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I nervously headed into the restaurant, the last member of the party to join the group. I knew Sue and Dave, but Dave had arranged for a friend of his to make up the foursome with us. All I knew was that his name was Ted and he was older. I’ve always preferred older men, but was wondering if Dave’s definition of Older was like mine.

I also realize blind dates as a rule, are disastrous. In fact, the last time I did that, I swore never again. But, you know, it’s Saturday night and I’m not doing much more than living the life of a hermit lately. And there’s always that flicker of Hope that maybe this time will be different.

I spotted Sue right away as I approached the table. Dave and a really nice looking older man stood while Sue made the introductions. The man named Ted held my chair while I was seated. One of the neat things about being with older men is they remember their manners.

Ok, I remember my manners, too, usually, but there was just something about Ted that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We had several good conversations, but though I knew Dave and Sue and reminded myself I should look at them when speaking; for some reason, I just wanted to look at Ted. Then I became self-conscious that I was staring, so I’d just look down and hope he couldn’t see my face was hot and embarrassed.

I am not a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher, I kept reminding myself, but I’m acting like I’m a love smitten adolescent. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Yes, when in doubt you’re not being socially acceptable, have another drink. That always helps. Here I just met this guy and I’m already talking to myself. This is not good.

Before I knew it, everyone was getting up, and saying their good-byes. Outwardly I stood, and said Good-bye and was walking out the door with the others. Inside, though, I was protesting, the evening can’t be over!!! I just met Ted; I can’t bear to go back to my small apartment alone!

The next thing I knew, Sue and Dave were driving away, and Ted, bless his heart, looked at me with something in his eyes I didn’t recognize. “You look rather reluctant to say good-bye.”

“Is it that obvious? I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.”

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a grown woman blush so often.”

“Well, I may look like a grown woman, but inside I….uh…Oh, shit.” I looked down at my hands helplessly not knowing what to say. He stepped a little closer, took my hand and said, “Would you like to walk for awhile?” “Uh, yes, that would be nice.”

Thankfully he started out carrying the conversation, and I really can speak intelligently with just about anybody. When I’m not smitten with unspoken infatuation or lust or whatever this was I was feeling. We walked, and I guess I didn’t realize he was turning just where I was, until we stopped in front of my apartment building. I said, “This is where I live.”

He looked down and smiled and said, “You don’t say!!” Well, I felt a bit foolish. But, you know I had to try the line I’ve heard in all the movies. “Would you like to come in for a drink or coffee or something?” “Yes, I’d like that.”
Well, once I got him up to my apartment, I wasn’t really quite sure what to do with him. I mean, I’ve been with men before, of course, though not many and it had been some time. Still, there was a presence about Ted that unsettled me. Not in a creepy or bad way, just in an …unsettling illegal bahis way. Like he could read my mind. Or look into my eyes and see my soul. Not good, Karen, be careful I told myself. Then as part of me was still wondering about all this, thankfully the courteous part took over.

“Would you like a drink? Or coffee?” I asked.

“What will you be having?” He looked all too masculine and large in my small apartment.

“Personally, I’d rather have a cup of coffee, but you can have whatever you like.” I stopped in sort of a panic, realizing that could be taken in a couple of different ways.
“Coffee’s fine.” He sat on my sofa while I quickly made coffee.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” I admitted, and thinking it looked rude to sit Too far apart from him, I sat on the opposite end of the same couch.

“Perhaps I could just help you relax a bit. You know, break the ice, so to speak.” And suddenly he was right by me, holding me in his arms and we were engaged in the most luscious kiss. Oh. I’m not that nervous anymore. Well, maybe, but soon getting over it.

Finally we broke for a breath, and then resumed kissing. “A man who knows how to kiss has always been my weakness,” I said sounding stupid in my own ears. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that he’s using the oldest trick in the men’s dating guide; appearing to caress me with his arm around my back, all the while unfastening my bra under my blouse. Only I had no intention of protesting or trying to get him to stop.

Soon my bra was practically off me, my blouse was unbuttoned, and to make things easier, I just shrugged out of them. “Oh, my, you have the loveliest breasts.”

“Uh, thank you.” I’ve heard that just a few times before, of course, but still wasn’t sure how to respond. He began stroking my breasts, and running his fingers over my nipples, which were, by the way, instantly erect.

Now, at this point, even though I’m half undressed, I’m never sure about the protocol here. I realize his cock is growing under his trousers, but I never was bold enough to just grab a man’s privates, you know, as if I were Checking on their condition. I mean, he was all over my naked tits, but is it ok, to just manhandle a man’s crotch under these circumstances? Not knowing what to do, I just quit worrying, thinking it’s ok to just leave the pace up to the man. But, damn it, sometimes I wish I had a little more experience in these things.

I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and knowing it was inevitable, it wasn’t all that alarming to me to have his hand running up my inner thigh, under my skirt, and rubbing slightly against my garter and the top of my stockings. “Wait a minute!”

“What!?!”

He stopped moving and just backed up a bit, with an incredulous look on his face. Like a little distance would help him see me better. “You have no panties on!”
“Uh, yeah. Is that ok?”

“You mean to tell me you were at the restaurant this whole time surrounded by strange people with a short skirt and nothing on underneath except a garter and stockings?”

“Well, damn it, they weren’t ALL strangers. I knew Sue and Dave.” Though that sounded like a really dumb thing to say.

“But your pussy is naked and just….there…..for any man to see and touch.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stranger, but I am well aware of that. For your information, I didn’t want to keep this date, and had the distinct feeling illegal bahis siteleri Sue was setting me up. So, since I let myself be talked into this….Blind Date, I determined that I would go ahead and Risk being found out and it would serve her right. Plus whoever had a mind to Get that far with me, to discover it!”

I was pretty upset, but he just sat there looking at me with a look on his face, like he was watching the most amusing bit of entertainment he’d seen in some time.

“Well?!?” I said, emphatically, thinking at any time, he’s going to want to jump up and bolt for the door. He, by the way, was still fully dressed.

“Well, what?” He still was smiling at me but with a mischievous grin on his face. I’m not sure I like what I saw there. “You enjoy being the bad girl, don’t you?”

“Me? I’m not the bad girl! I don’t cuss, much. I don’t see men hardly at all, and I don’t date strange men I’ve never met before.”

“On the contrary, I’ve heard you cuss plenty tonight. You saw plenty of strange men in a restaurant knowing you were practically nude underneath. You asked me, a Complete Stranger, up to your apartment, and then allowed me to undress you after a brief interval of half a cup of coffee. I think you enjoy very much being the bad girl. And now I understand why you have that nervous, poor little girl me act about you. You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to sound indignant, but he was kissing me again. “Just this, I think you know you’re being bad enough to be punished. But now you’re going to protest and tell me that’s not what you’re asking for. All this time, though, I know you are.”

“You’re not going to beat me and rape me, are you?” I must’ve looked worried, but he chuckled and said, “No, Karen, I’ve never taken a woman against her will. And I promise you here and now I will never beat you. I do, however, know you’ve been practically begging me for a spanking ever since, well, apparently before we even met.”

At this speech, before I even had time to protest or argue or complain, he had pulled me across his lap, and held my back with his left arm, while his right hand was lifting my skirt, and I felt the cool air against my naked ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr….Mr. Ted?”

He was just sitting there stroking my ass lightly with his fingertips. “Didn’t your parents ever give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”

“No. No one’s ever done that…” and my voice just kind of trailed off into nothing.

“But you’ve always wanted them to, am I correct?”

“Don’t be silly. Why would I ever want…. that?” But before I could get that sentence out, Whack! His hand hit my ass. “Ow! That hurts.”

“Good. It was meant to.” Whack! He hit me again, and again. Ten hard sharp smacks on my ass, and, though I never would’ve admitted it to him, I did, in some perverse way I still don’t understand; like it.

I thought he was going to let me up, but he just held me there across his lap, running his hand over my hot swollen ass. Ok, maybe it wasn’t swollen, but it sure felt large and hot. Then before I knew what was happening, his fingers were exploring my pussy and to my dismay, she was really creamy. So much so, I was beginning to hope I was staining his nice trousers. Would serve him right!

He helped me up, and then stood, picked me up, and carried me to canlı bahis siteleri my bedroom. Somehow, my skirt just fell away, and when he set me gently down on the bed, I wore only my garter and stockings. He stood next to the bed quickly undressing, while I pulled my grandmother’s quilt off the bed. I’m sure she may have gotten cum stains on it in her time, but it just didn’t seem right to get our cum stains on it.

He sat up against the pillows and though I really meant to look at his face, all I could look at was his very large Cock. “Oh, My! Can I touch it?” He was smiling at me, but didn’t say anything. And knowing I didn’t really need permission, I just gingerly kind of….touched it. Lightly with my fingertips. Here and there, and running them around and under and encircling it with my fingers. He was moaning softly, but making no move to stop me, so I just got comfortably closer, and continued playing as if it were a new toy.

Soon, I was lying on my stomach, and bringing that large luscious cock to my lips. OH, he tasted good. I ran my tongue around and around. Holding him in various ways with my fingers and licking the seam up and down the center. Then ran my tongue around under the little ridge. A nice large head! How lovely! Oh, this was the most fun I’ve had in some time.

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice brought me back to the present.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Are you?”

“Very much so.”

Soon, I just pulled him into my mouth and made a game out of seeing how far in I could suck him. He hit the back of my throat, but I made room, and realized I could take him in much deeper than I’d thought. Oh, the suction part was kinda fun. I used to suck my thumb when I was little and it was pretty much just like that, only much larger of course. But comforting, and soothing to be sucking and humming….. The cock itself was the center of my world and for a time, I was able to almost forget there was a man attached to it! I hummed, and pulled him in tighter, latching him to the roof of my mouth, and sucking on it like I’d never let it go. It was getting fatter, and almost growing even more, as if that were even possible. Then the cum was oozing and shooting into my mouth. Oh, he had a good taste. I swallowed, and licked some from the corner of my mouth and swallowed again.

I raised up reluctantly and wondered what I should do next, but he pulled me up closer to his chest, rolled me over, and without so much as a preliminary tease, his cock found my pussy and shoved himself into her with a firm hard stroke. OH!!!! I haven’t been fucked in some time. But this was great!!! He wasn’t exactly mean or brutal, but it was definitely firm and insistent! He held me by the shoulders, kissed my sticky mouth and just fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and it just occurred to me, like maybe he hadn’t had sex in some time either.

We came at the same time, which I’d always heard about but it never really happened to me. Then I was lying like a rag doll in his arms, and laid my head against his chest.

“That was incredible.”

“Yes, it was.” What a stupid thing to say. Am I ever going to quit saying dumb things? Maybe after I get to know him a little better? I’m also going to have to quit talking to myself.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No, do you?” “No, but I was inviting myself to stay.” I wanted to say I’m not the only one to say dumb things, but I don’t know him that well yet to say that.

“You are the most amazing cock sucker I’ve ever met.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you. And you taste marvelous.” He just held me, and soon we were both snoozing away…

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Chapter 6: … Easy Go

*****

There’s nothing worse than rolling over onto a full bladder before you’re ready to wake up. I groaned in sleepy protest, curled into the foetal position, told myself to just ignore it. It’d go away.

No such luck.

I eased gently from bed, as to not disturb Grady, and padded naked to the bathroom. As I relieved the pressure on my bladder, I thought back to the events of the previous evening. Getting stoned. Nothing new. Blowing Grady. Again, nothing new.

Blowing Grady in front of company. Licking said company’s cum from his thighs. Getting fucked right in front of his face.

All new.

Washing my hands, I studied my face in the mirror. Eyes crunchy and puffy from sleep. Skin a little blotchy. But still me. I hadn’t changed. I could sense something had, though. I had felt both empowered and enslaved last night. I gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath upon feeling my core quiver in memory.

Of Owen, his helpless response to Grady’s and my wanton display of lust. To his release in response to Grady’s own orgasm. At the unexpected sense of power I felt upon kissing Owen with a mouthful of Grady’s come.

I closed my eyes, reliving it all again, turning that quiver into a tremble.

I tip-toed back to bed, slipping in behind Grady. My nipples, hard from the cool morning, pressed into his back. I hooked a leg over his hip, wrapping the other around his chest.

“Hmmm…” he mumbled sleepily, bringing his hand up to intertwine our fingers. I rubbed my foot down his calf, brushed my lips along his shoulder. The contact made them tingle.

“You’re cold,” he murmured, tucking my hand under his armpit.

“So warm me up,” I whispered, easing my hand out from under him, trailing my fingertips over his stomach. I felt his belly quiver under my touch, smiled against his warm skin. His sharp intake of breath as I wrapped my hand around his morning erection made my sleepy smile spread.

He rubbed his ass back against my thighs as I lazily stroked his smooth, soft skin from root to tip. I circled my thumb around the sensitive glans before gently strumming his frenulum. His breath quickened and he lazily rocked into my hand.

I reached down to stroke his balls, enjoying the sensation of them tightening under my intrepid fingertips. I rubbed my wrist against the base of his cock as I cupped his balls, my middle finger extending forward to press against his taint.

Grady gasped, turned his face into the pillow and sighed heavily. I lifted my knee, angling my mons against his buttocks, rocking gently against his flesh, matching my gentle thrusts with the pressure of my finger.

“Fuck, Nika,” Grady breathed, his rocking hips growing more insistent. I moved my hand up over his stomach, pinched his nipple, and brought my middle finger to his lips. Grady greedily sucked my digit in his mouth, his fluffy morning tongue rolling around, coating me.

Propping myself up on an elbow, I lowered my face to his ear, tormenting with lips, teeth and tongue. He groaned as I moved my hand back to his cock, thicker and harder than before, then palming his balls and rubbing my wet finger again over his taint, sliding closer to his anus.

Grady brought a hand down and started to stroke his shaft while I manipulated his balls and massaged his sphincter. I continued to rub my public bone against his bum, spreading the warmth from my pussy to my belly.

“I want you,” I whispered huskily into his ear, sucking the lobe between my lips, giving him a hint of teeth. Grady rolled to his back, cock in hand, face creased in a grin, dark eyes heavy. I climbed atop him and he guided his cock to my slick opening. He rubbed just the tip of his dick through my moist folds, sucking in a breath as he felt my heat.

“Fuck, you’re hot, Nika baby,” he said, voice gravely from sleep.

“Uh huh,” I responded, holding him at my gaping hole and rolled my hips, taking him into me. I sat there, not moving, relishing in the sensation of his fullness. I practiced my pelvic floor exercises, holding and releasing my tight muscles, feeling the ache spread up my back, prickling the skin of my scalp.

I rubbed my hands over his shoulders, the hollow of his throat, traced a fingertip along his lips, over his nose and brows.

“You’re devilishly handsome, you know,” I said, leaning down to kiss him, combing a hand through his midnight messy curls. My tongue traced the shape of his mouth, tickling his top lip, then along his teeth. His hands dug into my hips, fingertips pressing into my flesh, as he tried to entice me to move. Grady thrust his hips, my cry of pleasure lost in his mouth.

I broke our kiss, resting my forehead against his, güvenilir bahis rocked gently.

“Tease,” he breathed, hands moving down to cup my ass.

“Takes one to know one.” Playfully, I turned my attention to the warm caramel skin between his earlobe and shoulder. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses there, giving him a hint of teeth. He let out a strangled sound, holding me down as he again bucked his hips.

I rested my face in the curve of his shoulder, gave him some pity, and rocked my pelvis back and forth, humping him gently. His cock moved inside me smoothly, easily, dozens of tiny pleasure points exploding, spreading from my core.

My thighs gripped his hips and I sat up tall, hands resting on his shoulders. I bit my lip as this fresh angle invited Grady to massage my g-spot. I continued to ride and rock slowly to extend the pleasure I was feeling in this sweet spot.

Grady gripped my hips, holding me still, as he sat up, a slight bend in his knees. His rough, calloused hands moved over my ribcage, the sensation making me suck in a breath, before he cupped my heavy breasts. He brought his face in close, wrapping his lips around my right nipple. His tongue circled the sensitive nub, gently tugging with his teeth.

The tempo of my gentle rocking gradually increased in response to the tightness I felt in my chest, nipples taut from Grady’s touch, bordering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Approaching delirium, I pressed my lips to his hair, hands fisted in thick, dark curls at the back of his neck, hips pistoning against his as I worked to spread the warmth pulsing from my pussy.

I pulled Grady’s head away from my chest and covered his mouth with mine, lips fused together, my tongue spearing in to tantalise his. Grady groaned into my mouth, his thigh muscles flexed under my bum. His fingers dug into the flesh around my hips, pulling me hard onto him once, twice.

“Yes, yes. Keep doing that baby,” I panted as I felt my orgasm approaching.

Grady slammed me down onto cock a third time, then stopped all movement. I groaned in frustration, resting my forehead on the crown of his head.

His lips rooted around my collarbone, down over the swell of my breasts, his teeth scraping along the sensitive side flesh. His soft lips move around to rub over my areola and nipple, his tongue extending to circle around my pink flesh.

“I want to feel Nika come on my cock just from this,” he whispered, the sound causing my skin to pebble in response. He sucked my right nipple into his mouth again, laved his flattened tongue against it, strumming over it. I raked my nails over his scalp, down his neck and up again, fisting there in his curls.

“Nika has awoken as a crazed slut this morning, Gray baby,” I said hoarsely, working my moist muscles around Grady’s cock, clenching and releasing. I fisted my hands in his hair to the same beat as my cunt, wanting him to tingle from head to toe.

“Mhmm,” he agreed, moving his face, his lips finding my pierced nipple, teeth gently tugging at my sensitive flesh. His sucking shot from nipple to cunt, and I clamped around him in response. He raised a hand to gently tug and twist the right, slick and slippery from his attention.

He increased the pressure of mouth and fingers, and I bucked forward in his lap, a restless need for movement rising within. I could tell this was having an effect on him; his thighs clenched hard beneath me, before releasing on a tremble, all in sequence with Nika’s firm, wet grip.

I rolled my hips, needing friction, nails digging in to the back of his neck, holding him close.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Hmmm,” he considered, the sound vibrating against the silver stud, the sensation sliding along my left side. Moaning loudly, I writhed in his lap, demanding more. He sucked my studded flesh hard, giving me a hint of teeth, teetering me on the edge of pain.

I dug my nails into his neck, tempted to pull his head back, but my body. My treacherous body was lost in this sensation. My pussy was slick and hot around his cock. And I could feel the heat rising. Surely he could, too?

“Grady. Please.”

He pulled back, my bereft nipple immediately missing being inside him. I looked down, both nipples elongated and wet. Pulsing. He tickled the tip of his tongue around each nipple, lifting those dark soulful eyes to my face.

“But I want to feel you to come like this,” he said again, playfully. And I was lost. He rolled my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, mouth engulfing the left again. I shifted to wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles at the small of his back, hands fisted by his ears.

“Come for me, Nika baby,” he whispered around my skin. “Come all over türkçe bahis my cock. Give it to me.”

And it was like Grady called to a deep, dark part of my psyche that only he knew. My pussy tightened around him, long waves of heat moving from nipple to cunt and back again. My thighs trembled with the effort to control my pleasure, my stomach jumping, each contraction pulling Grady into me.

“Please,” I whispered on a strangled moan, begging, pleading. I could hear the wet squelching of my contracting cunt, felt Grady’s ragged breath against my chest, and knew he was close, too.

I cried out, the pleasure in my breasts almost agonising, the pain burning hot and low inside me, my body tightening and clenching. My head rolled back on a low, guttural moan and I viced my legs around him, felt myself finally letting go, flooding my release into his lap. Pleasure consumed me, my entire body trembling, as Grady continued to suck and tug my nipples, my brain unable to focus on a single pleasure point.

Grady’s arms tightened around me, hands cupping my ass. He began to push and pull me onto his cock, extending my pleasure. I cried out again, this time in triumph.

“Yes. That’s it. Fucking take it. Use me to make yourself come.”

Grady buried is face between my breasts, my nails digging moon shaped crescents into his shoulders as I bucked hard, riding him through the storm he created. I felt myself approach another orgasm, remnants of my first still sparkling through my body. I pulled Grady’s head back and cover his mouth with mine, my cries of pleasure muffled against his lips. The sloppy, wet kiss reflected the sounds of sloppy wet sex that filled the room. Nika’s scent permeated the air.

I felt his body tense and stiffen under me. He slammed my hips down again and he let out a strangled groan. I buried my face in his neck as pleasure flew through my body, as I felt an intense heat invade my womb. His low groan danced into a moan of satisfaction as he emptied himself inside me.

I wrapped my arms around Grady’s neck and shoulders, rocking gently back and forth, easing us both down from delirium. He rubbed his hands up and down my sweaty back before cupping my ass in his big hands, holding me close as we continued to rub our sex together.

I rested my forehead against Grady’s, our ragged gasps mingling.

“Wow,” I said as I finally caught my breath.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his hands along my aching thighs. I unhooked my legs and Grady fell to his back, holding me to his still thundering chest.

I traced a fingertip over his features; the width of his forehead, the shape of his brow, the curvature of his nose and his soft, warm lips. They tipped up under my touch as I continued a lazy exploration of a face I knew so well. Loved so much.

“I love you, you know,” I said softly.

“I know,” he smiled, eyes closed.

I rubbed my lips against his shoulder, finding my courage.

“Last night, weirdly, made me love you even more.”

He popped open one eye, grinned. “You were so fucking sexy, Annika.”

Returning his grin, I curved in to his side, shifted my mapping focus to his chest. Watching my fingertips glide across his skin was easier to focus on.

“I felt sexy, and… helpless, and -“

Grady pushed up to an elbow at that. “What?” His face went to panic. “Annika, no. I didn’t want you to feel like that. I would never treat you like that, I -“

“Shhh.” I placed a fingertip to his lips, cuddled back into him. “Let me finish. I felt helpless, and it was exciting. Sexy. And under that sense of helplessness was…” I sucked in a breath. “Power. Liberation. Do you get what I mean?”

Grady rubbed a hand up and down my arm, pulling me close. I felt him nod against my shoulder. “I understand perfectly.”

I circled his nipple with my fingertip, gently scratching my nail over the hardened tip. Grady’s face was relaxed, a small smile softening his features. I swallowed hard, finding my courage.

“I’d like to do… that, something like that… again,” I whispered, lowering my gaze.

Grady’s arm froze on my shoulder and I held my breath. When he recommenced the gentle stroke along my skin, I sighed, felt my heart rattle against my chest.

“With Owen?” he asked, fingertips spreading out over my back ribs. My skin tingled at the contact.

“Not necessarily,” I whispered quietly.

“With Lucille?”

I pushed up to sit against the headboard, brought my knees to my chest.

“From what we’ve observed, I don’t think Lucille plays for both teams.”

Grady sat up too, our arms touching. “Yeah, that’s my way of thinking, too. But another woman?”

I turned my head, looked him square in the eye. “I’ve fantasies güvenilir bahis siteleri about us with another woman. One who submits to us. I’ve fantasies about being with Lucille. You know that. Of being with Lucille and her friends. With you and your friends.”

“Didn’t know about the last two,” Grady murmured, bumping his elbow into my ribs in a friendly manner.

I gave him a small smile. “Are you mad?”

He cupped the back of my neck, fingertips pressing into my skin, and brought my face close to his. He kissed me softly, lovingly, his tongue gently coaxing my lips apart.

“Not mad. Excited. You’re really wanting to explore your limits.”

I nodded, face flushed.

“But only with you.”

“And Lucille.”

I bit my lip. “But you’ll be privy to everything that happens there. You know that.”

He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Total transparency?”

“Of course. Trust is more important than monogamy.”

“I agree. But we still need some… boundaries?”

“Of course, baby. I don’t want to lose what I have with you,” I said softly. I could all but feel my heart lurch from my chest. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself under the blankets, but knew this was an important conversation to have.

He pulled us back down onto the bed, so we were on our sides facing each other, sharing a single pillow. I felt so vulnerable talking like this. But safe, too. And loved.

“I’m comfortable with you seeing women without me. If you meet someone who wants to play with both of us, great. But I’m okay with not being a direct part of it.”

I smiled.

“What is it you want with other men?” he asked, his arm stroking up and down my spine.

I swallowed, hard, lifted my eyes to his. We stared at each other in silence, and I realised he was feeling as vulnerable as me. I stroked a hand over his cheek.

“Kind of like what we did last night. I’d want you there, every time. For you to… control it, me, the situation, whatever. I could tell you were turned on seeing Owen want me, and his response to us.”

Grady took my hand, pressed the palm to his lips. “Only I get to come inside you.”

“Agreed.”

“And only I get to fuck your ass.”

I nodded. “Save some things to be special just for us.”

“That, and the fact that I took your anal virginity. I’m a little possessive there.”

I snuggled close. “I like that you’re possessive.”

He kissed the top of my head, breathed in the scent of my hair.

“But you can swallow them, if you want. I’ll leave that up to you. Other guys can come on you. Over your pussy, belly, tits. Especially if Owen’s there.” Grady smiled, wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. And Nika fisted hard in my belly, an image of Owen licking me clean forming in my head. A slow smile spread across my face.

“Fuck. Now that’s all I can think about.”

We smiled at each other, a sexy secret shared between us. I didn’t want to break the spell, but I had to ask.

“What about you with other women?”

Grady closed his eyes, took in a deep breath.

“I wouldn’t want you to come inside them. Or fuck their ass. I can be possessive, too.” Grady’s eyes flew open, molten chocolate. I smiled shyly and traced a finger along the bridge of his nose.

“I’d also like to watch,” I continued, drawing the shape of his mouth, recommitting it to memory. “Tell her what to do, what not to do. And then when she’s done, show her exactly what you can do to a woman with whom you have no limits.”

Grady pulled me close and I tasted desperation in his kiss. My hand moved over his jaw and up into his hair, fisting there as I matched him, need for need.

He rolled over, entered me with one smooth, slow thrust. We held each other close, my legs wrapped around his waist, drove each other mad with our sensuous, gentle love-making. I gripped him tight as I crested, one long wave of pleasure washing over me. Grady’s ragged breath in my ear signalled his pleasure in feeling me come, and he moaned my name as he let go, filled me with his love.

He rested with his head cushioned by my breasts, my fingertips idly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. I felt we had reached a new level in our relationship, one we were both happy with, excited about. I smiled, kissed the top of his head.

“You’re heading to Sydney tonight, aren’t you?” I murmured, nails scratching down to his shoulder.

I felt Grady nod against my chest before he turned his face to kiss the side of my breast.

“Until Wednesday,” he said. He lifted his head, resting his stubbled chin between the valley of my breasts. “You should go see Lucille while I’m away.”

I blushed, bit my lip to supress the smile. “You think?”

“Yeah, I think,” he said, pushing up to give me a chaste kiss on the lips before rolling out of bed to shower.

I giggled, covering my face with a pillow, anticipating red wine and Jacuzzi bubbles at the end of a workday very, very soon.

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Laying in bed reading a book, yawning, tired from a long day. I put my book down and snuggle under the covers, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes, groggy from sleeping, feeling your fingers caress my cheek ever so softly. Whispering to me, “I am home.” A smile lights up my face, as I become more aware. My hand covering your hand that is now resting on my cheek.

“Hi honey!”

“I’ll let you go back to sleep,” you say petting y hair gently.

“No, no it’s ok, I’m awake.” I say yawning.

“Your tired go back to sleep, my love,” You respond, looking at my still glistening eyes.

“Lay with me then until I fall back asleep; please?” I ask.

Scooting over so you can lay down next to me. I wrap my arm around your waist, your hand again stroking my cheek softly. Placing a kiss on my forehead. I lift my face, my lips meeting yours; kissing you, happiness filling me with warmth from my lips to my toes.

“I missed you.” I say holding you tighter, my breasts flush with your chest, hugging you. Kissing you deeper, more passionately. My body and mind fully awake, my senses perked, feeling the ever present tingling your kisses send through me. “I am never going to be able to fall back asleep now.” I say giggling.

Your fingers moving down the length of my torso, and back up to my shoulders. Chills running through me, my hand sliding under your shirt, feeling the warmth canlı bahis şirketaleri of your back. Your hand reaching up running my soft hair between your fingers as you stroke the back of my neck. My lips murmuring soft sounds of lust and ignited passion as they kiss yours slow and steady.

Rubbing the back of your neck, my hand still under your shirt. Your hand moving to my exposed breast, taking it in your grasp and gently squeezing it, rubbing your thumb over my nipple. I gather up your shirt, and pull it over your head.

Your arms wrapped around me holding me tight to your now exposed chest, kissing my neck. Rubbing my cheek against your face, as you nibble softy as the most sensitive part of my neck. The spot you always instinctively knew.

Feeling your cock pressing against my panties, now a bit hard, I unbutton your jeans and slide my hand inside grabbing your ass. Pinching it softly. Your lips now moving to my hardened nipples, licking at them, sucking them softly. Soft moans leave my lips, as I grip your ass tighter, digging my nails into it gently.

You stand up and remove your pants and underpants, quickly laying back down. Pulling me on top of you. I place a thigh on either side of you, rubbing my moist pussy against your very firm cock. Letting it part my soft wet lips before letting it very slowly slide inside me. Closing my eyes leaning back on top of you as your cock enters me.

My canlı kaçak iddaa hands resting flat against your chest, moving my hips slowly back and forth. Feeling the fire of my burning desire and passion for you lick the inside of my skin, causing me to become flush. Moving my body up and down slowly on you. Pressing you very deeply inside as I come down on you, spinning my hips slow, just letting the feeling of you inside me set in once again.

Looking at your face smiling back at mine, feeling your hands grip my thighs. Thrusting a little bit faster on you, excited by your smile. Delighted by the feeling of you inside of me. Feeling your balls pressing against my ass as I grind my pussy against your cock.

Your hands now gripping my hips, pushing me down on you harder. Feeling the tip of your cock pressing deep inside me, as my body moves against yours. I move up and down the length of your cock, letting you slide in and out of me slow and steady, squeezing my pussy tightly as your cock slides with ease in and out of me.

Looking at you, watching the expressions on your face as you lay there with your eyes closed. I move up and tilt my hips forward at the same time. I move down and tilt my hips backward, leaning forward as I do. Repeating this same motions at different paces, watching you. I see the delight on your face when I find the perfect pace.

Feeling your hips thrust upward as I thrust canlı kaçak bahis down on you. Feeling your cock pulses inside of me with every stroke. Rubbing my clit with my fingers my other palm resting flat on the center of your chest still. Moaning more and more, loudly.

Dizzy in ecstasy, feeling you cock engorge deep inside of me. My pussy swelling around it, my body moving faster and harder as my fingers circle my tiny clit fast. Our thrusts working against each others, my hips moving back and forth with each stroke my pussy makes on your cock. The grip on my hips tighter and tighter, the closer you become.

Feeling like I am riding a wave through the forbidden sea, I move steady bracing myself for the ensuing break of my tide against you. Moaning hard, my world spinning as my waters rush with the force of a tidal wave against you. Looking at you hardly able to focus on your features, as your hands push and pull my hips back and forth on your throbbing cock.

Feeling you explode deep inside of me, using my last bits of strength to keep moving a little bit faster, holding my pussy tight, pulling out the last drops of you. I collapse next to you, dizzy and shaking. Laying my head on your chest feeling your heart racing, Just holding you until our breathing slows down a bit. I kiss you, resting on my elbow.

I look at you able to see your face clearly again. “I don’t think either one of us will have any trouble going back to sleep now.” I say giggling softly.

“Or maybe this was all a dream to begin with, my love.” You respond quickly.

“Well if it is I wish to never leave it.” Kissing you once last time before laying my head down on your chest again.

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This story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. If you liked the story, please take a minute and rate it and/or leave a comment. If you didn’t, please be gentle-it’s my first time.

And many thanks to oldnakeddad for editing.

*****

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

The question hung in the air like frost on a January morning. Where the hell did an inquiry like that come from?

They’d just finished a spectacular love-making session and were settling in to post-coital bliss. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, with his arm tightly around her. She was on her side, head snuggled against his shoulder, and her legs entwined around his right leg.

They were conversing with silence as he slowly brushed strands of her long, blonde hair off of her face and tucked them behind her ear. All was well…until he blindsided her with that question!

It actually took a few seconds for the words to register. She felt her mind racing through the possible pathways her answer could lead to. What should she say? She could think of only one good response to a question like that.

“What?”

He repeated himself, but slower and with distinction, so she couldn’t miss what he was asking.

“Have you ever…been with…a woman?”

Her heart began to beat a little faster. What in the world would possess him to ask a question like that? It felt like her marriage was flashing before her eyes.

***

Mark and Steph exchanged vows a little over a year ago. They had a beautiful wedding followed by an outdoor reception in the local botanical gardens. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

They’d met less than a year before the wedding—Steph was stranded outside of Chili’s with a dead battery, and Mark gallantly abandoned his work friends to give her a jump start. They ended up talking for an hour in the parking lot before going back into Chili’s for some dessert and coffee. They talked until the place closed and the manager had to ask them to leave. They hadn’t spent a day apart since.

Steph was an administrative assistant for an executive at a real estate firm. Her boss was demanding, but she was also appreciative of Steph’s ability to always deliver what she needed.

Mark was a loan officer at a large bank. He’d risen quickly through the ranks and seemed to be headed for vice-president within several years. He had a knack for sensing which loans to make and which ones to pass on.

Everything had been going swimmingly for the couple. They’d settled into Mark’s house after tying the knot and had even broached the topic of having a child. They rarely fought (maybe once a month?) because Steph had insisted they always practice open and honest communication, which brought her back to her current dilemma—the question.

***

How should she answer? What should she tell him? Perhaps she could dodge without actually lying?

“Why would you ask a question like that?”

Mark repeated for the second time.

“I’m just curious. Have you ever been with a woman?”

‘Dammit, he’s just not letting this go! Time for a counter-attack.’

Steph retorted.

“Well, have you ever been with a man?”

“Uh, no. Never been with a man. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.”

Steph should’ve known that wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Mark was as hetero as they come. Even the few occasions they watched porn together, Mark had “not-so-subtly” avoided anything with more than one guy in the scene.

It was time to end the topic right there and then. Way too much was at risk, otherwise.

“Yeah, me neither. Nothing wrong with it, but it’s not for me.”

Whew! That was a close one. Steph closed her eyes and snuggled closer against Mark’s chest as if ready to drift off. Unfortunately, the exchange wasn’t over yet.

“You’re lying.”

Steph raised up off of his chest, glared at him, and snapped.

“What!”

Mark returned her gaze, full force.

“You’re lying. I can tell when you’re lying, and you’re lying right now.”

As Steph closed her eyes, she felt her face reddening from illegal bahis panic. Her body began to tense. It took many seconds before she could speak.

Steph’s voice was noticeably shaky.

“How can you tell I’m lying?”

“Oh…my…god. You ‘are’ lying! I was just guessing before, but you just confirmed it! Wow! So that means you ‘have’ been with a woman!”

Steph was infuriated. Mark was playing a mind game with her, and on a topic he had no business even mentioning. She shouldn’t have fallen for his trick, but it didn’t matter. All of her anger was directed at him—he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have ever approached.

Mark was still oblivious to Steph’s reaction as he spoke with anticipation.

“So, tell me about it.”

“Fuck you, Mark!”

“What?” Mark exclaimed.

“I said, ‘Fuck you, Mark!'”

Steph struggled to disentangle herself from her husband, rolled over, and scooted as far away from him as she could.

For a guy who was usually pretty sensitive, Mark was rather slow to comprehend the situation.

“I’m sorry, Steph. I didn’t realize—”

Steph cut him off.

“Just shut up! Don’t speak to me! You’re such an asshole!”

She scrambled out of bed, grabbed her pillow, snatched the blanket off of the bed, stormed out of the bedroom, and shouted back at him as she stomped down the hall.

“Don’t even think of trying to come after me!”

******

When Steph awoke from a long night of tossing and turning on the couch, Mark had already left for work. He maintained radio silence, foregoing the playful texts he usually sent periodically throughout the day, and didn’t call her during the drive home either. It was the appropriate tactic, since anything he would’ve possibly said would’ve only pissed her off more. Steph needed time to cool off first.

At seven o’clock that evening, Steph returned from work to an empty house, but she began cooking dinner for both of them anyway. Midway through the meal preparation, she heard the doorbell ring. She approached the front door, but before she had a chance to reach for the knob, the door opened slightly, and an arm reached through, holding a bouquet of flowers.

She grabbed the flowers then, as the arm disappeared behind the door, she quickly shoved the door shut and locked it. She almost snickered to herself as she heard faint cursing from the front porch while Mark fumbled for his keys.

Mark tried his best attempt to restart their marital interaction.

“Hi, honey! I’m home!”

Steph still had a volcano of anger erupting inside of her when she coldly replied.

“Dinner will be ready at eight! You’re lucky I made enough for two!”

She’d served up her response with a side-dish of evil eye to let Mark know the conversation was over before it started. He wisely retreated to the study until eight o’clock.

Steph turned on CNN and set the table in such a way as to give both of them a view of the television, and to let him know she wasn’t ready to speak to him. Mark arrived precisely at eight, took the hint, and didn’t say a word until the food was consumed and he’d helped clean the kitchen. Even then, he only managed a quiet thank you to Steph for cooking before he returned to the study.

Steph got ready for bed early so she could be asleep before Mark left the study, but her mind was racing, and that kept her from nodding off. She was filled with a plethora of emotions, including frustration and rage but also loneliness and desire. She had no idea how to express any of them to Mark.

As she laid under the covers, pretending to sleep, Steph heard Mark brushing his teeth. She continued to feign unconsciousness as he slipped under the covers next to her and settled in for the night. She was able to tell from his breathing that he wasn’t asleep, so she remained poised to snap profanities at him should he initiate any type of dialogue.

Mark, however, tried nothing of the sort. Instead, after several minutes of silence, he rolled onto his side, slid his hand under her T-shirt, and began to ever so slowly caress her abdomen. Steph winced at his touch but didn’t pull away.

His illegal bahis siteleri next move was to slip his right arm underneath her pillow to form a full embrace. He began to nibble at her ear, but she shrugged her shoulders to ward him off. She was still extremely pissed at him.

Deep down, Steph knew her anger wasn’t his fault, it was really due to the fact that she had a skeleton in her closet that she refused to deal with. But he’d opened the closet door, so her frustration was directed at him.

He capitulated on kissing her ear and, instead, slowly adjusted his caressing north toward her large breasts.

Steph thought to herself, ‘He should be grateful he’s married to a wife with such large tits. He’s damn lucky to have me, and he should know better than to ask questions I don’t want to answer!’ Unfortunately, her train of thought distracted her from repelling his advances, and he had his hand on her nipple, which was already hard. She sensed his surprise at her arousal, which was quickly followed by his erection bumping against her backside.

The next thing she knew, Mark had extended his right hand from underneath the pillow and slipped it down the neck hole of her T-shirt. He then began to simultaneously fondle both of her nipples, one from the top and one from the bottom. She gritted her teeth, but Mark continued, undeterred. There’s a fine line between rage and passion, and Steph felt herself oscillating back and forth across that line.

Mark’s lips were again at her ear, but this time his tongue lightly traced the outside of her lobe. She was breathing heavily, her heart was racing, and she was either unable or unwilling to fend off his advances. He continued the affront by stealthily shifting his left hand down into her panties.

She clamped her thighs together, not yet ready to surrender to him, but a moment too late—he already had a finger on her labia. As he slowly and gently massaged her lips, she felt her pussy moisten in response. Her desire burned hotter and hotter inside of her as it was fueled both from horniness and anger.

She resolved to push his hand away, only to realize that after he’d moved his left hand to finger her pussy, she’d subconsciously filled the task of pinching her left nipple with her own hand.

She tried to fight her sexual craving and focus on her ire, but it was a losing battle. Her legs relaxed, and three more reinforcements joined the solitary finger that was massaging her mound. She felt her pussy begin to swell at his touch. How could she be so pissed at him and, yet, want him so desperately at the same time?

Mark unwrapped his right arm from under her pillow, sat up, and with a single motion, pulled her panties down to her ankles. After he slid her panties off of her feet, he replaced his hand, which was on her wet pussy, with his tongue. He licked broad strokes up each side while being careful to avoid her swollen clit, despite its longing to be touched.

Steph moaned in response as she was unable to contain her pleasure in spite of her best efforts. Her legs involuntarily spread even farther apart, giving better access to her engorged pussy. Mark took advantage of it by sliding his middle finger slowly into her wet depths.

She bucked her hips toward him in response to try to get as much penetration as possible. That was followed by squirming in an attempt to get his tongue to shift from her pussy to her clit, which was clamoring for attention. Mark foiled her attempts and continued teasing all around her clit with his tongue, denying her the orgasm she was craving so badly.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her rage/passion had reached a tipping point, and she had to do something. She pushed Mark off of her and sat up. They came face-to-face for a second before she pushed him onto his back, pinned his arms back, and straddled his hips.

Mark was much stronger than her and probably could’ve escaped without much effort, but he went along with her antics and allowed her to hold him down onto the bed. Steph felt in control as she bent over so their noses were only inches apart.

Steph panted as canlı bahis siteleri her whole being ached for more sexual stimulation.

“You know, I’m still pissed at you. I’m so mad I could—”

Mark completed her sentence.

“Fuck me?”

Steph couldn’t respond—her lustful cravings had gotten the best of her. She wriggled her hips to align her soaking-wet pussy directly over his rock-hard cock. She began to undulate her hips so her pussy lips would lubricate the underside of his penis, and then she rubbed her clit on his moistened frenulum.

Steph gasped.

“Oh, god!”

She usually liked to draw out this part so as to enjoy the sensations before she came, but her emotions were just too raw at that point—she desperately needed to climax. She reached down and guided Mark’s length into her dripping-wet hole. It slid in easily, and she moaned loudly as his tip bumped her G-spot.

She leaned back and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She watched as Mark’s eyes grew big at the sight of her perfectly shaped 36DDs. Even though he’d seen her tits a million times, he still got that “kid-in-a-candy-store” look in his eyes whenever she exposed them, and she loved that about him.

Her breathing was heavy, and her heart was racing. She leaned forward again and prepared to finish.

“Suck my nipples, dickhead!” Steph commanded/begged.

Mark complied without hesitation by cupping both breasts in his very masculine hands. He worked his mouth over one nipple as he pinched and twisted the other between his thumb and forefinger. Steph moaned in response.

“Harder!” She cried out.

He increased the intensity another notch. Her entire body was squirming with pleasure. She rocked her hips over him so his cock banged her G-spot while her clit rubbed against his pubic bone. She couldn’t hold out much longer.

“I’m…going…to…uh…fuck your cock…until…oh god…I’m going to…cum…I’m cumming!”

Her pussy began to pulsate as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over her. It continued for several minutes as she released all of her pent up frustration, anger, and horniness all in one, beautiful orgasm. Finally, she collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath and feeling connected with her husband once again.

After catching her breath, she looked into Mark’s eyes.

“I love you.”

That meant the fight was over, and there was no need to analyze whose fault it was.

“I love you, too…Uh, do you mind if I finish?”

Steph felt guilty and selfish as Mark’s throbbing penis—still buried deep inside of her pussy—reminded her that he hadn’t climaxed yet. She instantly knew how to remedy the situation.

“Sure. How about from behind?”

Mark’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

Steph dismounted his penis and laid flat on her stomach with her ass slightly raised off of the bed—Mark’s favorite position. Steph didn’t care for it as much as he did, but it was about Mark getting off this time. Mark sat up and easily slid his cock into her still soaking pussy from behind. Then Steph pinched her legs together while Mark straddled them. He leaned over and grabbed her perfect breasts with both hands then he began to thrust into her while fondling her tits. She knew he’d be done in less than a minute.

“Your pussy is so wet and so tight! Oh, fuck! It feels so awesome! I’m going to cum! Uh, uh, uh!”

Steph felt his jism squirt inside of her as he shot several loads deep into her pussy. Mark grunted and groaned in ecstasy, then shivered as the orgasm spread throughout his entire body. Finally, he slid out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her.

Mark finally managed to speak.

“Wow! That was spectacular!”

Then he added, with a smirk.

“I guess there’s no sex like angry sex, huh? We should fight like that more often.”

Steph gave him a sideways glance but didn’t respond. Her anger had dissipated during her orgasm, and she felt at one with Mark once again. Steph snuggled up against his shoulder—her favorite position—and they drifted off to sleep without another word.

*****

The next day, everything was back to normal—almost.

It was known as the “elephant in the room” and, as much as she tried to deny it, Steph knew it was there. She hoped the “elephant” would fade over time, but deep down, she knew it wouldn’t.

She’d eventually have to face the “elephant.”

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He watched as she came down the walk in her usual hurried pace, closing the cell phone just as she opened the door of my Lincoln Town car. She sat down in the spacious front seat with a nervous smile on her face. She looked tiny sitting there and also slightly mischievous, like she had a secret that only she knew.

“I just called your husband to tell him that we are going to be delayed 30 minutes to pick up a gift on the way home,” he said.

“How did he take that?” she asked.

He devilishly smiled before saying, “No problem, since there was no time to change plans.”

“Then what store are we going to?” she asked.

“That’s the best part,” he replied. “I picked up the gift at lunch. I just stole us 30 minutes…”

He tuned the satellite radio to the Playboy channel a segment was beginning titled “Sexy Stories.”

She laughed and said, “How appropriate.”

He had been thinking about this moment since he had first talked to her this morning. That was when he discovered she would need a ride home. His entire day had been planning how to get the most out of these few minutes that they were going to have alone together.

They had known each other outside of the office for several years and it had been apparent for sometime that an electric connection existed between them, but until last summer they had never acted on it. Their real relationship had begun one night when he was following her upstairs at his house. She simply had an exceptional ass and he was entranced, watching it move under her tight jeans. His hand seemed to have a life of it’s own as he reached out and caressed her ass. She paused in mid-step and then surprisingly continued to pause so he could caress it even more. Since that time they had stolen moments of touching each other whenever they were together. This flirting and touching had been going on for sometime now and both of them were curious to move to the next level. Today was their opportunity.

He commented again to her how nice she looked today. Her sharply cut business suit with a short skirt looked great on her. He had also noticed earlier that she was wearing stockings. But he was betting they weren’t thigh highs. The fact was that he just simply loved stockings on women’s legs. There was just something about thigh high stockings, with sculptured tops or the fancy design stockings that set his heart pounding.

He simply loved beautiful lingerie on women, especially thong style panties, garter belts, garter slips and Merry Widows. Hell, he loved it all. But, as much as he loved lingerie, what he loved most of all was to reach under a woman’s dress to discover that she had omitted her panties completely. Just the thought of that began to stiffen his slumbering cock.

He reached across the car to his pensive passenger. As he touched her exposed knee he said, “Let’s play a game. I bet I can guess if those are stockings or panty hose.”

“Really?” she said with surprise in her voice.

“But… Here is the condition,” he replied. “You will have to lift your skirt and confirm if I am right or wrong.”

Smiling very mischievously, she said, “Okay. Then tell me smarty.”

“These are panty hose.”

“Really?” she asked. “Then tell me what kind of panties I am wearing.”

He studied her face for a minute before replying that she was looking VERY mischievous. After analyzing her grinning face for several minutes, he said, “I’m betting you aren’t wearing panties.”

She just looked at him for a minute and then smiled from ear to ear as she lifted her ass from the seat to pull her skirt up. “Okay,” she said laughing. “Tell me how did you know that?” She raised her skirt to show him he was exactly on target.

The nude colored panty hose were accentuated by one narrow dark spot in the crotch—the landing strip of her pubic canlı bahis şirketaleri hair.

“With a skirt cut like that I’m betting that you really don’t want to show panty lines,” he said with a smile.

“You really are a smarty,” she replied laughing.

“I’ll bet you one more thing,” he challenged. “I bet that your pussy is extremely moist right about now.”

Laughing she replied, “You really are a very bad influence on me.”

“Why don’t we find out just how wet you are,” he challenged as they continued to drive in the general direction of her house. “Recline your seat so you can show me.”

She paused for only a moment and then reached for the seat switch and complied, leaving her skirt pulled up to her waist. He reached across with his right hand to feel her pussy while she adjusted the seat. He confirmed his third prediction as he cupped the very moist area between her legs with all of his fingers.

She sighed as his hand covered her sex and gasped as he firmly pulled up with his fingers holding her pussy massaging her entire pubic arch. He began sliding his middle finger up and down her moist slit on the outside of her now very wet panty hose. She sighed again as she laid her head back against the seat spreading her legs wider and then pushing hard up against his hand with her crotch.

“Damn. That feels good,” she commented as he alternated his touch between being very gentle and firmly rubbing her pussy. She raised her ass from the seat and pushed her panty hose below her knees allowing herself to spread her knees even wider for his touch.

He continued to stroke her pussy as he exited the highway and turned down a fire trail into a public hunting reserve. He turned the car around facing outward on the narrow road. They were now about two minutes from her house. He looked at his watch. “We have about 25 minutes.”

He leaned forward to kiss her lips and caress her breasts through her clothing. She rubbed his hardening cock through his pants. As he looked down he could see that she had her other hand in and on her vagina and was discreetly masturbating.

“Don’t hide that,” he said. “Show me where and how you like to be touched.”

He sat up abruptly and moved back to his seat. “Take your panty hose all the way off. I want to watch you masturbate.”

She hesitated for just a moment before complying with his request.

Totally removing the pantyhose allowed her to spread her legs much farther apart. Her pussy was visibly wet, her moisture glistening on her pussy lips.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

With his encouragement she hesitated for only a moment looking at him weighing his command. She put two of her fingers in her mouth wetting them and then closed her eyes, laid her head back in the seat and began to stroke her clitoris very softly with her middle and forefinger.

She circled her clit with her fingers—stroking, pinching and pulling—while occasionally dipping her forefinger and middle finger deep into her pussy, gathering lubrication for her clit. After a few minutes of finger fucking herself she removed a very wet finger coated with her honeydew and offered it to him. He took her hand and gently sucked her finger into his mouth, licking and sucking her finger like a small cock.

She lay back in her seat spreading her legs wider while continuing to masturbate with the other hand. Now she picked up speed rubbing her pussy much faster with three fingers of her hand. “Doing this for you makes me SO fucking hot!” she said.

He encouraged her to keep rubbing her pussy as he retrieved a blanket from the back seat folding and laying it across the console to make a cushion for her arm. He reached across pulling her slightly toward his side of the seat. She didn’t need much encouragement canlı kaçak iddaa as she reached for his zipper.

“Let me guess. No underwear?” she asked.

He just smiled at her as she pulled his zipper down to expose his very stiff cock…and no underwear.

He helped to unsnap his pants and free his cock from its confining prison. She closed in on his cock with her greedy mouth covering the head of his cock licking, sucking and jacking while carefully caressing his scrotum.

He gently stroked her head as he raised his hips arching his cock toward her mouth. He could see and feel the precum seeping and running down the sides of his cock. She quickly flicked her tongue on the head of his cock and moving to gently lap up the fluid. She kissed the underside of his dick and moved her head down to his balls sucking them gently into her mouth one at a time. The sucking feeling was so intense he was in ecstasy.

He laid his head back as she moved her mouth back to his dick, enjoying the intense feeling as she swirled her tongue around his cock, alternating between licking, sucking and jacking. She continued her efforts for several minutes until his cock began to twitch again as the clear precum fluid ran in streams down the sides of his cock. He whispered to her that he couldn’t take much more or he would be creaming in her mouth. She responded by licking and sucking his cock even faster and harder, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue was relentless.

Soon he could feel a massive orgasm welling in his balls. The feeling spread like a wave from his toes to his brain, centering on his cock and loins. His dick was now as stiff as a piece of stone. Suddenly, he was there! As he began to cum in her mouth he felt like lightning was going off behind his eyes. He gasped as she stopped moving her head up and down and just looked up at him opening her mouth wider and letting his cum spurt freely onto her tongue.

His dick jerked and throbbed as it pulsed between her talented lips depositing shot after shot of his load into her mouth and onto her tongue. He wanted to yell out loud but was afraid he would scare her. He chose to just lay back and let her have her way with him.

After a few minutes he was totally drained as he said, “THAT was incredible!”

The French were correct he thought. La Petite Morte’—the little death explained his orgasm perfectly.

As he roused from his orgasmic delight, he pushed her backwards into her reclined seat and reached over to extend her seat as far backward as it would go. He then climbed over the console kneeling in the spacious floorboard between her legs.

As he kissed her on the mouth he could taste his slightly salty semen on her lips. He unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to release her breasts to his searching tongue. Her large nipples were stiff as bullets as his tongue caressed first the right and then the left, kissing and cradling them in his hands while pinching and pulling outward on the thick stiffening nipples. He lowered his head and began licking, sucking and biting her nipples gently at first and then harder.

She whispered, “You can make me come just from doing that.”

He continued to suck her breasts as he reached down to fondle her extremely wet pussy. She had been moist before but now she was absolutely flooded. She moaned loudly as he began to gently finger fuck her with one and then two fingers. He reached higher inside of her using two fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while teasing her clit with his thumb.

She laid her head back spreading her legs to the maximum and said, “Don’t tease me. Lick me, now!” She reached for his head pushing it down towards her pussy. He smiled as he complied, lowering his head and beginning to lick her clit while gently pulling and pinching her canlı kaçak bahis pussy lips with his teeth and fingers. She moaned and pushed her pussy up to his lips and tongue as he teased, sucked and carressed her clit with his tongue and lips. She pulled her legs up against her chest with her arms.

He sat up forcing her legs higher yet and raised his hand to smack first one ass cheek then the other. He delivered hard sharp smacks to each ass cheek that left her groaning and telling him what she would like to do to his ass sometime.

He then leaned his head forward and began licking her pussy from the bottom to top with long strokes using the full width of his tongue. Her abdomen tightened and her knees pressed inward against his head as she grunted. He felt her juices flowing onto his tongue as she squeezed his head tightly between her legs.

Her cum was thick and copious. He flicked her clit in a lizard like fashion as he pushed his fingers higher and deeper into the upper front portion of her pussy, searching for her “G spot.” She gasped again as he located the domed sensitive area, and began to stroke her gently. Her pussy soon developed that “hollow, open feeling” as her G spot thickened and she began to convulse on his fingers.

She felt as if she was levitating off the seat as she said, “Oh fuck! DON’T STOP! That feels excellent!”

He continued to lick and suck her clit using both his lips and tongue while he stroked her G spot. He looked at her over the top of her mound and her face was very red as her abdomen continued to pulse and jerk while she pushed her pussy upward toward his tongue and fingers.

Her ass was off the car seat as she encouraged him again “DON’T STOP!”

He continued to masturbate her. He stroked, licked and sucked her pussy, which was now in full convulsions as it pulsed around his fingers and tongue. Suddenly she cried out loud as her pussy began to squirt in a solid stream. The juice released by her G spot orgasm was gushing right into his mouth and onto his face. He tasted the thin colorless fluid on his tongue. It was a weak pussy juice but there was a lot of it.

She cried out. “Please don’t stop. Keep licking!”

Her hips jerked as she rode the waves of the orgasm crashing over her body. She finally pushed his head away from her pussy, collapsing and trembling into the seat.

“What the hell have you done to me?” she asked breathlessly.

“You mean for you,” he corrected with a smile. She laid her head back on the seat as her pussy continued to quiver and jerk around his fingers for several minutes.

He pulled his soaking fingers from her pussy and lowered his head again as he began to gently lick her pussy lips and clit until he felt her stomach tighten again.

“I can’t take much more of this,” she said. “You are going to make me cum again!”

He told her to shut up as he continued to stroke and lick her pussy. Soon her abdomen tightened and she pulled his face deep into her pussy as she began squirting a thick white fluid onto his tongue that tasted as sweet as a fresh peach.

He cleaned the remaining juices from her pussy with his tongue, gently sucking and licking the major and minor folds as she stroked his head and quivered. He stopped licking and peeked over the top of her mound into her satiated face.

She pushed his head away and he laid it on her leg looking closely at her pussy, her juices still seeping out.

He said with a wry smile “You are definitely going to have to wipe that smile off your face before we get to your house,”. He looked at his watch. “Crap. We need to get you home.” He opened the passenger door and reluctantly crawled out from between her legs.

As he reentered the car on the drivers side she shakily put her soggy panty hose back on and refastened her bra. She then rearranged the blanket on the console and laid her head in his lap.

She smiled, licking her lips as she tugged his stiff cock from his pants.

“No need wasting driving time,” she said. I LOVE the way this girl thinks, he thought as they drove away.

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I like the night.

Out east of town, it is very easy to wander down some dirt roads late at night, until you find yourself surrounded by gently rolling hills and a sky like the deepest black velvet sprinkled with diamond dust. The only sounds are the rustle of the wind in the tall grasses and the yip of coyotes; sometimes the crunch of hooves over frosted ground.

Come find me standing on the crest of a hill, visible only by my silhouetted form blocking out the night sky, hair and cloak flying in the wind -maybe a glimpse of moonlight reflected in my eyes. Wordlessly, I leap down to you, twining my arms around your neck and kissing you deeply.

Abruptly ending the kiss, still not saying anything, I lead you up the hill, spreading my cloak out and indicating for you to sit down on it. I snuggle into you for warmth, and we lie back and watch the stars.

Soon, you notice my hand lightly stroking your leg, moving to the inside of your thigh, occasionally (intentionally) brushing the back of my hand over your crotch. After a few minutes of this, illegal bahis you grab my hand as it moves over your cock, which is starting to swell. You turn my hand around so it’s palm-down and hold it so I can feel your cock growing beneath it.

I lean over and gently kiss your lips, then trace them lightly with my tongue before gently nipping them. My hand, still in your grasp, squeezes the bulge in your jeans rhythmically.I nip, kiss, and lick along the line of your jaw and down your neck, coming to a rest where your neck meets your shoulder. Breaking my hand free, I run it up under your shirt to trace lines across your stomach, up and down your chest (ruffling and playing with your chest hair), flicking and lightly pinching your nipples. You pull me in close to you and start kissing me, softly at first and then becoming deeper and more intense.

You slide a hand up between my legs, feeling my heat as I grind against you. I whimper softly against your mouth; I want to feel you against me and in me. I sit up a bit, still leaning into you and kissing illegal bahis siteleri you, and slowly start to undress you. I want to see all of you in your glorious nakedness; I want to fill my vision with the sight of your naked body bathed in moon and starlight. I whisper, “I want to see you”, and you start assisting me in removing your clothes.

Once free, you then start slowly stripping me down, taking the time to fondle and caress my body until I am standing naked in front of you, hair blowing wildly in the night breezes. You bend down to kiss me again, running your hands over me as I likewise feel and fondle you. We lie down together on my cloak, no longer watching the night sky but deeply engrossed in each other, licking and sucking and touching as we learn each others’ bodies. I take your cock in my mouth, circling the head and sliding down the shaft until my nose is nestled against you; breathing in your clean male scent before working my way back to the tip. You have one hand wrapped in my hair and are exploring me with the other, tickling canlı bahis siteleri and pinching and plunging. You feel me moan against your cock, then you raise my head to your lips to kiss me.

I rearrange myself so that I am hovering over you, and slither my way up until I am poised to impale myself on you; easing you between my legs, slowly engulfing the length and girth of you until we are fitted together. I start to rock against you, lifting myself almost completely off until quickly sliding back down; you thrusting up to meet me while you fondle my tits, You slide your hands down to my hips; then, still joined most intimately, you flip me to my back so I can see you above we, stars twinkling around your head as you gaze upon me, locking eyes as you thrust slowly into me, before lowering your head so that our tongues meet, sucking at each other, laying lightly against each other, reveling in the feel of the cool air on our bodies as we generate our own heat, rocking and thrusting in rhythm until we cry out as one, you explode into me as I grind and cum against you. Panting, you rest your body lightly against mine as I clasp you fiercely with both arms and legs, before you roll off to cuddle beside me a while. We are back to watching stars before we silently dress and part.

I’ll miss you.

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I have always been one of those people that want to learn completely about anything that crosses my mind at that moment. If it interests me, then you can pretty much figure I would put everything I had into learning about that particular subject. This was no different; I had to find out.

Recently, it has come into my mind that I wanted to learn how to play tennis, or at the very least, learn different swinging styles from how other people played, before moving out onto my own and trying my luck on the tennis court.

Therefore, with that in mind, I put in a search on the World Wide Web, finding various lists for different companies but none that I felt was what I needed to get into. None of them seemed to have just what I was looking for. I had almost given up on the idea of using the net for finding a collection of training videos and past games that I figured would shed some light on this for me, when I came across this site that seemed to have all the information I was looking for and much more.

Therefore, I browsed around the site for a while, finding several things that were of interest to me. Various books and DVDs all about this newest topic I wanted to learn. Paying online was an option, however, I am not one that likes to deal in strictly online purchases, so I looked into the contact us section and found a number and called.

Not sure what I said or done to manage it, but the woman who answered my call, forwarded me to your office and I instantly liked the sound of your voice on the other end. Even if I hadn’t been in a learning mood, your voice alone would have kept me talking to you for that much longer. Yes, it was all business, but by the time we got off the phone, I knew that I wanted to speak with you more.

Therefore, for then, I put off actually ordering anything, stating that I wanted to think about some things and asking for you personal office number, so I would not have to go through being forwarded and stuff like that. You were happy to give it to me, stating that anytime I needed something to call.

For a few days, I managed to hold off on calling, yet continued to think of your voice, wondering what it would sound like when you laughed, would it change when you were teasing or deepen when you were turned on.

The second time we spoke on the phone, things became a little less business and a little more like two friends getting together for a phone chat. It was also during this time that we began to use email as IM. I am sure that at times we drove my ISP crazy with sending email back and forth, sometimes as many as four or five going at one time. Would have to sit and wait on one to come in before I could send the next and begin all over again.

Email became where we played, passing erotic ideas back and forth between us. When it came to the phone I was unable to relax enough to play during it, frustrating us both, but I continued to hope that the email would work and that at least for the time being work well enough to build up the passions, making me one day want to take the next step forward with the phone calls.

Well the email began to work and was working really well for me, turning me on and making my body beg for a real touch from you. I was not sure how it would possibly work out between us. I had never wanted a real touch as much as I was coming to wanting yours, and felt sure that if we continued and that touch never came…Well I wasn’t sure how I would deal with that possibility.

So, I began to talk to you more about the physical side of us. All the touches and caresses that we were missing by being so far apart. Trying in my own self-conscious way to let you know that I wanted us to meet, and I wanted you to touch me in the ways that we had spoken of. I had to try to find out if there was a way for us to be together, not through the phone, not through email or IM, but real life lips upon lips, hands touching each other, cock and pussy becoming one.

Then one day it happened, I got a call from you that I needed to come to your office. Something that I had been looking into had come in, or something. I did not really pay any attention. When I heard, “come into office” all other thoughts faded, all other words meant nothing, except that I would be seeing you.

Here I am getting ready to see you for the first time. I chose to wear a black and white mini dress, small black pump, red lace thong panties, and no bra. “Why no bra?” you may ask. That answer is very simple: one, I needed to know that you would see my nipples harden in response to being near you, and two because I am not fond of bras. I also chose not to wear any panty hose or anything, if something was going to happen today, I wanted as few things between us as possible, and it being summer and I living in Florida, my legs tend to get a good tan on them. I didn’t feel that it was something that I really needed to wear for you.

We were scheduled to meet up in your office at 4:30pm. I knew from our past conversations that around five, everyone from the office usually bahis firmaları headed towards home. Everyone, that is, but you; who would usually work until 7-8pm. I wondered what would happen between us after five.

The thought of that, seeing you for the first time and being alone with you after Five, all combining to make me begin to grow moist in intimate places. I was so excited by the possibility that even the feel of my dress rubbing against my nipples made them harden, and the feel of my lace panties caressing my pussy causing it to grow more wet, and my clit to throb and ache with the need to be touched.

I arrived at your office building at around 4pm, though I made myself wait to go inside until about the scheduled time. I didn’t want to appear too anxious, or that maybe I was expecting more, just in case you didn’t when you actually saw me.

At 4:30pm, I walk inside your office, taking in the view of your computer where you had typed me all those emails, the phone that you spoke into when talking to you and me, standing up and walking towards me. You take my hand in yours and the feel of it shocks me. It was such a small gesture, but it sent shock waves straight through me, settling deep inside my stomach. We say a quick hello and you ask if I would like to have a seat. I only nod my head “yes”, words having failed me at that moment.

You showed me to a seat, across from your chair behind your computer desk, and walked around to take your seat on your chair and we begin the business part of my trip to see you. We talk about everything from you website, the things you sell there, the learning videos and books. What is good to read or watch and what is not as good as I would be looking for. We also spoke of the different novelty items that could be acquired from your site.

The time flew by, I enjoyed being in your presence much more than I had expected and so far, you hadn’t seemed to be interested in me sexually, yet you hadn’t acted as if I was physically unattractive either. Before I knew it, the office grew quiet, and it became only you and I sitting in your office chatting.

Once I realized how quiet it had become, I wondered if you would make a move or if I was going to have to try it and see what happened. I wasn’t sure that I could make the first move in any direction except for continuing to sit there and talk to you. I luckily didn’t have to worry about it for to long. I’m not sure if you knew I would just sit there and go with the flow, but you asked. “Care to say hello in a better way now?”

First, my clit seemed to jump in expectation, and began to grow moist once again, adding to the nectar that was already making my panties wet. Second, my eyes jump up to meet with yours. Third, I find my voice for enough time to say, “Yes.”

“Come here” you say as you point towards you lap reminding me instantly of a fantasy we had created in email and both of us had wanted to live out with each other.

I get up and walk towards you, you turn your chair to face me, patting your lap with you hands in a motion for me to sit down on top of you. I know the position you are wanting me in. You want me to sit on your lap facing you, my pussy pressed up against your cock.

I set down on your lap, wondering if soon you will be able to feel my wetness through your pants, knowing already that you can probably feel the heat from me on your cock. You wrap your arms around me, and pull me closer, our lips touching, gently, teasing at first. Learning the shape and the feel of the others lips, tasting each other for the first time.

We deepen our kiss to where we were exploring each other’s mouths and finding each other’s secrets within. It wasn’t to long until your hands were slipping underneath the skirt of my dress, up and around onto my ass, your fingers exploring all the area that my thong panties cant cover. Then, squeezing my ass cheeks and then releasing them, causing my pussy to rub against the growing bulge in your pants. I feel my clit swelling from the contact as if begging you to keep the pressure more consistent.

When we finally broke our kisses, I laid my head down on your shoulder, trying to regain my strength and over come the passion growing inside me with every breath. Finding instead that the closer I pressed my nose into your shoulder, the more I breathed in your scent and my desire for you continued to grow.

I could still feel my pussy pressed up against your cock, and the longer I sat like that the wetter I became. Wanting you to take your cock out and let me see what was tormenting my clit and had been teasing my mind since first hearing your voice. In a subconscious need to ease the ache inside myself, and hopefully urge you to give me all you had, I noticed that at some point, my hips had began to shift around on your cock, as if riding you only your pants still covering that part of you I wanted buried deep inside myself.

I groaned in frustration as you just sat there underneath me, not moving, not helping nor making any efforts kaçak iddaa to take yourself out of your pants so I could ride you cock, relieving us both.

I could feel your cock hardening through your pants as I began to thrust myself onto you, sliding my now soaking wet pussy against you, still sure that the wetness would be soaking through on to you soon. My clit rubbing against your cock making me feel the orgasm building up inside myself. I slightly embarrassed by my nearing my peak while riding your covered cock, but remembered you one time saying you wouldn’t let me have your cock inside me until I came for you like this, on your leg at least one time.

I am not sure why but the thought of what you had said in email, made me work harder to reach my peak. Not as if I really needed to work hard at it, being in your office and alone with you for the first time had my body needing release almost from the first moment I stepped inside. Now though, it was unbearable, and I increased my movements upon your cock, working myself into my own orgasm. Your hands helping me to reach that peak still by grasping and releasing my ass, urging me to pick up my thrusting actions even more.

I know you had to hear my breathing increase as I neared closer to my orgasm since as I began to shudder and hump furiously upon your cock, moaning out my release, you lips captured the sounds I was making. When I couldn’t keep up with the need to ride you and still enjoy my release, you reached with your thumb to continue massaging my clit, helping me to ride out my orgasm, until I had only the strength to rest my head upon your shoulder, trying to settle my breathing.

When my breathing returned to normal, you let your finger being to massage my clit again, trying to build me up again, and letting me know that you weren’t finished with me yet. You began to feel my slight movements urging you on and decided it was time for you to gain some of the release that I had felt moments before. You urged me to get up off your lap, and I gave you a shy smile as I stood and noticed the darker color of your pants was my wet pussy had rested upon your cock.

I got down onto my knees in front of you, wanting and needing to see the cock that I had viewed in my fantasies since talking to you, and had just finished feeling against my pussy. I was still very surprised by the amount of the wetness upon your pants as I unbuckled your belt and then unhooked your pants, unzipping them slowly, watching as more and more of your briefs were exposed to my eyes.

When I was done with that small project, you stood up, waiting on me until I was ready to pull your pants down your legs. It didn’t take me long to find that curiosity would over rule any thoughts against what I wanted, needed to do for you.

I slide my hands inside the waistband of your pants and pull them slowly down your legs. I leave your briefs in place until your pants were down around your knees. Then I watch as I slide my hands up your firm muscular thighs, reaching the waist of your briefs, and begin to tug them down over your narrow hips. I watch as more and more of you become exposed to my eyes. I see finally your cock springing forth once the briefs were down low enough that it seemed it couldn’t resist showing itself to me anymore. I take in the sight of you, your cock standing proudly, as if demanding I touch you until I finally get your briefs, down around your knees with your previously lowered pants.

Then, I take that hard cock into my hand, gently stroking you, taking in the site and the feel of you pulsing inside my hand. I had wanted to touch you so much that now that I was doing so, it seemed as if I couldn’t touch you and look at you enough.

Finally, unable to resist anymore, I had to taste you upon my lips. First, I stick out my tongue just a little, leaning towards you, and touching the head of your cock with just the tip of my tongue. Watching as your cock jumped in my hand as if demanding more contact. I was willing to give it more, swirling my tongue around and over the head, and teasing the little piss slit with my tongue. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth as I let the head of your cock enter my mouth a little bit.

I then pulled my mouth off from the head of your cock, just wanting to tease you with the warmth of my mouth before using my tongue to slide up and down the length of your cock, starting at the head and working my way down your shaft to your waiting nuts. Flicking my tongue back and forth over the vein on the under side of your cock as I work my way back up to the head. I then lower my mouth back over the head of your cock, pulling you into my mouth as far as you would go.

I pull my mouth back off you so that only the head of your cock remains inside my mouth, before sucking your throbbing shaft back into my mouth. I grow frustrated that I can’t take all of you inside my mouth, and begin to use one hand to stroke you cock where my mouth can’t reach you, and use my other hand to reach under and massage your nuts.

I kaçak bahis can taste your cock and the clear fluid on my tongue, letting me know how excited you are by me and feel my pussy once again aching to be taken by you. I hope in many ways that your cock is inside me when you cum, knowing that I want and need to feel you deep inside me, but I also want to taste your cum on my tongue. I decide that I will have to let you choose I will just keep sucking on your hard cock, until either you cum inside my mouth or simply can’t take anymore and decide to make me yours.

You didn’t have me wondering for long, when your body began to tense in order to control your pleasure; you pulled your throbbing member out of my reach. You then reach down, take my hand pulling me up in front of you, and then work your pants the rest of the way off.

When you finally got them down and off your legs, you urged me over to the desk. My pussy began to throb, thinking that soon you would be buried deep inside of it. It came as no real surprise when you had me face the desk and placed my hands upon it since it had been one of the fantasies shared during our chats. I knew some of what was to come from now on but I still jumped slightly when I felt your hands sliding up the back of my legs, reaching under my dress and grasping the side of my panties.

I shivered when you began to tug them down over my hips and exposing my ass to your view before my dress slid back down and covered me once again. I felt my panties sliding lower down over my legs, pausing at about my knees at your got down on your knees to continue lowering them over the rest of my legs and finally off my feet. Taking them off one foot and then tugging them off the other foot, you moved into place on your knees between my feet. You make it so that I was unable to close my legs and keep you from viewing the wetness glistening on my freshly shaven pussy.

I felt your fingers touching lightly upon my pussy lips first, and then teasing the slit with only one finger. You rubbed lightly back and forth over my slit, not dipping your finger in between the lips to stroke my aching clit but just teasing it with the thought of your fingers touching it. The touch makes my wetness flow out and onto your finger, as you continue to tease me.

When I feel two fingers touching me, I find that it is only to separate my pussy lips, allowing you to view me in the most intimate way and with out anything interrupting your view of me. I know that surely you can see my clit throbbing with the need to be touched by you.

You finally seem to relent and let me feel your touch but it isn’t the fingers as I had expected but instead your tongue sliding over my clit. I feel as if I didn’t have the desk to lean on I would surely fall down on the floor as I feel the heat from your tongue and your breath upon my clit. You continue as if you’re not bothering me in the least, sliding your tongue slowly up and down my slit, catching my wetness upon your tongue. It isn’t long before you give up on teasing my clit in that way, and you latch your mouth onto my clit, sucking it into your mouth, making me gasp and call out your name on a breath of pleasure.

Just when I think that I am about to find again the release that my body is craving, you remove your lips from my clit instead moving towards my wet hole. Using your tongue as a small cock, you begin to fuck me with your tongue. I feel you pushing it inside me as far as it will go in our current position. It stalls the orgasm that had been building but making me feel if I don’t have your cock inside me soon I will surely feint from the need for it.

I guess you finally realized how strong my need was; because eventually you did stop fucking me with your tongue and I felt you stand up behind me. I felt your cock bump into my ass as you stood behind me and I pushed my ass towards you in a slight, silent plea for you to enter me.

You stepped up close behind me, and I felt you placing your cock against my wet and ready opening. I attempted to push back onto you but you pulled back just out of reach, letting me know that it was you and only you that would control what we did here.

I force myself to relax and let you go at your own pace and you finally place your cock against my wet opening again. Then I feel your hand rubbing along my ass, and I remember what you had asked me once about what noise would I make if you were to thrust your finger deep inside my ass as your throbbing cock claimed my pussy. The thought of that coming made it hard to resist pushing myself back onto your cock waiting to find out what sounds I would make in comparison to what I had said.

When I felt your finger slip between my ass cheeks, my breath caught in my throat and then I felt your cock easing into me and your finger reached for my ass hole. Your finger entered slightly into my rear entrance, and then suddenly your cock slammed into me completely as did your finger. Causing me to again gasp and cry out your name in pleasure at the feeling of your cock and finger inside me. I had never felt as full of someone in my life as I felt at this moment with you and then you began to pull your cock out of me, followed by your finger, only to thrust back inside me again.

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It was late in the evening. A Monday, just like any other. Sally had been swiping through an app all weekend, eagerly hoping she would stumble upon the man of her dreams. She was an optimist, really. It was late into Sunday that she stumbled upon Alex. Tall, great cheekbones and a dimple on his chin with brown floppy hair. Attractive, she thought.

Although it’s always tempting to keep swiping past face after face, tuxedos, biceps and boys with dogs flashing by in a blur… she hovered a moment over Alex. Aged 31, and just one statement on his profile, “I like water sports.”

Intrigued Sally swiped right. Did he really mean what she thought he meant? Was this a person who would finally willingly engage in her most secret of fetishes with her? No, she thought – he probably likes sailing or something.

When they matched her heart jumped into her throat. What a coincidence. She dove straight in with, “I like water sports too” and a winky face. He responded pretty quick.

“I’m sure you’re not into the same kinds of water sports as I am…” he said. And continued, “We could be on totally different wavelengths here.”

Guessing that he wasn’t in fact a round the world sailor, Sally hazarded to say, “No I think we’re both talking about the same thing here…” and sent a sticky-outty tongue face.

She could feel the heat in her crotch building. They started to discuss details about their desires. What they would do to each other.

Sally said she couldn’t wait to strip him naked on the kitchen floor, straddling his assumedly gorgeous body, eyes locked on his and to piss all over his hard cock as he moaned underneath him. The puddle around them growing and seeping into the cracks between the tiles. Filthy. Disgusting she thought. How illegal bahis can I be having these thoughts about a guy I haven’t met.

She knew she had to meet him, to figure out if he was actually a normal guy or not. A short bike ride to a pub up the road. He was going on a trip to Europe tomorrow and this was her chance to get his attention and make sure he remembered her among the throngs of beautiful olive-skinned spaniards he was soon to meet.

He bought her a beer and was waiting outside in the beer garden of the pub. Excited by the thought of finally playing out her pee fetish in real life, she’d been drinking water by the gallon. Sally was turned on by how full her bladder was already, when she started sipping on the foamy pint of lager.

They talked of life, working in the city and their families. A real contrast to the chat they’d had earlier about soaking each other with rivers of piss. Sally supposed there were some conversations that were better left out of the serene pub garden.

Two pints later and Sally is crossing her legs under the table, squeezing her thighs together and trying desperately not to leak. The date is coming to an end. Alex has to go home and pack, he says regretfully.

They get up to leave and he smacks a kiss on her lips, unexpected and forceful. Kissing her hard on the mouth, he’s trying to show Sally how badly he wants to fuck her. If only he wasn’t getting up at 3am for a flight.

They leave the pub, heading the same direction. It’s 11pm, pitch black and there’s not a soul wandering the streets of South London at this time. They cut through the park, over the long grass, spongy beneath their trainers. He kisses her again. This time more urgent. She can feel his cock harden against her thigh. Fuck, illegal bahis siteleri it feels big she thinks, squeezing her legs tighter together and trying to hold back the floodgates.

She pushes him to the ground and they roll around in the grass, getting muddier by the second. They start to take each others clothes off. Sally worries that her skin is so white it will glow in the dark and give them away. His mouth finds her pierced nipples and he groans in surprise. “Fuck, that’s hot” he says, burying his face in her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples.

She unbuttons his jeans fly and her hand touches his cock. His boxers are a little damp with excitement. She wants to taste that pre-cum. Pulling his pants down, Sally leans down and closes her mouth around his cock. Mmm salty. He moans. Working her mouth up and down his stiff cock she’s grinding up and down getting wetter and wetter, all the while trying not to piss herself.

“I wanna be inside you” he cries. “Let me fuck your tight little pussy’. Sally lifts up her skirt and pulls her lace thong to one side. She loves it when she gets to keep her knickers on. He places one finger, then a second in her glistening vagina. “Oh you’re so fucking wet already you little slut” he says.

The motion of his fingers delving deeper and deeper into her are putting even more pressure on her stretched bladder. Somewhere between pleasure and pain is where Sally finds herself as she tries not to pee. “I need you inside me” she shrieks. Alex obliges and teases his swollen cock into her pussyhole. One thrust and she explodes. Showering Alex in steamy piss. “Oh my god,” he cries. “Drench me” he snarls. Sally leans back angling her piss stream towards his chest.

They’re both soaked in her canlı bahis siteleri piss. His cock is harder than ever. Sally wraps her legs around his back, the piss, cooling now in the spring air is pooling between their bellybuttons. He spanks her and tell her she’s a naughty girl. His jeans below his knees are soaked in her nectar – but he doesn’t care.

He starts to rub her clit while she bounces up and down. Sally squeezes out a last squirt of pee onto his hand. “Filthy girl” he says and wipes it on her breasts. She’s so turned on by him wiping her juices all over her that she starts to feel the pressure building again, the wave rippling. “I’m going to come” she moans in his ear. He grips her butt cheeks as she starts moaning, with even second more breathless and guttural.

He turns her over. Knees in the wet grass and fucks her doggy-style. He can smell her piss and it’s making him wild. Gripping her hips tightly he thrusts at her. He feels like he’s going to explode. Sally can hear his breath quickening. She knows he’s close.

“Come on my back you dirty boy,” she yells. Alex doesn’t need to be told twice. He whips his bulging cock out of her warm vagina and proceeds to cum all over her back. Sally can feel the hot spurts landing all over her back, all the way up to her shoulder blades. Fuck, he’s fertile she thinks. “That was a lot of cum,” she says. Alex agrees.

Hang on a minute and I’ll clean you off he says. She waits, on all fours starting into the darkness. High on the rush of endorphins that come from your first foray into piss play. Suddenly she feels it. First a trickle of warmth and then a steady stream. He’s hosing off his cum with a steady stream of piss. “FUCK YES!” she screams feeling her ponytail dampen with his scent. She’s totally soaked. Alex finishes and hugs her closely from behind, whispering in her ear, “That was amazing you nasty girl.”

Soaked but delighted they parted ways. Alex had to catch his flight in one hour and had to find a fresh pair of jeans pronto.

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