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It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the swinging doors. Even though its 1:00am, the weather is fantastic, still very warm. We walk the short block to the BART station and get on the escalator. I stand two stairs below you, so we can kiss all the way down to the bottom. I run my hands up your short, leather skirt, pull you close and nibble on your ear. We get to the bottom and walk over to the ticket machine. As I am putting the bills in to the machine, you reach around my waist from behind and start to grab me through my pants. It feels so good; I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. I finish getting the tickets and we head for the turn styles, go through them and take the stairs down, hand in hand.

As we get halfway down, I see the train waiting for us; we run down the stairs and jump through the doors, just as they slide together. It is the last car on of the train, and there is not another person here. We walk the length of the car and you sit down in the first booth, facing away from the door. I look through the glass doors, into the next car, and that one too, is empty. I guess there are not a lot of people on BART at 1:30 in the morning.

I slide into the seat beside you and put my arm around your shoulder and move as close to you as I can. You lean over and start to nibble on my right ear, and it sends shivers through out my body. Your right hand finds its way to my crotch, and you start to massage my cock through my jeans.

I move your hand away and say, “Not now, we can fool around when we get home.”

You say “NO, I want you here, right now,” and start to unzip my pants.

You let out a cute little gasp when you notice I don’t have any underwear on and take hold of my cock. My breathing gets more rapid, as you take my cock out and start to play with it. You tell me you want to suck my cock, and I say “no, what if someone comes in?”

You say, “No one will come in, and it’s at least 10 minutes until we reach the next station.”

Your eyes catch mine and you start to jerk me faster, as you whisper, “I want to taste you NOW.”

I lean back and close my eyes, as your mouth slowly descends over my hard on. I try and concentrate on your talented tongue, and listen to see if anyone is going to surprise us, by coming through the door from the next car. My hand moves between your legs, and you spread your legs wide for me, as you slowly go up and down on my hard cock. I start to move my fingers around on the outside of your panties. I can feel how damp they are, and start to press my fingers in to your wet pussy through the silky material. As I zero in on your hard clit, you let my cock out of your mouth look up at me, and give me a long passionate Osmanbey travesti kiss. Your hand takes over and you start to massage my balls and tell me how you can’t wait to lick them and roll them around on your tongue. I take my hand away from your hot pussy, so I can lick my fingers and taste your sweet essence. As I move my hand towards my mouth you stop me and guide the fingers in to your mouth instead. After you suck all your juices off you tell me, you want me to taste something else. At that point you reach under your skirt, lift your ass of the seat, and pull your panties down over your legs and take them off. You bring the panties to my mouth and let me lick and smell them, they are so wet. It’s like you already came.

My hand dives back into your pussy, and I spread your lips wide, as I start to rub your clit, hard, this time there is no material to get in the way. You are so wet, my finger slide all the way in you. After a minute of playing with your hot pussy, you say, “I need you in me, NOW.”

I return, “No, we will be pulling in to the station any second.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” comes out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

You stand up slide and your left leg over mine, so your back is to me. You take my dick in your hand, spread your lips, put my cock just inside you and slam your body down on to mine. I reach around and under your sweater taking both tits in my hands as I start to pull and play with your nipples, while you bounce up and down on my cock. I am so excited at the whole situation that any second now, I am going to explode and shoot my cum deep in to your pussy. I let go of your tits and grab your waist and star to pull you down hard on me. I moan to you that I am going to cum any second and you start to move faster, the feeling, nothing like I ever felt before. I feel the cum starting to move around deep inside my balls and hope I don’t pass out with pleasure, after I fill you with my white, hot cum. All of a sudden we hear the whistle blowing, and the train starts to slow down. I open my eyes and look through the window just as the platform comes in to view. Any second now anyone standing on the platform will be able to see us.

You swear under your breath as you get off my cock and stand up in the isle, trying to get that freshly fucked look off your face. I shove my dick back in my jeans and zip them up just as the train comes to a complete stop. I pick up your wet panties and put them in my pocket and we walk out the car door.

We walk up the stairs to exit the station and I whisper to you, “I can’t wait to get home to finish off what we had started,”

You breathlessly answer, “Hell, I’m not waiting 20 minutes for you to fuck me some more.”

We exit the station and start to walk through the parking lot to my car.

I say, “Well, my love, you Ayrancı travesti will have to wait until we get home, because there is not enough room to fool around in my car.”

Laughingly you counter, “I know that, but there is plenty of room on the hood of your car to get things done!”

We are almost at the car, and the lights start to go out. It’s late and there are very few cars still in the lot. Mine is at the far end, with nobody or anything nearby. You get to the car a few steps before me and jump up and sit on the hood beckoning me to you. I move up to you as you spread your legs and invite me in. We start to make out, our tongues struggling for the right to dive into the others mouth. I lean in to you and feel your breasts mashed against my chest, as my hands grab you by the ass and pull your entire body to me. I take my left hand off your ass and slide it under your sweater and start to play with your right breast, pulling on your always hard nipple. Our lips separate and your tongue slides down my neck and you start to bite and nibble on my throat. Even though the night is still warm, your tongue sends a chill through my body.

You feel my still hard cock, poking you in the crotch and say, “You are at just the right height to fuck me, so get to it.”

We start to kiss some more as I reach down and start to undo my pants. Your hands move down to your pussy and you start to play with yourself, getting it ready for me. You take my throbbing dick in your hand and aim it at your cunt, I do the rest as I ram it balls deep in to you with one thrust. You gasp out loud and fall back on the hood. I take you by your ass and pull you all the way on to me, us I move in to a slow rhythm as I bury my cock in to you as far as I can, and pull it all the way back out, then use my cock head to split your lips and ram it deep again. You pulled your sweater up over your tits so I could see you massaging your them, pulling on your thimble sized, rock hard nipples, pulling on them one-second, and pushing them deep in to your flesh the next. It takes me a split second to thrust my cock all the way into you, and five seconds to slowly pull it all the way out. You are so wet, that it slides with ease both ways.

After a few minutes of this slow sexual torture, I can tell its time for me to cum, my breathing gets deeper and I can no longer pull out of you slowly. Now, my cock is coming out as fast as its going in, you notice the difference and start to pull on your nipple with one hand, and start to finger your clit with the other. You are moaning and gasping for air, like I am, ready to cum in any second.

I look down at my cock banging into you, and it’s a blur of motion, in and out in and out. I am seconds away from cumming. You let go of your heaving breast, take your hand off your clit and as you are pushing me away. You Cebeci travesti tell me you want to cum while getting fucked from behind. You hop of the car, turn around and bend over the hood of the car and wiggle your awesome ass in my face mashing your tits on the hood of the car. I know that if I enter you now, I will cum in a second and not give you the pleasure you deserve. I get on my knees between your legs and start to suck on your pussy, my tongue on your clit and my nose buried in you. You are so wet; the sweet juice is flowing into my mouth. I bury my tongue inside you as far as I can, and slip two fingers inside you as well.

My fingers find your clit and your whole body shakes as you moan out, ” Yeeeesssss!!!!” in pleasure.

You start to move your ass down on to me as I lean in to you, my mouth still buried in your cunt. My cock is now ready to finish what we started. I get off my knees and give each of your ass checks a quick bite as I stand up. My still hard as a rock cock, is ready to enter your steamy, wet cunt. I take my dick in my hand, give it a few strokes to get it ready, spread your pussy lips wide open, move close to you and slide it in. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach out and try to grab on to the hood of the car as my cock slides in and out of your wet pussy. I get in to a nice slow rhythm, as I thrust in to you over and over, all the way in, almost all the way out. You do your best to move your ass back against me. You have no leverage so you stop moving and let me do all the work. I lean over you and start to slide my hands under your sweater, and grab your tits. I can’t get much of a hold on them, but I can reach your nipples and try my best to flick them around. That feeling is returning to my balls and I can tell it’s not going to be long now before I cum.

I take my right hand out from under you, move your hair from your ear and whisper, “You are so fucking hot, I will remember this night as long as I live.”

My thrusting starts to get faster. The faster and deeper I fuck you, the louder your moans get. You beg, “Fill me with your cum, explode inside me!!!”

I say, “Yessssss, yesssssss, any second now you will get your wish.”

My right hand, slides between your legs and finds your clit. I start to rub it with my index finger, while my body shoves my cock deep inside you. Your clit is so hard; you are seconds away from cumming. I feel your cunt muscles tighten on my cock as you begin to cum. This sends me over the edge and as you explode with pleasure, so do I. Your upper body arches back as wave after wave of ecstasy, rumbles through you like an earthquake, and spurt after spurt of cum, shooting out through my dick, goes deep inside of you. My body collapses on top of yours and my knees go weak. I use what little energy I have left to keep us from sliding off the car hood and down on to the ground.

Whispering into your ear, “That was the most exciting encounter of my life.”

Turning your head and looking in to my eyes you breathlessly say, “Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Many thanks to Angel Love, for editing, my first submission.

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I arrive at your door in my new car. It’s the BMW I always said I wanted. Complete with leather trim and all the toys. I tell you to put on your short PVC coat and your black boots as we are going for a ride.

“Anything else?” you ask.

“Nope.” I reply. 5 mins later we are off for a ride. I make for the forest, it’s a hot day so I figure shade will be of help. I pull off the main road onto a side track that leads to a small clearing and pull up. I switch off the engine and I turn to you and smile. My hand goes straight up inside your coat, no preliminaries, straight for your pussy lips. There are no clothes there at all. You are completely naked under your coat.

“Good.” I say, as see your nipples start to harden under your coat.

“What are we doing here?” you ask.

“I’m fulfilling a fantasy, I am going to fuck you over the bonnet of the car in your coat. You get to christen the car. Do you like the idea?”

You nod as you get out of the car like a cougar.

You look over your shoulder and crook your fnger at me. As I come to you, you lean against the side of the car, crook your head slightly to one side and bend one knee so that you’re balancing that leg slightly, on the toe. You put a finger to my lips to indicate we should say nothing. The forest is completely still and silent. Not even the sound of birds tweeting. You put your arms around my waist and pull me toward you but I resist, deliberately provoking you. I step back slightly and watch as you stroke yourself through the mac, running your hands over the mac letting the seductive sound of the swish of your PVC mac excite us. You cup your breasts provocatively and pull the mac tight against you so that you can play with your own erect nipple, which is now clearly visible through the fabric. I keep my eyes fixed on you as you do it. As I start to stroke my cock my erection is already trying to burst out of my pants so I start undressing. You take the opportunity to walk away from the car for a few paces. You turn around and stand still. By now I am completely naked and you look down to see I am already masturbating myself. My cock is rigid. A shiver of excitement runs straight through me. Neither of us moves as you undo your belt and open the mac wide. I look at your near naked body, the entire length of your legs clad in black patent thigh high leather boots I love you to wear for me. You take a couple of paces toward me, very slowly, giving me time to notice the tops of your boots are pressing into the outer lips of your labia. The look on your face as you take each step closer back to me says it all. Every slight movement is stimulating me more and more as the tops of your thigh boots rub against your pussy lips. You continue your agonisingly slow pace back to yme but you know I am enjoying it from the speed at which I am now masturbating my swollen cock – the object of desire. By the time you reach me I’ve already seen that your pussy is drenched. You gently pull my hand away from my cock and together with the other one, bring them round behind my back and tie them with the belt from your mac. You speak for the first time since you got out the car.

“I know what you want to do to me, but first I am going to do you. I am going to attend to your cock by stroking it, caressing it and adoring it. You brought me here to fuck me in my mac and boots. And I just know you will. Well I’m here to suck your cock as well. And I’m going to suck it and swallow it like you’ve never been sucked before…..” And without another word you slowly glide down my body, your fingernails digging into me deeply as you finally take my throbbing cock into your eager mouth.

Your lips gently take the tip between them, your tongue gently licking the exposed helmet that is coated with pre-cum. Slowly you slide the length of my cock between your lips, my hands are tied so I can’t hold your head, but you have everything under control. You allow your teeth to gently graze the skin of my cock as your mouth slides further and further down the shaft, your tongue gently lubricating it from underneath. You don’t take the whole length, but stop and start to bob up and down on my throbbing manhood, slurping and gurgling as it slides into that wonderful oral cavity of yours and it twitches from the pleasure it is so graciously, lovingly given. Your head starts to bob up and down in a steady rhythm as you graze my ball sac with your elegantly manicured nails on one hand, the other tracing delicate scratches up and down my thighs. I am in sensation paradise, and you know it. Your head slides all the way down my cock, gently, and it hits the back of your throat but you don’t Şişli travesti gag, instead you swallow him.

So, with my ball sac in one hand as you start to play with my erection and I’m filled with excitement as you suck deeply on my cock, knowing you’re naked except for my favourite thigh high boots and PVC mac which arouse us so much. You take me slowly at first, savouring the full length of my shaft in your mouth and knowing how much I like to be able to thrust your cock down my throat. I start to fuck your mouth, withdrawing my eager shaft and then thrusting it back into you, repeating it again and again, time after time, thrusting harder each time, down your throat, as you alternate between stroking my balls and my shaft. With each plunge of my cock into your mouth it swells with my hardness, as it throbs with excitement within you. You push hard against me to take the full length with each thrust. You keep sucking hard and you and get into a rhythm. With each thrust my cock disappears and I become ever more excited and aroused as you release it from my mouth after each stroke. My hands are either side of your head, as the belt has slipped off my wrists, holding you, forcing you, to fellate me. In the silence of the forest I can hear my loud moans as I enjoy the sensation of repeatedly thrusting my cock down your throat. I thrust out my hips, pressing hard into you to ensure you are taking every last bit of my cock fully into your throat.

As I feel my cock go down your throat each time, penetrating you, you grab my butt and pull me to you. A sign of your own willingness to submit to my oral fucking, I then withdraw and you lick your cock head with my lips before I do it all over again, plunging my throbbing shaft back down your throat, again and again. My whole body is quivering. I am filling your mouth. I am fucking your mouth. I am taking and using you like a whore and a slut. Your oral skills, always a delight for me, are once again giving me sheer unadulterated bliss. My cock disappears into your mouth and you slide all the way down and it goes into your throat with ease. You look up at me and try to smile which can’t be easy with a mouthful of manhood that is delighted to fellated by someone who cares about the skill. But you convey the smile nonetheless. I feel your tongue slide out of your mouth and the tip flicks my ball sac that you are gently scratching with your nails. I have no composure left, I am putty, a toy in your hands and you continue to suck. It is obvious that my cock is going nowhere until I flood your throat and mouth with the cum that is building up. But you want to keep sucking, not to rush things and you let my cock slide out of your throat and into your mouth.

“I want you to remember today.” you tell me, “I have blown you off loads of times, but you are fulfilling two fantasies, mine and yours. This is one blowjob you are never, ever going to forget.”

You put the tip against your lips and kiss it like you would fondly kiss a baby. Your tongue once again snakes out of your mouth and licks the tip. You then proceed to lick down from the tip to the root and gently suckle my ball sac. You then start to lick back up the other way. You continue to lick my pulsating shaft knowing that it is helping to build up the cum inside but I won’t ejaculate until it is inside you or you masturbate me. You are not interested in masturbation but your hand does gently slide along the shaft, caressing, stroking, then you start to use your nails on each hand going in opposite directions on my cock top to bottom, bottom to top, gently scraping them along the sensitive, twitching gland. All the while you are gently sucking the helmet, and licking the tip. You know exactly what you are doing; it is if you have been planning it for months. You are now smiling, that lustful, wanton smile of yours. You know that I am completely at your mercy.

As you look deep into my eyes and continue your odyssey around, on and down my throbbing cock I can feel you becoming more and more aroused. You suck and lick, and lick and suck using your tongue on my cock head the way you know I like it. But then I pull you up and take you in my arms. We kiss deeply and passionately. In your heightened state of arousal you reach down and take my cock eagerly in your hand. Just when you think that you are about to get my cock into your pussy I spank you hard, but with a smile on my face. I wag a finger at you and lead you round to the passenger side of the car and then turn you around away from me. You very willingly spread your legs and lean over the bonnet of the car hoping to be finally pleasured.

I Taksim travesti am in a state of total arousal as I lift your coat hem up and throw it over your waist. I notice that the tops of your legs are glistening, as are your boots from your arousal. I place my rampant hard cock against your pussy lips and you instinctively thrust back towards me impaling yourself on my engorged manhood. You scream with lust as my cock goes in deep, and your pussy is pressed against my pubic bone. I feel your muscles contract against my offering to you and you thrust and thrust against me in an abandoned frenzy. You don’t care where you are, or who is there, you just want to cum. And you do. It starts by you uttering groans of pleasure, begging my to fuck you, to use you, treat you like a whore. But I don’t need to do anything; just being stood there behind you filling your fuck hole is enough. I put my hands on your PVC clad tits and start to fondle them gently at first, then increasing the attention, squeezing harder, your bullet hard nipples threatening to burst through the material.

I man handle you more roughly, but not to rough, just enough to send you off on your first orgasm, that has taken a while in coming. You let out a wanton lustful cry of release as I whisper in your ear;

“Cum for me, show me you are a real slut, soak my cock, before I eat you out. Be the whore we want you to be.” You can take no more. You throw yourself across the bonnet of the car in reckless abandon totally consumed by your lust as your pussy floods my cock, as it can’t dam the flow and I feel my legs and the tops of your boots soaking.

I withdraw my cock from you and you groan. I place a finger on your lips and take you by the hand, lead you round to the front of the car and lift you effortlessly onto the bonnet, your thigh booted legs dangling in front of the radiator. I retrieve your mac belt, which had fallen onto the floor, and place it around your waist, pulling your mac together tightly again. I crouch down and start to lick the tops of your legs and boots, savouring the flavours of you, your cum and the leather on my tongue. You throw your legs over my shoulders and I feel your heels grazing my shoulder blades as I start to gently lap your labia. I feel your hands on the back of my head pulling me closer to you, urging me to go deeper with my tongue. But I take your hands off, spank you as best as I can, which isn’t easy, wag my finger at you and spank you again, all the while lapping away.

I take hold of your wrists and place your hands on your tits and re-focus on licking you. My hands stroke your booted legs and I squeeze your calves as I start to gently suck your clit. I know that the feeling of the leather on your legs and my sucking your clit will have the desired effect. You thrust your pelvis into my face screaming obscenities about using you as a fucking whore, that you are my slut and that my cock was going to get seen to by my slut. I take one of hands off a leg and place two fingers inside your vagina walls as I continue to suck. As my fingers massaged you internally and my tongue lavished loving caresses on your labia and clit you explode. You flood my face with your cum, soaking me as I try to lap up the deluge that is coming from you, all the while you continue to scream,

“Don’t stop, oh fuck, don’t stop, this is fuuucking wonderfuuuuuuuuuuul, araaaaaaaaagh, suck me use me I AM YOUR CUM SLUT WHORE TAKE ME.” You continue to cum as my fingers increase their intensity and I continue to lick you. You are writhing in ecstasy on the bonnet your heels digging into my shoulder blades, but I hardly notice as I delve into your honey pot of pleasure. You start to subside and I remove my fingers gently, still licking your labia and the tops of your legs. You sit up unsteadily as I pull away from your pussy. You pull me towards you and kiss me with a ferocity I have never experienced before. It had it all, savagery, lustful, wanton, passion; your tongue licking, exploring the whole inside of my mouth, your hands behind my head pulling me towards you harder, deeper. You slide to the edge of the bonnet and your pouting pussy lips caress my cock tip unwittingly so I thrust without any second thought to you as my passion and desire is high. You start to lick my face, savouring the flavour of your own juices that are soaking my lips and chin. Your thigh booted legs wrap around me and I once again lift you off the bonnet and I walk around to the other side of the car wearing you like a mascot on my manhood. I put you on the bonnet again without withdrawing from your velvet lined warm wet pussy. I am buried right Gümüşsuyu travesti up to the hilt in it. I am experiencing sheer bliss; there is no other way to describe it. Then you clamp down tight with your vagina muscles on my throbbing manhood and you masturbate me by flexing your pussy on him. What an experience. I can feel my orgasm building, but I want to give you one more on the bonnet, well it is my fantasy as well.

“I did you from behind on one side, licked you at the front now I want to fuck you on the final side”. I whispered in your ear. “So relax and let me fuck you.” So your pussy relaxed and I start to thrust. I place my hands on your PVC mac over your tits and start to squeeze them again. The sound of the material being rubbed and the feeling of the real satin lining mean that you have no willpower to resist my thrusting engorged cock delving your innermost secret areas. You come to orgasm again, quickly, but without the intensity of the last one, but the look of lust in your eyes tells me that it is not the end. With you still impaled by me and your thigh highs rubbing my hips I lift you off the bonnet once again and carry you into the back of the car. I lie you down on the back seat and withdraw my cock. You pout. I whisper in your ear

“I am going to lick you again.” Your pout is suddenly replaced with a smile.

“OK” you say, “but I want your cock in my mouth.” A ladies wish is my command.

I place my head between those beautiful boot covered legs of yours. Sometimes it’s a shame that your legs aren’t on sight, but with pussy high boots covering them that is a more than acceptable substitute. I start to lick your legs and boots again savouring the smell, the taste. I straddle your face and as I lower myself towards your mouth, you take hold of my throbbing, soaking cock. You caress it gently, lovingly with your fingers, sliding them up and down the length as if to feel and familiarise yourself with every inch. You pull it gently towards you encouraging me to enter your willing, wanton mouth. No words are spoken none are needed. Your lips come into contact with the tip, glistening with your sex juices and my precum. You kiss it gently, affectionately, and the tip of your tongue licks the end of my cock.

You say to me,

“I want you to fuck my throat. Not my mouth, my throat. Be as rough as you like. I want to show you true pleasure.” My cock slides into your mouth, you position yourself to accommodate all of it and I feel it enter your throat, no obstacles, straight in and still it slides until I feel my balls hit your top lip. Your lips clamp tight on my length, your tongue licking as best as it can. I start to thrust against your face and your arms fly round my back and pull me in, urging me to ravage your throat. I start to hump your throat, I don’t want to do any damage but you are still pulling me in and encouraging me with your gurgling and humming on my cock. I thrust like I was screwing your pussy. I can’t believe the sensations I am experiencing, so much so I can’t concentrate on your pussy. You pull more on me urging me to flood your throat and I am building up to climax and you can feel it. Your lips tighten around my shaft, your teeth gently grazing the length as I thrust towards ultimate relief. You know I am cumming and you grip tighter with your arms around me ensuring I don’t withdraw. That was all I could take. I start to shoot my first load and the feeling as I lubricated your larynx was so intense that I just shoot load after load, I have never cum so much in my life but you still kept me inside your throat; your arms clamped around me. As I was starting to shoot my load your hips started twitching and your thighs clamped tight as you experienced another orgasm of your own. You must have been choking, but your arms would not let me withdraw, you were determined that I should experience the ultimate sexual gift that a woman can give a man, and that I was going to experience with you. Your arms wrapped tight around me, your pelvis thrashing about the seat, until you were satisfied that you had completely sated me and I had no more to give. As I slowly came down from my high and my cock deflated, I eased up and my cock came out of your mouth with a pop as you kept your lips as tight as you could until you had sucked every last ounce of juice off it.

I just didn’t know what to say. I was utterly speechless. You looked at me and said;

“I have wanted to do that with you for ages, but I wanted it to be right. And I think that today it was. Now, because I now want to fellate you slowly, lovingly, and for the rest of the night, and I need to be more comfortable for that, take me to my bedroom please.”

As we drive home I say

“Er, hon,”

“Mmm,” you reply.

“This car, it’s only the demo, I pick my new one up next week so that’s the one that will need christening.”

“Eeeeeeeeeek”, is all you can say.

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A woman and her friends decided that they were going to have a night out. They headed to the local bar and knocked back a few drinks. Once feeling the warm and fuzzy comfort of a good buzz starting they decided to head out for some fresh air. While out side they noticed that across the street was a tattoo shop. It didn’t look to shabby, clean and even friendly. Suddenly and idea popped into her head, she wanted a tattoo! She turned to her friends with a huge grin on her face.

“Hey, who wants to get a tattoo with me?” She asked.

Her friends looked at her with a shocked look on their faces.

“Are you kidding? Why do you all of the sudden want a tattoo?” One of her friends asked.

“I have always wanted one, it sounds fun and kind of sexy.”

All of her friends just looked at her and decided she had enough to drink for the night as they went back in the bar. She stayed out side wanting more air and trying to get the guts up to go across the street. Just as she was about to go back into the bar she notice that a man walked out of the tattoo shop. He had jet black hair, tattoo’s all over his arms, she couldn’t see them well but could tell they went up over his shoulder’s. He had on tight black jeans and a black wife beater. He looked dangerous, but not to dangerous. He waved her to come over but she wasn’t sure if he really meant her or someone else. She looked around her but no one else was out side of the bar. Taking in a deep breath she walked across the street.

Once she was there standing in front of him he smiled. She smiled back not sure what to say.

“Did you want to some in for a tattoo?” He asked her with a grin.

“I was thinking about it, but my friends have ditched me.”

She wasn’t sure if he should know that or not noticing there was no one else in the shop, meaning if she did go in they would be alone. He smiled back at her and walked back into the shop. It was when he turned away from Halkalı travesti her that she notice how good his ass looked in the jeans he had on. It made her want to follow him just so she could see him in a better light and talk to him more. She followed him and noticed all the pictures lining the walls showing all the different options for tattoos.

He asked her

“Did you have something already in mind, or did you want to look around?”

She looked around some and found a small scull and cross bones with a pink bow on it’s head, pointing to it she told him

“I like that one, I think it fits with my personality.”

Once he found the stencil for it he led her to the back area where it was closed off and no one from the front of the shop could see in. He had her sit down in the chair that was reclined back some so she would be comfortable. He went back into the front of the shop again for a moment and she thought she heard him lock the front door but wasn’t sure.

When he came back he asked her where she wanted the tattoo. She hadn’t thought about that. Looking at her body and trying to think of where she wanted to put it he busied himself with getting things ready. She noticed the way his muscles moved as he put thing together and got out the colors her would need. She started feeling warm, she couldn’t sit still. He was very good looking, strong arms and big hands, she had also noticed that he had his tongue pierced. That really had her mind going. When he turned back around she had a rush of warmth come over her body and she felt very warm, and suddenly very wet. He smiled at her and asked again if she knew where she wanted her new tattoo.

She smiled back

“I was thinking my right hip, kind of in front.”

All he did was smile and nod. She got out of the chair and took off her jeans. She climbed back up into the chair in only her top and her black thong. He raised it enough for Levent travesti him to sit in the chair and work on the spot she picked. He prepped the spot she showed him and placed the out line of the tattoo on her skin. At first his hands felt cold due to the surgical gloves he had to wear. Then after a moment they warmed up. She took a deep breath as he turned on the tattoo needle. The sound made her jump for a second, but when his hand touched her again she was still. She closed her eyes and as he began working she could feel little shocks going through her. They all seamed to run down her legs and end back up at her pussy. She was getting wet and was having a hard time keeping her mind off of what he was doing and how it was making her feel. Her mind started wondering and she started thinking about his free hand moving up her thigh and pulling her legs apart.

She thought she felt him move his hand, when she looked back down to where he was working he smiled back up at her and she did notice that his hand had moved a little lower on her thigh. Closing her eyes again she could see it in her mind. Her laying in the chair her legs spread and he was moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She could feel his fingers moving over the wet lips of her pussy and starting to rub her clit. With out knowing it she let a small moan escape and shifted her hips some trying to feel his fingers. She heard him clear his throat and her eyes popped open, he was done with the tattoo already. She wondered if she should get up or not. He placed a bandage over the tattoo but when she started to move to get up he placed a hand on her flat stomach holding her still.

She could see he was turned on and hard. His eyes were dark and it made her shiver. He moved to the foot of the chair she was in and he pushed a lever with his foot and the legs on the chair spread open. She gasped when Şirinevler travesti the chair moved and locked into a new position. The chair raised up higher so all he had to do was move forward and he was there between her legs at the perfect height to fuck her. A smile came across his lips and he moved his hand up her legs to remove her panties. She lifted up so he could remove them from her. He then bent over and kissed her hip’s. He let his tongue trail down and started licking her pussy lips. He took his fingers and opened her for him to be able to taste her.

He licked at her clit in small circles with the tip of his tongue, then he flattened it and licked from her opening to her clit letting the small silver ball from his piercing catch her clit. Each time he did she felt a shock wave run up her spine.

He started licking at her faster, centering his attention on her clit. She was so close to coming, she ran her fingers into his hair holding him there in that one spot making sure he wouldn’t quit until she came. All it took was one more lick and she was moaning and jerking her hips. She relaxed her hand on his head and he stood up. Wiping his mouth he undid his pants and let them fall. Before she could even open her eyes to look at him he was inside her. She gasped as her eyes flew open looking at a devilish grin on his face. He would pull out and tease her clit with his cock. Each time he moved on her her leg’s twitched. Then he entered her, he pushed hard into her wanting to feel her around him. He grabbed her legs and had them draped over his arms as he gripped the arms of the chair and began fucking her, hard and she loved it. She could hear him slamming into her and it felt great. Never before had she felt such force from a man.

He was moving faster pushing into her harder, then she felt her self start to come again and he yelled and growled at the same time coming with her. But he didn’t stop there as she was coming down from her orgasm he started rubbing her clit with his thumb making her come again even harder.

When she opened her eyes again she looked into his eyes and smiled. She knew she was going to become a very big tattoo fan and this was going to be her only tattoo shop.

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To say I was having a great year was an understatement especially in the love/sex department. After that night I spent with Sommer and Brit things had taken a turn for the surreal. Brit and I were still going full tilt, fucking every chance we got with Sommer stopping by my place for either a solo session or showing up for some more three play with Brit and I. She joked with me as we showered after a particularly rigorous session that she had to take doubles of her pill after each time we fucked just to be sure she didn’t get pregnant.

My schedule at work was full too, lots of clients wanting my skills as a personal trainer. I had a full docket of forty to sixty somethings who wanted to either get back into the body of their twenties or just stay in shape. I never mixed business with pleasure, never once did I take any of my clients up on their offers and I don’t mean to brag but there were more than a few, but I’m a good man and I always politely deflected and turned things back to their diet plan or what workout they should have been doing.

Until last week that is.

I have been working at this gym for about six months now as a trainer but before I started I was a customer, it has the perfect gear to get your lift on and just enough eye candy to be interesting and enough military guys I could bro down and talk shit when I wanted to. To the point, several years ago, there was this cute little thing that worked the front desk. Hanna was her name. She was WAY too young for me then, not even legal and we all thought of her like a little sister and were pretty protective when the high school motards would hit on her, shooing more than one away with but a glance and the flex of a tattooed arm in their direction. Now before you think I’m all super creeper you can calm down, she graduated, and moved away to go to school to study this or that, criminal justice I think and I thought that was the last we would see of her.

Then I got a call on evening when neither of my ladies was at the house.

I was just sitting on my couch, watching Generation Kill for like the tenth time (love that show), when my cell rang and the number didn’t show up as known. Usually I don’t answer those but I did out of sheer boredom.

“This is Jon.”

“Hey there Marine, how’s it hangin?” A feminine voice said, full of energy but not one that I recognized. I instantly was worried. I had met and ‘known’ more than my share of hot coeds in my travels and on leave from this assignment or that and was worried one of the crazies had found my number and was about to hang a paternity suit around my neck, legit or otherwise.

“Who is this?” I asked, trying my best not to sound concerned.

“It’s Hanna silly. Remember me?” The voice said, a hint of a nervous giggle in her voice.

“Oh shit, hey you. What are you up to?” Instantly relaxing. She’d be what 20 now, into her second year of school or, given the date, done with it more like.

“Hey there sexy!” She said, obviously happy she hadn’t slipped from memory. “How is my favorite gym buddy?”

I regaled her with the general boredom and nonsense of life, not indicating at all that two of the best looking women I knew were regularly waxing my AR-15 if I can be a Jarhead for just a minute or two. She listened and laughed and was generally pleasant. She went on to tell me about how great college was and how much fun she was having, grades were good and this and that. I was glad to hear she was doing well but my brain stated to wonder what she was calling for. We had been friendly at the gym but as I said at the time she was under 18 and more of a sister than anything else, what did she need and how had she gotten my number.

“SO the reason I’m calling is that I am done for the semester and am back in town and need your help with something.” She sounded shy suddenly and that peaked my interest for some reason. My protective instinct kicked in and I began wondering whose ass she would ask me to kick.

“What can I do for my favorite gym rat?” I asked, hoping it was going to be help with a summer project or something that wouldn’t take too much of my time from any of my other endeavors.

“Well there is a bodybuilding show in 6 weeks, I have been working really hard all year and keeping my diet in line and I think I might have a shot to do the bikini competition, maybe even place. I was hoping you would train me” Hanna said with more confidence than I remembered out of her. At first I was silent for a few. The Hanna I remember from two years before was pretty cute, bout 5’4, strawberry blonde hair she usually kept in one big braid, a great big smile that just made you smile when you saw it. She was in pretty good shape, her youth at the time accounting for most of that and a pretty solid work ethic in the gym but not super model material. I had been to a couple of those shows, most of the girls were Vegas stripper material at the very least, plus they were catty and mean to the new girls as a rule; not something I really was sure that sweet little Cihangir travesti Hanna would do well in.

“You sure, that’s six weeks of hell with me in the beating your ass in the gym, plus eating even cleaner than you’re probably used to. Plus you know how those girls can be.” I said, I mean I’d do it, take her money if she insisted but I wanted her to be committed before we started down that road.

She was quiet for a few breaths before she spoke again.

“John, I’m not going to make this a career, I just want to see if all my hard work during the year has been worth it, plus with your help I’m sure I can do really well.”

“Well…” I started to talk when my phone buzzed, it was a pic via text from Hanna.

“There, I sent you a recent pic of me so you can see how much work you have to do. I gotta go, I’m supposed to meet my sister and her friends for coffee, let me know whenever and I’ll meet you at the gym, first thing in the morning if you want.”

The call ended and I opened the text and was shocked. The Hanna I knew had been replaced by a certified hottie. It was the typical bathroom selfie you see all the girls doing now days, her hair was shorter, just touching her shoulders. She was posing in a red bikini meant for the beach and she looked fantastic. Her arms and shoulders were defined but not too much, her core was almost perfect, lined but not quite as cut as say Brit was, you could see her abs but only a hint of them. Her legs were built like she had seen the squat rack a time or five and though I couldn’t see it real well in the one pic she sent, I could tell she had a nice squat ass being hugged tightly by her cute little red bikini. Her boobs were perfect, not to big not to small, just right.

Shit, I wouldn’t have to work too hard, she didn’t need much work in fact too much would make her too strong for the bikini category anyway. I texted her to meet me in the gym that next morning at 6 and she agreed. The work was about to start. So was something else.

I was sitting at the supplement bar going through a few work outs I had planned for the day when I heard the front door open and Hanna bounced in and ran up to me, cute little squeal leading the way as she jumped up at me and I had to catch her to keep her from falling o knocking me over.

“Hey there sexy.” She squeezed me tight and then, to my surprise kissed me quickly on the cheek. Her hair was hidden beneath a baseball cap and she smelled like cherry body wash. I could feel my cock stirring as I hugged her back and set her feet on the floor.

“Somebody is a morning person.” I said as I broke our embrace. She was wearing sweats and a sweatshirt from the college she went to, her bag full of this and that for the gym over her shoulder, her great big smile making me grin like a tard.

“I’m just excited to get started. I really think with your help I have a shot at this.” She bounced a bit excitedly. Her pretty blue eyes sparkling. She was just too fucking cute, but I could see that the innocence we had all loved and protected was gone for the most part, she was still her but you could tell she had seen a thing or two while she was at college.

“Well you won’t be too excited, we are gonna get started with legs.” She groaned and pouted, her lip stuck out in a mock pout, her eyes lowered. She moved past me to the ladies lockers and I felt her hand run over my back. There was something in that, more than just a friendly gesture, but I could have been wrong.

I set us up at the squat rack, I was gonna help her but she was gonna have to work for it.

“So go ahead and stretch out a bit on your own, I’ll start you off light but your feel it by the time we are done.”

“I don’t doubt it.” She said as she moved over to me, still in her bulky sweats and sweat shirt, her flirty smile told me there was an innuendo behind that which raised my eyebrows but I laughed too. She was just in her cute little socks as she reached down and pulled her sweat shirt up over her head and I felt a true surge of arousal. She was wearing a form fitting little red shirt, her breasts were standing out proudly under the tight fabric, and I could see just the hint of her nipples sitting tall on her chest. Dropping the garment at her feet she stretched her arms up over her head in a long languid manner, giving me just a hint of her slightly tanned and perfectly flat belly, a cute little stud at her perfect belly button before she dropped her arms, my ever horny brain suddenly wondered if she would break out in goosebumps if I ran my tongue over it on my way down.

She asked me something but my brain shut completely off as she slid her thumbs into the rolled waistband of her sweats and pushed them down over her butt and down her legs to the floor. Her legs were nearly flawless, just the hint of muscle, thick from work in the rack and they fit perfectly with her nicely rounded calves, what made me go full stupid internally was her ass. You know the app Yeah, She Squats, pretty much a perfect Fındıkzade travesti peach as they say, nice hump and worse yet it was encased in a pair of black volleyball shorts that seemed to hug her ass like I wanted too. I felt blood surge through my cock like a freight train and I nearly said aloud, “Damn look at that ass”

“Earth to John.”

I came out of my sexual state before getting too far into a fantasy that had her bent over my couch with all eight inches of me buried inside her while I held both of her arms out behind her and she cried out my name over and over. I must have been staring because she laughed again as she kicked the sweats over onto her sweatshirt and shook her hair out from under her hat.

“I thought you were gonna load up the bar?” She said with a cute little smile, leaving me feeling like an ape as I struggled to formulate an excuse for why I had just stripped her naked and fucked the shit out of her in my mind. Silence is golden so I simply shrugged and smiled before turning to the weights, she moved to help and flashed me an innocent smile that was anything but.

Over the next hour or two I proceeded to get my shit together as best I could as I put her through a killer leg workout. She really didn’t need much instruction, her form was pretty damn good and I have to say that watching her squat and deadlift was an exercise in control and professionalism I was not accustomed to. I mean I really can’t stress how amazing her ass was. Men would fight wars over this artful fleshy mound of muscle and yummy. I was more than willing to for even a crack at it.

While she did her cardio I made our protein and got her meal plan together, still watching her as the guilt set in. She was fucking hot, sweat from how hard she was working had matted her hair a bit and her shirt seemed to hug her even tighter, the cool of her sweat on her skin had caused her nipples to harden even more beneath her top, her shorts still clutched the globes of her tight but like they had been put on with a paint brush.

She stopped her machine and pulled off her head phones, nodded to me as she moved to the locker room, she was going to shower before we met and finished her training for the day.

To be a fly on that wall, watch her peel off her clothes and step into that hot shower, watch the water play on her heat flushed skin while she soaped up and relaxed. Like I said yummy.

I sat watching sports center until I felt her hand on the small of my back. I turned around and had to bite my lip once again. She had shoved herself into a pair of super tight denim shorts that were undone at the waist and folded down, her rainbow bikini bottoms just peeking out, the ties jumped up over her hips at her sides. She had put on a nearly see-through shirt that was just to cover her up, but her bikini top was visible enough to be a distraction.

“So how did I do?” She asked as she put down her bag and snatched up her protein shake, sipping on it as I went over my plan for working up to the show. I kept it together pretty well I think considering the view and how great she smelled fresh out of the shower. Once I was done I gave her all the info and she dropped another hug on me before she left, pulling me in close and pressing her ripe breasts into my chest, I had to consciously tell myself not to let my hands drop from her upper back and cradle her ass and give it a good and healthy squeeze. She surprised me by giving me a quick peck on the cheek before she bounced out the door again.

It basically went like that for over the weeks up until the show. Every morning we would meet and work different areas of her already amazingly built body, hardening them to a stone like feel with rep after sweaty rep and a well-honed and perfectly practiced diet plan that brought us to the week before the show when she came in for posing practice at which point I turned her over to one of my friends, a gal named Serena, who held her pro-card and would be able to give her more help than I could at the final stages. While they worked on poses in one of the back rooms, I was busying myself with this or that when I saw Brit breeze in the door, her bag over her shoulder from where ever she had been and a smile for me that would set any room ablaze. I had known and been fucking her long enough to know when she was super horny and I could feel it on her like waves of molten heat as she walked up and hugged me tight, kissing my neck gently which set my blood pumping to my cock and made me shy away, goosebumps all along my body from such a simple contact.

“So what’s this I hear you have a new protégé, word around the gym is that you have been helping some little hotness and she is throwing off signals like crazy? Dish.” Brit said, her smile widening as she sat me down at one of the counters, her hand on my leg as she waited for me to regale her with some sordid tale of my cock encased in some hot beauty; fuel for her fire so she could either turn it loose on me or Sommer or some other poor Fulya travesti sod who would be in for the fucking of a lifetime. A lot had changed since she had gone back to the single life.

“No story. You remember Hanna? She’s doing the show and wanted help getting ready and she asked me to give her a hand.” I said, my tone a bit defensive without it meaning to be. Brit pouted but it was a show. There was no jealousy like there had been when I had brought women home in the past before we had taken that final step and started fucking one another senseless on the regular.

“Little Hanna all grown up huh? Well no worries, but I am disappointed you didn’t have a story for me, but I have something I wanted to show you” Brit said, her eyebrows raised a bit, and I knew full well it was something naughty.

“Well I’ll be home here in a few hours after I’m done with Hanna.” I began to say when she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat.

“I wanna show you now.” She said in low husky tones that told me certainly she was going to get something out of me whether I wanted it or not, yeah like that was a hard sell. Brit led me back to the back part of the gym where the tanning rooms were, where both she and I had tanned to a lovely shade of golden brown from regular sessions and had more than once rushed off to be alone and fuck one another silly when we had worked the same shift.

Finding an unoccupied room she pulled me inside, turned on the light closed the door and pushed me back onto the stool in the room.

“Remember that hot little thing I brought back to our place after the bar that night, the tattoo artist gal?” Brit began as she set her bag down and threw another bedroom smile my way. I certainly remembered the girl in question. Sally was her name, she was about 5 feet tall, built and looked like a mini pinup gal from the fifties. We had teamed up and humped her three ways from the weekend one night after the club when both Brit and I were exceptionally horny.

“Well remember when we were through with her she said I could get a big discount on a tat if I ever came by her shop? Well I did and I got one. WE worked out a trade for it. Reaching up she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her blue, airbrushed on, yoga pants and pulled them down, taking her panties with her or perhaps she hadn’t worn any at all, either way she was standing in front of me now naked from the waist down, showing me a lovely new rose or flower tattoo, just above and to the left of her cleanly shaven pussy. It looked great but honestly I could have given a shit about the tattoo. No matter how many times I saw her naked, or how many times I ate her out till she screamed or fucked her until I was gasping and shooting a huge load inside her much to her goading and enjoyment it still got me harder than a rock to see it and her less than fully clothed. Her pussy was red and swollen like she had been at it before she arrived or she was super horny, either was probably likely.

“I also had an idea that you could help sort me out before you got back to your little plaything, because her and my ‘trade’ was interrupted by a customer and I never got to finish so I need you help with this if you don’t mind.” Brit said as she slid up against me, taking my hand and lacing it up to and in between the blood engorged lips of her sopping wet pussy. She wrapped both hands around my neck, her forehead against mine as she looked down between us, my hand now firmly entrenched in her pussy, two fingers massaging her clit and the front wall of her pussy with gentle but meaningful attention. The effect was profound, she clutched and sighed against me, her mouth open as I began to pick up the pace and she fought the rising urge to be vocal like we usually were and cry out in pleasure and I helped her race toward a stomach clenching orgasm. I could feel her wetness dripping around my fingers and hear is squelching as I quickened my pace. She began clutching at me, her mouth now hanging open, eyes clenched shut as she fought to keep from screaming as she neared the cliffs edge of an elicit, public orgasm.

“Oh fuck baby…fuck…fuck…fuck.” Brit whispered harshly against me as I watched her in the throes of a super intense orgasm. Her stomach clenched hard and her pussy clamped down like a vice around my fingers, more and more of her succulent juices poured around my fingers. Squishing and running into the palm of my hand. It was glorious and dirty.

I lost track of things for a moment, until Brits sexy, animal gaze caught hold of me and she bodily pushed me back against the wall, yanking down my pants and dropping to her knees. My cock was already as hard as iron and it twitched at the air, the red head of it was slick with pre-cum.

Brit’s devil’s grin of pearl white teeth split open and with on swift and skilled motion she took over half of me into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me roughly and fast in and out of her mouth, her wet mouth coated me in a thick sheen of spit and she slurped loudly in rapid succession as she gently kneaded my sperm laden balls with her other hand, dragging her fingernails down my bare thigh. This wasn’t going to take long, Brit was hot reeling from her recent orgasm and watching her cum made me want to also get mine too.

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Saturday, 9:07 am.

Dean woke up when Scarlet licked the underside of his cock head. He jerked at the sensation. He had felt Scarlet working on his dick but he thought that it was just a dream. Dean looked down and saw her grinning up at him on her hands and knees between his legs, her right hand around the base of his cock. “Morning honey”, she said, licking him again. “How are you doing this morning?” Dean groaned, still not fully awake. Scarlet didn’t wait for any other reply and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue and sucked in her cheeks.

Dean sat up against the headboard and rested his hands behind his head, admiring the spectacular view. Scarlet had her luscious red hair over one shoulder. Her watermelon sized tits dangled over his knees and her ass stuck up into the air behind her. He rolled his hips, encouraging her to keep going. “You told me how much you enjoyed the head I gave yesterday, so I thought I’d surprise you”, Scarlet grinned mischievously. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft and lowered her head until he hit the back of her throat. She stopped then, knowing it would drive him crazy.

Dean had to exercise all the self control he head not to jump Scarlet right now and fuck her brains out. With half his dick in her mouth she stops, pouts and bats her eyelids at him. He’d had enough of this teasing. He sat up and grasped Scarlet’s hips and swung her around until she was straddling his chest with her crotch in his face. He smirked. Scarlet was not the only one who could play the teasing game. He ran his tongue around her pussy lips, careful to avoid her clit. She moaned into his cock and pushed her hips back towards his face. Dean used his hands to both spread her ass cheeks and hold her in place. He gently began probing his tongue around her slit but still not entering her. Scarlet groaned and got his message, and when she took him into her throat he pushed a finger into her.

Scarlet shuddered and began to move up Bakırköy travesti and down on his cock. Dean slipped another finger into her pussy and moved his lips around her clit. He matched his tempo to hers; he pumped his fingers into her at the same speed as she pumped her head on his dick. He felt that she was coming near to her climax when her movements became jerky. He buried his face into her crotch when she orgasmed, and his own climax came a few seconds later. Scarlet swallowed as quickly as she could, wanting to suck up every last drop of his cum.

9:31 am.

They cuddled for a while after that in bed, not wanting to end the moment. When Dean caught his breath he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “That was a nice way to start the morning, don’t you think?” Scarlet had to agree. She kissed him on the lips.

“How about I fix you up some breakfast?” she asked. When Dean nodded she slipped out the door into the kitchenette, without bothering to put on any clothes. Dean followed her a minute later after slipping on a pair of boxers. He was glad he did. There was a man sitting at the table.

“Hello Dean, it’s a pleasure to meet you”. The man, who was middle aged and wearing a suit, stood up and stretched out his hand. He had to tilt his head back to meet Dean’s eyes.

Dean took the man’s hand, utterly confused. “Who the fuck are you?”

The man smiled and sat back down, gesturing for Dean to do the same. “Well, I’ll cut to the chase. I’m Dave from the porn company and we’ve been secretly filming you and Scarlet. We’re very impressed with you, young man. In only a few hours this had become one of our most viewed channels ever! The ratings are through the roof and we’d like to offer you a job.” The man grinned.

“What the fuck? You can’t do that. I never agreed to any of this shit”, Dean fumed.

Dave frowned and opened one of two briefcases layed out on the table. “Would $50,000 change your mind?”

Dean only Beylikdüzü travesti hesitated for a second. “Okay”.

Dave grinned. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” He started walking to the door. “Oh, by the way, I’ve left some toys in the other briefcase for your enjoyment. Bye.” He winked and exited the suite. Dean shuddered.

Scarlet rounded the corner with a plate in her hands just as the door slammed. She left the plate in front of him. “What did Dave want?”

Dean stared at her for a minute before shaking his head. “Unbelievable”, he muttered.

Scarlet sat down at the table and began to rummage through the other briefcase. “Are you not having anything for breakfast?” Dean asked her.

Scarlet stood up and walked behind him, massaging his shoulders. “Your cum was enough to fill me up”, she whispered in his ear. Dean chuckled. Suddenly he felt something at his wrists and he heard a click. He looked around. Scarlet had handcuffed him to the chair.

He grinned up at her, unsure. “What’s this?” he asked.

“Another surprise, baby”. She placed her knees on the chair on either side of his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shoved her breasts into his face and started to grind her body up against him.

“Ooh, a lap dance, is it”. Dean grinned and moved his hips under her. His arms strained against the handcuffs, testing their strength. Scarlet turned around, crouched in front of him and started twerking her round ass into his bulging crotch. Dean appreciated the view but this was driving him crazy. He needed to be in her right now. “Scarlet”, he growled in warning. She flicked her hair and glanced back over her shoulder at him. She was enjoying this immensely and she felt how hard he was through his boxers. She continued to grind into him, making sure he knew that she was the ultimate tease.

Dean flexed his arms as hard as he could in an attempt to break free of the handcuffs. He was rewarded Bomonti travesti a few seconds later when they snapped. Scarlet stopped and looked back in surprise. Dean didn’t waste a second; he jumped out of the chair, picked a shocked Scarlet up and threw her on her back on the table. He didn’t have the patience to move as far as the couch or bedroom. He stepped out of his boxers and two seconds later he was balls deep in a gasping Scarlet, whose ass was hanging off the table. Dean gripped her hips and pounded into her. Her tits shook with the strength of his thrusts.

Scarlet gazed up at Dean. His magnificent body was drenched in sweat and his face was set in determination. He was pushing his thickness into her tight pussy so hard and fast, she couldn’t tell if what she was feeling was pain or pleasure. Whatever it was, it felt incredible. She sat up and wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and her arms around his broad shoulders. Dean, still fully in her, walked them over to the wall and pressed Scarlet’s back into it. He continued to fuck her hard, loving how this angle allowed for deeper penetration.

Scarlet moaned his name and moved her mouth to his. Dean’s tongue probed, demanding entry into her mouth. He kept rocking into her as he moved his mouth over her jaw and down her throat. He picked a spot and bit down, causing her to cry out. Judging by how quickly her breath were coming, she was nearing her orgasm. Dean only sped up his thrusting and five seconds later Scarlet screamed as her climax ripped through her body. She flopped her head into his shoulder, all her energy spent. Dean was pleased to see a reddish-purple bruise blooming on her neck.

A minute later he sighed as he unloaded into her for the second time that day. His legs shook as he carried her back to the bedroom. That was definitely something for the cameras, he thought.

They mostly stayed in bed for the rest of the day, hanging out. They fucked a couple more times, but it was more chilled out this time. When night came they went out onto the balcony and drank wine, looking up at the stars.

*****

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“Mia, lunch is ready!” I called up to the second floor. I laid the platter of sandwiches out on the kitchen counter along with a platter of chips and veggies with dip.

Within seconds her and her four friends came running down the stairs.

“Manda, Manda, look what I made!” She said to me holding up a bracelet she made with her friends.

“Awww sweetheart, It’s beautiful!” I said taking a look at it closer, it was a mixture of beads and tiny sea shells. “It’s for you!” She said pulling on my hand to put it on for me.

“Por moi?” I said surprised. “I’m flattered! Merci!”

Her parents took her to a trip to France a month ago and she was obsessed with the language. I tried to insert little french words here and there that she understood.

She wrapped her hands around me and pressed her face against my hip. I have the best baby sitter ever! She said to her friends as they all grabbed plates and made a mess of my perfect lunch spread. They couldn’t care less, they were just hungry.

I couldn’t believe it had been three years since I started babysitting her. She was just two when I started, the most adorable little girl. Her mom, Nina, was a super bitch who never had time for her but her dad, Mark, he was as sweet as sweet can be.

I didn’t want to take the job, I didn’t want to get any job. I was nineteen, just a college girl trying to get by with a balance of good grades and partying. My parents decided I was asking for money too much and decided I needed a job.

** 2015**

“Amanda, our responsibility is your education. We give you an allowance and yet thats still not enough! If you want money to blow on partying, you’re going to have to come up with it yourself!”

“But mom!”

“No Mandy, I mean it! You’re such a spoilt brat and your father’s to blame!”

“Great here we go again, blame everything on the parent that actually loves me!”

“Oh grow up!”

It was true, my daddy did spoil me. I was his only girl, I just had to bat my eyes and tell him I loved him and money would be in my hands seconds later but mom was putting her foot down and dad couldn’t just give in anymore.

“Look, your dad’s boss may have mentioned something about needing a sitter for their two year old.”

“Mom! So this is all a set up? You already have something lined up?” I was upset, “Dad’s boss? Ain’t he like seventy? He should not have two year olds!”

“No, I’m not talking about Ralph, I’m talking about Ralph’s partner Mark, he’s like thirty or thirty-two or so. Anyway, he’s a really nice guy and he sure as hell can use your help! Will you please meet with him?”

“You realize babysitters work nights and weekend? Thats when the parties are happening!” I said bitterly.

“Just meet with the guy would you?”

“Fine!” I rolled my eyes before grabbing my backpack and keys off the kitchen counter and headed to school.

**Present**

“Manda!” Mia called loudly, “Do we get to go swimming after lunch?” She asked.

“You know what, after lunch, you all get to finish that movie you started from last night and put your toys away then you get to go swimming!”

“Oh, alright!” Her little smile turned into a frown.

“Don’t gimme that young lady!” I tickled her little tummy with my finger as she sat finishing up her potato chips.

I sat through the boring Disney movie til it was all over, “Alright girls, time to get you’re suits on!”

I said as I got them off the couch and up to the bedroom. Getting them in their bathing suits then getting myself in mine before we headed down to the pool.

The back yard was huge with an in-ground pool. It was almost butterfly shaped. The left wing was a large pool and the right wing, the top part was a jacuzzi and the bottom, a kiddie pool with some of the regular pool bleeding into the middle of that half.

I got in and sat in the kiddie pool with them for a bit then they got to splashing. I got out and relaxed in a lounger overseeing their shenanigans when Mark walked through the glass sliding doors that led to the pool deck. He slowly came fully into my line of sight. He was wearing swim trucks.

“Hey, how’s it going with the girls?” He asked as he sat in the lounger next to me.

“They’re just angels!” I smiled at him, “I thought you were at an all day conference?”

“That’s the good thing about having the wife work at the same company. I can leave when it gets boring and she can fill me in later!” He winked at me.

He was still as charming as he was when i fist met him. When my dad told him that I was willing to meet him to discuss the job, he invited us to a pool party that weekend that he was having.

**2015**

“So Mark is having a pool party this weekend, we’re all invited. I know you never go to any of my work things but I figured this is a way for you to meet Mark and his wife and their little munchkin.” My dad said at the dinner table.

I sighed deeply, “Sure Dad.”

That weekend I was trying to get out of going. My friends were all going to Erenköy travesti the movies and I didn’t want to be at this boring old persons pool party but I certainly wasn’t getting out of it and oh boy was I wrong when I thought it was going to be boring.

We got there just after 5pm. The music was blasting. I was expecting some old school party mix but the music was actually current, they were playing all the hottest hit. There was more younger people there than older adults. There was some pretty hot guys in the pool tossing a ball around. I turned to my dad, “I didn’t know your co-workers were all half your age.”

“Watch it young lady!” He warned.

My dad walked us over to the grill where Mark was flipping burgers and hotdogs, a drink in one hand. His wife stood next to him, she was hot! She had a perfect hour glass body, fulls breasts, small waist, wide hips. Her complexion was flawless, smooth, white skin. She was wearing a tiny two piece bikini, showing off her curves.

As Mark turned to face us, my eyes lit up. He was tall, about six feet, two inches. He had strong, broad shoulders, short brown hair that was combed back, deep brown eyes and washboard abs. He was slightly tanned. This was one of those couples you see in magazines. They perfectly complimented each other.

“Hey, Joe!” Mark greeted my dad.

“Hey Mark, Nina.” He said giving Nina a nod, “This is my beautiful wife Tina and my lovely daughter, Amanda. My son couldn’t make it.”

Mark complimented my mom then turned his attention to me. His wife whisked away my mom to go get drinks. “Joe! You didn’t tell me how beautiful you’re daughter is!” He said taking my hand and bringing his lips to the backside of my hand to kiss it, I blushed. He was really hot and he was complimenting me! We were off to a good start if you asked me.

It was a hot that day. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a racer back tank top over my one piece bikini. My mom didn’t want me showing off too much in front of dads co-workers. I was five foot, four inches, very slender, small B cup tits and an average sized ass that filled my jean shorts out nicely.

“So, my dad tells me that you may have a job for me?” I said jumping directly.

“Now why on earth would he say something like that?!? He said with a confused look on his face. I was about to be mad if my dad played me just to get me to come to this party.

“Just kidding!” He said and laughed, “Mia is my two year old, she’s in the living room with her grandmother. Want to meet her?”

“Sure!” I said.

Mark handed the tongs to my dad and said, “Joe, do you mind taking these off when they’re done?” He said before walking off and having me follow him.

Mia was fast asleep on the couch when we walked in, her grandmother was reading a book.

“Well shit! She’s asleep! I really wanted you to meet her!” He said. “Look, your dad told me what’s going on with you and how badly they want you to get a job and I badly need a sitter. We have someone who comes in and cleans, you don’t have to cook, just strictly watch her.

I really need some help, I’m desperate actually so I’m willing to give you twenty an hour.

“Twenty dollars an hour?!?!?” I was shocked, surprised, blown away but my reaction sparked confusion.

“Is that not enough? I’ll give you twenty-two!” He said.

“Yes! Yes, most definitely, I’ll do it!” We didn’t need to talk about anything more. The girl looked sweet, the money was going to be sweeter and if it got in the way of my life, I could just quit. I know, I was extremely spoiled.

“Just don’t tell my wife what I’m paying!”

I smiled, “Your secret is safe with me!”

“We should so celebrate!” He said as he walked over to the little bar area of the house.

“Mom, why don’t you go hang with Nina for a little bit? I’ll watch her.” Mark said to Mia’s grandma.

“So, vodka? Whiskey? You look like a rum kind of girl?” He asked as he started fixing two drinks.

“You realize I’m nineteen, right?” I said.

“And thats why this glass only has orange juice.” He winked and chuckled before handing me a glass.

“Please have a seat.” He said.

We both sat on the sofa opposite the loveseat, where Mia was sleeping.

“Here’s to you saving my ass.” He said raising his glass before taking a drink.

That was the start of it all.

Present

“I just want to say thank you for staying the night with the girls last night. I really appreciate it. It saved me from hearing Nina bitch about getting outta bed to tend to the girls.” He turned to me and said.

“Don’t mention it at all!” I replied.

“What am I going to do without you around here?” He looked at me with the most adorable pouty face.

I was graduating soon and was moving to New York. I honestly didn’t think I was going to stick with this babysitting gig but the girl grew on me, the pay was good and I loved being around Mark. I had a bit of a crush on him. I spent most of the three years subtlety teasing him every Beşiktaş travesti time he was around and Mia had been occupied.

There was little glances, subtle innuendos, ‘that’s what she said’ jokes and sometimes just showing off my body. I definitely caught him staring a few times but he was married, he knew his boundaries, it was all innocent flirting.

His wife was never home, never had much to do with Mia and certainly not much to do with Mark. She said they spend all day at work together, they come home and have dinner together and there was no need to spend all weekend together too. She was usually out shopping, hanging out with her friends, going to the spa or anything it seemed like to be away from her family.

There was so many times Mark called me last minute because either Nina was supposed to be home with Mia and changed her plans or she was already out and Mark had to go in to work suddenly. It was hard being the owner of the company, thats what I gathered.

It started off as me babysitting for a few hours on Thursday nights, that was their date night. Then occasionally on Saturdays or Sunday evenings. Then Saturday mornings became a regular thing. I would occasionally stay the night when they had two day conference or weekend getaways. The job quickly grew on me. Mia quickly grew on me.

“Are you all packed up for your trip?” I asked. Mark and Nina was going to a five day business conference in Philly. I was staying over with Mia Tuesday through Saturday, they return on Sunday. I was looking forward to it, five days alone in this big house, all these amenities.

“Yes, fully packed and ready. Five nights in a small hotel room with the lady, It could either be miserable or I could get lucky.” He said.

“Haha! Weighing in the odds?” I said.

“Unfortunately the odds are never in my favor, with my luck, it’ll be more miserable than lucky.” Mark laughed.

“Aww you poor thing! I’m sorry! You do always have Pam and Pamela.” I joked referring to his hands.

“Even they are tired of me!” He laughed clearly referring to how much he masturbates. I was surprised. Surely Mark and Nina had their problems and they saw each other all the time at work, Nina is a bitch and is always out elsewhere but I figured in their own fucked up way, they still loved each other and certainly still made love.

“Have you and Nina not be having sex?” We had grown comfortable around each other to where this type of conversation was completely ok with either of us. I witnessed many of their fights and many a times Mark vented to me after Nina stormed out about something he did to upset her.

He laughed, “Mandy, I get some maybe twice a month, three times, if I’m really lucky!”

“What a damn shame!” I said, “You’re way too hot! Its a shame for a body like that to go to waste!” I smirked. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve commented on his body, I’ve actually not tried to hide my attraction to him one bit and at this point, he was all too familiar with these.

He laughed. “I’m just wasting away!” He said dramatically in response.

“Just hang in there! I’m sure it will get better!” I said, in no way shape or form willing to give actual marital advice.

That Tuesday came by and it was just me and Mia. The time passed pretty quietly. Nothing crazy happened all that week, nothing out of the usual, just five year old stuff. Friday rolled around and my boyfriend, Caleb was annoyingly trying to get me to come hang out with him and his friends. He knew I couldn’t go anywhere and It wasn’t until Sunday that Mark and Nina were going to be back.

But then I thought of a genius plan! It’s Friday; they’re not back til Sunday! I figured, I’d wait until I put Mia down for the night then have Caleb over. They would never know! I quickly got on the phone and relayed my master plan to my boyfriend.

Mia and I went shopping later that day. She wanted some new princess pajamas. As we went through the isles of the department store, I discreetly grabbed a white lace babydoll in my size and put it in out cart. I wasn’t able to try it on so I hoped to hell it would fit.

As 8pm rolled around, I got Mia ready for bed, read her favorite story and she was quickly asleep. I showered up and got chanced. I slipped on a pair of white lace thongs then the white babydoll. It was a little tight but Caleb was going to love it! It hugged by body, every curve. It was see through, my hard nipples could definitely be seen and stopped just under my ass. If I bent over, he’d see my ass for sure.

I made my way downstairs to the living room. Heading over to Mark’s bar area, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sat on the couch. It was nearing 9pm when my phone rang.

“Hey baby, are you on your way over?” I answered seeing it was Caleb.

“Actually babe, I think we’re going to have to reschedule.”

“Umm, what?” I was instantly upset.

“I have this thing with the guys that I promised I’d do for like a week now and they’re giving me a hard time.”

There Avcılar travesti was silence as I didn’t want to say what I was truly thinking.

“…And I kind of don’t want to do it in your bosses house while you baby sit, that’s weird.”

Trying to sound understanding I said, “I know, I’m sorry I suggested it but I hope you have fun with the guys!”

“You’re not mad?” His hopeful voice asked.

“Nope not at all!”

“You’re the best! I love you babe!” He said before hanging up.

I was furious! I quickly downed my drink and opted of another. I put on a playlist on my phone and connected it to the bluetooth speaker, setting my phone down at the bar. I sat on the couch and sipped the whiskey as I argued with Caleb in my head. Not before long my whiskey was gone and I needed another. I walked up to the bar again and fixed myself another drink.

As I walked around the counter on the side of the open living room, I reached for my phone. I had three messages from Mark and just as I started to read it, I heard what sounded like him clearing his throat followed by, “Is this how you dress to babysit my five year old?”

I was startled, My hands moved to clench my phone tightly to my chest. I refused to turn around afraid that it would only confirm that my he was standing behind me. My heart beats were quick, my mind racing. The message I started reading had said, “On my way home…airport…left con….”

He must have been trying to tell me he was on his way and with the music playing, I didn’t hear him pull in and enter in through the garage. I still hadn’t turn around nor said a word. I heard him chuckle, my face beamed bright red. I slowly turned around to see him standing in the open living room, just a few feet away from me. He was smiling, his hands in the front pockets of his black slacks, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie somewhat undone. My hands stayed at my chest as I knew he’d see my nipples if I moved them.

“You weren’t supposed to be home!” I finally said, breaking my silence as if that would justify my intentions. “Oh God! Is Nina home too?” I asked in fear.

He laughed, “Relax, it’s just me. Nina and I got into a fight, the conference was boring so I left.”

Did he just tell me to relax?!? Why was he so relaxed?

“Care to explain?” He said calmly with a grin.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I started, “Caleb, really wanted to hang out so I figured since you and Nina wasn’t going to be home, I could have him over, I’m so sorry!”

“You invited a guy over?”

“Yes, but he canceled, he’s not coming!”

He chuckled, “It’s a damn shame!”

I was a little weirded out by his nonchalant attitude while I stood in front of him in lingerie but it was somewhat calming. He walked right over to me and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “So he canceled?”

My panic had only just started to subside. My hands loosened its tight grip around my phone and now moved to fold in front of my chest after setting the phone back down, my body relaxed and I was leaning against the counter.

“Yes…”

“I take it my daughter is asleep?” He asked.

“Yes…”

I was just waiting for the next shoe to drop but he was as calm as a cucumber the entire time he spoke to me.

“Mandy, What’s my one rule?” He asked.

“No boys…” I signed.

“Mhmm!” He hummed, “And what did you do?” He asked.

“Invited a boy over.” I answered cautiously.

“You know why thats a rule?”

“No?” I answered.

“Thats for your safety and the safety of my baby girl. You do whatever you do with him on your own time, I’m not paying you to have sex with some guy in my house when you should be watching my daughter. I don’t want the task of explaining to your father why I let you have boys over if something were to happen to you.”

“I’m really sorry, Mark! I promise you this has never happened before and it will never happen again!” I said as he sat on the bar stool next to where I stood.

He was so calm and so relax, not to mention respectful as his gaze never left my eyes as he spoke to me.

When I first met him, I just thought he was incredibly hot but after three years of working for him, I had a real attraction to him that I couldn’t quite figure out. He was so loving and caring towards Mia and I loved seeing that side of him! He was very stern and commanding with his employees as I’ve overheard multiple work related phone conversations. He was caring, kind and considerate towards me.

“How are you so composed right now?” I asked.

He laughed, “Oh you have no idea how hard i’m trying to maintain that, you should go change.”

That was all the fuel I needed. I smiled, “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure of what?”

“Are you sure you want me to change?”

He was stunned that I had said that. He sipped on his whiskey trying to find the right response. I smiled as I moved closer to him. I bit my lower lip, there was an insatiable heat building up in my stomach. I was staring him directly in his eyes with a small smile on my face. I stopped for a quick second to think about what I was doing, maybe it was the whiskey, maybe I was mad at Caleb or maybe it was the years of flirting and my attraction for Mark but in that instance, I wanted him.

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Well, my girlfriend was due back after a family Christmas in Scotland spent without me, and I’d gone to meet her at the airport. I was slightly taken by surprise when I saw her marching with a smile through the arrivals lounge and almost shed a tear – I’d missed her more than I realized, as well as simply lusting after her always accommodating body.

If we’d been alone that night we’d have had a few drinks, gone home, and then I would have tried to seduce her. I’d been troubled for days by an enduring vision of her holding my stiff cock in her hand and smiling into my eyes as she jerked me off. I’d dreamed that I’d come all over her hands, then given her total satisfaction with my fingers until I was hard again and able to fuck her brutally on the floor of the living room until she almost passed out while I was shooting my cum inside her. It wasn’t going to happen this night, I knew, because with less than brilliant timing two female friends were meeting us the same evening and would be staying overnight in our small flat.

Still, we all had a good night in the pub and eventually retired to the single Ataköy travesti bedroom while the girls camped in the living room. I still had no expectations but as soon as we were in bed Caroline became very affectionate and before I knew what was happening her hand was stealing down below the sheets and stroking my cock to almost instant hardness.

As she started to toss me off I was prey to feelings of lust and love in equal measure — it felt as though I was being treated to something absolutely sweet, by someone who really loved me, and I knew I would feel utterly wonderful when I came. I started to touch her too, but it was difficult in the confined space and we couldn’t, of course, make any noise which made things very erotic for me — I pictured the girls lying on a mattress next door, with no clue what was going on in our room – Caroline continued her wanking of my fat cock and I slid my finger over her slimy clit, and up and down her slit, the full length of her vagina.

I suddenly took a snap decision and moved away from Caroline, sliding down the bed. I had decided to try to Bahçelievler travesti fuck her, although I expected her to resist. But before she really knew it was going to happen, my stiff prick was inside her slick cunt and she did nothing to stop me as I started to pump it in and out. She was very tight, but wet enough to take my length easily, and I desperately wanted to make noise with the pleasure but knew I couldn’t — so I just carried on sticking my cock in and out as she hid her squeals under a pillow.

After less than twenty seconds of thrusting I was shooting my wad deep inside her gorgeous cunt and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop myself from letting go with a groan of satisfaction as the cum streamed out of me. It was followed by the sound of two unmistakable laughs from the room next door, and Caroline obviously heard it too and found it exciting because she wrapped her legs around me still more tightly and reached for her clit with her middle finger, bringing herself to a swift climax. She couldn’t keep quiet either, and her squeal again produced giggles from Bahçeşehir travesti our listening friends nearby.

I pulled out and kissed her and heard her whisper, “they heard us!” I just laughed a little, said “oh yes” and started to bring her off again, rubbing her wet clit with the flat of my index finger. She was very turned on and quickly had another, intense orgasm, which she just managed to keep quiet by keeping the pillow close to her.

There should have been red faces in the morning, and there were, but not mine or Caroline’s. She later heard from Vicky that Kate had been so turned on by the sound of our coupling that she’d reached over to Vicky and starting stroking her breasts. Before either had had time to think about what they were doing, their hands were on each other and the next moment Kate was pushing her fingers into Vicky’s cunt. Five minutes later they’d both made the other girl cum by their digital manipulation of each other and when they woke didn’t know what to say to each other.

The thought of the girls being inspired by my fucking Caroline to finger each other on our living room floor delighted me — I only wish we’d heard them too, and I have to admit that when Caroline related this to me I didn’t wait a second before starting to pull her clothes off and commencing a hard core session, starting with cunnilingus and ending with a hard screw from behind.

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Emma’s grunts were barely contained as I sped up my thrusting into her. Given the circumstances, we had to be quiet, but I noted with a bit of pride that she was having a hard time of that. She was laying on her back on the table, skirt bunched around her waist, her hips rising up to meet mine, matching my speed. The heat of her sex around my cock was growing with our efforts. And then her grunts, unable to be further contained, echoed out loud in the room, and then a shout of “OH GOD YES!” as she gripped my cock and came.

Her breathing slowed down, loud in the silence of the room. Her eyes opened, and awareness of how loud she was dawned on her. “Sorry about that” she said with a face that was red, part from satisfied arousal, part from embarrassment. “Just got away from me. We don’t have this in the U.K.” There was some scattered laughter, and the discussion around us went back to the topic being discussed before her orgasm interrupted them.

I smiled and withdrew from her, wiping both of us off with a soft hand towel before offering her my hand to help her off the table. She stood up and straightened her skirt as she quietly thanked me for my service. “I’ll be able to focus much better now, thanks” she told me with an embarrassed smile. Service Techs haven’t been approved in the U.K. yet, so she was surprised to see me servicing Sally this morning. Naturally, I was paying attention to Sally’s needs at the time, but Emma was right across the table from where Sally was leaning over as I held her hips and Serviced her. Emma was trying to be professional but there were a few times I caught her staring as our coupling with glazed eyes and an open mouth. Each time ended with her making eye contact, turning bright red, and turning to face the speaker. After lunch, she approached me and asked as casually as possible as she could have with her face burning brightly if I was allowed to service visitors or if I was only supposed to help people from my group. At the time, I wasn’t sure if she was happy or not when she heard that I was able to help anyone who needed my services, local or not. I think she was hoping that she wouldn’t have the option, eliminating the embarrassment of asking for my services.

I’m still not sure if I understand why the UK doesn’t have licensed Service Technicians yet. They are more relaxed about nudity after all. I would have thought they would have had them shortly after the Banks-Jameson research was validated by even the most uptight nay-sayer. I suppose US corporations have always been quick to jump on any sort of “efficiency improvement” plans. I’ve read that Japanese companies have a growing number of Service Techs as well. Since the research proved that cognitive and creative abilities are greatly improved following sexual activity, as well as planning, and many other traits that are expected and valued in a corporate environment, every top 100 US company Maltepe travesti added Service Technicians. Originally they were only for the corporate presidents and the like, but the role quickly expanded down through the company as the benefits became obvious. Not surprisingly, corporate moral improved everywhere as well, as more Service Technicians were trained and hired on.

With the productivity improvements (part from the results of the Service Technicians efforts, part from people now no longer minding working longer hours) the advances in birth control and curing diseases grew by leaps and bounds, completely eliminating any of the potential downsides of sexual activity. These discoveries proved again the effectiveness of Service Techs, and removed the last barrier anyone had regarding the service provided.

As more Service Techs were employed, the social mores involves sex quickly fell away as well. When you saw the Service Tech entering a person’s office and closing the door, there was no question as to what was occurring inside. And it kept anyone from being able to contact the person in the office for the next 10-20 minutes, not even able to drop off some papers. The trend to cubicles eliminated even the closed-door the option for most corporate employees. So eventually the act of servicing became done with doors open, in cubicles, and eventually even in the middle of long meetings so the person needing the service could still answer questions and pay some attention. It doens’t always work the smoothly, of course. I doubt Emma even heard a word of the speaker talking about cost savings comparisons between vendors while I was Servicing her, but that is how it is supposed to work in theory.

As I walked out of the room, two people pulled me aside to schedule some time later on. Nancy told me she would come over and find me after their next break, and Tom asked me to send our intern Service Tech Wendy over when she had some time. He asked a bit louder then he needed to, but some people still have some heterosexual hang-ups. I shouldn’t be surprised that gay male activity can still appear “weak” in corporate America. He doesn’t seem to mind using my services when no one else is around. People get weird about the oddest things.

I walked into the office Wendy and I share. She was on her knees fellating Jim from accounting when I walked in. With the new legal changes in accounting requirements, that group has been stressed trying to get it all done in time. There have been a few days that I think the entire department has seen one of the other (and sometimes both) of us Service Techs. Jim waved at me and said hi. Wendy took him out of her mouth, turning to see who walked it, continuing to massage his cock with her hand, said hi and returned to Servicing Jim.

Wendy worries me a bit. She is a great Service Technician, but I worried that she might be Ümraniye travesti too good. She’s in great shape, and is a beautiful young woman. Long, bright red hair, full breasts with nipples that can point through almost any shirt, round hips that are fun to hold, and legs that have classic curves. She is practically sex just to look at. Our service records indicate that since she has joined us, our service requests have gone up, almost doubling. Service Techs are intended to help alleviate stress, not induce it. Even after Servicing Emma, seeing Wendy still brings a twinge to my shorts. She is good at her job too. I did interview her and test her skills after all. But it might just be the fact that she is so attractive and new. The reports seem to show the service requests are leveling off. They usually go up this time of year anyways, just not this much. If they start going back down, there shouldn’t be any problems. I’m still going to suggest she dresses down a bit, gets some different, less flattering bras, and maybe changes her make-up a bit or even loses it all together. She’ll still be attractive, but not as erection inducing and panty moistening as she is now.

I sit down just as Jim grunts his orgasm. After swallowing his stress, Wendy got up and cleaned him off with one of the soft hand towels we use. Jim thanked her and went back to work. Wendy walked over and sat down across from me, wiping the rest of Jim off her face.

“I was on my knees for 15 minutes with that guy ,and then as soon as you walk in- SPLURT! I know he hasn’t called on you since I’ve gotten here, so I don’t think he is a closet gay, but I don’t know…” she said.

“Maybe he is just more of an exhibitionist, and enjoys having someone around to watch. A surprising number of people are like that. There was an article about that in last week’s Service Tech Update. Now that people don’t have to hide the fact that they have sex, a growing number have admitted that they like being watched while being Serviced. Lots of the body image problems go away when you see the worst looking person you know getting off and them not minding that there is anyone else around. You missed a spot,” I said, pointing to her forehead. “Cum seems to get in odd places.”

She grimaced and wiped above her eyebrows. “You got it.”

“So how was the woman from the U.K.? Were you her first Service?”

“Yup. It was cute. She was really nervous, but it seemed like a status thing to her. She saw Sally get Serviced with everyone around, and she saw you helping Fred just before lunch, so she wanted to show everyone that she could do it too. She was even shaking when she asked me. I offered to bring her back here, but she said that the room was fine. She was very nervous, and only a little wet. I think she was turned on but not as turned on as she was nervous. But that is what lube is for. She couldn’t even look Tuzla travesti at me till I entered her. Then she just stared at me and began to enjoy it. I was hitting those relaxation pressure points I told you about in her hips too, and that seemed to help out too.”

“Yeah- I meant to thank you for that. I used those on Barry the other day. He couldn’t even get it up while I was working on him, but a few minutes of that and he was relaxed enough to be able to get started.”

“Good. He’s never come to me for service. I’m glad you could help him. After she relaxed and started enjoying it, she was REALLY enjoying it. She was having a hard time keeping quiet and not even paying attention to the meeting. At the end she called out loud ‘OH GOD’ and the entire room turned to look.”

“NO!”

“Yup. It was flattering, of course, but it was also hard to keep from laughing. She was mortified, but collected herself well and sat down for the meeting again. But she definitely enjoyed herself. I’m wondering if she will call on your services if she sees you service one of the women, just to show she can keep up.”

“Really? Hmm… I’ve never had a Service Virgin before. I would probably screw it up. I know I would have laughed when she got loud. I might have to be too busy for her to schedule me. I’d hate to embarrass her and myself like that. But it sounds like you’ve had a decent day. Better then I’ve had. Jack had one of his conference calls today. He always wants to get serviced with me bent over the table right next to the speaker phone, and gets rough enough that I end up grunting so those on the call can hear. So I’m a bit sore from that. I’ve been sitting on an ice pack the whole time I’m been able to. But that hasn’t been much.”

“I can talk to him about that.”

“Nah. It isn’t that bad. Truth be told, I like it kinda rough at home. But he isn’t my sort so it is more odd then anything, since he pushed all the right buttons, but none of the mental ones. But he did get me close.” she said with a wink.

“Really? You did say you haven’t finished yourself while servicing anyone. Maybe that is because no one else seems to be into the rougher side of things. At least no one that I know of. Now that you mention it, that is kinda surprising.” I said, thinking about the people in the company that might enjoy being a bit more rough. “What about you? Need a massage? I could show you a few other pressure points that might help you be a bit less sore.”

“Really? Hmm… Are Service Techs allowed to Service other Techs?” she asked thoughtfully.

“They are, but it doesn’t happen that often since we do that normally all day. It isn’t the same as having someone there specifically for you, of course.”

“In that case, I would like to request Servicing. I think it would relax me and help relax my sore parts. And it is only fair- I Serviced you as part of the interview, but didn’t get to see your talents. I’m sure I could learn from it.”

Wendy was smiling and with more then a little lust in her eyes. Her earlier service call must have gotten her more aroused then she had let on.

“In that case Wendy, I would be glad to be of Service.”

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Nick was slightly irritated, not a great start to the day. He owned a few boutiques around the town and today he was dropping into the one he enjoyed visiting. It was run by Sophie one of his best workers and was turning a tidy profit but he still needed to drop in and check on them.

He walked down the lane that held all the specialist shops and walked through the door. Looking round he admired the stands with the corsets, basques and lingerie on and smiled. He leant on the desk and smiled at Sophie. She looked up at him and grimaced…

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m really not feeling great today, I’m really sorry to ask but could you cover the shop for the last hour?”

“Sure, get yourself home.” Nick smiled – he was happy to cut Sophie some slack as she always worked hard and he could rely on her to cover other people’s shifts when they were ill.

“We just have one customer in but I doubt she will be long.”

Sophie grabbed her bag from behind the counter and giving Nick a quick hug walked out of the door and down the street.

Nick walked behind the counter and checked out the till, how they had done and ran through the books and stock list checking that everything was all going to plan. It all looked good so he relaxed for a minute leaning back on the counter.

Sarah was in the changing room still, it was taking her a while to lace up the corset she was trying on – she wasn’t sure about the blue one that matched her eyes or the red on that looked so striking. She had stripped out of her comfy clothes to try on a variety of clothing – she loved the sheer panties she had found – they were almost see through against her shaven pussy. She had the red corset on that cinched in her waist making her look even slimmer, emphasized her height and made her amazing 36DDs stand out. She looked in the mirror and admired the view, her fingers drifting lazily down over her stomach to gently slide over the sheer material of her panties, tracing the outline of her lips. She held back a little moan and sighed as she felt her stomach tense and her fingers slid inside the panties and felt her wetness.

Nick looked round as the light flashed up showing that the person in the changing room needed assistance. He walked round and carefully pulled back the curtain then stared in shock. At 6ft tall with his smart black suit on he cut a slightly imposing figure, broad shoulders and glittering green eyes he Göztepe travesti stopped and stared in wonder at this beauty in front of him. Sarah froze, fingers tracing her wetness looking in shock.

“What are you doing?” She whispered in shock staring at this broad shouldered figure staring at her.

“You pressed the button for assistance; Sophie had to go home… I’m Nick the owner of this store.”

Sarah looked around and saw the button she had accidentally leaned upon as she had been getting carried away.

“I have to say the outfit looks great on you, have you thought about modelling? We are always looking for people confident and willing to show off the products. We do tend to let them keep the ones they model as well.”

Sarah looked at him in shock. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. She was dressed half naked, in the sexiest outfit she could remember wearing in a long time with the strange man with glittering green eyes staring at her like he was assessing her. Strangely that seemed to make her hornier than anything else. The looks he was giving her made her feel hotter and hornier. She smiled up at him.

“Guess I made a mistake there sorry. I do like the outfits…”

“So perhaps you do need some assistance?” Nick moved towards her smiling and she looked at him hesitantly. His hand reached out to gently cup her face, stroking her cheek. She seemed frozen and staring at him, part horny, part terrified. He leaned in against her and pressed her up against the wall leaning in to kiss her.

Sarah was shocked at his forwardness and yet felt herself melt against him, feeling her lips on his as he took control of her body. His hands slid down over the corset to cup her firm ass squeezing it gently. She kissed him back hard as her hand slid under his suit jacket and up to feel his back.

Nick smiled through his kiss as he felt her respond. He had been able to tell how horny she was and felt determined not to let her get away. One had slide down inside the sheer panties, tracing one finger between her soaking pussy he found her clit and teased it with the tip of his finger. He grinned at her gasp as she grabbed him and pulled him against her, grinding her pussy against his hand. He continued teasing her clit, feeling her shiver and moan as his finger tip traced small circles round and round as her nails dug through his shirt into his skin.

He felt her body tensing Küçükyalı travesti and drew back. She let out a little cry of frustration and loss. Nick smiled and whispered in her ear, “You don’t get to cum until I want to let you gorgeous!” She whimpered back at him and pressed her body against him.

Nick slowly reached down and undid the belt and buttons and slowly twisted his fingers into her hair. He pushed her to her knees in front of him and sighed softly as her gentle fingers wrapped around his shaft gripping the length of his hard cock. He guided her head towards his shaft and moaned as her tongue flicked out over the head of the shaft. He pushed it deep into her mouth and watched her eyes widen as she struggled to accommodate his thick, hard shaft.

Closing his eyes in ecstasy he began to slowly fuck her mouth, feeling her tongue swirl around the length of his shaft. He shivered as he felt her sucking harder on the length of his shaft. Her hands came up to stroke his balls and gently up and down the length of his shaft guiding him in and out of her mouth. Nick began to speed up, thrusting harder and faster into her mouth. He could feel his climax building and as his fingers tightened in her hair he thrust himself hard into her mouth feeling her gagging on his shaft as he came. Jerking slightly with every pulse of cum that blasted out of his cock he could feel her swallowing it down as fast as she could.

Slowly he came back to himself and drew out of her mouth breathing heavily. He looked down to see her licking her luscious lips and sucking on the tip, licking his hard shaft clean. Nick took a step back looking down at her kneeling there, her gorgeous breasts threatening to escape the tight corset, soft, smooth skin so tempting. He quickly walked to the front of the store and locked the door hitting the button to lower the shutters and blinds. He turned round to find her still kneeling there looking after him.

He walked over to her and took her hand leading her to the sofa outside the changing room and pushed her down onto the soft surface. He knelt between her legs and lifting them he slowly kissed up the insides of her calves, knees and over her thighs till she could feel the heat of his breath through the sheer material of her panties. She moaned and her fingers dug into the material of the sofa. Nicks fingers hooked into the material of the panties and drew them down her Avrupa yakası travesti legs leaving her bare pussy exposed. Leaning down he breathed her in before running his tongue along the length of her wet slit. He parted the folds gently with his tongue and flicked his tongue over her clit again before running it in circles round her button making her gasp and thrusting her hips up to his mouth. Nick gripped her hips tightly and began licking and sucking on her sweet cunt feeling her body tremble under him. She thrust up against him, her hands roaming the sofa, his hair and everywhere as she shook. He raised his head… “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes, please yes…” She groaned as he returned to her pussy licking and sucking and watching her shake. His hands drifted off her hips to the laces of the corset, beginning to undo it as he continued to keep her on the edge of an orgasm, so close but not letting her push over the edge. “Please, please, please, please, please…” Her voice was a non-stop whisper begging for release.

Finally the corset came loose and he slid it off before finally attacking her slit furiously sending her whimpering and moaning over the edge onto a mind-numbing orgasm. She lay gasping on the sofa as her body convulsed leaving her shaking.

Nick didn’t give her time to recover. Taking her in his strong arms he lifted her easily and placed her on the edge of the counter. She was still recovering from the orgasm and barely seemed aware as he dropped his pants. He lifted her ankles to his shoulders and lined his rock hard cock up against her slit and forcibly pushed his thick shaft deep inside her.

She cried out and gripped the edge of the counter tightly holding herself in place. Nick’s hands wrapped around her legs holding her in place as he began fucking her tight wet hole hard and fast. His rod hammered in and out of her, slick and wet making her cry out over and over as he filled her over and over.

She lay back on the counter, knuckles turning white as she held on against his powerful thrusting. She could feel the full length of his cock hammering away in and out of her tight cunt. She groaned wondering how corset shopping had come to being fucked so hard on the counter of the shop by this stranger. She moaned again and decided she didn’t care, it felt amazing. She cried out as she came again shivering and shaking. Nick pulled out just as he exploded streams of cum splashing over her pussy and stomach.

Nick slowly stepped back and looked at her. She looked so hot lying there, cum covering her cunt, breasts heaving as she struggled to come back down from the two orgasms that had rippled through her. He stood considering what he wanted to do with her next.

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Friday afternoon, Kim was determined to have an entire evening alone with Darnell, no kids, no computer, no interruptions, and this she would have yet how would she do it that’s the question.

Kim knew the first thing she has to do is to arrange for the kids to go to her moms for the night. She calls her mom and arranges it, once it was arranged the next step was to get to Darnell, the day went on Kim went about executing the rest of her plan, the sky began to get dark, the clouds were thickening, man it was really beginning to look like rain, she prayed they would have a thunderstorm or two as that would guarantee their evening, as he knows she hates thunderstorms and would never let her be alone during one.

The wind starts to pick up and it begins to rain, Kim goes about her plans inside, she hears the rumble of thunder in the distance she continues to work, as the storm grows closer.

“Oh yes this is going to be one wonderful night, that phone should be ringing with in the next 10 minutes, and I know it’s going to be him. He knows I hate thunderstorms and he’s going to call to check on me!” she thinks to herself.

Low and behold she was right actually she was 5 minutes off it wasn’t even 5 minutes later and the phone was ringing, she knew she had to make it sound like she wasn’t in a hurry for him to get there, but burning in her stomach was the urge to get her hands on him and keep him with her all night long, she pulls herself together, as she answers the phone.

“Hello” she says in her soft sexy voice.

“Hey babe, I couldn’t help but call you I heard the storm approaching and I just had to check on you.” Darnell replies

“Oh I’m just fine baby, I am just going settle in with a note book and pen and work on another story, I don’t dare go on the computer to write tonight.”

“Well baby why don’t you write that story with me then cause I’ll be right over you know I don’t leave you alone in a thunderstorm, where are the girls baby?” he asks in his soft sexy accent.

“They are at my mom’s baby I will be fine I know your probably doing something Kadıköy travesti or other with your brother just go ahead and do what your doing I will be fine.”

Just then a loud crack of thunder rolled out, he heard a shriek in her voice as she shuttered when she talked to him. She said nothing to him for a minute all he could hear was her breathing had picked up he could tell she was scared.

“The hell with what I’m doing baby he will understand we can finish this another time right now you need me a hell of a lot more than he does and don’t even think about arguing with me baby doll, I will be right there!”

“Ok baby I will be here take your time I have a feeling it’s getting nasty out there.” She replied in her I’m trying to be so brave tone.

Kim knew at this point she couldn’t argue with Darnell, she couldn’t think of anything but just having him there with her to hold her and get through the storm with her, that’s just the kind of man that he is he would go out on a limb for her and she knew it, that’s one of the things that so attracted her to him was the size of his heart.

She hangs up the phone and goes into the living room starting a fire in the fireplace figuring if they lost power what a better light to light the room with but a cozy fire, she goes into the bedroom and slips into his favorite light blue satin teddy, with the matching short length robe, she heard his key in the door, she stood in the doorway of the living room as she watched her Knight in shining armor walk up the stairs.

He stopped for a moment looking at her, he smiled walking over toward her, she melts to his smile his eyes shine every time he smiles which always captures her heart, wrapping his arms around her he presses her against the wall leaning in his lips meeting with hers, kissing her softly, his hands sliding down onto her ass, grasping both cheeks in his hands he pulls her in closer to him, her hands wandering slowly through his hair, just then another loud crack of thunder rolled, she jumped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body began to Kurtköy travesti shiver, wrapping his arms tightly around her holding her close to him. She buried her face in his chest.

“ Oh baby doll it’s ok I’ve got you, and besides you silly girl did you really think I would actually let you be alone I knew what was coming but I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t want you to worry.” He whispers softly into her ear, his hands running up and down her back slowly.

“Oh god Darnell I hate these things, I don’t care how small they are I hate them I always have ever since I was a little girl.”

“Baby lets not worry about the storm right now, all that matters is that I am here with you right now just where you need me to be, and don’t try to tell me you didn’t need me because I know you did didn’t you?” he asks her as the backs of his fingers slowly slide between her breasts back up over her neck and over her right cheek.

“I needed you more than you know, I just didn’t want to make you stop what ever it was you were doing.” Kim moans softly her head goes back against the wall as Darnell slowly kisses her neck.

Taking her hand Darnell leads Kim into the living room, she stands in front of the fire he stands behind her then suddenly the lights go out holding her against him, he kisses the back of her neck softly, her arm goes up behind his head as his finger tips slowly trace down her side, her head lays back to his shoulder as he kisses her earlobe, kissing slowly down the side of her neck, nibbling it gently.

Turning her around he lifts her chin with his finger, their eyes locking on one another, they didn’t speak for a good few moments, they just stared at one another, slowly his hands untie her robe, his hands slip inside it, sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, sliding her straps off her shoulders one by one kissing each shoulder tenderly.

Her teddy falls to the floor, she steps out of it as he pushes it to the side, pulling her in close to him, her hands exploring his back, slowly she pulls his shirt up Pendik travesti from the bottom running her hands inside, he moans softly as he feels her hands on his skin, lifting it up his back she backs away from him removing it over his head and completely off, her tongue running slowly down his love trail, licking and nibbling all the way down, teasing his hardened member with her teeth gently through his jeans, she opens his jeans slowly, unzipping them with her teeth, lowering them over his hips removing them, she could hear the wind whipping and the lightning crackling and the thunder cracking even louder but at this point she just doesn’t care, she has him with her and that’s what matters to her.

Gently she encases his member in her hand teasing the tip of it with her tongue, dragging her teeth over the tip lightly sucking the head into her mouth her tongue runs gently around it, she suddenly devours him like a lollipop sucking him into her throat, gently his hands wander into her hair, slowly he starts to fuck her mouth, faster and harder she sucks him, suddenly he pushes her off him, on her knees she just looks up at him.

Lowering himself down with her, taking her into his arms he lays her down slowly onto the rug, kissing her deeply he slides in between her legs, taking his cock into her hand she directs him home into her hot wet honey pot, slowly he enters into her, her back arches feeling him filling her up, feeling his slowly pumping in and out of her at first, his pace picks up as her legs wrap around his waist, her nails dragging up and down his back, their moans growing in intensity, she nibbles at his nipples as he’s above her on his arms his head throws back as she feels his member swelling inside her as his balls tighten and his body tenses.

“OHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSS BABY I’M GOING TO CUMMMMMM OHH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! Darnell screams out as he shoots his hot cummm deep inside her.

As their bodies begin to settle Kim takes Darnell in her arms holding him close to her as she hears him whisper…

“ Well baby you survived another storm!!!”

“OH my god I survived another storm in the arms of the most wonderful man in this world, thank you baby I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH and I don’t know what I would ever do without you!!!!!!!!”

“Well my baby I am here to stay and you won’t ever have to find out!!!!!!!!”

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