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I decided to treat myself and headed into my favorite diner.. Not that the food was so different or good, but the staff there was the friendliest around and also not hard on the eyes. I had retired early and had taken up some one time gigs from time to time, but the ones I most enjoyed were some writing opportunities. Some editing, some story competitions and even some resume writing services brought in a few dollars here and there which were designated as “fun funds”. I used them for travel, impulse purchases and the occasional biscuits and gravy indulgence. So I decided to spend a few of those dollars today.

One of my favorites, Erin greeted me as I came in, “Hello handsome. Been a while, you been travelling?” She led me to a table with a menu and gave me the specials list, like I needed either. “These haven’t changed, but I figure you might have forgotten some of the items, and of course the specials are totally new. Javy has been on a tear with new recipes!” Her voice was a little raspy, almost sultry. I could listen to her talk for quite a while which turned out to be fortuitous for us both. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

“Just a few short trips, Hon, Mostly I have been staying away to work on a couple of stories and also avoiding some of Javy’s cooking since it doesn’t come off as easily at this age as it does for you.” I sat and grabbed the menu for a quick look.

Erin stayed at the table since there were only a few others in the restaurant and all were nursing their coffee and plates. “Ah, right. I’ll have to read some of your work sometime. By the way, thanks for the help on the resume. I think I have a shot for a new job. I mean, I like it here just fine, it is a great Summer job, but I would kind of prefer to get started on my career, use my major. Just don’t say anything yet.” She held a finger up to her lips. Very full pink lips. A delightful color even without any makeup. I found my mind drifting to think about what I would enjoy doing with those lips if I wasn’t nearly forty years her senior.

“We’ll see about the stories. Not sure you would like them. And your secret is safe with me. You think I want anyone here to know I was the one who helped you get another job? They’d put something in my food, for sure!” We both chuckled at that idea. I knew they wouldn’t, but you never, ever, piss off the people who fix your food. Cardinal rule.

Erin walked off to get my coffee. I never needed to order it, they knew me well enough to just bring “Coffee and”. I had said that the first time I ordered my drink, saying “I’ll have coffee and…”. The waitress had looked at me, waiting for me to finish, anticipating cream. Or sugar. Or Splenda. Too many options. I always took it black, but my usual joke was “Coffee and… keep it coming.” I consumed a good amount of the dark beverage, enough that on any given day it would either kill me or be a miracle cure depending on the latest study. As you can tell, I’ve already had a couple of cups while recounting this story.

As Erin returned, my phone rang. She dropped off the cup and motioned that she would be back after the call. I watched her round bottom leave. It filled her shorts to perfection. Again I considered what could be if I were a little younger. I picked up on the next ring, it was a publisher friend who had given me a few assignments over the years. A few editing jobs, even a voice over gig where he needed someone quickly. “Hello Tom. Hope you are well and aren’t needing bail money.” I sipped my coffee. Mmmm. Hot, strong and black. “What’s up?”

Tom chuckled slightly. “No, no bail needed. Just a favor. Hope you can help me, John. Remember those erotic stories you wrote a while back? I just had someone inquire about them and they want to use them and maybe a few more. Interested?”

“Of course I’m interested, Tom. Those things were a blast to write. It’s what got me back into writing fiction. Of course the research was a bitch.” On that we both laughed. But it was true. Writing some erotic stories had turned into a great outlet in more ways than one after I had retired and lost the partner I had thought would be accompanying me into the twilight. No need to get maudlin about it, but I have to say losing her was quite a blow. But the writing got me off that and onto a new journey. The fact that it involved sex definitely was a bonus.

Tom continued as I took another pull on the cup. “Well, this client would like some of your existing works as an audio file. Seems he works with some blind vets and a couple had asked about some ‘adult’ stories so he read some snippets of yours. They liked them, and want some more. I’m afraid it wouldn’t pay, but it would be something that these folks would like. What do you think? It’s short notice, but it would be a nice gesture.”

I thought for a moment. “No pay? Pro bono – or in this case ‘pro-boner’. Seriously, Tom, canlı bahis şirketleri I’m all for it, but you know my work. I have a lot of dialogue. I’ll need a second person, preferably a female, and I don’t know anyone right off.” Erin returned to top off my cup. Her top gapped just a little to reveal some soft skin on her chest. The milky white skin that only youth and Irish heritage could bring. “Tell you what, Tom. Let me check a couple things and I will call you back in a few. Two hours, tops. Can it wait that long?”

“Sure can. I just want to let them know later on today. Thanks for considering it.” The phone went silent.

“Okay, Erin. I’ll have that sausage and gravy special with one egg on top. Scrambled. Crispy up the hash browns and keep the coffee full. And I have something to ask you before I leave. Don’t let me forget.” Forget or chicken out? It occurred to me that I might have a good reading partner right in front of me. A pleasant voice, great inspiration for some erotic reading and I knew she was a Communications major from working on her resume. But I knew not to make an offer like this before she had brought my food. That Cardinal rule again.

I mulled over how to ask Erin if she might be interested in reading some of my stories for the recording, and decided that I was probably overthinking the whole thing. I’ll just ask and see if she is interested. I think my age made me a little hesitant about sharing the stories I had written with people I knew. I saw them as having erotic themes, but they would probably just see a dirty old man writing his masturbatory fantasies. The truth was probably somewhere in the middle, but I figured I would just ask.

As I finished my food, Erin came over with the coffee pot and filled my cup. “So, what do you want to ask me?” She set the pot down and slid in the chair across from me. I felt her knee brush mine. It lingered a second and I could feel the skin was as soft and smooth as I imagined. “I figure it had something to do with that phone call?”

I focused back to the task at hand and looked into her eyes. Sweet round blue eyes that sparkled. Mmmm. Back to the asking. “It was. That was a publisher friend and he wants some of my stories in audio form for some visually impaired clients. But I have a couple problems. First, there is a lot of dialog and I need someone else to read on short notice. And definitely needs to be female.”

Erin listened and I could tell she was thinking. A short pause and she said “Well, I’ve been told I have a good voice and we had to do some audio work, voice over stuff when I was in school. I even volunteered for one of those books for the blind groups once. I have some time and we could knock out some to see how it goes in the next couple of days. It’s kind of slow right now. You said there were a couple problems. What else?” She leaned in a little, so I could tell she was intrigued.

“Well, this is volunteer. I could pick up dinner, but it isn’t a paid gig. And the subject matter is, well, let’s say it involves some adult themes.” I’m not sure if I blushed, but my cheeks felt warm as I mentioned this last fact. “Still interested?”

Erin smiled. “Adult themes? Like alcohol and smoking?” She chuckled. “I’m guessing you mean sex. I’m no prude, and that might be fun to read. How about this. Send me a sample and I will look it over and let you know. That sound good? And if you don’t tell about my job prospect, I won’t spread the word about your porno. Deal?” She winked and got up. “I figure you have my email from doing my resume. I’ll look it over.” Off she went to check on the other tables and the counter.

I grabbed the check she had left and included a bigger than usual tip. I headed back home to get organized.

I sent Erin a couple of my stories and my cell number, I opted for two of the shorter ones to give her a little taste of what she (hopefully!) would be reading. Tom was a good friend, but rarely asked for help. He usually preferred to be the person who granted favors. I knew this meant a lot to him, so I didn’t want to disappoint. I cleaned up some and I found some recording equipment I hadn’t used in a while. A couple of higher quality microphones and an actual reel to reel recorder. This could always be played back and transferred to digital, but it still provided great sound quality in it’s recording.

Just as I finished up I heard my phone ‘ping’ with a text.

It was from Erin. “Got em. You weren’t kidding about adult content. But I’m in. Call me about times.” Nice. I just wanted to let Tom know and we could set up a session. I replied to Erin with a ‘thumbs up’ emoji and dialed Tom.

The call went to voicemail, so I left a quick message. “All set here, should have some tapes for you in a day or two. Hope that fits your timeline.” Now to get Erin and some times.

She answered on the first ring. “Yeah. So, those were excellent stories. A bit more graphic than I had thought, but hot as fuck. Oops. You okay with that? I try not to use the f bomb with older…um…well, canlı kaçak iddaa you know. You want to figure out some times?”

I chuckled at her apology. “It’s okay, Erin, I’m not a huge fan of the word in casual use, but it hardly offends me. And yes, what works for you over the next couple of days? Some stories are a little longer, but you can see how long it might take to read through them. I don’t have anything that I can’t rearrange.”

It turned out that she had a few hours later that evening and after her shift at the diner the next day. I promised her dinner for tonight and she accepted, we could record a couple stories afterward. I had commented that the stories would serve as dessert. It turned out they were only the appetizer.

I set up the equipment in the living room and grabbed a couple bottles of water. I always found it funny how thirsty talking made me. I guess a lot of water went out with the hot air. I checked the time and decided to head out since I had agreed to pick Erin up and head to a spot for a nice dinner. It was definitely better than eating alone and I figured she would like to be served for a change. I hoped she liked pasta since the place was Italian.

I pulled into her apartment parking lot and was about to text when I saw her come out of the front doors and stand by the entrance. I got out of the car and called to her and waved. “Erin, Over here!” She bounced more than walked across the drive to meet me, wearing a strapless sun dress and sandals. She looked like Summer. A pleasant change from the yoga pants or shorts and t-shirt she wore at the diner. Not that those weren’t flattering, but the sun dress was a nice change.. Especially when the sun hit the light fabric and showed the outline of her toned legs. “You look great, Erin. Love the hair, love the dress. It looks comfortable.” I realized I hadn’t seen her hair down in a long time, it usually was in pigtails or a braid. If anything, it highlighted her smile which broadened at my comment.

“Hi! Yeah, it feels good to dress up a little, and it is a nice evening. What’s the plan for the evening? I can’t stay out too late, I have the opening shift at 6. Ugh.” She grimaced a little and then brightened again. “But I am free tomorrow after 2 if we still want to do some more recording. I gotta say, I’m looking forward to this. Those two stories you sent were something. And you said you have more? I can’t wait to read them.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she talked.

I pulled out of the lot and headed off to the restaurant. “I hope Italian is okay with you, they have a pretty good menu at Fiorenza’s. And it is good service. I figured you would like to be waited on for a change.”

“Right? I like working at the diner, great people like you make it fun. But it is work, so being waited on is a nice change. I love Italian, but I have to be careful. Goes right to my hips. And the bread! Love that. But an occasional splurge is good, right?” She smiled even more as we drove toward the restaurant.

“Absolutely! And you look like you can afford a splurge or two. I’ve heard good things about this place, but haven’t been. You ever been or know anything about it?” We were almost there. Not quite the early bird time frame, but early enough that I knew it wouldn’t be too busy.

Erin replied. “No, never been. I had a friend who worked here a while back. He said the food was good. He also mentioned it was a great date place and that some of the professors from the college would bring their girlfriends there. Surprised you haven’t been.” She turned to me with a devilish smile.

I chuckled. “Didn’t have a girlfriend or mistress to bring here. Wonder if I’ll run into any old colleagues? Now that would be fun. Could make them feel quite uncomfortable.”

“Ooo – if you see anyone, want me to be your daughter or niece? Or I could be all clingy and be your date. Give ’em something to talk about.” Erin really did have a devious mind. I liked this side of her.

“Depends who it is, either of those could be fun. Or if it is someone I know who is just there to eat, you are my good friend Erin who is helping with a service project.” I pulled into the lot.

Erin unbuckled her seatbelt as we stopped. “Yeah, your hot, erotic story project. Looking forward to that part of the evening.”

I smiled. But inside I said to myself “So am I, Erin, so am I.”

Dinner was fun, we chatted a bit and got to know each other much better. She had known me as a frequent customer and briefly in my role as a career advisor and I knew her from her resume and from the diner. We did look around the room, but neither of us knew anyone in the place. So much for the roleplaying idea. Perhaps another time.

When we finished the meal we both decided we were too full for dessert. At least that was my cover story. I really wanted to get started on the reading. Partly because I wanted to get something to my friend and partly because I thought it was going to be hotter than hell to read some of my imagined tales with a real woman with me. I hoped canlı kaçak bahis she felt the same way. It was a bit of a risk, she could see me as a silly old man with a dirty mind. But I sensed there might be more. Sensed or hoped. Either way, I didn’t mind skipping dessert.

Getting back in the car, we had a short drive, about fifteen minutes or so to get back to my house where things were all arranged for the recording. “I’d like to get through at least two stories tonight, maybe a third if we get on a roll. Does that seem to work for you, Erin?”

“”I think that works great. I read through the two you sent me a couple times. They should go pretty quickly. I think it helps to have some familiarity with the dialog. I noticed that you sometimes hop between the mans’ point of view and the woman’s. I can read the female points and you the male. Makes for a fun narrative. If we do more than those two, I think we take a break and read through the story before we record. Are they all as graphic as those first two? I don’t mind, it just surprised me a little.”

I stole a glance as we drove. She was smiling, but I could see it was a legitimate question. “Most of them are graphic. I don’t do the romance genre, although some of the relationships are romantic in nature. But I refrain from using the phrases like ‘He looked longingly at her alabaster thighs…’. Kind of the equivalent of ‘It was a dark and stormy night…’, don’t you think? Any of the situations or language make you uncomfortable? We can adapt it if it presents a problem.”

Erin shifted a little in her seat. “No, most of the activity is just fine. I found myself getting lost in the fantasy a bit – which is a good thing! I don’t like the cunt word and not big on too much submissive stuff, but I didn’t really notice that in those stories. I did notice there was a good bit of oral sex. That something you are fond of? Just asking because it is something that I definitely enjoy.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, and fortunately I didn’t really have to. “We’re here” I announced as we pulled into the driveway and went into the house. “Can I get you anything? I’m going to grab a bottle of water. Want one?”

“Ya.” Erin replied. “And where is your bathroom? I just need a moment, and then let’s get started. Definitely been looking forward to this.”

I came back out and set a bottle of water in front of Erin’s chair and popped mine. It was good and cold and felt good going down my throat. Didn’t want to get too dry and start coughing.

Erin returned and took a sip of her water. Nice set up. I like the old school recording stuff. These microphones have some heft to them. Very nice! And I see you printed out a couple of the stories as scripts. Much better than the phone.” She shifted and put one leg under her. “Ready when you are!”

“Okay. I must say, sitting like that would kill me now. Not as limber as I once was. But great. Let’s start and see how it goes!” I switched the recorder on and read the intro to the first story. Erin was a natural, she read through the story right on each cue. Never missed and really added a lot of nuances to the story about a woman who entertained a group of friends who could look at her but not touch. Ultimately the guys end up covering her with cum in a form of bukkake play. I debated about telling her it had actually happened with a bunch of my friends and I in college. We finished the story and I hit the stop button on the tape player.

“Nicely done, Erin. I think we have a keeper. Definitely good enough to send to my friend once I digitize it. You okay to do another? Need a break?” I wrote down a couple of notes about the recording, the numbers for start and stop and what I wanted to put in the note to my friend.

“I’m good to go for another. They don’t take long and I’m definitely in the mood for another. But can I ask you something? That story was great. But was that imagination or did you actually do something like that? It just had that feel to it.”

I didn’t want to get into the whole story right now, so I begged off. “There’s an autobiographical element – you picked that up, huh? Very sharp. I’ll tell you more about it after we finish for the night. Maybe on the way home.” I leaned over to turn on the machine and start the second taping.

The second one went just as smoothly as the first. If anything, it was hotter and a bit more graphic than the first. It was about two dog walkers who meet through their canine friends and includes a hot sex scene with her giving a blow job, him satisfying her with a good tongue lashing and culminating in a good fuck session. Doggy style, of course. “Okay, Erin. Those are the two I sent you. Want to call it a night? Maybe do some more tomorrow?”

“Sure. Send me a couple to glance at? I like to at least read through so I know what is coming. So to speak. Maybe make that who is coming.” She chuckled a bit. “But let’s talk about them a little, if that is okay. You said the first one was a real experience. How about that second one? Pretty hot stuff. I liked that both got to cum. Very selfless.” Another chuckle. “Who would ever suspect that you had this side. We all love you down at the diner. Jen always says you are the uncle we all wish we had. That’s a big compliment, by the way.”

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It was summer, just a few weeks after school ended. As a whole group the senior class decided to take a trip to the beach. A total population of around eighty three students showed up on the Beach.

John walked down the summer beach focusing on the horizon. He should have been watching where he was going. His foot caught on something hard, like a log. He fell down face first, only catching a glimpse of a cute girl. His face and hand fell onto a sudden softness.

John accidentally squeezed as he tried getting up. Sending an exasperated gasp from the unfortunate girl he landed on. He put his free hand down to try and push himself up. Unfortunately it landed on her other breast. With both breasts in his hands, he could no longer get up because his face was bright red and he couldn’t show his excitement. Again, unfortunately her leg was between his and the girl could feel John’s erection.

It might have been luck that the part of the beach John and the girl were on, wasn’t currently being occupied. Even if the girl did scream out for help, it would have been highly unlikely that anyone would hear her. The girl must have figured it out as well because she didn’t yell out. She laid there with him on top of her, pushing like crazy and getting warm and wet from the position they were in and where he was grabbing.

She tried to think, but her mind was just so filled with lust. She wanted the boy on top of her, but she didn’t know how to say it. So she acted instead. The girl shifted her hand on John’s hand and squeezed adding extra pressure to her left breast.

The girl looked down at John and recognized him as one of the boys from her class. John looked up at the girl and became exasperated. They looked at each other for about a minute in shock.

“Mary!” John exclaimed in surprise.

“John!” Mary found herself shocked as well.

John quickly got up trying not to further embarrass himself in front of a fellow former classmate. Mary looked down at the obvious bulge in John’s shorts. She flushed a bright red and couldn’t look away. John quickly figured out where she was looking and lifted himself off of her and sat down, unsure of how to hide it.

They sat on the beach both in deep thought of what to do. John’s stomach began to growl. It was loud enough for even Mary to hear.

“Would you like to get something to eat?” John asked. Hopefully it would be enough to change the situation between the two of them.

“Sure. Um, but are you sure?” Mary said, looking back down at his hidden excitement. “Don’t you think you should get rid of that first?”

John looked at her with shock and awe. He began looking back and forth between his excitement and Mary. Obviously John had taken what she said the wrong way and began moving towards her slowly. He was surprised, but felt that maybe she was going to let him get lucky.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” She stammered as she pushed him back. “Do it yourself!” Even though she said that, something inside of her wanted to do what he was going to do.

John turned even redder and slowly started to take off his shorts. Looking around to make sure he was only revealing himself to her. Before he could even grasp his own cock, Mary watched it sprang out stiffly as it fell out of John’s shorts. Mary marveled at how much bigger it looked naked.

As Mary watched John grip and start to stroke his throbbing cock, she could feel her own dampness becoming apparent. John took notice of the dampness becoming visible; this turned Mary on even more from being looked at while she was wet. She reached down and dug underneath her panties. She then began rubbing at the lips of her pussy.

John’s throbbing cock became harder at the sight of the Mary rubbing herself to the sight of him jacking-off. He started stroking even faster. Mary took two of her own fingers and inserted them into her pussy. She began to moan louder as she fingered herself. She sped up to match the pace at which John was stroking himself so she could imagine him inside of her.

“Just you doing that is going to make me cum all over you!” John said, leaning in towards her.

As she heard him say this, she removed her top and took her tit with her free hand and began sucking on the nipple. She moaned and squealed with pleasure and delight. Mary looked back down at John stroking his dick and moved her bottom to the side so he could get a good view of her sex.

“Oh my God John, I’m going to cum!” She moaned. “Oh, fuck!” Mary closed her eyes and screamed in orgasm as all her sticky juices overflowed and moistened her pussy even more.

John watch as Mary came; amazed at how sexy she looked when she did this. He wanted so much to be inside her at this point. Just imagining it made white cum start to shoot out from the tip and land on Mary’s stomach.

Breathing hard, they looked at each other with a want. They both quickly reached for each other and began sucking at one another’s illegal bahis mouths. Their tongues tangled as they swirled within each other’s mouths. They kissed continuously, only breaking off to catch their breaths.

John, still young, became hard once more and began moving his cock against the entrance of Mary’s pussy. Moving his shaft back and forth, he could feel her wetness being squished against the underside of his cock. As John moved back and forth, Mary matched his rhythm with her hips. Her own want of him made her grab the sides of John’s shirt and pull him in closer.

All their actions at this point became subconscious. As they continued kissing furiously as their sexes continued to rub against each other. With each stroke of John’s cock gliding across, Mary’s moans became more drawn out and louder. Both their tongues became more entangled as well.

John grabbed Mary’s tits with both of his hands as he began squeezing and kneading them. Their bodies began melting together, Mary started to squeal and moan louder and harder. As she gave out a lewd and erotic moan she came from the sheer contact. John at the same time shot his load of hot cum onto Mary’s stomach once again.

He collapsed and laid beside her, she took her left hand and began rubbing in John’s cum as if it were lotion, watching some of it fall into the sand. She took some of it between her fingers, examining the milky white substance closely. She took her fingers and sucked John’s stringy load into her mouth. She felt herself almost begin to overflow a third time from the salty taste and smooth texture.

Once they were both calmed down, they went into the ocean to clean off. Mary scrubbed away the white cum off of her bikini. John washed off his shorts and stepped out of the water to dry. She looked over at John standing in the sun to dry off; his dark brown and green eyes, lightly tanned skin, fit/athletic body, short hair, and surprisingly large dick. She looked down at herself; C tits, nicely rounded ass, long dark hair, and even waist.

Mary got out of the water and stood next to John. She smiled at him letting him know that he had one the prize that was worth killing for.

They grabbed Mary’s things and began heading to the other side of the beach. Mary looped her arm around John’s and held his hand as they walked. John thought of this as being a little cliché, but smiled anyways.

The sun was already going down as they walked into the burger joint just up the cliff from the beach. They attracted attention from many of the other graduates. Mary wore a tight pink shirt to keep herself warm from the wind. She giggled to her friends watching her as they walked to the counter, hanging onto John’s left hand.

They turned and continued walking towards a vacant table at the back of the restaurant. They made themselves secluded from everyone else, and because of this distance, the other students got bored of watching them and soon turned to pay attention to their conversations.

“You know, I wanted you to ram your rod deep inside me.” Mary whispered, delighted to see John get caught off guard.

John forced himself to stay calm, all the while taking glances at Mary’s bosom. He wanted to feel the warm softness again.

The waiter stepped up to the table. Holding her notepad, and pen. “Hello, what would you like to order?” she asked with a happy façade.

“I’ll have a burger with fries.” Mary said keeping her eyes on the menu.

John looked up at the waiter. “Same.”

The waiter scribbled the orders down and looked back at them. “Would you like anything to drink for the two of you?”

“Strawberry soda’s for the both of us.” Mary said again, this time looking up at the waiter.

The waiter scribbled the drink orders onto her notepad. “They’ll be right-out.” she smiled again and walked off

John looked around the restaurant. It had a family owned feel to it, and it felt like he was at home in his oddly shaped dining room. The dim light and closed blinds kept a night like feel in the place. When looking at other tables, he realized that he couldn’t see underneath any other table since there wasn’t any light reaching underneath the tables. He could almost make out the silhouette of their legs, but that was all.

Mary looked around for anyone coming and she rested her head against John’s shoulder. As she did so, she traced John’s thigh towards his crotch. With one squeeze she had John’s dick stretching his shorts. She ran her hand along the length of John’s bulge and continued to do so.

John himself couldn’t let her do this by herself. So, as a gentleman, he moved his arm behind hers and started to rub Mary’s quickly moistening opening. The fabrics of her bikini thin enough for him to touch her almost directly. She moaned quietly in pleasure, responding to his touch. John moved his head down and furiously locked lips with her.

As Mary had her eyes closed from the blinding pleasure, John had his open watching illegal bahis siteleri around the restaurant. He saw their waiter walking over with the food, just as he was about to remove his hand he had an idea. As the waitress was about halfway towards their table, he slipped his hand under Mary’s bikini bottom and slipped his middle finger in. She began to moan a little louder.

“Here are your orders, I hope you find everything alright!” the waitress said, putting down their meals on the table. John smiled and thanked her before she turned around and went back into the kitchen.

John looked back down at Mary and smiled at her erotic expression. He worked her inner moistness and thought of other ways to make her climax. He figured it out quickly when his thumb rubbed against a small little bump on the hood of her slit. She jumped and quickly inhaled.

“Do you want me to touch right there?” he whispered to her. He rubbed her clit again and she gasped again. “I guess that means yes.” John slipped his ring finger in as he continued to rub her clit.

Mary let out little squeals that were almost loud enough for those at the closest table to almost hear her. John felt Mary’s pussy overflow with juices. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her until she was completely done. He pulled his hand out from her bottoms and looked at the clear wetness slipping and sticking in between his fingers.

Mary lifted her head off of him and watched him marveling at her fluids. She felt her face go red from embarrassment, but the fact he was doing so made her pussy tingle. Mary felt herself go numb as John sniffed his fingers than put both in his mouth. She gasped as he raised his eyebrows.

“I want a taste of the real thing!” John looked at her as he swished the sweet fluid in his cheeks.

She smiled and turned to her meal. John watched her nervously pick up her burger and take a small bite. He picked up his own and took a large bite out of it. They ate together setting down all the things that had just happened that day.

“So, what are you going to do tomorrow?” Mary asked John, wanting to have a normal conversation.

“I don’t know yet,” John stopped eating and thought about it “maybe I can do it with you, if you don’t mind?” he smiled at her reddening face.

“Sure, which hotel are you staying at?” Mary asked, wondering if John was staying for the whole week.

John smiled at her, “Whichever one you’re staying at.”

“That’s so cliché. Alright I’ll go to where you’re staying.” Mary said, laughing at John’s cliché joke.

They paid the check and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. Curious eyes followed them until they were out of the restaurant. They walked to where John’s car was parked.

“You have a car?” Mary asked once John had brought it up.

“Yeah, I’ve had it for a while now.” He smiled down at her.

“What kind of car is it?” Mary asked, now aroused at the subject.

“It’s an old car, I had to buy it and fix it myself.” John pulled out is car keys, they had an electronic pad on them. At seeing the modern design she thought his car would be the same.

When the lights blinked on the car Mary found herself half right. She watched John walk over to the car, it was old, but carried a cool atmosphere around it. Mary saw the model GT-0 and she found the cherry red paint to be enticing. How John remained single was beyond her understanding, just looking at it got her heart racing.

“You can throw your stuff in the trunk if you want to.” John smiled casually. Noticing the surprise and admiration plainly written on Mary’s face. He watched her pop open the trunk and set her stuff inside.

John waited for her to get into the passenger seat before getting in himself. He put the keys in the ignition and the car responded instantly. Mary looked around the interior and everything seemed to be so advanced and new. He even had a heads-up display set up on the dashboard. The engine sounded smooth, and the leather interior was comfortable unlike other cars.

Mary looked up at John and felt her heart throb at his coolness in this car. His masculine chest slowly rising, his strong arms gripping the steering wheel, and his toned legs working the pedals all sent a shiver through her inner-core.

“You have a nice body yourself.” John said frankly as they drove to the beachside hotel. Feeling Mary’s eyes travel over his body.

Mary jumped, caught off guard by John’s sudden comment. She flushed and felt her heart skip a beat. She quickly looked away and clasped her hands together. She almost had a heart attack as she saw John’s hand gently stroking her thigh. Feeling herself get moistened and wet just from the close contact.

“I can feel your heat on my hand.” Mary quickly looked up at John; his eyes were hypnotically looking into hers. All she could do was moan in delight from his comment.

John smiled, but underneath his smile his heart was racing. Trying to keep his hand canlı bahis siteleri from shaking as he reached for the damp region between her legs was proving difficult. He so much wanted to feel the wet and squishy part that he recently inserted his fingers into.

Without thinking, Mary reached over and pulled the front of John’s shorts down. She unbuckled her seat belt as she put her face close to his hard cock. John was caught off guard and almost ran off the road. He got the car back into control and looked down.

Mary had her hand on John’s shaft and watched how her hand moved up and down it. She remembered John licking his fingers sticky from her juices. Curiously, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip and tasted a sweet pre-cum that felt like it was melting in her mouth. Her mouth began to drool as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She swirled her tongue around the head, and tasted his salty sweet pre-cum slowly pour out of his cock. She sucked it in and the feeling made John twitch and moan a little. Mary started putting more of his cock into her mouth and continued to lick and suck it into her soft and wet mouth.

John let out quick moans as Mary started move her head up and down. He felt himself begin to let go. They were nearing the hotel as she took his whole rod into her mouth and tormented it with her tongue.

“Mary, it’s coming out!” he said through his teeth.

She didn’t care, she liked the taste of his cum, and the salty sweetness off it was imbedded into her memory. Mary cupped John’s balls and felt them tighten. At the same time he emptied his load into her mouth. She kept her mouth on his cock and tried to keep it all in, but a few drops escaped.

Mary allowed his cum to swim around in her mouth as she drank it down with pleasure. She left just a little bit to keep a fresh taste in her mouth, as she licked up the drops that had dripped out of her mouth.

John felt like he was going to die just by watching this erotic scene that she was displaying. It was difficult to keep his eyes on the road as he watched her clean and lick off his dick.

“God, that was so hot!” John complemented her.

“Thanks,” she licked the tip, “it tastes so good.” She said it with an erotic moan.

They sat in the parking lot getting their composure back. Mary checked to see if there wasn’t any cum left on her. John had his eyes closed, thinking of the most disgusting thing to get his dick down. It was more difficult than he thought it would be, the damn thing kept going up.

Mary patiently waited, even though her pussy screamed for her to jump on his cock, she wanted to lose herself somewhere more comfortable. She watched and waited for him to go down, as it did she said good bye to her other friend.

Once John hiked up his pants he was ready, he leaned over and gave Mary a wet kiss. She responded by opening her mouth and letting his tongue roam inside and twisting her own around his. They unlocked and took deep breaths.

They looked around before getting out making sure no one was watching. Mary stepped out of the vehicle and opened the trunk. She grabbed her bag and walked hand in hand with John to the front of the hotel. She gripped his hand tight.

John stepped up to the front desk with Mary close behind and the lady checked them in. The blood was rushing through her so fast that Mary couldn’t recall the elevator ride in which she had her back up against the wall as John’s lips attacked her.

Once they got into the room it was her turn. Mary quickly launched herself at John and forced him back against the door, giving it a nice slam. Next she slipped her hand into John’s shorts and grabbed onto his cock.

“Your cock,” she breathed, “I want you to fuck me with it.”

John pushed off of the door and forced her onto the bed. She gave a playfully mild resistance as he took over. He held her wrists as he trailed down onto her breasts, he tore off her shirt and bikini top and devoured them in his mouth. Sucking and teasing her nipples with his tongue. He was rewarded with her moans.

“C’mon,” Mary moaned, “John, fuck me!”

John wanted her to wait a little longer. He left her breasts and went further down. Pulling off her bikini bottoms and kissing her clit. She screamed out, as he licked the lips of her pussy with his tongue. It tasted sweet and bodily, he felt her legs wrap around his neck as he continued licking her.

“God John!” she moaned, “Lick my cunt!”

John smiled at her change of mind. He sucked and tongue fucked her sopping wet pussy. She moaned and grabbed the bed sheets.

John pulled off his shorts and shirt and trailed his way back up to her mouth, making her taste her own perverted juices. She moaned in one breath as John guided his hard cock into her. She threw her head back and moaned in delight as it filled her insides.

“Fuck me!” she moaned with lust for his cock.

John started rotating his hips back and forth into her soft and slippery pussy. Mary moaned as slid along the walls of her pussy. She felt her tits being grabbed as John placed his hands on them. She looked down and watched his cock coming out and then quickly disappearing back into her love hole.

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IV: Derrick

Derrick had become quite popular in his short time in college, particularly with the girls. He always made sure to get good grades and excel, mainly to prove he wasn’t a dumb jock, but also to maintain his football scholarship. Nonetheless, his being tall, attractive, and muscular had earned Derrick lots of attention from the co-eds, not just freshmen girls but from all the classes.

Jogging one afternoon around campus, in a tight-fitting tanktop that clung to his ripped chest and abs, Derrick noticed the lingering glances from the pretty young co-eds on the quad. Even some of the male students glanced at Derrick, making him think of Mark, and how much Mark enjoyed watching Derrick with Amy. Derrick shrugged and brushed off the thought.

Derrick sat down on a bench, sweat making his dark, muscular body glisten. A few feet from Derrick, watching intently and biting her lip lustfully as Derrick drank from his water bottle was Hana Lee. Hana was 20, Korean, and very beautiful. A junior, Hana was lying on a blanket studying when the young black freshman jogged by. Hana was immediately distracted from her studies by Derrick; his tight, muscular body, nearly exposed in his tight-fitting top and shorts, made Hana unconsciously lick her lips in desire.

Hana had never talked to Derrick, though she was aware of Derrick through his reputation as a rising star on the college football team. With a slight grin, Hana wondered what her Korean immigrant mom and dad would think if she brought home a black man. With that thought, Hana made her decision.

Derrick was preparing to resume his jog around the campus, but noticed the beautiful young Korean girl walking over to him, and stopped in his tracks. Looking over Hana’s canlı bahis slim, sexy body and long flowing jet-black hair, Derrick was instantly intrigued by Hana’s boldness in approaching him.

“Derrick Jones, right?” Hana asked, surprising herself with her directness. Being so close to Derrick, Hana could feel growing wetness in her panties.

“Yeah, that’s me. You’re Hana, right?” Derrick did know Hana was a junior, and, until this moment, out of reach, even for him. Hana was one of the top students at the school, and Derrick thought she wouldn’t be interested in a jock.

“That’s right, I’m Hana Lee. Has anyone told you how hot you are, Derrick?” Hana said, again surprising herself. Hana was not usually one to comment so openly like this, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. To Hana’s relief, Derrick smiled and chuckled. Hana chuckled too, then she and Derrick looked at each other a long moment, seeming to communicate without words.

“You wanna go grab something to eat? I’m pretty hungry” Derrick said, still looking directly in Hana’s eyes.

“Sounds good,” Hana replied, meeting Derrick’s gaze. Looking at Derrick’s sweat-soaked shirt, Hana added, “You should…you should take a shower first.”

“Good idea,” said Derrick. “I won’t be long.”

Hana quickly replied, “It’s okay. I’ll come with you.”

Twenty minutes later, Hana and Derrick were naked in Derrick’s shower, the water raining on their naked bodies as they kissed passionately. Hana gently clasped Derrick’s hardening cock in her soft hands, her touch causing his cock to stiffen in her small, soft hand. Hana moaned lustfully into Derrick’s mouth as his thick, hard, hot desire throbbed in her hand.

Derrick turned off the shower, and led Hana out to his bahis siteleri dorm room, which thankfully Derrick had to himself most of the time. He dried off Hana’s naked body, his cock still fully erect, then laid Hana down on the bed and licked her wet, tight slit, Derrick’s desire growing even more as Hana moaned and gasped.

“Mmmm fuck, that feels so good,” Hana moaned, Derrick’s tongue now deep in her pussy. Hana hadn’t expected it to be like this. Derrick was so skilled and gentle, and Hana gasped and came loudly as Derrick licked and fingered her tight, wet slit.

Panting, Hana got up and had Derrick lay on his back. “Now it’s your turn.”

Hana stroked Derrick’s giant hard-on, then took his dark cock into her small mouth. Hana moaned as she took as much of Derrick’s black dick into her mouth as she could, Derrick’s big hands pulling Hana’s hair out of her face. The contrast of their skin tones exciting both Derrick and Hana, they looked into each other’s eyes as Hana sucked and slurped Derrick’s massive dark cock.

“Ahh yeah, girl, just like that. You already know. Mmmm” Derrick groaned, his already deep voice even lower with desire. Hana felt Derrick tense, and she knew what was happening.

Hana stroked Derrick’s spasming cock into her mouth, the young black groaning loudly as he erupted into the Korean girl’s mouth. Hana swallowed as much of Derrick’s thick load as she could.

“God, you’re still so hard,” Hana managed to say, panting and stroking Derrick’s still-hard cock. “Good, ’cause I’m not done with you,” Hana added, and grinned mischievously.

“Nah girl, we just gettin’ started,” Derrick said, panting and grinning. “Come here.”

Hana then mounted Derrick, guiding his massive cock into her bahis şirketleri tiny slit, Hana gasping with shock as Derrick’s big cock slowly entered her small slit, inch after inch penetrating her small body. For a moment, Hana hesitated, not sure if she could take all of Derrick’s thick eleven inches. Derrick, sensing the Korean girl’s hesitation, held her gently by the waist with his large hands, guiding her down, down, until Derrick was balls-deep inside Hana.

“Oh, my god, you’re so big…” Hana gasped, as she and Derrick began to move back and forth, steadily faster, faster, until they had a rhythm. Derrick’s strong hands were all over Hana’s slim body as they fucked, Hana’s hands grasping Derrick’s chest.

The two moaned and gasped louder and louder, Hana shaking and cumming on Derrick’s cock deep inside her. Derrick grasped Hana tighter as his own orgasm neared.

“Ohh fuck, girl, you feel so damn good…Fuck, I’m gonna cum” Derrick groaned and his thrusts became harder, faster, nearly overwhelming Hana, her eyes wide with shock and desire.

Hana moaned and gasped, cumming again, as Derrick groaned loudly and emptied his massive load deep inside Hana’s small body. Hana shook and came again as Derrick’s hot, thick load filled her small pussy, his hands groping Hana’s ass.

Both panting, Hana slowly let Derrick’s draining cock out of her slit, then collapsed next to him. Hana felt relief she was already on birth control, as Derrick surely would have gotten her pregnant, a complication she didn’t need, nearly being out of college.

“I couldn’t help it baby, you felt so good.” Derrick must have had the same thought, so Hana reassured him.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control,” Hana replied, and they both panted and chuckled. “You ready to eat now? You said you were hungry. You must be starving now.”

They both laughed at that. “I forgot all about that. Think I’ll just order in,” Derrick said, and pulled Hana closer on him.

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As a successful free-lance author, George Boxlicker is sometimes hired to write copy for advertising agencies with clients who don’t object to paying high fees. He likes this kind of work alright; it pays well, but the agencies, usually being on tight deadlines, always make more demands on his time than others who contract his services. For instance, they insist he has to work at their places of business but, at least, they have no objection to his using his trusty laptop to produce the copy for which they pay him. Recently, George began working in his hometown office of Young the sun was down, and he felt an urgent need for a martini or two or three, so he left the two of them to work on what he was paying them to do.

Before starting to write anything, George needs to do some research on the subject, so he instructed Sugar to gather descriptions of the appliances whose virtues he would be extolling. As she walked over to the file cabinets where such information was to be found, he eyed the bewitching sway of her curvaceous ass under her short, tight white skirt. He thought of what a great muse she would be for him when he was writing pornographic stories for Literotica or others. She would also be nice to be around while he was producing advertising copy, but he doubted he would be able to keep his mind on washing machines and refrigerators while in the company of such a fabulous example of feminine charm and beauty.

He doubted it even more when Sugar bent over a low file drawer, and her skirt rode up high on her hips. The only garment under the skirt was a pair of red thong panties, and he had a great view of a pair of voluptuous ass cheeks that delectably straddled the narrow strip of cloth, the only thing covering the most private parts of her body. When she bent over farther, he was treated to the sight of black pubic hair sticking out over that strip. She returned with an armful of file folders and leaned forward to hand them to George, and he got a good look at another luscious pair. Sugar’s breasts seemed to be even more exposed; the edge of her red bra was clearly visible over the neckline of her blouse, and her dark tan areolas were peeping over the edge of the bra.

George turned on his computer, but it wasn’t even close to being as turned on as he was by the views he had enjoyed of his gorgeous assistant. He started reading over the comparisons the client was making between their products and those of their competitors. Although averse to actually lying when working on an assignment such as the one he had that evening, George is a good enough wordsmith to be able to juggle half truths and exaggerations and make the result appear to be completely factual. He was still scanning the files and keying in notes on his computer after everybody else had left for the day, leaving him and his sexy assistant the only people in the suite.

“Would you like a cup of coffee, George?” she asked him. “It’s instant, either regular or unleaded.”

“Thanks. I’d appreciate that. How about a cup of decaf with cream and sugar, Sugar?”

She smiled at his witticism, and so did George, but his smile was much more lecherous as he watched her walk away. Her ass seemed to be swaying even more provocatively than it had before, as she strolled to the company’s break room. He also noted she had removed her shoes, leaving her feet bare. That seemed like a good idea, so he took his off and removed his socks too. The plush carpet covering the office suite felt good on his feet, and he likes to relax while working. While she was gone, George continued to sift through the pile of information she had brought him.

At his age, he always takes Viagra shortly before a sexual encounter. Not expecting one that evening, he hadn’t taken any before coming to the office, but the woman assigned as his assistant was such a hotty and his imagination was so active, his cock had become hard anyhow.

Sugar had erotic thoughts similar to his, but she was already in the process of doing something about them. She is not only a fan of George Boxlicker, she had the hots for him and, from reading his pornographic descriptions of eating pussy and fucking, she lusted for his tongue and cock. As soon as she was able to get the assignment of working with her crush, she had made plans on how to make her erotic dreams come true.

While waiting for the microwave to heat the water for coffee, Sugar removed her blouse and bra, letting canlı bahis her succulent natural breasts sway totally unrestrained. Not wanting to waste any time after putting her plan into action, she peeled off her skirt and skimpy lingerie too, and set all her clothing on the counter by the sink. Standing in the break room as naked as the day she was born, the young hotsy added the instant coffee to the hot water.

When the brew had been sweetened and creamed, Sugar held it in one hand and, with her other, she opened the steel door beside the refrigerator, reached in and threw a switch. The suite of offices was plunged into darkness. A small amount of light came from the streetlights outside through the open blinds, just enough to help her find her way back to George’s office, where he was sitting, surprised and confused by the abrupt change.

“Hey, what happened?” he asked. “Is this a power failure?”

As soon as the electricity went off, the battery in his laptop took over, and he could read what he had written, but it was too dark to see what he had been reading. He did hear the coffee cup being placed on the corner of the desk, but it was too dark in the office for him to see Sugar placing it there, especially since she immediately went around to stand behind his chair.

“I think it must be a power failure. The same thing happened here a couple of months ago, and it took a whole day to get it fixed.”

“Well, we can’t very well work if we can’t see what we’re doing. Do you want to go home?”

“No. I’ll show you what I want.”

George felt a soft pair of hands, one on either of his upper arms, followed by something even better against his shoulders. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he felt two small, firm nubbins, which he immediately recognized as erect nipples, and they had to be those of Sugar. Slowly, he turned his swivel chair, feeling the soft mounds caressing his neck and face, until he was able to reach up and cup a large and totally delightful breast in either of his hands and to press his face between them.

He knew what to do next, and he turned his face to start licking one of Sugar’s nipples, which quickly became so erect from her arousal he could feel the individual ridges and the pebbly texture of her areolas. The first stroke of his tongue was broad, starting at the lower edge of the areola and covering the nipple, and the second was in the opposite direction, caressing from the upper edge. He alternated between broad strokes such as those and short jabs with just the tip of his tongue and curling it around the nipple. Sugar enjoyed the attentions as much as he did, and she was cooing happily as they continued.

Although his eyes had still not adjusted to the almost non-existent light after looking at his computer screen, there was nothing wrong with George’s sense of direction. He knew exactly where Sugar’s other breast was, and he turned his head to start licking that nipple the same way. There was nothing wrong with his sense of smell either and, as his tongue gave and received pleasure, George detected the faint but delectable aroma of pussy juices as Sugar began to lubricate.

“I love what you’re doing,” she murmured. “But let’s lie down on the floor, and it’ll be more fun for both of us.”

George was 100% in favor of that idea and, as he got up from his chair, she held onto his arm to guide him to a small clear space just outside the door to the office. There was more light there from the windows, and he was able to see her silhouette, but he couldn’t really see any details. When he reached out to embrace her sexy body, his hands encountered nothing but smooth, bare skin, and he was surprised and elated at how eager Sugar was for naked sex with him.

She lay on her back and he lay beside her with a voluptuous breast held in his hand. Sugar resumed her happy sounds as his tongue began licking her again, and her cooing grew louder when he switched his attentions between the twin treasures. In less than a minute, her upper body was squirming under him. Her erotic motions increased when he drew one gorgeous breast into his mouth as far as he could and started sucking while his tongue caressed the fully erect nipple and her areola. Once again, his mouth alternated between the succulent orbs until Sugar’s more strenuous movements and the stronger aroma of her pussy juices let him know it was time to go lower on her body, where even more exquisite oral bahis siteleri pleasures awaited them both.

Once again, George held a luscious breast in either of his hands, and he spread them so he could lick the channel between them on his way down her sexily plump body. He stopped briefly to swirl his tongue in her navel; Sugar giggled and pushed down on his shoulders. She was just as anxious as George was for him to bury his face in her crotch and lick until she climaxed, as she had read about so many times. He really needed no urging, and he continued downward until his tongue was caressing her mons.

His left hand had been resting on her bare thigh but, when George replaced it with his right and raised his mouth from her body, Sugar knew what to do next. She elevated her legs and, when she felt his arm on her other thigh, she lowered them so they rested on his shoulders. There was some disappointment when she felt cloth still covering his body, so she decided to rectify that.

“George, why don’t you take off your shirt and get cozier?”

“Good idea.”

She felt him back away and her legs, still widely spread, were resting on the carpet again. A minute later, fabric brushed against her knee and she heard the faint clicking of buttons as the shirt was set to the side. Sugar lifted her legs again and, this time when let them come to rest, she could feel George’s naked shoulders against her own bare skin. Less than a second later, she felt his arms wrap around her thighs until his hands were resting on her mons.

Normally, when George eats a pussy, the first thing he does once he gets into position, is admire its beauty. It was much too dark in the office suite to do that, but he was able to breathe deeply of the delectable fragrance in front of him, which is normally the second thing he likes to do. He turned his head slightly and his tongue started on Sugar’s left thigh, licking up the juices that had trickled there. As delightful as their scent had been, the taste of the young hotsy’s nectar was even more delicious.

After cleaning all the juices off both her thighs, his tongue started stroking upward on her crotch, catching the fresh juices trickling out of her love hole. Their flavor was even better than what he had licked off Sugar’s legs. His mouth began running into pubic hair, which he had noticed earlier was quite thick. Usually, George prefers eating a waxed or clean shaven pussy, because the bare skin is more sensitive, and the woman responds more sensuously, but it would have been hard to imagine anybody being more sensuous than Sugar Garcia was that night.

He couldn’t see what he was doing, but George’s tongue knows the way around a pussy well enough that he started licking one of Sugar’s outer lips. Although thick, her bush was soft and clean, and it felt almost as good to his mouth as her bare skin would have. Knowing they had all night, he moved slowly, his tongue caressing every bit of the lip over and over again, until he reached her mons. He kissed her there and brought his mouth back down to where he had begun so he could feast on the great wealth of nectar Sugar had just produced.

After his repast, George’s tongue started up the other outer lip. He treated this one the same way, including kissing her mons, and by that time, Sugar was moaning in bliss and her pussy was writhing under him. When he can, George likes to look at a woman’s body to see how much effect his ministrations are having, and how close she is to an orgasm, but he couldn’t on that night. Even so, he could tell by her happy sounds and the erratic movements of her body that she was steadily getting closer.

She knew it too. From reading his stories, especially on Literotica, Sugar had been sexually excited as soon as she learned George would be working at the office and had managed to get herself assigned as his assistant. On the day he was to start, she had worn the sexiest clothing that was acceptable at the office and the thong panties that would not have been allowed had anybody known about them. Beginning with her introduction to him, she had put herself on display, elated at the way he looked down her blouse, and at the way he stared at her ass and pussy when she hiked her skirt up high as she bent over the bottom file drawer. From the bulge visible in his pants, she was certain her plans and preparations would come to fruition, or she would not have pulled the blackout trick.

Already bahis şirketleri aroused when George began his ministrations, she had, by the time he finished licking her outer lips, reached a height she had never known before. Sugar felt her climax building and reminding her of a volcano on the verge of erupting. When she felt his tongue licking all the fresh juices from her pussy and start slowly caressing between an inner and outer lip, the eruption grew closer.

“George, I really love that. Keep doing it,” she urged him.

“I will. I wish I could see your pussy though, because it smells and tastes and feels really scrumptious.” After speaking, George resumed using his mouth for more important purposes.

Those purposes were far more important for Sugar too, one of them being his tongue slowly thrusting and exploring between her labia until he reached the end of the inner one, where it merges with the other inner lip to form her clit hood. She knew the protection was useless by that time, because her man in the boat was so swollen with her lust he had pushed its way out from under the hood. George knew it too because, when he reached that point, she felt his tongue delicately stroking that very sensitive place before returning to his starting point and devouring all her fresh juices and starting again with her other pair of lips.

He treated this pair the same way, slowly caressing both with his tongue while her eruption grew even more imminent. Sugar didn’t know if George knew it or not, because her whole body was moving so wildly, but her hips had started thrusting out past his head. She could easily have gotten herself off by simply touching her clit, but she didn’t want to, because she knew it would be so much better when George took care of that with his talented mouth.

She also knew that glorious event was imminent when his tongue delicately touched her there again. “Suck my clit,” she urged him. Suck my clit and make me cum!”

Whether George responded to her plea or just knew it was time, she didn’t know, nor did she care when she felt his mouth envelop her clit and start to suck. His lips were clamped on the base, and his tongue was stroking the swollen sides. Sugar’s movements became even more strenuous, her body thrashing wildly while her pussy fucked up into the mouth that had brought her to that point. At last, the volcano erupted and she started to cum.

Reflexively, Sugar’s thighs clamped onto the sides of George’s head, and her hands went to the back to press his face snugly against her pussy, as if she were afraid he might try to get up and leave. Her legs swung from side to side, with his head imprisoned between them, and she rocked to and fro on her ass while continuing to jam her pussy against his mouth.

She didn’t have to worry about his trying to escape, because George was in one of the situations he enjoys above all others. He had his mouth clamped on the clit of a hotsy who was cumming and wildly yanking him around, whether on a bed or on the floor. Leaving was the furthest thing from his mind, and he even clung as tightly as possible to Sugar’s thighs to avoid being pitched to the side while he reveled in his favorite kind of ride.

“Oh god!” she cried out as she climaxed, and all her muscles clenched as she rammed her pussy into George’s face for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, Sugar completely relaxed, her arms sprawled out at her sides and her legs draped loosely across his shoulders.

He grinned happily, backed away slightly and moved forward again. George couldn’t see Sugar’s nectar, but he knew from experience where it would be. Avidly, he licked the delicious juices from the insides of her thighs, her crotch and her lips. Although he was tempted, he left the juices in the pink hole that had produced them. After eating such a marvelous pussy, his cock was raging hard, and he needed to fuck. The juices there would be needed for lubrication, but he feasted on everything else his tongue could find.

After her great orgasm, Sugar lay on her back with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a blissful smile. More thrills rippled through her body while George licked all the fresh juices from her, before moving away and letting her legs fall to the floor. In the dim light, she could see him stand up and she heard the rattle of his belt being unfastened and the soft sound of a zipper, apparently on his pants. Seconds later, she heard the jingle of keys and coins as his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. She couldn’t hear his undershorts falling, but Sugar knew they must have done so, because she knows he prefers being naked while fucking.

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This is a fictional story about two adults engaging in consensual “Daddy”/girl age roleplay. This is not an incest story; the characters are not related. Please note, at no point in this story is there any reference to sex with a minor. The woman in the story is in her twenties, and even during the age-play scenarios, she is intended to be 18+ and should be interpreted as such. The “Daddy” nickname is simply intended as a term of endearment.

*****

“Now, honey,” said my handsome new “Daddy” friend as he killed the engine, turning so he could fully drink in my epic breasts.

“Remember this. From this point forward, those huge fucking jugs of yours don’t even belong to you. They belong to Daddy, and so does the rest of you. Okay?”

My cunt was gushing. I’m 26 years old, but role-playing as a submissive 18-year-old slut for a powerful, demanding Daddy-type is what I live for. I was in absolute fantasyland as I sat in the passenger seat of Daddy’s expensive car. I nodded.

“That’s a good girl. Now. I want you to spit on them. Spit and drool and slobber on those enormous fucking breasts, baby,” he instructed.

I didn’t hesitate, happy to have a command from Daddy. I opened my mouth and let a string of saliva fall down and disappear in the deep valley between my big naked tits.

“Keep it up, sweetheart,” Daddy instructed. “Keep slobbering on those delicious ripe melons. Better you than me at this point, baby, because once I start drooling on those giant titties, I won’t be able to stop myself from cramming my big Daddy dick all the way up all your sweet, tiny holes.”

I kept drooling on my tits as Daddy stared lustily at me through lowered eyelids. He had his massive, rigid cock in his left hand, and was stroking it with increasing fervor as I coated my breasts generously with saliva. I could see my spit glistening all over the sloped tops of my oversized tits, running slowly and thickly toward the tips of my nipples. The air conditioner blew frigid air, drying the spit, making the sensation nearly unbearable.

“Okay, baby,” he said. “Such beautiful, suckable, fuckable breasts. Now you’re going to get your dildo out and slide it up your tight little cunt, got it? I want you to put on a show for me. Do you want to put on a hot little show to please illegal bahis Daddy?” I did. I nodded eagerly.

“Ok, baby, I want you to keep sitting up, facing forward like before when I was driving, still slobbering all over those huge jugs of yours like the dumb whore you are, and I want you to sit on and ride your dildo for Daddy. Got it?”

It was. I frantically rummaged for my purse and located the dildo I’d brought, my favorite one, a realistic and veiny eight-inch rubber dong, flesh-colored, complete with a big set of balls at the base. It had a suction cup under the balls, which I affixed to the leather seat, balls facing toward the back so I’d feel them against my ass as I rode. I moved my hips up and guided the big head toward my dripping slit.

“Do you need any lube, sweetie?” asked Daddy, his voice thick with lust as he watched.

“No, Daddy. My pussy is very, very wet, thanks to you,” I said. And with that I slid the big fake cock into my dripping pussy, lowering my hips down on it, impaling myself on my favorite toy cock, my cunt lips squeezing around it wetly as I sat all the way down.

Daddy grunted at the sight and the wet sounds. “That’s it. Now cram it up that wet cunt, you horny little bitch. Ride that cock for Daddy. You just wish that fake dick were as big as your Daddy’s. Someday, little cunt. Someday I’ll treat you to a ride on my huge rod. Someday I’ll fuck your silly little brains out.”

So there I sat in the passenger seat, my enormous tits bare and begging for love, with a huge dildo buried in my cunt. God, I was so ready to get my holes filled by this wonderful, huge-cocked stranger I was calling Daddy. I’d never been so ready. I loved hearing him talk to me like this, calling me names, promising to give me his big dick someday.

I did as he said, sliding my body up and down on the big dildo, starting to ride it. I’d sit down hard until it was to-the-hilt in my greedy, sopping wet pussy, then I’d lift myself almost all the way off so I could slam myself back down again. It felt very, very good.

I gripped the armrests on either side of me as I struggled for the leverage I needed, then I finally just moved my legs up so they were tucked underneath me on the seat. In that position I found a powerful riding rhythm, bouncing illegal bahis siteleri earnestly on that dong as I fucked myself senseless.

I couldn’t control the moans that escaped my lips. Loud and breathy. I reached down with my right hand and rubbed my clit frantically, my head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, my drool glistening all over my enormous chest as it moved with my body.

Daddy was now jerking off emphatically as he watched me bounce on that big dong. “Good girl. My girl is such a slut for huge dicks, isn’t that right?” I nodded. “Good girl. Daddy’s sweet huge-titty cumslut. I can hear your cunt slobbering all over that fake cock. Only sluts have cunts that wet. You’re nothing but a little slut in heat and you need to have all your tight holes filled up by Daddy. You just wait til you feel that cunt stretching around Daddy’s huge cock. Daddy’s gonna pound your naughty pussy so hard. Your virgin asshole, too.”

I was building toward climax, listening intently to his hot dirty talk, getting off on his words. The way he was talking was too much, too perfect.

Then, as if on cue, he reached over with his right hand and shoved two of his fingers into my mouth. “Get those fingers nice and wet, slut,” he said. I spit and drooled on his fingers liberally.

Daddy moved his spit-soaked fingers from my mouth to my naked left breast and began stroking and pinching the nipple with those slippery, spit-soaked fingers. It felt like a soft tongue was licking and nibbling at my nipple. It felt amazing.

I pushed my tits out even further and, still riding my dildo up and down, moved my right hand from my clit up to my mouth so I could drool on my own fingers. I began to stroke my right nipple the same way Daddy was stroking the left.

With my eyes closed it felt like two separate tongues were licking my erect nipples. I was in heaven. Having both of my big titties suckled at the same time is my fucking favorite thing in the world. I groaned loudly, knowing an orgasm was imminent.

“Oh, Daddy,” I sighed. I began to move my body up and down fast and hard, causing my massive, pointed titties to bounce and wobble and knock together prettily for Daddy. I wanted him to see how hot they’d look when I was riding his cock. His big hard Daddy cock canlı bahis siteleri that I wanted so much.

I was gonna cum. “Ohh, yes, Daddy. My pussy wants to cum, Daddy. I want to cum on my Daddy’s dick so bad. I’m gonna be Daddy’s favorite little titty-slut. Yess. Ohhhh, no, no, Daddy…my cunt’s about to cream all over your expensive leather…” I trailed off, losing my voice, intense orgasmic pleasure building in strong waves.

“It’s okay, honey,” he said gruffly, using his left hand to stroke his huge cock furiously as he watched me. “Daddy wants you to cum now, sweetheart. Bounce on that big dick. Good girl. Bounce those huge firm juggies for Daddy. Show Daddy what he’s missing, baby.”

Having gotten his permission, I came like a freight train. I started riding that dildo like my life depended on it, cunt cream gushing out, moaning as my huge tits bouncing high, slapping together, jiggling, practically hitting me in the face.

I could see Daddy out of the corner of my eye, jerking off and ogling my perfect tits as they bounced and swayed. He was probably imagining me riding his dick, facing him, ordering me to bounce my pretty jugs for him as he blasted his huge load inside me. I couldn’t wait to give him a proper titty-show, preferably in a big bed, riding him boldly with his dick up my ass.

I was screaming out gibberish as my pussy gushed and spasmed. “Oh, fuck, Daddy! Ooohh! Daddy Daddy Daddy! Yes Daddy! I love Daddy! Daddy’s good girl, ahhhh! Daddy’s huge cock! Mmm, love my titties Daddy! Daddy’s good girl!” I gasped. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just knew I was cumming hard for Daddy like I’d been told to do. And it felt fantastic.

As my climax began to ebb and I slowed my riding, I looked over to see that Daddy had stopped stroking his dick. He sat there staring at me, a stern expression on his face. He looked at my lips, then raked his eyes down over my mega-busty body with a primal glint in his eyes. Then he grinned and gestured toward his lap.

“It’s time, slut. Time to suck on your Daddy’s big purple lollipop, sweetie,” he said. My heart soared as my cunt spasmed with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm. Finally! I thought. He wants me to suck his dick, yum!

But before I could even obey, Daddy reached over and grabbed me roughly by the back of the head, gripping a fistful of my hair with his big hand, and with a low growl, he pulled my head down into his lap.

I took a deep breath and braced myself, ready to greet his monster cock with my hungry mouth.

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I pulled up to the Miller’s house at 6:30. I had found their ad online; they needed a nanny for the summer. When I called, Mrs. Miller explained that they would like to have a trial run before hiring me for the entire summer; apparently they had a few less than reputable sitters apply for the position. I was 19 and had a lot of experience. In fact, I was over qualified for this position.

The house was gigantic! The Miller’s obviously had a lot of money; I mean they would have to, to have a house this size, in this neighborhood. I grabbed the rear-view mirror and fixed my make-up. I caught a glimpse of my cleavage in the mirror. I guess I should have changed before I left. I was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tight, v-neck, black tee shirt. It was cut very low, too low for what was basically a job interview. Whatever, I thought I look really good and maybe the dad will give me a tip. I had long blonde hair that was wavy from sitting on the beach all day. I was tanner than usual and in great shape from running all season on the soccer team. But my tits looked huge in this t-shirt. I was already a double D but they looked even bigger tonight. I pulled up my top as best I could but didn’t bother too much.

When canlı bahis I rang the doorbell Mrs. Miller answered. She was small like me, but super skinny like she did yoga for five hours everyday. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a simple black dress.

“Hi! You must be Mrs. Miller. I’m Morgan.” I tried to sound enthusiastic. She invited me in and asked if she could have a quick Q Shane was heading up about a half hour after us. Mrs. Miller threw a fit and wouldn’t wait the thirty minutes for Shane to finish a job and drive up with us. I didn’t think it would be too bad the beach was only an hour and a half away. Turns out it was though. Mrs. Miller talked about her friend Jessica the entire trip. Apparently she was heiress to a giant fortune and their friendship had “really blossomed over the past month.” She wasn’t even really talking to me, as I sat in the backseat with Bobby. It was more like she was congratulating herself on finding such a rich friend.

When we got to the beach house Bobby was sleeping and she took him inside to put him in his crib. I was unpacking the car when Shane pulled up in his work truck.

I was bending over the back of the SUV trying to reach all the toys that had spilled out of bahis siteleri Bobby’s bag when I felt him behind me. He pressed up against me and grabbed the last toy that was out of my reach.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he whispered in my ear as he handed me the toy. I turned and looked at the house and then back at him and smiled.

“You got here really fast,” I said leaning against the bumper. He rolled his eyes.

“I was five minutes behind you. She could have just picked me up in the city. How was the drive?” He seemed really annoyed.

“Jessica seems delightful,” I said sarcastically.

“Wait till you meet her husband,” he said laughing as he grabbed the heavier bags to bring in the house.

Mrs. Miller didn’t even say hi to him when we walked in. She just started barking orders.

“I am going to the store to get dinner ready for when the Turner’s arrive. I had the maid come before we got here so do not mess up a single thing. You need to check the pool to make sure they actually cleaned it. Morgan I need you to unpack all the bags and make sure Bobby isn’t fussy. I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Jesus Christ Shane you couldn’t have showered before you left?” We both stood there and watched bahis şirketleri her stomp out of the house. I leaned against the wall in the entryway.

“You are really dirty,” I said biting my lip. He walked toward me and pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pushed up my tank top. He pulled my hips into him and I could feel his cock press against me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he kissed me.

“Fuck, you make me so hard,” He growled into my neck and he moved his hand up my shirt. I arched my back and offered him my tits. He squeezed my breast through my bra and exhaled deeply like he had been dying to touch me. Then his hands dropped and he hung his head.

“We have to get this shit done, or Nancy will be unbearable,” He said as he pulled me into him one last time before letting go.

“I guess I can wait a few more hours,” I said frowning. He laughed and grabbed a bunch of bags to bring upstairs. He brought all the suitcases upstairs for me and went to clean out the pool as I unpacked everything.

Bobby was still sleeping when I heard him get out of the shower. I was in my room unpacking when I heard my door open. He was standing in a towel wrapped around his waist and was dripping wet. He looked incredible and my mouth dropped, as I looked him over. He was tanned and had the most amazing body I had ever seen. He was so ripped with washboard abs and a perfect chest.

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The earthy breeze of autumn grasps my senses

not one sense on its own, but at a primal level,

my hair blows back, the cool breeze nips my ear

and I feel the winter’s need to ready. To prepare. To supply. To protect

I glance through the darkness at your glowing face reflected off a candlelit lantern,

And your soft lips on your cigarette form an erotic impulse in my mind,

soft blue electrical impulses tense my once relaxed being and I feel one more need,

a need that has no name, only vague description wrapped in irony.

I need to comfort you and protect you, yet at the same time overpower and expose you.

I need to wrap you in myself, yet dominate you the way you need at this moment.

I desperately need to explore you,

To taste you,

from the salty love sweat of your neck and arms

to the sweet skin of your breasts

and to feel your stomach tremble as I lead a path to that I must taste the most.

Tonight’s passion will not be the excited dance of the autumn bonfire,

but the slow burning hardwood fire that spreads the comforting heat throughout your house of love

From a spark, to the lick of a single flame, to the burning roar of a fire that is almost too great to bear,

but must still be felt, till the heat is no longer tolerable,

yet the burn of this fire leaves no scars.

I illegal bahis expose you

to kiss, to explore, to caress and…

To taste. You are a liquor I can’t describe, a nectar I must have.

I am an addict satisfying my fix, and my mind reels at the sweet release.

I find it hard to quell my ravenous hunger, but I must, for the true joy is soon to be served,

and table manners are to be observed meticulously for this.

My head is dizzy as I feel you brace, searching for comfort in the sweet uncomfort of the tension.

And it is now that I use my strength, my dominance, and attack with lust as you strain.

I can almost see an aura around you as you writhe in bliss, searching for more,

and I begin again, this time firmly, as I search out new sensations in your soul,

bringing you to the edge again.

You collapse, released, intoxicated, and I lazily lap at your pleasure, drawing in every scent and flavor.

It is not until you breathe deeply again that I nestle beside you

Your breast an angelic pillow for me to gaze upon your soft sleepy face, my hand softly resting on the dampness of your love, and I breathe in your aroma, the sweet perfume and skin.

*

We lay in the warm candlelight; our bodies and souls intertwined, as if melting together into a new being, and as I drift off in the euphoria illegal bahis siteleri I barely recognize the slight shift in your body.

I put it off to comfort, an adjustment to let our bodies mingle.

Your soft arm drapes behind you, to my side,

and as I expect embrace, I am surprised by your grip,

strong, yet tender, and under your command, I surrender wholly.

You are in charge now, and I have become a slave to your eroticism.

You gently turn over, never releasing me, and the gentle pull as you do brings me to life

Your breasts fall together, one nipple hidden in the sheets, the other large, exposed,

and I lean in to suckle.

I imagine what it is like to drink from them, to taste another part of you,

and as look up into your face, your eyes lock onto mine, and I see your soul clearly;

I see deep dark lust. I see ferocity, I see the same intense abandon I saw the first time we made love,

and in this moment you overtake me wholly.

I’m sure subconsciously I remember your firm breasts sliding down my stomach as your body changed position,

but all I feel is your long smooth hair drifting across my mid section,

and your breath,

Hot, moist and heavy,

drifting down me from that most sensitive head to the thick base that is anchoring me upright.

You keep me like this long canlı bahis siteleri enough that I can barely distinguish the heat from your breath from the heat of your mouth,

But then I realize the new sensation, an entrancingly warm, wet sensation, and it my turn to surrender.

I watch in erotic fascination as you slowly take me in, and am amazed at how your lips are the only thing that touch me on your slow descent.

Until you reach the bottom. I moan as I touch the back of your throat, and suddenly your mouth seals down around me and traps me in a vacuum of sensuality. Slowly and skillfully you rise, till your lips expand as you reach the full width

I can feel the first of myself escaping, and jump a little as you gently pull off of me, then lick it out of its source, then fall back down the entire length of me again.

You are like a cat to a mouse; playing till your prey is just about done, then skillfully allowing a moment of escape.

This time there is no escape though, and as your game plays out, your hands tenderly find my fruit.

You cup them, caress them and lick them. And as you move back to take me in, you find that spot, and you expertly explore as you suck me back in.

I am lost, with little control, and at the threshold.

I am about to fill you. I need to.

My plans for a night of lovemaking have been taken over. You have expertly taken back that which I stole from you,

and as you take from me, you also give back.

The autumn wind still desperately tries to find entrance, but tonight our fire has forced retreat, and we rest in its glow.

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Her husband had just left and she started getting ready to go out, she was excited at the prospect of what she was about to do. Her heart pounded faster in her chest as she tightened the corset strings, encasing her slim body in tight black satin. She put on her boots, he liked those she remembered as she fastened them at her thigh. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled. She had been looking forward to today, the day it was finally going to happen. He was an artist and she had offered him something that he found very hard to refuse. She was going to model for him.

She slipped her long black coat around her, grabbed her bag and walked out of the flat, the cold air making her naked skin tingle, she found the thrill of being almost naked under her coat was making her pussy wet with anticipation. She would be at his studio soon and then the fun would begin.

He hadn’t been an artist for long, and was excited at this prospect, never before had he had a model like her, one that excited him so much. This one was different from people he had drawn at collage or in studios. Every time they met he could sense the sexual tension, and now she had agreed to model for him, the very thought of her aroused him.

He heard a illegal bahis knock at the door, it was her! The thought made him slightly harder in his jeans. He went to open the door, determined to act professional, he lead her to his studio. Asking her to make herself ready he sat and watched. His heart pounding as he watched her strip…

She could see he was aroused, his jeans were tight and she could see his erect cock straining against the fabric. He began to draw, watching his hands move across the paper she began to imagine what they would feel like caressing every inch of her body, in a dream like state she closed her eyes, her hands wandering over her naked body until one came to rest upon her pert breast and the other could feel the moistness between her thighs, Her fingers exploring every inch of her aching pussy. It felt fantastic she could feel herself coming closer and closer to orgasm.

He couldn’t concentrate, watching her fingers explore her pussy, they were slick with her love now, her breathing intensifying as he drew near. He couldn’t cope much longer now and undid his jeans, his hard cock fell out, the head glistening with drops of pre-cum. He started stroking slightly as he ran his free hand over her body, illegal bahis siteleri his head inching closer to her breasts. Her nipples were erect and he cupped her breast in his hand taking her nipple into his mouth. Circling it with his tongue, feeling it get harder.

As he cupped her breast with one hand she reached up and pulled him to her, her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, her tongue gently massaging his. Her hand found his erect cock and grasped it tightly, stroking its full length, he was as big as she had imagined she could feel him thrusting against her and knew he was about to cum so she took him deep into her mouth and gently started to suck, he let out a loud moan as he trust deeper into her throat, she felt him cum and tasted him for the first time, she longed to feel him inside her, but not yet she pushed him downwards wanting him to taste her longing for him. She gasped as his tongue delved deep into her pussy, flicking her clitoris.

He felt her wet all over his mouth. Her taste ran over his face and tongue as her pussy writhed to his touch, he could feel her hump against him and looking up, he looked up at her face and it was in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, a canlı bahis siteleri small drop of his cum still on her lips. She was moving more intensely, obviously on the verge of cumming. Her cropped pubic hair was brushing against his face and he was hard again.

As he played with himself she tightened against him as she began to cum. The feeling was so intense, she moaned loudly, begging him to enter her. Slowly he kissed his way up her warm body taking each nipple in his mouth, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip of his cock. With a quick thrust he was inside her, it felt fantastic as she wrapped her long legs around him, she matched his thrusts, the feeling of him inside her was making her pussy throb with excitement, she knew he could feel it and wanted to watch as he enjoyed every inch of her.

She rolled him on to his back, straddling him, taking his cock deeper in to her wet pussy, her hands enjoying her breasts and the feel of her erect nipples, his hand joined hers the feel of his hands on her skin gave her goose bumps, with on hand she reached down to play with her clitoris, she could feel his cock beginning to quiver, and the swell of her orgasm deep inside her, with one last deep thrust he came his warm cum filling her.

He kissed her as they lay together both glowing from the fun they had shared, he whispered in her ear that he would need a second sitting if he were to finish the picture and she knew that it would never be finished.

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I arrived at my accountant’s office in plush new office park and took in the grandeur of the onyx tinted, glass-walled buildings and the impressive gardens and fountains. When I entered the lobby of the wing his office was in, my cell phone went off. Annoyed, I looked down to find that it was my accountant. I answered the phone as I stepped into the anteroom of his offices and smiled as I teased the receptionist by talking to her on the phone for several moments before she finally realized I was actually standing in front of her. she had called to cancel out meeting—ten minutes before it was to start.

She smiled up at me demurely and apologized for the SNAFU. I smiled down at her wishing that she would find a creative way to make it up to me. She was a small-packaged goddess. Probably in her mid twenties; long blond hair; shapely legs revealed by a well-cut, but professional skirt; her breasts were small, but very well-shaped as was the rest of her body; and she had a sporty flair to her that seemed to promise fun. She seemed to read my mind, or at least follow my eyes. “Mr. Kirshner apologizes for the last minute cancellation, but as you may have heard he has been recruited to solve the city budget problems and one of the commission meetings has run over. He has instructed me to reschedule the appointment and to offer a small token of his condolence. . .”

My imagination got the best of me and my minds eye watched as she slipped seductively from her desk chair, turned the door lock, and shrugged out of her dapper business dress revealing a well-curved body barely contained in ruby red lingerie. . .

“. . .If you have a block open this afternoon or this evening he would like to buy you drinks and a meal and he wanted me to pass this on to you.”

Her hand brushed my wrist as she handed me a small gift envelope. The touch was electrifying.

“I highly recommend them. They are located right here in our building. It is the most relaxing time you will ever experience. Would you like for me to book you an appointment? Since you are now free, I can probably convince them to fit you in. It just so happens that my sister is on staff there, and might I say, you uhhm,” she glanced at the erection in my chinos, “look like you need to relax.”

The information was passing me in a blur. I opened the envelope and saw a gift certificate for $75.00 to an exclusive day spa. I had heard their commercials on the radio, but assumed it was for women. I did not look forward to a facial and pedicure. I decided I had nothing to lose and the whole afternoon open, since I had predicted it would take a number of hours for my accountant to make sense out of my taxes.

“That sounds like an excellent idea. Just have Mr. Kirshner send me a voice-mail when he is returns. Tell him I will be downstairs at the spa.”

The receptionist seemed to flash me a devilish smile as she quickly made arrangements and sent me on my way.

I entered the spa unsure what to expect since it was my first visit. They were illegal bahis complete professionals and ushered me into relaxation smoothly and efficiently. I had barely handed my voucher to the receptionist, and suddenly I was relaxing in a steam-bath, dressed in the plushest robe that had ever touched my skin, enjoying the tingling coolness of fresh kiwi slices on my eye-lids, and sipping chilled champagne from an elegant flute. No wonder women loved this place. After relaxing completely, I was escorted to another room by a very lovely young lady. She seemed to be a slightly older and more elegant version of my accountant’s office manager. I wondered if this was her sister. She had a slight Nordic accent, so I wasn’t sure. I had failed to catch her name. She helped me slide up and onto the massage table, lit several candles, and turned on a sound system that emitted the smooth flowing conjugation of light jazz and a babbling brook. She dim the lights as she slipped out of the room. Within moments I was drifting off to sleep. I awoke with a start as I felt a warm hand, smooth with oil work slowly and languidly from my ankle to my buttocks. It was then that I realized I was completely naked, except for a small sheet that was draped over the middle of my body. When she worked both my legs and lower back, her hands slipped smoothly and naturally beneath the sheet arousing me only slightly because of the state of rest my body had assumed under her skilled touch. I could barely open my eyes, but when I did I saw that my Nordic goddess was the one with the skilled hands. I sighed with pure bliss as a stunning woman gave me a fantastic massage. She had to wake me when it was time for me to roll over.

Within moments, my anatomy got the best of me and my erection made a great, big tent out of the sheet she had used to keep my privates covered. She smiled at me and whispered that it was a perfectly natural reaction and that I could pleasure myself as she finished the massage. I decided to take her up on it, and she moved her hands in slow circles around my pelvis while I did the dirty work. She let me lift up the sheet and service myself. She seemed to act indifferent to the sight of my erection. I pumped it and she swirled her hands a bit faster and a bit closer, but I had difficulty cumming.

She was now eyeing my stiff erection with mild interest. The harder I pumped and the more her hands swirled along my thighs and abdomen, the thicker my cock became. I began to moan slightly in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I could not make myself cum. She moved very quietly to the door and slipped the lock shut, then she returned smiling and turned up the music slightly. She poured warm oil all over my cock and I started pumping and stroking it with more effort. I felt and odd sensation and looked down to see that her hands had begun to swirl very rapidly along my thighs and with each pass she brushed the base of my cock and balls with her long fingernails. Still I did not cum.

Soon her skilled hands roamed nearly everywhere illegal bahis siteleri along the front of my body. She squeezed my nipples and encouraged me to cum. She would stop occasionally and bend down toward my pumping fist and lick her lips teasingly while winking at me. Despite her seductive coaxing, I couldn’t make myself cum. I had gone through the dollop of oil she had given me and the friction began to burn. She saw the problem and uncapped her bottle of oil and poured the silky stuff all over my erection for me while I stroked. She reached down and cupped my balls in her palm and squeezed them gently as she watched me resume stroking my oil-slicked cock. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and the next thing I knew, she pushed my hands away and began to pump it quite expertly.

I decided to push the envelope and caressed her legs while she worked. Her breathing quickened so I slid my hands further along her legs and under her skirt. When I started to slide my hand under her panties she smiled down at me and said, “We could get in a lot of trouble for this. . .your not a cop are you?” I did my best to reassure her, but she decided to error on the side of caution and kept moving away whenever my fingers tried to hook under her panties.

I tried a different tact and stopped caressing her buttocks and inner thighs and moved down her legs to the erogenous zone just behind her knee. I let my arms drop to the side of the table so that her pelvis pushed on my forearms and biceps as she bent forward to stroke my cock. I rubbed her calves tenderly and she seemed to like the contact. I felt her legs spread, so I slid my palm along the inside of her leg, enjoying the firm curves of her legs hidden just beneath her stockings. I moved my hand further under her skirt and I started fondling her rump as she bent over me, now pumping with both hands double clutching my stiff rod quite expertly.

Soon she became aroused enough to indulge. She smiled down at me and slipped her hands from cock long enough to unfasten her skirt and drape it over a nearby chair. I slipped my hand under her panties and teased her pussy. She moaned and leaned against the table, rocking slightly on her feet with her eyes closed. Her hands had stopped stroking my cock. They just rested there squeezing the stiff length occasionally as I slid a finger deep inside her and wiggled it slightly, probing for an angle to reach her G-spot. She moaned as I explored her soft, saturated folds. Soon she was grasping my cock stiffly and rocking back and forth on her feet as my finger wiggled further up and began stroking her g-spot right where she stood. After a little more pleasure she resumed pumping my cock in both hands, spinning her wrist slightly with each stroke. I felt my meat thicken and veins spasm. I was about to cum.

“Ohh no you don’t. You started this and you are going to finish it,” she chided me as she grabbed the base of my cock in one hand and the rim of my balls in the other and squeezed them tightly. The pressure shut canlı bahis siteleri off my orgasm and nearly deflated my cock. The sensation was pleasurable, but nearly blanked me out. I suddenly realized that my Nordic goddess was skilled in the Tantric Arts.

She moved to the top of the table. As she started working my shoulders, her thighs pressed against the sides of my face. I parted her thighs a bit more and pushed my face forward. As she kept rubbing my chest, I rubbed my chin against her pussy and tried to pull her panties down. She slid forward and started to pump my cock in both oily hands as I struggled with her panties. When I reached up to just pull them off, she pushed my arms down and climbed further up on the table. She pinned my arms with her knees. It drove me insane having her lap hovering over my hungry mouth. I could smell her excitement. She was moaning and pumping my cock with her hands and would occasionally grind her pelvis in my face giving me a mouthful of wet panties.

She flipped the sheet off and bent further over me. I nearly exploded when I felt her mouth move on my cock. I pulled her panties down and grabbed her ass cheeks, clutching them in my fingers and trying to pull her naked twat to my hungry lips. At first I thought she was completely shaved, but then I realized that her pubis was a neatly trimmed triangle of fine blond silk. I lifted my head so that my neck was cradled in the sling of her panties and began twirling my tongue like a machinist drill in her lovely sweet trove.

She moaned around my cock and slid her hot mouth down deeper. I could feel her clutching lips around the base and began orgasm as she vibrated her throat and mouth muscles. I slid one finger deep inside her anus and fiddled her G-spot from the rear as I sucked on her pert clitoris and twirled my tongue deep inside her. Her limbs flopped on me as we came together. I gushed hot cum like a fountain into her retreating mouth and she choked on the white cream flowing in streams in her locked jaws. She scooted her wet gash on my face and a flood of ejaculate from her urethra squirted into my mouth and across my nose. It tasted like melon juice, and I lapped it up like a hungry cat.

We rested for a moment and then she reached for the steamed cloths to clean our bodies. A devilish smile reached her lips as the warm cloth rejuvenated my erection. I lifted her up on the table and pushed her legs back until her heels were against her thighs. I leaned forward and moved my waving erection between her legs. My cock slid easily inside her and I pleasured her with alternate jabs and plunges while standing beside the table. I slid my hand between our thrusting bodies and flicked my thumb along her clit. Soon we were moaning so loud that she pulled me and kissed me deeply so that we did not alarm the staff of the spa. We came a few moments later when I lifted her buttocks slightly and angled the hood of my cock against her G-spot. I tipped her handsomely and she slipped me her business card. I looked at the card after I had dressed. On the back was her home phone number along with a quickly jotted note.

“I share a condo with my sister—we enjoy sharing. Call us.”

I decided as I left, that I was not paying my accountant enough.

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Waves of heat rippled on the road ahead. Nothing but miles and miles of flat land before me, I knew it would be dull out here in the plains, but this was beyond the pale. And me trying to get across the country in a week. Well at least The Rockies were behind me now.

All the crap in the trailer and in back of the pickup made for careful driving. 65 was it, after that thing wobbled a bit.

Up ahead, I could see a lone figure walking down the road, the universal symbol asking for a ride, extended.

I slowed down to see what sort of person.

“Omaha?” she asked after I stopped on the shoulder.

“I pass near there, get in if you want.”

“Thanx!”

She sat down in the passenger seat, and looked for a place for her bag. She was in her early twenties, thin but not starving. Her clothes were well worn, but not ragged.

We chatted for a while. I explained that I was driving to Iowa to drop off some things for my step daughter at Iowa State. She was headed to Omaha to find a job and to be with friends. Life in rural America did not suit her.

After a few silences in the conversation, I put on some music and she leaned back on the seat to nap. Being a male I stole a few glances at her sleeping body. It was hard to tell given the clothing she worn, what was beneath, but from what I could see, she could be a looker.

Ah you dirty old man, I thought to myself. It’s on the way, she seems to be pleasant company. Relax and enjoy what comes of it.

She woke with a start when I pulled into the rest stop.

“Rest stop break, need to lose the Starbucks,” I commented.

“Oh good I can get changed into something else” she replied.

She grabbed her bag and made her way over to the ladies restroom.

I got out and headed to the gent’s for a good long pee. Sometimes a good long pee is almost as good as sex. Almost.

When I got back, she was nowhere to be found, I waited a few minutes and then got back into the truck. after about 10 more minutes I decided that she had switched rides or bailed out on me. Either way I was not going to worry too much. I started the truck and began to pull out when I saw her dash across the lawn from the ladies room.

“You weren’t going to leave, were you?” she asked, getting back in.

“It had been a while…”

“Worth the wait maybe?” “Well now I see you decided to get comfortable.”

She smiled back at me.

She had changed out of the shapeless sweat pants she was wearing into some shorts, and I do mean short shorts. This displayed a pair of very long smooth tanned legs. The baggy sweatshirt she was wearing had been replaced by a short crop top and beneath lurked a sports bra. A flat bejeweled tummy was revealed to the warm morning sun.

In the few moments it took to get up to freeway speed, she managed to situate herself in such a way a s to take full advantage of the morning sun. She had leaned the seat back and had placed her feet on the dashboard, opening her legs to the güvenilir bahis warmth of the sun. A bottle of lotion had appeared in her hands and she began to apply it to her legs. I had to take this all in as I was driving down the interstate at 65 miles an hour, in quick glances. But it looked good from where I was sitting. She sure could work it. From her inner thighs, up near the crotch of her shorts, down the smooth surface to her knees, across her calves and then to her ankles and feet – then back again. Almost wanted to pull over and watch uninterrupted this display.

“You know that’s kind of a distraction.”

“Is it now, you should be watching the road.”

“As well I should but you’re making it very hard to do that.”

“Is that all I’m making hard?”

She seemed rather forward.

“If other things are getting hard, is there something your going to do about it?”

At this point she unbuttoned her shorts and slowly began to slide them down her thighs. Beneath her shorts she revealed nothing but what nature gave her. Shaved smooth and close. She then removed her crop top and slid out of her bra. Revealing a small, but very well proportioned set of tanned breasts with rather long, by my experience, nipples. What had entered my pickup an hour ago had performed a rather extreme transformation. The lotion continued to be applied to the rest of her body, with a knowing touch, gentle caress and a certain wickedness. Needless to say I was rather distracted.

BLLLLAAAATTT!

“Shit!”

A long haul trucker was behind me and to my right. And I was drifting into his lane. Remember dear reader I’m still driving here. Being of a wicked mind I slowed slightly to allow the truck to pull to the right side of my pickup.

She went on with her lotion application. It’s amazing, some people seems to believe that they are invisible once inside an automobile.

The air horns blasted the trucker’s approval.

She laughed and looked at me, “You asshole! “

“Hey, you started it.”

She rolled slightly to the right to give the driver a better view. I couldn’t see him, nor did I really want to. But she could. for about 5 miles or so, we clogged up both lanes of the eastbound highway, while she played with herself to her satisfaction, and perhaps the truck drivers, but I’ll never know that.

Her orgasm was a subtle affair, Some moaning and pressing her hips forward. No screaming or thrashing about. Once she was done, she moved back to face forward and closed her eyes, as if to rest. I sped up and left the trucker behind me.

After a while I got used to this naked body napping beside me. I almost forgot to tell her that I was going to stop for gas.

“Hey, sleeping beauty”

“What,” she mumbled.

“You might want to put something on or cover yourself, I’m stopping for gas.”

“Uh, ok.”

She turned around to reach into her bag for something and that gave me the first look and her bum. Looked pretty damned good to me, türkçe bahis very touchable and maybe even worth a caress or two.

She found her sweat shirt and laid back down with it over her body and closed her eyes.

I filled up, bent over and took the pricing like a man. Nice to see no real price gouging in America.

I walked back out to the truck to see her out of the truck, washing the windows.

Naked.

Damn her, we’re going to get in trouble if she’s not careful. No one at the station seemed to mind, except for the older couple that had just pulled in. And I think his wife was the one who was upset. He just looked amused.

“You’re quite the exhibitionist.,” I remarked, pulling onto the freeway.

“It’s my body, and I’ll share it as I like.,” she replied, sounding petulant.

“It’s not like I’m objecting.”

“Good!”

She had thrown the sweatshirt on the floor in front of her, and settled back into the her sun worshipping pose.

After a while she seemed to drift off into sleep again.

Temptation got a hold of me and my right hand began to cross the seat towards her sleeping form.

A soft touch on her arm by my fingertips.

No reaction.

Slowly up and down her forearm. The only reaction I could see was the reaction to my touch from her skin.

Now her shoulder, she moved, rolling towards me slightly.

I caressed her cheek. Her lips parted slightly, At this point I knew she was not asleep, rather playing the game. I indulged her.

My finger tips traced around her lips. and she seemed to seek them. First she took one in her mouth, sucking on it gently, then two. With just a hint of her teeth, she demonstrated her oral skills on my fingers. Then, still with her eyes closed, she guided my fingers in a wet line down her neck to her breasts, inviting me to touch her breast and squeeze it, I peeked over at her and I could see she was twisting her other nipple and squeezing her breast hard, I could see marks on her skin from her own touch. I gave her nipple a tweak and her flinched, a small yelp escaped her lips.

She then guided my hand down to her thigh. Moving her hips over a bit, putting her sex within reach of my fingers. I could feel the heat of her on my finger tips, and I touched her sex, at first unsure of myself, then becoming more confidant as she writhed under my touch. Finally she guided my hand to the center of her pleasure spot, pushing my finger inside of her. I withdrew for a moment to taste her on my fingers. She taste feminine, and of desire and of lust.

It was at this point I decided that I was done for the day. I wanted a hotel and I wanted her. Not necessarily in that order.

I played with her sex for a while, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, until I saw a side road that passed in the shadow of an overpass. Swinging onto the side road, I stopped under the overpass, and got out, and ran around to the other side of the truck, open the door and then opened her güvenilir bahis siteleri legs, putting them over my shoulders. She laid back on the seat, and allowed me to taste what my finger had been touching.

Slowly I kissed, licked and nibbled down her thighs until I found her bald sex, open, pink and waiting for my tongue. Her hands found my head and pressed it to her crotch. She wanted a tongue fucking. And who was I to deny her.

———-

My ears were still ringing from her cries of pleasure when we located a motel room. By now she had dressed – somewhat.

Once in the room, I decided to take a shower and get myself cleaned up. Once I was in she shed all her clothes and joined me. But only long enough to arouse me and, for her to lather up and rinse off. She exited the shower quickly, much to my dismay.

I emerged to find her in the room wearing only a modestly oversized sweat shirt and not much else.

She bent to open her pack and began rooting around inside. Nothing on below. Her exposure was total, revealing her sex between her thighs. as if just asking to be taken.

“You know, That’s a fairly inviting posture you’ve taken…”

“Oh?, she replied, peeking back at me, “oh I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, but don’t expect every guy to be so restrained either. Most would take it as an invitation. I’m just enjoying the view.”

My cock began to rise and became noticeable behind the towel. I chose to let her know of my condition in a very male manner, a slow towel snap to the back side. Which got a response.

“ASSHOLE!”

“Not my chosen target…”

By now I was on the bed and grinning at her.

She turned to reply and stopped with her mouth open.

“Oh I love uncut ones!”

She gazed at me hardening member, and then joined me on the bed, her lips still parted. Our lips touched, for the first time today, and then she did what all women can do, take complete control of a man with a simple act. Well perhaps it’s not simple, but none the less, the feeling of her lips as they enveloped my cock was exquisite…

——–

I awoke the next morning to find myself alone in the hotel room, and a note left under the phone. Funny I thought, the girl is the one who gets these sorts of things. I stared at the note for a while and then reached for it. Ow! Damn I knew that was going to hurt. Dare I say – almost too much sex.

“As you can no doubt guess by now I’m a bit flakey, but hey it’s who I am. I woke up early and realized I wanted to get going. And I guess I wanted to be alone. Any way I wanted to say thanks 4 the ride and thanks 4 the grub and the bed. I’m glad we hooked up. – Katie”

That was her name, Katie. Well that was that I suppose.

I packed up my debris and gave the room a once over. I seemed to have everything and other than the evidence of the sex the night before, I was not leaving anything behind.

I got some breakfast from the lobby. Rolls, hard boiled eggs, juice and coffee.

Once I settled into the pickup and got my stuff set, coffee, snack etc., I made for the highway and began to pick up speed.

Up ahead, I could see a lone figure walking down the road, the universal symbol asking for a ride, extended…

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