. I’ve never been any good at that with you, though. Even in the dark of night you captivate me. A willing victim of lust. It’s not long before I feel that familiar throbbing between my legs.

I look over at you again. This time illegal bahis I can’t resist. I roll over closer to you. You don’t seem to pay me any attention. I hesitate for a moment. Wondering if you finally managed to find sleep after all. I decide the risk is well worth the reward.

Soft kisses on the upper part of your back. Light enough to not disturb a deep sleep. I can feel the change in your breathing. That short, excited breath you took that pressed your back slightly into my lips.

You tense up briefly to give your body a little stretch and then relax. Settling in for more kisses on your back. Out of the corner of my eye I notice something. The subtle movement of your hips in the moonlight. They’re calling me.

My hand greets the apex of your hip. Sliding down to your ass. Seizing it quickly, but followed by a slow, drawn out squeeze. I savor that sensation of friction as I feel your ass sliding out of my fingers.

Your hips begin to move more. Showing their eagerness. Inviting me in. My hand accepts, sliding in between your legs. You’re so warm down there. No sooner do my fingers get their first taste of wetness are you closing your hips around them.

My fingers trapped. You slide your hips back and forth. My illegal bahis siteleri fingers quickly become slick. Making it easy for you to grind your pussy. I can feel your hips squeezing tighter when my fingers catch you in just the spot.

I can hear those long heavy breaths of yours partially muffled by the pillow. They’re the sort made when seeking pleasure and beginning to find it. You reach back for me. I suspect you’re trying to brace yourself, but I’m wrong.

You want to feel my warmth. That blood pumping, throbbing warmth. You take my hardness in your hands. Now my hips begin to move. Sliding the full length of my cock in between your closed hand. Heavy breathing of my own as my forehead rests against your back.

Warmth is good, but we need heat. The only way we can find an escape on this summer night is to make heat of our own. Climb on top of me. Ride me. We will find that relief we desperately need together.

I grab you and roll you over right on top of me. It all happens so fast that it can only be described as acting on instinct. The second your hips drop down my cock is inside of you. Your hands pushing down on my chest. Searching for that heat each time you grind on me.

The mix of sweat and wetness canlı bahis siteleri makes your hips glide with ease. Every time your hips come forward you take all of me. Grinding me with purpose. The sounds of night can no longer be heard. They are muted by the sounds primal desperation.

You begin to lean back. Supporting yourself by grabbing my legs. I can feel your fingertips digging into me. I can see the silhouette of you riding me. Your body bathed in a mix of moonlight and shadows. Your head tilted back, like entering into a trance. Your hips moving ever forward. Craving me even deeper still.

A feeling shared by me. Grabbing your hips. Pushing them away. Pulling them back with force. Each time we connect met with escalating moans. Finding our way in the darkness with only touch and sound. Closer and closer.

This is it. This is our heat. The moment we were searching for when the world fades away in rapture. Our senses becoming consumed by the pleasure our bodies make together. Every second we spend here never to be forgotten.

The heat becomes too overwhelming. We must surrender eventually. Not to the heat, but to each other. We let go of holding on to paradise and come crashing back into reality. Both cruel and beautiful at the same time. Enjoying those final fleeting moments of where we just were.

The windows are open, letting the sounds of night creep their way inside. A ceiling fan clicks away. The peacefulness of night has returned. Sleep comes easy now.

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I gotta just say it. I like sex. Since my first time in high school, I just like sex. I like talking about it, I like thinking about it, I like doing it, and therein lays the problem.

Early in my marriage, I was going through some of the rough patches —- the kind that all young couples go through in making their adjustments to one another. Our arguments had become so bad, my husband and I had separated temporarily. He had gone so far as to move out of the house to his own apartment while we sorted things out. The first thing that I felt was the sheer boredom of being home alone at night. Not only was I lonely, but I was horny as well.

That it seems was a large part of our problem. I wanted sex far more than my husband did, and it was causing some heated arguments. But now, after a couple of weeks of being alone, I had gotten to the point where my own fingers were just was not all that exciting to me.

We had moved to a neighborhood that where I felt isolated. I wasn’t that familiar with my neighbors, but I had met the lady across the street, so one evening I decided to go across for something, anything to do, to take my mind off wanting to fuck. She was older than me, and had a daughter a little younger than I, and son who was near my age. He happened to be there this evening.

He had stopped by for some dinner after work, and was about to leave to cycle home. He was cute, so I tried to strike up a conversation. I was so bored; I did not want to go back home. He had a deck of cards on the counter, playing solitaire, and I asked if he knew how to play Hearts. “No,” he said. “I’ll show you, it’s easy!”

We played a couple of hands, and then he said he had to get headed home. I asked if he would like to come over some evening and play hearts. “Sure,” he said uncommittedly. “I’ll let you know.”

I went home alone again that night, but I had a different face in mind when I masturbated that evening.

The next day I asked his sister more about him, and somehow the conversation got around to cleaning his apartment as a surprise. She loaned me a spare key to his apartment, and my mind began to whirr. I just bet I could get rid of some of my horny urges.

I went over to his apartment while he was at college classes, and cleaned his apartment. During the time, I found a couple of Playboys, and immediately began thinking of a plan to rid myself of some of my current frustration… far better company, I was hoping, than my vibrator at home.

I hurriedly cleaned the apartment, and then undressed in his bathroom. I found a clean dress shirt and a pair of knit swim trunks in his closet. I slipped them on, lay down upon his bed, waited for him to come home.

When he first came in, he was a bit angry that I had broken into his apartment, even if it was to clean it.

“You know, Anna, I appreciate what you did, but you really should have asked.”

He accepted my apology, as it was all in good intention, and we continued with a bit of small talk. He looked a bit pensive, then added, “You know, Anna, you’re the talk of some of the neighborhood kids.”

“Really?! Why?” I blushed slightly.

“You’ve been educating the young boys in the neighborhood. It seems that while retrieving their football from your yard, they got a wee bit distracted, when passing by your picture window.”

“Why!? What was the problem?”

“Seems they have seen you screwing on the sofa with the curtains open.”

I could feel my face redden, but I smiled at the thought. “I was busy,” I said, “I didn’t notice at the time. Did YOU ever peek through my window?”

“Of course not, though at this moment… I think I’m beginning to regret it.”

As he spoke, I slowly slid my hand along my thigh until it rested just above the bulging mound between my legs which was made more prominent by the tight knit swim trunks. I nonchalantly began lightly fingering the cloth. I caught his eyes tracing down towards my hand, then he saw that I had caught him staring. I made no attempt to move my hand; instead, I slid my hand slowly up to the top of the trunks, slipped my thumb under the top edge, and paused. I continued to carry on our conversation, but all the while I was observing his reactions to me. At this point, my horny side overwhelmed my sensible side.

While he was looking directly at me, I stretched the trunks slowly downward revealing more of my belly. I pulled them down just far enough to show a few dark curly hairs emerging just above the waistband. And there I paused. My heart was racing and it was getting hard to carry on a conversation.

“I love that couch,” I added, as my fingers lightly brushed what lay beneath the trunks.

“The couch, or what was happening on the couch?” he laughed. “You know, you really shouldn’t be wearing my canlı bahis şirketleri swimming trunks.”

“Do you want me to…”

“Take them off? Yeah, You really should take them off… about now would be good.”

He smiled then made sure I saw him looking at my hand.

I swung my legs off the bed, stood up, and began slowly rolling the trunks down over my wide hips. When they had rolled down to my knees, he knelt down in front of me and helped me to step out of them. He made certain, however, that when the second leg stepped out, that he was positioned so as not allow my legs to come back together.

So now I was standing, looking down at him, the tail of my shirt hiding what was now my bare ass. I was guessing from the few hairs that had peeked out from the swimming trunks, he knew there was a dark, hairy cunt there as well, which at this point, was at eye level — only a few inches away from he mouth, hidden and separated from him by only by the tail of the blue oxford shirt.

Still kneeling in front of me, he handed me the swimming trunks. As I took them from his hand, he reached around me under the shirt and found my bare buttock. “Mmmm, nice,” I thought. He gathered the other cheek in his left hand and squeezed them both.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t wearing something else of mine under there,” he said laughingly.

“And what’s the verdict?” I asked.

“Obviously, I had been missing out with the couch show,” he said.

He began to softly massage my ass in large circles. I dropped the trunks to the floor, placed both hands lightly on his shoulders and closed my eyes while he massaged my ass. After a few moments, I lifted the shirttail upward revealing the thick curly growth of hair between my thighs. I had always been proud of my hairy cunt… the mass of abundant curly hair made my cunt look huge.

“Wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.” I laughed, “This is the only other thing I’m wearing.”

“Was this what you were showing the boys on the couch? They said they could hear your pussy being pounded. You like it hard, huh?”

“They could hear me!? Oh I like it any way I can get it! ” I giggled and though I didn’t really care, I blushed slightly and wiggled my ass.

He was admiring my bulging dark cunt. My dark, long hairs were thick and curly over my entire pussy, my mounds were thick and fleshy, and there was a slight rosy pink color to the skin beneath the hair. My slit was closed tightly except at the top where it parted ever so slightly to reveal a tiny glimpse of my pink knobbed hood.

“Damn! I’ll be hanging outside your window every night from now on!” he remarked.

I responded by parting my thighs further, and thrusting my hairy bush towards him. My swelling hood barely emerged from my thick growth of hair. He leaned forward and kissed my slit softly at the point where the hood was emerging. I could only respond with a whimper and I placed my hands at the back of his head.

“Are you hanging on, or pointing me in the right direction?”

“Pointing for now, hoping I need to hang on later,” I laughed. “Kiss me again.”

He parted my knees further, and I responded by pushing my hips forward towards his face. There was darker skin on my cunt mound, and it was less thickly covered than the upper part of my pussy, which was now bulging from between my thighs. He took one of my hands, and pressed my middle finger onto my closed slit. He began guiding it gently up and down into the slit until my pussy mounds parted slightly, at which point he pressed my finger into my own cunt. I shuddered. I could feel the wet warmth of my cunt’s juice on our fingers. I could feel the heat of my cunt! I knew he was close enough now to smell the perfume of my pussy.

He pushed my finger deeper inside of me, and then, encourages me to keep fingering my pussy while he reached between my thighs, beneath my cunt and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel him pressing a finger onto my asshole… not in it, but simply circling and pressing gently. He then slipped my finger out of my cunt and began sucking my cunt juice off. His tongue replaced my finger in my cunt, flicking and searching until he found the hard knob at my hoods tip.

I placed both of my hands behind his head again, and pressed his face into to my hairy mound. He glanced upward and saw I was watching with delight from between my tits at him burrow into my thick bush.

The scent of my perfume mixed with my cunt’s own scent and was wafting upward from where his head was pressed. I parted my thighs even more, and pushed my hips towards him. I could feel him tasting, licking, sucking my juice, fluttering upon my clit. He glanced upward again, and from between my breasts I could see an intense look in his eyes.

“You had canlı kaçak iddaa better lie down on the bed because I plan on doing this for awhile.” And he pushed me towards the bed, his head still burrowed between my thighs.

“Just how long do you plan on doing this?”

“Hours. I could eat your cunt for hours.”

I moaned and opened my thighs wider.

Now that I was lying on the bed, he began spreading my juice around the inside of my cunt. Then, with one hand, he parted my ass cheeks, holding them open with his thumb and forefinger, while he began circling my anus rim with another finger, now dripping from my cunt juice. Occasionally he would dip back into my cunt for more of my wetness and then return to circling my rim, my puckered button involuntarily spasming with each circle. I reach down and began to familiarly rub my clit with my middle finger.

I could feel my cunt juice flowing down until it met his busy finger on my small brown rose button.

“Hold yourself open,” he told me. Eagerly I parted my hair covered fleshy mounds, fully exposing my pink, thickened inner lips and what was now the open hole of my pussy. He seemed fixated on my deep, round, gaping hole, and sighed, “Damn, I’d like to crawl inside of you…”

I was so hot now. “Come on in!” I laughed. “You’re welcome to try anything you see.”

He pinched my inner lips between his thumbs and forefingers and slowly stretched them outward, opening my cunt wider still. “Butterfly wings!” he smiled.

The sensation of my inner lips being stretched caused me to spasm. I spread my legs wider and was now looking down wondering what he was going to do next. I enjoyed watching my self being fucked, so I grabbed a pillow from beside me, lifted my hips and slid the pillow beneath me so that I could better see him playing with my open hairy cunt. My inner lips no longer hid beneath the curly hairs, but were now swollen beyond her mound… lying pink, wet and inviting. He grabbed them both and gently stretched them outward as far as they would stretch.

“My beautiful butterfly!” I could feel his breath on my cunt as he said it. He released my “wings” and they fell limply onto my pussy.

Parting my mound again, he grabbed my inner lips again and stretched them even wider this time towards my spread thighs. My clit and hood stood erect now, and seeing it, he had an uncontrollable desire to taste me. Sensing this, I pushed my hips upward off the pillow towards his face. Then I looked at him and waited… my cunt spasming involuntarily, my juices trickling down to my ass.

He released my lips, and then pressed my ass cheeks apart. He did nothing for a moment, simply admiring my hairy cunt and my inner lips now lying upon the wet curly hair on my puffy mounds.

“Unbutton the shirt. I want to see your tits. Then, I want to suck your clit until your nipples get hard,” with that he pressed his face onto my wet, hairy cunt, parted my mound with his tongue. As I was unbuttoning the shirt, he began licking me, feeling for my clit.

I unbuttoned the last button, and my tits, while not huge, are nice sized globes. They fell toward the sides, their large brown areoles painting a target for my slightly hardened nipples, beginning to stand already erect.

He gathered my hood and clit between his lips and began sucking and flipping my button-like clit with his tongue. I could only moan as he slid his hands up along my belly, and then cupped my tits in his hands.

I was torn between watching his hands on my tits, or his head between my thighs. He had increased the pace of his licking, and I made my choice, widening my thighs and then, I began slowly, seemingly automatically humping his face.

Lifting his head, he looked at me from between my tits and parted thighs — through a tuft of my bushy cunt hair and said, “This is much better than watching you fuck on the couch.”

“Much!” I agreed, and pushed my cunt up towards his mouth. “Shut up and eat me!”

He smiled, and I grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him into my cunt. I did not realize until he mentioned it later, but my thick hair and fleshy lips were almost smothering him. He was obviously enjoying the taste and smell of me, and the wetness of my pussy juice covered his face.

He alternated between eating my cunt out hard while I was bucked my hips against his face, to then gently, slowly pulling my cunt hairs with my lips, all the while barely tracing the swollen inner lips with the tip of his tongue… breathing warm breath into my open hole. Between his tongue and my cunt’s juices, his face and my pussy were drenched.

“You make me so hot!” I said as I continued humping his face. I could stand it no longer.

I pushed him onto his back, straddled his head and then lowered my canlı kaçak bahis cunt onto his mouth. I had lost control.

“Eat me. Eat my pussy!” I said, churning on his mouth, “Oh, lick it, eat it! Eat my pussy!!”

I was intent on watching my cunt being devoured! I was staring down between my jiggling tits as I straddled his head. I began a fucking motion on his mouth, grinding my cunt on his mouth. With each grind, he would tongue my pussy deeply, while he watched my tits swinging above him. I had control over where his tongue and mouth were on me. At times, I pressed my hairy lips tight upon him, making it difficult for him to breathe. But I wanted to fuck.

Personally, I think he was enjoying the new view — wide thighs on either side of his head, my tits rocking to my fucking motions. I became intense, and he could see it in my eyes while I directed my cunt’s motion on his mouth. He could play with my tits, he could play with my ass and I could watch it all. At that moment, I was a happy woman.

I told him I wanted his cock in me, but he refused until I came. I did suddenly — violently, pressing my cunt onto his mouth. Moaning, I leaned forward and my tits swung an inch or so above him. My cunt shuddered on his face while I continued to grind against his mouth.

“God, I want you in me!” I growled, then slid backwards and undid his pants. I moistened his cock with my mouth (not that it was necessarily as wet as my pussy was). It was the least I could do for such a generous lover. I straddled his hips, and eased my wet pussy down onto his cock, guiding into my hole with my hand.

I began pumping my ass up and down hard and fast, occasionally pausing to grind my cunt around when his cock was pressed to the hilt and I needed a breather. My tits were bouncing wildly, and it had to be apparent I was enjoying watching myself fuck as well. Once I moaned displeasure at his cock slipping out of my hot, now insatiable hole. I quickly reinserted it and continued grinding away.

I was enjoying watching us fuck. Just seeing his cock disappear into my patch of thick dark hair, and delighting at how my pink inner lips stretch outward when I was on the out-stroke. I lost myself in fucking, and began grunting animalistic-ally. I leaned over him, my tits swinging inches from face, and came again, this time thrusting, banging onto his cock, uncontrollably, as I stared intensely into his eyes. Now it would be his turn.

Careful not to pull out of my cunt, he pushed his cock into me to the hilt, and then we rolled until I was on my back. I separated my legs further, while he held still, refusing to move. I begged for him to start moving, but he only smiled, and moved slowly and deliberately. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and grabbed my tits in his hands. While holding me like that, he pulled his cock slowly outward until only the head lay squeezed between my pink lips. I was afraid he was going to pull it out. He paused briefly…

Then he whispered something softly; “I’m going to drive you into the ground.” He said it in such a whisper, I did not understand, and asked him to repeat it. While squeezing my tits, he leaned forward, his cock barely in my pussy, and repeated, “I’m going to drive you into the ground.” And sat back upright.

Then, with no warning, he released the grip on my tits, grabbed my hips, and began banging my cunt with a furious attack! The slapping of my pussy, “plop, plop” echoed in the room, almost drowning out my moaning. My ass undulated with each thrust he made into my cunt, and my tits were jiggling on my chest like some beautiful Jell-O sculpture, all in cadence with our fucking motions.

Bang, bang. “Grab your ass and pull it open wider!” he said. Bang, bang. “Hold it open for me!”

I was laughing, but with no hesitation, I grabbed my butt cheeks and stretched myself as wide as possible.

Bang, Bang. He urged me again with “pull it open wider!” full well knowing that was probably not possible. Bang, bang.

“Just fuck me hard, pound me!” I countered laughingly. Bang, bang, plop plop.

He continued pounding my cunt until he came, shuddering, shoving himself deep into me, and pressing hard against my hairy hole. He continued reaming me in a circular motion, first one way, and then the other, while I was twisting my hips in an opposite circle. I had released my ass, and was now milking his cock with my cunt. What an exquisite sensation!

He leaned forward and clutched both of my breasts, rocking against my ass all the while. It wasn’t only my pussy that was wet now; we both were covered in sweat. I lay upon the bed panting heavily, trying to sync my breaths with his.

“I want to try your couch out now,” he said slowly fingering my wet cunt hairs. “And then your kitchen cabinet, your dining table, your backyard… “

I thought, what an adventure, but we never did. I soon went back with my husband and we moved away. But the memory of that day will always be with me, especially when I am in the throes of my pussy is being eaten.

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Another night at work, another night away from him, her mind constantly imagining, imagining his face, his body, his voice, her thoughts drifting, but the sound of his voice is so real, “Honey..”, the voice getting louder, a gentle touch on her shoulder, reality hits her, she turns around in surprise as she listen to his voice saying “Honey..” once more. She holds him, squeezing, “Boo, what are you doing here ?” Looking at her, her thick hips, showing beautifully in her sweats, her tank top on, her body thicker than any other, looking her in the eyes, he leans to kiss her, slowly, passionately, he says to her, “I came to check up on you !” She blushes and turns around, he goes close behind her, pulling her close by the waist, she starts grinding on his dick.

Pulling her closer, she’s grinding harder, leaning, kissing her on the cheek, she put her pen in her clip board, holding onto his chin, she whispers into his ears, “You want me don’t you ?”, grinding harder on his dick, he smiles, chuckles, whispering to her, “Yes, I want you, be in my arms every second of the day!” She turns to kiss him, biting on his bottom lip, pushing her ass back harder on him, he pulls her ever closer. Taking him by the hand, walking to the ladies rest room, he scouts around behind him, making sure no one is watching. She walks in, looking at him in the mirror as she washes her hands, she turns facing him, bottom lip being bitten, lifting her on the sink’s counter top, she wraps her legs around him, kissing her, hand in her hair, the other in her back, he caresses her, pulling her closer to him.

Passionately kissing him, he unhooks her legs from behind him, his hands trailing along the middle of her back, she trembles, slow taking her pants off, his fingers, pressing against her clit, kissing her yet again, she wraps his legs around him, kissing so deep, closing her eyes, she sucks on his bottom lip, her juices soaking her panties, harder, he presses against her clit, she moans softly, she tilts her head, biting on her bottom lip. Her pussy starts to cum, moans getting louder, he pulls her close, kissing, sucking on her neck, as he does, sinks her nails deep into his back, scratching him, trying to pull his skin off. He unwraps her legs, hands on her ass, pulling her panties from behind her ass, pulling the front with his teeth, licking her clit, pressing hard against it, leaning her head back, pulling on her illegal bahis nipples and tits, her eyes rolled back, head tilting even more.

She holds his head, caressing it, he holds her waist, gripping her tighter, as he presses his tongue on her harder, she gasp, every time he hits the spot, tightening her grip on his head, thrusting her waist forward, pulling his head on harder. Moaning softly, arcing her back as she enjoys his tongue, coming up her body, kissing and caressing her more, she leans forward, unzips his pants, pushing her hands into his boxer, feeling on his dick, slowly stroking on it, kissing him just as slowly, his flaccidity getting harder by the second, she kisses him, hops off the counter top, and walks towards the door, he drops his jeans and boxers to the floor. She turns as she hears the belt buckle hit the floor, her eyes and mouth open wide, stepping to the door, she sends him a kiss, he runs after her, holds her hand as she touches the handle, he locks the door, lifts her, taking her back on the counter, his dick pushed in deep into her.

She gasp, gripping his back, scratching hard, nails deep into his skin, he pushes his dick in her, slow and hard, her moans get ever louder, shorter, biting her lips as he keeps hitting that spot, moaning loud, he goes faster, going harder, she screams stop, closing her eyes, tilting her body back, head against the wall, her screams come, pace still increasing, body shaking, lifting her off the counter top, bending her over, hands gripped on the counter top, he pushes his dick in, slowly, her pussy dripping with cum, feeling every vein on his dick, he spanks her ass, jiggling like jello. He starts fucking her, slow and easy, moaning as he fucks her, faster, harder, deeper her fucks her, her moans getting louder, ass moving like the waves in the ocean.

Tightening the grip on her waist, he fucks her harder, faster, pushing her body back on him, her arms tremble, pushing his dick into her, deep and strong. He turns her, lifting on leg on the counter, eating her pussy from behind, squeezing tightly, groping harder on her ass, she lifts her body up right, she takes her shirt off, moaning softly. His lips gliding against her ass, up the middle of her back, she shivers, he stop at her bra, caressing her shoulders, pulling her bra straps off, unhooking her bra by his teeth, pulling them off her. He comes up, hands trailing on illegal bahis siteleri hers, soft and thick, caressing her, from her fingers to shoulders, kissing her shoulders and neck, firmly squeezing on her breast, twisting, pinching her nipples, both body to body, his dick, rock hard pressed against her ass, squeezing on her breast, firmer, stronger, she moans, kissing her neck passionately.

He bends her over, her leg still on the counter top, pushing his dick in slowly, her moans, getting louder, he starts to increase his rhythms, spanking her ass, he hold onto her ankle, other hand squeezing tightly on her waist, her cum running down his dick, creamy, white and thick, her hands in her hair, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, she hums, biting her bottom lip. She pulls her body up, stopping him, turning him, pushing him, she makes him sit on the covered toilet, holding his dick, tongue against it, tasting her juices, a long lick, from the bottom, to the tip of his head, jacking off his dick, fingers rubbing against her clit, her lips sealed around his testicles, licking, sucking. Her lips, she seals around his head, humming, moaning on him, going up and down, quick motions, the sound of its wetness fills the room, echoing back into their ears, he moans, hand in her hair, eyes rolling to the back of his head, slowing down, sealing her lips tighter, tongue twirling on his head, she gets off her knees, climbing onto his legs.

Breast in his face, she climbs on, holding his dick, she slides on slowly, locking her legs in his, she gasp, looking deep into his eyes, bouncing up and down his dick, his lap, clapping against her thighs, his hand feeling, squeezing, caressing her ass, jiggling with every bounce, tilting her body back, he comes forward, kissing in her neck, down to the middle of her chest, kissing on her breast, licking on her nipples, caressing her back, his dick still deep in her, throbbing, her pussy, quinting, cum flowing, her eyes rollin back, moaning, he pushes his body down, pulling her body on his, hands on her waist, looking at her back as it arcs, thrusting his dick into her, quick strokes, she moans loudly, their bodies clapping on each other, her light skin turning red, thrusting faster, her moans turn to light scream, “Fuck me harder baby !”, she begs, ready for the pain, he spreads her ass, pushing her down on him harder, her screams get louder, spanking and holding, canlı bahis siteleri squeezing on her ass tightly, cheeks still spread apart, her breathing interrupts her screams, gasping as he hits the spot, screaming just for the way he fucks her.

She climbs off his dick, legs shaking, shaking her ass for him, bouncing both cheeks, then alternating, starts giving him a wild lap dance, her ass on his abs, coming down his body, wining as she reaches his lap, dipping to the floor, she holds her ankles, pushing her ass in the air, spreading her legs, closing his, she sits on him, leaning forward, arms outstretched, bracing on the cubicle’s frame, locking her legs with his, back arced, she bounces on his dick wild, moaning, wining as she bounces. Pressing his hands deep into her waist, pulling her down on him harder, he watches her ass jiggle, clapping as she goes up, jiggles as it claps against his lap, loving the way her ass looks, spanking her, his dick throbbing harder, her pussy quinting tighter, looking at his kyrptonite, his body getting weaker, she screams, her pussy cuming harder than before, him about to climax, cum surging thru his dick, her legs trembling, getting weak, his trembling between hers, both getting weak.

She screams, his dick squirting, cum surging beep into her pussy, he moans loudly, his eyes rolling, head falling back, she pushes her body back on him, rubbing between her thick legs, wrapping his arms around her, caressing coming up her body, squeezing on her breast, playing with her nipples, caressing up her neck, turning her face, kissing her deeply. She stands, body still weak, pulling him with her, start dressing each other, she puts on his boxers, slipping his vest over his head, kissing his abs, he goes on his knees, pulling her panties up, still soaked from her juices, kissing, licking on her clit, she hooks her bra, pulling up her straps. Pulling up her sweat pants, he does the same with his jeans, she twirls, bend over showing him her ass, wrapping her hands around his neck, shaking her hips, going down his body, she turns and kisses him, eyes closed, imagination running free, putting their shirts on. She holds him by the hand, ready to step out thru the door, he pushes it, turns her around, looks deep into her eyes, kissing her, holding her tight, he whispers into her ears, as they walk out the bathroom together, “Imma be waiting for you in the morning for round two..” She looks at him, biting her lips as he walks away, grabbing for her clipboard, holding it tightly, her mind wandering, a big smile on her face, left motionless, speechless..knocked back to reality as her work starts to pick up….

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Bubble bath filling the air with strawberry essence Ashley leisurely soaked. She had no idea the duration, introducing hot water a couple times to elevate the fallen temperature her sole measure. She looked at her tightened fingertips mirroring tiny prunes, concluded it was time to move the process along.

After a brief shower rinse with a towel wrapping her waist, another wrapping her wet hair Ashley sat at the vanity. Pulling the magnifying mirror close she began her ritual transforming herself into a being of male desire.

Tweezers in hand Ashley began plucking eyebrow strays. Her thoughts began to drift wondering how many months, years in fact, it had been since she would invest this much time, take so much care preparing herself for her husband.

Of course it could never be like when she was carefree, when she and Tom dated or early in their marriage. That was extravagance a four-year-old daughter and six-year-old son just wouldn’t allow.

But then she paused, tweezers falling away, looking deep in the mirror she asked if that were really true. Am I using the children as an excuse? Or have there been opportunities to do more? Have I fallen into the complacency of eight years of marriage?

Tonight would be different; she hoped, the first step to break free of feared complacency, a renewal of their passion and desire.

Admittedly, she wasn’t like most of her friends who juggled full time employment and full time motherhood. Tom’s position provided for them comfortably allowing her to raise their kids without a care in their four-bedroom suburban home.

Ashley recognized some time ago sexual fire that once roared hot had continually dwindled and was now reduced to a still burning flame. They made love typically three, sometimes four times a week, their encounter always beginning with pleasurable foreplay. But it was at the end of a long day; dinner, cleaning up, spending time with the kids, packing them to bed after baths.

They’d usually engage the missionary position, it’s conclusion usually twenty or twenty-five minutes from their first touch, the night growing later, the future’s morning beckoning, they’d kiss good night and drift off to dreamland.

Concerning her most wasn’t her lack of satisfaction, it was her husbands; she sensed it growing. She knew he loved her, cherished their kids, that Tom wouldn’t do anything to compromise their family. But lately, deep within, she’d been haunted by a sliver of fear privately admitting his pent up needs went unanswered.

Ashley broke from her trance not wanting to consider consequences, she just wanted to make things right again. Carefully gliding the eyeliner across her lid she promised tonight would be that beginning. She’d make herself perfect, no detail overlooked.

Then a tingle, almost a tremor rippled through remembering the article she’d read a couple weeks before that spawned the inspiration. Paging through a women’s magazine one afternoon, The Game, caught her eye. The caption beneath guaranteed to spice up a married couples intimate life grown stale.

Two words galvanized her attention, reinvigorate and energize, exactly what she knew they needed. Ashley was intrigued the article promising if they were bold, daring, willing to try something new it would rekindle forgotten passion. The Game called for them to role-play, something out of the norm, fresh and exciting.

Rouge brush in hand, applying color to her cheeks Ashley snickered remembering her initial reaction. Over two days she must’ve read The Game twenty times. Finally relenting to its ruling power she gave it to Tom; petitioned his opinion.

After completing, Tom handed it back then threw the look he sometimes gave following what he considered one of her hair-brained ideas. Like when she wanted the putrid lime green paint color for her new car Ashley wrote off the idea until a few nights later while snuggling in bed Tom asked it she really wanted to give The Game a shot. Ashley surmised later Tom must’ve picked up on her moping, decided to humor her.

Immediately her blood stirred, “Yes I really do…I mean if you want to.”

Tom agreed but Ashley had to swear to abide by the strict rules The Game demanded. One of them would determine the fantasy roles for both partners. Both must play The Game from beginning to end without breaking away from their role or questioning or not allowing a partner’s sexual desire. Tom would determine their roles.

Ashley anxiously buttoned up the silk blouse, her entire outfit new. She’d chosen the cream blouse and black shorter skirt as elegant and sexy. Underneath the skimpiest lingerie she’d ever worn. The thin bra barely contained her and she wiggled feeling the thong wedged between. Ashley never cared for thongs but knew Tom loved the look. Tonight was special; she’d overcome the discomfort.

Satisfaction was hers studying the reflection. Blonde hair curling softly over her shoulders, blue eyes prominent, mascara highlighting her facial features perfectly. canlı bahis şirketleri Small flowers apparent from her bra through the clinging semi see-through blouse complimenting her full round breasts. Not too tight though, nicely concealing the ten extra pounds she kept promising to lose. The flaring skirt exposed most of her long legs, the feature she regarded her sexiest.

Dragging a single finger down her neck her skin felt soft, that long bath producing the desired outcome. She drifted again, wondering what her husband had invented for their fantasy roles. She thought they’d enjoy a quiet dinner somewhere, Tom would tell her the invented characters and then The Game would commence. Maybe he’d rented a hotel room; guised as a traveling businessman she’d come knocking as his hooker. Or maybe a hotel maid who cleaned the room in his presence and they were overcome with lust. Or maybe he’d drop her off and she’d cozy up to the bar between two gentlemen and strike a conversation. He would arrive a little later as a stranger, picking her up with sexually direct innuendos to the dismay of the men hitting on her. The latter seemed most exciting.

With a final glance she decided to open another button exposing more skin, a deeper dimensional view of her ample cleavage. “Perfect!” She concluded with a smile.

***

Foot tapping rapidly she checked her watch for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes; Tom already was almost an hour late. The kids safely stashed away at her parents, this was their evening, where was he? After several calls to his mobile went unanswered her concern grew. Then she heard the rattle of the garage door, hum of the opener, Ashley exhaled a sigh of relief.

Tom walked through the door, her heart raced looking at him outfitted in a starched white shirt, vibrant red patterned tie and pleated charcoal trousers. She found him particularly studly in his business attire, his shirt tapering in from broad shoulders to a slender waist. She loved the way those trousers hugged him just right. A notch above six feet the scale had never exceeded one eighty-five.

Just as quickly as her spirits soared they plummeted as Tom barged into the kitchen hardly looking at her. Ashley anticipated her hours of preparation would be rewarded with an approving smile, warm compliments and even envisioned flowers. The only thing in his hand was a small paper sack.

“Where’s my dinner?” He barked.

“Tom?” She said dismayed. He never acted this way.

He proceeded to the stove loosening his tie and opened the door, “What the hell is going on here? Where is my dinner?”

Palms covering her mouth, “Tom! Honey! I thought we were going out!”

He glared, “Going out?” Then he shook his head disgusted and marched upstairs to their bedroom.

Had something happened at work? Nothing about him was her Tom. Had he been laid off? Fired? Is that why he hadn’t answered her calls? Her eyes began to well up feeling alone, isolated in the kitchen. She heard loud noises upstairs, terrified to know what may have happened wondering why tonight of all nights?

“Come up here!” She heard his call demand.

Ashley smiled affectionately entering their room wanting to console the unknown trouble he was battling. Tom was seated on the bed, she moved in front of him. His expression was blank, green eyes unflinching starring into hers. She wanted to reach out, stroke the curl in his thick chocolate hair but she still couldn’t read him.

Nervous fingers grasping at her skirt Ashley’s eyes fell down the front of her body and she stammered, “Honey…how do I look? I spent the afternoon getting ready for you.” She hoped her sexy appearance might raise his spirits. Her eyes lifted but his expression remained unchanged.

Voice flat, “No dinner? Spending an entire afternoon making yourself pretty?” His gaze traveling down her body, then up again, “To answer your question you look kind of trampy.”

Terror surged through her veins, “Tom!”

He rose and began pacing a circle around her, towering Ashley the better part of four inches. She was insane, not knowing what was happening, what was going on with Tom.

His voice monotone as he moved, “No dinner for your husband who worked hard all day long yet you had plenty of time to paint your pretty face?” His sarcastic tone quizzical, “And then you expect me to take you out?” She watched him shake his head once more. Ashley wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him tight, ask Tom to confide his trouble.

“And you expect me to take you out looking slutty? So all the men will look at you? Well I’m not taking you anywhere. Do you know why?”

Ashley felt her body convulse. Here it comes. She feared Tom would inform her he lost his job, they couldn’t afford going out.

“Honey…”

“Let me tell you why,” his rough, monotone voice interrupted. “Because you’re a spoiled little wife and spoiled wives don’t deserve a night out.”

Ashley shrieked, “Tom?”

“Quiet down!” he commanded canlı kaçak iddaa still pacing around her. “What my spoiled little wife deserves is a lesson; a lesson to put her feet back on the ground. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get, a well deserved lesson.” He returned to his position seated on the bed.

Ashley visibly trembled when he said, “Now lay across my lap and receive the lesson my spoiled little wife deserves.”

Instantly she knew looking in his eyes this wasn’t a joke. What is happening she asked over and over? Could this be The Game? That possibility didn’t seem to exist. They hadn’t developed the roles each would play. This wasn’t exciting it terrified her. Somewhat reluctant she began to move forward.

“Lay across my lap. Now!” he said with urgency.

Timidly she sprawled across him then looked back finding his eyes fused to her skirt directly below him. With a final attempt she squeaked, “Tom?”

“Quiet!” He lashed back his hand now gliding across the fabric. “It’s time you had a lesson.”

Instinctively she raised her hips feeling him pulling up her skirt then questioned if it were wise.

Tom starred downward, her soft, smooth, curving skin arousing every fiber that made him man. The sexy thong circling his wife’s hips then disappearing into her depths captivating. Even after two kids her shapely roundness hadn’t changed much from the day they married. Excitement grew as he surveyed his target.

Softly his hand stroked across her ass. Feeling his delicate touch had Ashley breathing a bit easier, wondering again if they were playing The Game.

SLAP!

Her ass stung immediately and she cried, “Ouch!” Looking back pissed because he’d struck her so harshly, “Tom, what the…?”

SLAP!

“Quiet!” He snarled.

This assault so loud it even stung her ears. Ashley clawed her fingernails into the comforter, anything to help dissipate the pain.

Gazing down Tom was quite pleased with the first round attack; two red handprints branded her ass leaving discernable finger imprints.

His hand again gently rubbing, tone moderated, “The spoiled little wife will learn her lesson. If she speaks the punishment will be more severe.”

His hand tugged at her thong, the sexy one she fantasized would overwhelm him, that maybe he’d slide off clenched in his teeth. “Well this is in the way.”

“Ouch!” she squealed from the sting as his strong hand ripped it away.

Ashley remained silent her head abuzz. Has something gone terribly wrong Tom? What if we’re playing The Game? She agreed to strictly abide by the rules. The Game dictated both must participate without question.

She parted her legs somewhat wider feeling his left hand fall between, his right hand still gliding across her ass.

SLAP!

“Ouch!” Her body jerked, Ashley doing everything to contain herself, to keep from shouting, “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand softly rubbing again, she felt his other hand, the tip of one finger gently caressing between her legs. Strangely her arousal bloomed. Her ass was on fire yet that fingertip slipped easily in an abundance of wetness.

SLAP!

“Owwwww!” It was excruciating, the sting resonating through her entire body. That fingertip had slightly penetrated, probing, intensifying her burning.

Convinced now Tom hadn’t lost his job, nothing was wrong, this was The Game he invented eased her mind. Not because this was The Game she had intended but at least their financial situation seemed clear of dire straits. They weren’t the Titanic steaming toward an iceberg. She realized something else; she agreed to play and must adhere to the strict rules.

Her hips moved, responding to his fingertip lazily gliding just inside.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” She responded, gyrating her hips more.

SLAP!

Another ear-piercing scream and his hand softly resumed stroking, massaging the sting.

A light coating of perspiration grew between their connection, a by-product of the spanking, that manipulating fingertip.

She felt her arousal intensify. Is it because I’m lying bare assed across my husband’s lap? Is the harsh spanking exciting me?

Eyes closed anticipating another spank Ashley felt his body shift beneath her, as reaching for something, felt his erection shooting skyward through his trousers. His left hand fell back between her legs, his right hand, now slicked with oil, massaged her ass. It felt soothing, desperately needed relief from the burning. She knew the milky white now glowed red, doubted given the opportunity she’d be able to sit. Maybe this was the conclusion of the lesson escapade. Treat her wounds then take her.

His hand coated with fresh oil Tom rubbed longer, her body responding to his fingertip delicately probing her wetness. Just when she totally relaxed, SLAP!

“Ouch!” she squealed, the application of oil seemed to elevate the severity. Those spanks burned and stung but now Ashley recognized they intensified her canlı kaçak bahis pleasure. Between her legs a fire roared feeling wetter than ever before, that fingertip gliding easily.

Against the lowest region of her back she felt something, knew it was the bottle of oil. With a generous squeeze oil passed through her like a river through a canyon. Then it fell, dropping like a waterfall, cascading between her legs.

Tom’s fingertip, that so gently caressed her outermost interior, rose upward renewing its exploration in virgin territory. Shocked, extremely uncomfortable, Ashley felt horror. I’m a soccer mom, member of the PTA and a good Catholic girl. I can’t do this it’s dirty, taboo.

Turning her head readying to levy her objection Ashley’s heart stopped remembering The Game. The Goddamn Game! She bit her tongue agonizing over the strict rules that wouldn’t allow her to question or object to any sexual advance. She was powerless, bound from her sworn promise.

The spanking lapsed, his right hand massaging oil across her cheeks stinging hot, the well-lubricated fingertip of his other hand manipulating tiny circles, seemingly determined to gain entry.

Then it hit, Ashley realizing their unspoken roles. Tom was the dominant partner, she was the submissive; the spoiled little wife who had to relent to any sexual desire her dominant partner hungered.

Unexpected sensations began to build, feeling arousal where she’d never experienced pleasure before, his focused manipulation now shockingly longed. Ashley realized she was defenseless and privately surrendered, accepting her unknown fate. The thought of Tom using her, to satisfy desires she never knew existed, using her body however he pleased heightened her exhilaration.

Ashley stiffened, electricity shooting from head to toe, his fingertip finding it’s way inside, her fingers again clawed deep into the comforter.

No longer Ashley, nor soccer mom, nor PTA member, nor good catholic girl but now the submissive, she wanted more. His fingertip withdrew and another river of oil flowed through the canyon re-lubricating both assailant and prey.

“Ahhh!” She squealed, her head jerking upward, his finger dipping inside. The repetitions now constant he penetrated to his first knuckle, “Yes,” she timidly screeched. , Tom smiled a smile she could not see. “Does my spoiled little wife like this?” He asked with a maniacal tone.

“Y…yes,” she answered softly in embarrassed confession.

“Does she want more?”

“Yes,” she answered again.

SLAP!

“Beg then! Beg if you want more!”

Ashley rationalized it was only his finger, she let the submissive answer, “Give it to me! Give me your finger!”

Tom methodically penetrated deeper and deeper, Ashley’s face tightening, toes curling accepting the full distance.

“Is my spoiled wife enjoying this?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Then it’s time for my spoiled wife to learn another lesson.” Ashley let free a frustrated yip as his finger withdrew.

Flipping her over he lifted her legs, crawled out from beneath her. In silence Ashley watched him unbuckle his trousers, let them fall to the floor. She recognized Tom’s relief, his erection standing tall inside his boxers.

“Lay face down, on your knees.”

Ashley obeyed his order without thought. Her arms in front of her, head on the comforter she pulled her knees up beneath her.

Positioned behind, Tom threw up her flaring skirt exposing all of her once more.

Any other time she would’ve been concerned over the well being of the comforter. Tom’s liberal dousing of oil, running down her ass and legs, the comforter soaked it up like water into bread. The bed covering likely would be ruined, but Ashley wasn’t Ashley any more she was the submissive, the submissive couldn’t care less. She wanted more.

First he worked the fullness of her flesh soothing away more sting then his fingertip traced through the canyon where the river flowed. Ashley squirmed feeling his finger again, probing her virgin territory. She longed the new sensation.

Tom rotated his finger till a fraction of the tip penetrated. His voice monotone, “You want this don’t you? You spoiled little wife. You want this back inside you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Well if you want it you have to take it.”

Ashley eased her body back at a snail’s pace accepting the well-lubricated finger of his stationary hand. Slowly she rocked, taking a bit more with each repetition. When she could push back no further, taken it all, SLAP!

“Ouch!” She screeched, wrought by pain, the severity of the blow echoing through the room.

Ashley eased forward pausing to catch her breath, an opportunity for the stinging to subside.

“This is the next lesson for the spoiled little wife. If you want something, you have to pay for it.”

Dammit! Ashley thought. She wanted that finger, wanted it like nothing else, would sell her children to the gypsies for that Goddamn finger. Tom was clear. To satisfy her desire she had to pay a stinging price.

Eyes slammed tight, anticipating the next assault, she resumed rocking slowly back and fourth yet Tom did nothing. But when she slid back, consumed the full length, SLAP! “Ouch!” She screeched again.

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I paused as I passed the mirror I hope he is able to deliver because I’m horny.

The doorbell rings and I opened it to reveal him. He was standing at 6’3″ like he said he did. His lips were full and looked good enough to suck on and other things. I closed the door behind and he immediately pushed me up against the door and thrust his tongue in my mouth. I moaned as my tongue tangled with his, my hands gripping his shoulders, his dick pressed against my stomach an end table was “innocently” beside it with a few things inside it. He didn’t quite understand how much of a freak I am and tonight I planned on showing him a little bit of that side.

I asked him to remove his clothes but keep his boxers on and sit on the bed. He grinned and complied with my wishes, we’re off to a good start. I turned on my stereo which had my strip & fuck CD inside, with “Motivation” as canlı bahis number one. I stared at him and licked my lips as my hands drifted over my body. I started at my neck my fingers barely touching my skin and then down to my breast where I lightly pinched my nipples through my barely there bra and dress. His eyes narrowed at the small moan I gave out. My hands drifted down to my thighs brushing the edge of my dress, bringing it up slowly, revealing my black thong. Still dancing to the music I remove my dress revealing my lace covered C cup breasts. When Janet Jackson’s Would You Mind switched on that’s when I got onto his lap and started to grind up against him.

His dick was hard and stroking me in the right place nearly had me cumming already. I flicked the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip and he groaned as his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close for bahis siteleri another kiss that beat the kiss from earlier. Our tongues were fighting for dominance and our moans were increasing in volume. He ripped my thong off of me as I pulled his boxers off him, although it took a little work because I was sitting on him. I grabbed a condom off my end table and got him straight. With no pretense his dick pushed inside my soaking wet pussy, making me scream out in surprise and pleasure.

It’s been so long since I was filled up like this. I was going to ride his dick like I was in a race, but he had other plans for me. He flipped us over to where I was on my back and he was on top with his dick still buried deep inside me. He ripped the cups of my bra off and took one of my nipples in his mouth as his hips started to work his dick in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around, bahis şirketleri with one hand on his head and the other on his ass. He was fucking the shit out of me, had me moaning and screaming his name, calling out for God and speaking in tongues. He didn’t just move in and out like most guys, he put his hips into rotating them making his dick press into my walls more heavily.

I was close to cumming and I screamed it to him. He released my nipple and looked me in my eyes as he started fucking me harder and faster than before. One of his hands left my hip and went to my throat squeezing it gently, not letting the moment go to his head where he wasn’t choking the hell out of me. I came so hard I blacked out and when I came to, he was still fucking me and his eyes were closed, head tilted up to the ceiling. He looked down at me and I felt another orgasm cumming and as I came, he came as well. He fell on the other side of me, trying not to squish me with his weight. After a few moments he asked about another round. I looked at him and said that let me serve dinner first. My ass was worn out.

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Ray had been going into the same flower shop for the past two years, and the owner of the shop knew him well. She was a nice lady of German descent who kept the business going after the untimely death of her husband a few years before. Ray had a good relationship with her and knew enough about her to know that her two daughters and her son helped her out with the shop when she needed it. He had never seen the son and had caught only a glimpse of one of the two daughters, one of whom was a striking blonde whose smile could stop a man dead in his tracks. She looked a lot like her mother, and Ray thought that if the elder woman looked like this when she was young, she was really something. Having seen only one of the daughters, he often wondered what the other one looked like. All he knew of her was that she was a sophomore at a college on the other side of the state, which explains why he’d never seen her in the shop.

On this day, he had to go into the flower shop to order some flowers for his mother’s birthday, and he knew that the owner of the shop would know what he was there for as soon as she saw him. To his surprise, though, the elder woman wasn’t there. Behind the counter instead was a young girl with long, dark red hair worn in pigtails. As he got closer he could see that she had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen, and was wearing a plaid schoolgirl-type skirt beneath a green wraparound florist’s smock. The smock covered her shirt so he couldn’t see what her shirt looked like, but he could see that the girl was very well-endowed, the slopes of her large breasts tenting out the front of her smock. He tried not to stare as he walked towards the counter. She smiled at him as he approached.

“Hi, I’m Bettie, can I help you?” she said, her green eyes sparkling.

“Yes, I’d like to buy some flowers for…” he began.

“Your mother’s birthday,” she finished for him.

“Yes, that’s right!” he said, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“My mother told me you’d be in here today, and why,” she said, looking at him with those emerald green eyes and smiling at him. “She also told me to take special care of you, that you’re one of our best customers.”

“Well, that was very nice of her!” Ray said, smiling back at her. “You must be the daughter who’s in college,” he said.

“Yes, that would be me,” she replied. “College keeps me pretty busy so I don’t get many chances to help out here in the shop, but I’m home on break now so here I am!” She smiled broadly at him as she spoke, her green eyes flashing brightly.

“So what would you like?” she asked, putting her hands behind her back and rocking her shoulders back and forth slightly, stretching her green smock tight across her more than ample bust line. He tried not to let his eyes lock on her breasts waving at him as she did so.

“Well, what would you suggest?” he asked.

“Some roses would be nice,” she said, turning and walking to the display rack behind her. She reached up to get a bundle from the top shelf, and when she did her skirt rose up and revealed the bottoms of the cheeks of her ass to him. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he felt his cock stir slightly. She retrieved the roses and turned to face him, showing them to him.

“Very nice,” he said. “What else would you suggest?”

“Well, let’s see what else I have that may interest you,” she said. She turned and put the roses back up on the shelf, showing him the bottom of her ass again. He wondered if she was intentionally flirting with him as she moved to the middle of the shelf and bent over from the waist, picking up a display from the lower shelf. He got a clear view of her illegal bahis rounded, shapely ass as her skirt rode up again, and his cock began to grow. She straightened up and turned around as she showed the display to him.

“This is a general-purpose display, and is very nice,” she said, smiling at him.

“Yes, it is, but I’m not sure that’s the one I want,” he said.

“Well, take a look at this rack,” she said, turning to put the display back. “I have several things here that I think you’d like,” she said, bending over again to put the display back. This time her feet were slightly apart, and when she bent over she gave him a clear view of her shaven pussy lips nestled beneath the rounded curves of her ass. She looked around at him, still bent over, and said, “See anything you like?”

“Yes, I do,” he said, positive now that she was flirting with him and was very serious about it. “I see a very nice display, rounded and full, with some very smooth and delicate petals that I’ll bet are very soft to the touch. Right?” he asked, and she smiled a wicked smile as she stood up and walked over to the counter.

“Right,” she said, “they are very smooth indeed. Would you like to see for yourself?” she asked, the look in her eyes speaking volumes.

“Yes, I would, very much,” he replied.

She walked around from behind the counter and over to the door, where she turned the lock and hung a sign in the door that said, “Back in 30 minutes,” then walked back and took Ray by the hand, leading him past the counter.

“Come with me!” she said over her shoulder, and Ray followed her into the back of the shop into the work area where the flower arrangements were put together, out of sight of the front windows of the shop. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers.

“I have something else I think you’ll like, too,” she said, stopping and turning to face him. She reached down and untied her smock, pulling it open to reveal her breasts to him. She was wearing a see-through light blue shirt and no bra; her large breasts were clearly visible through the blue material. Her areolas were very large, and centered in each one was a pert, round nipple. She pulled the smock aside and then pushed her breasts inward with her fists, creating some spectacular cleavage. He could see her perfectly round nipples getting hard and poking against the shirt as she pushed her breasts together.

“Well, what do you think?” she said, smiling a ‘come fuck me’ smile at him.

“I think they’re spectacular,” he said, walking over to her. He placed his hands on her breasts, lifting them in his palms and then squeezing them firmly. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and she shuddered, inhaling a sharp quick breath as he did this. With his hands massaging her soft, full breasts she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, her tongue snaking into his mouth and finding his. She pressed her hips against him and felt his hardening cock; she ground her hips against it slowly as they kissed. He slipped a hand down around her body and grabbed her ass with it, squeezing the round globe hard as he pulled her close to him. She slipped a hand down his body to find the hard tube of his cock, squeezing it through his trousers. He was rock-hard now, throbbing with desire, and was aching to fuck her. He slid his hand around her hip and under her skirt, sliding his fingers over her smooth pussy lips. He slipped a finger between them to find that she was soaked. She jumped when his finger slipped over her clit. She finally broke the kiss and spoke in a breathless voice, her desire obvious.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you illegal bahis siteleri for the first time,” she said, nibbling on his ear while gripping his cock with her hand. “I just couldn’t get my mother out of here!”

“I’m glad you did,” he said, sliding his finger inside her pussy. She gasped, then moaned in his ear as his finger slid in deep. She was sopping wet and ready for him.

“Not as glad as I am,” she said, stepping back from him, “and not as glad as you’re going to be!” She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his fly, quickly unzipping his pants. She reached inside and slipped her fingers inside the fly of his boxers, pulling out his hard cock. She smiled when she saw it for the first time.

“You’ve got a great prick, Ray!” she said, smiling up at him as she wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and began to pump it up and down. “Nice and hard; big, too! How big are you?”

“A little more than six inches,” Ray replied, watching her pump his cock with her hand.

“Mmmm, this is gonna feel so good inside my tight little pussy!” she said, looking at his cock. “But first…” she said, never finishing the sentence. She slipped her mouth over the head of his cock and slowly sucked nearly his entire shaft into her mouth. As she began sliding her mouth up and down his cock, she reached inside his boxers and pulled out his balls, massaging them in her hand while she sucked his cock. Ray closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him; this girl was good! If she kept this up he’d be blasting his load in her mouth in no time! But for the moment he just let her go at him, enjoying the sensations of her tongue sliding around his shaft and the head of his cock.

After several very enjoyable minutes of the best blowjob he’d ever had, Bettie slipped his cock from her mouth and then licked the underside slowly from the base to the head, then looked up at him and smiled.

“I could make you cum like this,” she said, pumping his slippery cock with her hand, “but I’ll save that for later. I want this big, hard cock inside my pussy, and I want it in there right now!”

She stood up, keeping one hand wrapped around Ray’s cock, and kissed him again. Then she turned around and bent over, resting her elbows and forearms on the worktable in front of her. Her short skirt lifted up over her ass as she bent over, and she spread her feet apart to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy lips to him. Ray could see that they were already swollen and parted, and he could see the moisture on them. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a wicked, “fuck me now!” smile as she wiggled her ass at him.

Ray unfastened his pants and dropped them and his boxers to the floor as he moved in behind her, his hard cock pressing against her smooth pussy lips. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slit to get it wet with her juices; she was more than ready for him! He placed the head of his cock against her opening and pushed, sliding his entire cock deep inside her pussy with one stroke. She was incredibly wet and incredibly tight, and she threw her head back and moaned as Ray filled her up.

“Oooohhh, that feels good! Aahh, yesss!” she said as she pushed back against Ray’s hips, driving his cock deeper. She wiggled her hips against him, her tight pussy gripping his shaft. She was hot, wet, and tight, tighter than any woman he’d ever been with before, and Ray knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her up with his cum. Ray moaned as he began stroking in and out of her in long, deliberate strokes.

“That’s it, Ray!” she gasped, thrusting back to meet his strokes. “Fuck me! canlı bahis siteleri Fuck me hard! Fill my tight little pussy up with your big, hard cock!” She gripped the edge of the table as she moved against him, driving his cock deep into her with every thrust. Ray grabbed her hips with his hands and began driving hard, thrusting his cock deeper inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” she cried, “That’s it! Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!” Ray could feel her gripping his cock with her pussy muscles as he stroked in and out of her. The underside of his shaft was rubbing against her clit, and was driving her closer to orgasm with every thrust. Ray looked down and saw his cock, shiny with her pussy juices, sliding in and out of her smooth, shaven pussy, her inner lips gripping it as he slid out. He knew that he was going to cum soon, and hoped that he could hold out until she did. He didn’t have long to wait.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum…oh my God, I’m cumming!” she cried, clamping down on his cock with her pussy as she slammed her ass back against him. She screamed as her orgasm exploded inside her, washing over her with wave after wave of intense pleasure. Ray felt his cock widen and knew that he was going to cum also, and within second he did. His cock exploded inside her pussy, blasting stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her. He kept thrusting hard as his cock spurted again and again, and she kept slamming her hips back into him. She came again, harder, as his cock pumped his load into her. He gripped her hips hard and pushed forward harder than before and then held it there, feeling his cock spurt and pump as her pussy clamped down on it. He held it there until the spasms stopped and the last drop of cum slipped out of his cock; by now she had stopped cumming also, and she slumped forward onto the work table, gasping and panting for breath. They stayed that way for several minutes, catching their breath, until he felt his now-softening cock begin to slip out of her sopping wet pussy.

“Ooh, let me!” she said, quickly spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of him and sucking his softening cock into her mouth. She sucked him clean, draining the last bit of cum from his shaft with the powerful suction she created with her mouth. When she had sucked him clean she let his cock slip out of her mouth with a pop, then grinned from ear to ear as she stood up in front of him.

“Mmmm, wonderful!” she said, licking her lips. “I just love doing that!”

“You’re really something, Bettie!” Ray said, smiling at her as he reached down to pull up his pants.

“Why thank you, kind sir!” she said, retying her smock around her waist and straightening out her short skirt while he finished fastening his pants. She kissed him again, deep, and then they walked out of the work room. She went back behind the counter and he went around front, where she gave him a dozen roses and charged him for a single rose.

“Now is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, as a matter of fact, Secretary’s Day is next week,” he said, grinning back at her.

“Yes, it is,” she said, returning his grin.

“And my secretary sure does deserve some flowers,” he continued.

“Of course she does!”

“But she’s picky about her flowers; it may take me several trips here to decide what I want.”

“If that’s what it takes, then by all means! Feel free to come as many times as you’d like!”

“Why, thank you, Bettie, I think I will!” Ray said, turning to walk away. He got to the door and turned around, his hand on the doorknob. “I’ll see you in a few days, then,” he said.

“I’ll be looking forward to it!” she replied.

Ray left the shop and closed the door behind him. All the way to his apartment he was thinking of all the holidays ahead of him, all of them that would require flowers…

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