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The moonlight hit her face just right to show her wrinkled forehead, showing the effort she was making to not give a hint of the anguish though it clearly shone in her eyes. Her beautiful tan skin with that freckle right above her right lip and the effortless smile as she looked at him could not hide the sadness in her eyes. He always made her smile. He did not have to do much to accomplish that – his presence alone did it. But today he was moving away. This was not a sudden decision. From the moment they met, it was clear. He was going to move far away by the end of the month. The first moment you feel a connection, the inevitable end is the farthest thing from your mind. They refused to acknowledge it explicitly. However, they had a deal in place. Bringing sex into the equation would just make it worse. The end would be unbearable then. They tried to keep it platonic. For 28 days. Tonight was it. He was flying out tomorrow noon. He had said goodbye to everyone else earlier in the day and had kept aside his last few hours in the city for her. Just so that he could soak in every aspect of her before he had to leave. He wished she could go with him. But her responsibilities kept her here. They walked the pier like they had done on many of the nights before. Neither of them were fans of the romantic candle lit dinner. They had always walked. They would then stop by at any place open at the hour, just to rest their feet enough to be able to walk till dawn. But this time it was different. She could not chat to her heart’s content like before. He could not playfully roll his eyes at her only to draw her close and kiss her forehead and whisper into her ear to go on. She had never felt this wanted, secure, and special.

They seemed to have their gazes fixed on the waves in the ocean. One, two, three. She would then turn to him to catch a quick glimpse and aver her eyes before she started crying. He did the same. He could not bear the thought that her radiant face was being betrayed by her eyes today because of him. He wished he could take that sorrow away from her. They reached the end of the pier and stood there in silence for what seemed like hours. He slowly moved toward her, taking her hand in his as if to signal to her that it was all going to be fine. This was his gesture for being there for her as long as he breathed. That touch was almost unbearable for her. She could not be strong anymore. Quickly turning to him, she jumped into his arms, and started to cry into his chest, feeling his heart beat faster in helplessness. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could despite knowing it was a promise he could not keep. He had to leave in a few hours. But not yet.

They did not say a word to each other. Both took the time to finally let the feeling sink in. This is it. There was nothing they could do about it. After a few minutes, she looked up at him. The strain of trying to stay strong for her was clearly visible. He looked at her, his arms still wrapped tightly around her as though to keep her close for as long as he can. A smile came over her face. She decided that for this moment, right here, he was all there was. There was no flight tomorrow, there was no distance, this was her world. Right now. Right here. He tilted her head and slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise. Just as soon as he had done that, the smile did what it had done from the moment he had laid his eyes on her – melt away everything that had occupied his mind. It was just her there. Her lovely brown eyes looking at him, and that smile – that smile could change worlds and he’d know.

He let go of her and brought his hands to her face. She had always had short hair but for him she had let it grow. She had always boasted to him about her “sacrifice”. “I cancelled my appointment. For you!” Then playfully tug at her hair to show how much Alanya Escort Bayan it had grown, for him. This was the closest to professing her feelings she had gotten thus far. He knew this was her way of saying it. His way was to take her immediately into his arms and run his fingers through her hair and to whisper into her ear “Count these. That’s how much I love having you in my arms right now”. She knew what he meant. These memories played out in their heads right now as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears. She smiled again and asked “How much?” He smiled in return and ran his fingers through her hair and enthusiastically said “THIS MUCH!” Both of them laughed for a second at their goofiness. She yelled “doofus” and he immediately retorted “brat”.

“Maybe we could sit down somewhere?” She said, turning her gaze back to the ocean.

He simply nodded and took her hand, leading her towards the beach.

They knew it was going to be a cold night, so they had their coats on and she had taken a shawl for earlier. They found a spot right next to the pillars of the pier that gave a good view of the ocean in front of them and the stars above yet offered some privacy. She spread the shawl across the sand and sat down, looking at him to come join her. She saw his silhouette across the night-sky in the moonlight. He wasn’t much taller than her and had shaved off his beard the day after they had met. He later confessed that it was because of a passing remark she had made about liking clean-shaven men. The boy needed a tan though. But it was his eyes that she loved. The kindness in them was nothing like she had seen before and they hadn’t lied. He was the kindest person she had ever known.

She scooched to give him room. They spoke of his trip and how long it will take for him to travel 14000 kms across the world. She kept asking him if he had all his things packed and whether he wanted to catch some sleep before he had to leave. She wanted him to stay but he had more than a day of travel ahead of him. Each time she said it, he just smiled and kissed her forehead. After asking him once more, as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she blurted out “I am going to miss you so much”. He saw the sadness return to her eyes as though with a vengeance. He wanted to take it away. He had to make her feel better. This time he leaned in and kissed her lips – gently taking her lips into his, lingering a while before looking back at her. She was lost in his kiss and as his lips moved away, her lower lip seemed to try to grasp onto any contact.

She looked at him and whispered “Kiss me again”.

Taking her face into his hands again, this time, he kissed her, feeling every inch of his body aching to make this last forever. She slowly opened her mouth and their tongues explored each other. She suddenly stopped the kiss. He was unsure about what had happened. She sat up straight, took a moment, and then slowly removed her coat. Looking at him as she did, she said “I want you right now. I want you to make me yours.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Don’t you want to?”

“You know there’s nothing more that I want than to have you be mine. But you know I still have to leave?”

“Yes. I have never felt this way with anyone else. This will make us complete in every way. I want this story to be complete.”

He did not say anything else. He looked at her, her white blouse moving in the ocean breeze. She wasn’t the classic beauty. But she had been blessed with good features. Her beautiful brown skin, her radiant eyes, her button nose that she felt was too tiny but which kept her looking playful and young for someone who had crossed the big 3-0 threshold. That smile. He would be lying if he said he had never noticed what was below her face. He had seen her in various attires over Alanya Escort the past month to have an idea of what they hid. Her breasts seemed just the right size to cup in his hands. A slender waist and wide hips gave way to a reasonably big taut ass. He always thought it was because of her ethnicity but would immediately shake his head at himself for stereotyping.

She slowly took her coat off. Her breathing getting heavier. Was she sure of what she was going to do? Suddenly she smiled again. Of course, she was. She had thought of doing that each time she had playfully poked his face or dragged him by his arm across city crowds or grazed past his body as they sat together, chatting with friends. She thought of only this moment. Right here, right now. He wasn’t a fitness model but he had taken care of himself well. His touch was gentle and she wanted to feel it all over her and finally rest her hair on his skin. Feel his heart beating not through clothes. Feel his pulse race as he made her his.

Once these thoughts flooded their heads, it did not take too long for the clothes to come off. She had taken off her blouse and pants before pulling him closer to her and unbuttoning his shirt, running her hand over his bare chest as it became visible. As soon as she had helped him out of his shirt, she pushed him onto the sand and jumped on him. Their eyes locked and they just took in the moment for a second. Suddenly, she poked his face to bring him out of his trance. They both giggled before she leaned down to kiss him again. Both their hands roaming over each others’ bodies. She finally brought her hands up along his sides to clutch his hair while he unclasped her bra. As soon as she heard the click, she leaned back to take her bra off. He slowly moved his hands from her sides to trace her breasts. He was right. They looked perfect. Her dark brown areolas surrounding her hard nipple just calling out to him. He took them in his hands, first tracing his fingers over them before rolling them in his fingers, pinching one while cupping the other breast.

She had longed for this and now this was happening. She started feeling his manhood through his pants. She leaned forward to kiss him and slowly scooched down while making a trail of kisses through his body. She could not get enough of contact with his skin. Once she had made her way till his belt, she looked at him and smiled. Her heart was racing. She undid his pants, slowly lowering it and his briefs. His cock sprung out of his briefs and she was taken aback for a quick second. He laid a reassuring hand on head and then helped himself get out of his pants.

She did not understand her feelings. She had never craved for a cock this much. It was as though her body could not let him go without feeling him completely. She could not go on without giving herself to this man. Taking it in her hands, she touched it delicately. It twitched at her touch. Wrapping her hand around it, she started to stroke it gently.

He was taking it all in. Her touch felt like her smile. It just made him feel content, happy, and oddly free. And then to his surprise, he felt her lips on his cock – enveloping the head, with her tongue swirling around, with caution at first and then with abandon. A slight moan passed his lips. She slowly took each inch in. Then she released it just to run her tongue down the side and end it with a lingering kiss on the head, all the while stroking it. She could feel it throbbing. Nothing had felt this real to her. He lowered her again on his cock, guiding her by placing his hands and grabbing her hair. Then as she came up for the next time, he pulled her closer to him. After kissing her, he swiftly pushed her to his side on the shawl. He was now straddling her. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to take her Escort Alanya breasts in his mouth. She felt his tongue running circles around her nipple, and then she felt him kiss it gently. Taking it in his mouth, he gave it a playful bite and immediately kissed it after as though to make the slight pain go away. He then slowly made his way down her body. Kissing every inch, and stopped just above her panties. He pulled himself up to kiss her lips again. But this time his hands roamed to her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties – slowly rubbing it while getting aroused by her growing dampness.

He could not wait any longer. Pushing himself down again, he slowly revealed the treasure to himself. With her panties out of the way, he had to taste her. Her glistening pussy lips had to be tasted. He ran his tongue over the whole length of her lips. He felt a shiver run through her under him. He loved the reaction her body was having to his touch. His hands took over hers, their fingers entangled like the rest of their bodies currently were and he pushed his face into her mound. Taking her smell in, he started flicking her clit with his tongue. He could sense her writhing under him. Sucking on her clit, licking her pussy, biting her lips. He paced himself according to how her body responded. He wanted her to feel the pleasure but he wanted her body to need it, desperately. He wanted her to beg him to cum. So each time he felt that she could be close, he would slow down. Finally, she could not bear this any longer. Her body could not go on without cumming. She yelled out to him “Please, let me cum. Please”.

He quickened his pace and kept eating her out while her body shuddered in pleasure, with her senses being taken over by this immense wave of pleasure. Her body arched forward and her toes curled. After a few moments, she collapsed back into the shawl and he looked up at her. A smile came over his face to see her lying there. Her eyes closed. Her breasts moving with each relaxing breath she took.

As she came down from the high, she pulled him back up. They kissed again, this time she could taste herself on his tongue. This was something she never thought would happen. As they continued kissing, her hands found its way to his now hard cock. He felt her stroke his cock and he started to slowly grind against her body. She broke her kiss and whispered “I need you to fuck me now”.

He positioned himself over her and she slowly guided his cock into her. He was very gentle. Letting her feel every inch enter her slowly. Once she had taken it all in, he slowly pulled it out. The first time the cock pulled out completely, a slight frown appeared on her face and her hips thrusted forward as though to keep a hold on it. He put it in again and continued with gentler, slower strokes making sure it never lost contact with her pussy. He then took it out again. She opened her eyes to look at him while he rubbed his shaft over her pussy lips, teasing her clit with his head. He winked at her. Her furrowed brows telling him she wanted it back in. He winked at her again. This time she changed her tactic and made a pouty face at him. “Put it back in, please”.

His cock could not take the teasing anymore too. He rammed in his whole length in one quick move. She winced as she felt it go in. Then he quickened his pace and she let out a moan. He leaned forward and kissed her. Continuing to fuck her, he took her hands in his on their sides and kissed her lips and neck. He could hear her moaning. He knew he was getting close. She yelled for him to keep going. “Please, let me cum again”. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he continued fucking her while another wave of pleasure washed over her body. That was enough to push him over the edge too. Both of them lay there moaning in pleasure as their bodies lost control of themselves. He collapsed on her, kissing her passionately.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He once again saw those radiant eyes he had met 28 days ago, devoid of any sadness. He knew that he would carry the memory of that one look for the rest of his life.

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I met Abbey last week when my wife hosted a boutique sale in our house. Abbey was the merchant who essentially brought her store to our home. There were probably 20 or more of my wife’s friends in attendance. But even with the variety of attractive women in my home, it was Abbey who has captivated me and led to several fabulous masturbation sessions.

As I write this I feel as though I can smell her radiance. Abbey is a lovely, petite Jewish girl with strong Mediterranean features. My guess is that she is in her early thirties. Most striking to me were her facial features. Lustrous dark brown hair. Big brown eyes with petite trendy glasses and a magnificent smile showing perfect white teeth.

I walked into the front of the house as they were setting up and was introduced to Abbey. It was very informal since she was hurriedly setting up for the sale. Later however, we met in the kitchen as she was coming for a drink and I was going for an update on how things were moving along. This was our only one-on-one conversation that evening. Abbey was appreciative of us opening our home to her and our friends/customers and commented on how pretty our home was. I immediately tried to direct my questions toward what she was all about.

We were only about two feet apart, but I struggled to catch her scent while maintaining constant eye contact. I’m sure my imagination is wild, but I do not think mine was the only attraction. I immediately felt as though I could talk to Abbey for hours and I had an incredible urge to hold her.

My fantasy of Abbey is one of pure romance. I find myself meeting up with her accidentally in a public place and engaging in conversation. I drop the hint, rather directly, of my attraction to her hoping she not only feels the same, but will keep it between only us. Later Abbey contacts me and declares a desire to see me as well. I cannot even imagine how wonderful that first kiss would be, as I hold her beautiful face in my hands, stare into those deep brown eyes and lower my lips to her mouth. I want to taste every part of her and feel her warm breath meeting mine as our tongues join in an erotic tangle of lust. Abbey’s head falls back and I cup her head with my hands while entwining my fingers in her lustrous long hair. From her mouth, my lips trace her jaw and find her ears and the nape of her neck. Her scent is delicious. Escort Bayan I lick and kiss her neck as I slide her blouse from her shoulders. Eventually all of the buttons are open, the blouse falls away and Abbey stands in front of me in only a simple cream-colored satin bra. I continue my endeavor to taste every part of her. My objective is simply to please this fabulous, beautiful woman and have her enjoy the carnal release of sexual desire.

As I continue down her chest, my mouth comes to rest between her breasts as I soak up her scent and the hollow sound of her deep breathing. Slowly, I undo the front clasp of her bra, and she allows the straps to slide down her arms. Abbey’s breasts are revealed to me for the first time and I enthusiastically cater to them. Her nipples are dark pink, but not as brown or large as I had imagined. The buds have grown under my attention and I gently suck on one while tenderly massaging the other. Abbey seems to thoroughly enjoy the attention paid to her breasts, but as I wander below she subtly presses my head down. Seemingly inviting me to explore her flat stomach and the heaven waiting below.

Before dropping to my knees I silently lift my shirt over my head and take off my pants. I now stand before my desire, naked and obviously aroused. Abbey reaches for my swollen penis. Her touch sends shivers down my spine and I quake at the sensation. Her lust turns to surprise when she realizes that my crotch is shaven and is as smooth and hairless as a child. The eroticism overwhelms her and the desire is evident on her face. I tell Abbey that my turn will come later. For now, this is about her.

I drop to my knees and open her pants. Her hips hold them up but I slide them over and down her legs revealing the matching cream panties, already damp and smelling of a woman in heat. The perfect shape of her body overcomes me. The flowing hips and athletic thighs. Her strong calves; perfect feet. Until now I have not laid my eyes upon her lovely toes. Perfectly pedicured and freshly painted.

As I kiss and lick her hips and pelvis, my hands gently massage her round ass and knead the firm cheeks of her butt, pulling her toward my waiting mouth. My kisses surround her heavenly pussy, which, to my surprise, is very neatly trimmed and inviting. I can see her brown lips sticking out and the hood just Escort below her hairline hides the sensitive bud that I will soon caress. My kisses now cover her thighs. As I move from leg to leg my warm breath is blown onto her burning pussy, now glistening with moisture. The time is not yet here for that delight.

I motion for Abbey to lie on the bed. I straddle her and again begin the trek down her gorgeous body being careful not to over stimulate her swollen nipples or moist pussy. As I progress down Abbey’s legs, I take first one and then the other. Slowly massaging the thighs and calves before getting to my personal torment, her beautiful feet.

Holding a leg up off the bed, I raise her foot to my mouth. My assault begins at the heel as I drive my thumbs in a deep massage and continue through her arch and the balls of her feet. Abbey moans with delight. Slowly now I run my tongue under her foot. Gently nibbling her heel. The scent is hypnotic. Clean and fresh. My tongue runs along and between each of her toes. Slowly I place each one in my mouth. Abbey shivers with delight at this new sensation. As I finish making love to her beautiful feet I lean back on my own feet and allow my hard on to jump from my lap. In one last motion I wrap her feet around my prick and melt at the erotic image of her toes holding the head of my swollen cock. I get lost for a minute but catch myself and again apply all my energy to satisfying this beauty.

Abbey spreads her legs and begs me to enter her. That will come in good time. For now I am going to take her to the heights of orgasm with my mouth, tongue and fingers. I lower my mouth to her wetness and she shudders in anticipation. My tongue works her slit from bottom to top, taking in the fluids of her desire. Like a small penis my tongue penetrates her tunnel in and out, my hot breath driving her wild. As I move up, her swollen clit is begging for attention. I gently lick the bud and then take it between my lips in a sucking motion. This drives Abbey wild. She arches her back and tries to escape the sensation that is taking her over the edge. However her bucking has allowed me to get my hands under her ass and I have a firm grip on her butt, pulling her into my waiting tongue. Abbey’s breathing is uncontrollable now and she begins to moan as a long, strong rush of orgasmic pleasure takes over Bayan Escort her body. The moistness of her pussy is now a creamy flow and I increase the pace of my licking to keep up with her. I remove my tongue from the bud of her clit and again run up and down her lips. Cum is dripping down between her cheeks. With that I tell Abbey to grab her legs and pull her knees to her chest. My eager tongue cleans up the fluids of her orgasm. As I lick down my tongue brushes the pucker of her anus. A new, unknown sensation takes over. I sense her pensive curiosity and continue to lick the tight hole. The feeling is unlike any Abbey has ever felt. Forbidden yet so delightful.

I stop and roll Abbey to her stomach and gently pull her to her knees. As my hand reaches between her legs and rubs her clit Abbey begs for more. I stick a finger in her pussy and begin moving in and out. My thumb inches up and rubs the pucker of her anus driving her into a frenzy. Slowly my thumb finds its way into her hole as I bend over to lick it as well. Abbey has all she can take and begins to tremble as another torrid of lust comes over her. In an uncontrollable frenzy Abbey begs me to make love to her. At this point, I too, am beyond resisting. I remove my hand from her pussy and take my position behind her. Holding my throbbing dick I guide it into her pussy and slide to the hilt. Abbey shrieks with satisfaction. I grab her hips and slowly thrust in and out of the steaming hole. Her pussy is hot, soaked and incredibly tight. Gently I slide my finger into her ass. This is more than Abbey can take and she explodes with yet another violent orgasm. As I glide my dick and finger in and out of her in unison, Abbey is lost in a wave of pleasure. The sounds, smells and images are more than I too can stand. I quickly pull out and roll Abbey to her back. I want to look in her eyes so she can see my desire and appreciation for her allowing me to give her such pleasure. I push her knees to her chest and drive my cock into her with everything I have. Looking down from above I see her sweaty face and beautiful eyes looking directly into mine. Her lovely feet are at my face and I eagerly lick her toes as my own orgasm approaches. I grab each foot and quicken my pounding of her pussy. Suddenly the all too familiar feeling comes over me as my balls tighten and I know there is no turning back. I drive one last, deep thrust. Holding my dick in her as my pelvis rubs her mound. Spasm after spasm overtakes my cock as I empty my semen into her. We collapse into each other’s arms in a forbidden embrace knowing we can never completely have each other.

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Before my mother headed back to work we had figured the best time to install the location app onto my father’s phone was while he was in bed. Mom said she’d bring it to me as soon as he was sound asleep which was usually around eleven.

A text from Anne arrived just after mom had left. She told me she’d forgot her phone when she left in a rush first thing and had wanted to message me all morning to see if I was free that afternoon. She seemed to have no inclination her mother might have checked her phone and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to mention meeting her mother earlier.

Needless to say I hot footed it over to Anne’s for the second time that day and we had a very satisfying session in her room. Ordinary straight forward almost vanilla sex. It was actually quite refreshing!

On my way to see Simon after leaving Anne’s, Diane text to see if I fancied picking her up after her lesson.

Simon was even more buoyant than the last time I’d seen him. He told me about a threesome he’d had with Wendy and a friend of hers. I asked for details and he told me her friend was a lot a fitter than Wendy but he had a suspicion she might have been gay as she’d had a fascination with Wendy’s pussy and hadn’t let him fuck her, but she’d been naked and he’d fondled her boobs!

Like usual Diane could hardly wait to get to our spot and have fast hard sex before making out at a more leisurely pace. We chatted like we always do and for maybe the first time I started see her as someone I could see myself settling down with.

I was in my room reading a required book for my course when mom silently stole into my room around eleven. I was lying on my bed in my shorts and she had on quite a plain nightie. She handed me the phone and sat very close to watch as I installed the app which would allow us to track dads movements. Mom was so close I could feel her nipple rubbing my upper arm, I was sure she must have felt it too.

After I’d set the app up I opened my phone and showed her the marker on Google maps relating to dads phone. I should mention, my mom is a bit of a technophobe with some things but she readily grasped what it meant.

Before she slipped out of my room as silently as she’d entered we were both standing facing each other. I could easily make out the outline of her boobs as her nipples were by then quite hard. I could just made out the darkness of her pubes too. Moms gaze slipped down to the tent my dick was starting to make in my shorts. We stood like that for maybe ten seconds, it was like there was static buzzing in the room, I’m sure my mother felt it too as she had a look on her face similar to the time she had watched me with Mary.

The spell broke when she said she’d better get back to bed. She kissed me briefly on my cheek and left quickly after saying good night.

The next morning she was in quite a cheerful mood. Dad had been gone twenty minutes and she asked me to check where he was. My phone showed us he was where he was supposed to be, at his office. I asked if she’d found any more evidence and she told me she hadn’t noticed anything but hadn’t started really searching yet.

On a whim as she was leaving I asked if she could get back at lunch time but she told me she was tied up all day. I did think of seeing Mary anyway but at the time I actually didn’t feel like it. After a slow start I got into my studying every hour or so checking in on my dad who according Escort Bayan to the app never budged from his office. Even at lunch time he only went a few yards to a sandwich bar and back. I knew he always left work at five and watched him drive steadily back only stopping once for fuel.

For some reason I didn’t want to be home when he got in so I went to see Simon who was still happily reliving the events of the previous day. We played a few games on his computer and at seven I got a text off mom saying dad had said he was going out in a bit. I told her I’d be back in ten mins.

I passed dad in our hall way, he said he couldn’t stop and was out the door. Mom was in the kitchen. I sat on a stool beside her and together we watched where he was headed. When he stopped he was right outside Diane’s house!

I took a few moments for mom to work out where he was but when she did, boy did she swear! I’d never heard her say most of the words before. It was all I could do to stop her going around to Mary’s with a baseball bat.

Eventually she calmed down. But when she did, she began to cry. I got off my stool and hugged her as she sat on her’s. As tough as she wanted us all to believe she was, my mother appeared to be the same as everyone else when push came to shove.

After a while she stopped sobbing but I carried on holding her until I felt her pull away. Mom looked at my shirt and started laughing.

‘Look what I’ve done to your shirt!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m so sorry Paul, what must you think of me.’

‘Mom, I’ve no idea what you mean. You just found out dads cheating on you. You have every right to shed a few tears.’

‘I wasn’t crying over your father getting his rocks off or his backside caned by that slut. I was crying because it seems like everyone in the world is having fun but me!’

This semi outburst surprised me. I reminded her what she’d got up to a few days ago. She grudgingly admitted she had enjoyed slapping Mary, even more so now! What about parading around in front of me, nude. I asked.

‘Ok. I get it I have been having a little fun recently, but I still feel like it’s passing me by.’

‘Life you mean?’

‘Yes life.’

‘What is it you think you’re missing? If I can help, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel you’re living life in the fast lane.’

‘Oh Paul. That’s already cheered me up. Is your dad still with the slut?’ I checked my phone and nodded. ‘Will you take me out for a drink? I don’t want to be here when he gets back. I can freshen up while you change your shirt.’

‘Mom, that’s a great idea. Put on something sexy and we’ll raise a few eyebrows.’ I joked as I headed up the stairs.

My mother took me at my word. When she joined me in the kitchen she was wearing a lightweight blouse through which I could plainly see her bra as well as quite a short loose skirt.

‘Wow mom! That is what I call a sexy outfit. Where do you fancy going?’

‘Lets drive for a bit and decide when we’re moving’

I drove us about twenty miles, into the next town and a pub I’ve drank in a few times. As we walked from the car to the pub mom slipped her arm into mine and said she wanted everyone to think she was my cougar this evening. I thought it was a great idea and set about playing the part of her young stud!

We had a great time in the bar. My mother touched me in one way or another just about the Escort whole time we were there. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but she seemed to take every opportunity to rub her boob against my arm or my back. Once or twice I felt myself getting hard but did my best to ignore the fact. For my part I had my hand on her thigh or over her shoulders most of the time.

It was eleven when we got back. We already knew dad had got in around half nine. Mom checked on him and as per usual she said, he was dead to the world. In the kitchen she put her arms around my neck and kissed me like she was kissing a lover. It took me completely by surprise but I have to admit I didn’t find it unpleasant!

‘That was for doing an excellent good job of cheering me up.’

She kissed me again, a little longer and said, ‘That was for being such a thoughtful son.’

The third kiss was a real beaut and lasted long enough for me to forget who was kissing me and I started feeling her behind. ‘That was for saying I looked fit the other day.’

The during the fourth kiss my hands absentmindedly found their way under her skirt to fondle her panty clad bum. When she didn’t speak I asked what that kiss was for. She smiled and said, ‘That one was because I like kissing you.’

By then I was well and truly turned on and not in complete control of my tongue which is possibly why I told her to get ready for bed and I’d give her a goodnight kiss. We climbed the stairs together and separated on the landing. I undressed and was in my boxers when she came into my room wearing only her thin cotton nightdress.

Without speaking she came to me and we had our longest and most sensual kiss so far, my one hand was under her nightie fondling her bum while the other massaged one of her tits though the thin material of her nightie. Moms hands were all over me too, she pulled me tight to her and rubbed her self against my extremely hard dick.

Eventually we came up for air and my mother had the same look of raw lust on her face I’d seen the other day. I pushed my shorts off and proudly showed her the effect our kissing had had on me. If she had moved closer I would have pulled her onto my bed and made love to her. Her inner strength was obviously stronger than mine because she slowly back out of my room with a look of grim determination on her face. At the door she whispered, good night and went to her room.

Needless to say I had no chance of sleeping without relieving the pressure so I jacked off for the first time in, actually I couldn’t remember!

I stayed in my room until I heard dad leave the next morning and went down for breakfast in just my shorts. My mother was in the kitchen in her towelling bathrobe. Not being too sure how to act around her after last night, I settled for a cherry good morning. I was very relieved when she gave as cheerful a greeting in reply. I was so relieved in fact, I turned her face to mine and kissed her lightly on her lips.

‘You know stud, we were extremely naughty last night.’

‘You know mother, I do believe you’re correct. But I for one enjoyed ever immoral second of it.’

‘I did too you know. It was very naughty of you to tempt me like you did.’

‘It could be said it was very naughty of you to leave me like that. You’re lucky I’m still speaking to you, if a date left me hanging like that, it’s unlikely they’d get a second date.’

‘I am Bayan Escort honoured. As a matter of interest, what were you hoping I’d do?’

‘Put out of course.’

‘You wanted to have sex with you mother?’

‘Last night in my room you weren’t my mother you were an attractive women I’d spent a very enjoyable evening with, who happened to be wearing very little.’

‘Do you know, I almost didn’t put my nightie on.’

‘If you hadn’t there’s no way you’d have got out of it un-fucked.’

‘I wonder if you know how close I was to falling into your arms when you took your shorts off.’

‘I know how close it was.’

I put my right hand on the top of her chest near her neck. We looked into each others eyes as I let it slip down until I held her left boob in my hand. We shared a light kiss which nether the less was full of as much passion as any we’d shared last night.

My phone bleeped which broke the spell and we separated. It was Diane asking if I’d like to come over later in the morning. I told my mother who it was and how I was starting to feel about her. She was genuinely very happy for me.

She went up to her room to get ready for work as I ate my breakfast. Before she left I removed the lipstick from her lips and gave her something to think about on her drive to work.

Diane was in a great mood, she’d asked if I wanted to have a walk around the shopping centre so when I got to her place we headed straight out. We hadn’t gone half a mile when she mentioned my dad had been at her house last night. Only just managing to keep the car straight I asked as casually as I could why he’d been there. Apparently he and her dad had gone out while she and her mom had watched a film on the box!

The one failing of the tracker in dads phone was it only tacked where the phone went. Dad must have left his in his car when he parked. Diane saw something was wrong and when she asked, I told her about my mom thinking my dad was cheating on her and how I had put an app on his phone to track him and how when he went to her house last night we’d both thought he had been there with her mom.

Diane could see why we’d made the assumption but told me my dad had gone out her father a few days ago too. I asked where they went and she said as far as she knew it was some fraternity thing. Like the Masons? I asked, Diane just shrugged.

The first chance I got, I messaged my mom the latest info. Her concise reply was, WTF.

After checking out a few shops and being introduced to a few of her friends we went back to her place and had normal straight sex like I’d had with Anne, yesterday with similar satisfaction!

I had dinner with my parents which was almost a comical situation. Mom was looking decidedly sheepish while dad was his normal, not quite boring self. I mentioned Diane had told me he’d gone out with her father last night… he wasn’t cagey or secretive, he just said they went for a drink. Mom caught my eye, and nodded towards dad. I said I didn’t know he knew Diane’s father and he said he’d known him for years, their companies did a lot of business together.

If mom wanted any more gen I figured she could field the next question else it’d look like I was being nosy! As it was dad got a call and excused himself from the table. While he was in the lounge mom asked me what I thought, I shrugged and said as far as I could see dad had most likely joined a fraternity like Diane said and possibly her father had introduced him.

‘Who knows,’ I said ‘The weals on his behind might have been some weird initiation thing.’

Mom looked at me with out speaking and maybe realised I was more than likely right on the money.

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We passed by each other in the hallway. I was on my way to a meeting and in a rush to get a seat. Frank, strolled, as he always did, down the opposite way of the corridor. “Yo,yo.” He gleamed a small smile in my direction. His broad shoulders and chiseled chin betrayed any attempt he had to be subtle. I’m 5′ nothing and he’s 5′ 10″ with massive body compared to mine, and the hugest hands I’d ever seen.

“Whaddup, playa,” I said awkwardly. Immediately I’m embarrassed, yet Frank rolls it off like it’s nothing, and chuckles. The fitted white collared shirt he had on was spotless, and his pinstriped tie, his favorite, was loosened. He always wore clothes that seemed to be made just for him. The way fabric fell on his body just seemed divine. His sleeves were rolled up, which meant it was the late afternoon. Frank’s arms were sculpted; his shoulders firm and round lead to his lovely neck with the top collar button unbuttoned. The prominence of his chest in the way that he walked showed that this man loved to go to the gym a fair amount.

With all the business I have to deal with, I could never allow myself to enjoy the gentle gaze that he always gave me when he saw me. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. So today I just allowed myself a polite smile, and hurried past. As we crossed paths, the scent of his cologne slowly drew my attention – it wasn’t overpowering, but just enough so that you’d notice. I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. “To the conference room,” I say quietly to myself as I make my way through the door. No one was here yet, of course. I was early – I’m always early.

I set my laptop down; the sudden whiff of his cologne filled my mind. It was never strong, but just enough for me to pick up on. My team suddenly filed into the room I was settling in. “Hey, Miss Early Bird!” My good friend Maria barged in, with her bubbly voice. “So I saw your guy going off somewhere with his friends in the hallway!” She always teased me about Frank and I, and how we would make a great looking couple.

“Thanks for the update, news channel 8, but you know I’m taken, and he’s not my ‘guy’,” I said, sticking my tongue out. Maria was my best friend. She knew all of my business, as all best friends should. But she knew the goings on in my head like she read my mind.

“He doesn’t have to know!” Maria winked at me.

The meeting started and I was distracted of course. My boss was ranting on about the merger and how much of a shithole this place was going to become (in not so many words, of course). But that smell kept taking me away in my head. Frank was so quiet, but attention-grabbing. A bit arrogant, but humble in a strange way. I liked the way that he would look at you with a warm stare but still was able to make you feel he looked through you. Frank had this way about him that made you anxious yet comfortable. Not to mention the air being thick with attraction every time we saw each other. For the past couple of months, I wrestled with the fantasy of standing in front of Frank and smelling the area around his shoulders to his neck. The thought of it even made me forget about the meeting. I felt a small mischievous smile graze my mouth.

Before I realized it, the meeting was over. For some reason, I was eager to get into the hallway where I had seen Frank. Small bouts of excitement helped the long day of work move just a bit faster. I was slightly disappointed when he obviously wasn’t there. I got to my desk and felt like a child that didn’t get to play with her toys.

My mind wandered again as I buried my head, staring at my dual computer screens. “I wonder what it would be like to see him, working out.” I bit my pen as my thoughts became increasingly dirty. A small fluttering in my stomach started as I thought about Frank sweaty. His caramel skin, athletic arms, clever smile and round lips. The fluttering became warm and moved down toward my thighs. “Great,” I thought to myself. “I’m not even half way through the day and I’m already getting that feeling..”

___

My job is fairly complex. Work seldom stops for me, and consumes a lot of my time. My boyfriend is a bit of a starving artist who seems to have the world at his fingertips, while I toil over excel spreadsheets and calls from idiots that need me to explain how to do their jobs. Like a job should, it fulfills me, but it does overwhelm me from time to time. I’m value added, my team is awesome, and my superiors love to bounce me around the country for business. It’s my love life that feels a little less exciting. Being a focused career girl, and having a boyfriend obsessed with his paintings and sketches, doesn’t exactly breed the best sex life.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but many times it just feels like we’re disconnected. Simply going through the motions seems to keep what we have together. But something seems to be missing. Intimacy can be faked, but raw passion is something that cannot be replaced. It is the random and spontaneous love-making that I desperately need. The thought of the raw sweat Escort Bayan of a man’s brow dripping on to the bed sheets makes me anxious. I would give anything to feel the flexion of his abdominals in to my hips. Grunting, moaning, grabbing. Hell! I just need that experience of one man worshipping my body as a sexual being. “Ha!” I chuckle, at the thought of simply asking to fuck more often. But even then, I have to be played with first and warmed up before a romp. I need to be worked up right, if I am to want more from my lover. Make me want more. Ensure that I want to own you as my own after. If a man could do that, then let’s just say my rabbit wouldn’t be “useful”. To be completely honest, I think my rabbit gets lucky more often than my boyfriend does. Actually, I know it does.

___

It was 6pm finally. The day dealing with invoices and angry customers with stupid requests was done. Well, until my phone went off again. I tried to pack my stuff away so that I could get home to my empty apartment – scrupulously clean, like I like it.

Hurrying down to the center elevator, I couldn’t help but think it would be purely serendipitous to run into Mr White on my way down. I could conveniently run into to him as we waited in the lobby. I could still smell that lingering scent of cologne from earlier in the day, just barely sensible to the nose. The look of Frank’s face with its five o’clock shadow, and his deep eyes that suggest sex. Umm. Just to watch him gently undoing his tie, as if to say “Can you please help me take my shirt off?”

The elevator came.. Sadly no one was in the lobby. A strong urge told me to wait for the next so I watched it go down without me. Pushing the down button again, an eager feeling started to rise in the base of my chest. I waited again. No strapping young man in the lobby. Helplessness crept over my belly. Small enough to ignore, yet noticeable. The tin box welcomed me and my slightly bummed attitude. The door closed, while I noticed the fake wood panelling and an ugly brown-green rug.

Suddenly, someone stuck his hand in the way of the sliding planes of steel. “Which dumb idiot is in such a rush?” I thought quietly to myself. The doors slid back open. I was pleasantly surprised to see the object of my desire at the other end of the sculpted arm. His massive frame glided into the tight space. Frank’s pants fit well, and he was wearing dress shoes that you could tell he took meticulous care of. He had his tried sex face that I can’t look at without staring.

“Thanks for not shutting the door on my hand,” he said half-jokingly giving me a charming, he wink.

“Next time, come on time!” I stuck my tongue out, then hit him on the shoulder. Our silly routine that made the day go by. He teased me and winked, which made my knees wobble. I gave him shit back with some strange face.

“Careful! My girl wouldn’t like random girls touching me,” he said, sticking his tongue out back at me.

“As if you don’t love it when I do stuff like that to you.” We both chuckled.

He looked back at me, as if to say “Yes, I do”. A small silence fell over the elevator as we tried to break eye contact. In just those few seconds, the sexual tension that I had grown accustomed to built between us.

“So, any plans tonight?” he asked.

“Um… Nothing really, Freddy’s got another art exhibit that he has to host.”

“That sucks monkey balls, dude.”

“Yeah, but what am I gonna do?”

“Um, let’s see.” A mischievous look came across his face as he looked in my direction. “You could hire a masseuse?” Frank said, with a sneaky inflection.

My heart leaped in my throat. “A masseuse? And how would I find one on short notice?” The anxious feeling quickly left, as I played with the idea in my head.

“Well, there is this awesome guy I know, has low rates, and would give you a discount with my referral,” he said confidently, as the elevator touched down to the parking garage. .

“Is that so!? Then tell him to call me for directions to my place,” I said instinctively. My mind wasn’t thinking. “I expect deep tissue. I need to get rid of this tightness in my quads.” I was surprised at how easily I fell into that role. But my body seemed to be taking the reins at this point.

“Jeez! Bossy lady!” Frank smiled at me with his usually suggestive sex face. “I’ll let him know,” he said, slyly sticking his tongue out at me. Softly. Tempting me.

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I got home faster than I expected. My mind raced over the fantasy of my personal “masseuse” working into my back, down my spine, and squeezing my hips. The warmth rising between his hands and my skin would take me over the edge. The image of our two bodies so close together touching each other filled my head. The slow anticipation of what would happen next . My body wouldn’t be able to handle it. The thought of a man like Frank smoothing his palms against the lengths of my legs, squeezing my muscles in my inner thighs, rubbing my feet and back to my thighs again, made me want. Just thinking about my calves Escort around his neck made my panties soak instantly.

“Great – now I have to hit the shower again!” I mumbled to myself, out of my trance. Cold showers always bought my head back to earth. And judging from the wetness between my legs, I needed it.

__

I stepped out of the shower refreshed as I looked at my phone. I put on my robe to see a missed a call from Frank’s number. I figured it was a question about work. He usually liked to call about work, then find some clever way of asking me to go somewhere.

Minutes later, my phone shook as I walked past the kitchen table to make tea – a text this time.

“Hello, this is F&W Massage Therapy Consulting. Half rates at $50 per half hour. Please confirm services for tonight by replying Y for yes or N for no”.

My thumbs acted of their own accord, “Y”

The reply was quick. “Consultant confirmed – E.T.A. 45 minutes”.

I laughed quietly. My excitement grew as time passed. “Is this really happening?’ I thought to myself “He has to be joking.” I rationalized it down. “After all, he has a girlfriend, and I have my absentee boyfriend.” My mind feasted on the fantasy. It would feel nice to have someone at least to cuddle with while I sat home alone. A man I was attracted to would be a plus, and someone that wouldn’t mind making the effort. I needed someone tall dark and handsome. Someone I was already comfortable with. Someone I wanted. Someone whose winks in the afternoon made me melt. For a split second, my knees felt like jelly.

___

The tea kettle sounded in the kitchen as the next text appeared on my phone.

“Consultant outside ;-)”

Slight shock and warm excitement overcame me as I hurried to the door to see Frank’s car parked in my driveway.

“Hey, I’m the masseuse for tonight’s therapy session. An associate of mine referred me here. Are you the right address?”

Frank stood at the bottom of my stoop with a confused look on his face. He seemed professional with his white T shirt, white khaki pants and a bag full of equipment. He gave himself to the role too well. The cotton fabric seemed to hug his torso just enough to cling lightly to his collar bone. My lips became jealous.

“Yes sir.” My thighs were screaming for his hands to touch them.

“Very good. I’ve not my table with me at the moment, so I think it would be best to use the bedroom.”

Without a word, I led him through the apartment and showed him the bed.

“I’ll set up on the bed here. You can take your robe off and watch me set the area. I promise I won’t peek,” he said with a wink. My pussy was suddenly warm.

Thoughts of his touch filled my head as I watched him. All I could think about was this behemoth humping inside of me. Frank’s huge hands holding my hips steady. My blood burned for it. I had to fight the warm feeling of anxiousness making me want to jump him right there.

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Frank laid towels down on the bed, and used one of my night stands as a table to hold various oils.

“Please lay down on your belly, and we will begin.”

I disrobed looking at him. My stare was soft with a wanting so strong I knew he could feel it in his chest. I presented myself to him in all of my naked glory. Frank never missed a step as he looked approvingly at my birthday suit.

I relaxed on his towels, and caught a whiff of his scent again as I did the hallway. The smell of him engulfed my brain. His cologne had weakened slightly, but still enough send my brain into a mush. I wanted to smell Frank on me. He could mark me, at least for tonight. I breathed in deeply to control my urges.

___

His hands were intoxicating. Frank spoke with his hands. This was the point of no return. My exposed body lying on my bed, face buried in one Frank’s warm towels, and his hands gently kneading into my back.

Frank was so careful. It felt as if his fingers knew every crevasse my body held secret. His hands explored every piece of skin that existed on my torso. First my neck, then into my shoulders, down the middle of my back. I felt him on my shoulder blades, to the meat between my ribs and sides, to the exposed flesh of my breasts, back to my sides and my lower back. He was methodical with his technique.

Frank’s palms found my backside then hips. Juices flowed between my legs as if preparing themselves for him. Slow circles soothed my hips as I felt Frank rock me forward and back. I couldn’t help but imagine how his hips would feel adjacent to mine. The feeling of his powerful thighs between mine, slamming his manhood inside of me made me moan.

My legs spread themselves. I wanted him so bad. His hands worked down my bottom to the insides of my thighs. No doubt I was drenched at this point. Fingers lightly explored me with a gentle firmness that caused my body to want more.

Finally Frank’s hands reached my lips and massaged my sex slowly. I grabbed my sheets as I knew a mind-numbing orgasm would ensue. I tried to hold back my throbbing Bayan Escort temptation. I wanted to enjoy his fingers for as long as I could stand it. To feel Frank inside of me was ecstasy.

His fingertips were nimble at first. Massage oil together with my wetness allowed for a smooth glide within my inner and outer lips. It felt like his fingers could touch and caress every inch of hot skin down there. I wanted them to. It felt good to feel large hands circling round my clit. With each pass, a finger seemed to venture further into my pink wetness. First shallow yet soft, then deeper with an ever firmer pressure. Not too long after that, I felt a second digit embed itself in deep. The slow rhythmic pushing and pulling of Frank’s probing was too overwhelming.

“If you don’t stop… I’m gonna…” I said, struggling.

“Shh… It’s ok…” Frank’s voice was soothing, “I didn’t come all this way for you to cum once… Go ahead… I want you to before I fuck you…”

My body started convulsing at those words and my eyes felt like they rolled themselves to the back of my head. “Ohhh,” I screamed. “Oh My God! Why does this have to be so good!” My mouth grunted words into the pillow absorbing my slurred vowels. My hands wrapped themselves in the fitted bed sheets trying to stabilize my quivering body. My hips humped at Frank’s palm, quickening in pace as I felt the last of my insides flex around his fingers.

Back and forth, his hand was firm and steady as the second wave of convulsions came. I wanted Frank so bad. I imagined his pants down and his throbbing erection pumping me as my abdomen strained and flexed. My body felt like it was possessed by passion.

____

My chest rose and fell as I tried to calm myself. It took time to center my mind enough to get to what I really wanted. I would be spent if it wasn’t for the burning desire to feel Frank’s cock force itself into my long-awaiting cunt. To see what he looked like with his confining pants off. Just to see what was causing that tent in Frank’s loins.

I was too worked up to wait any longer. I needed to see what was making me so crazy. I needed to see what made him a man. My hand instinctively reached for his crotch, pulling down Frank’s pants. His boxers fell to the floor.

Frank presented his hips with a stiff erection pointed at my face. My hands explored his girth with the utmost care. My thighs feared the thought of it inside of my pink wetness. I pulled my body in front of Frank with legs wide for him. I looked into his eyes which seemed to burn into mine. I knew that, at that moment, Frank wanted me as much as I wanted him. Finally we could give ourselves to the thing that we’d been dancing around for months. Now was our chance.

His hands found my hips again, his hard erection pointed right at my entrance. Hips drew close to mine. The tip touched just outside of my pussy lips, warm and ready, and wet. He used his hand to guide himself around my sex. Still he wanted torture me.

“Even now you tease me?” The words escape my breath.

“Better to savor you with, my dear,” Frank declared.

He made circles around my pussy using only the head of his throbbing manhood. I wasn’t sure how much I could stand. My clit wanted so much.

“Please Frank, I want it”.

Slowly his hips fell into my wetness. I felt him fill all of me, consume my being. The slow rocking motion of Frank’s thighs was hypnotizing to my body. He held my legs with one hand while the other palmed my mound, rubbing my clit in circles. My head arched back to give Frank’s cock more room to invade me. I loved his hands on me, his face as he forced himself not to cum. Even the faint smell of Frank’s sweat from this morning drove me to the point of madness.

His pelvis started to buck quickly. The ramming inside of me felt more and more intense with the thuds coming from Frank’s determined need. I could feel the engorged member between my legs. My excitement grew again. He pinned my hips against the bed as I held the meat between his shoulders and neck. Frank went harder and harder as thuds grew louder.

My chest rose as I started to feel the impending orgasm build. His slow grunts became more frequent, and his cock started to flex. I saw Frank’s jaws part as he spoke the first utterance of my name. My body was sent reeling with Frank’s cry. Both of our hips rolled in and out of each other, trying to make sense of the beautiful chaos our bodies had built up over the past few months. My thighs erupted in huge muscle spasms that seemed to last forever.

Frank doubled over me as our orgasm took what last bit of energy he had. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I returned the embrace. I rested my head on his.

______

All my thoughts were wrapped in this man as I lay admiring Frank’s performance. This man was the one I had fantasized about for so long. This man that teased me all day, and left me mesmerized. The winks and flirtatious smiles we teased each other with. Our small attempts at small talk led up to all of this. Frank’s broad shoulders over my body and small scents of cologne in my sheets. My urges to smell him or touch him were like a drug to me. Frank was mine, at least for tonight. Now, the question was… How do can I get another appointment for next week?

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Chapter 7 — The Pine Tree

The morning after their date with Elaine and Joe neither Patrick or Marie wanted to get out of bed. Patrick snuggled up behind Marie and began to slowly caress her breast with his thumb beginning at the bottom curve and traveling to the outside of her breast before moving to circle her nipple until it stood straight out begging to be sucked. As Patrick’s thumb played he slowly kissed the back of Marie’s neck until she was purring like a cat.

Marie twisted to meet Patrick’s mouth their tongues entwining , massaging, savoring. Marie raised her leg allowing Patrick entry to her and just as he was about to slide into her…

“Are you two ever going to get up?,” Laura, Marie’s sister, called from downstairs her footsteps climbing the stairs.

“Damn, Damn, Damn!!!,” Patrick muttered under his breath as Marie patted his arm in apology.

Laura burst into the room and plopped herself down on their bed bouncing. “It’s a beautiful dock day! Get your lazy asses out of bed and come play with us!,” she said.

“Tell you what,” Marie began. “Give us a minute and we will be right down. Ok?”

“Didn’t you two get enough sex last night?,” Laura asked. “The whole room reeks of it.”

“Laura,” Patrick began but Marie cut him off.

“It’s not like you and James aren’t pretending you are rabbits yourselves.,” Marie said.

“Completely beside the point.,” Laura said but she did climb off the bed and start to leave the room.

Patrick looked at Marie both wondering if Laura and James had any clue of what they had done the previous night. Shrugging they got up and pulled on their swimsuits and headed out to enjoy their day.

As usual the talk on the dock centered around what they were going to do for dinner. After about an hour of discussion everyone decided on The Pine Tree. There was a live band and everyone thought it would be fun to do a little dancing.

The day flew by and soon it was time to get cleaned up for dinner. Marie did manage to give Patrick a quick blow job when he got out of the shower.

“Mmmm, my favorite appetizer.,” Marie said wiping her lips as Patrick lay on the bed completely satisfied. “But you need to get your ass in gear big boy.”

“You’re the one that threw me on the bed and sucked me dry.,” Patrick retorted climbing out of bed and into his clothes.

“Well I wanted to make sure that you didn’t have anything left for any little sluts on the dance floor.,” Marie said with a devilish grin.

“Silly girl,” Patrick said “I wouldn’t fuck them on the dance floor. That’s what the pool tables are for.”

Marie threw a fake punch at him and he pretended to cower in fear. Laughing they made their way downstairs Escort Bayan and into the car for the short ride to The Pine Tree.

The Pine Tree was a combination restaurant and bar that had always been a hole in the wall, that was until it burned a few years back and was rebuilt as a log cabin. Now it featured a separate dining room and a large bar with a good sized dance floor. The crowd at the bar was a good mix of natives and tourists and everyone was friendly.

As Patrick walked in from parking the car he noticed a new face behind the bar. She had long dark hair that immediately caught his attention. Patrick wanted to walk over to the bar and say hello but their party had already been seated. Marie caught Patrick’s eye as he walked in and she looked towards the bar with a knowing grin. She knew husband’s taste in women and the brunette behind the bar definitely fit the bill.

Dinner was a blur and soon Grandmama had loaded up the kids with instructions for everyone to have a good time. Everyone waved and headed to the bar Patrick’s eyes scanning but there was no sign of the new face behind the bar. Patrick ordered drinks for everyone and they moved to a table near where the band would be setting up.

The regular crowd began to come in and both Patrick and James found themselves checking out the hotties in their short skirts and tight tanks. Of course Laura and Marie had their own eye candy with the guys wanting to show off to attract the hotties.

Finally the band set up and began to play. The four of them moved to the floor and began to dance. The crowd was a little slow and they were the only ones on the floor but they were having fun so they didn’t mind. The band played a good mix of rock and county; everything from The Allman Brothers to Lady Antebellum and pretty much anything in between. They did seem to settle in to Southern Rock pretty well which was odd considering that they were in a bar in upstate New York.

Several times the band called for fill in singers and Laura got up a few times and did a great job. As the crowd loosened up more people danced and James and I found ourselves pretty popular as we were more than happy to partner with the occasional hottie when Marie and Laura where ready for a break. On more than one occasion Patrick found himself reacting to roaming hands and when he had to adjust Marie would smile knowingly at him. This was exactly why she had sucked him off earlier. She wanted him thinking about her and not them; however that is easier said than done when tits and asses are being pressed against you by young women who know you are there with someone and obviously don’t care.

While moving across the dance floor Patrick looked toward their table and Escort saw the mystery brunette dropping off another round. Nearly stumbling all over his partner Patrick tried to drink in every detail. She had straight dark brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and dark eyes. She wasn’t very tall maybe 5’2″ or so but she was wearing cowboy boots and skin tight jeans that showed off her ass.

Patrick wasn’t sure how he made it through the rest of the dance but finally it was over and he headed back to Marie at their table.

“No I don’t know her name.,” Marie said grinning at Patrick

“Whose name?,” Patrick asked his feigned innocence falling flat.

“The cute brunette that you have been staring at or trying to find all night.,” Marie said.

Patrick sat down heavily looking at his beautiful wife. “Do you mind?,” he asked seriously.

“Hell no.,” Marie said. “I think she is pretty hot too. Why don’t you see if you can set something up for the three of us?”

“Yes Dear!,” Patrick said standing up and heading for the bar.

It was a crowded night so Patrick wasn’t able to get the brunette’s attention so he moved to the end of the bar where the staff went to get their own drinks and decided to wait for an opportunity. Several times he thought he was going to get his chance but she always got called away. Patrick’s stomach was beginning to get butterflies. “Damn!,” he thought, “I haven’t felt like this in forever.”

As time dragged on Patrick found himself watching one of the TV’s above the bar and was distracted when she walked right by him. She called out to a customer and Patrick heard a distinct southern lilt to her voice. His head whipped around but she was gone into the crowd with a tray full of drinks.

Patrick found himself following her like a puppy. He wasn’t sure what spell she had on him but the sound of her voice had mesmerized him, so out of place in this environment. Patrick saw that she was setting the drinks down at the table right next to theirs and saw Marie grinning at him.

Gone was the puppy and back was the man his desire flaring. The band switched to a Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum and Patrick smoothly moved to the brunette sweeping her into his arms and placing the empty tray on their table. Dark brown eyes stared up at him in annoyance as he guided her effortlessly onto the dance floor his arms pulling her close to him.

“Thanks for the dance.,” Patrick began. “I’m Patrick and you are?”

“Busy.,” came the reply in that sweet southern voice. She hadn’t placed her arms around Patrick but was following his lead. “And I need to get back to work.”

“What’s your name and I will let you get back to work then?,” Patrick asked.

Suddenly Bayan Escort she stopped moving. “Does this approach usually work for you?,” she asked.

“Evidently not, but this is the first time I’ve tried it so maybe I need to work on it some. What would you suggest?,” Patrick asked.

Those dark eyes suddenly sparked with amusement and Patrick felt his heart race. “You might try it when the person won’t get in trouble for dancing on duty to begin with.,” she replied the beginnings of a grin turning up the corners of her sensual mouth.

Patrick released her from his arms and smiled himself as she didn’t immediately move away. Their eyes locked and Patrick watched as her lips parted slightly her face rising towards his. Patrick lowered his face as if to kiss her. Time seemed to suddenly move in slow motion Patrick’s heart hammered in his chest. Instead of a kiss her lips went to his ear whispering, “My name is Rebecca, but you can call me Tiny.”

As smoothly as Patrick had whisked her onto the dance floor she retrieved her tray and headed back to the bar. Patrick sat back down at their table with a sigh.

“So?,” Marie asked.

“I must must really be out of practice.,” Patrick said with a frown. “She didn’t seem to have much fun.”

“I’m not too sure about that.,” Marie replied. She hasn’t stopped checking you out from the bar yet.

Patrick smiled not whipping his head around like he wanted to . “Really?,” he asked.

“Really, babe! And why don’t you think she wasn’t having fun?”

“Well she didn’t put her arms around me and I was really trying to be charming.,” Patrick said.

“Patrick,” Marie began, “Charm oozes out of you when you breathe. Just be patient.”

Patrick and Marie continued to dance throughout the night but all too soon the band finished and last call sounded. They hadn’t realized that it had gotten so late and began looking for Laura and James but they were no where to be found. Patrick checked the back porch a favorite spot for smokers and those seeking a little privacy but they weren’t there either.

As Patrick reentered the bar he saw Marie talking to Tiny. A smile lit his face as he walked towards them naughty thoughts coursing through his brain.

“Hey Babe,” Marie called to him, “Tiny here was just telling me that James and Laura left about an hour ago. We were so wrapped up in that slow dance that they didn’t want to bother us. They got Joe and Elaine to give them a ride back to the cottage.”

Patrick’s eyes widened in surprise and jealousy. Joe and Elaine had been here and given James and Laura a ride? Patrick wondered if they were going to offer them a night time boat ride too.

“Patrick Sugar?,” the sound of Tiny’s voice startling him back to attention. “You still with us? A far off stare like that could make a girl feel like you weren’t paying attention.”

“Oh you two have all of my attention, sorry.,” Patrick said smiling at the two of them.

To be continued…

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A MYSTERIOUS COLLEAGUE

He loved his colleague but how to further the relationship is a problem.

This is entirely a work of fiction.

Jennie was an enigma. Most of her colleagues were content not to pry (they had their own problems) although in some cases, mostly female, they resented her svelte appearance. Generally however the staff respected Jennie’s obvious desire for privacy and rarely questioned the young lady. She was not unpleasant in any way, it was more an unwillingness on her behalf to discuss either herself or her background.

Everyone knew that she had qualified as a Chartered Architect before joining the firm but even the simple matter of where she lived was known only to the practice secretary.

However Martin did not share this general apathy. Far from it. In fact he was growing ever more deeply in love with Jenny and had been attracted to the young woman from their first meeting but despite having worked closely with his colleague for more than three years he still knew little more about his colleague than he had known in the first week.

They had started together as newly qualified graduates, but from different universities, and despite occupying adjacent work stations he still felt completely excluded from her life.

She had been friendly enough right from their earliest meeting but there it had stopped. There were none of those occasional admissions of frailty nor of growing trust which marked an emergent work relationship and no references were ever made to either her home or family life. In marked contrast Martin occasionally found himself running on about various problems outside of the office but not Jennie. All her conversation was limited strictly to work related matters.

He knew that she lived somewhere central because she obviously walked to work, and that she had a posh sounding mother up North (there were very occasional incoming telephone calls which were always cut short by Jennie) but other than that he knew nothing.

Did she have a boy friend? She never alluded to one even in passing and other than those personal calls from her mother she received none, at least not in the office. She took her full complement of holiday allowance but unlike others never gave any clue as to where she spent the breaks.

All in all she had become a mystery woman.

Jennie wore sensible but expensive clothes to work, usually tailored trousers and a matching jacket over a buttoned up shirt or severe blouse, work wear suitable for a woman who as part of her job needed to visit building sites and clamber about on scaffolding. She wore a minimum of makeup, a mere smear of lipstick and eye shadow although her hair was fashionably and professionally cut.

That was until the staff Christmas party.

This was the first formal event to take place since Jennie and Martin had joined the firm and like all those already assembled in the bar his mouth had dropped open when she eventually made her entrance. In an electric blue designer dress with a boned top and knee length skirt, with shining black hair cut severely in a head hugging helmet and five inch heels she was drop dead gorgeous as conveyed by the sudden silence which greeted her arrival.

Since then his curiosity had grown ever stronger. In his sexual fantasies he clung to the memory of that first revelation of the sensual woman normally hidden by pin stripe suiting and presented with the minimum of makeup. He began to look forward to her dazzling appearances at those black tie events when the practice entertained clients and his admiration grew steadily. So much so that he would sometimes find himself mentally undressing this source of all his desires until a pointed look from Jennie would force him into surreptitiously adjusting his clothing and making a bid to concentrate on work related matters.

What’s more he went home most nights feeling despondent at the attentions she received daily from almost every other red blooded male in the firm, from partner down to print boy. Perhaps it was one of those simpering idiots who got to fuck her? Did she put out for one of those prats who regularly sauntered up to their adjacent work stations merely to hit on Jennie?

However there was one thing at least which cheered him and gave him limited solace for she never, ever, gave any sign of being partial to even a single one of those would be admirers. So he would eventually drift off to sleep often to partially wake in the early hours humping the mattress convinced that Jennie was there beneath him and urging him on to greater efforts.

………….

Three years into their careers they were now working jointly on the design for a large distribution depot. Early on this involved a trip out to the Midlands and an overnight stop in an hotel. The day had gone well with the client’s representative making all the right noises so when they eventually booked in he suggested that they met later for a meal.

“Alright.”

She agreed but he could detect no particular warmth in the reply.

“What Escort Bayan sort of food do you like?”

He persisted unwilling to merely opt for the hotel dining room but in this he was disappointed.

“Oh anything. Let’s just book a table here.”

Later he was in his room and feeling dismayed at Jennie’s lack of willingness to be adventurous. Surely she might have relaxed her uptight manner given where they were and how long they had worked together?

He stripped off his clothes and fiddled with the shower controls before eventually getting the temperature to his liking.

But how gorgeous had she looked when she eventually reappeared? In the half hour before they met in the restaurant she had applied full make up and changed into a dress which emphasised her shapely body without appearing in any way tarty. He was in love, there was no denying his emotions, but would it ever be reciprocated? There seemed little chance. However by the time he was soaping his body a semi erection had hardened fully as if to emphasise his sense of loss.

Almost against his will he began to run his fist up and down the swollen flesh, sucking in air as the friction induced waves of pleasure which made him even stiffer. Did Jennie like sex, did she even enjoy fucking? Did she masturbate? Was she frigging herself now? Well one thing was sure, he would never know.

“Oh god,” he whispered to himself as the thought of her naked body made his balls tighten before, in an abject feeling of loneliness, he jerked out arcs of sperm which joined the rivulets of soapy water on the shower curtain.

………….

Then came that eventful day when everything in his life changed. He did not know it at the time but so besotted was he with this puzzling and distant woman that he would have latched onto anything which might conceivably get him closer to Jennie.

It all began after the lunch break on one unremarkable Friday.

They had spent the afternoon assembling tender documents for the Distribution Centre which were to go by courier that very evening. Finally the sets were ready, Bills of Quantities, Building and Services Specifications, and drawings neatly folded to A4 size all assembled in labelled boxes and laid out on the meeting room table. They paused for an overdue coffee break and Martin was recalling that Jennie had been unusually indecisive over the previous week or more when she suddenly turned to him and with one simple request changed their relationship for ever.

“Martin I need your help, I’ve got no one else I can turn to.”

She reached out and put her hand over his. This first and totally out of character moment of contact caused an instant electrical charge to shoot directly into his groin.

“But first you must promise not to repeat anything that I tell you, and I mean not to anyone?”

“You have my word.”

Although astonished by the sudden turn of events he had no hesitation in committing himself fully. That this so secretive woman would seek his help, and his alone, was a real turn up for the book. However she still seemed to be having an internal battle with herself so he was made to wait before Jennie eventually came to a decision and finally spoke.

“Will you pretend to be my boy friend?”

In the event this didn’t seem such a difficult request. He had feared something far more onerous but as things turned out how wrong could anyone ultimately be?

“Of course but why?”

“I need your help to get rid of a stalker.”

“Why don’t you just call the police?”

“Well you see it isn’t as easy as that because for a number of reasons I can’t risk involving anyone else.”

Martin was now becoming very confused but by clinging to the simple upsurge of pleasure that he had initially felt but also the possibility of getting closer to Jennie he had no difficulty in saying yes.

“Of course I’ll go along with whatever you want me to do, even be your boyfriend.”

In this way he tried to inject some humour into the situation but was quickly disabused.

“Pretend boyfriend.” She was quick to correct him before abruptly rising to her feet clearly having recovered at least some of her normal decisiveness.

“Look, let’s get this stuff over to the post room then get out of here. I’ll buy you a drink and tell you the whole sorry story.”

They ended up at a smart city pub which was far enough from the office to avoid chance acquaintances. Once installed in a booth with a bottle of wine she began her explanation. At first she was hesitant but slowly grew more fluent.

“I met this older bloke recently…I hadn’t seen him for six or seven years and he wanted a date but I wasn’t keen…anyway to cut a long story short he threatened to expose something from my past which I don’t want to become public knowledge so I finally agreed to go out with him…not surprisingly the whole evening turned out to be a disaster and ended with him coming on far too strong so I left in a hurry, but he has been following me ever since.”

“So Escort when was this err…date?”

“Ten days ago.”

“Is he here?” Martin was already looking around curious as to whether they were being watched.

“No, at least not yet, but I never know for sure if or where he will turn up.”

Martin sat back his brain whirring but then leant forward.

“So how do you want to play this?”

“Well for a start I thought that we could go out for a meal tonight. Friday night is when he’s almost bound to follow me and then with a bit of luck he’ll see us together.”

“Okay, that suits me. I haven’t got anything on.”

He showered and excited at the prospect of getting closer to the woman he worshipped began reviewing their conversation in the bar.

What was her previous relationship with this “bloke” that was following her and, more importantly, what was he threatening to expose? Having previously considered Jennie as being rather a conventional person, although a goddess in his eyes, he was having to rapidly rethink everything he had earlier assumed. Still, it might all be merely a foolish worry on her part and his presence on the scene would likely frighten the stalker off.

Martin arrived first. He was given a table towards the rear from where he saw Jennie enter a few minutes later and his heart leapt in anticipation as she waved and made her way over. Her hair was shining with health and she was wearing a crisp white blouse unbuttoned enough to show a tantalising cleavage teamed with a flared skirt which did not quite cover her delicious knees.

He stood to greet Jennie only to be surprised when she flamboyantly pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips. Time stood still as he savoured the unexpected intimacy of the contact. With her breasts pressed against his chest and their thighs in contact he was blissfully happy until he realised rather belatedly that this embrace was all for the benefit of the possible watcher.

“Is he already here?” Martin spoke while restraining the urge to look over her shoulder.

“He followed me from home so he’s probably outside peering through the window.”

“Then that’s the only reason you kissed me?”

“Why, did it offend you?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“No, I didn’t…In fact I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

“You have, bloody hell. And?”

“It was nice.”

“Only nice! Perhaps if we practice I’ll get better?”

“Stop it Martin, behave yourself.”

Jennie then kept up an almost continuous stream of inconsequential chatter interspersed by occasionally and ostentatiously taking his hand in hers to point up the reason for the ‘date’. Despite his knowing it was all merely make believe Martin was soon a fair way to being transported to paradise and by the time they had finished the main course he had completely forgotten the stalker. That was until she stood and he was hauled swiftly back to reality.

“I’m off to the Ladies. Don’t look now but he’s the bald bloke sitting at the bar.”

She went off and Martin decided it was safe to let his gaze casually roam about the tables before eventually settling on the bar area. Thankfully the man in question had his back turned but he judged the drinker to be in his fifties or maybe a bit older and expensively dressed although clearly ill at ease. When Jennie reappeared he saw the man get up to leave and jerked his head towards the door in an effort to signal the departure. Jennie merely nodded knowing he had left.

“Will we see him again?” Martin was curious as to whether there was a pattern to this stalking.

“Who knows?” She shuddered expressively and passed up the pudding in favour of offering Martin coffee back at her place. Wow thought Martin as he paid with his credit card. I’ll actually get to find out where she lives.

When they emerged onto the street a Taxi appeared by magic as soon as she raised her arm.

“That’s a very useful skill to have.” His laugh which accompanied this admiring observation was genuine and her almond eyes lit up with shared amusement although she was at the same time taking a surreptitious look around.

“It’s a gift I have. I just happen to believe that one will appear and then of course it does.” They settled back in the seat for the short drive.

“Did you see him outside the restaurant?” He asked.

“No. Maybe he’s got the message.” But she seemed to be more hopeful than truly convinced.

The black cab dropped them at the entrance to an apartment block which had clearly been converted from a dock side warehouse. The refurbished goods lift took them up to the top floor and she opened the door to the penthouse suite. Martin”s jaw dropped as they entered a space which he remembered well having seen it illustrated in all the trade journals and even the Sunday Newspapers. His amazement was clear enough to impinge on Jennie who was still worried at encountering the stalker.

“All thanks to my father.” She encompassed the space with a Bayan Escort negligent sweep of her hand. “Sit down anywhere you like and I’ll get the coffee.” Jennie turned back to him as she was making her way to the open plan kitchen, “Would you like a brandy to be going on with?”

He nodded yes but spoke on a different matter. “Who is he, I mean that bloke in the restaurant bar?” She took her time before answering.

“It’s a long story but you deserve to know more.” She poured two hefty slugs of Armanac before continuing. “When I was a teenager I was a wild child, particularly after my parents had their final argument, which was when I became a prostitute.”

With that bombshell she heaped coffee into a cafettiere leaving him winded and bereft of words.

“Not on the streets you understand,” she then continued in a matter of fact voice, “At seventeen I became a high class tart with a pad of my own and the clients all came through an agency. Anyway, to cut a long story short, the punter that you saw tonight was one of my regulars before I eventually saw the light and got out of the game. That incidentally was when I went off to Edinburgh to study Architecture.”

Martin was now reduced to a stunned silence. She laughed at the bewildered expression on his face as she came over with a tray.

“You thought all along that I was secretive, didn’t you? Now you know why.”

She sat down facing him but with a low table between. It was now clear to him why her clients must have kept coming back. After all hadn’t he lusted after just the plain workaday Jennie but looking at her now, all dressed up, she was definitely dynamite. With an effort he pulled himself back to the present

“So how did he find you again?”

“Oh it was one of those freak accident’s…but then when I wouldn’t resume sexual relations with him he threatened to write to the partners at the office…and may still do so for all I know.”

“What a bloody mess.”

“Isn’t it just, and I’m reluctant to get my father involved because his solution would inevitably result in the bloke being harmed, or worse.”

“Jesus H. Christ, Jennie! I can’t get my head around a man who can afford this place and who can deal violently with a stalker.”

“Oh he wouldn’t do it himself. It would all be delegated.”

“So who is your father that he can wield such clout?”

“He is Sheik Harrifa Ouaza, a member of the Arabian royal family, an international oil baron and a big wheel in OPEC.”

“Oh fucking hell,” was all Martin could manage following this revelation. His mind was now in serious danger of melt down what with one amazing disclosure after another. In fact he knew precisely who the Sheik was for his photo regularly appeared in all the papers, seen with his horses in the winners enclosure, with royalty at various functions, and on his yacht in the Med.

…………………………….

“We have to make a plan.” She was now appealing directly to Martin not only verbally but also with expressive eyes.

“What do you mean we?”

“You said that you would help me or are you having second thoughts?”

“I did didn’t I and no, I’m not about to desert you.”

He fell back against the expensive leather and covered his eyes thinking that the original request merely to be a ‘pretend’ boyfriend had escalated alarmingly. But he accepted that he was in this for the long run and would continue to help whatever transpired. So it was a fully committed Martin who broke the pregnant silence.

“Perhaps I need to have a quiet word with your stalker and convince him of the potential trouble his actions might cause.”

“Thank you Martin. That seems to be the first step, and it will come better from you,” she was now all of a sudden looking hopeful, “he might believe you when he would just think that I was trying yet another way to be rid of him.”

“Is he outside right now?”

She went through to the front of the apartment and after a minute or so came back.

“He’s at his usual place across the road, half hidden in a doorway.”

“Well I’ll go down and confront him. There’s no time like the present.”

It proved to be brave talk and in fact he was close to chickening out before tentatively approaching the man a few minutes later.

“Don’t go, I mean you no harm.”

The man had looked about to flee and the fear on his face when suddenly faced by a younger and obviously stronger male did much to restore Martin’s confidence.

“You must leave Jennie alone.”

“Jennie? Is that what she calls herself now?”

Martin suddenly realised that the stalker must know his colleague by another name.

“What do you call her?”

“Yasmina.”

He filed that away for later consideration then got on with the purpose of this confrontation.

“You’ve got to stop hounding her.”

“How can I? I love Yasmina.”

“But she’s going to marry me.”

“I don’t think so. Not when you find out about her past.”

He was now getting increasingly cocky which in turn caused Martin to suddenly lose his cool. Grabbing the man by the collar he drew back his arm to strike but then stayed his fist in mid air. After all he had himself worshipped the same woman for years without hope of any recognition. He spoke honestly.

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Sally had a dreamy look in her eyes as Brian’s cock thrust in and out of her cunt. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he fucked her. “Uhh… Uhh… Uh! Uhh!” she exclaimed in time to his driving his impatient cock into her. Soon he panted heavily and squirmed as he spurted. Every pulse of cum that traversed his cock and shot into her pussy wracked his nuts.

Then it was over. Like it had always been.

After a few moments, Brian pulled out and got dressed for work. He bent down and kissed his wife, and left. Sally usually used the slippery semen as lubricant to bring herself to orgasm. This time she heaved a big sigh and lay there in bed for a while. At least he thinks I’m attractive, she told herself. At least he’s not fucking another woman. Then she giggled out loud. What other woman would see a man who just sticks it in, cums, and leaves?

She got up and put on a clean pair of panties, a shift dress, and sandals.

After breakfast, Sally went outside to tend to the plants in the front yard, and was surprised when her neighbor Rick drove up and stopped in his driveway. She waved at him as he got out of his car, and asked if he was okay.

“I’m taking the week off work to get things done around the house. I just got back from the hardware store. Hey, you look great today, Sally!”

She blushed. I wonder how much I should tell him, she asked herself. “Actually, I’m okay. Kind of frustrated, but okay. How is Sherry?”

“We aren’t seeing each other any more. We had different expectations. You said you were frustrated. Is it something you can talk about?”

She looked down for a moment. She did feel that she needed to talk to someone. “Come in and I’ll fix us some coffee and we can talk.”

While the coffee was brewing she wondered how much she should tell Rick about her situation. As she poured the coffee she decided to confide in him and tell him everything.

As they sipped coffee and made small talk, Sally felt Rick’s eyes on her bare legs. She also felt him scan her up and down a few times and knew that there was some hunger there. She idly wondered what his cock looked like, and how long he’d thrust inside a woman before surrendering to a healthy series of spurts. She wondered if Rick cared about the woman’s orgasms, or ate pussy, something that Brian refused to do.

Rick pressed her for details about her frustration.

Sally Escort Bayan broke down and told Rick how Brian fucks her frequently, and that their lovemaking only lasts until he spurts inside her, and there’s almost never any foreplay, and how she has to take care of her own orgasms after he pulls out and leaves. “He fucks me almost every morning. I let him, because I’m his wife, and I should, right? He never eats my pussy – he thinks men shouldn’t do that. I’ve started to read erotic stories now for some satisfaction, and I haven’t had my pussy eaten since before I met Brian. All my orgasms are from my own hand now. At least he’s not cheating on me, so maybe I should just accept it, and counseling’s not an option, I’ve already suggested it.”

She paused a moment, then put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Rick, I guess I had to tell someone. Please don’t think badly of me.”

Rick was momentarily stunned by Sally’s revelation. Her need was almost tangible. His cock was hard in his pants and he tried not to show it. He slowly put one hand behind her head, and drew near. First their lips lightly touched. Then, in a burst of passion, they both pressed in for kisses like anxious teenagers. Finally Sally, with wide, excited eyes, said, “Rick – I’m married.”

“I know, Sally.”

He knelt before her and slowly ran his hands up and down her bare legs from her ankles to her knees. She liked the attention and the touching. Then he removed her sandals and lightly rubbed her feet, and brought them up to his lips for tender kisses. She trembled, letting him know how good it felt without saying a word. With each passing moment, her wanting got feverishly more intense.

“Sally,” he whispered, “Let me lick your pussy.”

She gasped. “Rick – I can’t, he fucked me this morning, and I didn’t clean up.”

“It doesn’t matter, Sally.”

Rick put his hands under her dress and reached for her panties. A little tug, and she raised her hips in spite of herself. He managed to slip them off without much trouble, and grasped her knees and spread them apart. Her “dirty blonde” pussy hair between her spread wifely legs caused his heart to race. He pulled her forward and inhaled the sweet and musky scent of her used and aroused pussy. His cock pulsed in his jeans and ejected a spurt of pre-cum.

Sally gasped at the first lick Escort of Rick’s tongue on her pussy. He licked several times, and she softly moaned. Delving deeper, he planted firm kisses on her snatch, and her breathing deepened. He aggressively ate her starved pussy, and in short order she crested. “Unnnh! Mnnnnuh! Unnghhh!” A little of the mixture of spent sperm and her love juices came out, and he fervently licked and swallowed.

He allowed a moment, and said, “There’s more in there. Get on top of me.” Then he lay back on the rug, and Sally, without any hesitation, straddled his mouth. Rick looked up at her orgasm-flushed face, and began to lick and kiss her oft-fucked pussy.

Sally made sexy wordless sounds as Rick aggressively extracted Sally’s husband’s sperm from her snatch. She vigorously rocked her hips as she again climaxed, and a few moments later, again.

“Oh God, Rick,” she panted, “I can’t take any more!”

She lay on the rug beside him, panting and smiling. She pulled Rick on top of her and gave him intense, grateful kisses. She said, “Let me see your cock. I want to see what Sherry used to get inside her.”

In an instant, his jeans and briefs were on the floor and he knelt between Sally’s open legs. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and pumped it. When Rick saw the teasing gleam in her eyes, and her bright smile, he could not hold back any more.

“Aaaaugh!” he exclaimed as his ample sperm jetted out from his cock onto her cunt and her pussy hair. His ejaculation went on and on, and Sally giggled. When she released her grip on his cock, he bent down where he had spurted.

“Rick, what are you – Oh God, you’re licking it up! How sexy! Oh my God, I can’t believe it!”

When he finished his cleanup task, he put his clothes back on, and said, “I’d better get back. You don’t know how sexy you are, Sally.”

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The next morning Rick heard a timid knock at his front door. When he opened it, he saw that it was Sally and invited her in. He had been thinking of his experience with her the previous day, and when he saw how she looked, his cock immediately hardened. Sally wore a long T-shirt that came down over her shorts, and she was barefoot.

“Wow, Sally, you look hot!”

She smiled. “I’m just an ordinary housewife, Rick.” Then she cocked her head to one side. Bayan Escort “I really enjoyed what you did yesterday. I didn’t realize I was missing out on so much pleasure. We can’t do that at my place, it’s too risky. Can we go to your bedroom?”

Rick took her by the hand and led her to his room. Sally removed her long T-shirt, shorts and her panties and stood naked before him. “Will you take your clothes off too?” she suggested. Rick didn’t have to be asked twice to undress in front of an attractive naked woman in his bedroom. He quickly shed his clothes and stood there, his cock throbbing, and wondered what her agenda was.

“Brian was a little late to work this morning,” she giggled. “After he fucked me, I kept him inside me and told him to fuck me again. It took him a little longer, but I got another serving from him. Yesterday felt so good – would you do that again?”

When she saw the assent in his eyes, she continued, “Would you let me be on top?”

Rick immediately lay back on the bed and motioned for Sally to climb on board. Her insides trembled as she positioned herself straddling Rick’s mouth, and settled in. He began to extract his neighbor’s payload as Sally rocked her hips. She was completely uninhibited as she displayed a sensuous fluidity of movement as she rode him.

As much as she tried to make it last, she couldn’t help but give in and surrender to one, two, three orgasms by the time Rick had gotten (and swallowed) all that he could.

She lay on top of him and they lightly kissed for a while. After some cuddling Rick rolled over on top of her and aggressively kissed her. She reached down and grasped his steel-hard member. “I shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, “because I’m married.” Then she guided his cock into her pussy.

He slid in easily, and took care to keep from crossing the line as he thrust inside her. Eventually nature took its course and he swore he saw stars as he spurted and spurted.

He silently lay on top of her for several minutes, recovering from a most intense sexual experience. Finally, Sally giggled, and whispered, “Rick… would you -“

“Yes!” he interrupted, and gave her two more orgasms as he fervently extracted what he had exuberantly spurted inside her moments earlier.

Two to three times a week, Sally the ordinary housewife goes next door. In a completely wordless dance, they discard their clothes, he eats her creampie to more than one tumultuous orgasm, and proceeds to fuck her silly, after which he has more creamy dessert.

Sally wonders how she is going to cope when Rick finds a girlfriend he can go out with.

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Hunting with wolves. Racing with lions. Hanging out with sloths. Swimming with dolphins.

These are the things my dreams included, and more. I had always wondered what it would be like to be a creature of the wild.

Nobody wanted to experience the wild with all the passion in their heart, like I did.

What I didn’t realize was that becoming wild and giving into my baser instincts didn’t necessarily mean becoming an animal… until recently.

Working at a zoo is very time consuming. Many people seem to think it’d be easy and a lot of fun. It can be fun, but it’s also hard and, at times, dangerous. This has been proven by many a zoo keeper who’s gotten mauled or injured by the bigger animals. Sometimes even small ones, such as snakes or other things in the bug and reptile houses. I’ve never been hurt in my line of work, and I don’t plan to be. I’m very cautious, but I love all the animals very much. They’re a part of my family.

One day, as I was feeding the birds in the aviary – one of my favorite places to hang out – the head zoo keeper walked in with a man very close to my age, maybe a bit older. He was dressed in the uniform of a zoo keeper, but I had never seen him before.

“Oh, there you are, Raegan!” Melinda, the head zoo keeper sighed with relief upon seeing me. “This is Mark. Can you help him out for today? He’s just been hired. Mark had a lot of awesome recommendations from the St. Louis zoo, but obviously he doesn’t know the Nashville one, as he just moved here! I’ve given him a list of what his duties would be… If you could show him around, that would be such a huge help, we’ve got a big school field trip arriving in a bit, and I need to organize some things for them.”

Melinda had always been a talker, as long as I’d known her. Finally, she finished her explanation, looking at me expectantly. I just nodded and smiled shyly at Mark. As our boss hurried off, muttering under her breath, I studied my new co-worker.

Mark was roughly two inches taller than my 5’5. He had curly brown hair flopping about on his head, and the outline of some five o’ clock shadow on his chin. His bright blue eyes studied the aviary – he hadn’t even looked at me yet! – and the corners of his mouth were turned up just slightly. He looked as if he smiled easily. And, oh, the muscles on his forearms… I would’ve bet a LOT that he was sculpted like a model underneath that zoo keeper’s uniform.

I cleared my throat and finally he looked at me. His eyes widened, and I wondered if I had bird droppings in my hair or something.

“Hi, Mark. I’m Raegan. Would you like to get started?” I asked.

His eyes widened a bit further, and he coughed slightly and said, slightly hoarse, “Sure.”

Shrugging off his weird reactions, I wondered vaguely if he was a smoker. I took the list Melinda had given him and studied it.

“Looks as if we’re working in a lot of the same areas.” I said, smiling up at him. “Why don’t we head over to the farm animals first? We can feed them, and hose down the paths before people start arriving. I had just finished in here when you guys walked in.”

Mark smiled, almost tentatively, and said, “Sure.”

As we walked out of the aviary, I asked, “Is ‘sure’ all you can say?”

He glanced at me, the corners of his mouth pulling up again, and shook his head, a small laugh escaping him. “No. Sorry, I was just distracted by the beauty.”

Oblivious to the fact that he was trying to use a pick up line, I grinned and said, “Yea, the aviary is one of my favorite places! I love the birds.” Mike gave me a confused look, but by then we had gotten to the farm animals.

We started in on our work, and I found Mark very easy to talk to.

As we moved from area to area of the zoo, and then repeated the cycle, I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him whenever I saw him smile, or what his big hands would feel like rubbing my back.

Then I would chastise myself. “He’s your co-worker, Raegan! It’d be big trouble if you were to fall for him!”

But I couldn’t Escort Bayan help myself. Mark was just one the most of awesome guys I’d ever met! He was funny, kind, and loved animals! He was basically what my dream guy would’ve been, if I’d ever thought deeply about what kind of guy I wanted.

After the day ended, I politely wished Mark a good evening, and excused myself to the women employee’s locker room. After changing hurriedly and applying a fresh coat of deodorant, I walked quickly out the door, feeling exhausted from the day’s work, and wanting to do my final walk-through of the aviary before leaving for home.

I bumped into Mark on my way out, though – literally. His big hands reached out to steady me, and I almost swooned when he touched me. But inside I slapped myself and shouted, “Raegan! He’s a CO-WORKER.”

I quickly caught my balance, with this handsome new zoo keeper’s help, and took a step backwards. “Hey! I wasn’t expecting you to still be here.” He had changed from his uniform into street clothing. He was looking good in his dark wash jeans and a plaid button up shirt, with the top button undone and a bit of chest hair poking out.

“Yea… well, I was wondering… if you don’t have any plans sometime, could you show me around the city? I’d really appreciate it!” When I was silent for a moment, he talked on, saying, “I’ve just moved here, and you seem really nice and fun, and I’d like to… get to know you, too.”

After he paused again, I smiled, saying, “Yes. I know some great places! Obviously we won’t be able to do them all tonight…”

“That’s okay. I’m here in Nashville for good!” Mark then winked at me. I smiled back shyly, and we headed out to my car, as I had offered to drive.

First I took him to Bread and Company for a good dinner. He agreed it was delicious, and then I drove to 12th and Porter. 12th and Porter was a great music venue, with a nice bar and standing room only where their main stage was, so there was always a lot of dancing.

“My friend Sandy’s band is playing tonight. She said I could get in free, but I told her I was working earlier today and wouldn’t make it. She said she’d put me on the list anyway… I’m glad you asked me to show you around, because now I have an excuse to come here!”

We got in just as my friend’s band was trooping onto the stage to loud cheers. After grabbing a drink from the bar, I took a gulp for courage and grabbed Mark’s hand and hauled him through the press of people to the edge of the stage. Sandy saw me immediately and waved, then noticing the guy I was holding hands with, raised her eyebrows at me in question. I just blushed a brilliant red under the flashing lights as she grinned and winked, then leaned forward into the microphone to greet the crowd.

“Which one’s your friend?” Mark asked.

“Sandy, the singer.” I replied, grinning as his mouth dropped open as she started to sing.

“She’s awesome!” He shouted over the music blasting all around us.

After a while, the crowd had loosened up some, and a lot of people were dancing. Mark and I were the only people close to the stage who weren’t.

But then, as they started one of my favorite songs, Mark turned to me and put his hands on my waist.

“Care to dance?” He shout-asked.

I froze, but then downed the last of my second drink, thinking, “What the hell?” and pulled him closer, smiling up at him as he smiled broadly down at me.

When that song finished, a slow one came on. He pulled me close again, his arms wrapped around me, and I threw my arms around his neck. There was a tension building between the two of us that I’d never experienced before… but I liked it.

About halfway through the second slow song, Mark leaned down and asked if I wanted to go somewhere else.

I turned to look at Sandy, singing her heart out on the stage, yet glancing curiously at Mark and I every chance she got. “I should probably stay to say something to her…” I glanced back at the man who was holding me close, and the look on his face made Escort a shiver run through me.

“But I guess I’ll just text her later.” I finished.

Mark grinned, and then took my hand, and led me back through the crush of people and out the door.

Once we were out on the slightly quieter street, I turned to the man holding my hand, and asked where he wanted to go next. He stared at me hard for a second, and then swooped down and kissed me. I was taken aback and frozen with shock at first, but then I responded passionately. He was a wonderful kisser – even though I was 23, I didn’t have that many people to compare him to – and I felt electricity shooting through every fiber of my being.

After we broke apart, he asked, “Want to go back to my place?” I nodded in response without really thinking and then realized what I’d just implied with my nod… what was I doing?!

As we climbed back into my car, and Mark began programming his address into my GPS, I said, “I don’t normally do this. Or, actually, I’ve never done this.”

He slid his eyes away from the GPS and scrutinized me.

“Never gone home with a man after the first date?” He asked, smiling.

“Well… yes. But…”

“I’ve never gone home with anyone after the first date, either!” He interrupted.

I stammered myself into silence as he attached the GPS to my windshield, and just began driving to Mark’s apartment.

Once we got there, he came around to the driver’s side and helped me out, like a proper gentleman. But I knew if I went upstairs with him, the gentlemanliness would end.

Mark grabbed my hand and led me to his ground floor apartment. He never let go of my hand, even while unlocking the door. He escorted me inside, and told me I could lay my purse on the side table. I turned to the side table, and saw a framed picture of him as a child smiling with a puppy in his arms.

“You’ve always loved animals, haven’t you?” I asked, my voice quiet but ringing strangely in my ears after the loudness of the concert.

“Yes!” He exclaimed. He saw the picture I was looking at and grinned, saying “That was my first dog of many, Fido. I thought it was an awesome, unique dog’s name at the time.”

“My first dog was named Bingo. I thought the same thing.”

We stared into each other’s eyes, and suddenly we were kissing each other. It built and built in passion until it was just a blur of tongues and hands and lips and my long auburn hair flying around me crazily, his brown hair flopping adorably.

Suddenly I realized my legs were pressed up against a bed. I let myself sitting on the edge, and then scooting backwards and reclining until Mark was on top of me, and we were still kissing. It was like I was watching from outside of my body as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and he pushed his hand underneath my tank top and squeezed my breast through my plain black bra. “At least I’m wearing matching black panties.” I thought, bemoaning the fact I wasn’t wearing anything lacy. But who wears lace to work at a zoo?

Before long, my shirt was off and my 34C breasts were free from the non-lacy bra. “Where is the confidence to be undressed in front of this man coming from?”

Our kissing stopped, and I lay there beneath Mark, panting loudly, as he lowered his mouth to my right nipple, sucking and nibbling, while his hand pinched and pulled gently at my left. I groaned and arched underneath him, surprised at how good the pinching felt. His shirt was off, and I had been right, he was very sculpted. I traced his chest muscles as he continued the lovely treatment of my breasts.

Suddenly, my pants were off too, and I felt nervous deep down, but instead of acting on that nervousness, I sat up slightly to look down on Mark, who had moved between my legs and was slowly pulling my panties off, kissing my legs as he went.

“Look at how wet you are.” He breathed. His breath hits my bare pussy, and I suck in my breath at the sensation.

He gently strokes my lower lips, and then he lowers his head and begins Bayan Escort to lick. I groan and arch my back again, grabbing at my own breasts and pulling on the nipples as if my life depended on it while Mark continues to eat me out.

Masturbation NEVER felt like this. This… this is amazing.

His tongue flicks in and out and around my pussy, until his face is covered in my cum. He’s so good at this, I know he has to have done it before. But that doesn’t bother me as my orgasm builds, and then finally explodes. I am crying out with pleasure as he continues to lick my pussy lips and my clit.

Suddenly, I look up to find him hovering over me as I am recovering from my amazing orgasm, and I realize his pants are gone, too.

This is it. The end of my virginity.

But I don’t say that out loud. If I were to do that, it would make it even more real and I’d chicken out. Also, it might kill his mood. I haven’t even seen his dick yet, but I am now feeling it press against my still very wet pussy. He looks into my eyes, and pushes in. I cry out again, this time from quite a bit of pain.

“Oh, Raegan, you’re so tight!” Mark groans. He starts to move as if to pull out, but I stop him and say, “Give me a minute to get used to you.”

He does, and when I nod slightly, he begins to move. At first, it’s all pain. But then, the pleasure starts to push that out. I am soon moaning, not from pain, but from all of the wonderful sensations coming to me from my lower half.

And then, my upper half joins in as he leans on his left arm and plays with my right nipple with his other hand, and takes my left one into his mouth and sucks. He’s still moving the lower part of his body in and out of me, too.

I am soon close to an orgasm again as he continues to stimulate my nipples, and pump in and out.

“Can you come with me, Raegan?” Mark asks, lifting his head and looking into my eyes.

I nod. I’m so close, and I can tell from the way he’s moving faster and faster that Mark is, too.

“Come on, Raegan! Come for me!” Mark yells, his fingers tweaking my nipple again, hard. And that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I am coming, and suddenly he’s pulling out and coming on my stomach and breasts.

I stare in shock for a moment, then look up and see his contrite face, and giggle.

“Raegan… that was… amazing.” He pants.

I smile and say, “I may need a shower now.” My breathing is still fairly labored, too, but I don’t know what dried cum is like, so I want to get it off quickly, just in case.

I stand up and Mark gasps.

“You’re bleeding!”

“What?!” I cry. I quickly realize he is staring at the bed, and I look and see a couple dots of blood… much less than I expected.

“Were you a virgin?” he asks, his face in a state of shock.

Suddenly, my high is over. I nod, and head into the bathroom off of his bedroom, blushing.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I hear as I’m leaning in to turn on the water. I turn, startled, and see Mark has followed me.

“I know.” I whisper.

“I’m just surprised. I thought a beautiful woman like you would have had all the guys after her.”

I flush with surprise at the compliment. Once I feel the water is warm enough, I step into the tub under the shower head. I start to pull the curtain shut, but Mark follows me in and shuts it himself. Soon he is helping me wash off the cum on my breasts, and with the hot water running over us, I am starting to get very aroused again.

When I look down, I see he’s gotten hard again. His dick looks to be about 6 inches. I take it gently in my hand, and a shiver runs through him. I began to stroke up and down, and then we’re kissing underneath the water, hard and fierce. He suddenly grabs me by the waist and turns me around. Mark pushes at my shoulders until I am bent, looking at the floor of the tub, with my hands braced on the sides of the tub. Before I know it, he is inside me again, taking me from behind.

And it was even better than the first time.

Crying out and moaning with pleasure, I thought to myself that I wanted this to happen more than just tonight – maybe every night. I wanted to do things with him I’d never thought of doing – ever.

And guess what? I’m seeing him again tonight.

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Charlie has quite a number of sexual adventures, then he goes home for his sister Emma’s birthday orgy in the next chapter. Anneka still not made an appearance, sorry, but we’ll see more of her as well in Chapter 7.

Charlie staggered down the stairs. He’d just fucked his college Professor – Professor Cherry. A singularly unfortunate name, thought Charlie, although she’d certainly lost her cherry a long time ago.

Even worse, her first name was Rosie – maybe not her real name, he thought, just called that as she had a fantastic shock of red hair, all tight curly ringlets? Professor Rosie Cherry, oh dear. She was – or had been married – Charlie had seen ‘Mrs’ on some site as well. Great what you could find out on the internet.

She was in her early forties and taught at the college three days a week, the rest of the time she did some sort of research somewhere else. She had a flat in the college that she used for a few nights a week. Part of the ‘deal’ with the flat was she used it for her seminars with groups of students. They were small groups, Charlie’s just three students and they sat on facing settees discussing that week’s topic.

“Ah, Charles, come in. It’s just you and me this week. One of the others in your group is not very well and the other is away playing sports for the college.

“As you know, around here sport is far more important than learning.” She had a posh accent and always called him Charles.

Charlie groaned inwardly. He wasn’t the keenest of students and he usually tried to say as little as possible. Today he was going to be up against it! They sat down opposite each other and Professor Cherry started a discussion on that week’s topic.

Charlie tried his hardest…but by half way through his brain was flagging and he was starting to stare into space. Bad enough having to think, even worse when sitting opposite and being alone with an attractive woman. Charlie hadn’t been very keen on older women – until he’d fucked with his Mum that night. Her body and sex skills had been fantastic.

Since then, he’d been hoping for another MILF encounter, so he was now looking at Prof Cherry in a new light. Today, she was wearing a crisp white blouse with buttons down the front, one more button undone than really necessary, tights and a tartan pleated skirt. She wore glasses, very severe and elegant, not like those ones Jessica had which Charlie persuaded her to ditch.

The skirt came down over her knees, was it the ‘MacCherry’ tartan, he idly wondered? Charlie could imagine that if she spread her legs the pleats would open up her thighs nicely. Her tits didn’t look that big…but they did seem to strain against her blouse, he could see quite a lot of cleavage above the buttons. He often wondered what her cunt looked like – was it the same colour as her head of ginger hair or was it shaved, so you couldn’t tell? Need to think of something to while away the time.

Now, worst of all was Charlie’s usual problem, he was starting to get a hard on! Today, he was wearing chinos and an Oxford shirt – something about Prof Cherry caused them all to smarten up. But he had still gone commando. He really liked having his prick and balls free to swing about. His mind wandered…

Prof Cherry was now staring at him – and down at his crotch.

“Well, Charles, I think we’ve covered all we can in a theoretical sense on this topic. Perhaps now we should move onto some practical demonstrations?”

Charlie wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but followed her eyes down and looked down at his crotch…and realised that his big cock was now fully hard! Worse, it had got caught in the quite tight chino leg and formed an unmistakable long, fat, bulge down his leg, not helped by the fact that he had his legs splayed apart. That’s what she was staring at. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought.

He look back up to Prof Cherry – and got an even bigger shock!

She had spread her legs wide, pulling the pleated skirt back and he was staring at her inner thighs and bare cunt! And – Wow! – she had a huge red hairy bush, exactly the same colour as her red hair. It must be real, thought Charlie, she wouldn’t die her cunt hair, would she?

It all stuck out in a great bush above her cunt. Some of the hairs must have been two inches long, looked as if it had been recently combed out! Nothing like as much hair as his Mum’s, but god it was erotic looking at her red hair and her red cunt. And it wasn’t tights she was wearing – it was those stay-up stockings, very sexy, just showing a few inches of milky white thigh. ‘Holy shit!’ from him this time.

“I think the best thing now, Charles, would be if you were to give me a good hard fuck?

“I think you should drop those trousers and let’s see what you’ve got. It looks from here as if it might be quite large? Do stand up.”

In a dream, Charlie did as he was asked, Prof Cherry was quite bossy. He stood up, undid his zip, pushed his chinos down – and his huge fully Escort Bayan erect prick popped out. It got caught at first on the trousers, so when it came free it bounced backwards and forwards.

Now it was Prof Cherry’s turn to look surprised, “My god…it’s massive! What a magnificent cock! Bring it over here!”

Charlie shuffled over, his chinos coming off as he walked. She took hold of his huge prick, examined it all round and felt his balls. The next thing Charlie knew it was in her mouth and she was giving it a wonderful suck. He loved looking at his prick being sucked, specially when Prof Cherry pulled back and just licked round the head. This was heaven, they should just have sex seminars, thought Charlie.

While she was sucking his prick, he reached down, undid most of her buttons and her bra and pushed it down off her tits. Her tits were milky white, her areolas at least two inches across and she had surprisingly big dark brown nipples. He gave her tits a good feel then flicked her nipples. ‘Very nice,’ he thought, ‘not the biggest but lovely and firm.’

Finally, she let his prick pop out of her mouth with a gasp, “God, it’s just beautiful…and I see you’re admiring my décolletage.”

“What?”

“My tits, my bare breasts.”

“Ohhh,” said Charlie, thinking, ‘French.’

Then she slid down the settee, pulled up her skirt and opened her legs even wider.

“I think perhaps you should suck my cunt first, Charles?”

Charlie needed no invitation. He could see her hood, but just the slit of her cunt at the moment. Charlie set to work, feathering his lips and tongue over her fanny. He reckoned he was really good at this. Soon, she started to open up. Charlie teased out her lips, and sucked ever so gently on her clit area.

“Oh Charles, that’s very nice…you are so good at that…oh,” as she started to arch and squirm. Charlie got his hands under her bum to hold her in place. He buried his nose in her wonderful red cunt hair, enjoying the musky aroma.

As he licked, she gave a little jerk, as her cunt juice started to flow. Charlie got his tongue to the bottom of her cunt, licked up the white juice, then spread it all the way up and over her clit and hood.

More, “Oh…oh…oh…ahh!” as she came, thrusting her fanny hard up against his mouth.

He leaned back, grinning. What a sight! The Prof’s chest was heaving, her face totally relaxed from her usual stern look, her bare tits sticking out, her legs wide open, showing off her great hairy engorged cunt.

Then he got his prick up her, first he rubbed the head up and down her cunt opening. It was already soaking wet, so it eased into her with no bother.

Charlie started to fuck her, watching her tits bouncing back and forth. He loved shafting in and out, the lovely sensation on his head and prick as the fine skin slid back and forward. He could keep it up for ages – and soon Prof Cherry was having a succession of orgasms.

“God, it’s magnificent…jesus christ…fuck me…fuck me,” came out along with a string of profanities. Charlie couldn’t believe his ears. He’d never heard Prof Cherry say anything except in the most measured and cultured of tones. Hearing her panting, moaning and swearing really turned him on.

‘A magnificent cock!’ he thought. ‘Wow! Never had it called that before!’ As he fucked, Charlie thought he did indeed have a magnificent prick. It was a full eight inches long and really straight. Standing in front of a mirror, compared to his quite thin body it was almost freakish how big it was.

The diameter he’d measured with a caliper – it was one and a half inches, but better still the ridgy bit round his bulb stuck out a lot more. He guessed that was why he could satisfy females so well – the ridge rubbing on their cunt walls gave them terrific orgasms.

“Charlie?” a gasp.

“Eh?” That was the first time she had called him Charlie.

“You’re in a reverie…can we turn round? I like it from the back as well.”

More French, what did that mean? “Yeh, sure.”

They got into position again and Charlie shoved his prick back up her. Then he got another surprise! Prof Cherry had a butt plug up her arse. He’d thought he felt something a bit hard. The prim Prof sat in her seminars poncing away…with a fucking butt plug up her fucking arse! Charlie reached down and sort of pulled it in and out and twisted it about a bit.

“Ohhhh…that’s good.”

He kept fucking as she orgasmed again…and again. After a while Charlie had another idea. He wondered what size the butt plug was, so while still fucking away, he tried to ease it out.

‘God, it was tight,’ but when it finally popped out, it must have been an inch and a half across! As fat as his prick!

He could see that her arsehole was still wide open, he could see the pink inside, the muscles twitching…and then her anus started to close. Charlie couldn’t resist. He pulled his prick out of Escort her cunt and got it straight up her arsehole!

“Oh my god, you sneaky bastard!”

Charlie thought maybe she didn’t like it and stopped shafting.

“For christ’s sake Charlie…don’t fucking stop fucking me now…ram me, you cunt.”

Charlie started up again, then got his hand round and got some fingers up her cunt, rubbing her clit at the same time.

“Oh…oh…oh…fuck,” she went rigid, her cunt tube tightened on his fingers and she had another huge orgasm.

The grip of her sphincter muscle was too much for Charlie.

“I’m going to come soon,” he panted. “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth…I’ll…swallow it.”

“OK, but I produce a lot of stuff!”

He pulled out of her arse and pushed his glistening prick towards her mouth. She turned round and took it in, just as well Charlie couldn’t hold it back any longer, she grabbed his cock shaft and he shot his first load.

‘God, he loved coming like that,’ he didn’t think he understood orgasms, but the sensation as his stuff shot out was magical – he could feel his spunk rocketing up his prick, it was almost painful but the relief was unbelievable.

Prof Cherry tried but just couldn’t hold it all in. She pushed his prick out of her mouth, gagging as she did so, “Jesus where does it all come from?”

Charlie was half expecting this, so now he got a bit naughty. He was still on his first shoot, so he flicked his prick up a bit and Prof Cherry got the rest of it all over her face and glasses. Then he angled down a bit and with each spurt covered some more of her. Soon her neck, chest, tits, bra and blouse were covered in his cum!

“Oh, god, I’ve never known anything like it,” she gasped, as she watched the spurts of his cum land on her, still breathing heavily from the exertion of being fucked.

“I’m absolutely soaked in your cum!”

Charlie noticed her mobile phone lying on the table. “Want a pic?” he said. Without waiting for an answer, he clicked a couple of times and he could see on the screen a lovely shot of her, absolutely drenched in his juice. It was running down her in rivulets, the white blouse turned transparent.

“Best have one of your magnificent prick as well,” she gasped.

“Could you hold a tape measure beside it? I might not believe it later, and imagine I’ve just had a dream!”

Charlie turned the phone round and took a couple of ‘selfies’ of his still erect soaking wet prick. She took the phone and lay back, looking at the images, still breathing heavily.

“Charlie, that was the best fuck I’ve had in ages…I love anal, just don’t get enough of it.”

Charlie’s cock, balls and thighs were all soaking wet, so he went into the little bathroom and washed and dried his groin – didn’t want to get his chinos covered in cum as well! He needed them clean for the fieldwork course he was about to go on.

There was a unit with drawers in the bathroom, Charlie noticed it had a lock and the key was in it. ‘Unusual,’ he thought, so he opened it. It was full of dongs and other sex toys! There was a whole set of butt plugs, neatly arranged in a little case. The fifth one was missing. The sixth one was a two inch monster.’God, she must use these daily!’ He quietly closed the drawer and went back into the sitting room.

Prof Cherry was still sprawled back on the settee, exhausted, her skirt up and her hand rubbing her fanny, her lovely red thatch now matted with his spunk and her cunt juice. Charlie saw that there was a large wet patch on the settee just below her cunt, indeed he could see her white cum juice still dribbling down.

He had to laugh a little to himself, half an hour ago, she had been immaculate and a little…aloof, he thought. Now, she was sprawled back on the settee, pink with sweat and exertion, hair all over the place, most clothes off, covered in his spunk, her cunt hairs soaking wet.

But her cut glass accent had returned, “Well, Charles, you certainly seem to have an aptitude for practical matters, if not the more academic side of things. Perhaps we should have a few more private lessons?”

Charlie got cheeky, “Will that help me get better marks?”

“No, but I’ll see to it that you certainly won’t fail. However, I think we should keep our private tuition lessons a secret…I wouldn’t like other students to think you had an advantage?”

‘Too true,’ thought Charlie, shagging between staff and students was frowned upon and they both might get kicked out!

Charlie’s prick was still waving about, he hadn’t yet put his chinos back on. He went to pick them up.

“Just a second before you put it away…over here,” Prof Cherry grasped his flaccid cock – and then gave it another big suck.

She looked up, “Oh look at the time, I’ve got another seminar group shortly and look at me!”

Charlie looked and grinned, wondered what she was going to do Bayan Escort about the big wet patch on the settee, and let himself out.

‘Well, Professor Rosie Cherry certainly lived up to her name,’ thought Charlie. ‘What a hairy cunt!’

***

Charlie got out of the minibus that had taken them to the camp for the field trip. ‘Field trip’ made it sound as if they were going camping, but they weren’t really – they were housed in a dorm building quite like at the college.

Charlie was looking forward to a few days off. He was fucked – from fucking Jessica all week. God, she was insatiable! When he didn’t have his prick up her, she was sucking it for all she was worth…and when she wasn’t sucking him she was getting him to suck out her cunt. Not to mention when they were both doing it together!

When he said ‘Not again, Jessica,’ her stock answer was, ‘Just making up for lost time! After all, I’d been a virgin until a week ago.’

‘Hmmm…,’ Charlie had thought, thinking of all the things Jessica told him she had stuffed up her cunt before he got his prick up there! Charlie loved fucking with her, but he could do with a break! And then the amazing fuck with the Professor!

And that was when he had a problem. There were several groups of students on this field trip from different colleges. He stared, he was looking at an absolutely stunning bird. She was nearly six foot tall and thin, but with prominent tits. She had long blonde hair nearly to her waist, but the roots were all dark brown. She had a real haughty, slightly cruel, look on her face. She looked as if she couldn’t care a fuck about anything. Charlie was entranced and his prick started to come up.

She was dressed in jogging bottoms, a thick cotton sweatshirt and a tank top. She bent forward to get her bag out of their minibus.

‘God what an arse,’ thought Charlie. It was one of the tightest bums he had ever seen.

She turned round and was walking towards him. Charlie couldn’t believe it, the jogging pants were so tight that he could see the fabric pressing into her slit round her bulging cunt. ‘How could that be with jogging trousers?’ he thought. ‘Usually they are really loose.’

He worked it out, she must be wearing them about two sizes too small round her bum, but with long legs! Then he spotted something else. There was a wet area on the trousers at the bottom of her cunt. She couldn’t have any knickers on and must have been masturbating on the bus! Charlie’s prick was hard already.

“Seen fuckin’ enuff, have you?” got him out of his reverie, French he thought. She was standing right in front of him with her hands on her hips, pushing out her tits at him.

“Err…just admiring your décolletage,” Charlie had heard that word from Prof Cherry. He knew that wasn’t quite the right use of the word, as her tits at that point were well covered up, but it was near enough.

“What the fuck’s that?”

“Your tits.”

“Well why the fuck did youse not jus say that? Do you wanna see someore?”

“I’d love to, but maybe not just at the moment,” said Charlie, thinking, ‘We’ve got a right bit of rough here.’

She gave him a dirty look, swung round to walk away and as she did so her rucksack just happened to bang hard into his leg.

‘Ouch,’ thought Charlie, ‘dirty bitch.’ He limped off to find his room, rubbing his leg.

‘Could have been worse,’ he thought. ‘Could have aimed for my balls.’

They were all having lunch in the dining hall. Charlie’s lot had taken up a whole table so he just sat down, minding his own business, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet.

“You’re the cunt that can’t stop starin’, arn’t you?”

To his utter amazement, the rough blonde had sat down opposite him, banging her tray down on the table. She had taken off her sweatshirt, now she was in a far too small tight t-shirt which really did show off her tits.

“Wot do you think the fucking grub will be like in this fuckin’ place?”

“Not sure yet,” said Charlie. “My fucking leg is so fucking sore that I can’t stop fuckin’ rubbin’ it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t stare at wimmin’s decoll…what the fuck did you say?…their fucking tits, or their fucking arses, or their fucking cunts!”

“Well, that’s a fair point, but when these items are put on…err…display so prominently it’s difficult for we lads not to…sorry, we’ve not been introduced…I’m Charlie.”

“I know’s who the fuck youse are, am’ Tracey …just been lookin you up…you’re rumoured to have a big fuckin’ cock…that’s why am over here.”

“Well, that’s very flattering, I’m sure there must be bigger ones around.”

“Only one way ter find out…want to fuck me? But I’m telling youse now, I like it a bit rough.”

Now Charlie was in a dilemma. He’d been looking forward to a quiet few days, but Tracey despite her coarse manners really aroused him – her body looked wonderful, his prick was up, and he’d love to see her in the nude…then he noticed something.

Under her revealing tight t-shirt, she couldn’t have been wearing a bra and her nipples seemed to be a funny shape. Tracey’s eyes were constantly darting about, she saw him looking at her tits.

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Cassandra was thirty-seven years old, blue-eyed, tall, and slim. She was currently a teacher’s aid at a high school, but really wasn’t happy doing what she was doing. What she really wanted to be doing was totally foreign to her current lifestyle: she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. But she just couldn’t find the right man. The men she would meet at the bars were one of three types: married men who just wanted a little action on the side, younger single men who wanted action with an older woman, or men who were great for the first few dates, then either needed their mother or were trying to “find themselves.”

Then she ran into Andy. She knew Andy from earlier times. She was friends with his dead wife. The last time she saw him was at her funeral, and she could tell he had taken it hard. So she was very surprised to see him now. She was in a bar frequented by the more affluent of the city’s crowd when she saw a familiar figure. She walked over to say hello, and from that point on she could hardly remember a thing. She and Andy had “clicked.” They had talked long into the night, telling each other what had been happening in their lives.

He was up here on business, meeting with old clients and possibly getting new ones. He was out to dinner with an old friend, who politely excused himself when she walked over. He told her of his daughter and brand new son. And he also told her his marriage was for convenience, so that his wife wouldn’t lose her job. I know how that is, she told him. Before she knew it the bar was closing. He insisted on walking her to her car. When they arrived at her automobile they made small talk. She could tell he was a little anxious, so she asked him what was wrong. He then said he had been waiting for the right time to ask her if he could see her again, and to her surprise she said yes. Andy told her he would call before the next time he was coming to town.

When she got home, all she could think about was him. Her emotions were in an uproar. On one hand she wanted to date him, and possibly become lovers. On the other, she lived by the rule that you don’t become involved with married men. When he called her almost a month later, it was her turn to be anxious. He asked her what was wrong and she told him about her concerns with his marital status. It was for convenience, he told her. I married her because I made her pregnant, and I made it clear to her that I was going to see other people regardless. She wanted to believe him and she agreed to dinner. So it was with some reservation that they went out for the evening. But the date was just as magical as their meeting a month ago. So magical, in fact, that they went back to his hotel suite and made love.

They saw each other every time he came into town. They would go out to dinner, go to the park, and sometimes just sit around her apartment. She would cook him a large Sunday breakfast, and for whatever reason this made him horny and they hopped into bed. And he would take her shopping: evening dresses for going to dinner, summer dresses for the park and other shopping excursions, and lingerie for the more private evenings. The commonalties for all the clothing bought were they had to be tight (she had the body, he told her, so why not show it off), it had to be black (she knew he liked that color for some reason), and it had to be a dress (he liked dresses on women, he said). She didn’t mind. She thought she looked good in them, and he was Manavgat Escort Bayan buying, after all. And she liked to dress up for Andy.

One Friday afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go out, she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not a pain, just a feeling. She shook it off and proceeded to get ready for the evening. It was already a warm day, so she was going to wear a tight black summer dress and black sandals. Andy had bought her a lacy bra that didn’t have shoulder straps. As the dress was off the shoulder, this would be a great time to use it. It also created a good deal of cleavage, and she knew that men’s eyes (not just Andy’s) would be drawn there. And unknown to Andy she had bought a black g-string. She knew he liked that type of thing, and she wanted to surprise him. Her dark tan set the dress off even more, as did her long legs, equally tanned.

She shimmied into the dress, then looked at herself in the mirror. Wow, she told herself. Just enough cleavage (she wasn’t over-endowed with boobs, but she thought, and was told, that she had a nice set), and when she looked at her butt in the mirror, the outline of her g-string was somewhat visible. This dress is tight, she thought. I’ll have to keep pulling the hem down. Now if only I can do something about the crow’s feet around my eyes…

When Andy rang her doorbell, he breathed in hard when he got a full look at her. God, you’re beautiful! he said. His eyes were instantly drawn to her chest. You like? she asked. He nodded his head. Good, she said, then walked to the car. She could feel his eyes on her as she strolled down the walk.

Dinner was at a nice restaurant (not classy, she wasn’t dressed for that), then they went to a dance club. She continuously danced very close (even provocatively) to him, usually with her arms around his neck. She would sometimes press her flat belly against his midsection and his manhood would make the appropriate response. She could feel the hard-on through his pants and would continue to rub against him. And she would get the same weird feeling in her belly. Far from being disturbing, it excited her more. God, I want him in bed, she thought.

Andy finally had enough of her dancing and grabbed her hand. We’re going to bed, he whispered to her. It’s about time, she said. I’ve been telling you all night. They drove to her apartment and went inside. Before the door was finally closed she was in his arms and was kissing him passionately. She again rubbed her belly against his and almost instantly he grew an erection. Her hand went to his zipper and she pulled the metal tab down. His penis immediately emerged through the hole. She grabbed it and squeezed lightly. Easy, he said. You don’t want me to come right here.

Breaking the kiss, she gently pulled him towards the bed. As he found the fastener to the back of her dress and began to undo it, her hands went to the buttons of his shirt and she began to open them. When she was halfway done with her part, Andy unfastened the last of the closures and Cassie’s dress fell to the floor. God, you’re beautiful, Andy said. He cupped both breasts in his palms and felt her erect nipples. He began gently massaging them through the fabric of her bra.

The sensation felt so good that Cassandra almost ripped the last two buttons. But finally she unhooked the last one and she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She then put one arm around Manavgat Escort his neck and pulled him to her, crushing her breasts against his chest. They began to kiss again. With her free hand, she undid his belt buckle and trouser button. She then began shoving his pants and briefs down around his hips. When she couldn’t push any further, she locked her free hand around his neck as well.

Andy then used his left hand to move to the middle of her back and with a deft motion unfastened the hook to her bra. He then pulled the bra from between them. His hands went back to her breasts and he began stimulating her nipples even more. Mmmm…she moaned. You’re making me wet. Andy stopped what he was doing, put his hands on her waist, then pushed the satin lace over her rounded hips and let the panties fall to the floor.

Andy pulled her to him and began kissing her. While he did this he slowly pushed her towards the bed. When she reached the mattress he gently pushed her and she sat upon the comforter. Andy moved his kisses to her neck, then her breasts, all the while still pushing her. When she was finally laying on the mattress, her legs dangling over the side, he began sucking on her erect nipples. Oh…oh…Andy, she moaned. First one, then the other nipple received his attention. When each was very stimulated and a dark brown color, he began kissing the valley between her breast and began working downward. She spread her legs as he neared her pubis.

Andy began licking between her legs. Cassie felt his hot tongue on the area recently shaven, then she almost screamed in pleasure as Andy used two of his fingers to spread her lips. A sharp intake of breath let Andy know he was pleasing her. Cassie propped herself on her elbows and looked down at the man between her legs. Andy was also looking back at her. As she watched, Andy showed her his thumb and forefinger. He then slowly reached down to her now-exposed clitoris and began gently squeezing. Cassandra collapsed upon the bed. Oh…Andy…I think…I’m going to… Andy put his mouth on her button as the orgasm engulfed her. He began sucking in time with the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her naked body. She began screaming out his name, over and over, until the climax began passing. He took his lips from her clit and began massaging the sensitive area slower and slower.

Andy then put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. Then he put his arms behind her shoulders, he picked her up, using his hips for leverage. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his throbbing manhood between them, but she couldn’t guide him into her. She put her arms underneath his armpits and placed her hands on the back of his shoulders. She pulled, trying to get more leverage, but instead she felt her legs slipping. She instinctively pulled herself to his chest as she slid down…right onto his erection. Andy groaned as her moist flesh enveloped his staff. Oh, baby, she cried when she took all of his now-lubricated penis into her vagina.

She reveled in the sensation. She knew she was tight, but her wetness prevented any unpleasant friction. Andy then walked on trembling legs over to the windowsill and rested her butt on the ledge. The surface was wide enough to sit on sideways, and she would sit there during the day and watch the neighborhood kids play ball in an adjacent lot. Tonight the ledge was being used for other purposes.

The ledge Escort Manavgat was just the right height for Andy to get the proper leverage for his thrusts, which he began to do. Oh…oh, Andy, she moaned as his erection penetrated her tight passageway. He began kissing her, then arching his back so he could suck her rock-hard nipples, then kiss her again, all the while thrusting away.

Cassandra’s mind was a jumble of passion and incoherent thoughts. Every time Andy thrust in it was like a charge going through her belly and up her spine. And Andy sucking on her nipples sort of completed the charge. The heat passing between her breasts and vagina was almost white hot. It was…Oh, God, I’m coming again! She moaned.

Andy groaned as her tightness squeezed on his penetrater. He continued pumping, placing his hands on the ledge behind her buttocks. She grabbed him around the shoulders and kissed him fiercely, her breathing in time with the waves of the orgasm. Her nipples remained hard as Andy’s thrusting body made his chest hair caress her areolas, making them keep their dark color.

As the orgasm passed, Andy picked her up by placing his palms under each butt and lifting. He carried her over to the bed and placed her head gently on the pillow. Through the process they became disengaged. He looked into her eyes as he re-entered. She immediately squeezed them shut as a moan escaped her lips. Andy them began pumping again, this time leveraging himself so his manhood rubbed her clit on every motion. As she sensed the waves as they began to wash over her, Andy’s staff felt like it was getting fatter in her narrow channel. She knew he was about to come.

Andy let out a moan as he penetrated as deep as he could. His penis lurched and his hot outpouring coursed into her. The funny feeling in her belly was ignited into an inferno as her orgasming vagina gripped him tightly. Oh, God, Andy! she screamed. It felt like she was literally pulling the seed from his shaft and sucking it into her womb.

As she lay beneath him, writhing in pleasure, jumbled images began running through her head: Andy and her in a department store, looking at baby clothes; her and a friend trying on maternity outfits; looking at herself in a mirror- she had one of her hands on her distended eight-month belly; she in a hospital room with Andy, surrounded by medical people- she was in a sitting position, her face displaying the pain she felt as she was giving birth.

All of these images passed through her mind in a split second. Oh, Andy, she whispered through the waves, I think…ooohhhh, uuhhhmmmm…I think we’re making…a baby! That would be wonderful, he said. Just what I needed to hear, she thought as the fire in her belly…no, her womb began to subside and she slowly climbed down from her orgasm.

They lay there for a while, holding each other, before Cassandra brought up the subject of a baby. She asked what would he do if she were pregnant and he told her the first decision would be up to her. She knew what he meant and she told him there would be no abortion. And he told her he would do whatever she wanted, short of marriage. He already had a wife, he said. Then he told her the details of the marriage, including the pre-nup. That made her feel better, and she slept, dreaming of the baby she was sure was in her belly.

* * * * *

Two months later, when she started feeling nauseous, she bought a home pregnancy test. When the results came back positive, she went to her doctor to get a confirmation. Sure enough, she was pregnant. She called Andrew as soon as she got home and he was very happy. He said he would make the trip to her apartment the next day, and they could talk about what they wanted to do next.

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