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This is 100% true. This happened last summer, but I was too busy with college stuff to write it, so I apologize for the delay. Hope you like it.

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It’s almost a rite of passage these days for a teenage boy to go camping with friends. And believe me, if I’d known how this would turn out, I would’ve gone ages ago. I got the opportunity one day in July, when one of my best friends, a kid I went to school with named Cade (pronounced like “made” but with a C), texted me inviting me along. He was going with his girlfriend, a girl from a neighboring town named Mikayla (who he actually broke up with the following month). I also found out another one of my closest friends named Nate was going. He didn’t have a girlfriend so he was going alone, which must’ve sucked. Naturally, I wanted to bring my girlfriend Liv along. We’d been dating for nearly 2 years by this point. She was going into her sophomore year in college, making her the oldest of the group. The other 5 of us had just graduated high school. I was going to the same college as Liv and Cade, who happened to be my roommate, in September, and I couldn’t wait. We all went to the same high school, except Mikayla, who went to her town’s.

My name is Matt by the way. I was 18 when this camping trip took place. In fact we all were. Liv was turning 19 later that month (that’s a whole different story altogether, called Birthday Fun, check it out). I had dark brown hair, bordering on black, and grayish eyes. I had a honker though, which I broke when I was 14, and now was hooked and rather large. I was about 5’9″ and average weight, whatever that is for a teen boy. I played lead guitar in a band, which I formed around the same time I first started dating Liv. We met in high school, in our French class actually, which we both hated with a passion, along with everyone who took the class. I was 16, she was 17, and the grade above me. We hit it off pretty much instantly, and I finally worked up the balls to ask her out in December of my junior year. She’s my first girlfriend. We’re still together, coming up for 2 years (now over 2 years in real life), and I love her immensely. We finally had sex for the first time on my 18th birthday the previous April. Her present to me was her v-card, which actually made me cry when she told me she surrendered her innocence. That was easily the best gift I’ve ever had for a birthday. I wrote about that as well, it’s called Best Birthday Ever. And trust me, it really was.

Liv had a great personality, one reason why I liked her. She was usually very outgoing and talkative, as well joking and mischievous, but was a very sweet girl with a kind heart. And looks-wise, she was a fucking smoke show. She had blondish-brown hair and hazel eyes. She stood about 5’3″ and was in great shape. She played soccer in college. And in high school, she was captain of the girls varsity soccer team and ran track, setting records for best times. She had a fabulous ass, my favorite feature on her, and roughly 34C tits. Her legs were long and toned from soccer, as well as tanned. Her stomach was toned and flat too, made even hotter with a bellybutton piercing, which made the tan look even sexier in the summer.

Anyway, I was at my house chilling out one scorching July afternoon when Cade texted me, asking if I was free the next weekend. I said yes, so he invited me camping with him on Saturday night, along with Mikayla and Nate. He said I could bring Liv, so I texted her asking her to come. She agreed instantly, being the adventurous type. I had never gone camping before, so it was bound to be a good laugh.

So on Saturday afternoon, I picked Liv up and we drove over to Cade’s house. Mikayla was already there, and they were packing. Cade greeted us and informed us that Nate was borrowing his dad’s truck for the night to haul all our stuff. Nate showed up about 15 minutes later. His dad had a nice truck, a black 2010 Toyota Tundra with a double cab. I’ve always liked these trucks, and hope to own one in the future. The only problem was, we couldn’t all fit in the truck, even with 4 doors and a back seat. So we decided to put all our stuff in the truck and take my car as well. Nate would drive the truck to our campsite and I would follow. It was about a 90 minute drive.

I drive a silver, 5 speed manual 2003 Saab 9-3, nicknamed “Stealth” because she was deathly quiet, despite having a turbo kit and a manual gearbox. I got her from my grandparents when I was 16 because they were sick of changing gears and wanted an automatic. I had no idea how to drive stick when I first got her, but now I love it. I don’t think I’ll ever own an automatic (maybe a truck, but never a car) as long as I still have my left leg. She’s a snarling, turbocharged beast, but she’s still my baby.

Anyway, we hit the road about 20 minutes later, at roughly 4:00, Nate’s truck carrying all our gear. I was driving the Saab, following him. I love flooring the gas on the highway, the turbo pushes kocaeli escort everyone back in their seats. Seriously, it’s like a fucking roller coaster. So naturally, I did that once we were on the highway, dropping it into 2nd gear and gunning it past Nate, waving and laughing. He had no chance of catching us, driving a huge pickup truck weighed down with all our shit for the night. The journey there was great. We rolled down the windows and hung our arms out of them. I also opened the sunroof and blasted the radio. We all loved cruising around on summer nights like these. Liv was wearing sunglasses and was sticking her arm out the sunroof the whole journey, a permanent smile on her face.

We finally arrived at the campsite, coming down from the high of driving around on a summer night without a care in the world. This was the shitty part. We had to unload the truck (we’d brought plenty of coolers full of beer luckily) and set up our tents. I was sharing a tent with Liv. Cade was with Mikayla. Nate, the poor kid, had his own, being single. This took forever to do. No one had a clue how to pitch a tent, so everyone kept fucking it up, but it was a good laugh nonetheless. We finally finished about 2 hours later. Nate got the grill set up and went to work on burgers and hotdogs and all sorts of barbecue food. He’s a great cook. I was very surprised he didn’t have a girlfriend. He’s in great shape and can cook, and isn’t an ugly kid either.

Cade and I got a fire going while he cooked. The 2 girls found some logs for us all to sit on. Dinner was served at about 8, just as it was starting to get dark. The fire certainly helped keep the mosquitoes away, which was a big plus. It was also getting colder, maybe in the 60s now. Liv certainly noticed and sat next to me, putting her arms around me and leaning on me, giving me a clear view down her tank top. She also got the idea of feeding me, which I liked. I returned the favor, feeding her all of my food. Then she decided to take one of my fingers in her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it.

I laughed. “Liv, there’s a time and a place for this, you know.”

She took my finger out of her mouth. “Damn right. It’s now.” With that, she sucked each of my fingers on that hand one at a time, and started kissing up my arm and neck, not caring that there were people around. If that wasn’t bad enough, she started sucking on my earlobe. I had to resist the urge to moan. She stopped and whispered into my ear, “This isn’t the only thing I’ll be sucking later.” She smiled and turned my head, giving me a particularly wet kiss. That’s why I liked her, she didn’t give a shit what she looked or sounded like.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Cade’s voice. “Jesus Christ, cool it, will ya? You were right, there’s a time and place,” he said with a grin from across the fire. Liv finally pulled away with a wet and audible smack, once again hugging me and leaning on me. I put an arm around her waist, caressing her perfect stomach and holding her close.

“Sorry. Liv can’t get enough of me,” I said jokingly. Cade and Nate both groaned and pretended to puke.

“Anyway, as I was saying, before Romeo and Juliet over there interrupted us, I wanna know what scares you all the most,” Cade said, looking around at us.

There was silence until Nate spoke up. “Spiders.”

Cade nodded. “I don’t like them either but they’re not my absolute worst fear.”

Nate continued, “I don’t know, I just don’t like them. Some are ok, like the small harmless things I find in my house. But, there are also some truly nasty motherfuckers crawling around. Mainly the massive, hairy, fucking leviathans I see in, like, South America or Australia. Those fuckers are the things that give me the shits.”

Cade nodded. “Fair enough. I’m with you there. Mikayla?” he looked over at her, waiting.

She was surprisingly quiet. I thought she would be loud and outgoing, but she hadn’t spoken since we’d arrived. She thought for a second, then said, dead seriously, “I’m not sure yet. Probably heights. Or blood.” There was silence.

Cade said, “Alright. That’s a common one.” He looked around.

Then Nate spoke up, “I wanna know what scares the 2 horny lovers over there.”

All eyes fell on us. Liv went first. “I’ve always been scared of the dark. I always feel like there’s something waiting just out of my line of sight, trying to kill me.” Her voice changed to a joking tone. “That’s why I’m sleeping with Matt tonight, to protect me. As well as other various reasons, which you can probably guess,” she grinned.

Everyone burst out laughing, even Mikayla. I laughed and put an arm around her again. She smiled and fell silent, snuggling against me again, putting her head on my shoulder.

The laughter eventually stopped. Nate said, “Go on Matt, what scares you?”

Cade spoke up, “Screw off man, nothing scares him.” He got up and threw yahya kaptan escort more wood on the fire.

I smiled. “I don’t know about that. Girls used to scare me.” I paused and continued with a smile, motioning to Liv, “Until I met this one.” Instantly, a disgusted groan went up around the campfire. Cade jokingly rolled his eyes. Liv laughed and kissed my cheek. I continued, “But seriously, the thought of never seeing my friends or my family again scares the shit out of me. That and the things that make your skin crawl, and the hair stand up on the back of your neck.” I paused, smiled, and pointed, “Like Nate over there.” Everyone laughed even harder, even Nate, who blushed. Liv, Cade, and Mikayla were crying with laughter now. I grinned and continued, “One more thing. My grandfather always told me a creepy story of his dad.” I paused and cleared my throat, leaning in and removing my arm from around Liv. Cade leaned in from across the fire and looked at me, the flames reflecting in his hazel eyes.

I continued, “It was back in world war two, which my great-grandfather fought in. He served with the 1st Marines on Okinawa. There was this insane guy in his squad. A fucking nut job. He was bloodthirsty. Anyway, it was about a month into the battle. This guy got the job of carrying the flamethrower. Now this was a really undesired task. They were always the priority targets. Any soldier in his right mind who saw he was about to be burnt to a fucking crisp would aim for the flamethrower. Makes perfect sense to me. Add an additional 25 pounds of fuel on your back and it was considered to be the worst job any soldier could have. I can only imagine what the fuck the guy’s superiors were thinking, giving that lunatic, of all people, a flamethrower. But the problem was, he loved it! Even worse, he was the best shot in the platoon with it. And one day, his platoon got orders. These came straight down from the top.” I paused and looked around at everyone. They were all listening attentively and leaning in. Liv was staring at me, her hazel eyes wide and fearful.

I went on, “His platoon was ordered to charge a series of tunnels and caves carved into the sides of the mountains. These were a fucking death trap. They were all connected so any cave thought to be clear could suddenly spawn dozens of Japanese soldiers. Countless men were lost because of this. Anyway, my great-grandfather was ordered to provide cover for the flamethrowers as they cleared out the caves. And of course, the crazy guy was given this task. He didn’t give a shit about his safety or self-preservation. He was a killing machine. Anyway, this nut had to push uphill and clear out a cave, pretty much singlehandedly. It almost worked. He cleared out the cave successfully, burning all the guys inside to a crisp. He turned around and signaled that it was clear. But it wasn’t. He must’ve missed one guy. This guy took a single shot at him. The bullet hit the fuel tank and it exploded. The poor fucker never had a chance. He went up like a fucking match. And the rest of the platoon had no choice but to watch. Not a good way to die. The flesh literally melted off his bones. The guy that shot him didn’t last long either though. Our boys shredded his body with gunfire. Anyway, the corpsman attached to his unit had to go retrieve the body. If you could call it that. It must have been awful. The smell, the sight, everything. His skin was black and charred. He was so disfigured that he couldn’t be identified. His dog tags had melted into his skin.”

I paused again and looked around, checking everyone’s reaction. Everyone looked disgusted. “Yeah, his dog tags. Metal being melted into your skin. God knows what that felt like. Anyway, here’s the fucked part. His skin was black, apart from one perfect patch on his arm. This patch of skin had a tattoo on it. This guy was a lifer in the marines. The tattoo was a picture of Satan and a hellhound with the words ‘Devil Dog’ under it. That’s an infamous nickname given to the marines in the first world war if you’re wondering. Like I said, his skin was all burnt. Beyond recognition. But not that part. That part was perfect. The one chunk of skin with a satanic reference was unscathed. There’s nothing fun in a war, despite what you may see in the movies. It always looks like a clean, tidy adventure on camera. The reality is, it’s fucking disgusting. So, back to the story, what happened with the tat? Was it just a fluke? Or was Satan watching over him? Either way, it taught me to keep an open mind.” I finally finished and sat back. There was silence for a long time. Everyone was trying to comprehend what I just said. Liv looked terrified.

Cade finally broke the silence, “Wow. So anyway, back to the conversation. The thing that scares me the most is definitely-and don’t laugh at me, I’m dead serious- is definitely dying before I get laid.”

He told us not to laugh, so what did we do? We laughed. izmit eskort Hard. Nate and I both fell off our logs, howling with laughter.

Cade stared at us, rolling around on the ground killing ourselves laughing, with a “what-the-fuck….” look and said, “You said you wouldn’t laugh! What the fuck guys? Come on, I’m serious!” He stood up. “Stop laughing! I’m not kidding! You know what? Fine. Go on. Laugh. Keep laughing. See if I care.” He sat down and turned away, trying to ignore us and pretend it didn’t bother him. This worked for about 5 seconds until he looked at us, annoyed again, and said, “Fuck you guys! Fuck you! Fuck everyone! You can all go fuck yourselves!” he pointed at Nate and I, “Especially you two! I hate you all!” His reaction just made us laugh even harder, if that was possible. He started to walk to his tent, shaking his head and pissed at us for laughing and pissed at himself for telling us, probably knowing how we’d react.

Nate finally sat up, still on the ground, and said in a baby voice, “Awwww, Cadey-poo, did we touch a nerve?” Cade ignored us. Nate continued, “Yes that’s right. Pay no attention to the nasty teenage boys.” We both started cracking up again.

Cade finally calmed down and emerged from his tent about 5 minutes later. Nate took one look at him and started cracking up again. Cade looked at him with a faint smile, probably realizing what he’d sounded like from our point of view. I got up and grabbed a beer. And on a spur of the moment, I grabbed my guitar (acoustic, there weren’t any outlets to plug my electric guitar and amp into) from my tent. Cade noticed and said, “Oh yes. Serenade us, you sexy piece of ass.”

We sang several campfire songs, including the “Campfire Song Song” from Spongebob. We all still love that show. After that, I put on an exaggerated redneck accent and improvised lyrics and a guitar line. I spun my hat around backwards and jumped up. I danced around the fire, pulling pained expressions and rapidly trilling (It’s hard to explain what that is without pictures or videos. It’s basically hitting the same 2 notes really fast on a guitar string without picking/strumming them). Everyone laughed hysterically.

Liv was watching with an amused expression, but really started laughing at this. I finally sat down with a bow, enjoying everyone’s reaction. Liv finally stopped laughing and said, “OMG, you’re so cute,” and grabbed the sides of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss slowly got more intense, and groans and wolf whistles went up from everyone. She finally stopped and smiled at me. She grabbed my hat off my head and put it on, backwards, like I had it. I laughed and put an arm around her waist, holding her close. She smiled and kissed my cheek, putting her head on my shoulder. Liv looked very tomboyish, wearing a tank top and tight shorts with my hat on backwards.

We all stayed up pretty late, swapping stories and jokes, drinking and having a good time. My arm had fallen asleep from being around Liv’s waist the whole time. She was well on her way too, still wearing my hat and her beer bottle slipping from her grasp. Her head was still on my shoulder, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. I finally stood up. “I’m going to bed. And I think Liv is too. Goodnight everyone!”

I carried Liv over to our tent and was about to go inside when Cade said to me, “Get it!” I smirked at him and ducked inside, zipping up the tent. Unsurprisingly, the second I zipped the tent closed, Liv opened her eyes and pulled me down on top of her, kissing me intensely. She must’ve pretended to be asleep to get me alone. I wasn’t about to complain, she was awesome in the sack.

I slowly reached up her tank top, caressing her toned stomach, and finally her boobs. She moaned and lifted her arms up, and I quickly took her tank top off, tossing it to the side, followed by her lacy black bra 10 seconds later. The kissing resumed, more intense this time, with a lot of groping and tongue work. She finally stopped and removed my shirt, running her hands up and down my torso and back. I responded by sticking my hand down her shorts and rubbing her clit through her thong. I wasn’t surprised to find she was already very wet down there. Soon enough, like her tank top and bra, the shorts and thong came off. She pushed me down onto my sleeping bag and got on top of me, feverishly kissing me and shoving her hand down my pants, squeezing my cock and slowly jacking it off. I inhaled sharply and wriggled out of my shorts and boxers. Liv resumed jerking me and slowly inserted it into her snatch. Fuck foreplay, we both wanted the real thing!

She moaned softly into my ear and started gently bouncing up and down on my cock. It felt great, like always.

“Oh my god, baby,” I whispered, lying down and closing my eyes. “Don’t stop.”

She only moaned in response and leaned in, sticking her rack directly in my face. Sweet! The view just got better. I sat up and ravaged those heavenly mounds, making her moan, “Ohhhhhh,” and climax, sending me over the edge too. I inhaled and closed my eyes trying to restrain it, but I couldn’t, and squirted.

Liv rolled off me, exhausted, her eyes closed and breathing hard. “Fantastic,” she murmured, opening her eyes and looking at me with a smile.

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Callie Brown sat apprehensively in the Consultant’s waiting room but she knew she was doing the right thing. She’d put this day off for 3 years but she had finally got the courage to make the appointment. A young, pretty and very busty nurse walked past her, smiling as she did, seemingly staring at her but in a nice way. In fact, it was more an admiring look. She was doing the right thing. The nurse reappeared and asked her to come with her and she led Callie to the office of Doctor Mark Longshaft & Doctor Dick Bigfellow, Breast Consultants & Surgeons. The nurse tapped on the door and opened it and showed Callie in. A tall, stocky man stood up and offered his hand.

“Mrs Brown, good morning. I’m Doctor Longshaft, please take a seat.” She took his large hand and shook it gently and then sat down. She noticed the young nurse had sat to the side of her. She was sat crossed-legged, her tunic too short and tight, revealing the dark banding of her tan nylons and black bra through the gaps between the buttons. The Consultant had sat back down. He was probably in his late forties, good looking with salt and pepper hair and beard. He put his large hands together as though he was going to pray and spoke deeply and calmly.

“So Mrs Brown, may I call you Callie? What can I do for you?” He stared hard at Callie, almost knowing the answer, no one could possibly miss it. Callie placed her hands around her massive breasts, cupping then and pushing them in Doctor Longshaft’s direction. A hint of stiff nipple protruded through her thin blouse and it was not missed by the Doctor or the on looking nurse who was smiling at Callie.

“It’s these! I want them reducing. They get in the way and they do nothing for me. Even my husband has got bored with them. They’ve lost their appeal!” He looked at her, and them, and smiled.

“Ok. I can see your breasts are large, but they are not abnormally large. There are many things to consider when wanting a reduction. I believe we should consider the physical side first and then, if required, the mental and emotional side afterward. How does that sound?” Callie smiled back, nervously wondering what he had meant by mental and emotional side.

“Oh ok. I thought it would be just a simple like ‘what size do you want?’ and then you’d get the knife out and……I didn’t realise there were other factors to consider.” The consultant stood up again and walked around from behind his desk. He wore a suit, shirt and tie, but had removed the jacket. Callie notice his trousers were very tight, too tight really, and it showed to his right side, a long thick bulge going halfway down his inner thigh. Callie felt herself flush but couldn’t look away. Longshaft stood in front of Callie for a second and then perched on his desk’

“So Callie let’s establish some facts. How old are you, what do you do for a living, do you have, or plan to have, children and, the most important thing, what size are your breasts currently and what were you thinking of reducing to?” She smiled at him and the nurse, who was still flashing a lot of firm thigh to both of them now.

“Well I’m 44, I am a ward sister in the local hospital. I don’t have children and don’t plan too. I think I’m a size 38FF I think but not 100% sure. I was going to ask you what you thought I could reduce to, maybe a D or C?” Longshaft rubbed his chin, while the bulge in his trousers got a lot more prominent.

“Ok so I need to establish your correct measurements. Even going from a DD to C is a very precise procedure and can be very painful and expensive. Would you mind going with Nurse Dees and get ready for my examination and measuring?” The nurse stood up, flashing everything at them both, and Callie noticed the consultant’s bulge getting even bigger as he watched the nurse bounce her way to Callie. The nurse took Callie’s arm and led her into another room.

“Could you please remove your blouse and bra so I can measure you?” Callie removed her clothes, as instructed, and stood in a bright red mesh, see-through bra. The nurse gazed at her bud nipples and very large, pink areolas. Callie removed her bra and now her enormous breasts were naked and vulnerable and her ½” nipples pointed directly towards the nurse.

“WOW! They a magnificent! I love big boobs! Doctor Longshaft did mine. 40DD! Love them.” The nurse’s comments made Callie blush and she thanked her in a very sheepish voice. It felt a little strange being complimented about her breasts by another woman.

“If you can just lift your arms up,” the nurse said as she drew the tape around Callie’s chest accidentally brushing her nipples, causing them both to stiffen immediately, to Callie’s embarrassment.

“Sorry about that, sensitive are they? Mine used to be but now my nips are permanently hard. My boyfriend loves them. Oh my Mrs Brown you’ve grown. 40G! A bit bigger than you thought and they are so firm too! No kids, that’s why!” Callie couldn’t believe the nurse, but she was beginning to feel a sense escort bayan of pride in her boobs.

“Ok I’ll go get Doctor Longshaft now. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands, trust me!” The nurse waddled off, leaving Callie exposed especially with her nipples sticking out like the proverbial hat pegs. A few minutes went by before the nurse and Longshaft reappeared.

“Ah Callie, Nurse Dees has been filling me in on your details. May I say I have to agree with her on her assessment that you have wonderful breasts and it seems a shame the take the knife to them.” Callie now self-conscious of her exposure, and the admiration, didn’t know what to say or where to look, but in her endeavour not to look either of them in the eye she looked down to witness a bulge so obvious in his trousers that he must have been given more than information from Nurse Double Dees.

“I’m also not sure I can reduce them by that much without being extremely evasive and, bear in mind, you would lose your natural sensitivity. Therefore, I would conclude and advise not to have any form of reduction. While you think about it, may I do some medical checks, precautionary of course?” Callie nodded, not understanding what he meant. He moved behind her and placed his hands around the front of her cupped her breasts and started to massage them gently.

“Just making sure everything is ok and, I would say, everything feels magnificent.” As he continued to massage them Callie felt him brush against her and she felt his massive bulge pressing into her ass. She didn’t know what to do. Was he examining her or molesting her? Either way she could tell he was enjoying it hugely and, for the first time in years, so was she. Callie momentarily regained her senses from the heady feeling of having her breasts caressed and fondled and spoke with a quivering voice.

“Doctor Longshaft if you’re saying you won’t perform a reduction I would like a second opinion. Would that be possible?” Longshaft let go of her breasts and moved in front of her again.

“If that’s what you wish I can ask my colleague to come and examine you right now. I’m sure he will come to the same conclusion.” She agreed and the nurse fetched Doctor Bigfellow. She thanked Longshaft and looked down at his crotch, without hiding the fact, and saw his bulge was so prominent that it was almost bursting through his trousers. For the first time in years they were turning on a man, as she believed they should, and in turn she was also aroused. The nurse walked back into the room with Bigfellow, a taller and slightly slimmer man, but he was about the same age and as good looking.

“Good morning Callie, I’m Doctor Dick Bigfellow. Nurse Dees has explained to me the situation and my initial thoughts are very similar to my colleague’s. It would be a very complicated procedure and potentially end up with you being very unhappy with the outcome. Are you sure you won’t consider changing your mind? Your breasts are fabulous, I don’t understand why you would want to change anything.” She considered her reply and found herself giving a very leading question, due to her heightened state of arousal.

“Do you find my breasts as pleasurable as your colleague Doctor Bigfellow?” He looked a little shocked at her question at first, but then smiled at her.

“But of course. If I may examine them myself, I can show you?” Callie smiled back and nodded. Bigfellow moved behind Callie and began to fondle her as vigorously as his colleague and she soon felt him rubbing against her, just as large and powerful as Longshaft. Callie sighed loudly as he manipulated her breasts and nipples and she felt herself getting wet. Callie was about to cum when Doctor Bigfellow released her breasts and left the office with the nurse.

“I’m afraid if you are insistent on having surgery Callie then you should find another surgeon, as neither I nor my colleague are happy in doing the operation. The nurse can give you the names of other local surgeons. You may dress now and see the nurse in the reception.” Doctor Longshaft smiled at Callie, shook her hand, making her breasts wobble, and left her to dress. Callie felt disappointed, not just at the fact they wouldn’t do the surgery she wanted, but that she had turned on both the Doctors, felt their massive erections, but got nothing.

She could feel her pussy wet and throbbing in her pantyhose. She dressed then, almost in tears went, to look for the nurse. In the reception area there was no sign of the nurse or Doctor Bigfellow, and she was just about to leave when she heard noises coming from a room behind the reception desk, which was slightly open. With no one in sight Callie decided to take a peek. It was a small, but broad, cupboard hiding a very big secret. The young nurse was squatting in front of her colleague and, having taken out his cock, was eagerly sucking and wanking him hard.

The nurse was giving Dick a long, deep blow job and he was moaning izmit escort loudly at her actions. She had removed her tunic and bra and was crouching in just her heels and stockings. Doctor Bigfellow’s cock was fully down the nurse’s throat and as he withdrew it Callie gasped at its’ length and thickness, and how the nurse managed to take it all.

As the Doctor again slid his monster cock down the nurse’s more than accommodating throat, Callie lifted the hem of her short, pleated skirt and rubbed her pussy through her soaking wet pantyhose, determined to cum this time.

She pushed two fingers deep inside herself, rubbing the slightly coarse material against the wall of her vagina and came almost instantaneously. She tried to muffle her pleasure, but it was too great. Luckily the sounds of the nurse slurping and sucking the Doctor’s cock, plus his own moans, masked Callie’s orgasm. Callie managed to steady herself and get her breath back to see the Doctor’s massive climax. He had completed removed his huge cock from the nurse’s throat and she was vigorously rubbing his long, slimy shaft as the Doctor moaned loudly. The nurse pulled him hard in her vice-like grip and then suddenly he grunted out loud as he came.

“Yes Nurse Dees!” A huge wad of thick, white spunk flew in her direction. The nurse continued to pump his cock, forcing spunk from his balls and splatter over her huge tits and nipples. As he finished the nurse took him in her mouth once more as thick blobs of cum dripped from her stiff nipples. Callie felt unsteady on her legs as she turned and left the porn film-like situation she had just watched and inexplicably went back to Doctor Longshaft’s office, rather than the exit. She opened the door without knocking and walked straight in finding the Doctor sitting at his desk.

“Callie, can I help you? Did you not find Nurse Dees?” As he spoke, he noticed her skirt was out of place, not lying flat with the pleats, and her nipples still hard and protruding through her blouse.

“I think Doctor Bigfellow and the nurse were busy. She seemed to have her hands full. She looks a very talented young lady. I’m sure you both appreciate what she can do for you. It’s quite astonishing!” The Doctor looked at Callie in a slightly peculiar way, as though he understood Callie’s hidden metaphors and knew what they had been up to.

“Yes she is very talented, but somewhat overworked. She sometimes struggles when both I and Doctor Bigfellow have a full load to give her, but she tries valiantly to satisfy both our needs. We are actually looking for a receptionist to help take some of our load from her so she can do more for us individually. Now what can I do for you Callie?” His words made her tingle and she knew exactly what he could do for her.

“Doctor Longshaft would you care to show me why I should not have surgery, turning me against it.” Callie had totally lost any inhibitions. She had begun to undo the buttons of her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Then she unclipped her bra and, once again, exposed her magnificent breasts and stiff pink nipples to the Doctor. She watched Longshaft smile and stand, her eyes immediately focussing on the massive bulge in his trousers. He stepped forward from the desk, unzipping his trousers.

“Of course Callie, it would be my pleasure.” He tugged inside his trousers and pulled out his enormous, erect cock and stroked it hard in front of her. Her eyes grew as she gazed upon the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her life. She could feel her own juices leaking from her pussy and she licked her lips almost involuntary. He stood in front of her, cock in hand pulling back his skin and exposing his throbbing purple tip.

“Please Callie kneel down here and I will show you! Oh Callie, you see this is why you shouldn’t do anything with your magnificent breasts. They can offer so much pleasure as they are.” Callie knelt down in front of Doctor Longshaft, took his huge cock between her massive breasts and engulfed it with her soft flesh. She squeezed her breasts together and let him fuck them. With each thrust upward she licked the tip of his dick, tasting his salty pre-cum she hoped had been produced while he’d been groping her breasts and fondling her long, hard nipples.

“This is your doing Callie. I owe this to your beautiful breasts, now please do it justice!” She opened her mouth wide, letting him push his cock into it and began to suck it. It was something she had not done for a long time, but she was soon into the rhythm of giving head again and, inch by inch, she took more of his long shaft. Callie couldn’t replicate what the nurse had done to the other doctor, he was much thicker and longer, but neither of them seemed to mind and she sucked him long and hard, just how both of them liked it done.

The Doctor’s moans got louder and Callie sensed he might be cumming, a big tick in her book, but she didn’t want his load yet. She slowly withdrew yürüyüş yolu escort his cock from her mouth and stood up to him, taking his large hands placed them on her breasts. He gently squeezed them, tugging at her hard nipples, making her gasp. She unzipped her skirt and let that drop to the floor and, taking one of the Doctor’s hand, placed it on her soaking wet gusset.

“Suck them hard Doctor! Use your fingers inside me. I need you so much right now!” He took a stiff pink nipple in his mouth and sucked it as hard as Callie had sucked his cock making her moan and curse with pleasure. It got louder and more fragrant as the doctor located her hard clit through her soaking pantyhose and then forced two fingers inside her pussy along with her pantyhose and rubbed hard until Callie was edging towards another orgasm.

As the Doctor rips through her pantyhose she is hit by a massive orgasm. It was like being hit by a train and her pussy gushed like a tap. If it wasn’t for the strength of the Doctor she would have collapsed on to the floor but he held her up, turning her around and laying her on to his desk. Callie instinctively slipped off her heels, pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide apart.

“Oh Doctor Longshaft fuck me hard and deep! Make me cum again and again! Show me how much you like my big tits and tight wet pussy!” The Doctor smiled at Callie as he took hold of his long, thick, iron hard cock rubbing the tip up and down the length of Callie’s plump, wet lips.

She gasped as his head parted her lips and opened her up, then slowly he eased his massive tool inside her, his girth stretching her like never before. Callie couldn’t speak, cry or hardly breathe as the Doctor filled her cunt like never before and gasped for air as she felt his big hairy balls against her arse. He left it there for a minute and Callie could feel it throbbing inside her as he increased the blood flow to its veins, making them swell and pulsate. She’d never experienced anything like it before and loved the sensation.

“Oh yes Doctor that is incredible but I really want you to fuck me hard like a slut, make me cum again and again then make me swallow your huge load! Bang my tight cunt hard! Please!” He pulled his cock back, almost removing it from her then plunged his full weight forward, slamming his cock in to the hilt, filling Callie and slapping her arse with his big, loaded bollocks. He lurched forward and grabbed Callie’s fantastic breasts and, instead of being gently and caressing them as before, he squeezed and squashed her breasts, tugged and twisted her long, hard nipples, making her cry out in both pleasure and a perversely, enjoyable pain.

The Doctor pounded Callie for twenty minutes, unrelenting in his pace, lust or desire and giving Callie countless wet orgasms that made her cunt squelch louder than her moans, but even the good Doctor couldn’t fuck her forever he announced his oncoming orgasm. He pulled his deep red almost purple cock from Callie, leaving her cunt gaping like a large hole and pulled her down the desk towards him and once again Callie engulfed them with her now sweaty breast flesh and began to fuck him again with them, but this time with her mouth clamped over his glistening cock head. She could taste her own juices on his cock and sucked hard, not that she had to in order to make the Doctor cum.

He’d already done all the work and he could feel the cum bubbling up in his balls, ready to fill Callie’s eager mouth. The pressure of her breasts did the rest and with an almighty roar and shouting “Now Callie!” the Doctor felt his hot cum shooting up his long shaft. He grabbed her head and started grunting as he shot his thick, creamy, salty spunk into Callie’s accommodating mouth. It had been a long time since Callie had made a man cum so hard, so much and she felt happy as she gulped down every drop of his semen, cleaning him to make sure not a drop was missed. As Callie stood gingerly there was a spontaneous round of applause and Callie looked up to see Doctor Bigfellow and Nurse Dees at the door, smiling after obviously watching their performance.

The nurse walked over to Callie, picked up her shoe and led her in to the other office to help her dress again. She passed Callie some new pantyhose and took care of her ruined pair and both returned to the reception area once she is respectable again. The two Doctors were in the reception waiting for her, smiling at her both satisfied with the day’s outcome. Both held out their hands and politely kissed her on the cheek.

“Doctor Longshaft I’m very grateful to you and your colleagues for showing me that my breasts should remain as they are, and why. I definitely require no surgery whatsoever.” With that she turned and left the consulting room to consider her future.

“Oh Callie! Don’t forget we have that vacancy. We all think you’d be perfect for the role and would fit in well with us and all the other patients we have to deal with. A woman with your experiences can go a long way to reassuring and helping our clients and giving them the treatment they require.” Callie walked out of the Surgery smiling, happy knowing that she had a new job to go to and as much cock as her aching pussy could take, and it was all down to her glorious treasure chest.

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We were tired of being stuck in the house all winter. It was one of the warmest days of spring and my wife and I both had the day off. It was the middle of the week and no kids at home. Things were getting horny right from the get go. We decided to get up, take a shower, get some breakfast, and go for a ride.

We got up and showered together soaping each other up teasing, pinching and pulling at each other. We’ve been married for almost 20 years and our sex life gets better all the time. Mostly in part that we are both willing to try new things with each other. I’m usually the adventures one but am usually able to convince her to go along.

We both knew this was going to be a frisky kind of day so we dress to make it easy. She wore a T-shirt and baggy shorts with no panties. I wore a T-shirt and my bibs with no underwear. Although this does not sound like sexy dress we both know what we wanted. Easy access!!!

While at breakfasts we teased each other with sex comments and you should see her eat a sausage link with syrup dripping from the corner of her mouth. It’s enough to give me a hard on.

We talked about were we where going to ride to but I had a place in mind already. We were by it last year but she would not stop for a quickie because of a road izmit escort bayan crew work just down the road. So we headed down the road sun shining in warming our bodies, radio cranking out some rock and roll and a fresh breeze rolling across our bodies.

I got things started by running my hand up and down her leg. Further and further up her leg till I reached her soft smooth mound. She keeps her pussies shaved smooth and I love it that way. Nothing turns me on more then eating her bare pussy. Smooth, soft, and no hair in your mouth makes my mouth water just writing about it. I continued to work at her pussy and she helped by pulling her short to the side to expose her bare pussy. I’ve learned from past experiences in the car to move the rearview mirror so I can see what’s going on. It’s easier then turning your head for a look and safer.

By now things are warming up and she’s beginning to touch her pussy and run her fingers along her pussy lips stopping to flick her clit with her finger nail. Once I get her going she gets right into it.

My cock is hard and trying to poke through my pants. She reaches over and unbuttons the side of my pants. Reaching in my pants she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. That’s escort kızları one good feature of bibs room for roaming hands. She’s stroking and pulling at my cock and with a flick of her finger she has the front of them unfastened. She flops down the front of them and my hard cock is exposed. She works her hands over my cock and balls while playing with her pussy. One thing that excites us about this is the cars you meet have no idea what you have in your hand. Your heart does beat a little faster when you pull up along side a big truck that could look inside but what the hell they have probable seen everything already. When there’s no one approaching she leans over and sucks my cock into her mouth. I love getting a blowjob while driving down the road. Today I don’t let her make me cum because I want to save myself for our final destiny.

We pull up to this little wayside. There’s a picnic area with rocks and boulders in the back ground. I already know what I want for my picnic. We wonder around hand in hand as I lead her to the rocks. Half hidden behind the rock we start kissing and petting increasing the excitement. Pulling at her shorts I get her to let me slide them down and let them drop to the ground. I can’t keep my hands gebze escort bayan off her ass and pussy. She unfastens my pants and they drop to the ground releasing my trapped cock as it springs loose. She goes to her knees and begins suck on my cock. After awhile I raise her up and sit her on a rock. I raise one of her legs so I can get at her pussy. Licking and sucking on it, her clit responds and gets hard sticking out from her pussy. I suck on it like I was nursing on her nibble. The warm sun shining on us add to the erotic adventure. She leans back on her hands rolling her head from side to side.

With her pussy wet and my cock as hard as the rock she is sitting on I move her into position so I can slide my cock inside her. I slide it as far as I can holding her feeling the warmth on our bodies, the sun, and the rocks. We slowly start fucking each other till there’s no turning back. We hold on till we can orgasm together and both break into and incredible orgasm. Totally exhausted we lay on the rock soaking in the heat and catching our breath. The sound of a car coming brings us back to your senses.

We slide down the back of the rock and get our clothes on. As we walk from around the rocks we notice and older couple standing at there car stretching. As we get to our car they wave and smile. As I’m get in I notice my suspender on my bibs are crossed and my shirt is sticking out. While I fix my suspenders and tucking in my shirt I look over to the couple and older man gives me a smile and a thumbs up. By the look in his eye I take it he has had a few spring days on the rock.

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This is my first attempt at writing. Please pardon any mistakes. It’s a slow burn, considering how fast most erotic pieces get to the action but I prefer a more probable approach to writing erotic fantasies. Anyway, I welcome constructive critiques. Thanks for reading!

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The flash of the photocopying machine reminded her that she was still at the office. “Ugh,” Bianca complained to herself, knowing that hardly anyone stayed in the office for as long as she did. It was already eight and she had the office to herself, just the way she liked it. She sucked her teeth at the offending piece of paper that the copier spat out – a wasted sheet of black on white. She crushed it up and tossed it into the bin, catching a glimpse of herself on the sliver of metal that lined the window.

She wasn’t an immediate stunner but she had a pleasant, expressive face with large eyes and a small but full mouth. Her cheekbones were high and her long dark hair, while always tied in a bun, freed a few stubborn tendrils to frame her face. She was petite, a trait that had always run in her family and had caramel coloured skin that took well to olive greens and reds – both colours that she wore often.

It had been a few years since she graduated and she was fortunate, she told herself, to have gotten a job at this firm. Sure, she worked as a corporate secretary and while it wasn’t a glamorous job, it did pay the bills and left quite a bit of extra money for her every month. Bianca repositioned the document before shutting the cover of the photocopier this time and made a proper copy of what she needed.

As she walked over to her desk, she worked on a few more items. The bright light of the screen reflecting off her glasses, blinding her little by little before she gave up and took them off. Nothing was wrong but it felt like everything was. Bianca sighed, knowing what it was.

It had been ages since she had sex.

Since her break up with Joachim, her no-good cheating ex-boyfriend, she had thrown herself into her work. She needed time to get over all the terrible relationship habits she had developed while with him. She needed space to go through each dream she had imagined them achieving… Bianca let out a small cry of frustration. What was the point of wallowing in self-pity? It solved nothing. She missed sex. Not Joachim. She had to stop conflating the two.

Bianca rubbed her eyes before she hissed again, forgetting that she had make-up on. Perhaps, she should just go home. Besides, she had settled what she needed. She packed up her things and went to the bathroom, washing her face and cleaning off the makeup that she had smudged in her inattentiveness. A fresh face and some lip gloss would do on a Thursday night with no prospects, she thought.

“Didn’t think I was going to see anyone else here,” said a voice.

Bianca turned. “Oh. Hi Kay,” she smiled. Her body was already moving ahead of her mind. She barely remembered leaving the bathroom. Now she was here, waiting for the elevator.

It was Keshav, or Kay as they liked to call him around the office. He worked in, ignoring the stereotype, for the IT department. Bianca didn’t pretend to know the details of his job. She just knew enough that he was in charge of laptops, security updates, emails and the ever-important internet connection. Perhaps, it was the light but Kay was actually quite good-looking despite… or perhaps, because of the glasses he wore. They were thick, black frames that highlighted his deep-set dark eyes. He had a large nose but it worked with the other features of his face. But what struck Bianca most was the fact that he had really clear skin. It reminded her of those cake glazing videos – just smooth, unblemished chocolate flowing and dripping-

“The lift’s here,” Kay repeated, waiting for her to walk ahead of him.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry,” Bianca shook herself out of it. “Thanks.”

They each took a corner of the elevator. “I didn’t think anyone stayed as late as me,” she said, making small talk as the doors closed and Kay punched the buttons with a long finger.

“Well, some of the interns had their last day and those laptops need scrubbing,” Kay shrugged as he smiled slightly. “But you are right. No one stays as late as you. You’re notorious for being the first one in and the last one out.”

She folded her arms and tried to be annoyed at that but failed. “Yeah. Well, it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do these days.”

“No one to hang out with?”

No one to fuck with rather but Bianca held her tongue and nodded. “You could say so….” she mustered a small smile just as the elevator came to a jerking halt. She gave a small yelp as she flattened her palms against the smooth polished steel walls, dropping her bag. At the same time, she heard a shout that was undoubtedly Kay’s. She opened her eyes and saw him in a similar position. They must have been a sight, each plastered to the wall; one with her things scattered on the carpeted floor of the elevator while izmit escort bayan the other hung onto his backpack like it was a life jacket. “What the hell was that?!”

Kay frowned and took a deep breath. The lights flickered above them both and the buttons were dark without the usual backlight working. “I think we’re stuck,” Key answered.

“No shit,” Bianca breathed.

“You asked.”

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head at him. “I’m just… freaked out.”

He smiled. “No worries,” he said, testing the buttons but nothing worked. Not even the emergency ring. “I think we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” He took out his phone and tried to get a signal. “How’s your phone?”

Bianca already had one arm outstretched with her phone in her palm. She pursed her lips and shook her head. “No luck. We’re dead in the water, so to speak.”

Kay shrugged and sat down on the floor. “Thankfully, it’s Thursday. Worst case? Someone notices that we’re missing and they track us here or someone comes in the morning and sees us in here.” As he spoke, the lights flickered one, twice… and then died, plunging them into darkness.

“Oh, can’t it get any worse?” Bianca complained as she checked her phone. 93% on her battery. She was glad she charged it religiously.

“At least the ventilation is still working,” Kay tried to cheer her up. “Do you mind? It’s just that… it’s getting really stuffy.” He motioned to his shirt. “I have an undershirt on.”

Bianca shook her head. “Sure.” As he stood to take off his shoes, she did the same. By the light of her phone, she could see the broad shoulders and fine muscled arms that had been kept hidden under his office shirts. ‘No, no. It’s just the situation. What the fuck, Bianca. Get yourself together,’ she told herself.

Kay folded the shirt and kept it aside. “It feels like home,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Your home is dark and cramped too?”

He laughed warmly. “No. Mumbai is hot and humid,” he told her. “But a lot more… pleasant.”

She laughed along. “This feels like the storage room my mother used to lock me in when I misbehaved,” she undid the first two buttons of her blouse and rubbed her neck. “What she didn’t know was that I liked it in the dark. She left me alone and I used my dad’s torchlight to read some books I had stashed away.” She put down her phone and turned down the light low enough so that they could at least see each other somewhat. “Mumbai, eh? Do you go back often?”

Kay laughed. “Every year for Christmas.”

“What?”

“I’m kidding. I’m Hindu.”

“I thought so.”

Kay angled his body towards her. His long legs stretched out along hers as he looked at her. “Don’t you have any roommates who would notice you missing?”

“I live alone.”

“Me too.”

“Guess we’re both screwed.” She laughed again, hating herself for the Freudian slips but it was hard… so hard… Kay was handsome and perhaps, it was the lighting and the situation but Bianca was fast thinking about other things that were hard… like… his co- She gulped and looked away. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

Kay raised an eyebrow at her. “Relax. It’ll be over soon. People will find us sooner or later,” he told her, folding his arms as he smiled again.

Bianca tore her eyes away. Damn it. Keshav was hot. He was handsome, charming and in a state of undress. Was she that desperate that she would fuck a co-worker? Granted, they worked in different departments and rarely ran into each other. She looked at him again only to chide herself and focused her attention elsewhere, shifting her body such that she leaned her side against the elevator instead of her back. “It’s not that…” she replied, as she bit her lip slightly. “It’s just…” Bianca pressed her thighs tighter together and pulled her knees a little closer. “And don’t you dare tell anyone… maybe it’s the situation but you’re really attractive.”

Kay froze for a second before he broke out into chuckles. “What?” When he saw that his reaction did little to make her feel better, he ran a hand through his hair and straightened up. He pulled his knees closer to his chest.

Bianca tried not to follow the seam of his pants which ultimately lead to his crotch. “That is not helping.” His confused expression told her that he had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m sorry.”

“No.. I mean, it’s not everyday a beautiful woman tells me I’m attractive,” he laughed. “I just didn’t know how to react. I’m the sort of asshole that laughs when someone tells me someone else died.”

“Oh my God, me too,” she confessed and laughed with him but the silence descended between them quickly again. “So you find me beautiful?”

There was a subtle change in the air then. Kay still looked the same but his eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes settled on her toes before they ran up her leg to the curve of her bottom. “Very. It doesn’t help that you’re also a secretary and that… combination just kocaeli escort ticks a lot of boxes,” he told her.

Neither one moved but Bianca felt herself grow wet between her legs. Her eyes ran to his crotch and perhaps, it was the shadow but-

Kay took his backpack and placed it strategically to block her view. “Sorry.”

Oh God, it wasn’t shadow. He was hard. She imagined his cock in her hands, long and hard… rubbing it against her cheek and eventually, taking him into her mouth. Bianca gulped. “No, I mean… it’s fine.”

“I don’t want to get fired,” he told her. “Or worse… you know, get accused.”

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Okay,” she nodded. “I understand.”

“Not that I don’t want to.”

Bianca found herself smiling slightly. “Don’t want to what?”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“We broke up a while back,” she explained. “You haven’t answered my question.” What was going on with her? She couldn’t help herself. She wanted him and there were no two ways about it. “Don’t want to what, Kay?”

“Bia… come on. This isn’t funny.”

The way he said her name, as if he was familiar with her turned her on even more. “It never was. Tell me.”

He looked her in the eye. “It’s not that I don’t want to fuck you.” The words fell out of his mouth softly. “You’re a colleague and you’re it making hard for me.”

Gingerly, she pressed her toes against his naked heel. “We won’t get another chance like this,” she told him. “Is it just the colleague thing?”

“Mainly but let’s not get into the rest,” he said, removing the bag.

She saw the bulge that had formed. It strained against the confines of his pants. Kay’s hands were now flat on the ground and she saw his chest rising and falling a little quicker. Bianca repositioned her feet such that they were now in between his legs. Feeling a little bolder, she pulled her skirt up but kept her knees pressed together. She was practically dripping now. Her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard and rubbed deliciously against her bra. “You’re so hard,” she said and very slowly, spread her legs and allowed him to see what he did to her. “And I’m very wet.”

He could turn her down and she would be so embarrassed, she wouldn’t know the end of it but right now, it felt right to expose herself like this.

He stared at her, fingers digging into the carpet as he watched her squirm to ease herself. “Just to be clear…” he said softly, as he reached out and took her foot in his hand, running a hand up her calf like he was touching a fine sculpture. “This is a one-off thing?”

She nodded, biting her lip as she tried not to moan at his touch. Her knees closed themselves in anticipation. “Yes. No strings attached.”

Kay nodded as Bianca felt his calloused fingers cup her knees before he pried them apart. She found him pressed up against her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed his hardness against her. It was so good, she sighed but she didn’t spread her legs to dry hump. She pressed her palms against him before pulling his face to hers, kissing him deeply. He tasted of coffee and sweat. She felt the slight stubble that brushed roughly against her lips when she kissed his neck.

The time for words was over. Feverishly, Kay undid the rest of her blouse as she pulled his undershirt over his head. He didn’t even remember what colour her bra was or taking it off, for that matter. But that was unimportant. What was important was a half-naked Bianca, moaning as he touched her waist. Her breasts were firm and on the smaller side.They flattened out as she writhed, aching to be touched. Leaving a trail of kisses from her mouth to her neck and over the curve of her shoulder, Kay lowered his head to her chest; taking one nipple into his mouth while his free hand pinched and fondled the other.

“Oh God, yes,” Bianca moaned, wrapping her arms around Kay’s head, keeping his mouth there. The flicks of his tongue drove her crazy but it was so good. She groaned and rubbed her crotch against his. “Fuck… you feel so good.”

Kay gripped her breast harder, stifling his moans by sucking harder. He lowered her against the floor once more and pulled away from her, his breathing ragged as he roughly tugged her skirt and panties off in one move. “Spread your legs,” he told her even as he pried them open anyway. He lowered his face between her thighs and kissed them as his fingers stroked her skin, never breaking their connection.

Bianca groaned and lifted her hips in anticipation. She could feel his breath on her pussy, driving her nuts. She felt herself get wetter. “Put something in,” she begged.

Kay smiled, slowly inserting a finger in. She quivered and groaned so he put in another, slowly pumping her pussy, fucking her the way she wanted. But this wasn’t enough. Kay had been very professional at work, particularly towards women he found attractive. That had been easy enough with most people but Bianca, he sınırsız escort had to avoid and ask someone else to handle her tech issues. There was a reason why they didn’t cross paths often. He had thought of fucking her many times in the privacy of his home but had resigned himself to the idea that Bianca was just going to be a fantasy.

But here she was begging him to fuck her.

Kay pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. He sucked and licked at the sweet juices that flowed out of her neat little pussy. He loved how it looked. Just like her, it was small with its folds neat and pink. She left a little tuft of hair on the mound, something he found incredibly erotic, as if to guide him to her clit. Lapping at her, he moved on to her clit and very gently, pressed his tongue against it.

“Ohhhh,” Bianca arched her body and gripped his head with her hands, guiding him. “More, please… fuck.”

Kay went on, lapping and sucking on her clit. His tongue jabbed into her pussy when he gave her clit a break. His fingers worked her too, fucking her when his tongue licked away and pinching her nipples. She was hot, wet and ready for a good fuck. How long had it been since she was fucked senseless? It made him want to please her more. His hands kept her thighs down, spreading her pussy open to his mouth as he licked away at the folds of her pussy. Sweet pink flesh just soaked and waiting to be touched. “You’re delicious,” he told her, breathless when he came up for a second but went back to fucking her with his tongue and fingers.

“Just keep… oh God,” she felt him suck on her clit as his fingers fucked her furiously. “Keep going! Oh fuck.. Kay… Kay!” Her body buckled as she moaned loudly and went stiff for a second. Her legs fell open as he lay his head on her thigh, her pussy quivering just inches away from his mouth. She could feel his breath on her and despite the orgasm, Bianca wanted more. Gently, she pushed Kay’s head off and crawled over him, running her hands down his chest and towards his belt. Wordlessly, she unbuckled it and pulled his cock out as soon as the zipper was down. Somehow, they got his pants off but that didn’t stop her from taking his cock in her hands.

Kay’s cock was a good seven to eight inches, Bianca thought. Not that she cared at the moment. It was large, thick and dark. She wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it, watching Kay’s face as he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure. She rubbed it against her face, breathing his scent in.

“Suck it, Bia. Please.”

“How badly do you want it?” she said, rubbing the cockhead against her lips before gripping it and rubbing her dark brown nipples over it. She felt like such a whore but it had been ages since she had good cock.

“Really badly.”

She kissed the underside lightly, making him gasp when she flicked her tongue playfully.

“Bia.. come on.”

She didn’t bother replying. Instead, Bianca took her time, stroking and squeezing him. Her fingers skillfully teased and cajoled him, gripping his cock as she felt herself want him even more.

“Suck it. Goddamnit,” Kay groaned and reached out to shove her face towards his crotch.

Bianca laughed softly and gave in.

He felt the full warmth of her lips slowly taking his cockhead in before it gave way to her mouth. Her teeth grazed the skin, making him gasp. “Fuck,” he breathed as she deepthroated him and let him fuck her mouth. “Fuck. Fuck… you’re so good at this.”

She delighted at his praise and the fact that he was finally swearing. Her hands caressed his thighs before she pulled away and stroked his cock again. “I love your cock, Kay,” she told him as she kissed it. “It’s so big and it tastes so good…” she gave his balls a playful lick before lightly sucking on one.

Her lewdness turned him on even more. He loved watching her pleasure herself on his cock. Naked and sweaty in the dim light of her phone, he saw how her breasts hung, slapping against his thighs when she got more enthusiastic. She was gorgeous in and out of her clothes but right now, there was nothing more erotic than the sigh of her sucking him off in the company elevator. She was a sexy, wanton slut.

She loved watching him too. How he arched his back and thrust his hips so that his whole length could fuck her throat. Bianca gagged but it was so good to feel that cock in her mouth, her eyes rolled back as she automatically just kept sucking and playing with his balls. He had words he wanted to say. She could see it. It was on the tip of his tongue, much like how his cock was now being sucked and licked by her own. “Just say it, Kay,” she told him, in between long, selfish sucks. “Whatever it is you want to. Just let it all out.” She sucked on his cock again as if to put his doubts to rest.

“God, yes… suck my cock, Bianca. You’re such a fucking slut but it’s exactly what I want…” he groaned and reached for her once more. His fingers buried themselves in her messy bun and pulled her face roughly down on his cock. His hips thrust upwards as he began fucking her mouth. “Take it my cock, you whore. Showing me your wet cunt the first chance you got…” he swore at the memory of her spreading her legs for him minutes ago. “Making me so hard for you. And you know it too… you’re such a bitch but I love it.”

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The following day after the pool party was a school day. Brittany was not outside to meet with her friends as usual. It was kind of strange to them that Brittany was not arriving on time for school.

The first bell rung and the girls headed to home base. As the girls sat in their seats, they watch the classroom door to see if Brittany would come through before the class actually started. Still no Brittany.

Mr. Smiley, there home room teacher was evening glancing at Brittany’s seat and notice she wasn’t in it like every school day. The second bell rung and Brittany still did not show up for class.

“Tests time everyone,” shouted Mr. Smiley.

He handed everyone his or her test papers and as he pass Brittany’s seat, he was wondering what has become of her.

“Girls. Did Brittany say that she wasn’t going to be here in school today?” Asked Mr. Smiley.

“No. She never called any of us. We don’t know where she is?” Said a worried Kristen.

Mr. Smiley took a deep breath and continued passing out the test. About 15 minutes in the test, Brittany came into the classroom wearing a low cut black skirt that showed off her thick thighs, long see-thru stockings down to her black high heels and a tight black tube top that barely covered her massive breasts that we trying to fall out. Everyone couldn’t believe his or her eyes when Brittany came in. Even Mr. Smiley was impress with Brittany’s new look. He even felt his dick starting to harden from watching Brittany’s breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

“Mrs. Clarkson. You’re late,” said Mr. Smiley.

“I know Sir but I couldn’t decide on what to wear to school,” Brittany said smiling at him while squeezing her huge tits between her arms, causing them to balloon out. All the boys in the class were memorized and felt their dicks go instantly hard. Even a lesbian couple in the back of the class couldn’t believe the size of Brittany’s chest. Mr. Smith was trying his hardest not to look at them while looking at her face.

“It seems that you did not finish getting dress Mrs. Clarkson. You know the school rules. You can’t wear tops like that without any thick straps and your stomach can not be showing as well. I’m afraid that your going to have to go to the Principle’s office and show him what you are wearing,” said Mr. Smiley in a soft tone. Sweat starting to roll down his forehead while his eyes were attracted to Brittany’s enormous titties literally popping out at him.

“And you’ll have to make up the test after school sometime this week,” he concluded as Brittany left the class and headed down to the Principle’s office.

Mrs. Garth, the gray haired English teacher saw Brittany coming down the hallway and couldn’t keep her eyes off Brittany’s lightly bouncing breasts that bob inside her tight tub top. Brittany smiled at Mrs. Garth as the closed the door to her classroom.

Brittany finally makes it to the Principle’s office.

“Good god!” Said a shocked Mr. Hammer, the Math teacher as Brittany walked in and her breasts were bouncing. The secretary even peeked over the desk to see Brittany sitting in an office chair and her breasts resting on her lap, still sticking out of her chest.

“The Principle will see you now,” said the secretary.

Brittany got up and walks into Principle Stanley’s office.

“Have a seat,” said Mr. Stanley as his back was turn to Brittany in his chair. As he turned around to see Brittany, his eyes nearly pop out of his skull.

“Mrs. Clarkson. I thought I would never see you in here for bad reasons. Especially dress like…like…that,” Mr. Stanley blurred out.

“Do you like it?” Asked Brittany in a sweet voice. She cross her legs and watch as Mr. Stanley eyes followed them.

“Uh…uh…You know the school rules Mrs. Clarkson. Wearing outrageous outfits like that is intolerable for school. I’m afraid either you call your parents to give you a new set of clothes or I’ll have to send you home,” said Mr. Stanley staring at Brittany’s chest as it rises.

“Well my parents aren’t home right now,” said Brittany in an innocent voice. She bend over to pretend to lacy up her boots so Mr. Stanley could get a good look down her tube top and he took the time to stand up and get a peek. He felt his cock go instantly hard.

He moved from behind his desk and sat on his desk in front of Brittany. She looks up and saw his hard cock inside his pants.

“Ooooh. Mr. Stanley. Looking really hard today,” said Brittany teasing.

“Oh really?” Mr. Stanley said sarcastically. “I was wondering if you could help me with my problem then.” He smiled at Brittany and she stood up from her chair and smiled back.

Suddenly, she and Mr. Stanley were lip locking. They shoved each other’s tongues down their throats. Mr. Stanley’s hands were squeezing her plump ass. He felt her massive breasts press against his chest.

“Hmmm,” moaned Brittany as she felt his hand cock between her legs.

Mr. Stanley stops kissing and headed to the door and locks it.

“Got kocaeli escort bayan to make this quick Mrs. Clarkson,” Mr. Stanley said in a serious voice.

Brittany resume kissing Mr. Stanley as his hands felt her up. He stood back and pulled her tube top down, exposing her enormous bare breasts to him and hard nipples.

“OH my god!” Said Mr. Stanley in amazement. “They’re so beautiful.”

He immediately took both huge breasts in his hands, realizing that he couldn’t hold them as they flowed through his fingers. He squeezed what he could and knead them. Then he buried his baldhead between her cleavage and started licking and kissing between her breasts while squeezing them around his head. Brittany just moan as Mr. Stanley was having his way with her breasts.

Mr. Stanley stuff what he could of her left giant tit into his mouth and suck on it for all its worth. She could hear slurping noises from Mr. Stanley as he devours her breasts. Then he switches to the other tit and sucks it the same way. While he stuffs his mouth full of Brittany’s right breast, his hands fondled her left wet tit.

Brittany could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter as she moaned and grunted, then let out a series of orgasms.

Mr. Stanley stretched her right breast from her chest by pulling it with his mouth, sucking and slurping on her hard fat nipples at the end of it. Then he let the breast drop out of his mouth with a loud pop. Saliva drip off her breast and nipple. Then Mr. Stanley resumes sucking her left breast again. Balling the breast up into a round ball and stuffing as much of it into his mouth as possible. By this time, Brittany had came in her panties as Mr. Stanley lick and sucks her enormous breasts for several minutes.

Mr. Stanley stops his breasts devouring and pulled up Brittany’s skirt to her stomach. Her panties were very wet and creamy. He pulled them down to see her pink pussy all wet and ready for Mr. Stanley to conquer.

Brittany started kissing his neck and ears while he lifted her up onto the desk and pulled down his pants and underwear, releasing his hard 7 1/2-inch cock. Brittany laid on her back on his desk and spread her legs apart as Mr. Stanley insert his cock in her pussy. He took hold of her hips and started ramming away at her pussy.

“AAAAAAhhhhhh,” moan loudly Brittany.

“Shhhh girl. You have to be quiet,” said M. Stanley covering her hand with his left hand while his right hand squeezed and fondle her wet breasts as they started to bounce up and down from his pounding.

Mr. Stanley stuffed her pussy with his whole cock and started fucking her pussy faster and faster. Thrusting harder and harder deep inside. His sweaty balls pounded against her pussy, as he was nearly balls deep within her cunt. Sweat roll off Mr. Stanley’s head as he buried his face once again between her bouncing breasts. Loving the feel of her sweaty breasts beating his head as he thrust in her pussy.

Brittany locked her legs around his waist as Mr. Stanley started going faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. He could feel her pussy tighten around his hard cock. Her pussy juices flowing out onto the desk and on his balls.

Mr. Stanley lifted his sweaty head up and looked at Brittany’s face as her eyes were rolled in the back of her head and her mouth open beneath his hand, mustering small moaning noises. Her mammoth started rolling around on her chest and beating into his. Brittany came as Mr. Stanley started slowing down and using long powerful thrust to finally reach his climax and blow his hot load into Brittany’s hot cunt.

“Hmmmmm,” moaned Mr. Stanley, emptying his nut inside Brittany. He gave both of gigantic breasts one last sucking before letting her up.

They regrouped themselves and unfortunately, Mr. Stanley still had to send Brittany home but told her that she could return if she had the proper clothing on.

As Brittany was leaving the school, an idea pops into her head. She decided since she was going home from school, not to return today and spend the rest of the day with her new boyfriend James. James hasn’t official asked Brittany to be his girlfriend but since they had sex the other night, she figured he might as well be. She is hoping that spending time with him today would finally answer the question of rather or not the two are dating.

Brittany got in her truck and drove home. Lucky for her, her parents were at work and she had the house to herself. So she thought. As she arrived outside her house, a large Plumbering truck was sitting in the driveway, blocking her from getting in. So she parked her truck on the curve in front of the house. As she got out the truck, the noisy next door neighbor Mr. Eugene was trimming his bushes when he had spotted Brittany walking to her house. He took a deep breath and swallowed some air as his eyes were fixed on her ample breasts, bouncing and jiggling with every step she took. He felt his soft dick immediately become a hard rock.

Brittany otele gelen escort saw Mr. Eugene holding his bush trimmers, staring at her in awe and gave him a wink and a smile.

“How you doing Mr. Eugene?” Shouted Brittany waving wildly at him causing her enormous breasts to jiggle furiously.

He nearly faded at the sight as he felt his cock ready to explode out of his overalls. He gave her a small wave back as she enters her house.

When Brittany walked in she heard a lot of noises coming from the kitchen. She when to go have a look and saw a nice big ass in a pair of blue tight jeans, on all fours underneath the sink. Brittany looked down his jeans and saw the crack of his ass. The Plumber didn’t look bad from what she could tell. She left and headed to her room immediately before the Plumber even knew she was there.

Brittany got on the phone and called James to come over. Since James wasn’t in high school anymore it was easy for him to sneak away from college and see her. He said in a happy tone that he would be there in 20 minutes. She hung up the phone smiling and decided to waste the 20 minutes away by tanning outside in her backyard.

Mr. Eugene was now in his backyard, slowly trimming his bushes down to get them even until Brittany reappears on the scene wearing a small lime green bikini with a top didn’t even cover her breasts. Just her nipples and large areolas were not shown. Her lime green thong had a slit in the between her ass cheeks, showing off her amazingly pale plump ass. Mr. Eugene cut a large chunk of his bush while gazing at Brittany and her mammoth breasts that just were ready to spill out of her bikini.

She lay across a lawn chair and soaks up the sun that was beaming down on her. Mr. Eugene just stares in awe at Brittany. He never has seen a teen so bless before. Mr. Eugene actually has always been obsess sort of speak with Brittany. He knew she had a large chest but never seen them on display like he is now. His wife, Ms. Eugene came out to join him in looking at the young girl’s pale body. She looked like a candlestick lit on fire with her red hair spread out on the lawn chair.

“Hmmm Honey. She is so plump and ripe. She is ready for the picking,” said Ms. Eugene; not taking her eyes of Brittany either. Ms. Eugene and her husband have always known Brittany was blessed and have been dreaming of the day she would join them in a 3 some. Ms. Eugene felt that, that time would be soon enough.

The Plumber finally got done from underneath the sink and had happen to look outside through the kitchen window to see his employer’s daughter, tanning outside in the back with her breasts practically spilling out of her bikini top. The Plumber had no idea that his employer being her father had a daughter. He started licking his lips and felt his cock get harden fast. Watching her breasts rises and fall as she breath.

Brittany started to rub suntan oil on her neck and then bare chest. He gently rubs some on the sides of her breasts peaking from the sides of her top. Oiling her cleavage to a nice and shinny valley between her huge breasts. The Plumber just sat at the counter, watching her every move while thinking about what he could do to her if he had the chance.

Then Suddenly the doorbell rang and the Plumber didn’t know what to do so he decided to open the door. It was James.

“Hi. Is Brittany around?” James asked the Plumber and then spotting the Plumber’s massive hard on pointing through his tight jeans.

“Yeah man. She is in the backyard,” answered the Plumber nervously.

“Thank you,” replied James as he left the front door and walk all the way to the back. He hovered over Brittany who was relaxing and wearing dark sunglasses to keep the sun out of her eyes.

“Hello Brittany,” said James, lightly tracing his fingers against her arm and then moved his hand between her breasts and tracing down the slippery cleavage.

“Mmmm. JAMES!!!!” Brittany shouted immediately jumping up out the lawn chair, causing her massive breasts to spill out of her top and hug James. The Plumber couldn’t believe his eyes as her enormous titties were swinging and flopping like they had minds of their own. While she hug James, her breasts bulged out to both of their sides, letting Mr. Eugene get a good look at the monstrous basketball size shinny titties from their sides. He felt his cock ready to explode. The Misses felt his cock to in her hands and started stroking it.

“Hmmm. I know you would love to stick this hard cock between her titties wouldn’t you?” Teased the Misses while unzipping his pants and pulling his big 8-inch cock out and jerking it. Mr. Eugene felt his naughty wife jerking his cock, as his eyes never left Brittany’s giant jugs as they sway with her movements. Then his cock really got fire as Brittany sat down in her lawn chair and started unzipping James’s pants, pulling out his big hard cock. The Misses was impressive with James’s big dick and large balls that she preceded darıca escort to jerk her husband off more rapidly causing him to pre-cum in her hands.

Brittany quickly took James’s cock between her nice juicy red lips and started sucking on the cockhead. She held onto his shaft and started stroking it while sucking and licking his cockhead. James couldn’t bare to watch so he started looking into the sky while feeling Brittany’s tongue swirl and loop around his cockhead and even lick his pee hole.

“Oh my god Brittany. You’re such a good cocksucker,” moan James.

“Mmmmm. I just love your dick so much,” moaned Brittany in between sucking his cockhead and licking it. Slowly taking inch by inch of his cock into her mouth.

Miss. Eugene was very impress with Brittany engulfing James’s big dick in her tiny mouth that she got on her own knees and started sucking off her big dick husband who was horny as hell for Brittany.

Brittany let her grip of his cock go and started bobbing her head up and down it. Now squeezing hold of his firm ass while moving her face closer and closer to his pubic hairs. Soon Brittany was face deep within them while sucking his big dick to the core. Feeling his large apple-shape balls bump against her smooth pale chin. Brittany could smell the musty odor of his pubic hairs. But she was enjoying the deep down her throat. His cockhead was actually moving up and down against her back of her throat while her tongue maneuver all around his shaft to the very base.

“Ooooh yessss. Suck it Britt. Suck my cock. Hmmmm,” moaned James.

Brittany quickens the pace and started moving her mouth faster and faster around his cock. Feeling the pre-cum leak down her throat. James grabs the back of Brittany’s head and started thrusting his cock into her mouth. Literally fucking her face. His sweaty balls bounce and beat against her chin.

The Plumber was getting very excited though he couldn’t see Brittany sucking James off. All he saw was her head moving rapidly between his legs. He however was getting real good glances of her huge titties beating against James’s legs and mashing in between them. He pulled out his cock and started jerking as fast as he could.

Meanwhile James couldn’t to ram Brittany’s throat with his dick until he felt his cum ready to burst out. Brittany started gagging and choking on James’s dick. Saliva drip out of her mouth and down her chin to her heavy pale breasts pressing against James’s legs. James took the cock out from the back of her throat and started rubbing the cockhead inside her mouth and against the inside of her cheeks. Stretching her cheeks out far and wide. Then his hot gooey cum exploded into her mouth and James pulled it out to spray her face. Covering her mouth, nose, cheeks, and her forehead with his large amount of cum. He made sure his balls were completely empty onto her face. He even moved his cockhead against her face, rubbing the cum into her dove white skin.

“That was the best Brittany,” said James very pleased. “I like the new you. Using all your talents for a good cause.”

James looked over his right shoulder and saw the Plumber watching. The Plumber quickly ducks but figured it was too late.

“Come with me Brittany. Your day isn’t over yet,” said James, taking Brittany’s bikini top and wiping his cum off her face. He grabs her by the hand and leads her into the kitchen topless. Her mammoth teats sway with her steps.

The Plumber was under the sink, acting like he was working on the pines. Hoping James wouldn’t rat him out for spying on them. As Brittany and James walked in, James pointed to The Plumber’s hard on. Then he whisper something in her ear and she immediately knelt downs beside The Plumber and started to unzip his pants.

The Plumber didn’t want to piss off his boss’s daughter nor was he a fag so he let her continue to what she was doing and lay back to enjoy it.

Brittany pulled The Plumber’s big hard dick out and started stroking it up and down from the cockhead to the base. Gently smashing down on his balls with her fist up hand. Then she bends down and started licking his balls. Taking one ball into her mouth and working it with her tongue. She pop it out after a few seconds and started sucking his other ball while stroking his big dick.

James just sat at the kitchen table, watching Brittany give The Plumber a full blowjob. Even his all ready gooey cock was up and ready to go a second round with Brittany. But Brittany had her hands full of The Plumber’s hairy cock and mouthful of his equally hairy balls.

“Hmmmm,” moaned The Plumber as he relaxed his hands on the back of his head, enjoying Brittany stroking his meat and sucking his balls. Brittany let both his saliva-covered balls drop out of her mouth and took his cockhead inside her mouth. Sucking on it slowly. Savoring the Plumbers dirty smell of his dick. The guy she was sucking was pretty hairy, a little bit chubby, and not very attractive.

“That’s a good girl. Suck him all up,” urged James.

Brittany took his cockhead and started beating it against her tongue. Then pop how whole cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. She sat on her round ass and spread her legs across the floor. Her left hand started rubbing her wet and throbbing pussy through her thong while she sucks off the Plumber.

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Her story:

The cross-town bus was full and I had to stand in the aisle. I was going to visit my boyfriend for a day of sex, so I was too busy thinking about what we were going to do to find the crush annoying. But the driver was jerky and I couldn’t reach a hanger, so I was being thrown around a bit. On one particularly violent lurch I grabbed the shoulder of the guy sitting by me, and then leant against him as the bus took a corner too fast. I felt him lean into me to steady me. Without thinking I stayed resting my hip against his shoulder: it was more stable that way.

I was conscious of the heat of his body through my thin cotton dress. I glanced down, but all I could see was a head of fair hair and a white shirt. The feel of his shoulder against my hip sent me off into an erotic daydream about my boyfriend: how he would grab me as soon as I came in the door, tear off my dress and take me on the carpet. I had deliberately left off my bra and panties in order to make this process quicker: they usually got ripped anyway.

Gradually I became aware of something stroking the back of my thigh, just above the knee. kocaeli escort bayan At first it blended with my reverie but then I realised it was my neighbour; I could tell by the movement of his shoulder that it was his hand that was slowly and gently working its way up my thigh. It was in fact very erotic, and I didn’t protest. In fact my daydream grew ever more detailed and arousing.

The hand was now within an inch of my crotch. I shifted my legs apart to enable closer contact. He touched my lips and I imagined his surprise at finding (a) no panties and (b) wetness already slicking the soft folds of skin. His fingers continued their upward journey and pushed slowly but firmly into my wet slit. This was unbelievably exciting. I looked around the bus, but no-one seemed to be noticing. He must have had two or three fingers right in me, another finger touching my tingling rosebud, something else (his thumb?) gently massaging my rear entrance. Wow! I could take a lot of this! I only hoped he would make me cum before I had to get off the bus.

I stared blindly out of the window yahya kaptan escort as he worked his fingers in and out and round about, seeing nothing but visions of me and my boyfriend coupling in increasingly outrageous ways. It was delicious torture . . .

It took me every ounce of self-control to keep silent and motionless as the climax surged through me. I wanted to shout obscene things and writhe furiously on his insistent fingers. But I didn’t, and I don’t think anyone noticed as I achieved my state of bliss.

I nearly missed my stop. I had to pull free from his still probing fingers and push through the other passengers, feeling weak-kneed and remote. As the bus pulled away I stood limply and wetly on the roadside, not even catching a glimpse of his face.

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His story:

The bus was filling up but I got an aisle seat. At the next stop they were standing in the aisle. I got a little chocolate-skinned bimbo in a skimpy white dress next to me – quite an eyeful but I couldn’t see her face. Did Mr Gallant offer her his seat? No he didn’t – I gebze escort paid for this seat.

The driver must have been late for his break ‘cos he took the route like he was stock-car racing. My bimbo swayed around and clutched my shoulder. I felt her hip steady itself against me. God, she was radiating some heat!

I let my arm hang down and casually brush the back of her leg. It could have been an accident. When it happened three times and she only leant harder against me I started to stroke her thigh in earnest. It was like hot velvet, and it went all the way up! Now we both knew what was going on! I reached her red-light zone. Hey! hot honey! The girl was totally bare-assed! And wet, as wet as hot chocolate! I wiggled my fingers up into her sex-pot. This girl was no virgin, that was for sure. She was loving it all the way up!

I found her cum-button with my little finger and her asshole with my thumb, then got going with the in and out. She was so hot, drops of her cream were running down my hand. I pumped away harder, I could tell she was trying not to show any signs of what was going on. After a short while she gripped hard on my fingers and her body went rigid. A mini flood ran down my arm. She came, hard and long.

The bus had pulled up. Suddenly she broke free and pushed her way down the bus. Bye bye, hot chocolate girl, it was nice while it lasted. I looked around and carefully licked my fingers, one by one. Black treacle, yum!

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Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Whilst being gang-raped, taken forcibly by their fathers or having their dress ripped off in the shopping mall, preparatory to being openly molested by a bunch of over-heated school-boys, ranks way up there in the dream-stakes, any such reality MIGHT offer somewhat less of a rush.

Shannon though, had just the one teensy weensy daydream. To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just eighteen now, she most certainly had the body for it. Barely five-two from the soles of her remarkably pretty little feet to the part in her mop of curly light-brown hair, she weighed-in at no more than a hundred and twelve pounds. Anyone in the market for an ultimately cute teenager with probably the most appealing lips, breasts and silhouette this side of Aphrodite herself, would assuredly need to be taking a number.

Not just a pretty face, she had worked hard in her last years at school to score big-time in those final exams. This by necessity had meant just the occasional boyfriend and the even more occasional night out. She may have still been a virgin but played host nevertheless to the same hormones on active standby as most any other school-girl. What another boy was denied, her OWN fingers were free to pursue…and most nights unquestionably DID. It was at such intimate moments the specter of being tied-up and left helpless infiltrated her naughty little musings.

Todd had been in love with Shannon since her sophomore year. Something less than a forceful personality, he had watched with aching ventricular distress as a veritable procession of ‘hulks’ had offered their dubious chaperoning duties, the majority of which however had earned short-shift from the blue-eyed academic who if nothing else, knew her own mind and was not about to be pressured into any short-term relationship just for the sake of the visuals. High-school politics and student cliques had never been Shannon’s thing.

Having regarded Todd as little more than a confidante during the intervening years, she had agreed finally to a one-off date – maybe to defer the rigors of Purgatory at some later stage. She was after all, a good Catholic girl! As it turned out, she discovered she could have done way worse – HAD in fact in dates gone by. Over a period of some six and a half weeks she found herself in fully unchartered territory – head over heels in love. Todd was smiling, his fortunes had turned a complete one-eighty. It was almost enough to join the local Bible society!

Just a fortnight before she was to attend her first semester at College, they had decided to spend a romantic weekend at a mountains retreat. Todd’s father, a man of kindly disposition, had slipped his son a couple of hundred-dollar bills as they left for the car.

“Take real good care of her son,” he called after him, “She’s an angel.”

The entire journey, Todd found himself trying to repress images that for sure, his genteel up-bringing had no part in creating. Images as far removed from his established lifestyle as might be imagined. Shannon sat beside him looking out at the forested landscape in transit, holding his hand and as content in the world she inhabited as might be an oyster ensconced in its new shell.

Swinging off the exit road and into the guests’ allocated parking area immediately fronting the gothic edifice that was the “Grand Victoria,” they got out of the car and stretched. Todd flipped the trunk release and Shannon tugged out her overnight bag before reaching further-in to retrieve her boyfriend’s snap-lock. Pushing past her with uncharacteristic abruptness, he muttered “I’LL get that Shannon!” She caught what she interpreted as momentary panic in his voice.

The young desk-clerk lifted his head to attend to the approaching guests. Somewhere though, between his pre-rehearsed welcome-speech and their arrival at the reception desk, his vocal chords suffered a major operational relapse. Perhaps it was the imminency of what up until that moment was undoubtedly the best-looking girl he had ever seen. Maybe it was the brevity of that tight little skirt which was suddenly displayed in all its curvaceous limitations as she bent over quite innocently, to retrieve the clutch bag she had dropped. Of course we can’t rule out the fact either that even taking into account the tasteful nature of the blouse she was wearing, everything beneath was somewhat clearly outlined and despite the fact she needed only a modest-sized bra for her age, push-ups can do wonders and sufficient of her cleavage was still visible let’s say, to give Pamela Anderson a decent run for her money.

“I, er…that is to say The Grand Victoria welcomes you folks,” he stammered, trying to look anywhere but into those depressingly unavailable pretty blue eyes. “You have a booking?” he enquired of Todd, who was already filling out a registration form and fully aware of the effect Shannon was having on the man.

In possession of their electronic keys, they took the elevator to merter escort the third floor where adjacent suites 306 and 308 awaited their incoming temporary residents. Todd had been hoping for a shared suite naturally enough, but one glance at Shannon’s father had eliminated that little possibility, let alone any hope of his being able to persuade Shannon herself. Even his own father had said to him “Just behave son, you know what we expect of you!”

Getting on for 7 p.m. as it was, they decided to have dinner at “Cavaliers” restaurant on the ground floor with the intention then of maybe watching a movie upstairs together. With the wealth of sight-seeing planned for the following day, a real late night was not called for.

Barely twenty and not yet with the poise and worldliness of an older man, Todd raised the waiter’s eyebrow by enquiring as to whether the “Atlantic Salmon” came with chips or not. Shannon erred on the side of caution meanwhile and simply ordered a Beef Stroganoff. It was at the point Todd requested a wine-list that the waiter’s smirk intensified.

“And you both have ID yes?” he muttered deadpan. The view down the young girl’s top from right where he was standing right that second, really did compensate for the mediocre salary.

Sipping her champagne, she could feel the hot flush spreading across her face. She felt delicious. Todd smiled at her. What he was imagining would have had Shannon’s parents sprinting down to the local courthouse, organizing an AVO to be served on her companion.

Ensuring that the wine flowed in anything but moderation, Todd was heartened by the fact that Shannon’s giggles were now punctuated by the odd slurred word. That he loved her was in no doubt – who in their right mind could not? That he desired a taste of the outré in terms of amorous inclination towards his wholly innocent partner was almost understandable. The fact is, if either party had been privy to the other’s secret thoughts, they might have taken their leave of “Cavaliers” way earlier.

Back in 308, Shannon sank into the plush chair, while Todd fiddled about with the remote trying to locate the main menu.

“World Trade Center” or “Talladega Nights” Shan?” he asked.

“Whatever,” she replied, kicking her heels off. “Think maybe I need a coffee actually.” She couldn’t repress a further bout of girlish laughter.

“What you NEED is another glass of champagne sexy features,” Todd grinned. He already had the cork off the “courtesy bottle” in the fridge and was pouring them a glass each.

“Do you really think I’m sexy?’ she giggled, looking up at him, using every coquettish mannerism available to her. Todd was having a hard time, not to put too fine a point on it.

“Nooo,” she cried out as he handed her a three-quarter filled wine-glass. “I’ve had way more than I should Todd. Are you trying to get me drunk or something?”

“Frankly…yeah,” he confessed, “And yes, I do think you’re sexy Shannon. God, if only you knew…” his voice trailed off.

“Knew WHAT?’ she asked, taking the glass from his hand with no further verbal resistance.

“Never mind,” Todd muttered. “You wouldn’t wanna know.”

“Try me,” she volunteered, “I am an adult now, right?”

“That you are Shannon,” he replied, both of them then quaffing a healthy few centimeters of the highly effervescent Yellow Glen.

“Soo,” she pursued unrelentingly, “What IS it you had in mind for me Todd…really!”

“You know Shan…you MUST know surely?” he looked that second like a small boy who’s mother was asking him what he wanted for Christmas?

“Ohhh THAT,” she smiled up at him, fully aware he had an unrestricted view from that angle, of her cleavage, maybe more. “Well you know I just don’t feel ready yet…I’m still only eighteen don’t forget!”

“ONLY eighteen?” he almost choked. “Most girls at school have lost their virginity by ninth grade these days…You can’t blame me for like, “wanting to?”…I mean, I really love you Shannon and well…it’s driving me crazy.”

Taking first one more sip of the champagne for support, she put the glass on the table. “I know Todd. Truth is – I think about it myself too.” She blushed brightly in both cheeks at the thought of what she really did think about. “I suppose I’m just a bit scared….and drunk now,” she added giggling anew. “It’s all your fault!”

“Well hey, why don’t we take advantage of that little eventuality Shannon?” he smiled broadly, standing in front of the chair and holding both arms out to her?

“Tell you what,” she teased, pulling him towards her. “I’m feeling so light-headed I really should go to my own room now, but if you promise to behave Todd, I’ll sit on your lap while we watch Will Ferrell… Deal?” Clearly, her vocal delivery was worsening.

“Deal,” he replied with but hesitant conviction. Scooping her up, Todd sat down in the chair and booted up the credits for “Talladega Nights”, The sensation afforded bayrampaşa escort him by the placement of Shannon’s warm body or more relevantly, curvy little rear-end in his lap, didn’t bear mention.

Eighteen-year old girls for the most part, do not only feel nice, they smell nice. Shannon bless her push-up, exuded what you might term the ultimate in desirability. Not ten minutes into the movie and having almost emptied their glasses again, the duo’s on-site inhibitions were further on the wane. Nothing like a glass or five of champagne to boost the pioneering spirit.

Barely had Ricky Bobby nailed his first NASCAR preliminary, when Todd’s arms had eased their way north and were even now nudging their own red-line at the lower onset of Shannon’s 32B under-lifter. If she noticed the approaching invaders she was making no mention of the fact. Todd glanced across at the snap-lock case on the bed. “Realistically what are the odds?” he asked himself.

As the accumulated alcohol made its acquaintance with the young girl’s passing red and white blood cells, concentration became uniquely difficult, even to the point that with Todd’s right hand now bravely encircling her left breast, the best she could come up with was a fresh set of giggles and a non too clear, “Tha’s naughty Todd.” He definitely had in mind to be naughtier!

Cupping her right breast equally delicately, he gently squeezed the contents of both palms. Shannon began wriggling perceptibly on his lap in what Todd took to be pleasured acquiescence as she brought her own small hands up on top of his. As his fondling took on a more intense aspect, the slightest of soft sighs became audible from the lips of the semi-conscious teenager. “Mmmm” she purred.

With each gentle squeeze, the contents of that hot little bra were displayed to even greater advantage. Just one button freed-up might permit a viewing window that had the potential to disclose one or both nipples he realized.

“Wha…what are you doing Todd?” she struggled to get out the words. She brought her hand up and pulled his away from its designated task.

“It’s OK Shan,” he cajoled, “Just let me…I promise I won’t try anything else. I only want to make you feel good.”

By this time, he had not only the button undone but his right hand had slipped well inside her bra. Although this eventuality restored a degree of awareness in the girl’s mind, the feeling of a man’s hand fondling that which no other had ever encroached upon, tended to anaesthetize her alarm buttons. Basically it felt so good she wanted more.

Todd was losing his grip on reality. His every instinct was to rip that flimsy little top to shreds, lose the skirt and toss her on the far bed. The rest would take care of itself. Oddly enough, Shannon’s senses were running amok also. All she was imagining was Todd ripping her skirt and top off, tossing her on that far bed and spanking her stupid. Had they known, they could have saved each other a lot of time by comparing notes!

The romantic tableau started moving away from the typical Cary Grant/Deborah Kerr scenario to more a Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky aspect, at the point Todd’s right hand located the hem of Shannon’s skirt and the relative ease with which he was able to tug it higher. Shannon registered some token resistance with a lethargic “Not up there Todd,” but somehow in the translation it came across as “Ohh yess – right up there please Todd.” Either way, once her hot little matching-green panties were exposed, highlighted let us assume unintentionally – by a few strategic hip wriggles, neither participant was complaining.

Will Ferrell was long forgotten. The wholly entrancing view of Shannon’s now totally exposed panties as they curved down between her thighs, was feeding Todd’s arousal. His fingers, depressing the full extent of her vaginal cleft, was feedings hers. Heavy as the young girl’s breathing was, his was louder. Able to feel the moisture seeping through the absorbent cotton, Todd’s higher logic circuits were sinking fast in a morass of lustful indulgence. Simply the sensation inherent in fondling Shannon’s breasts and nipples was bequeathing his peristaltic rate a turbo boost.

For her part, Shannon was losing it. Her respiratory rate right off the graph and her sighs peppered now with bona-fide moans, she was fully unaware of even parting her legs to accommodate his inbound fingers. This wasn’t petting, it was fully fledged anarchy.

So far down his lap had she slid, a gap had opened up between the waist-band of her panties and midriff and thus Todd did what any guy in his achingly fortunate position would have done. He slipped a hand down that narrow channel, finding a world of soft downy hair on site, that if not exactly a welcome-mat, offered undeniable tactile benefits.

“Please, not INSIDE my panties Todd,” she gasped, almost fully sobered up by this latest turn of events. She made as if to retrieve his hand but Todd perhaps çapa escort sensing the urgency of the situation, pulled Shannon on to her side and began to kiss those warm lips with frenzied zeal. It worked, she put her arms around his neck kissing him in return and completely yielding up her body to his touch. Able now to not only reach the remote heat-source between her legs, but to penetrate her vaginal defenses with an eager finger, she was lost for all money.

Moans begat moan as Todd upped the speed and depth of penetration. His own needs were distressingly apparent and had Shannon not been so absorbed with her own orgasmic progress, she may have realized what that hard ‘ridge’ beneath her hips was exactly! Increasing the pressure on her clitoral nub then certainly paid dividends. With a convulsive cry of pleasured release, the girl’s body shook and her wide-eyed gasps left no doubt in Todd’s mind that he had obtained a pass-mark for his concerted effort.

Pulling the hem of her skirt back down and doing-up her blouse, went some way to restoring the young girl’s dignity. Disengaging herself from his lap she walked across to the bed and sat down on the edge of the coverlet, hands folded demurely in her lap.

“That was very naughty Todd,” she muttered, “You took advantage of my er… condition!”

“I can take even greater advantage of it, if you’d like,” he grinned. “C’mon Shannon, you’ve driving me insane here.” His hand strayed subconsciously to his own lap. She looked away….but thought plenty! Her body was still leveling itself out from the orgasm, yet try as she might, those self-generated images of being restrained and swatted by Todd, refused to fade-away.

For his part, all Todd was thinking right then, was how unutterably hot and vulnerable his sexy little girlfriend would look tied up there fully helpless on that bed. There was never going to be a more opportune moment. He stood up and moved across to the suitcase on the far table.

“Close your eyes Shannon,” he called back to her. “Got a surprise for you…and no peeking right?”

“Is it a good surprise?” she giggled.

“Oh, the best,” he replied. “Something I’ve wanted to give you for quite a while.”

As Todd raised the lid of the case she couldn’t control her curiosity, trying her best to see what it was his body was obscuring. He looked around.

“No peeping Shannon, I told you! Now, be a good girl and lie on the bed face down…and wait for me.” Obediently she did as he requested.

Removing the items from the case he sidled across to her prostrate form. In terms of sheer desirability, that murderously hot little body rated big-time. Her slim waist, pronounced hips and way curvacious bottom, and all topped-off by that most tantalizing of feminine aspects – bare feet!

“What are you doing Todd?” she cried out as he drew both arms up behind her.

“Something I think you’ll really enjoy Shannon,” he answered, looping the rope around either wrist.

“You’re TYING ME UP???” She gasped, jerking her head around in shocked disbelief. She wasn’t too sure whether to laugh or scream. This had to be a joke surely? “You’re not going to spank me are you Todd?”

“Well now Shannon,” he grinned, “I really hadn’t even thought of that…but now you mention it!….”

“Please noo, don’t Todd,” she begged. C’mon, untie me and lets each just go to sleep in our own rooms, it’s really late.”

Perhaps her half-hearted appeal sounded what it was – an obligatory cry for help rather than having any purposeful expectation of release. Maybe Todd was so fully committed to his task, nothing short of a SWAT team was going to deflect him from his intended purpose.

Her wrists bound tightly now, she could do little to prevent Todd maneuvering her struggling body across his lap, right there on the edge of the bed. She didn’t even have time to prepare herself.

His first spank, somewhat of an exploratory nature, caught her fully unawares. “Ouch” she cried just seconds up front of a secondary assault on her tail-feathers. Todd had to admit to himself that any and all pre-conceived images of such behavior fell far short of the reality of seeing her taut little rear-end reverberating from the punishment at hand. The third spank not only hurt like hell, it made her nipples tingle with unforced pleasure.

“Am I the world’s greatest slut?” she pondered momentarily.

Smoothing his hand across her bottom, Todd allowed himself the luxury of reaching beneath her with his left hand and cupping an obliquely sexy little breast. She gave a gasp of shock but was denied the time to lodge any vocal objection by way of a fourth spank that had her arching her back in discomfort.

“That really hurts Todd,” she cried. To a degree, the hand fondling her breast was lessening the pain – maybe it was just distracting her. Either way, she wriggled about on his lap in exaggerated discomfort.

“Yeah? Well that’s why we spank little girls Shannon,” he laughed, “Makes them into better and more obedient little girls doncha know?”

The game turned marginally serious at that point with Todd wrenching her skirt higher, completely exposing her panties both to his needful gaze and his descending palm.

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He worked at a nearby business and a daily regular at Smokey’s Diner, the type of customer who was every restaurant owner’s dream. He never gave anyone trouble, ordered the same menu items, was friendly with the staff, and always left generous tips.

One waitress, Bobbie Jo, was his favorite. She was definitely his type. In a world of women who were diet-conscious and looked more like adolescent boys than “real” women, he found Bobbie Jo stunning. He guessed her dress size as a 14, maybe 16 maximum.

Bobbie Jo’s curves didn’t go unnoticed, and he always made a point of sitting in her section just to look at her, always lost in lustful thoughts about things he could do to her in bed…or maybe other places.

He remained friendly with other waitresses but always made a point to flirt with Bobbie Jo. Sometimes she looked down and blushed; other times she flirted back, often bemused as to why such an attractive man bothered with her when there were far more beautiful women working at the diner and probably had a gorgeous wife or girlfriend waiting for him at the end of each day.

Of course, he always left her a large tip, sometimes worth more than his lunch bill.

He sometimes sat the front counter and chatted with Smokey on Bobbie Jo’s days off. During one of their conversations, he asked the jubilant owner about her. Did she live nearby? Was she married? Did she have a boyfriend?

“She lives about fifteen minutes from here,” Smokey replied. “She ain’t married and far as I know, she’s not seeing anyone. Why, you interested?”

His blue-green eyes knowingly sparkled. “I may be.”

“Well she’s on tomorrow’s schedule. Make sure you stop for lunch. She’ll be working her regular section near the back rest rooms.”

“Thanks, kağıthane escort Smokey.” He paid the check and left the usual tip. “I’ll be in same time tomorrow.”

***

He finally got up the nerve to make a move on Bobbie Jo one afternoon after he’d gotten off work early. He spotted her taking a break and heading toward the restrooms. He waited a few minutes before following her, focused on making at least one favorite fantasy about her come true.

***

She had finished freshening up in the ladies’ room and prepared to leave when she heard someone turn the knob and gasped when she saw the face of her best customer enter and lock the door behind them.

His eyes fell on her and every bit of passion and desire he’d ever felt for her hit him in an instant. He studied every inch of her generous, full body. Her shoulder length black hair was put up, a few stray tendrils escaping and resting on the back of her neck.

As his eyes locked on hers, he stepped closer and continued to admire the beauty in front of him. The uniform she wore failed to conceal what he viewed as her true sensuality.

“My God, Bobbie Jo,” he said softly. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“Are you blind? There are far hotter girls out front than my fat ass.”

He took her in his arms and smiled. “I happen to love that ass. Why do you think I sit in your section all the time?” he whispered, lips lightly touching hers as he spoke.

“Prove it to me.”

“Oh, that’s exactly why I’m in here.”

He lowered his head and covered her lips with his, pulling her even closer than before and engaged her in a deep passionate kiss. Feeling the heat from her body, he felt his arousal straining through the rough fabric of güngören escort his jeans.

Bobbie Jo giggled. “If you’re already that hard, mister, I’d like to see how you are after a bit of teasing.”

His breath became ragged as she removed his shirt and kissed her way down his torso. “Not…fair…baby…”

She giggled again and reached the zipper of his jeans, undoing them. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them as she removed her top and bra. She then slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and yanked them to his ankles.

He stopped her long enough to forcefully push her against the wall, pinning her with his nakedness.

He began to trace small circles with his tongue on the delicate skin of her neck and breasts, reached around to hike up her skirt and slid down her panties, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness and sending shivers up her spine.

It was now clear he wanted her. She reached out, grabbed his throbbing cock, and began to rub the head with her soft fingers.

A moan escaped his lips, letting her know he was more than ready for her.

“Not yet, honey,” she purred and began sliding down the wall, her back still against it, until she squatted in front of him.

He then felt her hot breath on the head of his erection and closed his eyes. Bobbie Jo’s soft tongue lightly flickered across the tip, teasing him. He felt his knees begin to buckle when she swallowed the entire length and sucked him with enthusiasm.

“I can’t take much more,” he groaned. “I want you so much.”

She stood, opened her legs wide, and pulled him against her. “Do it. Fuck me now.”

He entered her in one swift motion and they began moving together slowly at first, and then esenler escort more vigorously. Each stroke became harder, rougher, more intense. The look of sheer ecstasy in Bobbie Jo’s eyes and her soft moans made him thrust even faster and harder until she cried out in orgasm.

His own climax was drawing near, but didn’t want the moment with her to end so soon. He slowed his strokes for several minutes before again speeding up when the inevitable couldn’t be avoided any longer.

“I’m so close, Bobbie Jo,” he panted. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

“Don’t hold back,” she growled. “I want to feel you come.”

“Oh, God!” he screamed as she felt the beginning of his release. “Oh fuck YES!”

Feeling him come deep inside her sparked Bobbie Jo’s final orgasm, and her body still trembled as they collapsed against each other.

“Damn, I never thought fucking in a public bathroom could be so damn hot!” he said after catching his breath. “You’re definitely sexy as I always imagined.”

She quickly cleaned up and dressed while giving him a sensual grin. “I could say the same about you.”

“So you’ve thought about doing something like this too?”

“Maybe, but assumed you had a beautiful woman waiting at home and were flirting with me just to be polite.”

“Guess you assumed wrong, baby.” He kissed her cheek and tucked a $20 bill into her cleavage. “You’ve earned yourself an extra tip today. I wrote my number on there, so don’t spend it yet.”

“Thanks…”

“By the way, where the hell are my manners? I’ve been having lunch here forever and just had the best sex of my life, yet never introduced myself. I’m Thomas.”

She felt flush. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you.” He patted her ass. “I left another tip on the table. See you tomorrow, sexy, if not sooner.”

Bobbie Jo studied the bill with a phone number Thomas scratched on it after he left the rest room.

I’ll definitely call him tonight after work, she thought with a wicked grin.

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I kneel at your feet, my hands on your knees, and slowly spread your legs. Your beautiful cock nestles there above your balls, flaccid and flopped to one side, recumbent. As you reflect on what I’m about to do, it stirs slowly, awakening, extending ever so slightly, the head of it emerging from its thick hood of skin. I contemplate how it looks like a large pink snail sliding out of its shell.

My hands move slowly up over your thighs, the dark hairs rasping against my palms, until my fingers skirt your genitals. Your cock is now semi-erect. It gives a brief twitch and springs up in front of my face as if to greet me.

‘Hello there,’ I say back, and give it a little kiss – right on the tip.

I grasp the base of your penis with my fingers and apply a little pressure. This makes it swell even more; it hardens and stretches out, the bulbous head gleaming like a piece of polished, coloured marble.

Overwhelmed by a sudden desire to have you in my mouth, I sink my lips down upon it, swallowing it all in one go. My nose nestles into your coarse pubic hairs and I can smell the musky scent of your balls rising from below. I love that smell: the thick, pungent odour of sex. That smell can fill a room. It can permeate your clothes and let everyone know you’ve been fucking. Right now this smell is filling my nostrils, sending tingles through my nipples and down to my pussy.

You push your hips upwards slightly, and I feel your cock pressing at the back of my throat. Don’t worry, I’m too experienced to gag. When I pull you out of my mouth the whole shaft is wet and glistening, completely coated with my clear saliva. I use this to wank you, rubbing up and down the whole length of your beautiful cock.

‘Is that nice?’ I ask, a naughty smile on my lips.

You merely nod in reply, then guide my mouth back to your prick. I take it between my lips again, all the way down to your balls. I delight in the way your fleshy hardness completely fills my mouth, warm against my tongue and cheeks. With the entire length of your cock inside my throat, I lick around your balls and aksaray escort realise that you’ve very recently shaved the base of your penis. The skin there is smooth and fragrant. I grasp this area with my fingers, touch its velvety softness. I then start sucking you slowly, moving my lips up and down the shaft, gripping you firmly at the base. I glance up and see that your eyes are closed and that your face is relaxed in an expression of total bliss.

Do you like this, then? Do you love the sensation of my warm, wet mouth fucking your cock? You must be enjoying it, since you’re unbelievably hard and throbbing; your prick is like a rod of iron, ready to shoot its molten heat inside my waiting throat. But not yet…

We’ve only just started.

I take your penis out of my mouth and admire its length and thickness. It is covered in a shining layer of my saliva, which catches the light attractively and gives it a delightful sheen. I lean forward and run my tongue from bottom to top, pausing to lick around the helmet before following the thick underside back down again. I do this several times, using a tight grip to keep you fully erect, and then focus my attention on your glans. There is already a big, clear droplet of pre-cum welling up in the little eye of your helmet. I lick this away, tasting its salty cleanness, then start sucking the tip of your penis alone, using my tongue on the underside to stimulate you. With my right hand I wank you off, tugging back and forth on the rock hard shaft as it strains in my tight grasp. My long blonde hair cascades over your right thigh; you react as it tickles your skin delightfully. To your alarm it falls forwards and obscures my face for a moment, but don’t worry: I use my spare hand to tuck it back over my ear. Is that better? Can you see what I’m doing more clearly now? Good. I can continue.

I bet you want to come in my mouth, don’t you? Is that what you’re thinking about? Do you want to see those warm, pearly jets squirting over my tongue, only for me to swallow it all for you? Okay, then. You just keep thinking about fatih escort that while I suck long and hard on that lovely hot cock of yours…

I’m working faster now, rubbing and sucking with greater speed and passion. My mouth is wet and warm around your throbbing shaft and I occasionally use my teeth to send a tense thrill coursing through your body. With my left hand I massage your balls, which have tightened and formed a hard bunch underneath your penis. I scratch them gently with my nails, caressing the downy hair that covers them, before running my fingers downward to play in the sensitive area around your asshole. My unexpected touch in that most intimate of places makes you react and twitch in my mouth, and you move your hips slightly to encourage me further. Taking my cue, I push one fingertip carefully into the opening of your anus. It’s dry and a little stubborn, so I have to work my finger gently inside. It doesn’t take long. When the little mouth of your ass opens for me, I slide my finger inside, right up to the knuckle. The sensation of it makes your cock even harder — if that were possible — and I feel it pushing insistently at the back of my throat.

All the while I’ve continued sucking you, working my tongue and saliva around your shaft and waiting for that tell-tale stiffening that precedes the male orgasm. The finger in your ass has certainly spurred things on. I can feel you writhing on the bed and can hear you moaning in pleasure. Right now my eyes are closed because I’m concentrating on the twin task of sucking your cock and fingering your asshole, but I can imagine what you look like in the throes of ecstasy.

I’m pretty wet now myself, and can feel the moisture forming on the outer lips of my pussy. I want to touch myself so badly but want for a free hand. I’ll just have to be satisfied with the sensation of the cool, summer air against my slick vagina, waiting until I’ve taken care of you first.

Finally, I sense that you’re about to come. Your cock has achieved unbelievable stiffness and has that quality I recognise as nişantaşı escort being immediately pre-orgasmic. I increase the speed of my hand and the up-and-down motion of my bobbing head. I suck harder. My finger curls upwards to press on the soft wall of your anus. I flick my tongue against the underside of your shaft and helmet.

I expect you’re gripping the sheets with both hands now, right? Eyes closed, teeth clenched, face screwed up in pleasure? I bet your toes are tingling, too. And your nipples. Oh, yeah… I reckon you’re just about to come, don’t you?

I’m right. I know exactly when Mount Vesuvius is going to erupt. On the last upward movement of my head I pause, the tip of your cock at the front of my mouth, and wait for the explosion of hot come over my tongue. My timing is absolutely spot-on. Right on cue, you shoot a thick jet of semen into my mouth that is so powerful it hits the back of my throat. This is followed quickly by another, and another, as your gushing member keeps unloading into my waiting mouth. I don’t swallow yet, just collect the pool of semen at the back of my tongue until you’ve finished.

My, what a lot of sperm! By the time I’ve squeezed out the last drop my mouth is absolutely full! Carefully, so as not to lose any of your precious semen, I remove your penis from between my lips and hold your come in my mouth, cheeks bulging. I swish it around, savouring its tangy, salty taste. I hold my mouth open so you can see it, gargle playfully and laugh, almost letting it slip out. Silly girl! Just be sensible and swallow it! And so I do just that, enjoying the feeling as your load slides down my throat like a large oyster.

‘Ahh!’ I say in delight, and stretch out my tongue to show you it’s all gone – like a good girl.

Your sperm has coated my tongue, the inside of my cheeks and throat, and its tanginess lingers in my mouth. Like most semen it has a minty aftertaste. I notice that you’re going limp in my hand, your penis flopping to one side like a drunken homunculus. A dribble of clear semen runs down the back of my hand and I bring it up to my mouth to lick it up eagerly. Then I take your deflated cock between my lips again and suckle lovingly on it, tasting the last remnants of your sperm on my tongue.

‘Mmm,’ I say as I slip a hand downwards to touch myself.

Now it’s my turn!

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My name is Patricia Ash and I am an amateur writer and journalist. A five-foot-ten, black-haired, brown-skinned, green-eyed Black woman from Detroit. My private life sometimes resembles my professional life. I’m very much into sexual extremes. I like to be taken roughly by my lovers, whether male or female. I also like to take my lovers roughly too, courtesy of my ten-inch strap on dildo. Many men and women have become acquainted with it over the years. It’s like a part of me. I never go anywhere without it.

I remember some of my lovers. A particularly memorable one was Karen Salter. A tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed California gal with the face of an angel and the body of a supermodel. Karen had made a name for herself as a member of UCLA’s brand new women’s wrestling team. She came from an athletic family. Her father and three brothers had all been collegiate wrestlers and football players. This gal was very passionate and energetic. A real alpha personality. What surprises people is the fact that she had a passion for being completely dominated.

Yeah, we were dating when she revealed this hidden eroticism to me. I took her home and we had a lot of fun. We took a shower together and she kissed me passionately and I stroked her. I slid my fingers into her pussy while licking her breasts and sucking on them. She moaned in pleasure. I had her cum who knows how many times when she told me what she wanted. I smiled and excused myself. I went to my bedroom and took my strap on dildo from my erotica drawer. I grabbed a bottle of lube and then went back to the shower.

Karen was waiting for me, a smile on her pretty face. I smiled too. It’s not often that I get to dominate a six-foot-two blonde Amazon with a body that Olympians would envy. We resumed kissing, and I continued to eat her out. I love eating box. Almost as much as I love sucking cock. Hey, I don’t discriminate based on gender. I prepared Karen for what was to come. She told me that she was no stranger to anal sex. Steve, her regular boyfriend, a handsome African-American basketball player from her college campus had relieved her of her anal virginity a long time ago. She simply had never done it with a woman.

I was happy to be her first. I spread those lovely butt cheeks of hers and began licking taksim escort her ass. Karen moaned as I slid first one then two fingers into her ass. She begged me for more. I lubricated my fingers and fucked her with them. She cried out in pleasure. I continued to fuck her ass digitally until she begged me for the strap on. I smiled, and whipped her around. I placed my lubricated dildo against her butt hole, and pushed. Karen did not scream as my dildo went up her butt. Instead she pushed back that fabulous behind of hers, begging me for more. I held her by the hips and thrust into her. Slowly, I went deeper into her. She screamed in pleasure. That’s when I went to town on her. I simply let her have it. I fucked her ass with my dildo, hard. Screaming and thrusting, we went at it until we both came, and lay exhausted but more alive than ever on the shower floor.

To date, I’ve never heard so much cussing in my life or so many loud screams of pleasure. Karen was the most vocal lover I’ve ever had. We had a lot of fun together. Karen the bisexual female athlete from the University of California. One of my favorite lovers. Still, variety is the spice of life, I say. I had someone else on the side. A tall and very good-looking Black man named Leroy Johnson who worked for the California Highway Patrol as a State Trooper. He was a very cool, surprisingly open-minded and deeply passionate man. We had a lot of fun together.

One night, I brought Leroy home for an evening of fun. I wanted a piece of this six-foot-three, 230-pound Black stud. We had a lot to drink and I was feeling particularly horny. That’s when all the craziness started. One minute, Leroy and I were making out on the couch and the next, we were naked in my bed. He was lying there, looking so sexy. I found him so handsome and sensual but at the moment, his cock looked more interesting than any other part of him. Like I said, I was horny. He had a long and thick, hefty cock. Uncircumcised. A rare but wondrous find. I prefer my lovers, both male and female, to be completely natural physically. Fake people don’t interest me.

As I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, Leroy gently stroked my head. I felt like smiling, but of course I couldn’t. I sucked his cock and flicked my fatih escort tongue over his massive balls. He was a very well-endowed man. I sucked him until he got hard as steel. I definitely wanted to see what he could do with that fabulous cock of his! I felt like doing something freaky all of a sudden. I took a condom and put it on him, then I sprayed it with lube from my nightstand. Leroy asked me what I was doing. Always more of a shower rather than a teller, I grinned and winked at him.

I crouched while facing away from him. Taking his cock in my hand I guided it between my butt cheeks. Then, I gritted my teeth and braced myself for what was to come. I thrust downward, impaling myself upon Leroy’s cock. I felt his hard cock fill my ass. Yes, my ass. It hurt, but I didn’t scream. I’ve been fucked in the ass before, though never by a cock as big as Leroy. Leroy grasped my hips and thrust into me. I gently batted his hands away and continued at my own pace. Up and down I went, driving his cock deeper into my ass. Even then, it hurt. Nothing like a big cock in your ass to do contradictory things like hurting like hell while making you feel so damn good.

I was bouncing up and down on Leroy’s cock. He was rubbing my hips and thrusting into me. I had finally given myself over to the awesome thrill of being fucked in the ass. My favorite thing to do is maybe getting a big cock in the butt. There’s nothing quite like it, except maybe sticking my strap on into someone’s butt. Both male and female butts have been taken by yours truly. Yeah, that’s equally fun too. Leroy continued to poke me so wonderfully. I came, and rather spectacularly I might add. I can’t remember the last time I screamed louder. I lay in Leroy’s arms, kissing him and thanking him for letting me indulge my fantasy.

The fun thing about Leroy is that he’s very open-minded sexually. We indulged one of his fantasies the following night. first, I lay him down in bed and sucked that hard cock of his until he came. I licked his balls like they were the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Then, I got on all fours and spread my butt cheeks wide open. Leroy came up behind me and placed his cock against my butt hole. Holding me by the hips, he thrust into me. I was very eager to please fındıkzade escort him that night, so I gave him complete control. I surrendered to him completely. Leroy held me tightly and began pounding his cock into my butt. I screamed. I creamed. I begged him to stop then begged him for more. I didn’t want it to end. I loved having his cock in my ass. If having his cock up my butt was wrong, then I didn’t want to be right. Just send to anal heaven!

Later that night, we ventured into forbidden territory. Time for Leroy to try out one of my kinks. I wanted him to get a taste of my strap on dildo. He didn’t mind. I prepared him for it. I sucked his cock and fingered his bottom until he could take two fingers in his ass without problem. I was very gentle with him, and used lots of lube. My pussy was wet with anticipation the entire time. Finally, he was ready. I greased up his ass and then lubed up my strap on. Then, I took him. I pressed the dildo against his ass and pushed it inside him. Leroy gasped as I entered him. I fucked him gently.

It always bothers me when I watch or read something about women belittling their male and female lovers in domination games. I’m not into that. I don’t look down or mistreat the men and women I take to my bed. I want them to have fun with me. It doesn’t matter if they’re fucking me or if I’m fucking them. The bedroom is the fun room. Keep the pain to a minimum and the humiliation nonexistent. Those are my rules. With this in mind, I took my sweet time fucking Leroy with my strap on. I only dipped about half of my dildo into him. It was his first time and I didn’t want to hurt him. I stroked his cock while fucking him. My male lovers usually like that. I paid close attention to the expressions on Leroy’s face as I took him. When he was relaxed, I gave him more. When he looked pained or worried, I partially withdrew from him. And when he finally came, I pulled the dildo out of him and sucked his cock. Every last drop of his cum rushed down my throat. Yummy, I like!

Afterwards, Leroy and I lay in each other’s arms. Neither of us said anything. I was the first to break the silence. I asked him if he liked what we did. He said that it was okay, totally different but not something he’d be into everyday. I smiled and nodded. We had both gone far to please each other. I had let him cross boundaries I didn’t usually didn’t let my lovers cross, whether male or female. Yet somehow, this felt okay. Maybe Leroy and I had a future beyond highly sexual and extremely kinky hookups. Who knows?

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