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I met Barbara for the second time when she was a senior in high school. I had just completed my junior year at MIT and took the first half of the summer off from any work because I really needed a rest. My rest period was at a New Jersey resort town where I had free room and board at my grandmother’s house. I had practically nothing to do so I decided to get in shape by jogging on the beach and everywhere else around town.

One bright day in late May a week after I left Cambridge I was jogging by the High School and noticed a lot of activity outside the school. Final pictures for the Class Book were being taken on the school’s front steps. From a distance there seemed to be many fine looking young ladies milling around. I had to have a closer look so I jogged up next to the photographer and started a conversation. He said, “That’s the senior French club. Mostly all girls.”

This club looked like contestants for the Miss America contest. Most were tall with long legs and model’s faces. For some reason their beauty didn’t impress me. At the right end of the first row however was my type of beauty. She was only about five feet three inches tall, but her breasts looked magnificent even under the cashmere sweater she was wearing.

She caught me staring at her, and gave me a big smile as if she knew me. I couldn’t remember ever meeting her. She looked like someone that no man would ever forget. When the picture was done she sauntered over to where I was standing and said “Hello Bill”

I had been racking my brain to pull her name into my mind, when suddenly the name Barbara stuck. She had been a skinny freshman with no body, but a beautiful face, who came to every basketball game my senior year. She apparently had a crush on me, or so I was told and every so often I would say “hello” and make small talk of a bantering nature with her. She was at one of the many graduation party I attended the year I finished high school. Everyone was kissing someone at all the parties.

Out of the blue I was kissing a very beautiful face. The kiss was typical of a graduation kiss with nothing behind it. The one that I had kissed ran giggling to her friends. This was the first time I had seen her since my high school graduation party.

“Hello Barbara” I replied.

“You remember me?” she said with a note of surprise in her voice.

“I looked all over for you after you took off with you friends” I answered.

The girl I was talking to was not much like the one I had kissed at the party. This was a full-blown man killer. At eighteen she was just feeling the sexual power that nature had provided her. She had the same gorgeous face, but now her whole body was curve after curve starting at her ankles to her shoulders. Her breasts still seemed large for the rest of her, but this feature only added sexiness to her solid figure.

I didn’t hesitate a fraction of a second and asked her out to dinner. This flustered her because although she had been going out on dates every weekend since junior year, no one had asked her to dinner.

“We’ll have to ask my mother” came tumbling out of her mouth.

“When?” I shot back

“Pick me up here at 3:30.”

As Barbara left she turned around and looked at me with a strange expression on her face and eyes so large they looked like two brown saucers.

I was waiting at 3:20. Barbara arrived at our agreed on time, the first one out of the school. She looked fabulous. When she got into the car she immediately slid over and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. Our bodies were touching and my prick started on its way to a full hard erection.

Barbara lived in an apartment on the second floor of a renovated bank. It was quite large and nicely decorated. As soon as we got inside Barbara announced that her mother wouldn’t be home until six thirty. She disappeared into one of the bedrooms without another word.

I thought she was acting strange but then she yelled “There’s a beer in the frig if you want one. I helped myself to one and was half way through, when I heard Barbara start out from her bedroom.

I went into a form of shock when she entered the room. She was wearing a negligee that ran from her shoulders to her feet. Her feet were bare and every inch of her body was visible through her gown. The gown stuck to her skin in utter smoothness. Her nipples protruded in all their glory and her cunt looked absolutely perfect.

Barbara had made up her face with light shades of violet and mascara that extended her lashes to double their length. She looked much older than the eighteen plus years she had spent on earth.

I was still in shock and must have had a weird look on my face.

Barbara stuttered “Don’t you like it”

I stood up and yelled, “Come here you little vixen”

She ran into my arms. Our mouths were open and our tongues started their hot sexual dance in each other’s mouths. I started to undress as fast as I could. Barbara pulled off my shoes then pulled down my pants. In no time, I was naked with my cock standing grup escort out in front of me. We held each other tight and then ran our hands all over each other’s bodies. I became so excited that my cock entirely on its own started shooting long streams of semen across the room.

Barbara looked stunned but when I “yelled swallow it” she put my throbbing cock in her mouth and swallowed the remains, almost gagging as the volume just flowed and flowed. . It was her first taste of a man’s cum. When the explosions were over Barbara licked her lips and exclaimed, “Wow that was unbelievable. I never saw anything like that in my whole life Your cum tasted absolutely wonderful”.

I knew then that she would suck my cock anytime in the future with little coxing.

We rushed into her bedroom. Barbara had a large bed now only covered with sheets. We lie side by side and I rolled her garment up to her navel exposing her beautiful cunt. It glistened in the lowering daylight. I rubbed it with my hand covering her full mound. Her cunt hair radiated with her juices and I could not stop myself from kissing this beautiful pussy. This would be my very first adventure of mouthing a hot pussy.

I discovered the lips of her pussy and just started licking. The force that put me there was both overwhelming and natural. Her aroma was intoxicating and I licked harder and harder. I wasn’t sure of what I was doing, but just kept going. This beautiful cunt seemed to open up and juices flowed. They tasted fantastic. I started sucking licking and drinking her juices, and weird noises filled the room.

Barbara was holding my head between her soft inner thighs and wiggling the rest of her body. Finally, she bucked and arched her back while letting out a scream muffled by my hand.

Just as she seemed to be calming, Barbara started whispering “Fuck me now Fuck me now. By the third whisper, the whisper sounded like a shout and so I mounted this beautiful girl as men have mounted females for all of time.

I thrust my hard again prick into her open cunt. It slipped in to my balls on the second thrust. My cock, lubricated by her cunt juices slipped like it was on a frictionless water slide. Her fuck hole seemed to be lined with hundreds of strong muscles that kept my cock where she wanted it but allowed it to move in and out. This structure worked my hard cock in unbelievable ways.

It felt as if my prize prick was actually getting larger both in length and diameter. Barbara and I gyrated in all possible directions and speeds until without the usual warning; I started shooting load after load into Barbara’s hot hole.

On her part she was screaming louder and louder with each release of my cum which matched the jolts she was getting from her own orgasm. Finally it was over. We were both breathing like the runners at the end of a marathon… Did I say we were completely naked? I felt absolutely wonderful.

We lay glued to each along with lust, which grew at an unbelievable rate. This was only the start of a sexual frenzy that only stopped when the alarm clock rang at six pm. Barbara had wisely set it in case we fell asleep. Her room was a real mess and smelled of sex and sweat.

Barbara’s sexy gown was rolled up at the foot of the bed. Every thing was streaked with cum. We both had lost count of the number of our orgasms. I was exhausted and it was almost time for Barbara’s mother to come home.

I cleaned myself with a damp washcloth and dressed in record time. Then I grabbed a magazine and sat down on the couch. in the living room. I could hear Barbara taking a shower.

The water was turned off just before her mother entered the apartment.

“Who are you?” she exclaimed.

“I’m Barbara’s date for this evening. I knew her when she was a freshman and I ran into her when pictures for the yearbook were being taken this afternoon. I just finished my junior year at MIT.””I’m taking a rest before I start a summer job.”

Jean, Barbara’s mom quipped, “You look like you could use a long rest. MIT sure must be difficult school…”

I didn’t answer because I finally got a good look at Jean and had lost my voice. She was by far the most beautiful and sexiest woman I had ever seen. She was a light haired blond, who looked like Barbara’s sister more than her mother. Her breasts jutted out much like Barbara’s. The rest of her body was one big curve after another. When she turned in a direction so I could see her ass, my imagination ran wild. All I could imagine was my big hard cock ramming into her king sized pussy time after time. I guess my face must have become red from my thoughts, because Jean asked if I was OK.

I replied that nothing was the matter except I get shy around beautiful women. I had to let her know that she had touched my button without going overboard. My answer seemed to suffice.

Jean then called Barbara, “Barbara, are you going to let this nice young man sit here all night?” So I got an approval from Barbara’s mom.

Finally Barbara eskort bayan istanbul came out. She was wearing a plain rose-colored dress that accented her curves and ended at just above her knees. Her legs were displayed in dark colored nylons supported by 3 ½ heels. The only problem was her breasts, which bulged above the square cut neck of the dress. Barbara and her mom were in an instant argument.

Jean Yelled “I told you to get rid of that bra. It makes you look like a whore. “It’s only like the one you wear” Barbara flung back.

After much yelling back and forth Barbara went into her bedroom and came out wearing a different bra that satisfied her mom.

I loved the new bra because I could see almost to Barbara’s navel. Jean had been right Barbara now looked fittingly dressed to go out to dinner. I thought she looked so gorgeous that she would draw crowds.

As soon as we got in my car I slipped the shoulder of one side off Barbara and squeezed her bare tit. She had no bra as I expected. I wanted to suck her nipple but Barbara would not let me. I did slip my hand up her dress and found her uncovered pussy. Thus my date was not wearing panties or a bra. In fact she was absolutely naked under her dress.

Barbara looked at me and just shrugged her shoulders. Off we went to dinner. “Where are we going to eat?” asked my glamorous date.

I had not really thought this thru, since the important objective was first to get the date. I hadn’t expected to be having sex for over two hours with such a gorgeous woman. There was no doubt that Barbara at eighteen and a half years on earth was a full-grown woman in all respects except for bearing a child. I wondered how she learned so much about sex in such a short time.

I decided on a special seafood restaurant that catered to both a young and older crowd.

Barbara had never been there and seemed excited about going. The Maitre de took one look at my date and ushered us to a fine table near the front. He almost fell down the steps leading into the main dining room when Barbara leaned over to straighten her skirt and he got a full view to her navel. The poor guys face was red, red, and red.

As we were sitting down Barbara whispered to me, “I did that on purpose” “You are a little vixen” I laughingly replied.

I ordered two martinis for our cocktails. No one questioned our age. Barbara wanted another, but she was already tipsy so I explained that it was not proper. The dinner was excellent. Just before dissert a three-piece band started to play for dancing. Barbara and I danced and got the attention of every young cock there. She also got the attention of some older cocks too. One elderly man even had the nerve to ask her to dance. She accepted at once and he twirled her around the floor with the style of a professional. Her skirt at times rose close to showing her bare ass, but not quite.

We were treated to an after dinner brandy by this gentleman who looked somewhat sad after his dance. I guessed he was thinking about the beautiful women who no longer were part of his life.

By the time we had completed dinner I was ready for some more sex with my bombshell of a date. She seemed to be getting itchy too and had her hand on my thigh rubbing it very lightly. I was desperately thinking of where we could go that would be like her apartment. I decided to introduce Barbara to my grandmother so we could go there when my grandmother was working. I figured that if Barbara was there when my grandmother came in we could say we had just come in,

So Barbara and my grandmother met and as fate would have it, my grandmother had to go out to visit a friend until about midnight that very night. As soon as she went out the door I picked up Barbara and carried her into my bedroom. I stood her in front of me and held her close. She looked into my eyes and thanked me for the wonderful dinner experience. She then kissed me with such warm lips that my head started to spin. Then my tongue was in her mouth entwined in hers. My prick hardened to its full magnificence and my hand was playing with her already wet cunt.

In practically no time (less than a minute) she stood naked before me. All she had on was a garter belt holding up her dark stockings. She was the epitome of all my sexual daydreams and I stood just looking at her. It took me a long while to get my clothes off because of her beauty. Finally we were both naked and holding each other. My prick was so hard and big it looked like a strange addition just stuck to my crotch.

I knelt in front of Barbara and moved her legs open with my hands. Then I buried my face in her wet opening and in a sexual frenzy started licking her now hot cunt. She leaned back against the bed to provide a better target and soon was moaning at each lick of my tongue. I wanted desperately to make her cum and soon her clitoris showed itself from its hiding place.

I got it between my lips and Barbara started going crazy. Her body seemed out of control when suddenly my face was flooded oral escort with her juices and she yelled something unintelligible. I lapped at her snatch like a dog drinking water until I had most of her juices in my mouth.

Her smell and the taste of her beautiful hairy cunt almost overwhelmed me, but my hard cock needed attention. Pre cum was dripping off the tip. Barbara started licking and then put the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Huge streams of cum, almost immediately started shooting into her mouth. Barbara swallowed every drop and licked the head clean.

Barbara loved fucking the most and told me so. I picked her up and put her on my bed and climbed up beside her.

She started licking my whole body and my tool for her needs jumped to attention again. She opened her legs wide and my cock was inside the beautiful slightly swollen lips of her cunt. Barbara moved them over the head of my cock, which grew even larger. Then she had her ankles behind my knees and pulled me fully into her in one large thrust.

I fucked her hot dripping fuck hole for almost an hour in all the positions I knew and a couple that Barbara knew. Barbara had several orgasms but I did not build up enough semen at my usual known rate. Finally when it became obvious that I was going to pump the hot juice from my body Barbara yelled, “Shoot it into my mouth.” I pulled my still hard prick out and Barbara pounced on it like a schoolgirl giving her first head. The quantity of my cum was much reduced by this time and she had no problem swallowing every drop.

We were soaked in sweat and took a bath together in my grandmother’s oversized tub. This was more fun than I would have imagined and for some reason I started feeling very close to Barbara.

By the time we got to her apartment I was so exhausted I could hardly keep my eyes open. Barbara’s mother insisted that I sleep on the couch. By the time I said, “thank you” I was down and asleep for the night. Someone had put a blanket over me during the night.

I was awakened at about seven thirty by a nice warm kiss on my lips. I expected to see Barbara, but it was her mother leaning over me and saying something like “wake up sleepyhead ” When my eyes opened I was looking at the most beautiful pair of tits I have ever seen. They were like Barbara’s except somewhat larger and with subtle differences in curvature. The nipples were a bright pink and very large and protruding.

The mother was wearing some sort of loose covering to her knees. She had on her stockings held up by a garter belt. Her blond pussy was clearly visible as were her tits. The covering was hardly a covering at all.

I had an instant hard on which punched through the opening in my shorts, and started building a fairly large tent. As I rolled over on my stomach Barbara’s mother, Jean told me she took off my pants when I fell asleep so I would be more comfortable.

In my mind at least Jean had a touch of lust generate when she saw the size of my tent. Just as this thought hit me Barbara bounced into the room looking radiant and with a large grin on her face. She sat down next to me holding my pants and leaned over to give me her hot kiss with full tongue. My prick jumped to attention again. She slipped her hand under the blanket while her body blocked the line of sight from her mom and gave my cock just enough massage to generate pre cum. Her finger wiped a little off and then her finger tracked into her mouth.

I wanted to grab her and tickle her and then of course fuck her until she screamed uncle. Since Jean was home all I could do was try to put on my pants under the blanket.

Jean fixed a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs, which disappeared as they hit my plate. By this time I was well rested and ready for sex big time.

I left the apartment with mother and daughter feeling quite good.

Barbara and I made a date for after school and by four were fucking our brains out in Barbara’s apartment. Instead of my lust for my girl Barbara decreasing as we had more sex my lust increased. As soon as she was within sight my prick would get hard in an instant. We had sex of some sort in her apartment or my grandmothers every single day from the day we met until her graduation from high school. More and more we tried to please each other and all kinds of nuances crept into our lovemaking.

We were becoming very close and were always comfortable together. I began to think about a present for her graduation. It had to be something nice because we were fucking every night and days when a place was available and we always had great fun together when not having sex.

I felt I was in love with her and she with me. Deep inside me however I knew the love was not of the marrying kind.

I bought Barbara a wristwatch with small diamonds encased around the face and the band. It cost about $200 and looked much more expensive.

I gave it to her just after she received her diploma and instead of being happy with my gift, she started crying very hard.

That’s when I learned I would loose my girl for the rest of the summer. The following Monday she had to join her father for the next eight weeks in Chicago. This was part of her parents divorce agreement. In eight weeks I would be putting my brain back together to go back at MIT.

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This is part 2 of a three part series. You may not understand the story if you did not read part one.

Thanks for reading.

*****

Chapter 2 – Dakota

Dakota woke up feeling the cold air and the room spinning. She opened her eyes and saw the dark hotel room and assumed that she was in hers. Then the cold got into her consciousness and she wondered why in the world she was naked and on top of the covers. As she became more alert, she noticed the pressure in her bladder and got up to head to the toilet.

She stood up and noticed the light from the hallway under the door. She knew where the bathroom was, so she headed for relief in the darkness. After three steps or so, she stepped on some clothing and almost fell into the dresser and television. She cursed as her hand hit the edge and then stumbled more, almost falling on her face.

Suddenly, someone was holding her arm and helping her up. It was a man from the noise as he moved to her and the strong grip that he had. Then she recognized Zach’s voice as he spoke.

“Easy there, come on.”

Dakota was alarmed, but still a bit woozy from all the alcohol, and he gently walked her to the bathroom. He helped her inside and then lifted the lid for her to sit down. He started to leave but she said.

“Wait, just shut the door.”

Zach did so and the darkness was oppressive now. Dakota could not wait and let her urine go regardless of what Zach was doing there. As she was finishing up, she said.

“Zach?”

“Yea.”

“What are you doing in my room?”

“I thought this was Dillion’s room,” he replied after a pause.

Dakota felt confused and hoped it was just the alcohol. Forgetting she was naked, she said, “Turn on the light please.”

“Um, are you sure?” Zach asked.

Dakota felt herself grimace. She needed to find the paper.

“Yes. Turn it on,” she ordered.

“Okay,” he said and counted down so she could close her eyes.

The light came on and she could see the brightness through her eyelids. As she opened them slowly, she could see Zach holding his hands in front of his privates. She wondered what had happened that she did not remember.

“Um, why are you naked?” she asked.

Zach looked down at the sink and turned a bit pink. Even so, she noticed his physique. Then she remembered that she was naked as well.

“Did we?” she asked.

“No!” was his quick response. His red tint got deeper, but she could see him glance at her chest.

She was done on the toilet and wondered if she should get up or not. Her mind was still fogged from the drinks and she knew that she was not thinking clearly yet.

“So what’s going on? Why am I naked?” she asked.

Zach sighed heavily. She could not believe he got even more embarrassed, and then he confessed.

“Dillion took off your clothes. She said you wanted me to… But I didn’t! I mean we didn’t.”

She saw his eyes drift to her chest again, and then down to her legs. She took the opportunity to check him out and saw him shift his hands. She still did not understand completely, but was getting curious as to what he was hiding. So she flushed without standing up. As she looked back at him he looked even better. Muscular and cut, she bet his behind was even better and she loved guys’ butts.

“So she wanted you to screw me and arap escort you wouldn’t.” She said, trying to remain stern.

“You were asleep, it wouldn’t have been right,” Zach said. He shifted his hands again and her curiosity went up.

She changed her tact, and rubbed her forehead as she said, “be a honey and find me some Tylenol on that bag.”

Zach hesitated but then grabbed the opaque carry bag beside the sink. As he moved his hands, she saw his tool sticking out but not completely erect. She felt her mouth water and thought if they did it now no one would know. He looked bigger than her fiancé and was not completely hard yet. She could do this and not tell anyone. No one would be hurt. She also saw his butt from the side and wanted him even more.

Zach opened a bottle and got a cup of water and brought it over to her. She was still sitting and instead of taking the medicine, she grabbed his penis and leaned forward. Dakota then slid her tongue over his knob. She looked up at Zach as she did and saw his surprise and then pleasure as her lips closed around his head. She noticed a taste that was not normal. She pulled off as she processed the taste. As she did, her hand slid up and down Zach’s shaft slowly.

After a moment, she decided that it did not matter what it was and turned back to his erection. It was stiff and sticking up now. She pulled it down gently and covered it again. Dakota went down further now, taking part of his shaft between her lips. She inhaled as she pulled back and went down again, just a bit further. This new taste was intoxicating and she always enjoyed giving head. She liked watching men try to hold it together as she worked on tearing apart their control. All it took was her mouth and her eyes. She looked up at Zach as she worked him. He had his eyes closed and looked to be concentrating on the feelings.

Dakota pulled off and then tickled Zach’s opening with her tongue. His eyes popped open in surprise and she grinned at him. Zach grinned back and watched as she took him into her mouth again. This time she took most of his big shaft and felt the thickness all the way to her throat. A moan escaped Zach and he pushed in softly. He pulled back and started pumping himself into her mouth slowly. Each time, he pushed in a little further until she gagged on the fifth or sixth thrust.

Zach pulled back and Dakota stood up after cleaning herself quickly. She had a soft smile but could see that Zach was struggling with something.

“Don’t worry, this will be our secret,” Dakota whispered. She knew she was still a bit drunk and should not do what she planned, but figured no one would ever know but Zach.

She took his arm and led him out of the bath. Once in the room, she heard Dillion turnover and stopped. It hit her like a bolt, what had happened. She thought about the taste and Dillion and then Zach’s embarrassment.

“Sorry, I was trying to think of how…” Zach began.

Dakota put her hand on his cheek and he stopped talking. She wanted to be upset, but was horny now and quickly decided that Dillion was right, she should have one last fling. She reached up and pulled Zach down to kiss her and they made out for a few minutes standing by Dillion’s bed. As Zach got more into it, his arms enveloped her and she felt his strength. He was holding her tightly against him and she escort bayan istanbul felt the moisture emanating from her vagina. She thought about him having Dillion and then her and wondered what he must think of them.

Dakota slid her hand between them and she felt his grip ease as she did. His erection was against her belly and she grasped it before starting to stroke up and down. Zach moaned into her mouth and one hand dropped from her back to her behind. They kept going like this, with their tongues dueling and she found that instead of getting more aggressive, Zach was becoming more tender. She liked the way he was now running his hands over her body though not touching any erogenous zones.

Zach broke their kiss and she opened her eyes and looked into his.

“Sam is a very lucky man,” Zach said softly.

She pulled away from him with a huff, moving to the empty bed. Dakota did not want to be reminded of her fiancé. She felt the guilt of doing this after promising herself to one man, even though they were not actually married yet. She faced away from Zach and crossed her arms. After a moment, she felt his hands slide onto her arms and his breath on her neck. Dakota tilted her head without thinking and felt Zach’s lips on her, lightly kissing her over and over. It felt wonderful and she lifted her arms, allowing him access to her breasts. Zach’s kisses became bolder and his tongue joined with his lips and he nipped her as well. His hands also found her boobs and caressed the sensitive underside.

Dakota let out a sigh as her attitude changed again. She had lost her mood and now he was bringing it back with a vengeance. Soon his fingers were making circles on her areola and her nipples were sticking out like erasers. He had kissed his way forward and her head was thrown back as his tongue was right under her chin. She had a vision of a vampire taking his willing victim and was she was to be Zach’s. His hand slid down her stomach and stopped on her tunnel. She was sure that he could feel her wetness as he started massaging her labia. Her breath was getting heavy now and soon he took one finger and massaged her slit as his digit went up and down.

Dakota lowered herself slowly and Zach moved with her. He was back kissing the side of her neck and she felt his manhood against her back. She grabbed the covers and pulled them down. She wanted to lie down, but did not want Zach to stop what he was doing. Dakota waited a moment and then whimpered softly. She was ready for more.

Zach pulled away and she spent a few seconds getting the sheets and pillows arranged and then found him again. He was watching her and smiled as he saw her grin. Dakota slithered onto the bed and turned onto her back. Zach was already moving to her and she expected him to climb over her to make love. Instead, he lowered his head to her loins and kissed her thigh softly. Dakota felt her breath get heavy as he got ready to go down on her. Sam had only done this once, and even when she tried to guide him to lick her he would not. But Zach moved in quickly, with two kisses on each thigh. There was a kiss right on her vagina and then his tongue took over.

Knowing Dillion was on the next bed, Dakota tried to stay quiet. It was hard, for his actions felt amazing and she felt an orgasm beckoning already. She wondered if he had done this with Dillion. Part of her zenci escort hoped he had not, and part hoped he had for he was great at it. He licked her all over and spent considerable time pushing as far inside her as he could. Now he was sucking her clit and then popping off it every few seconds. Dakota heard herself mewing with each pop. Zach was sucking harder each time and before long she came hard. Her breath left as she groaned and her legs closed around Zach’s head.

After a bit she took a deep breath and relaxed. She realized she had been squeezing Zach and reached down to check on him. As she felt his hair between her fingers, he started licking her softly once again. As good as it felt she wanted more now.

“Uh-uh,” she said softly and started pulling Zach up.

His head moved above her and they kissed some more. If there was any doubt about the earlier taste, there was none now. It was not exactly the same but close enough. Dakota thought it was odd knowing she had tasted Dillion and how it had turned her on.

Her legs were open with Zach between them and soon she felt his hard dick probing for her opening. Dakota could not wait and spread her legs wider to help him push inside her. He did after another moment and she broke the kiss as her body reacted. Her hands went to Zach’s sides as Zach started stroking slowly into her honeypot.

His shaft felt huge as he pushed in repeatedly. She had lubricated him enough that there was almost no friction. As she lost herself in the ecstasy, she felt him start pushing in further and his sac bouncing against her. Her legs were now in the air and she felt like a slut giving herself to this relative stranger.

Dakota came over and over as Zach continued. He would speed up for a bit and then slow back down during her orgasms. During a rare moment of lucidity she realized that he had screwed Dillion already and she should expect him to go on awhile. She smiled at the thought and pulled this wonderful man into an unexpected hug. As soon as she did he stopped while still buried inside her.

“Are you all right?” Zach asked softly.

Dakota thought her smile would break her face, “Oh yea. This is great baby.”

Zach kissed her and then started pumping into her again. As soon as he did she moaned and said, “Fuck me hard Zach.”

Zach lifted up and she felt his knees move up beside her hips. He grabbed her and did exactly what she wanted. He started pounding Dakota’s loins and the slurping of her pussy taking him repeatedly was loud in the room.

Dakota could not help herself. She was squealing with each thrust and seemed to be as aroused as she had ever been. Zach’s big member stretched her open and felt sublime. She was pounded relentlessly for another few minutes and she could not hold back. As her orgasm arrived, so did Zach’s. Dakota felt her eyes roll back into her head and tried to relax before she passed out. Zach’s orgasm was great and she felt his load now deposited in her canal.

As she came down she heard Zach breathing very hard. Dakota leaned forward and pulled him down on top of her. She then held him tight while he recovered. In the few seconds that he stayed there, Dakota thought about how Sam had never made her feel as good. How she owed Dillion a debt and could never say thank you. How she needed to let go of Zach emotionally. She already wanted him in her life.

When Zach rose up, they kissed a soft sweet kiss. He moved beside her and as he did, she slid in tight beside him. They hugged and kissed once more and Zach settled into the bed. Dakota was surprised but delighted that he was staying and snuggled in before dropping off to sleep.

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It feels good to walk along the path with you. This has always been one of my favorite state parks. When I was a child, I loved the river and foot trails. Now I love it because I am here with you. The shadows are deepening and underbrush encroaches on the path. Most hikers stop at the overview of the river, a mile behind us now. It was a lovely spot and we ate our lunch there. A typical Texas hilltop with prairie grasses and shrubs growing out of the miserly layer of soil spread across flat rock. The Perdernales wound its way below us, deep enough at that point for inner tubes to float downstream. Like black olives stuffed in the middle with colorful pimentos. A few other hikers stopped briefly, laden with cameras and little ice chests and bottles of water. Their picture snapping and exclamations about the view did little to interrupt our lazy lunch. The wildlife was thick: roadrunners, and bugs, and birds and campers.

None of the native sights are as stimulating to me, though as your hard body stretched out next to me. My fingers weave idly through your hair. It is addictive– touching you. I can never seem to get enough of it. Whenever you are within reach my hand is stroking or petting you. Testing the textures: the sculpted lines of your shoulders and back under the thin cotton of your t-shirt, the soft and sensitive spots along your neck and clavicle, the prickly sensation of your beard, the soft wetness of your lips. The lines of your body are relaxed now. Being outside always does that for you. The habitual watchfulness disappears some. Your eyes are closed, an arm thrown over your face. Your head rests on your backpack, a thin sheen of sweat shows on your arms and neck.

I love to look at you. My big sensual cat with all that sexy damn power packed away under your sleek exterior. You move like a big cat, too: easy grace with a purpose. It is why I am following you deeper into trees. So I can enjoy watching the way your legs eat up ground and the ease with which you carry both of our packs. Little fingers of sunlight dance over your shoulders and I am drunk with the spectacle. You seem to know where you are headed, and I am content, as always, to follow you. The sun is dropping down by the time we stop. The clearing you chose will make a good spot for the night. We move together with easy compatibility to set up camp. When the tent is done and our sleeping bags are rolled out, I dig through my pack for the last of our sandwiches and some fruit. There are even a few granola bars and a wedge kırgız escort of cheese. I am so hungry that it looks like a feast. Sitting on one of the bags with my back to your strong chest and your back to a tree, we demolish supper in record time. Your heat feels so good against my back and I absently stroke your thighs with both hands.

The cicadas are screeching out their noisy foreplay and moths dance crazily in the light of our two lanterns. I close my eyes and concentrate on you: the touch of your skin, your smell, the rhythm of your breath, your hands moving over my breasts and abdomen. Your mouth brushes my hair, planting little kisses along my scalp. In return, I take your hand and kiss and bite the pad beneath your thumb. “Right her, right now,” I tell you, “I am more complete than I have ever been, Paul.” The pleasure my words bring you is obvious. Your body hums with it. When I raise my face, your gentle kiss feels so very good. Fitting my mouth to yours and exploring with little tentative thrusts with my tongue. Your beard tickling my face and your strong hands cover my back and waist. Bodies close enough to melt into one another. Your taste and your scent fill me until I know only you and hear only your quickening breath. The little moans in your throat tug at me. Like fingers pulling at my center and drawing slick wetness from my core.

Your thighs cradle me. I can feel your hardness against my back. Kisses along my neck send shivers through my body. My heart knocks against my ribs now, and breasts are swollen and hard beneath your hands. You have such talented fingers: caressing and teasing me. You stroke my breasts until even a slight touch draws me tight. I am so glad that I didn’t wear a bra today. I raise my hands when you take the shirt off of me, and even the air feels sensuous on my skin. Just the tips of your fingers, tracing designs on my skin. I am trembling now with need. The smell of your skin, warm, slightly salty, gave me the same feeling that a glass of wine might: slightly dizzy and flushed and a little breathless. You are intoxicating. I am panting now and straining towards your hands. “Please, please, fix it. Sweet, fix it.” Your clever hands continue to tease me. Brushing the tips of my breasts, my back, my neck and my waist.

I do not argue when you guide me to one of the open bags and pull me to lie beside you. It is easy to slide out of my shorts and discard my socks and sneakers. I lick and kiss your skin when you let me eskort istanbul undress you as well. Propped on your side, one leg thrown over my thighs you stroke me again with maddening thoroughness. Need curls through me hot and heavy because of your touch. Your hand trembles and the look on your face is raw and possessive. Your arousal is so obvious: glorious and masculine. My fingertips itch to stroke you. Your hands brushes the underside of my breast, strokes my belly and thighs. Low coursing pleasure fills my womb. All I want is the feel of your heavy cock inside me, your weight above me, and your hard body filling me—covering me, consuming me. “My pet,” just those two words. Deep and husky; your voice slides over me like liquid heat. You always make me feel like the most desirable woman, some pagan goddess formed just for your pleasure. I do not even argue when you tell me I am beautiful. Right now that is exactly how I feel.

Rolling to face you, I explore you in return. Brushing your hot skin reverently. Grasping your buttocks and pulling you close. Squeezing your tight ass like a kitty kneading with its paws. I smile when you gasp against my hair. Your cock is heavy against my leg. I slid my hand to cup the pouch at the base of your sex. Your balls are almost cool compared to the heat of your turgid shaft. My fingertips trace your skin now. Covering the ridges of veins that lead all the way to the tip. When I drew the pad of my thumb over the satiny bulb I am rewarded with wetness. You hug me close and groan when I bring my thumb to my lips and lick it clean. “Does that please you?” I whisper. In response you tilt my head back and bring your face close to mine. Your face shimmers with sweat and your eyes are like a blue blaze. You still kiss me as though we have just become lovers. Not the perfunctory and easily forgotten kisses that long time lovers share easily, but a soul deep kiss that burns right through my soul and brands me as yours alone.

Moving your body over me, I shift so that you are cradled in my thighs now. Your manhood is throbbing, searing me like a brand and I cry for you to fill me. Your hand guides the thick head across my smooth slit. I am so wet for you; there is no resistance at all. Your palm moves to my thigh and draws my leg up around your hip. “Now, now please. Paul, take me now. I want you inside of me. I want—”

You interrupt me with a deep kiss, your tongue dueling with mine. One hand caresses my breasts again. “Turn around,” you whisper, “lie genç escort on your side and hold your bottom to me.” Your fingers are busy now pinching my nipples and I groan into the curve of your neck. “Now, pet, I know what you want.” Your hands are directing me to roll over. “More, I know what you need.” It is easy to obey you then, settling so that my back is pressed against your chest spoon-fashion. I can feel the rise of your erection against my ass, and I writhe against you. My need is so great now. Your lips and teeth at my nape make me wild and I arch instinctively. It is so good when you enter me finally. I groan as you drive deeper, until I am stretched tightly around you heat.

Your broad hands stroke my breasts again. One slides down my quivering stomach to rest at the apex between my thighs. Clever fingers resting just above the tingling spot without quite touching it. Teasing me sliding away each time I strain towards your hand. The elusive pleasure makes me desperate. Each time my hips move forward you follow the movement. Each liquid glide delights and stimulates me. The exquisite tension climbs higher and higher until I can barely hold back my screams. Every limb is stiff and my skin is wet with sweat. Even my hair is plastered to my scalp. I claw at the hand against my pubis, straining to reach my climax now.

It is almost enough to send me over the edge when your dark voice croons, “All right, my pet. You’ve earned your pleasure.” You are thrusting so hard and then you pinch just slightly at the skin around my jewelry with your thumb and forefinger. The world seems to explode around me then. Fire and sensation rip through my body and I clamp on your hardness with little spasms of ecstasy. The rippling of my inner muscles brings you to the point of climax, and you withdraw from me with a groan. “Your mouth, stacy. Take me. Take all of me.” My brain is still foggy with desire, but my body moves quickly to take your beautiful cock in my mouth. I can taste myself all over you as you lay beneath me and in just a few strokes you are hard against the back of my throat. The trembling of your hands in my hair is an epiphany and with a deep breath is swallow you until my nose is tight against your hard abdomen and your spear is past the sphincter of my throat. When I am ready to pull back you grasp my head tight to you and I feel your sweet liquid pulsing in my throat.

The sound of your pleasure nearly undoes me and I slide two fingers deep into my own cunt while I wait for breath. Even my breath is yours, I think. And then your hand moves away and I raise my head to gasp for air. I slick stream of cum hangs from the head of your still throbbing cock and my swollen lips. I use my tongue to break it and make sure you see me draw the sticky strand into my mouth.

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Ava (29 yrs.) is a true blonde (40-24-36) who stands naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She ties her hair into a ponytail as her huge tits jiggle. Her thick, blonde pussy, shines in the mirror. She cups her tits and admires them. Her hand picks up a perfume bottle and sprays it over those massive tits.

She says, “I’m keeping these wrestlers warm this winter.”

It’s February and the university invited other colleges to their annual tournament. Ava had already searched the first bus of visiting wrestling teams. She likes the athlete named Paul (20 yrs.) who is a blonde. He stepped off the traveling bus who has a left black eye.

On Saturday afternoon. Paul stands naked on a weight machine in the locker-room. He is 5’11” and weighs 174 lbs., who has broad muscular shoulders. Both of his feet step off the machine and he stride’s over to his locker. He grabs his wrestling suit and gets ready for his match.

Paul’s wrestling match is over and he unstraps his head gear. He steps over next to the referee and his hand isn’t raised. He lost his second match of the season. He congratulates the winner and stomps off in disappointment.

The hallway doors swing open. Paul runs into Ava and knocks her backward. She’s wearing a sweater with no bra on underneath. moldova escort His arms catch her and his eyes notice her jiggling tits.

He says, “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. Are you Paul?” she asks.

He answers with a smile, “Yeah, that’s me.”

She looks at his black eye, “I’m Ava. What happened to your eye?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, I just got into a fight.”

Ava gently touches his eye with her hand. She says, “Looks like it hurts. I live off campus. Do you want to have a drink tonight?”

Paul chuckles, “Sure, to celebrate my loss.”

Ava reaches into her pocket and pulls out an iPhone. She hands it to him, “Call me. I’ll give you my address. Bring my phone back to me.”

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek. He smiles nervously as she walks out of the doors. His eyes follow her nice ass.

On Saturday night. The security camera aims down at a narrow walkway that leads to Ava’s apartment. It’s snowing and Paul is seen walking down the steps on the side of the building. He’s wearing his university jacket, gloves and stocking cap.

Paul’s clothes and shoes are piled right next to the bed. The ceiling fan rotates slowly and the center light shines down on an escort istanbul empty bed. The naked bodies of Paul and Ava are on a chair. She is straddled on top of him with her hands gripping his broad shoulders. Her head is thrown back with her blonde hair hanging loose.

His right hand grips her heavy left tit and his mouth covers her pink areole. His tongue flicks that erect nipple. His left hand is in between her legs and middle-finger is buried deep inside of her wet cunt. She grinds her hips forward and backward. Her own righthand squeeze’s her other nipple.

Paul feasts on that tit, “Mmm. Mmmm.”

She moans, “Oh, Paul. Find it. Find that spot.”

Ava’s head leans forward with her hands gripping harder on his shoulders. Her eyes look down as she grinds her hips. His finger digs deeper.

“Fuck… Paul. There you go!” she moans.

His tongue circles around her nipple. “Mmmm. Mmmm” he mutters.

She keeps grinding as his finger keeps digging. Ava’s body flinches, “Shit. You hit it Paul!”

His finger discovers her G-spot. She responds, “My Gawd…! Gawdd…! You hit it…!”

Paul keeps his finger in the same spot and rubs. Her body begins to buck on his lap. His mouth lets go of her tit and he looks up at her.

He bulgar escort whispers, “Right there?”

Ava’s grinding hips are uncontrollable as she screams, “YES… PAUL… RIGHT… THERE!”

Paul let’s go of her tit and grabs her butt cheek.

She has an intense orgasm, “OH… FUCK… FUCK… RIGHT THERE… PAUL!”

He keeps his finger rubbing that spot as her body shakes in another orgasm.

She can’t stand it, “FUCK… PAUL… UHHHHH… UHHHH… UHHHHHHH!”

Another orgasm shoots through her body. Paul wraps his hand around her lower back and holds on tight. His finger keeps rubbing that spot.

Her tits flop and shake as she yells, “UH-UH-UHHHHH…! UHHHHH…! UH-UH-UH-UH…! GAWD…! GAWD!!”

Ava’s body keeps shaking who leans over jerking her head. She breathes hard, “Paul… Stop… I Can’t… Take it… Fuck!”

He whispers, “Are you sure?”

“Yes… That was… Fuck” she answers.

Her body keeps shaking as he pulls his finger out of her cunt. His other hand still holds her lower back.

Paul stands and lifts her body up. He steps over to the bed and lays her down gently. She continues to breathe heavily as her tits heave up and down.

He bends down and pulls out a condom package from his jacket. His fingers tear it open and he slides it over his thick, 6 and ¾ inch cock.

“I’m so damn hard Ava” he states.

She replies, “Give me a few seconds baby.”

He steps over and crawls on top of her. They kiss deeply and he begins kissing her neck and then her tits.

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Maggie walked through the busy mall, one hand on the purse strap at her shoulder, the other jammed in the pocket of her brown suede jacket. She kept her steps slow, refusing to hurry. If she hurried, she’d probably turn around and run. This was not something she had really planned on. It had just happened.

As she neared the restaurant at the end of the mall, Maggie slowed her steps to a crawl. She and James had once had a professional relationship, but it had recently turned into just a bit more than friends. They had e-mailed, IMd, and texted one another daily. She had listened to him whisper erotic things to her as they both stroked themselves to orgasm nearly every day for the last two months. Now, she was going to see him for the first time in two years. And her husband knew nothing about it.

She loved her husband. Theirs was a deeply committed relationship, full of love and understanding. Their sex life was hot, their respect and admiration for one another so vast, their friends were in awe of it. Still, her husband traveled quite a bit for work, sometimes gone for entire months, and Maggie needed to be touched by someone other than herself for a change.

It was on this chilly winter’s day she arranged a meeting with James. He, too, was married, but he and his wife had hit a rocky patch in their marriage. He wouldn’t leave her, it could be worked out, but, like Maggie, James needed someone to share his sexual passion with. So they had agreed to meet.

He was waiting for her just outside the restaurant. He looked just as he had when he taught her class those years ago. She saw him first, for he was turned and looking out the main doors waiting for her. She had a moment to drink the sight of his profile in. He was a good fifteen years older than she, putting him in his early 50’s. He was tall, at least six feet, with an average build. His dark hair was shot with grey throughout, and he wore his glasses on this day, plain wire rims that made him all the more attractive. He was wearing jeans, a button down shirt that was untucked, and a leather jacket. On his feet was the rattiest pair of loafers Maggie could ever remember seeing. The sight made her grin and, at that moment, James looked in her direction. She was only a few feet away, but his gaze stopped her in her tracks. She immediately went weak at the knees and she could feel her panties dampen at the thought of what would occur that afternoon.

“Maggie ….” James said, walking toward her. He gathered her into his arms, hugged her tightly and then kissed her lips. It was a soft kiss, one of greeting, but it held promise. “It’s so good to see you again. You look well.” He squeezed her close again then, taking her hand, led her into the restaurant.

“Are you hungry?” James asked as they were seated in a quiet booth. The lunch crowd was beginning to thin out so they would have some privacy.

“Oh gosh, no. Not a bit.” Maggie said, feeling her body begin to tremble. James didn’t release her hand until they were seated across from each other and then, he only dropped it long enough for them to remove their jackets.

“Neither am I, really. How about just a drink then?” James said, looking into her eyes as she nodded her answer to his question. “Wow. It is really good to finally see you in person.” His hazel eyes looked into her green eyes and she immediately blushed and looked down at their linked fingers.

Just then, the waitress arrived. She was young and pleasantly asked if they would like anything. James looked to Maggie and she looked to the waitress and said, “Coffee, please. And could you bring extra cream, too?” The waitress smiled and nodded.

“I’ll have the same.” James said, quickly returning his attention to Maggie. “So …”

“So …” Maggie mimicked. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been alright. Nervous, though. You?” James gently rubbed the palms of Maggie’s hands with his thumbs.

Maggie melted at his touch. If he could do this to her with an innocent hand holding, good grief, what would he do when she was in his bed? “You have no idea how nervous I’ve been.” She laughed, relaxing a bit. The waitress brought their coffees and smiled at them before leaving.

The conversation paused while each of them added cream and sugar to their coffees. “Odd, isn’t it? I can be on the phone with you and talk for hours but the minute I come face to face with you I can’t think of a word to say.” Maggie said before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.

James chuckled softly. “I know. My trouble is keeping myself from taking you into the men’s room, locking the stall door, and having my way with you then and there.”

Maggie grinned, relaxing all the more and took another sip. “So, tell me then, how do we get the end result but yet bypassing rus escort the bathroom?”

James swallowed his drink, and looked down into his cup. “Ahhhh …” he sighed. “I have the house to myself until nine tonight. She’s tied up in meetings until then. There’s no chance of surprise visits either. My daughter is safely tucked away at school in the city and my son is staying with a friend.”

Maggie looked at the man across the table from her. Summoning courage she didn’t realize she had she said, “He’s out of town until next week. My kids are with their grandparents for the weekend. I’ve the whole house to myself and a bed with clean sheets in the guest room.”

There they were. Two offers out in the open with one more appealing than the other. A moment of silence hung between them, coffee was sipped, eyes were locked, and then James replied, “Come with me. I’ll need to pack a few things for the night.”

He hurriedly paid the check, left a hefty tip for the waitress, and they were on their way. In his car, a roomy sedan that expressed the comfortable living he earned, they held hands but didn’t speak. They pulled into the driveway of his home, and he shut the engine off before lowering the door to the garage. Once it was closed, James turned to face her. “Stay here. If you come inside with me, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” With a kiss, he was gone.

He was back in five minutes, and he flung a bag into the backseat. He kissed her again, starting the engine and driving back to the mall for her car. Another kiss and she was in her car and he was following her through the streets of several small towns before arriving at her home. They both pulled into the double car garage and, as at his house, waiting until the door went down before exiting their vehicles.

She led him to the door that connected the house and garage and, with trembling hands, unlocked it. They stepped into the tiny kitchen, and she closed and locked the door behind them. James looked at her, Maggie looked at him and all she said was yes in a whisper barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator.

He took her face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. It was as soft as the first kiss he’d given her, but this time his tongue gently pushed its way into her mouth. Finding hers, it twisted and turned, discovering the warm depths of her mouth, teasing and tempting as it did so.

Maggie groaned. It had been exactly three and a half weeks since she’d been kissed like this and even then that was only one night. Before then it had been two months.

For James, the sweet sip of Maggie’s lips was like water to a parched man. It had been much too long for him, and he felt his body quickly respond to her soft curves and juicy mouth. His hands dug into the hair at the base of her head, pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss all the more. He finished this kiss and pulled away from her, breathless. He looked at her for a long moment before brushed a lock of auburn hair from her face. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, her eyes glassy with lust. “Unless you want to be taken here on the linoleum, you’d better show me to a bed.” James whispered his voice husky with passion.

“This way.” Maggie said, taking his hand and leading him down the carpeted steps. She opened the door to the basement and James was shocked to find the space furnished as a suite in a hotel. There was a sofa, coffee table, chair, and television in one corner. The bed sat along the wall with two night stands with lamps, and a separate room was off to the side. “That’s the bathroom. We had this done when my parents came to live with us for awhile. Now it makes it easy for overnight guest when they come.” Maggie looked at James then and smiled. She dropped his hand and slowly lifted her sweater over her head. “No more waiting, James. I’m tired of waiting.” With that, she turned and headed toward the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did. Her bra was next, her jeans, the pink bikini panties she wore and, finally, her socks. She did this all while James watched, his mouth watering at the sight of her naked body.

Her auburn locks fell just to her shoulders in kinked curls, her green eyes looking directly at him. She wasn’t self conscious of her nudity, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Her skin was creamy white, her body was soft and plump. She was sexy as hell, too, standing there, waiting for him because she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. She looked like a perfectly ripe apple ready to be eaten. His thoughts must have registered in his expression for she crooked her finger at him and said, “Hungry, James? Come eat ….” With that, she pulled the covers back and crawled into the bed.

James dropped his bag onto the floor and began undressing istanbul bayan eskort as he crossed the room. Maggie enjoyed watching him strip, revealing crisp dark hair over his chest that curled into a soft line that disappeared into the waist band of his jeans. She giggled a little when he lost his balance and almost fell trying to get his shoes off while standing. He looked at her and laughed too. He unbuttoned the fly to his jeans, pausing only for a moment to ask, “Are you certain? Once these come off, there’s no going back.” The care and concern in his eyes caused Maggie’s heart to squeeze. “I’m sure.” She replied, her eyes widening as he pulled the denim from his legs and was left only in his boxers. Those were quickly removed and placed in the heap on the floor.

His cock was already stiffening, but not fully erect. Maggie couldn’t tear her eyes from him, her nipples tightening, her pussy wet and waiting for him. At long last James slid into the bed beside her and he kissed her deeply. She curled into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his body and pulling him closer. His hands trailed from her face to her breasts, teasing and tempting each nipple into harder, silkier peaks, causing Maggie to moan softly into his mouth.

Those first moments were filled with discovery. Kisses burned across mouths as hands trailed over each and every body part. James cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her closer, then moved back to her hair, brushing it from her shoulder to kiss there, to nibble a little, causing her to gasp sweetly and him to grin.

Maggie’s hands traveled over his chest, plucking at his nipples with nimble fingers, scooting down to lick at each one, making James gasp, his hand holding her head there while she licked him, tasting him, pleasing him. Her hand trailed down between his legs, grasping his swollen cock, rubbing over the satin tip, now sticky with precum.

“No, Maggie … please. It’s been so long, I won’t last … please.” James said, his hips bucking and then moving so he could position himself next to her. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you cum for me first.” With that, his mouth was on hers and his hand was between her thighs, stroking and caressing the soft folds and hard little bud. She was silky smooth and so very wet. James slid one finger inside and was surprised to find it incredibly tight. “Maggie, you never told me you were this tight.” He whispered to her before his mouth overcame hers again. Beneath him, she was moaning, purring, sighing, with her hips bucking in time to his strokes over her clit and into her drenched little box.

Maggie gave herself to him, moaning loudly, crying out his name as his tongue lashed over her nipples and his fingers coaxed her release. She rode the wave, clutching at him, and allowed herself to drown in each beautiful pulse as she came, collapsing in his arms as her body spasmed around his long fingers.

A moment passed, the only sound in the room their breathing as James held her close. He kissed her temple, her cheek, and then took her mouth again as he slid his hand from her sticky wet folds. She whimpered at the loss of his touch from her sensitive flesh, but she cradled his face in her hands as they kissed slowly.

James shifted his body and Maggie could feel his cock hard against her thigh. She wanted him inside of her, wanted to be part of him, to make him feel what she had just felt. She opened her thighs, allowing him full access to her body. “Yes.” He whispered and then plunged into her slick depths. She was wrapped around him tightly, so tight he could barely move. She was slick and soft and melting around him, crying out beneath him, her body shuddering as he pulled back slightly and bore himself deeper. His own breath caught as his cock stretched her folds open further and he nestled in, wanting to feel every inch buried in her soft warmth.

Maggie moaned and clutched at James as he settled himself inside of her and claimed her body at last. The tender violence of the moment was surprising to both of them. James knew he wouldn’t last long as it had been six months since he’d bedded a woman. Maggie’s tight little pussy was not going to let his cock forget that. Yet, he tried to keep from cumming too soon.

Maggie could feel him holding back but she wanted him to let go, to take her completely and leave her body limp and unable to take any more. It had been too long for both of them, the months of teasing and flirting had been enough foreplay for now. She needed him to take her. To ravish her body in a way only he could.

“Please, James …” she whispered urgently, her legs wrapped around his hips, her lips against his ear.

“No …. No, Maggie.” He grunted, knowing what she wanted, and refusing to give it to her. “It’s ukraynalı escort been too long. You feel too good.” He was unable to stop it, though, and he began to thrust faster, his own climax building, losing himself in the slick heat of her body.

Maggie’s fingers climbed their way up his spine, over his ribs, and to his nipples. As she plucked at them deftly, James felt his cock begin to twitch, his release closer than he ever could have expected. Beneath him, Maggie whimpered and squirmed as her second release built and overtook her. He was lost forever in the sight of her open to him, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. James allowed his own climax then, each jet of liquid from his body coating the inside of her, marking her body, finishing what had been started back in the fall.

James collapsed on top of her, his breath coming hard as his cock twitched the last of his pleasure. Damn, but she felt good beneath him. So soft, so sexy, the moment so erotic he could barely believe it was true. James then rolled off her carefully and tucked the covers around them.

Maggie snuggled against him, her fingers twined in his. It had been amazing to give herself so completely to the moment, to this man. She sighed in contentment and wondered if anyone else realized how much better sex was when it was with another person.

James kissed the top of Maggie’s head and held her close. Words seemed useless for the moment and, besides, he wasn’t sure what he would say. He had just bedded a woman who wasn’t his wife. Oddly, he didn’t feel guilt. What he felt was relaxed. Fucking Maggie had been an absolute comfort. He’d wanted her since he’d set eyes on her that day she’d arrived as his student. Back then it had been strictly his dick making the decision. He’d kept professional, though, until she’d graduated and left the school. It wasn’t until she’d contacted him for a letter of recommendation that they had started playfully e-mail flirting which had, in time, turned into more intimate conversations.

James felt his cock begin to stiffen as Maggie turned her body and pressed her full, soft tits to his chest. He bit back a chuckle. He’d been a very young man the last time he’d been ready again so fast. And then Maggie’s hand was curling around him and his breath caught as she caressed his shaft, bringing his erection back stronger than before. James swore softly, his head back on the pillows as Maggie stroked his cock up and down.

“I know what you want, James.” She said, her voice husky and soft. “And sometimes a man needs to take what he wants.”

“Oh, Maggie …” James sighed, his voice breaking as he gave himself over to her caress. It had been too long since a woman touched him like this.

“James …” Maggie began, leaning forward and kissing him, her nipples brushing over the crisp hair of his chest. She kissed along his jaw, down his neck, and then her mouth was on his nipple, her tongue coaxing it as his tongue had coaxed hers before. Her hand continued its easy stroking and James thought he would burst right there.

“I don’t think either of us is quite finished yet.” Maggie looked at him then; her eyes filled with lust, her hair a tangled tumble around her shoulders. That was all it took for him to roll her onto her belly and place himself behind her.

He caressed the milky white curve of her ass cheek and grabbed her hips, spreading her legs apart slightly. With one thrust, he was inside of her, deeper than he’d been before. The thrust caused Maggie’s knees to buckle and she fell to the bed, but James pulled her up by her hips and began to thrust into her deeply.

He wasn’t sure what changed in that moment, but he found he couldn’t control his body from that point on. She was wrapped tighter around him this way, and she could barely move. He felt her melting around him, growing wetter with each stroke of his thickened cock. His hands were in her hair and he fucked her roughly, taking her body in such a way that she would surely be sore after.

James felt her release then, the way her walls contracted, heard her whimpers against the mattress as she gave herself over to him. Somewhere above the lustful fog that surrounded his mind he held on to his control until her orgasm began to subside. Her response to him this way only quickened the push over the edge for James. He came then, longer bursts of fluid filling Maggie’s folds, seeping out as James continued to thrust. He held her hips tightly, and as his own body quieted, he realized his hunger for her body wasn’t satisfied in the least. He would require more and she would feed him willingly.

James eased himself from Maggie’s body and as she crawled into bed, he curled his body around her. She started to say something, but James quieted her, brushed her hair from her face, and kissed her gently. “Let’s get some rest, now, okay? We aren’t finished by a long shot and we need our strength.”

Maggie smiled up at him and accepted the kiss he offered. “Good idea.”

With that, the pair drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

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

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

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

*

Friday

She was checking out.

I was checking in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All men are obvious, and totally transparent.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, fiver in Accessorize!”

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

“Day or night?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wine and song.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s open,” I called.

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

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

“It’s much smaller than mine though.”

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

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

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

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

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

“The French do have their priorities you know!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll remember that,” I laughed.

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

**

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

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

Prior Stories:

“My Experience with an 11-Inch Cock”

*

About Me:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See ya in the next writing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thankfully Diane was not one of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She replied, “No. I’m not too fussy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She replied, “Nicely trimmed, blonde bush.”

“Blonde?” I said

“Yep.” She replied.

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

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

“Nice. Send me a pic.” She said.

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

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

“Fuck, your full on hard!” She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I put the ice bucket down.

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

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

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

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

“Hell yes!” I say enthusiastically.

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

She gets on the bed and lays down.

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

I climb on top of her, kissing her passionately.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, it did.” She replied.

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

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

“Let me suck that thing.” She demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk.” She yelled.

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

She kept saying “Fuck me. Fuck Me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glanced over at the clock.

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

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

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

We both dressed and got ready to go eat.

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

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

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

Ding. The elevator has arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come sit over here.” She said.

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

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

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

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

She was getting very turned on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grab my hair.” She said. “Pull it!”

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

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

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

“Pull my hair harder!” She said.

“Uhhhh…uhhh…oh yea…oh fuck…fuck me!”

“I’m going to cum!” I said.

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

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

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

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

“So fucking good.” She moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I climbed back into bed and kissed her gently.

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

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

I kissed her cheek.

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

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

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

“That feels really good.” She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes”

“Are istanbul eskort bayan you married?”

“Yes”

“How long?”

“30 years”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’d be back very, very soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God was I in heaven!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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