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First of all a warning!! This is a graphic story of a sexual liaison between two consenting adults. If you are prudish or underage, then read no further. For those of you who enjoy a little erotic entertainment to pass the time, please read on.

My story is based in Paris, the city built around art, food, romance and sex, and it has never failed to disappoint me in any of those categories. This was one such visit. No excuses for it being a marathon tale, it did after all span a whole weekend, and more! So please take time out whether you are reading alone, maybe in bed with your partner, or even reading it out loud to him or her! If you’re not into a lot of dialogue, and that’s what successful relationships are all about, then this is not for you. Once again, out of consideration to the majority of my female friends, the “c” word is not used, although the ancient variant “cunny, derivative.. cunnilingus” being affectionate and more acceptable, does appear where appropriate.

Those of you who have read “24 HOURS” will recall my reference at the beginning to Lisa the air stewardess, the girl who dumped me in favour of an apparently larger appendage? Although Sue is my current partner, Lisa and I remain friends, and since reading “24 Hours” she has suggested that I tell you how we two actually met and our vibrant weekend together. Since it was such a particularly memorable time, and even Sue hasn’t heard all of it, here goes. To protect both the innocent and the less so, some names are changed but the times and locations are spot on; only the sex is expanded a little. Enjoy in your usual way, and do please take time to vote if you have the stamina to get to the end! Thank you.

*

Friday

She was checking out.

I was checking in.

If you search hard enough within the steep southern slopes of La Butte you will discover the small Hotel Cecile tucked away in a leafy square. To Francophiles this is the hill that commands northern Paris and which houses at its top the touristy district of Montmartre; all of which are overpowered by the huge white domed Basilica Sacre Coeur. Conveniently at hand on the lower slopes is the notorious Pigalle district where man may venture astray, at considerable cost, if an accommodating vagina is not available by any other means. Such solution I have never, touch wood, found to be necessary.

The upper floors of this 27 room ivy covered hideaway are blessed with bijou balconies which overlook a myriad of zinc rooftops that make up the central part of the city; the evenly conserved roofline only broken by Mr. Eiffel’s 900 foot pile of scaffolding and the nearby grim office block edifice called Tour Montparnasse. For those of you not brave enough to mingle with the hordes of multinational tourists, the latter has some good points. You will find the view from its huge flat roof just as expansive as the Eiffel Tower, much quieter and vastly cheaper. Also, as I was to discover that weekend, a good place for some private outdoor foreplay, private that is from anyone without binoculars!

As usual for the final week of the Tour de France, Paris was full, bursting at the seams; everyone in Europe it seems wants to see dozens of cyclists hurtle twice down the Champs Elysees in little or no time at all, and then all get drunk. I was in town for a different reason, the architectural practice that wisely employs me at an extravagant wage wanted me to spend a week in their Paris office, interviewing and training new staff, for which there were five applicants, also to update the branch software. There was one potential female recruit who, from her application photo, looked appealing and, always the optimistic one, I was hoping I might get to spend some quality time with her in activities where language is never a barrier! My decision to travel today was in order to get the initial interviews out of the way and enjoy a free weekend in this my favourite city.

It was around noon on this humid rainy day in July and I had, despite my regular patronage of this hostelry, just been presented with the customary detailed check-in form to complete, requesting all my personal particulars except inside leg measurement. Margitte, the attractive blonde receptionist I recognised from previous travels, possessed an inside leg that was definitely worth writing about, especially as most of it was in view where she sat cross-legged in short skirt on the other side of the glass counter. Carelessly dropping the pen on the floor revealed a tantalising view of her colour of the day! My previous attempts to date her had been fruitless, so I concentrated my attention on the conversation being carried out to my immediate left. To the best of my memory it went something like this:

“But it’s only a few hours more,” pleaded the slim red-haired guest in a faint Californian accent, her curls tied back severely into a tight ponytail.

“I am very sorry, but the room is booked.” The manager M. Plonkere (real name!) shrugged his shoulders.

“But you said they are not arriving until 7.00.”

“Mademoiselle, the room has to be cleaned, and the cleaners leave at 4.00.”

“Surely kazak escort you must have another room, for emergencies like this?”

“We are only a small hotel, we don’t have provisions for emergencies as you call it, however…” he shrugged his shoulders and turned to his beloved computer screen, “… I will try our sister hotels to see if they have any rooms, but please don’t expect anything.”

I half studied the girl while I pretended to complete my form, a scandalous idea already forming in my head, she was without doubt the most delightful female I had seen since leaving London, and she wasn’t even French!

With an exaggerated sigh I tore up my form and beckoned Margitte. “Je regret, I have made a mess of my form, can you give me another please?” She sighed in that bored Parisian style and produced two sheets just in case; meanwhile I continued to absorb the distinctly sexy persona of my neighbour. Although out of her traditional red uniform she displayed around her neck a corded badge proclaiming her to be Virgin Atlantic aircrew, and by the name of one Lisa Andrews. I put her at about 26 and 5’3″ tall. I was amazed to learn later she was actually 35.

Drumming her fingers on the counter top she turned to me, frowned and mimicked the manager’s shrug. “Merde!”

“Shit happens,” was all I could come up with, caught in the act of an admiring approval of her slender figure.

“Tell me about it, this fucking city is driving me nuts.”

“That’s unfair, it’s a lovely city… Lisa isn’t it?” I pretended to notice her ID for the first time.

She nodded. “I’ll just be glad to get back to normal that’s all.”

“I didn’t know Virgin flew to France?”

“We don’t, thank God. We put down here yesterday because of that terrorist thing at Gatwick and now all the others are shut down. I was lucky to get a room last night.” She stared at me with a puzzled expression as I looked at her blankly. “Have you been on another planet?”

M. Plonkere was tut-tutting at his computer, making a great show of pretending to be helpful. Absently I noted his oversize feet, perhaps that was where Margitte was getting it.

“When I can, I always take the train in Europe and try to avoid the news when I can. So what’s happened this time?”

“Oh, a silly woman got through security with a nail file or something, and because she is related to some Afghan terrorist, the whole bloody world comes to a halt.”

“I think it’s daft confiscating things like that because you can buy them again in Boots on the other side.”

“Tell me about it; and glass bottles which are even worse. Silly old world isn’t it?”

“So what happens now, with you I mean?”

“We are supposed to be leaving here tonight, all I was wanting was to stay in my room to shower and change. Is that too much to ask in this civilised age?” She sighed heavily and held her arms out talking loudly to no one in particular, then glared at me as if expecting a solution. I had one, but I smiled and shrugged back, my imagination now centred on her showering and changing.

“C’est la vie,” seemed the appropriate response.

By now Little Tommy was hinting that the answer to her problem was standing right next to her. I patted his head inside my pocket, reassuring him that the situation was about to be under control, just leave it to Big Tom!

I completed my questionnaire without further errors and Margitte took it with a relieved smile. “Monsieur Graham, your room won’t be ready for a few minutes, perhaps you would like to wait in the bar?” She indicated the little room immediately behind me, a place very familiar from previous romantic interludes.

Lisa was still waiting for her answer and I caught her glancing at me very thoughtfully, before smiling to herself and looking away. I tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, I’ve just had an idea. If it’s of any help, I wont be needing my room until six at the earliest, I would be quite happy for you to use it in the meantime.”

She looked me briefly up and down in a very stewardess-like way and seemed to conclude that I looked harmless enough, and muttered her thanks. “Do you mind if I wait to see if he comes up with anything first?”

“Of course not, I’ll be over there in the bar. Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh thank you, that would be lovely. Just a beer please.”

It was very optimistic of me to believe that anything might come out of this, after all I had interviews to conduct and she was due to leave that evening. But I have always believed in expecting the unexpected, and I was truly not to be disappointed. Little did I know at the time that this sexy stewardess was also secretly beginning to hope the manager would now fail in his search.

Ten minutes and half a biere later she approached my table, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“The key to your suite sir, or should I say our suite?”

“No room at the inn then?” I asked passing Lisa her drink, the brain in my groin twitching slightly in anticipation of the next chapter.

“Why does this bloody place come to a standstill just for a few istanbul bayan escort cyclists?”

Being fond of two-wheeled travel myself I guess I failed to show the required amount of sympathy, but she smiled sheepishly, her pretence at annoyance beginning to wear thin.

We clinked glasses. “Cheers. If it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be sharing drinks with the most attractive woman this side of the Seine. The name’s Graham by the way, Tom Graham.” All that was missing was the Walther PPK and the shaken-not-stirred.

“Very corny Tom. Cheers anyway. And what’s with the women on the other side of the river?”

“Give me time, I only just got here!” I explained the reason for my trip, and while I talked I took the opportunity of studying her in more detail.

“See anything you like?” she teased, locking on to my roving eyes

“Am I that obvious? I confess I only look at things that really impress me!” I smiled.

“All men are obvious, and totally transparent.”

“I guess that’s what you like about us then. You can see right through us on to the next one.”

“Exactly. You haven’t answered my question.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I joked.

“Try hard then.” Her lips curled in an impish grin that set my heart fluttering. Her hair was fringed at the front, her eyes a startling Irish green.

“Well, for a start I do like that little sexy hair tie, Rymans rubber band?”

“Sorry, fiver in Accessorize!”

Unfazed by her mockery I continued. “Your eyes remind me of a Caribbean sea.”

“Day or night?”

I grinned, treating fire with fire. “I would have to take you there to test that one out! And in your line of business those soft pink lips will have wanted to be kissed by a million travellers.”

“That’s just in just one year,” she giggled getting into the moment.

I raised the tempo. “You have the body of a nineteen year old and I have no doubt the bikini was invented just for you.”

She pulled her shoulders back accentuating the outline of her firm little breasts.

“Thank you kind sir, I never seem to get the chance to wear one now though, not on the North Atlantic run.”

“Terrible imposition on mankind keeping that all covered up.”

“You certainly now how to make a girl’s day Tom, please don’t stop.”

Encouraged, I grinned and carried on. “And as for those legs, may I just say … wow?” I had earlier digested the outline of her slender calves, her above-knee length skirt concealing most of her stocking-clad thighs. She responded by uncrossing and crossing them again in true Sharon Stone fashion but without the ultimate exposure, the hiss of nylon upon nylon playing havoc with my senses. “And by some fortune should you not leave this evening I would be most honoured if they accompanied me to dinner.”

She smiled coquettishly but answered with a question of her own.

“So what else brings you to Paris, surely it’s not all work?”

“Wine and song.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh? What happened to the women bit? Are you gay?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Definitely not, and to be honest I was hoping I had just solved the women part, or woman rather,” gazing intently into her eyes.

She shook her head slowly, with I discerned a hint of sadness. “No chance, I am flying out tonight… at least so they tell me,” she added, looking at her watch. That reminded me I had a schedule to keep.

“Anyway, joking apart, my room is all yours. I just need to dump my stuff in there and won’t need it until about six. Does that work for you?”

She nodded and we chatted about nothing in particular while we polished off our beers, then set off together to the tiny elevator. I pressed the 5th floor button, she pressed the 2nd. “Shall I bring my stuff up then? I need about ten minutes to get my bits together.”

“No rush, I need to unpack a few things myself, it’s room 512 by the way.”

“I know,” she laughed, “I saw the key, remember?”

I had barely unpacked and hung up the items that needed to decrease and was outside leaning on the balcony rail when there was a tap at the door.

“It’s open,” I called.

“Bloody hell! How did you get this room?”

“I’m a regular here and know which one to ask for.”

“It’s much smaller than mine though.”

“Doesn’t bother me, it’s the price you pay for getting a view.” I offered my hand. “Come take a look.”

I held her arm as she clambered over the high door sill, her shoulder pressing against mine as we squeezed together outside in the tiny space. Accompanying the warmth of her trim body was the heady smell of Opium that hadn’t been present before. I was beginning to wish I didn’t have to leave her here. Enjoying the temporary halt in the rain we admired the view together; I pointed out the twin towers of the Notre Dame, off to the right the Eiffel Tower shimmering in the mist, and further round to the west the modern commercial towers of La Defense. Immediately below us an old lady opened a window in her tiny rooftop apartment, glanced up and waved, grinning toothlessly at us, assuming we were lovers.

“God, azeri escort her flat looks so small. I couldn’t live in there.”

“Everything is small in Paris,” I explained, “except beds and boobs.” Glancing at her small chest I immediately regretted the comment but she decently refrained from remarking on my blunder.

“I have noticed” she grinned, glancing back into the room.

“The French do have their priorities you know!”

“Pretty sensible ones I guess.” She stared intently into my eyes as if expecting a comment.

It started to rain again so we clambered back into the room. I noticed that she leaned against me a little more than necessary as we squeezed through the narrow doorway. I had a sudden vision of throwing her on the bed, ripping aside her panties and having my wicked way with her, followed by a strange feeling she might not have objected either. She told me later that she had picked up my thoughts and would have resisted, but only a little!

“Thank you so much for the room Tom, I wouldn’t have been so bothered if it hadn’t been pissing down.”

I handed her the key suggesting she leave it at the desk when she goes, and as an afterthought produced my card. “Just in case you are stranded in Paris again, or anywhere for that matter.”

As I left with my briefcase I received an unexpected kiss on the lips, more than the perfunctory peck but not long enough to suggest anything more. However, a body-to-body hug at that moment would have proved embarrassing!

She glanced at my card. “Well, if you are ever there I could use you in Washington, those rooms are even harder to obtain!”

“I’ll remember that,” I laughed.

She was still peering at the card. “Your name Tomasino, is that Italian?”

“Yep, my mum was from Turin, my dad an Essex man.”

“I like Italian men,” she grinned as she closed the door on me. Leaving a desirable woman behind in a hotel room while I went off to work and knowing she would be gone by return, was not a rare experience for me, but under normal circumstances there would have been a considerable quantity of sex prior to my departure, so this situation felt quite strange. All the way to the office I seriously considered postponing the interviews because I had felt there was a strong spark between us. But then I did have two female candidates to consider!

**

My interviews in the Marais district were to be with two females and three males, and one of the latter didn’t show up. The position was for architectural assistant with some knowledge of AutoCAD, the computer drawing system used by designers worldwide. Technical ability aside, personal attitude was also important because the appointee would be meeting with clients in their own places of work or home. Each applicant would be invited to dinner with me in the coming week to test their social skills, if of course they passed the first interview.

As they filed into my office one after the other my mind still dwelled upon Lisa, wondering what she was up to in my room. Was she asleep in my bed, leaving her aroma on the pillow for me to savour in the night? Or maybe standing naked in the little shower cubicle soaping those petite breasts? I could just picture her tweaking her perky nipples with foamy fingers, the other hand washing thoroughly between her thighs. Little T supported a much stronger fantasy, that she might just be enjoying one of the erotic movies I had contributed to in my booking. And, unlike UK hotels, these are extremely hardcore. With those thoughts breaking my concentration most of the interviews were conducted in a pretty horny state, and increased to full arousal when the third applicant Marie-Claire blew into the room. From the start she made it quite clear she was determined to get the job and non-too tactfully hinted in a delightfully accentuated English that she was prepared to go to any length to get it; hopefully my length I thought! For the first time in an hour I stopped thinking about a certain red-haired stewardess.

Marie-Claire had all the qualifications required, so I felt fairly confident about dismissing two of the remaining applicants. Marc the remaining male was heavily into IT, so I invited him to dinner on Monday, and Marie-Claire the following evening. She was 22, tall and skinny to the point of being thin, but exuded that extreme sexual confidence peculiar to most French women. With long black hair, dark Parisian eyes and violent red lips, her tight dress revealed the roundest of asses but very little in the way of breasts. So far it didn’t look like being a tit week for me, and in Paris of all places! But her aura cried out ‘fuck me.’ I looked forward to obliging her. Tuesday. Little did I know at the time that I was the one who would get fucked!

**

Hotel Cecile is only a short walk up the steep hill from the art-deco station of Abbesses, but I stopped for a customary beer at a popular little bar half way up. Having been aroused by two females in a short space of time I was really not looking forward to spending the night alone. From Waterloo I had made some tentative phone calls to past encounters in the hope that my large Parisian bed would be put to some active use this coming week, but all were in vain, although Vanessa, an ex student friend had texted me back to say that next Saturday would work for her if I was still here. I took a rain check on that, my return ticket was for Friday.

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As this second installment of my “Truth” Series, I should explain that these stories are parts of my past life before I met my husband. I used to be quite wild. Sex came easy and was always available due to my bodily assets.

Prior Stories:

“My Experience with an 11-Inch Cock”

*

About Me:

I am 23, Korean (happily married now!) and have a body much like Kerry Marie’s. My boobs have always been the center of attention when it came to boys. My tits began to develop when I was only 9 years old. By the time I was 12, I wore a 34C bra. I actually hated it cause all the boys in school made fun of me, and all the adult men would stare. It made me very uncomfortable for much of my teen years. When I was 15, my mom and I got my first D cup bra, and by 16, I was in the double D’s. I was far bigger than any of the other girls in my classes. I was popular for all the wrong reasons too. My tits brought a lot of guys to talk to me, and a lot of girls to hate me. Since I was that age, I have always been attracted to older men. Ones that could maintain their composure while talking to me. I fell in love with the ones who respected me. My adult love life began around that time as well. I lost my virginity to a man who was 25 years my senior. He was caring and loving, and my tits were not the most important thing to him.

Over the years, I must admit that I used them to my advantage to get me things that I have wanted. On one instance, a man paid for a manicure and hair style in exchange for me baring them for his pleasure. He caressed them, sucked my nipples and wanted whatsapp escort me to stroke him of until he came on them. Hell, for the hair-do and nails, I said sure. I pulled his cock out of his pants. He was about 5 inches long and curved upward slightly. He made my cleavage slippery by spitting on it. He began to thrust between my tits as he mauled them. Just as he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock free and had me stroke him to finish. He shot about 6 or 7 times all over my tits. I sucked his cock clean and cleaned off.

On another occasion, one guy loved cumming in my bra cups then having me wear that bra as he took me. He got off on the thought that I would wear his cum. One night, I jacked him off twice. Once in each cup. I put the bra on for him, rubbing his cum into my boobs through the bra. We went out to eat with me still wearing that bra. When we got home, he made me take off the bra, and let him fuck me. Then to finish, I would eat his cum out of my bra cups as he shot his load all over my face and bra.

I dated a Man who only could get off by writing things across my boobs then cumming on them. Many times, the night would start by me baring my tits for him. He would take my lipstick or eyeliner, and write something like “SLUT”, “WHORE” or some other word or phrase that gets him off. Then he would take me, usually pretty roughly (with my consent). He liked to jizz all over the word.

There was another guy who ate his dinner off of my tits! I laid down on the table on my back. He ate mash potatoes and gravy, meatloaf, and istanbul escort bayan salad. I must admit that it was quite an erotic experience!

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had men cum on them. My tits are a favorite cum dumping ground for just about every man I’ve been with. I’ve eaten cum off of them. I’ve been center on 3 different circle jerks. The first one was 5 guys, the next was 9 and the last was 3. I can’t say I really like circle jerks. They are pretty boring for us girls. After all the guys cum, no one really is interested in satisfying me.

One of the best experiences that I had though was by a woman. I am not bisexual or even curious. She came up to me in a bar and asked if my boobs were real. When I said yes, she said she had never seen an Asian woman with such big boobs. She asked sheepishly if she might see them. It probably was due to the drinking we both had been doing, but I lifted my top. The guys in the place erupted with a resounding “TAKE IT OFF!” and they continued to chant it. She removed the top the rest of the way and them reached around my back, pulling me close to her as she unclasped my bra.

“Feels good, being the center of attention, doesn’t it?” she asked. I nodded and they told her that since she was seeing mine, I wanted to see hers too. I removed her top and bra in the same fashion. It was quite weird feeling another woman’s tits against mine, but the guys loved it! Every man with a cellphone camera was taking pictures of us. Much to my surprise, she began fondling and caressing my tits! I looked at hers as she özbek escort pulled away, and began to suck my nipples. She was probably a C cup. She was a blonde bombshell. The kind you’d see in playboy. Now, I’ve had my nipples sucked hundreds of times by my lovers, but this was different. She was gentle, soft, and knew how I liked them sucked without me trying to tell her. She felt so good. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it! After a few minutes, she stood up and put her hand at the back of my head pulling me close. I began to suck her tits right there in front of everyone! The guys were going nuts! She slowly unzipped my jeans and put her hand down my pants. She began to suck my tits again. Her hand felt wonderful as she touched me just the way I wanted it. I felt climax coming on as she fingered my pussy until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Right there in front of everyone, I came!

There have been plenty of times when I have flashed people. Usually at car shows or when I’m at bars, but the best one was when I was with one man at a hotel in Toronto. Our suite had a balcony that I liked to tan on. I was out there one morning before my man woke up and I noticed that there were about a dozen men in the office across the street staring out the window at me. I decided to be daring and give them a show. I opened my robe from the waist up and displayed my tits to them, pretending I didn’t see them there. I caressed my tits for a couple seconds and then totally dropped the robe on the ground. I put one leg up on the rail and began to masturbate for them. By the time I came, I’m sure that every man in the whole building was watching out the window at me! I guess I have some exhibitionism in me too!

Well, guys, that’s really all the memorable experiences that I have had surrounding my tits. Wish I had more, but that really is it for this topic.

See ya in the next writing!

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Having had a fair dry spell in the sexual satisfaction department, I decided to post online.

But I didn’t want the usual dick pic in the bathroom shots that the majority post. Those are a dime a dozen.

I summoned all my photographic knowledge and managed a few very nice, artistic, black and white shots, with morning sun coming in through the blinds. Full morning erection glory.

Got the usual replies from gay/bi males. Apparently the assumption is that I somehow am going to change my desires, because I must be desperate anyway for posting online.

At some point I got a compliment from a real woman. So I replied.

Nothing sexual in my response. Just some comments about the overall state of lousy photographic techniques online. And my desire to work with the correct lighting techniques, to attain a much nicer result.

And so the conversational ball got rolling. Turns out she was living about 2 hours away at the time. But she would be traveling to the area for an upcoming family event.

We set a plan to meet up. She sent me one photo of her. Blonde shoulder length hair, very pretty, heavier set, maybe 180lbs but still in my “yes” zone. I think she was about 38 at the time. I was about 45.

I’ve always been fairly slender. Never weighing more than about 150 pounds at most. So it was not unusual for women to generally be heavier than me. I think many of them have trouble with that, and always seem to seek out taller and heavier men.

Thankfully Diane was not one of them.

She was intelligent, and educated and seemed sincere about meeting. I kept in touch via email for about two weeks prior to her trip.

The weekend came and she was about to head my way. Pretty much a straight two hour ride west down the highway. We exchanged cell numbers in case she was delayed because of a flat tire or traffic issues.

I had booked a room at a decent hotel in my area. She was due to arrive around 1pm.

I always remember to check the hotel cancellation policy, to make sure I’m not on the hook, if I have to cancel the day I am supposed to arrive.

After some texts that morning, all seemed good to go for the meet up. I checked in to the room about noon. Nice room. Modern. Two beds. Top floor.

We initially decided to meet up at a restaurant for a bit to eat.

I got online and made sure the internet was working. I pulled up the map program and checked the nearby eateries.

I texted Diane, “Do you have a preference on food?”

She replied, “No. I’m not too fussy.”

I said, “Ok, well there is plenty to choose from right nearby. So we can decide when you get here.”

“That’s fine.” She said. “I’m about 40 minutes away.”

I had already showered, shaved etc, before I left the house. I turned on the a/c to get some fresh air circulating in the hotel room.

I wandered downstairs for a bit, checking out the hotel. I had not been to this particular brand before. Nice breakfast, social area. There was not much activity, since it was early afternoon.

So I went back to the room. Stretching out on the bed, I decided to look at some amateur porn. I must be an audible person. Watching it with no sound doesn’t do much for me. But when I hear a woman enjoying herself, boner city.

I checked the time. Diane should arrive in about 20 minutes.

I decided to sext her. “Do you shave or have a bush?

She replied, “Nicely trimmed, blonde bush.”

“Blonde?” I said

“Yep.” She replied.

“Sweet. I can’t wait to feel my tongue gliding over those pussy lips. My cock is getting

hard at the thought. I love to lick pussy.”

“Nice. Send me a pic.” She said.

I took a pic of my erect cock in front of a hotel brochure and sent it.

“Rooms fully equipped for the traveler.” I said.

“Fuck, your full on hard!” She said.

“Indeed.” I said. “Looking forward to watching you suck it.”

“I want that in my mouth soon.” She answered. “I’m going to be there in 10 minutes.”

“Ok. I’m going to sit here and stroke it for a bit. Then I will come meet you in the lobby.” I said.

I laid on the bed and stroked slowly, glancing at woman getting it deep on a couch on my laptop.

Diane texts me, “I parked. I’m coming up to the room. What is the number?”

“504” I reply. “Top floor. Elevators are to the right as you walk in.”

“I want to taste those delicious looking tits of yours. Nipples in my mouth.”

I get the bed straightened up. Put my laptop on the other bed, with the porn still playing. I wash my hands and hear a knock on the door.

Looking through the peep, I see a blonde. I open the door and she is wearing a long overcoat.

“Hi there.” I say, smiling. “Come on in.”

She smiles and walks in. She glances around the room.

“Nice room. She says as she walks to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

I said, “I’m going to head down one floor and grab some ice. I’ll be back shortly.”

I grab the ice bucket and take my time walking down one floor. I find the ice machine and load up the bucket and walk türbanlı escort back upstairs.

Opening the door to the room, I see Diane fixing her hair in the mirror on the dresser. She is still wearing her overcoat.

I put the ice bucket down.

Walking over to her, I hold out my arms to hug her. She does the same. I kiss her lightly on the lips. My erection is still slightly visible pressing against my slacks.

“Hi. Nice to see you again.” I say. “So what do you have a taste for? There are a bunch of casual places near the hotel.”

With that, she undoes her overcoat belt, and lets it drop to the floor. Standing before me is a gorgeous woman in sheer lace black panties and bra.

She says, “How about your cock, in me?”

“Hell yes!” I say enthusiastically.

I walk to her and immediately put my hands on her D cups. So nice. I feel her nipples through the sheer material. I pull her to me and kiss her. Our tongues waste no time introducing each other.

She gets on the bed and lays down.

I pop by button on my slacks and unzip. They drop to the floor. My erection now is pressing a very nice outline on my tight black shorts.

I climb on top of her, kissing her passionately.

“This is all part of our new hotel welcome service here.” I say, as I kiss her chest with her bra covered breasts in my hands.

“Mmm, I’m liking it so far.” She says, reaching down to feel my hard on through my shorts.

She is large but solid. Not flabby fat. Nice.

“Did my sexting distract you from dinner plans?” I inquired.

“Yes, it did.” She replied.

I kissed her again and pulled her bra straps off her shoulders. Her tits now filling each of my small hands, I suck on her large nipples. Not super pointy, but big diameter.

My cock is now in her hand. She reached into my shorts to stroke it. My pre-cum getting her hand wet.

“Let me suck that thing.” She demanded.

I moved to kneel by her and she pushed me flat on the bed. Her mouth was deep down on my shaft quickly.

She pulled off, “Fuck that’s a nice cock.” She said, as she lowered her mouth on it again.

I reached under her to feel those sexy tits in my hands. So nice.

She moaned with my shaft in her mouth, tickling my balls with her nails.

To say that it felt good would be a massive understatement. Watching her blonde hair fall down on me. I reached, and moved her hair so I could watch her suck me. Her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft and pleasuring every bit of it.

I pulled her up to me. She sat on top of my cock. It was pressing against her panties. Undoing her bra, she grabbed her tits and pushed them together and leaned over, and fed each on to me. My hands reached back and grabbed her ass. And what an amazingly firm ass it was. Solid.

“That’s what years of ballet lessons do to a girls ass.” She said smiling.

“I’m not complaining.” I said, sucking her breast deep in my mouth. Her perfume filled my senses. My cock was dripping.

She was rubbing my cock against her panties. Oh it felt good.

I pulled her down to me and kissed her deep. Then I pushed her over and pulled her panties off. I laid down, facing that sexy blonde bush. My tongue was so ready to taste her pussy. I wanted to trace every little angle.

I moved forward and let my tongue lick the entire length of her lips. She squeezed her tits as my tongue explored her wet skin. I sucked her lips into my mouth, tasting her juice. So good.

My cock was throbbing with anticipation as the tip of my tongue found her clit. My lips zeroed in on it and sucked it while my tongue flicked it. Diane was in ecstasy. Moaning like crazy.

“Oh that feels so good.” She said multiple times, as I focused on her pleasure.

I inserted a few fingers into her, while I teased her clit. Her moaning grew louder as I added pressure against her clit. My tongue circling it.

She started to hold her breath and tense. I sucked her button and really worked it good with my tongue and after about ten seconds she she started cumming.

“Holy fuck!” She said as she tensed and thighs clamped on my head.

My tongue stayed on target and she rolled and shook into another orgasm. I let up on her, licking up her juice and kissing her thighs and bush. My very first true blonde. I have to say, I definitely like blonde pubic hair.

I got up, and slipped a condom on my rigid shaft.

I was on my knees to her right as I looked at her. Her hand was on my condom covered cock. I moved my left hand to her pussy.

She said, “I want you to shoot it all over my tits.”

My middle finger slid inside her, and my thumb remained out, rubbing her clit. The combo, as I called it. G spot massage and clit massage. Few women can hold out long when the left hand gets called into action. Diane was no exception.

My middle finger pressed upwards and my thumb worked her clit. Together the combo was like winning the orgasm lotto. She started to curl up, like wanting to do a sit up. And then back down, reaching to istanbul escort grab the sheets.

“Ohhhh…ohhh…holy mother fuck…fucking…f…f…fucking hell.” She gasped. Her hands grabbing whatever bed fabric was near.

She took a deep breath and held it, tensing, neck veins popping. My thumb pressing her clit in hard massage motion and my middle finger stroking her g-spot.

A short breath out, and she shook from head to toe, and let out the most intense body writhing motion, as she came intensely.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk.” She yelled.

I kept working her pussy, and moved over. Then I took my hand out and slid my cock in, pushed her legs back and pounded her deep. My balls tight against her ass. Every inch of my cock thrusting deep in her pulsing pussy.

She kept saying “Fuck me. Fuck Me!”

I used a two second thrust timing, driving deep in her blonde box each time. She was still having orgasms. Her pussy contracting around me.

My balls tightened up and my load was ready to release.

I pulled out and quickly slid the condom off, moved up to her tits and stroked my hot jizz all over her tits and face. She was drenched in my cum, as she massaged my juice over her tits and licked it off her hand.

She took my cock and sucked the last drops from it, pulling my balls with her hand.

I let out a deep sigh as I laid down next to her. We just rested for a while.

“That was fucking hot as hell.” She said.

“Yes, it was indeed. I guess blondes do like it hot.” I said.

I glanced over at the clock.

“So are you hungry for some food now?” I asked. We can just figure on having dessert back here later.

She said, “Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. Let me take a quick shower.”

And so I laid in bed, drained, as the sound of the shower filled the room. After she was done, I hopped in and got washed.

We both dressed and got ready to go eat.

“Not bad for a random internet date eh.” I said.

Diane smiled and said, “It’s off to a very good start.”

We walked down the hall of the hotel to the elevator. Waiting for it to come up, I stepped in front of her and kissed her.

Ding. The elevator has arrived.

We walked through the lobby and went to my car. Deciding on a small local restaurant down the road about 3 miles.

It wasn’t too busy. We sat down and ordered.

As we talked, I found out she was in the media field. She worked at a radio station for a long time and now was doing some news reporting in the field.

She had lived in the area a long time. As of yet, had not married. No kids. I got the feeling she was kind of in an exploration phase of her sexuality.

We continued talking about various things. It was a nice relaxing few hours.

She had some family event to go to the following day. Originally planning on arriving at her relatives later that day.

I said, “Well you are welcome to spend the night with me at the hotel here and leave in the morning if you want.”

“I may just take you up on that.” She replied.

We left the restaurant and drove her around the local area a bit. She wanted to stop at the one craft store for something. So we went in and I wandered around, while she searched for some items.

Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel.

I went into the bath and stripped down. Put on my nice striped robe. Nothing on underneath.

I had some wine and crackers I brought. I opened the bottle and poured us each a glass into fancy plastic hotel cups.

Diane used the bath, while I flipped through cable channels on the remote. There was a movie on in a bit. One I actually had not seen. Some vampire based movie.

She came out of the bath, and was wearing an off white silk robe. Very nice.

We chatted and sipped wine. Once in a while I would catch a glimpse of her breast inside the robe.

The movie came on and we snuggle next to each other with pillows. It actually was pretty good. I think it was the first time ever I watched a full movie at a hotel.

As the credits started to roll, her hand slid up my leg, inside my robe and found my cock. Her head was resting on my chest. She felt my balls, and my shaft started to thicken and enlarge.

I switched to the music channel, as she moved lower and took my semi rigid cock in her mouth. Her attention had it fully hard in no time.

She got off the bed and went over to the round table in the corner. She moved the chair out.

“Come sit over here.” She said.

I got up and sat in the chair with my robe still on but hanging open.

“Dessert is now being served.” She said, as she carefully sat on the table and laid back. Her feet on my chair.

I moved my chair closer and pulled her to the edge.

My tongue went to her pussy and slowly teased her. I alternated kissing her thighs and teasing her kitty.

She was getting very turned on.

Standing up, I took my cock and rubbed it across her lips. From the head to the base, stroking her lips and clit with my entire shaft.

She tesettürlü escort reached down and pushed my cock down to her sweet spot. I slid it in. Bare. Stroking her very slowly, I reached up to massage her tits.

After a bit I sat back down and continued my oral attention on her sweet box. My finger slid in and slowly rubbed her g-spot again. Her legs on my back, my tongue delighted in teasing her clit.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Eat that pussy good.” She breathed.

I concentrated on her clit, and knew she was going to cum. My cock was straight up. I could feel her contract around my finger as I sucked her love button.

“Oh that’s it…right…ohhhh” She gasped.

She came hard. I put both hands on her thighs and buried my face in her pussy, lapping at it like a thirsty dog.

I got up. Helped her off the table. She kissed me hard. Tasting her pussy and grabbing my cock.

She got on the bed, on her hands and knees. Her pussy waiting for my cock. I dropped my robe.

Positioning myself, I slid my bare cock in and grabbed her hips. Fucking her slowly.

I reached forward to her shoulders. Pulling her into me.

“Oh that’s so fucking good. Fuck my pussy.” She demanded.

Grabbing her hips again, I began fucking that oh so tight blonde box harder.

“Grab my hair.” She said. “Pull it!”

With my left hand in her hair pulling, my right hand smacked her ass.

“Oh fuck. Smack it good. Fuck me hard!”

My cock was slam fucking her good. Buried in tight pussy bliss.

“Pull my hair harder!” She said.

“Uhhhh…uhhh…oh yea…oh fuck…fuck me!”

“I’m going to cum!” I said.

“Shoot me full…give it to me!” She snarled.

As she rolled into another orgasm, my cock shot it’s load into her. Her pussy milked my shaft

for all it was worth. I held her hips, my cock twitching deep in her, draining my shaft.

She fell to the bed and me on top of her. Both of us breathing hard.

“So fucking good.” She moaned.

We laid there spent for a good twenty minutes. Almost falling asleep.

I got up and showered and brushed my teeth. Flossed. I put on my normal pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

When I came out, she was still in the same spot. I walked over to the edge of the bed and bent over and kissed her back three times. She was drifting almost to sleep.

I whispered to her, “The bath is all yours.”

She got up slowly and went to the bath. I got the bed straightened up and climbed in and turned out the light. I laid my head on the pillow and sighed and smiled.

A bit later, Diane was done washing up. She got in bed. I got back up to put the ‘Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside of the door.

I climbed back into bed and kissed her gently.

“What time do you want to get up?” I said.

She sighed and said, “I set my alarm for 7.”

I kissed her cheek.

“You know I’m going to fuck you again in the morning.” I stated.

“Mmmm, I certainly hope so.” She said.

I smiled. And with that we snuggled for a while. I gently played with her tits. Lightly tracing circles around them with my fingers.

“That feels really good.” She said.

Eventually we fell sound asleep to the sound of the room a/c unit. Having the top floor was nice. Nobody stomping around late at night above you.

I woke up about 6am. Slept good. And my cock was ready for action again. I got up to use the bath.

Brushing my teeth and rinsing with mouthwash. My cock went down enough so I could pee.

I climbed back into bed and drifted off a bit again. I felt the bed move and woke. Diane was climbing back in. We both kind of fell slightly asleep again.

A door slammed in the hall waking me again. She was asleep still.

I reached down and stroked my cock lightly. It took a few minutes for it to wake. I reached down and slipped my pj’s off.

Rolling over to Diane, she was on her back, she moved a bit. I moved my right hand down to her pussy. I let my finger gently glide over her folds. After a few minutes she woke a bit more. Her pussy was getting slippery. I circled her clit with my index finger. Then I used it to pull upwards in a slow pulsating movement.

Her breathing quickened. My cock was rock hard again in her right hand now. She quivered as I slowly brought her over the edge.

I moved quickly under the sheets on top, slid my shaft into her. I moved her legs in front of my arms and drove my cock deep. Steady deep stroking. I kissed her lightly and then tensed and let my cum fill her again, draining my balls. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me as my hot cream filled her pussy.

Still sleepy and tired, I said, “Good morning.”

Her eyes barely open, she said, “Yes, it is.”

Her alarm went off after a short while. And so she got up and washed. Dressed. I laid in bed relaxed and happy.

She came over to me and sat on the bed by me.

“I am going to get going now.” She said.

“Mmm…yes. Well enjoy your day,” I said. “I’m glad you wrote me and we got a chance to meet. Maybe we can do it again another day.”

“Yes, maybe.” she said. “I had a very nice time. Thank you.”

And she bent down and kissed my cheek, and off she went.

I laid there thinking for a while. Then hearing enough activity in the hall, dragged myself out of bed and into the shower again.

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She was going mad. She loved her husband but six straight weeks of 16 hour days had left him far too exhausted to take care of her needs. She was getting desperate. It was an aching hunger, a fire between her legs that made her squirm in agony, longing for a really, really good fucking.

She knew her place. She was 5’10” tall with a dancer’s lithe body and beautiful legs. Her dark brown hair fell well below her shoulder blades in thick, luxuriant waves and her forest green eyes were captivating. Her husband had married her because she was beautiful…a perfect trophy. Her life was good—a brand new beemer, a huge house, vacations in Paris and Rome. A husband who deferred to her every whim out of guilt over his long absences.

She wanted something…different. Something that wasn’t so squeaky clean and lily white. She wasn’t sure where she was going to find it but she knew it had to be done.

But she didn’t want to go about it the way that everyone else did—spending time in dirty smoke filled bars with drunken louts who pawed at the tits of any whiskey soaked whore who came their way. She was a lady. She wanted to be conquered by the secret beast. The man who wanted nothing more than to mount her and rut until he coated her womb with his seed—but controlled himself and just smiled as he walked by. A different, more subtle approach was needed.

She tested various hunting grounds: the supermarket, the drug store, the pet store. Wearing various high hemlines and low necklines, she would find men who appeared to be single and catch their eyes. Once they noticed her, she’d make her way into their aisle and wait until they were along before bending over as far as she could to “look” for something on the bottom shelf, exposing dewy, puffy pussy lips that begged to be touched. Without fail, the men would stare, dumbfounded at her audacity and grateful for the show but none of them dared to approach her.

Late one night, while her husband was away on another business trip, she’d realized she needed more vodka. Throwing on one of her short dresses, she headed down to her local grocery store for once not thinking of catching someone’s eye.

The grocery store was empty except for the female cashier and one older security guard at the back making sure underage drinkers didn’t lift anything. Anna made her way to the Vodka aisle, keenly aware of the older gentleman’s eyes on her sweet, young curves. Against her will, her pussy started to get moist at the thought of showing off for someone as she bent at the waist, the hem of her dress raising well above her juicy lips and giving the guard a nice peek. She eve gelen escort could tell by his sharp intake of breath that he’d seen what she was offering up to him from down the short aisle and could hear footsteps coming up behind her.

“Excuse me, Miss, he said, clearing his throat, “Can I help you find something?”

She straightened up and turned around, making sure to look up at him with her huge, innocent looking eyes. Biting her lip lightly, she said “My husband’s away on business and I…I just needed to something to make the time pass faster. Do you have any suggestions on a good Vodka?” She smiled arrogantly, her eyes dropping down to his quickly stiffening cock.

“Well, Miss, I have to be honest: they keep the best stuff in the back and put it out on Thursday’s, for the weekend. If you wanna follow me, I can show you where it is and maybe you can grab a bottle for yourself.”

She looked back up towards the cashier and he answered her silent question. “She won’t bother us—we don’t have to close for another 3 hours. She has to stay up there and I have to stay back here. Most days, we barely see each other.”

She liked the little hint of a pot belly he had and his greying, thinning hair. He was ordinary…not ugly, not gorgeous just…a guy. A guy who wanted to fuck her so badly, he was risking his job and, she thought, as she noticed his wedding ring, his marriage.

He led her further back into the store, passed the dairy shelves and through the huge double plastic doors that led to the dark world of stacked boxes, concrete halls and exposed pipes that served as the backrooms. Right, left, straight, left, right…she followed him down a seemingly endless maze of hallways to a small room where cases of high quality Vodka sat on pallets.

“Oh, thank you!” she said, throwing herself on him for a hug. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other reached down and cupped her bare ass for a moment, kneading it quickly as if he just couldn’t help himself. She pushed her ass into his hands intensely for a moment, feeling her entire ass cheek disappear in his big paw. “Ooooohhhhh,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

Wiggling out of his embrace, she walked a couple of feet into the room to the first pallet and hopped up onto the cases, spreading her long legs wide so that her open, wet, inviting pussy was at the perfect height for her security guard to ravage with his tongue.

“What do you want?” he asked, trying to figure out where the catch was.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” She asked.

“Yes”

“Are istanbul eskort bayan you married?”

“Yes”

“How long?”

“30 years”

“Do you miss young pussy? The sweetness of it? The danger of cumming inside a cunt young enough to still be bred—the cunt of a woman in her prime?”

He groaned and she watched as his cock strained against his uniform pants. She knew it had to be causing him discomfort but he just stood there, the truth of everything she’d just said shaming him.

“You want nothing more than to taste me, push my limits of pain and then pump string after string of your thick cum into my wet, waiting, fertile pussy. Isn’t that right, you filthy animal?” she said, disdain battling with pure lust in her voice as her hands needed her tits and her pussy leaked her juices all over the cardboard she was sitting on.

He looked embarrassed and shocked that she could see through him so clearly but he couldn’t stop watching her and his cock only got harder.

Turning onto all fours, she made sure the hem of her dress was pulled up over her shapely ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, she ran her fingers along her soaked slit.

“Come here, Baby…come feast on the sweet, young pussy you’ve been denied.”

He crossed the small room in two long strides, burying his face in her ass with such eagerness and hunger that she was thrust forward. His hands grabbed onto her slim hips as he pushed her opening rosebud onto his tongue, making her pussy drip and ache to be filled.

Her whimpers alerted him to the aching emptiness and he obliged her by ramming two of his thick fingers up her hot, wet cunt, making her moan deeply in response.

“Does that taste good, baby?” She asked, breathlessly

“Mmmmphhfff” he replied, lapping at her leaking cunt.

“Let me taste you, she begged as she pulled away from him, “I fucking love the way heavy balls feel In my mouth.”

Scrambling down from the cases, she hit her knees and freed his huge, throbbing cock from his uniform pants. Reaching into the opening to cup his balls, she slowly wrapped her lips around his giant purple head, tasting pre-cum already.

He was so thick she had adjust the way she took him, inch by inch, into the back of her soft throat. He uttered a low, guttural groan in the back of his throat as he took long, measured thrusts into her waiting mouth, ceaselessly pounding his dick into her pretty lips while her innocent green eyes looked up at him.

“What a filthy whore you are, he said, slapping her tits “Does your daddy know you’re so dirty?”

“No, rezidans escort sir, and neither does my husband. They’d never love me if they knew how badly I wanted to be used. What a whore I really am,” she said. She’d removed his cock from her mouth long enough to tongue his balls while giving him a reply.

“I’m going to fuck every hole you have,” he grunted, grabbing her by her hair and hauling her to her feet. Pushing her against the wall of the dank back room and holding his arm against her to limit her movement, he drug his fingers through her pussy juices and, without any warning, jammed them both into her tight ass, causing her to squeal in shock and pain.

He laughed cruelly and pulled his fingers out, then rammed them back in again. It hurt no less the second time and she sobbed with the pain of it while she felt his cock get even bigger with each sign of her helplessness.

The game had shifted on her—she’d lost control and she wasn’t sure how…but she wasn’t sorry. This is what she’d wanted. The beast. The cruel, vile animal that existed only to sate its lust and spread its seed. As she felt her ass stretch around his fingers, she realized through the dim haze of pain that his cock was slamming her cunt, the violent motions causing the juice from her dripping pussy to spatter across the cement floor.

As the pain started to subside, the full feeling of having her ass and pussy filled began to drive her crazy with pure lust. Her body started shaking from an orgasm that swept over her in one overwhelming wave, causing her pussy muscles to clamp down on the guard’s dick like a silky, juicy vice.

The Guard couldn’t hold himself any longer. He roared like a bull as he thrust deeply, one last time, into her dripping twat. His balls contracted as he painted her womb with his thick cum. She spread her legs as wide as she could, reaching around to grab his ass cheeks and push his spurting cock head into her cervical opening while he shoved his fingers as deeply into her ass as he could.

Once his balls were drained, he pushed her off his cock. She collapsed on the floor in a sweaty, pussy juice soaked, cum covered ball of exhaustion. Her long dark hair was soaking wet and matted, her dress pushed up around her hips with her DD tits pulled up over the top of the neckline. Her lips were swollen, her ass still gaping.

He grabbed her by her hair and shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. She sucked it softly, cleaning it thoroughly as it grew softer and softer in her mouth. Then she tongued his balls clean, lapping up her cum like a hungry kitten off his scrotum.

“You’re a disgusting whore,” he said, buttoning his pants, “Get the fuck out of my store and don’t you dare come back or you’ll get more of the same…and I might tell your husband.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her pussy already getting wet again, at the implied threat.

She’d be back very, very soon.

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As far as Kaleen was concerned, it was just another night going to bed. Maybe we would make love, maybe we would not. But I new different. And I knew tonight would be exciting.

She does not know that I am upstairs writing this story and getting very hard and excited thinking about her and what the night will bring. She does not know my plan for the day and what I plan to do to make this evening a little different, including the fact that she will be reading this very story to me when she finds it under her pillow when she crawls into bed.

As I mentioned, the night started as any other night. We climbed into bed and to Kaleen’s surprise there was an envelope under her pillow. She said, “what’s this?” And I suggested she open it and read it to me.

She seemed a little nervous at first but I could sense a level of excitement and I wondered if her pussy was reacting — or if maybe her nipples got a little aroused at the thought of what might be ahead.

She then opened the envelope and this is what she read…

I am a happily married man and I often fantasize about my wife in different situations and think about what it would be like to have someone else in the act with us, whether it is a man or a woman, or both. For example, occasionally, when I make love to Kaleen or eat her sweet, sweet pussy I will put a finger or two in her mouth, which she receives with open lips, and imagine her sucking a nice hard cock as I lick her swollen clit and massage her breasts and stiff nipples. I wonder what she thinks as I am busy making her moan and grind. I wonder if she is enjoying the thought of a hard cock in her mouth as her pussy gets eaten just the way she likes it.

Tonight was no different. I had been thinking about eating her sweetness all day and I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to strike. So as we got into bed and began to say our goodnights, I moved swiftly over to her and just began kissing her — deep and passionately. Our tongues were feverishly exploring each others mouths and it wasn’t long before her hand found my long hard cock and began gently rubbing its length. She stroked me for gecelik escort a good while as I massaged and kissed her round breasts, occasionally, and very gently, tweaking her nipples. As she continued to rub my now extremely hard dick, she felt a little bit of pre-cum with her for finger and let out a little “hmmm…,” she gently took her forefinger and wiped up the clear fluid from the tip of my cock and licked it all with her soft tongue, which was really sexy and a true turn-on.

As she went back to working on my stiff dick she began kissing my ear like she loves to do, slowly working her way down my chest and belly until she reached my belly button and the head of my swollen cock, where she licked up more of the visible pre-cum. She began circling the head of my cock with her tongue, slowly taking more and more of my inches into her mouth.

I have to say, Kaleen has the most perfect, soft and full lips that truly feel magical when she sucks me off.

As she took my length in and out of her mouth, she simultaneously massaged my balls. She moved her way around the bed so she was now positioned between my legs where she could really get all of me. She would switch between sucking my cock and balls, paying more attention to my stiff cock but really enjoying licking and sucking my balls as well.

Kaleen sucked me for a good while and I could tell it would not be long before I shot my load into her mouth. She started stroking me with her hands and sucking the head just right. With my dick in her mouth, I could see her massaging her large breasts as she gently pinched her nipples. I couldn’t take it any more and then she took the full length and with a few full sucks I buried my cum deep in her mouth and she swallowed every drop.

God was I in heaven!!

After a moment, I looked at her and thanked her for making me feel so good and proceeded to tell her it was her turn.

I took her in my arms and kissed her full lips. I caressed her back and rubbed her breast as she gently eased herself back. I kissed my way down her soft breasts and across her belly. As istanbul eskort I got just below her belly button I got the first whiff of her love juice – that familiar scent that drives me wild. Rubbing her inner thighs I kissed slowly down her lower belly onto her pubic mound until I reached her swollen clit. I rubbed it with my nose a little a gave her a gentle lick from the base of her vagina up to her clit, where I stayed and began slowly sucking and applying more pressure the way she likes it. Kaleen was already very excited let out a little a little “oh God…” and began rubbing the back of my head as I concentrated on her beautiful pussy.

As I pleasured my wife’s vagina I ran my right hand up the length of her body and up to her mouth and slid my forefinger past her open lips. I continued eating her increasingly moist pussy while she slid my finger in and out of her mouth as if she was giving a killer blow job to a nice stiff cock. We did this just for a few minutes until I took my finger out, which did not make Kaleen happy. She said “no, no. I want more, put it back.”

At this time, I put my finger back in her mouth while I reached down inside the covers on my side of the bed and pulled out the nice seven inch dildo I had bought earlier in the afternoon and carefully slid it up – concealing from her view – to her mouth. As I continued to quicken the pace of my licking on her now very wet pussy, I again removed my finger from her moist mouth, only this time quickly replacing it with the realistic cock I had bought for her.

It didn’t take long for Kaleen to warm up the idea of adding this realistic cock to our fun and begin sucking its head, which was just a little bigger than my cock (I thought she would like that).

As I continued eating her pussy I was watching her suck on the cock. Our eyes met and I loved the fact that she was feeling so good and enjoying this new pleasure. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, I licked her clit faster and faster as she sucked the cock in and out of her mouth, I was squeezing her breasts and circling her nipples. It was truly one of the hottest otele gelen escort times we had shared together. She began squirming as if she was going to cum so I inserted a finger in her pussy and gave a long hard suck to her clit as she circled the head of the dildo with her tongue. It was all she could take. With my finger in her pussy, my other hand on her breast, my tongue on her clit and the seven inch cock in her mouth, Kaleen came harder than ever before — and she loved it. She layed paralyzed in pure ecstasy.

All of this action had gotten me so excited that my cock was once again rock hard and ready to go since I had time to recover from the killer blow job Kaleen had given me a short while earlier.

She was still quite sensitive from the thunderous orgasm she had just experienced, but as I moved on top of her she guided my cock into her wet and sensitive love hole. I started with long slow strokes, gently massaging her sensitive breasts and nipples. Whispering I love you in her ears as she began pushing her pussy towards my increasingly rapid strokes.

I closed my eyes for a while and made beautiful love to my wife — just enjoying the togetherness of it all when I heard a quiet sucking noise. I raised my head and looked at Kaleen. She had picked up the dildo again and began sucking it off while I fucked her. What a turn on. I raised my self up and supported myself with my arms fully extended so I could watch her suck this real looking cock as I fucked her. She gazed sexily in my eyes as she took as much of the “strangers” cock as she could.

So there I was fucking my wife, watching her beautiful breast sway as I entered and exited her pussy; enjoying the site of my hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy — and seeing her totally enjoy sucking the dildo. To make things that much hotter, while enthusiastically sucking the dildo Kaleen began rubbing her clit as I fucked her. She was in sexual heaven and moaning more and more heavily. I was on the verge of cumming again when she started off on another incredible orgasm herself. We fucked, sucked and rubbed really intensely for about two more minutes when we both let loose incredible orgasms and fell into each others naked bodies.

After experiencing something very new to both of us, we laid there together very happy, content and comfortable. She is a beautiful woman and I love her. This was a beautiful experience.

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Looking out the window beside me, I could see my home shrink away beneath me. For eighteen years I had lived in Seattle, and here I was, on my way to Boston to begin college. My old high school was near the airport, and I felt my throat tighten as we flew above it. I would miss all my old teachers, the friendly faces and familiar halls. I would miss my friends… and Paul.

I felt myself growing hot when I thought of his smooth skin, his soft brown hair, and his laughing gray eyes. The lump in my throat grew as I realized that I would never see him again, and he would never know how I felt. Oh, how I wished I hadn’t been too shy! If only I could have found the courage to approach him, to tell him how I longed to hold him, to feel his skin against mine, to feel his hot breath on my neck. I wanted him to kiss me, all over, everywhere, teasing me, tasting me…

I glanced over to the old woman on the seat beside me. She had a blanket around her, eyes closed, and was breathing steadily. As I thought of Paul, the tears on my face mirrored the moisture between my legs, and I couldn’t resist brushing my finger against the nipple of my B-cup breast. It stiffened, and a twinge of pleasure went through my body. I grabbed my other nipple and rolled it between my fingers, sending jolts down to my aching pussy. Reaching under my airplane blanket, I ran my hand down my tight stomach, under the waistband of my underwear, and brushed my fingers against my damp lips, sending a tingle through my body that made me lose my breath.

I looked around to make sure that nobody had noticed my gasps, and the man across the aisle from the sleeping woman was focused on his laptop. Nobody else was in sight, so I pushed a finger into my opening. It slid in easily, and I closed my eyes, thinking of Paul’s hard cock pressing against me. I slid my fingers along my lips and brushed against my clit, imagining his tongue touching it, licking it. I rubbed it harder, and the tension in my stomach grew. I breathed his name, “Paul”, so quietly I could hardly hear it. My fingers were tracing circles around my clit now, rubbing faster, and the tension and warmth in bursa escort my stomach were spreading outwards, expanding. I imagined him with his cock inside me, thrusting faster and faster, fucking me to heights of orgasmic bliss I had never experienced. Waves of heat and pressure exploded outwards from my pussy, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. As my body writhed and throbbed from my orgasm, I could almost hear Paul calling my name, “Carla, Carla”

“Carla? Is that you? Carla?”

I opened my eyes, mortified that someone had seen me. He was standing in the aisle, between sleeping woman and laptop man, grinning his usual grin, but the twinkle in his eyes was not his usual mischievous expression.

“Paul? what are you doing here?” I exclaimed, wiping my juices on my blanket and trying to pretend nothing had happened.

“I’m going to visit my uncle in Boston. you’re off to school, aren’t you?” He motioned for me to get up, and I followed him to the back of the plane where his seat was located.

“Here, there’s an empty seat next to me. Everyone’s afraid of flying now, so the planes are never full.”

I took my seat next to him, aware that I smelled of sex, and aware of his body close to mine. I could feel his warmth radiating from him, and I leaned a little closer against him. We sat there for some time, not speaking.

“Carla, there’s something I need to tell you,” said Paul, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I slumped in my chair, dejected. He was going to tell me that he had a girlfriend, tell me to stop leaning against him because it made him uncomfortable.

“Carla, I’ve liked you since I first saw you. I always acted like an idiot around you, so I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I…” My lips cut him off. At his first words, my heart had leapt into my throat, and I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

At first he was shocked, sitting still, not responding. Then, grabbing my face in his hands, he leaned into me. His lips were soft but firm, and I felt his tongue brush against my lips. I grabbed his back, his smooth, muscular back that I had admired bursa escort bayan for so long, and tried to pull him even tighter against me.

We stayed locked in that kiss for a while, then pulled apart. His lips were red and he was breathing heavily, and the look in his eyes made my pussy throb.

“Were you thinking of me while you played with yourself, Carla?” His voice was low and sexy, and I nodded slowly. I started speaking, and I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth.

“Paul, I have wanted you for so long. I want you, all of you, I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, I want to suck you until you cum in my mouth, I want to please you all night long and then again in the morning. I want…” This time he cut me off, but it wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss. He wanted me, needed me, as badly as I wanted him. His hand crept beneath my shirt, sliding upwards until he cupped my breast. He flicked his thumb against my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. His other hand headed lower, sliding across my stomach as I had so recently done myself, but the feel of his hand on my stomach was almost enough to make me cum.

I looked around, and noticed that nobody was on the same row as Paul and I except for a middle age woman, preoccupied with her book. I looked back at Paul, the lust in his eyes sending shivers down my spine, and I knew I had to have him.

“I need you now, Paul. I can’t wait until we land, I want you to cum inside me, I want to milk your cock with my pussy until you’re drained.” The bulge in his pants grew visibly as I said this, and I could see him struggling to control himself. I grabbed his blanket, wrapped it around my waist, and sat straddling his lap. I started to undo his belt, and he grabbed me by the shoulders, stopping me.

“Carla, before we do anything, you should know… this is my first time. I want you now more than ever, but I think you should know that.” I saw the seriousness in his eyes, and I melted because of his honesty. Although it was not my first time, it might as well have been. The first time I had had sex bursa merkez escort was purely for curiosity. I hadn’t cared about him, and he hadn’t cared about me. It was an interesting experience, but nothing compared to this.

I let my eyes speak for me, showing him how much I wanted him, how much I cared for him, and he smiled, drawing me closer.

“I love you”, he whispered, and his breath on my ear combined with his words were enough to send me over the top.

I undid his button and zipper, then pulled down his jeans and boxers. His cock stood up proud, the pre-cum oozing from its tip, and I longed to taste it. I glanced at the woman reading the book, and she was facing away from us, absorbed. Leaning down, I was about to lick it when he stopped me.

“I’m too close, Carla. I want to cum in you this time.” I nodded, and allowed him to pull down my panties and lift up my skirt. Making sure the blanket covered both of us, I grabbed his cock and pressed it up against my sopping pussy, and he closed his eyes and groaned.

“God, you’re so hot Carla, I want to be in you so bad”. I sank down onto his lap, and his eyes flew open as his cock slid into me. I gasped as I felt him hot and hard, filling me up. A familiar tension began to grow in me.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, an inane sadness flooding through me as most of his cock left my pussy. When just the head was peeking through my lips, he slammed me down against him, moaning as I enveloped his shaft with my smooth, slippery walls. Again and again he thrust into me.

“I’m going to cum soon, so close” he muttered through dry, red lips.

“Rub my clit, Paul, rub it, make me cum” I gasped, moving his hand down to my swollen red nub. He began to stroke it, tentatively at first, then faster, until all I could see was the swelling in my mind. Suddenly, when it seemed it couldn’t get any more intense, my orgasm broke over me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body, and I spasmed around Paul’s cock. He cried out as his orgasm followed mine, spraying his seed deep inside me, spurt after spurt, and I burst into tears and collapsed on him, overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

“I love you Paul,” I said, tears sliding down my cheeks. He held me closer, stroking my hair with his hand.

I glanced over at the lady with the book. She was now facing us, and I blushed. She looked up at me, and winked.

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Author’s Note: I want to thank those of you who liked and complimented me on this story. I was originally intending to do a series with Katy. However, so many of the really great comments pointed out some issues with this story. So, I decided that while I will leave this version as is, I am abandoning it as a series. Please come and read the re-worked story, called Paradise Bound. Thank you again, everyone, for encouraging this Literotica virgin!

*

My Dad was in the Army—an ex-drill instructor. He was intimidating as shit, so when I was little none of the neighbor kids wanted to come to our house. And when I was older and living on-post overseas, none of the boys would have anything to do with me once they found out whose kid I was. Wimps! I didn’t like boys anyway. What I liked was men.

And men liked me back. Oh, I knew exactly how attractive I was. I had long, strawberry blonde hair and light skin, freckled across my nose and cheeks a bit. I had big blue-green eyes and lush lips. My figure was lean and trim from years of dance. At five foot nothing and not quite a hundred pounds, I was dynamite in a tiny package. I turned heads everywhere I went.

During my Senior year in high school, I started going to my dad’s office after school a few times a week. It was on my way, but more importantly, there were a whole bunch of good-looking guys in that office! I was like a kid in a candy store—I wanted to lick them, everyone! I flirted outrageously with all of them. Some would flirt back. Some would give a quick, guilty look towards my Dad’s office door.

Sergeant Cutler, though, never said a word to me. I knew he looked at me. I knew he liked what he saw: his nose would flare just the tiniest bit. I wanted a real reaction, though. I wanted him to say something, to touch me. He’d just watch my ass as I walked away from him.

I didn’t start out targeting Sgt. Cutler. It took me a while to notice his non-responsiveness. When I did notice, it became a challenge to me. Each day at school, my mind would wander towards appreciating the picture in my mind that Sgt. Cutler made. He was tall, with a massive chest and biceps. I loved to see him in his OD tank shirt, that way I could visualize licking his coffee-with-cream colored skin. Then I would dream of a way to get a reaction from him.

Nothing worked though. If I stepped closer, he would step back. If I touched him, he would walk away. If I asked him questions, he wouldn’t answer. If he was sitting, I’d lean over so my shirt would fall away from my breasts—but he’d stand up, or walk away. The more he didn’t react, the more I wanted him.

******

Sgt. Cutler was an ex-DI, also. He was very much like my dad, and on the same career path, just about ten years behind my dad, which made him about ten years older than me. He was smart and funny and generous, although the guys under him thought he was a hard-ass and wished he’d lighten up. I knew a lot about him—I knew he was bi-racial, an army brat who didn’t fit in during his school days, who’d had more jobs than I can count, and had practically every award the Army gives out.

But all that I knew about the sergeant came from my dad. Dad liked him and truly valued him as his right hand man. I knew the sergeant looked up to my dad as a mentor. So, I figured that the mutual respect they had for each other was behind his non-reaction reaction to me.

One day in my Psychology class, the teacher started talking about so-called “reverse psychology.” Since I was actually paying attention that day, I was able to quickly see that this could give me a new, hopefully powerful, strategy for getting to the sergeant.

That afternoon, I walked into Dad’s office and did my usual flirting routine with all the guys. All the guys, that is, except Sgt. Cutler. Him, I walked coolly by, trying my hardest not to turn towards in any way. After speaking to my dad briefly, I walked back out, again seeming to pay no attention to the sergeant. As I rounded the corner, I heard the guys start to razz the sergeant, asking him what he’d done to piss me off. It stopped quickly, and I could just picture in my mind that all he’d done was stand up and give them That Look. I shivered as I thought that, and the idea that I’d like him to give me That Look popped into my head. My pussy tingled at the notion.

After the fourth day of Pretend-Cutler’s-Not-There, Dad asked me at dinner, “What’s up with you and Sgt. Cutler?”

“What do you mean, Dad?” I asked in my best innocent voice.

“Just wondering if he’s done something to make you mad at him, or something.”

I laughed to myself and replied, “Of course not, Dad.” I wondered if Dad had noticed on his own, or if Cutler had asked him to find out what was wrong. I hoped the latter.

The next day, as I made to walk past Cutler’s desk towards my Dad’s inner office, Cutler whispered out of the side of his mouth, “I know what you’re doing.”

Inside, I was giddy: I’d gotten a response out of him! Outside, I maintained escort bayan my cool, but on leaving, I whispered back to him, “Is it working?” Whereupon, he burst out laughing.

******

After that day, he no longer gave me the stone statue treatment, although he still wouldn’t let me touch him, nor would he flirt back. After about a month of friendly but brief interactions between the two of us, I screwed up the courage and asked him to go to a movie with me. He said no. I asked him why not? He said, “I don’t date little girls.”

I was embarrassed. I stomped out, fuming. ‘Little girl?’ Ugh! I was furious! How dare he call me a little girl! I’ll show him! Stomping my way home, I thought of a clever way to show him how much of a little girl I am NOT.

I spent the evening setting up my camera and taking test shots. When I figured I’d gotten the framing right, I stripped out of my clothes and started to put my bikini on, then paused. I reframed the shot, a little tighter and a little lower, then took my bikini back off. I hit the self-timer and stepped in front of the camera. It started clicking and I started to pose for it. I turned to the side a little. Then I thrust my boobs towards the camera a little. Then I realized I was getting wet and tingly and put my hand down to my puss to rub those wonderful tingly spots.

When I looked at the shots later, I knew exactly which one to use.

******

The next week, I set my school books down on Sgt. Cutler’s desk as we talked. The photo was face down on the bottom of the pile of books. When I picked up my books and walked away, I left the photo. I was creaming my panties so bad all the way home, imagining Cutler looking at the 8×10 glossy of a lithe, young body, breasts pressed between her arms. One arm down, fingers buried in her pussy. One arm across, fingers teasing an erect nipple. I imagined Cutler’s eyes bugging out as he picked the photo up. I ran to my room and threw my books down and tore my pants off. I wondered if Cutler would show the photo to the other guys and immediately, furiously started rubbing my puss to a huge orgasm.

It was several days later before I was able to face the sergeant again. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be. I rehearsed in my mind how it might go—and how I hoped it would go. I was not prepared for his actual reaction. As I walked into the big room, he sat, then lowered his head, cupping it in his hands. I approached his desk, full of apprehension. Quietly, and without looking at me, he asked, “You ARE 18, right?” I said yes. He looked me in the eye then, and said, “One movie.” I squee’d and jumped up and down. He groaned.

******

That Saturday, I met the sergeant at a movie theater off-post. I hugged him tightly for several seconds until he picked me up and put me away from his iron-hard body. “We are seeing this movie as friends, Katy,” he said. “No boyfriend-girlfriend kind of stuff. I only agreed to see this one movie with you because I was afraid of how you’d escalate your—your campaign. I am too old for you. Besides, your dad would kick my ass.”

I knew I had to make the most of this date. I held his hand. Touched his arm or his close-cropped hair. I called him Mike for the first time and whispered into his ear how much I liked older men. I kissed his cheek. I asked him if he thought I was sexy. If he liked my picture. If he masturbated to it.

“Enough!” he whisper-yelled. He dragged me from my seat and back out of the theater to our cars. I repeatedly tried to pull my arm from his grasp. When we reached the cars he let go of my arm. He sounded like he was in pain when he said, “Jesus, Katy! You can’t…don’t say…I’m…! Jesus!” Silence.

“I’m sorry Mike.” He looked out over the parking lot.

“Mike, I’m really sorry I was bad.” I pitched my voice a little lower, “I was a bad, bad girl.” His eyes went wide. “Maybe you need to punish me so I won’t be bad again.” Mike groaned and grabbed me by the arms, hauling me up his body, crushing me to him, then crushing his lips to mine. I whimpered in joy and ecstasy.

He pushed me away suddenly. “Katy, did I hurt you? My god, see? This is why we can’t….”

“Shhh” I said. I touched my fingers to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted that. I loved that. I want more of that!” I curled my hand around the back of his neck and brought his lips down to mine. I kissed him softly, then pressed my tongue forward to taste his lips. He parted his lips and we kissed for hours, days, years. His hands ran up and down my sides, pressing me to him, molding our bodies into one. I felt his cock harden against me and realized how wet with want I was.

But the kiss ended and Mike stepped back. I could see he was going to try again to argue that we couldn’t see each other, but after that kiss, no way was I going to give him up. I jumped in my car and sped away before he could say anything.

*****

I stayed up most of the rest of the night reliving the entire thing. I realized that görükle escort he must have at least somewhat gotten past the age difference. Now, his excuse seemed to be Dad’s reaction. I didn’t really have any idea what Dad’s reaction might be to Mike and I dating, but I thought I could probably talk him around to it.

The next day, Sunday, I made Dad his favorite pancakes and bacon and fresh-squeezed orange juice. He thanked me for it and picked up the Sunday paper. About half-way through his pancakes, he put the paper down and looked me square in the eyes. “All right, Katherine, out with it. What is it you want?”

I sighed. Dad really did know me, I guessed. “Mike,” I replied. “Mike Cutler is what I want. Can I have him, Daddy?”

“Bat your pretty little eyes at me all you want, Katy, but he’s not mine to give.” Dad picked up the paper again and turned it to the Sports section.

“Da-a-ad!” I rolled my eyes. “Mike thinks you might have a problem with it if we dated. I want your okay to date him.”

“There’s a pretty big age difference there, Honey.”

“It hasn’t been a problem so far. I want a chance to find out if it would matter or not. He won’t give us that chance without your okay.”

Dad read some more of the paper. I waited quietly. He set down his paper, and, of all things, blushed! “Katy,” he said, “there are things about Mike that you don’t know, that make me leery of seeing you with him.”

“Dad! You respect and admire Mike! How could you say that?”

Dad sighed heavily, the blush remaining on his cheeks. He looked away from me. “Katy, Mike and I—we’ve—well—seen—t he same girls—a couple of times. That gives me a pretty clear idea of what he wants—in a—girlfriend.”

I had a strong notion that Dad was heavily censoring his comments. I also had a strong idea of what he was referring to. After all, these two men were about as dominant as you could get, just in their day to day lives!

Now it was my turn to blush. “Dad—I don’t know how to say this, but I’m not—as innocent—as you might like to think.” I put my hands up to forestall the explosion I could see coming. Hastily, I added, “I mean that I am, still—a virgin, but that, my girlfriends and I, well, we share information—stories—videos.” He was obviously relieved to hear that I was a virgin, but I saw storm clouds again after admitting I’d looked at porn.

I stood up so that I could turn away from my dad. This was such an embarrassing conversation to be having with him! “Dad: I want to become sexually active. I’m ready. I’m on the Pill. I want Mike to be the one. He would never hurt me and you know that. There’s no one alive that you could trust more to take care of me. Is there?” I turned back and saw that he wasn’t looking towards me. This was hard for him too, I realized.

“And, Dad, I think I have a pretty good idea of what Mike wants—in a girlfriend.” There was a long pause until I said quietly, “I want it, too.”

Dad sighed, “If I say yes, can we please never talk about your sexuality again?”

******

Dad evidently talked to him, because the next time I saw Mike he was a changed man. He stopped running from me. He called me. He asked me on dates. We hung out. He shared with me who he was, and I shared, too. We had long talks and asked each other everything we could think of. We made out every chance we got. The more comfortable Mike got with me, the more dominant he got. It felt so natural.

He told me when he was going to pick me up, where we were going, even what to wear. He ordered for me when we ate out. When we walked together, his hand was always at the small of my back. That never failed to make me feel cherished, safe, and, just a bit owned. He was constantly touching me, or playing with my hair, or brushing light, teasing kisses over my face.

I really reveled in his treatment of me. It made me feel like he was marking me and making me his. But it also felt like he was teasing me. It felt like the longest foreplay in the history of sex! After several weeks of it, I couldn’t stand it any more. I decided I was going to force his hand. It was a Friday night. Dad was out, probably for the night. I was to be ready at 6:00 for Mike, with my hair in loose curls down my back, wearing my short black skirt and tall black heels. Instead, when I opened the door to Mike that evening my hair was in a braid down my back. I was barefooted and wearing on old t-shirt of Daddy’s over boy-short style panties.

I affected an insolent look. “Yeah?”

Mike just stared for a moment, then, before I even knew what was happening, the front door was slammed and locked, my braid was in Mike’s fist, and I was being dragged down the hallway to my room. Mike pulled my shirt up over my head and back down my arms, but not off. That pulled my arms behind my back and thrust my tits out. Then he ripped my panties down my legs, but not off. I knew my confinement was more suggested than actual, but, God! I was getting so wet. This is bursa elit escort it!

Mike sat down on my bed and pulled me over his knees. He raised his hand and brought it down, swiftly, on my bare buttock. I yelped loudly. He did it again. I began trying to twist away. He pulled me tighter onto his lap—I could feel his cock pressed between us. He spanked me again and again, alternating buttocks. After, I think, ten, he stopped. I could see in my mirror that he was looking at the red handprints on my stinging ass. He rubbed them gently. He looked up and met my lust-glazed eyes in the mirror. “This is really okay with you?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “I know about safe words, and everything. Do you want me to call you ‘Master’?”

He flashed a smile and said, “No. Sir is fine. So, you know all about it, do you? Well, what do you want your safe word to be, Miss Knows Everything?”

“Red light” I said. “So are you going to fuck me now? God! I can’t wait!”

“Ahhh,” he said, “so that’s what your defiance tonight is about, is it?” I wiggled on his lap in response. He gave me That Look. “We do this my way or no way. Got it Little Girl?”

The look and tone of voice sent a frisson of apprehension down my spine. I nodded quickly and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“No, I don’t think you do. But you will.” He began to spank me again, but this time, I understood immediately that he had been holding way back, the first time. I began to scream in earnest.

Whack! Scream! Whack! Scream!

Suddenly, the door burst open and there was my Dad, gun drawn. He saw that Mike was with me—not some rapist, or something—and re-holstered his weapon and closed the door. In some part of my mind, I thought I’ll be mortified that Dad saw me bare-assed like this—later.

Mike finished the ten or twelve real spanks he was giving me, then thrust his thumb into my sopping wet cunt and fucked me with it while using his forefinger to tease and torment my clit. It didn’t take long before I was nearing the edge. “Mike! Mike, I’m…” He pulled his fingers away from me at the same time as he lowered his knees, dumping me unceremoniously on the floor.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I felt faint—he was hung like a porn star! “Suck me off” he commanded. He pulled me towards him and I opened my mouth. “No teeth” he warned. I opened wider and began to engulf his cock in my mouth. I used my tongue to swipe and swirl as I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. After a few minutes, Mike palmed the back of my head and forced me further and further onto his cock. Soon, I was nose-deep in his pubes and having a hard time breathing. My mouth was filling with saliva. I tried swallowing repeatedly as Mike humped my face, then he held still and cried out, “Ahhh, god!” I felt warmth and tasted saltiness and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed.

I fell to the floor, chest heaving, eyes and pussy streaming. “My god, you’re beautiful” Mike said, panting in recovery, as well.

After another few moments, Mike stood up, zipped up, and walked out. “Well, shit!” I exclaimed. Guess I learned my lesson.

******

Saturday, noonish, Mike called. “You ready to behave?”

“Yes, Mike.”

“All right. Hair and clothes like you were supposed to wear yesterday. But no panties.”

“Yes, Mike.” I showered and shaved everything. I lotioned and perfumed myself. I brushed my hair until it shone. I put on a sparkly silver halter top that tied in the back at my neck and my waist. I pulled on the short black skirt that swirled around my upper thighs. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to behave myself in this outfit, I thought. Just thinking about the access that Mike would have to my body in it was making me drip. I slipped on the black fuck-me heels and turned this way and that to check myself in the mirror. I was not satisfied with the halter’s bow at my lower back, so I untied it and went in search of Dad.

He was watching football in the den, stretched out in his recliner. I blushed, remembering how he saw me yesterday. But I wanted to look perfect for Mike, so I asked, “Daddy, will you tie my bow for me, please?”

He looked at me, up and down my body. I caught his eye and smiled a little smile. He abruptly sat up in the recliner and growled, “Come here.” He put his hands on each side of my waist and pulled me towards him a little more. He tied a perfect bow for me. I turned and kissed his cheek, “Thanks, Dad.”

Dad touched the back of his hand to my cheek and said, “You’re welcome, Beauty.” The doorbell rang. “Ah, and there’s your Beast.” He walked me to the door, his hand on my naked back in the same manner that Mike always used. He opened the door and kissed me on the cheek, saying, “Have a good time, Baby.”

After the door shut, Mike looked me up and down, slowly. He was a wolf and I, a tasty snack. I gave a little shiver of sexual acknowledgement. My nipples pebbled under his gaze. “Satisfactory?” I almost moaned.

“Let’s find out” he said, and led me to the car. After I sat, he said, “Show me that you’ve obeyed me.” I gawped at him. “Show me!”

“Yes, Sir!” I pulled up my skirt and closed my eyes. I knew my cheeks were flaming. I heard a camera click and let go of my skirt. “What are you doing, Mike?!” I was in a near panic.

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Based on a true story.

Jem’s freshman year at a Southern California university was coming to an end, and she was still a virgin. Even her plain and mousy roommate had lost her virginity a whole semester earlier. Jem was not an unattractive girl by any means, as she was toned, lean and athletic. In fact, she was admitted to the university on a volleyball scholarship.

Nevertheless, Jem took her mother’s advice and took her birth control pills daily ever since the week before she started attending the university. In fact, as Jem was standing in her kitchen, swallowing down a pill, she felt a sense of excitement washing over her. “Tonight, tonight will be the night, she thought to herself.”

Feeling quite a bit horny over the thought, Jem put down her glass of water and started trailing a fingertip over one of her pink nipples, which quickly reddened as it became hard. Jem continued to run her fingertip along her toned abs, down to her clean shaven pussy. As she rubbed her pink clit and pussy, the pussy juice begun to run down her legs. At this point Jem was fully aroused as she walked back to her bed. Jem got on her bed and begun to squeeze one tit at a time as she played with her soaking wet pussy with the bursa escort other. She inserted one finger into her tight pussy and moved it around. Jem tried inserting two fingers, but it became slightly uncomfortable, as she was still a virgin, so she removed the second finger. She started squeezing and rubbing her pussy from the sides with both hands, and before Jem knew it, she was coming. Her body shook and quivered as she let out a moan of ecstasy.

That night Jem had a date with Brandon, a tall and handsome chemistry major who was finishing up his junior year. Althought it was their first date, they had socialized with one another a few times at the volleyball games that Jem played in.

The plan was to go to a bonfire party after dinner. By the time they arrived, however, the party was mostly over and people were leaving. “Sorry, dude, you got here late,” one of Brandon’s friends called out as he packed up his black Range Rover. Within minutes, everyone was gone, but the bonfire was still burning.

“Well, we’ll just have our own party then,” Brandon told Jem as he pulled her in closer and gave her a smile.

“Yeah, I think it’s great that we’re the only two people on the beach anyway,” Jem bursa ucuz escort replied.

She put down the beach blanket and got on it, then pulled Brandon closer to her. Still feeling a little bit shy, she slowly started kissing her date. Brandon begun running one hand all over Jem’s perky and firm ass while squeezing a tit with the other. Jem let out a moan and started undoing his jeans zipper. Within minutes they were completely naked.

Brandon placed Jem on her back and quickly got on top of her. With a knee secured on each side of Jem’s body, Brandon cupped a tit in one hand and begun squeezing the hardened nipple, while sucking on the other. Jem moaned and writhed her body under Brandon’s weight as he slowly licked the center of her chest and moved downwards. His tongue flicked across her tit continuously as Jem let out moans after moans of pleasure.

Jem felt a strange heat coursing through her veins and her pussy juice kept on pouring out. Brandon hungrily lapped it up and stuck a finger in her tight and wet hot pussy. He then stuck in two fingers, then three and begun massaging the silky smooth pussy with them. Jem could no longer contained herself at this bursa elit escort point, and moaned and she begged, “I want you…fuck me already.”

Brandon let out a chuckle and teased, “Not yet.” He pulled Jem up and put his rock hard dick in her mouth. She begun sucking hungrily and rapidly, as though it was the most delicious thing that had ever been in her mouth. Jem licked and sucked, and trailed her tongue around the tip of his dick as he squeezed her ass.

Pushing Jem backwards, Brandon begun straddling on top of her. He spreaded her her legs and inserted his cock into her dripping wet pussy. Jem gasped at the pain and tears begun to come out from the corners of her eyes. Yet despite the pain, she grabbed Brandon’s ass and moved along with the motions as he pumped away.

Suddenly Brand flipped Jem over and placed her on her stomach. “Get on all four,” he commanded and she complied.

Grabbing her sides, Brandon stuck his dick again into her pussy from behind, and begun moving in and out, and he pushed his dick in deeper each time. This position allowed her to wholly feel Brandon’s dick inside her. Jem was in such a state of ecstasy that she could no longer think. Before she knew it, her body shook and she felt a sensation that was much more intense than any orgasm that she had ever had before. Brandon came soon afterwards, and they both collapsed on to the beach blanket. Jem smiled as she snuggled against Brandon’s chest, with pussy juice still running down her smooth inner thighs.

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Tuesday Morning, Harmony Church

There was a part of Nathan that felt free and another part that felt like he was heading to meet his executioner. He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to just move on, to be left alone and to finish school, but he had no idea what Pastor Stephens had in mind, or what his parents would do. But he knew that nothing would stop him from seeing Shelby, or from continuing to make love to her. His love for Shelby filled the emptiness that he felt when he realized that his faith had been misplaced.

They trudged into the church office, and Mrs. Proctor wordlessly motioned for them to go to Pastor Stephens’ office. His parents had barely said a word all morning, and he detected tension, and a little fear, in the way that they were acting. They walked down the hall past the small office that Pastor Cullum used, to the big office that the church’s leader used. James knocked on the door, and the familiar voice rumbled, “Come in.”

The distinguished looking minister looked extra imposing behind his huge, carved wooden desk, and he had set the office up so that he was towering over any visitor. Nathan looked around the impressive office, with its pictures of the congregation going back decades, photos of Pastor Stephens with politicians, including five governors, President Reagan and both Bushes, certificates of appreciation and proclamations on the wall, and more books and bibles than many small libraries.

They sat in the small, uncomfortable visitor chairs and waited for Pastor Stephens to give them his attention. In the past, he had always been pleasant and solicitous of Nathan’s parents, who were long-time congregants and leaders of their generation, and of Nathan, who had long appeared to be one of the true believers and young leaders. Today, however, Pastor Stephens was treating them like they all had been called to the principal’s office for misbehavior.

Finally, the grey haired minister looked up and said, in a low voice, “Nathan, I’m very, very disappointed in you.”

Nathan felt the blood rush to his face and the competing emotions of anger and embarrassment fight for supremacy in his mind. He decided to stay quiet and wait.

“We have always counted on you to do the Godly thing, but now, you seem to be under some evil influences.”

At that veiled reference to Shelby, Nathan’s eyes narrowed to slits, as Pastor Stephens continued, “I have heard a number of reports about your misbehavior and violation of the rules of the church and of the Lord, and I want you to apologize to me, to Pastor Cullum, to your parents and to the congregation.”

Hearing that, anger began to win the fight for Nathan’s emotion, and he clenched his fists, but held his tongue.

The minister turned his gaze to James, “And I’m disappointed in you, James, and Marcia, because you failed to stop this behavior before it crossed the line.” James and Marcia lowered their heads.

“It is clear to me that you need my help again, so here is what is going to happen. We will be expelling Shelby from school and her parents from the church—we took a chance on them, and clearly they are not Godly people.”

Nathan felt that his head was about to explode, but Pastor Stephens kept talking, so he clenched his fists tighter. “You, Nathan, will not see her anymore. You will apologize, in writing to Pastor Cullum and to me, on behalf of the congregation. You will do 30 hours of volunteer work for the church before graduation, at my direction. James and Marcia, you will meet with Pastor Cullum to discuss your parenting skills, so that we do not have this problem with young Thomas, and I will expect a generous donation from your family this year because of the trouble that you have caused. Is that understood?”

Nathan watched his parents meekly nod and accept the conditions, but he could not. He stood up, so that Pastor Stephens no longer loomed over him and yelled, “I do not accept. It is unfair for you to discipline Shelby more than me. And anyway, I know that you are a hypocrite, my parents are hypocrites and liars, and so is Pastor Cullum. Everything you have told me since I was a baby is, is, is, bullshit.”

The outburst, and especially the profanity, shocked Nathan’s parents and the minister, who responded, angrily, “Young man, that language is uncalled for. And what do you mean by your insults to me and your parents?”

James interrupted, in a low defeated voice, “Thomas, he knows.”

“Knows what?” Pastor Stephens asked warily.

Nathan jumped in, “I know that my mother was pregnant with me when they were married and that you helped them cover it up. I also am pretty sure that Pastor Cullum is not pure, and is also a nasty, vicious man. I will not apologize. Instead, I will tell everyone about this, and the marriage certificate is proof of all of your lies. And I bet that if I looked harder, I could find some more similar situations.”

Pastor Stephens turned to James and growled, “Look what you have done.”

James looked like he had been slapped. bursa escort bayan “We did this together, and I never thought that it would come to this.”

Pastor Stephens looked at his congregants and saw their pain. And he realized that if Nathan was serious about exposing his willingness to marry couples who had engaged in sinful behavior, it would not only erode his authority, it might lead to prying that would expose his other secrets. He decided to see what he could do to defuse the situation.

“Son, sit down,” he said to Nathan in a consoling voice. “What can we do to prevent you from embarrassing yourself, your family and the church?”

Nathan thought. He didn’t care about embarrassing “the church” which he realized really meant its leader, but his parents didn’t deserve being the butt of gossip. They had fallen prey to the same emotions that he and Shelby had, and he could not condemn them for that. Or even for trying to cover it up to protect their reputations and him. But he could not forgive their hypocrisy. He looked at Pastor Stephens and said, “Here is what I would like. First, nothing happens to Shelby or her parents. We finish school and graduate like nothing happened. No written apologies to anyone.” He looked at his parents, “Shelby and I continue to see each other. We promise to be discreet, and to be safe, so that history doesn’t repeat itself. Also, I think that I will not go to Tabernacle Bible College next year. I’m going to go to community college for a year, and work.”

“Is that it?” The minister responded.

Nathan felt like he might still have one more card to play. “No. I want you to fire Pastor Cullum.”

Pastor Stephens looked at James and Marcia, who nodded. He turned to Nathan and said, “We will agree to all of those conditions, except that I will not fire Pastor Cullum—” he raised his hand to stop Nathan from interrupting, then continued, “I will speak with him, and if he has not been truthful, I will consider letting him move on to another post. And you, young man, you have to promise that nothing that was said in this room is repeated to anyone inside or outside of the congregation. And that you will not encourage any of your friends to behave in the way that you and Shelby have.”

Nathan realized that it was not all he would want, but it was a good deal for him and Shelby. He was surprised at how easily Pastor Stephens gave up, but he decided not to worry about that. He stood and offered his hand to the tall, thin minister. “We have a deal, Pastor Stephens.”

They shook, and Nathan noticed the older man give his parents a withering look before saying, “You may go. Nathan, I expect you to go directly to school. You may get a late pass from Edith—I mean Mrs. Proctor.”

Nathan nodded, and he and his parents left the office and started walking down the hall. After a few steps, James put his hand on Nathan’s shoulder and said, “Stop.” Nathan turned to face his father. “Were you really willing to destroy our reputation for that girl?”

“Shelby,” Nathan responded. “Her name is Shelby. And yes. You were prepared to stop me from seeing the woman that I love to protect your reputation. But it all works out, right? Everything gets swept under the rug, and nobody gets hurt.”

“You think you are so clever, don’t you?” James replied.

Marcia interrupted. “James, leave the boy alone. Somehow, he is making this all work.”

“Only because Pastor Stephens agreed to protect us, again,” James replied.

“Dad, don’t you get it? He only wants to protect himself. He doesn’t care about you or me or mom.”

“That’s ridiculous. Let’s say you released our marriage certificate, everybody would know we were sinners, but Pastor Stephens would just say he was trying to help out two kids in trouble. He would look good, not bad.”

Nathan thought about that, and couldn’t think of a good answer. “Dad, it doesn’t matter, does it? He agreed, we agreed, and it is done.”

“I guess so,” James said, unconvinced. “We have to get to work, and you need to get to school. Get your pass from Mrs. Proctor, and we will see you tonight.”

Marcia hugged her son as they left the building, and Nathan turned to get his pass from the church secretary.

Nathan took the paper from the middle-aged secretary, but she didn’t let go immediately.

“Are you O.K., Nathan?” she asked.

“Yes, very good, Mrs. Proctor.”

“Everything went O.K.?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Proctor looked a little surprised, and let go of her end of the pass. “Nathan, let me know if you ever need anything.”

It was Nathan’s turn to be surprised, but he responded, “um, sure, thanks Mrs. Proctor, I have to get to class.” He ran out of the building toward the school, and Shelby.

Nathan walked the quiet halls of the school and slipped into his second period class, handing Mr. Burgess the pass. Shelby sat in the front, and their eyes met. Her eyes opened silently questioning Nathan, and he allowed her to see a brief smile as he walked to his desk bursa bayan escort in the back of the classroom.

After class, Shelby was waiting for him at the door to the classroom and as they walked out into the hall she whispered, “How did the meeting go?”

“Better than expected,” Nathan whispered back. “We need privacy—let’s talk at lunch.” Her smell made Nathan’s nerves tingle, and he desperately wanted to kiss her, but he knew that it was not the time or place. They separated to go to their third period classes, and Nathan “accidentally” brushed his arm against hers. She smiled back at him, appreciating the ruse.

When lunch finally came around, Nathan met Shelby and they again sat alone at a table away from their friends.

“What happened?”

Nathan had decided not to try to hide any of the details, and he gave her a blow-by-blow of the meeting, including his decision to go to community college for a year. He didn’t tell her that he hoped to be able to transfer to her college, or one nearby, after the first year.

“That’s incredible,” she replied, wanting very badly to kiss Nathan for his loyalty to her.

“But there is one thing that bothers me,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“That Pastor Stephens gave in so easily. My dad pointed out that even if I disclosed my parents’ lie, it would probably make them look bad, but not Stephens or the church. I wonder if he is going to double cross us.”

Shelby thought about the situation, and it did not make sense. “Unless,” she said slowly, “unless he has more to hide.”

That possibility had not occurred to Nathan and he pondered the possibility. Nothing that anyone connected to the church did would surprise him at that point. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, “but what?”

Shelby shrugged, and they turned their attention to lunch, occasionally accidentally on purpose brushing their arms or legs against each other. As they cleaned up their trays and garbage before their afternoon classes, Shelby said, “back to the group tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of acting like an outcast.” He was surprised to see Shelby frown. “But you are more than worth it,” Nathan said, and he was rewarded with a radiant smile, whose heat he felt all the way to his crotch. They went off to their separate classes, hoping that things would be calm until graduation.

Later that night, Nathan’s house

Dinner had been awkward, and it was clear that Nathan and his parents had a long way to go to repair their damaged relationships. Luckily, Tommy was oblivious and filled the dinner table with his childish babble so that the silences between Nathan and his parents were less painful. After dinner, Nathan legitimately had work to do for his AP classes, and went to his room. It was not until after 10 that he was able to take time to call Shelby.

“I was hoping you would call,” she said

“How could I not? I missed you,” Nathan responded.

“I’m really proud of what you did today,” Shelby said.

“Thanks. I can’t believe that I was able to pull it off. You’ve given me the strength to stand up to them.”

“You always had it in you. Maybe I’ve helped you see things differently.”

Nathan thought about how much he wanted to see Shelby, and he paused, thinking about her body. “You have made me think. About a lot of things.”

“I’m glad,” she said huskily. “You make me think about things, too.”

There was a pause. Nathan broke the silence. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.”

Nathan ended the call and laid on his bed, thinking for a while before getting ready for bed.

Wednesday Morning. Harmony Christian Life Academy

Nathan waited outside the school, waiting for the habitually late Shelby, who found the last spot in the student parking lot and ran toward the door, checking her watch. She smiled as she approached Nathan, oblivious to the stares of their schoolmates. Everyone knew that they had been called to Pastor Stephens’ office, and they watched Nathan and Shelby for some clue about why, or what had happened. There was little time left before homeroom, and, painfully without touching, they turned and hurried to their lockers.

Shelby stopped in front of hers, gave Nathan a meaningful glance, and he smiled, nodded and headed down the hallway to his locker to put away books and grab his morning books. When he opened his locker, he was surprised to see a sealed white envelope with the return address of the church embossed on it. The envelope was heavy, and he heard a metallic click when he picked it off the floor, sliding it into his notebook before rushing off to class.

Curious as to what was in the envelope, but unable to get any privacy during class, he struggled to pay attention to the lesson, and floundered embarrassingly when the teacher called on him. He took the criticism stoically, and tried desperately to take notes afterward, but the envelope kept intruding into his thoughts.

After bursa merkez escort class, Nathan ran to the bathroom, locked himself into a stall and tore open the envelope. There were two keys inside—one large, like a door key, and a smaller one. Nathan looked inside the envelope for a note, or something that would explain, but there was nothing. He heard the bell, and ran out of the bathroom to make sure he made it to class on time.

He made it to lunch before Shelby and sat at what had become their private table, rather than attempt to rejoin their friends. Shelby saw him and looked at him quizzically, and Nathan pointed to the chair next to him. Shelby got her lunch and sat down.

“I thought we were going to rejoin polite society today,” she noted.

“Yeah, but something has come up.”

“What?” Shelby asked.

“When I opened my locker this morning, there was an envelope with two keys.”

“What do they open?”

“I have no idea,” Nathan answered. He reached into his notebook, keeping it under the table, and pulled out the envelope, handing it to Shelby under the table. She opened the envelope and peered at the keys.

“The big one looks like a key to a door or something and the smaller one looks like a key to a filing cabinet,” she whispered. She handed the envelope back to Nathan and he slid it back into his notebook.

“That’s sort of what I thought. But where? And why?”

They were silent for a while, and ate their lunches. Shelby turned to Nathan and said, “You don’t think…?

“What?” Nathan asked.

“The church office?”

“But why? And who would do this?”

“I don’t know, but not many people have access to them, right?”

“I guess,” Nathan replied. “What should we do?”

Thursday, 2:00 a.m. Harmony Church

Nathan and Shelby stood in front of the church office door holding flashlights. Nathan could not believe that he had actually snuck out of his house. It was surprisingly easier than he had thought, but the walk to the church took a bit longer than he expected.

“Try the key,” Shelby urged.

Nathan took the larger key and, with trembling hands, inserted it into the lock. He turned it and felt a satisfying click. He pushed the door open and paused. No alarm—at least none that he could hear. They slid into the dark building and looked around using their flashlights.

“We better move fast, in case there is a burglar alarm,” Shelby whispered.

Nathan hadn’t really considered what would happen if the police came, and, he started to move quickly toward Pastor Stephens’ office, which they had decided was the most likely place to find a lock that fit the second key.

The Pastor’s office door was unlocked, and the two explorers entered and ran their flashlights over the office. Shelby walked behind the large wooden desk and saw a large, two drawer file cabinet. She motioned Nathan toward her, and he inserted the second key into the lock, which turned and popped out. Nathan opened the top drawer and saw a small ledger book and a portable hard drive. He looked at Shelby with a questioning look.

“Take it,” she hissed, with excitement in her voice.

Nathan took the book and drive out of the drawer and closed it. He opened the second drawer, and it was filled with old VHS tape and silver discs. Nathan pulled out a tape and it said, “Edith” and a date about 15 years earlier. He removed the tape and grabbed a handful of discs—each with the name of a woman and a date. The most recent disk, with a date about three months earlier, had the name “Amanda,” which they both knew was the name of one of their classmates, who had left school unexpectedly a few weeks before to take care of her sick grandparents. Nathan took that disk and few others and tossed them with the ledger and hard drive.

“Let’s get out of here,” Shelby whispered.

Nathan closed and locked the cabinet, grabbed the pile of stuff and followed Shelby out of the office. They quickly made it down the hall and out of the church office. Walking away from the church, they whispered their speculations, both worried about what they would find, and what would happen to them if they were caught.

When they got to the point where they needed to separate, Nathan put down his burden and took Shelby into his arms. He craved her touch, and when she pressed her body against his, he immediately got aroused. Shelby wiggled her hips against him while they kissed. Although he didn’t want it to end, Nathan pulled away, panting. “I need to get home and see if I can figure out what we have here.”

They slowly parted and Nathan hurried home and quietly snuck back into his room. Turning on his laptop, he attached the hard drive and saw that it was filled with spreadsheets. He opened one, but saw only incomprehensible columns of numbers. Nathan couldn’t make heads or tails of them. He reached for the pile of discs and put the one titled Amanda into the DVD drive.

After a few seconds it began to run and a few seconds later, Nathan, horrified by what he was seeing, turned it off. He felt sick to his stomach. But he knew that he had to do something. But what?

He knew that he was in above his head, and he had only one choice. He picked up the laptop, the hard drive and the disc and walked down the hall to his parents’ room and knocked on the door.

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It has started snowing, and the flakes fall gently downward so densely that it is hard to see the woods. The aroma of my coffee and the snow flick my heart and memory backwards in fast rewind to a day long ago, in a little port on the New England coast when it was snowing. For a change I was in the first liberty party of my ship, and I walked down the gangway in my dress blues and peacoat with all of the anticipation of a young sailor in a strange port on an adventure.

I wasn’t a “bar” guy. I didn’t drink and I didn’t want to see my shipmates drunk, so I didn’t go to the usual sailor dives. Instead I liked to wander in a new town and see what life was like in Connecticut in the winter.

After an hour of walking the streets and looking in Christmas decorated store windows I came to one of the old time diners that looked like it was made from the dining car of an old train. I went inside. An old gray man in a booth snorted in disapproval when I came in. Apparently he didn’t like young sailors on liberty in his town. I ignored him and went to the cup-worn counter and sat. After a few minutes a young woman came from the back. She smiled and asked me what I wanted and I told her coffee and a piece of apple pie. She served them, then went about her duties. I watched her young body move under the starched crispness of her waitress uniform as she worked. In a bit she returned with a coffeepot and refilled my cup. She made fresh coffee and the aroma filled the diner along with the smell of hamburgers and onions. “So how long you in town for?” She asked.

“Just the weekend, then we go south to Jacksonville.” I told her.

“Florida? I’d love to be going to Florida right now.” She said.

I shrugged. “One Navy base is the same as any other.”

“But the sunshine, and the warm weather. What kind of ship are you on?”

“A patrol boat. I’m Coast Guard.” I said.

She smiled. “Is that like the Navy?”

“We’re that hard nucleus of well-trained men that the Navy and Marine Corps form around in times of war and other national emergencies.” I quipped.

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Just kidding.”

She disappeared into the back for a long time, then came out with another piece of pie. “This one’s on me.” She said.

Some other customers came in and she served them and I ate my pie and drank my coffee and smoked a cigarette and she came back out after awhile and whispered “I get off in about fifteen minutes. If you want to wait you can walk me home.”

I waited.

Soon an older woman, dressed in the same kind of uniform, came in and brusquely walked to the back. The young waitress went in with her and I saw them talk for a few minutes, then she came out and smiled at me and sat on the stool and said “I’m ready when you are.”

The snow was deep enough to crunch under our feet as we walked along the sidewalk. Her name was Lucy. She was nineteen

and had hopes of someday going to school to learn how to be a beautician. She had moved out of her parents home when their drinking had become unbearable.

We passed the decorated store fronts again. “This is my favorite one.” She said, stopping in front of one that had toy trains rolling around a track that wended around dolls and sailboats and teddy bears and toy tea sets and Hopalong Cassidy cap guns in holsters. “It always makes me think of when I was a little girl.”

I opened my peacoat to get a cigarette out and she snaked her arm around my waist underneath it. She looked at me and blushed and smiled and lay her head against my arm. We walked on. I felt my heart pounding. I had never had this happen–this sudden interest by a girl. I looked down at her. She was pretty, and had auburn hair in which the snowflakes glistened. She smelled faintly of perfume and coffee and cigarette smoke and

hamburgers and onions. The street she led me down was in what looked like the warehouse section. We came to a doorway. “I live up there.” She said with apology in her tone. “It’s all I can afford on a waitress salary. Would you like to come up? I’ll make some coffee.”

The apartment was small; one big room with a bathroom off to one side, a kitchenette and a sofa that made into a bed. She took my coat and hung it in a wardrobe with hers and motioned to the sofa and she made coffee and sat down beside me to wait for it to brew. She turned on a radio that was playing Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. They didn’t have a lot of television in those days. “You can put your arm around me if you want.” She said.

I put my arm around her and she lay her head on my chest and I smelled her hair and I remembered San Juan. I had come in the service as an eighteen-year-old virgin. Sex was not allowed in those days. My first sexual experience was with a thirty-something hooker I met at the Texas Bar in San Juan; a “Cinco y

dos”, five for her, two for the room. It had been a very mechanical experience. She undressed, undressed me, inspected my cock, lay on the bed and waited. I was new to this, and I spent a few minutes lying between her legs looking at her there. She looked down at me in curiosity. bursa sınırsız escort “What?” She asked.

“I’ve never seen one.” I said. “You’re very pretty there.”

“Ay, mi’jo, que querido.” She said, smiling. She let me look for a little while longer, until my urgent nature took over and I moved upward, kissed her breast and then with her help slid it in. It was over in seconds. She took the rubber and threw it away, rinsed herself out and lay with her head on my chest until the half-hour was up. I remember holding her and occasionally kissing the top of her head. After that night I didn’t have to worry about having money. If I was broke she would go for “love”.

I kissed the top of Lucy’s head and she looked up and smiled. “Wait here.” She went to the kitchenette and poured two cups of coffee. “Would you like some blackberry brandy in it?” She asked.

We sipped the coffee with blackberry brandy and listened to Perry Como sing “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”. She snuggled, and I knew where this would wind up, but wasn’t quite sure how to get it started. She didn’t wait for me to fumble around. “You can get fresh if you want to.” She said.

I let my hand wander to the softness of her breast under her uniform. The rigidity of my cock under my thirteen button blues didn’t escape her. She touched it and my heart raced.

Then she began to unbutton buttons. When she got the front flap out of the way she found my cock with her hand and pulled it out of the fly of my underwear and hissed softly. At that point I was a mindless wreck. When she leaned forward and kissed it, I nearly passed out.

“Do you have any rubbers?” She asked.

“One, but I’ve had it for months.” I answered.

“I have some.” She went to her purse and took some out, then turned the sofa into a bed, and then came to me to unzip the back of her uniform. I unzipped it and she shrugged it off and stood there in bra and slip. She let me take them off, then her panties, then she turned around and I nearly swooned at her small firm breasts, the pink nipples, the soft contours of her middle, the soft crinkly fur of her mons. She finished undressing me and took my hand and led me into the bathroom.

It was an old clawfoot tub with a circular shower curtain rack over it. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and I watched the two halves of her bottom part to reveal the inviting darkness of her most private parts. When the temperature was right we got in and she closed the curtain around us and we washed each other.

If I didn’t pay enough attention to one or the other of her favorite spots she would guide my hand there and make soft sounds as I scrubbed it. In turn, I had to stop her from washing my cock after only a few minutes. I didn’t want to come that soon. We spent maybe half an hour in the shower, washing and rinsing and washing and rinsing until we were scrubbed of all previous sin. We got out and dried each other, then she led me by the hand back to the sofa-bed, where I sat while she poured more coffee and brandy. I watched her go about this the same way I had watched her in the diner, except this time I didn’t have to undress her mentally. Her body was exactly as I had imagined it to be back then.

We sat side by side on the bed, our feet stretched out, drinking our coffee and listening to somebody singing “Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.” Huge snowflakes drifted past the window.

“Did you ever eat a girl?” She asked.

“No.” I answered. I had heard the other crewmembers talking of doing this, but I had never tried it.

“Would you do it to me?” She asked.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yes. My cousin did it.” She said.

“Your cousin?”

“He taught me a lot of things that I like.” She said.

“But your cousin?”

She grinned. “He’s very good looking, and very gentle. But he got married, so we don’t do anything anymore.” She giggled.

“Our parents left us alone together once. We played doctor. Then when we got older, we kept playing doctor.”

“And he… He ate you? Down there?”

“Yes.” She set her coffee down on the bedside table and opened the drawer and took out a book called “Sexual Positions for Newlyweds.” She opened it to some drawings of a man and a woman doing things. “We looked at this book. Then when he got married, he gave it to me.” She said. She thumbed through the pages until she found the picture captioned “Proper way to perform cunnilingus.” “We did this.” She said. Then she pointed to another captioned “Proper way to perform fellatio.” “And this.” She said with a giggle.

“And you want me to do that?” I asked.

“Yes. You do it to me and I’ll do it to you.” She said. “But don’t come in my mouth.”

I finished my coffee and felt myself blush as I set the cup aside. I looked at her and her eyes went dark as the irises grew

to black holes. Her lips parted slightly and I could hear her breathe. I moved down between her legs and looked at her pussy.

It was barely covered with soft hair, and I could easily see her two outer lips, and the bursa üniversiteli escort pink ridge of her inner parts peeking coyly between them. I spread the lips apart and she gasped softly, then I steeled myself and lowered my face.

She made a sound like she had been scalded when I touched my mouth to it. I looked up quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, keep going.” She said.

I looked down again. I could smell the young woman and soap smell of her, and her clitoris and inner lips glistened with moisture. I lowered my face again and tentatively touched my tongue to it, then took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it as if it were a nipple. She moaned and lifted her hips and ground her pubic bone against my face and looked down at me with eyes that saw through me and breath that came in rasping gasps.

Suddenly she pulled my face away with both hands in my hair.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just that I… I’ve never come that way before.” She said.

“Do you want to? I’ll keep it up if you want to.”

“Not yet. Let me do it to you once.” She said.

We switched places and she looked up at me with a blushing smile and held my cock in her fingers and that alone was the most delicious feeling I’d ever had, then she lowered her face and for the first time in my life I felt a mouth take my cock into it. She sucked on the tip for a few seconds, then lowered her face until it was nearly all the way in her face and I was amazed that she didn’t gag on it. “I’m going to come if you keep it up.” I said.

She grinned around it and pulled away with a slurping sound like she was eating an all-day sucker or an ice cream cone and grinned. “Do you like it?”

“A lot.” I said.

She moved back up the bed beside me and opened the book again and found a drawing of the woman on top of the guy and said “Can we try this?”

“If you want.”

She tore open one of the rubber packs and unrolled it on to my cock and then straddled me and guided it into her. It was different from the time in San Juan. That woman was not moist and slippery; Lucy was. My cock slid right into her and she moaned and touched around it with her fingers and then lay forward on me and held me tight. “You can come if you want.” She said. She shoved her hand down between us and I felt her fingers moving rapidly down there. “This is my favorite.” She breathed in my ear.

I held her bottom and my finger inadvertently touched her sphincter muscle and she mewled softly. I explored it and she began to breathe even harder, and my own body took over and I arched my hips upward into her and pressed on the little puckered button of her bottom and then everything was out of my control. “I’m coming.” I said.

“Me too.” She said, and she worked her hips and bottom against me and my heart kicked into orgasm mode and I came and came. I could feel her heartbeat at the very instant it went

orgasmic and it pounded throughout her body.

It lasted for what seemed like hours, maybe even years, and then it slowed and slowed and finally stopped. She breathed heavily into my ear and I put my arms around her and held her in place and my cock grew impatient with my efforts to keep it involved and finally just dropped out and lay in a latex coated wad. She rolled off of me and looked at it, then took the rubber and flushed it down the toilet. She returned with a warm washcloth and wiped me off and it felt so very good. Then she lay beside me and kissed me and we listened to “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” by Gene Autry.

“We came together.” She said, snuggling into my arm again. “That’s supposed to be good. Like our souls got all mixed in with each other.”

“Can they do that?” I asked.

“Sex isn’t just about the body.” She said. “Our souls can have sex, too.”

“How?”

“Well…” She drew imaginary pictures with her hand as she explained. “Just imagine that we are together flying in the room and we are naked and we are making love. We swirl around, except instead of just putting your thing in me, your whole soul goes into mine and now we’re like one soul, except I got you inside of me and you got me inside of you.” She giggled. “And when we come, we can each feel it from the inside out, like I can feel what you feel when you come, and you can feel what I feel when I come.”

Funny thing is that I could see what she was talking about, and could see us floating around the room inside each other and coming and feeling each other’s way of coming.

After she explained it she lay still for awhile, then moved her head downward and took my flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked on it and it grew hard again.

“Can you come again, yet?” She asked.

“Not yet I don’t think.” I said.

She let my cock flop out of her mouth and snuggled back on my arm with her head on my chest. “Let’s sleep awhile, and then maybe we can do it again.”

It was dark outside when I woke again. She was frying eggs.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just ten o’clock.” bursa anal yapan escort She said. “I thought you might be hungry. Egg sandwiches are easiest.”

I watched her as she cooked and wondered it this was what married life was really supposed to be like, where she is naked all the time and so am I. I decided that if I ever got married it would be to someone like Lucy, who liked to be naked, because I liked to look at her naked.

She brought the sandwiches to the bed and we listened to “Oh Come all ye Faithful” while we ate. She giggled. “What?” I asked.

“Oh come all ye faithful.” She said. “Are you ready to come again?”

“I will be when I finish this.” I said.

She pulled the book on her lap and we looked at it as we ate. “I want to try this and this.” She said. The first one was “The 69 Position.” And the second was “Doggy Style.”

I decided that the 69 position wasn’t as entertaining as it looked. It divided my attention. It was fascinating to have that view of her, though. She was above me, sucking heavily on my cock, and I was licking her pussy, and in that position I had a good view of her anus. I had never really seen a girl’s anus. It seemed to look feminine and delicate. I could smell a faint onion-sweat smell around it. It wasn’t at all distasteful. I spread her cheeks and she let my cock out of her mouth. “Are you looking at my ass?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” She said softly. She got up and found another rubber and put it on me. “Do it doggy style.” She said. “And look at my ass.”

I knelt behind her and slid my cock in and felt again the warmth of her insides. I spread her ass and looked at her anus and she moaned. “Do you like me to look there?” I asked.

“Yes.” She moaned. “It makes me feel so… So wicked. Put a finger in. But just a little bit.”

I put a finger into it and felt how hot she felt in there and the image of my finger going into that little aperture drove me to new heights of arousal. “Now I’m going to come.” I said.

She reached down and I felt her fingers move, first around my cock, then she began to work her clitoris brusquely with her hand and again we came, only this time I was a little ahead of her. I felt her anus alternately clasp and unclasp my finger as she came. When it had passed she lowered her body, pulling away from both my cock and my finger. “Go wash your hand now.” She said.

She was even more affectionate when I returned to the bed. She kissed me over and over again on the side of my face, my shoulders, my neck and finally my mouth.

“When do you have to go back to your ship?” She asked.

“Not until Sunday night.” I said.

“So we have all of tomorrow and most of Sunday?”

“When do you have to work again?”

“Monday.”

“If you want.” I said.

“This is too fun to stop.” She said.

“I have to take a… I have to pee.” I said.

She followed me into the bathroom. “Can I hold it?” She asked. She stood behind me with her chin on my shoulder and tried to guide my cock as I urinated. She missed at first, and finally got it aimed in the right irection. “Now I have to go, too.” She said. She wiped up the missed spot with a wad of toilet paper and sat down with her legs open. “Want to watch me pee?”

I watched as the yellow water drained from her and she giggled. “Nobody ever watched me pee before.” She said.

“Do you like it?”

“I like being naked. I like having you look at me.” She said.

“Not if you do number two.” I said.

“No. Not that.”

We knelt on a trunk she had beneath the window and she opened the shades and we felt sinfully nakedly exposed to the world, though no one was out there. The snow glistened in the street lights and we made ice crystals on the glass with our breath. She wrapped her arms around mine and kissed my shoulder. “Will you… Will you eat me again?” She asked.

“You peed. You have to wash it first.” I said.

“Come on, we’ll take another shower and you can wash it.”

I ate her until my tongue was sore, and she in turn sucked me. I grew hard, but I knew it would be a long time before I could come again. I told her so.

“So you can’t come right now?”

“No.”

She blushed, then giggled. “Want to put it in without a rubber?”

“Yes.” I answered.

She pushed me over on my back and straddled me and watched as it went into her. It was my first time without a rubber and it felt entirely different. She was slippery wet and hot and soft and I thought I could even feel the pink of her. She probed around the edges of her vagina where my cock stretched them slightly, then rubbed her clitoris for awhile, then lay forward with her fingers working on her. “Can you come again?” I asked.

“Maybe.” She breathed. She took a piece of skin gently between her teeth and worked her fingers and I reached down and found her anus again and pressed on it and she moaned and humped and worked and I actually felt her build a come inside herself. She huffed harder, worked until I felt sweat on the side of her face and then she yelped and whined and made a soft howl as it swept through her heartbeat thumped against my chest as she came. She drew it out for as long as possible, working her hips, her fingers, her mouth, her breathing. As she slowed, then slowed, then slowed she relaxed and lay still with my hard cock in her. I kissed the sweat-wet hair on her temple. “How was it?” I asked.

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